Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Amok. Part 2.

Finding myself a bit bored, I wound up re-reading my last blog post and the related comments. As always, once my brain has had more time to "gel" with an idea, I think of things that I should've said, should've left out, or should've clarified. So, finding myself still bored, here goes...


I don't ever mean to convey an idea that sin can be defeated without Christ. Ever. Even though I insist that we take responsibility for our sin and not wait on some "spark" to move us to act, I'm ony talking about making good choices...avoiding the paths that lead us down roads that cause chaos in our own lives as best we can rather than do things that we know are wrong, excusing our actions because we haven't been "convicted" by God to do otherwise. Instead, we ought to "man up" and take our actions and our thoughts captive to overcome sin in our life. In my opinion, this is still a grace-driven "effort" - even our conscience I believe can be Spirit-governed, so, in a sense, just the desire to make the right choices is Spirit-led, IMHO.

But our own efforts can only take us so far. Our thoughts, our actions often contradict the desires of our hearts to do good (read Romans 7 if you want some harsh insight into this fact). Real life change can only happen if God is changing us from the inside out. I was assuming that in everything I wrote before.

Grace is implicit to all I believe. Nothing really changes apart from it. But our faith-response - our response to grace (whether a spirit-prompted emotional response or a response to living the kind of lifestyle we read about in Scripture) is important, too. If something as grand as salvation is offered to us free of charge - the price has been paid, I think that ought to move us to live accordingly. My Savior died for me; I'm going to live for Him. I'm going to listen to his instructions. I'm going to emulate his life as best as I can in my fallen state. Not because I have to to earn the gift of salvation given in grace, but because I want to die to the sin in my life that Jesus died to free me from. Die to it...pretty strong words...

This has been on my heart a lot lately because of things I've seen - observed or experienced firsthand - over the past few years. In this thing called the emergent church, I'm finding the whole discussion of sin increasingly frustrating. Before I dive into this, let me clarify: I love the emergent movement. I love the effort by churches and Christians to let go of traditionalism and seek new means to carry the Gospel to people in a world that's become jaded to all things 'religious' and the church seems to become more and more irrelevant. These are exciting times. It's a time of new awakening...where traditionalism is being replaced with innovation; legalism replaced with love; religiosity replaced with community and mission. My support of this is something I've blogged about a lot in the past.

But with any movement comes maturity. And as I think about the things I've observed, I've got one or two concerns:

As we learn to engage our culture on its level, there's a strong temptation to not only adopt cultural styles but to adopt cultural values and moral standards as we attempt to build relationships with people. While the effort to connect to our culture in relevant ways that move beyond the norms and structures of the past (which I'm ALL FOR), the re-shaping of Scriptural standards is freaky. Maybe because the whole "sin" concept has been overworked in churches (to the point of abuse) over the years, it's more fashionable nowadays to downplay it. Sin, if it is talked about, doesn't condemn you to hell, but - at the most - condemns you to a life void of self-fulfillment or self-actualization. The language has become humanistic. Sin has become a word that we avoid right up there with "pew" or "pipe organ."

The motives may be good. People who've been exposed to the abusive power that churches have wielded over the years that have left trails of unforgiven wounded people in the aftermath need to experience something different. Furthermore, constant "sin-talk" often builds more barriers with the people we're trying to reach than it opens doors to discussions of grace and forgiveness. So there's good motive in avoiding the most infamous 3-letter-word in history: S-I-N. People need grace where they've only known condemnation. They need love where they've only known or seen little or no acceptance. They need the message communicated in new, innovative ways that contrast the monotonous approach of tradionalistic churches (nothing wrong with tradition itself, but traditionalism - the old way is the ONLY way - is foolish). So - like I said - I can wholeheartedly embrace emergent churches that want to reach people in innovative ways....that want to go to where people are rather than wait for them to come through the doors of the "sanctuary"....that want to engage our culture and let them know God loves them no matter where they are.

But how far is too far? Is there such a thing? Where do we cross the line in our avoidance of the sin "discussion?" Where are we compromising our own walk with God?

Is the use of four-letter words just to engage our culture in its medium an okay thing? Is the use of lewd language full of explicit sexual content okay among Christian adults who are, by nature, sexual beings? Does drinking too much alcohol (to the point of drunkenness) with other Christians make it okay if it's part of the bonding experience of community? Is sexual promiscuity okay because we believe we're more careful and more enlightened than our ancient forefathers (besides sex is just sex and we have condoms today)? Can we say or do whatever we feel like - online, offline, privately, whatever - in the name of "feedom?" Is it okay to excuse sin - any sin, big or small - simply because we're trying to be "authentic?"

I'm asking these questions both to challenge our thinking and because I'm searching for an answer that satisfies the standards of grace and forgiveness - while at the same time - satisfies the standards of our mission to reach the lost in innovative ways AND to live lives worthy of our calling.

In books I read recently, I read about a pastor who walked into a church where they employed a homosexual preacher but asked the pastor to remove his hat during the worship service. Weird amalgamation of an affirmation of Christian tradition alongside simultaneous rejection of a moral standard. How does that happen? How do you affirm one meaningless norm, yet overlook a pretty big sin issue (according to Scripture) so casually?

In college, I had a fraternity brother who drank heavily. He did stupid things like drive drunk or, on a less serious note, order pizza and then pass out before paying for it. Heh. But seriously, there was a real problem there. When drunk, he became pretty forceful with women to the point one girl accused him of date-rape. He became pseudo-violent. Even when not drinking, he could be combative when it came to talking to people with opposing views and his outlook on life was pretty negative.

Oddly enough, one summer he decided to work as a summer youth leader at a local church. Finding this a bit odd for someone who pretty much rejected anything "church-related," I asked him about this decision. He commented that he wanted to reach teenagers...to show them who Christ was. Though he held to a fairly liberal "Jesus-didn't-rise-from-the-dead" view of Jesus, what prompted immedate concern from me is that this guy was pretty much drunk every Friday and Saturday night, yet leading teenagers in Bible studies on Sundays. Being pretty combative myself in my earlier years of my faith, I asked him, "How can you lead a group of teenagers to life in Christ is you don't live this in your own life?" He answered, "Well, I can't connect with teenagers if I'm not going through and doing the same things they're going through and doing myself." For him, that was the end of the discussion. Conveniently, sin - specifically, consistent drunkenness - was not sin since he could "use" it as a connecting point to reach teenagers. My last words to him were, "If you're not living a Christ-like life yourself, then where, actually, are you going to lead these teenagers?" I'll give him high props for being mission-oriented, but - to this day - it troubles me that the Gospel for him had been reduced to an impotent collection of words about forgiveness and grace that failed to acknowledge what exactly we're forgiven of and why we need grace in the first place. (Read: "sin") If it's okay to do whatever we want, what exactly did Christ die for anyway?

So what happens when a casual "overlooking" of sin gets out of hand? Well...it's not pretty. In a church in my college town, I saw a college minister start sleeping with girls in his college ministry. He'd quite literally lead these younger girls to Christ, pray with them, then get them to take off their clothes and...you get the idea. It happened with several girls. When the pastor of the church was approached about the actions of his college minister, he simply stated that those who approached him were being legalistic Pharisees and that they needed to forgive instead of condemn him. "Love over legalism," he said. Though I firmly believe this guy could and would be forgiven of his sin, why it was casually overlooked bothered me a lot. I knew some of these girls. They were confused. They'd felt betrayed...as if they'd been led into a lie. And the confrontation with the pastor and his insistence on forgiveness made no difference. He continued to 'seduce' girls. The situation ended ugly. One of the girls he'd slept with - who'd become a Christian partly to escape from a life of promiscuity - was deeply confused and wounded by the guy's sexual involvement with her and consequent cover-up of what happened. So she started talking. "If this isn't wrong, then I'm going to talk about it." As people found out, the church tore itself apart and was reduced from a thriving body of believers to a derelict building that housed maybe a dozen senior citizens on Sunday mornings. And the girl who talked? She walked away from all us "hypocrites."

The blind acceptance of sin devastaed a girl's emotional and spiritual well-being. I'm not assuming this; this is something she and I talked about as she was packing her bags, leaving our college campus to start anew where people wouldn't know everything that happened with her and this minister. On top of everything - now that the sin had been exposed - the sinner-hating fundamentalists in our community jumped in and started chastizing her, too.

Wounded from both sides: The unforgiving mob of Pharisee-types and the sin-condoning leaders of a church that led her out of sin then right back into it.

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Therein lies the struggle. On the one hand, I never want to fall into the legalist, self-righteous way of thinking that has dominated churches in America for a long time. In these churches, the gospel is reduced to a system of rules that govern everything from our sexual practices to the clothes we wear to church, binding us to law instead of freeing us from sin. On the other hand, I don't want to fall into the trap of excusing sin. Well, it's a good feeling to not be condemned by your peers when you fall down. I admit that. But does that make it okay to fall down without repentance? I don't want to the gospel to be reduced to a huggy, "the only sin is not to love," hippie philosophy that breeds half-hearted believers who have rewritten Scripture to accommodate rather than liberate.

Yes, we need to know how to speak of sin in a world that cringes at the very religiosity of the word. Yes, we need to acknowledge and rectify the abuse churches have caused in the name of "dealing with sin" in a shameful way that's hurt many more than it's healed. Yes, we need to emphasize grace, love, forgiveness, etc., where they've been downplayed in the past. Yes, we need to crawl out of our judgmental circles and engage the culture on its level, daring to meet, greet, and make friends with those who do not yet know Christ. Yes to all of this. The message of the cross is indeed one of love, BUT... ("Um, how can you put a "but" on Christ's love?" you say?) Because Christ's love comes at GREAT cost - the death of Christ on a cross, atoning for our sins. Sin - and what Christ had to do to rid us of it - ought to grieve me. Sin causes God sorrow. If Christ had to die to save me from it, why flirt with it?

If sin is so serious that Jesus had to die for it, then I ought to take it seriously, too. Not because I need to earn my way into heaven or earn favor from God or other Christians, but because I don't want to allow things into my life that Jesus died to free me from. Because I want to respond to that kind of love He showed me.

That said, I'm a sinner. I always have been, I always will be. Not because I want to be, but because I am what I am - a person. So life, for me, is a struggle to let Christ rule in my life instead of my own human nature.

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How do I sum this all up? I dont' know. Too many random thoughts bouncing around in my head, so I'll end with this:

The church is the bride of Christ. We ought to remain faithful to Christ. We don't need to whore ourselves out to our own desires or messed up ways of thinking. I don't mean not having an open mind or arrogantly assuming you can ever have every facet of our walk with Christ figured out. But too often, instead of walking a path of holiness as the bride of Christ, we're instead sitting alone in our personal 'closets' committing spiritual masturbation as we'd rather follow our own self-gratifying paths than truly remain faithful to him. Seriously, imagine being married to the most beautiful person in the world, but opting to self-gratify rather than spend intimate time with that person... How weird and stupid would that be? Or worse...we commit some kind of weird spiritual threesome where we try to merge our own philosophies/ideas/sins into our spiritual marriage bed, so to speak. Put that image in your pipe and smoke it.

Think that's too harsh? Too over the top? Think about it: How many people do you know who compromise something? How many people try to claim Christ and salvation but don't give a crap about how they live their own lives? Or at least 'excuse' some aspects of it?

No wonder hypocrisy creates so much atheism in our world. If we can't walk what we believe, we send a message that our God is impotent, and time is spent better elsewhere.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

When life runs amok...

I've been doing some soul-searching lately. Okay, maybe that's not the best way to grab your attention so you keep reading. I'll be lucky to get through this sentence before your index finger clicks the "back" button on the toolbar above (that is, only if anyone out there still reads this). But still... cut me some slack. Heh.

A lot's happened over the past few months. Some of it has been wonderful and uplifting. Some of it has been as painful and long-lasting as removing each of the hairs on your leg one-by-one with tweezers (not that I've ever tried that myself...but just the thought of such a thing makes me cringe). And amidst all this, I've been just hanging on for the ride. Watching. Waiting to see what will happen next. Wondering how things will all work...in my life, the life of my church, my friendships. Like overlapping circles...life, church, friendships, work, etc. All different aspects of my life, but all connected...

And I've got to start with the circle labeled "ME." The past couple of days I've been moderately depressed. I'm wrestling with how recent events have affected me personally. I'm wrestling with medium-sized problems like financial struggle to large-size problems like little sinful habits popping up here and there that need to be dealt with. But in dealing with any of this, I don't want to drop into a "victim mentality" where I never play a role in everything that happens. Sure, I've been stressed. Sure, I've been dealing with a lot lately. But I'm still responsible for my own behavior - things I SAY. Things I DO. No matter what's going on around me, I'm still accountable for these things that I can control. I can't chalk it up to depression or the way the world's spinning around me. In the end, how I respond to and deal with the tough things in life should reveal a godly character, not one that succumbs to laziness and sinful 'eruptions' that accompany things like anger and depression.

I don't want to defend it. I don't want to excuse it. I want it gone before it takes me down a path of increasing sin and the baggage that comes with it. But that's mostly up to me. Too often I think we sit on our collective rear-ends watching/waiting for something or someone (God) to drop out of the sky, give us a spiritual back massage, help us to our feet, and give us the "Buddy Christ" wink and thumbs-up that will re-invigorate us back into a life of joy and commitment to him. And though I know he could do that if he chose, I think much more often he's standing by us...silently waiting for us to get off our own butt under our own power and taking responsibility for our own actions. Not helping us up, but letting us fall down - hard - so we hopefully will see the folly of our sin and never dance near it again.

When I sin, it's not your fault. It's not God's. It's not my circumstances. Admittedly, circumstances might increase the temptations in our lives, but - in the end - I either choose to sin or don't. And the choices I make infiltrate my whole life-story. The more I choose to sin, the more it infiltrates my life. The more excusable it becomes. The less it looks like sin, simply because I've made it a part of my character...it becomes comfortable. Personally acceptable. Culturally acceptable according to the standards of the world around me. How could it still be called sin if everyone's sinning and getting along just fine?

Then if someone dares approach me and tell me I'm wrong, it feels like they're tearing off a piece of flesh or something because I've "grafted" sin into my life. So I resist. I blame you for being legalistic and not understanding me or having enough patience with me. I blame you for being stuck in 'old ways' and not realizing that some Scriptural guidelines simply do not apply in our 21st century world. "Sin" in the Bible is reduced to nothing but an old-school "churchy" word rather than a real problem in my life. Instead, I hide behind the Scriptures I enjoy about things like "loving others" and words like "joy, peace, worship, etc." I casually ignore the real implications of sin in my life and protect it because it's either not a "big" sin or it's simply seems irrelevant if I'm still committed to God in other areas of my life. Besides, you sin, too. Who are you to tell me I sin if you have sin in your life? Look at YOU, not ME!

And before I even realize it's happened, my faith has become more and more empty. More and more unfulfilling. And I begin to doubt everything I believe. I've complicated everything. Now, to remove a sin - big or small - feels like surgery. I try to cling to principles of forgiveness and statements like "let he who is without sin cast the first stone" in every effort I can to get the spotlight off of my own life and on to you or anyone else that's sinning so I don't have to deal with ME.

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That's the road I don't want to go down. I've been down it in years past, especially when disconnected from a church or at least a good circle of godly friends. And in those times, I've blamed sin on not having a good circle of friends who hold me accountable, but there again is that "victim" mentality that writes off my sin as a product of cirumstance as if to say, "I couldn't help it."

Maybe I cannot help a lot of things. I can't control everything about my job, my church, financial surprises, or even my family schedule. Heck, I may not even be able to control my own sinful nature at all (or we wouldn't need the gospel in the first place). But I still do everything I can to hate my sin and move away from it instead of embracing it and excusing it.

I don't want to ever feel so consumed by my life (again) that I wallow in depression and allow sins to creep in. I want to be a better man than that.

"Godly sorrow brings repentance that leads to salvation and leaves no regret, but worldly sorrow brings death." - 2 Cor. 7:10.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Getting ready...

I hate waking up early on days that already promise to be long days. I'd planned on waking up at 8:00 this morning, but alas... At 7:00, some "intestinal" promptings forced me out of bed...so here I am.

Today is the day of our church's annual "Pig Out" on the Elk River. Though it sounds like a bunch of rednecks getting together to slaughter some poor animal, it's really just a great time spent with friends...eating ribs, water skiing, listening to music...that sort of thing. No banjos or overalls w'out shirts involved.

I'm supposed to head up there with the setup team at 10:30, and I'll be setting up the sound system. But before I can even do all that, I have to get my kids/myself ready, which, surprisingly, has turned into a long "to-do" list of things I can't forget, since the lake is a full 45 minutes away (and 20 away from anything more than a convenience store).

Oh, well...last year was a blast. This year, it won't be 100+ degrees, either, so it should be even more fun.

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This week was pretty fun overall. Oddly enough, band practice Thursday night was almost an adventure when the A/C malfunctioned in the church building and the room suddenly smelled like fish (literally). Brent remarked it smelled exactly like Captain D's. After a few more minutes (and a distressing strengthening of the odor), everything smelled more like antifreeze. It's hard to concentrate on rehearsal when that happens. That and the random "Exit" sign over one of the doors which suddenly decided to illuminate for the first time in 3 years. Weird.

Went to Ruby Tuesday's afterwards. When the waitress was taking our orders, Brent, who refers to himself as a caveman because of his 'scruffy' appearance and long hair, casually stated, "I'll have the roast duck with the mango salsa." Without missing a beat, the waitress replied, "No thanks, I don't have much of an appetite." (If you don't know the significant humor in this conversation, you need to see the Geico caveman commercials). In any event, it made for a riotously funny moment (especially as Jonathan's old age kicked in and started laughing a full 5 seconds after the line was uttered.

Of course, maybe you had to be there... Heh.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

Back

I've gotten away from blogging regularly. Maybe I'm just too busy. Maybe I got sick of saying all the "look at me" things about my life. Maybe a lot of things...

But for the two or three of you out there who read this to keep up with my life, here's the latest:

- Got our Mazda back from the shop on Friday a week ago. All is well. Warranty work is a headache, but at least not a financial one.

- Got our TV back from the shop yesterday. Woohoo! Couch potato status resuming.

- Gotten back into playing some PC games while my TV was out (thus my XBOX360 was not useful). Played through Half-Life: Episode One and Sin: Episodes: Emergence. Whee! Everything's episodic now. My 3-year old PC still runs these games okay, so I cannot complain. But Stacey can ;-). I think she still hates it when I disappear to play a level or two.

Okay, if that's the most exciting things going on in my life right now, then I need to get out more or something.

Church is returning to a state of relative normalcy, in spite of goofy schedules this month for everyone. Spent last Saturday at Spooner's with all the prospective guitarists/bass players just learning some riffs. Hopefully they'll be able to take the stage either on Sunday mornings or Sunday nights in the youth band. After some guitar playing, we grilled out. Mmm... Music, burgers, and friends... Good stuff.

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I still want to get back to writing on a more serious note. I've stayed away from blogging about serious things (theology, philosophy, Christianity, blah, blah) mainly because I don't want to fall into the trap of not communicating well or simply writing as a knee-jerk reaction to present circumstances. If I choose to write, I want it to matter, be insightful, and spur dialogue. Unfortunately, I tend to want to write about current circumstances that are still developing, and that's not good for anybody, since I could inadvertantly to more harm than good in blogging about developing things.

Still, a lot's happened over the past few months in my life, the life of my church, and in my world...so I'd like to reflect on them. But I'll proably be responsible and write, re-read, revise, rinse, repeat long before I hit that ever-so-tempting "Publish" button.

Anyway, the pillow is calling my name. Does that make me sleepy or a psycho for having a talking pillow?

Heh.