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There’s one somewhere inside here…

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

And by that I mean a blog post.  It’s been a little while since I wrote down my thoughts.  I’ve had plenty of thoughts in the last couple of months, but I don’t think I am able to publicize them yet.  (This statement assumes that anyone besides Michelle and my mom read these things.)  So let’s see if I can squeeze out something to cause a new entry on people’s RSS feeds.

I need some music on, be right back.

Ahhhh, Hillsong: All of the Above.  Good choice.

So here’s a brief and vague summary of what has been going on in my life lately.  I’ve been facing some “difficult” challenges in regards to how I serve God.  I’ve tasted what true devotion to God is like, and it is good.  I’ve been challenged in my mind and heart to be completely sold out and dead to myself.  Alive to God and NOTHING else!  And I look at life in this place I am in and I wonder if it is possible to be fully in service to Him here.

First thought, the Great Commission commands each of us to go “into all the world”.  But many, well most Christians have interpreted that as staying home where it is comfortable.  “Hey, the bible says Jerusalem, Judea, and Samaria.  So I’m staying right here in my Jerusalem until it is reached.”  That’s a pretty common thought, right?  (I’m not saying this is wrong, maybe a little skewed though since the disciples were foreigners from Galilee in Jerusalem.  So even THEY had left their own culture).

But what I truly have been challenged is the idea that we have all been called to be involved in missions and so many choose to stay home.  So if I am completely willing to leave, is it possible that God would rather have me stay home?  I mean, how many are out there in Christendom that are actually willing to go?  The ones who want to go, should just go, right?

Is it possible that God is saying “I’m glad you want to go, Ryan, and it’s been noted on your file.  But you’re to stay home in Canada.”?  Is that possible?  I guess, since He is Almighty and all.  It just doesn’t seem likely to me.

And so I struggle on what our next step is.

Second thought.  I’ve agreed to join the leadership team for our church’s Contemporary Campus.  This is essentially a brand new church plant being formed out of the current established body and building.  In fact, it will look, meet and worship in pretty much the same way that our current assembly does.  But our goal is to establish a couple of new mindsets within the membership:

1. Church is not an event that you go to on Sunday morning.  It is not the one time in the week you set aside to worship God.  It is not the only “feeding” you get.  Worship is not to make us feel good.  In fact, there is nothing about church that is about you.  God and the lost are our priorities.  Worshipping God 24/7  because He is worthy is our goal.  Showing the world that God is real and worthy of worship is what we do.

2. The ministries of the church always need to be focused outward towards the lost.  We are not an establishment to serve ourselves and validate how “refreshing” a church service is.  Glorifying God by bringing the Gospel to those who have never heard it is our one and only ministry.  So every member of the congregation needs to have an active role in reaching out to the world.

2a. There are no seat filling ministries

3. The “old” way of doing church didn’t work.  Sure, some people got saved.  We got butts in seats.  But they stayed in those seats.  We need to get people to realize that we have a command from the Lord God Himself to reach the lost and the only way to accomplish this is to GET OUT OF THE BUILDING.  The lost see nothing in our church buildings, which is hurtful to think.  So it’s time to reimage what the church service is for and how it is just a part of the greater mission.

And so I wonder, how do I lead people to embracing these mandates?  Are there many people in our church today who will willingly accept these and kill everything in their lives that prevent them from fulfilling their purpose as Christians?

The parable of the fertile soil looms large here.  How many members of our churches, of “my” church are truly fertile soil?  When the instruction comes out to get to work and start finding the lost and telling them about Christ, will the growth inside of them wither and die?  Am I prepared to accept butts leaving seats and going someplace else more comfortable since we’d be left with the truly fertile ones?

How do we encourage, motivate or even flat out push people into this way of thinking?  Do I have the ability to be the leader that is needed for this endeavour?  Can I live up to the words I speak and write or will I be just one more big failure?

(Music break:  All I wanna do is worship You.  You are worthy, You are worthy Lord.  I will live for all my days to worship You.)

Ah, that puts it into perspective.  Thanks God.

I want to put so much more down here, but I can’t.  Privacy demands that I keep quiet on other topics until their proper time.  But I ask that you pray for Michelle and I as we seek the leadership of God moving forward.

Oh ya, next week we’re heading back down to Tlaxiaco for a little R&R&E&DC&BWG.  That’s Rest and Relaxation and Eating and Drinking Coke and Being With God.  We’re looking forward to celebrating the graduation of this year’s MTS class and assisting the Farr’s and Windham’s in cleaning up and getting ready to move to Houston to start the MTS there in the fall.  Interested in more?  www.globalfrontiermissions.org is a great place to start.

Wow, 1028 words of babbling.  Not bad, not bad at all.  And there’s a good chance of stuff flowing out of me once we’re in Mexico next week!

I meant words, not something related to how many tamales I am going to eat.

/RD

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The poker playing God

Tuesday, January 19th, 2010

I’ve been putting a lot of thinking into the decision making process lately.  And the overall process a Christian faces when learning how to give up all their rights and submit to God’s total authority in their life.  Not fun.  But SO worth it.

And I’ve been losing at poker lately.  And not my typical making it to the final two and losing.  This is all out, first hour, never saw a card over a 2 losing.  It sucks.  I am not a good loser.

(which is different than being a total loser, because we all know I am that!)

So of course, I’ve started to look at God as a poker player.  And the process of discerning what to do in a major decision as a poker game.  A heads up game: me versus God.  Both of us want to win, but only one can.

(queue inspirational music….now)

When you play poker, typically you are faced with trying to figure out if your hand is any good.  And if it is any better than the other guy’s.  You base this decision on how people bet, on what cards are coming on the flop, turn and river and by any “tells” that the other player has.

(I’m assuming everyone knows poker lingo.  I apologize if you don’t.  Google it.)

But how does God play His hand?  Let’s see if I can make some sense of this.

I’m holding two cards, God has two as well.  We both think we have a chance so we both call the blinds.  The flop comes down.

And it’s not bad.  I maybe hit a middle pair, nothing fantastic.  But it definitely has a chance.  My plans for my life are looking good!  I maybe bet a small amount.  God calls, or maybe raises a little.  Almost asking me, “Are you willing to keep believing your cards are better than mine?”  I’ll call that, it isn’t costing me too much.  I may even try to push back with my own raise as if to say “Please, my hand is easily better than yours.  You should respect what I’m doing here.” If I just play this properly, I will come out on top!

Then the turn card comes.

Uh oh, that’s not a card we wanted.  Now our hand isn’t looking so good.  But we’re committed here.  So I bet a little more, trying to impress on God that my plans are going just fine and He won’t be able to beat me here.  But he calls, or maybe even raises a little more.  Nothing big, just enough to not scare me away.  I may even start to think I’ve got him scared.  Silly me.

This is God slow playing.  I like to do it when I have a fantastic hand, but I don’t want to let on it is so good.  I know I’m going to get paid, but I want the other player to think he’s doing better than he really is.  This way, I make more money.

(God is really good at slow playing.  REALLY good.)

Meanwhile, I’m starting to look at Him for “tells”.  Those things that He may do to give away just how good a hand is.  Is He blinking, stamping His foot, unwilling to make eye contact? I need to know if I am in deep trouble, because I’m starting to think I am!

(God doesn’t have any tells.  Darn it.)

But I’m not going to fold.  I’m committed.  It could also be pride or stubbornness, but I’m not walking away from this hand.  If the river card could just go my way, then I’ll have it made!

And the river comes down.

And I know I am done for.  My hand is worthless, and I have bet a lot on it being worth something.  “But maybe He’s just as bad off as I am?” I think.  So I bet a little.  “This will scare Him off.”

Nope, God just bet it all.  He went “all in”.  Daring me to call Him and perhaps lose everything I have or fold and lose the amount I’ve already committed.  And it is a lot at this point.

This is the point in decision making and seeking the will of God where many of us fold.  Are we truly willing to give up all of our desires and plans?  Literally to die to ourselves and live however God wants?  Folding sure is easier; because then we don’t lose everything we have.  Just most of it.

Can you call the bet facing an almost certain loss?  God is daring you to push in your possessions, your family, your desires, EVERYTHING to match His bet.

You decide to call.  You have to see what His hand is because it must be amazing.

And this is where the poker metaphor kind of loses itself.  Because of course, God is going to win here.  And if it truly was a poker game you would lose and walk away empty handed and dejected.  You would see His cards, throw yours down and leave the table.  (I’ve done that a lot in poker games.)

But in this game you see His cards, muck yours and CELEBRATE!

Huh?

It gets better.  When it comes time to hand out the prize money, you are awarded the prize.  Somehow in this game the one who willingly puts all they have on the table facing a certain loss walks away the champion.  Richer than they could ever imagine.

This is the way I’m seeing our future.  I suspect we’re somewhere between seeing the turn card and before getting the river.  My plans are rapidly falling apart and I know God has a much better hand than mine.  But I have to keep going in this game; just to see what He has.

So when the river cards comes and God goes all in I pray that I won’t be too afraid to call.

Besides, I’m driven to follow the example of Christ.  Jesus was challenged the same way when God called Him to the cross for my sins.  God pushed all in and Christ called that bet willingly, lost the hand and changed the world and my life forever!

Praise the Lord I’m glad He did.

/RD

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What are You waiting for?

Thursday, December 3rd, 2009

There’s a part in the movie “The Incredibles” where Mr Incredible sees a little kid staring at him.  So he asks the kid “What are you waiting for?”  The kid answers back,

“I don’t know, something Incredible!”

I think I can understand that thought.

I’ve found myself becoming increasingly unsatisfied with what my life looks like at the moment.  I can’t say there is anything in particular, it’s just the lack of…something.

Something.  But what?

I wish I knew what it is.  It could be a lack of excitement, it could be a dislike of the daily grind and all it’s “joys” (ugh, transit), or it could just be winter.  Winter is really making me angry this year.  I’ve always thought that the cold weather and snow is what made Canadians more manly than Americans; but after spending a year out of it?  I don’t care.  I am totally willing to give up frost bite, blizzards and frozen vehicles.  Yup, I am ready to leave the snow behind.

But anyways.  Back to the main idea!

A few months back we made a choice about out future and how we would be serving God at this time.  We were confident that we had followed His leading and direction.  But now, I don’t know.  I’m pretty sure I know, but there is a slight chance some doubt is creeping in.

I wonder if these feelings are God’s way of getting us ready for a change.  Or perhaps it is a spiritual attack to keep us from fully doing what we should be doing.  Or again, perhaps it is that stinkin cold weather.  Man, I wish I could figure it out.  But if a change is coming, I have to ask God:

“What are You waiting for?”

I’d sure love something big and amazing to happen.  Because I think I would be smart enough to figure out what to do afterward.  No guarantees of course!

In the meantime we keep slugging away.  Waiting for cool stuff.  Shouldn’t we see plenty of really cool stuff when we serve the Lord?  I think so.

[here's a question for you: If you believe in God, what is He capable of doing? Then if what He is capable of doing is not what you are seeing, why?]

[If you don't believe in God, pretend He exists and then ask the same question. ]

This has a good chance to be cool.  This weekend we are hosting a “celebracion de navidad” with our Latino house church/ bible study/small group.  Michelle is making a turkey and we’ve asked everyone else to bring something from their country.  We could have anywhere from us to 20 or more people.  We don’t know.  So we’re praying for lots of people.  And we’re praying for God to move.  The last thing we want is normal.

I’m so sick of normal.

Blow it up, God.  I’m ready.

What are You waiting for?

/RD

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What is my culture?

Wednesday, September 9th, 2009

I sure meant to write more this week.  I also meant to think more though, and I haven’t had time to do quality stuff.  The normal stuff was there of course:

“I hate working on windows”

“My knees hurt and I’m only 31!  50 is gonna suck.”

“Why won’t those kids realize that I would be perfectly happy if they showed how much they loved me by being quiet?”

“Wow, Michelle is still amazingly hot!”

“I hate working on windows”  (I’ve thought that one a lot this week.)

I can’t believe it’s already Wednesday.  I know it is because all the appointments on the calendar for Wednesday, September 9 (9.9.09 by the way) are happening.  The time goes fast when you’re busty.  I mean, busy.  I’m sure time flies when you’re the other, but I wouldn’t know.  Although I DID gain 10 pounds somewhere in the last 10 years.  Yup, I am rapidly approaching the 190 pound mark. That diet of Wendy’s and Coke is really hurting me.

Have I ever mentioned that I get distracted easily?

But I realize now that busy is the key term I’ve been going over this week.  It’s my vacation week, but I am busy.  We had friends over on Monday then worked on the house when they left.  Yesterday was appointments all morning and working all afternoon.  Today was working and appointments followed by soccer tonight.  Mix in making meals and sleeping and we find that we have 24.5 hours worth of things to do.  Imagine what it would be like if I was working?  Or when the kids are back into hockey, swimming or other activities?

And that’s the North American culture now, isn’t it?  What do we value here?  In no particular order and acknowledging that I will forget many things, this is what I can come up with in the next 10 seconds:

possessions (and getting more)

entertainment

control of our lives

self-sufficiency

resting

being busy

Those last two don’t really fit together, do they?  Which is why 96% of all sleep therapists and mothers tell us we’re not getting enough sleep!  (I just made that stat up, but I bet your mother will tell you you’re not getting enough sleep.  Mine always did.)

So here is what I see as the prototypical North American, at least Canadian or maybe even Central Albertan lifestyle.  You wake up exhausted, commute to work, work, commute home and then do a quick supper, kids/own sport/social activities and watch TV to “wind down”.  And the last three don’t necessarily occur in that order.

But look at what many missional church leaders say the typical early church life consisted of (see the first chapters of Acts):

Meeting together

Eating together

Sharing the Word

Sharing burdens

Sharing everything with those in need

That’s a lot of sharing.  And does it seem busy?  Rushed?  Alone?  Michelle and I blame it on the cold weather here, but we don’t typically ever see other people in a social basis.  Not even our neighbours!  Why?  Because people go from their warm house, to their warm car in the garage to their work then eventually back home to their warm garage and warm home.  And they don’t come out.

So then how do you ever talk to people?

Living missionally consists of living/showing/ bringing the Gospel of Christ into the culture of those that don’t have it.  It’s really easy to think of it in a international missions sense.  Because we say that any missionary to another culture needs to take on the appearance of that culture in order that they, and their message of hope will be received.

But how does it work in your own culture?  In a warm culture climate (think Mexico or other warm places), the people value community.  They value getting together and eating meals, they want to help out their neighbours and just be social.  Sound familiar?  It should, it sounds like the early Christian church.  So it appears to be quite easy to introduce the Gospel into this context.  (Ignoring of course spiritual warfare aspects, but I know of a guy, or GOD who gives me the power to handle that stuff!)

But here, the culture values basically everything counter to the Gospel and how it teaches us to live with each other.  You want me to share my money or food or possessions?

“Tough luck, I won the social lottery and you didn’t. ”

“It was probably your fault anyways. ”

“If you really worked at it, you could have what I have.”

Or sharing my time?  I DON’T HAVE ANY TIME to share with others.  I barely have enough to take care of myself and also my family.

So to live missionally, I need to put myself into the culture of those that I am trying to reach.  But what do you do when the culture of those that you are trying to reach values the exact opposite of the message you are trying to tell them?  How is that appealing?

And this is my current problem.  What can I do here, in my own town that fits within the culture but also is counter-cultural?  How do I live acceptably within a materialistic, “anything but God and Jesus and Christianity” culture and still maintain my values that there is nothing greater than the Lord and worshiping Him?

Shop, but not too much? House, but not too big?  Car, but not too expensive?  Extra activities, but not too many?  Where is the balance point?

And I haven’t even begun to think about the problem of being too busy with activities to pray effectively and study the Word of God.

/RD

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Good bye past

Sunday, September 6th, 2009

I’ve been struggling the past couple of weeks on who I am here, how to deal with what I’ve become, how to implement dreams and visions that I have and how to push past the spiritual warfare that tries to keep me from those same dreams and visions.

The biggest idea I tend to ruminate over (big word alert!) is how much I enjoyed Mexico.  I loved Mexico.  I loved what I became there.  I loved my friends.  I loved the food.  I loved the culture.  And being back in Airdrie many of my conversations and interactions tend to centre on Mexico.

And that isn’t bad.  It is part of the re-entry process.  But I think I finally reached an important point today in church.  (Yes Ro, corporate church can serve a purpose when approached properly  :-)     )

Mexico is done.  Like high school, working at Earl’s and changing diapers it is an era that has completed.  And like high school, Earl’s and diapers it served a purpose and was greatly enjoyable.  But you need to leave those eras in the past and embrace the now.

(We all know those people who graduated high school, but never left the attitudes and behaviours right?  I’m not one of them.  When I left high school I left RUNNING.)

I live in Airdrie.  I lived in Mexico once, but that was then.  Airdrie is now.  I connected deeply with the people in Mexico and still have some phenomenal friends down there but there are people in Airdrie that I can make those connections with.  And I need to.  They need it too.

And that is where the missional living comes in.  There’s a term that gets used a lot lately, eh?    But what does it mean?

I’ve reopened “Organic Church” by Neil Cole.  It was one of the first books we read at MTS last year and it started the process of pushing me over the edge.  The edge being satisfied with life and ministry, being pushed over it meaning I am no longer satisfied.

The main point of the book is that church should not be, and is not meeting once a week on Sunday morning.  Church is a descriptive term of a group (2 or more, sound familiar?) of people that meet together, eat together, share life together and push/pull/guide each other closer to God.  And they intentionally seek out others who aren’t in community and bring them in. That means we take the gospel to where there are people who need it.  Bars, strip clubs, low rent housing, jails, homeless shelters, foreign communities…

(note: I have no problem with Sunday morning church.  I love it.  But it does not come close to achieving the Great Commission so therefore we need to begin the differentiation of “going to church” and the “Church”.)

(I’m sorry, I’m a big fan of cliche’s and similar statements.  It’s just gonna happen)

The parable of the sower mentions the gospel being sown onto different types of ground; where do you think the most fertile soil is?  I’d have to say it is where all the shit is.  (I use the term as a noun, like fertilizer, so don’t be sending angry emails!)

Anyways, I need to sum this up.  I’m off work this week and chances are I will have lots of time to think while I strip caulking off of windows.  And when I think, I write.

So ya, Mexico is in the past.  I know we’ll still have plenty of conversations about what happened down there and there will be many people we talk to at church who only see us as “the family who went to Mexico”.  And that’s cool.  (Today someone saw me and said “welcome back!”  Which is funny since we’ve been back for three months.)

Talking about Mexico is a great way to start conversations about heading out into the dirt of the world and planting seeds!  I don’t what we’re doing yet, but I am praying to find out soon.  And chances are we won’t even figure out what’s going on until we’re knee deep in “fertilizer” and seeing God grab a hold of the people He sent His Son for.

I’ll keep you posted.  And hopefully challenged. Possibly offended, but please know I am just saying my thoughts.  I’m not trying to make anyone angry.  Usually.  :-)

/RD

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