I believe that I have an obligation to make disciples for Jesus. The Great Commission instructed Jesus' disciples to make disciples, baptize them, and teach them to obey everything He commanded (which included disciple making.) Those of us who consider ourselves followers of Jesus are called to help others become followers as well. As the Apostle Paul would say, "Follow me like I follow Jesus."
In a small group this past week, we had a great discussion about our part in this process. A common thread of concern over "our" qualifications to disciple came up. A few weeks ago I spoke with a lady who felt she was not a good enough example. This past week I heard from a gentleman that he didn't want to mess somebody else up. This was not just an excuse. He meant it.
Disciple making is, at its heart, introducing other people to Jesus and demonstrating what it means to follow Him. If we are followers, we have enough experience and expertise to show someone else how to do that. None of us are "perfect" followers, but frankly I don't know what that would look like anyway.
When I was a youth minister, we used to carpool our kids everywhere. The youth group was fairly large so we needed multiple vehicles. It was very common that we would lose a van or two occasionally. Even while the vehicles were lost, they were still trying to follow the lead car. Following is a process. We always wound up in the same place in the end whether the followers followed well or the leaders led poorly. In my 10 years of youth ministry, we always arrived at our destination. That is our goal in discipleship.
Perfection is not the standard for the leader of followers. Following is. As long as we are following Jesus, we can demonstrate what that looks like. In our good times and our bad, we show others what it is like to follow Jesus. He is the model of perfection; we are not and never will be.
I am sure that Peter told his story of following Jesus. I doubt that he left out the denials, ear cutting, drowning moments. All of our following is vitale information for those who follow behind us. They are living life just as we are, and chances are they will face the same struggles we do. They need our example (good and bad).
Finally, I realized as I was prepping for this weeks message that we are called to make followers not fully mature Christians. Making disciples entails helping others find their way in Jesus. The maturity process happens within community for sure, but that is not left solely to us. It happens with the help of God's Spirit living within us. When we make disciples, we are just pointing other searchers toward the one who can make their life complete. He will fill them with living water. He will make them like Himself. He will . . .
We just need to point the way.
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
Monday, April 15, 2013
The Mentor I Only Met Once
It was in Nashville about 20 years ago that I met Brennan Manning for the first and only time. An honest, broken, addicted man. He was a grace-loving, grace-needing, grace-sharing preacher for the ages. He changed my life with a brief message that started a seismic shift within the mantle of my faith.
Brennan and I are very different people. He grew up Catholic, and I grew up Protestant. He was an alcoholic, and I have chosen to not drink alcohol. He is an established writer with best selling books, and I have a blog that no one reads. He has shared the gospel with hundreds of thousands of people, and I have shared the gospel with many fewer. But, we are just alike in that we are both sinners with the hope of God's grace as our only real plan to deal with this fact.
I have no desire to turn this blog into a confessional exercise, but suffice it to say that I have no delusion of grandeur in my personal or public life. I am a frail, sinful, imperfect, petty, scared man who needs a redeemer. Just like Brennan.
I mentioned to my wife, Paula, that Brennan reminded me of someone who knew all the answers to a test but couldn't pass the exam. Then, as I was haunted by what I said, I realized that perhaps Brennan knew a deeper truth-"There is no spoon." I mean "exam." If you know the answer (Jesus), you have passed the test. The rest of life falls into the "unimportant" category.
I remember taking a test from a professor that challenged my need to succeed. It was that old "read the whole test before you answer any questions" trick where the last question instructs you to not answer any of the questions and simply write your name on the test and turn it in for an A. Just maybe Brennan followed the instructions better than the rest of us.
We want to do well on the test to prove something, and we are going to answer those questions even if we have been told that we should not even go there. We want to demonstrate that we deserve His attention and his devotion. We are worthy. We are pathetic. The words of the Pharisee from Luke 18, "I thank you, God, that I am not a sinner like everyone else" (NLT) are ringing in my ears.
Brennan never pretended to have it all together. In fact, I have never known of anyone so transparent. He struggled, but we all struggle. He failed, but we all failed. He is free; I pray that we will all find freedom.
"O God, be merciful to me, for I am a sinner." Luke 18:13
Brennan and I are very different people. He grew up Catholic, and I grew up Protestant. He was an alcoholic, and I have chosen to not drink alcohol. He is an established writer with best selling books, and I have a blog that no one reads. He has shared the gospel with hundreds of thousands of people, and I have shared the gospel with many fewer. But, we are just alike in that we are both sinners with the hope of God's grace as our only real plan to deal with this fact.
I have no desire to turn this blog into a confessional exercise, but suffice it to say that I have no delusion of grandeur in my personal or public life. I am a frail, sinful, imperfect, petty, scared man who needs a redeemer. Just like Brennan.
I mentioned to my wife, Paula, that Brennan reminded me of someone who knew all the answers to a test but couldn't pass the exam. Then, as I was haunted by what I said, I realized that perhaps Brennan knew a deeper truth-"There is no spoon." I mean "exam." If you know the answer (Jesus), you have passed the test. The rest of life falls into the "unimportant" category.
I remember taking a test from a professor that challenged my need to succeed. It was that old "read the whole test before you answer any questions" trick where the last question instructs you to not answer any of the questions and simply write your name on the test and turn it in for an A. Just maybe Brennan followed the instructions better than the rest of us.
We want to do well on the test to prove something, and we are going to answer those questions even if we have been told that we should not even go there. We want to demonstrate that we deserve His attention and his devotion. We are worthy. We are pathetic. The words of the Pharisee from Luke 18, "I thank you, God, that I am not a sinner like everyone else" (NLT) are ringing in my ears.
Brennan never pretended to have it all together. In fact, I have never known of anyone so transparent. He struggled, but we all struggle. He failed, but we all failed. He is free; I pray that we will all find freedom.
"O God, be merciful to me, for I am a sinner." Luke 18:13
Thursday, April 11, 2013
The Called Out and the Called
The Church is a collection of individuals who have been called. Individuals are called. The Church is a collection of the individual callings of those who have been called. Still, individuals are called; churches are collections of those who are called.
During my lifetime, the work of the Church has been placed upon the backs of the collective body of those called instead of on the individuals that make up the church. The congregation is responsible for worship, discipleship, encouragement, outreach, service, etc. The individual's responsibility within this framework is to accomplish the work of the Church. The responsibility of the individual has been replaced by the responsibility of the collective. The body of Christ image has been distorted to refer to the function of the whole without the required function of the individual. We speak about 80/20 rules and the like.
There are a few implications that concern me. (1) The locus of individual response to the call of God is now primarily understood in congregational terms [i.e. an individual serves on a mission board of the local church]. (2) Calling is seen as a function of the Church and not an individual response to the call of God. (3) Calling as the central characteristic of the assembly has been replaced by membership or identification. (4) Accomplishment of the work of the Church is now defined by "our" work instead of "my" work. (5) The missional understanding of calling diminishes when we generalize the Christian life in terms of our collective life. (6) The valuation of ones calling becomes a reflection of the shared ideals of the group rather than the innate working of God within you [i.e. variety is undervalued while homogenous coersion is the natural outcome].
I love the Church. As a pastor whose calling is to care for God's flock, God's people are my life. While we must accomplish what God has called us to do, that will never happen without you doing what God has called you to do. I see the individual calling as having primacy over the actions of the group. Both are essential and in some ways the same, but we should never look so intently at the church that we stop seeing the individuals (and callings) that make up that church. Individuals should not have to fit into the church's mold; individuals should mold our image of the church.
During my lifetime, the work of the Church has been placed upon the backs of the collective body of those called instead of on the individuals that make up the church. The congregation is responsible for worship, discipleship, encouragement, outreach, service, etc. The individual's responsibility within this framework is to accomplish the work of the Church. The responsibility of the individual has been replaced by the responsibility of the collective. The body of Christ image has been distorted to refer to the function of the whole without the required function of the individual. We speak about 80/20 rules and the like.
There are a few implications that concern me. (1) The locus of individual response to the call of God is now primarily understood in congregational terms [i.e. an individual serves on a mission board of the local church]. (2) Calling is seen as a function of the Church and not an individual response to the call of God. (3) Calling as the central characteristic of the assembly has been replaced by membership or identification. (4) Accomplishment of the work of the Church is now defined by "our" work instead of "my" work. (5) The missional understanding of calling diminishes when we generalize the Christian life in terms of our collective life. (6) The valuation of ones calling becomes a reflection of the shared ideals of the group rather than the innate working of God within you [i.e. variety is undervalued while homogenous coersion is the natural outcome].
I love the Church. As a pastor whose calling is to care for God's flock, God's people are my life. While we must accomplish what God has called us to do, that will never happen without you doing what God has called you to do. I see the individual calling as having primacy over the actions of the group. Both are essential and in some ways the same, but we should never look so intently at the church that we stop seeing the individuals (and callings) that make up that church. Individuals should not have to fit into the church's mold; individuals should mold our image of the church.
Monday, April 8, 2013
C & E Attenders
Early in my ministerial career, which has now spanned almost 24 years, there was a level of disdain amongst the clergy for those who would only darken the door of the church twice a year (Christmas and Easter). The sentiment seemed to convey a certain condemning attitude toward those who merely attending out of reverence for the high seasons of our American Christianity. Needless to say, "those" people were seen as somehow less spiritual because of their infrequent stops to the cathedral or temple. An animus existed that was palpable.
It is good to see that we have evolved and moved on from that archaic position. We now can celebrate the fact that so many of our people only visit on the high holy days. Joyous shrieks could be heard around the nation this past week as the numbers were being counted for our multiple extra services offered to handle the overflow. Our past sadness over families visiting only out of tradition and semianual guilt has been traded for the exultation of record numbers and souls engaged. We can now lift up the C & E attender as a new target audience. We sure have matured over the years.
I must admit that I am not so evolved. I weep the week after Easter when a third of the crowd is missing. It pains me to realize there are many I will not see until Christmas rolls around. I hurt, not because I have disdain or contempt for these people, but because I know the truth. What truth?
I know that being God's people is something that happens within the context of a shared life. With church families living miles apart instead of next door, a sporadic attendance leaves many of our people disconnected and isolated. The joy and strength that come in the common life are difficult to harness within the framework of 3 hours per year split between two events 4 or 5 months apart. I know that the best part of us is us. Not just us. It's God in us, but you will not get to see very much of that with a quick drivethru approach. We are best known over short conversations, regular times of sharing and connection, intense times of prayer, soul stirring worship, and moments of shared joy and grief. Most of us require multiple encounters before we are really ever willing to let someone else through our rough exterior. We need time. Certainly more than 3 hours a year. (By the way, if our gatherings are shows that people come to watch, they might not even get 3 hours per year of koinonia. I'm just sayin'.)
Two years ago we finally doubled our annual attendance average on Easter Sunday. Should I celebrate that fact or mourn the fact that a large percentage of that crowd would not be seen for another 8 month? Joy or sadness, which side are you on?
[DISCLAIMER: While I would like to spend more than 3 hours per year worshipping with my church family, I do prefer that to nothing. Family is family no matter how often we see each other. This post is not about judgment, just lament.]
It is good to see that we have evolved and moved on from that archaic position. We now can celebrate the fact that so many of our people only visit on the high holy days. Joyous shrieks could be heard around the nation this past week as the numbers were being counted for our multiple extra services offered to handle the overflow. Our past sadness over families visiting only out of tradition and semianual guilt has been traded for the exultation of record numbers and souls engaged. We can now lift up the C & E attender as a new target audience. We sure have matured over the years.
I must admit that I am not so evolved. I weep the week after Easter when a third of the crowd is missing. It pains me to realize there are many I will not see until Christmas rolls around. I hurt, not because I have disdain or contempt for these people, but because I know the truth. What truth?
I know that being God's people is something that happens within the context of a shared life. With church families living miles apart instead of next door, a sporadic attendance leaves many of our people disconnected and isolated. The joy and strength that come in the common life are difficult to harness within the framework of 3 hours per year split between two events 4 or 5 months apart. I know that the best part of us is us. Not just us. It's God in us, but you will not get to see very much of that with a quick drivethru approach. We are best known over short conversations, regular times of sharing and connection, intense times of prayer, soul stirring worship, and moments of shared joy and grief. Most of us require multiple encounters before we are really ever willing to let someone else through our rough exterior. We need time. Certainly more than 3 hours a year. (By the way, if our gatherings are shows that people come to watch, they might not even get 3 hours per year of koinonia. I'm just sayin'.)
Two years ago we finally doubled our annual attendance average on Easter Sunday. Should I celebrate that fact or mourn the fact that a large percentage of that crowd would not be seen for another 8 month? Joy or sadness, which side are you on?
[DISCLAIMER: While I would like to spend more than 3 hours per year worshipping with my church family, I do prefer that to nothing. Family is family no matter how often we see each other. This post is not about judgment, just lament.]
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