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Faithfulness, Not Fickleness

The Rangers’ magic number is 10!Stolen bases. Bunts for singles. Manufactured runs. Claws and antlers. Speed and defense. Two-out hits. Chip away theories. What heat? Dugout hugs. Brooms in the stands. Nolan and Sunny in the front office. I get the feeling that right now, today, the Twins, Rays, and Yankees would rather face each other in the ALDS than these Rangers.

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God is FaithfulThat church in Corinth was so messed up. I mean really, really, really. They had their issues. Remember? Paul pointed out their divisions and quarrels. He said they were acting more like the world than the Spirit. Those Christians in Corinth couldn’t agree on anything. They divided between rich and poor, Jew and Gentile, slave and free. They chose sides based economic, cultural, geographical, and class dinstinctions. They bragged about who baptized them. They judged one another’s spiritual gifts. There were culture wars and theological wars within this church.

It was so messed up.

So how can Paul remain so positive about this group? How can he address them as “those sanctified in Christ Jesus” and “holy?” How can he tell them with a straight face, “I always thank God for you?” Paul begins his letter by declaring how wonderful they are. “You have been enriched in every way — in all your speaking and in all your knowledge…you do not lack any spiritual gift.”

How can he do this? Seriously!

Because our God, by his nature, through his character, because of his loyalty, for his name’s sake, has given this church — he’s given every church! — a guarantee:

“He will keep you strong to the end, so that you will be blameless on the day of our Lord Jesus Christ. God, who has called you into fellowship with his Son Jesus Christ our Lord, is faithful.” ~1 Corinthians 1:8-9

God will remain faithful to his promises to ultimately perfect his people. No matter how immature they — we! — act at times, God is faithful to deliver. I’m so thankful that Paul focuses on the faithfulness of God instead of the fickleness of the people.

That should be our focus, too.

Peace,

Allan

Seen the Cross Lately?

The Rangers’ magic number is 12!Halfway through September and the Cowboys are in last place and the Rangers are in first place. The Cowboys score a total of seven points against the Redskins and the Rangers use pitching and “small ball” to complete a sweep of the New York Yankees. There’s something very biblical, very gospel, about all this: the lowly will be exalted, the mighty will be brought down, the humble will be lifted up, the last shall be first, the strong will be made weak. Two quick observations on last night’s game follow some thoughts provoked by Stream.

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Stream DFW, this past weekend at the South Mac Church in Irving, was, as always, amazing. Absolutely inspiring. Ken Young and the Hallal singers took us straight to the throne of God. And we dwelt there. We lingered. We soaked up the goodness of our Father’s love. We trembled in the recognition of our own sin in his mighty presence. And we basked in the warmth of God’s mercies. We wept as we sang together at the cross, marveling at those two wonders: “the wonders of his glorious love, and my own worthlessness.”

Stream DFW

Terry Rush, the great encourager, spent two-and-a-half days calling us back to the cross of Christ.  We lived in Romans 4 for most of the three different two-and-a-half hour sessions. We talked and sang and prayed and meditated and listened as we considered together our God who gives life to the dead and calls things that are not as though they were.

So much of what Terry said, so much of what Scripture says, speaks so directly to me and to our church family at Legacy. I imagine it has plenty to say to you and to your church family, too.

Things don’t always seem really great. Things don’t always go the way you thought they might. In fact, sometimes, things are really  rotten. Things at home. Things at church. People in your family. Situations. Issues. Sometimes it can seem hopeless. Sometimes it can be overwhelming. You don’t see any light at the end of the tunnel. You can’t believe it’s possible for this or that to work out for good. There’s no way.

Well, have you looked at the cross lately?

You know, we live by faith, not by sight. We live by the Spirit, not by the flesh. We serve a Lord who has already defeated Our God gives life to the dead and calls things that are not as though they were.every single thing that would ever attempt to come between us and our God-ordained potential and purpose as his children living in his eternal Kingdom. Our God looks at his Son dying — deader than dead — on that cruel tree and sees hope. He sees possibility. God looks into the darkness of the tomb and sees eternal life. He looks at Sarah’s barren womb and the 100 candles on Abraham’s birthday cake and sees an entire nation of millions of his people. And our God looks at your life, he looks at your church, he looks at the mess that is you and/or the people around you, and he sees great hope. He sees things we don’t see.

The things happening to you or around you, whatever they are, are not a joke. It’s nothing to be taken lightly. I’m sure it’s all quite serious.

But the cross of Christ and that empty tomb reminds us that it’s also nothing to worry about. It’s nothing to lose sleep over. It’s nothing to sweat. The power of the cross and the resurrection of Jesus takes away all doubt and fear and replaces it with holy power and confidence.

God’s power is made perfect in weakness. And you are weak. You are so pitiful. So am I. We are, together, some of the weakest, most pitiful people around.

And that, my brothers and sisters, gives me great courage.

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Two dramatic, game-defining and possibly course-setting plays have been analyzed and re-analyzed to pieces. Here’s the angle from the micro-fiber couch:

“I can’t throw the ball and block, too!”First, every single commentator I’ve heard and read since the minute the game ended to this very moment, those in the local and national media and those in the hallways here at Legacy,  are saying that Jason Garrett and the Cowboys should have taken a knee on that last play before the half. They’re demanding that heads roll in the coach’s offices for attempting a pass in those final seconds.

I disagree. I’m the only one. But, then again, I’m the only sane one when it comes to the Cowboys.

Of course you pass the ball there. Throw it deep. Hurl it as far as you can. Anything can happen. Dez Bryant can make a career-launching grab. Pass interference gives you a first down and an untimed field goal attempt. Take a stab at it. Throw the ball. You’re going to take a knee and give away an offensive play?

That fumble and Redskins return is not on Wade Phillips or Garrett. It’s on Romo. If you can’t throw it deep, throw it out of bounds. Get rid of it. It does you no good to throw it in the flats to a triple-covered running back who’s one yard beyond the line of scrimmage. Only bad things can happen there. Romo’s been around enough to know. Sail that ball into the stands! And it’s also on Tashard Choice. Why is he fighting for an extra two yards after the gun has sounded? What difference does it make if you get to the forty? Only bad things. Go down!

The argument is that by taking a knee, you eliminate the chance for your players to really mess something up.  You take it out of their hands so they can’t do something foolish. I guess if you’ve got foolish players, that’s the right call.

Wade has already said today that he will never allow for an offensive play to be run in that situation ever again. He’s taking the blame. And he’s listening to the media and the critics. That play at the end of half is on Romo and Choice, not Garrett or Wade.

As for Alex Barron’s third holding call of the night that negated what would have been the game-winning touchdown, there’s nobody to blame but the over-matched right tackle.  I’ve listened all day to people criticizing Garrett and Wade for not giving Barron some backfield help.

Alex BarronNo, this is on Barron. He was the most penalized player in the NFL last year. He’s the most flagged player in football — period — over the past five seasons. He’s like what would happen if Flozell Adams and Phil Pozderac had a baby.  It’s awful. Even with all that, what happened on the last play of the game was inexcusable. I promise you could line up every single holding penalty in Barron’s career — and that would be a bunch — and 90% of them would not have been called on that play. It’s the last play of the game! No referee wants to throw a flag that ends the game. No official wants the outcome to be determined by his whistle. But this hold last night was unbelievable! It was a combination clothes-line tackle. From the first step. Less than fifteen yards away from two refs. How could they not call it? That’s on Barron. Totally.

Now, what happens with Barron from here on out is on Wade and Jerry.

Buehler misses from 34Jimmy Johnson would have canned Barron right there in the FedEx Field locker room after the game. He would have given him a train ticket and collected his playbook right there on the spot. Same thing, by the way, with David Buehler. The Cowboys kicker missed a 34-yarder. Jimmy would have had him on the asthma field today. He would bring in former Carroll Dragon Kris Brown immediately to handle field goals this week. (I’m sure there are a couple of extra rent houses in Southlake; for football players only.) Jimmy would have sent the message to everyone else on the team that these kinds of mental and physical errors are not going to be tolerated. Especially on a squad that thinks it might be good enough to win a Super Bowl. Jimmy wouldn’t tolerate Barron & BuehlerThis is an uncapped year. The money doesn’t matter. Get rid of these guys and show the team that this is for real.

Instead, Wade says today that they’re going to concentrate on Barron’s technique. Wade says Alex Barron is the kind of guy who’s going to work hard to correct his mistakes and get better.

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And, so, we’re off and running. The Cowboys open the season with a divisional road loss. Coaches are being roasted. Players are being questioned. The end is near.

It’s delicious.

Go, Rangers.

Allan

Happy Birthday, Bear!

Carley Renae turns 11 today!Eleven years ago today, September 10, 1999, the Bear came screaming into our lives in a hospital room in Wichita Falls. And she’s been screaming ever since. Carley Renae screams in delight while riding the drops and twists on the Titan. She screams when she’s irritated with her big sisters. She screams in the swimming pool. She screams when she calls us to dinner. And she screams when somebody sits on her book or accidentally bends a page or creases a binding.

She’s the Bear.

She’s assertive. She’s loud. She’s determined. She’s single-minded in what she wants and what she believes. She lets everybody know what she’s thinking all the time. And she’s fiercely independent.

Carley at age eight   I think this fish was dead before I even got the picture printed   And she wants another gerbil today

She never asks us to do anything for her. She always wants to do it — whatever it is — all by herself. She does major school projects on her own, without even telling us she has a major school project, and gets an “A.” She cooks her own meals if we’re taking too long. She’s always picked out her own clothes (which has developed into her distinct Bear-style: cut-off shorts, T-shirts, and Chuck Taylor high-tops). And she doesn’t want anybody telling her what to do.

Carley’s first fish in 2008  Carley at age 4, I think  Happy Birthday, Carley

She has perfect eyebrows. It seems like she loses a tooth every eighth meal. She’d rather sit alone in her room and read a book than do just about anything else. Except maybe Dodgeball. She loves Dodgeball. She thinks she’s stronger than me. New Year’s Eve ‘09She jumps and slaps the attic access cord every single time she passes through the hall. She plays hard and she’s got the bruised up knees and scratched up elbows to prove it. She appreciates good jokes. She claims she never cries. She wants a gerbil. Bad. She thinks she’s a ninja. She rocks out to Van Halen and Aerosmith and rolls her eyes at the Jonas Brothers and Taylor Swift and all that junk Valerie listens to. She loves horses and dogs and, right now, for some reason, wolves. Her ears are a little tiny bit crooked. Everytime the phone rings, it’s for her. She’s too big for birthday spankings, but she gets upset if I don’t sing School Bells on the first day of school or we don’t watch It’s a Wonderful Life on Christmas Eve. She still thinks boys are gross. She still thinks it’s cool when I eat lunch with her in the school cafeteria.

And so do I.

At Salado in ‘06  At Mercy Me in ‘08  Doing her favorite thing

Carley brings me so much joy. I love just talking to her. She asks really, really good questions. About the world. About literature. About people. She likes to antique shop and look at old pictures and talk about things that happened before she was born. She’s really talented. She’s super smart. She sings like an angel. All the other kids like her. And she likes all the other kids. I’m continually amazed that when I pick her up from school, she seems to at the very center of the biggest crowd. Every day.

Too CoolGod has blessed me so much with this wonderful third daughter. She’s in her last year of elementary school now and growing up so stinkin’ fast. Too fast. And I really do believe she is very special. God has given her lots and lots of unique talents and gifts and abilities. I believe that God is going to use her in huge ways for his Kingdom on this earth. By his power and grace, Carley’s going to do something really big for our Lord. I don’t know what yet. She might wind up writing tons of inspirational books to encourage God’s people to love each other. She might teach or headline spiritual seminars and lead thousands of disciples of Christ to a better life in him. Although we’ve told her repeatedly she can’t ever date anybody who’s not from Texas and she can never, ever live outside the Lone Star State, Carley might very well travel to the other side of the globe and dedicate her life and all those God-given talents to the Lord who saves her. I don’t know exactly what she’s going to do for God and his Kingdom. But it’s going to be something big.

I can tell.

I love you, Carley Bear. Happy Birthday, girl.

Dad

Father, Forgive Terry Jones

Father, forgive Terry Jones; he knows not what he is doing.

“Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you.” ~Jesus

Terry Jones is planning to burn 200 copies of the Qur’an on the lawn of his church in Gainesville, Florida this Saturday. He says Islam is of the devil. He claims that Muslims are our enemies and that Christians need to take a stand. His idea of taking a stand is to lash out in a violent show of force and desecrate what is sacred to millions of people who do not yet know our Lord.

“In everything, do to others what you would have them do to you” ~Jesus

Terry Jones says he doesn’t like the Qur’an because it teaches that Jesus is not the Christ. He doesn’t like Muslims because they are killing American Christians in the name of God. So his response is to categorically condemn these people and burn their books.

“Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” ~Paul

Terry Jones says he’s going to show the Muslims that we have freedom and rights. We have the right to free speech. We have the freedom of religion. And we’re going to show all the Muslims around the world that we intend to exercise those rights and freedoms in any way we choose. That may be so. More power to him. But don’t you dare attach the name of Jesus or God’s Church to your crusade. Do not endorse your violent exercise of freedom by invoking the name of the One who voluntarily gave up all of his freedoms to save the world from sin. Do not justify your angry and vengeful actions by claiming their motivated by the One who gave up all his rights, who allowed himself to be mocked and ridiculed and abused and killed in order to save me when I was an enemy of God himself.

“If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also.” ~Jesus

The national media love to find Christians who don’t act like Christ. And they find them all over the place. They’re everywhere. It’s no wonder a lot of people hate us. It’s no wonder.

Terry Jones is not acting like a Christian. To act like a Christian is to love your enemy. To follow Christ is to treat your enemy with compassion and grace and mercy. To be Christ-like is to treat every single person exactly like the child of God, the man or woman of God, the person God sacrificed his very life for in the body of his beloved Son that he or she most certainly is. God loves these people. All of them. They’re all made in his holy image. And he cares deeply for them. Christ died for them. All of them.

Terry Jones does not represent Christ in his words or his deeds.

And Terry Jones does not represent us. This is not who we are. It’s not.

“All men will know that you are my disciples, if you love.” ~Jesus

Father, forgive Terry Jones; he knows not what he is doing.

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Stream DFW this weekend at South MacArthur Church of ChristIf you’re still undecided on whether or not you’re going to attend Stream DFW this weekend at the South MacArthur Church of Christ in Irving (Ken Young and the Hallal Singers, Terry Rush), please click here and watch these video highlights from last year’s Stream. And then click here to register. See you there!

Peace,

Allan

How Would Jesus Do My Job?

If Jesus were the preacher at Legacy…This is the question Jim Martin hit us with yesterday during our afternoon session of the Waco Alliance. If Jesus were the preacher at Legacy, how would he go about his day? What would his week look like? What would he do that you do? What would he never do that you find yourself doing every day?

Weird question.

Weird, because I can’t imagine Jesus as a preacher at a church. Not a church in the way we do church today.

I look at Jesus in the Gospels and, yes, I definitely see a preacher. “Repent!” he preaches. “The Kingdom of God is near!” Oh, yeah, Jesus was certainly a preacher. And he ministered to people. All kinds of people. He taught Nicodemus. He consoled Mary and Martha. He healed the crippled and blind. He encouraged the outcast. He ate with the sinner. Jesus was a pastor/shepherd. On the road. In the desert. At the lake. In people’s homes. In the temple. At the market place. Jews and Gentiles. Sinners and saints. He preached and ministered. He did all the things I long to do. He is all the things I long to be.

But how would he be the preacher at Legacy?

The preacher at Legacy has an office. Four walls. Book shelves with lots of books. A desk. The preacher at Legacy is expected to be in this place, this preacher space, every day. An office. With a phone. And a computer. A lamp. Paper clips and staples and a printer. Emails and messages and blogs. Writing sermons. Practicing sermons. Re-writing sermons. Pens and paper. Budgets and meetings and meetings about budgets. Lunch at the drive-thru and then back in my space.

I imagine Jesus would not keep regular office hours. He might not have an office at all.

And I sometimes find myself living in this office. Living here.

How would Jesus do my job?

I wrote three more paragraphs here and then, after re-reading them a couple of times, deleted them. I’ve got some soul-searching to do. I’ve got some serious questions to answer. I have to be a disciple of Christ first and a church “preacher” second. The lines are blurred more often than not. I’ve got to figure out if that’s good or bad.

Peace,

 Allan

Lousy Leaders and Sorry Sheep

(You’ve got to read Ezekiel 34 — the whole chapter — before you read this post.)

Ezekiel 34 troubles me. Just exactly like the rest of this book of prophesy, it’s strong. Bold. In-your-face. It pulls no punches. It’s convicting. Condemning, even. Powerful. You never have to wonder what God is thinking when he speaks through Ezekiel. And that’s true with chapter 34. I’m troubled because so much of this chapter seems to be speaking so directly to our churches today.

Lousy LeadersGod rips into the bad shepherds because they’re ignoring the fat sheep who are oppressing the other sheep. And I see us. Sometimes. Sometimes elders don’t want to challenge the church bullies because they don’t want to stir up any conflict. They want to keep the peace. And, sometimes, the fattest sheep are the biggest givers. Sometimes preachers hold back on what God’s telling them to preach because they don’t want to offend anybody. They don’t want to answer the phone calls and emails Monday morning. They don’t want anybody to leave. They don’t want the emergency meeting with the elders.

Elders and ministers don’t always take care of the weak sheep like we should. Taking care of sheep is hard. It’s painful. Time-consuming. It’s work. And, sometimes, church leaders do crave the attention. Some of are tempted by the spotlight. Sometimes we really do just want our own way. Sometimes we do only act in an effort to save our own necks. And our selfishness and inconsistencies can drive the sheep away.

God help us.

Sorry SheepWe can also — all of us — sometimes be really sorry sheep. We can be territorial about our ministries or areas of service. Or our pews. We don’t let anybody in. We can shove brothers and sisters out the door by being dogmatic and unyielding about our own personal preferences. We can push people to the curb by insisting they believe and think and worship and sing and dress and pray just like me. We’re so good at it, so oblivious to it, that sometimes we can actually take the official position of a weak sheep and use it like an 18-pound sledgehammer to bully and head-butt and ram other sheep into my comfort zone and my lines and boundaries.

There are sheep in our flocks who’ve been in our flocks for years and who’ve never been invited to anyone’s house for dinner. They’ve never been asked to go out to eat. There are sheep in our churches who feel like they don’t matter because we have absolutely run them over on our way to the next committee meeting or service project.

God help us.

God says, “No, I’m just going to do it myself.”

“I myself will shepherd my sheep”

Jesus says, “I am the good shepherd.”

“I myself will be their shepherd!” Ezekiel 34 and John 10Jesus knows how to afflict the comfortable and comfort the afflicted. To those who relied on their own righteousness, Jesus ripped away all their excuses and forced them to see their deep need for his grace. To those who were burdened and marginalized, Jesus drew them to God. He showed them that God did not delight in their death but was begging them to come to him so he could give them eternal life. They needed to know there was a place in God’s flock for the weak and the sinful.

The Lord Jesus Christ is our great shepherd. He’s bold and courageous and single-minded in his mission to seek and save the lost, to restore the lost sheep of Israel. And he’s so committed to it — he’s so committed to us, his sheep — that he lays down his life for us. He dies for us. He stands in the gate — he says in John 10 he IS the gate! — between us and the ravenous wolves and the muderous robbers who would kill us and eat us. He’s unwilling to sacrifice even one of us to the enemy. He’d rather die first.

And he did.

God’s people are scattered. We’re all over the map. We bicker and argue. We’re lost and injured and sick. And God through Christ keeps his promises to search and bring back and strengthen. The Good Shepherd makes us one. And he gives us peace.

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The Rangers’ magic number for clinching the division title is 19!The Rangers are 2-5 right now on this ten game road trip. They’ve gone oh-fer on the season in the Twin Cities. They’ve lost four straight. Josh and Lee are both out indefinitely. Just a little speed bump, right?

Peace,

Allan

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