Dirt between the toes

An old professor of mine in seminary once told me that good theology should smell like fish and have dirt between its toes. In other words, it must be real and applicable to every day. It needs to be down to earth and not fancy. It needs to be understood in a way that the every man can understand. It should smell like fish and have dirt between its toes.

I think the same applies to the church. The church needs to smell like fish and have dirt between its toes. It needs to be real. It needs to be tangible. It needs to be something that represents and shows the work of the Holy Spirit. It needs to be approachable by the every day person. Not just the everyday Christian but also the everyday non-Christian. You know the one. The one who didn’t grow up with Christianese as their primary language. The one who didn’t know what in the world a narthex was until he was told he was standing in one (Okay, that one was me…it took me two years to find out what a narthex was). The every day person that thinks organ music is used for Spangoli and Elvira bad movie nights. The church needs to be authentic and real. It needs to be something that everyone is able to find the dirt between the toes and smell the fish of Christ…I mean see the works of Christ.

I’ve been reading blogs about the church from the Young Adult Leadership Task-force (YALT) and they’ve had some great things about the church. They really have. And I’ve been thinking about the church. What it is. How it is the body of Christ. How it is a verb. Something that is done not something that just is.

They’ve also been talking about the future of the Christian Reformed Church (CRC). Is there a future for the CRC? I say yes. But we need to do somethings to retain and hold on to this future by the power of the Holy Spirit.

Here’re some thoughts:

1. Stop defining ourselves by what we’re not–I’ve heard people in churches say that they’re not like some of those other churches with large numbers of people. They don’t have a praise team. They don’t have programs. They’re not retaining the young adults (by the way, what exactly is a young adult. I’m 35 and still referred to as a young adult. May I grow up please now baby boomers?). Stop defining by what we’re not and start defining ourselves by who we are.

2. Play to our strengths–What are we good at? Who are we? I think one of the things we need to do is look at what we do well. Stop defining ourselves by what we’re not and start defining ourselves by who we are. And the CRC is good at a lot of things. We’re good at teaching. We’re good at having a tradition. Yes. I said it. Tradition (insert song from Fiddler on the Roof  here). We have a strong tradition. A good tradition. And during this time of spiritual searching that the Gen Xers and Millennials have, something that has stood the test of time is something good to have. A rock. A base. A thing not changing in a ever rampant changing world. Let’s play to these. Let’s embrace these and define ourselves by these.

3. Keep it simple–We don’t need a lot of huge programs. We don’t need a lot of fancy things. We don’t need a huge amount of books on being missional or church growth. These are helpful and give great ideas, but do we need them all? Instead, we need the beauty of simplicity. Simplicity and authenticity. We need a simple laser like focus on what we want to do. And then we need to do it. Play off of our strengths. What are we good at? Let’s narrow it down to that. And then simply find the need that needs to be filled. We’re not going to be able to fill every need. But, by the power of the Holy Spirit, the right need can be filled by the strengths that we have. So keep it simple.

What about you? What are some thoughts about the church today? What are some thoughts you have about how the CRC can not just survive but thrive today and in the future?

Technique

God’s been finding some wonderful ways of keeping me humble while at the same time keeping me wanting to keep keeping on. In previous posts I’ve talked about taking guitar lessons. I’ll tell you this, it’s hard. I’ve been practicing until my fingers hurt (and my brain can hurt for a little bit after practicing too). I’ve been having to learn new things, new ideas new concepts. Learning about music is harder than learning Greek or Hebrew.

But I’ve also been learning the importance of playing and practicing. One thing I need to do is to practice my technique. My G and D can get sloppy. I’ve been learning how important it is to hold my fingers as close to the fret as possible. My teacher was able to show me how I needed to hold my fingers to get the best tone and quality out of each strum from the chord.

What gets me is that I didn’t even notice it. It wasn’t a problem to me when I didn’t realize just how bad it was. I thought I was doing it right. In fact, I’d been practicing my way of doing it for 20 minutes a day 6 days a week. And I strummed one chord and he could tell my technique was off.

And I feel humble. I can’t just pick it up and play it like I thought I could. I couldn’t just play some songs. I could hardly keep up with the metronome.

But at the same time he’s been encouraging me. I brought in a hard song to play, he made it easy for me to play and then encouraged me as I’ve been playing through it. He’s been encouraging me as I battle the metronome and all it’s evil beats.

And so, God keeps me humble.

He keeps me in line. He reminds me of things I have no clue about. He places me at the same level (or lower) than that kid who had lessons right after me. I have to admit what I don’t know. Admit that there are things I can’t do. And admit that only through God’s grace can they be done.

So thank you God, thank you for the humility you continue to give to me. And please, a little help on the F chord would be appreciated.

ADDevil

Okay, so it’s not really evil nor of the devil but sometimes it just feels that way. It’s an annoying part ADD. The impulsivity part. The forgetting part. The lost in thought part. Now and again (on a regular basis really) I’m told that this is normal; that all people do this (is that the proper use of a semi colon?). But when it gets in the way of every day living then it’s not a good thing.

As I’ve been doing this ADD experiment, I’ve notice that my filter is gone. My mouth stops moving three sentences after my brain just shouted “for the love of all that is holy shut up!” I’ve said things that just popped out of my mouth. As my brain began to say it my lips moved and vocal cords did that vibratingthing. And I say something that should’ve been staying in my head.

Sometimes it’s fun. Like today. Once again I’ve found myself at a Starbucks and blogging from my phone (pardon all typos and spelling errors). I let some words blurt out that became fun. But if I hadn’t caught some other things I would’ve looked like a total jerk.

One of the perks of being a pastor is that I get to ring the bells before the church service. I’ve realized that once the bell has rung, I cannot unring the bell. The same is true when something just vomits out from my vocal chords vibrating. I can’t undo it. I can’t unsay it. And if it was hurtful or a bit standoffish, I can’t take it back.

This is what makes it hard. And this is why it humbles me. I can wrestle with it. I can manage it. But it is always there and part of me. It can be fun. It can be debilitating too. And so it is part of me and always will be.

So now back to reading my book and drinking my chai lattee (I keep aounding pretensious, I know. Sorry). Even this post was a bit spontaneous.

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The Adult ADD Prayer

Our Father who art in heaven…
…why is he “who art” in heaven. That’s a funny word, “art” it sounds like a seal barking…that would be funny: a seal barking.. art! art! art! …

Sorry, God…ah, hem… who art in heaven…
…I wonder if heaven’s purple?
I wonder if it’ll be fun there…will they play rock n’ roll or some of that old time Gospel music I heard once at that barber shop.
He really cut my hair short that day…
…man I hate it when you wear that shirt you wore the next day…
…that shirt you wear when you get your hair cut and then put it on the next day and it’s all itchy. ….

Sorry God…ah, hem…sorry sorry…hallowed be thy name…
Is it hollowed? … Or Howard?
Why hallowed? Is it up? Is it down?
Would hallowed be polka dotted or more of a valor feeling to it.
I think my grandma had something that was valor once. I should call her.
She sent me a birthday card last week. …
…no…
…I was supposed to send her a birthday card last week

FOCUS.
FOCUS.
FOCUS.

Oh yeah…hallowed by thy name…I’m sorry, God, I keep getting off track
…your kingdom come…
I was always told that I wouldn’t actually do what I was told until kingdom come…is that what I’m praying for?
If it’s kingdom come why shouldn’t I do what I was told…

…did I feed the cat this morning?

I am so sorry, God…your will be done…

… …
What in the world does that mean?
Your will be done on earth as it is in heaven…
I really have to wonder if heaven’s purple? Seriously God, heaven just seems like it’d be purple to me

focus
focus
FO CUS.

Give me this day my daily bread…
Or pizza…why do they call it pizza? What’s with that ‘tsza’ sound…
…why can’t they spell it phonetically….
…why isn’t phonetic spelled phonetically…
…how would you phonetically spell pizza…
…would it be peetzsa?
What about give me this day my daily peetzsa…would it be okay to also pray for help with my check book…did I pay the car payment?

…did I feed the cat

FOCUS

Dear lord, I was trying to pray for someone…not I can’t remember. I was told to pray that you forgive others as you’ve forgiven me…but …wait…no, that’s why I was praying…

You know what Lord just please help me to focus on you. Forgive me from wandering. Help me not get distracted by shinny objects when I try to look to you.

…help me to focus on praying to you
… help me focus living for you
… Help me focus serving you
… keep me from wandering

…oh yeah, and Amen.

(Reposted from Spiritual Musclehead)