A couple of days ago I got to visit, in person, with a friend I made two years ago while I was working in the Dominican Republic. He and a buddy of his came down for a month or so right after graduating from med school and just before beginning their residencies. They interned with Students International during our Spring Team season and were incredibly refreshing company for both my roommate Amy and I. I was really sad when they left, but managed to keep in touch with one of them, Ryan, via facebook over the last couple of years. Ryan was just in Denver for 24 hours and squeezed me into his schedule and for this I am incredibly thankful. We wasted no time in catching up and just generally talked non-stop for the two hours we had. He joined the Navy just out of med school and is now working for the Marines as a doctor. He used military language that I am unfamiliar with, but basically he is over an 850 person corps. He is stationed in Okinawa, spent time in Korea and is about to head over to Afghanistan for 7 months before returning to Japan. Among the many exciting and wonderful things we talked about, I asked him what books he was reading. His response was: INSIDE THE REVOLUTION by Joel Rosenburg. I hadn't heard of it. Ryan explained it well, but I'm not going to try and give a summary on a book I haven't read, so here's one I copied off the author's website (www.joelrosenburg.com):
INSIDE THE REVOLUTION
Inside the Revolution takes you inside the winner-take-all battle for the hearts, minds and souls of the people of the Middle East. It includes never-before-seen profiles of the Radicals, the Reformers, and the Revivalists. It explains the implications of each movement and the importance of each leader – not only through the lenses of politics and economics but through the third lens of Scripture as well. Today, wars and revolutions define the modern Middle East, and many believe the worst is yet to come.
The one thing Ryan shared was how Rosenburg addresses very strongly that the war in the Middle East is not only a political war, it's a spiritual war-- a war that was started way back when Ishmael was born to Abraham. Although most Jews and Muslims understand this, and some Christians understand it, it re-ignited the understanding within me when I heard Ryan recount, "The problem is that America is going in to fight a battle, but it's the wrong battle. The Muslims know what the battle is really about." Wow. That shook me for some reason. It shook me because I know in my core that it's true. Unless we are dealing with the true Enemy, we fight in vain. Lives are lost for no purpose. Time, money, power... all of these are wasted in the process of trying to eradicate a physical enemy and trying to bring political reform to a spiritual issue. "For we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this age, against spiritual hosts of wickedness in the heavenly places. " Ephesians 6:12 As Ryan talked, I felt my spiritual eyes open up and I was able to see all of our troops as spiritual workers and I felt a surge to really be praying at a deeper, yet higher level. My prayer for Ryan, and this is what I spoke to him, is that his spiritual eyes would be opened while he is over in Afghanistan and that God would train him in how to stand and advance within the spiritual battle that is raging over there.
I get so overwhelmed sometimes by all of the prayer needs out there and easily lose my fervor. This week, God corrected me by bringing this Scripture to mind: "The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much" James 5:16
How is prayer effective? When we pray according to God's will. How do we know God's will? It is clearly stated in many ways throughout Scripture. I have read various books by spiritual teachers I very much respect who often suggest praying only Scripture and asking God to fulfill his promises, His will. We don't need to invent anything in prayer. We don't need to come up with things we think God should do. It's all laid out for us in His Word. Well, how do I know if my prayer is fervent enough? I think we know the difference between praying with conviction, faith and passion and praying out of obligation. I have seen mountains move when I have prayed from a place of desperation and groaning. And, a righteous man, person, is simply someone who is in Christ, the only Righteous One. God calls us righteous who have received the blood sacrifice of Christ as our payment to God for our sin. God hears me and responds because I am Christ's. Does God not hear the cries of everyone? Certainly He does. God searches the hearts and answers prayers of those who do not even know Him, yet, because they are sincerely crying out for help and because He wants all people to come to Him. But those of us who have received the redemption of Christ's blood have a place of partnership with God in prayer. God answers prayers of humanity; God MOVES on the prayers of the righteous.
I have been re-encouraged in the place of prayer after talking with Ryan. I am writing to stir that same fervent desire in the bosom of you who are reading this-- whether you know you have a personal relationship with Christ and the Father or whether you just believe that there is a God and He loves you. If you are one who believes in God, but doesn't get the whole Jesus thing, I invite you to ask. There is a position for you in God's Kingdom that you don't even know about yet that is better than living where you are and still wondering. I asked and made the choice 9 years ago. The difference is like night and day.
Let's pray my friends!
Friday, April 23, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Perplexingness
I am in a state of perplexion that I think I am finally coming to peace with, if one can be at peace with things that are not so cut-and-dried. Perhaps many of you out there are completely comfortable with ambiguity. I know some that thrive in undefined territory, but I have never been one of those people. I still don't like it, but I am learning to accept it.
I am going to a new church.
This has been perplexing to me.
After spending 3 months at Church in the City, a church that I believed God had designed just for me, I realized that I was insanely bored and was having an impossible time making friends. And it wasn't for lack of trying. I have no problem asking people if they want to hang out or what have you, but although I was surrounded by all kinds of different people, it did not include anyone in my peer group. In the past, this has not been important for me, but after spending 2 years in the DR with people my age I realized how needful I really am. So, without any fanfare or goodbyes, I silently left the Messianic-Hispanic-Inner City church and moved on.
The first church I visited was one that is well-known to the underground of Denver. It is held in an old artist's house-- all the walls are painted crazy colors and there is a huge mural of a skull on the wall. People are milling about outside smoking cigarettes, waiting for the service to start. Inside, I would like to say I found all walks of life, but mostly it's the young, white, dred-locked, tatooed and pierced crowd ( I have both tatoos and piercings, so don't get the idea that I'm uppity about this). The church boldly proclaims that their mission is to reach the outcasts of society. My overwhelming sense of the whole night was that they have made themselves a comfy place for people to come hang out, but I didn't see much evidence of transformed lives. I understand that we are all at different stages in our walks with God, but I had to wonder after hearing the pastor use a cuss word 3 times in a 6 minute period, if they were really reaching anyone with the gospel message. When we look like the world, why should the world want to change? I ask that God move in that church and that His Spirit be present, bringing abundant blessing, but it isn't for me.
So, after much thinking (prayer?) I decided to check out a church I had found online when I was researching churches back in October, when I was still in the 'if' stages about coming to Denver. I was drawn to this church's website because it was intelligent, informative, straightforward and obviously made up of college and career-aged folk. It is non-denominational, but founded in Reformist theology. I have not done all my homework regarding the Reformation and all it entails, but I do know that I have not always seen eye-to-eye with some of their doctrine. Which is why I was surprised I was interested in going. Which is why I resisted going. Which is why I'm surprised I'm going now and, so far, am loving it. This is where the perplexion, perplexity, perplexicacity comes in. For the last 4 Sundays, I have heard the meatiest, most solid preaching I have heard since I was at IHOP. I feel like I get to meet Jesus all over again, in deeper ways. This pastor can hold my attention the entire time he's talking and if you were to sit and have lunch with me, I'd be able to recount to you every sermon of his I've heard from start to finish. It's that good. Also, they offer communion EVERY WEEK!!! After going to churches that seem to want to forget about this holy sacrament (save the Cambria Vineyard that at least does it once a month), I am like the deer that pants for the water in a dry and weary land. I can't get enough. I have been so hungry and thirsty for the Word and for communion!! I had no idea!! Jesus meets with me every week and I just cry. I am also surrounded by a bunch of young adults who I have little in common with, but who all love Jesus and who strive to be disciples. After my first Sunday there, I decided to jump into their pre-service, 8 week 'Gospel class' just so I could meet people. This sweet little group had an Easter lunch at one of their homes and I went. Three newly graduated Engineering students, one girl getting her degree in Physical Therapy and me. It felt so random and it was.
I guess my biggest 'struggle' is that I don't feel like I fit into any kind of church community-- at least not one that I have found here. I feel mostly myself and most comfortable when I'm hanging out with the people I've met at the ice rink. None of them are Christians and yet I'd rather hang out with them all week. It's not like I'm ashamed of my love affair with Jesus, it's just that it seems that people who don't know what it's like to have a love affair with Jesus just accept me as I am, whereas the people I'm meeting who want to walk with Jesus and be like him totally don't get me.
I think Jesus felt this tension.
People who know they are sinners and aren't trying to hide that fact are attractive. They are real and fun to hang out with. Jesus hung out with all kinds of people. But, he didn't just hang out. He brought them the gospel message, too. He healed them, loved them, preached to them. So, even though he enjoyed his time with them, He wanted them to be transformed by His love. This is how I feel with all of my ice skating friends and people I meet at work. I accept them as they are, but I don't want them to stay that way. I want them to encounter God's healing love. Jesus also loved hanging out with His disciples and He really wanted them to 'get' Him, but most of the time, they didn't. He expressed both frustration and loneliness over this.
I don't know. Something has changed in me since I've moved to Denver. I want to be able to make sense of it all, but I can't. Can you? Can someone tell me what's going on? Haha.
www.fellowshipdenver.org
Good preaching.
I am going to a new church.
This has been perplexing to me.
After spending 3 months at Church in the City, a church that I believed God had designed just for me, I realized that I was insanely bored and was having an impossible time making friends. And it wasn't for lack of trying. I have no problem asking people if they want to hang out or what have you, but although I was surrounded by all kinds of different people, it did not include anyone in my peer group. In the past, this has not been important for me, but after spending 2 years in the DR with people my age I realized how needful I really am. So, without any fanfare or goodbyes, I silently left the Messianic-Hispanic-Inner City church and moved on.
The first church I visited was one that is well-known to the underground of Denver. It is held in an old artist's house-- all the walls are painted crazy colors and there is a huge mural of a skull on the wall. People are milling about outside smoking cigarettes, waiting for the service to start. Inside, I would like to say I found all walks of life, but mostly it's the young, white, dred-locked, tatooed and pierced crowd ( I have both tatoos and piercings, so don't get the idea that I'm uppity about this). The church boldly proclaims that their mission is to reach the outcasts of society. My overwhelming sense of the whole night was that they have made themselves a comfy place for people to come hang out, but I didn't see much evidence of transformed lives. I understand that we are all at different stages in our walks with God, but I had to wonder after hearing the pastor use a cuss word 3 times in a 6 minute period, if they were really reaching anyone with the gospel message. When we look like the world, why should the world want to change? I ask that God move in that church and that His Spirit be present, bringing abundant blessing, but it isn't for me.
So, after much thinking (prayer?) I decided to check out a church I had found online when I was researching churches back in October, when I was still in the 'if' stages about coming to Denver. I was drawn to this church's website because it was intelligent, informative, straightforward and obviously made up of college and career-aged folk. It is non-denominational, but founded in Reformist theology. I have not done all my homework regarding the Reformation and all it entails, but I do know that I have not always seen eye-to-eye with some of their doctrine. Which is why I was surprised I was interested in going. Which is why I resisted going. Which is why I'm surprised I'm going now and, so far, am loving it. This is where the perplexion, perplexity, perplexicacity comes in. For the last 4 Sundays, I have heard the meatiest, most solid preaching I have heard since I was at IHOP. I feel like I get to meet Jesus all over again, in deeper ways. This pastor can hold my attention the entire time he's talking and if you were to sit and have lunch with me, I'd be able to recount to you every sermon of his I've heard from start to finish. It's that good. Also, they offer communion EVERY WEEK!!! After going to churches that seem to want to forget about this holy sacrament (save the Cambria Vineyard that at least does it once a month), I am like the deer that pants for the water in a dry and weary land. I can't get enough. I have been so hungry and thirsty for the Word and for communion!! I had no idea!! Jesus meets with me every week and I just cry. I am also surrounded by a bunch of young adults who I have little in common with, but who all love Jesus and who strive to be disciples. After my first Sunday there, I decided to jump into their pre-service, 8 week 'Gospel class' just so I could meet people. This sweet little group had an Easter lunch at one of their homes and I went. Three newly graduated Engineering students, one girl getting her degree in Physical Therapy and me. It felt so random and it was.
I guess my biggest 'struggle' is that I don't feel like I fit into any kind of church community-- at least not one that I have found here. I feel mostly myself and most comfortable when I'm hanging out with the people I've met at the ice rink. None of them are Christians and yet I'd rather hang out with them all week. It's not like I'm ashamed of my love affair with Jesus, it's just that it seems that people who don't know what it's like to have a love affair with Jesus just accept me as I am, whereas the people I'm meeting who want to walk with Jesus and be like him totally don't get me.
I think Jesus felt this tension.
People who know they are sinners and aren't trying to hide that fact are attractive. They are real and fun to hang out with. Jesus hung out with all kinds of people. But, he didn't just hang out. He brought them the gospel message, too. He healed them, loved them, preached to them. So, even though he enjoyed his time with them, He wanted them to be transformed by His love. This is how I feel with all of my ice skating friends and people I meet at work. I accept them as they are, but I don't want them to stay that way. I want them to encounter God's healing love. Jesus also loved hanging out with His disciples and He really wanted them to 'get' Him, but most of the time, they didn't. He expressed both frustration and loneliness over this.
I don't know. Something has changed in me since I've moved to Denver. I want to be able to make sense of it all, but I can't. Can you? Can someone tell me what's going on? Haha.
www.fellowshipdenver.org
Good preaching.
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