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A Lifetime of Agony, Overpowered by Hope

Jesus answered “ If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you?  You must follow me.”  Because of this, the rumor spread among the brothers that this disciple would not die.  But Jesus did not say that he would not die; he only said, “If I want him to remain alive until I return, what is that to you?”

Perhaps this was the cruelest sentence of all.  Yes they all died.  For some of them it was a quick beheading.  Others were tortured mercilessly until cries of “Father forgive them” were reduced to spasmic gasping.  But they found relief.  Every last one of them. . .

How he longed for that same relief!  But it was not to be.  One after another.  His friends.  His brothers.  The only ones in the world who could truly understand.  The brotherhood of the twelve.  Well, eleven.  They were so normal.  So ill-equipped.  So naïve.

“Follow me”

Those two words will echo into eternity.

All of this madness.  The world, overwhelmed, shuddering.  Thousands dying.  Some say millions.  More suffering than one should see in 100 lifetimes.  . .  It all began because of Him.

“I did not come to bring peace, but a sword.”

I could see it.  A lifetime of agony, overpowered by hope.  He continued.  He continued.  He continued.  Tasting the morbid death that hunted them.  An empire on its head.  Evil  seething.  . .  never quenching that defeat.  The one, final. . .

Perhaps the first wound was the deepest.  Absolutely, he believed with all of his heart before.  He had already stood up to the chief priests and Pharisees many times.  He himself had been hunted with many trying to murder him.  It was nothing new.  And yes, there was Stephen. . .  but this was different.  The stakes stretched infinitely higher now.

That day.  That day he paused. . .  walked out of the synagogue, and kept walking, drenching his clothes with tears, until he fell over, shaking from exhaustion.

That day.

His brother was murdered.

Now, 45 torturous years later, the wrinkled brow and scarred hands began to write.  No one must forget why.  No, they must know why.  They must know why he never turned back, why it was worth it.  Why there is still hope.

“In the beginning was the Word. . .”


Looking ahead to 2012: “Make the most of your time, because the days are evil”

-Ephesians 5:16

NOTE: I’m not saying things will go badly, or that there will be a global meltdown, etc., I’m simply saying not to sweat it, there are more important things to worry about.

Jacob knocked it out of the park yesterday (in his sermon at our church, you can watch it here) with these three observations (I’m taking a lot of liberty in melding his sermon with my reaction to it):

1) Paul doesn’t exhort us to make the most of our time because the future looks so bright, but because the present and near future look so bleak.

I’m not complaining. (My life is phenomenal in every sense. I’m married to an amazing woman..we just celebrated 10 years! I bless God for my two children. Friends and family are spotted all around the globe. Our local church is healthy and growing, regardless of the myriad of challenges.) I’m just saying that Paul’s is an anti-prosperity message. Are you worried about what lies ahead? Are you worried about the ramifications of a collapsing Euro? An indebted USA? Global unrest? Sickness? A loss of a job?

Paul tells us that these are actually the sources of unique opportunities.

These are all reasons to make the most of my time, investing in what will never fade. When bad times came, Paul didn’t encourage the church to hunker down. He encouraged the opposite. Times are bad? Get out and engage into our mission with gritted teeth, armed with hope that surpasses death. Are we on the verge of global collapse? Stand up and be counted, don’t hide in a ditch.

2) Paul’s exhortation is not to more action, but to intentional action.

Making the most of my time doesn’t mean sleeping less. It means opening my eyes to the unique opportunities around me during bleak times. What really counts? What doesn’t? Maybe I need to spend less time at work and more time with my family. Maybe I need to spend less time in a softball league and more time loving on those hurting in my community. Maybe now is the time to sell it all and move to another community, or country.

Losing a job may be the biggest blessing of my life, causing me to reevaluate what life is for. Cancer may be what shatters the chains that attached my heart to what matters least. An exploded marriage may be what forces me to my knees for the first time in years.

As a pastor and missionary, this is exactly what I’ve seen. I can give multiple names for each one of these examples. When times are evil, my frenetic life screeches to a halt as I wrap tearful arms around the few things that count. Thanks you Jesus for the evil times.

3) The evil times will pass, the investments we make in what really counts will last forever.

The stakes in 2012 are eternal. What this means is that I can stop sweating the small stuff… (like the strength of the Euro/Dollar/Yuan, a global economic meltdown, or a stupid Mayan calendar), and begin investing in what matters: the people all around me: my wife, my children, my neighbors, my fellow image-bearers in Cairo, Guayaquil, Paris, and Phnom Penh: their physical needs, and their current and future relationship to their Savior.

Let’s sweat the big stuff in 2012: loving on our fellow image-bearers: weeping over their physical and spiritual situations. Jesus did not conquer death for the benefit of a stable global situation in the present era. He conquered death to save people, now and forever.

Close your eyes. Do you see their faces? Do you see your Savior?

Evil times will pass. These investments will last forever.

Thank you Jacob for yanking us back to reality yesterday.


Video: September Buzz

We’re back at it in St Jérôme, here are a few things going on:

After a full summer, including 2 weeks at World Venture Headquarters and vacation time as a family, we’re back in the swing of things here in St Jérôme. We’re looking forward to speaking at the Momentum Conference in two weeks in Gatineau, Missions-Fest Montréal in November, continued involvement in church-planting Province-Wide, as well as preaching through the Gospel according to John this year.

Building update: no clear response yet from the owners… they are taking their time (God has it all under control)
Support update: we’re still several hundred dollars behind each month, but God is providing… month to month.

Thanks for praying!


VIDEO: And The Men Die…

Great piece for married and dating men

thanks Ed


Why I’m the Grinch…

GrinchIs there anyone in your family that begins playing Christmas music as soon as you’re hit by a cold September day?

A few years ago a certain person in our family (the aforementioned shall remain unnamed) began listening to Christmas music so early we were sick of it by mid-December. (I think we forced ourselves to endure another day on December 25th… but it’s not cool to play music you’re sick on Christmas day).

I instituted the hard and fast 1st of December rule: No Christmas music or decorations prior to December 1. (This has since been negotiated back to November 25th–Martine’s birthday)…

…but we haven’t come close to getting sick of Christmas music ever since.


Happy Thanksgiving! (and Happy 25th Birthday to Martine!)

Charlie Brown Snoopy Thanksgiving

Seriously, is there anyone who doesn't love Charlie Brown and Snoopy (and Woodstock and Linus and Peppermint Paddy and Lucy and Schroeder and Pig Pen, etc.)

Check out who we (Martine, Caleb, Constance and I) get to hang out with this thanksgiving in Saratoga Springs, NY:

  • My brother Paul. He’s going to Afghanistan as a Marine in January.
  • My sister Krista who lives in D.C., the most amazing journalist I’ve heard of (her husband Trevor can’t make it… he has to save lives instead).
  • My cousin Victoria: a poet who exudes talent and passion in everything she does.
  • My cousin Jorge: We are three weeks apart. My best friend growing up. Locker-partner in high school and roommate in college.
  • My cousin (in-law?) Emily (Jorge’s wife): the best biology teacher your kids could dream of.
  • Caden: Jorge & Emily’s son.
  • ???: And one is on the way.
thanksgiving charlie brown snoopy

I even just bought "A Charlie Brown Christmas" in English, as surprise (so sshh, don't tell Martine or Caleb or Constance).

As we bask in Food, Family, and Football, Mike Anderson asks us the question: “Are we going to commit gluttony or enjoy a feast?

Through Him then, let us continually offer up a sacrifice of praise to God, that is, the fruit of lips that give thanks to His name. And do not neglect doing good and sharing, for with such sacrifices God is pleased. Hebrews 13:15-16

Today is Martine’s birthday!

I praise God for the voyage he’s brought us through up to this point. We are reaping the benefits of two people struggling to put Christ first in everything as He continues to reveal Himself to each of us  individually and as a couple.

Martine is a phenomenal mother, wife, friend, and confidant… all things that we are both learning in tandem.

Praise God for crossing our paths 12 years ago in Paris!

Below is a photo from that meeting way back in 1998, in Lognes, France (just outside of Paris):

Paris France 1998 Multinational team

I'm in the back (second from the left), Martine is in the middle (with the red hair and shirt)


1) Building Hunt 2) Jonah 3) Church Planting 4) Thanksgiving

Shared this in an e-mail with a brother. Then thought I should post it publicly as we hunt for prayer.
Thank you, thank you, thank you for praying.

Building Hunt…

Last week I visited a potential building. It’s a 16,000+ square-foot two-story building smack-dab in downtown St Jerome. The first floor is rented by several different businesses, leaving 8,000+ upstairs for us, all with rental contracts of 5 years or perhaps more. The location is incredible. And with the rentals it looks like it may be great financially. But the aspect that makes me the most nervous is having to constantly deal with the rentals.

We’re going to take the next exploratory step and put some serious prayer into it as we go. God will lead us where He wants us to go. If the building doesn’t launch us forward to love St Jérôme more effectively, but instead impedes us… we want nothing of it. We are not here for buildings. Buildings are tools.

Jonah…

This morning I preached on Jonah 1:4-16. The main point is that the world does not work like it should. Jonah acts like a pagan, the sailors act like prophets should. Our only hope is God’s sovereignty… and that is on full display throughout the entire book. Obey or disobey, God can, does, and will, use us.

We finished with the Lord’s supper. There is only one hero. It’s not Jonah, or a pastor, or a christian. It’s Jesus Himself. He is the only one who saved us and will never disappoint.

Church Planting…

Have some serious regional and provincial church-planting projects. Won’t go into it here. Just can’t figure out how to have enough time. God is up to something though. There are multiple things popping up all over the province that tell me God is planning something big in the near future. Kind of like moving in for check mate. You feel it coming and see things happening, but just don’t know exactly when and how. I trust He knows what He’s doing.

Thanksgiving…

Looking forward to jetting down to my cousin’s in Albany for thanksgiving. My brother will travel up from N. Carolina before shipping out as a Marine to Afghanistan in January. My sister is also coming up from the D.C. area. It will be a great family get together (Albany is about 5 hours from our place).

Thanks for your prayers. We always, always need them.

In Christ,

-Rob


Getting A Few Things Straight About Halloween: A Rant by iMonk…

Can we be honest about Halloween?

Sure, there may be distasteful aspects of it (I’m not a huge fan of corpses any time of year), but that is no reason to make insanely exaggerated claims and spread debunked rumors.

(However, if you forward this to a 1000 friends Bill Gates will send you a $1000 check for each e-mail address).

From time to time I still hear people cite the likes of Mike Warnke as they talk about the evils of Halloween (even here in Québec, even in French!!!!), not knowing that he, and other alleged “satanist” testimonies have since been discredited. The sad thing about this is that honest discussion of the facts is usually lost under layers of shock-value. Instead of discussing honest questions concerning what to involve our children in, and how to use these times as teaching opportunities, we overreact to things that aren’t even true, swallowing them hook line and sinker.

Is everything about Halloween good or bad? Is everything about Christmas good or bad? Could it be a question of discernment, like so many other issues in life? Here’s a funny and cutting post from iMonk a year ago:

iMonk 101: My Annual Halloween Rant (One of them) Revisited

October 23, 2009 by iMonk

As October 31st looms, it’s time for true confessions.

I grew up among Southern Baptist fundamentalist Baptists. The KJV-only, women can’t wear pants, twenty verses of “Just As I Am,” Jerry Falwell, Jack Chick, twice a year revival kind of fundamentalist Baptists.

We were serious about things like beer. By sheer quantity of attention in sermons, drinking beer was the most evil act one could describe. We were serious about movies, cards, and something called “mixed bathing,” which normal people would call “swimming.”

We were serious about the Bible, Sunday School, suits and ties, and walking the aisle to get saved.

And we were big time into Halloween.

No, that’s not a typo. I said we were big time into Halloween.

From the late sixties into the early seventies, the churches I attended and worked for–all fundamentalist Baptists–were all over Halloween like ants on jam. It was a major social activity time in every youth group I was part of from elementary school through high school graduation in 1974.

We had haunted houses. Haunted hikes. Scary movies. (All the old Vincent Price duds.) As a youth minister in the mid to late seventies and early eighties, I created some haunted houses in church education buildings that would win stagecraft awards.

The kids loved it. The parents loved it. The pastors approved. The church paid for it!

No, this wasn’t “Judgment House” or “Hell House” or whatever else evangelicals have done with a similar skill set today. It was fun. Simple, old-fashioned, fun. No one tried to fly a broom or talk to the dead. Everyone tried to have fun. Innocent play in the name of an American custom.

And then, things changed.

Mike Warnke convinced evangelicals that participating in Halloween was worshiping the devil. Later, when we learned that Warnke may have been one of the most skillful of evangelical con-artists, lying about his entire Satanic high priest schtick, the faithful still believed his stories.

Continue reading the original article here


15 things that happen when you start a church: We’re 9 for 15 so far… (Caleb doesn’t yet have a pet snake)

Jon over at Stuff Christians Like did a post a few days ago on 15 things that happen when you start a church. His list is hilarious and true. We’re 9 for 15 so far:

15 things that happen when you start a church.

Stuff Christians Like1. You will meet in weird places that don’t feel exactly like church. Our church rocked it in an old car wash for a while.

2. You don’t get to choose your first members. My dad’s first member was a 6’5” homeless man named Jack who used to get sick in the middle of service in what was a small, poorly acoustically prepared for giant men to get sick, car wash.

3. Your oldest members will occasionally bring their own tambourines to service and unexpectedly go up front to play them. To slow songs.

4. A whole bunch of people will think you’re too conservative.

5. A whole bunch of people will think you’re too radical.

6. At some point, someone will complain that the ex-stripper who sings at church is not wearing enough clothing. You will swear they did not teach you how to handle that exact situation in seminary.

7. You will accidentally do a bait and switch, promising a fun pizza event that turns into a get saved right this second moment, that the local paper eviscerates you for.

8. People in your new city will wonder what your pastor does the rest of the week since he only really “works” one day a week.

9. Your pastor will think about quitting approximately 84 times. He will think he is the only pastor who feels that way.

10. Someone on a youth group trip will break a limb. You will trust in the almighty signed parental waiver.

11. A crazy drunk guy will try to break into your pastor’s car to sleep through the cold New England night, will have a nurse falsely call the pastor and say he’s committed suicide and will inexplicably give one of the pastor’s kids a pet snake. (Is that one too specific? Probably.)

12. You will meet in a school and become some sort of ninja black belt at stacking and unstacking chairs.

13. You will be surprised at how few people it takes to find yourself wrapped up in church politics.

14. You will be not so secretly jealous of other churches in your town who are able to have bouncey things at their Vacation Bible Schools.

15. You will laugh at how wildly off base all your fancy plans were for your community but how perfectly God provides at just the right time.

That list could be a bajillion points long and I hope you’ll add to it. But today, I just want to say thank you.

Thanks to the church planters who do the crazy. Who do the impossible. Who do the difficult.

In Ohio and Tanzania, California and Canada, thank you for starting churches.

Have you ever been part of a church plant?


Map of the U.S. Showing What People Call Soda/Pop/Coke

(via Abraham Piper)

In college on the East Coast, a friend from Buffalo called it “Pop” like I did (me being from Oregon). This confused me as my other east-coast friends used the term “Soda.” Now, after all these years (11 to be exact), this map enlightened me!

We can also understand certain animosities:

  • Buffalo vs. Albany/NYC,
  • Pittsburgh v. Philly
  • Oregon v.California
  • the general ambivalence of Missouri
  • …and the real reason West Virginia seceded.

In French-speaking Canada we use the term “Coke” from time to time, neither of the other two terms.

Pop vs. Soda vs. Coke


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