WE CAN DO THIS

I'm including a lengthy message from Roger Dickson. Would you please take the time to read it all the way through and then see my note at the conclusion?

AFRICA INTERNATIONAL MISSIONS
P.O. Box 1919
Bellville 7535,
South Africa
Dr. Roger E. Dickson

MISSIONARY TRASHES PLEAS FOR BIBLES!

I AM A FRUSTRATED MISSIONARY! Maybe my wife, Martha, and I are in a unique ministry. Africa International Missions is a continental effort to help anybody, anywhere in Africa. So the pleas come in from everywhere. And what do I do with the pleas for Bibles for which you have NO MONEY JUST TO PAY THE POSTAGE BILL TO SEND THEM OUT?

YOU THROW THE PLEAS IN THE TRASH AND BEG FOR FORGIVENESS!

You think I'm kidding. Not on you life. We receive so many pleas for the word of God that there is no possible way to answer them. And so, we just throw the letters in the trash. Here are some pleas that went to the trash:

"Sir, we have Bible group discussions every Sunday before church starts to study the word of God. But sir, we do not have Bibles to use for the group discussions, which has been one of our major problems to study the Bible. Christians cannot learn the word of God without the Holy Book. Therefore, as the deacon and the leader of the group, I am standing on behalf of my group to beg you to send us some Holy Bibles to make available to our group." Hanson Ofoe Agu, New Town, Ghana

We threw this plea in the trash.

"We walk in the villages and preach the word of God. Many people come asking questions and then repent of their sins. But the problem which we face is that we need Bibles. Please send us Bibles for us to preach the word of God well." Patrick Mubisa, Chitipa, Malawi

Straight to the trash!

"I came from a Muslim family by the grace of the Almighty God. I gave my life to Christ. Since then I have a big problem with my family who sent me out of school and out of the community. The last message I heard from my friends before I ran to Gambia was that my family wanted to kill me because I changed to being a Christian. The purpose for my writing to you is to plead for Christ sake ... send me a Bible and Christian literature for me and my wife." W. M. Majaro, The Gambia

Yes, this one went to the trash!

"The village where we are has been greatly struck with diseases, which has resulted in many deaths, leaving many children homeless and many orphans. We are writing to request your help or assistance for materials. Right now, we are greatly requesting for 70 Holy Bibles. Our members cannot afford to buy Bibles and many have not opened a Bible since they were born. Beloved brother and sister, we are greatly praying and fasting for you to help us out with this great gift anyone could receive. We really have many numbers of false religions. We want to try our best to reach all of them with the truth of God's gospel." David Gbuyi, Gunedogun Village, Nigeria

TRASHED!

"I am your brother and a believer also. I am nine years old this year. I worship at the above church mentioned inside this note. In God's name, I am begging you people with all my mind and the love of God, provide me with one Bible through your good office." Eze Nnadozie, Benin City, Nigeria

TRASHED!

"Please, I am an evangelist here in Ghana who preaches in the market and at truck stations. I preach also by moving from door to door from different houses for the salvation of lost souls. Through the preaching, many people have been converted to God. The majority of the people don't have Bibles. They come to church empty handed. So when there is the need to open to the Bible to search for the word of God, there is no way for them. Please, I am pleading with your ministry to come to my aid by sending me 20 Bibles." Emmanuel Kwamina Ephraim, Ketan Sekondi, Ghana

TRASHED!

"My name is Maureen Watch Eze. We fellowship in a Bible believing church. The church has about 100 members with a man of God who is also a devoted man of God. I am serving as a worker in my church, leading the Sarah Group Evangelical Team. The Sarah Group comprises of women above the age of 60 in our church. Our aim is to reach out to souls for Christ, especially those above 60. Most of them appreciate welcoming mothers of the same age, and thus we have won many souls by God's grace. My purpose for writing today is to make a request for Bibles. We are 23 in the Sarah Group and 15 of us do not have a Bible and cannot afford to buy one. I am appealing to you to kindly send us 15 Bibles." Maureen Watch Eze, Benin City, Nigeria

Had enough?

"Please, I am a man of 42 years of age and my wife and I have five children. But sir, we do not have a Bible to use for church service. We are not the only people who go to church without a Bible. Most of the members of the church do not have Bibles to use, and our preacher always tells us to bring our Bibles to church. But we do not bring them because we do not have them. The fact is that most of us just do not have Bibles. And as a true Christian you need to have a Bible to use for daily learning and studies since without the Bible you cannot learn the word of God. I am asking you to come to our aid by sending some Holy Bibles to make it possible for everyone to have access to them to use for their studies. God bless you for having it in your mind to grant us the word of God. I cannot wait to see the parcel of the Holy Bibles you send to us. God bless you for your kind heartedness towards human-beings." Maxwell Agbarkey, Ashaiman, Ghana

What kind of missionary would trash such requests from a continent pleading for Bibles? A missionary with funds to do so, that's who.

WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF YOU RECEIVED REQUESTS AS THIS DAY AFTER DAY AFTER DAY, BUT COULD DO NOTHING ABOUT IT? WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

That's right, just go out to eat and spend $15.00 for the meal. You just "ate" THREE BIBLES that we could have been sent to requests as the above. So, before you blame the missionary who trashed the request, remember, "Thou art the man, also."

(Yes, this is one of those email messages that should be passed around like all that other stuff. If you can pass on some joke, then surely you can pass on something as this. If your heart aches for Africa like ours, then do something.)

Now, church, we can do something about this. We can! I want to ask you to consider raising funds for "postage" for this man and his wife to be able to send out the Bibles. They aren't asking for Bibles. They don't have the money to pay the postage. We can help. Would you pass this need along.

Would you make comments on this blog as to your intent and effort. We can help an entire continent of spiritually hungry people. We can do it. Yes, I know you support many things...many great things in your congregation. I'm simply asking you to consider adding this plea to your list of good works.

If you would be so inclined, please send money immediately to:

Bibles for Africa (Postage)
Southwest church of Christ
4515 Cornell
Amarillo, TX 79109

.....and let us know of your intent that we might build huge momentum for this great call.

CONFIDENCE IN THE SPIRIT

Our confidence is not in ourselves, but in the Spirit of Christ so says the writer in Second Corinthians chapter three. Confidence is a mighty word in the God-Scenario. Bigger yet, it's an amazing possession. The mere presence of it implies challenge. Who would need such if the stakes weren't high? Whether taking finals, applying for a job, or dealing with poor health we pretty well fare according to the confidence thermometer.

Our confidence is not in me nor in each other. It is in the Holy Spirit. Do you grasp how this tilts the playing field.....in our favor? The Spirit, from the very beginning, mastered in bringing order to chaos. Read Genesis chapter one. Chaos. Challenge. It is the Holy Spirit who brings order to our chaotic challenge. Read Titus 3:3ff. He lives in us to regenerate, re-energize, and renew. That's the job description of God's Spirit. We must step out of His way that He provide us the more impactive and efficient way.

What's our job description? Believe Him/Them. Believe God. Believe Jesus. Believe the Holy Spirit. We are advantaged when it dawns on us that we are disadvantaged. Only the Creative God would order life so ideally backward. I cheer you on today. Be confident in the Holy Spirit of God. He knows how to do what we wish we could....but feel so stumped as to where to begin. He begins.

Our job? To believe in Him a whole lot more than we trust our own aspiring genius.

WHAT DOES THE HOLY SPIRIT DO?

I will ask the Father, and He will give you another Helper, that He may be with you forever; that is the Spirit of truth, whom the world cannot receive, because it does not behold Him or know Him, but you know Him because He abides with you, and will be in you...John 14:16-17.

Jesus left earth in order to send His Spirit. Jesus would transition from living in one slender mobile body to a few who became hundreds who became decades and centuries of thousands! He said he would send a Helper. What will a Helper do for us? Get a notebook and write this down.

The Helper will Help us help people.

That's it.

The Helper will come to help us help people. Believers have Help to help others.

Yesterday I was on my way back to the office and I saw a man thumbing a ride and carrying a gasoline can. It was cold out. I turned around and went back for him. He had run out of gasoline, walked to the nearest station and they were out and he was on his way to yet another. I gladly got him back to his truck with the needed fuel.

While were at the light at 11th and Memorial I pointed to the church building with the huge slanted roof. I told him I preach there and if he ever needs to start life over, that's one place to begin. Tony immediately started in: You're a preacher? I was telling my boss yesterday I've got to find a preacher. Man, I turn 44 Saturday and look at me. I've done nothing with my life. It's a bummer, man. Look at me. I've got to do better than this.

I didn't slam on the brakes, run into a light pole, or anything of the sort. I just stayed with him. I told him I knew exactly what he was talking about and I'd be so happy to sit with him when he had time and go over a lot of things I thought would cheer him on. He seemed encouraged just to have had that brief conversation.

I'm telling you everywhere we turn strangers and colleagues are needing help because they don't like who they are or where they are. We can't help by ourselves. But with the Helper, we can be of help....don't you think?

A TOTALLY DIFFERENT TOPIC...STEROIDS

Cheating is cheating regardless of whether the arena is famous or unnoticed. The baseball world...which has my attention...is torn between the damage drugs do and the men we admire from a distance (and some as personal friends). The news from George Mitchell's report yesterday is no news at all. The talk of punishment and attack on this problem only calls for more shrugs and yawns. MLB has never been serious about this problem and that's why a few minor leaguers get their hands slapped during the season. Baseball gurus hope this little signal pacifies those wondering if this problem is being attended.

While the players deservedly will take the hits upon any penalties distributed (And who expects much of that?), there are matters not headed for congress which also should be investigated. What causes this blatant cheating? Money. The top 24 guys leaving Spring Training get the big bucks. The top spending teams "usually" have the best shot at the pennant....and additional money.

Who pays the big bucks to the big guys while turning their heads from the fact a player has bulked up and hits the ball so far and throws so strongly? The owners. They don't care about the men. Their bottom dollar is the bottom dollar.

At one time there was a Major League Commissioner who served neutrally between owners and players.....until the last appointment. The owners selected a man among themselves to be the new commissioner, Bud Selig, who once owned the Milwaukee Brewers. Today he's going to clean up the drug problem. How's he going to do that without cleaning up the dollar problem which has his ear bent by each of the owners?

I remain a die-hard baseball fan. The game, however, has lost its glitter and its charm because skill has been replaced by greed and the marketing schemes which follow. My proposal is to penalize the owners, the general managers, and the managers in the pocket book at each player violation. Money runs the game. Money removed might correct it.

HOLY OR HOLLOW SPIRIT?

Therefore I, the prisoner of the Lord, implore you to walk in a manner worthy of the calling with which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, showing tolerance for one another in love, being diligent to preserve the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.

Today it's not as risky to confess the Holy Spirit works directly in a believer's life. Twenty-five years ago it was another story. We were grilled in school to never go liberal by saying the Holy Spirit works directly in our lives. I kept such a vow with great pride until the Word would not let me do so another day.

But what about an organization or a group heritage that deletes the Holy Spirit from it's belief code? How will such a system function? Simply by reading the above passage taken from Ephesians 4:1-3, the message is piled high with Holy Spirit fruit words: gentleness, patience, love, and peace. This is the kind of people produced by the Holy Spirit. He bears this sort of produce in God's children.

So what will the church look like if she denies the Holy Spirit activity? The opposite would be true: hateful, bitter, prideful, impatient, and divisive. These marks identify many of the early Restoration groups. Such still exists in strong pattern. If the Holy Spirit is denied access to a group, they cannot possibly bear His fruit nor experience His unity.

Our charge is to determine whether the church of Christ, as far as we have influence, will possess the Holy Spirit or the Hollow Spirit. May we grow in the traits He puts forth.

HELP HAS ARRIVED!

Guys! Now the parade starts over here....then follow the marching band....

Harlo, you'll drive the lead truck.......

And then Mary ran out of leaf bags.........

There went the Christmas decorations!

TAKING ON LIFE WITH A VENGEANCE

Retaliation doesn't seem to fit the concept of living....normally. Yet, I think it does. If one is not careful life will be perceived more from the squeaky-wheeled obstacles than from the abundantly well-oiled opportunities.

We are now in day four of the ice storm. Signs of renewed power and warmth are in my neighborhood but not yet at my house. This week has reminded me of my grandparent's farmhouse which had no insulation and no heat for the upstairs bedrooms. There was a hole in the living room ceiling which dually served as the hole in the floor of one upstairs bedroom. The heat below rose slightly serving as some sort of heat for above. It wasn't much warmth for either room.

My grandmother would set irons on the top of the wood stove all evening. When it was bedtime she would wrap the irons in newspaper, place them beneath the covers at our feet and my brother and I would put our feet on the irons for warmth. The heat lasted 'til we feel asleep or froze to death...whichever came first.

This has been a week of inconvenience. Yet one must not do anything but attack life! It will present itself with times intending to drive us back. Life was created by God for great roar, awesome celebration, and profound glory. I cheer you on to take on life with a vengeance. Fight for it. Defend it. Live like it is one of the most exciting things ever invented!

We have people to love, purposes to fulfill, and opportunities to perceive. Don't miss the forest for the trash along the road. My trees are a disaster at the moment. By April they will be taking new and invigorated form. Plus....I was just needing more firewood.

Like right now before it gets away from you. I drove along our dark streets this morning and thanked God all the way to my coffee shop. He's done it again. He gave us another day and we will hit it with vengeance for all the good stuff buried in the center of it.

ICE STORM....DAY THREE

Tulsa is now in it's third day of the fiercest ice storm in Oklahoma history. At our house we are without power, phone, and heat. We do have a fireplace to put out some heat. We've learned some good things during this cold and overcast event.

1. I've learned a new meaning to the "There's not a thing on TV" comment.
2. Mary has learned that a stool can flush without electricity. She's so excited!
3. How I've longed for just enough TV to see a scrolling of school closings...that would satisfy.
4. I don't like camping out. This week I've learned I don't like camping in.
5. This morning I stepped out on the patio and thought, Wow, it's pretty nice out here. Then I realized it was the same temperature as in there.
6. I so appreciated the four or five cars which simply passed by my property last night. Each time I heard one coming down the ice-crackling street, I leaped to watch them drive by as if they had been special company all evening long.
7. I found myself wishing the phone worked. If only one fund-raising charity would have called me last night, I would have given lots of money...I feel fairly sure!
8. Playing Solitaire by weak candlelight affords the conscience a little more room to cheat.
9. I learned that when it's dark for hours and hours with no heat and no phone and no TV that it takes much longer for the clock to move from 8:10 to 8:20 than when all that other stuff is up and running.

The Ice Storm saga continues......

ICE SHOWER....SECOND DAY

Tulsa is in the midst of an ice storm. Approximately two inches of ice has fallen. Districts are without power meaning nearly 100,000 customers have no electricity. I guess no The Price is Right today!

It's been a night of interruption. A small power plant sets two blocks from our house. Transformers exploded 13 times (I counted) over the night accompanied by the rockets blue glare....not how the Star Spangled Banner exactly described. We have broken limbs falling all around us. One reason is we have 26 trees in our yard. I don't mind it when we lose limbs as long as they don't land on the house. Ice storms are one of God's ways of trimming my trees.

I like these kinds of days/nights. Disruption of the usual isn't all bad. Yes, I dressed by candle light this morning at 5:30. That was the time of the 13th explosion so I just got up. I started a fire in the fireplace to have some portion of heat, lit a couple of candles so see by, and was on the road by 6:15 with nowhere in particular to go.....except for coffee.

I've learned this morning of several others without power. Some are transferring their household to stay with close friends. These are great days! How fun!

Enjoy your day. It's looking like it's going to be another good one!

CYBER-CHURCH

God is throwing Oklahoma a shower! It's an ice shower. Limbs are breaking, pathways are slick, and roadways are to be respected. Today, Sunday, we are having no church in "the" building. Scattered into family zones, we will have church in the buildings. Nonetheless, we are having church! We have it everyday. We are a part of His kingdom and the works fly with speed and distance and effectiveness....every day.

So here I am stepping up to my cyber-pulpit as we are beginning wireless church. What? We can't be ready for the sermon? And, why is that? Because we have not had our usual cyber-announcements. Of course. Therefore:

• You need to know building church is cancelled.
• Tonight's children's play practice and party are cancelled.
• Be sure to bring plenty of cookies Wednesday evening as we have company coming! Lindbergh Elementary (our adopted public school) will be practicing their Christmas Program before all of us. Be ready to meet and greet!
• We want to be in prayer for: Randy and Kerrie Rodriguez who left for Borger, Texas as her uncle Jim passed away; for Ben Gatewood as he recovers from surgery, for Max Mayes (Shawn's dad) who is recovering from heart surgery.

Now that we've sung a few songs from our hearts and the children have been dismissed to their cyber-rooms, here's today's thought:

• IS IT WE WHO HAVE CHURCH OR IS IT CHURCH WHICH HAS US?

It's quite odd to talk the way we do. Church is never cancelled. Meeting times are. At some distant points in our lives various ones of us believed church was encompassed in attendance at a building three times a week. The ones who punched the attendance clock each of the three times week after week and even year after year were considered to be the faithful....by those who attended all three times.

Church is where believers in Christ are. True, it is always powerful when assembled. The thrust of spiritual awareness is capable of peak performance during those meetings. We need to be together. Yet, the church is no less the church when it is scattered. Such times are moments of His brilliance activity as well. There are those traveling through airports this morning who will miss kingdom opportunity because they think that since not in a church building it isn't a time for God. It surely is.

While many will read this from nearby cities, distant states, or far away countries, I basically write to my Memorial Drive friends this morning. We are having church! It is wherever we happen to be. Today....it's not together in the flesh. Today...as in all days....it is together in the spirit.

Now, shall we stand for one last cyber-song?

IT MAY BE WE NEED MORE SIN IN OUR LIVES

Ah, that was an unfair title. To be taken literally is blasphemy. What I really want to say is nearly as stark; yet this one will be true. It may be we need more sinners in our lives.

I wonder if the church doesn't show signs of living on the spoiled side of Americanism. I wonder if we have it so good in so many areas we've become finicky, fastidious, and fussy. The reason I question us is from the time Mary and I were converted "to the truth" it has been one heated argument after divisive conflict among the churches of Christ. For me it began with the surprising doctrine of mixed swimming. It escalated from there in preaching school as to whether it was liberal to have a mother's day out program. You understand the chatter all too well.

Are we spoiled rotten? Do our churches and individuals need more sinners in their lives (I speak as if we are not sinful enough ourselves.)? The world is broken. Young people without hair due to disease, old people committing suicide due to forgotten loneliness, and families whose emotions are thread-bare due to unwise money management and social pressures to keep up.

Each community is so broken it can hardly afford for those who have God-connections to get distracted over whether it's all right to lift hands during songs or whether women can pray when men are present. Such IS blasphemy.

There is great...no urgent....need for us to keep moving toward unity of Christ in the Spirit of peace as there are so many sinful and broken neighbors we cannot fix them all. It's so much worse. We can hardly fix but a very few. The need is there! The great...no urgent...news is the hope IS there!

May we think twice before we engage in doctrinal wars. Jesus always leans toward the broken sinner and their present plight. I believe you believe He still leans the same way today...through us.

A FIRST TIME EXPERIENCE

Yesterday nearly twenty staff members of eight area congregations met for lunch. Others in the area wanted to be there, but were interrupted in their schedule. It was a "preachers' luncheon". Ah, my keyboard would hardly go with me on that typing.

It was different than any such experience I've had in my 30+ years in Tulsa. There was unanimous respect and love and support. I was very moved. Marvin wept. He leaned over at one point and in broken sentence said, There "is" hope.

We discussed our various works. The body of Christ in Tulsa has a lot of rich labor being exerted in things that matter. I am personally so happy to see consistent interest by so many churches in giving Memorial Drive assistance with the workshop. It's been a long time coming, but I felt we would get there.

For the first time I sense such harmony among so many area preachers. Truly, my first two decades in this area were pretty rough. I don't know if these younger guys get the picture. Marvin and I do. We've never seen unity before. What a sight! Guys laughing and genuinely interested in one another...and not just a select few of one another....everyone was in the mix. No cheap shots. No rolling of the eyes. No sneering. Amazing joy! Moving joy! Sheer joy!

WHEN THE FOG LIFTS

When I write of struggles, I trust you don't interpret such as complaint. My intent is to hopefully give others insight as to possibilities in the center of their frustrations. Not everything is a rose garden, but everything is a yes...II Cor. 1:18-20. Each of us lives in the BCZ (Being Challenged Zone). Our goal is to use these incidents to discover the living nature of Jesus that we keep moving forward.

Lately I have walked in a terrible fog. I have felt pressed by projects and stressed by people. Ever been there? Thought so. That's why I write this. Several wonderful things are on my plate. One of them being a newly envisioned celebrity golf tournament sponsored by Memorial Drive to benefit Tulsa Public Elementary Schools. I had envisioned raising $50,000 to $100,000. My four teammates working with me on this project envision $20,000 per school....or a total of $1,160,000. This is too huge for my little brain.

We set the tournament date and we were off.....but not for long. A debate arose among those responsible in the accounting area as to how we should proceed regarding a tax exemption. One way seemed much easier. I was needing that one to be our route. I didn't make persuasive calls or send notes to plead my case (Oh, please. Oh, please.) that we don't have the time to go through the more detailed exemption process. I left it alone and simply waited. Yesterday the decision came down and it didn't go the way I had hoped.

Immediately the fog lifted. It was as if He needed me to wait in a stupor, get the decision I didn't think I wanted, and then open my eyes to His direction.....once again. The vote I thought might sink our efforts didn't. It enhanced them. When the fog lifted, here's what I saw:

1. We will most likely be forced to move the date of the tournament back. This will give us much necessary and productive additional time to form a less rushed approach toward the contributors.
2. We cannot quit. If this effort is this difficult it surely is a signal we are onto something valuable to kingdom efforts.
3. We will be forming our efforts in the wisest accountability fashion.
4. We see everyone involved from Memorial, once again, pulling together to do a top-notch work.
5. God still leads.

This wasn't what I wanted...initially. The distraction and the delay only created uneasiness for me. But here's my main point: when I changed my thinking about such details the fog lifted. Isn't that true of every stressful, nagging circumstance? As a man thinketh in his heart.....the fog lifts!

(Note I've written two blogs for today. See Wild Faith written later in the day Wednesday.)

WILD FAITH

I visited with one of my favorite friends today about her child's ambition to go on a mission trip this summer into a foreign zone. Tears were in her eyes and then mine as she spoke apprehensively about such a young one being so determined to move out on this when mom and dad aren't so sure. Our discussion leads me to write of significant future considerations for the sake of other parents who will deal with similar circumstances. First, one must realize I am expressing an opinion. It is a strong one; and maybe biased.

I believe parents should praise God when their kids want to risk danger to serve God. What more could we want? I'd rather my kids get hurt risking to reach people than waste away playing life safe. It was terribly stressful to let Tim (at age 17) go off to AIM which eventually meant Portugal for 18 months. While he was there he fell from a cliff forty feet and nearly died. We didn't have the money to go see him. It was a rugged time for our family. But not once did we wish we hadn't let him go.

I came home one Sunday afternoon and Wendy (then college age) had gone out along the highway and brought a couple home who had become stranded. She got them in out of the summer heat. They were strangers. She didn't know them. She was at risk. I am proud she'd care more for others than herself. Isn't that what we say Jesus wants during our safe Sunday School lessons?

Most likely Dusty's more powerful training came from going into St. Louis' local prisons to work time and time again with those jailed. It was a harsh experience. He cried because he could not understand how to connect with the prisoners....at first...and second....and third. One day he got it! It takes faithful grit to endure such places.

Here's my advice. Don't tame wild faith. Faith in Jesus, like Jesus, for Jesus, if successful, will lead to the cross...daily. While we talk surrender we seem to walk tidy. Following Jesus is a beautiful thing. Yet, from watching his actual walk we must admit it was often messy.

WHAT TO DO WITH YOUR WORKSHOP COMMENTS

Earlier in the week I sought your input regarding workshop speakers: basically known versus unknown. Responses were varied, of course, and focused on opposite ends of the spectrum. However, in them I think I see a possibility to what to do. Really, we are working in the kingdom as a team; you and me. Whatever we do will be just right. Your tones seem to be in sync with such an estimation. I like how we work together.

While our Memorial team works diligently on the event, we feel it belongs to the brotherhood. That's why we've listened for 32 years to input. Yes, a few have demanded we do it their way or else. Most have shared ideas with supportive expression of "if this should work, then maybe". As a result we grow together for the cause of missions and evangelism. We will do nothing but improve because our mission is to grow in Him.

Here's what occurred to me in reading your responses. I had originally planned on '09 being keynotes of less famous. However, we must consider the thousands who travel great distances at great expense who never get to hear some of these heroes but once a year....here. Yet, what do we do when we add the comments which legitimately point out so many others deserve to be heard?

Here's my plan for '09 due to what I gleaned from your comments. I'm going to do my best to put together a team of keynoters fairly well-known. But before they speak, let's create a time of testimony where ones (one per each keynote) out in the field doing the work can share with us how they are experiencing God. We'll sing! We'll collect the money! We'll pray! We'll sing! We'll have inspiring witnessing! Then we'll have the evening sermon! We'll sing! Then we'll have responses and mention every one by name who responds. Then we'll pray. Then we'll go get some rest, sorta, and back at it the next day and the next!

Here's what I think. After all these years we are just getting started. We have so much to learn and so much to improve and so much to look forward to. I am as excited each year as if I'm the new guy on the block. Kingdom life does not get old. It gets young. Your comments count. Thanks to each for allowing me the room to work with them.

What thinketh ye?

RACIAL PREJUDICE

Racial prejudice has not ended. I wonder if it is gaining steam. I'm not referring to the differences due to skin color; but that of religious viewpoint. God's children are a chosen race. His chosen ones always have stiff opposition. We are there.

Contempt for Christianity is strong. Bigotry is in its glory once again. Churches find resistance, faith causes find abundant criticism, and the term Christmas is being moved steadily toward the back door. One day Christianity will awaken to the fact that its race is being rudely told to sit in the back of the bus.

I believe one day many as Rosa Parks will say, No more! I believe it's being said already by believers of Christ in other nations. Martyrdom is not dead. A bloody battle is going on in other continents for the rights to believe God. America, so far, basically reads about it with an indifferent shrug. Yet, racial prejudice is found on our governing boards as well as in our coffee shops. Christians in America are doing today what the then-termed Negroes did in the 1800s and 1900s. We are saying, Yes sir. No Ma'am. Where would you allow me to sit? When would you like me to speak? How would you prefer I say it? How may I keep out of your way?

Just as African-Americans understand slavery all too well in ways those of my skin color cannot even imagine, the Race of God is centered in a similar battle for freedom. There once was a state marker (and I assume it remains) along highway 63 entering the university town of Columbia, Missouri which promoted an Islamic agenda. A Christian cause would not be allowed. After all, Merry Christmas written atop of fire stations is forbidden. The more the Race of God realizes the actual existence and direct activity of the Holy Spirit the more paralleling obstruction we'll find from society in general that we cannot take such faith into the market place.

It is time we awaken to where America is headed. In general she is taking on a spirit that God and His race are the lesser sort and we will learn our place or pay the penalty for it. The issue is freedom. I think the government has cordoned off land sections called church buildings and told us we can do what we want on our land, but don't mingle with the natives.

Jesus called us to go into all the world. He has never rescinded such a charge.

INVESTING IN THE FUTURE

Give yourself away before you die.

Pay attention; not to how you are doing, but where you are being spent.

Give yourself to others. Do it wisely. Build a wall of determination to become focused on spending yourself by investing in others.

Yesterday Jason Thornton preached....while I sat down and listened. What a wonderful sermon he delivered. I called him yesterday afternoon to tell him I thought it was his best yet. This was a very great blessing to my heart. On one hand he doesn't need much training as he can hold his own in the pulpit. On the other hand, because he is effective as an instrument for God, Jason will continually be groomed and trained to become even more useful and powerful.

It brings my heart great delight to develop leadership skills by being able to retract my public appearance versus being the up-front visible one. When we die our possessions are distributed among the survivors. While we live our spiritual genes should be voluntarily distributed to our colleagues.

I encourage you to get more done by investing in the future by sharing with the present. You'll live on in others.........even after your body had faded away.

WORKSHOP QUESTION

Memorial is deep into workshop mode. This week our crew worked on '08, '09, and '10 plans. We work year round simultaneously on at least the next two workshops. It's a trip putting titles and speakers and facilities and calendars into hopefully effective coordination.

Give me your opinion. I have worked on 30+ venues....splitting every other year mostly with Marvin and later Wade. Let's talk speakers. We have the favorites in Randy Harris, Jeff Walling, Don McLaughlin, Marvin Phillips, Mike Cope....and on the list goes. I really like to bring in the not-so-famous in name because they, too, are doing terrific work in their various fields.

For '09 I am considering having day and evening keynotes be delivered by the 'blue collar" guys out there hammering away in kingdom effectiveness? Does this discourage attendance or enhance it? Would you rather travel to Tulsa to hear the Buddy Bells and Jeff Wallings....or to hear the not-as-famous who also do fabulous work? The more popular guys would be doing classes, but not keynotes that particular year.

What's your take?

EVER FEEL BUMMED?

What's is like preaching for one of the neatest congregations in the world? Too good to be true. What's it like getting to do the multi-directional ministries I get to tackle? Fascinating. What's it like having hoards of people love you and treat you like royalty? Too dear. What's it like being a human being in the center of all of this? Most days great and some days bummer.

The few days have been bummer to me. Charles Swindoll laughingly told me of the time he was washing his hands in the restroom. A fellow entered and said, I don't believe it! I never thought of you as ever going to the bathroom! We both laughed at that one. I'm not Charles Swindoll, but I do have the best life in town. Therefore I tell you two things about me: I also go to the bathroom and I get discouraged. The latter is my focus this morning.

I deplore down days. I'm not good at them. They hurt me deeply. I must tell you (again) they, too, are a powerful yes. Bummer days are needed. On those days we can find reason to immediately park our high horses and dismount. Usually these days bring about needed and painful reflection. I get very blue over rehearsing moves I've made that were either unwise or failures.....or both. Such inner-reflection pulls me down.

My eyes glare at the screen but my heart won't supply my hands with encouragement to type. I just sit. I can open books, but my eyes refuse to interpret for me. I can see the page, but can't read the print. I just stare. I can go shopping. But things no longer appeal. My appetite for activity becomes anemically diseased, or something. And so, I go through the least motions possible to get by until the light comes on...or in.

Not a pretty picture, you say? No, it's not. However, it is where real people live. The good news is you and I are real people. Elijah whipped up on 450 false prophets of Baal only to find his next few days in hiding because he was depressed being terrorized by a woman. Weird? We are all weird.

Fortunately, God uses the weird. We have hope. God makes something out of nothing and brings life to the dead things...Romans 4:17. When we feel the most nothing or the most dull, we can count on Him to do great things yet!

BRAND NEW HOPE

I'm reading (quite slowly) a big, thick, new book by Dr. Oz called You. It's the latest in a series of three. A friend recommended it and I find it fascinating. I'm only just past the inside jacket flaps. However, the book promises to inform its readers of scientific discoveries which will curb aging. What few paragraphs I've read enthuse me to continue on.

The thought occurred to me of the similar rush we feel (should feel) while reading the revelatory Word of God. It's not a poem we dust off for reading sentiment. The Bible dances with celebration and prods with promise that we will discover brand new hope...again....and again...and again. You presents the case that new evidence explored over the past five years gives insight for new and exciting health. The Bible takes a back seat to no book from Barnes and Noble.

Why would we assume the scriptures to be less weighty? One of the things I really enjoy about my kingdom connection is that so many other cells in the body (you, for instance) are so wide-eyed about faith and its tremendous possibilities. Recently the news reports several who are questioning the operations of Tulsa's Oral Roberts University. Yukon native Mart Green and his family have pledged $70,000,000 to help out the struggling school. An article yesterday told of Green once fasting 33 days and on Thanksgiving Day breaking a 40 day fast.

Could it be Mr. Green has an awareness I know nothing about? It's not only probable. I believe it to be factual. Yet, the good news is that what he knows through his walk with God is available.

Life is available! That's what I want you to get today. Disrupt a rut or two. Break out. Don't stop at go! Run! Because of the remaining untapped resource of Jesus and the cross, no man has discovered near what is available to the human mind and heart.

We have a brand new hope!

YESTERDAY'S RESPONSES

Yesterday's blog regarding "anonymous" turned out to be a home run. Why? Because what I wrote about came true. There are blessings in the center of painful encounters. Note the encouraging dialog with Anonymous yesterday.

Anonymous said...
Yes I misread, I am sorry, after I reread I understand that it was not members from Memorial or you."Blood thirsty" I get that from people all the time that have left Garnett, as in the above post. Even 4 or 5 years later people are still mad, Not just mad, but blood thirsty about hurting people emotionally, at Garnett, Leaders and Elders. It just blows my mind that the people that left can not let it go.It just gets old Garnett being bashed over and over. I hate to here it. I think they that left, are better off and Garnett is better off. A win win. I just wish that the leader bashing would stop. Those guys are doing there best and I support them. They are working and making hard calls and it comes from there heart. They are not out to harm or hurt anyone. It’s a hard job. There is no spin job going on either. The facts are Garnett can not afford to do the workshop, does not have enough volunteer base that wants to do the workshop. It is just a hard call that will make people mad again at the Leaders but a call that has to be made.I slammed you to Terry and that was not right either. I did to you what I hate.I think I over reacted so again I am sorry Terry, Please forgive me. I hope you understand.Thanks
8:11 AM
Terry Rush said...
Dear Anonymous,What a nice thing to happen to us. I am most appreciative to know you simply misunderstood. Such does happen on occasion, huh?I've lived in your shoes....the in-fighting and the out-fighting.... and it's terribly disruptive, isn't it? I don't blame you for it surely does get old to keep encountering matters which should be forgiven and forgotten. I am sorry for your hurt. Thank you for not running away. Many may have. Too, thank you again for your kind response. It surely helps my day!
9:12 AM
Anonymous said...
Words are like knife.I have had words cut me from another on a blog a few months back that cut me like a knife, I tried and tried to make things right but she never cared but to hold the bitterness.It hurt bad bc I had no idea unit I read her blog. Thur the weekend and the next week it bothered me unit I have slowly forgave.Now I have hurt another and I can see it went in like a knife. I am sorry.Word are like a knife.I want to use my words to encourage. from the one with bad words to Mem and Terry
3:37 PM
Terry Rush said...
Anonymous Friend,All is fine between us. Zero hard feelings. One of the marvelous things about forgiveness is it usually makes the two side even more cohesive. Such is the case with us. We will serve side by side, stronger than ever!Blessings!
6:04 PM

Sometimes we find that hurt runs quite deeply. Sometimes we would do well to let the Spirit bear His fruit. It is worth the risk. In this case I am happy He did.

"ANONYMOUS" BLESSES AND TRAINS US

The following comment (and my response) on my blog of November 14...TULSA WORKSHOP: LEADERSHIP ADJUSTMENTS FOR THE FUTURE....was left yesterday.

Anonymous said...
Why bash Garnett and the Elders and leaders so much? I thought we are on the same team doing work for the Lord. Terry, do you smile at these comments? and say nothing? Why would people at Memorial say these things? I am anonymous bc I do not trust these blood thirsty people. No different in Jesus time either.

Terry Rush said...
To "Anonymous-the-last", I feel you must be misreading the comments:
1. Did you read my article supporting Garnett and their elders?
2. Did you see a couple of comments where I got in trouble for supporting them?
3. Where do you get Memorial commentors degrading Garnett? It isn't there.
4. So what am I not understanding from you? Where are you getting "blood thirsty"?
5. I have tried to assure you I am not attacking anyone.

Something is amiss here. I've never attacked Garnett and no commentors from Memorial did either. It is still...I will say once again....difficult to respond to "anonymous". Yet, I try. We love Garnett...and those who are hurt by staying and those who are hurt in leaving. If you should not be satisfied and leave another anonymous note degrading and misrepresenting my efforts....then that will have to suffice. I will not respond again. My duty is to support Wade and Garnett...and I have.

The reason I post this is to encourage those of you who are trying your best to lead, yet continue to take hits. How do we deal with "anonymous"? (I heard last night of a local preacher who's been getting so many hateful letters...unsigned.) Trying to deal with this when it hits one personally is so different than offering advice when you haven't been on the receiving end. I am on the receiving end. So listen up if this would help.

Hateful words aren't of the Holy Spirit. However, He can use them to our advantage. Among the many characteristics of Jesus, he was a master at taking criticism. We must have injury to learn his walk. Injury will hurt; that's its purpose. Use these times to try to learn not to lash back. That's a big difference in Jesus from me. I hit the end of my rope and "kaboom", I begin to swing. I'll take it for months...even years....and then I'll break. Jesus wouldn't. He stayed on the cross.

Being hurt is an important part of ministerial training. When we learn to love those who are trying to kill us, it may be a good signal we are starting to get just a glimpse of what our Friend endured. He did it. We can, too. But, as for me and maybe you...it will take some practice. Nicely said....but difficultly walked as practice can only come from the training of more injurious insult. If we are to grow we must accept the scholarship of pain which is issued often by "anonymous".

WHILE WE WORK TOGETHER FROM DIFFERENT ARENAS

We are strugglers. Each finds moments of uncertainty only to be met with renewed surges of clarity and vision. The church is a continual refining process. Three steps forward and two steps back are more than just an old book title of Charles Swindoll's. It's the defining pace of kingdom effort.

We will do well to give each other all the room and all the slack we can as we surely need it from God. He calls it mercy. We need one another when we are succeeding and when we are unstable. Peter had Jesus' complete partnership when he did that walking around on top of the water thing. Jesus is here for us.

A recent note from a dear friend whom I greatly admire says: We are venturing into uncharted and uncertain waters. We are questioning the old "vision" of mega church, and finding out that there may be a better way to be Jesus to the world. I find myself in a new paradigm where "Church of Christ" as we know it doesn't seem to fit anymore. "Unchurch of Christ" seems to fit better and seems to fit better with the vision of the original "Jesus" movement. With sentiment, I miss the Old days and the old ways, yet with courage and strength of spirit I see God working in new ways that I cannot dismiss. I acknowledge that our leadership has weaknesses, but as Paul emphasized in 2 Cor 9:12, God's grace is found in weakness.

If we are growing we are likely to find ourselves in new paradigms where our friends aren't. Patient love is major for such times as these. We are moving forward; some in giant steps and others in gigantic questions. Due to the nature of Jesus we have reason to be full of exciting hope!

WHAT DO WE NEED GOD FOR?

I share this excerpt from John Eldredge that it might refresh our spirits to the continual need for God to be free to be Himself among us.....and within us.

Don't get me wrong----science has given us many wonderful advances in sanitation, medicine, transportation. But we've tried to use those methods to tame the wildness of the spiritual frontier. We take the latest marketing methods, the newest business management fad, and we apply it to ministry. The problem with modern Christianity's obsession with principles is that it removes any real conversation with God. Find the principle, apply the principle--what do you need God for? So Oswald Chambers warns us, "Never make a principle out of your experience; let God be as original with other people as he is with you."

It has been such a subtle maneuver of man to claim theological understanding and explanation of God as if he were to fit on our scales and submit to our detailed analysis. God is the Potter....still. We are the clay...still. Ours is not the job of explaining away his mystery, but to shout from both high and low our marvel at his inexplainability!

DOES GOD ATTEND YOUR CHURCH?

Memorial Drive has a special guest every time we meet. God. We invite Him to sit with us, stand with us, and to take in our praise of Him. Each time we gather, especially Sundays, we have fierce anticipation God will show up. This is thrilling!

We never know when He'll take the stage. It could be during the sermon, but not likely. While the Word preached remains elementarily essential to us, God will show up in random and surprising ways. Often it's in the unplanned; i.e. a response at the invitation song or an announcement or a celebration. We look for God to step in through a special reunion or even reconciliation.

Memorial Drive is a place to start life over.....for each of us....70 x 7. We soak in one another's tears and sparkle at the overall gratitude He builds among us. We are a place where jailbirds get a second chance (and third), the divorced find hope, and the broken find acceptance. We are a place which makes the often trite saying that the ground is level at the foot of the cross become experiential. No one here has mastered faith....or hope...or love.

For the longest time, I'm not certain God attended our church. He wasn't needed. We believed we had it under control. As a result we were missing something vital; yet our efforts at restructure failed us. We needed God to sit with us. Today He's invited, welcomed, and needed. I can't wait to hear what He has prepared for me to preach Sunday by Sunday because I leave it open-ended up the very time of delivery. I want God to participate with me...with us.

I look forward to seeing Him today.

WHAT KEEPS US GOING?

How do we do life....life in the church, in the workplace, on the streets? How do we keep going? Shouldn't we have worn thin by now? Shouldn't we have tossed in the towel with hundreds (even thousands) of others who could no longer stand to endure another day of church?

How do you keep going? Sunday by Sunday I feel less and less. Tomorrow I have a sermon to deliver and I fiercely struggle to step up to the pulpit. I love God and all of Memorial. I am the luckiest man I ever heard about or met! Yet, the sheer load of standing between God and humanity and saying something worth the time of both makes me wince.

How do you keep going? Does it ever occur to you that you have nothing to bring to the table? I'm not feeling God is out of words or ideas. My intake of nothingness is ever increasing and it takes much, much more faith to keep going. For a few years I thought I was the bright star for whatever church I happened to be serving. Later, I began to realize I was much dimmer than imagined. Later still, I am ever-growing to realize my worth is only found in whatever He would choose to let me do.

Such feels contradictory: nothing yet enough, little but big enough, lacking but strong enough. To experience His grace in our bodies is to be positioned over and over and over as the lame man when he heard Jesus tell him to get up and walk. We do. We leap. We dance. We whoop and holler. But we can't explain why except that He passed by and saw us.

What keeps us going? Never our own creativity or masterful organization. It is His gigantic healing touch which makes weak hearts brave and knocking knees strong enough to bow in prayer. Tomorrow we will all do well....only if He shows up. Oh God, please don't leave us alone; don't leave us to ourselves. Only with You are we ever all right.

WHAT ABOUT THE CLEAR VERSES?

It's common to be in the church with a spirit of fighting off "them" and "they". Life in Christ has been reduced for many to protectionistic talk and disgusting chatter. Fear of leaving the foundation of scriptures may be the cry, but such is quite insincere. Hunkering down to ward off liberals who have differing viewpoints on music or women's role in the church is accepted as standard guardianism of the faith.

I say such talk begs for bigger and deeper questions. What about the clear verses? Why are we not as agitated about the clear verses? Where's the stance on the clear doctrines? Let me explain.

Didn't Jesus say something about greeting your brother only? Don't many who speak loudly about the music issue find their practice often ignoring the strangers around them...even in the assemblies....because we are too shy or just don't know what to say? Didn't Jesus have something to say about anger with brothers and sisters? Haven't some sort of "skipped" such a passage as they feel authorized to broil over some gender roles in question?

My point is while exploration of the women's role in the church takes place, deploration of those who explore are vehemently viewed....and this seems perfectly acceptable to the guilty party. It isn't. Hatred and anger and disdain and disgust fall short of the Holy Spirit fruit of light. Really, they enter from the back room of darkness.

Why is it all right to be hateful when we disagree over doctrine? Why is it some feel a free pass to run over a brother's reputation with reckless rumor and damaging innuendo? It never has been acceptable to God for any of us to be ugly about the faith of another. While we do find ourselves with differing views on matters of silence, we have no option to ignore the matters of speakage.

I believe we each have enough failure in the realm of personal prayer, giving, and hospitality to sink our own ship. Add to this short list tongues which set congregations ablaze via gossip and we should find our lips closing tightly.

May we take a good look at the doctrines everyone clearly understands; that are in no way ambiguous. Then may we give one another merciful slack as we spend our lives building a faith upon the Christ of the Cross.

GLOBAL WARMING: A MINISTRY OF THE CHURCH

Action groups have much to say about a lot of stuff. Some promote preserving forests, others protect wild-life, and still another segment protests exploration. Global Warming is a hot topic. Much debate and innuendo swirl amidst the winds pressing for this to be a legitimate concept.

The church has its role in preserving, protecting, and exploring. We are called by God to rescue civilization; the inhabitants of earth. We are called to increase involvement of global warming as many hearts have grown cold. They have become indifferent to God and to neighbor. We, as his church, must warm the hearts of men, women, and children globally.

This course of action takes missionaries, visionaries, the business-minded, the homemakers, the school teachers, etc. Our duty is to succeed at globally warming the hearts of disparaging souls. We must do it. We can do it. We shall do it.

There is no individual too remote or a nation too indignant which cannot respond to the gracious and living God if we will join together in global warming efforts to revive one person at a time. Inventory of churches indicates temperatures are rising in a most faithful fashion. Hearts are alive in worship and in service. Global warming is having its impact and we are its promoters!

Preserve, protect, and explore the ways you can save a person. Reach far and near. All hearts need warming at times. We will do our best. Global warming: pass it on.

AWESOME SONRISE

Our communities are awakening each day with hopes of seeing the Sonrise. Such is an integral part of who we are in Him. We are called to break through blanketing, even blinding, darkness which shuts good people down. As we begin to move Jesus about (in our bodies) throughout our early morning coffee shops and workspaces, will the patrons notice the Sonrise in you? Such is our purpose.

Yes, it is you and me who today have picked up his baton and stride with love and peace and joy as Jesus spills over from us into others. We are ones most privileged to encounter an irate customer or a depressed colleague. We are the ones called to strengthen the weak-kneed and the insecure. Yes when the Son rises, paralytics of all sorts shed bemoaning ailments and seem to have gained a new and vibrant bounce in their step.

Our communities share in an area-wide ache which pulls determination down and drains the once highly-intended goals of making a difference while on earth. We must let the Son rise. We must rebel the best way we know how that our friends and neighbors should get to experience the mystery of the living God. We must be their Sonrise.....now!

Henri Nouwen wrote, The revolutionary believes that the situation is not irreversible and that a total reorientation of mankind is just as possible as is a total self-destruction. He does not think his goal will be reached in a few years or even in a few generations, but he bases his commitment on the conviction that it is better to give your life than to take it, and that the value of your actions does not depend on their immediate results. He lives by the vision of a new world and refuses to be sidetracked by trivial ambitions of the moment. Thus he transcends his present condition and moves from a passive fatalism to a radical activism.

Do your part to see that the Son rises in your town. Dispel the darkness of sour grapes and dull apathy. We are talking about very good people. We must do our part to give 'em heaven!

THE PAIN OF BEING US

This week wears on me. I am fine. The burden others carry weighs heavily in my heart. I've heard of one inter-church separation after another. The parting of ways may be, realistically, a good move (and maybe a God-move) for both sides. The pained hearts of aftermath breaks mine.

Will we ever learn we (individually and personally) are too foolish to have much complaint? The line is so fine each of us is vulnerable in possibly disobeying God's command. I'm very likely to complain about those who complain. Yet James wrote, Do not complain, brethren, against one another, that you yourselves may not be judged; behold, the Judge is standing right at the door. As an example, brethren, of suffering and patience, take the prophets who spoke in the name of the Lord. Behold, we count those blessed who endured. You have heard of the endurance of Job and have seen the outcome of the Lord's dealings, that the Lord is full of compassion and is merciful.

We can afford to be patient with one another because of two things: (1) We have no idea how patient God is with us, and (2) we have no idea how patient others are with us. Paul voiced he was chiefest of sinners because he was actually that. Does it occur to you that you are actually the chiefest; as well as myself? If all we sub-class chiefs realized our sinful condition wrought with repulsive failure, maybe we'd humbly submit to the only one real Chief and the rest of us would be transformed into the intended kingdom Indians.

We talk big. But, we are little. We try to walk tall. Yet, we are fall short. We believe ourselves to be right. However, our fundamental call is to seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, because our (self)righteousness is putrid and stenchy. I am convinced none of us whether it be President or Preacher, Congressman or Courier, CEO or ADD....none of us fare well when lined up with the Living God. We simply fold as did Isaiah when he saw the throne and could not wait to spill his guts as to his sickening state.

We are like one birthday candle trying to show off in front of the Sun. As loudly as we try to convince ourselves it is we who are quite bright, it ain't gonna happen! May we each find room to accept our deep lack. May we follow up such awareness with genuine worship of the One Who Is All. All of Him. None of me.....we once sang.

MAYBE WE COULD TALK THIS OVER

It has been said of some that they love the church. They just hate the people. Being people is a tough job. Being Christian people has its challenges for certain.

A gust of wind caught my blog of two days ago regarding my comments about Garnett and the future of the workshop. Some comments are strong and some in conflict. At first I was not going to address them, but because this blog reaches many young preachers and missionaries, I've decided to make the following observations with the intention of training/discipling to stay calm, don't panic, stick with God.

Clearly, anytime "Anonymous" makes a critical innuendo, I always regard such a one as quite cowardly. Such a stance may be taken by masked terrorists applying machetes to Christian necks, but it doesn't belong in either the Christian or the leadership arena. Therefore, I highly applaud Michelle for voicing her strong opinion. She stated her case in the open. Thank you.

Now here's what I see by being on the receiving end of those who disagree with me. First, it makes me blue. Division zaps me and such is intended by dark forces. Knowing that, I have great sympathy and love for Anonymous and Michelle. Their pain is brutally clear. They may have been beaten up spiritually. I have counseled many who felt the need to part from Garnett. I am crushed for them. They have given their lives to such a grand work and, for them, the work suffocated and died. Debris is strewn on several fronts and I personally ache for all. We will recover.

The truth is Garnett in general, Marvin/Randy/Wade specifically, have made many poor decisions over the years. I can say it: (1) because it's true, and (2) because I am guilty of the same. How many moves I've made at Memorial over 30 years I wish I could have a mulligan...and then another. My point is I am aware of serious leadership flaws the four of us have possessed over the years. However, during our terms of service, it's just as true each functioned under leadership gifts from a most generous God.

I choose to abide by Ephesians 4:29-32 as best I can. Let no unwholesome word proceed from your mouth, but only such a word as is good for edification according to the need of the moment, that it may give grace to those who hear. And do not grieve the Holy Spirit of God, by whom you were sealed for the day of redemption. Let all bitterness and wrath an anger and clamor and slander be put away from you, along with all malice. And be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.

Since Garnett let me know they are not sponsoring the workshop, I gave it my best effort to speak with truthful grace. I believe those remaining at Garnett are hurting in many ways. They don't need my feisty criticism. I was not addressing who's left and who stayed. That's the business of others; not mine.

If me speaking supportively and gracefully to my brothers and sisters at Garnett offends you, I make zero apology. They, too, need encouragement. I have lived often in the spectrum of painful division among us. Both sides have my complete sympathy. I can tell you this fact: anger will subside, the Spirit of Christ will arise, and hearts will one by one be healed. He is that powerful and we are that tender. In the meantime, both groups have my sympathy and understanding.

Regardless of comments which will come in, I'll let you have the last word. Blessings and sympathy and love to each regardless of side or position or accusation. Sometimes we get hurt doing kingdom work. That's why God calls it a cross. In every setting, without exception, the secret treasures of God are buried if we will but hold on long enough to discover.

MY NAME ISN'T BUTT

I know you are busy, Butt.

I know you are in the middle of workshop, Butt.

I know you are about to step up to preach, Butt.

My name isn't Butt.

I address one other episode which always calls that name. I know it's your day off, Butt. Do you in ministry find you have an identical name? I get Mondays, Thursday afternoons, and a half a day Saturday off. I need that time away and the church needs me to have that time away. I get called Butt during some of those times.

Nearly all such days have at least slight interruption. Last Thursday evening I had a meeting in my home regarding a golf tournament we are laboring over. It was the only time in two weeks all five of us could get together. The meeting went from 6:30 to 8:00 and at 8:00 one developing an unexpected counseling session arrived in my drive which lasted 'til my bedtime....9:15 (That's a joke....sorta).

Multiple claims on singular time-slots can wear a servant down. Here are some things to consider for where you live:

• It's not up to you to fix things or people....Romans 9:16.
• It is lawful to let your yes be yes and your no be no. When you mean to say no, say so.
• When, in your opinion, no is the proper response, give it without feeling guilty.
• It is important to discern which pressing issues are legitimate and which are from sheer irresponsibility.
• Try to remember that while some are actually interrupting your day, there are other leaders in the church who have full-time jobs and will be interrupted by several we no nothing about as soon as they sit down to eat with their families.
• Remember that recurring characteristic of Jesus' ministry is that he ran into one interruption after another. Such makes his story.

Hold on when the plates begin to wobble. Say no when you need. Be grateful all of the time. Don't complain. One of the things I say to myself when the going gets tough is a lot of good men wish they had my job just one week and I have it every day!

TULSA WORKSHOP: LEADERSHIP ADJUSTMENTS FOR THE FUTURE

Memorial and Garnett have enjoyed over three decades of workshop partnership. As many know, Memorial Drive is taking Garnett's workshop year for '08 to give them room to weigh their future relationship with the workshop. I count Wade Hodges as a dear friend and Garnett is like a second home to me over these many years.

Garnett has reached a tough decision to step away from leading the workshop. They will remain supportive and involved as they love the event as well as we do at Memorial. Wade gives the most concise explanation for their decision: The consensus here is that on the leadership level there simply isn't the passion for and commitment to the workshop that is needed to design and execute a quality program. We love the workshop. We support the workshop's vision and mission. But we feel like its time for our church to direct it's energy in other directions.

The Memorial leadership has been in prayer knowing such a possibility loomed. We had many options, including whether it is time for the workshop to cease. The future of the workshop is headed in the following directions:

• It will continue until we read from God the event is no longer a needed venue.
• Memorial has three highly qualified ministers in Shane Coffman, Jason Thornton, and Bobby Smith.
• I will train the three in the details of workshop preparation and execution. Eventually they will take the even years as was Garnett's pattern. This will give me a much-needed break.
• We four work in the same office so mutual availability for training is quite simple. While we experience complete partnership, we have differing approaches to the same work. This will give the program a good and new perspective.
• I felt it important that we find those to lead who have strong hearts for evangelism while possessing such leadership strength they would not think exactly as I. We need younger minds to protect the workshop from burrowing into my rut.

I must applaud Wade and Garnett. It takes great courage to step away from what has been any famous and effective ministry when the leadership senses the call from God to do so. It's easier to cave to the pressure of rote pattern as well as fear over potential rumor. They weighed, they prayed, they concluded and they acted. It was time for them to step back. That is courageous leadership. How many ministries now burden congregations because the time had long come to pull the plug, but lazy leadership couldn't endure the pressures of such?

Garnett will remain a partner in assisting with the workshop as are increasingly more area congregations coming on board over the years. The Tulsa International Soul Winning Workshop is a desperate mission lodged in our hearts. We at Memorial sweat bullets over its direction. It takes us two years to prepare for one workshop. This means I have been working on 2008 and 2009's workshops for the entire 2007 season. I love it!

Garnett and Memorial remain positive, sweet friends. We need them. They need us. Our admiration remains mutual. Today I find it time to be sharing these decisions so you can be praying for our congregations to do God's work the most effective way possible.

Thanks to many of you for years/decades of support.

THE NICE THING ABOUT TROUBLE

Definition: Trouble (tra' bull), when circumstances or people don't go well and, if not careful, one can find their day ruined (Terry's Dictionary of Brief Explanatory Concepts).

Trouble is a sly blessing. Because it has purpose it is valuable and because it has value one can conclude its purpose. Stress and difficulty are not a wast of time. Trouble is not a non-kingdom item. It fits very well in God's scheme of developing His ministries as well as His ministers. Trouble 101 is required; not an elective. Trouble 201 is also required as is 301, 401, and 501.

Crushing encounters and disappointing information present opportunities to determine whether we are going to be believers only when on the mountain top or in the valley as well. Our spiritual development is dependent on things going wrong. We need people skills to break down. We must have these elements in our path to flush out our own crud. God's children are growers; we are to grow up in Him. So, as I often tell my Memorial loved ones, whether your day is a good day or a bad day....you are having a good day....Romans 5:1-5.

And...then there's that other statement which counts for something: Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery ordeal among you, which comes upon you for your testing, as though some strange thing were happening to you; but to the degree that you share the sufferings of Christ, keep on rejoicing; so that also at the revelation of His glory, you may rejoice with exultation.....I Peter 4:12-13.

This nice thing about trouble is it both benefits and blesses us. Don't reject rejection. Learn from it; grow through it.

WORN OUT TRYING TO MAKE EVERYONE LIKE YOU?

The problem with trying to please everyone is not with the crowd. It’s with the person trying to accomplish a proven impossible task…..me…and/or you. When we engage in narcissism (self-absorption) we are imbalanced with our obsessive focus as to how we are doing; and how we think others think we are doing. Although we say we are trying to keep someone else happy, we are using them as a scorecard about ourselves….how am I doing? I’m doing good. They are smiling at me. Oh, I must be good. Oops! I must be doing badly. They are scowling at me. Bad me. It’s all about me.

We must shift to more of him and less of self. We are as John the Baptist; we must decrease that Jesus might increase. Followers are expected to take up their crosses daily. To please every one is a direct contradiction to the call of the cross. Believers die on the cross because they are persecuted. The reason they are persecuted is they are disliked. We strip the cross of its intended dynamic when we race to keep ourselves on the good side of everyone we know.

How am I doing? What are they thinking about what I’m saying? This turns our mattresses into racks of torture. Such thinking shuts us down. We get to where we’d rather not try than try with the possibility of failing. When that happens we volunteer to take ourselves out of the game and sit in the stands with the other spectators of life. Not me. No more. I feel badly when I hit people the wrong way. But when I walk into a crowd of people there’s a fair chance a few may not like my shirt or my haircut or my speech or my attitude.

I must get it about myself: I have and will make mistakes which will turn people off. I can either quit living….or keep trying to escalate my effectiveness. Oddly, the more effective we become the bigger target for criticism we are. Life isn’t about me…..or others approving of me. It’s about making concerted effort to encourage as many people as we can that God has incredible hope for the hopeless and life for the lifeless. Somebody has to risk their own popularity by daring to risk to help a few.

Jesus is the most criticized man ever. There is no neutral with Jesus; people love him or hate him. He does not call us to be obnoxious. That’s not his style. He does call us to be brave; full of courage. Cease to let everyone else run your show. Awaken to the courageous Spirit of Christ within you. Dare to peek out of your shell and become the man or woman you were intended to be. If some don’t like you? It will be good emotional exercise for them to try to get over it.

TALK TO ME ABOUT THE WORKSHOP

I work on the Tulsa International Soul Winning Workshop year round. The workshop has a sharp double-edge. It inspires some to win souls and discourages others to the point of division. I hear from the critics and I hear from the strong supporters.

The truth is we have done a lot of good; but made many mistakes which have caused unnecessary damage. I celebrate the former and grieve over the latter. When we err there are thousands who are ready to think on their own, overlook, and keep moving forward with us. Others feel too beaten down and they walk away.

We (Memorial and Garnett) have taken strong negative shots from every year we have put on the workshop. It is evidently not possible to please a certain core group. However, we must continue to exert faith and works hoping to inspire and re-inspire more to join us in the great cause of winning souls to the Lamb.

Bottom line: while the workshop is 33 years old, it has much room for improvement. We have only just begun.

So talk to me. Tell me what you need from us.

• What would help you return to the workshop if you are one who left?
• What would help regarding publicity?
• What can be done to get congregations on board?
• What other possibilities do you see which would build a stronger workshop?

While we've been at this a long time, we remain in kindergarten in wisdom, creativity, etc. Think with me. If you were directing the workshop, what would you do to make it better?

LESSONS FROM A BLOGGER'S PERSPECTIVE

How should I feel about blogging? Should I keep going or phase out this work? Let's look at the number of comments in the last week.

POST/NUMBER OF COMMENTS
When You Don't Know Where to Turn 2
Am I Trying to Run the Show? 3
This Is My Blogiversary 11
The Excitement of Being a Person 1
Thanks for the Long-term Love 1
Will There Be Another Life After Death? 1

When I gauge my effort by responses, I'm not sure this blog is anything but barely breathing. However when the counter says we are having 200 hits per day/1200 per week, this tells me there are many readers and I must trust blessings from this work are happening. I must view this by faith, not by public comment count.

So it is with you, dear friend. You work very hard in the kingdom. If you count the meager few you have baptized or the hand full whom you led to attend a church, the count might plead a failing grade. However, if you walk by faith and believe He is working in your walk, you must be assured more good is being done due to Him than you can imagine or can be reported.

We must continually cheer one another on to lift our eyes to the ones reading our work and benefiting from it knowing they simply choose not to comment. You need to know this about yourself and your work. Hundreds, even thousands, admire you and brag to others about your walk. Most likely they make no "comment" to you.

Be sure. You are making a remarkable difference whether one person other than God ever comments. You are a winner. You are phenomenal. You are effective. You are taking on hundreds and hundreds of hits as friends and family check in to read how you are serving. And, you are looking good. You each are a blog....a walking blog being read by all. Don't count the comments. Praise God for your readership. I do.

You are our letter (Blog), written in our hearts, known and read by all men; being manifested that you are a letter (Blog) of Christ, cared for by us, written not with ink, but with the Spirit of the living God....II Cor. 3:2-3.

WILL THERE BE ANOTHER LIFE AFTER DEATH?

Do you ever find your thoughts unintentionally drifting into near unbelief wondering if there will be a follow up to death? Will there be a next life? Is such a feasible course or simply a figment of delusion for weak minds? Does doubt take cheap shots at your confidence as to whether there will absolutely be another realm of living once earthenville is over? Is going to heaven a possibility or simply imaginary but childish and wishful thinking? When you take your last breath, do you ever fear the concept of life after death was a only trick much like the tooth fairy? Finally, what if we die and that's it...done...nothing...ever?

These questions, and multiples more, sometimes give the mind a thrashing for striving to believe in another/next world. Critics have written volumes to draw out we fools who take on such absurd, if not ignorant, possibilities. They basically have no faith nor use for God. Their skepticism is trumped by their dead-end pursuit of human intellect and selective accumulation of scientific data.

However, I don't know of a soul who would not delightfully accept the truth that there is absolutely, unmistakably life awaiting immediately beyond death's veil. If one could just have a signal from "somewhere" or "Someone", might there be an increase of confidence that death is only temporary? I run two thoughts of hope by you:

• Jesus Christ actually existed. When one dates a check on any given day, that marking is testifying of so many days, months, and years since the birth of Christ. Jesus is a historical truth verified by every banking system in town.
• If one wants a signal from God that life after death is not only possible, but actually probable, consider His simple parable of the seed. Not until it dies (whether corn or wheat or apple or acorn, etc.) and falls into the ground, does it have any chance of experiencing the glorious next life it was always designed to be. Which would you like to preserve: the first life of the brown tulip bulb or the next life of the resurrected bulb in full, radiant bloom? We are planted an earthy person and raised a heavenly one.

God has promised life again to be more awesome than any we've experienced thus far. And He proves it over and over through seed being buried only to rise again in stronger and more beautiful fashion? Life after death? The next time you drive by a corn field consider the acres and acres of proof screaming at you year after year. In order to have ears of corn, seed has to die and be buried first.

So it is with us....really. Life after death? Such is merely what we wrestle with on this side of the grave. It's the after part which is the real living. We've just begun. Death is not to be feared. It is simply a stage of the living process. You and I have reason to believe such a phenomenal possibility.

THANKS FOR THE LONG-TERM LOVE

I know it would sound strange to some, but I am a patient man. The reason such might seem odd is I am well-known for my impulsiveness. I would rather think I'm not impulsive but quick. However, I have learned the joy of patience. This isn't easy for a quick man!

Patience waits and doesn't bite its nails in the process. Grown to be a fretter and a worrier, the idea of believing all will work out all right in the long run is, for me, learning of an entirely new world. It is a fascinating adventure.

If we will learn to knock on doors of opportunity and wait for God to respond, we will find ourselves lavishly happy....and productive. I learned patience because I was shown patience. Memorial Drive is stubbornly long suffering. When I arrived in 1977 I was a pulpit pounder and shouter. I thought loud equalled enthusiasm. It didn't and doesn't. It equals annoyance. I saw in Jesus great enthusiasm, but in a different light than my philosophy. Memorial gave me room to operate by trial and error as this Jesus thing was new to my shoe-box answers for ministry operations.

I must admit I am still quick. However, I have steadily gained confidence in the operation of God in our work. He will provide. I learned through writing a young woman for nine years (not hearing from her and not knowing if she was getting my notes) encouraging her to come back to God, that she coveted every note and called me the day she came home to Him. Eight and three/fourths years of nothing to show for patient efforts. But how thrilling to see the eventual fruit.

In school our goal was to last two years at a church. That was the mark of maturity(?). My first congregation lasted one year. Thus, my suspicion that I was most likely a failure was confirmed. I did make it two years at my next place...Quincy, Illinois. Ah, success! Yet God has shown me so much of Himself by holding on at Memorial when I felt either they or I or we were factual failures.....and He showed up 70 x 7.

One can't construct a seminar on God. He does the strangest and most wonderful works. He refuses to fit our scheming molds and rules. Our role is to believe Him. I am thankful to Him and my wonderful congregation as both express meaningful patience toward me day by day, week by week, year by year, decade by decade.

Thank you Memorial Drive and thank you Brotherhood for letting me try and re-try. Patience breeds patience and I am committed to passing your gift to me on to generations of others.

THE EXCITEMENT OF BEING A PERSON

Be glad you are the person you are. Be glad you are you.

Oh I know you must be like me wishing you were so much more and driven to reach as much of the "moreness" as you possibly can. Ambition is a powerful tool in the arsenal of human drive. However, I find too many live their lives disappointed they turned out to be themselves. I lived that way a long time out of the church and then several years in it.

My obsession with inward focus was surely the pits. I could not find reason to get happy. Sadly, I often pointed to the errors of others to bring them down to my level since I couldn't seem to arise to theirs. I know that doesn't make me look so good; yet that's how much of it was.

Jesus changes things. Jesus changes people. Jesus changes me....day by day.

I really like waking up. I can't necessarily give sufficient explanation, but I love facing the next day and the next. I believe God will work. The people I know are phenomenal...really. I work around geniuses. I am connected to those of lavish and generous hearts. No longer do I have the need to live by comparison to others. I am in the body of Christ.

When we all get to heaven, I'm not concerned with what little acreage I might receive. A little bit of heaven will be better than a whole lot of hell. Being saved a little or a lot? Saved is saved and I'm in. I cheer you on.

Be grateful for all the things that have gone right with you, through you, for you. To wake up each morning is to take on life like it's never been lived by anyone like you before. Don't discount your value......really. Every move you make, every note you write, every call you make, and every person you kindly greet is designed with the Living God in the center. Strike out determined in your new day to be so happy you are a person.....that really matters!

You are above average because Jesus has introduced the new normal.

TODAY IS MY FIRST BLOGIVERSARY

(I stole that term from one of Dusty's commentors yesterday. Just so you'll know I don't make up every made up word.)

One year ago today I unintentionally entered the world of Blogville. Merely commenting on Tim's post, I inadvertently set up my own blogspot and Wendy called to inform me I had done such. Too, she continued to say over 200 hits came in on the first day....but there were no words! Ah, words would be good.

C-A-R-D-I-N-A-L-M-U-S-E-U-M became one of the more fascinating works of God in my ministry. Every morning...at least five days a week...I address what I believe to be a class of young leaders ranging from late teens to somewhere below age 90. Readers get my first attention every morning after God and coffee. I've loved this segment of ministry. Once again God fooled me as I fought even getting email. Now look at me. I can email and blog without getting dizzy!

This blog expanded by transferring key posts on over to my hometown's weekly newspaper in Northeast Missouri. The article comes framed with the title, Tossing Life Your Way, and has me pictured standing in my Cardinal uniform. One publishing company is talking to me about creating a book of random posts over the year and titling it, Morning Rush.

Thank you readers for connecting. The counter says there have been over 74,000 hits in this first year. I would initially assume my mom is clicking on 200 times a day...but she doesn't have a computer. Thanks for being a part of an encouraging project.

HAPPY BLOGIVERSARY TO US!

AM I TRYING TO RUN GOD'S SHOW?

The longer I live in God's kingdom the more perplexing the work of the church becomes. I seem to have taken on His job in the name of responsibility. Departmentalizing His nature in an understandable way may find me reducing God to fitting human minds. Big mistake! The mystery of God is due in part because He cannot be confined or contained. Yet, how we like to attempt to surround Him and force Him to come out with His hands up so He can be dissected and analyzed.

I'm afraid I have stepped up to the podium similar to a press conference and spoken for God as if He momentarily stepped down the hall. Has He become dependent upon my talent to inform the poor Bible peasants of His immeasurable love and inexpressible workings? I think not. True, He does use each of us to give testimony to our relationship with Him, but I don't believe He is looking to me for Him to have a good day.

I believe the Bible. However, I'm quite selective at what parts I prefer. Comparatively, it doesn't weigh as much as me so I have shifted with ease into giving it direction. The reverse finds the authority and strength. I will not judge the Word of God. It will judge me.

I believe discipleship is a continual call to park my high horse and dismount. If we think politics is an increasingly bitter mess, religion is in worse condition. Arrogant? Bitter? Nasty? Judgmental? Our laundry hangs out on the line for all of our neighbors to see....and they basically want none of it. God has become dislodged from a great and wonderful civilization in part because guys like me forced Him into exile. Humanity can't afford this misstep.

It's time we were known more for our apologies than our winning arguments. Possibly we might find more doors opening if we walked through them with the people instead of handing out religious tracts at them. Perhaps, just perhaps, we religious leaders have spoken for God so long we have begun to believe our thoughts were His and our ways were His. Could it be that over time we have booted God out of business, but we still use His name over the door?

Anyone interested in parking his or her high horse beside mine?