I found this today, via Jonny Baker, and love it absolutely. I am often frustrated when people come and say, “God told me…blahblahblah…” How is a pastor/person/human supposed to answer that. In reality “God told me” is the Christianese equivalent of
“Don’t you be holding me accountable, you unspiritual freaknut. How on earth do you think you can tell me what God is saying and what he ain’t? You are so unspiritual! Have you even read through the Bible three times in one year? How long was your quiet time today? That’s it – I gotta go down to the local charismatic church and get the ‘spirit’ (which is Christianese for ‘get my freak on’).
So, I’m opinionated here too…
Here’s the a really cool reflection that I read online from one of the students who went to San Francisco. It’s really honest and earnest.
I’ll post some of my memories later…
I’m back from San Francisco!
It was an intense and meaningful week. The service we did in the communities was outstanding and we helped to make people’s lives just a little closer to the reality that Christ has for them. It wrecked me to see the situations kids were in and to think of my own son, for whom I take so much for granted.
Perhaps most personally moving for me was driving through Yreka, CA both ways. It was, of course, the home of Mike Yaconelli, one of my life shapers. I spent time praying for youth workers and pastors all over the world while driving through as I was struck that I am sure prayers for youth pastors, myself included, had risen from that valley so many times before. Mike certainly did not know my name, but he knew my heart, and that’s the best! I’ll end with a backdoor qoute from Yaconelli…
I’m in awe of youth workers, and I think Jesus is, too.
I just wish the Church felt the same.
This is an online church called Church of Fools. It is an effort by Christians in England to give people a place online where they can connect with God. It is truly a shift in outreaching principles. Previous to the reorientation, we would assume (I use that word intentionally…) that a flashy website with good-looking people on it would attract people. And then they could be presented (read:tricked) with the gospel. Therewithin, modern evangelism at it’s proudest moments.
This church is ancient looking, quiet and one of the characters you can assume bears a striking resemblance to Ned Flanders.
Within the walls of this church you will find people who are respecting the holy space, and conversing the an adjoining room. Where people regularly gather to gain truth. To make truth true (mad props:Andrew Jones).
It’s worth a visit. It’s worth more than a visit.
But what do you think?
Is this a viable outreach? Is it an excuse waiting to happen for lazy Christians? Comment if you’d like and help the truth here become true.
I need to get back to studying and posting – been pouring into myself as of late – and I’m about overflowing and ready to pour some more out. Looks like fun times ahead.
All this is inspired by Andrew Jones, whom I don’t know, but am becoming acquainted with. So check out his aniversary post and the call to excellence he gives.
Feeling like moving to France,
Here’s a pretty amazing post by T-heresa, which I hope you find engaging.
She’s a good kid that will pan out, she thinks I am going to take the youth ministry to these amazing places…secret is, I just want to show the way – she can take them there!
On Friday I participated in a man’s last communion. It was something that I never thought I’d ever be doing, yet there I was, with another pastor, ministering a man through his death. It was unlike anything else in the world. The man ended up passing away that evening and the funeral services are this week.
It was one of those moments where being a “youth pastor” was superceded by being a “man of God.” At least that is what “qualified” me to be with these people at this time. What was amazing to me is that people looked to me like I knew what was going on, like I could handle this. The only thing I had a handle on was the assurance that another pastor was going to be there, and he knew what to do. In the moments that I was there alone, before my pastor friend arrived, I came to see in a real and fresh way what it meant to be fully present. Nobody expected me to do anything, they just appreciated my being there. I simply visited, prayed, participated in some of a disciple’s last hours on earth.
Just another day? No way.