Choose a road — the wrong one or the right one. I choose the right one often but not always. The only one who got it right every time in every way is Jesus. Psalm 1 tells us how to live but Jesus shows us how and gives us strength to do it.
Choose a road — the wrong one or the right one. I choose the right one often but not always. The only one who got it right every time in every way is Jesus. Psalm 1 tells us how to live but Jesus shows us how and gives us strength to do it.
Trees just kinda stand there, but don’t let that fool you. Healthy tree roots grow deeper and deeper, finding nourishment by working for it. Their leaves bask in the sun without scorching and a strong wind just makes them wiggle. Slowly but surely the grow up and out and, when the season is right, they produce a harvest.
Following Jesus is like being the tree. We get nourished by the Lord as we meditate on the Word. We remain faithful in just “standing there” while we grow and mature. Eventually, the fruit grows and is ready to be harvested. Be spiritually healthy. Be the tree.
Some of what I do as a pastor feels more like Air Traffic Control than it does ministry. That’s not a complaint, mind you, just an illustration. The ATC’s run the airport runways — every plane that leaves the gate, lines up, takes off, and lands again (usually somewhere else) is at the beck and call of someone in a tower wearing a headset and drinking coffee. It’s a stressful job. Pilots fly metal tubes 300 miles an hour in whatever direction and altitude you tell them, and all you’ve got are a pair of binoculars and a DOS green screen with asterisks (*) that represent hundreds of human lives — people like you and me who are just waiting to land, plotting the escape down the aisle before we smell each other’s armpits as we get our carry on from the overhead bins. I’ll tell you who’s really sweating: the guy in the tower looking at 30 planes in a 3 mile radius on a 24″ screen.
That’s what it felt like today as we were laying out the service for this Sunday. Besides the important stuff — you know, worshipping Father, Son, Spirit — there’s a bunch of little but important blips on the radar that need to land in the right order. The small groups ministry needs to be highlighted, but not at the expense of the Kids Ministry leader thing, plus we’re changing our name but not yet so don’t make the checks out to a church that the bank doesn’t believe exists. Plus, there’s the thing about baptism and also how Student Ministry is kicking off with a new schedule AND I think there’s a message I’m supposed to do in there someplace.
I anticipate that every plane will land. Why? Because 1) I’m taking it seriously enough to try and work it out in advance. 2) I have a great staff who can think through these things with me, and are much smarter than I. 3) We’re trusting in Jesus, who says the church is His and He’s building it, not me. So what? So: no pressure. Just do the job. Let the Spirit be the wind beneath the wings. And please, please, please let there be enough pretzels and seltzer water for everyone.
Amen.
Mrs. Edwards taught me how to read an analog clock, which, like cursive writing or Latin, is now considered quaint but essentially pointless. Mr. Fernimos advised me to get my hands out of my pockets when I auditioned for the 4th grade play. I didn’t get the part, so he made me the assistant props director. It was my job to put the pumpkin on stage, and I did so without my hands in my pockets. Miss Hakala taught us how to balance a checkbook… not that we 6th graders were anywhere near having our own checking account. Back then, online banking was an Apple II pipe dream on a 5 1/4″ floppy and a grumbly modem that sounded like Harvey Fierstein.
Epistemology is the study of knowledge: how we know what we know, rationality of belief, and how we distinguish fact from opinion (another quaint but essentially pointless skill in some circles). As elementary school kids, you and I didn’t realize we were embedded in an epistemological sanctuary surrounded by information, opinion, method, and wisdom. Our teachers were the moderators, the curators, the administrators of this environment, and we’re the result. Our teachers humanized knowledge and, through relationship, transformed it into wisdom, which is knowledge rightly applied. Who would we be without our teachers? Not the same. Not the same at all.
Have you thanked a teacher today? If any kind of appreciation surfaces as you read this, why not take a moment to let them know? If you’ve shipped your kids off to school to begin the next leg of the journey, why not drop a line to let their teachers know you’re with them, you support them, you appreciate them? 4th Grade me didn’t know what was happening, but my 4th grader just walked into school for the first day, threw himself into his little 4th grade chair and started coloring a lily pad. I saw it happen, and it brought me back to Mr. Fernimos, who taught us a little bit of knowledge and a lot of life wisdom. I didn’t know it then, but I know it now. And I’m thankful.
The water is making its way into the boat, the wind is howling, the waves are overwhelming, and Jesus is zzzzzzzzz. Notice that He didn’t stop the storm, He only gets involved when invited, and He’s amazed that we get so worked up. Jesus shows us how to be at total peace when — not if — the storm rises up.
Remember Pogs? Beanie Babies? It’s a movement, a craze, a fad that people hear about, get into, and usually cast aside. The Kingdom of God is similar… sorta. The best part? We’re all a work in progress, a renovation in the works.