stories, lessons, and a lot of nonsense

I used to be a very self-conscious person.  Sometimes I still am, just not over the same things. I still worry about what people will think about me when I do certain things.  Like when I preach, I go back-and-forth over saying certain things.  I ask Sarah if it’s okay.  I ask Dave and Joyce what they think.  It’s always something that’s true, but I’m worried that the way I say it may be too gruff or it’s just not the right timing to be saying it.  And then when I do go forward and say something I had worried about, I always wait for the shoe of criticism to drop.

I think it’s very easy to be concerned with what others think.  Our culture has made it very clear that what others think of you matter, so you had better buy this, eat here, wear that, and workout over here.  Anything less would be unacceptable.  And of course, you had better think like other people do, or you could be shouted down via angry internet comments.  That last one’s a tough one.  It silences a lot of Christians on important issues.  We want to be liked, not hated, so we don’t venture to say what we believe based on the Bible, because it won’t be applauded and welcomed.

But that’s not how it’s supposed to be.  We’re supposed to be living, walking, and talking for the approval of God.  Bebo Norman said it best when he said, “it is the applause of the nail scarred hands that matter most.”  That’s it.  God’s view of what we say and what we do ought to be louder in our hearts than any other opinion.  This is how Jesus lived.  In Mark 12:14, Jesus’ disciples admired this way about Him.  They said, “Teacher, we know that you are true, and care for no man; for you do not regard the position of men but truly teach the way of God.”  Jesus wasn’t worried about opinions or popularity. He just taught the truth of God.  That’s how we’re supposed to live.  We’re not supposed to be consumed with what people think, and we definitely shouldn’t be pursuing being liked by everyone.  Jesus warned against that in Luke 6:26: “Woe to you, when all people speak well of you, for so their fathers did to the false prophets.”

Worry about what God thinks.  Say what God says. Sometimes people will not like it, but God’s approval matters more than man’s.

time is a gift

Have you ever been given a gift that you didn’t use?  Or maybe you were excited to have it at first, so you started making good use of it, but then you just stopped?  I have.  I remember getting this thing called  Popsadent for Christmas from Sarah, because I had a dent in my car.  I was very excited to use it.  Then I noticed that it had to be plugged in, but we lived in an apartment way in the back of the building.  So I said I’d use it later.  Three years went by, and I sold that car.  It still had the dent.  The Popsadent was in the closet. At this point, I don’t even know if we have it anymore.  It just sat on a shelf and never got used.

Time is like a gift.  We cannot earn it.  It’s just there, given to us by God.  We have as much as He gives us, but we never know how much that is.  Sometimes we realize this, and we use it well.  But often times, we don’t make good use of the time God has given us like we should.  As a Christians, we’re supposed to be using our time to share our faith, but we don’t typically use a lot of time for that.  As parents, the time with our kids is fleeting, but we still don’t make intentional time to spend with them.  Soon they’ll be gone, and we won’t get their childhood years back (and neither will they).  At work, we have so much time to get a good job done, working as though we are working for God, not men (as Colossians 3:23 says).  And yet we sit and surf the internet, chat with friends, whatever it is that constitutes wasting time at your job.

Time is fleeting.  We never know how much time we have. We only have so much time to make a difference in the lives of our kids, in our neighborhoods and communities, at work, and in this world.  Let’s not waste the gift.

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I’m going to a rap concert tonight.  I’m not going to Winter Jam, where a rapper might get 10-15 minutes of time to rap.  I’m going to a specifically rap concert, featuring Lecrae and Andy Mineo.  This may surprise you, but I used to be huge into rap.  I’ve seen Lecrae before, when he was an opening act for the Cross Movement concert I went to in Florida.  I was defensive about Christian rap, because I thought people didn’t give it its just due, so I wrote a post 6 years ago about that.  It has grown in popularity recently, and I’m happy for a lot of the artists that are doing well, but my passion for it had dwindled. But I’m excited to go tonight, because Jakob is excited to go tonight.  He has counted down the days on a white board at home for the last 18 sleeps.  When I was waking him up this morning, the first thing he said to me – before he could even muster up the energy to open his eyes – was that there were no more sleeps.  He would see Andy Mineo today.  I’m taking him and a teenager from youth group who earned the tickets by bringing her friends to youth group in October (S/O to Alex Madison!  Great job!), and I couldn’t be more excited to go, even if my love for rap had gone away.

Rap was no longer my thing, but Jakob’s happiness is, so now rap is once again.  I listen to it a lot, mostly when he is in the car with me.  I’ve learned the songs, and if no one other than Jakob is watching or listening, I even rap along with them.  I care about what my sons care about.  For Jakob, that means I care about the Incredible Hulk and rap music.  For Jaxon, that means I care about making the same silly noises over and over while he smiles, making bottles, and being spit up upon.  Although I am tired many times, and I would selfishly rather sit in my recliner and say and do nothing, I ultimately care more about what my kids want and need than what I want and need, sometimes at Sarah’s request.  She has to urge me to engage when my brain is tired, and so I do.

Do I wish all of their main interests were the lined up with everything I already liked?  Yeah, that would be great, and sometimes it is.  Star Wars is king in our house, even if Sarah has no interest.  I’m glad Jakob loves it like I do.  But Jakob and Jaxon are individuals.  Jakob likes what he likes, and Jaxon will soon have interests of his own.  I don’t need them to be exactly like me.  I don’t need them to give up what interests them to be into what interests me.  I think it’s more fitting for me to put aside what I like for what they like, because I love them, and I want to lead them as a servant.  Plus, I’ll still get to do what I like.  After all, I can always just watch sports or whatever else after they go to bed.  And I can eat ice cream for breakfast.  Because I am an adult, and you can’t stop me.

reflecting back

Last week Monday (October 6), marked my 5th anniversary at KCC.  I’ll be honest with you: I didn’t think I’d make it 5 years.  I doubted that before I even started, and then some things made me doubt I’d even make it a year after I started.  I had a modest goal: I wanted to work here for 2-3 years.  I would be happy if I could at least make it that long, because I hadn’t made it that long at either of my previous stops.

I used to get annoyed about my church job history, and not just annoyed, but a little embarrassed, too.  My first two pastoral jobs lasted one year and 29 days and then one year and 36 days.  And it’s not like I was looking to jump around.  I have actually taken every job with the aspiration of being there a long time and really making a huge impact, but it hasn’t happened that way. But then I look at how each job came about, and I realize that it’s been all God’s doing. Did you know that I never applied for my first youth pastor job? I just told the pastor that I’d like to be the youth pastor when they hired someone, and that’s what happened. I also never applied at my second church. I was at my wit’s end, and I sent my friend Charles an e-mail, asking him to pray for my situation as I was going to look somewhere else. Next thing you know, I was the children’s pastor at New Hope.

But a year passed, and I was looking for a job again. After a little bit of searching and praying, I understood that I still wanted to work with youth and children.  I still understand that about me.  So, knowing the layoff was coming, I applied at KCC.  I was worried they’d look at my record and say, “Well, if we want to hire someone for just one year, he’s our guy, but that’s not what we want.”  I was worried that my short stints in children’s and youth ministry would make me undesirable, not because of what I had done, but for how quickly I seemed to be burning through jobs.  But it turned out that what had frustrated, embarrassed, and worried me made me perfect for this position. People who like working with children and people who like working with teenagers are practically mutually exclusive.  I’m a rare sort, because I really love both, and I had also worked with both professionally.  I believe I was the only person who even applied that had worked full time with both at different times, which made me a perfect fit here, despite many weaknesses and rough patches that God has been working out since then.

I recently found an email between me and a former co-worker at New Hope.  I was scared.  I didn’t know how things would go for us.  I didn’t like the path I was on or had been on, and I wasn’t grateful to God for having me on it.  And if I were being honest, I don’t think I could have made the choice to knowingly go down the path that I’ve been on, no matter how it turned out, because it was dark, emotionally trying, and difficult.  I imagine that’s why God doesn’t lay it all out for us in advance.  Most of us probably wouldn’t follow knowing how hard things would be.  But in the dark, feeling lost on the road, I needed to hold onto and follow Jesus, so I wouldn’t lose site of Him or end up going the wrong way.  Left with two choices – follow or get lost – I gladly chose to follow, and it has turned out pretty well for me.  I’m grateful for the path I’ve walked, dark as it may have been.  I’m grateful the jobs I’ve had and the friends I’ve made, brief as my stints were.  I’m grateful that God used all of it to bring me here to KCC, and I’m grateful that I have been able to call KCC my longterm home.  When I reflect back, I see the things that scared, hurt, and frustrated me the most were preparing me to be where I am today, and there’s no other place I’d ever choose to be than right here.

I remember nearly crashing during motorcycle ride home one Saturday night. The ride was fatal for a raccoon who crossed paths with me. I was coming home from a friend’s house, and I was pretty nervous about deer. We lived in the most rural part of anywhere I have ever lived, and deer were aways on the side of the road, running across the road, or lying dead on the side of the road.  It was pitch black, there were no street lights, and visibility was very limited. I was constantly scanning the area in front of me for deer. Meanwhile, a raccoon sneaked out into the road. I didn’t see it at first, because I was too focused on the possibility of deer, and my eyes were set to a level where I would see deer eyes before they came out in front of me. The raccoon narrowly avoided being run over by my front tire, keeping his and my blood off of me. He wasn’t very smart, though. He doubled back right under my back tire. It caused me to fishtail back and forth a little. I thought I was going to join him, bleeding on the pavement, but I was fortunate to stay upright. All this, because I was focused on not hitting a bigger animal.

Because I am a pastor and constantly looking for new material, illustrations, and anecdotes, I spiritualized the experience. I was thinking about how I have lived my life the same way. I keep my eyes out for the “big sins.” I focus on not doing certain things that would completely derail my life, and take pride in the fact that I haven’t done them. Meanwhile, I slowly start fading away in other areas of my life. I might miss spending time with God one day, but I don’t mind. It wasn’t a big deal. It’s not like I stole anyone’s money.  Next day, I might do it again. Next thing you know, I haven’t really spent good time with God for a month, maybe more. I didn’t do anything else major.  I didn’t steal, kill, or cheat on my wife.  I didn’t do whatever you find to be a major sin, but God hates all sin, anyway. Doesn’t matter. I am a spiritual mess. I’ve crashed and burned, because I ran over something small that caused me to fishtail.  There were no spiritual deer in the road, which I was watching out for all along with didn’t boundaries and failsafes to protect me. But I did run over a spiritual raccoon that I wasn’t even watching for.

Sometimes it’s what we consider the little things that keep us away from God. We don’t see much of what we do as too extreme, comparing our menial sins to what someone else does.  But Jesus didn’t just die for adultery, murder, child abuse, etc. He also died for our laziness, our moments of disbelief, our selfishness, our occasional curse words, and everything else we think isn’t that big of a deal. If He cared enough to die for it, maybe we should care enough to keep our eyes out for it. We should be wary everyday of what is going on in our lives, and we should keep constant watch for everything –  the big and the small – that would keep us from fully enjoying and living out our relationship with Christ.

fear has no place

what are you afraid of everyday ghost

Fear is powerful, but it is only as powerful as we make it.  Fear does not rule in everyone’s life.  People overcome fear every day, whether they’re jumping out of planes, sharing their faith, or asking someone on a date.  People also succumb to fear everyday, missing out on whatever lies at the end of the road they were too afraid to travel.  So how do some people overcome fear while others cower to it?  Well, in many instances, it has to do with desire.  I was afraid to ask Sarah to be my girlfriend, but there wasn’t really anything I desired more, so I overcame fear in bumbling fashion.  I have also jumped out of a plane.  I was terrified.  I hardly slept the night before.  I kept thinking about it the whole car ride down to place we were going.  But for some reason, I really wanted to jump out of an airplane, so I overcame it.

We’ll be talking about different fears the next month in youth group and what the Christian perspective should be on those fears: fear of death, fear of sharing one’s faith, fear of being different and not fitting in.  These are all common fears, but despite how common they are, they’re not reasonable fears for the Christian.  Fear has no place in the Christian’s life, because we have Jesus.  2 Timothy 1:7-9 says, “for God gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control. Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, nor of me his prisoner, but share in suffering for the gospel by the power of God, who saved us and called us to a holy calling, not because of our works but because of his own purpose and grace, which he gave us in Christ Jesus before the ages began.”

We’ll also be doing some pretty big promotional things in October.  We’re giving away a lot of music.  We’re heading to Cedar Point at the end of the month.  And one lucky person will be winning two tickets to the Anomaly Tour, featuring Lecrae, Andy Mineo, and DJ Promote.  So if you have a teenager, and they haven’t attended youth group yet or started attending regularly, make sure they’re there this Sunday morning at 11:00 AM, and they’ll find out how they can go home with these great incentives.

Oh, we’re also featuring a new promotional video each week, which we started this past Sunday.  So even if you miss out on all the other stuff that’s going on, you can at least enjoy things like this:


As it happens, today is National Suicide Prevention Day, being right in the middle of National Suicide Prevention Week.  To me, it is very sad that for many, it takes a national day or week to give awareness to what should be so obvious.  We shouldn’t want friends, family, strangers, enemies, or anyone killing themselves, so we should be vigilant in preventing it.  But we struggle to be vigilant, because effectively preventing suicide requires awkward conversations in advance.  But it’s only an awkward conversation, because we make it taboo through a lack of understanding and turning depression into something it is not.

Clinical depression is not a sin.  It is a serious illness.  It infuriates me to hear Christians talk about how having depression and taking doctor-prescribed depression medicine are sins, because they show a lack of contentment and faith with God respectively.  If, in fact, being treated for a chemical imbalance in one’s brain shows a lack of faith in God’s ability to heal you and lack of contentment with the hand God has dealt you, why isn’t it a sin to wear corrective lenses to adjust eyesight, take antibiotics when sick, take headache medicine, be treated for cancer, remove faulty gull bladders and ill-fitting wisdom teeth, and so on?  By this logic, shouldn’t you joyfully accept bad eyesight, vomiting, fevers, cancer, gull stones, and soreness of the mouth?  Oh, and how about wearing deodorant?  Would you rather we be content with the smell God dealt us?  I doubt it.  I doubt all of it.

Yet depression falls under a stigma, mostly because people do not and care not to understand.  Clinical depression isn’t tantamount to having the blues or being bummed out.  It can consume a person’s life despite circumstances.  Depression can involve dizzying and dark mood swings, feelings of mental paralysis, crippling levels of anxiety, and panic attacks.  Untreated, it can make a person feel sick every day without even knowing why.  It is caused by chemical imbalances in the brain, which is outside the control of those with depression.  It’s how they were made.  It’s the brain God gave them.   If having depression is a sin, then God is a liar, and since He is not a liar, depression cannot be sin.  God made brains – mine, yours, brains of the depressed – and God doesn’t cause anyone to sin.

The basis for Christian judgment on this issue is usually that it shows that a person isn’t content with where God has them, misusing Philippians 4:11.  So how do you explain when a person has depression in times when everything in their life is otherwise hunky and dory?  I’ll let you in on a non-secret: my wife Sarah has depression and is being treated for it.  I’ll let you in on another non-secret: her life has been going pretty amazingly.  Even if everything going well, a person with depression – like Sarah – cannot just be happy and enjoy it all the time.  Chemicals in her brain are maladjusted and need fixing.  She has suffered through every symptom listed above over the years, and they were especially bad when she wasn’t treating it.  She felt she couldn’t treat it, because she couldn’t admit she had it, because she had been programmed to believe it was a sin to be denied.  Sure, depression can lead to sinful behaviors, such as self-harm, suicide, self-hatred, being angry with God, etc.  But anger can lead to murder, fighting, gossip, etc, but anger is not a sin.  Just as someone can be angry and sin not, a person can have depression without sinning.

It’s time to do something.  If you are reading this, and you suffer from depression, it’s time to admit it to someone and get help.  It’s time to believe that you are valuable, that you are irreplaceable, that you are loved, and that this world would be an awful place were you to leave it prematurely.  As Christians, it’s time to talk about it.  It’s time to remove the stigma and stop mis-labeling things.  It’s time to love people where they are, to stand fast by their sides, to listen to their hurt, and to tirelessly encourage those we love seek help. Let’s say you disagree with everything I’ve said so far, though. Then it’s time to put the needs of others before your being right, because your being right will never save anyone’s life. You don’t have to believe that depression isn’t a sin to love people with depression, you just have to believe that a person’s sins don’t disqualify them from needing your love.

Maybe you found this, because you’re being crushed and thinking about ending it all.  Don’t.  Get help.  Emergency intervention does work.  You can call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255, or just click the link, go to their site, and chat online with someone.  You, my friend, were knit in your mother’s womb and were made just as fearfully and wonderfully as anyone you’ve met.  You are loved, worthy of love, and have a purpose no one else can fulfill.  No one else can play your part.


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