Tuesday, October 23, 2012

Prayer Works!


Theologians define nuances and spin eloquent explanations about prayer. Pastors spend time encouraging and inspiring their congregations, urging them to pray. Authors write books and study guides to promote more effective praying. Small groups are scattered across the landscape sitting knee-to-knee, holding hands and intoning deep, hopeful desires.

 

Pragmatists wonder, “Does prayer work?” Is anything going to happen? Sometimes life throws something akin to a Justin Verlander fastball, 100 miles per hour, high and inside. (Verlander is the Detroit Tigers’ ace World Series pitcher. GO TIGERS! About three years ago we woke up to the reality that Pat has Parkinson’s Disease (PD) and we have enlisted everyone we know to pray for her healing, and for both of us as we cope with a debilitating disease. Both Pat and I have been Jesus’ followers since we were elementary school age. We learned to pray as children and continue to grow in our prayer experience. Prayer sustains and the Spirit warms our hearts, urges us to trust, and encourages us to try again when the high inside fastball is followed by a slow breaking slider at which the best of hitters swing and miss. But the best of hitters don’t quit after strike two! Praying people don’t quit either!

 

I made an investment at a garage sale where I purchased Michael J. Fox's memoir, Lucky Man for $1.00. The actor of TV and big screen fame announced he has youthful onset Parkinson’s in the 1990's and has become an advocate for PD research and understanding in the marketplace. Explanation of symptoms and frustration from another voice made the memoire helpful, but was a difficult read for a couple of reasons. First it is laced with profanity and reveals a lifestyle hard for Jesus followers to admire. Second Fox’s experiences and ours are too painfully similar.

 

It is safe to say that Michael J. Fox does not define prayer as we have learned and experience prayer. But, he is a pragmatist! He answers emphatically, “Prayer works!” As I cruised toward the conclusion of the book, I was startled by the following lengthy quote.

 

“At one time or another, during times of personal struggle or loss, we’ve all heard people tell us they would ‘pray for us.’ Just an expression, I’d always thought, until I felt the power of that sentiment when it was offered, and meant, by tens of thousands of people. The feeling is overwhelming; I have no doubt that being on the receiving end of so much spiritual energy has gone a long way to sustain me over the last couple of years. I no longer underestimate the power of prayer.

 

“Nor, it seems, do some scientists. I recently read about an experiment in which researchers at Columbia University tested the power of prayer to help women with fertility problems. A group of strangers . . . in America, was asked to pray for a group of women in a Korean fertility clinic who had no knowledge of the experiment. At the same time, a separate control group at the clinic received no prayers. At the end of the study, fifty percent of the women who’d been prayed for got pregnant, while only twenty-six percent of the control group conceived. This is the exactly opposite of what the researchers expected – their stated intention had been to disprove the efficacy of prayer.”

 

Pat and I pray daily for friends whose daughter suffers from cancer, some who are unemployed, others whose children are unsaved, for our neighbors, and our church. Pat’s health and other challenges we and others face remain as difficult as a major league pitcher’s “cutter.” We have learned about prayer, but we are also pragmatists. “Prayer works!” Thanks for your prayers!

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

"Good Riddance!"

Reading the Bible in different translations has the effect of slowing me down as I confront slightly different language and nuances of truth. I was startled in my present reading of Second Chronicles in the New Living Translation. Chapter 21 concludes with, "No one was sorry when he died (King Jehoram of Judah). He was buried in the City of David, but not in the royal cemetery."

Epitaphs can be amusing or sobering. On Effie Jean Robinson’s tombstone is etched sobering advice.
Come blooming youths, as you pass by,
And on these lines do cast an eye.
As you are now, so once was I;
As I am now, so must you be;
Prepare for death and follow me

Good advice, but not funny at all. But someone added:
To follow you
I am not content,
How do I know
Which way you went?

A grave marker in Boot Hill Cemetery in Tombstone, Arizona, adds local flavor and offers a bit of levity.
Here lays Butch.
We planted him raw.
He was quick on the trigger
But slow on the draw.

I suppose a fitting epitaph for Jehoram might be, "Good Riddance!" When David died, however, the nation grieved the death of their leader.

How we live determines how others feel about our passing and how Jesus will either celebrate or lament our entrance into eternity. In Matthew 25 Jesus used a very simple, but picturesque word picture to define the final judgment.

A high school English assignment included memorizing William Cullen Bryant’s "Thanatopsis." The last few lines are etched in my memory and serve as purifying influence in daily life.
"So live, that when thy summons comes to join
The innumerable caravan which moves
To that mysterious realm, where each shall take
His chamber in the silent halls of death,
Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,
Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed
By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave
Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch
About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."

Am I feeling moribund this morning? No, I just don’t want folks brushing off my life with a "Good riddance!" And I really want to hear a hearty, "Well done!" Each day we contribute to the pool of evidence from which the verdict will be made. The Psalmist prayed, "Teach us to number our days aright, that we may gain a heart of wisdom." (Psalm 90:12)

 


 

Friday, October 5, 2012

Parapet Wall #3 - The Church

My appreciation for God’s family, the Church, increases continually. The images of building, body and bride are a wonder . . . especially as the church lives out its calling and purpose. It has been an enduring wall of safety, a parapet wall of protection my entire life.

My siblings and I grew up in Christian Trinity Assembly of God, a church which looked as if it had been assembled by Rube Goldberg. (Reuben Goldberg was an American of many talents. He is most frequently remembered for a series of cartoon drawings of complex gadgets that do simple tasks convoluted ways.) To illustrate, Brother Kaiser, an older German immigrant and retired barber, played his clarinet on the front pew. The clarinet whistled, wheezed and squeaked. A high point of church life was the occasional spontaneous tune and cadence that called the congregation to sing one of Brother Kaiser’s favorite Gospel songs. No one knew it was coming! It just happened!

Another brother, a factory worker, sensed a call to preach. He did pursue the calling and later pastored, but he learned to preach at our expense! The grammar was painful! One of the "song leaders," (Doesn’t that sound quaint?) wiggled his fingers when he was blessed. Brother Nierhause, another German immigrant of passionate spiritual intensity would often weep and cry out in prayer, frequently wiping his face with a handkerchief. I’ll never forget bringing my high school friend, Grant, to a Sunday evening service when all of the above occurred! How could one forget an event like that?

But, Christian Trinity Assembly of God, was one of the instruments of grace that formed me, shaped my spirit, taught me how to belong, and propelled me into a world much larger than I had ever dreamed.
The Church, God’s family, has POWER as a community. Mingling, teaching, and life sharing disciples of Jesus build character and community. As my boyhood church shared life I was being formed in one of God’s great graces.
God’s family is an ideal, safe PLACE for explaining, for teachable moments. By nature I am a legalist, eager to align everything in proper sequence and can be rabid in validating truth. But, I have learned that God’s family is a powerful educator. The family of God diligently and wisely forms me in the virtue of patience, charity and compassion as Jesus assigns various members to urge me into His likeness! It never comes naturally! The local assembly where we presently worship continues the work. Jesus knows what needs to be done.
As God’s family meets it encourages growth to maximum POTENTIAL of receiving and giving. God used the wilderness to form the children who left Egypt into a mighty people. They became a mighty nation with the distinct assignment to bless all other nations. My older sister was the only "youth pastor" I ever had. She assigned me and others to preach our first sermons in front of our small group which met in the church basement. (Who could ever forget the knotty pine panels and musty odor?) We ministered to nursing home patients monthly. The caring community of Jesus followers had more to do in forming a generation than any degree granting institution.

I remain partial to mid-week church services. Sister Adiska, the wife of the deacon who wiggled his fingers while leading worship, was God’s trigger finger that set off a kind of spiritual experience of volcanic force of God’s grace in me. I was a student in Detroit’s elite high school. A world history teacher challenged the Genesis creation account with an airtight argument for which I had no answer. Sciences were worshiped by academia in the 50's and 60's. My mind swirled in confusion. I wrongly felt that if I confessed my struggles and doubts that I would disappoint those who loved me and that if I were really right with God, I would never have doubts. My prayers were stale. Nights were filled with restless spiritual conflict (No one was a specialist in spiritual warfare back then!) And I needed help!

On a Wednesday night in my most intense doubt the finger of God touched dear Sister Adiska and prompted her to ask the pastor, "May we sing number 282?" The church sang from "Melodies of Praise," as the Spirit of God washed waves of assuring grace over my struggling, fear-ridden, doubt-plagued soul. We sang that night, and I still sing –
I am coming to Jesus for rest,
Rest such as the purified know;
My soul is athirst to be blest,
To be washed and made whiter than snow.

Refrain:
I believe Jesus saves,
And His blood washes whiter than snow;
I believe Jesus saves,
And His blood washes whiter than snow.

In coming, my sin I deplore,
My weakness and poverty show;
I long to be saved evermore,
To be washed and made whiter than snow.

To Jesus I give up my all,
Every treasure and idol I know;
For His fullness of blessing I call,
Till His blood washes whiter than snow.

I am trusting in Jesus alone,
Trusting now His salvation to know;
And His blood doth so fully atone,
I am washed and made whiter than snow.

The annual budget for the community that shaped us wouldn’t be large enough for a one Sunday stage production in many churches today. The disorientation resulting from an audacious woman interrupting smooth segues and rehearsed key changes in church today is hard to imagine. But, the "Rube Goldberg" church in session on a Wednesday night in the early 1960's was the finger of God at work in a teen’s life.

It has been a long time since I heard a favorite "church song" sung by any congregation. Maybe it’s the lights, cameras, and on-stage action that mutes the simplicity and wonder of what God does in uncomplicated ways, protecting, providing for His people with the church. Have we become too content to observe, paying highly skilled professionals to perform the work of ministry? The church, common, ordinary, faulty people need permission and encouragement to influence uncertain youth with a well-timed song. When it happens, it is glorious! Maybe you will sing with me today?
Do you hear them coming, brother,
Thronging up the steeps of light,
Clad in glorious shining garments,
Blood washed, garments pure and white?

Refrain
’Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb;
’Tis a glorious church without spot or wrinkle,
Washed in the blood of the Lamb.

Do you hear the stirring anthems,
Filling all the earth and sky,
’Tis a grand, victorious army,
Lift its banner up on high!

Refrain

Never fear the clouds of sorrow,
Never fear the storms of sin.
We shall triumph on the morrow,
Even now our joys begin.

Refrain

Wave the banner, shout His praises,
For our victory is nigh!
We shall join our conqu’ring Savior,
We shall reign with Him on high!


Thursday, October 4, 2012

Parapet Wall #2: Prayer

PRAYER: GOD-MAN CONVERSATION

What other nation is so great as to have their gods near them the way the LORD our God is near us whenever we pray to him? Deuteronomy 4:7

Moses left this bold insight for us to muse upon, consider thoroughly, and then act, actually pray. Prayer is conversation . . . listening and speaking.

Prayer as heart-to-heart, mind-to-mind, Holy Spirit-to-human spirit, and will-to-will is learned as surely as a second language. The altar, both at home and in the church building, are sites where my life has been anchored.
  • Prayer is learned. Mom and Dad prayed and I learned their language. I can still feel my pastor’s hand on my shoulder while I knelt at the church altar. Sunday School teachers were overheard praying. The altars of my life are places of Presence and power. I recently reread the account of Solomon’s dedication of the Temple. Have you considered who taught Solomon to pray? Listen! You may hear his father David in the background. "O LORD, God of Israel, there is no God like you in heaven or on earth—you who keep your covenant of love with your servants who continue wholeheartedly in your way.
    You have kept your promise to your servant David my father; with your mouth you have promised and with your hand you have fulfilled it—as it is today.
    "Now LORD, God of Israel, keep for your servant David my father the promises you made to him when you said, ‘You shall never fail to have a man to sit before me on the throne of Israel, if only your sons are careful in all they do to walk before me according to my law, as you have done.’
    And now, O LORD, God of Israel, let your word that you promised your servant David come true." 2 Chronicles 6
Every parent has the privilege of being the dean of the school of prayer! Every disciple maker must accept the responsibility of teaching the language of prayer.

  • Prayer is the place where the created are changed by the Creator. In prayer it is important to remember that God knows, has never learned anything, and is unchangeable. As we wait in His presence we ought to be transformed, have a change of heart and mind. Subsequently, we acquire different behavior. The Lord’s possibilities crowd out the worrisome time wasters of life, and confidence is imparted.

  • Prayer is best when a meeting time and place, an appointment man keeps with the Lord. Calling out in desperation can be effective, but ought not be the only way we pray. When we keep an appointment with Him, He teaches us what to become, what and how to do, where to go, how to think, and define motives for actions.

  • The conversations between God and Moses are instructive! At least eighteen times Moses said in Deuteronomy, The Lord said to me . . . One million or more souls were dependent on what Moses heard. Parents, the future of your children, grandchildren, and as many generations as follow, is dependent on how well you and I hear from the living God. Our disciples must learn how to hear the Lord’s voice.

Parents must know they have been with Jesus, are filled with the Spirit, are conversant with the pleasure of the Lord in their family context. All God-loving parents will hear, "Mom, can I go to . . . ?" "Dad, what’s wrong with . . . ?" "How can you be sure that all that stuff about Jesus is real?" "My friends and I want to go to . . . !" At those times God gives answers born in the place of prayer.

My brother Dennis tested the whole ethos of our family one Sunday morning. Dennis was at least 17 years-old and eager to test parental boundaries. On Sunday mornings our family ate breakfast together before attending church. We dressed for church before breakfast. The Sunday morning routine had been in place since before my brother and I were born. On the morning so memorable, my brother came to the breakfast table dressed in his pajamas! The exchange between Dad and Dennis was short and effective!


My father looked at Dennis and asked, "Why aren’t you dressed for church?"

The reply was straightforward and bold, "I don’t plan on attending church today!"

"What is your name?" Dad asked.

The reply, "Dennis."

"Dennis, what is your surname?"

"Wegner."

Dad’s Holy Spirit answer was as prophetic as Daniel before the king and Amos before a disorderly populace, and as powerful as John the Baptist in the wilderness. My father simply said, "Dennis, the Wegners go to church. Go get dressed and then come and eat your breakfast!"

Dennis and I have talked about the memory etched in each of us. He has said more than once, "If Dad had let me stay home that one Sunday, I may have never have attended again."

Because of their prayers and rock-solid examples, our parent’s prayer wall, the second parapet wall of protection, kept my siblings and me from being destroyed. Others are dependent on us. Many have never witnessed an example of "protective custody" akin to what I have known. It is our responsibility to build the parapets for those most vulnerable to harm.

Build a parapet! Protect your family!

More than a decade ago, my father-in-law and I attended a national event convened by our church. Nearly all the between 400-450 participants were retirement age and seemed well grounded in the faith. The evening presenter spoke about the importance of leading our own children into faith in the Lord Jesus. When he asked for those who had an unsaved child, all but a dozen or 15 people stood. My father-in-law and I were among the tiny minority.

 
The preacher called on the conventioneers to meet for prayer for unsaved children 30 minutes before breakfast the following morning. I attended the morning prayer time. My father-in-law, all of whose descendants serve the Lord, was present with less than 20 others. I cannot forget the experience. It is one contributing factor to my growing sense of urgency. Nothing is more important.

 
Today I am introducing an outline of my thoughts. It is a condensation of a sermon. I will enlarge in the themes in next few posts. I will value your feedback!

 
When you build a new house, make a parapet around your roof so that you may not bring the guilt of bloodshed on your house if someone falls from the roof.
– Deuteronomy 22:8
 

Parapets are protective structures, substantive, strong, fences, barricades, strategically placed.
  • Deliberate physical protection. Homeowners, especially loving, responsible parents, are aware how attractive a roof can be to innocent children and careless youth.
  • Determined spiritual security is of greater, eternal importance and consequence than physical safety.
  • Designed for emotional wellbeing. The worlds of bullying, evil predators, and subtle media messages all require a Holy Spirit enabled vigilance.
  • Develop intellectual competence equipping children on how to think, what to value and whom to trust.
Wall One – PURPOSE: GOD’S WORDThe parapet wall of purpose is God’s Word. God’s Word is to be experienced as living, enthusiastic, vibrant, applicable in real life events and challenges. Read Deuteronomy 8:1-9 to discover God’s intentions!
  • God’s Word: dynamic foundational truth. God’s Word is clearly defined instructional PURPOSE, divine expectation delivered in a dynamic, historical setting.
  • God’s Word: formation in familial setting. The PURPOSES of God are given in a dynamic familial context – Know then in your heart that as a man disciplines his son, so the LORD your God disciplines you . . .
  • God’s Word: an abundance orientation. The command is dictated in an atmosphere of dynamic, energetic, living promise and blessing, For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land . . . God’s Word is not a handbook for religious consumerism, but it is an eternal assurance of God’s loving provision culminating in Jesus! 
Since God’s Word establishes purposes and is intended to be experienced as living, enthusiastic, vibrant, and applicable, then parents, grandparents, pastors, elders, and the whole church ought to be immersed in the all-important task of building a strong parapet

 Wall Two - PRAYER: GOD-MAN CONVERSATION
What other nation is so great as to have their gods near them the way the LORD our God is near us whenever we pray to him?
 
Deuteronomy 4:7 Moses left this bold insight for us to muse upon, consider thoroughly, and then act upon, actually pray. Prayer is conversation . . . listening and speaking.
  • Prayer as conversation, heart-to-heart, mind-to-mind, Holy Spirit-to-human spirit, and Divine will-to- human will is learned as surely as a second language.
  • Prayer is the place where the created are changed by the Creator. It is important to remember that God knows, has never learned anything, and is immutable, and unchangeable. As we wait in His presence we are transformed, have a change of heart and mind and develop new patterns in behavior.
  • Prayer is an appointment man keeps with the Lord. He teaches us what to do, where to go, how to think, and why one ought to proceed.
Parents must know that they have been with Jesus themselves, are filled with the Spirit, and conversant with the pleasure of the Lord before being effective in the parenting arts.

 
Wall Three - PEOPLE: GOD’S FAMILY
My appreciation for God’s family, the Church, increases continually.
  • God’s family is important to my faith have been instrumental in developing POWER within community.
  • God’s family is the ideal PLACE for explaining, for teachable moments.
  • God’s family meeting encourages growth to POTENTIAL in receiving and giving, genuine sharing.
Wall Four - PRACTICAL PRESENCE: GODLY EXAMPLE
  • Story telling – The legacy of faith is repeated in testimony, storytelling.
  • Song singing - Affirmations of faith, statements of truth, expressions of hope, testimonies of God’s faithfulness, affection, and interventions. Read Deuteronomy 31:19-22 and Miriam’s song in Exodus 15.
  • Social gathering - Through laughter and weeping, celebrating and struggling, success and failure, birth and death, health and sickness, and hope and despair the possibilities of God’s deliverance are kept alive!

God's Word: Parapet Wall #1

In previous posts I have celebrated the efforts my parents exerted to teach us God’s Word. The Word of God is the revelation of His person and purpose. One of the most profound moments in my spiritual development included the Holy Spirit’s revelation of John 1:14, "The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. We have seen his glory, the glory of the One and Only, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth." Is it too simplistic to believe, "Know the Word and you will know Jesus?" In my experience, the more I learn God’s Word, the more I fellowship with Jesus.

 
The first or primary parapet wall of revelation and understanding is God’s Word. Some master the text academically, can quote freely from memory, but lack passion, ownership which transforms and dictates direction.

 
God’s Word is to be experienced as living, enthusiastic, vibrant, applicable in real life events and challenges. When reading Deuteronomy 8:1-9 one discovers God’s intentions! God announced!
  • If you hear me and obey me, you will experience the promise, my intentions toward you.
  • The Lord is intent on persuading us that His ways are best. The dependence on Him resulting from humbling ourselves before His counsel is essential.
  • God’s promises and provisions are more than we can anticipate.
I trust that you have found that as true in your experience as we have. The dynamic foundational truth of God’s Word was never intended to be a code of rules and regulations, but the understructure for vibrant, hope-filled living.

 
Animated conversation, laughter, tears, celebration and lament, all simple forms of life sharing among Christians, are indicators of healthy faith and that the Word is dwelling among us! For more than ten years our family frequently visited a diner following the Sunday evening services at the church we were pastoring. "Matthew’s Colonial Diner" became more commonly known as "Saint Matthews" by those who extended the Lord’s Day of lessons, songs, prayers and preaching with fellowship born in heaven. The Word "became flesh" among us and His presence was as real while we ate bagels and French toast as when we knelt at an altar.

 
The Word learned in real-life settings is ideal.  The purposes of God are given in a dynamic familial context – Know then in your heart that as a man disciplines his son, so the LORD your God disciplines you . . . As I reflect, my father and mother were deft in offsetting some of the pulpit excesses of our home church. Our preacher once railed on the evils of playing baseball. Shortly afterward, my Dad asked us, "How would you like to go see the Tigers play the Red Sox?" (Not all discipline, training for life, is the correction of sins the sons have done!) I just finished reading a book by a seminary theology professor who was so committed to "real-life" learning that he took students across the street from his classroom to play basketball with urban kids growing up in financially and emotionally poor environments. The basketball court class sessions were concluded in the student union where the professor treated with sodas and led conversations about the meaning of the Gospel in "real-life."

 

Finally, God’s Word, if it is to be an effective parapet safeguarding the faithful, must have an abundance orientation. The commandments are dictated in an atmosphere of dynamic, energetic, living promise and blessing, For the LORD your God is bringing you into a good land . . . The Word defines a proper world view, lengthens lists of possibilities, turns our eyes upward. We ought to allow little time for dour, doubt, or room for defeat.  God’s Word is not a handbook for religious consumerism, but it is eternal assurance of God’s loving provision culminating in Jesus! 

 

Yesterday Pat tuned our TV to a "Christian" channel. The lead interviewee was a person of intense political passion, outspoken master of divisive rhetoric, and member of a cult. But, people meeting in a supposed Christian assembly applauded, worshiped and   affirmed both rhetoric and massive theological error. I became nearly irate, "vexed in my spirit" is a better term, because of the universal lack of Spiritual discernment. The lead celebrity whom I described said, "We invited Jesus, but He was busy and couldn’t make it!" God’s Word assures us otherwise. Hymns sung to affirm His character state the contrary!

 

This morning I’ll sing Isaac Watts’ poem:

I sing the mighty power of God, that made the mountains rise,
That spread the flowing seas abroad, and built the lofty skies.
I sing the wisdom that ordained the sun to rule the day;
The moon shines full at God’s command, and all the stars obey.


 

I sing the goodness of the Lord, who filled the earth with food,
Who formed the creatures through the Word, and then pronounced them good.
Lord, how Thy wonders are displayed, where’er I turn my eye,
If I survey the ground I tread, or gaze upon the sky.


 

There’s not a plant or flower below, but makes Thy glories known,
And clouds arise, and tempests blow, by order from Thy throne;
While all that borrows life from Thee is ever in Thy care;
And everywhere that we can be, Thou, God art present there.


 

God’s Word established His purposes and intentions to be experienced as living, enthusiastic, vibrant, and applicable. Parents, grandparents, pastors, elders, and the whole church ought to be immersed in the all-important task of building a strong parapet wall whose material is God’s Word. The wall of protection will keep another generation from falling into the silliness of things that feel good but in fact are sub-Christian.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

"Summer Cold: A Different Animal"

Nestles’ Chocolate, Faygo Pop, and Tootsie Rolls are iconic brands for those of us who lived through the 60's. In the 50's and 60's friends and family members drove DeSotos, Plymouths, and Henry J’s. Does anyone remember the Nash Metropolitan?

While Summer is officially ended, one cannot easily be convinced if you are in Southern Delaware today. The humid, heavy, 80+ degree air is smothering. The conditions are compounded because I have a "Summer cold." I rewind memory’s tape to the radio jingles of the 60's. An ad promoting cold and flu remedy, "Contac," said,
"A summer cold
Is a different animal
An ugly animal, too
It hits you in the summer
When you've got lots to do
Sniffles -- sneezes -- stuffy nose
Don't let it
Get you down
GET CONTAC!
Tally ho, Contac..."

I am not appealing for sympathy, but I can attest to the fact, Contac’s jingle looks pretty good to me! I’ll get back on track writing as soon as I get the "different animal" out of the room!