There
are no perfect families. Let’s just put
that out there from the beginning. Sometimes in Christians circles, we make it seem as if a family of Christians should be blissfully loving and problem-free. I don’t know what happens in your family on a typical Sunday morning. Maybe there is usually a big fight in the car ride
on the way there. You all have to calm
down and get pleasant looks on your faces before you came into the
building. Maybe some member of your
family refuses to come to church, even though they know you want them there, even though you
pray every Sunday will be different.
Maybe you’ve broken contact with some member of your family, and part of
you is angry and thinks, “This isn’t all my fault. They need to apologize.” But part of you is deeply sad, and almost
willing to do whatever it takes to bring them back. Maybe some member of your family is suffering
with a mental illness or an addiction that makes them a very different person
than they used to be, and makes your home and your life chaotic. I’m not giving away any secrets here; in
any large group of people, there are stories like that, and more. Maybe something else is going on in your
family right now that keeps you awake at night, brings you to tears, or makes
you furious. And Sunday mornings, you sit in a room full of attractive, well-dressed people, including some couples who seem
very happy together, and some families with children who look well-adjusted and
beautiful. And you’re tempted to think,
“Everyone has it together but me. What’s
wrong with me?”
Thursday, February 25, 2016
The Savior's Dysfunctional Family
Thursday, February 4, 2016
Refining Fire
Note: Since
the start of the year, we’ve been studying 1 Peter with the theme “Making
Progress,” asking the question, “How can we become better people in a culture
that does not encourage our faith?” This Sunday, we'll be looking at 1 Peter 4:12-19.
When
my daughter Kayleigh was born, I made almost all of her doctor’s
appointments. These were not fun
events. Once, the doctor had to give her
a round of shots. He told me to hold her
still. Now, Kayleigh didn’t really like
me much in those days. Unlike Carrie, I
wasn’t soft and gentle, I clearly didn’t know what I was doing--which she could
innately sense--and worst of all, I didn’t produce milk. But useless as I was, she somehow knew it was
my job to protect her. So when I held
her down with all my might while Dr. Voldemort attacked her over and over with
a razor sharp needle, she screamed and cried and stared right into my eyes with
a look that said, “Why are you doing this to me?”
When life gets hard, there are two ways
religious people tend to react. We get
angry with God, or we think God is angry with us. We get angry with God because we feel like
He has broken some sort of agreement. We
say things like, “Haven’t I done things the right way? I go to church, I’m kind to others, I try to
follow your commands. Is this how you
repay me?” Actually, people in Scripture
such as Job and David reacted this way sometimes, so you’re not a horrible
person if you feel this way, too. But
Scripture also tells us, again and again, that pain and suffering are part of
life on this earth. God’s best people
suffered in terrible ways. That’s why
Peter tells his readers not to be surprised at the troubles they are
facing. We are not promised a pain-free
existence, not yet. Those who think,
“God must be angry with me,” are also incorrect. In Scripture, God did sometimes use
circumstances to punish people. But
every time He did, they knew why they were experiencing the pain. They could draw a clear line from their sin
to the consequences. This is why in
verse 15, Peter tells them to make sure that if they suffer, it’s not because of
any crime they’ve committed. If we get
drunk and get behind the wheel of a car, we shouldn’t be surprised that we
crash; if we don’t deal with our foul temper, we shouldn’t blame God because
our loved ones don’t want to be around us anymore. But if our pain seems random, it’s not the
Judgment of God. If it were, He’d let us
know it.
The truth is, most of the time, we
won’t know exactly why God allows a particular painful event into our
lives. Tim Keller pastors in Manhattan,
and most of the people he meets have no Christian background. Sometimes, they will say, “I don’t believe in
God because something awful happened to me, and if God was real and loved me,
He would never let that happen.” Keller’s
response is, “Is it possible that an all-knowing God has a reason for allowing
this pain that you cannot comprehend?”
They have to admit that it is possible.
I think about that day in the doctor’s office. Could I have prevented Kayleigh’s pain? Absolutely, but I knew the pain was for her
good. Could she understand that, no
matter how I tried to explain it?
Absolutely not. Sometimes, we
just have to trust Him without knowing what He’s up to.
Thursday, January 28, 2016
Killing the Old Man
I want
to teach you a new word today.
Mortification. It’s an old, old
word, rarely used anymore. If it sounds
familiar, it’s because we use some words similar to it. We sometimes refer to a funeral director as a
mortician, someone who works with the dead.
If something embarrassing were to happen to you, you might say, “I was
mortified.” In a way, you’re saying, “I
was so humiliated, I wanted to die.”
Mortification has to do with death, or more specifically, the process of
something or someone dying. We get the term from the writings of Paul
originally. In Romans 8:13 he wrote, For if you live according to the flesh, you
are going to die. But if by the Spirit you put to death the deeds of the body,
you will live. Paul pictures our sin
as a cancer. You can’t decide to
peacefully coexist with cancer. You
either deal with it aggressively--cut it out through surgery, poison it through
chemotherapy--or it will consume and kill you.
That’s the way it is with sin in our lives. We have to say, “It’s either you or me, sin,
and I’m not going down without a fight.”
In Colossians 3:5, he gets more specific: Therefore, put to death what belongs to your worldly nature: sexual
immorality, impurity, lust, evil desire, and greed, which is idolatry. Paul was following the teaching of Jesus,
that to follow Christ means to be born again, to become a new person. If we want to enjoy this new life, we have to
do away with our old lives. That isn’t
something that happens overnight; it’s a lifelong battle. In the old King James version, “put to
death,” was translated, “mortify,” and theologians started using that term.
Why do I bring this up? Two reasons.
First, because we’re talking here at the start of a New Year about
Making Progress, becoming better people in real, lasting ways. The hard truth of Scripture is that you can’t
make true progress without ruthlessly attacking areas of your life that are out
of God’s will. Second, because in the
letter of 1 Peter that we’re basing this sermon series on, Peter actually talks
about mortification. He doesn’t use the
same term as Paul, but that’s what 1 Peter 4:1-5 is about. And I want to warn you: Mortification is
messy and painful. Think again about the
idea of cancer treatment. If a doctor
told you, “I think it would be a good idea if I put you to sleep and cut out
some parts of your body, then have you ingest poison once a week for a few
months,” you’d run screaming from his office.
You would only allow him to put you through it all if you were sure
you’d die otherwise. There will be pain
involved in attacking your sin; it’s my job this Sunday to convince you that pain is
worth it.
Thursday, January 21, 2016
Redeeming the Ridicule
We’re in
a series called Making Progress, talking about how we can actually be better
people in 2016 than the people who woke up on January 1. We’re studying 1 Peter, and last week we saw
God’s plan to use us to change the world.
I hope you found that as inspiring as I did. But even if you did, it’s very likely you
left here and pretty quickly saw and heard things that brought you back down to
earth. Let’s face it, outside the walls
of a church, we don’t find much encouragement in our walk with Christ. In fact, I think it’s safe to say we’re more
likely to face ridicule for our faith now than at any time in our nation’s
history. America has always been a land where people
were free to believe anything they wanted; our founding fathers wanted to
separate us from the old country, where state churches had the power to
dominate public life. But, culturally if
not legally, the Christian faith always had a home-field advantage in this
country. Politicians knew that, in order
to win election, they had to at least make a show of religious piety. Movie studios often made big-budget,
biblically based films. Major
corporations would refuse to advertise on a TV program that might offend
Christian sensibilities. Of course,
there has been a long tradition of poking fun at religion in America, with
people like Mark Twain and Sinclair Lewis pointing out hypocrisy. When I was growing up, reporters and
talk-show hosts loved to expose the flaws of televangelists. But even as they did so, they were drawing a
contrast between wing-nuts and con men on the one hand, and sincere, devout
believers on the other. We could all
agree with them, to a certain extent.
We’re in a new day now. More and more, we see people publicly ridiculing
not hypocrites or religious con men, but the very idea of faith in Christ. Perhaps you’ve encountered this through the
media. Recently, I saw the story of a
policeman who pulled over a man who was speeding. He noticed the man crying, asked him why, and
found out the man’s daughter had cancer, which had recently taken a turn for
the worse. The policeman decided not to
give the man a ticket. The man then
asked, “Can you pray for me?” Right by
the side of the highway, the cop knelt on the pavement and prayed for this man,
then promised to have his entire church pray as well. It was a beautiful story that brought tears
to my eyes. Then I clicked on the public
comments. Most were positive. They were from readers who were touched just
like I was. But I also saw comments like
this: “Any cop who brings superstitious nonsense to the workplace needs to be
fired. This is disgusting and an effort to force his indefensible, cultish
credo on people who have no choice but listen.”
And “It would (make me angry) if he tried to pray for me. I don’t need an invisible sky fairy.” But for many of us, our encounter of this
attitude is more personal. We’ve met
ridicule for our faith from someone close to us: A classmate, a co-worker, a
neighbor, a teacher, even a family member.
The
people who first read 1 Peter were in a similar situation. Like us, they weren’t yet experiencing any
physical persecution for their faith.
But their beliefs were misunderstood and ridiculed widely. In 1 Peter 1:11-12, Peter writes…so that, in a case where they speak against
you as those who do what is evil… Christians were accused, for instance, of
not being patriots because they didn’t worship Caesar or the Roman gods. In Ephesus, a riot broke out led by people
who made their living selling little idols; they said if people turned to Jesus
and away from polytheism, it would wreck the economy. For us today, we tend to be accused of
ignorance and intolerance, two of the few remaining sins our culture is still
willing to condemn. So what should be our response when we face
ridicule? Conduct yourselves honorably among the Gentiles, so that…they will, by
observing your good works, glorify God on the day of visitation. Peter is saying that our response to ridicule should be so outstanding, it changes the lives of our critics. How can we do this? That's what I'll be talking about on Sunday.
Friday, January 15, 2016
Review: Seeking Allah, Finding Jesus
Nabeel Qureshi's memoir was a pleasant surprise for me. Qureshi is an excellent writer; I listened to the Audible edition, and he makes a very effective narrator, as well. But, having read and heard many Christian stories of conversion, I found Qureshi's story more moving than most. He spends a good deal of time early on telling us about his upbringing in a loving, devout Muslim home (The Qureshis are Ahmadi Muslims, a branch with which I was not familiar). Nabeel's father was a Pakistani-born officer in the US Navy; he was descended from Muslim missionaries, and Nabeel was raised to rigorously defend his Islamic faith in the "Christian" west. This part of the book did two things: 1) It helped me understand what it's like to be Muslim in America as well as how foreign-born Muslims view American culture (which they see as "Christian" culture). It was heartbreaking to realize that, although Nabeel had many religious conversations with self-professed Christians during his upbringing (most of which he initiated), no Christian ever attempted to befriend him or his parents, until he met one genuine Christ-follower his freshman year of college. 2) It helped me feel the emotional turmoil of a young Muslim considering faith in Jesus. With our individualistic Western mindset, we see the choices of a college-aged person to diverge from the views of his/her parents as a natural part of growing up; but for Nabeel, leaving Islam wasn't simply a personal choice. It was a profound insult to his parents, and brought incredible shame to his family among their peers. Qureshi's storytelling is so skilled, I felt that tension, and while as a Christian I was thrilled every time he took another step closer to faith in Christ, I also felt deep sadness for the pain that his choice would inflict on his loving family.
Qureshi also does a fantastic job of recreating the long intellectual journey from committed Muslim to faithful Christian. He includes recreations of several deep theological conversations, debates, and even arguments with his Christian friends. He had to overcome several intellectual barriers: The idea that the Bible had been changed by church authorities over time, and was nothing like the original writings; that Jesus was merely a human prophet and not divine; that the idea of the Trinity was blasphemous. Once those barriers were broken down and he was willing to consider the claims of Christianity, he then had to research his own Islamic faith, and see if the things he had been taught about Muhammed and the Quran were indeed true. These sections of the book are intellectually deep, but Qureshi makes them highly readable, and includes enough personal detail to bring you along for the emotional ride.
When Qureshi's story is done, we are left with a blend of satisfaction and sadness. He has dedicated this book to his parents, who remain devout Muslims. It's clear that his conversion is still, and perhaps always will be, a barrier to their relationship. But even more so, we are filled with a yearning to reach out to our foreign-born neighbors with the genuine love of Christ.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
God's Building Project
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| Remember when Kevin Costner was this young? |
Remember
the movie, Field of Dreams? A baseball-loving, ex-hippie corn farmer in
Iowa is struggling; he has regrets about his relationship to his deceased
father, and he’s about to lose his farm.
Suddenly, he hears a voice from his corn field saying, “If you build it,
he will come.” Somehow, the farmer
interprets this to mean that he needs to build a baseball field in the middle
of all his corn. It’s never quite clear
until the end of the movie how doing this will heal his heart or save his farm,
but he does it anyway. Here’s an
interesting side note: The real Iowa corn farmer on whose land the field was
built kept the baseball field. He never
charged for admission, but he did operate a little souvenir stand on-site. Until he sold the field in 2011, 65,000
people a year visited. People often look
at the world in all of its evil and injustice and violence and pain and say,
“What is God doing?” The answer is that
He’s building something. And that may
not make a lot of sense to us, just like building a baseball field in the
middle of a corn farm doesn’t make sense.
But this is the project of redemption, the story of humanity, and this Sunday we’re going to talk about what God is doing, and how He expects you to be a part
of it.
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Making Progress
My father-in-law used to tell us a story about the time when he was a young man--maybe a
teenager--and worked at the refinery his father ran. The way I remember it, he was hanging out
with other guys his age, and they were all talking about their fathers. They were being rather disrespectful, calling
them “my old man.” Dick spoke up and
said something about his “old man.”
Right then, one of the old roughnecks who worked at the refinery came
up, grabbed him by the collar, got right in his face and said, “I’d better
never hear you say anything like that about your father again.” I’m sure there were some other choice words
included. I always found it interesting
that the roughneck didn’t say anything to the other guys, only to my
father-in-law. The message there was, “Think
about who you are, boy. You should be
different from these other losers.”
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