Utah, part 3

Ok, so here’s the whole rundown on our trip to Utah so far:

Mountain View Community Church in Clovis sent three teams to the Salt Lake City area to support Mennonite Brethren church plants. One team was mostly youth, one team is ours, and I’m not sure who comprises the third team. Here’s our team:

  • Dave and Connie Thiessen – Dave is one of the pastors at Mountain View. Their kids are with family while they’re on this trip.
  • Milo – Single adult. Milo installs granite countertops and he’s a 4-year old Christian with a hearty laugh and a good heart. This is his second mission trip. His previous was a trip to Kenya last summer with Mountain View. Milo rode to Utah with us.
  • Rob and Sarah Jackson + Noah, Grace and Josh – These are our good friends. Their older daughter Gabrielle is on the youth team and their oldest daughter stayed home to work.
  • Andrew and Lisa Shinn + Liam – This is us! Liam is a lot of work, crawled during the trip for the first time, and is an absolute joy to have around.

Our team is working with the Daybreak campus of Shadow mountain church. The campus pastor is Michael Trostrud, who moved here from Reedley about two years ago. Lisa, Liam and I are staying with him, his wife Rachel, and their two lovely kids.

Yesterday, today and tomorrow our team is running carnivals in local parks. These are free to the kids and lots of fun. There’s no obligation, and the only church presence is a booth with a few flyers on it for the parents of the kids. We’ve been doing face painting, sack races, water gun games, bubble-blowing, and football-kicking. To let people know about these carnivals we’ve passed out flyers to the neighborhoods surrounding the parks. The irony of pairs of Christians going to the front doors of Mormon people was not lost on me.

Saturday, Sunday and Monday we’re going to be running family vacation bible school. It’s a new take on an old concept, and it should be pretty fun. The basic idea is this: in a church with so many new Christians, lots of parents don’t know how to teach their kids about the Bible because it’s often new material for the parents. So if we can study the Bible together as a family, hopefully the parents can take away some methods and means for teaching their kids about the bible in the future. This idea seems particularly relevant here in Utah, where family is everything and time spent together is golden.

That’s at least a thumbnail sketch of what’s going on. I’ll share more if you have questions. Leave them in the comments and enjoy the photos to follow!

Searching for our nation’s soul

Why is it that my thoughts are so oft drawn to the intersection between religion and politics? I’ve been reading (more accurately listening to) Joseph J. Ellis’s book on the post-revolutionary founding of the United States: Founding Brothers. As I scan the historic countenances of our national forefathers, I’m always watching for evidence in their writing to indicate their true religious convictions. Truly, men of such deep and far-reaching thought must occasionally turn their minds to their personal destinies beyond death. And I’m not disappointed:

John Adams was known to his contemporaries for his strong Christian convictions. Most of his peers appear, in the sheen of history, silently annoyed by the professions of faith and morality that sounded so much like the New England puritan that, in fact, he was.

George Washington hasn’t fully emerged from the mists of time to tell me of his deepest inclinations. Known to be a Mason, he displayed firm character in battle, reservation in politics, and a vexing willingness to hold his tongue in the 1790 debates on slavery. His faith appears to be deep. So deep, in fact, that remaining evidences of it emerge mostly from speculation, it seems.

Thomas Jefferson had a quirky, murky inner life. He seemed to hold very true to the deistic Masonic belief in a god. He was known to have edited the gospels (with scissors!) to bring them more into line with his own beliefs. He once said, “I tremble for my country when I consider that god is a just god, and that his justice cannot sleep forever.” He was referring to the coming blight of slavery, which he seemingly abhorred just slightly less than the idea of a rift in the Union, and it’s not clear whether he was referring to Virginia or the United States of America when he referred to his country. His approach to religion seems best summed up by the following quote from the 1995 movie, “The Usual Suspects“: “I don’t believe in God, but I fear him.”

Benjamin Franklin, though born in Boston to puritan parents, started his life as a committed Atheist. He seems to have lost his faith in Atheism as he matured and saw more of the world than most in his generation. But that doesn’t mean he actually converted wholesale to bible-believing Christianity. He, too, seems to line up more with Jeffersonian deism. At one point, he actually edited the Lord’s Prayer for grammar, brevity, and better adherence to his own views. Later in life, he would attend and listen to the preaching of George Whitefield. He appreciated the preacher’s effects on him to such an extent that his later visits to the man’s meetings saw him carrying only that sum of money he was willing to part with in the collection. But he stopped just short of a wholesale conversion, probably thinking himself too tempered and measured to let his emotions decide such matters for him.

When I admiringly examine these men, who have become heroes to me for various reasons, I am sometimes tempted to despair. Taken collectively, their views seem to merge into the sort of ‘publick religion’ argued for by John Meacham in his fascinating book, “American Gospel“. They don’t seem at all the sort of Christian men I’ve heard described in debates on school prayer and abortion law. Some have told me that linguistic differences account for this phenomenon. They say that when these men use words like ‘Providence’, they were obliquely referencing such concepts as ‘a saving knowledge of and personal relationship with Jesus Christ’. I’m willing to partially concede this point, as linguistics have changed. But not fully.

My reasoning stems from the words and example of another man, their contemporary. He was a little-known Quaker who never signed the declaration of independence or graced the world’s stage in any meaningful way. But he did keep a journal, his version of a blog, if you will.

John Woolman died in 1774, before the American States earned their independence with blood, cleverness, and some darn good diplomacy. He started his working life as a shop clerk and eventually became a traveling speaker amongst the Society of the Friends, or the Quakers. His message was that of emancipation of slaves, and his appeal (like his journal) was entirely spiritual. He refers directly to Christ as his saviour and God as his heavenly Father. His understanding of his own sin is very personal, unlike Jefferson’s references to god’s wrath against his nation’s injustices. A man of such humility that he seems to intentionally play down his own importance in world events around him, he stands in this regard in direct comparison with Franklin, who, for all his wisdom, seldom denied his ego or his libido. Woolman’s faith seems to resonate through the pages of history with the mystical faith of Paul of Tarsus (who wrote several letters with which you may be familiar).

The Quakers were pacifists who largely sat out the American revolution. It’s worth noting that they brought the issue of slavery to the forefront of the national consciousness in 1790, three years after the U.S. Constitution was signed, by petitioning congress for the end of the detestable practice. Congress’s first reaction? In so many words, “What credibility have these pacifists who refused to shed their own blood to the secure the freedom with which they now speak?” That’s a refrain that echoes still today, even in my neighborhood. But their message against slavery was a clarion call that emanated from their own consciences, and in the back of their minds they surely heard the unadulterated voice of John Woolman urging them to obey their God.

References:

Founding Brothers by Joseph J. Ellis

The First American, The Life and Times of Benjamin Franklin by H.W. Brands

The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin by Benjamin Franklin (unfinished work)

1776 by David McCullough

John Adams by David McCullough

American Gospel: God, the Founding Fathers, and the Making of a Nation by John Meacham

The Journal of John Woolman taken from the Harvard Classics (my copy published 1909)

The Depths of My Own Murky Mind by Andrew Shinn

Dorothy

I met Dorothy this morning when she walked into my studio. She wanted pictures of her hands because she says she fell on them while holding a phone. Dorothy says a lot of things. I wonder if some of them are only true in her head. She has a real eye for details, but not always the important ones. She’s hard to talk to but very easy to listen to. She was born in 1924 in Oklahoma, and all her time in California (including the 60’s in San Fransisco, from what I gather) hasn’t totally removed the twang from her voice. She’s a beautiful woman, and Jesus has a special place in his arms for her.

Salvation and Parenthood

Salvation has always been a mystery to me.  Not all of it, mind you.  I’ve long stood in awe of the poignancy of God’s provision for us.  I’ve explored the options in the avenue of my mind and can only see one way for redemption to work out: for God to sacrifice some part of himself to satisfy the wrath that his perfect holiness and justice demand.  Bt the ‘why’ part of salvation has always been a black box to me.  I can see it from the outside; rotate it around and see that it works.  But exactly why it works has been beyond my comprehension.  I can see man’s fallen-nes and God’s holiness.  I can see God’s provision in the sacrifice of Jesus.  But as I look at what God has to gain from this whole deal, I’ve been stumped.  It’s always seemed like He has a lot to lose and nothing to gain; like he sacrificed with no end or reward.

Today all of that changed.  As I sat in church and ached to hold my baby son in my arms, I finally understood.  Sometimes I hold him and he’ll look around.  In those moments, the thing I want most in the world is for him to pay attention to me.  But I understand when he doesn’t, because that’s the same way I treat God.  He holds me and provides for me, but I don’t always take time to look in his face.

We were singing a song that has the line, “You tore the veil; you made a way,” when it hit me.  God’s provision wasn’t a cold, austere one.  God was on a rescue mission; he was desperate.  He would do anything to reach out and grab his children, whom he loves so much more than I can love my own.  In fact, he DID do anything and everything when he sacrificed his own life in a desperate, half-failing 11th hour run at salvation.  And he did it all to see the look on my face.  You know the look I mean: the one that a baby has when he looks into his daddy’s face with utter ecstatic joy simply because they have a relationship.  I think I’d do about anything for that look.  God’s love isn’t a mystery to me anymore.  Now it’s real and it’s precious.  I need to make sure to take time to look into my heavenly daddy’s face for the simple joy that it will bring him.

Their Hipocrisy, My Hipocrisy

Yesterday I spent an hour or two investigating the lifestyles of tele-evangelists and other Christian leaders. This link provides reasonably-researched information with a minimum of commentary: Lavish Lifestyles of Evangelists. (Warning: there’s so much information here that you could spend quite a bit if time reading it.  Site opens in a new window.)

I was all prepared to rail against the hipocrisy of these Christian leaders.  Since when is it okay for Pat Robertson to associate with murderous African dictators for the purposes of mining diamonds or for Kenneth Copeland to fly a fleet of jets worth $50-$60 million?  How is that suffering for the gospel?

But I stopped short.  As I wrote this blog post in my head, I realized that I have no moral authority to make those statements.  You see, I have my own sin issues.  And as much as those things make me sick, my own sin sickens the Holy Spirit.  Are there grades of hipocrisy? Is there some way I can speak out against my brothers without first dealing with my own speck?

I realized this morning in the shower that the only antidote for hipocrisy is another h-word: humility. When I before God humble myself and confess my pride, then before my brothers humble myelf and confess my sin, I earn the moral authority to grab the plank in my brother’s eye.

But then I started to question whether men like Pat Robertson and Kenneth Copeland are even my brothers.  Do they follow a God that asks for sacrifice, or just a god that asks their followers to sacrifice?  Are they committed to leaving everything to follow Christ, or are they leaving Christ to follow everything?  It’s important that I ask these questions of myself, because Jesus certainly asks the same questions of me.

For what it’s worth (rather a lot, I think), Peter writes the following in the second chapter of the book of Second Peter:  “But there were also false prophets among the people, just as there will be false teachers among you. They will secretly introduce destructive heresies, even denying the sovereign Lord who bought them—bringing swift destruction on themselves. Many will follow their shameful ways and will bring the way of truth into disrepute. In their greed these teachers will exploit you with stories they have made up. Their condemnation has long been hanging over them, and their destruction has not been sleeping.”

Have these men brought the way of truth into disrepute?  Maybe.  But that’s a question I cannot answer.  Will I bring the way of truth into disrepute?  Will you?  As Shakespeare said, “THAT is the question.”

Your bluetooth connection to God

I see people all over the place wearing these new bluetooth headsets. You know, the kind that lets you talk on your cell phone without having to be connected to it via a wire. Those things are pretty neat, but there are downsides to them, too. When I talk with someone who is wearing one, I can never tell whether they’re on the phone.

Our prayer life should be like that, as well. Several times in the Paul’s epistles, he tells his readers (and by extension, us) to pray ceaselessly. Praying ceaselessly doesn’t have to mean that you’re always walking around with your eyes closed or constantly muttering under your breath or moving your lips (unless you want to scare the people around you), but your mind should be continually ready to jump to prayer, to bring everything to God. Keep your spiritual bluetooth headset on so that you can be ready to pray about everything. And next time you see someone wearing one of those headsets, let it remind you to pray!

Growing old – growing bitter?

I’ve always assumed that as Christians, when we grow in age, we also grow in grace. Lots of recent empirical evidence contradicts this notion this very strongly. Throwing aside this fundamental assumption really throws into question for me the nature of spiritual growth. Will I be mean when I’m older? Is this why people stick their older relatives in care facilities and never visit them? Is living long really a blessing, or just one long chance to be bitter? I’ve never had so many unpleasant conversations in the course of two months, and they’re all with people who are older than 65 or 70. I’m really not sure what to think about that.

The power of a good story

I’ve been reflecting lately on the power of a good story. I’ve consumed several lately, as I’ve been listening to The Chronicles of Narnia on my iPod. While I stood in church Sunday morning, I found it easier to reflect on particular qualities of God’s nature because of my recent familiarity with Aslan, the Christ-type figure in C.S. Lewis’s wonderful series. And when we sing Matt Redman’s anthem-like song, “Never Let Go”, I can’t help but think back to the movie, “The Guardian”, in which that phrase is a foundation of the story. These stories help me to know about God, to synthesize the world in more meaningful ways. Take some time this week and look for a good story. Don’t let the story end with the last page, but bring it into your life and world. Let a good story make an impact on the way you see, and let it direct the eyes of your consciousness heavenward.