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I recently joined Flickr.

For starters, I have gathered some of my favorite photos from places I have been.

If you use Flickr, check me out.

YEE HAW!

When my church took the step of faith to launch a second location two counties over, I knew we were going to be reaching who we have not.

Tonight, as I was going through news stories in Google Reader, I came across another church in the area I had not heard about beforehand.  It is church that focuses on an older time, but is far from traditional.  It is a cowboy church.

Seriously, click the last link and check it out.

What are you willing to do to reach people?

Welcome

Hello, and welcome to my humble abode in the blogosphere! 

It is a new year, and I guess I caught a little of that “do something new in the new year” bug when I decided to open a blog again.  Okay, so maybe this is not a new thing for me, but can we come to a consensus on “newish?” 

For those of you who do not know me, I have a nifty About page at the top.  If you are wondering where I am coming from with a lot of the stuff I write, I also recommend the My Faith page. 

That is what I am hoping for with this venture: to reach a new audience, as well as connect with friends and family.  If you happened on this blog, I gladly invite you to take a look around.   Feel free to leave comments, too.  I am hoping we can dialogue.  There are also a bunch of links over to the side, as well as buttons for subscribing and sharing. 

Enjoy the posts that are already here, and I hope to be adding more in the days ahead.

Praying for a Former Classmate

Working overnights in radio, one of my responsibilities is to make sure the news reports are ready to go by the time the morning shows hit the airwaves.  We get our news from a local TV affiliate, and then place the reports in our system for playback. 

This morning, the news was too real.

As I reviewed the reports, the story at the end had me in awe.  There was an incident that happened at the shopping mall near me which involved someone I went to high school with; he was the guilty party. 

The first thing I did after the shock wore off was check the news websites for a video of the report, as it could have been someone with the same name.  Once finding the video, I saw the photo of the guilty party who I have known since ninth grade.

Immediately, my thoughts did not rush to judgment, but rather to the need to pray… so I did.  I stopped what I was doing and said a prayer for this person.  I told God I forgave him for what he did, and asked God to show him the way.  I prayed for his family as well.  Then, I prayed for the victim, and for God to restore to her what he had taken (without getting into too much detail, I will say no physical harm was done.)

For those who know him and do not know what happened already, I know the news will soon spread.  It is upon hearing about it that the easy and natural thing to do will be to judge.  I thank God that I did not, as I am just as capable.  Prayer is an action we can all take for this person.  God loves both him and the victim the same.  Pray for the victim as well, and for the families of both.  Chances are, it is going to be a rough few months of this incident being at the forefront of their lives.

God will forgive if we ask Him, and He wants us to forgive those who have done wrong as well.

My Journey to Five Weeks in Canada

Yet again, an experience of one of my friends has led me to think about an experience of my own.  This person is getting ready to leave home for eight months, following God’s calling.  Also, I’m sure by now there are many in the college ministry I was a part of, Baptist Collegiate Ministries (BCM), who are looking over possibilites of where to go this summer for a week or two, a month, or maybe even the whole thing.  I have no idea where you are right now, but this post is for everyone, and its focus is on identifying and answering God’s call.

Summer Missions to me was never something I felt like I had to do because I owed it to an organization.  In fact, I went through all but one of my summers in college without giving it much serious thought.  This includes time spent on the leadership team of BCM.  I knew there were things that needed to be taken care of, such as summer classes.  I had never felt led to apply for missions over the summer, and really felt like God wanted me to do what I was doing.  It was always up to Him, and as long I left it that way, then I was on the right path.

It wasn’t until my last year of college and BCM that I felt like my calling was changing.  I didn’t have to take summer classes after graduation, and had the opportunity to go, and began studying the opportunities available to me because of this.  And, boy, were there ever a lot of opportunities!  I believe it was something like 23 pages worth of locations and desctiptions.  And of those 23 pages, there was really only one opportunity that I felt strongly about… and it involved five weeks in another country.

Over the next few months that led into the application process and my local interview with BCM leaders past and present, and ministers, serving at The Bridge Community Church in Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada was the place I felt God was leading me.  In fact, on the online application that wanted me to list three choices, I was only able to come up with the one.

I shared with the interviewers that I felt strongly about the description to go and serve in this church, which meets in a movie theater, and use my gifts and talents for them.  I felt that I had a lot to offer, being part of a portable church that meets at a high school.  More than anything though, I really felt like this was where God was calling me.  And when God calls you, it doesn’t matter how familiar or foreign something looks… He’s got a plan for you where He wants you to go!

That interview was in the books, as were my four references and all the other good stuff I had to gather together for the trip.  All the while, I gave an honest account of myself, continued to pray and seek God’s guidance, and headed into the statewide BCM missions interview weekend, which was my biggest test of faith yet.

I don’t know why, but I felt like I was “off” this whole weekend.  Most of it consisted of small group settings and being asked very informal questions.  My nerve issue with these are that I always tended to overthink what was being asked.  Even something as simple as what influential person would I like to have dinner with (or something along those lines), I tended to sit in my seat and analyze what the group leader was really wanting to know.  This led to keeping quiet.

I did have a few high points during the weekend though.  The team exercises went well, including the “plan a worship service in x amount of minutes” one.  By the way–if you’re someone applying for missions this year who is reading this and thinking I’m giving you an unfair advantage… trust me… I’m not.

The application process ended during this interview weekend.  At which time, we were instructed to choose alternate trip choices.  WHAT??? Are you serious? I mean… yeah… I knew this was coming for months now… but I’ve felt like I only had one place on my heart the whole time.  Nevertheless, I managed to come up with something like five other choices, with Canada remaining my first.  As it turns out, I was the only one out of 230+ who had this particular Canada trip at the top of the list.  This was evident at the end of the weekend when my picture and information remained lonely as it was handing out on the wall under “The Bridge Community Church (Kamloops, BC, Canada)” option.

I wasn’t sure how it was going to go.  Several times, I found myself questioning whether or not this trip was really for me, or if I somehow dreamed up the whole thing and was just going along with it.  I was in a state where I really felt like it was God’s calling for me to go, but thinking it could have been all me just as easily.  Have you ever been there?  Are you there now?

All of this was finally put to rest when I got a call from a fellow BCMer who was helping out in the interview process that weekend.  He told me I was going!  A couple of months later, I met my teammates, who I knew right away were totally awesome.  A few months after that, we boarded plane after plane and headed to BC.  Five weeks later, my life would forever be changed from what all God did in me and through me.  And yes, He did both.  This wasn’t simply a mission trip where the missionaries received all the ministry.  He also used us to make an impact in the community, and plant and water seeds for His Knigdom.  Real friendships were made, many of which I’m able to maintain on Facebook.

There was great satisfaction in knowing that it was God who led me to Canada from the beginning.  It’s easy to get in a place where you don’t know that for sure, and sometimes it will take you awhile to discover it was His calling.  Confirmation didn’t come for me overnight.  I wasn’t thinking about going to Canada, asking God for a sign, and then sitting in Waffle House and seeing the words “maple syrup” on the side of a bottle and knew that it was destiny.  I mean… I’m sure I did go to Waffle House somewhere along the way, but nothing that cool happened.

My point in sharing all of that is that we may not always know for sure if God is calling us to do something.  However, it is necessary to take steps of faith that lead us to where we’re going.  The greatest thing about an application and interview process is that you are not alone in figuring this out.  There are many praying for you and not taking the decision of where (or even if) they send you lightly.

When you face a hard-to-judge calling, go for it, and see where it leads you.  If it is indeed a calling from God, nothing is going to stop it from happening.

 

Originally written October 24, 2008.

Growing Up

President Bush delivered his farewell address last Thursday night.  Tomorrow, President-Elect Obama takes his place as acting Commander-in-Chief.  This chain of events is nothing new, but this is the first time I have been this conscious about the transition process.  It makes me think of how I am growing up and becoming more aware of the world around me. 

Increased engagement in culture is not the only kind of growing I have noticed in my life lately either.  Thursday morning, as I was coming home from the bank after depositing this month’s car payment, I stopped at a nearby McDonald’s downtown to grab some breakfast.  I was amazed that no one got in a wreck and the correct orders were given to the correct people in the double drive-thru.  After a light dinner the previous night, I was more than ready to dive in to the deliciousness that awaited me in the bag.

That excitement was soon put on hold.  As I sank my teeth into a sausage, egg, and cheese McGriddle on the ride home, I soon became aware of every possibly homeless person I saw.  My heart was going out for these people who may or may not have had breakfast, and depending on what time they get to a kitchen, may or may not have any meal today. 

Then there was me.  I was the guy driving down the road thinking my McGriddle was too hot.  A guy who is now deciding on a dinner option.  A guy who is disappointed on nights when I have to settle for “sandwich night” at home. 

As Brandon Heath does in his song, I have been praying for God to give me His eyes.  That is a prayer you will know is answered the next time you look at something He allows you to see something differently.

My Journey to Finding a Church Home

This writing is in response to one a friend of mine wrote about looking for a church home.  It got me thinking about what went in to my journey that led me to where I’m a member of, which I want to share with you.  In doing so, I hope you take away that it isn’t always an easy decision, and one that takes the leading of the Holy Spirit.

Due to work, laziness, and probably mainly freedom, I went about two years without regularly attending church for the first time in my life.  That ended with the summer one year when I rededicated my life to God.  I had the desire to go to church again, and began looking for a place to call home.  I knew what I wanted in a style of worship, but had little clue that a church as cool as that week at summer camp or weekly college ministry meeting really existed.  I also wanted to discover my life’s purpose.  A friend began praying I would find what I was looking for.  I decided to check out this church another friend of mine was going to at the time, and it was exactly what I had in mind. They were even beginning a series and study based on a book by some famous pastor who a non-churchgoer for two years like me had never heard of.  I went there regularly for two months, in which time I attended their membership class and had my first opportunity to join… but I didn’t.

I still had questions, and I still wasn’t sure if it was where I belonged.  Confirming the night of the membership class was not the time for me to join was the statement on the covenant I would have signed that stated I felt led by the Holy Spirit to make this decision.  I don’t know about you, but that’s not something I take half-heartedly.

So my search continued, and I began checking out a church that another friend of mine’s father is the pastor of on a regular basis.  For many months, I was going to the early service at the church I didn’t join and this other church immediately afterwards. 

Somewhere along the way, I met someone at school who told me about where he went in North Augusta as well.  I remember one driving up to the building one, sitting in the parking lot, and praying that if this is where God wanted me to be to let me know.  The same prayer went for the two places I was attending regularly as well. Even though I didn’t make it back to this church, it was a prayer that needed to happen.

At one point, it seemed like my decision was becoming clearer.  I began exclusively attending my friend’s father’s church, as well as giving my offering there.  I was still going to the first church’s small group Bible study during the week through all of this, as I had formed real community there.  Then, one Sunday, I decided to check out their service again.  Somewhere along the way, I started going there exclusively. 

I remember one night during the Bible study that I felt God tell me this was my family.  I knew this went deeper than the people in the room, but was a confirmation to where my home should be.  I continued to pray about this and followed up that confirmation by filling out the membership covenant that I held on to for nine months and turning it in one Sunday morning.  I was finally home, and it felt wonderful.  I have been there ever since, and that was over two years ago.

It’s true what they say, and the perfect church does not exist.  When searching for a church home, God may lead you to membership right away, but it may also take some time.  Always pray and follow His guidance.  There is no rush when it is a journey you are on with God.  Don’t just go somewhere because it’s cool; a church is not a new store at the mall.  It’s a community in which God has a place for you.  I believe any of the three churches I mentioned have seen God do great things.  I also believe they are all full of humans, and don’t always get everything right, but are all led by the Holy Spirit.  God let my membership rest in the one that had the worship style I desired, but could have easily placed me in any of them. 

I hope that if you are finding yourself looking for a church home, you are listening to God.  If He is not saying anything, I hope you are being still and knowing He is God, He knows your heart’s desires, and will answer you in His time. In the Body of Christ, you will always find  people who are truly being His hands and feet.  You will also find there are more than enough people willing to be His… well… digestive system to say the least.  Don’t let people get in your way.  Instead, let Him lead you.

 

Originally written October 22, 2008.

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