Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Kung Fu, Fasting, and Dancing with the Stars


As with most things in life, my experience with fasting has basically been a slow meandering toward the desired end.

Years ago, this particular discipline conjured up images of emaciated men sitting in seclusion and swaying to indiscernible chants. Fasting was extreme, maybe even cultish. In time I realized the contrary, that fasting was in fact a biblical exercise. Even so, I saw it as a last resort. The proverbial “panic button” of Christian practice - when circumstances were obviously beyond control, fast.

At this stage, I sensed feelings of desperation but I never quite understood the internal pursuits and attitudes associate with biblical fasting. I’d yet to realize the qualitative difference between fasting for circumstances and fasting to simply know more of Christ and the power of His resurrection. During this particular stage all fasting would cease once resolution was found.

I’d yet to pursue fasting in its fullest expression.

The individual who first introduced me to the fullness of biblical fasting could have easily passed for a young David Carradine. You might remember the TV series Kung Fu starring Carradine as Kwai Chang Caine; a displaced ninja with nothing more than a nap sack and an indomitable will to defend the weak. With my testosterone beginning to rage, this bald master was the embodiment of all things cool. Seriously for the sheer benefit of identifying a cultural icon of the 70’s, you simply must check out
Kung Fu.

Where was I…

Point being, through this man’s consistent testimony I eventually grew beyond a casual interest in the discipline of fasting. In not allowing my constant inquiries to remain academic, he regularly funneled my questions into a series of informal exercises. And, truth be told, I’ve proven to be a very slow learner! Being several years removed from this man’s influence, it seems as if God’s main concern was that this saint plant seeds. For shortly after Josiah's accident, God allowed me to recall conversations with this mentor and in time their seeds began to sprout.

I've taken liberty to condense major themes of our conversations into the following:

In short, it was impressed upon me that fasting is an opportunity of privilege reserved solely for the household of faith. As a physical bridge into experiencing deeper spiritual realities, it is to be a normative expression of our faith and worship (Is 58:1ff; Matt 6:16; Acts 13:2-3). Through intentional deprivation a natural hunger is created, one that is to be guided into a consistent spiritual craving. As such, fasting is not merely the passive abstinence of food. At its heart, this discipline is an active endeavor to remove any barrier and press into the actual presence of God. Understanding that man shall not live by bread alone, a lifestyle of fasting aims to develop an acute appetite for God's self-revelation, kingdom, power, and righteousness (Deut 8:3; Is 58; Matt 4:4, 5:6, 6:16). In this light, fasting is to be practiced until the very day when the Bridegroom returns to take His bride (Matt 9:15).

While there is certainly biblical precedent for situational fasts such as healing, spiritual deliverance, expression of grief, and discernment (Ps 35:13; Neh 1:4ff; 2 Sam 1:12; Matt 4:1). I would suggest that a more full expression of fasting is that of a systematic, periodic work primarily focused upon Christ’s coming reign. It seeks to encounter aspects associated with Christ’s kingdom: intimate communion, spiritual power, and holiness.

In closing, allow me to say that I marvel at people who dance well. On a handful of occasions I’ve caught portions of Dancing with the Stars and I’m truly amazed. Yet more times than I care to consider, I’ve fasted much like I dance. In not being exactly sure what to do, I tend to move aimlessly. In only being able to keep step with the music for short periods of time, I either improvise or begin stumbling around. Similar with fasting, in not being able to keep step with the Spirit’s movements it feels awkward, maybe even a waste of time. But rest assured, we are learning. And thankfully, on both accounts, my partners have been extremely gracious and patient.


May I encourage you to begin fasting? Whatever your experiences might be, learn from His grace. I’m more than willing to recognize that this post may not stimulate you as it continues to inform me, but above all I pray that we learn to keep in step with His ever faithful lead.

In the near future I aim to post concerning the prayer of faith and fasting, but for now I invite you to consider the following questions. When and why do you typically fast? In these times, which words best describe your experience: effective and focused or aimless and idle? In your opinion, why is this the case? Lastly, how might a lifestyle of fasting equip us to better engage in circumstantial fasts?

Thank you for your continued prayers for Josiah, Grace and Peace.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Becoming a People of Praise, Part 3


Name one person in the latter half
of the 20th century who seemed happier than Bob Ross?

Name just one.

You can’t do it. You simply cannot beat Bob and his happy, little trees.



No one will ever come closer to oozing sheer, unadulterated bliss and tranquility.

He was creepy.

I reference Bob Ross only to say that when thinking about becoming a people of praise, we must avoid caricatures. We all know of at least one person who seemingly exudes joy, but let me give a word of practical advice. If we try to emulate their expression, we will certainly feel awkward largely because God has wired us all differently (gender differences, personality nuances, etc.). The goal isn’t that we have uniform expression but that we have a uniform, detailed confession - a consistent affirmation that God is actively involved within the details of life. And I suggest that this confession, this practical recounting of God’s gracious activity, is one key distinctive of Christian community. Practically speaking, in what measurable ways am I injecting praise within the body of Christ?

Consider the following verses:

Come and hear all who fear God, and I will tell of what he has done for my soul.
Psalm 66:16

I will bless the Lord at all times; his praise shall continually be in my mouth…the humble shall hear it and rejoice. O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together. Psalm 34:1-3

"…covetousness must not even be named among you… instead let there be
thanksgiving.” Ephesians 5:3-4


While these portions of Scripture require little comment, they do demand an account. In what ways are we practically seasoning our conversations with accounts of God’s grace? If we were to monitor our daily interactions, would the specific recollection of God’s daily graces be a constant occurrence?

If you are like me, I suspect when you first start down this path it might seem unnatural - possibly even contrived. But may I suggest that ‘unnatural’ not be equated with ‘disingenuous’. For me, one reason it felt so unnatural is because my personality can be a cross between Oscar the Grouch and Eeyore. Whatever our wiring, we must creatively consider how to transform our speech patterns so as to not neglect our calling.

I hope you realize that I'm not expecting every man and woman to stand up in the worship assembly and wax eloquently on the many ways God has blessed their lives. Clearly, the various authors of the psalms had a way with words. King David's praise report would likely be much more colorful and descriptive than mine -so be it. But could I share with a few close friends? Could I call the church office and have the praises added to some ongoing list? Again, I'm not sure God desires us to live outside of our wiring as much as He desires us to fulfill our calling - however that may be done.

Much more could be said, but I’ll leave you with this. Speak of His goodness. Today, find a brother or sister in Christ and begin intentionally sharing accounts of God's grace.

I'm thinking of the old Geico commercials where they would hire a"celebrity" to tell the story of the "common man" (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HOYnOeo42ko&NR=1). Your it! No one else can speak of the countless ways God is manifesting His grace in your life so pass it on...

May God continue to loosen lips to recount His infinite praise

Monday, March 16, 2009

Becoming a People of Praise, Part 2


"Bless the Lord, O my
soul; and all that is within me
bless His holy name.

Bless the Lord, O my
soul and forget none
of His benefits."

Psalm 103:1-2

I led a workshop several years ago, in attendance were a room full of “Christian leader” type people. The flow of our discussion was centered on developing a “theological foundation for happiness” - simply put, what does the Bible say about sustaining joy? In time, the room was alive with dialogue as people shared Scripture, practical life-principles, and biblical stories.

Then I ruined it, every ounce of energy was drained.

The discussion was intentionally derailed when I asked a simple question. What was asked? Nothing more than, “What specifically are you thankful for?”

silence

No more animated dialogue – absolutely nothing. With one little question, the main thrust of the presentation was laid bare: praise is a disciplined, daily, practical offering unto God. It is the verbal outworking of our theology: by our words we give attestation to the practical truth of God's grace, sovereignty, power, supremacy, salvation, and love. Speaking about the biblical theory of thanksgiving is altogether different than the daily recalling and recounting of specific ways in which God’s truth and grace are made new in our lives.

In time, people began to speak up:

My family.
My church.
My salvation.
My country.

silence

My health.

silence

My kids.

silence and shifting

awkward silence and more shifting

In time, I asked the individual who said “family” to share something specific about their family for which they were thankful. We went down the list: church, salvation, country, health, and kids. All in all, it was a relatively painless process. But it was one that allowed us to scratch the surface of Psalm 139:14, "...wonderful are your works and my soul knows it very well." Specific praise and adoration is but the byproduct of educated souls; souls that are daily awakened to God's sustaining grace.

Forget none of His benefits.

Envision the changes that could be made if we deliberately gave ourselves to recalling God’s grace. How might this attitude of praise transform your worship? How would it alter your outlook toward life? How would it influence your marriage, workplace, church, extended family, evangelism, stewardship, etc.?

Personal Exercise: intentionally sift through your day, taking time to write down ten specific things for which you are thankful. If you can, stay within the parameters of a 24 hour period. Be a good detective, looking for grace in every corner of your day.

Crazy church thought: What if churches wouldn’t allow new requests to be added to the prayer sheet unless they were accompanied by at least two specific praises? Crazy, I know…

Grace and Peace
Just saw this recently: it may be helpful. i think they got it from the apostle Paul...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R9z2ELaBVJY

Friday, March 13, 2009

Becoming a People of Praise, Part 1


What are you thankful for? What specific thing has made you smile today? What has warmed your heart or energized your step?

"Shooos, Shooos." Justus, our third son, loves shoes. He is very particular about which pair he wears, always quick to fit both himself and his brothers. Compliance is demanded from each sibling - nothing else will due. What I personally enjoy is when Justus finds my shoes. He takes this opportunity very seriously, determined to walk around the entire house in size thirteens. As easily imagined, there is still plenty of room in which for him to grow.

On occasion God gives us impressions from Scripture. He gives us a truth principle into which we can grow. As with Justus, it will take some time for us to grow into the truth but we are to walk in it nonetheless. One such truth that He impressed upon me several years ago was the principle of gratitude. Through a series of events, God called me to begin cultivating the prevailing attitude of scripture - thanksgiving.

While there is much to say regarding our pursuit of praise, I'd like to begin by asking the question, "what are you thankful for?" Great detail is not necessary, you can even comment anonymously if you feel odd about posting your thoughts. But in all honesty, what comes to mind? I'm looking forward to your response.

Grace and Peace.

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Great, Lets Go for Pancakes!


I’ve wanted to write yet I’ve been waiting. For what, I’m not quite sure. All words elude me save one – faith. Faith that God orders the ambiguous, faith that prayer and fasting matter, faith in the Greatest Good, faith that God be manifested through Josiah’s healing. What follows is not intended to be prescriptive. It is but an attempt to paint a picture. To borrow a Pauline phrase, it describes this point in my transformation ‘from glory to glory' (2 Cor 3:18).

__________________

Two weeks ago today we heard the word, "postpone". Isn't it amazing how faith changes your immediate response?

One parent said, "Great, lets go for pancakes!"
The other said, "You've got to be kidding me."
I hate breakfast.


I'd gotten geared up for the event - we were plodding through no matter what. In my mind and heart, God had His chance for the miraculous - now He's just going to have to work through the mundane. After all, don't these people realize that our four children are germ depositories? The chances of Josiah not having some manner of sinus infection is on par with the chances of his skull piece healing - not probable.

Yes, although I'm learning there is still much to learn
.

After the postponement someone said, “God heals in many ways; sometimes miraculously, sometimes through procedures, medicines, and doctors”.

My soul felt a twinge. These words sounded all too familiar; in another life they would’ve felt acceptable and grounded, even faithful to reality. Those days were primarily dominated by faithlessness. Enslaved by fear and sloth I was locked within the material world. Certainly there were flashes of expectation but my overall approach to the life of faith was far too predictable: use the five senses, calculate the percentages, set realistic expectations, and claim, “Thy will be done.”

My fear feasted on probability, poisoning any hope in the Possibility.

“Thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven.” Hope, impassioned perseverance, and submission - irreducible components of praying the divine will. Admittedly, there were seasons when ‘thy will be done’ was a bunker in which to hide rather than a springboard from which to leap.

Mind you, these are two radically different word pictures.

One speaks of possibility, but is entombed in doubt. Intoxicated on perceptions of control, it remains insulated in fear. It hides behind a veneer of hope when in reality anxiety and anger swell. In distant, longing tones it references a King’s power, leading her into that which only the eye sees. It repeatedly prays yet meagerly expects. Fatalistic in spirit, it refuses to listen. It will not press in. Void of the Spirit it cannot bear the weight of ambiguity, the risk of investment, the pain of loss, or the humility of submission.

The other yearns for the kingdom, it hungrily fasts for righteousness. It holds back nothing, pressing into the divine will with both integrity and brutal honesty. It boldly seeks the miraculous, interpreting the ebb and flow not with fanciful imaginings but with deep yearning for the Greatest Good. It seeks to listen and to be heard, to suffer and celebrate. It knows of submission. Though darkness surround, it echoes the chorus of the imprisoned apostle.

One will always retreat; the other will always fall forward.

The Word of Faith movement has had an odd bedfellow – me. Certainly we are on opposite ends of the spectrum, but I see little difference in that both have distorted the principles of faith. One alters orthodoxy, the other orthopraxy - yet both misrepresent the faith once for all handed down to the saints. Yes this was an overstatement, but the point stands: whether by spoken word or daily action, we need to carefully reflect upon our journey into faith.

Why was Josiah’s surgery postponed? I’m not sure, but one very probable reason might be that I learn to pray. I’ll confess. I’ve been saddened and tearful at the prospects facing Josiah. I’ve prayed daily for healing, but inwardly I’ve been entertaining doubt, figuring probability, and expecting God to work in minimal fashion. In effect, I’ve been secretly expecting the worst in order to be pleasantly surprisedbyanything else.


I haven’t been pressing into the divine will. Deliberate and sustained activity has been sporadic. I hadn't been fasting for God’s voice and direction regarding Josiah's healing. I hadn't been listening. I hadn't been disciplined to envision the radical, on and on it goes – my flesh dictating the possibilities that my spirit hopes to be true. All in all, my expression of faith during this season has been rather paltry. Heck, I didn’t even request a CT scan before the scheduled surgery just to see if something had changed.

Yes, I’m in the middle of learning a few things.

May God grant the faith to hope in His will rather than hide behind it. May God give me the courage to expect bold movements, to seek His power, and to submit to His goodness. As tears fall, God grant me the faith to see.

Grace and Peace.

The following are central passages that continue to be encoruaging, maddening, and all in all a comfort: Romans 5:1-8; Psalm 77:3-10; Matthew 5:6; Philippians 3:7-16; Luke 18:1-8; 2 Samuel 12:15-23; 2 Corinthians 12:7-10; I John 3:21-22; John 14:13-15; James 5:13-20; Matthew 26:36-46.

Tuesday, March 3, 2009

WWF, Bengay, and Mortality


Its 3 am.
The light from the heating pad soothes the darkness;
the unmistakable scent of Bengay lingers.
Neck throbbing;
I wrestle with my own mortality.

Even since Josiah’s accident, the five of us wrestle;
yet this time was different.
From the floor in front of our huge leather sectional, I sit.
They come in waves.

Their moves are predictable:
the big boys recklessly use their bodies as projectiles;
the little boys lick, straddle, pretend to bite, and headbutt.
Good natured taunting is always expected,
yet this time was different.
They discovered the element of surprise.

Flying off the top turnbuckle (read ‘couch’ if need be),
Jaden managed to grab and twist my neck;
that was eight hours ago,
I'm getting old and grey.

I’m convinced that Bengay works much like
biting your tongue in order to ignore a stubbed toe.
Lather up and in just a few seconds your skin will be set ablaze.
It worked, I forgot all about my neck.
I'm cool with the grey, Janna thinks its sexy,
but since when did I ever use Bengay?

In just a few short years, maybe less than four, I’m likely doomed.
Should they coordinate their efforts, defeat is imminent.
No matter that I stand 6’4” and weigh a not so solid 245, I will fall.
At 3 am a smile broke my face
for I lay truly blessed, a man whose quiver is full.

Grace and Peace.