Showing posts with label Christian service. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christian service. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

My Greatest Embarrassment as a Christian



A CONFESSION
I am going to step out on a limb here and talk about one of my biggest embarrassments as a Christian.

It can be summed up in a word that militant atheists like Richard Dawkins and Dan Dennet use to slam Christians.

It is the term "Sheeple."

You know, as in "Sheep People."

Our haters take an image that is used throughout Christian and Hebrew holy scriptures to ridicule our characters. They see "Sheeple" as mindless, blind followers of a faith that is just a front for power hungry manipulators.

CAUGHT CHEWING THE CHRISTIAN CUD
"Sheeple" line up at the feeding trough and bleat helplessly until someone comes to feed them.

"Sheeple" wander around directionless, guided only by their most basic needs, depending on a nonexistent Deity to show them where to go and what to do.

"Sheeple" moan pitifully when the pastures are not green and the Shepherd didn't show up or the fodder was not to their liking.

"Sheeple" can't do anything on their own. Their lives are run by fear and superstition and ignorance. They need someone to tell them what to do , where to go, what to think.

"Sheeple" abandon their own, moving on to the next clump of green grass while their fellows who have been caught in danger and mired in muck bleat helplessly for someone to come extricate them from their circumstances.

WHEN THIS SHOE FITS . . . GO BAREFOOT
Why am I embarrassed? Not because some blowhards who make their living off of intellectual bullying call me names.

I become embarrassed because far too often, the shoe fits. 

In far too many cases that term "Sheeple" is a perfect description of the attitudes and actions of those of us who call ourselves "Christian."

When was the last time you picked up a Bible to learn something about the God you worship?

When was the last time you stepped up to actually do something that you know Christ wants you to do but that was inconvenient, or made you uncomfortable, or that you were afraid you might fail at?

On the other hand, when was the last time you complained because the worship service didn't "feed" you, or the church's ministry wasn't "dynamic" enough or God forbid, the people you worship with don't suit your taste?

Or the last time you shunned someone who doesn't believe what you believe or live the way that you live? Or because their choices made you uncomfortable?

When was the last time you passed up a fellow church member, let alone a child of God who was unknown to you, because you were too busy or afraid, didn't care for the circumstances, or didn't like the other Christians you would have to work with in order to HELP SOMEBODY??

I AM NOT ASHAMED OF THE GOSPEL
Listen, I am not ashamed of the fact that I am God's lamb. I am a sheep of his pasture. Dawkins and Dennet will never understand how the term applies to me.

But they sure understand how, far too often, I don't live up to the Lamb's vision of me, of how often I live down to the Hater in Chief, the Devil's, estimation of me.

I want to be Christ's lamb, I want to be a member of his fold, to be protected and loved and nurtured by a gentle Shepherd who says to me, "come unto me all you who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

Washing Feet of a Homeless Woman
Photo Credit: Mark Grace
I REFUSE TO BE SHOVED INTO SOMEONE ELSE'S STEREO-TYPE
But I also want to be a member of God's Chosen Generation, A Priest of the Lamb, a warrior fully clothed in the armor of God, a leading citizen in that Holy Nation, a one-percenter among the people of this world- not merely of the US of A- but a unique, fully called and completely actualized Child of the Christ who showed me what the abundant, royal life is all about.

I do NOT want to be counted among those whose sum and substance was to only ever graze contentedly in green pastures and lounge by still waters while somebody else did the work.  I don't want to be the one who constantly criticized the work of other Christians and bleated helplessly about how we should be doing better while doing NOTHING to live UP to God's calling on my own life.

When Christ comes back, I know that I will not be able to say that I lived a perfect life.

I just don't want the Alpha and the Omega to wrap his arms around me while I bleat helpless excuses about why I was not able to have done better. I want to hear my Savior say to me, "Well done thy good and faithful servant."

What about you? What embarrasses you about being a Christian?  And what is your personal vision of the kind of stereotype busting follower of Christ that you want to be?  Leave a comment!


Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Choosing The Best Part: Women & The Call To Ministry

Linda in Paris . . .
Photo Credit: Mark Grace


Linda was back in the pulpit on Sunday after taking the summer off due to a combination of health and work related demands.  As I watched her baptize Aley then preach, I found myself feeling unexpectedly protective, a combination of uneasy vigilance and fearful anticipation.  Every sense seemed to be heightened; my heart was pumping a little too fast the whole time. 

That is a new experience. It came as a big surprise. Perhaps it shouldn’t have, considering all that she has been through this summer, but that is another essay for another time. 

PAY ATTENTION TO YOUR LIFE

Linda preached about Jesus’ visit to Martha and Mary’s house.  Even though I had the advantage of a sneak preview of her message, I found myself getting caught up in the story as if for the very first time.  Something that she said as we were discussing the passage hit home with much greater clarity on Sunday morning.  “A number of theologians see this story as a call narrative,” she told us, “much like the narratives that related the call of the male disciples.” As I listened, it occurred to me that Jesus encountered each of those disciples in the midst of their daily occupations just as he encounters Mary and Martha in this story.

“I was living in Barnwell, South Carolina,” Linda told us.  “I had taken a job as an industrial engineer for a carpet manufacturer there.  I began to feel, however, as though God did not intend for me to spend the rest of my life making carpet.”

As I listened to her story, I remember hearing Linda talk about how she had first felt as though God were calling her into the ministry as a teenager.  Like many teenagers, she wasn’t attracted to the idea.  “I spent my teen and college years searching.  I did not feel as though I were out of relationship to God, so much as I just found myself in one long debate.” 

Today I asked her to tell me a little more about those on-again-and-off-again debates with God.   She paused for a long time, seeming to be wrapped up in thought.  “Well, I took long drives in the country and just sort of argued with God, mostly about how I was right to do what I wanted to do.”  She laughed and said, “You know I can be pretty stubborn.”

“When I got to Barnwell, I began to feel alone and lonely.  I started going to church just to have a social group, but it gradually grew to something deeper, something that had a larger meaning for me than just passing the time.”
In her sermon yesterday, Linda lifted up for us the ways in which both Martha and Mary were paying attention to their lives.  Though the clear pattern of preaching on the story at this point in Christian history is to cast Martha as wrong and Mary as having it right, Linda invited us to take a slightly different view of the story.  “Jesus relates to both women in a respectful and affectionate manner.  He receives Mary, who sits at his feet along with the men and he talks to Martha in a gentle and patient tone.”

Indeed, ClaraBeth Speel Van de Water, in her exposition of the story, points out that the exchange between Jesus and Martha probably should be interpreted something like this: “Martha, my dear Martha, you are getting stressed by making too many things (preparing too many dishes for the meal) when we only need a simple meal . . .” Indeed, Jesus is inviting Martha to pay attention to her life, to let go of her desire to please long enough to actually learn something from her sister, and more importantly, from Jesus.

Martha’s approach was not necessarily inferior to Mary’s. Both forms of discipleship are affirmed in the early church. It was Martha’s temptation to get caught up in doing for Jesus that caused him to invite her to look at her life.

“The more I talked to my pastor, Billy Vaughn, the more I became convinced that God was calling me into full time ministry.” Billy gave Linda and her fellow church members a chance to explore God’s purpose for her life when he initiated a Wednesday night Bible study on the role of women in the New Testament. 

Whenever I hear Linda tell this part of her story, I find myself feeling a fierce gratitude to this minister whom I have never known. It was rare in Southern Baptist circles back in the eighties for male ministers to be as open as this man was to the possibility that God might be calling a woman. It was even rarer for a church leader to take the step to nurture that sense of calling within a context of deep faith in the Scriptures.

MAKE A DECISION TO FOLLOW GOD’S CALL

Jesus invites Martha to look at her life, and he lifts up Mary’s decision to follow Christ by choosing “the better portion.” Another image of food.  Though Martha brought lots of food to the fellowship, Mary chose the best part of the feast. 

I have developed a little breath prayer that I try to use at some point every day.  It goes like this, “I embrace God’s love even as I embody God’s love.” Both sides of the equation are so important.  I believe that is why Linda was careful not to take the popular route of condemning Martha’s “busy-ness” as opposed to Mary’s decision to sit at Jesus’ feet.  Both are needed and the decision to balance service with learning, contemplation and action sum up what following God’s call is all about.

Linda chuckled yesterday as she told us about making public her decision to follow God’s call into ministry.  “Even after weeks of bible study and a very clear description by my pastor, a number of church members came by to shake my hand and to congratulate me on ‘going to the mission field.’ It was their only way to understand how a woman would answer God’s call.”

In Mary’s time there was a similar debate raging about whether women should be taught the Torah (Hebrew Bible).  One rabbi said that you might as well teach a woman “lechery” as to teach her the Scriptures.  Other rabbis gave explicit permission for men to teach their daughters the Torah.

No matter what people might think about Mary’s act, her decision to sit at Jesus’ feet was clear to all. She chose to become a disciple and she was accepted into the company of Jesus’ followers. It required an act of courage on her part as well as one of deliberate invitation on Jesus’ part.

I am going to have to finish this essay tomorrow, but before I say good-bye to you, I would love to hear your thoughts about this scripture and its meaning for your life.  Where has God invited you to pay attention to your life and to follow in the steps of the first disciples?


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Monday, August 13, 2012

Have Mercy Monday: Beating the Heat


Iglesia Bill Harrod Girl's Auxiliary @ G.A. Camp
Photo Credit: Victoria Brown

DOG DAYS OF SUMMER

No, this isn't a story about a Dallas Mavericks win over Miami.  It is about a phenomenon that takes place every summer, right in the teeth of the dog days of Texas heat when Mary Diaz takes young women from Iglesia Bill Harrod to G.A. camp, as she did just this past week.

Can you imagine this group braving 106 degree weather to go to a church camp?  Just at the time when most of us are taking refuge in air conditioned homes and the most common topic of conversation at work is about how hot it will be on a given day, Mary is taking pre-teens to Mount Lebanon Baptist Encampment.

Mary does it every year.  And every year she brings all the girls back safe and sound, with new determination to deepen their young spiritual lives. . . .