caring too much

"No servant can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money.”
     The Pharisees, who were lovers of money, heard all these things, and they ridiculed him. And he said to them, “You are those who justify yourselves before men, but God knows your hearts." (Luke 16:13-15)

I don't know about you, but oftentimes I find that I care too much.  I know, I know, it sounds really strange, almost like an oxymoron.  I mean, how can you care too much, right?  But the fact is that you really can, and we often do.  At least I often do. 

I actually think that's what Jesus is saying right here in this conversation with the Pharisees.  They cared too much.  They cared too much about what people thought.  They cared too much about keeping up their image.  They cared too much about their position in society.  They cared too much about maintaining their reputations.  They cared too much about having influence and impact.  And, the truth be known, so do I.  You see, when we care too much--even about things that are good--it gives us a pretty good indication that what we really care about is ourselves, not the person (or thing) that is before us at any particular moment. Our care has subtly shifted from object to subject.

Caring too much is a warning sign that something within us has gone awry, that somehow our affections have become disordered.  Something has become way more important to us than it should be.  In this case, with Jesus and the Pharisees, he is calling their attention to their love of money, but there are so many other things that could be inserted into that blank and the statement would still be true.  Because when we care too much--even about those in our own families--the lines become blurred and we start demanding and expecting things from them that they simply cannot fully give us.  And things just go downhill from there.  As a matter of fact, anytime we become aware of a lack of margins or boundaries in our lives we should become suspicious that somehow we have begun to care too much, somehow our affections have become disordered.  For whenever something, or someone, occupies center stage in our hearts, then that is the thing (or the person) we are truly serving.  Whenever something, or someone, becomes our focal point, all else takes a back seat.  It is just the way we were made. 

only by prayer

A few months ago I was meeting a good friend for lunch at a local restaurant.  I was a few minutes early , so I decided to go the restroom and wash my hands before he arrived.  As I entered the men's room, I quickly realized that I was a part of a crowd who had apparently all had the same idea.  One of the men was the father of a toddler who couldn't have been more than three years old.  As I waited for the sink to open up, I watched as the father tried to help his young son navigate a world that was far bigger, and way taller, than the little guy could possibly manage.  Nonetheless, as the father tried to help his son through the rigors of a restroom that was made for grown men, the little boy continually insisted that he wanted to do everything by himself.  Yet the geography and the physics of the situation made that impossible.  He couldn't come close to reaching the top of the toilet seat, much to his dismay and annoyance.  Yet with each obstacle that was placed in his path he uttered the words, "By myself.  By myself."  When his father lifted him up on the toilet seat he uttered, "By Myself."  And then when the father picked him up so he could reach the sink he said, with more than a little frustration, "No, no, by myself.  By myself!"  And finally, even when they tried to open the door to leave the restroom, the little boy screamed, "By Myself!" even though he could not even budge the door on his own.  And as I watched this whole thing unfold before my eyes, I thought to myself, "I know that kid."  Then I had a realization, "Wait a minute.  I am that kid." 

Flashback to a fall day in 1984.  I had just gone on the Young Life staff in Charlotte, North Carolina and had found out that one of the two schools I would be working with was a small private school where they were hoping to start Young Life.  A few leaders were on the team and they had slowly begun going to the high school to befriend high school kids wherever and however they could.  So one of my very first days in Charlotte, thinking a lot more of myself and my abilities than I probably should have, I charged off to the school, totally planning to take it by storm once I arrived.  I got out of my car, went to the office, introduced myself to a few administrators, and headed off to the lunchroom; fully intending to have every kid in the school enamored and captivated in about an hour's time.  As I busted through the lunchroom door, I noticed that it was one of the smaller school cafeterias I had ever been in, holding roughly seventy-five kids.  And as the door opened, everyone in the room stopped and looked at me.  I totally froze.  Feeling their eyes burning into me, and needing to diffuse the awkwardness and tension as quickly as possible, I walked right through the lunchroom and out the back door into the courtyard.  What a disaster.  I thought about getting back in my car and leaving town immediately, driving all the way back to Knoxville where I was known and loved and forgetting about this whole Young Life staff thing forever.  But instead I sat down on a bench in the courtyard and tried to collect myself.  I turned to God, in humiliation and failure and fear, and cried out for him to be the one to do this ministry, and not me.  Finally, God had me where he wanted me.  A few minutes later, I slunk back in very quietly and tried to strike up a conversation with a few kids.  I actually only met one kid that day.  His name was Rick.  Needless to say I didn't take anything by storm.  It was actually the beginning of a long, humbling, wonderful process.  I did, however, happen to see Rick at the football game that Friday night and got to say hello to him.  When I did, he stopped in amazement and said, "You remembered my name.  I don't think anyone has ever remembered my name."  And so it had begun.  But first I'd had to learn some things the hard way.

In case you haven't noticed by now, I have a tendency to charge ahead, trying to do life and ministry on my own; or by myself , as the case may be.  The problem is that when I do that, it doesn't usually end up quite like I'd hoped it would, and even less, I'm sure, like God hoped it would.  It's usually not a pretty sight.  So, as much as I'd like to deny it, I am, indeed, that kid.  Glad to know that I'm not the only one.

The disciples did the same thing.  Just look in Mark 9:14-29.  Jesus had just come down from the Mount of Transfiguration with his three closest friends, while the rest of the disciples were trying to "minister" to the people down in the valley.  But it wasn't going too well.  And when Jesus and the other three disciples arrived they found themselves in the midst of a complete mess.  It was chaos.  A father had come, begging the disciples to heal his demon possessed son, but try as they might, the disciples just couldn't do it.  I guess that should've been lesson number one to them--apart from Jesus we, not one of us, can do it, whatever it may be.  It makes me wonder why I continually try; when doing life that way can only end up in frustration and failure.

"O faithless generation," Jesus replies.  "How long am I to bear with you.  Bring the boy to me."  Which becomes lesson number two.  Whenever we face anything that is beyond our capacity or capability--which, in all honesty, is just about everything--the answer is to simply bring it (or them) to Jesus.  The life of faith and ministry is not complicated, although we tend to make it that way more often than not.  Whoever, or whatever, it is, bring it to Jesus.  "Stop trying to do it by yourself.  Bring your friend, your issue, your wound, your obstacle, to me.  That's what true ministry is all about." 

Well, to make a long story short, Jesus healed the boy and gave him, both healed and whole, back to his father.  And after he did, the disciples came to him in private and asked' "Why could we not drive it out?"  And Jesus' answer is priceless: "This kind cannot be driven out by anything but prayer."  In other words, "You can't do it by yourself.  Why do you continually try?"  And can't you just see the disciples looking at each other in shock and embarrassment as they realize, "We didn't pray.  Why didn't we pray?"

Which leads me back to my own tendency to try and do things by myself.  And leads me to the very same question the disciples were asking themselves: "Why don't I pray?  I mean, really pray."  Where is prayer in my life and ministry?  And how can I embrace, and practice, prayer in a way that recognizes and nurtures my dependence of God?

Not to long after my little episode in the high school cafeteria in Charlotte, my Area Director gave me a training assignment.  He wanted me to visit another city and follow another Area Director around for a day and see what it looked like to do life and ministry.  He had even picked out the place and the person he wanted me to visit--Ken Schultz, who was in Johnson City, Tennessee at the time.  My Area Director said that Ken's Young Life club at Science Hill High School was one of the largest in the entire region, and he wanted me to find out why.  Sounded like a great assignment to me and I was really excited about it, so I made arrangements to spend a day with Ken and to go with him to his Young Life club that night. 

When I arrived in Johnson City, Ken greeted me warmly and gave me a little outline of the night ahead.  And as we jumped into his car and headed toward the place they had club he said to me, "Now I have to warn you about something before we get there.  We spend the first hour of our team meeting before club in prayer.  I don't care if the skit is not done, I don't care if the songs are not done, I don't even care if the talk is not done.  For that hour before club we pray."  And sure enough that's exactly what we did.  We arrived at the house and everyone was scurrying around in typical fashion, trying to get all of their ducks in a row for club.  But when Ken and I walked in, everything stopped, and for one hour we prayed.  Now I have to be really honest with you, up until that point in my life (I was probably around 24 at the time) I'm not sure I'd ever prayed for one continual hour without stopping.  But for a solid hour we prayed, and it was wonderful.  We prayed for kids, we prayed for families, we prayed for God's Spirit to be unleashed and move powerfully.  We prayed for hurts and pains and challenges and conflicts.  We prayed for the school and the administrators and the community and the church.  We prayed for God to show up and to heal and to save.  We prayed for everything.  And not long after we finished praying, hundreds of kids poured into the room for club.  It was a typical Young Life club.  It was even a good Young Life club.  But the one thing that made it what it was, was prayer.  It was prayer that made it the biggest Young Life club in the region.

A year later Ken actually moved to Charlotte and was my Area Director for the second year of my training.  Being as young and curious as I was, one day I just started asking him about the details of his life.  "What time do you get up in the morning?" I asked.  And when he told me, I was amazed that anyone could humanly get up that early and still function throughout the day.  So I asked him why he got up so early.  And, among other things, he told me it was because of prayer.  "With all of the things God has given me responsibility over each day, I dare not leave my house in the morning without having spent at least an hour in prayer."  And ever so slowly I was beginning to get the picture.

What about you?  Where is prayer for you?  Where is it in your life?  Where is it in your ministry?  Oswald Chambers once said that "Prayer is the way the life of God within us is nourished."  Is your soul and your ministry being constantly nourished by the reality and the practice of prayer?  Or are you, like me, still too often trying to do it by yourself?

a leper's lament

I roam the countryside, fully knowing the ugliness of my affliction, fully feeling the brunt of it each moment of each day.  Mine is a lonely and tortured existence.  What others see on the outside is only the tip of the iceberg compared to the pain and the hurt and the brokenness that lies within.  They see the leprosy, but I see the hopelessness.  I see the debris from the wreckage of feeling totally worthless.  I know the bottomless depths of my self-contempt, and I am helpless to do anything about it.  Oh, I’ve tried and tried, but all has failed to offer a solution for my inner and outer turmoil.  I cannot cleanse, nor heal, myself, so I roam about, desperately seeking healing, or relief, or the faintest glimmer of hope, wherever I might find it.  Hope that somehow, some way, someone—anyone—might help me make some sense of this mess of a life I am trapped inside of.  “Have mercy!” is the constant cry of my soul.  Please, help!  Anyone!  O Jesus, Master, Son of David, can you help me!  O please, Great Physician, have mercy on me and heal my affliction!  For only you can offer the healing and the wholeness I so desperately need.  Will you?

true

“Here is a true Israelite, in whom there is nothing false.” (John 1:47)  What a beautiful statement. Jesus saw Nathanael approaching and that is what he said.  The word used here (eidō) tells us that he didn’t just see Nathanael, but he saw into Nathanael.  And when he saw into the heart of Nathanael, he saw that there was nothing false.  The Greek word for false is dolos, which means deceit or trickery.  Thus, Nathanael was not pretending to be someone he was not.  He was not covering up or hiding behind anything.  He was not posturing or jockeying for position.  He was not acting or trying to fool anyone.  He was simply being himself.  He was being his true—created in the image of God—self.  I think that’s why Nathanael responds to Jesus with the beautiful words, “How do you know me?”  He didn’t argue with Jesus or try to correct him.  He didn’t try to deflect or deny the statement, he simply embraced it.  I think Nathanael did this because he knew to his core that he was being exactly who God made him to be.

O how I long for the same.  Don’t you?  How I long to be the beautiful creation that God intended me to be when he breathed me into being.  But, more often than not, I tend to be something else altogether.  I do not regularly live out of my true self, but out of some distorted version of that.  I tend to live out of a false self instead.  That self that is a product of my deepest fears, doubts, and insecurities.  That self that is constantly trying to prove to myself and my world that I am, indeed, worth loving.  It is what I like to call the manufactured self, because it is a self of my own making; a response to my trying to create an identity for myself out of fear that the one I’ve been given is not good enough.  And any identity (or self) that I create can only be false, because my true identity can only be given (bestowed) to me by the One who made me.

Lord Jesus, help me to be my best self today; the one you dreamt me to be when you breathed me into existence.  Amen.

solitude and silence

“Come with me by yourselves to a quiet place and get some rest.” ~Mark 6:31

Solitude and silence are a beautiful invitation from God.  They are an invitation to stop, to cease striving, to rest, and to breathe.  They are an invitation to be renewed and restored.  In a world where we are constantly on the go, living in a constant exhale, solitude and silence provide an opportunity to inhale.  They allow the life-giving Spirit of God the space and the time to blow his fresh wind into our parched and weary souls. Thus, solitude and silence are essential for both our spiritual and our physical well-being.  They offer us an invitation to come to him, to release our burdens, and to enjoy his presence, his peace, and his rest.

nain

     Soon afterward, Jesus went to a town called Nain, and his disciples and a large crowd went along with him. As he approached the town gate, a dead person was being carried out—the only son of his mother, and she was a widow. And a large crowd from the town was with her. When the Lord saw her, his heart went out to her and he said, “Don’t cry.”

     Then he went up and touched the bier they were carrying him on, and the bearers stood still. He said, “Young man, I say to you, get up!” The dead man sat up and began to talk, and Jesus gave him back to his mother.

     They were all filled with awe and praised God. “A great prophet has appeared among us,” they said. “God has come to help his people.” This news about Jesus spread throughout Judea and the surrounding country. (Luke 7:11-17)

Where is God when we are in pain?  It is an age-old question.  One that, depending on how we answer it, can significantly impact our view of, and our relationship with, God.  Because when we are in pain our tendency is to think that God either does not care, or that he is not good.  Either he does care enough to do anything about our suffering, or he can’t do anything about it.  Or maybe, even worse, he won’t do anything about it.  All of which leave us either angry and frustrated, or anxious and insecure.

Then along comes Jesus, the one who was sent to reveal to us the heart of the Father.  Jesus, since he is God in the flesh, shows us exactly how God feels about our pain.  And not only that, he also shows us how God longs to redeem that pain, in his own time and in his own way.

On this occasion Jesus comes across a woman who has just lost her only son; and that after she had already lost her husband.  Can you imagine the grief and the sadness and the pain?  Maybe you can.  Maybe you have been there.  Maybe you are there.  Life has dealt her two crushing blows back-to-back, and she is left reeling.  “Where in the world is God?” she must be thinking in the midst of the chaos, “Doesn’t he even care?”

Enter Jesus.  And when Jesus sees her, immediately his heart goes out to her (NIV).  He is heartbroken (The Message).  His heart overflows with compassion (NLT).  He is moved with love and compassion for her from the very depths of his being.  That is how God feels about her pain.  That is how God feels about your pain.  He is brokenhearted.  Her broken life is not at all the way he intended it to be.  But, even still, in the midst of her grief, God is able to redeem her pain.

Jesus stops the procession, approaches the coffin, places his hand on it, and calls the young man back to life.  The young man sits up and begins to speak.  Then Jesus gives the young man back to his mother.  God redeems her pain.  God brings life out of death, just the way he always does.  Tears turn to laughter, sadness to joy, mourning to dancing.  And that is the way it will be for your pain as well.  Maybe not today, but someday.  Someday your pain will be redeemed.  Someday your sorrow will be turned to joy.  Someday Jesus will tenderly touch your face and wipe every tear from your eyes.  And sorrow and sadness will be no more.

And they were all filled with awe and praised God (NIV), the Scriptures tell us.  "God has come to help his people," they said. In fact, he has turned his face towards his people (JBP).  God is not distant.  He is not disinterested.  He is not uncaring.  He is not far off.  He is right here, right in the midst of our pain.

Why is there so much pain and suffering in the world?  The only honest answer to that question is that I have absolutely no idea.  How does God feel about that pain and suffering, and where is he in the midst of it?  The answer to those two questions is a little more clear, all because of Jesus.  God is heartbroken over our pain.  And he is right in the middle of it.  That’s why he came to earth in the first place; to both share our suffering and to bear our suffering, that one day it might all be redeemed, just like it was in Nain.    

poiema

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them. ~Ephesians 2:10

How does it make you feel to know that God sees you as his workmanship, his masterpiece?  The Greek word used here is poiēma.  Thus, we are God’s poem, his work of art, an expression of his divine love, care, and creativity.  We are something so wonderful and so unique that mere prose is not adequate enough to communicate it.  Only poetry can even begin to capture the awesome wonder of what he did when he breathed you into being.  You were made in order to reflect and express the beauty and the goodness of his character to the world in a way no one else can or will.  What a high and holy calling.