For the last couple weeks Dawn, my wife, and I have been resting in the seclusion of Michigan’s upper peninsula. There is a lake there called Piatt. It sits three miles (as the crow flies) south of the shores of Lake Superior. It has no cell phone connectivity. It has no internet availability, and if we sneak in very quietly and very late under cover of darkness, even the mosquitoes take three days to find us.

We sleep until we are finished. We eat until we have to stop, and we make no plans. Some evenings, I throw a line or twelve out from my dock. Occasionally, a bluegill eats the worm, and we add fried fish tacos to the menu. We read and walk and pray and talk, but we do not work. We sequester, sabbath, and indulge in the quiet. It is our place of soul rest. 

I know many people who regard our vacation plans as boredom. I believe I can honestly say that I cannot ever recall being bored. I don’t function like this. My mind drifts and rests and absorbs. We think of the days at Piatt as breathing in life. 

Today was my second day back in the office, and I am committed to allow God to work into all the slow lulls. I am working to see the empty spaces as “God-ordained” along with the hectic, busy, and frenetic times.  

One of the books Dawn and I read, The Ruthless Elimination of Hurry, introduced me to a thought, a nuance into which I think most believers fall. We tend to think that God’s main objective in our lives is somewhere over the top of the hill. We are getting where God eventually wants us to be, but right now I need to endeavor. I have many friends who regard the work that God wants to do in them as after the accomplishment. I need to finish the book, make the team, pass this test, or lose the next pound. It essentially moves God out of the equation for the moment I am in right now. God does not function like that. 

So many of us have been waiting for the next thing to move us out of our current troubles. Maybe for you, it was a return to live, in-person services, an upgrade in your company’s internet capacity, a chance to see your grandchildren, or a return to the stadium in order to cheer on your team. For so many of us the principle of coming back is as much about what we have been waiting for God to do… hopefully, sometime soon. We may be missing something here. Don’t feel too bad. Elijah missed it, too. God has been here… with us… doing a new thing in us.

Here’s the twist. As I finished the last sentence, I went home to enjoy a quiet evening. The romantic commitment to peace and resting in Jesus was interrupted at 2:30 a.m. by a frantic daughter informing us of a bat in her bedroom. Solving the bat issue took a half an hour. I slumped back into bed only to be woken again at 4:30 by a storm that shook our home. Thursday early morning the power went out and stayed out for the next four days. Life was slammed with a new reality. Survival. 

Our home gets its water from a well. No electricity, no water. Here’s the kicker. We have cows, cats, dogs, and chickens. Together they must drink somewhere around 35 gallons of water… each day. I spent hours trying to get our generator to fire and stay working. You see, our food supply for the entire year is stored in four large freezers. It is not about lights and air conditioning for those of us in the country. It is about eating. Finally, the generator sparked to life. 

My daughter was scheduled to leave for Mobile, Alabama on Friday. Are you feeling the rising of the need to hurry? I was. But wait! It got better. We quickly booked a hotel room in Detroit by the airport. They had electricity despite the half a million customers who were without. As we happily travelled to our hotel room, complete with a shower, we felt the hurry subside. When we realized the hotel was booked for the next week, in the lobby, by the way, hurry was replaced with chaos! We desperately began to call friends we had in the Detroit area. Finally, after 20 minutes of panic we reached a friend who allowed us to stay in their home. We felt like Goldilocks since our friends were on vacation. We showered and crashed for the night. Rest returned.

Over the last 56 hours, rest has come and gone, largely on the heels of a sketchy generator. Finally, on Sunday morning, rest returned. It was the spirit of God helping me settle into a difficult but doable rhythm of survival. It was the voice of God, despite a throbbing arthritic neck, saying, “I am in this moment you know.”

I had forgotten. I have come to expect that God’s best moments are when the sun is shining.  

My epiphany is simple.

God doesn’t have, “best moments.” He is always at his best. He is best. The moment I am in right now is the moment God waits to show me his best. Every moment is ordained. Every moment is His.

I realize that these last (few) days have not been THE Tribulation, but they certainly have been a tribulation of sorts. The truths regarding Christ’s appearing during tribulation have implications today. Read these words carefully. 

Matthew 24: 26-30

“So if they tell you, ‘There He is in the wilderness,’ do not go out; or, ‘Here He is in the inner rooms,’ do not believe it. For just as the lightning comes from the east and flashes as far as the west, so will be the coming of the Son of Man. Wherever there is a carcass, there the vultures will gather.

Immediately after the tribulation of those days: ‘The sun will be darkened, and the moon will not give its light; the stars will fall from the sky, and the powers of the heavens will be shaken.’

At that time the sign of the Son of Man will appear in heaven,”

The next tough stretch, when you are tempted to believe that God is in the peace after the storm, remember Scripture promises Christ is putting His sign on the darkness. God is here, now, doing his best work because quiet or tribulation have no bearing on God being God.

2 Timothy 2:1-2 “You then, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. And the things you have heard me say in the presence of many witnesses entrust to reliable people who will also be qualified to teach others.”

I remember hearing about the confrontation…One side accusing the other of being Satan. Jesus being accused. Religious leaders of the day, who could not replicate Jesus’ effect, popularity or message simply tagging him as “cancelable” by stating that Jesus was working for the enemy.  

That ought to do it.

In order to cancel another person’s validity, all I have to do is throw shade on their motives. An accused person cannot defend their motives against a person who already questions them. The accusation requires no proof. It merely has to find a listener who will entertain it, and in so doing, it creates the end of dialogue, unity and rhetoric.

The goal of these religious leaders was to keep people from engaging in Jesus’ conversations. Slanderous clergy made the case- the only reason Jesus was able to bring healing was “he controlled evil.” Therefore, they proposed Jesus was clearly evil as well. This scenario sounds to me, a lot like the confrontations of today. The problem, in a day of conjecture and skepticism, is one cannot defend or attack another’s motives, because one does not know them. 

It dawned on me that Jesus’ response to the motive accusers was truth. He shared that in order to take away what belongs to the Strongman, to whom Christ was referring to Satan, you must tie him up first. 

Truth is truth. If an opponent wants to inflict evil, they have to tie up the Lord of the manor. The flip side of this truth is where strength rules, but evil can be, and still is driven back. Bear up! We need to take action in the strengths we have through Christ, not in the fear that God has been sidelined! 

I am contending and have witnessed believers acting as if Christ is tied up. According to the way we respond to today’s struggles, it would appear Christ must have been detained; Satan, by appearances of Christians family infighting, must have clear and free reign. We as Christ followers are fearful in the pulpit. We are timid in our prayer and have acted as though we are interlopers in God’s house. We are, instead, free to roam around His house. We are heirs to the true “Strongest One.” 

God is not tied up. Satan has neither the authority nor the strength to bring about his kingdom. 

Here is my response in truth to these recent things that have made us weak, divided and cannibalized. By the way, these truths are not political. They are not aimed at those who have chosen to accept regulations, mandates and recommendations or those who have chosen lesser measures. These are not truths aimed at a social response movement or those at which the movement has been aimed. This is the profound beauty of truth; it isn’t aimed. It holds accusations accountable. It holds my opinion accountable. It holds my reactions and my measured responses accountable. It holds.

God has written so much clarity into our lives. Many of the discussions, arguments and disagreements come from believers living outside of the authority of scripture. It is as if these contentions, thieves intent to steal our peace, power and faith, have come to our door and announced their objectives. In response, it feels to me that many of us have said, “Hold on. I need to lock Father in the back room. He would not abide your stealing from us.”

God’s Word has spoken to people like us, in places like these during times worse than ours. It needs to be an entry point for our discussions. 

Even in the face of continued disagreement, we must never call motive into question. That is the consensus killer. By understanding scripture in our contexts, we are engaging in body life. We are practicing the ‘One Another’s,” like, unite, defer, submit, accept, bear up, pray for, and you can take any of the 53 others. Where the Bible makes common sense, it makes no sense to seek any other sense.  

Here is my list of conversational fences. Interestingly, none are about being heard. 

1. God’s Word is the commentary and final moral authority on each subject. 
2. We need to be fully entrenched and entranced by the words of a timeless God.
3. When we do what we are clearly told to do by God, we have less time to become an ethics pundit for everyone else.
4. Truth is strong. It is also ourstrength.
5. The person who walks most closely to God has the privilege of speaking most quietly.
6. Where God has made his thoughts clear, I seek no other voice, opinion or variation.
7. We are only strong in Him. We are temporary, mortal and dust without. 
8. When all is over during this contentious time in the history of governments and church pews, God will still be on His throne. 

I am sitting in an office as over 45 CRF staff are praying to their Father. The unity has been nearly palpable in this building tonight. In a room of heirs, God roams free. He is writing his words of hope, peace, strength and truth across our lives and with our words. Try saying this out loud, “There is no place where Satan’s destruction shouts louder than God’s Presence.”

Be strong.

Be true.

Start conversing.

Be committed to answers we find clearly marked in God’s timeless word. Pray for the rest- the rest of the answers, the rest in the disagreement, the rest of the peace, and the rest of the world disagreeing with me.

 Movies are something that should never fool us. I was just fooled by one the other night. The title is Sole Survivor. Sole. As in only. In spite of this title spoiler, by around one hour and ten minutes into the film, choppers come to the rescue of the two men caught by the Taliban. Two. Guys. About to be rescued. With 50 minutes left in the film, I let my emotions celebrate for a second and BAM! the movie crushed my happy moment. It's my bad. 

If you go to a horror movie about a deserted house, you can count on it not ending with the cute couple buying the house and fixing it up for their kids. Everybody but one is GOING TO DIE! Don't be fooled by the happy bonding moment or the love story. BTW... no one falls in love in a deserted house by being trapped in a closet together. 

“Chick flicks,” set you up to cry. Superhero movies are designed for you to cheer. Sports films make you rout for the hero and war movies manipulate you to sadness. Don't get fooled. 

Faith is like movies. There are formulas God has established and highlighted. I believe that we could potentially rename the book of Proverbs, “If You Do Stupid Things, You Can Expect Horrible Results.” 

In life, if a person pets the dog, baring its teeth on a chain, or dates the girl with the rep, or tries to live their life independently of God, they should expect surprisingly consistent results.  It is what it is. Don't be surprised.

Movies are guided tours through the highlights of a story. So is jealousy. I have found myself becoming jealous before, only to realize I have a sense of entitlement when it comes to your results. I am never jealous of your process, and in fact, I do not even ask what your path was. I want the good life without the sacrifice, struggle or opposition- the very pieces which created the fiber it took to succeed. I determine, based on a limited knowledge, that the life of the one I envy is more important than the life for which God has given and equipped me. Jealousy is a criticism of God himself.

We have been walking through many of 59 “One Another’s” in scripture at CRF this year. Recently, we have been spending time on the ways that we are torn apart. Envy and jealousy are one of the easiest tools Satan has in his bag. 

The very second I take my eyes off of Jesus is the same moment that I find envy… waiting… lurking… causing dissatisfaction. 

Galations 5:26 “Let us not become conceited, provoking and envying each other.”

I don’t need to watch your life with jealousy. I’m living the greater story that God has given only to me. When my life movie is played, I hope that it will be a part comedy, part feel-good, part epic and part documentary. It will only show me for a brief second, because I am not the star. All cameras should be focused on Christ. We’ll call it, “Faithful!” This way, no one will be surprised by the ending.

I was driving along I-94 heading west when I saw the sign. Actually, what I saw was the overpass with the sign on it. 

The bridge itself was fairly new, constructed out of yellow brick. It felt as if someone had transplanted the structure from TCU’s beautiful campus and plopped it over the grey concrete tarmac of the Michigan highway. The sign was equally impressive. It said in beautiful, all right, attractive lettering, “Jackson, Michigan.”

 Someone new to the area may have looked at the placard and thought, “I bet that’s a great town to visit.” They would have thought that until the next sign, which was one of those blue marques showing available accommodations. One hotel. Best Inn…which is doubtful.

The second told me about the restaurants at which I could dine- all fast food. Then came the second exit, which was also the last exit to Jackson, this one with another sign and another slough of fast food restaurants. McDonalds had a restaurant off both exits, exactly one mile apart. As I drove between the McDonalds, I drove past a golf pro shop that looked closed, a mall that most definitely was shuttered, and a giant beer mug announcing a casino just a few miles further down the road. I wondered if the diet coke also came in 20-foot glasses. How big were the jumbo shrimp there? What about Little Debbie’s?

Then I started thinking about the church. Aside from the fact that almost anything begins a segued trail through my mind to food, this was now the opposite. I again imagined the optimistic traveler who drove past the overstated demarcation of Jackson and its attractions. It would be a fair assumption that there was very little promise in this town. 

They would drive through. They may stop at the McDonalds… but exploration, commitment and residing there for even one night would be a non-consideration.

The revelation is that I know Jackson. The signs advertise the wrong things. The town has quite a few really great reasons to stop… even frequent. There are two fantastic sushi places, a quaint coffee shop with live music, some authentic Mexican bistros, a Chicago style pizza sports bar, the Cascade Falls, a hidden bike trail, bicycle shops, a prison museum, some vibrant churches and a public park which is, frankly, surprising. There is an ice rink which happens to be a rarity in this part of Michigan. There are even more hotels, but you would have to be on a different road to see their advertisements. The first sign may be accurate after all. The second set of signs undersell and simplify what’s available. Jackson is more than two McDonalds, side by side.

Sometimes, we as followers of Jesus advertise our faith with the grandest sign, but when our friends see our lives, they think we are something they can have at any life stop. They are wrong of course, because they have never driven off the one road to see what it is about. Believers claim happiness and heaven and freedom as if it’s a Happy Meal. The truth is that some things do exist 0.1 miles off of the exit, but almost never the best things. If I am interested in the richer things, the things that really make me want to stay in Believersville are somewhat further in. This doesn’t mean we can’t gain things 0.1 miles off my straight-line approach to getting somewhere fast. It simply means that our best signs should point to the deeper, richer things. These things make me stay. They help me commit. They deepen my experience, because it’s not about making my trip go faster as it is knowing the value of the investment.

In other words, the fruits of the Spirit are not a list of things added on the dollar menu to my bathroom stop. They are instead a revelation of the person I am becoming when I choose to live here in the Jesus tribe. I commit to the person I am becoming. I commit to Jesus’ vision for my life, for sometimes a filet-o-fish is great, but it is never better than sushi. 

For to us was born today, in the city of David, a savior, which is Christ, my Lord and our hope. Can’t you feel the power of God in those blessed words?

Merry Christmas! The New Year rises and falls on our ability to invite people to the table and God’s promise to sit with us there. 

How can this not be our Christian desire? The tears are leaving a well-worn path down my cheek. My emotions have come at the craft of Idina Menzel. I have realized that music connects me emotionally to a place where God moves my actions in the way that a skilled Masseur moves my hand to involuntary motion by compressing and releasing nerves. I have no choice but to flex and grasp in obedience.

There are emanating truths that transcend our religious, political and ideological differences. They come from the heart of God. These irresistible acts are pressed into our psyche because we are created to hear God’s voice. We are hard-wired to respond to God’s audible sighs. 

As Christmas comes into its own, we notice that people react to the promise of goodness, hospitality, generosity and practical expressions of goodwill. I contend that this is the DNA imprint left on humanity by God’s creation. After all, we are made in the image of God, but the spirit of Christmas goes far beyond a simple outward expression of Samaritan intentions.

It is the season most marked by the story of God’s display of care and investment… of love. Jesus Christ was born to us, for us, because of our need, and inspired by our condition. It is the single most distinction of the Christian God, that He became Emmanuel, God with us. 

It was not a gesture to the desperate masses but a complete manifestation of love, demonstrated and awakened in each of us because we know we were made for more. We also know that the “more” is not just a good feeling. In fact, some people react to the season of God’s profound love with a reaction that is the worst of our behavior, but even that is still a reaction, a response to God’s voice in each of us. It makes me wonder.

Is there still room at the table for those we disagree with? Is there a place of hospitality at the feast prepared by my Lord? My heart feels it. My soul cries for it above the din demanding to have its own way, to be recognized as right, important, and valuable. Not all that long ago, I did not want to share my place at our own table with outsiders. I wanted it for myself. I fought for the quiet right to be aloof, distant and exclusionary, but that is not the heart of God. It is not our Christmas. It is not our heart.

This year, I would love to see the Church of Christ open its spots at the table to dissenters and revolutionaries and to embittered, hostile and angry rejectors. I wonder if I would be quiet enough in that room, accepting enough. As we invite, I pray that people may see a tiny glow that comes from standing in closeness to the baby sent to the stable. 

I know that we often hear about our rights in this day of opposition. I am just foolish enough to believe that if I act the part of the lamb and live more like the messiah at His birth, the residual imprint that exists in each life may vibrate to the tones of God. Today I am wishing Merry Christmas to the enemies of God. I am bidding God’s grace and light to pour out in the lives of rapists, terrorists, thieves and murderers, for my keeping them away from my table has done little to move them toward the love of God and His forgiveness. Merry Christmas!