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Multiplication Tables

NotEvenHalfTheKidsSeven weeks into our Legacy Small Groups Church and we’re averaging 576 each Sunday evening in 35 different homes. Those numbers are more than double what we’ve been averaging here on Sunday nights for years. And I’m excited by those numbers. I think the numbers do point to realities that can’t be ignored. But I’m even more thrilled by the things that are happening in our Small Groups that can’t be measured.

Visitors to our congregation who are invited to attend a Small Groups meeting are placing membership with our church family almost immediately. They feel a connection—that connection everybody who’s looking for a church home is seeking. They’re plugged in to a group of friends, they share a meal, they sing and pray and study together, they laugh and visit, and they’re made to feel warm and welcomed in ways that can never happen in a Bible class or in a worship assembly.  

SmallGroupsChurchPeople are getting to know brothers and sisters they’ve never even met before. When our group began, there were four families who had signed up to be with us I didn’t know at all. Now, after seven weeks, I know them very well. I sing with them. I know what their favorite movies are. I know what foods they like. I play with their kids. I know what they do for a living. And I know what scares them. And I know what they’re dealing with in their own families and jobs. And I know that if I never saw any of them again for ten years, I could run into them anywhere and feel an instant connection.

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I love listening to our elders at Legacy talk about our members in more personal ways because they’re calling our Co-Leaders once a week and actually eating and praying and visiting our members in their homes. It’s so refreshing to hear one of our elders talk about so-and-so, knowing they were at so-and-so’s house the night before. I overhear their conversations that are peppered now with phrases such as, “Last Sunday we were at Bob & Judy’s house…” and “I was talking to Jerry over at Bill & Pam’s house…” and “The folks over at Larry & Shannon’s house are saying….” It’s fantastic. And I know our elders are energized by the actual shepherding opportunities they’re being given.

I’m excited about the way a lot of our groups are jumping into the actual application of the Word. Some of our groups are making sure every week to apply what we’re studying on Sunday mornings into their daily lives and their Small Groups lives. We have groups who have committed to writing encouraging notes to each other’s friends at their work places. A couple of groups are visiting hospitals and nursing homes together. Following this past Sunday’s lesson on evangelizing the world and our emphasis on the upcoming Missions Sunday, one of our groups began writing letters to our missionaries and another group planned a group-wide garage sale for March 29, with all the proceeds going into the Missions collection plate on the 30th. (Why didn’t we think of that?)

And the ministry opportunities within each group are impossible to miss. I know of several that probably don’t need to be shared in this public forum, several of our members who are being taken care of by the loving brothers and sisters in their Small Group.

The only problem—and it’s a wonderful problem to have—is that our groups are all bulging at the seams. Ten of our 35 groups are averaging over 20 in attendance, three of them over 30. And there’s just simply no room to invite visitors or new members or current church members who aren’t involved yet into those crowded situations. The idea is to eventually expand to include the entire church family in Small Groups. And that’s going to take a series of meaningful multiplications.

At last night’s “Multiplication Meeting” (everything you ever wanted to know about multiplying your small group but were afraid to ask) we identified seven groups that are ready to form two new groups each. The time table is for those groups to be formed on March 23rd and to announce the new groups and hold the new signups on March 30. There may be more who want to do the same thing in the next couple of weeks. Multiplying isn’t easy and it’s not without its challenges. But everyone at last night’s meeting understands the concept. And that’s most of the battle.

There was a real sense of energy and excitement about what God is doing with our groups at last night’s meeting. It seems everyone has a story about something good that’s happened in one of their homes. And it seems all who were present last night have a genuine appreciation for the ultimate vision of connecting with everybody in the Legacy family through Small Groups.

Please pray for continued blessings from God as we move into the next phase of Legacy Small Groups Church.

Peace,

Allan

Little Whittle

Whit&DPWednesday, February 17, 1993. South Austin Medical Center. 10:15 pm. Whitney Leigh-Anne came into the world and into our lives kicking and screaming and needing some extra oxygen. I was able to calm her down in those first couple of minutes by singing “Love Me Do” and “Eight Days a Week” softly to her in the delivery room. And I’ll never forget looking for the very first time into those bluer than blue eyes. So blue. And so beautiful. She had a huge ragged mop of dark black hair. And those little crooked toes. And it all BlueEyesknocked my socks off.

How amazing to have this innocent, vulnerable, newborn infant. How terrifying that she depends on me for her very survival. How humbling to realize I’m responsible to her and to our God for bringing her up in Christ Jesus.

Whitney is my sports nut. Big time. She was hitting plastic baseballs off a plastic tee with a plastic bat when she was two. She was eating popcorn and chips and hot sauce and watching football games with me by about the same age. She throws like a boy (Yes!). She loves basketball. She watches ESPN News for 15 minutes every morning. She wants nothing but sports jersies and posters for birthdays and Christmas. We can’t play enough air hockey and backgammon together. And she argues with me about the Cowboys almost daily.

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And I love that about Whitney. It really connects me to her.

But what I really admire about Whitney, and the thing I’m most grateful for with her, is her sweet spirit and positive attitude. Whitney is an angel. She’s had to overcome, and is still working to overcome, so many difficulties in her young life. WhitGoesDeepMultiple surgeries. Subsequent therapies. Physical limitations. Hearing aids. Glasses. Fine motor skills. Her list goes on and on. But through it all, somehow, Whitney maintains an incredibly upbeat attitude. She’s never down. The doctors’ appointments and medical reports never drag her down. She keeps that same smile on her face and that same positive attitude day after day after day. She’s such a blessing. She’s endured so much pain in her life, especially with her legs and her feet, and yet she’s generally much more concerned with her sisters’ feelings than with her own.

Whit’sSpecsWe tell her all the time that God is going to use the trials she’s enduring now to produce through her amazing things for his Kingdom. We tell her all the time that she’ll be able to minister to other people in ways that I never will because she can personally relate to so many things that other people are going through. As Paul wrote in 2 Corinthians 1, she’ll be able to comfort others with the same comfort she’s received from God. She’ll be better equipped to encourage others because of the ordeals she’s facing every day.

I see our loving Father in Whitney. I see him in her trusting spirit and her faithful dependence on him. I see him already using her to teach others around her—namely her dad—about keeping our eyes on the things that are unseen, the eternal things, not the seen things that are temporary.

I can’t wait to see what other huge, wonderful things our God is going to do through the Whitster.

Happy Birthday, girl. I love you.

Dad

Leading Public Prayer

I promised you Wednesday the second half of that 1942 George Buttrick essay on prayer, the section that deals specifically with the wording of public prayers in the assembly. Buttrick was an English-born Congregational preacher who served nearly 30 years as pastor of New York’s Madison Avenue Presbyterian Church. He also served as Preacher to the University at Harvard. Here it is:

“With what burden and awe we should prepare the prayers for public worship! Therein is the grievous failure, not to say disgrace, of Protestantism. ‘Brother So-and-so will lead us in prayer’; whereupon Brother So-and-so, in too many instances, offers God a slipshodness and a jumble, sometimes almost a brash irreverence, and has the temerity to call it prayer. Where public prayer is undisciplined, corporate public worship decays.

There is necessary preparation both of the pray-er and the prayer. What are its steps?

The minister and the congregation should explore the wealth of prayers, ‘free’ and liturgical, offered through the years. Wisdom was not born with us. There are collects of St. Chrysostom which are the perfect bloom of devotion. They cannot be touched without being spoiled. They can only be prayed, in gratitude for men who pray for us better than we pray for ourselves.

Furthermore, prayers should spring from prior inquiry. What are the blessings for which we should praise God? What are the sins which should find corporate confession? What are the conflicts and sorrows that should be upborne in corporate intercession? As that last question is asked the compassionate minister will see the faces of his people and the tragic need of the world until intercession then and there interrupts his ponderings.

Then the minister must plan and write prayers as rigorously as sermons. The language should be wrought. God may be pleased with a clumsy prayer, but not when the clumsiness comes with sloth or a casual mind. The planning of a prayer should be deliberate and clearly drawn. Later, in public utterance, the prayer may break its bounds to ‘take heaven by storm,’ but only if the bounds have first been set. How can petition and intercession be real unless it is specific and ordered?

The needs of the Church are many and urgent. But they might all be met by the leaven of genuine corporate prayer.”

Peace,

Allan

Every Little Spot Upon Your Happiness

On the day after Roger Clemens adds the word “misremember” into the American lexicon and the Mavericks try desperately to slow down their own suspect perimeter defense, ship off their only big men capable of matching up with Tim Duncan and Yao Ming, and wreck whatever locker room chemistry they have, my thoughts are on the real stable and certain force in my life, the love of my life: my sweetheart of almost 19 years, Carrie-Anne.

In May 1989 my heart was captured by this beautiful girl in the overall shorts and Keds behind the wheel of that little Plymouth Horizon. She agreed to be mine for good in November that year. And then in February 2001, I recommitted to her all over again.

I was struck that month by a letter written by Major Sullivan Ballou in July 1861 to his wife Sarah. He wrote the letter to her as his 2nd Rhode Island division was being moved to the Battle of Bull Run. And that letter spoke to me. It articulated so well the deep feelings I have for my wife. It expressed so perfectly the shame and the regret I feel for all the times I’ve acted selfishly and foolishly toward her and our relationship. And it summed up perfectly my desires to love her and please her for all eternity.

I remember sitting Carrie-Anne down on the couch in our living room in Mesquite and reading her that letter seven years ago, especially the line about washing out with my tears “every little spot upon your happiness.”

And I’ll read it again to her tonight.

My very dear Sarah:

The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days—perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more.

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I am willing—perfectly willing—to lay down all my joys in this life to help maintain this government and to pay my debt.

Sarah, my love for you is deathless; it seems to bind me with mighty cables that nothing but Omnipotence could break.

The memories of the blissful moments I have spent with you come flooding over me and I feel most gratified to God and to you that I have enjoyed them so long. And hard it is for me to give them up and burn to ashes the hopes of future years when, God willing, we might still have lived and loved together, and seen our sons grown up to honorable manhood around us. I have, I know, but few and small claims upon Divine Providence, but something whispers to me that I shall return to my loved one unharmed.

If I do not, my dear Sarah, never forget how much I love you. And when my last breath escapes me on the battle field, it will whisper your name.

Forgive my many faults and the many pains I have caused you. How thoughtless and foolish I have often times been! How gladly would I wash out with my tears every little spot upon your happiness.

But, O Sarah! If the dead can come back to this earth and flit unseen around those they loved, I shall always be near you; in the gladdest days and in the darkest nights. Always. Always. And if there is a soft breeze upon your cheek, it shall be my breath, as the cool air fans your throbbing temple, it shall be my spirit passing by. Sarah, do not mourn me dead; think I am gone and wait for thee, for we shall meet again.

Yours always and forever, 

Sullivan

I love you, Carrie-Anne. Happy Valentine’s Day.

Yours always and forever,

Allan

The Greater Work

“Corporate prayer is the heart of corporate worship.” ~George A. Buttrick, 1942

In preparing for tonight’s Oasis class—our focus this evening is on the many forms of prayer in the Bible and their use, or lack thereof, in today’s Christian assemblies—I came across a little essay from George Buttrick on public prayer. I’m going to break it up into two parts. Buttrick addresses the “how to” when it comes to leading a public prayer in the assembly. And I’ll give you that part tomorrow. Today, the big picture of why prayer is the central aspect of our congregational worship.

TheGreaterWork“Ritual is not central; for, however necessary and vital, it is still ritual. Scripture is not central; for, however indispensable and radiant, it is still Scripture—that which is written, the record not the experience, the very Word but not the Presence. Preaching is not central; for preaching, however inevitable and kindling, is still preaching—the heralding, not the very Lord. Friedrich Heiler was rightly written: ‘Not speech about God, but speech to God, not the preaching of the revelation of God, but direct intercourse with God is, strictly speaking, the worship of God.’

When the rite is made central, prayer may become an incantation. When the book is made central, prayer may become an appendage of scribal interpretations. When preaching is made central, prayer may become only an introduction and conclusion to the sermon. The heart of religion is in prayer—the uplifting of human hands, the speaking of human lips, the expecting waiting of human silence—in direct communion with the Eternal. Prayer must go through the rite, Scripture, symbolism, and sermon, as light through a window.”

In 1895, E. M. Bounds wrote, “Prayer does not prepare us for greater works, it is the greater work.”

We pray because God invites us to pray. He desires that we speak to him, that we bring him our praise and thanksgiving, our confession of sin and our hurts, and our petitions for others and ourselves—everything that concerns us. And the more we pray, the closer we become to God. In prayer, in real prayer, we begin to talk like God talks. We begin to think like God thinks. We desire the things he desires, we love the things he loves, we want the things he wants. We begin to see things from God’s point of view when we earnestly pray.

Peace,

Allan

1 Corinthians 13 For Parents

OK, I stole this.

Wait, I didn’t steal it. I’m crediting a source. I got this from one of Jim Gardner’s recent blogs. As Whitney turns 15 on Sunday, a lot of this struck home.

 Enjoy.

I can read bedtime stories till the cow jumps over the moon and sing ‘Ten Little Monkeys’ until I want to call the doctor — but if I don’t have love, I’m as annoying as a ringing phone.I can chase a naked toddler through the house while cooking dinner and listening to voice mail, I can fix the best Kool-Aid and cookies in the neighborhood, and I can tell a sick child’s temperature with one touch of my finger, but if I don’t have love, I am nothing.

Love is patient while watching and praying by the front window when it’s 30 minutes past curfew.

Love is kind when my teen says, ‘I hate you!’

It does not envy the neighbor’s swimming pool or their brand-new minivan, but trusts the Lord to provide every need.

Love does not brag when other parents share their disappointments and insecurities, and love rejoices when other families succeed.

It doesn’t boast, even when I’ve multi-tasked all day long and my husband can’t do more than one thing at a time.

Love is not rude when my spouse innocently asks, ‘What have you done today?’

It does not immediately seek after glory when we see talent in our children, but encourages them to get training and make wise choices.

It is not easily angered, even when my 15-year old acts like the world revolves around her.

It does not delight in evil and is not self-righteous when I remind my 17-year old that he’s going 83-MPH in a 55-MPH zone, but rejoices in the truth.

Love does not give up hope.

It always protects our children’s self-esteem and spirit, even while doling out discipline.

It always trusts God to protect our children when we cannot.

It always perseveres through blue nail polish, burps and other bodily functions, rolled eyes and crossed arms, messy rooms and sleepovers.

Love never fails.

But where there are memories of thousands of diaper changes and painful labor(s), they will fade away.

Where there is talking back, it will (eventually) cease. (Please, Lord?)

Where there is a teenager who thinks she knows everything, there will one day be an adult who knows you did your best.

For we know we fail our children, and we pray they don’t end up in therapy, but when we get to heaven, our imperfect parenting will disappear.

When we were children, we needed a parent to love and protect us. Now that we’re parents ourselves, we have a Heavenly Father who adores, shelters us and holds us when we need to cry.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.

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