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Words Never Before Uttered

I said something at the Major League Baseball trade deadline on Tuesday that I have never said one time in my life. Ever. As the Texas Rangers traded for reliever Andrew Chafin, I said these seven words out loud: “We don’t need pitching! We need hitting!”

Those words have never once been uttered by a Rangers fan.

Never.

Being a lifelong Rangers fan has resulted in my being confounded in countless and surprising ways. But nothing ever like this. The team’s putrid offense this year makes zero sense. It’s beyond baffling in every conceivable way. This is essentially the same lineup that murdered MLB pitching last year on its way to our first ever World Series title. Other than switching Wyatt Langford in for the injured Evan Carter (Josh Smith is doing everything Josh Jung did at third base last season), these are the same guys who crushed everything offensively last year. This season, we can’t hit our way out of a paper sack! What is this?

Yesterday was mind-numbingly disappointing. The Rangers managed a lone run against Michael McGreevy who was making his rookie major league debut. He went seven innings. No rookie has gone seven innings in his debut this year and given up only one run. Texas lost 10-1.

Yesterday was the fourth time in the past five games the Rangers have scored fewer than four runs. But that’s where they’ve been all year. The Rangers have scored three or less runs in 54 of 109 games this year. They did that just 64 times all of last season, out of 162 games.

We need hitters.

As a Rangers fan, this is a weird place to be.

Peace,

Allan

MISD at GCR

Our church campus has been overrun by more than 350 new teachers, coaches, mentors, bus drivers, and counselors the past two days as the Midland School District held its new teacher orientation at GCR. And we’ve been honored to host them.

All our ministers and church staff, along with a dozen or so terrific GCR volunteers, were on hand each morning to welcome the new instructors with open doors, handshakes and high fives, and well wishes for the new school year. We served coffee and flavored teas, helped give directions and instructions before and in between training sessions, and tried to be as friendly and helpful as we could be as they begin their new jobs with our local school district.

Why would we do something like this at GCR? Why would we go to the trouble and expense of hosting something like this for MISD and its new teachers?

Of the 350 new teachers, let’s assume that between 1/3 and 1/2 of them are brand new to our community. I personally met folks yesterday and today who just moved to Midland from San Antonio and Austin, from South Texas and New Mexico, and from as far away as Wyoming. There might be almost 200 people here, and their families, who are living in Midland for the very first time. Trying to find the grocery store and the movie theater, hunting for a doctor and a dentist, looking for a church. Is there a better way to get that many brand new people to your community inside your church building?

More than that, all 350 of these people have something really important in common: they are all in transition. Regardless of whether they just moved here or they’ve lived here all their lives, they are all beginning brand new jobs in new places with new people. They’re all making adjustments in their lives, forming new habits, re-thinking old assumptions, and probably reordering their priorities. It’s during these times of transition that God’s Holy Spirit can sneak into a person’s soul and whisper something important. Our Lord can find a little crack during these transition moments and do something monumental with a person. And when that happens–next week or next year–I’ll know that new teacher met some great ministers and had a really good experience at GCR.

When God’s Spirit finally prompts someone to start looking for better connections with him and his people, maybe they’ll remember that GCR seemed like a place and a people where that could happen.

Finally, why wouldn’t a Christian church want to bless and encourage a big group of teachers who are committing to our local schools and our local kids? Why wouldn’t disciples of Jesus be first in line to help our local school district? Better public education benefits kids and families and it makes our entire community better in dozens of different ways. So, yeah, we’re all in!

Thank you to those who held doors and poured coffee and tea and said, “Room 201 is in the gym” about a million times.

And thank you to Dr. Howard and MISD for allowing us the honor of hosting your awesome teachers for their orientation. GCR wishes y’all the very best of an amazing school year!

Peace,

Allan

The Preacher is a Member

Here’s the last thing in this short series of posts about preachers, myself in particular, and all preachers generally. These thoughts have come from reflection and introspection I’ve done generally over the past 17 years and specifically over the past five or six weeks as to why I keep doing what I do. I pray these thoughts have helped you better understand me. If I’m not your preacher, I hope they help you better relate to your preacher at your church.

The preacher is a member of your congregation. He is not a hired gun brought in to preach and grow the church, he is not a fundraiser or a change-agent, and he is not a motivational speaker. He and his family are committed members of your congregation.

The preacher does not enter the pulpit on Sundays from a secret door backstage or sit by himself on the front pew until it’s time for him to perform. The preacher is a fully invested and equal member of the church body. He rises from the midst of the congregation to proclaim what the church believes and what the church needs to hear. Typically, the preacher has moved his whole family to this town to be a member of this church and to give himself to the relationships and the mission of this church.

He is gifted by God and ordained by his fellow Christ-followers to faithfully study and pray and speak his Word to them. As one of them. He challenges them and teaches them; they keep him straight and encourage him. It’s a partnership. He worships and serves and shares life with the other members of the community of faith. He needs the church as much as they need him. As much as we need each other. It’s not a one-way deal.

Peace,

Allan

The Sermon is a Holy Moment

The sermon is not a cat video or an epic fail or an advertisement for another new and improved product you just have to have. It is the holy Word of God, proclaimed to the holy people of God, as an act of faith in God. It’s a miracle, really.

It kind of works like the sacraments, I think. Not exactly, but similarly. The sermon is human words spoken by human lips, but those words and those lips are indwelled by God. God works through the proclaimed words to communicate the realities of his love and grace. It’s divine speech. God’s will, his character, his mission, his desires–it’s directly revealed to us by God through the preacher.

It’s not a lecture, not a book report, not somebody telling you what to do, not somebody giving you new information. It’s a direct message from our holy Lord. Preaching is not us talking about God; it is God talking directly to us.

As such, the hearer should come into a sermon prepared to hear that Word from our God. The hearer should have already read and prayed through the sermon text before Sunday, anticipating that the Lord will speak to her or him. There should be an expectation. There should be an openness and eagerness to receive what God wants to give through the sermon. I tell people all the time that the sermon is just as much about the posture and attitude of the hearer as it is about the preacher or the words he speaks or the style in which he or she preaches.

The Sunday sermon is a holy moment of direct communication between the present God and his redeemed people. I wish more of us came to church each week with that understanding.

Peace,

Allan

Preaching is Faith

On the surface, it doesn’t make sense. Preaching? In the ears of the unbelieving world, preaching is silly, a trivial exercise in regurgitating verses from an ancient book or pronouncing religious doctrines and practices for a group of willing listeners. But I believe preaching is a bold act of faith.

“God was pleased through the foolishness of what was preached to save those who believe.” ~ 1 Corinthians 1:21

If I didn’t believe God was doing something with these human words I proclaim every Sunday, I wouldn’t do it. Every week, I am counting on our God to put his Word right into the heart and soul of the hearer. Preaching is God’s deal, not mine. I am diligently studying, I am praying and reading and writing and practicing as faithfully as I can. But this is God’s work. I open my mouth in faith, believing that God’s Holy Spirit is directly communicating his Word to the listeners in ways I can’t understand. Through preaching, our God is doing what he wants and accomplishing what is needed. I’m honored to be a conduit, I’m privileged by God to be his instrument. But these are God’s words and God is the one who makes things happen in preaching. All preachers have to believe that or they wouldn’t preach.

It’s also an act of faith for the hearer. The disciple has to believe that God is speaking to him/her through this fallen, broken, flawed, sinful preacher. The church ordains the preacher as an act of faith, asking God to and believing that God will speak to us through the preacher. It’s not Allan, Steve, Ruth, or Darrin speaking; this is God’s will and God’s Word, God’s correction and God’s encouragement, God’s wisdom and God’s character being placed into my heart and soul by God’s Spirit. If we didn’t believe that, why would any of us listen?

“My Word that goes out from my mouth will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.” ~ Isaiah 55:11

Peace,

Allan

Preachers Are Strange

I want to say a few things this week about preachers, myself in particular, and all preachers generally. These thoughts come from reflection and introspection I’ve done generally over the past 17 years and specifically over the past five or six weeks as to why I keep doing what I do. Maybe these thoughts will help you better understand me. If I’m not your preacher, I hope they help you better relate to your preacher at your church.

First, preachers are weird creatures.

I can’t help but preach. God’s Word burns inside my bones and I can’t NOT preach. I do believe with all my heart and soul, mind and strength, that our God has gifted me to preach his holy Word. He has given me abilities and called me to use those abilities to proclaim his message. So I feel obligated to God to do what I do. I’m compelled by him to do this. I answer to him. Every day. Every sermon. God has put the gift of preaching inside me and I cannot shake it.

I have become a servant of God’s Gospel by the gift of his grace given to me. I thank Christ Jesus our Lord who has given me strength, that he considered me faithful, appointing me to his service. I was shown mercy so that in me, the very worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his unlimited patience as an example for those who would believe on him and receive eternal life.

I know this about myself and our God. I am answering his call to do his work with his gift and by his power. I know it.

At the same time, I do not feel worthy to do what I do. I don’t feel qualified. I feel completely inadequate. I am still nearly petrified every single Sunday by my deficiencies and weakness, by my failings and flaws. The song right before the sermon is almost always the hardest part of my Sunday and the song right after the sermon is the moment I feel the most relief. And then, about ten minutes later,  I am almost always disappointed that my words did not live up to what’s in my heart. Almost every Sunday, I come up way short.

And I keep doing it.

It’s weird.

Peace,

Allan

 

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