Monday, April 22, 2013

Unity



Unity
Welcome with open arms fellow believers who don’t see things the way you do. (Romans 14:1)
Congratulations! You’ve been enlisted as a Seaman in God’s navy. But this isn’t the Love Boat – it’s a battleship. And we haven’t been called to a life of leisure, but to a life of service. Each of us has a different task. Some concerned with those who are drowning are snatching people out of the water. Others are occupied with the enemy, so they man the cannons of prayer and worship. Still others devote themselves to the crew, feeding and training the crew members. Though different, we’re the same – each can tell of a personal encounter with the captain because each of us received a personal call. So, we followed him across the gangplank of his grace and onto the ship. There’s one captain and one destination. And though the battle is fierce, the boat is safe because our captain is God. The ship won’t sink. Of that there’s no concern.

There is a concern, however, about the disharmony of the crew, because when we first boarded ship we assumed the crew would be made up of others just like ourselves. But as we’ve wandered the decks, we’ve come across some curious converts with even stranger appearances. Some wear uniforms we’ve never seen, sporting styles we’ve never witnessed. “Why do you look the way you do?” we ask them. “That’s funny,” they reply. “We were just about to ask you the same question.”

But the variety of dress is not nearly as disturbing as the number of opinions. There’s a group, for example, who cluster every morning for serious study. They promote rigid discipline and somber expressions. “Serving the captain is serious business,” they say. So, it’s no coincidence that they tend to congregate around the stern. Then, there’s another group who are deeply devoted to prayer. Not only do they believe in prayer, they believe in prayer by kneeling. For that reason you always know where to locate them – they’re at the bow of the ship. And then there’s a few who staunchly believe real wine should be used in the Lord’s Supper. You’ll find them on the port side, of course. Still another group has positioned themselves near the engine. They spend hours examining the nuts and bolts of the boat. In fact, they’ve been known to go below deck and not come up for days. And they’re occasionally criticized by those who linger on the top deck feeling the wind in their hair and the sun on their face. “It’s not what you learn,” the topsiders argue. “It’s what you feel that matters.”

Even stranger yet are the ones who think that once you’re on the boat, you can’t get off. Others say you’d be foolish to go overboard, but the choice is yours. Some predict a storm of great tribulation will strike before we dock; others say it won’t hit until we’re safely ashore. And then there’s those who speak to the captain in a personal language, and those who think such languages are extinct. Some think the officers should wear robes, while others think there should be no officers at all, and others still who think we’re all officers and we should all wear robes. And the weekly meeting at which the captain is thanked and his words are read? Some want it loud, others quiet. Some want ritual, others spontaneity. Some want a meeting for those who’ve gone overboard. Others want to reach those overboard without actually going overboard and neglecting those on-board.

The result? A rocky boat. There’s trouble on deck. Fights have broken out. Sailors have refused to speak to each other. There’s even been times when one group refused to acknowledge the presence of another group on the ship. Even more tragically, some adrift at sea have chosen not to board the boat because of the quarreling of the sailors. Really? Yes, really.

On the last night of his life, Jesus prayed a prayer that stands as a citadel for all Christians: “I pray for these followers, but I am also praying for all those who will believe in me because of their teaching. Father, I pray that they can be one. As you are in me and I am in you, I pray that they can also be one in us. Then the world will believe that you sent me.” (John 17:20) Jesus, knowing the end was near, prayed one final time for his followers. Striking, isn’t it? Because Jesus didn’t pray for their success, their safety, or their happiness. He prayed for their unity. He prayed that they would love each other. And as he prayed for them, he also prayed for “those who will believe because of their teaching.” And that’s us.

In other words, unity matters to God. The Father doesn’t want his kids quarreling. Disunity disturbs him. Why? Because “all people will know that you are my followers if you love each other.” (John 13:35) Unity creates belief. And how will the world believe that Jesus was sent by God? Not if we agree with each other. Not if we solve every controversy. Not if we’re unanimous on each vote. Not if we never make a doctrinal error. But by loving one another. Unity creates belief. Disunity fosters disbelief. And who wants to board a ship full of bickering sailors? Life on the ocean may be rough, but at least the waves don’t call you names. So, could it be that unity is the key to reaching the world for Christ?

If so, then shouldn’t it have priority in our prayers? Shouldn’t we, as Paul said to the church in Ephesus (Eph. 4:3), “make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace”? If unity matters to God, then shouldn’t unity matter to us? If unity is a priority in heaven, then shouldn’t it be a priority on earth? Nowhere, by the way, are we told to build unity. We are simply told to keep unity. From God’s perspective there is but “one flock and one shepherd.” (John 10:16) Unity does not need to be created; it simply needs to be protected. OK, but how do we do that? How do we make every effort to keep the unity? Does that mean we compromise our convictions? No. Does that mean we abandon the truths we cherish? No. But it does mean we look long and hard at the attitudes we carry.

Unity doesn’t begin in examining others but by examining ourselves. Unity begins, not in demanding that others change, but in admitting that we aren’t so perfect ourselves, either. For a great example of this, go to a village called Capernaum and enter a small house occupied by Jesus and the disciples. Listen as the Master asks them a question. “What were you arguing about on the road?” (Mark 9:33) The disciples’ faces flush, not red with anger but pink with embarrassment, because they’d argued. About doctrine? No. Over strategy? Not that either. Ethics and values? Sorry. They’d argued about which of them was the greatest. Peter thought he was (he’d walked on water). John laid claim to the top slot (he was Jesus’ favorite). Matthew boasted he was the best (after all, his book would be first in the New Testament). Power plays and one-upmanship. Is that where division usually begins? “Where jealousy and selfishness are, there will be confusion and every kind of evil.” (James 3:16) “Do you know where your fights and arguments come from? They come from the selfish desires that wage war within you.” (James 4:1) Remarkable. Jockeying for position in the very presence of Christ. But not as remarkable as Jesus’ response to them. “Whoever accepts a child like this in my name accepts me. And whoever accepts me accepts the One who sent me.” (Mark 9:37) Jesus felt so strongly about acceptance that he used the word four times in just one sentence.

The answer to arguments? Acceptance. The first step to unity? Acceptance. Not agreement, acceptance. Not unanimity, acceptance. Not negotiation, arbitration, or elaboration. Those might come later but only after the first step - acceptance. But the answer troubled John. Too simplistic for the Son of Thunder who was unacquainted with tolerance. Why, you just can’t go around “accepting” people! Fences have to be built. Boundaries are a necessary part of religion. Case in point? John has one. “Teacher, we saw someone using your name to force demons out of a person. We told him to stop, because he does not belong to our group.” (Mark 9:38) You see, John has a dilemma. He and the other disciples ran into someone who was doing great work. This man was casting out demons (the very act the disciples had trouble doing a few verses earlier). He was changing lives. And, what’s more, the man was giving the credit to God. He was doing it in the name of Christ. Everything about him was so right. Right results. Right heart. But there was one problem. He was from the wrong group.

So the disciples did what any able-bodied religious person would do with someone from the wrong group. They escorted him to the hull of the ship and put him in confinement. “We told him to stop, because he does not belong to our group.” (v. 38) And John wants to know if they did the right thing. But John’s not cocky; he’s just confused. So are many people today because what do you do about good things done in another group? What do you do when you like the fruit but not the orchard? For instance, I deeply appreciate my heritage. But through the years, my faith has been supplemented by people of other groups. I wasn’t long on God’s ship before I found encouragement in other staterooms. A British Anglican by the name of C. S. Lewis put muscle in my faith. A Southern Baptist helped me understand grace. A Catholic, Brennan Manning, who died just a few days ago, convinced me that Jesus is relentlessly tender. And I hope that I’m a better husband and father because I read James Dobson.

So, what do you do when you see great works done by folks of other groups? Not divisive acts. Not heretical teachings. But good works that give glory to God? Well, let’s return to the conversation between Jesus and the disciples. But before noting what Jesus said to John, note what he didn’t say. Jesus didn’t say, “John, if the people are nice, they’re in.” Because generous gestures and benevolent acts are not necessarily a sign of a disciple. Just because a group is distributing toys at Christmas doesn’t mean they’re Christians. Just because they’re feeding the hungry doesn’t mean they’re the honored ones of God. Jesus doesn’t issue a call for blind tolerance, any more than he endorses blanket rejection. However, if unanimity of opinion were necessary for fellowship, this would have been the perfect time for Jesus to say so. But he didn’t. Jesus didn’t hand John a book of regulations by which to measure every candidate.

“Don’t stop him, because anyone who uses my name to do powerful things will not easily say evil things about me.” (Mk. 9:39) You see, Jesus was impressed with the man’s pure faith (“…who uses my name”) and his powerful fruit (“…to do powerful things”). And his answer offers us a crucial lesson on studied tolerance. So, how should you respond to a good heart from a different religious heritage? First, look at the fruit. Is it good? Is it healthy? Is he or she helping or hurting people? Production is more important than pedigree. The fruit is more important than the name of the orchard. If the person is bearing fruit, be grateful. A good tree cannot produce bad fruit (see Matt. 7:17), so be thankful that God is at work in other groups than yours. But also look at the faith. In whose name is the work done? Jesus was accepting of this man’s work because it was done in the name of Christ. OK, but what does it mean to do something “in the name of Jesus”? It means you’re under the authority of, and empowered by that name. Here’s what I mean.

If I go to a car dealership and say I want a free car, the salespeople are going to laugh at me. If, however, I go with a letter written and signed by the owner of the dealership granting me a free car, then I drive off in a free car. Why? Because I am there under the authority of, and empowered by the owner. The Master says examine the person’s faith. If he or she has faith in Jesus and is empowered by God, grace says that’s enough, and I think that’s an important point because there are some who do not work in God’s name. For instance, remember the rock-stackers and the finger-pointers in the parable? They present a salvation of works rather than a salvation of grace. They’re not working in the name of God. In fact, they don’t need God. They’re working under the banner of human-merit self-righteousness.

But there are believers in many different heritages who cast their hope in God’s firstborn Son and put their faith in the cross of Christ. If they, like you, are trusting him to carry them to the Father’s mansion, don’t you share a common Savior? If their trust, like yours, is in the all-sufficient sacrifice of Christ, aren’t you covered by the same grace? “You mean they don’t have to be in my group?” No. “They don’t have to share my background?” They don’t. “They don’t have to see everything the way I do?” Does anyone?

What’s important is their fruit and their faith. Later, a much more tempered Son of Thunder would reduce it to this: “Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God has God living inside, and that person lives in God.” (1 John 4:15) Ironic. The one who’d earlier challenged the simple answer of the Master eventually rendered the simplest answer himself. And it should be simple: where’s there’s faith, repentance and a new birth, there’s a Christian. Wasn’t that Paul’s approach? When he wrote the church in Corinth, he addressed a group of Christians guilty of every sin from abusing the Lord’s Supper to arguing over the Holy Spirit. But how does he address them? “I beg you, brothers and sisters….” (1 Cor. 1:10) And when the church in Rome was debating whether to eat meat offered to idols, did Paul tell them to start two churches – one for the meat-eaters, and another for the non-meat-eaters? No. Instead, he urged, “Christ accepted you, so you should accept each other, which will bring glory to God.” (Rom. 15:7)

Frankly, is God asking us to do anything more than what he’s already done? Hasn’t he gone a long way in accepting us? If God can tolerate my mistakes, can’t I tolerate the mistakes of others? If God allows me, with my foibles and failures, to call him Father, shouldn’t I extend the same grace to others? In fact, who can offer grace except those who are securely in its grip? If God doesn’t demand perfection, should I? “They are God’s servants,” Paul reminds us, “not yours. They are responsible to him, not to you. Let him tell them whether they are right or wrong. And God is able to make them do as they should.” (Rom. 14:4)

God’s ship is a grand vessel. And just as a ship has many rooms, so God’s kingdom has room for many opinions. But just as a ship has one hull, God’s kingdom has a common ground: the all-sufficient sacrifice of Jesus Christ. Will you pray with me for the day when the world is won because the church is one? Will you pray with me for the day when we come out of our rooms and stand together to salute our captain? Jesus’ final prayer before the cross was for the unity of his followers. So, would Jesus offer a prayer that couldn’t be answered?

Yeah, I don’t think so either.

Grace,
 Randy

Friday, April 12, 2013

Arrhythmia



Arrhythmia
See to it that no one misses the grace of God. (Heb. 12:15)
Christ lives in me. (Gal. 2:20)
I’ll remove the stone heart from your body and replace it with a heart that’s God-willed, not self-willed. (Ezekiel 36:26)
Catheter ablation – an invasive medical procedure used to destroy abnormal tissue from the interior of the heart of patients with cardiac arrhythmia. In other words, it’s a medical procedure designed to restore healthy heart rhythm, and the procedure works like this: an electrophysiologist (a specially-trained cardiologist) inserts two cables (catheters) into the patient’s heart via a blood vessel – one is a camera, the other is an ablation tool. An electrical impulse is then used to induce the arrhythmia, and the ablation tool, using that same electrical impulse, destroys the abnormal tissue causing the irregular heartbeat; it does so, generally, by burning the tissue – as in cauterizing, singeing or branding. If all goes well, the doctor successfully destroys the “misbehaving” parts of the patient’s heart, and a potentially fatal, future heart attack is avoided.

A friend of mine had a catheter ablation and relayed to me the pre-procedure conversation he had with his doctor. It went something a little like this: “So, you’re going to burn the interior of my heart, right?” “Correct.” “And you’re going to kill the misbehaving cells?” “That’s my plan.” “Well, as long as you’re in there, could you take your little blowtorch to some of my greed, selfishness, superiority, and guilt?” “Sorry, that’s not in my pay grade.” The doctor’s right, of course – that’s not in his pay grade. But it’s in God’s because he’s in the business of changing hearts.

Of course, we would be wrong to think this change happens overnight, like catheter ablation. But we would be equally wrong to assume that change never happens at all. It may come in spurts — an “aha” moment here, a breakthrough there. But it comes. “The grace of God that brings salvation has appeared,” Paul wrote to his young protégé, Titus (2:11). In other words, the floodgates are open and the water’s out, but you just never know when grace will seep in. Here’s what I mean.

You stare into the darkness while your husband snores. In fifteen minutes the alarm will sound, and the demands of the day will shoot you out of bed like a clown out of a cannon into a three-ring circus of meetings, bosses and baseball practices. For the millionth time you’ll make breakfast, schedules and payroll. But for the life of you, you can’t make sense of this thing called “life.” Its beginnings and its endings; cradles and cancers and questions. The why of it all keeps you awake. So he sleeps, the world waits and you just stare.

Or, you open your Bible and look at the words. But you might as well be gazing at a cemetery – the words are lifeless and stony. Nothing moves you, but you don’t dare close the book. So, you trudge through your daily reading in the same way you power through prayers, penance and offerings. You don’t miss a deed for fear that God will miss your name.

Or, you listen to the preacher. A chubby sort with jowls, a chrome dome and a thick neck that hangs over his way-too-tight collar. Your dad makes you come to church, but he can’t make you listen. At least, that’s what you’ve always told yourself. But this morning you listen because the preacher is talking about a God who loves prodigals, and you feel like the worst kind of prodigal. The preacher says God already knows, and you wonder what God thinks.

The meaning of life; the wasted years of life; the poor choices of life. God answers the mess of life with one word: grace. And to hear us talk you’d think we really understand the term. You know, don’t you? Your bank gives you a grace period. A politician falls from grace. Musicians speak of a grace note. We describe an actress as gracious, and a dancer as graceful. We use the word for hospitals, baby girls and pre-meal prayers. We talk as though we know what grace means. Especially at church. Grace graces the songs we sing and the Bible verses we read. Grace shares the church assembly with its cousins: forgiveness, faith and fellowship. Preachers explain it. Hymns proclaim it. Seminaries teach it. But do we really understand it?

Here’s my hunch: we’ve pretty much settled for wimpy grace. It politely occupies a phrase in a hymn, or fits nicely on a church sign. It never causes trouble, or demands a response. When asked, “Do you believe in grace?” who could say “No”? But have you been changed by grace? Shaped by grace? Strengthened by grace? Emboldened by grace? Softened by grace? Snatched by the scruff of your neck and shaken to your senses by grace? God’s grace has a drenching about it. A wildness about it. A white-water, riptide, turn-you-upsidedownness about it. Grace comes after you. It rewires you. From insecure to God-secure. From regret-riddled to better-because-of-it. From afraid-to-die to ready-to-fly. Grace is the voice that calls us to change, and then gives us the power to pull it off.

When grace happens, it’s not like some nice compliment from God; it’s a new heart. Give your heart to Christ, and he returns the favor. “I will give you a new heart and put a new spirit within you.” (Ezek. 36:26) You might call it a spiritual heart transplant, and Tara Storch understands this miracle as much as anyone, maybe better.

In the spring of 2010, a skiing accident took the life of her thirteen-year-old daughter, Taylor. What followed for Tara and her husband, Todd, was every parent’s worst nightmare: a funeral, a burial, a flood of questions and tears. They decided to donate their daughter’s organs to needy patients, and few people needed a heart more than Patricia Winters.

Patricia’s heart had begun to fail five years earlier, leaving her too weak to do much more than simply sleep. Taylor’s heart could give Patricia a fresh start on life, and Tara had only one request: she wanted to hear the heart of her daughter. So, she and Todd flew from Dallas to Patricia’s home in Phoenix to listen to Taylor’s heart. The two mothers embraced for a long time. Then Patricia offered Tara and Todd a stethoscope. And when they listened to the healthy rhythm, whose heart did they hear? They heard the still-beating heart of their daughter. Oh, it was in a different body mind you, but the heart was still the heart of their child. And when God hears your heart, does he hear the still-beating heart of his Son?

As Paul said, “It is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me.” (Gal. 2:20) The apostle sensed within himself not just the philosophy, ideals or influence of Christ, but the person of Jesus. Christ moved in. And he still does. When grace happens, Christ enters. “Christ in you, the hope of glory,” Paul told the church in Colossi. (Col. 1:27)

I don’t know about you, but somewhere along the way I think I’ve missed this truth. Oh, I fully believed all the other prepositions like, Christ for me, with me, ahead of me. And, relationally, I knew about working beside Christ, under Christ and with Christ. But I never imagined that Christ was actually in me. And I can’t blame my deficiency on Scripture because Paul refers to this relationship 216 times. John mentions it 26 times. They describe a Christ who not only woos us to himself, but “ones” us to himself. “Whoever confesses that Jesus is the Son of God, God abides in him, and he in God.” (1 John 4:15)

No other religion or philosophy can make such a claim. No other movement implies the living presence of its founder in his followers. Muhammad does not indwell Muslims. Buddha does not inhabit Buddhists. Hugh Hefner doesn’t inhabit the pleasure-seeking hedonist. Influence? Yes. Instruct? Sure. Entice? Absolutely. But occupy? No.

Yet Christians embrace this inscrutable promise. “The mystery in a nutshell is just this: Christ is in you.” (Col. 1:27) The Christian is a person in whom Christ is happening. We are Jesus Christ’s; we belong to him. But even more, we are increasingly him. He moves in and commandeers our hands and feet, and requisitions our minds and tongues. We sense his rearranging – debris into the divine; pig’s ear into the silk purse. He repurposes bad decisions and squalid choices. Little by little a new image emerges. “He decided from the outset to shape the lives of those who love him along the same lines as the life of his Son.” (Rom. 8:29)

Grace is God as heart surgeon, cracking open your chest, removing your heart — poisoned as it is with pride and pain — and replacing it with his own. In other words, rather than telling you to change, he creates the change. But do you have to clean up so he can accept you? No, he accepts you where you’re at and begins cleaning you up. His dream isn’t just to get you into heaven, but to get heaven into you.

And what a difference that makes! Can’t forgive your enemy? Can’t face tomorrow? Can’t forgive your past? Christ can, and he is on the move, aggressively budging you from graceless to grace-shaped living. The gift-given giving gifts. Forgiven people forgiving people. Deep sighs of relief. Stumbles aplenty but seldom despondent.

Grace is everything Jesus. Grace lives because he does, works because he works, and matters because he matters. He placed a term limit on sin and danced a victory jig in a graveyard. To be saved by grace is to be saved by him — not by an idea, doctrine, creed, or church membership, but by Jesus himself, who will sweep into heaven anyone who so much as gives him a nod. And he does so but not in response to a finger snap, religious chant, or a secret handshake. You see, grace can’t be stage-managed, and I’ve got no tips on how to get grace. But the truth is, we don’t get grace; it gets us.

Grace hugged the stink out of the prodigal, scared the hate out of Paul and pledges to do the same in us. And if you fear you’ve written too many checks on God’s kindness account, or drag regrets around like a broken bumper, even huff and puff more than you delight and rest, and, most of all, if you wonder whether God can do something with the mess of your life, then grace is what you need.

And grace is what he has to remove the “misbehaving” parts of your heart. And in the process, he saves you from an otherwise incurable heart disease.

Grace,
Randy