Make All Things New

Good words from John Bryson on “Learning to Be Misearable“.

Power Through Prayer
by E.M. Bounds
(http://christianaudio.com).

This stirring and inspiring book is packed with insightful points from a man who has obviously spent much time seeking the Lord through prayer. E.M. Bounds seeks to show us that it is not more methods and gimmicks that are needed, but earnest men of prayer. Such a timely message today yet Bounds wrote this book many years ago! In the first chapter, Bounds lays out his reason for writing this book: “What the Church needs to-day is not more machinery or better, not new organizations or more and novel methods, but men whom the Holy Ghost can use—men of prayer, men mighty in prayer. The Holy Ghost does not flow through methods, but through men. He does not come on machinery, but on men. He does not anoint plans, but men—men of prayer.” (p. 2)
In twenty chapters, Bounds lays out not only his argument in his own words but he relies on excellent quotes from many saints of the past whom God has used mightily for His work. Bounds stay often that any man who has been used by God is first a man of prayer. Prayer is the basis for any pastor to be used by and for God. As Bounds states it, “Every preacher who does not make prayer a mighty factor in his own life and ministry is weak as a factor in God’s work and is powerless to project God’s cause in this world.” (p. 4)
This book is a refreshing to the soul as it continually challenges the reader to strive for holiness and seeking the Lord through prayer. The examples on page after page of the divines who spent hours in prayer in order to prepare for their service to the Lord is challenging. Of course, if received incorrectly it could be seen as a law to slavishly follow or an out-of -reach standard that leads to discouragement. But read in the larger context, that is not how it should be received. Bounds seems to work through his argument skillfully beginning with showing the need and motivation for men of prayer, moving to examples of men of prayer, then further showing methods of prayer and finally capping of with sharing some of the many glories of a life of prayer.
I was greatly encouraged by this book. I have recently been struggling with my time of private devotions. Changes in my schedule and a new baby give me many reasons to make excuses but Bounds has been used by God to speak to my heart and refresh my soul. Prayer is not a duty but a delight. Prayer is not just a necessity I am called to, it is a privilege I am given!
The chapters on the topic of “unction” were very profitable for me. I have read much about the term “unction” within the pages of the Puritan Paperbacks but Bounds gives a very clear and precise discussion on the necessity of unction. Unction in the pulpit and in ministry does not come from merely studying well or writing eloquent sermons. Unction comes from spending time on your knees in prayer with the One who gives power.
This is a book that I plan on referring back to for encouragement and refreshment as I seek to be faithful in prayer for the sake of my joy and God’s glory.

I have been reading a book called “A Praying Life” by Paul Miller which I highly recommend. Yesterday, I read a short portion that served me well. I am seeing so many people suffering around me, so many lacking joy as they seek to find a way out of their suffering. This reminder from Miller was greatly encouraging to me and I hope to share it with others.

“The Father wants to draw us into the story of his Son. He doesn’t have a better story to tell, so he keeps retelling it in our lives.” That means that we endure suffering and pain that seems like it should be avoidable, seems like it shouldn’t happen so that we can display the gospel in our lives. The gospel is the best story and we are privileged to “share in  [Jesus'] sufferings” (Philippians 3:10).

That is good and true, and here is the piece that is breathtaking to me. Miller writes, “If we stop fighting and embrace the gospel story God is weaving in our lives, we discover joy.” We find joy in submitting to the story God is writing with our lives! Joy comes through faith in God! God is doing so many things with our lives right now and we only see just a few of them. His story has a great ending that will suffice.

Gospel growth isn’t easy, but it is good because the Author of the Story is Good. So, I pray that we all are submitted to God as he tells his story through our lives. Soli Deo gloria.

Recently I noticed some small splinters in my hand. As is so common with these things, it only started hurting after I noticed them. Then I remembered that we have a larger, wooden cross we setup at church during the time of Advent. “I must have gotten them from that.” I thought to myself. “Man, these are really starting to hurt. I need to get them out.”

Thankfully, it didn’t take me long to realize the ridiculousness of complaining about the “pain” I endured carrying the cross. A few splinters are not even worth comparing to the immense agony that my Savior suffered through carrying His cross. And even more, He, who never deserved to bare such shame, did so for me. I so thankful for grace!

I found this to be helpful.

Are you SAD? from Puritan Reformed on Vimeo.

This video was taken prior to his undergoing brain surgery. Very encouraging!

A young man was killed near our church building last weekend.

Saturday night we setup for church at Richmond Hall in the Port Richmond section of Philadelphia. Finished up around 6:30 p.m. As I drove past the playground across the street, nothing was out of the ordinary. It looked like the beginnings of another typical night in the neighborhood. Sadly, what came later was anything but typical.

We arrived for worship the next morning completely unaware of anything tragic happening less than 100 feet away and merely 9 hours earlier. There are conflicting stories about the events but the end result is the same: a 21 year-old boy from the neighborhood is dead. He was shot and killed by an off-duty policeman in front of the playground. As I said, there are lots of different stories about how all this came to happened and I hate to speculate, so I won’t. Here’s the report from our local ABC station:

When I heard about this, I was settling in with my family after church. Got a text about it and read a brief news release. I asked myself, “How do you bring shalom to a situation you know nothing about, with people you don’t know and who may not care about what you have to offer them?” Thankfully, I didn’t have to spend too much time dwelling on that thought in the comforts of my home.

“Gonna go down there and check around” was the text from my good friend (pastor and co-laborer for the gospel) Rob Burns. My most excellent wife totally understood as I got up and left.

“How do you bring shalom in this situation to people you don’t know and who may not care about what you’re offering?” I thought to myself again. Then it struck me. “You enter in!”

We need not look farther than Jesus to see someone who entered into a world of pain where people didn’t know him and certainly most didn’t want what he was offering. Yet he came to bring shalom (in part at first) to the people. He did this by entering into their lives and sharing their pain, ultimately being rejected and killed so that we wouldn’t have to bear the wrath for our sin. That is true caring. That is true love.

I’m not saying that Rob and I do this perfectly like Jesus (hangout with us for a while and you will see our lives are marked by God’s grace, not our own accomplishments). But the Holy Spirit prompts us to be like Jesus (while conforming us more into his image) in our city.

So, we prayed, walked around the playground, talked with people, listened to people, talked to the police and just generally looked for ways we could help the people in our community. We tried to enter in.

I think the answer to loving your city, to serving it and bringing a foretaste of shalom to your city is simple but impossible. It’s simple in that it only requires you to go and enter into the lives of people around you. That really doesn’t take much (even if it may be uncomfortable sometimes). Besides, you are just following the leading of the Savior as he entered into this world.

However, it is impossible in that – on our own – we won’t seek the shalom of the city and we won’t enter into people’s lives until Christ has entered into ours. The gospel must first change us before we are propelled out on mission. It’s impossible because we can’t make that happen. It’s all God’s grace to us and through us so that we can be blessed and a blessing.

My question for all of us is: “If God has called you to himself, how is he sending you to spread shalom in your neighborhood?”

This month, Philadelphia Magazine released their list of the 50 Most Influential People in Philadelphia. It was an enjoyable read for me to find who are the people influencing culture, politics and the like. The magazine sought to list Philadelphia’s 50 most “powerful” men and women. They define power as “the ability to get things done (bills passed, jobs created, buildings built).” However, this year they broadened the their definition and came up with five areas of power: Transformational, Influencer, Institutional, Lifestyle and Willpower. The list is of names and accomplishments is quite fascinating. From state representatives to corporate VPs, the things people are doing in wielding their power for the city is impressive. Of course, there is one name absent from the list: Jesus. I know, I know that may sound crazy. I’m sure he wasn’t even considered as being a part of what is happening in hopes for prosperity and renewal of Philadelphia. Is it silly to see this as a huge oversight?

But I can’t be too upset about it or blame them. Look, I’m a believer, yet too often my life fails to reflect Christ as among the top 50 influential people in it. So I don’t point a finger, rather, I bend my knees and pray that God would continue to change me, my marriage, our family and our church into to more dependently reliant on Christ to show his power off in our city.

While Jesus may not know be recognized as among “Philadelphia’s 50 Most Influential”, there will be a day when all will recognize his power, influence and glory:

“God has highly exalted him and bestowed on him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.” (Philippians 2:9-11)

Today, I was convicted of a sin I did not even know I was committing. My heart wasn’t fully right towards a brother in Christ. I really didn’t know that my heart wasn’t right until God revealed a lie I was secretly believing. A lie, that if not exposed, would cause unknown consequences.

I was born and raised in California (mostly in Los Angeles). Chances are if you are reading this blog, you already know that because you know me (thanks for reading Mom). Anyway, there is a certain personality and behavior that appears pretty often in people from SoCal. Even after decades of experiencing these people (and in many ways being one of them myself), I am not sure I can fully put my finger on it enough to describe it. Call it a semi-pretentious, bitingly sarcastic with extreme expressiveness (now I realize this is a stereotype – remember I said it was sin – and may not be true). For my own sinful purposes, I have pretty much categorized most people who display any two or more of these characteristics and are from the lower portion of the Golden State as “California people”. In fact, I have so categorized them that I actually feel better about myself by thinking I am not like them (but I probably am). I think I am some how better than them by not being like them. Apparently, I have been deceiving myself into thinking that being prideful is better than being like them. What a mess!

It’s been eight years since we moved out of California (and more than 10 since I lived in LA). The distance and absence makes it even easier to speak of them as “those California people” without considering how I am stereotyping and objectifying them (even if there is a large measure of truth in it!). So when new folks (from Southern California)  started coming out to church and moving into leadership, I started to pick up on what I thought were his “California like” personality traits. But nevertheless, I really like him. We’ve invested time together and with our families and I never thought that I was categorizing him. Honestly, we’ve hit it off well and become good friends quickly (as have our wives). It wasn’t until our conversation today that I recognized how I had been sinning against him. I had fully expected him to fit into this category of California people and almost dismissed some things about him. But today, God shined light on my darkness. Today, God revealed my sin and has given his grace through repentance and restoration. Today, my sinful stereotype of Californians has been redeemed.

You see, today, I asked my friend how he was doing and he shared openly. No pretense, no holding back. He shared something that was on his heart and it wasn’t the “It’s all good, dude” I would expect from the “California people”. It was an honest, “I-am-working-through-this-and-holding-fast-to-the-gospel-type” response. What’s strange is that it wasn’t until after he shared that I realized I had not expected him to share like that. I was completely blind to my judgement and prejudice. But his transparency blew up my prejudice. As I’ve said, I didn’t even realize I had this prejudice until it was revealed and almost simultaneously smashed within one hour.

The God who promises to one day make all things new, has shed light into something that may seem very small: how I have stereotyped folks from where I am from. But in shedding light on that sin, I have found restoration of my affections for a city and people that I share a common history with.

So thank you Wirgs for shattering my view of us “California people”. I am humbled by your honesty. And thank you Jesus for the gospel that brings reconciliation between God and man as well as reconciliation among men.

There’s a guy in our neighborhood that is quite a sight to see (well, I guess there are quite few people in the neighborhood that are quite a sight to see — myself included on many occasions). This man is a crossing guard but he is oh so much more than a mere crossing guard. He wears the fluorescent yellow vest and guides the kids safely across the streets but to end there would not tell the full story. He also wears a radio that broadcasts the local police and fire activity and walks around as if he is a policeman. He looks out for suspicious people (often waiting to see if they will do anything illegal). When I have spoken with him, he talks with great authority as if he is the one who keeping the streets safe from crime and trouble. He does his job well to be sure, yet he does it with a bit of overconfidence that makes it humorous to observe. Just this morning I saw him single handedly stop a huge truck by raising his hand with all the authority of Moses parting the Red Sea. He really gets into his work!

Now, I don’t want to come down on this guy for doing a good job. We should all aspire to work with such vigor. All the same, it is funny to see someone act as though they are something they are not. His job is important and needed, valuable in and of itself yet he still pretends that he is really a policeman, acting as if that were the case. In the process, he seems a bit odd, even ridiculous.

I’ve heard Jerry Seinfeld say that “all men consider themselves as kind of a lower-level superhero.” As if we are really capable of doing things that we aren’t or we don’t have the authority to do. We tend to think we are better, greater and more important than we really are. In short we think more highly of ourselves than we ought to think (and we probably think too often of ourselves than we ought as well!).

In many ways, I’m no different then the policeman-wannabe-crossing-guard. I often think of myself as a better person than I really am. My heart grows proud because I do something good that would please God. Other times I think I am better than I really am because I actually served Jill without prompting. Or I think I am a better because I spend time teaching and praying with my children. While all of these are good things to aspire to be, they become idols when I place my worth and identity in them.

The truth is, if my identity is in my ability to do things to please God, I will ultimately come undone. If my identity is in being a husband to Jill, I will fail her and myself. And if my identity is my children or in being a parent, I will not “train them up in the way they should go.” Making any of these roles as my ultimate identity is in many ways no different from the crossing guard pretending he is really a policeman. On my own, by my own merit, I am unable to please God, love my wife or raise my children. If I make any of those roles my ultimate identity, I am set on a course for failure, disappointment and pain because I am trying to make something I am not define who I am.

But this does not lead me to despair. Because while I struggle with my natural desire to be a “lower-level superhero”, the greatest Hero ever, Jesus, has rescued me from myself – taking my sin and giving me his righteousness. My identity is no longer based on what I do or have done. My identity is the one given to me by Christ. He who knew no sin became sin so that in him we might become the righteousness of God! (2 Corinthians 5:21) If this gospel truth truly penetrates my heart, I don’t have to live or die by how I serve God but rather see that God already loves we and am compelled to serve God because of how great he is! I no longer have think I am only good if I serve Jill well but am actually freed to love her like Christ loves the church because I have experience that love through the gospel. And I don’t consider myself a better person because I teach and pray with my kids but I am humbled and excited by the opportunity to proclaim the Good News to my children and ask God to transform them through his gospel.

So maybe the the crossing guard’s issue isn’t that he is aiming too high in pretending he is a policeman. He just is failing to see that through faith in Christ, through the gospel, he’s could actually identify with something far superior!

The gospel exposes our pretending. It shows us that we’re not as good as we think we are. Yet it also tell us that because of Christ’s work on the cross, we’re actually better than we think we are. We need not try to prove that, we simply have to believe it.