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Tomorrow’s Post

I’ve seen this technique used by other bloggers.  Writing in italics let’s you know that it’s me speaking and not…me.  Either way, I like it.  It’s just a short post today, as I want to get to work on tomorrow’s post now.  Tomorrow is for me.  If I succeed, it may be for you too.  I’m going to challenge myself to be vulnerable in a way that I have never been.  It is my version of ‘be the solution, not the problem.’  

As some of you can tell, recently I have been attending church.  It’s the first time in nearly a decade.  I never stopped reading and thinking about the whole concept while I was away, and now that I’m back, I’ve discovered that there are some tenets that are difficult to accept.  In voicing my criticisms, I feel like a whiner, a critic.  That’s got to stop.  Tomorrow’s post then, will be my ideal sermon.  The trouble is that it isn’t coming as easy as I’d like it to. I have realized this is a very, very personal business.  How does one reveal to others one’s most intimate beliefs?  I don’t know but it sounds like fun, so I’m going to try.  Hope you enjoy.

(Normal posts (ha) will resume Thursday if this isn’t your thing).

Did Jesus of Nazareth Pass Notes?

“If you open your bulletin, you’ll find a communication card.  If you’re new to the church or have questions or would like to sign up for a class, just fill out the card and drop it in the offering plate when it’s passed around later in the service.”

He cringed.  He wanted to get more involved, he really did.  He wanted to be a part of the group.  He would love to spread the message that he knew to be valuable, yet he couldn’t complete this simple step.  He had been burned so many times in in his life.  He wondered, “Does the preacher actually think there is anyone in the congregation who hasn’t been bombarded-to-death with contact after they signaled interest to Gold’s Gym, or Subway, or a Time-share, or a Credit Card?”  The list goes on and on.  Yet, here he was in a place that offered…well, it offered hope; and he was being asked to formally display interest yet again.  How could he not feel once bitten, twice shy?  He knew he couldn’t be that different than others.

The contents of the offering plate seemed to prove he wasn’t.

The challenge then:  Jesus of Nazareth was different.  He was surely recruiting, but he was not starting a business.  And he was surely not starting an organization.  The picture painted by historical critical scholarship is that the man was intimate.  He didn’t pull punches.  He didn’t waste time.

“Being the more difficult course of action,” he thought, “this intimacy requirement only adds to the strength of his, Jesus’, argument.”

Standing in front of a crowd and asking them to perform the same ritual they’re asked to perform countless times throughout each day should be shameful.  He wondered, “Would Jesus of Nazareth have ever passed notes?”

I Confess! I Want To Reset Christianity

Now that I actually see those words, I don’t feel so bad.  What do you think?

I want, not just a revival, but a full-on reset.  Well, almost.  We’d need to keep the most essential element in order to press forward.

That we are no longer “WOWed!” by the amount of data at our fingertips informs us that the information age is almost over.  Its effects have been far reaching.  Concepts like evolution, doctrine, hidden gospels, church abuses, and many questionable traditions have been thrust into the spotlight.  Everyone interested can learn all about these things.  From a near-outsider perspective, the result seems to be a palpable lack of focus.  Should the Church cater to the people?  Should the Church cling to tradition?  Should the Church do this?  Should the Church do that?

Last Sunday I heard a sermon that covered a verse from the Bible that mentioned the words “predestine” and “foreknow”.   The preacher preambled much longer than normal before beginning to teach what these words mean.  Why did he need to preamble?  Because nearly 2000 years have muddied the waters.  Within the Church, “predestine” and “foreknow” are now hot button issues.  That means that some of you may already be put-off that I included them here.

To me, they are nothing more than stumbling blocks.

Here’s the question that can’t be avoided: How far would Jesus go to save a person?  Remember, we’re talking about reality.  Life, death, heaven, hell, love, separation, light, darkness–the real.  The simple fact is that we know more about the Bible and it’s authors today, than many believers did for the last 2000 years.  Some of the new information is difficult to reconcile.  Most of the new information is difficult to ignore.  Would Jesus ask us to reconcile it?  Would He ask us to ignore it?  Would He sweepingly reject it as clearly the work of the devil?

What’s the first step to this reset?  Forget everything you know about Christianity except Jesus.  Study him.  If other books of the Bible need to be referenced to figure out Him out, reference them.  Reference them insofar as they help us understand Him, but no farther.  For example, take again the words “predestine” and “foreknow.”  Did He reference those ideas?  If not, ignore them.  I want to ignore what we know about the formation of the church, the early church leaders, the saints, church history, everything (even Paul).  Whether definitely confusing or likely helpful, I want to ignore it.  For now.  A deliberate act.  A purposeful act.  An act with the end in mind.

I believe I know what grace feels like.  I also believe that despite my sincerest efforts I have contributed to others not knowing what grace feels like.  I’m okay with that.  But I won’t do it anymore.  One option staring me in the face is resetting Christianity and beginning anew.  I can’t picture the result of a unified focus on Jesus without having delusions of grandeur.  It probably won’t happen.  I’d sure like to try.  How about you?

Are You Singing?

How can He hear us, if I can’t?

You should understand that I believe that in this world that God created, everything that happens is part of God’s plan.  Everything.  The good, the bad — everything.  How could it not be?  The catch is we, the humans, are always able to change what is happening, to improve it or maybe to take a step back and say, “Hmm, maybe this was a mistake.”  It is an enormous amount of responsibility.

Anyone who knows me knows I love Metallica.  Their music demands to be performed on electric guitars and amplified drums.  I think most would agree that all heavy metal should be amplified.  It’s kind of the nature of the beast.

Anyone who knows me knows I also love classical music.  Classical music (classical meaning ‘the best’) is written for acoustic instruments, and rightly so.  Something magical happens when music is acoustic.  Something so magical, that over the years many have remarked that classical music is surely the voice of God.  I have always liked this metaphor if only because it highlights that music is a universal language.

I’d like to take the metaphor a bit further.  If mankind was created in God’s own image, and music can have the effect of sounding like the voice of God, what about when we sing?  Wouldn’t our “made in God’s image” voices actually sound closer to how God’s voice sounds?  (Assuming of course, that He has a voice.)

I point this out because, again, in my recent visits to a church, I have been perplexed by the changes.  There is an amplified band singing, words are displayed on the screen, no written music is anywhere to be found, and I can hardly hear anyone over the band, save the person standing next to me.  (Great voice, btw.)  It most certainly is not music to my ears.

Worship via music is one of the main reasons I see for going to church.  I have always liked singing in a large group.  I liked it as a kid at church, I liked it in the Air Force on those special occasions, and I like the idea of it now.  I think singing, especially large groups of men singing, is just great.  Doesn’t everyone?

I think I know what is going on.  I bet that over the years, like in all other areas of life, people’s enthusiasm has been waning.  Who wants other people to hear that they can’t sing a note?  It does take some energy to sing, too, and we’re inherently lazy.  So at first the music leader’s volume gets turned up, the thinking being that it might encourage more people to sing if they aren’t afraid of being heard.  Then a band is introduced instead of a piano or organ.  Now we can all pretend that we’re singing, and no one will ever know the difference.  At least that’s how I see it.

As for me, I want people to sing out loud.  I want to sing out loud.  I want to feel the power in the music.  I want to hear the voice of God.  I want guests to visit and feel the inescapable love that is expressed when a group of like-minded people worship with music.

The easy answer is to find another church.  Should this be about easy though?  I don’t know.  I just don’t know.

If I was a pastor, I’d want to hear the congregation sing.  I’d use it like a thermometer.  I think even the most accurate digital thermometer would tell a pastor of churches like I described above, “Meh.  Lukewarm.”

But that’s just me.  What do you think?

Sermon Serious

I don’t mind admitting that I was one of the suckers who left the church after I cracked The DaVinci Code.  A decade has passed since then, along with a lot of livin’ and learnin’.  Since I was young, my mantra has been, “Life is funny, I’m serious.”  The older I get, the more I find it to be true.

While it was reading that caused my faith to falter, it has also been reading that has guided me back to faith.  I don’t think it is too much of a stretch to say that in the couple of times that I have been back in a church, I have felt the prodigal son’s father’s arms around me.  I am unable to dive back in devoid of all skepticism, but I’ve seen enough over the years to recognize the simple truth that good people are good people.  And good people are rare.

I can’t help but feel like something is amiss though.  In the time I was away, a shift has taken place.

As I write this, I feel like an old timer longing for a past that probably never existed.  We’re all more than familiar with the rather cliche critique of modern churches, “they are too feel good.”  Maybe, maybe not.  Either way, I’m not interested in joining that chorus.  Instead, what I am interested in musing about is the amount of comedy that has been interjected into sermons.

Comedy in sermons interests me because of the subject matter.  For all communication, save sermons, I believe the speaker’s first step is to recognize his or her audience.  Sermons dealing with ‘the Truth’ are different.  By definition, if one person is going to communicate that they really know the nature of human existence, the audience has the responsibility to adapt to the speaker. The Truth is fixed, it doesn’t bend or change.  It is universal.  On top of that, it simply becomes too difficult to discern why someone is listening and/or why the speaker is popular if the sermon is built around the audience.

Did Jesus of Nazareth ever purposefully try to keep his listener’s attention?  What do you think?  Can you picture Him ever caring about whether the audience felt entertained?  Would Jesus have ever removed some Truth from his message in order for it to meet expectations, or to gain a follower?

I know life was fundamentally different back then.  I get it.  But they killed Him via public execution.  Whoever “they” actually were is irrelevant to this point.  An organized ‘they’ killed Him.

I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this and I’ve concluded that it would be very difficult to give a sermon today that would incite some group of people to that amount of passion; enough to call for a capital punishment proceeding.

(This is where my respect for Him grows tremendously.)

Let’s say I did develop this sermon.  Could I give it?  Perhaps.

I guess I would have to believe it was the Truth.