The weeks guest post is brought to us by Rex Schultz:

I have been reflecting on the church – the one, holy, catholic, apostolic church. I am influenced at the moment by Matthew Kelly’s book, “Rediscovering Catholicism” (©2002, published by Beacon Publishing, Cincinnati, OH) and the discussion with some Catholics in my neighborhood. I am not a member of the Catholic Church but he reminds me that more than two thousand years ago, a small group of people began to follow & proclaim the teachings of Jesus – became known as “Christians”. They were the original members of “the church” – the seat of and for holiness. God is the Source and He provided a mechanism for the practice of holiness; the infrastructures of forgiveness, grace, and service. God has seeded the assembly with practitioners to encourage, exhort, guide, etc. the faithful (and not so faithful).

Kelly writes, “the Church, like so many other things in life, is not something we inherit from generations past or take over from our predecessors. The Church is on loan to us from future generations.”

In my quest for critical thinking, I have developed a habit of trying to put issues into perspective. On the issue of “the church”, here is my perspective:

As humans, we have four important and integrated aspects – physical, emotional, intellectual, and spiritual. God created us that way; it is part of His design. It is impossible to separate them into distinctly different and separate dimensions –  to isolate one from the others. So, the spiritual aspect of our lives causes us to seek congruence and alignment with the physical, emotional, and intellectual. As a whole person then I search for authentic guidance and development of my spiritual using the physical, emotional, and intellectual aspects.

My spiritual hunger leads me to the church. Jesus revealed the church to Peter, in Matthew 16:18 when He said He would build His church on a heavenly-taught confessor of a faith – that Jesus is the Christ. Peter confessed that the Messiah of the Old Testament was personified in Jesus of Nazareth!
Kelly’s book reminds me that we live in a time of great moral and ethical confusion. Is it not interesting to note that some people confuse the confession while others seek the truth and the authentic?

In a personal study of “conscience”, I listened to a broadcast of R.C. Sproul on “building a Christian conscience”. Sproul says that the confusion between ethics and morality is based on a lack of understanding between the two words. Ethics comes from the Greek ethos which deals with foundational values and is concerned with “oughtness” – the imperative right that we ought to be doing. Morality, on the other hand, is derived from mores or customs and habits within normal behavior. It is descriptive “isness” and describes what people actually do. The consequence of this confusion, according to Sproul, is the emergence of statistical morality – the normal becomes the normative. We determine what people are doing and when enough people are doing the same thing, we declare that behavior to be normal or acceptable. A new morality is born that ignores Biblical ethics.

What has that got to do with the church?  Is the church teaching, preaching, encouraging, and discipling people in ethics or morality? Is there any confusion in the Mission and Vision of your Church?

Rex Schultz is Discipleship Pastor on staff at a Reformed church in Colorado Springs. A lifelong learner, Rex has been a Christian since 1958. By his own admission, he did not completely surrender his life to Christ until 1992. He and Sue have been married 48 years and they have four children and twelve grandchildren. -CQMissional

As many know by now, a revised version of our president’s health care reform bill was passed a few days ago. We could debate various perspectives for or against the bill, predicted implications of the bill, consequences for the health care industry and our quality of care moving forward, but analysts on every channel are already spinning all of this in droves. Set aside, for a moment, your political affiliation and your feelings about government’s level of involvement in our lives. Instead, I’d like to view this discussion with a different lens.

First, I will admit that I have experienced two sides of health care. I have been completely without insurance and have absorbed medical costs as a result, and I have also been over-insured and benefited from sharing health care expenses. As a husband and a father, I do believe in the importance of having health care insurance, especially in this age of massively absorbent medical costs. However, is medical insurance a human right? What litmus should we use to define a human right? Is the health care issue in America a social injustice on the level of child sex trafficking or racial discrimination? There is little doubt that these are two issues that must anger God. In a world, however, full of such explicit inhumanities, I wonder what God thinks of America’s attitude and energy expended about our debate over health care rights. Are the lines between rights and entitlements beginning to blur? Have we finally crossed the line as a nation into full-blown opulence or are we finally addressing a real American oppression?

What I would like to know is if you feel Christianity has anything to say about what is and what is not a natural-born right. Does this health care topic intersect with your faith?

A couple of days ago a co-worker and I were discussing that he learned in a sociology class that everyone stereotypes the moment they see someone of a different race than themselves.  He said it’s just something that we all just do whether we like it or not.  I told him that I did not believe that it is something that everyone does, because believe it or not I do not do that.  It may be because I am bi-racial (my mother is italian and my dad is black) but when I see someone I do not think about their socio-economic status, or what neighborhood they live in.  I don’t think about what kind of car they drive, and how they acquired the money to get it.  I don’t think about where they got their jeans, or why their teeth or so white.  I don’t think about their skin color.  When I stated this to my co-worker, he changed his statement and said that maybe not EVERYONE does this but most of us do.  This was mind boggling to me because I honestly did not think the average person did that.  According to sociology they do.  Now I admit unfortunately I do make character stabs at people by the strength of their handshake, or whether they look me in the eyes or not, and I don’t think that is always fair, but I did not think people did that according to race right off the bat.  This may seem naive but I would hope that people did not do that as much as sociology claims they do.  I know there are people out there that do not like people of opposing skin color or ethnicity, and religion but I didn’t think the majority of people judge a person’s life by first sight.  How would you feel if you knew all the things people thought about you at first glance without knowing anything about you?  Do you think it is fair that we do this to people even though they don’t know what you are thinking?  Do you think this is an activity that God would want us to engage in?

Forget the homeless, stranger for a moment. In some ways it’s easy to offer acceptance to that person because we can do it from a distance. What I’m interested in hearing about is how well you accept the people in your daily circle of influence? Maybe a more applicable question is, how well do you know them? The people you work with? The people you sit next to in class? Your neighbors? Your very best friends? The people you serve with at church? Your family? Here’s my answer, you know them only as much as they are willing to let you know them. If we’re honest, we all have areas of our lives that we choose not to share, even with those closest to us. Why? As I ask this question I think of a red-faced and furious Jack Nicholson in A Few Good Men erupting with, “You can’t handle the truth!” Are you prepared to hear that your best friend was repeatedly molested by a family member as a child? What would your responsibility as a Christian be to that person, and would it be different if that friend told you instead that they had cheated on their spouse in the past?

Christians talk about acceptance and forgiveness, but don’t these concepts, in our lives, often have boundaries? I wonder if the limits to which we’ll share is relative to that which we’ll accept. I have some friends that are not afraid to peel back layer after layer of themselves, like an onion, and expose to everyone the depths of their souls. I have a certain respect and admiration for that kind of openness but, truthfully, it also scares me because I know that I am not always willing to reciprocate with the same level of openness. Fear of rejection, judgment and/or condemnation often keep us from sharing our hurts and struggles, leaving us bound to the sins, failures, victimizations and insecurities of our past and, at the same time, crippling our present. We are products of our pasts; good, bad and indifferent.

During a recent church service we incorporated what is called a “cardboard testimonial”. Friends wrote on one side of a piece of cardboard something that they’ve struggled with in their past. On the other side of the cardboard they wrote how God used that situation to change them. Nearly 20 people shared pieces of their stories in this way. The purpose of this presentation was to highlight the transformational powers of Christ in our lives. What we discovered was the potential for a deeper healing of the soul as a result of sharing our vulnerabilities with our community. Hurts, tragedies, and sins were offered for all to see, and it was beautiful to watch them received with the love and compassion of Christ by our body.

Can we actually live a life of freedom from the shackles of our past, and how can we help each other succeed? James 5:16 tells us to “…confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.” What if we really lived like this text asks us to? My questions, to this point, have revolved around how we accept others, but the bigger question is how willing are you to share yourself with your community? Can you really allow yourself to be seen? Do you believe that God promises deliverance from that which binds our hearts?

Below is a link to the cardboard testimony of another church. I dare you not to be moved as you watch this unfold. Also, as you witness the redemptive stories of others, I challenge you to consider the following:

What about your past is crippling you today? Are you willing to share yourself  so that your community can pray for you, and so God can heal you? We cannot heal what we cannot feel. Let’s use this space as our cardboard testimonial. I’ll go first. My cardboard reads on the front, “Struggle for Control in my life” and to highlight God’s transformation in me, the back of my cardboard reads, “Finally Gave Control back to God!”

What does your’s say?

I’ve recently had to study the art of Michelangelo Caravaggio, and to those of you that don’t know art this is NOT the same Michelangelo that painted the Sisteen Chapel or the one that is named after the Ninja Turtle.  This Michelangelo more known just as Caravaggio is the dark, tortured, tainted, and flawed follower of Christ with an amazing skill at painting.  He lived from about 1571-1610 and was known as a brilliant artist that painted dark and controversial paintings.  He was a bit of an indulgent, he gambled, and drank often and spent his time with what people now a days would call “low lives.”  Back in the day artists would mostly paint religious pieces commissioned by a church or some sort of  insanely rich ruler, Caravaggio painted for freedom, and for the church because he had been convicted of murdering a man and used his skills of painting to get him out of trouble (which if you study more about Caravaggio he has done this multiple time in his life.)  One of his last pieces he painted was of David and Goliath, the reason why I am speaking of this and why it stands out to me is because it is very dark (like most of his pieces) and very graphic.  If you take a look at the painting on the left you will see David holding the head of Goliath, but the interesting thing about Goliath is, Goliath is a self portrait of Caravaggio.  Caravaggio put himself in as the head of Goliath.  Some people say it’s because he was looking for Atonement from the church for his sins.  I see it more as symbolism, that we are all in some way like Goliath and we are all capable of serious evil.  Caravaggio did indeed do some evil stuff, but he was a man who feared God, just not man.  God LOVES to use flawed men, it’s something that he does often in the Bible.  The beautiful thing about God is that he is forgiving, but we are still responsible for our wrong doings.  The beautiful thing about being a christian is, that we get to try to be like Jesus, which is hard but something I love to try to do, with my strengths and with my flaws.  Do you think that this art is good or bad?  Do you feel as though we even as God fearing christians can do and sometimes will do things that are evil or are against God’s will?  What do you think Caravaggio could have been saying?  What does this mean to you?  I think I am capable of anything, especially when I am thinking of God first and striving to be more like Jesus.  Do you think Caravaggio was fully concerned during some of his darkest times, of being more like Jesus?  Just some things to thing about, and some exploration of old world art.  Look up some more Caravaggio it’s brilliant stuff, some of my favorites are:  The Doubting of Thomas, and The Calling of Matthew.

At the end of last week, eight American missionaries were released from Haiti after having been detained on kidnapping charges for nearly three weeks.

In case you haven’t heard the story, a group of Christian missionaries traveled to Haiti after the January 12th earthquake devestated the area, with the mission of rescuing Haitian children by exporting them to the neighboring country of the Dominican Republic where their plan was to establish an orphanage for children of the earthquake. When these missionaries attempted to export 33 children without going through the proper channels, the local Haitian government arrested the group on charges of kidnapping.

Now, much can be debated as to the effectiveness of the Haitian nation and it’s government; their policies, economic conditions and solvency, standards, integrity and methods. Instead, what I’d like to consider are the actions of the missionaries. First, however, I would like to make one thing clear; I am not passing judgment on any individuals or the motives of this collective missionary group. I assume their intentions were sincere and genuine. Who wouldn’t want to help lost and frightened children?

My questions center around the methods employed by this group. Maybe they will eventually share their insights in retrospect of their actions. For now I can’t help but ask, were they right in what they were trying to do? Were they right in how they tried to do it? Did they intend to march into a foreign country, disobey all laws and establish their own rules in the name of Jesus? Does Jesus give us that authority? What does the non-Christian world see in the actions of this group? Should that even have been a consideration? Should the local government of the poorest nation in the western hemisphere trump Jesus? Was Jesus truly represented in the actions of these missionaries? What guidance can we find in Scripture about the intentions vs. the actions of this likely well-meaning group? Is it possible that religious arrogance got in the way of compassion? Have you ever struggled with finding balance in doing what you feel God calling you to do when it meant potentially crossing other established boundaries? I’ll say this, and then I’d like your opinion. One thing I know for sure is that it’s easy to take a side either way and determine right from wrong from our reclining chair. If I think in terms of my experience as a father, I know I would do just about anything to preserve the safety and dignity of my children. Is that God-given authority or is it something else? Is that how God feels about us? I know the Bible has account after account of God allowing humankind to suffer the consequences of our own mistakes (sometimes assimilated with the wrath of God). Consequences are real. What does any of this mean?

I know, I know, too many questions, but isn’t that where we often find ourselves… right in the middle of too many questions without enough answers? Okay, for the sake of simplification, I’ll whittle it all down to this one question:  As Christians, what are our rules of engagement as we fight for justice in a diverse world so sharply divided by competing rules, laws, ethics and morals? Your turn… ready, go.

As a teen and until now there was a band that stood out in my catalog, the one I listened to the most, the one I connected to the best…My Favorite band.  Now when I was a teen favorite bands were important, they proved who you were, it was common for someone to ask “What’s your favorite band?” or “Who are you listening to right now?”  As if the answer to those questions would let you deeply understand who I was.  The band for me was Sunny Day Real Estate, and I do believe that most of you probably have no clue who they are.  Well to me they were the world, everything I had ever wanted in music, although the band themselves were deeply unstable, with a few break ups here and there, they were a beacon for me to rely on in the “harsh, dark and cruel world” of high school.  Excuse my cynicism but when I think about it now in retrospect, I find it tremendously comical.  The lead singer of Sunny Day Real Estate’s name is Jeremy Enigk.  He was my role model, he was someone I looked up to without ever meeting him or knowing him deeply.  The only thing I knew deeply was his music and his biography which I had read on the internet.  Enigk found Jesus somewhere around the realease of the band’s second album in 1995.  This caused some drama in the band because Enigk’s vision changed, the band broke up and reunited about 4 times in the next 6 or 7 years, till about 2002 when they said they were done for good.  Fortunately for me I was able to see them when I was 17 in 2000, which was the best show I had seen at that time.

This past year in October of 2009, I had the wonderful opportunity of hearing that Sunny Day was back together again for the millionth time.  At this point in my life I realized that Sunny Day wasn’t what it used to be for me.  I realized that music isn’t what made me who I am, although I did realize this years prior it just hit me hard when I found out Sunny Day was touring again.  Their tour did come through Houston, so I went with my brother in-law and a close friend of mine from Jersey to see the show.  We got there early thinking the show would be jammed packed with people.  There was no one there at all when we got there except Jeremy Enigk by his tour bus smoking a cigarette.  I saw him as I was parking my car and screamed out loud like a little girl.  I parked the car fast and walked fast to the tour bus where he still was by himself smoking a cigarette.  I approached him with a smile and said “I just wanted to say hi and let you know i’m excited to see the show.”  He looked at me a little surprised that I even knew who he was.  He then smiled bashfully and shuck my hand and said “Hello.”  I asked him how long he has been in Houston and he responded by saying he was there all day and he went to a karate school and watched people practice karate through a window.  We took a picture together and then I walked off.  After that experience I realized the man that I considered my role model in my teenage years just talked to me about watching kids do karate.  Was he really my role model?  Or was I just being cool?  I could not figure out why he was a role model besides the fact that he was in my favorite band and he loved Jesus.  Not that he isn’t a good guy because he shares his soul in his music and he is incredibly spiritual and talented, I just realized I didn’t know anything about him personally to really asses why he would by my role model.  I think this happens more often then we think.  Our real role models a lot of times aren’t in our music or movies, but they are in our homes and classrooms.  As cliche and corny as that last sentence sounds, I think it is true, because after 26 years of life I realize that my mother is my role model…she is the person I want to use as model of who I want to become.  Who is your role model?  Is there a famous or not so famous person that you think may be your role model?  Why is this person your role model?  Btw that is a picture of Jeremy Enigk and I in Houston, he was a lot smaller than I expected.

Sunny Day Real Estate albums to Listen to:

Diary

How it feels to be something on (my favorite)

Jeremy Enigk solo albums to listen to:

Return of the Frog Queen

Ok Bear (my favorite, just released last year)

This week I watched a mother bury her young daughter. I watched as the casket closed and she caught the last glimpse of her daughter’s body. I watched as a family mourned; a brother and a sister in shock, and a mother and a father in a haze of dark, surrealism. I hurt for them. It also reminded me of personal tragedy in my own past. I hurt for myself as well.  

This week, I also counseled a man whose wife had left him. Distraught, and with small children in tow, he is lost and frightened. I hurt for him. It also reminds me of tragedy in my own life. I hurt for myself as well.

I sometimes find myself reaching deep inside, desperately grasping for something to offer in these situations, something to ease the pain. It feels like treading water in hopelessness. For the sake of honesty, I must admit that I struggle with balancing a need to repair the brokenness in others, and embracing the reality of my limitations. I want to be a fixer-of-problems, and I sometimes find it difficult to live in this tension. In retrospect, many parts of my adult life have been defined by various levels of success and failure in dealing with this type of tension. I am a father who wants to guide his children in patience and love, but sometimes I fail. I am a husband who wants to always offer solutions, safety and compassion, but sometimes I fail. I am a friend who wants to always offer stability, but sometimes I fail. I am a child of God who wants to be used in the glorification of our risen Lord, but I know that sometimes I fail.   

I’ve come to believe that God calls me into the lives of others, but when I get there, I sometimes question why and what it is that I really have to offer. Over time, however, I have discovered a strange peace in embracing my limitations, and in admitting that I do not have a solution to every problem. It sounds simple on the outside of a situation, but defining my limitations helps to refocus my attention and strengthens my reliance on God. It also can allow others to find their limitations and deeper reliance on God as well. As I learn to embrace this tension, I am discovering tremendous opportunity for personal growth. I find hope in realizing that when I get to the end of myself, I’ll find God. I just need to step out of the way more. That is what I can offer and ironically, the more I engage life, the more I put myself out there, the more I stretch myself. That also means, however, the more I have to face the limitations of my own abilities. A strangely beautiful cycle and one that, for me, offers meaning and purpose, even in pain of loss and helplessness.   

Also, by engaging in the lives of others, I also see things that are holding me back from living the full life that God has created for me. I am both blessed and helpless at the same time. In the reality of others, I see my own reality. I believe that’s part of God’s plan for us. We are all part of a larger tapestry. I’ve known people that have retreated into isolation, both physically and metaphorically, in an attempt to escape reality, and it makes me wonder if true growth is really possible without passing through the lives of others, without sharing stories, time and space within community, even (and maybe especially) when it hurts.  I’ve learned that there is a huge difference in feeling helpless and feeling hopeless.

So I ask you, are you willing to embrace your limitations? Do you feel the tension between helplessness and hopelessness and if so, how do you deal with it? I really want to know. Let’s share some space.

I just recently watched “The Book of Eli” which was a wonderful thing considering the first few movies I watched in this short while into 2010 have not been so good.  This movie was very good.  I’m a sucker for stories, and the story line of this film was so intriguing and spiritual, and not what I was expecting.  The plot of the film (which I will no go into acute detail for the sake of not spoiling the movie for those of you who have not seen it yet) is set in post apocalyptic Earth and the story follows a man (Denzel Washington) that feels he is called to take the last Bible in existence West where there is talk of a civilized society that is trying to restore humanity.  It shows his struggles of making his way westward, without actually having any clue where to go and the trials and tribulations that are in his way, such as people trying to steal from him and kill him for the book.  The movie is highly violent but riddled with spiritual Under and Overtones and for the sake of ruining the story I will end the plot description here.

What I took away from this movie is something that most probably should have.  The main point to me was to follow God’s lead blindly.  Without question, without complaint, we are called to follow Him, even if we don’t understand.  It kind of put that back into perspective to me for sometimes we forget that we are not the ones who should question the Lord, which we all do daily.  God uses people in so many ways even when we don’t understand.  Such as why did God chose two men (Allen and Albert Hughes) to direct “The Book of Eli” that have no real belief or faith in their lives currently, and it’s a movie based on believing in faith and spiritual guidance?  I think it’s because God knew they were best fit for it.  Either way it’s not for us to question.  If you were to be put in a position where you were supposed to blindly go somewhere without knowing where you would end, would you have the courage to do so without complaint, questioning or complete understanding for Gods will?  What feelings would have if you were told to go west and keep moving until you find what it is you are looking for?

About 4 years ago I had a conversation with my father in-law who at that time was just my girlfriend’s father.  He took me out to lunch to get a better feel of who I was and my background.  It was a few days prior to father’s day.  We talked for quite some time and he asked me innocent questions of my past, present and where I wanted my future to be.  I’ll never forget how he seemed truly interested in the things I told him and my plans for life.  He asked me about my father and let me know that my dad must have been a good one because he did a god job on me.  Unfortunately I had to let him know that my mother is to credit because she was my father and my father was a let down and no where to be found in my youth.  He went on to ask me questions about him, in which some I didn’t have the answers to because I didn’t know much about him.  In the effect that it was close to Father’s Day and my father in-law is a God-Fearing, spiritual, Bible quoting, wonderfully challenging man, he challenged me to do something I will never forget…he said I should call my father on Father’s Day.  I was slightly shocked because my wife (Rebecca) had been challenging me to talk to my father as well ever since we started dating.  I asked him why he thought I should call him,  he said “The Bible tells us to honor thy father and mother, period.”  I had a very perplexed look on my face, and then he continued, “It doesn’t say honor thy father and mother only if they are really good people and parents, it just commands us to honor them.”  That statement haunted and consumed my thoughts for about 2 years.

A couple months ago I saw the film “Precious: Based on the novel Push by Sapphire.”  It was one of the most brutal, honest, painful, sad, and hopeful movies I have ever seen.  It was about a 16 year old girl’s journey of learning to read and write while dealing with physical, emotional and sexual abuse, being raped by her father and beaten by her mother.  She was pregnant with her second child, both children given to her by her father.  Her resilience was fascinating and her drive to learn and make her children’s lives better than her own gave me a vision of hope in which I have never seen.  It was one of the most beautiful films I have ever seen.  I was moved by this story, although it was fictional it was derived from real life situations that women have been in.  I am going to stop here with the description of the plot because I feel it is a film that everyone should see and I don’t want to spoil this inspirational story, read the book too, it will rock your socks off…neither the movie nor the book are for young audiences.

Now how do those two completely different paragraphs even pertain to anything I could be thinking?  This I shall explain.  Precious has caused me to do a lot of thinking in the last couple months, helping me realize the amazing blessings I have had in my life and the way God has always seemed to get my back.  It’s helped me count my blessings in my life with the situation I have with my father.  My wife was even led to say “I feel as though I should never complain about anything in my life ever again” after watching Precious.  I have been stirred up in thought about my own father after watching this movie.  My situation with my father is not at all in any way similar to Precious’ situation, it just made me think about bad fathers in general and how up to about 2 years ago my father hadn’t been really a father to me at all.  I began to think about others in my situation or in worse situations such as Precious and how earthly fathers are so important to the foundation and growth of a child.  When there is a lack in a male spiritual mentor it does truly effect a child. I didn’t realize it effected me until about 2 years ago when I was 24 years old.  It was quite a pivotal moment in my life when I woke up and realize that I was severely depressed by the status of my father and I’s relationship.  The feeling was suffocating and crippling, I felt as though I could not properly manage  loving my own children (when I have them one day), unless have some sort of relationship with my own father.  To make a long story short, we had a talk and I told him how our relationship was going to be, and what I needed and expected from him.  It turned out a lot better than what I was anticipating, he seemed to respond to my pain and relate with my feelings.  It seems that this trend of fathers has been in many generations of my family besides this one, and unfortunately my father had fallen into that mold.  Our relationship has grown tremendously and my father has been able to inspire me to understand reasons why I love him, which is quite refreshing (hope and resilience, like Precious).  This was truly inspired by the challenge that my father in-law and wife had issued me some years ago, and it’s one of the many reasons I love both of them with all my heart.  If you were or are in a situation that Precious was in would you be able to honor your father or mother?  If you were or are in a situation more like mine with a father or mother that shares empty promises and was never there for you, would you be able to honor your father or mother?  Think deeply and hardly.