The Original Facebook
Facebook is so new that my spellcheck doesn’t even recognize it. Every time I type in the word “facebook,” Microsoft Word underlines it with a red squiggly to let me know it isn’t a real word. Ironically, MS Word doesn’t recognize the word “spellcheck” either, which also gets a squiggly—I guess it’s technically two words though with time I bet it will grammatically merge into one.
I’m sure newer versions of spellcheck won’t dare leave Facebook out. This social media site is so ubiquitous in our world it’s hard to imagine how we twittered our time away without it. Or is that tweeted away our time? John Piper said of these social medial phenomenons, “One of the great uses of Twitter and Facebook will be to prove at the Last Day that prayerlessness was not from lack of time.” Ouch.
There is a much older version of Facebook. The ancient Scriptures liken themselves to a mirror that a man holds up to his face. The apostle James uses this analogy. As we peer into the Word of God we are immediately stunned by our own glaring imperfections. Whoa—look at the little piece of spinach between my teeth! And those zits! But as we gaze deeper in, as we “look intently into the perfect law that gives freedom,”[1] and respond with obedience, we find ourselves not hating ourselves but loving Him more. The story line of New Testament life isn’t so much our own ability to attain to godly attributes but our hearts being stretched out in desperate, clutching love for Him.
A man like that, who “looks intently”—gazes, stares, captures, ponders, meditates—and then follows through with obedience on what he sees “will be blessed in what he does.”[2]
Take some time today to look intently into the original Facebook. It may not offer the instant gratification of social media but it will reward you with abiding joy if you can slow down your soul long enough to peer in. You may not immediately like what you see in the mirror, when you notice your own imperfections, but you will sense the Author’s intense love for you. And those moments in the mirror will stir greater desire in you to seek His perfect face.
Maybe so much so that you will be inspired to post a status update about it. We’ll be twittering our thumbs waiting.
ARISE and shine, for your Light has Come
IN THE SUMMER of my 21st birthday, I adventured to the damp outpost of Koropun, in the magnificent highlands of Irian Jaya. Those were the most significant two months of my entire life. Each morning, my friends and I rose up out of bed at 5 am, ate a quick breakfast and went outside to gawk at the towering, breath taking, rugged mountains and breathe in the crisp air. Our primary task was to complete the construction of a church. We had to work fast, knowing that at about noon, dark storm clouds would come rolling up the valley and bombard our village with intense rain, sending every one of us running indoors. The afternoon rain would often continue through the cold nights.
After only one day trapped indoors, the battery of my Sony Walkman died. Without any music, I had to find other ways to occupy my restless nature. The rickety, little wooden house where I was staying held a small stack of books, which I plowed through in a few afternoons and evenings. Eventually, all I had left to read was a King James Bible. (I had forgotten to bring my own Bible.) Like a modern day Robinson Crusoe stranded on an island, I reluctantly picked up that Bible and began to read and memorize it. I spent the next eight weeks immersed in that Bible for probably six to eight hours a day. I would never be the same. Experiencing God's Word with that level of intensity was like rebuilding my soul.
Today, I was sent an article that flooded my heart with memories of those two months in Koropun. Please take a moment to read it. While reading the article, I was reminded of one of my favorite verses in the Bible. Isaiah 60:1-2 says, "Arise, shine; for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD has risen upon you. For behold, darkness will cover the earth. And deep darkness the peoples; but the LORD will rise upon you. And His glory will appear upon you."
Congratulations to the Kimyal people of the highlands of Papua! Congratulations to Phyllis Masters. Congratulations to the missionaries who labored for decades to translate that New Testament.
And to Stan Dale and Phil Masters. Your legacy will never be forgotten.
God's glory has most certainly appeared upon you.
Triangulation of Faith
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Triangulation is the term we use to describe an activated faith that incorporates three essential elements. When you survey your own life, which corner would you like to strengthen?
ACCELERATE your MOTIVATION (without coffee)
Have you ever forced your eyes open on a Monday morning and dreaded the thought of getting out of bed?
I sure have.
On some days we feel invigorated and activated; on other days we have little desire to do anything. For many parents, getting our children to practice the piano or finish their homework is a dreaded nightly chore of grumblings and drooping shoulders.
As a leader, I am so inspired when the people around me are highly motivated. Providing leadership for these individuals is like sailing a ship in the open sea or flying a kite on a windy day. Trying to lead people with low motivation is like rowing the Titanic with a spoon.
The Sky is No Limit
A boy swam in a seemingly endless sea of perfect, safety tested plastic toys designed in primary colors. Standing on the carpet of his room; the room with his name on the door, he was fed up. Weeks ago he had already grown weary of his older version of Wii, and several of his friends at school had already started using the latest model.
In another galaxy far away, a group of children tried with all their ability to get three paper kites into the air. The wind tantalizingly stirred the highest branches in the trees, but the kites weren’t cooperating. One of their fathers had come home to the village yesterday with string.
Onlookers’ eyes radiated with wonder. Voices filled the air with nervous excitement. Each time a kite tumbled back to the earth, the crowd laughed. Three or maybe five or nine younger children eagerly scampered, racing forward to snatch up the patch work of notebook paper and balsa to give the playful sky another try.
Happiness.
Where does it come from? How does it so effortlessly and mercilessly abandon our souls? It is humanity’s preeminent quest.
Why do we look in all the wrong places?
A Different Kind of Place
Yesterday I read an article that inspired me to the core. Someone has invented a new kind of soccer ball. When the ball is kicked, it stores up energy within. The ball can be brought home and plugged in to an extension cord. Fifteen minutes of soccer stores up enough energy to light up a house for three hours. The ball has been designed to provide electricity for poor villages in developing countries.
Talk about creativity! My head is spinning with admiration.
We have a bit of that spirit around here. I really don’t mean to brag, but … last week our high school students at Charis pulled off our school’s first annual Creativity Festival. The entire two week festival was planned and organized by the students. Teachers and parents had almost no involvement. I stood behind hundreds of onlookers watching dramas, dances and awards given to the winners of a 3D construction contest, and speech and debate contests.
Next week our seniors are hosting a photography competition. Students from eleven high schools and universities will be participating. Our kids who planned this show have already been invited to take their masterpieces on the road … to London, England.
There is something breathtakingly fresh about environments where creativity flourishes, and where we are set free to unleash our creative colors.
Have you ever experienced an environment where the human spirit is genuinely free to sing in the rhythms of the soul?
Well, I know of such a place.
There is an environment that was designed for soul freedom. There is a place that provides all of the ingredients needed to awaken the purest heart expressions. There is a place where the creative genius that lies dormant within every human being is meant to be resurrected and nurtured. There is a place where honesty is the rule of the day. Where we can all be free to take off our masks and ask the real questions and plunge into the deeper currents of spirituality. When human beings enter this place, their souls are flooded with a mysterious beauty. The colors of their environments somehow feel sharper and more piercing.
This place is not any particular school or church or software company. But it is where innovation and creative problem solving are meant to flourish. This place is filled with joy and vitality. It is a place where the master artisan himself takes the raw materials of our lives and transforms us into new creations. The designer of this environment has a universal understanding of the vast potential and the wellspring of creative talent within each of us.
After all, He is the One who is creating us. This place belongs to him. It is called the Kingdom of God.
Turning 40
By Mike O’Quin (on his 40th Birthday)
When I was in my pre-teens, the pop group Air Supply was burning up the American charts with their string of love ballads. I remember listening to their albums (the black vinyl kind, before CD’s) in my big sister’s room and I thought she was so lucky to get to go to their concert when they came to town. She went with her boyfriend and they probably waved a lighter in the air along with thousands of fans while the Australian duo sang “All Out of Love” and “Here I Am (just when I thought I was over you).” I didn’t get to go. I was too young.
I’m not too young now. I turn 40 today. And on this monumental day I’m thinking about Air Supply again. A few years back they came to town for another concert, but this time it was in Surabaya, Indonesia. I was living there at the time, and as I saw the promotional billboards around the congested metropolis, I thought to myself, “Ah, man, I gotta see Air Supply! How old are those dudes now?”
I pitched the idea to my wife and some friends and they agreed. “Ah, man, we gotta see Air Supply!” And then they added, “How old are those dudes now?”
So we purchased our tickets and arrived at the Shangri-la Hotel ballroom with the expectation of a night of magical nostalgia. Graham Russell and Russell Hitchcock delivered. Though definitely older, they still belted out their ballads with syrupy gusto. Sometimes they couldn’t quite hit the very high notes at the end, and the younger base player had to step in and finish out their songs, but overall they still had it. As far as I could tell they didn’t need oxygen tanks for their own air supply.
As I sat there in the grinning and slightly swaying audience, along with my wife, our newborn son and our friends, I kept thinking to myself, don’t these guys get sick of these songs? I mean, how many times can someone sing “Two Less Lonely People in the World” without throwing up? Night after night, in thousands of venues around the globe, they gather the 80’s faithful and stir up those old memories from the skating rink glory days. Same twelve songs every single night for decades.
Apparently they are very bored of those same old songs. As the lead singer crooned his way down the aisle that night, looking over the crowd of Asian faces, he noticed a clump of white faces and our cute little baby. He was in the middle of singing, “All Out of Love,” and stopped right in the middle of his lyrics to chat with us (I’m not making this up):
Russell Hitchcock (singing): “I wish I could carry your smile in my heart/For times when my heart feel so low… (then suddenly talking)…Hi there, what a cute baby. Where are you guys from?”
Me (stunned): “Oh, uh, hi. Nice to meet you. This is Jordan. And we’re, uh, from Texas.”
Russell (while his partner picked up the rest of the tune): “Oh really? I love the states! I have a house in Los Angeles.”
Me: “Oh great. We’re enjoying the show.”
Russell: “Thanks. Nice to meet you.”
Me: “Nice to meet you, too.”
Russell (singing again): “I ‘m all out of love, what am I without you /I can’t be too late to say that I was so wrong…”
So, yes, they are definitely, positively bored of their songs. Willing to chat with just about anybody to get out of singing them. But they have to keep singing them, because the paying fans demand them. They tried to play some of their new stuff but nobody cared. Everyone wanted to hear the oldies. Everyone wanted to go back into those old memories and couple skate again. Now I’m not really sure if those hundreds of Indonesians in attendance that evening ever couple skated but they sure had all of those songs memorized.
The great thing about walking with Jesus is that He makes all things new.[i] He is looking toward the future with faith. With Him you get hope, which I’ve heard defined as “the joyful expectation of the good.”[ii] Good things are in store for you. New things. You don’t have to look to the past and keep trudging up the same tired songs. He puts a new song in your mouth.[iii]
So I’m not depressed on my 40th birthday. Why? Because I’m not all out of love. I’ve got the blessings of Jesus overflowing in my life and His song in my heart. Future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades, to quote another 80’s band.[iv]
So my question to you is, are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem oh so right? Oh, what are thinking of? What are you thinking of? (forgive my corny lyrical ending and post your thoughts below).
Cheesecake Factory
The more I seek you, the more I find you …
One morning when I was a little boy, I noticed my mom in her chair near the window. She sat quietly, staring into empty space. She was longing for something … desiring, hungering. I asked her what she was thinking about. I will never forget her answer.
“I can’t wait for Jesus to come back. Paul, imagine the moment we see his face.” All these years later, I still remember those words. God was speaking into the soul of a little child through his mother’s voice, opening his heart to the journey of desire, beckoning him to take his first steps onto the path of faith.
Hebrews 11:6 tells us, “And without faith it is impossible to please God, because anyone who comes to him must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who earnestly seek him.” Faith entails more than believing in God’s existence. Faith is earnestly seeking after God, hungering for God, craving him with all our souls.
God promises that in him we will find life. And yet our quest to become fully alive can get so tangled up in our desire for … all this … STUFF. More, more, MORE! The list of desires is endless. Camping in the high Sierra. Chasing wild deer through the untamed forest. Fly fishing in Montana. Getting a more comfortable sofa, amassing more shoes, collecting more baseball cards, eating at the Cheesecake Factory. Taking that drive across the country in an RV.
The human heart longs to be known, adored, married, held, kissed, caressed, respected, admired, complemented, included, acknowledged, cherished and to be told that we have the most beautiful eyes in the world. Some seek for life with the other person in their bed when they wake up tomorrow morning. Is life even related to whether there is someone else in bed? Is the pearl of great price retiring young or becoming independently wealthy. Does it have anything to do with living an adventure or sinking your toes into the sands of a Mexican beach?
None of these are bad, of course. It’s just that when they slurp up our desires, sucking us into the abyss of cravings, suffocating our souls, they end up robbing us of the ONE TRUE PLACE our souls are designed to seek.
Jesus said, “Seek first the Kingdom of God … and all these things will be added to you.” In the end, I will fully KNOW. I will be fully awake in the realization that what God created me for has nothing to do with attaining authority, reputation, wealth or acquiring more stuff. It is unrelated to having my own way. It’s totally unrelated to how my wife behaves, or what my children say, feel, do or can’t do.
Desire.
God created it, so it must have some point. We live with it. The question, really, is not whether we should have desires, but the object of our desire. Each of the following statements speak to human desire. Excavate, explore and enjoy.
But if from there you seek the Lord your God, you will find him if you look for him with all your heart and with all your soul.
Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always.
I seek you with all my heart; do not let me stray from your commands.
Listen to me, you who pursue righteousness and who seek the Lord: Look to the rock from which you were cut and to the quarry from which you were hewn.
Seek the Lord while he may be found; call on him while he is near.
You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart.
This is what the Lord says to the house of Israel: “Seek me and live.”
But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.
Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.
God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from each one of us.
Deut 4:29, Psa 105:4, Psa 119:10, Isa 51:1, Isa 55:6, Jer 29:13, Amos 5:4, Matt 6:33, Matt 7:7, Acts 17:27
Desperately Searching
It was the last show of the day, and it finished right at park closing time. My young family along with my in-laws had just enjoyed a theatrical production of The Lion King at Disney World’s newly opened park, Animal Kingdom. We strapped our baby girl in her stroller, gathered up all our bags and trinkets and geared up for the exiting process.
As we made our way toward the exits, a concession worker from a corn dog stand came out and offered the passer-by’s free corn dogs. I love corn dogs! My father-in-law and I scooped up as many as we could for a convenient dinner as throngs of people streamed past us toward the exits.
One for you. Here you go. One for you. One for you. Hey, where’s Caleb? Caleb? Caleb? Has anyone seen Caleb?
Nana looked up one street, Pop looked down the other, mom checked the immediate area as I dashed back into the theater, thinking maybe our four-year-old little adventurer wandered back in. No Caleb.
We gathered back together to make a search plan, pushing the worst fears out of our minds. All of us split up in different directions and starting calling out his name in earnest. Caleb!
I quickly threaded my way through the dense crowd, still on its way in mass toward the exits, imagining my little boy crying and lost somewhere in that sea of pedestrians. As the seconds dragged on to minutes, I tried to push out of my mind horrible words like kidnapped or predator and kept on searching. Caleb!
I began screaming out his name and jumping up on park benches to better scan the crowd. At no point did I consider my reputation or what these hundreds of people might be thinking of a frantic, shouting man. I looked liked like a fool but didn’t care. I was desperate.
After a few more dreadful minutes of searching, suddenly his familiar, cute little blonde head poked out from behind a kiosk of souvenirs. A worker was holding Caleb’s hand, searching the crowd for this lost little boy’s parents. I heartily thanked the man and lifted up Caleb into an explosion of a bear hug, kissing his cheeks while choking back my own tears.
I was so relieved to see my little buddy again I didn’t even think of scolding him, like Caleb, don’t ever leave us like that. Always hold mommy’s hand and make sure you are always with us. Nothing like that. I just held him tightly and quickly carried him back to our anxious family. The only thing that mattered was having my precious son in my arms again. Relief and celebration welcomed us at the reunion.
There was another father once, a much more desperate one, who also looked like a fool but didn’t care. In his culture fathers were revered, respected and feared. They were almost like kings, authority figures on thrones willing to receive an audience if need be.
But this father was different. He was so broken by the loss of his youngest son that his grueling days were filled with despair. On one hot afternoon he saw a figure approaching on the dusty road leading to his farm house…it couldn’t be. He jumped up from the porch and strained his eyes to get a better look…it sure looks like him. He called to his servants and they affirmed their master’s improbable hope…your son has come back home. The father tore off his porch like lightning and did something that soon became the scandalous gossip of his community. He actually lifted the bottom of his robe so he could run faster, bearing his bare legs before his shocked servants, and ran toward his scoundrel of a son. Think of it! This respected pillar of the community going off to greet the very wretch who broke his heart and wasted his hard-earned money. And not only that, but He is welcoming the bankrupt loser like a king:
But the father said to his servants, ‘Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’[i]
This father was so lovesick for this lost son he didn’t care about his reputation. He couldn’t even bring himself to scold his son for his sinful squandering. The joy exploding from within him just wouldn’t allow it.
His oldest son didn’t appreciate all the merry-making over his decrepit brother, and even refused to come into the house from the field at the request of his dad. He spurned a direct command from his own father!
The older brother became angry and refused to go in. So his father went out and pleaded with him.[ii]
Once again this father had to set aside his reputation, already in tatters, to go and seek out one of his sons, even thought surely it should be them coming to him. How disgraceful! We get the reason again behind the father’s incomprehensible behavior a few verses later:
‘My son,’ the father said, ‘you are always with me, and everything I have is yours. But we had to celebrate and be glad, because this brother of yours was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’[iii]
Let the Father’s love embrace you today, washing away all your shame. The cross is proof enough of how far He would be willing to set aside His dignity to get you back. You might feel like turning away when he hugs you, or squirming when he puts the best robe on you, a ring on your finger and new sandals on your feet. You know more than anyone how unworthy you are. But just try anyway to rest in the assurance of His dauntless love as you feast together.
