Rudolph needs therapy

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I love the Christmas season and anyone riding in car with me post Halloween will know Holiday music is top on my list.

  • Sacred Christmas carols… the best!
  • Traditional Christmas classics… love them!
  • Hokey secular holiday fare… bring it!

I love it all, but I have to admit there is a song that has begun to bother me over the last couple of years. Maybe it is because my own personal growth has revealed some Для Интернетаthings to me.

Maybe it is because my years in pastoring have trained my ear to hear things a little differently. Maybe I just never listened to it closely before, but I have come to a conclusion that Rudolph needs Jesus.

While I love everything about the holiday, I love that every bit of it stems from the coming of our Savior Jesus the Christ.

Even the secular stuff makes me happy, because it causes the world to frame a whole season to include Jesus, whether they like it or not.

But, as I have been listening to the children’s classic Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, I fear that after all these years, he is still missing it.

So, my dear friend Rudolph, if you are reading this, please take these words from a loving brother who only wants you to enjoy the real meaning of the season.

You know Dasher and Dancer and Prancer and Vixen,
you know Comet and Cupid and Donner and Blitzen,
But do you recall?
The most famous reindeer of all?

Rudolph, it’s obvious that you have deeply embedded feelings of insignificance. In a huge world, drifting in a massive universe, it’s easy to feel small. Also, coming from a large family can sometimes make one feel overlooked, cast aside and devalued.

Dasher was a bully who raced you everywhere, and growing up with that prima donna Prancer would be tough for any of us, but you can’t let their actions define you.

Psalm 139 teaches us that each one of us was carefully created by the God of the universe Himself. If for no other reason than that, you have incredible value!

Psalm 139:13 (ESV) – For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb.

So, don’t let the fact that Cupid withheld love from you change the fact that you are infinitely valuable simply because your Heavenly Father made you that way.

When no one else remembers, He recalls your name.

Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
Has a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows.

My friend Rudolph, you are not alone, we all struggle with our appearance. We have a world bent on image, putting up false fronts and practiced in the art of putting on a show every time you step out of the house.

It’s not healthy, and caving into the pressures of the image culture will only make things worse. Some of the best ‘looking’ people in the world are monumentally unhappy because you can’t airbrush away reality!

Let me be honest with you… I had the very same problem a few years ago.

A very red, shiny, nose, and this was in the days before proactive. There was nothing to do but hope and pray it would go away. Sometimes, you couldn’t even blow your nose because it was so painful.

But, nothing is more painful than having someone point it out and even say it glows… people can just be mean.

Always remember that every part of you and every phase you go through is part of God’s wonderful plan for you!

Psalm 139:14 (ESV) – I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.

That big red nose of yours… it’s beautiful because the greatest Artist in the universe made it that way.

All of the other reindeers
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games

Sometimes, we find ourselves in the wrong place at the wrong time. This is never more true than when we long to be in real community with people and just can’t find that right fit.

Rudolph, not finding the right peer group can have devastating consequences, and I just want to say I am sorry for the way you have been treated.

In the same breath though, you have to stop trying to force your way into a group that laughs at you and calls you names. They are intentionally keeping you on the outside; its some kind of stupid reindeer game to them.

God made us to be people in community, and you have a right to be in a family of people who will love you as you are!

Romans 15:7 (ESV) – Therefore welcome one another as Christ has welcomed you, for the glory of God.

Sometimes, the best thing you can do is leave painful relationships behind and go where God is leading you.

Maybe it’s time you find a new herd?

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,
Santa came to say,
Rudolph with your nose so bright,
Won’t you guide my sleigh tonight?

Oh, no. Don’t fall in the trap Rudolph.

Since the beginning of time we have struggled with misappropriating our value on our achievements. You are worth so much more than the sum of what you can do, produce or offer!

If you get caught in the trap of establishing your value on your performance, you will eventually fail yourself.

It doesn’t matter what big whig comes along to puff you up when they need something from you, you need to remember there is a God who loved you and valued you even though you had nothing to offer Him

I know how it goes my friend. You get the phone call from that guy you’ve looked up to for so long, and just because he’s the one that asked, you jump. Next thing you know you are pulling a sleigh full of misery, for a guy who’s using you to get his job done.

Ephesians 2:8–9 (ESV) – For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, 9 not a result of works, so that no one may boast.

Your value isn’t in what you do, it’s in who you are.

Then all the reindeers loved him,
And they all shouted out with glee,
Rudolph the red-nose Reindeer
You’ll go down in history!

Rudolph, Rudolph, Rudolph… chasing applause is like chasing the wind. You can’t base your worth on the opinions of others, because people are broken and frail.
Sure, today they love you and are shouting with glee, but what about tomorrow?

That’s a treadmill you do not want to get on!

It feels good, there is no doubt. We love to hear the accolades, we can thrive on the praise, and we can be strengthened by the admiration. But, it’s all temporary like living on a diet of candy canes… it’s sweet at first but it only leads to a lifetime of tooth decay and diabetes.

You can’t live on the success of Christmas morning all year. By the time mid-January hits you won’t be going down in history, you’ll just be history and yep… you’re going down.

There is only one Audience you need to be concerned with and He already loves you.

John 3:16 (ESV) – For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

Rudolph, you don’t need to go down in history… He’s already made history for you!

So, my reindeer friend, let me just conclude by saying that this Christmas I hope you find the real meaning of the holiday. No need to play their games, pull their sleigh, or make their record books.

Christmas is about the God of the universe loving you so much, He sent His one and only Son to this place on a rescue mission for us. To save us from ourselves, to save us from each other and give us a life worth living that will prepare us for eternal life with Him.

Don’t miss Christmas this year my friend… it’s all for you.

One more thing to put on the table

You need one more thing on the table…

1 Chronicles 16

8 Oh give thanks to the Lord; call upon his name;
make known his deeds among the peoples!
9 Sing to him, sing praises to him;
tell of all his wondrous works!
10 Glory in his holy name;
let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice!

Happy Thanksgiving!

There is no doubt this is a wonderful time of year. Kicking off the holidays, spending downtime with family and friends, and eating like there will be no tomorrow.

I’m not against any of that… I’m very pro Thanksgiving!

You won’t even see me getting on some bandwagon trying to boycott Black Friday, or Gray Thursday. There’s too much that I am “for” to spend time giving attention to things I might be “against.”

But, this Thanksgiving, let me ask you to add one more thing to your holiday table just like one more piece of pie. Don’t lie, you’re going to have pie.

Here’s what I want you to add to Thanksgiving this year… thanks.

Let me explain.

I love being a parent, and I love being a parent of my young men more than I loved being a parent of little boys. Parenting little ones was hard work… they don’t know anything!

They don’t know how to get dressed, how to make their own food, how to pay taxes… even though we love them unconditionally, they’re pretty useless for several years.

One of the things we teach them falls under the category of ‘manners’. The role of the parent is to teach the child how to say things like yes sir, yes ma’am, know when to open doors, and how to use the magic words: please and thank you.

That’s right, please and thank you don’t come naturally. And, it’s important to teach them that even if they’re thankful on the inside, they need to show it on the outside.

That’s the subject of the versus listed at the beginning of this article:

Oh GIVE THANKS to the Lord; CALL UPON his name; MAKE KNOWN his deeds among the peoples! SING TO him, SING PRAISES TO him; TELL OF ALL his wondrous works! GLORY IN his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord REJOICE!

As a parent, sometimes it’s enough just to watch the children playing with the new toy. We are satisfied in seeing that they are happy. But, sometimes we require them to grow up and express that thankfulness. Somehow we know it’s just the right thing to do.

So, on this holiday of feasting, family and overindulgence of every kind, make sure you do the “right thing.”

Intentionally have a conversation or two today and tell someone you love why you love them, thank your parents for all that they have done, send a note/text to a coworker, friend, Christian brother or sister and tell them why you’re thankful for them.

Then, make sure in front of everybody around the dinner table, spend a minute remembering why we should be thankful. Brag on God, thank Him in front of your friends and family for all He’s done, and praise His name before you fill your belly.

This Thanksgiving, let’s give thanks. Let’s make sure there is no doubt we know that our God is a good God and His love endures forever.

Happy Thanksgiving!

One of my regrets… on this Veterans Day

On this Veterans Day I have a confession to make.

I like many others am more than thankful for all the men and women who have served our country. I like many others burst with pride at stories of their bravery and valor. I like many others hold in high regard, both those who have served and those who are serving.Silhouette of modern soldiers with military vehicles

My confession? One of my greatest regrets in life, at the point of being a 43-year-old husband, father and pastor, is that I never served in the Armed Forces.

For me, I feel that I missed an opportunity and did not offer everything to my country and my family that I could have. Perhaps, that’s why I am even more moved by the service and sacrifice of these incredible warriors.

I know in the last couple of years there has been a debate, specifically whether or not we should call all our soldiers “heroes.” I think that debate is one of the biggest wastes of conversational energy I have ever experienced.

I remember the first time I heard such a conversation was in 2012 on MSNBC with TV talkshow host Chris Hayes saying he was “uncomfortable” calling fallen veterans heroes. If I can be honest, I was uncomfortable just listening to him make that statement.

I know the background of his argument was the fear of an unthinking population justifying the morality of war. But, the truth is that his underlying philosophy had nothing to do with morality, but had everything to do with his politics.

I’m not usually the kind of guy to go negative, so please hear this as a rational argument to be processed and thought through. While I know you have the right, I don’t think it is responsible for you to question the heroism of our fallen soldiers as a TV talk show host until:

  • Your job puts you in mortal danger every time you go on the air.
  • Your career causes you to give up personal freedom and convenience for the sake of serving others.
  • Your day-to-day work, risking life and limb, helps to ensure the freedom of anyone else to go on the air and say anything they want, just because you value their freedom as much as you value yours.

I know those who would disagree with these statements will say I’m wrapping myself in the flag. Let me correct. I am not wrapping myself in the flag because I have never served in a way to deserve that privilege.

Instead of wrapping myself in the flag, I’m standing behind it and behind the men and women who have preserved it so that I am protected by it.

And, tonight I will go to bed and sleep in peace not worrying that someone will come knocking on my door to harass me, imprison me, or take from me because they did not approve of the content of what I write, say or believe.

It’s by that very same protection, that politicians, pundits and people of all persuasions can continue to say the most asinine things and even disparage those who have served. All under the great irony, that they have been hand delivered that privilege by those whom lived, served, suffered, sacrificed and died for them.

So, on this Veterans Day. Thank you all who served and are serving and will serve.

May God bless you, your family and our country.

Here we go again, to be pagan or not to be pagan

There are perennial issues for pastors and those in church ministry. One of those is “What do you do with Halloween?”

various pumpkins on wooden backgroundvarious pumpkins on wooden backgroundThe question is always loaded and either comes from the perspective of “You better not do anything with it you punk pastor or you’re going straight to hell!” or “You’re not one of THOSE churches that hate kids and fun stuff, are you?”

Not kidding, those have been real conversations over the years.

The church where I pastor does not celebrate Halloween, but we do a bang up job of a community-wide fall festival. And, before both sides of the debate start labeling me a compromiser, take a chill pill and find some satisfaction in knowing that I don’t agree with either of you.

There… is everyone happy?

I think there is a third place between pharisaical legalism and cultural domination… I like to think that place is called the Gospel.

But, since this is a perennial issue, I have already written on this issue (about 6 years ago) and decided to repost. Hope its helpful, and know that I love you no matter what side of the debate you are on.

I’m just thankful you are a thinking, wrestling believer!


ORIGINALLY POSTED OCTOBER 2008

 

It’s that time of year again. Yes, one of the scariest times of the year. When people from all over gasp in horror, and shriek out the ghoulish question… “Is ok to celebrate Halloween, to trick or treat?”

The answer: No. if you dress your children up as ballerinas, or Star Wars Jedis you are going straight to hell, do not pass go, do not collect $200 dollars.

That was the trick (aka: a joke), now are you ready for the treat?

As a pastor I get asked the Halloween question a lot, but I am always amazed that I don’t get asked the question about the other holidays. That’s why I was glad to get this question from my friend AJ on FACEBOOK:Andy Addis's Facebook profile

Why do we celebrate ‘Halloween’ and how much of it has anything to do with religious, social and/or cultural (if any) rituals; how much of it should be practiced and what should be avoided based on today’s ‘trick-or-treat’ experiences (including negative impacts [if any]).
Why do we celebrate ‘Christmas’ and what is the essence of this occasion in respect to again; religious, social and/or cultural (if any) rituals; what should it be preached as; what should be the basic preaching in such occasions.

Good stuff… let’s give it a shot.

The big issue is, we want to have fun, but we don’t want to be pagan. So, we’re constantly asking ourselves questions like: are Christmas trees ok? Do Easter eggs have anything to do with Jesus? Is it wrong for me to offer human sacrifice to the ancient god Molech? (yes, no and YEEEESSS!)

The truth is almost every holiday on our calendar has pagan links to some degree because of something called syncretism.

Syncretism is a planned, or unplanned, combining of two into one, usually for the purpose of eventual absorption. In other words, over the years (thousands of years to be less than precise) Christianity encountered numerous pagan belief systems and there were some serious conflicts in thought and philosophy.

As Christianity became the dominant global force and absorbed those cultures and pagan systems, many of their beliefs/holidays were synchronized into the Christian calendar as well. Thus, syncretism:

Christmas: An absorption of a pagan seasonal change celebration of the winter solstice. Almost every ‘traditional’ holiday element of this festive season has a pagan root that the church reworked to have a Jesus meaning: the Christmas tree, the Yule log, candy canes, etc.

Easter: An absorption of pagan fertility festivals replaced with the imagery of a reborn/resurrected Jesus. Since this holiday was replacing fertility celebrations it’s no wonder we continue to see fertility symbols associated with it like rabbits and eggs in the Spring time!

Halloween: An absorption of a pagan day of the dead created by Celtic people about 2000 years ago, converted by the church nearly 800 years ago to be a day to honor the memory of the saints and martyrs. October 31 being All Hallows Eve (pagan) and November 1 being All Saints Day (Christian). The costumes, trick and treating and decorating are all throw backs to the original pagan celebration.

The truth is that almost every holiday we have is a syncretistic expression of something pagan turned Christian.

At first, the believer might be horrified and stopped dead in their tracks by this information. Your first thought might be to go the route of my best friend back in grade school.

I never knew why, but every time we had a birthday party, Christmas party, Halloween party, or any celebration he had to leave the room. He was Jehovah’s Witness and there was no partying for them (yet, somehow he always ended up getting some really cool, big toy for no reason in late December… guess even JW’s have some cool grandparents).

But, avoidance, that’s not the answer.

Christmas may have originally celebrated the alignment of the planets, BUT NOW it’s about the coming of our Savior Jesus Christ. So, wrap those materialistic presents, stick them under that pagan tree and sing those secular songs, baby. Just remember the reason for the season.

Easter may have originally celebrated a fertility festival, BUT NOW it’s about the resurrection of Jesus Christ. So, pet a bunny, find and egg and sing at the top of your lungs, “JESUS is Lord.”

Halloween may have originally been about death and fear, BUT NOW it’s about new life and sacrifice for the believer. So eat some candy, put on a fun costume, and… eat some more candy.

Syncretism had two purposes, a negative and a positive.

The negative was to wipe out the pagan influence that was drawing people away from a loving God and cover over its effects with the Good News and message of Jesus Christ. Replacing it’s old ways and patterns with the news ways and patterns of Christianity for these converted pagans. It was a way to make their conversion and spiritual transition as smooth as possible by adding Christianity to their lives wherever possible.

The positive was even more exciting. In every culture and religion it seems there had been glimpses of what God had been doing in Christ’s redemption story even before they heard about it. Foreshadowing, tremors, future echoes of the Christ story that would prepare that people group to hear and recognize the message of Jesus and the cross when it came to them.

In one culture the Epic of Gilgamesh tells of global flood as God punishes a corrupt world, in another the blood sacrifice of a bull is splashed on worshipers and they sing “by the blood we are made clean,” and on and on. In these cultures, syncretism does not cover over their expressions of worship, but shows them what they have been looking for all along. The process of syncretism aligns their faith with the Jesus story.

It finishes the journey they had begun.

Which brings us back to the beginning: “Is ok to celebrate Halloween, to trick or treat?”

Well it’s not ok to celebrate a 2000 year old Celtic day of the dead, but it is ok to celebrate an 800 year old Christian tradition of honoring the saints and the martyrs.

The key is in answering this question: will we celebrate these holidays with care?

  • Talk about the meaning of this holiday (or any holiday) with our family
  • Participate in traditions that honor Christ and not the ones that honor His enemy
  • Make this a holiday that draws us closer to God and not one that draws us closer to commercialism, the occult or anything else wierdolicious

Use the holiday like our Christian ancestors did. It may be pagan in nature, but take it back in Jesus’ name, ascribe a meaning to it that honors our God, and celebrate in a way that brings life to the Body!

Here is some practical advice, not legalistic standards, just some thoughts the way we apply them at our house:

  1. We decorate for the season with fall colors, harvest themes, pumpkins and such, but avoid witches, skeletons and the occult
  2. We enjoy costumes like boxers, hippies, Dirk Nowitzki (if you have to ask, I won’t explain), but won’t do the scary, gory or inappropriate
  3. We even carve pumpkins, but will usually carve a cross as the image and then talk about Jesus being the light of the world as we put the candle inside
  4. We simply use our heads to have fun, but keep things on the Godly side of the fence

With all that being said, if you live in the Hutchinson area, let me invite you to our faith community’s Fall Festival this Friday night from 5-9 pm at the State Fairgrounds (these are the right time for 2014, just FYI).

We call it a Fall Festival because we don’t believe in that Halloween garbage… Just kidding, just kidding!

The saddest day of the year

Today is one of the saddest days of the year for me.  While the date on the calendar changes each year, this day always comes.

It’s the last day of camp.

Happy school children playing tug of war with rope in park

For nearly 20 years I have done multiple weeks of camp every summer. From as few as three to as many as 12 weeks in one summer, children’s camp, student camp, family camp… I don’t care. I love camp.

And, this summer is no exception as I have had the privilege of speaking to a couple thousand campers.

Very often my family comes with me, but when they don’t I do miss them terribly. Still, from the beginning they’ve always been behind my “over-camped” tendencies.

What makes camp so amazing? Well, let’s first define what it isn’t.

  • I don’t love camp for the accommodations. Often you’re sleeping on wafer thin mattresses, stacked on wooden crates, in barely air-conditioned facilities. Believe me, that’s not the draw.
  • I don’t love camp for the food. Did you know it’s possible to eat multiple kinds of starch every meal for more than a week, and still survive? If not you should’ve seen yesterday’s dinner: chicken strips, corn, mashed potatoes, and a dinner roll. So, yeah… it’s not the food that keeps me coming back. It may send me to the hospital someday, but it’s not really the draw for camp.
  • I don’t love camp for all the fun activities. Feeling the wind rush as you plummet down the zip line, sending a camper shooting into the air after you jump on the lake pillow known as the blob, paintball domination, basketball anytime of the day, hiking the trails (and the not so much trails), disc golf in the morning, a nap in the afternoon and a campfire in the evening… that’s all great, but after the second, third, fourth, fifth week it begins to lose it’s luster.
The real reason I absolutely love camp, and have devoted so much of my life to it – at least one month of every year – is what I see happen in the campers lives about the second to third day.

They unplug.

Their connections to smart phones, computers screens, athletic schedules, overburdened calendars, Xbox, stressful

jobs, dysfunctional relationships, unachievable expectations all begin to fade away.

I see sponsors start acting like kids. I see kids, start acting like… kids!

And when that guard is dropped, the still small voice of the God of the universe that’s been whispering to us every moment, of every day… we can finally hear it.

And that’s why this is the saddest day of the year for me.

Because I see everybody walking back into their previous practices. The things with screens get charged up again. The headphones are uncoiled. The routine is reengaged.

I know there is no reality on this side of heaven that could keep us in this environment 24/7/365, but…

riverbend retreat center

I just wish we could remember the lesson camp teaches us. It’s so important to unplug from all that mess we call life.riverbend retreat center

That we would have fun, kick back, relax, dedicate some time to give God attention, and hear from the most wonderful voice in the universe.

He is speaking all the time, every day and in every place. God does not live at camp. But, maybe it’s at camp where we start to really live.

Colossians 3:1-3 “If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. ”

Let’s make it our habit to recreate camp everyday. Do whatever you have to do for a little bit everyday to stay away from things that beep and blink. Ignore the demanding, life-eating calendar for one hour. Let the noise of this chaotic world fade into the background. Put yourself in a place where God can have your undivided attention.

Just unplug.

 

Shut the back door!

Everyone has a weakness.

That’s important to remember no matter how strong your defenses are up front. Every life has a back door, and it’s usually just a screen door.Back Porch

King Hezekiah, known as one of the ‘good’ kings, was the leader of God’s people during the dominating reign of the violent, powerful and merciless Assyrian empire. He was leading God’s people through a tumultuous time and even brought spiritual reforms to the land in the midst of chaotic geo-political upheaval.

He really was a good king.

In fact, when Assyria knocked on the door to let Israel know they were next in line for destruction, Good King Hezekiah displayed the kind of leadership I could only dream about for our day.

In Isaiah 36, we see the official envoy of Assyria come to publicly threaten God’s people:

  • He calls King Hezekiah a deceptive leader
  • He declares any earthly political alliances Israel had as useless
  • He threatens violence and death
  • He described their starvation by saying they will eat their own dung and drink their own urine
  • Worst of all, he mocks their God, 18 Beware lest Hezekiah mislead you by saying, “The Lord will deliver us.” Has any of the gods of the nations delivered his land out of the hand of the king of Assyria? 19 Where are the gods of Hamath and Arpad? Where are the gods of Sepharvaim? Have they delivered Samaria out of my hand? 20 Who among all the gods of these lands have delivered their lands out of my hand, that the Lord should deliver Jerusalem out of my hand?’ ”

This is some serious smack talk!

But, Good King Hezekiah is up to the task. Instead of overreacting, instead of crumbling in fear, instead of responding in a reactionary way, this king tears his clothes (a sign of mourning) and runs straight to the house of God and pleads with the Almighty, trusting in Him more than this king’s own resources, wealth, or even himself.

In fact, in Isaiah 37 the Good King said,It may be that the Lord your God will hear the words of the Rabshakeh, whom his master the king of Assyria has sent to mock the living God, and will rebuke the words that the Lord your God has heard; therefore lift up your prayer for the remnant that is left.’ ” 

That’s good leadership right there.

But, just a little while latter, Hezekiah is deathly ill when the Lord spares him and heals him of his disease. Following his miraculous recovery the king of another nation, Babylon, sends a prince to him with congratulations and a gift concerning the miraculous healing.

Hezekiah responds to this diplomatic ploy with a very unkingly response. He gave this foreign dignitary an all-access pass to his kingdom showing him their treasury, their arsenal and all the nation’s storehouses.

Great googley moogley! The Babylonians couldn’t have gotten that kind of intel with an elaborate spy network and satellite surveillance, but the king just gave it up to them.

Isaiah steps in (Isaiah 38) and tells the king he has made a mistake. He tells him that the Babylonians will one day own everything they have seen and even the king’s own sons will be taken away into their captivity and made to be servant eunuchs for the household of Babylon someday.

Here is the punch line, King Hezekiah responds to Isaiah’s prophecy with these words: Then Hezekiah said to Isaiah, “The word of the Lord that you have spoken is good.” For he thought, “There will be peace and security in my days.””

How selfish and short sighted is that? Let me translate Good King Hezekiah’s response, “Sure, my kids and grandkids will be turned into mutilated slaves and my nation completely plundered… but not till I’m gone.”

How in the world did a good, strong, Godly king willing to go toe to toe with a violent world super power with his God as his only ally and resource turn into this?

The enemy found the backdoor to his life.

Assyria pushed from the front, but Babylon slipped around back with flattery and pride.

This was the weakness in the king’s character. His ego being stroked opened him up to weakness and corrupted his character, dismantled his choices and devastated his future.

I don’t know what your backdoor is, but everyone has one: pride, fear, sexual temptation, greed, doubt, anger, hurt, control… whatever it is, don’t forget to guard the backdoor.

Tear your clothes, cry out to God and depend on Him in your greatest places of weakness, for when you are weak, He is strong.

These shoes are nasty

I should’ve thrown these shoes away.20140519-110141-39701554.jpg

There’s a lot of things I should’ve done… Like mow the yard today, put more in savings this month and eaten a well-balanced breakfast fortified with vitamins, minerals and nutrients… but, I didn’t.

Even though these shoes have reached the pinnacle of ‘nastiness,’ I do have some valid reasons for keeping them around.

First, I wear size 18… go ahead and get the giggling out of your system. I’ve heard it all… Sasquatch, Bigfoot, Yeti, you must have a good understanding, you’d be a foot taller if you weren’t turned under… which one is that, The Nina, The Pinta or the Santa Maria?

When it comes to big shoe, or Big foot, jokes I promise you… There’s nothing I haven’t heard. And elevators, they are completely awkward… everybody looks down and then they look at you.

So, on that fact alone, it’s hard for me to get rid of a pair of shoes. Size 18 shoes in any style are just not that easy to come by.

In complete honesty though, that has nothing to do with why I have held onto these particular shoes.

I wore these shoes last year on a trip to Haiti. It was a trip I shared with my oldest son, and we went to work with children from a school with a feeding program and to share the gospel through a ministry called Restore Haiti.

I’ve been to several places around the world on “mission” trips. I’ve been in places where I was not allowed to reveal my identity in Asia because of danger to the missionaries on the ground and even myself.

I preached the gospel in an open air church on the continent of Europe where my Christian belief was definitively in the minority… less than .01% of the population.

I have worked with students who are overprivileged in an under resourced area in a resort style ministry of the Caribbean.

But, none of my travels or ministry opportunities prepared me for that stint in Haiti.

I had never seen poverty like that. I have never seen such a devastated infrastructure even years after their major earthquake. I had never walked where they filmed the commercials of the hungry children.

It was devastating.

One of the things I remember clearly was the dirty congestion that reached out from the urban areas even to the rural. The walk to Trash Beach, named that because there was more trash than beach. The continuous litter that connected the shacks that many called home. And, the smell… can’t really describe it… it has to be experienced.

One night on that trip we were told we would have a special experience getting to do what many Hatians never get to do, eat out at a restaurant.

We dressed up, and headed “downtown” with 15 of us pressed into an open truck bed.

It was a great night! Good food, lots of laughs, picture taking, some dancing (hold your horses, it was Baptist approved dancing), and a much appreciated break from the hustle and bustle of that oppressively hot, constantly dirty, never-stop moving trip we called our mission.

Just before we left the restaurant that night it began to pour, I don’t mean drizzle, I mean frog strangler, gully washer, downpour.

We all ran out into the street to try and jump up in the bed of the truck. It was a good uphill mile and a half trip back to where we we’re staying.

As I was helping students climb into the bed of the truck the water was rushing downhill was a little over ankle deep. The filth of those city streets, the trash that had been lining the pathways we walked and all the things that I would intentionally step around were now clinging to my legs and submerged feet in that Hatian flood.

It was grotesque. It was unhealthy. It was beautifully brutal… Brutifal.

These were the shoes I was wearing that night. I can’t get rid of them.

They look horrible, they smell worse and I am absolutely positive that they somewhere have the ebola virus within them.

But, every time I wear them I remember how blessed I am, the importance of the mission, and to pray for those who live in that place every day.

Isaiah 52:7 says,

“How beautiful upon the mountains are the feet of him who brings good news, who publishes peace, who brings good news of happiness, who publishes salvation, who says to Zion, “Your God reigns.””

This is the season when many of God’s faithful go “on mission.”
You won’t have to be on Facebook very long to see a team of teenagers trying to raise funds via the car wash to go on mission.

You’ve probably already received a letter from a distant relative who’s in college trying to raise support, whether financial or prayer, for a trip overseas.

And, in your church there’s no doubt been talk of summer mission projects, trips and missionaries.

Everybody has the opportunity to get involved in sharing the gospel and sending the hands and feet of our Savior to places where Jesus needs to be.

You may not be able to hop a plane this summer and find yourself in East Asia, southern Africa or a Caribbean jungle for two months, but you can make it happen. Here are your options:

Pray
Give
Go

Pray -not just in general, you need to find someone’s name, a specific trip and begin praying for them passionately right now. Pray for them before they go as they raise money, prepare spiritually and take the trip. Consider yourself a part of their prayer team and understand that you are just as valuable as someone on the ground as you are interceding for them every day until they get home, maybe even after!

Give -some can give a little, others can give a lot, but everything counts! Maybe you need to have a garage sale on their behalf, or you do a car wash in your neighborhood to give all the proceeds to them for the trip. Maybe, you should talk to your family about making your vacation two days shorter so that you can give all the money that you would spend on those two days for that mission trip. There’s 1000 ways to go about it, but these things don’t happen for free. You should give.

Go – maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but at some point in the future you need to begin asking the Lord for an opportunity to go! Let Him guide you to the place, and let Him outline a time. Believe it or not, you have beautiful feet, they just need to get on the right mountain.

You can trust me, when it comes to feet… I’m an expert.

Don’t wait, the summer mission trip season will pass you by quickly and you need to get involved now, praying, giving where you can and thinking about when you might go.

If you just don’t know where to start and would like someone to pray for, or would like a legitimate mission to be able to give to… Send me an email (andy@crosseyedlife.com), I’ll be glad to connect you with those who are heading out in the next few weeks.

Pray. Give. Go.

Maybe someday you’ll have a pair of shoes you just can’t throw away.

Oops, missed that one

Ever felt like you missed something? Seems to be a constant for me, and yesterday was one of those days.

Our little community of Hutchinson, Ks, has received some regional, if not national, news attention for a high speed chase that went right through the middle of our sleepy little rural metropolis.

Mutliple branches of law enforcement, with lights flashing and sirens blaring, screamed up and down the street I call my driveway.

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The fugutive ditched the car in an alley and fled on foot, and started a foot race through private homes! Just like Jason Bourne, right?

It all ended up in a big cuff and stuff bust just down from my house that you could see pretty easily standing on the corner of my property… I would assume.

I can’t tell you for sure… because… well… to tell you the truth… I was napping.

Seriously!?!

The first truly exciting thing to happen in this town and I slept through it!

When I snorted myself awake and grabbed my phone I saw FaceBook posts from neighbors with strings of comments about the spectacle taking place just outside my door.

I found breaking news links from the local paper, and browsed through missed text messages from family and friends asking “What’s going on at your place?”

Oops. Missed that one.

How can you sleep through something like that? It’s amazing. It’s hard to believe. It’s just wrong.

Sleeping through important things is a warning in Scripture:

Proverbs 6:9
How long will you lie there, O sluggard? When will you arise from your sleep?

Matthew 25:12-13
But he answered, ‘Truly, I say to you, I do not know you.’ Watch therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.

Romans 13
Besides this you know the time, that the hour has come for you to wake from sleep. For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed.

Whether its a warning against laziness, a preparation for the apocalypse, or a wake up call to salvation, God’s word is clear: Don’t sleep this life away.

Be aware of opportunities to be the hands and feet of Christ around you.

Be a watchman on the wall to change the world in Jesus name.

Be in the battle, and don’t let life slip by without being a part of the excitement, the drama, the passion, the calling, the mission, the ministry!

We sleep our lives away at jobs we hate, with hobbies that mean nothing and in front of screens that are modern day shrines to idols.

Wake up you sleeper! God has a plan and you’re in it. Get off the couch, abandon the pew… pick a shield, draw your sword and let’s do this!

One Common Denominator

Math is hard.

I know math is easier for some than others, but at some level everybody must admit, math is hard.

Equation3ASome fall off at trigonometry, others with calculus, and some algebra. For me, saying I fall off at algebra is a stretch. I capped out somewhere near fractions.

My kids lost some of their innocence in the sixth grade. I stopped appearing to be the all-knowing, ever-flowing fountain of knowledge when they brought home math homework.

We needed a tutor two nights each week. One night for them, and one for me.

Math is hard.

Still, there is one lesson from the math universe I’ve never forgotten; the quest for the one common denominator.

A common denominator is defined, as found on the ironically named mathisfun.com website, “denominators (or the bottom number in a fraction) in two or more fractions that are common, or the same.”

I remember grueling hours of scrawling down numbers, erasing them and trying to find that one common denominator.

Finding the one common denominator meant you had simplified the equation and were seeing it as clearly as you possibly could.

This is a skill I wish we could use outside the world of math.

If we’re honest with ourselves, we might discover that one common denominator that keeps turning up in so many aspects of our lives.

As a pastor of more than 20 years, and an observer of life and all its ups and downs, I think I can clearly say that most people who have multiple problems… actually don’t.

Consider, when we think we have multiple problems, what if we actually have a single problem multiplying itself in our life. A common denominator that is affecting everything else:

  •  “There are no good men anymore,” she said.
  •  “Every boss I’ve ever worked for is an idiot,” he said.
  • “All my teachers are against me,” the student said.
  •  “Every friend I’ve ever had has stabbed me in the back,” they said.
  • “No one in this town can drive,” said everyone at some point.

If you look closely, you may be able to reduce the above scenarios down to their common denominator. For example, it’s not very likely that every teacher you’ve ever had has been out to get you. But, the one common denominator in every classroom you have been in… well, there’s no easy way to say it, is you.

Without a doubt, I have seen myself as the one common denominator again and again. When my kids are irritating, my wife misses the point and everyone at the church just doesn’t understand… I probably need to reduce the equation.

For whatever reason, it’s me again. The one common denominator.

If you suspect you may be the one common denominator, one way to turn it around is to remember Romans 12:13, “For by the grace given to me I say to everyone among you not to think of himself more highly than he ought to think, but to think with sober judgment, each according to the measure of faith that God has assigned.”

Cut the world around you a little slack, and make sure you hold yourself accountable for things like humility, courtesy and respect.

Wake up every morning remembering that we are all sinners, lost without the grace of Jesus and needing to be transformed by His resurrection power.

You can’t do anything about the world around you, but you can confess your sinfulness, you can surrender to the Savior and you can take care of at least one thing… one common denominator.

I'm ready to fight

Today has been marked by a little bit of panic.

Nothing overt, no obvious danger, just something in the air. And, I know what it is…

I’ve already caught myself staring into space, catching my breath and grinding my teeth.

You see, today my youngest son becomes a teenager, but that alone is not really the source of the feeling.

Some tell me that I should really be concerned, having two teenagers in the house is going to be a war. I don’t think I agree.20140308-082005.jpg

I’ve been warned to hold on tightly because time will go so fast I’ll miss it. Well, making the most of every opportunity is wise, but I don’t think that’s my worry.

Moms tell me with tear-filled eyes that you’ll never get your babies back. They mourn over the loss of a baby to cuddle with… believe me, that’s not my problem.

Dads tell me I should get a second job, because the amount of food that’s going to be consumed will break the bank. Actually, I kind of believe that one a little.

With all of the good, bad and ugly advice that you are given, unsolicited I might add, as a parent… it’s sometimes hard to filter out what should be held onto versus what should be tossed.

However, on this occasion, I’m pretty sure I know the source of my consternation.

I am not longing for bygone days, wishing that Noah and Nathan were just entering kindergarten again so I could relive those precious moment years. Been there, done it, have the t-shirt.

I am not overwhelmed with fears that time will slip by so quickly I’ll miss something. We’re taking lots of pictures.

I am not suffering from stress due to the costs of raising a teenager and setting them in the world on their own. I know how to use the words “Get a job.”

I am not struggling under the weight of a horrific culture, unseen peer pressures, inevitable empty nest, or any other thing that gets blogged on a regular basis.

In fact, my “fear” isn’t even really a fear at all. It’s an adrenaline shot.

If you’ve ever known that moment right before a fight, you know when you’re squaring off in the parking lot and staring each other down… that’s the feeling.

But, it’s not squaring up against my sons, but with them!

I have spent the last decade and a half hovering over them, protecting them, leveling a path before them. And today, I do not mourn the transition that they are going through.

My boys have become young men, both of them now. And many of the battles that will be fought now, I will no longer fight for them, I will fight with them.

Where I had been standing between them and the things that might do them harm, now we will stand back to back fighting for what we believe and standing up together.

With two boys that are now young men I am moving in a new direction of fighting ‘for’ my family, to fighting ‘from’ my family.

I know they’re not completely mature, and there is still growth to come… but, my boys are now men. And, that jittery feeling I have is one of anticipation.

The battle lines are drawn, and the conflict is clear. No longer do my boys need to hide behind their father, but side-by-side, swords drawn in the strength of the Lord has given them it’s time for them to become the warriors and the men I know they are.

I am more than proud to call these boys, young men.

I am honored to share my last name with them.

And I am itchin’ to hit the battlefield with them.

Their mother and I have taught them the Scriptures as best we can. We have modeled out a life of faith to the best degree that we know how. And with everything that we could, we have trained them up in the way they should go.

I know we’ve made plenty of mistakes, but we’ve given them our absolute best.

Now it’s time…

Happy birthday Nathan.

Welcome to the fight Noah.

Let’s do this…

Psalm 119:9 “How can a young man keep his way pure? By guarding it according to your word.”