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Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Hiding

Sometimes hurt comes from the most unexpected places

I found myself a hiding place
I found myself a secret space
In the shelter of Amighty's love
In the safety of the Saviour's arms

I will run to the hiding place
I will run to the hiding place
Draw me ever closer to look upon Your face
I will run to the hiding place

I found myself a hiding place
I found myself a secret space
In the refuge of the Father's care
In the cleansing blood of Jesus there

I will run to the hiding place
I will run to the hiding place
Draw me ever closer to look upon Your face
I will run to the hiding place

Though my fear may overwhelm me
And troubles, they surround
Though
The wind rise up to take me
My hiding place is already found

I will run to the hiding place
I will run to the hiding place
Draw me ever closer to look upon Your face
I will run to the hiding place

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Process vs Product

I think that as a perfectionist I struggle with the whole process vs product scenario.  Often, I am so frozen by the complexity (or perceived complexity) of the process of accomplishing a task, that I seldom make it to the product part of the journey.  To my mind, that is truly a waste of both energy and talent since both are often expended, sometimes in great quantity, with nothing to show for it at the end of the day.  I think you can see that this problem, compounding on itself daily, could lead to a completely frenetic life without ever making any progress, without ever having anything to show for the tremendous amount of effort you are expending.  In short, to be caught in this cycle is to completely waste my energy and talents on something that never materializes.

If I, as a homeschooler, I spend weeks and months poring over all the curricula available to me and painstakingly craft an amazing array of educational products but merely give my children a set of learning tools and go over the basic concepts of how they are used, what sort of product will I have at the end of their educational process? It's not the presentation that makes a difference in their lives, its the bits of time I spend with them every single day.  Supporting each new thought and skill and supplying them with the tools they need to build on that foundation that will create a well-rounded and well-educated individual ready to go out and face the world.

I also find it interesting that many churches today are caught in the same trap.  So much energy, time, money and talent goes into the service, it is all-consuming. Because of that tremendous upfront effort, there is very little energy left to follow up with making sure that there is any beneficial product (in the church's case, souls, discipled believers, teaching and training) at the end of the day. While I would never be one to say that any church service should be entered into without preparation and practice, if the completion of service is also considered the completion of "the job" for that week, what then are we producing but a bunch of church service junkies waiting for their next emotional jolt of spirituality next weekend? Sure we can pack 'em in the pews, but are we really equipping anyone to do anything with what may even be a divinely conceived message? Or are we happy that a good delivery is enough to make changes in our day to day actions?

What return are you getting for the amount of time you invest in whatever it is you do? It's an important question. One for which I am finding the answers to be far more difficult than I ever imagined.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

You Say You Want a Revolution

I suppose it would be fair to say that one of the things I have been wrestling with, and still am, is ministry.  I was recently assured that all Christians occasionally had crises of faith, and I admit to being a bit taken aback.  I'm not having a crisis of faith.  In fact when it seems that all else has fallen away from under my feet, God has been the thing on which I have continued to stand.  He and I are tight.  That is not to say that we have been in agreement all the time lately, but to my way of thinking, He made me this snarly ball of prickles and questions, so He is very able to deal with me when I get this way. No, if anything, this little episode is only serving to strengthen my faith in God.  What I am really having is a crisis of church.

Now before I embark on this little journey of thought, about church and believers, about purpose and concept, about passion and apathy and all the levels in-between, I want to be sure that I am clearly understood.  I am not anti-church.  Not. at.  all.  I believe in God's church, that it is divinely inspired and instituted. I believe we are called to come together as a body of believers (not defined by modern day denominations) to do great, amazing, miraculous soul-saving work for God.  I do not for one moment think that holing up at home and "home-churching" is anything but a direct rebellion against everything God had in mind when He talked about his church.  As easy as that might make life (and I have also considered how easy ministry would be in a cave in Montana somewhere as well--with just me) that is not what God has called His people to do. 

Furthermore I love my church, a lot.  I love the people there.  I love their heart.  I think the elders and pastors (hunky hubby included) are amazing men who want to be in line with God's will and who truly desire to change this world for Jesus Christ.  Their passion inspires me to be more passionate.  Their individual dedication puts ten men to shame. However, I do not love blindly.  There are things I question and things that concern me; things I wonder about.  I think that is that sign of a healthy church member.  Blind love is dangerous.  Discerning love is real, and it makes us be better people and better churches because it changes us.

I wanted to say these things because I may be discussing some hard concepts about church and believers as I work things out in my head.  I don't want you to leave here and take my generalized statements to be bashing my own church, or any other particular church or person.  I am not here to stand in judgment; I am trying to work my way through my own part in all this convoluted mess.  I think we need a revolution.  We need revival.  It has to start right here, with me.