13 November 2017

Church: Monstrous or Misunderstood? (Part 1)



            Last weekend, I learned something new from one of our youth leaders.  I learned that “sucker” is a really bad word on the east coast of the United States.  A word that instantly brings images of sugary candy on a stick to my mind elicits a very different response from this woman who moved to Nebraska from Vermont.  She told me about the appalled shock that she and her children experienced the first time a Nebraska bank teller asked them if they wanted a sucker.  I knew English words could have different meanings from what I was used to in places like Australia, England, and Ireland, but I didn’t realize that there could be such a significant discrepancy even within the different regions of the U.S.

            Similarly, another word that produces a wide range of reactions is “church.”  The fact that one word can evoke so many different emotions and images in the hearts and minds of its hearers is mind-boggling to me.  Some of those images may include:

A large room filled with holier-than-thou, judgmental stares that make you feel worthless and hopeless.

A quaint little white building with a steeple, rows of wooden pews (perhaps padded with an awful shade of forest green or nude pink), a pulpit, and a proud, old upright piano, in desperate need of a good tuning, that seems to have become integral to the very structure of the building.

A repair shop for when things go wrong in your life. 

A place to meet people. 

A horrible gathering of fakers and hypocrites, all more concerned with their appearance than with the reality of their hearts.         

A boring thing your parents made you do with all sorts of rituals and traditions that you didn’t really understand or think were necessary.

A place where you go to stock up on enough spirituality to last you all week long. 

A good thing that you don’t really want to do, but you do it so it will make up for all of the things you did this week that you knew you shouldn’t do. 

A residence for an antiquated mode of thinking that is no longer relevant or needed since science has given us all the important answers.

I could go on for a while, and I’m sure you can think of more examples.  With so many different experientially-based views about church, it’s no wonder why so many people are walking away from it completely, disillusioned by legitimate hurts and unmet expectations.  It doesn’t help that church has gotten a bad rap lately, particularly from we Christians ourselves.  Yeah, I’ve been guilty of it too.  How on earth are seeking people supposed to be attracted to church, or to the Head of the church for that matter, when Christians talk about it so derisively?  While I don’t disagree that serious problems can and do arise within the church, I think that much of the general frustration and hatred towards church that is so common amongst my generation stems from a misunderstanding of what the church is and what it is supposed to do.  

My heart breaks when I see wounded and lonely people keeping far away from church because of fear, bitterness, or a simple lack of understanding of what they are really giving up.  Being in full-time ministry and having grown up in a family that was heavily involved in the church, I am well aware of the things that go on that leave people so cautious and skeptical.  I have been burned, and many people I love have been burned; yet, I still can’t imagine life apart from the church.  Church is God’s idea, and to toss it aside is to miss out on His beautiful design for this age and on the many blessings that go along with that design.  For that reason, I want to take the next few posts to dig through the truth about church (not too extensively – there is a whole subcategory of theology dedicated to the subject!) and decide whether it really is as monstrous as it is sometimes made out to be or whether it is greatly misunderstood.    

06 November 2017

Maranatha's Marriage GetAway, 2017




I remember sitting in the Olsen chapel at Maranatha Bible Camp over a decade ago and listening skeptically to a woman speak on the topic of purity in relationships.  I’m not certain whether the memory is from the Purity Conference I attended in 6th grade or from Junior High Camp one of the following years.  Nevertheless, I believed that I, a young girl who had not yet even entered the world of dating, understood romance and the progression of a relationship better than this married adult speaker.  The memory that is so vivid in my mind is her statement that was something along the lines of, “Girls, there have been days when my husband does something that makes me think, ‘I married THAT?’”  Whatever point she was trying to make at the time didn’t really stick in my mind, but I remember pitying her and thinking that she must have settled.  She must have never REALLY fallen in love, or she must not have married the RIGHT person with a SOLID relationship with God.  If she had, she and her husband would only ever be crazy about each other. 

Once I reached my dating years, I started to believe people when they said that marriage was hard, but I thought that “hard” meant getting used to the occasional dirty sock on the floor.  I had little disagreements and moments of irritation with some of my boyfriends, and I was still convinced that those would likely be the extent of any difficulty in my future marriage.  Those minor spats were easy enough to work through.  Granted, I was hurt on a much deeper level by a couple young men, but I just chalked those truly devastating times up to being with the “wrong” guy.  I wouldn’t ever have to experience that level of heartbreak with the man I chose to marry because I would refuse to marry anyone who had the capacity to hurt me that much. 

July 14, 2017 marked my 5th anniversary of being married to Jon.  Our relationship has been tested by fire in so many ways through that short amount of time.  I’ve learned that the speaker I pitied was simply being real with us and that Paul wasn’t just a spurned, ignorant, and bitter single man when he cautioned in 1 Corinthians 7:28 that married people will have trouble in this life.  Above all, I’ve learned that I am a sinner who married a sinner, and like every other sinner, we both have the capacity to hurt each other in profound ways.  We both desperately need Jesus and His overflowing grace, love, and forgiveness so that we can in turn freely give that grace, love, and forgiveness to each other.  Trust and intimacy don’t just generate spontaneously in marriage like they seem to during the early stages of dating.  They must be intentionally cultivated and pursued. 

This weekend we were given the opportunity and privilege to lead worship at Maranatha’s Marriage GeAway.  There was an irony in being on the other side of my wedding day and sitting once again in a Maranatha chapel (though a much larger and more updated one) and listening to another speaker talk about God’s design for marriage, particularly in the area of sex.  While much of the content in the messages opened old wounds and triggered past emotions, it was good for us to be reminded of God’s design and to have a springboard for communication about ways we can strive to continue to align ourselves with that design.  It was also good to be reminded that marriage, when done God’s way, is a beautiful image of the very character of God. 


For anyone who wants to listen to the messages we heard this weekend delivered by Pastor Bryan Clark (Lincoln Berean), you can find them at http://maranathacamp.org/marriage-getaway/ in the drop-down menu titled “Fall 2017 Session Audio.”   


For me, some of the highlights of this weekend included:

*Leading worship with my husband.  He originally planned on adding some more band members, but the director of the camp (Kris Cheek) just wanted us to lead as a couple.  There is something sweet and bonding about getting to play music and ministering to others together. 

*Getting to know some acquaintances better and meeting some new couples.  We ended up spending quite a bit of time with the “5-Year Club,” which was comprised of us and three other couples who got married in 2012, including one couple who was our anniversary twin (we got married on the same exact day!).  We played games, laughed, ate meals, and discussed life together.  Jon and I also really enjoyed talking to a couple from Lincoln Berean whose kids are about the same age as we are. 

*A beautiful, delicious, candlelit, and catered dinner and overall good food that I didn’t have to plan for, shop for, prepare, or cook! 

*Opportunities to enjoy and have fun with my husband. For example, we roller-skated for a few minutes for a short date night (we were pretty tired by that point and ready to get home before another early morning), while Barry Holbrook (camp staff and friend of ours) played blush-worthy love songs over the speakers.  He and Tanya (his wife) also shouted out for us to kiss, and the attempt nearly landed us on the ground in a tangled mess. 

*Getting a refresher course on some things I already knew about sex and marriage and also seeing some truths and making connections that I hadn’t before in various Bible passages. 

*Deep conversations with my husband on the drives to and from North Platte (we would have stayed at the camp if it weren’t for our 3 canine responsibilities at home). 

*The chance to evaluate and re-focus on being intentional about cultivating intimacy in our marriage and taking little steps towards making better choices with our time with that end in mind. 


Marriage isn’t easy.  Cliché, I know, but many hurting husbands and wives know the depths of what that statement can really mean.  Marriage is even harder when you try to figure it all out on your own, or worse, when you set it on the backburner and neglect it until one day you wake up to find a huge explosion of a mess.  I’m thankful for events like this Marriage GetAway that point couples back to the purpose of marriage and to the Designer of marriage, giving them hope, encouragement, and strength to keep fighting for everything that this world is trying to pollute, cheapen, and tear apart.  As with all other Maranatha events, I’m thankful for the chance to pull away from the routine busyness of life to quiet my heart before God and hit the re-set button on areas of my life that need it.  I highly recommend checking out all that Maranatha Camp & Retreat Center has to offer!  

30 October 2017

Freedom from Fear


Halloween has never been my favorite holiday.  Sure, I have fond memories of wearing fun costumes, eating obscene amounts of candy, and trick-or-treating with friends, but all of that was usually shrouded by a sense of unrest.  The combination of startling and scary decorations, disguised strangers, daunting shadows, and dark streets was very unsettling to me.  I certainly could not comprehend the fascination with haunted houses that was so common amongst my peers.  While I enjoyed some of the lighter aspects of the holiday, my mind could not fathom why people would want to intentionally pursue and stir up fear. 
 
While I still have no desire whatsoever to partake in the likes of haunted houses and horror movies, I’ve found that I’m much more a friend of fear than I’d care to admit.  I let it seep into my life in subtle ways until it becomes familiar and, strangely, safe.  It’s almost as though clinging to fear gives me a false sense of control.  If I just keep a death grip on it, then I can prevent the object of my fear from ever getting close to me.  For example, if I fear snakes enough (if I refuse to go near any of their possible habitats and constantly keep a vigilant and paranoid eye out for them), then I won’t ever have to know the pain of a venomous snake bite.  If I refuse to let my husband indulge in his adrenaline junkie instincts to the best of my ability, then I won’t ever have to know the devastation of losing him.  Fear taken to such extremes is a prison masquerading as a fortress.  It whispers protection in our ear all while wrapping it’s coils around our necks - binding us and gradually choking out the very life we were trying to preserve. 

God has a lot to say about fear in His Word.  Specifically, He tells us not to fear...repeatedly.  It’s been said before that there are 365 verses in the Bible that command us not to fear.   I haven’t gone through and counted them myself, but whatever the exact number is, God obviously cares about what we do about fear.  However, anyone who has ever struggled with an addiction (or, to make it more palatable, a recurring sin) knows that, in most cases, you can’t just stop when you are told to stop, even if you see the necessity for it and have the desire to change.  Your brain has to be rewired over time (Rom. 12:2) by replacing your old way of thinking with something else (Eph. 4:22-24).  As we rely on the strength of the Holy Spirit to put off our old self and put on the new self, He transforms us from the inside out. 

Lately, God has been showing me His replacement for my unhealthy fear.  In Psalm 112, verses 1 and 7 say, “Praise the LORD!  How blessed is the man who fears the LORD, who greatly delights in His commandments.  He will not fear evil tidings; his heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD.”  If I take God seriously - obeying Him and trusting Him in every area of my life - then I have no need to fear anything or anyone else.  This is not because of any guarantee of a life without trauma, disappointment, suffering, or loss, but because I know that God loves me deeply (Ps. 139; Jn. 3:16; Rom. 5:8; 1 Jn. 3:1) and is able to do immeasurably more than I can think or imagine (Eph. 4:17-21), including working all things for my good and His glory in the end (Rom. 8:28).  He can and will carry me through all that life throws my way.

This is not to say we should live recklessly or foolishly.  The fear of the LORD is also the beginning of wisdom (Prov. 9:10).  However, it does mean that we can do so much more than just survive in this life.  We don’t have to walk around with our walls up and our fists clenched, slowly dying within our hardened shells.  There is a better way.  We can find the freedom to experience joy and security by letting God do the job of being our Defender and Shield.  As we consistently put off our own fears and put on the fear of the LORD, we will give the Holy Spirit room to break our chains and transform us into people who are free, secure, giving, compassionate, and alive.