Category: Promise (Page 9 of 11)

Climbing Huayna Picchu

“God is the King of all the earth; sing to him a psalm of praise.
God reigns over the nations; God is seated on his holy throne.
The kings of the earth belong to God; he is greatly exalted.”
~Psalm 47

A little more than 24 hours after returning to Amarillo, I’m completely recovered from the overnight flight from Santiago and totally back in the groove. It’s amazing what a couple of Sunset Enchiladas at Ruby Tequila’s and some Diet Dr Pepper will do for a guy. As always, you can enlarge the pictures by clicking on them.

 As for physical thrill and sheer amazement, the highlight of our eleven day tour of Great Cities Missions church plants in South America, for me, was the sightseeing and mountain climbing at Machu Picchu. The 15th century royal palace and housing for the Incan Emperor Pachacuti and his government and religious officials is the most familiar of all the historical and archaeological sites of Incan civilization. It’s called the City of the Incas, about 50 miles northwest of Cusco, Peru. And every square inch of the nearly 600-year-old ruins and the surrounding landscape and geography is breathtaking. Figuratively and literally. Breathtaking.

We began the day early, crawling up the steep and winding Bingham Highway in a tour bus at 7:00 am. Our group of seven spent a couple of hours just climbing in and around all the ruins, taking tons of pictures and marveling at the architecture. How did they terrace these vertical slopes for farming? How did they cut and chisel all these stones to such magnificent perfection? How did this massive complex and sacred site go undiscovered until 1911? Are we really going to climb that straight-up-and-down sheer black mountain in front of us?

Yeah, we climbed it. It’s called Huayna Picchu (it means “new peak”; Machu Picchu means “old peak”) and it rises sharply in front of and towers dramatically over the ancient ruins. It dominates the landscape. It’s imposing. Intimidating. And we climbed it.

 The steps to the top are actually cut into the mountain, all the way up. And they really shouldn’t be called “steps” at all. It’s more like creative places to put your feet. Very narrow. Very steep. At some points the trail is too narrow to pass someone in front of you. At most points, the view of the ruins, the highway, and the landscape is simply spectacular. At every point, it’s downright thrilling. The very thought of climbing around where the original Incans lived and worshiped is humbling. The idea that a slip and fall might possibly be fatal for you and anyone walking next to you is nerve-wracking. The burning in my calves, the diminished capacity of my lungs, the nervous laughter at the absurdity of it all was overwhelming. So beautiful. So cool. So “am I really doing this?” over-the-top exciting.

We climbed it together. And by “together” I mean we and everyone we saw while we were on the mountain. We met young people from Granbury and San Antonio and talked about the Rangers and Spurs and took each others’ group pictures. Once they passed us, we overheard them explain to their friends from Oklahoma that all Texans are family and we always ask each other our home towns. We were encouraged by the young people who were coming down from the top and telling us it was worth it. Keep going, they said, it’s worth it. We laughed when the group of five young men passed us, one of them declaring to the other four, “We can talk when we get to the top! Let’s go!” We realized very quickly that we were just about the oldest people making the climb. And that at once worried us and made us feel so very good.

As we got closer to the top, John Todd and Kami took some pictures on the “Stairs of Death.” Then we climbed a little makeshift ladder secured to the side of the cliff, squeezed through a very narrow tunnel cut through the rock, and arrived at the summit. It took about ninety minutes. And any pictures you’ve ever seen, including these in front of you now, don’t do it justice. Not even close. It’s completely indescribable. I highly recommend it.

Naturally, such an experience leads one to reflect and to thoughtfully consider one’s place in the universe and in our God’s great plans. This city, these temples and palaces, this Incan civilization of great thinkers and builders in this Cusco region of Peru were completely wiped out by the Spaniards less than a hundred years after it was all built. They completely dropped off the map. They disappeared. One mighty nation taken apart and destroyed by another. Incan temples torn down and Spanish churches erected on top of the rubble. Incan palaces reduced to ashes by another people’s rulers and armies. Incan homes and families obliterated by an invading nation. It was so thorough. And it happened so fast.

The Spanish actually destroyed all the Incan buildings and built their own palaces and churches and homes on the foundations. They used the Incan foundation stones for their own construction projects. They built on top of what had been laid before. You see clear evidence of this all over Peru. Similarly, I’ve seen the same thing in Israel. Columns from first and second century homes used as thresholds for doorways in Roman homes built on the same spot. Those Roman stones then used in subsequent buildings constructed by the Byzantines and Crusaders centuries later.

It really has a way of working on you.

I don’t know when or how the American Empire is going to be destroyed. Neither do you. What we do know is that it will be destroyed. At some point, another people is going to crush and wipe out what you and I know today as the United States. The question about that is not “if;” it’s “when” and “how.”

Christians should not be too disturbed over that. One, our God is the God who raises up and destroys nations for his purposes. He is in charge of the coming and going of peoples and powers. Our God reins. He alone is sovereign over the affairs of this world. Regardless of when and how it happens, we will forever serve and belong to the ultimate ruler who loves his people and promises to provide for them in all circumstances. Two, we do not belong to the nations of this world. We are citizens of an eternal Kingdom that is not of this world. We are subjects in a political Kingdom that can never be abolished or destroyed, we are residents of everlasting dwelling places that will never fade, we are children of the Father who controls all of it in limitless love and perfect righteousness.

Peace,

Allan

Hold to God’s Unchanging Hand

I’ve been listening to beautiful classic Christian hymns in my office here at the church building all day long. The songs are not coming from a radio or a CD player or from the internet. These songs are coming from our chapel across the hall where Keith Lancaster and 130 men and women from all over the United States are recording two albums in the Acappella Praise and Harmony series.

Build your hopes on things eternal; hold to God’s unchanging hand…

For the past couple of hours my computer has been updating me with the horrible news out of Boston. Two explosions at the Boston Marathon. At least two people killed. Three dozen or more injured, some critically. Blood all over the sidewalks. Families separated from one another.

Because he lives, I can face tomorrow…

A most amazing blend of young voices and old, men and women, four-part harmony, Christians from here in Amarillo and from as far away as Michigan, Kentucky, New York, and, yes, Massachusetts. Praising God. Proclaiming his great love and faithfulness. Declaring trust in his promises. Giving us in the church offices a beautiful glimpse of heaven.

Resting in my Savior as my all in all, standing on the promises of God…

Chaos and turmoil near the finish line. Violence and death. Terrorism. Indescribable pain. Act of War. Panic. Screams of horror. Uncertainty. Fear. Lots of fear.

Fastened to the Rock which cannot move, grounded firm and deep in the Savior’s love…

In the middle of listening to these beautiful hymns sung by faithful Christians in an historic chapel in Amarillo, we’re reminded by the news out of Boston that Jesus has not yet returned in his glory. We’re shocked all over again at the realization that we live in a fallen world characterized by sin and death, pain and anguish, terrible tragedy and suffering. The headlines and pictures on my computer screen this afternoon have the capacity to completely take over. They can define the rest of my day. They could come to distort and shape my world view. But these songs drifting down the hall from the chapel put the day’s news in its proper perspective. Today’s news. Any day’s news. These songs remind us that our God is truly faithful, that he really is making things right, that he is doing what he always promised he would do, and that one day his Kingdom will come in all of its glory and power, destroying all sin and all death once and for all.

Lord, thank you for the gift of song and the power it possesses to encourage and inspire in dark times. Lord, please bless your children in Boston with your divine comfort and healing. And, Lord, come quickly.

Peace,

Allan

Cheering the Runners

“Let us consider how we may spur one another on… let us encourage one another.” ~Hebrews 10:24-25

Our summer Wednesday nights at Central are intentionally focused on getting our church family together; on breaking down the barriers between generations and zip codes; on putting away the distinctions; on bringing together all ages, races, cultures, economic groups, and social classes to celebrate the divinely-ordained diversity with which we’re blessed in this body of Christians. And this week’s version of Running the Race — we called it “Cheer the Runners: Encouraging One Another” — surpassed by far our expectations.

For the evening meal, we asked everyone in our church family who was baptized 50 years ago or more not to wait in line to serve themselves, but to sit down at the designated tables so the rest of the congregation could serve them. And we did. We served up tons of brisket and potato casserole and strawberry shortcake. And after we all ate together, we sent these older saints into the foyer of our chapel. While the rest of us gathered in the pews, our older brothers and sisters were outfitted behind the foyer’s closed doors with “runners tags,” big numbers to wear on their chests declaring how many years they’ve each been running the race. Meanwhile, I prepped those of us waiting in the chapel for what would come next.

Johnny led us in the singing of Come, Thou Almighty King and then Greg opened up the back doors and here they came! Right down the long south aisle of our 83-year-old chapel. 60-year-Christians! 70-year-disciples! A couple of 74 and 73 year followers of our Christ! And we let them have it! A standing ovation. Clapping. Cheering. Whistling. Stomping. High fives and hugs. Salutes and pats on the back. Yelling. Hollering. Smiling. Laughing. Nearly 70 of our dearest, sweetest brothers and sisters entering our place of worship to such a roaring welcome. Three hundred more of us cheering them on!

It took a little longer than I thought it might. But if it had lasted three hours, I’m convinced we would have kept clapping and whistling. And everybody in the room would have kept smiling.

Once these dear saints got grouped up at the front of the chapel, we sang to them:

“We love you with the love of the Lord. We see in you the glory of our King. We love you with the love of the Lord.”

And then we all sat down together and raised the roof in beautiful song, praising God and encouraging one another.

Next, we ran around with a couple of handheld microphones and asked these older members to fill in the blanks: My favorite thing about Central is __________. I once was __________, but now I’m __________. I’m encouraged when I see younger people __________. They really opened up with us. They shared their hearts and their emotions. They shared with us their joys and sorrows, their laughter and their tears. More than a few of them expressed gratitude for having once been uncertain about their eternal salvation, but now being completely confident in the promises of our God. A lot of them spoke of their admiration for our elders and ministers. There were many comments about the faithfulness of this church. There were several observations regarding the blessing of so many young families and children in our congregation.

And then we younger ones blessed our older ones one more time: We love you because __________. Again, we heard over and over the common themes of faithfulness and love. We’ve watched them run the race. We’ve watched them endure and persevere in faith. And we’ve felt their great love for us. A lot of people in that room have been blessed by the faith and love of these older saints for their entire lives. And I pray we were able to return some of that encouragement and strength Wednesday night.

Later, Mary had us all divided up — intergenerationally, of course! — into 20 groups to create and decorate Running the Race banners, using only the random supplies and following the specific directions provided at each of the decorating tables. It was quite a deal. Young and old, black and white, rich and poor, older saints and brand new Christians, all working together on these little projects and then, with great pride, displaying their banners and posing for the “team pictures.”

It was an extraordinary night. I believe every person who participated Wednesday came away with a strong sense of truly belonging to something huge, something bigger than ourselves, something eternal. I think we also got a real reading on the faithfulness of our God. He really is still alive and still very powerful; he really is still saving people and still bringing his people together to work and worship and, together, change the world. And I believe we got a little glimpse of heaven Wednesday night. We experienced a little taste of the one people around that one table celebrating together our salvation from God in Christ.

We’re doing a church-wide tailgate party on July 11 and prayer-walking our neighborhoods on July 18. Can it get any better?

Truly we are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses. Let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus. Let us not grow weary or lose heart. And may we consider how we may spur one another on.

Peace,

Allan

Groaning. Still.

“We ourselves, who have the firstfruits of the Spirit, groan inwardly as we wait.” ~Romans 8:23

Our Scriptures do not hide the fact that disciples of the Christ do suffer. In fact, the Bible highlights it. As people who identify with and follow the One who came to overturn the values of this world, we’re going to inevitably share in the rejection and the trials Jesus suffered himself. Creation groans. We groan. The Spirit groans.

That’s just the way it is.

Committed Christian living always rubs the world the wrong way at some point. And it leads to suffering. But those sufferings — which are happening right now and are very real — don’t even begin to compare to the glory, which is also a very present and very real thing.

The glory already exists. It’s already a done deal. It’s just not fully given to us yet. It’s just not fully revealed to us yet.

Not yet.

We live in the tension of Scripture’s “already, but not yet.” The Kingdom of God, our eternal salvation, the defeat of sin and death, our Lord’s ultimate reign — it’s here. It’s already happened. And, at the same time, it’s all still to come. So we wait. And while we wait, we groan.

“We hope for what we do not yet have and we wait for it patiently.” ~Romans 8:25

Lord, come quickly.

Allan

Be Assured of Salvation

The Mavericks played the absolutely best game they possibly could have Saturday night and still lost to the Thunder in OKC. Durant and his boys are going to take it in five games. Last night Derek Holland looked overmatched, Josh Hamilton pulled something in his back, Ron Washington got tossed out of the game on his 60th birthday, and the Rangers lost their first series since last fall. And the Cowboys used their top draft pick on a guy who just set the record for the lowest score on the Wonderlic intelligence exam in NFL draft history. Tough weekend.

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Let’s resume our chapter-by-chapter look at Leroy Garrett’s “What Must the Church of Christ Do to Be Saved?” The book is a compilation of suggestions Garrett makes for us if the Church of Christ is to have a redemptive role and an effective ministry in our rapidly changing world. We reach the halfway point of the book today with suggestion number ten:

Have an assurance of our own salvation.

Garrett claims that our members “do not know we are saved; we hope we are.” I know what he’s talking about. I hear it all the time. My own brothers and sisters in Christ talk about their eternal salvation in hesitant, halting, uncertain terms. “I hope I am.” “I pray that I am.” “If God will just give me a tiny back corner in the basement of heaven, I’ll be happy.” “I’m trying as hard as I can.”

The by-product of such uncertainty is a lack of joy. One thing Church of Christ people aren’t, in spite of many noble qualities, is a joyous people. We have little joy because we have little assurance. We don’t talk like people who are assured of their salvation. We don’t sing that way. We don’t pray that way. That is why our singing is unexciting, our prayers dull, and our services generally boring. Take a look at our Sunday morning service at most any of our churches. Is it a funeral? Where is the spontaneity? Where is the joyous excitement of being a Christian? Who would seek solace from a troubled world among folk who go at their religion with a yawn and a sigh?

Garrett says Church of Christ people are scared to live and afraid to die. We have no joy because we’re not really one hundred percent sure we’re good with God. Despite the clear teachings of Holy Scripture, our people have doubts and fears about their standing with God. They’re uncertain. They wonder if they’re doing enough. They wonder if they’re good enough. They wonder if they’ve loved enough or served enough or worked enough. (By the way, the answer to those questions is “No, no, no, no, and no.”)

Garrett’s dead-on analysis is that we really don’t believe in the grace of God. We would never say it, but the reality is that, for the most part, Church of Christ folks actually believe in salvation by works. We’re taught this at an early age. We think and talk this way. We practice this way. It’s been unambiguously modeled for us and by us for decades. Seriously.

We are saved by being baptized in exactly the correct way for exactly the right reasons. We stay saved by taking communion on exactly the correct day — and only on that correct day — in exactly the correct way. We keep ourselves saved and we save others by studying our Bibles and reaching the exact same correct conclusions about all the exact same doctrines. This is what makes us unique. This is what makes us distinctive. This is what sets us apart from all the others. We’ve got it down right. And since we know so much about God’s plan and God’s will, we’d better be about doing it exactly right.

No wonder we’re so uncertain and nervous! Who could possibly measure up to all that? If I’ve misunderstood a part of that doctrine or I’ve misinterpreted part of God’s will or I’ve done something in a worship service that’s not entirely in the proper order, then my salvation must be in jeopardy. I’d better figure things out and get right with God.

We must start believing in the Gospel of the grace of God, the basis of which is that salvation is his free gift to us. There is no work that we can perform to attain it. There is no way for us to buy it. We can’t be good enough to deserve it. There is no power that can wrest it. It is a gift, a free gift, that is ours only because of God’s philanthropy. In short, we must come to see what has been in holy Scripture all along: “By grace you have been saved through faith, and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God” (Ephesians 2:8).

“[God] has saved us and called us to a holy life — not because of anything we have done but because of his own purpose and grace. This grace was given to us in Christ Jesus before the beginning of time.” ~2 Timothy 1:9

“I know whom I have believed, and am convinced that he is able to guard what I have entrusted to him for that day.” ~2 Timothy 1:12

“He saved us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of his mercy.” ~Titus 3:5

“To him who is able to keep you from falling and to present you before his glorious presence without fault and with great joy!” ~Jude 24

Look, I don’t believe in “once saved, always saved;” but I sure don’t believe either in “once saved, barely saved.” We are saved by God’s grace. We are redeemed by his mercy. It’s a free gift from our Father. And if we can ever all get our brains and our hearts and our souls around that, we’ll be freed from our own hangups to live and praise and worship and serve with great gladness and joy. Finally, we’ll be able to forgive people we haven’t been able to forgive before because we’ll be drawing on God’s goodness instead of our own. Finally, we’ll be able to accept those we’ve never been able to accept before because we’ll be depending on Jesus’ righteousness and not our own. We’ll be able to love every man, woman, and child on this planet in ways we’ve never been able to love before because we’ll be experiencing God’s unconditional love in our lives and not applying our own very conditional love to others.

It’ll be a huge shift for us. Huge. Radical. Dramatic. It’ll change us. It’ll mature us and grow us up. And it will have an eternal impact on those around us who just might see Christ in the Church of Christ for the very first time.

Peace,

Allan

Nothingness

Nothingness really is a word. It is; I looked it up. It’s not one of these made-up words that college basketball commentators like to throw around during televised tournament games. I’m not sure of anyone’s “sizeability.” I don’t think any player has “longness.” And I’m certain that one cannot describe a coach’s “toughicity” or a power forward’s “reachness.” Give me Verne Lundquist any day. Every day. When words fail, I’ll take his “My gracious!” and “Merciful heavens!” over the made up stuff all the time. By the way, that Kansas pick isn’t looking so crazy now, is it?

Nothingness really is a word.

“I tell you the truth, the Son can do nothing by himself.” ~John 5:19

Jesus said that. Really. Jesus says without the Father, he is nothing. He can say nothing. He can do nothing. Jesus claims that he resides and operates in nothingness without God.

But, wait a second! He’s Jesus! This is the Son of God!

Yes, that’s true. But without the Father, he can do nothing.

See, Jesus understood that our God does his very best work in nothingness. Through nothingness, our God does eternally spectacular stuff. Our Father is very consistent on that. Scriptures present this truth very consistently. With God, the winners are exposed as losers and the losers are revealed to be winners. David and Goliath. Gideon. Jericho. The prodigal son and his older brother. The ones who are nothing are everything; the ones who seemingly have it all are actually defeated. Our God is a God of tremendous surprises.

“I tell you the truth, the Son can do nothing by himself.”

Christian ministry is conducted in the middle of these great surprises. We work as disciples in the midst of these amazing shocks. We’re standing around in the middle of nothing in particular, doing nothing important, seeing nothing impressive, feeling nothing exciting, when suddenly God sees and does something huge! Right in the middle of all that nothingness, our Father will create something truly substantial and eternal. Something massive!

I sometimes — actually, I should use the word “often” here — slip into a mood of thinking I can do all kinds of wonderful things. I can preach this and I can plan that and I can promote and encourage and teach and lead and write. I can be productive. I can be valuable. I can be important. I can do really good things.

Jesus says he can do nothing without the Father. Me, too. I can do nothing without our God. Nothing. All good gifts come from him in love, all good things I might possibly do are manifestations of his matchless grace and nothing else. I am nothing. My work is nothingness. My potential is nothingness. My abilities and talents are nothing.

And, praise God, that’s where he works. God works in nothingness. Where there is nothing, our Father does something, something big and everlasting. Where I see nothing, our God sees something, something important and eternal.

Jesus told Paul, “My power is made perfect in weakness.” Paul reminded that when we are weak, because of our Father, we are strong.

God is working right now in your nothingness. Lord, please work right now in our nothingness.

Peace,

Allan

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