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Facing The Giants

So, I’m still wordless…

We had staff meeting today…after Byron and I had our own “meeting” coming home from Starbucks - that’s my time of clarity for the day…post Starbucks!

We talked a lot about the criticism of “relevant” churches - that they/we are unevangelistic and watered-down. I can get on a soap-box about this quickly, especially when I’m all hopped up on a venti Starbucks.

I grew up in the home of an itinerant evangelist…the daughter of a preacher and the granddaughter of an evangelist who was Billy Graham’s right-hand man. Then, I became the wife of an evangelist turned pastor…

I know evangelism. It’s my heritage and in my blood. I have a great deal of respect for any person who makes it their life mission to bring others into a relationship with Christ. I have respect, but I also know the down-low on real life-change.

Recently, there’s been a lot of talk about what the biggest “threat” to Christianity is - Some say it’s liberalism, others Calvinism, others the post-modern era, others hedonism… The list of offenders goes on and on. They say if you don’t preach a certain way (three points and an illustration - or taking two years to walk through a Book of the Bible verse-by-verse), well, you must be a heretic…an ear tickler! They say if your congregation doesn’t “look” a certain way then they are not learning to be holy. They say to be “relevant” is to be more influenced by the world than by scripture or even by Christ.

I heard today that I…and my church…my philosophy of ministry…Byron’s vision and the vision of other churches like C3…that we are the biggest threat to Christianity. This was espoused by an icon of the Evangelical world…

I don’t even desire to argue about this any more. I don’t believe I have that luxury - I just have to be obedient, regardless of how I’m misunderstood.

Life-change is the only thing that matters. At C3 Church, true life-change and full Christ-followship is our mission - bottom line.

If the traditional, institutional, self-preservationist church wants to call C3, and churches like us, a threat…it hurts but, oh well…

Because I know the truth. If a traditional church-lover were to meet our members…especially the new converts, they would no doubt shake their head and point out a myriad of flaws - they don’t look like American “Christians” should look, perhaps. If they were to be judged by comparison to the suit-wearing, program leading, committee chairing, hymn memorizing - so we’ll give him the keys to the church building - type of christian, well, our membership might not measure up. But, if you were to ask their neighbors, their co-workers, their children, “Is there something different about them”, you would get a more accurate measure of what true life-change looks like.

And it’s happening a lot. Life-change, the kind that ushers in full Christ followship, is what C3 is all about. Not “easy believism”, just an easier way to hear the truth. The Christian life is hard, full of sacrifice, but the Gospel is simple…simple and profound.

There’s strength and clarity in just focusing on Christ and on others…

…all the rest is just a whole lot of muddy water.

Well, I guess I did have some words, after all.

Peace.

…But Sunday’s Comin’!

So, the week leading up to Easter can be challenging…it seems like the Enemy knows he needs to fight against us…as if it could just stay “Friday” or even Saturday night…

anything to keep Sunday from coming.

All week it has seemed to be perpetually more like Friday than Sunday…

For my new friend Sola, I know this has to be true because her mother passed away (in Nigeria) last night…

Our prayers are with you and your family, Sola - It’s Friday…but Sunday’s comin’!

All of the attacks, the weariness, the doubts…the hard work that goes into preparing for Easter - all of it can weigh us down - It’s Friday…but Sunday’s comin’!

All of the expectancy, the waiting, the hoping to see what God will do on Resurrection morning…even the fleeting doubts, memories of loss, wondering “Is it worth the cost?” - all of it can just wear us out - It’s Friday…but Sunday’s comin’!

Sunday’s comin’ and everything’s gonna be alright. After all, we already know the end of the story…

…now there’s nothin’ left but the victory party.

Happy, happy Easter…and peace to you.

…But Sunday’s Comin’!

So, the week leading up to Easter can be challenging…it seems like the Enemy knows he needs to fight against us…as if it could just stay “Friday” or even Saturday night…

anything to keep Sunday from coming.

All week it has seemed to be perpetually more like Friday than Sunday…

For my new friend Sola, I know this has to be true because her mother passed away (in Nigeria) last night…

Our prayers are with you and your family, Sola - It’s Friday…but Sunday’s comin’!

All of the attacks, the weariness, the doubts…the hard work that goes into preparing for Easter - all of it can weigh us down - It’s Friday…but Sunday’s comin’!

All of the expectancy, the waiting, the hoping to see what God will do on Resurrection morning…even the fleeting doubts, memories of loss, wondering “Is it worth the cost?” - all of it can just wear us out - It’s Friday…but Sunday’s comin’!

Sunday’s comin’ and everything’s gonna be alright. After all, we already know the end of the story…

…now there’s nothin’ left but the victory party.

Happy, happy Easter…and peace to you.

Same Difference

“Hello, brother-from-another-mother!”

This is what we heard when we finally got to meet our new friends, Joseph and Sola (pronounced “Shola”). We already knew we had much in common ,and seemed to be “kindred spirits”…but we had no idea how truly and deeply we would identify with them…with their journey.

It was eerie, at times, and there were many moments during the evening when Byron could’ve finished Joseph’s sentence, and vice versa - the similarities were both comforting…and heartbreaking. The excitement for the vision God has burned in them was so much like our own…and the path they’ve walked to follow that vision, also like ours:  so full of hope and promise, and so littered with loss and betrayal.

Sola is one cool chic. She’s a couple of years older than I am, but looks a decade younger…

I knew by looking into her eyes that we had an understanding…we’ve been traversing, in many ways, parallel paths - and now we can share our joys…and even compare scars if we feel like it. :-)

We had a blast. It was refreshing and comforting to be in the presence of fellow laborers that needed no explanation from us about our tendency to be “gun shy”…and, after 30 seconds, we knew we were safe. The rest was just like the carrot cake (with rum raisin sauce) that I had for dessert: Phenomenal! :-)

Thanks, Joseph and Sola! This journey is so much more fun with friends like ya’ll to share it with. Blessings…

Peace.