Finding the Holy

worship-service-at-reclaiming-jesusI started a new sermon series last week called “In Search of the Holy,” and I started with that wonderful passage from Isaiah 6, where he “saw the Lord, high and lifted up.”  It isn’t always like that, I admitted, but when worship is at its best the experience can be unforgettable.  And then I shared my own experience of  unforgettable worship.

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It happened to me on Thursday.

I was in Washington for a national preaching conference called the “Festival of Homiletics” when I heard that Michael Curry was going to be in town.  Do you remember Bishop Curry, the preacher who wowed the world at the royal wedding?  He is part of a movement called “Reclaiming Jesus” and there was an event scheduled for 7:00 on Thursday night at National City Christian Church, right next to my hotel.  I decided to go.  But so did 1,800 other preachers who were there for the festival and a whole lot of other people who just wanted to see Michael Curry.  I had to squeeze past a whole lot of knees to find a place on the pew, but as soon as I sat down I knew it was going to be special.

The Howard University Gospel Choir began to sing, and, mercy, those children could sing!  Within a few minutes they had the whole place rocking, and I looked around me at all those introverted preachers from the Mainline Protestant tradition—Lutherans, Methodists, Presbyterians—and they had been transfigured.  Their faces were shining!  They were clapping their hands and singing along.  But then the speakers for the evening filed into the room and it was like watching the gods assemble on Mount Olympus.  There was Bishop Curry, wearing his purple shirt, but there, also, was Tony Campolo, Walter Brueggemann, Jim Wallis, Barbara Williams-Skinner, Ron Sider, James Forbes, Sharon Watkins, and Richard Rohr, just to name a few: the Elders of the Ecumenical Church in America: Episcopalians standing side-by-side with Evangelicals.

But then they began to speak, and it became clear that they were calling for a re-calibration of our nation’s moral compass, and they were doing it by taking us back to the clear and uncompromising teachings of Jesus.  “We are living through perilous and polarizing times,” they began.  “We believe the soul of the nation and the integrity of faith are at stake.  It is time to be followers of Jesus before anything else.”  And then they said:

  • We believe each human being is made in God’s image and likeness. Racial bigotry is a brutal denial of the image of God in some of the children of God.
  • We believe we are one body. In Christ there is to be no oppression based on race, gender, identity, or class.
  • We believe how we treat the hungry, the thirsty, the naked, the stranger, the sick, and the prisoner is how we treat Christ himself.
  • We believe that truth is morally central to our personal and public lives. Jesus promises, “You will know the truth, and the truth will set you free” (John 8:32).
  • We believe that Christ’s way of leadership is servanthood, not domination. We support democracy, not because we believe in human perfection, but because we do not. And finally,
  • We believe Jesus when he tells us to go into all nations making disciples. Our churches and our nations are part of an international community whose interests always surpass national boundaries. We in turn should love and serve the world and all its inhabitants rather than to see first narrow nationalistic prerogatives.[i]

I tell you, as one person after another climbed the steps of the pulpit to speak I was seized by the Mysterium Tremendum.  “The pivots on the thresholds shook,” as Isaiah says.  “The house was filled with smoke.”  And I remembered that on Sunday I had asked [my congregation] to pause at Noon every day during the week and pray that God’s Holy Spirit would come and I thought, “Oh, my goodness!  It worked!  Those Baptists can pray!”  It was like Pentecost all over again.  And no sooner had that thought occurred to me than Jim Forbes said from the pulpit, “I don’t even know how to describe what’s going on here except to say (quoting from Acts 2) that this is what the prophet Joel was talking about: ‘In the last days it will be, God declares, that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy!'”

And the crowd went wild.

I’m telling you last Thursday night I was in church…and I saw the Lord.  He was high and lifted up, and his holiness filled the sanctuary.  The words of his Son Jesus were lifted up, and offered as the only way of bringing in God’s Kingdom.  The Holy Spirit was poured out on every man and woman in that room, and they went out prophesying, dreaming dreams and seeing visions of a brighter future.  That’s what can happen when you search for the holy.  Sometimes, when the conditions are just right,

You can find it.

[i] Full statement and resources available at ReclaimingJesus.org

Faith Like Noah

1503572605296.jpg--weather_report_Author’s Note: From the second Monday in September 2012 until the second Monday in September 2013 I tried to post on this blog every day, sharing the pictures and telling the stories of First Baptist members who were “bringing the KOH2RVA”—the Kingdom of Heaven to Richmond, Virginia—as part of our year-long, every member mission trip.  Even though our members have continued to bring heaven to earth in the five years since then, I have rarely shared their stories.  I was “blogged out.”  But this story seems exceptional, and I was inspired to share it here.  

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Anybody else might have called it off.

A twenty percent chance of rain might have been enough to do it.  A fifty percent chance, certainly.  But Justin Griffin was going ahead with the picnic even if the bottom dropped out of the sky, even if it rained so hard that the main access to Charlotte Acres was flooded and closed, with police barriers across the road.

Which it was.

Christy and I had left early enough to get to the picnic on time, and when we pulled away from the house it wasn’t raining.  But shortly after that it was, and a few minutes later it was raining hard—so hard that my wipers at their highest setting couldn’t handle the volume.  I slowed down and kept driving, determined to get there on time.  But when we got to Creighton Road there was a sign that said “Closed to Through Traffic.”  We weren’t going through; we were only going to Charlotte Acres.  But before we got there we found those barriers across the road and had to stop, turn around, drive back to Mechanicsville, take Highway 360 to Interstate 295, and then head south to the Creighton Road exit.

It took a while.

We considered giving up and going home but Justin wasn’t giving up.  He had posted on Facebook the day before, telling us that because there was a covered pavilion at Charlotte Acres the picnic was going forward “rain or shine.”  He was determined.

And let me tell you why.

Months ago, maybe years ago, I told Justin about the annual picnic we used to have when I was a pastor in Wingate, North Carolina.  We called it “The Promise of Pentecost,” and we got the idea from one of our Baptist partners.  On Pentecost, people from all over the ancient world heard the gospel in their own languages.  They responded to that good news in faith.  They became one church, one family.  “The Promise of Pentecost” was that the family of God divided by the artificial barrier of race could come together in Christian unity, at least for a day, at least for a picnic.  I invited the pastor and members of Nicey Grove Baptist Church in our town to join me and the members of Wingate Baptist Church on the afternoon of Pentecost Sunday, and they did, and for four glorious hours we experienced the kind of unity most families only dream about.

Justin GriffinI told Justin that story and it found a place in his heart.  He began to work toward a similar event on the Saturday closest to May 20, the date Pentecost would be celebrated this year.  He built an entire website around the idea, calling it “1721 Reunions” after John 17:21, where Jesus prays that his disciples “may all be one.”

Justin asked if he could use the church’s property at Charlotte Acres, where the members of First Baptist used to go often for fellowship events.  There are grassy fields out there, and a covered picnic pavilion, and functional rest rooms.  “Sure,” the church said.  “Do it!”  But Justin ended up doing most of it by himself.  He invited other churches to join us.  He offered to provide the food (with a little help from Chick Fil-A).  His wife, Alexandra, was recruited to make the desserts.  By the time Saturday, May 19, rolled around, he had invested money, time, and energy.

He wasn’t about to let a little rain stop him.

Christy and I finally got there, late, and found about seven cars parked in front of the little community building.  We put up our umbrellas but still got wet splashing through ankle deep water on our way to the door.  When it was time for lunch Justin stood in front of the twenty people in the room and talked about his dream of Christian unity, which was rooted in the dream of Jesus himself and articulated in his prayer from John 17.  It was a short speech, but a good one.  When it was over and Justin had blessed the food I told him I would like to hear him preach sometime.  I would.  His heart is in the right place.

As you might guess there was plenty of food: enough Chick Fil-A sandwiches for 150 people, complete with potato chips, side dishes, fresh fruit, beverages, and Alexandra’s bountiful desserts.  I left not long after I ate, needing to get back into the Sermon-Writing Chair on a Saturday, but the next day I heard as many as fifty people had shown up by the end, and that they had spent hours talking and laughing and playing silly games together.  Some who were there talked about the rare experience of Christian unity they had enjoyed, across racial and denominational lines.  And it made me think Justin was wise to go ahead with the picnic, even under those discouraging circumstances.

One of the women at the picnic was wearing a T-shirt she had gotten somewhere with the words “Faith Like Noah” printed on the front.  We joked about it at first, thinking it was perfect for a day when the rain was coming down so hard.  But later I looked at Justin, laughing off the weather and filling the plates of everyone who had come to the picnic, and I thought, “Yes.  That’s what Justin has: faith like Noah.”

Or like Jesus.

“God loves you, but…”

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Good news.

That’s what the word evangelism means in Greek.

And yet, as I was explaining to our homeless neighbors at community missions on Wednesday, the good news preached by many evangelists has a big “but” in it.

“God loves you,” they say, “But…”
But you’re a sinner.
You’re covered from head to toe
In your filthy, stinking sins.
God loves you but…
He can’t accept you in that condition.
You have to accept Jesus,
You have to be washed in his blood,
Then, when your sins have been washed away,
When you are as white as snow,
Then God can accept you,
And when you die you will
Live with him in heaven forever.

“God loves you, but…” the evangelists say, and what they don’t say is that the good news they preach is conditional.  God may love you, but he can’t accept you until you do something: until you accept his son Jesus as your personal Lord and savior.

Your acceptance requires your acceptance.

On Wednesday I asked my audience to imagine a baby boy crawling across the floor toward his grandmother, who is seated in a chair reaching out to him with open arms.  “He’s crawling fast,” I said.  “He’s got a big grin on his face.  Drool is running down his chin.  But suddenly he stops and sits up, gets a look of intense concentration on his face, and begins to…fill his diaper.”

They enjoyed this part.

“Does his grandmother turn away from him in disgust?  No, she does not!  She waits till he finishes and then scoops him up in her arms, takes him to the nursery, puts him on the changing table and begins talking to him in baby talk.  ‘Did you poop your diaper?  Did you make a big mess in there?  Let’s take a look.’  And then she does, and it’s disgusting!  The smell is nauseating!  She’s fighting to keep her breakfast down while that baby boy looks up at her and grins again.  He knows she loves him, dirty diaper and all.

“And she does.

“She smiles back at him.  She can’t help herself.  She wipes his bottom clean, sprinkles on a little baby powder, puts on a fresh diaper, and scoops him up again, talking baby talk the whole time, telling him what a stinky mess he made and how she loves him anyway.  The only thing that has changed, really,

“Is his diaper.”

I want to challenge the notion that God can’t accept us until our sins are washed away, and I want to do it on the basis of John 3:16, everybody’s favorite Bible verse.  “God so loved the world,” it says (the stinky, sinful world), “that he gave his only son, so that anyone who believes in him might not perish, but have eternal life.”  We often read that verse and imagine God gave his son as a sacrifice.  But what if that verse is not about the Crucifixion, but about the Incarnation?  What if God’s son didn’t come to shed his blood so that our sins could be washed away, but to reveal the heart of God, and to show us that it beats with love?

Unconditional love.

I told my audience at community missions, “Yes, you’re filthy with sin.  We all are.  That’s what it means to be human.  But being human also means you are one of those made in God’s own image, and maybe that’s all God sees when you look up at him and grin, with drool running down your chin.  He loves you and accepts you as you are.  Sure, there’s that dirty diaper to deal with, but I think God can handle that, don’t you?”

Most of them nodded.  One said a quiet “Amen.”

It was God’s son, after all, who once said to a paralytic, “Your sins are forgiven.” He didn’t offer up any sacrifices; he just did it.  He had the power to forgive sins on earth and it was God who gave him that power (Mark 2:8-12).  Jesus used to say to sinners like us, “Your faith has saved you,” “Your sins are forgiven,” “Neither do I condemn you.”  He did it everywhere he went, and when he did he revealed the heart of God.

Suppose God gave his son not so much as a sacrifice whose blood would cover our sins, but as an older brother who would come looking for us wherever we are (even if we’re sleeping under a bridge) and tell us that it’s OK to come home, that the father is waiting,

With open arms.

Have We Lost All Fear?

gallupattendanceI saw another one of those graphs recently.

I try to avoid them, but I saw one.  Someone had slipped it into an otherwise helpful article about the church in America.  There it was: a graph making it painfully clear that Sunday morning worship attendance continues to slide as fewer and fewer people take the trouble to get up, shine their shoes, and come to church.  You can hear lots of good excuses about why that’s true, but last week, for the first time, I thought of this one:

What if people have lost their fear of the Lord?

Remember that old proverb? “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom”?  (Prov. 9:10).  It doesn’t mean that you’re supposed to be afraid of God; it means that you are supposed to have “profound reverence and respect” for God.  And maybe there is a little fear in that, in the same way I knew as a boy that I needed to do what my father told me, and that there would be consequences if I didn’t.  But if God is our true father, and the Bible is his true word, do you have any sense that people these days are listening to him in the way I used to listen to my dad?  Is anybody out there thinking, “I better do what he says or I’m going to be in big trouble!”?

What I’m trying to say is this: it seems more and more likely to me these days that someone could read from the Bible on a Sunday morning and say, “This is the word of the Lord,” and instead of saying “Thanks be to God” the congregation might say, “So what?”  People used to come to church, I think, because someone was going to read the word of the Lord and then explain it, so they could take these sometimes difficult passages of Scripture and apply them to their everyday lives, as it might actually matter that you did what the Lord wanted you to do.  These days they seem to lump the Bible together with any and all other bits of wisdom they might pick up along the way; it is only one other voice in the crowd and maybe not the most important voice.  Which is to say they have lost their fear of the Lord.  They do not listen for his voice with a trembling sense of expectation.

Back to that old proverb: if fear means profound reverence and respect, then wisdom means making the kind of choices that will lead to a long and happy life.  Picture yourself standing at a fork in the road, knowing that the choice you make will make all the difference, that one road leads to life while the other road leads to death.  Wouldn’t you stand there long enough to make the right choice?  Wouldn’t you wish for someone to come along who could tell you which way to go?  The proverb suggests that if you have profound reverence and respect for the Lord, if you listen for his voice and do what he tells you, you will find yourself on the road that leads to life, not death.  If wisdom means making the kind of choices that will lead to a long and happy life, then this is the beginning of wisdom: to stand at the fork in the road and listen for the voice of God until he tells you which way to go.

I think that’s why people used to come to church: to hear a word from the Lord; to get some guidance about which way to go.  I think that’s why they got in the habit of saying—after the scripture was read and after the minister said, “This is the word of the Lord”—

“Thanks be to God!”

How to Start Your Own Small Group

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Last night’s PowerPoint presentation was a disaster.

How is it that the technology always works smoothly at home, but when you set up your laptop in front of a hundred people, plug in the HDMI cable, and press the start button everything goes awry?

I don’t know how, but I know that’s what happened last night as I tried to inspire a hundred people to start a hundred new small groups in the next 18 months.

So, here’s the link to my PowerPoint presentation in the hope that they and others can see it as it was meant to be seen.  For best results click the link, let the PowerPoint presentation download (you might find it at the bottom of your screen), click on the download, let the PowerPoint program open up, click on the “Slide Show” feature, and then push “Play from Beginning.”  See if that works, and if not, let me know.

How to Start Your Own Small Group

I hope you will take a look, and learn, and perhaps be inspired to start a small group of your own, whether it’s here in Richmond or on the other side of the world.

And may your technology never fail.

Jim