Storm Chasers

FLAGSTAFF, AZ. Someday when my hands are trembling so that I can’t even manage to wipe the drool off my chin, and I am left alone with nothing but my memories, I will know that my life moved no further than the summation of my dreams.

 

My life’s work has given me a chance to look into the eyes of thousands of people, to consider their expressions, to notice their choices, and to listen to their worldviews.  I am a voyager on a quest to figure out how and why certain people break through the emptiness and confusion of their circumstances into a thriving life replete with creative freedom. I pray to understand the prime activators of creative freedom, the internal thinking processes that are owned by those who catalyze their dreams from their imaginations into existence.

 

Last night our family had dinner with Ginny, who spent the summer of 2009 with us in Indonesia. I wrote about Ginny in my book A Certain Risk. This 20 year old represents to me the hope of her generation. She’s had a rough year, but she is faithful. She reminds me that all great dreams are challenged by an impossible obstruction, and this is where many dreams wither up and die.  The rarest of dreamers finds the courage to turn inward, where from the depths of the soul, she cries out to God for help. 

 

This is precisely where my little sister Ginny is today.

 

Ginny will discover that without fail, God knows and hears the cry of her soul. God is transforming her into a storm chaser.  Through the thunderous squall, she is learning to thrive in a crystalline awareness of the quiet presence of the Spirit.  Faith is becoming her steadfast new reality even as clouds burst over the rampaging, turbulence of her life.  In every direction she turns, grace will abound.  Her experience of prayer will never be the same.  She will find herself exulting in an intrepid journey that leads from one miracle to another.

 

We are now finally seeing signs that the movement of Jesus is crouching and poised to unleash the most powerful generation of visionary dreamers into human history. There is a longing in their eyes for something deeper.  All over this nation, I hear them talking about audacious dreams.  This gets me jazzed up for the future. We are being purified. I wonder if Christianity has ever been so poised to rise up and soar.

 

It is hard for me to fathom why we hear so many pessimistic comments about young people these days.  Granted, we have chided them for the panic in their eyes during any moment they are stranded between hotspots.  But to their astonishing credit, many of them have shaken off the slumber and are rising from the fog. Their greatest challenge will be to master the art of activating their dreams.  They will need to shift their beautiful imaginations into gear and find the will to infuse their dreams into the world beyond cyberspace; the real world where cynical hearts and unbelieving minds wait anxiously to wage war against them.  They will need to forge the mind patterns and heart attitudes that will help them dream for the impossible, then chase down those dreams and exist within them.  They must live with increasing clarity.  Life is a day shorter every night.  They must desire to seize the divinely appointed moments God places before them, and to redeem whatever time they have left.  The stakes are much too high for us to waste opportunities perpetuating the cycles of irrelevance.  We must focus our efforts on what counts, learning to “discern what is best.” (Philippians 1:10)

 

Ginny, you inspire me. You will know what it is like to experience the creative power of the Spirit of Christ rising from within you, awakening dreams within you, advancing through your life and changing the world you live in. Your dreams will persist, even on the winds of resistance, advancing boldly and effectively into defiant zones of oppression.  Rise up today, filled with hope and certainty that God is unleashing his kingdom through you. 

GOD BREATHED

BEYOND DESPERATE, SHE WAS FOUND BY HOPE

 

Earlier today, I walked with my ten year old son Stephen through the National Gallery of Art here in Washington DC. I was amazed at Stephen's ability to feel the art, and to easily identify which pieces touched him and why. Both of us were mesmerized by a certain painting by Andrew Wyth. It is called "Wind From the Sea." (Your computer screen does not do this masterpiece justice.) This work of art swept us away to another place, and made us feel as if the salty breeze were actually fluttering the curtain. The painting portrays a fresh wind, and this imagery reminded me of my friend Maizah, whose husband Eldat is pastoring a church in the Meratus Mountains of Borneo. She tells one of the most amazing stories I've ever ever heard.

 

WHEN MAIZAH WAS twenty-one years old, she couldn’t tolerate her boyfriend’s jealous tantrums any longer. She worked up the courage to sever the relationship. Heartbroken, he melted into tears on her doorstep, incessantly begging for her to change her mind. Eventually he dried his eyes and shrank away from her front door. Within days, his internal darkness rose up and replaced his pain with furious rage. After threatening her life in a hot rage, he eventually calmed down and settled for cold revenge. He went to the village shaman and paid him to invoke a demonic spell against her.

          Maizah was defenseless against the invasion. The horde slithered into her soul, infecting every aspect of her consciousness. The demons carried her down through the shadow layers of cynicism into unimaginable despair. Her soul felt asthmatic, as if it were wheezing for oxygen. Days and nights were filled with thoughts of suicide. Maizah languished under this cloud of depression for three years. She repeatedly went to her religious leader for help. His only answer was that she should wash herself with the ceremonial water in the basement of the mosque, then turn in the direction of a distant city and pray five times every day. Maizah discovered that the rituals of religion were useless to her.

          One day, a man walked into the salon where Maizah was working as a stylist. As her scissors snipped his hair, he talked excitedly about something going on at his church later that night. Then he turned around to face her and invited her to come. Maizah had never been inside a church. When she spent time with joyful, smiling friends she almost always found her heart seething with hatred—and she detested those who called themselves Christians. She had walked past churches and found herself loathing the singing that she heard. Their freedom of spirit was nauseous. Around Christians, Maizah felt like the walking dead.

          Now she was desperate. That evening, Maizah went straight from work to the address the man had written down. Trying not to be noticed, she gingerly walked in and found an empty chair in the back row. As she watched the people in front of her, her heart swung back and forth. One moment she was sure it was all fake and this was just another empty religion that was powerless to help her. The next minute she felt mysteriously drawn in.

          Suddenly she saw a man walking down the center aisle of the church directly toward her. She looked around nervously and tried not to panic. She felt the urge to get up and run out of the door. Before she could decide what to do he was standing next to her. He said, “For over three years now you have been under the spell of a shaman. Christ will set you free tonight.” Suddenly she felt as if she were the only person in the room.

          “I don’t believe you.”

          He spoke gently, “Let me pray for you. Christ will set you free.”

          She answered again, “I don’t believe you.”

          “He invites you to believe in him. He wants to wash your soul clean and set you free. He wants you to follow him and him only.” By then the man’s wife was standing next to Maizah and she reached out her right hand and touched Maizah’s head. She folded her left hand around Maizah’s shoulder and gave her a gentle hug. The woman then began to pray that the Spirit of God would enter Maizah’s soul and set her free.

          Maizah’s thoughts swam. Everything around her was spinning. After a few minutes, she groaned, “God, please help me!” Then she suddenly gasped. The gates of her heart were swinging wide open, letting in a refreshing breeze. The breath of life swept through her soul. She blacked out and began falling, then moments later she opened her eyes. The man and his wife were helping her up. Maizah began to weep loudly.

          All the way home, she wept. Even as she collapsed into her bed, she continued weeping until she cried herself to sleep. The next morning when Maizah woke up, she could see beauty for the first time. The world around her was filled with joyful, radiant colors. She could hardly open her eyes without weeping. Every few minutes, Maizah broke down into tears, and this continued for three more days. At her salon, the four other stylists Maizah worked with were taken by surprise. Amazed by the sudden changes in her life, each of them surrendered her soul to Christ within the week.

          The sparkling tears in Maizah’s eyes as she shared her story with me was a refreshing reminder that the Creator lives! To this day, Maizah’s life is undeniably and miraculously transformed. The same Spirit who once hovered over the primordial abyss spoke words of life into the void in her soul, filling her with light and transforming her into a new creation. Maizah avows that she is a completely new person today, thanks to our Creator who is passionate about making all things new. His compassions are new every morning. (Lamentations 3:23) He puts a new song in our mouths. (Psalm 40:3) He has made a new covenant and written a New Testament. He offers us a new birth and he calls us into a new hope. (I Peter 1:3) He is the maker of a new and living way. (Hebrews 10:20) “The old has gone; the new has come!” (II Cor. 5:17) In the new Heavens and the new Earth, Jesus will sit on his throne and still proclaim, “I am making everything new!” (Rev. 21:5)

 

 

 

The Harvest Show

Our family has been part of a conference at Faith Bible Church in Cincinnati. Yesterday, we drove up to Goshen, Indiana. I had the most amazing run through a path in the forest. The leaves are turning all kinds of amazing colors, and it felt like the beauty of Autumn was carrying me along. Today, I drove over to South Bend and spent a few minutes being interviewed on the Harvest Show. http://www.harvest-tv.com/video/dsp_playshow.cfm?showid=810 It takes a few minutes before I show up on the set. I bet you can tell I was nervous!

Blessings,

Paul

Keep the Change!

I straddle my motorcycle and give the “parkir” a 1,000 Indonesia Rupiah bill, worth about a dime in U.S. currency.  A parkir’s job is to guard my motorcycle while I’m inside the store he stands in front of, and I have to pay him afterwards whether I requested his services or not.  When I leave the parking lot he will blow a whistle to help me merge into oncoming traffic.

 

The standing price for motorcycle guarding in Indonesian parking lots is 500 Rupiah, or about a nickel.  Usually when I give the 1,000 Rupiah bill, he will slowly walk to his bench with its large stack of coins, look over his shoulder to see if I am still there waiting for change.  If I am, he will feel disappointed and walk overt to me and hand over the nickel.

 

I am.  I am staring him down.   I’m not going to play his game.  The fair price is a nickel and I’m waiting for my change.  Ah ha…I won!  He hands it over and I sputter out of the parking lot, feeling vindicated.

 

But I don’t feel joy.  I feel like I haven’t been cheated today, but that’s not joy.  What I’m feeling is a petty form of justice.  Joy is something extra, something deeper than happiness, something that makes up one-third of the kingdom of God:  “For the kingdom of God is not a matter of eating and drinking, but of righteousness, peace and joy in the Holy Spirit” (Romans 14:7).

 

What did my exacting attitude for exact change get me?  A lot of plastic bags of Indonesian nickels.  What can you do with an Indonesian nickel?  You can buy a piece of candy.  You can buy a small plastic cup of water.  But as an adult I really don’t buy candy and I go for water bottles, not cups.

 

So all that loose change sat in my house, inside those plastic bags, mocking me.  What price did I pay for them?  Instead of the joy of blessing these people called parkirs, chatting with them, getting to know them, maybe even praying for them or sharing Jesus, I saw them as my enemies.  I got my nickels but those nickels got my joy.

 

Recently I was wondering why I wasn’t feeling joy more consistently.  You know, that state of being that the Bible calls normative for people walking in faith: “Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls” (I Peter 1:8).

 

That definitely wasn’t me.  Nowhere near me.  Then God spoke.  One reason for my lack of joy was too much loose change in my pockets. There were many little things stealing my joy, just like the little foxes that ruined Solomon’s vineyards (Song of Solomon 2:15). Maybe it was some latent culture shock that was causing me to stare down those parkirs.  Whatever the case, I needed to let it go.  Release.

 

So I started something new.  Now when a parkir collects the 1,000 bill and slowly saunters to his bench, I wait for him to turn toward me, and then I do something radical, something revolutionary, something joy-inspiring.  “Keep the change,” I say with a smile.  He gets his extra nickel, he is happy.  I get some of my joy back, I am happy.

 

What loose change is stealing your joy today?  Do you have to keep keeping it?  Can you let it go?

— Mike O’Quin, author of Java Wake and Growing Desperate

 

Onward Christian Artist, Going as to War

Calling All Creatives! Calling All Creatives! We Need You!

While riding my mountain bike a few weeks ago, I took a tumble and shattered my collarbone into five pieces.  A group of villagers carried me to my house, where I was helped into the passenger seat of my car. I asked someone, “Can you tell my wife I have to get to the hospital?” Minutes later, we were on our way.  It felt like gravel was churning around in my shoulder where a collar bone used to be. I needed a doctor, and I needed him fast.

 

When we are seriously injured, we know exactly where to go. We make a bee line for a doctor. When our sewer pipes get clogged up, we call plumbers.  When our cars break down, we take them to mechanics. And when our souls feel like they are dying of solitude, thirst, emptiness and brokenness, we entrust them to … psychologists?  Politicians?   Priests?  Professors?  

 

Not a chance.  

 

Instead most of us turn to the gardeners and shepherds of the soul.  We plug in to the I-pod, rent a movie, turn on the television or roam the aisles of a book store in search of the cure for our internal sickness.  This is no random coincidence.  Much like a surgeon can slice open a shoulder and patch up a collarbone, an artist is a surgeon of the soul.  

 

The greatest artists have always known their mission. Pablo Picasso referred to painting as “an instrument of war.”  He said, “I want to draw the mind in a direction it’s not used to and wake it up.  I want to help the viewer discover something he wouldn’t have discovered without me.  That’s why I stress the dissimilarity, for example, between the left eye and the right eye.”

 

Art is lightning that flashes across the sky in the dead of night, momentarily revealing the broken furniture on the patio.  If even for a moment, the lightning exposes the conditions of our souls and sends the rats running for cover.  It may tear open a widespread condition of humanity, or focus our awareness on something very specific that most people have chosen to ignore. Mark Twain wrote The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn well after the conclusion of the Civil War.  Pen in hand, he opened up the human heart and rearranged our inner consciousness.  Readers picked up his book and laughed until our sides ached.  Meanwhile we found ourselves drifting along the Mississippi River with a slave.  Then we were beckoned into the slave’s life.  We were annoyed to discover that he had feelings.  He had a family.  He had a soul just like us.  He even had a name.  Eventually Jim became our own imaginary friend, and all of us longed for him to be set free.  Then we put the story on the bookshelf and went back outside, into the real world where the devastating effects of slavery continued to hang over the grandchildren of slaves.  

 

A writer had toyed around inside of us until he was satisfied that we had been set free from our numbness, our death of compassion for the desperate plight of humanity.  His art took effect.  In our new, transformed state of mind, we were far more ready to take action on behalf of freedom.  And therein lies the power, the nobility and, dare I say, the responsibility of creativity.  

 

Although the Christian artist is often very quiet and sits toward the back of the church, there is rarely a more powerful or influential person in the building. The church urgently needs to call upon her artists to step to the forefront of the movement of Jesus. Imagine if your pastor were to gather a team of artists in your congregation and say, “This is the passage of Scripture I want to address in four weeks. These are the themes and messages that I want to convey. Would you mind helping me bring my message more deeply into the hearts of my congregation?”

 

The timeless American writer Flannery O’Connor once said, “I am not afraid that the book will be controversial, I’m afraid it will not be controversial.”  May we see an explosion of controversial art at the forward edge of the Christian faith.  May we all burst up from the tired old paradigms and begin to create with courage.  We must leave behind expressions that are frivolous, careless or irrelevant ramblings of meaningless philosophy.  We must create with a radical standard shaping our vision.  We must create by faith, after getting on our knees every morning and surrendering our souls to God with the hope that he will put a new song in our mouths, that he will unleash a redeeming narrative to humanity through us.  

 

Artist, may the Spirit of God light a fire in your soul. May He set you free to create with authority and courage. The church needs you! May the streams of Spirit fueled creativity flow, causing change in the world around you.  May your creativity result in movement, response, healing, truth, and life.   

 

 

 

Let Slip the Dogs of Art

 

Re-thinking Creativity and Ministry

 

In the season when kings mounted swift stallions, unsheathed gilded swords and went to war, one king called in sick. Following a massage and a hot bath, he stretched himself across fluffy white, goose down pillows. His mind began to whimsically drift away from the fierce battles raging outside. His thoughts turned instead to nostalgic memories of youthful days. After awhile his mind drifted through the window, beyond the curtains fluttering in the afternoon breeze. His imagination tinkered nowhere in particular, like a butterfly wandering aimlessly in a pastel field of wildflowers. After hovering for a moment over an intriguing snake hole, he was suddenly sucked down into the rogue abyss of his own dark side.

 

Lost in himself, he ordered a servant to fetch the curvaceous wife of a faithful and trusted five star general. After he waited anxiously for several minutes, she appeared at his bedroom door with a terrified expression on her face. Within a few weeks, it was whispered in the palace that a baby was on the way. After making a few clumsy attempts to cover up the scandal, the king ordered her husband to be murdered, and brought her to live amongst his bevy of other conquests.

 

Sometime later, the king had a visit from the most preeminent artist in his kingdom. The artist unfurled his canvas. Then he began to paint a sequence of images into the king’s mind. “There were two men in a certain town, one rich and the other poor. The rich man had a very large number of sheep and cattle, but the poor man had nothing except one little ewe lamb he had bought. He raised it, and it grew up with him and his children. It shared his food, drank from his cup and even slept in his arms. It was like a daughter to him. Now a traveler came to the rich man, but the rich man refrained from taking one of his own sheep or cattle to prepare a meal for the traveler who had come to him. Instead, he took the ewe lamb that belonged to the poor man and prepared it for the one who had come to him.” (II Samuel 12:1-4)

 

As the king watched this tale unfolding in his imagination, his heart was drawn into the story. He became increasingly irritated by the injustice being portrayed. He said to the artist, “As surely as the Lord lives, the man who did this deserves to die! He must pay for that lamb four times over, because he did such a thing and had no pity.” Then the artist looked straight into the eyes of the king and said, “You are the man!” It was the moment of truth. Scales that had once blinded his eyes were torn away. Light invaded his heart. The king blinked in the fierce glare of truth.

 

A work of art painted into the king’s imagination had been his catalyst of freedom.

 

King David’s heart had been locked away with a “do not disturb” sign hung on the door. He was untouchable. His servants were terrified to even speak to him. Having constructed a barrier between himself and truth, he was unaware of his own state of mind. David’s blissful ignorance of his own soul environment is typical of the human condition. The Bible describes the mental consequences of wandering away from God as, “madness, blindness and confusion of mind.” People at high noon are described as groping around like blind men in the dark. (Deut. 28:28-29) What was God’s counter attack in the battle for King David’s soul?

 

A work of art.

 

A sequence of powerful images were launched like torpedoes meant to seek and destroy the lies that had rooted themselves in David’s heart. The Prophet Nathan aimed straight for the imagination. Rather than threatening David, the Prophet slipped in through the back door of his mind. David was shaken free of his delusions from the inside out. A renewed imagination became his catalyst of freedom. Transformed and set free, he sat down and penned the 51st Psalm, “Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me … O Lord, open my lips, and my mouth will declare your praise.”

 

What is an artist? An artist is any person who has nurtured the ability to frolic on the playground of the human imagination. I wonder, is there any greater influence on the face of the earth than this?  All of us can nurture the gift of creativity. Take a few moments today to consider your ability to communicate effectively in the realm of the human hearts around you. Can you foster and develop your creative talents to confront the fallen and broken conditions in the world around you? If so, you can become a mighty weapon in God’s right hand to advance his kingdom.

 

RETHINK YOUR CREATIVITY:

Practice telling compelling STORIES.

Re-imagine creativity: Think of creativity not simply as “self expression” but as a RESPONSE.

Focus: What are the fallen soul environments around you that DEFY you to respond with delicate creativity?

 

 

Authentic Community: Peacemaking

David McCullough’s masterful biography John Adams gives us a raw look into the relationships between the founding fathers of America.[i]  John Adams and Thomas Jefferson were united in their fight to establish the new nation and were the most responsible for crafting the Declaration of Independence together.  However, the two intellectual giants soon became bitter rivals as two political parties fought for the direction of the new government.  Adams defeated Jefferson by a mere three electoral votes to become the second U.S. president.  In 1800 Jefferson returned the favor and defeated Adams to become the third U.S. president.  On the day of Jefferson’s inauguration, Adams found a good excuse not to attend the celebration and fled the new Capitol City in his carriage.

 

The tension lasted well into the two founding father’s retirements and greatly troubled their mutual friend, Dr. Benjamin Rush.  He urged these two aging political giants to put the past behind them and begin corresponding again.  He once shared with Adams a dream he had in which he found a future history book of the United States.  In this book he read how the country was strengthened because these two men had reunited after Adams began corresponding again Jefferson in 1809.

 

Adams laughed off the dream and the icy silence continued between Jefferson’s estate of Monticello and Adams’ Stoneyfield.  But Rush kept at his peacemaking mission.  In Christmas of 1812 Rush carried personal warm wishes from Jefferson  to Adams and wrote, “And now, my dear friend, permit me again to suggest to you to receive the olive branch offered to you by the hand of a man who still loves you.”[ii]

 

On New Year’s Day, 1813, as if to almost fulfill the prophetic dream, Adams wrote a cordial note to Jefferson wishing him well and offering a book.  “A letter from you calls us recollections very dear to my mind,” Jefferson replied.  “It carried me back to the times when, beset with difficulties and dangers, we were fellow laborers in the same cause, struggling for what is most valuable to man, his right of self-government.”[iii]  The ice thawed and two men’s final days were filled with warm friendship and frequent correspondence.  They both died on the same day, on the Fourth of July, 1825, within a few hours of each other.

 

Is that a spectacular ending or what?  I will say though that happy endings after bitter disputes don’t come easy.  If you are struggling in head-to-head combat with someone else, you may need to pull in your own Dr. Benjamin Rush into the battle zone.  Or maybe you could become one yourself for two estranged friends, relatives or co-workers.  The Son of God gave a pretty high compliment for such as these: “Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called sons of God.”[iv]

 

In this series of “Authentic Community” blog posts we’ve been looking at how our communities can become more vibrant and more life-giving when members are willing to vulnerably share themselves and to engage in healthy conflict with each other.  The best environment for healthy conflict is in private, “just between the two of you,” as Jesus said. “If he listens to you, you have won your brother over.”[v]  Heaven applauds.

 

Sometimes though it doesn’t work that way and then we proceed to level two: “But if he will not listen, take one or two others along…”[vi]  We usually talk to all sorts of third parties before we sort it out with the second party because it’s easier to gossip about the issue and we feel vindicated afterwards.  But the Biblical wisdom is to go to step two before step three.

 

I was once called in to be an arbitrator between two very godly ladies who came into great odds with each other.  It reminded me of the verse from Philippians, “I plead with Euodia and I plead with Syntyche to agree with each other in the Lord.  Yes, and I ask you, loyal yokefellow, help these women who have contended at my side in the cause of the gospel…”[vii]

 

I tried my best to be a loyal yokefellow and met with both of them along with their husbands.  The offense between them had eroded their friendship so deeply that they could not be in the same room together without spewing each other with hurt and accusation.  After just a few minutes of talking it through and a touch from the Holy Spirit, they were forgiving, crying, hugging and affirming their love for each other.   They just needed a safe environment to work it out and a third party can help lay out the ground rules for that to happen.

 

The Holy Spirit was all over that because God is all into this.  The theme of unity flows through Jesus’ last prayer in Gethsemane before he surrendered to the cross.  He prayed for his future followers, “that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you.”[viii]  I believe God is intent on answering His own prayer, that we conflict-prone and easily fractioned people would be brought to “complete unity.”[ix]

 

The Real Thing

Are you desperate for real community?  You’re so tired of shallow chit-chat and you want something real.  Or maybe your heart has been bruised by conflict and you have retreated to shallow waters.

 

You’ve been playing it safe.  No wonder you’re so bored.

 

Open up.  Share your true heart with a group of comrades.  Bring yourself to the light and experience an intimacy of friendship that you’ve never dreamed of.  “But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another…”[x] The Greek work for fellowship is koinōnia and it’s good stuff.

 

Bring it up.  That little issue has been needling you, that has been causing you distress over the how and what was said, that is isolating you from that once close friendship…time for a difficult and private conversation.  The intimacy of true koinōnia awaits you on the other side of that foreboding wall of conflict.

 

Help them out.  Do you have two friends or relatives hunkered down on opposite sides of a demilitarized zone?  Offer yourself as a peacemaking envoy.  Don’t take sides but be for both of them.  Create the space for koinōnia to be restored.  You’ll feel the affirmation of Jesus and the appreciation of heaven.

 

 


[i] David McCullough, John Adams, Simon & Schuster, New York, 2001

[ii] ibid

[iii] ibid

[iv] Matthew 5:9

[v] Matthew 18:15

[vi] Matthew 18:16

[vii] Philippians 4:2-3

[viii] John 12:21

[ix] John 17:23

[x] I John 1:7

 

Do You Know TRUE LOVE When You See It?

“This is how we know what love is. Jesus Christ laid down his life for us. And we ought to lay down our lives for our brothers.”

 

I John 3:16

 

For centuries, the people living in villages clustered along the south coast of Java have lived in terror of Nyai Loro Kidul, the legendary Queen goddess of the South Sea. Though her magnificent beaches offer some of the most picturesque white sand on the planet, her waters are no place to frolic. Encounters with great white sharks are commonplace. Coral reefs abound with poisonous sea snakes. Unpredictable currents, thunderous 20 foot waves and merciless riptides kill dozens of unsuspecting and naïve swimmers every year. Mention to virtually any person in Java that you are visiting the south coast and you will hear the inevitable warning, “Look but don’t touch! Never go in the water!”

 

Clearly aware of the menace posed by the ocean, Isak Timoteus arrived with his wife Ruthy, their five children and a few family friends on a remote South coast beach last Friday morning. He parked, reminded his children not to go near the water, and walked onto the beach to find a shady place to enjoy a breezy day together. Suddenly Timo noticed a group of people standing along the shore. Three young women had been swept into the waves and were screaming for help.

 

Timo never hesitated. He shouted to a teenager, “Run to the village to get a canoe! Find someone to come get us!” To another he shouted, “Make sure my children stay away from the water!” With that, Timo, who is a strong swimmer, sprinted to the water and dove into the waves to save the lives of three complete strangers. Another man, who was engaged to be married to one of the young women in the water, followed Timo in.

 

From this point, it is not clear to me exactly how the next hour unfolded. Villagers ran onto the beach but vowed they would never go in that dangerous water. Two of the three of the women were saved. But Timo, the other man and his fiancé, exhausted from battling the riptides, were sucked under and drowned in the waves. A half hour later their bodies washed ashore.

 

The news of Timo’s drowning sent shock waves through our city over the weekend. Not a person was surprised that Timo would unhesitatingly risk his life on behalf others. After all, Timo had made a habit of sacrificing himself on behalf of others. A decade earlier, Timo felt the call to resign from his prestigious position as a high level manager in a pharmaceutical company to devote his life to full time youth ministry. Passionately burdened to win the souls of youth to Christ, Timo sold his house, entered seminary, and led his wife and children on a journey of faith. Living on the edge of poverty, Timo devoted himself to sharing the Gospel with teenagers, offering counseling and doing everything in his power to serve them.

 

Over the next decade, Timo’s name became frequently mentioned in the testimonies of hundreds of people. The day I was introduced to him, I immediately I sensed that here was a man I wanted to emulate. His humility was so refreshing. His passion to seek and save the lost was radical. Inspired by his relentless determination to serve youth, I decided that I would do all I could to support his dreams. Mustard Seed joined with Timoteus to open the Malang Youth Center (MYC). Over the years, MYC has impacted the lives of hundreds of teenagers from the eleven high schools in our city. The ministry offers counseling for youth, outreach programs, evangelistic events, and intensive discipleship.

 

Last Wednesday, I met with the staff of the Malang Youth Center for one of our weekly leadership training sessions. We studied Acts 20. In this passage, the Apostle Paul meets with the elders in Ephesus for the last time. Upon hearing that they will no longer see him, the elders “fell on his neck (NKJV) and wept.” I shared with the leaders that love is the basis for all Christian ministry. I asked them to take few minutes to ponder the question, “if the youth that you are serving heard that they will never see you again, would they shrug their shoulders, or “fall on your neck” weeping?

 

That conversation was the last time I would ever see Timo alive on this earth. In my heart, the theme of the Bible study holds near prophetic significance. Not just dozens, but hundreds of youth or adults who had been impacted as youth, are weeping for his loss.

 

I was asked to preach at Timo’s funeral last night. It was one of the most difficult messages I’ve ever given. How could my words possibly capture the limitless and enduring impact of this man’s amazing life? In my talk, I pondered the question, In the echoes of his death, what would Timoteus ask of you and me? I am convinced that he would ask us to repent and follow Jesus with all our heart, mind, soul and strength. He would ask us to carry on his ministry to youth. And, he would most certainly ask us to take care of his beloved Ruthy and their five children, Sasa, Noel, Justian, Teo, and Paul.

 

With this in mind, would anyone out there be willing to send in a sacrificial donation for this man’s family? I can verify that Ruthy and the children have been left with next to nothing. Timo spent his adult life giving everything away! What will it be like for Ruthy to raise Sasa and the four boys alone? What will be the cost over the next decade?

 

Imagine if we could combine our resources to purchase them a small home. Would you consider being a part of this dream? Perhaps through our combined generosity, God will provide a home for Ruthy and the children.

 

Isak Timoteus Memorial Fund

Mustard Seed International

P.O. Box 20188

Charleston SC 29413

 

In solidarity. In compassion. In Christ.

 

Paul Richardson

East Java, Indonesia

Authentic Community: How to Have Conflict

In my last few blog posts we’ve been looking at how vibrant community comes when members are willing to risk vulnerability and engage in healthy conflict.   Last week we looked at conflict’s out-of-bounds areas, and now we’ll focus on the rules of the playing field.

 

When to have conflict?

The short answer is when you just can’t let an offense slide.  My rule of thumb is simply you need to bring the issue up if it is affecting your relationship with that person.  Give grace when you can, but truth when you must.  Are you avoiding that person, tiptoeing around them at work, not making eye contact at team meetings?  Then it’s not passing the “grin and bear it” test.  You’ve got to deal with it.  Of course there are two sides of an offense, the offender and the offended party.  Who takes the first step? 

 

1) If you are the offender, the responsibility is on you.

Jesus gave us this admonition: “Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar. First go and be reconciled to your brother; then come and offer your gift.”[i] 

 

Several times I’ve had a nagging feeling that something I said may have offended a friend.  When I bring it to them they are usually so glad I came forward to apologize because it was really was bothering them and they are quick to offer forgiveness.  I’m coming to trust that “nagging feeling” as the Holy Spirit and I know I make a bee line from the altar to my offended friend.

 

2) If you are the offendee, the responsibility is on you.

“If your brother sins against you, go and show him his fault, just between the two of you. If he listens to you, you have won your brother over.”[ii]  There it is.  Jesus said it.  Go and show him his fault.  Easier said than done, I know.

 

I remember avoiding a key person on my team over the icy way he was treating me.  Once in a meeting he corrected me in a curt way, which embarrassed me in front of the other staff members.  It wasn’t what he said, but how he said it.

 

At first I blew it off, but then later that night I had two dreams about the offense.  Okay, I thought, I have got to bring this up.  It wasn’t passing the “grin and bear it test” and I knew this issue was affecting a working relationship and friendship with a key leader on my team. 

 

He was eating biscuits and gravy when I came into the office the next morning.  As I saw him the frustration rose up in of how harshly he had talked to me at our staff meeting, plus his curt text message the night before.  I felt like pouring the gravy on top of his head.

 

After some initial chit-chat, I invited up him into my office.  “There’s something we need to talk about.”

 

I didn’t want him to feel like he was going to the principal’s office, so I immediately offered what I’ve heard called “the grace sandwich.”  It’s one slice of affirmation, followed by the meat of the correction, and lastly another slice of affirmation.

 

“Chad, I really appreciate you and how you are running our office.  You are doing a great job.  But because I value our relationship, and not just your function here, I need to talk about how you talked to me yesterday…”

 

We got to the heart of it, a silly little issue of misunderstanding, and I took the vulnerable step of sharing how I felt about it, not just how he was wrong.

 

“It makes me feel like you don’t really respect me, and that is a big deal for me.  When you scold me in our meeting, or send me a rebuke through text message, it makes me feel like a reprimanded little school boy.”

 

From his tense body language I felt like the risk of this conversation wasn’t going to pay off.  I was getting the message loud and clear that he thought I was being too sensitive.

 

“So you’re saying I have to sugarcoat everything?” he countered.

 

“Huh?  You are missing the nuance here.  Is there some filter in our communication?  Are you frustrated at me for something else? It really feels like that way to me.”

 

Actually there were a few things and he shared them all.  Guilty as charged on each point.  He had the right to be frustrated for me breaking some agreements we had made as a team and going off and doing my own thing without conferring with them first. I apologized.

 

As the chip dropped off his shoulder, everything in his body language relaxed.  Now we could really talk.

 

I agreed to try to repent from the attitude of “the rules don’t apply to me,” and he agreed to try to talk to me with more respect when was frustrated.  We also added an addendum of no more text messages or emails or Facebook posts when there is an issue, but to try instead for a face-to-face meeting.

 

“Chad, there are probably going to be a lot more issues,” I promised.  “I am going to break our agreement, even though I don’t mean to, and you are going to have to come to me in person.”

 

Knowing me, he laughed.  And knowing him, and what a big deal consistency means to him—for my words and my actions to match— I told him I would truly try to work on this issue in my life.

 

I gave him one final affirmation, about me appreciating all that he brings to our team, and we high-fived each other. 

 

We tackled the day’s challenges together and they felt a lot less challenging.

 

I so appreciate when people come on their own and say, “Hey, sorry for what I said yesterday.  I didn’t really mean it.”  But my experience has been that seldom happens.  A lot of times people don’t realize how they have offended us.  The onus is on us to go to them.  Which means…drum roll please…there is no room for “victims” in the Body of Christ.  This is too important to God.  Whether you are playing offense or defense, you have to “keep short accounts” with your brothers and sisters. 

 

Finally, here are some practical suggestions the right way to bring up a wrong suffered.

 

In love.  When you approach someone with a sensitive issue, they are immediately going to feel the fear of rejection.  I’ve found a good way to put that fear to flight is something I’ve already mentioned, the “grace sandwich.”  It sounds something like, “I appreciate you and value our friendship so much that I wanted to bring this up…”  After you talk about the meat of the issue, you offer another warm slice of affirmation.    

 

With humility. Then you bring it up, adding a dose of humility.  “I could be wrong here…”  Use the word “I” a lot.  “I have been feeling lately…. (as opposed to “You are being a jerk).”  You want to show that you have a limited scope on the issue—you’re not omnipotent God bringing judgment on them.  From your perspective you honestly could have perceived it wrongly.  Jesus said to go to your brother when they sin “against you,” not just when they generally sin.  Tell them how what they did or said came “against you” personally.

 

In private.  As Jesus said, it’s first “just between the two of you.”[iii]  The Indonesians call it a “four eyes” conversation.  Just two sets of eyes, working out something difficult and complex.

 

Right time and space.  Find a non-distracted, private spot for your chat.  I once brought up an issue with a teammate while we were standing in line at a buffet in a very crowded meeting.  She felt ambushed, started crying and quickly shut down.  I had to later apologize for my poor timing.  I wanted to get the issue off my chest so much I wasn’t considering her feelings at all.

 

But be careful you timid bunnies, there will never be a perfect time.  In fact the longer you wait the harder it is deal with the something.  There is a balance here.

 

For my last blog post on this issue,  sometime next week, we’ll look at when to bring in a third party when two people can’t work it out on your own.  Stay tuned….

 

 


[i] Matthew 5:23-24

 

[ii] Matthew 18:15

 

[iii] Matthew 18:15

 

Authentic Community: When Not to Have Conflict

In his insighhtful book, The Five Dysfunctions of a Team [i], Patrick Lencioniso outlines what causes teams to breakdown and finally either implode or explode.  The first time I read this book I was in a team leader role and was discouraged to discover that we had all five dysfunctions down pretty well! Lencioniso’s thesis is the foundation for dysfunctional teams is a lack of trust which leads to a fear of conflict.  If you are tiptoeing around someone on your team, holding your breath every time that sensitive issue comes up, then congratulations, you got yourself a dysfunctional team.

As believers, we are especially dysfunctional at this because we are taught to be nice little girls and boys.  We are good at avoiding tough conversations under the guise of “giving grace.”  After all, aren’t we exhorted to “live in harmony with one another?” [ii]

Gary Smalley writes about what happens between the shallow levels of communication (clichés and facts) and the three deeper levels (opinions, feelings, needs).  It’s a barrier he calls the “wall of conflict.”  It’s scary to go through that wall because there is the possibility of rejection and a potential loss of relationship if we don’t make I through.

But if you do make it to the other side, if you can find the doorknob through the scary wall of conflict, there is intimacy on the other side.  I think about the closest friends I have in my life and at some point we made it to the other side of that wall.

What needs to change is our view of conflict, and the Bible gives us some extremely helpful guidelines. First let’s look at when not to have conflict, and then next week we’ll dive in to how to do it in a healthy way.

When not to have conflict?

•When it involves “disputable” matters
Paul advised the Roman believers, “Accept him whose faith is weak, without passing judgment on disputable matters. One man’s faith allows him to eat everything, but another man, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. The man who eats everything must not look down on him who does not, and the man who does not eat everything must not condemn the man who does, for God has accepted him. Who are you to judge someone else’s servant? To his own master he stands or falls. And he will stand, for the Lord is able to make him stand.” [iii]

It’s probably been a long time since you argued with someone on whether or not you should buy that discount ground beef that was sacrificed to a Roman idol.  But modern day disputable matters can pit Christian versus Christian on a variety of strongly held beliefs.

I know a missions agency whose teams were being torn apart because team members would get into debates on their personal held convictions over issues that really shouldn’t have affected their working relationships.

This small agency finally came up with a policy that teams could no longer debate, discuss in a team meeting or make a team policy on the three issues that were causing great strain in team life.  The issues were:  birth control, how to educate your children (homeschooling versus public or private school) and how to discipline your children (spanking versus other forms).

Imagine that!  These are some tough folks, people who moved their families to some difficult spots of the world, mastered complex languages, prayed their hearts out, learned how to engage people of different faiths, overcame culture shock and endured third world hassles.  They could put up with a lot basically. Yet these debatable issues on how to have and raise children were causing them to want to go back home.

You may feel like you have got God’s opinion on the matter, but keep it to yourself.

• When it involves a third person
Jesus gave it plain and straight, “If your brother sins against you, go and show him his fault, just between the two of you. If he listens to you, you have won your brother over.” [iv]

It’s very easy to take up an offense for someone else, because usually we have more grace to swallow an offense ourselves than to see someone else we love offended.  I can be okay when I feel slightly slighted, but after I share it with a friend and they get a rise out of it, I become outraged!

The definition of gossip, according to John Dawson, is talking about a negative issue in another person when you are not part of the problem or solution.  Many of Solomon’s proverbs warn us about the “choice morsels” of gossip that are so delicious to take in but end up ruining relationships. [v]

            Without wood a fire goes out;
            Without gossip a quarrel dies down. [vi]

•When you just can let it slide
You don’t need to deal with every little offense.  Sometimes you can keep in mind context (they’re sleep-deprived, they just got a speeding ticket, their kids are running around screaming) and cut them some slack. Our communities would be miserable places to be if we constantly pointed out every small infraction.  Paul exhorts us to “bear with each other” [vii] and Peter lifts us to the highest value: “Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins.” [viii]  This is great advice from two men of strong personalities who had some theologically important conflict with each other but I’m sure put up with a lot of little things along the way.  Cut ’em some slack jack.  There is a higher value of love.  But not too much slack, timid bunnies!  You who give too much grace need to be truth-tellers too.
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– Mike O’Quin, author of Java Wake and Growing Desperate

This is part three of a five part series on how healthy conflict leads to authentic community.  More in this series:

Part One: The world is starving for authentic community: Running in Church

Part Two: Going Deeper, Risking Conflict: From Chit Chat to Transparency
 
Part Four: Rules of the game for healthy conflict: How To Have Conflict
 
Part Five: Serving as an arbitrator: Peacemaking

[i] Patrick Lencioni (2002), The Five Dysfunctions of a Team, Jossey-Bass
 
[ii] I Peter 3:8
 
[iii] Romans 14:1-4
 
[iv] Matthew 18:15
 
[v] Proverbs 18:8; 26:2
 
[vi] Proverbs 26:20
 
[vii] Colossians 3:13
 
[viii] I Peter 4:8