Tuesday, August 18, 2009

A Million Miles in a Thousand Years in a Few Days


I can't wait. I've read all of Don's books so far and haven't been disappointed. I'm anxiously awaiting reading his latest offering: A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

Here is what one publisher had to say about it: Full of beautiful, heart-wrenching, and hilarious stories, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years details one man's opportunity to edit his life as if her were a character in a movie.

Years after writing his best-selling memoir, Donald Miller went into a funk and spent months sleeping in and avoiding his publisher. One story had ended, and Don was unsure how to start another.

But he gets rescued by two movie producers who want to make a movie based on his memoir. When they start fictionalizing Don's life for film--changing a meandering memoir into a structured narrative--the real-life Don starts a journey to edit his actual life into a better story. A Million Miles in a Thousand Years details that journey and challenges readers to reconsider what they strive for in life. It shows how to get a second chance at life the first time around.


Sounds like another blessing!

You can order yours today here.

PS: A while ago, as part of a publicity stint Don did, it appeared that I helped Miller write this book. Check it out here. Just wanted to clarify: that was a total joke!

Monday, August 17, 2009

Faithing It

We were in Abilene this weekend to help Laura move into her dorm for her sophomore year at ACU! It would have been worth the trip to just spend that time with Laura, help her out, and share the experience with her; but God let us have our cake and eat it too with giving me many other "gifts" over the previous 3 days! I've included them below in no particular order. If I left you off the list, please refer to # 7. Thank you.

Top Ten Gifts of the Past Weekend (in addition to being with Laura!)

10. Just being in Abilene! (Great memories, great people)

9. Harold's with Douthit - a toss up! (normally Harold trumps Kyle, but the conversation with Kyle was even better! I love Kyle and praise God for him! But that sauce is so good too...)

8. Fellowship with the Jensens. (sweetest people on the planet!)

7. Seeing Everyone!

6. Abilene Lighting Storm! (Witnessed a beautiful West Texas Lighting Show out in the distance on Sat night!)

5. A hug from Bob Strader! (Bob "Coach" is like a dad to me! I love that man! I do want to say that getting a hug from Steve Hare was great too but then Hare called me out in front of church, so he got lumped in on #7 and not formally mentioned - haha!!!)

4. Being on Campus! (Can't explain the Niagara of emotions that come over me when I step foot on ACU's campus. It looks so much better than when I was there but my memories of my time there are still so sweet!)

3. Time with my buddy Phil (went out to Schub's crib on Friday and we caught up on life. I praise God for his friendship!)

2. Being Inspired by Paul Jensen to Run a Triathlon! (I might not be this grateful as training picks up or after the race, but right now I'm pumped! Thanks Paul!)

1. Highland. (The Highland Church is home. Great people. Harris shucked the corn like only he can! An indescribable spirit fills that place. It just felt so good to be there!)


Last night we made it home a whopping 15 minutes before our weekly Bara Prep Fest at 6pm at the O'Brien's. That went good too! Brisket tacos! Some good planning and great people. The highlight of the evening for me though came when Becky B shared a simple yet strong bit of prose with us. You might have heard it before but I'm passing it on again because it is just that powerful:

LEAD ME TO SOME SOUL TODAY
Lead me to some soul today;
O teach me, Lord, just what to say;
Friends of mine are lost in sin,
And cannot find their way.
Few there are who seem to care,
And few there are who pray;
Melt my heart and fill my life:
Give me one soul today.
Will H. Houghton



I think the reason I like this little poem so much is that he bookends the request to be lead to a soul and to get a soul with the requests to be taught and my favorite: to have his heart melted!

And finally, I want to encourage everyone to check out this link over the next few weeks (it's not up yet) and listen to the message from 2009-08-16. Randy Harris preached about "Faithing It" and it was absolutely incredible!

Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Look At This...But Not That.

Yesterday I read an incredible post from Steven Furtick's blog. Just in case you are too lazy to click over there now, I've copied and pasted it below. Read it. Then get back to work!

Read Acts 1:9-11
Here’s a summary:

While Jesus was being transported into heaven following His resurrection, His followers watched with great interest.
Of course they did! The Son of God was being beamed up into the skies before their very eyes. It’s understandable that they would be tempted to rubberneck.

So when the angels interrupt the experience with the question:
Why do you stand here looking into the sky?
…I’ve got to admit, it comes across a little unfair. Don’t these guys have the right to star-gaze for a minute or two considering the magnitude of the moment?

It makes more sense if you put the question in context. In the same breath that the angel commands the disciples to stop staring upward, he reminds them of the urgency of their task:

Jesus is coming again. There is an imminent need for you to be His witnesses. (Jesus had just explained this in Acts 1:8 - you know the verse.)
So get your head out of the clouds, receive the Holy Spirit, and then get back to work.

Now consider how much more this rebuke would apply to many modern day followers of Christ.
Jesus is coming again, we have the message of the Gospel, and more resource and capability than ever before to be His witnesses.
But it seems like a lot of us have our heads in the clouds.

We critique one another’s methodologies rather than celebrating one another’s success.
We divide in camps over our dim interpretations of complicated theological issues rather than uniting under the banner of salvation through Christ alone.
We let small people with microscopic vision dictate the course of our ministry and limit the scope of our impact.

We can’t stand around with our heads in the clouds and our thumbs up our…noses. We don’t have a minute to waste or the luxury of pontification.

Jesus is coming! His Spirit is within us! We have power! We are the Church!
How dare we stand around looking in the sky-when there’s a world to win right in front of our face?


Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Stinkin Sync'n

After 6 years of using a Palm Treo for all my cell phone/texting/email/google-something-at-a-dinner-party-to-find-an-answer-and-appear-uber-smart needs, I made the switch last week to the Blackberry.

Here is why...

I went into the Sprint store late Thursday night fully expecting to get a new Bluetooth earpiece. I told the CSR/Sprint Guy/17 yr old tech guru my situation. How I was sick and tired of hearing my friends mean mouth my Bluetooth headset. (Seriously, they were merciless! Mitch would call and just talk trash about my it like it had cussed his mom or something! Seriously, if I had a buck for every time Mitch would state, 'your headset stinks!" Anyway, I digress...what is new?
Anyway, I digress should have been what I called my blog! Wow! I'm actually digressing while digressing)

Here is how the conversation ensued:

Sprint kid: "Bro, you've got a connection problem!"

Joel: "yeah, I know. I need a Bluetooth earpiece."

Sprint kid: "no, you need a new phone."

Joel: (thinking he was just trying to sell me a new phone) "why?"

Sprint kid: "because Palm's are notorious for not pairing well with any headsets."

Joel: "what does 'not pairing well' with my headset really mean?"

Sprint kid: "It means the connection between the two stinks. There is a syncing problem. It creates interference and broken communication. In other words, the better it syncs, the less it stinks!"

The conversation continued. I had an upgrade so I got a new phone. Now I'm not going to lie and say that the connection between my Bluetooth headset and Blackberry is perfect. My buddy Evan did say that it is 100% better. But I am going to tell you that I learned something through the experience.

A better connection means better communication. I find myself using my Bluetooth more. I've increased my communicating (talking and listening) as a result of my improved connection.

And of course since I love parables (so did Jesus) I thought I'd draw an obvious conclusion by asking a challenging question:

How is the connection between you and Christ?

In other words, Is it synced or does it stink?

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

A Cause and a Calling

This past weekend I was blessed to witness Faith Christian's amazing performance of the musical, Seussical. I actually got to see it twice! The hero of the story was Horton who saved the Who’s. Going into the play, I had read some of Seuss’ work and had recently seen the animated version of Horton Hears a Who and had thought that Horton was heroic because he had such a big heart. But after seeing the musical twice, I realized that while it was true Horton was big-hearted, there were two other driving factors for his bringing salvation to the Who’s.

Horton was compelled by the cause. He truly believed that “a persons a person no matter how small” and that conviction carried him throughout the story. No matter what opposition he faced (His chief tormentors are Vlad Vladikoff, the Wickersham Brothers and the Sour Kangaroo.) or how bad the circumstances got (imagine desperately rummaging through a seemingly limitless field of pink clovers in search of the one holding the speck. He finally found the speck on the 3 millionth flower) Horton never gave up. It was obvious that his passion that “a persons a person no matter how small” persuaded him.

But I noticed another possible moving motivation in Horton’s redemption venture. Horton believed in what others can’t see. Nobody believe Horton’s story about a voice from a spec of dust. The biggest reason they didn’t believe is because it was new. Sour Kangaroo said,

“Why, that speck is as small as the head of a pin.
A person on that?…why, there never has been!”

Just because something has never been doesn’t mean that it can’t be! Horton withstood harassment and ridicule for following a dream that he couldn’t adequately describe. He was called a fool for listening to a voice that others couldn’t hear. He was falsely accused for seeing what others couldn’t see. And he never lost faith. Or did he? The musical did a good job of portraying the obvious fear and frustration and even desperation that Horton must have felt. But when I got home I went back and actually read the book. There was one line that resonated with my heart,

“And by noon poor old Horton, more dead than alive, Had picked, searched, and piled up, nine thousand and five.”

Did you see it? More dead than alive?

And then I thought of Psalm 42.

All of us have been where Horton was and where the Psalmist was. If you’ve lived a little life, you know what it is like to be “more dead than alive.” Most of us can relate to the musician’s moan, “My tears have been my food day and night, while men say to me all day long, ‘Where is your God?’"

Truth be told, Kim and I can relate now more than ever. Planting a church is a lot like hearing a voice that no one else can hear (“…why, there never has been!”) or looking for a speck in a field filled with millions of clovers. Yet we, like Horton and the Psalmist, must keep going. You too must keep going. Some days it is our good nature or heroic hearts that keep our eyes on the prize. But when life’s evil eagles swoop and steal and faith’s enemies oppress and taunt, it is going to be our commitment to the cause and our conviction in our calling that carry us on.

Keep hearing Who’s and put your hope in Heaven’s Hero!


Psalm 42


1 As the deer pants for streams of water,
so my soul pants for you, O God.

2 My soul thirsts for God, for the living God.
When can I go and meet with God?

3 My tears have been my food
day and night,
while men say to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"

4 These things I remember
as I pour out my soul:
how I used to go with the multitude,
leading the procession to the house of God,
with shouts of joy and thanksgiving
among the festive throng.

5 Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and 6 my God.
My soul is downcast within me;
therefore I will remember you
from the land of the Jordan,
the heights of Hermon—from Mount Mizar.

7 Deep calls to deep
in the roar of your waterfalls;
all your waves and breakers
have swept over me.

8 By day the LORD directs his love,
at night his song is with me—
a prayer to the God of my life.

9 I say to God my Rock,
"Why have you forgotten me?
Why must I go about mourning,
oppressed by the enemy?"

10 My bones suffer mortal agony
as my foes taunt me,
saying to me all day long,
"Where is your God?"

11 Why are you downcast, O my soul?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.


Horton Hears a Who

On the fifteenth of May, in the jungle of Nool,
In the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool,
He was splashing…enjoying the jungle’s great joys…
When Horton the elephant heard a small noise.

So Horton stopped splashing. He looked towards the sound.
“That’s funny,” thought Horton. “There’s no one around.”
Then he heard it again! Just a very faint yelp
As if some tiny person were calling for help.
“I’ll help you,” said Horton. “But who are you? Where?”
He looked and he looked. He could see nothing there
But a small speck of dust blowing past though the air.

“I say!” murmured Horton. “I’ve never heard tell
Of a small speck of dust that is able to yell.
So you know what I think?…Why, I think that there must
Be someone on top of that small speck of dust!
Some sort of a creature of very small size,
too small to be seen by an elephant’s eyes…

“…some poor little person who’s shaking with fear
That he’ll blow in the pool! He has no way to steer!
I’ll just have to save him. Because, after all,
A person’s a person, no matter how small.”

So, gently, and using the greatest of care,
The elephant stretched his great trunk through the air,
And he lifted the dust speck and carried it over
And placed it down, safe, on a very soft clover.

“Humpf!” humpfed a voice. Twas a sour Kangaroo.
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said “Humpf!” too
“Why, that speck is as small as the head of a pin.
A person on that?…why, there never has been!”

“Believe me,” said Horton. “I tell you sincerely,
My ears are quite keen and I heard him quite clearly.
I know there’s a person down there. And, what’s more,
Quite likely there’s two. Even three. Even four.
Quite likely…

“…a family, for all that we know!
A family with children just starting to grow.
So, please,” Horton said, “as a favour to me,
Try not to disturb them. Just let them be.”

“I think you’re a fool!” laughed the sour kangaroo
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, too!
You’re the biggest blame fool in the jungle of Nool!”
And the kangaroos plunged in the cool of the pool.
“What terrible splashing!” the elephant frowned.
“I can’t let my very small persons get drowned!
I’ve got to protect them. I’m bigger than they.”
So he plucked up the clover and hustled away.

Through the high jungle tree tops, the news quickly spread:
“He talks to a dust speck! He’s out of his head!
Just look at him walk with that speck on the flower!”
And Horton walked, worrying, almost an hour.
“Should I put this speck down?…” Horton though with alarm.
“If I do, these small persons may come to great harm.
I can’t put it down. And I won’t! After all
A person’s a person. No matter how small.”

Then Horton stopped walking.
The speck-voice was talking!
The voice was so faint he could just barely hear it.
“Speak up, please,” Said Horton. He put his ear near it.
“My friend,” came the voice, “you’re a very fine friend.
You’ve helped all us folks on this dust speck no end.
You’ve saved all our houses, our ceilings and floors.
You’ve saved all our churches and grocery stores.”

“You mean…” Horton gasped, “you have buildings there, too?”
“Oh, yes,” piped the voice. “We most certainly do…
“I know,” called the voice, “I’m too small to be seen
But I’m Mayor of a town that is friendly and clean.
Our buildings, to you, would seem terribly small
But to us, who aren’t big, they are wonderfully tall.
My town is called Who-ville, for I am a Who
And we Whos are all thankful and grateful to you”

And Horton called back to the Mayor of the town,
“You’re safe now. Don’t worry. I won’t let you down.”

But, Just as he spoke to the Mayor of the speck,
Three big jungle monkeys climbed up Horton’s neck!
The Wickersham Brothers came shouting, “What rot!
This elephants talking to Whos who are not!
There aren’t any Whos! And they don’t have a Mayor!
And we’re going to stop all this nonsense! So there!”

They snatched Horton’s clover! They carried it off
To a black-bottomed eagle named Valad Vlad-I-koff,
A mighty strong eagle, of very swift wing,
And they said, “Will you kindly get rid of this thing?”
And, before the poor elephant could even speak,
That eagle flew off with the flower in his beak.

All that late afternoon and far into the night
That black-bottomed bird flapped his wings in fast flight,
While Horton chased after, with groans, over stones
That tattered his toenails and battered his bones,
And begged, “Please don’t harm all my little folks, who
Have as much right to live as us bigger folk do!”

But far, far beyond him, that eagle kept flapping
And over his shoulder called back, “Quit your yapping.
I’ll fly the night through. I’m a bird. I don’t mind it.
And I’ll hide this, tomorrow, where you’ll never find it!”

And at 6:56 the next morning he did it.
It sure was a terrible place that he hid it.
He let that small clover drop somewhere inside
Of a great patch of clovers a hundred miles wide!
“Find THAT!” sneered the bird. “But I think you will fail.”
And he left
With a flip
Of his black-bottomed tail.

“I’ll find it!” cried Horton. “I’ll find it or bust!
I SHALL find my friends on my small speck of dust!”
And clover, by clover, by clover with care
He picked up and searched the, and called, “Are you there?”
But clover, by clover, by clover he found
That the one that he sought for was just not around.
And by noon poor old Horton, more dead than alive,
Had picked, searched, and piled up, nine thousand and five.

Then, on through the afternoon, hour after hour…
Till he found them at last! On the three millionth flower!
“My friends!” cried the elephant. “Tell me! Do tell!
Are you safe? Are you sound? Are you whole? Are you well?”

From down on the speck came the voice of the Mayor:
“We’ve really had trouble! Much more than our share.
When that black-bottomed birdie let go and we dropped,
We landed so hard that our clocks have all stopped.
Our tea pots are broken. Our rocking-chairs are smashed.
And our bicycle tires all blew up when we crashed.
So, Horton, Please!” pleaded that voice of the Mayor’s,
“Will you stick by us Whos while we’re making repairs?”

“Of course,” Horton answered. “Of course I will stick.
I’ll stick by you small folks though thin and though thick!”

“Humpf!” humpfed a voice!
“For almost two days you’ve run wild and insisted
On chatting with persons who’ve never existed.
Such carryings-on in our peaceable jungle!
We’ve had quite enough of your bellowing bungle!
And I’m here to state,” snapped the big kangaroo,
“That your silly nonsensical game is all through!”
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, too!”

“With the help of the Wickersham Brothers and dozens
Of Wickersham Uncles and Wickershams Cousins
And Wickersham In-Laws, whose help I’ve engaged,
You’re going to be roped! And you’re going to be caged!
And, as for your dust speck…hah!
That we shall boil
In a hot steaming kettle of Beezle-Nut Oil!”
“Boil it?…” gasped Horton!
“Oh, that you can’t do!
It’s all full of persons!
They’ll prove it to you!”

“Mr. Mayor! Mr. Mayor!” Horton called. “Mr. Mayor!
You’ve got to prove that you really are there!
So call a big meeting. Get everyone out.
Make every Who holler! Make every Who shout!
Make every Who scream! If you don’t, every Who
Is going to end up in a Beezle-Nut stew!”

And, down on the dust speck, the scared little Mayor
Quick called a big meeting in Who-ville Town Square.
And his people cried loudly. They cried out in fear:
“We are here! We are here! We are here!”

The elephant smiled: “That was clear as a bell.
You Kangaroos surely heard that very well.”
“All I heard,” snapped the big kangaroo, “Was the breeze,
And the faint sound of wind through the far-distant trees.
I heard no small voices. And you didn’t either.”
And the you kangaroo in her pouch said, “Me, neither.”

“Grab him!” they shouted. “And cage the big dope!
Lasso his stomach with ten miles of rope!
Tie the knots tight so he’ll never shake lose!
Then dunk that dumb speck in the Beezle-Nut juice!”



Horton fought back with great vigor and vim
But the Wickersham gang was too many for him.
They beat him! They mauled him! They started to haul
Him into his cage! But he managed to call
To the Mayor: “Don’t give up! I believe in you all
A person’s a person, no matter how small!
And you very small persons will not have to die
If you make yourselves heard! So come on, now, and TRY!”

The Mayor grabbed a tom-tom. He started to smack it.
And, all over Who-ville, they whooped up a racked.
They rattled tie kettles! They beat on brass pans,
On garbage pail tops and old cranberry cans!
They blew on bazooka and blasted great toots
On clarinets, oom-pahs and boom-pahs and flutes!

Great gusts of loud racket rang high through the air.
They rattled and shook the whole sky! And the Mayor
Called up through the howling mad hullabaloo:
“Hey Horton! Hows this? Is our sound coming through?”

And Horton called back, “I can hear you just fine.
But the kangaroos’ ears aren’t as strong, quite, as mine.
They don’t hear a thing! Are you sure all you boys
Are doing their best? Are they ALL making noise?
Are you sure every Who down in Who-ville is working?
Quick! Look through your town! Is there anyone shirking?”

Through the town rushed the Mayor, From the east to the west.
But everyone seemed to be doing his best.
Everyone seemed to be yapping or yipping!
Everyone seemed to be beeping or bipping!
But it wasn’t enough, all this ruckus and roar!
He HAD to find someone to help him make more.
He raced through each building! He searched floor-to-floor!

And, just as he felt he was getting nowhere,
And almost about to give up in despair,
He suddenly burst through a door and that Mayor
Discovered one shirker! Quite hidden away
In the Fairfax Apartments (Apartment 12-J)
A very small, very small shirker named Jo-Jo
was standing, just standing, and bouncing a Yo-Yo!
Not making a sound! Not a yipp! Not a chirp!
And the Mayor rushed inside and he grabbed the young twerp!

And he climbed with the lad up the Eiffelberg Tower.
“This,” cried the Mayor, “is your towns darkest hour!
The time for all Whos who have blood that is red
To come to the aid of their country!” he said.
“We’ve GOT to make noises in greater amounts!
So, open your mouth, lad! For every voice counts!”

Thus he spoke as he climbed. When they got to the top,
The lad cleared his throat and he shouted out, “YOPP!”

And that Yopp…
That one small, extra Yopp put it over!
Finally, at last! From that speck on that clover
Their voices were heard! They rang out clear and clean.
And the elephant smiled. “Do you see what I mean?…
They’ve proved they ARE persons, no matter how small.
And their whole world was saved by the smallest of All!”

“How true! Yes, how true,” said the big kangaroo.
“And, from now on, you know what I’m planning to do?…
From now on, I’m going to protect them with you!”
And the young kangaroo in her pouch said…
“…ME, TOO!”
“From the sun in the summer. From rain when it’s fall-ish,
I’m going to protect them. No matter how small-ish!”

The end!





Sunday, March 29, 2009

Not By Accident

Yes, the final round of the Arnold Palmer Invitational at Bay Hill was great theater and Woods was the center attraction. After coming back from reconstructive knee surgery, he looks as good as ever, if not better. He’s never been in better shape and that unwavering will to win hasn’t changed.

By the way: he didn’t get this good by accident. During one of Tiger’s holes, the announcers listed his schedule on a typical day. It’s safe to say he takes his job quiet seriously, even if a lot of us would love to make a living hitting a golf ball around.

Check out this typical day in the life of Tiger Woods.

6 a.m. — Lift weights

7:30 a.m. — Eat breakfast

9 a.m. — Hit balls

11 a.m. — Putting

11:30 a.m. — Play 9 holes

12:30 p.m. — Eat lunch

1 p.m. — Hit balls

3 p.m. — Short game

4 p.m. — Play 9 more holes

5 p.m. — Hit balls

5:30 p.m. — Putting

Sounds like a full-time job. It’s great to see Tiger back to being Tiger.

Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Beautiful Prayer

I received this prayer via email from a brother in my Lake Cities family. It is beautiful and I wanted to pass it on.


Prayer for the Day


Dear Heavenly Father, Thank You for including the book of Proverbs in the Bible. Lord, may I take heed to the wisdom in this book and apply it to my life. Teach me truth, and give me knowledge and revelation of Your Word, so that I might live an overcoming life in this earth. Guide me so that I might daily walk in the Spirit and do the things that You have called me to do in my lifetime. May the contributions I make to this world be those that are inspired by You, and come from Your heart. Let Your will be done in my life now, and always. I ask this in the precious name of our Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ. Amen.


Monday, December 08, 2008

Words and Deed

In the season where churches all over are gearing up for their biggest crowds of the year, I found it ironic at best and tragic at worst that one group wasn't talking about the Christ, but rather just doing the kind of stuff he did.

Take a look at the weekly calendar for this group for this week:

ONGOING: Collecting TOYS for Children's Advocacy Center for Denton County and Cook Children's Medical Center.

ONGOING and UPCOMING: "Coffee for the Troops" Now collecting pounds of coffee to be distributed to service members arriving home for the holidays at DFW Airport. Dates and times of distribution will be posted soon.

THURSDAY, December 11, 2008, 6-8 p.m. - ArtShow benefiting The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society.

SUNDAY, December 14, 2008, 3-5 p.m. - Toy Drive and visit with Santa. $1 Coffee and Hot Chocolate on the Patio with Santa and Christmas caroling. All proceeds benefit Children's Advocacy Center for Denton County and Cook Children's Medical Center.


The Group? A church? Nope. Trophy Club Starbucks.

Go on out and join them if you live close.

Location: Starbucks in Trophy Club, 501 Trophy Lake Drive, Trophy Club, TX 76262

Monday, November 10, 2008

The Religious Wrong

An absolutely great article from Cal Thomas in the Fort Worth Star Telegram!

Enjoy!


Monday, Nov 10, 2008
Christians May Have Learned The Most From the Election

When Barack Obama takes the oath of office on Jan. 20, 2009, he will do so in the 30th anniversary year of the founding of the so-called Religious Right.

Born in 1979 and midwifed by the late Rev. Jerry Falwell, the Religious Right was a reincarnation of previous religious-social movements that sought moral improvement through legislation and court rulings. Those earlier movements — from abolition (successful) to Prohibition (unsuccessful) — had mixed results.

Social movements that relied mainly on political power to enforce a conservative moral code weren’t anywhere near as successful as those that focused on changing hearts.

The four religious revivals, from the First Great Awakening in the 1730s and 1740s to the Fourth Great Awakening in the late 1960s and early ’70s, which touched America and instantly transformed millions of Americans (and American culture as a result), are testimony to that.

Thirty years of trying to use government to stop abortion, preserve opposite-sex marriage, improve television and movie content and transform culture into the conservative Evangelical image has failed.

The question now becomes: should conservative Christians redouble their efforts, contributing more millions to radio and TV preachers and activists, or would they be wise to try something else?

I opt for trying something else.

Too many conservative Evangelicals have put too much faith in the power of government to transform culture.

The futility inherent in such misplaced faith can be demonstrated by asking these activists a simple question: Does the secular left, when it holds power, persuade conservatives to live by their standards? Of course they do not.

Why, then, would conservative Evangelicals expect people who do not share their worldview and view of God to accept their beliefs when they control government?

Too many conservative Evangelicals mistake political power for influence. Politicians who struggle with imposing a moral code on themselves are unlikely to succeed in their attempts to impose it on others.

What is the answer, then, for conservative Evangelicals who are rightly concerned about the corrosion of culture, the indifference to the value of human life and the living arrangements of same- and opposite-sex couples?

The answer depends on the response to another question: do conservative Evangelicals want to feel good, or do they want to adopt a strategy that actually produces results?

Clearly partisan politics have not achieved their objectives. Do they think they can succeed by committing themselves to 30 more years of the same?

If results are what conservative Evangelicals want, they already have a model. It is contained in the life and commands of Jesus of Nazareth.

Suppose millions of conservative Evangelicals engaged in an old and proven type of radical behavior. Suppose they followed the admonition of Jesus to "love your enemies, pray for those who persecute you, feed the hungry, clothe the naked, visit those in prison and care for widows and orphans," not as ends, as so many liberals do by using government, but as a means of demonstrating God’s love for the whole person in order that people might seek him?

Such a strategy could be more "transformational" than electing a new president, even the first president of color. But in order to succeed, such a strategy would not be led by charismatic figures, who would raise lots of money, be interviewed on Sunday talk shows, author books and make gobs of money.

God teaches in his word that his power (if that is what conservative Evangelicals want and not their puny attempts at grabbing earthly power) is made perfect in weakness.

He speaks of the tiny mustard seed, the seemingly worthless widow’s mite, of taking the last place at the table and the humbling of one’s self, the washing of feet and similar acts and attitudes; the still, small voice.

How did conservative Evangelicals miss this and instead settle for a lesser power, which in reality is no power at all? When did they settle for an inferior "kingdom"?

Evangelicals are at a junction.

They can take the path that will lead them to more futility and ineffective attempts to reform culture through government, or they can embrace the far more powerful methods outlined by the one they claim to follow.

By following his example, they will decrease, but he will increase. They will get no credit, but they will see results.

If conservative Evangelicals choose obscurity and seek to glorify God, they will get much of what they hope for, but can never achieve, in and through politics.

Friday, November 07, 2008

You Might Be a Preacher If...

~ Your favorite “light reading” is Strong’s Concordance.

~ Playing the piano and being an expert at packing boxes was high on your list of requirements for a potential spouse.

~ As a child, you practiced baptizing your cats.

~ You say “amen” at the end of the Pledge of Allegiance at a public event.

~ You own more books than the religion section of your local public library.

~ Your kids are always asking to go over to someone else’s house where they don’t have to act “good" all the time.

~ You have fried chicken for dinner every Sunday after church.

~ You look in your wife’s purse for a snack for your kids and all you find are communion wafers.

~ You go the hospital to visit your mother but stop and have prayer with folks in every other room along the way.

~ You have to schedule your vacation around Bible School, Youth Week, the liturgical calendar, and annual meetings of your denomination.

~ The message on your answering machine contains both these phrases: “If this is an emergency...” and "Have a blessed day!”

(adapted from You Might Be a Preacher If… by Stan Toler and Mark Hollingsworth)

Thursday, November 06, 2008

PRAYER: GOD'S WILL

Ran across a good article on prayer from John Eldredge...

PRAYER: GOD'S WILL

In his book Walking with God (Thomas Nelson), John Eldredge writes, “Part of us doesn’t really want to hear what God has to say. Even after years of God’s rescues and surprises and blessing upon blessing, there’s a part of me that gets irritated when someone says, ‘Let’s ask God.’ The act itself is a disruption. Sometimes it feels like grinding the gears. Stop? Now? Ask God? I’m bugged. That’s part of it. And the other part is, if we do hear something, we’ll have to obey.

I was reading the story of Joshua. And it stopped me in my tracks. My goodness, the Israelites received specific instructions from God all the way through the battle of Jericho--when to cross the river, how to cross the river, when to take Jericho, how to take Jericho. And it worked! It worked. You’d think they would have been convinced. This is how to follow God. But the next day comes and here they are, ready to take city number two, and you know what? They don’t ask! It’s not that they don’t ask the second question, they don’t even ask the first. They just charge ahead. And they pay for it. Dearly.

I know something of this. I don’t ask because I don’t want to know. If I know what God thinks, then I’m faced with the decision of whether to follow his counsel or not.” (Click here to learn about the book Walking with God.)

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Well Said

As someone who spends a lot of time with his mouth open and speaking to groups of people, I'm always turning an ear to the speeches of others. Last night I heard two amazing speeches. You can find the video and audio transcripts on the web. I've put the transcripts to each below. I hope you realize that these might be two of the best speeches you'll ever hear.

The first from Senator McCain:


JOHN MCCAIN: Thank you. Thank you, my friends. Thank you for coming here on this beautiful Arizona evening.


(APPLAUSE)


My friends, we have -- we have come to the end of a long journey. The American people have spoken, and they have spoken clearly.


A little while ago, I had the honor of calling Senator Barack Obama to congratulate him.


(BOOING)


Please.


To congratulate him on being elected the next president of the country that we both love.


In a contest as long and difficult as this campaign has been, his success alone commands my respect for his ability and perseverance. But that he managed to do so by inspiring the hopes of so many millions of Americans who had once wrongly believed that they had little at stake or little influence in the election of an American president is something I deeply admire and commend him for achieving.


This is an historic election, and I recognize the special significance it has for African-Americans and for the special pride that must be theirs tonight.


I've always believed that America offers opportunities to all who have the industry and will to seize it. Senator Obama believes that, too.


But we both recognize that, though we have come a long way from the old injustices that once stained our nation's reputation and denied some Americans the full blessings of American citizenship, the memory of them still had the power to wound.


A century ago, President Theodore Roosevelt's invitation of Booker T. Washington to dine at the White House was taken as an outrage in many quarters.


America today is a world away from the cruel and frightful bigotry of that time. There is no better evidence of this than the election of an African-American to the presidency of the United States.


Let there be no reason now...


(APPLAUSE)


Let there be no reason now for any American to fail to cherish their citizenship in this, the greatest nation on Earth.


(APPLAUSE)


Senator Obama has achieved a great thing for himself and for his country. I applaud him for it, and offer him my sincere sympathy that his beloved grandmother did not live to see this day. Though our faith assures us she is at rest in the presence of her creator and so very proud of the good man she helped raise.


Senator Obama and I have had and argued our differences, and he has prevailed. No doubt many of those differences remain.


These are difficult times for our country. And I pledge to him tonight to do all in my power to help him lead us through the many challenges we face.


I urge all Americans...


(APPLAUSE)


I urge all Americans who supported me to join me in not just congratulating him, but offering our next president our good will and earnest effort to find ways to come together to find the necessary compromises to bridge our differences and help restore our prosperity, defend our security in a dangerous world, and leave our children and grandchildren a stronger, better country than we inherited.

Whatever our differences, we are fellow Americans. And please believe me when I say no association has ever meant more to me than that.


(APPLAUSE)


It is natural. It's natural, tonight, to feel some disappointment. But tomorrow, we must move beyond it and work together to get our country moving again.


AUDIENCE MEMBER: (OFF-MIKE)


We fought -- we fought as hard as we could. And though we feel short, the failure is mine, not yours.

AUDIENCE: No!


MCCAIN: I am so...


AUDIENCE: (CHANTING)


MCCAIN: I am so deeply grateful to all of you for the great honor of your support and for all you have done for me. I wish the outcome had been different, my friends.


AUDIENCE MEMBER: We do, too (OFF-MIKE)


MCCAIN: The road was a difficult one from the outset, but your support and friendship never wavered. I cannot adequately express how deeply indebted I am to you.


I'm especially grateful to my wife, Cindy, my children, my dear mother...


(APPLAUSE)


... my dear mother and all my family, and to the many old and dear friends who have stood by my side through the many ups and downs of this long campaign.


I have always been a fortunate man, and never more so for the love and encouragement you have given me.


You know, campaigns are often harder on a candidate's family than on the candidate, and that's been true in this campaign.


All I can offer in compensation is my love and gratitude and the promise of more peaceful years ahead.

I am also -- I am also, of course, very thankful to Governor Sarah Palin, one of the best campaigners I've ever seen...


(APPLAUSE)


... one of the best campaigners I have ever seen, and an impressive new voice in our party for reform and the principles that have always been our greatest strength...


(APPLAUSE)


... her husband Todd and their five beautiful children...


(APPLAUSE)


... for their tireless dedication to our cause, and the courage and grace they showed in the rough and tumble of a presidential campaign.


We can all look forward with great interest to her future service to Alaska, the Republican Party and our country.


(APPLAUSE)


To all my campaign comrades, from Rick Davis and Steve Schmidt and Mark Salter, to every last volunteer who fought so hard and valiantly, month after month, in what at times seemed to be the most challenged campaign in modern times, thank you so much. A lost election will never mean more to me than the privilege of your faith and friendship.


I don't know -- I don't know what more we could have done to try to win this election. I'll leave that to others to determine. Every candidate makes mistakes, and I'm sure I made my share of them. But I won't spend a moment of the future regretting what might have been.


This campaign was and will remain the great honor of my life, and my heart is filled with nothing but gratitude for the experience and to the American people for giving me a fair hearing before deciding that Senator Obama and my old friend Senator Joe Biden should have the honor of leading us for the next four years.


(BOOING)


Please. Please.


I would not -- I would not be an American worthy of the name should I regret a fate that has allowed me the extraordinary privilege of serving this country for a half a century.


half a century.


Today, I was a candidate for the highest office in the country I love so much. And tonight, I remain her servant. That is blessing enough for anyone, and I thank the people of Arizona for it.


(APPLAUSE)


AUDIENCE: USA. USA. USA. USA.


Tonight -- tonight, more than any night, I hold in my heart nothing but love for this country and for all its citizens, whether they supported me or Senator Obama -- whether they supported me or Senator Obama.

I wish Godspeed to the man who was my former opponent and will be my president. And I call on all Americans, as I have often in this campaign, to not despair of our present difficulties, but to believe, always, in the promise and greatness of America, because nothing is inevitable here.


Americans never quit. We never surrender.


(APPLAUSE)


We never hide from history. We make history.


Thank you, and God bless you, and God bless America. Thank you all very much.




And then from President-elect Obama:



BARACK OBAMA: Hello, Chicago.


(APPLAUSE)


If there is anyone out there who still doubts that America is a place where all things are possible, who still wonders if the dream of our founders is alive in our time, who still questions the power of our democracy, tonight is your answer.


(APPLAUSE)


It's the answer told by lines that stretched around schools and churches in numbers this nation has never seen, by people who waited three hours and four hours, many for the first time in their lives, because they believed that this time must be different, that their voices could be that difference.


It's the answer spoken by young and old, rich and poor, Democrat and Republican, black, white, Hispanic, Asian, Native American, gay, straight, disabled and not disabled. Americans who sent a message to the world that we have never been just a collection of individuals or a collection of red states and blue states.

We are, and always will be, the United States of America.


(APPLAUSE)


It's the answer that led those who've been told for so long by so many to be cynical and fearful and doubtful about what we can achieve to put their hands on the arc of history and bend it once more toward the hope of a better day.


It's been a long time coming, but tonight, because of what we did on this date in this election at this defining moment change has come to America.


(APPLAUSE)


A little bit earlier this evening, I received an extraordinarily gracious call from Senator McCain.


(APPLAUSE)


Senator McCain fought long and hard in this campaign. And he's fought even longer and harder for the country that he loves. He has endured sacrifices for America that most of us cannot begin to imagine. We are better off for the service rendered by this brave and selfless leader.


I congratulate him; I congratulate Governor Palin for all that they've achieved. And I look forward to working with them to renew this nation's promise in the months ahead.


(APPLAUSE)


I want to thank my partner in this journey, a man who campaigned from his heart, and spoke for the men and women he grew up with on the streets of Scranton...


(APPLAUSE)


... and rode with on the train home to Delaware, the vice president-elect of the United States, Joe Biden.

(APPLAUSE)


And I would not be standing here tonight without the unyielding support of my best friend for the last 16 years...


(APPLAUSE)


... the rock of our family, the love of my life, the nation's next first lady...


(APPLAUSE)


... Michelle Obama.


(APPLAUSE)


Sasha and Malia...


(APPLAUSE)


... I love you both more than you can imagine. And you have earned the new puppy that's coming with us...


(LAUGHTER)


... to the new White House.


(APPLAUSE)


And while she's no longer with us, I know my grandmother's watching, along with the family that made me who I am. I miss them tonight. I know that my debt to them is beyond measure.


To my sister Maya, my sister Alma, all my other brothers and sisters, thank you so much for all the support that you've given me. I am grateful to them.


(APPLAUSE)


And to my campaign manager, David Plouffe...


(APPLAUSE)


... the unsung hero of this campaign, who built the best -- the best political campaign, I think, in the history of the United States of America.


(APPLAUSE)


To my chief strategist David Axelrod...


(APPLAUSE)


... who's been a partner with me every step of the way. To the best campaign team ever assembled in the history of politics...


(APPLAUSE)


... you made this happen, and I am forever grateful for what you've sacrificed to get it done. But above all, I will never forget who this victory truly belongs to. It belongs to you. It belongs to you.

I was never the likeliest candidate for this office. We didn't start with much money or many endorsements. Our campaign was not hatched in the halls of Washington. It began in the backyards of Des Moines and the living rooms of Concord and the front porches of Charleston. It was built by working men and women who dug into what little savings they had to give $5 and $10 and $20 to the cause.

It grew strength from the young people who rejected the myth of their generation's apathy...



(APPLAUSE)


... who left their homes and their families for jobs that offered little pay and less sleep.

It drew strength from the not-so-young people who braved the bitter cold and scorching heat to knock on doors of perfect strangers, and from the millions of Americans who volunteered and organized and proved that more than two centuries later a government of the people, by the people, and for the people has not perished from the Earth.


This is your victory.


(APPLAUSE)


And I know you didn't do this just to win an election. And I know you didn't do it for me.


You did it because you understand the enormity of the task that lies ahead. For even as we celebrate tonight, we know the challenges that tomorrow will bring are the greatest of our lifetime -- two wars, a planet in peril, the worst financial crisis in a century.


Even as we stand here tonight, we know there are brave Americans waking up in the deserts of Iraq and the mountains of Afghanistan to risk their lives for us.


There are mothers and fathers who will lie awake after the children fall asleep and wonder how they'll make the mortgage or pay their doctors' bills or save enough for their child's college education.


There's new energy to harness, new jobs to be created, new schools to build, and threats to meet, alliances to repair.


The road ahead will be long. Our climb will be steep. We may not get there in one year or even in one term. But, America, I have never been more hopeful than I am tonight that we will get there.

I promise you, we as a people will get there.


(APPLAUSE)


AUDIENCE: Yes we can! Yes we can! Yes we can!


OBAMA: There will be setbacks and false starts. There are many who won't agree with every decision or policy I make as president. And we know the government can't solve every problem.


But I will always be honest with you about the challenges we face. I will listen to you, especially when we disagree. And, above all, I will ask you to join in the work of remaking this nation, the only way it's been done in America for 221 years -- block by block, brick by brick, calloused hand by calloused hand.


What began 21 months ago in the depths of winter cannot end on this autumn night.


This victory alone is not the change we seek. It is only the chance for us to make that change. And that cannot happen if we go back to the way things were.


It can't happen without you, without a new spirit of service, a new spirit of sacrifice.


So let us summon a new spirit of patriotism, of responsibility, where each of us resolves to pitch in and work harder and look after not only ourselves but each other.


Let us remember that, if this financial crisis taught us anything, it's that we cannot have a thriving Wall Street while Main Street suffers.


In this country, we rise or fall as one nation, as one people. Let's resist the temptation to fall back on the same partisanship and pettiness and immaturity that has poisoned our politics for so long.


Let's remember that it was a man from this state who first carried the banner of the Republican Party to the White House, a party founded on the values of self-reliance and individual liberty and national unity.


Those are values that we all share. And while the Democratic Party has won a great victory tonight, we do so with a measure of humility and determination to heal the divides that have held back our progress.


(APPLAUSE)


As Lincoln said to a nation far more divided than ours, we are not enemies but friends. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection.


And to those Americans whose support I have yet to earn, I may not have won your vote tonight, but I hear your voices. I need your help. And I will be your president, too.


(APPLAUSE)


And to all those watching tonight from beyond our shores, from parliaments and palaces, to those who are huddled around radios in the forgotten corners of the world, our stories are singular, but our destiny is shared, and a new dawn of American leadership is at hand.


(APPLAUSE)


To those -- to those who would tear the world down: We will defeat you. To those who seek peace and security: We support you. And to all those who have wondered if America's beacon still burns as bright: Tonight we proved once more that the true strength of our nation comes not from the might of our arms or the scale of our wealth, but from the enduring power of our ideals: democracy, liberty, opportunity and unyielding hope.


(APPLAUSE)


That's the true genius of America: that America can change. Our union can be perfected. What we've already achieved gives us hope for what we can and must achieve tomorrow.


This election had many firsts and many stories that will be told for generations. But one that's on my mind tonight's about a woman who cast her ballot in Atlanta. She's a lot like the millions of others who stood in line to make their voice heard in this election except for one thing: Ann Nixon Cooper is 106 years old.


(APPLAUSE)


She was born just a generation past slavery; a time when there were no cars on the road or planes in the sky; when someone like her couldn't vote for two reasons -- because she was a woman and because of the color of her skin.


And tonight, I think about all that she's seen throughout her century in America -- the heartache and the hope; the struggle and the progress; the times we were told that we can't, and the people who pressed on with that American creed: Yes we can.


At a time when women's voices were silenced and their hopes dismissed, she lived to see them stand up and speak out and reach for the ballot. Yes we can.


When there was despair in the dust bowl and depression across the land, she saw a nation conquer fear itself with a New Deal, new jobs, a new sense of common purpose. Yes we can.


AUDIENCE: Yes we can.


OBAMA: When the bombs fell on our harbor and tyranny threatened the world, she was there to witness a generation rise to greatness and a democracy was saved. Yes we can.


AUDIENCE: Yes we can.


OBAMA: She was there for the buses in Montgomery, the hoses in Birmingham, a bridge in Selma, and a preacher from Atlanta who told a people that "We Shall Overcome." Yes we can.


AUDIENCE: Yes we can.


OBAMA: A man touched down on the moon, a wall came down in Berlin, a world was connected by our own science and imagination.


And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change.


Yes we can.


AUDIENCE: Yes we can.


OBAMA: America, we have come so far. We have seen so much. But there is so much more to do. So tonight, let us ask ourselves -- if our children should live to see the next century; if my daughters should be so lucky to live as long as Ann Nixon Cooper, what change will they see?


What progress will we have made?


This is our chance to answer that call. This is our moment.


This is our time, to put our people back to work and open doors of opportunity for our kids; to restore prosperity and promote the cause of peace; to reclaim the American dream and reaffirm that fundamental truth, that, out of many, we are one; that while we breathe, we hope. And where we are met with cynicism and doubts and those who tell us that we can't, we will respond with that timeless creed that sums up the spirit of a people: Yes, we can.


(APPLAUSE)


Thank you. God bless you. And may God bless the United States of America.