Audacious Hope

EApicI miss the hush that comes over a place washed in white.  Like softly falling grace, snow transforms broken landscapes into testimonies of His beauty.  I might be a Florida girl, but I do love the quiet, shut in solitude and splendor snow brings. All in appropriate, convenient, limited measures of course.

How quickly autumn has marched on through thanksgiving to turn us toward the manger.  It seems before the fall leaves can even change color, Christmas is out in stores.  I am not that old but I remember growing up celebrating each season before racing into the next.  It seems society is in an ever maddening dash forward and it is our present that is lost in the scuffle.

I don’t want to do that this season. Rush through to Christmas.  The only way to lose time is by rushing through it.  I want to sit right here in my now and savor all of God’s incredible blessings and wander slowly toward Bethlehem.

I miss the slower pace of the bush.  I miss the tucked in wonder of snow days in Colorado.  I am truthfully a very happy hermit extremely satisfied with Jesus, my small circle of family and friends (including my studio assistant Charlie of course) and creating with paint and prose. I love my little 700 square foot sanctuary and I am grateful for where God has me.

But God doesn’t let me stay tucked away.  This love dance with Him includes times hidden and times stepping out to serve and connect and be stretched and learn new levels of trust.

Today we stepped a day closer to Bethlehem on an advent journey to celebrate His coming and His coming again.  The first candle lit radiates the audacity of hope in the face of situations that threaten its very existence.  Hope is audacious if it is anything at all.  It marches right into impossibility and bravely expects promises still unseen. 

My last 18 months have tried to strip hope right out of my heart.  Loss does that.  If we let it.  And there were days I did.  I couldn’t see beyond the pain in my heart. I felt like I left the best days of my life in the red dirt of war torn South Sudan and there wasn’t much point or purpose left.  There are seasons it is a miracle of grace just to stand and having done all stand.  His grace held me up when there was no strength left.

150785_10205455381810918_8024107357480221386_nAs a small candle flickers in my makeshift small version of an advent wreath, His hope is flickering again in mine.  I don’t know what lies ahead but I know God’s got it and it will be good, because HE is good.

I know this can be a hard, lonely season, especially if its coming reminds us of loss.  But this time of year doesn’t have to be lonely.  The One Who was born in a stable still comes to obscure, hurting places too crowded to welcome Him.  He longs to walk with us, taking us beyond tinsel and trappings to renewal and redemption.  To slow our race down to a stroll with Him, to remember and reflect, to see and expect, to follow the star once again to a Baby in a manger Who is still changing everything.

I look forward to sharing this advent journey with you friends.  May His hope be rekindled in your hearts today in every place it has been dampened by disappointment or loss.  You are loved.  And you are never, ever alone.

Called to Create

I couldn’t have been more surprised when Jesus whispered into my world instructions about this season of my journey with Him.

I expect to be called overseas.  Called to wastelands and war zones.  To impossible situations. Called to love and go low and serve on the “mission field”.  But called to create, really Jesus?  To be perfectly honest, it feels a bit anticlimactic after working on the front lines of missions overseas for the better part of my adult life.

What happens when “frontlines” become redefined by His voice that calms oceans, speaks stars into place and that whispers His direction in the middle of unknown paths and seasons?

My yes here is no less than my yes there.  It might even be more of a YES, a harder yes, a deeper yes, a more costly yes. A yes less understood, braver and bolder in its surrender.

I think of Mary who so long ago risked everything, even her own life, to say yes to heaven’s creative call.  She let the Creator of all become the Word formed, enfleshed in her womb.  She carried heaven’s greatest Promise to full term and then saw the Word birthed through her life.   There is no creativity without contraction that births His sacred word in us and then through us Inspiration is His breathing into our dusty frames the message He wants to see unleashed through our lives.

I know this.  I do.  But when Jesus nudged me this week, I was confronted with my own hesitance.

“Beloved, in this season, I want you to throw yourself into creating with just as much passion and abandon as you threw yourself into establishing and leading the work in South Sudan. My promise in this season is no less than My promises from past seasons. Let this be the new dance we dance together.  What you feel as contraction is only the birthing of an expansion yet to be seen.”

It is so easy to feel like saving children in Africa is somehow more of a calling, greater than simply loving and being faithful right here.  It isn’t greater, it is simply different.  I didn’t choose Africa and I didn’t choose North America.  I chose Jesus.  It isn’t about geography, it is about proximity to His heart.  It is about simple obedience overflowing from a heart in love with Him.

So here I go. Wildly embracing my pen and paintbrush as an act of love-drenched surrender. {I’m kind of excited to see what He will do with it all!}

It isn’t ultimately about where we wind up or what exactly we are called to do along the way to getting there.  It is simply about saying YES to Him with our lives each and every day.  This and this alone is the measure of success in the Kingdom.

What does your brave “yes” to Him look like today?  Be encouraged.  Trust Him with your yes, He really will do the rest.

If you are in the north Florida area Sunday December 7th, I want to invite you to drop by my booth at my very first art show!  I will be there selling my artisan glass pendants and an assortment of my smaller format artwork curated to offer beautiful, original gifts just in time for Christmas!  Watch for posts sharing the story of getting ready… can’t wait to share this journey with you friends!

Why the Church Needs Role Models Not Rock Stars

bysoar1{What Ephesians 4:11-16 Is Really All About}

Apostle. Prophet. Evangelist. Pastor. Teacher.  I have seen all of these titles on business cards through the years.  I have even seen all of them on one business card at the same time along with psalmist and bishop added for good measure.  Just covering the bases I’m sure, in extremely small print.

I’ve been at events where folks have come up to me with their invisible clipboard and checklist.  The exchange usually goes something like this:

“So, what are you?”  {Expectant pause.}
{Urrr, what ever happened to “Hi, what’s your name, how are you doing? I wonder silently while smiling and trying not to look confused.}
“Well, I’m in love. What are you?” {I squelch the incredible urge to throw 4’9″, single, female and grad student into my answer as well.}
“No no, what ministry do you have?” comes the reply.
“The ministry of showing up, and you?”
At which point I have either failed the invisible checklist challenge or become sufficiently interesting to have a real conversation with.

I have repeatedly told the people I’m privileged to run with, mentor and serve, “The only reason I want to raise my ceiling is to raise your floor.”   I’m not after a bigger house.  My art studio, office and living quarters nestle cozily in a little over 700 square feet.  Small is the new big. Less to clean.  Less to deal with.  More time for what matters.  I’m not after a bigger ministry organization or a more impressive anything.  I have nothing to prove. Period.  I simply want to love well and be faithful.  What happens beyond that is entirely in Jesus’ hands.

The church doesn’t need more rock stars.  We need real, raw role models of authenticity, humility, love and grace.

Can I be just plain honest?  When I see “apostle” or “prophet” on a business card, I can’t help but think we have got it all turned around and upside down. (I do know some of the titles are cultural depending on what church stream is represented.  But isn’t it time we lined the “culture” of the church up with His Kingdom?)

I believe wholeheartedly in the apostolic and the prophetic.  But they are functional job descriptions, not badges of honor, sources of identity or official ministry titles.

The apostolic and prophetic are foundation laying functions in the Body. Their job descriptions are not to be at the top leading the charge but at the bottom: in the muck, digging deep for the foundation posts only to be stepped on, walked over, unseen, hidden and be the one people build on top of.  Ahem, any takers?

Like all of the ministries mentioned in Ephesian 4, their calling is not to have a huge ministry functioning in the gift of ______ themselves but to take all God has given them and become a key that unlocks the Body of Christ around them to move in these ways.

I once had a chat with some friends about all this.  The question came up was it wrong to “honor” the “prophet”  or the “apostle” or the “______” for his or her gift and call him by the title he or she desires.  My response. “Yes. It sure is.”

“But you, do not be called “ Rabbi ’; for One is your Teacher, the Christ, and you are all brethren. Do not call anyone on earth your father; for One is your Father, He who is in heaven. And do not be called teachers; for One is your Teacher, the Christ. But he who is greatest among you shall be your servant.” -Jesus in Mt 23:8-11 NKJV

Rabbi was not used only for clergy, it could also be translated as an “official title of honor” or “master” and  Jesus clearly said, “Don’t go there.”

We don’t honor people because of what they can do for us, we honor them because as a person created in God’s image and dearly loved by Him they are worthy of honor.  We appreciate their talents and gifts.  But a spiritual gift is a gift of grace not a merit badge of performance.

What impresses me is not someone’s gift.  What impresses me is their character.  The very real truth is great gifts can take you places immature and untransformed character can’t sustain you in. Yes, let’s pursue the all Jesus has for us in the realm of gifting, but let’s pursue intimacy and transformation in Him 100x more.

The church has ever only needed one true rock star. And His name is Jesus.  He is the Rock, the bright Morning Star.  My heart burns for a company of people so in love with Him, they will grow into His fullness and release those around them to do the same.

My Prayer for the Next Generation (& My Own)

IMG_0061I sit in the hush of the early morning stillness.  Something about that time when the world is still sleeping that makes it easier to hear clearly.

When I hit publish a day ago for my last post I had no idea the momentum those few paragraphs would release.  I climbed into bed, happy to have shared what God put on my heart.  I woke up this morning, brewed my coffee and checked in online only to almost spill my coffee and fall out of my seat.  Surely the numbers weren’t correct.  I refreshed the page and they had only increased. What?!?

Obviously Holy Spirit knows what He is doing and that particular musing was a word in season for many of you.  I am incredibly humbled to see Him encourage you through this heart of mine splashed on a page.  My life feels so incredibly ordinary now that I am living back in the my childhood hometown.  And… I am enjoying ordinary a lot.

When I was writing what is now the most read post ever on my blog about the perils of Christian celebrity, I began to think about what my prayer is for this generation of emerging leaders in the church.

I am more convinced than ever that the present day church is in need of another counter-cultural movement birthed in the desert places.   I have walked with the desert fathers of old, the early church saints and the Celtic believers through their writings and they have shaped my view of desert places and seasons.  Deserts, to me, are not places of rocky barrenness but of raw beauty.

For a leader to be trustworthy, mature and prepared to lead in the Body of Christ, he or she must be well acquainted with the desert.

The Desert fathers and mothers were radical contemplatives who fled the Constantinean reforms of 313 AD that imposed a professional political empire on the church.  They instead embraced a life of prayer in the desert as a counter-cultural stance against the power structures taking over the fabric of their faith.

They embraced an ebb and flow of solitude and community bringing them into the depths of intimacy with the Father and authentic relationship with one another. Some of them took asceticism a little to seriously and I am certainly not advocating that.  For most it was not about self-abasement, it was about finding sanity and freedom from a politicized church system run a muck.

There is a story about a younger desert monk seeking out an older monk to list all of his spiritual disciplines. The younger monk asked the elder “What else can I do?”  The older monk reportedly lifted his hands towards heaven and his fingers became like lamps of fire.  He replied, “If you will, you can become all flame.

Desert journeys are truly about that.  About becoming all flame. And that is my prayer for the next generation as well as my own.  May we become all flame in Him.

Deserts are places of burning bushes and miracles of provision. They are precious intimate seasons where reformers are shaped and nations are birthed. They are the places we are wooed and spoken tenderly to, given back our vineyards, where we lay our head upon the rock and meet with angels.  Deserts are where the valley of Achor becomes a door of Hope.  They are the places we come up out of leaning on Him Who is the Lover of our souls.

Yes there are times God seems a bit far, His hand a bit slow for our liking.  But He really isn’t… ever far or slow.

It is easy to misinterpret God changing the way He interacts with us as a withdrawal of relationship or an absence. When all it is an invitation to seek a whole new level of intimacy beyond anything we have experienced thus far.

Deserts are the incredible places where God is not at all absent, He is very present. He is simply presenting Himself to our awareness differently.

So sweet friend, may you run to the desert knowing burning bushes of commissioning, deep wells of compassion and holy encounters where you are named and you meet God face to face are waiting for you there.

It is in this place true reformers are being shaped to prepare the way of the Lord.

This is my prayer:

P.S. The rest of this coming week are finals week in grad school so I am going to be a busy beaver finishing all my assignments.  So if I am scarce in these parts that’s why.  You are so loved and appreciated!

 

The Danger of Christian Celebrity

canstockphoto0776902The world doesn’t need more Christian celebrities.  Neither does the church.

I have been back in the USA for over a year now.  After living in South Asia and Africa for almost 10 years collectively, I’m noticing things I probably didn’t before. I’m older, not nearly as starry-eyed and have had opportunity to see the beautiful and the broken in so many places as I have traveled.

There is a trend in some parts of our Western Christianity that is dangerous and counter-productive, especially as it has recently been amplified by social media’s explosion.  It mirrors the “cult of celebrity” in popular culture where twitter feeds dictate reality and reality TV is anything but real.

Let me preface what I am about to say by saying there have always been leaders who were well known in their day within the Church and recognized by history as influential. I am not talking about being well known in and of itself.

In the last few years as the selfie has become a social media staple, it seems the goal has shifted even in ministry to becoming well-known, having a more powerful platform, a bigger ministry, a wider-reaching Facebook presence, a broader personal branding empire… for Jesus sake of course. #allforhim {I couldn’t resist.}

History’s “famous” leaders (and many of today’s) became known simply as a by-product of their fixed gazes following the only Famous One and paying unimaginably high prices to do so.  Being “well-known” was never the goal.  Being known well by Him was.

I’ve been hearing a subtle shift (and sometimes not-so-subtle) in some emerging leaders away from sacrifice and servanthood to savvy staging and success, from empathy to empire, from celebration to celebrity.  “I want to be famous for Jesus so I can influence many.”

Celebrity {not to be confused with having a broad influence as a leader} has no place in the church. Period.  It is dangerous and subversive to the Gospel itself. Celebrity puts leaders on pedestals (usually not of their own making) and then crucifies them when they fall off or fail to meet the image others have created for them.  Celebrity creates unreachable “guru-status” with special inside knowledge or gifting and by default makes that gifting seem unattainable to the masses.

Jesus Himself rejected man’s pedestals and crowns instead choosing a cross.

The Gospel is a celebration of His strength in our weakness, His faithfulness in our failures, His beauty in our brokenness and His victory in places of our defeat.

Are we raising up a generation truly hungry for Jesus even if He takes them to a place of utter obscurity where they never see a stage or receive a speaking invitation?  If they never become a “revivalist” or are never recognized as an apostle?  If they never sign a book deal or garner 1000 fans on Facebook?  Where the ultimate goal is to hear His well-done when the race is finished.

We create the benchmark of success for the next generation by what we celebrate in our own.  That is why “Christian celebrity” is possibly one of the greatest dangers to the future of the western Church.

Let’s begin to intentionally cultivate celebration and not celebrity, where Jesus is celebrated in each of our lives whether we are known throughout continents or simply to a few immediate friends.  Where we celebrate the truth that everything He paid for on the cross is available to every single person who believes and that there are no glass ceilings in God’s Kingdom. 

The church that lives out this kind of celebration becomes dangerous to darkness and unstoppable in His love that never fails.