So...Christmas, Eh?

So I’m standing here at work, amidst the insipid clatter and clang of machinery, conveyors and saw blades, on the 23rd of December, realizing that I’ve given little thought to Christmas, true Christmas to be exact, not the manufactured, Hallmark-cliché of rampant materialism that we sold from Thanksgiving onward. I’m talking about Christ’s Mass, the celebration and worship of the birth of Emmanual. Somehow I’ve missed Advent, spending negligible amounts of time preparing my heart to celebrate the Christ child. Part of the fault—okay, most of the fault—lay in my own laziness concerning my soul. For whatever reason I just seem to have a blasé attitude toward Christmas this year. It just snuck up on me, and I never really prepared myself for it. This is troubling. I like Christmas. I like to think about Christmas and anticipate it. I like to think about Christmas and Advent and their relationship to the 2nd Coming. Somehow I missed it all. I wonder what Christmas Eve will be like for me in my unprepared state…

There are few events in history more engorged with significance than the Incarnation, every aspect of it bleeding the miraculous and declaring the culmination of God’s plan for humanity—He would take on flesh. And I stand here in my factory having given little thought to this grand event. How has it come to this? How have I slipped so far as to miss entirely the celebration of God-with-man?

But all is not lost. On Christmas morning my wife, 5-year-old son, and I will be serving Christmas breakfast in the community where my brother works. Perhaps the greatest way to celebrate the Word-made-flesh is to become Christ in the flesh for our fellow man.

Merry Christmas

Neighbor Next Door

Marius almost reproached himself with the fact that he had been so absorbed in his reveries and passion that he had not until now cast a glance upon his neighbors. Paying their rent was a mechanical impulse; everybody would have had that impulse; but, Marius, should have done better. What! a mere wall separated him from these abandoned beings, who lived by groping in the night without the pale of the living; he came in contact with them, he was in some sort the last link of the human race which they touched, he heard them live or rather breathe beside him, and he took no notice of them! every day at every moment, he heard them through the wall, walking, going, coming, talking, and he did not lend his ear! and  in these words there were groans, and he did not even listen, his thoughts were elsewhere, upon dreams, upon impossible glimmerings, upon loves in the sky, upon infatuations; and all the while human beings, his brothers in Jesus Christ, his brothers in the people, were suffering death agonies beside him! agonizing uselessly; he even caused a portion of their suffering and aggravated it. For had they had another neighbor, a less chimerical and more observant neighbor, an ordinary and charitable man, it was clear that their poverty would have been noticed, their signals of distress would have been see, and long ago perhaps they would have gathered up and saved! Undoubtedly they seemed very depraved, very corrupt, very vile, very hateful, even, but those are rare who fall without becoming degraded… And then, is it not when the fall is lowest that charity ought to be greatest? __from Les Misérables by Victor Hugo__

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I'm not even sure how to make fun of this. It just screams for some sort of mockery, but I can't even begin to find a place to start on it.


shalom, matt

Really?

I need to rant for a minute here. Since I don’t work in a church anymore I don’t have much motive to rant and rave, like a petulant child in need of a “bah-bah” and a “blanky.” But when I hear about something heretical being taught to students I still love, well, it just raises my fur, flattens my ears against my head, and makes my tail swing wildly to and fro (yes, in this metaphor I am a cat).

A former student of mine told me that in Sunday School class at “church” they were told that they should be only hanging out with Christians. As far as non-Christians go they are to “say ‘hi’ to ‘them’ in the hallways and invite ‘them’ to church but that’s all.” The justification for this thinking was Paul’s discourse in 2 Corinthians about believers and unbelievers being unequally yoked together. You shouldn’t be friends with non-Christians because it yokes you together with them. Now aside from the asinine interpretation of this passage, this idea is dangerous, fundamentalist, anti-Christian, anti-kingdom, and—dare I say it (Dare! Dare!)?—anti-Christ theology.

Say “hi” to them? Invite them to church? Nothing else? No relationship? Are you freaking kidding me? Are we even reading the same Bible or talking about the same Jesus? Think about the damaging implications of such a way of thinking and living. How has this “church’s” theology sunk so low?

So many thoughts and questions race through my mind:

What about the entire ministry of Jesus? He hung out with everyone but religious people, and when he did end up around them he usually rubbed their faces in their own hypocrisy.

What about “I came to seek and save the lost”? Doesn’t the act of “seeking” imply some sort of relational effort and involvement? Saying “hi” isn’t relational involvement anymore than video games are athletic (with the exception of Wii Fit maybe). And don’t get me started on “invite them to church.” Never does Christ ask us to invite people to “church.” Invite them into a Kingdom life, yes, to church, no (and “church” doesn’t always equal Kingdom).

So when Jesus ate with 1st century IRS agents, whores, low-lifes, the diseased and ordinary, the forgotten and corrupt he did that because Burger King was closed and he had nowhere else to eat? He did it just to be nice? How do you get around him eating with Zaccheus?

So where were the elders when this was being taught, or the youth minister?

Hey, elders, wanna know why your “church is dying? It’s because of this kind of thinking.

Putting myself into that situation as a youth minister I think I would have an awfully hard time not speaking out against that kind of thinking during class. I know it would create a crap storm later on but that kind of destruction can’t go unchecked.

Churches that allow that brand of fear-driven thinking to be taught need to collapse and die for the good of the kingdom. If you attend a church that teaches you to fear and avoid the world—RUN! Get out with your soul in tact before you are brainwashed with anti-Kingdom thinking. Find a church that teaches about the Jesus who said, “Go into the world;” “Do not be afraid for I have overcome the world;” “[the Spirit] will guide you.” Find a church that teaches about a Jesus who chose to eat with the lowly and sinful and expected us to do the same, who called these very people “blessed,” and who shoed them a new way, the True Way, to be fully human, whole and complete. Find a church that values people, not for what they can add (money and higher attendance), but simply because they are, despite the outward exterior actions, language or beliefs, at their core God-breathed bearers of the Image of God.

Jesus’ harshest words were for the uber-religious who looked down upon “those sinners” with snobbish contempt and arrogant pride, not even deigning to associate with “them.” 

They accused Jesus of dining with tax collectors and sinners.

May we be accused of the same thing?

shalom, matt

A Nominal Post

I'll post something of relevance in the next day or so, but until then I would like to pose this query:


Who is more overrated:

A. Elvis
B. The Beatles

Discuss.




A Terrible Weight

Genesis 3 makes it abundantly clear that sin—disobedience, literally, “missing the mark”—comes with a hefty price. Adam and Eve eat the forbidden fruit and get booted from Paradise faster than a meat-eater at a PETA convention, thereby ruining the chance of everyone getting to walk around naked and unashamed…dang it. Three chapters later the world makes God sad because they won’t stop killing each other (no modern equivalent to this). So God hits the refresh button and wipes out all but a dozen people and a floating zoo full of animals in the mother of all rainstorms: 40 days and nights of rain, which is like living in Seattle (but without the flannel shirts and Nirvana cover bands). Skip way ahead, a long, long, long time to Exodus. The Israelites are put into 400 years of bondage for no other reason than they are really good at the whole “be fruitful and multiply” thing (you know, sex). Too numerous. Might rise up and overthrow Pharaoh. Solution: slavery. Enter Moses. Leads them out of the slavery after pimp-slapping Egypt for Pharaoh’s hard-heartedness…and for his being kind of a douchebag. Later, Moses strikes a rock in the desert with his staff (inadvertently inventing the game of stickball), water flows and Moses gets locked out of the Promise Land because he made God mad.

Our consequences today wear a different face, but the weight is still more than we were meant to bear. As I’ve become slightly more aged and vaguely wiser I’ve noticed with much trepidation the effect my sins have had and continue to have on other people. We think our sin affects only us, but we don’t live in a vacuum. We live in relationship and community. Scripture says that the effects of sin are felt to the 3rd and 4th generation. The life of King David is telling of this truth. And I can tell you that watching your sins affect those around you, frankly, sucks. The only way I can describe it is “heart-sadness.” It’s the kind of sadness that affects your body. Your whole body seems stuck in a state of melancholy. Couple that with an ever-increasing awareness of one’s own shortcomings and you begin to feel like you are buried under a heaping pile of rubble.

But…

There in that rubble with you is Jesus, who understands burdens and the weight of sin, who can lead you out into freedom, life and better days full of hope and a desire for His Way. The road isn’t easy and the gate is exceedingly narrow (and few find it). You want to give up or, worse, live halfway between both realities. But deep down you know you can’t. so with the Spirit working in you, the difficult, arduous task of digging out, rebuilding and repairing begins.

And each day the weight becomes a little less.

shalom, matt

I Leave It To Him

From Monsignor Quixote by Graham Greene:

“Without much hope [Monsignor Quixote] opened the book a second time, but this time he was rewarded, although the paragraph he had fixed on began discouragingly. ‘Have I have in my life made a good confession? Has God pardoned me? Am I in a good or a bad state?’ He was tempted to close the book but he read on. ‘I at once reply: God wishes to conceal all that from me, so that I may blindly abandon myself to His mercies. I do not wish to know what He does not wish to show me and I wish to proceed in the midst of whatever darkness He may plunge me into. It is His business to know the state of my progress, mine to occupy myself with Him alone. He will take care of all the rest; I leave it to Him.’

 

Thoughts on the Day After November 4th

  • It was nice to see an election where gay marriage, abortion and religion were not the deciding factors and were barely even mentioned.
  • James Dobson and the "religious right" were strangely silent during this election year (thankfully and mercifully). 
  • I don't care what side of the aisle you're on, or what state you're from, electing the first African-American president is a huge freaking deal. 50 years ago America was still drinking out of seperate water fountains and shooting civil rights leaders. Slightly historic, wouldn't you say?
  • Did anyone else notice that the media only seemed to be interviewing African-Americans in regards to Obama during the election coverage? You would think, based on the media coverage, that no one but African-Americans voted for Obama. I found it strange.
  • I'm sure the media have more info than we do but it was odd that they were calling states with less than 1% of the votes tabulated. Some of the races even showed the projected winner losing based on the tabulated votes to that point. Made me a little nervouse that we'd have a repeat of the 2000 Florida fiasco.
  • So how long will it take for Sarah Palin to drop back into relative obscurity? Wait...what? You mean she already has? Well, that was quick.
  • I may dislike McCain but I thought his concession speech was very gracious and heartfelt.
  • By the way, McCain supporters in Phoenix, the booing at Obama' name was very, very classy. Just the height of maturity. I've seen Bill Belicheck be more gracious about losing than you were.
  • It says a lot about the pulse of the country that Obama won traditionally "red" states, like Indiana. I think people actually see in him a chance for a new direction in Washington. That's encouraging. God knows what's going on there now isn't working.
  • I vehemetly dislike Bush as a President but I thought it was kind of him to invite the Obama's to the White House. I get the sense that, while he is a lousy president, George would be fun to drink a beer and shoot skeet with.
  • Anyone else notice that Obama mentioned humility? We could use some of that in D.C.
  • I've never seen a man, particularly in politics, with as much of a commanding, energizing, uniting presence as Obama. 
  • Obama's election began instantaneously repairing our standing in eyes of the world. Don't believe me? Check out some internatinale newspapers online and tell me they aren't glad to be rid of the Bush Administration's destructive "we're right/you're wrong" philosophy. One headline from a former ally: Welcome Back, Friend.
  • May the next four years (eight, hopefully) erase the devastation of the last eight.
shalom, matt

Side Effects

During lunch at work, between the hours of 11:00-12:00, on the TV in the break room, you will find The Price Is Right (sans Bob Barker). While watching said game show you are inundated with commercials every ten minutes or so. The commercials seem to be of two flavors: 1) that guy who used to sell Quaker Oats but is now trying to hock term life insurance or diabetes testing supplies; or 2) drug companies hocking their latest fix-it-all medication. I’ve noticed that probably around 60-70% of the commercials are for these medications, covering a broad spectrum of illnesses and conditions: depression, anxiety, constipation, asthma, sleeplessness, arthritis, joint pain, erectile disfunction, STDs, high cholesterol, high blood pressure, etc. Pick a problem and there is probably an over-priced drug for it. What is hilarious is listening to the full 20 seconds of warnings and side effects and potential risks involved in taking the medication. Here is a list of some of the effects from various medictions:

Less serious risks include:

  • Nausea
  • Vomiting
  • Diarrhea
  • Constipation
  • Sleeplessness
  • Drowsiness
  • Headaches
  • Dry mouth
  • Acne
  • Blurred vision
  • Runny nose
  • Clogged nose
  • Half runny, half clogged nose
  • Bacon cravings
  • A desire to practice naked yoga in your driveway
  • Playing possum
  • Listening to Dido albums

Moderate to severe risks include:

  • Respiratory infections
  • Trouble breathing
  • Low blood pressure
  • Thoughts of suicide
  • Heart attack
  • Stroke
  • Blood clots
  • Severe bleeding
  • Kidney failure
  • Liver failure
  • Ulcers
  • Erections lasting over 4 hours
  • Weakened immune system
  • “Fatal condition resulting from…” (seriously, this was a side effect for some medication)
  • Desire to watch The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood
  • Inexplicable attraction to Bette Midler
  • Longing to celebrete Michael Bolton’s entire music catalogue

Rare, but really, really nasty risks include:

  • Pregnancy (especially in males)
  • Eternal damnation of the soul
  • Loss of firstborn son (Egyptians only)
  • Genetic mutation
  • Decaptiation
  • Growth of extra limbs
  • Alien abduction and probing
  • Increased desire to vote McCain/Palin

If you or a loved one are taking medication and experience any of these side effects, please, consult a physician.

 

 

Advertising and the Church

I haven’t complained about churches in quite awhile, mainly due to the fact that I attend a couple different churches that aren’t corporately retarded and understand that there is more to church than simply getting bigger. But I digress. I don’t intend to complain here, only to make some observations about how the church markets itself to the world in the attempt to make itself more appealing and desirable.

Marketing is an interesting phenomenon. My brother is fond of saying that the goal of advertising is to “polish a turd and convince you it’s a diamond.” But, as he says, “a turd is still a turd even if itwears a tuxedo.” The fact is that marketing works. What the product looks like, where it is placed in the store—in the aisle and on the shelf—and what you perceive the product can do for you is far more important than what the product actually does. The goal is to sell the product. This is what marketing is about.

And to be honest, it works on me sometimes. You, too, I’m willing to guess. I buy chips and mints all the time based on 1) packaging (what catches my eye) and 2) flavor. I just bought a Wii, somewhat impulsively (we’d thought about it for a couple weeks), based at least partly on the advertising I’ve seen on T.V. I started working part-time for a company recently that stocks trading cards at Wal-Marts, near the checkout lanes. The whole section of sports, Pokemon, Yu-Gi-Oh, etc. is arranged in a specific way to highlight popular products. Having spent 3 rather unsuccessful months as a car salesman I realized that much of marketing is about making the customer feel something towards the product, whether it be shampoo, food, or a $45000 Ram 3500. If a salesman or advertiser can make you feel a sense of need ad ownership then they have won 90% of the battle. Whether the shampoo might make your hair smell like a fragrant horse rectum or that car might lose a wheel 3 miles down the road is secondary to how it makes you feel to buy it. Call it form over function or substance.

What seems to be more and more the case (at least I’ve unscientifically discovered) is that the most effective products are often times the least advertised. This isn’t a general sweeping statement as some highly stylized products actually deliver. I recently purchased some lotion to keep in my locker at work. When you work with towel all day and are constantly wiping your hands with sanitizing wipes they get a little on the dry side. Most lotions smell horrid: to strong and fragrant, to womanly, to “lotiony.” This lotion, called simply “Corn Husker Lotion,” is the best, non-smelly lotion I’ve ever used. This is a product with zero advertising and a simply bottle, with a simply label, with a simple lotion that delivers.

Biblically speaking, you could probably make a case for Satan being the first advertising executive (not that all advertisers are Satanic). In the Garden the serpent convinces Eve that she “won’t surely die,” that her “eyes will be opened,” and she’ll “be like God, knowing good from evil.” Never mind the utter destruction that would be wrought by eating the fruit and the fact that God said, “Don’t freaking eat it,” Eve is convinced, seeing that the fruit was pleasing to the eye, she took and ate.

The Church, seeking relevance in an ever-changing, post-modern world, has replaced true discipleship with marketing and programming as the primary means of  “reaching” into the world. The goal, despite what may be stated, is not the ushering in of the kingdom, nor the transformation of lives, but convincing the world that “our” church has what you need to complete your life: self-help groups, child care, a “killer” youth ministry, a rocking worship band, and a “pastor who wears jeans” (I actually saw a church advertise this once). It isn’t that these things are bad in and of themselves (though I’m not sure your pastor’s wardrobe has much to do with anything); it’s that they aren’t the point. Churches that advertise the crap out themselves don’t always have the message to back up the boasting. Too often the church is a “turd in a tuxedo.” No substance. All style (bad style). Fancy buildings, slick advertising, expensive youth rooms, free coffee and the like can’t hide for long the “turdiness” of a church. Three of the most effective churches I know of can only be found by those who want to find them. They are found mainly through relationships, disciples reaching out to their neighbors and drawing them into the community of faith. Yes, they have websites telling you what they offer, but the focus is not on convincing you to come to them. Instead they are “going into the world,” bringing people into the community instead of simply waiting to be found, or convincing you that what you need is right through their doors.

I’m certainly not saying that churches shouldn’t let people know what they are doing and what help they offer, nor am I suggesting that churches that advertise are the demon spawn of Satan. What I’m advocating substance over form, depth over dimensions, relationships over billboards. Far to often what is offered varies wildly from what is “given.” Worse, there are times when the means contradict the end. The message of Jesus gets lost or watered down by world-like methods of bringing people into the church.

Here’s the point: the Church has to be more than slick advertising. It has to be about the kingdom come “on earth as it is in heaven.” It has to be about life-giving. It must be live out in its body the death and resurrection of Jesus.

shalom, matt