Entries from December 1, 2007 - January 1, 2008

Fiddling While Rome Burns - by Charlie Wear

Every so often, I come across an article so good that I have to "reprint" it here.  Today I'm posting a piece written by my dear friend and mentor, Charlie Wear.  Charlie is the publisher of my favorite periodical, online or print, The Next Wave Ezine.  A few days ago, Charlie wrote this on his personal journal:

114433070_aa289119ae.jpgIt is a rumor and probably a myth that Nero "fiddled" while Rome burned as a result of a fire that he set. No matter where the phrase comes from it has come to mean: "To occupy oneself with unimportant matters and neglect priorities during a crisis." Is this the story of the life of the church in America today, or what?

There has been a lot of conversation in the last year or so about "heresy." I suppose we can partially blame that on my friend, Spencer Burke, who titled his latest book, "A Heretic’s Guide to Eternity." Or perhaps we can thank those folks like D.A. Carson and the Pyromaniacs or Slice of Laodicea for occupying their time with hunting down those who do not adhere to their standards of orthodoxy.

On the eve of the start of the tenth year of publication for Next-Wave I wonder if most of us are not occupying ourselves with unimportant matters. But Charlie, you might say, what is the big crisis?

First of all, I will have to ask my younger friends to forgive me in advance for a couple of things. I am probably a "modern" thinker. I am a baby boomer. I think in terms of cause and effect. I don’t think you can build a building by picking out the color of the wallpaper first. I think sequentially. I believe that movements need to move. I have personally witnessed the rapid decline of a movement in the aftermath of the death of its founder. I was raised in the era of Billy Graham and the Four Spiritual Laws and just can’t shake the feeling that the world and its inhabitants are "going to hell in a handbasket" at a rapid pace.

I have to admit that I have been somewhat comforted by the ideas put forth by some of my friends that "hell" may not be all we thought it was cracked up to be, or that making a decision is not the same as making a disciple, but can we really be satisfied with the results of our "church" methodologies?

I was personally quite motivated to evangelize young people because my oldest son, who had been raised as a church goer and attendee of Christian school, was quite willing to tell me as he approached the age of 16 that he didn’t believe in God or, for that matter, the church he was raised in. I tried everything I knew to cause him to change his mind. I took him to evangelistic meetings. I reasoned with him. I gave him books. Nothing worked. Eventually he got married, had his firstborn son, and attended a Promise Keepers conference and went forward for the altar call on Friday night. "Whew," that was a close one, I thought.

As a teenager in the 60s, the era of sex, drugs and rock and roll, I was a poster child for the idea, "Don’t trust anyone over 30." And in fact, when I reached the age of 30, I didn’t trust myself very much. Certainly the church of my youth had nearly completely missed my generational cohort by refusing to usher our music and our desire to lead into their sanctuaries of worship. If this were not so, every church in America would be bursting to overflowing. We know that the megachurch success stories are the exception, not the rule.

If the parents and elders of my youth missed evangelizing my generation, what will happen as the "new" baby boomer elders make the same mistakes? What of the millions of young people who have been raised without any exposure to the Bible or church except what they can see as they whisk by Robert Schuller, Joel Osteen and Benny Hinn while on their way to MTV? I am sorry that I can’t abdicate my own role in the process of evangelization of the next generation by becoming "transformational," "missional," "incarnational," and leaving it up to the Holy Spirit to preach the good news of the Gospel of Jesus Christ to the next generation.

Perhaps I can join with so many others of my generation and proclaim that the younger leaders are "not ready" to assume leadership and responsibility. Bill Clinton was the first baby boomer president, and George Bush has been the second. Let’s be honest. Did they do that bad a job compared to their predecessors?

Today there are those who are praising Nobel Laureate Al Gore for his role in highlighting the global warming crisis. No matter what your politics, it is clear that Mr. Gore made a valiant effort to stop the "fiddling." I am wishing that church leaders of every age and every stripe would face an inconvenient truth. We are failing our children! Whatever we thought worked, no longer does. We have to do something more than just talk about it if we are going to change the outcome.

Just a quick side note in conclusion. My son has followed through on his Promise Keepers’ commitment and is an active part of his local church community. As I prayed with my daughter-in-law over the phone yesterday before she underwent surgery I realized that our faith in God is alive and well and continuing into the next generation. I am grateful for God for his intervention in our lives and for the hope that our faith provides as we face the challenges of daily life (Originally posted on 12/21/2007 at www.charleswear.com.  All rights reserved.  Reprinted with permission from the author).

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Posted on Wednesday, December 26, 2007 at 03:24PM by Registered CommenterScott Bane in | Comments1 Comment | EmailEmail

The Shadow Game

For the second day in a row I have awakened with no headache and no sinus pain!  I was cautious about getting my hopes up yesterday because I kept waiting for the big let-down.  But it never came.  I felt great all day and then woke up this morning still feeling fine.  What a huge relief!

Have you ever been so sure that you were "over" something or that you had conquered something, you started telling people all about it, only to discover later that maybe you were not quite as over it as you thought?  I'm really hoping that's not the case here, but two days of no pain - I'm ready to celebrate.  I believe that there has been a spiritual element beyond basic illness to this latest sinus ordeal.  I'm not sure what all that involves, but this is something that I have thought I had "defeated" many different times throughout my life, yet it keeps resurfacing.  That seems pretty evil to me.

I have often commented about the picture of "two worlds" painted in the 91st Psalm.  David talks about dwelling in "the secret place" and "the shadow of the Almighty," but he also talks about the perilous pestilence and the snare of the fowler and the arrow that flies by day.  So there is this "place" of protection and safety in the middle of the turmoil of regular life.  There is sickness in this world.  Serious, harmful things happen to people all over this earth.  God seems to be offering shelter, under His wing that keeps us from all of that.  I'm not certain as to how this works, but I know He says:

A thousand may fall at your side and ten thousand at your right hand; but it shall not come near you... v. 7

I remember a little game I used to play with my dad.  Whenever he was walking and casting a shadow I would try to keep my feet in his shadow with every step.  It wasn't easy for my little legs to stay in step with his long strides.  I'd have to take long leaps and jog to keep up.  Now, without me ever having shared it with them, my kids play that game with me.  Recently I chided Luke for pulling away from my arm as we held hands and he tried to lurch ahead of me.  "What are you doing?" I scolded.  "I was trying to step on your head-shadow!" 

This is my picture of abiding under the shadow of the Almighty.  I don't imagine cowering behind Him, taking cover from the evils of life.  I imagine taking long leaps and jogging to stay in step with the perpetual motion of God's Spirit.  The day Luke discovered "the shadow game," I told him, "Well if you're going to step in my shadow, you have to keep hold of my hand.  I don't want you running ahead of me in the parking lot." 

Hmm... I'm finding a lot to ponder in those two sentences.

Posted on Wednesday, December 19, 2007 at 03:29PM by Registered CommenterScott Bane in | Comments5 Comments | EmailEmail

Listen To Me

You never know what people are going through, and nothing has proven this to me more than going through something myself.  Since getting back home from Thanksgiving I have been waking up every morning with intense sinus headaches.  They're concentrated behind my right eye.  Many mornings the pain has been maddening.  I can't hold still but moving around doesn't help.  I can't stand the light but being in the dark isn't any better.  For the past 10 years or so this has been a recurring event with me.  The most frustrating of it all is that it had been nearly 2 years since I had any trouble.  Now, it's back with a vengeance.

I went to the doctor a few weeks ago.  For those that really know me, you know what a move of desperation that was.  I started to tell him what was going on, but I was actually racked with pain at the time and couldn't even think straight.  He told me everything I've heard before - use saline solution to irrigate your sinuses, sleep with a vaporizer going, drink plenty of fluids - blah, blah, BLAH!  Did you hear me say I've battled this over the past 10 years?  I've tried the frigging saline solution, Doc!  Most days, it is totally debilitating.  I can't function until I get some relief from the pain.  So this creates a lot of explaining about why I don't answer my phone before 9:30, or why I got up and left in the middle of our prayer meeting.  And the explaining sets off an endless string of remedies and stories from other people who claim to have, "gone through the exact same thing."

Okay, I've written all that just to say this:  People want someone to listen to them.  Throughout this ordeal, I've found myself longing to just be able to explain to someone how I feel.  I want to be able to talk to a specialist or a doctor who will LISTEN TO ME, and begin to care for the uniqueness of my situation.  I don't want to be treated like the last person who came in complaining of sinus pressure.  Don't tell me I have seasonal allergies - tell me what I'm allergic to.  Are you getting the parable? 

I am more convinced than ever that one of the greatest failures of the church is our unwillingness to listen to people.  We already know how to fix them so why would we care to hear the unique details of their story?  If you have ears to hear it, you'll notice the way people try to tell you their story long before you've even given them reason to believe you'd listen.  They are so lonely, feeling like no one understands the way they feel, that they will start spilling their guts to almost anyone.  This is a vicious cycle because each person they tell that does not truly listen only perpetuates the isolation and the heartache.  They go through life feeling as if no one knows and no one understands so they begin to believe that no one cares.

God, please make me into a listener.  Give me ears to hear what the people around me are really saying.  Open my heart to bear their burdens.  Amen. 

Posted on Sunday, December 16, 2007 at 07:43PM by Registered CommenterScott Bane in | Comments6 Comments | EmailEmail