My Favorite Recent Post on Community

I have become increasingly convinced that the whole of life is intended to be lived in community. I don’t mean the tie dye shirt, hemp underwear, and cow dung houses kind of community, although I am sure that could qualify. (I am also sure that a house made of dung would still be cleaner than anywhere I lived before I was married and taught how to clean.) What I mean is that written into our DNA is the need for other people to be let in on what is going on in our lives, including the embarrassing or even downright ugly portions. I would like to think that the past three years I have gotten a little closer to the way I am supposed to live regarding other people, although it is still unnatural for me.

Jobless Minister

Working and Resting…and Saving, well on everything

I highly recommend the article “Physical Work, Spiritual Health,” by Dr. J. Matthew Sleeth.

Here’s an excerpt:

All honest work can be done for the glory of God. As time passes and we grow in our understanding of God and the uniqueness of this planet, we reject more and more “laborsaving” machines. There is an old saying: If you are troubled, chop wood and carry water. This is wise advice. If you pray at the same time, so much the better. Begin to build an hour of work into your daily life. The result will be more life in your day. The flip side of work is rest. God commands all of us to take a day of rest each week, but how many of us take His advice?


We are all emerging from something. I like the biblical metaphor of emerging from Egypt to Sinai and beyond. The process of becoming a former slave, part of a new people, and a person with a mission.

A pivotal question for us all to ask ourselves as we leave behind our past, is whether we will allow our past or our future) to define our present.

Sounds good, eh? However, when the rubber hits the road it becomes a different thing. For some of us that means letting go of bitterness over having been lied to in the past. Focus instead on the overwhelming amount of truth that was imparted to you. For some of us that means holding on to our identity as members of a flawed ancestry, rather than attempting to embrace a new identity that is not really our own.

The “emerging church” sparks a lot of reaction these days, and I have often said that I like a lot of the questions they’re asking though I cringe at some of the answers posited. I was glad to read someone from the midst of the emerging movement say that it is not enough to embrace disequilibrium, one must also cling to the healing nature of the Gospel message.

The emerging church is a place where people have felt the freedom to explore questions and experiment with new forms of lifestyle and corporate practice. Often these questions have been about the essence of the Christ-message, vocation, the nature and form of the church, cultural and philosophical analysis, and the present agenda of God in the world.

We should acknowledge that, for many of us, the door was opened to re-imagine faith and the church through pain, disappointment, failure, fatigue, burn-out, public or private humiliation, or a sense of personal alienation. …

At times I’m fearful that permission to be deconstructive has attracted personalities that are prone to criticism, angst, and melancholy. Some of us seem to avoid our unresolved personality issues, organic depressive tendencies, and relational difficulties by transference to a perceived “spiritual crisis.” Some among us need encouragement and support to face our personal difficulties more directly, rather than attributing so much of our struggles to ecclesiological or philosophical issues.

An Emergent Manifesto of Hope: Some among us, like the animals of the forest, have sensed a storm on the horizon…

My question is: will we embrace the transforming changes the Holy Spirit is working in our lives while still cherishing our history, or will we plant the seeds of our own brokenness in the lives of our children? Thereby forcing them or more likely their grandchildren to working through the same issues that crippled the beginnings of our spiritual walks.

Our Place, Our Role, Our Transience

It has become increasingly important to me that we view ourselves as within the stream of God-worshippers who have attempted to faithfully serve and to grow in learning and obedience for as long as history has been recorded.

To view ourselves as outside that stream is a seed of arrogance and divisiveness that has no healthy fruit. We need to recognize that as much as we strive to straighten our theology, as long as we inhabit finite bodies we will have finite understandings of God’s Truth.

Consider this quote by Eberhard Arnold, which has resonated with me for some months:

“Let us consider the community of believers we Christians are always talking about–this one organism alive through all the centuries. What is the Bruderhof, then, with its culture? What are all the other denominations, Quakers, Mennonites, and Brethren? Whatever good is in them has come about only because they are surrendered to, and gripped by, this stream of life. We must not lay too much stress on the Bruderhof or any other movement. Our community will pass away just as many others have passed away. But the stream of life to which we are surrendered can never pass away. That is what matters.”

Can we admit that whatever is good in our particular culture of God-worshippers has come about because of the Spirit’s work within us, and that whatever is less than God’s glory is due to the degree with which we fail to surrender our entire selves to His transforming work? Can we admit, that like all God-worshippers, of all history, and of all cultural streams that we will be less than perfect in our apprehension of God’s Way? Can we permit this truth to plant a humility within us that views our brothers from other theological, cultural, or historical streams as fellow God-seekers that grasped some aspects of God’s Way and missed others, just as happens with us?

Progress on The Offerings of Our Lips

Well, this is not actually about progress. I took vacation from my work for all of last week with the goal of completing the final rev of The Offerings of Our Lips. Unfortunately, God apparently had some different thoughts on the matter.

At the end of the week preceding I had to rebuild my primary laptop. No problem, as I back up religiously. However, when I began the process of restoring my data from the external hard drive that I back up to, the entire hard drive corrupted and I lost 90% of the data including my most recent revision of The Offerings of Our Lips!

Now, I mentioned that I back up religiously. Fortunately, a couple months ago I backed up my back up by burning all my data to DVD. So I did recover an older draft from October of 2006. So… I finished this past week further behind than when I began my vacation, as opposed to almost done.

Never fear, I’m inspired to make this even better than it was going to be! But for those of you who were anticipating receiving a draft copy in April, I’m sorry to disappoint, but I’m going to have to.