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reformation not reset.

Reformation Day is October 31st. On it, we remember Martin Luther nailing his 95 Theses to the door of the castle church door. It was not done in anger or division. It was done in Love, inviting others to come and have dialogue about these particular topics. The goal was to hold all other things loosely, as we held onto Jesus firmly. To seek a living and faithful vision of being the body of Christ.

I still remember the words of an older woman at a previous church. We were having a discussion about the grace of God, and being thankful. I believe her intention was to illustrate just how gracious she believed our God was. But the statement she made caught me off guard: “I believe there will even be Catholics in heaven.” I stumbled through a knee-jerk response about yes of course, because Jesus and all that.

Discussions about Heaven vs. New Creation aside for now, I remember trying to control the contortions of my eyes in that moment. I wanted to affirm the graciousness of God, and also knew this was not the place to point out the oddness of her statement. But it has stuck with me. In over 2 decades of ministry now, I can verify – she’s not alone in her view, unfortunately. She’s probably not even to blame for some of the residual anti-Catholicism (Catholiphobia?) woven into the fabric of her faith. I’ve read at least one account of Christian missionaries from the late 1800’s heading overseas to minister in areas overrun with “Muslims and Catholics”. We have had some unfortunate missed opportunities to work together for the Loving purposes of Jesus. But we’re all responsible for what we’re actively weaving today, and so it seems worth this reminder.

A reminder that seems obvious: What we now call “The Catholic Church” was the primary/largest body of Christ-followers for at least the first 1,500 years. (There have continued to be great contributions to our shared inheritance in Christ after that as well – but that’s for another blog post.) That means there are treasure troves of writing, worship, art, theology, and testimonies from faithful women and men who were pursuing life by the Holy Spirit of God sent by the resurrected Jesus Christ. To assume the Protestant Reformation started the “one true Church”, is to turn our backs on incredibly rich history, gifts of wisdom, and beautiful words of devotion by those who wrestled with and enjoyed their faith in Jesus. The historic Church gave us gifts like The Didache, The Patristic texts/Desert Fathers, Apostle’s Creed & Nicene Creed. We have artistic expressions like ancient Icons, Beowulf, the Book of Kells, and illustrated manuscripts. We have practices like Breath Prayers, Fasting, the Eucharist, Confession (to one another), Lectio Divina, Annoining with Oil, Prayer Labyrinths, Visio Divina, Ora et Labora, and plenty of others to draw from – like different shaped buckets all uniquely great at dipping into the refreshing (& transformational) Living Well our Father has revealed in Jesus and made available by His Holy Spirit.

This week invites us to step, even if cautiously and experimentally, into those deep waters as we recognize “All Saints’ Day” (November 1st). While all around us we have silly costumes, candy, and celebrations of harvesttime – we followers of Jesus have a unique ability to embrace these moments for something greater. How often can you so easily approach any of your neighbors to say hello, learn more about each other, and express gratitude for their presence? If you’ve already spent time building relationships, what a great opportunity for us to be purposeful in mentioning, “My faith tradition has a celebration this week of the ‘saints’ – people who lived in ways that exemplified the Love revealed in Jesus. Who is someone you’re thankful for – as a person who revealed Love to you?” Take a moment to listen to their heart. Share your own memories of someone who shared the Love of Jesus in your own life. Talk about how such Love brings healing, and offer to pray for any areas of their life in need of healing.

In Mark 9, John approaches Jesus and says, “Teacher, we saw someone casting out demons in your name, and we tried to stop him because he was not following us.” But Jesus said, “Do not stop him, for no one who does a deed of power in my name will be able soon afterward to speak evil of me. Whoever is not against us is for us. For truly I tell you, whoever gives you a cup of water to drink because you bear the name of Christ will by no means lose the reward.” (Mark 9:38-41)

There are so many more words we could say. There is much wisdom in we Protestant brothers and sisters re-cognizing (to “know again”) the importance of “Confession” in our spiritual practices. The amount of healing God has wired such moments for in our brains, especially as these things occur in the power of His presence….Lord, help us to remember. If you want to rediscover “Confession” without going to a “Confessional”, check out www.discipleshipbands.com. It’s an incredibly valuable practice for our spiritual, emotional, mental, and relational health.

All of this to say – let’s share more fully in the rich inheritance of Jesus, all of His followers, and His Kingdom together.

We fam. 🙂

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A Woman of Prayer

Sometime in the early-middle of my serving as one of the pastors in Decatur, Illinois, there was a woman who impressed me in the area of prayer. We were hosting an “All Night Prayer” at Moundford Free Methodist Church. We weren’t a giant congregation, and many people had other commitments, families to care for, or work that prevented them from coming. But we knew it was important, and so planned to spend most of the night in the sanctuary, or walking from room to room praying over the ministry that happened there and the lives/homes of those involved as they came to mind.

Confession: I’m a morning person. When I stay up late, I drift off easily unless I’m doing something active or with a lot of people. Suffice to say, I was challenged by my abilities to stay awake around 11:30pm as we slowly walked through the church, saying and whispering prayers that came to mind. Yet in the midst of these things, I was challenged all night long by the presence of this older woman, Velva, who was almost 100 years old and seemed like she’d just drank 2 Red Bulls of prayer. She had obviously drank deeply from the wells of God’s Love, and was living from a continued gratitude for all He had done in her life – and an urgent heart that wanted her family and friends to know this same hope and love she’d discovered.

As the years went forward, her heart and prayers never abated. Even when she stopped leaving her home as much, she would text me her prayers once in a while. She prayed for our family as we fought to bring our daughter home from the DRC. She prayed for our family as we decided to become missionaries. I remember visiting her not long after we made that decision, with our daughters at her home. She prayed with us, told us how much she loved Jesus, and showed us some of her paintings. She was not only an artist, she was worshiping actively by connecting to the creative heart of her creator. It was obvious that she had tapped into deep wells of His Love and life, and it just oozed out of her whenever you were able to connect.

At one point, she asked if she could paint a specific scene for us – and what we might want. Sarah and I thought for a while, and then described the kind of scene we’d love to have her put onto canvas for us. It wasn’t long before she messaged that her artwork was ready, and we should come pick it up. Of course it’s beautiful, inspiring, and very much as we’d described to her. On the back, she’d even written for us to remember “From Velva….Age 103”. What a beautiful gift, and it hangs in my office today.

Velva’s painting, along with the final text message she’d sent me.

As we went to Hungary, I made sure she understood we could still keep in touch. She would text me (thanks iMessage, for helping people stay connected on the other side of the world easily!) and ask how the ministry was going, how the family was doing, or just to tell me she was praying for my “sweet family”. I would try to send her pictures of natural beauty that reminded me of the nature scenes she painted. We both agreed – His creation was beautiful, and deserved to be paid attention to.

I never knew when her text messages might arrive, especially when we lived in Hungary. Because of the time difference, sometimes they’d arrive in the middle of the night for me. But I always smiled when I’d check my phone, and see all the heart emojis, praying hand emojis, and a few words to remind me our family was in her prayers, and asking me to affirm, “Isn’t the Lord good??” Yes, He is good, and His Love endures forever. Our frail human bodies, however, do not. It didn’t seem like it could ever happen, but on February 25th, 2023, Velva finally went home to be with Jesus fully. Now she is with the Father, waiting for the completion of all He has in store at New Creation.

I am so thankful for Velva. For her prayers, and for the ways she encouraged and loved our family – even from a distance. I want to encourage you – reach out to your missionaries, your overseas friends, and the people who come to your mind and heart. It doesn’t take much – just a few emoji’s and a reminder “You’re in my prayers today. Remember you are loved.” Know that you are loved yourself as well, and take a moment to notice the beauty of God’s creation – even if it takes a while to find it. It’s worth noticing.

I smile, imagining that perhaps God would hand Velva the paintbrush for some grand sunset, and whisper “Here…you do this one…”

Posted in Different Scriptures, Spoken Word

Jeremiah 32:1-9, 36-41

There are some leaders
Who only want the good news.
As if their prophets had
The ability to choose.

King Zedekiah was
A very powerful man.
But he led God’s people
So far from God’s plan.

He sacrificed children
Upon altars of lies,
And God would use Babylon
To help them realize.

But God would regather
His people one day.
After an exile
They’d return to stay.

When they do return
They would be single minded,
Their hearts to Gods’
They will have binded.

God makes a covenant
To never stop doing good,
When their hearts and minds
Turn to Him as they should.

They will be firmly planted
In the land of what’s New,
Trusting in God
To guide all that they do.

(So if we’re not living
In unending good,
There’s a chance idols
Have more room than they should.)