Someone suggested I do a series on praying for wives. I responded favorably to this person, because, quite frankly, she has good ideas. Second of all, she’s been thinking through this in large part due to her re-reading A Praying Life, which is the best darn book on prayer I’ve ever read. I recommend you check it out. Before too long, I’m going to try to get something going at Redeemer which studies this book.

Third of all, I need to do a better job of specifically praying for my lovely wife Amy. I don’t say that with false humility, as though I really pray an hour a day for her and just “feel” like its not enough. I need to grow in this area because the enemy would love to bring her down (bring her down to China town like Robert Deniro in Meet the Parents), especially here in WV, where the god of this age has blinded the hearts of many from the gospel in favor of a be-good and try-hard, rules-first type false gospel. He’s not happy we’re here as I’ve been warned (after I signed on of course!) and experienced.

Anyhow, as a result of these posts, I feel like I’ll be more structured and intentional in doing battle with the Spirit for the heart of Amy: that she would fully delight in the gospel. For husbands reading these posts, I hope that it will beneficial to you in praying for your wives. I don’t consider myself an authority on anything outside of using artificial jerkbaits for snook in shallow water grass flats on an outgoing tide.

So I welcome your comments on praying for your wives. Please comment.

For wives, I hope these posts can encourage you to expect bigger prayer from your husbands. We men are always running from real sacrificial leadership-either running over by dominating or by running away to work or hobbies. We need to be challenged by our wives. We should have no problem with our wives coming up to us and saying, “How seriously are you praying for me, my heart, my challenges, my world, etc…”

So I hope women will boldly approach their husbands, parents, siblings, male friends, and expect bigger things.

Finally, Amy will be guest blogging, and discussing how women can better pray for their husbands. I’m really excited about this. Should be fun ya’ll.

Well I need to amend my last post about leaving for a more capacious condo. Some mis-communication between a husband who had already promised the place to fire-displaced family, and a wife who was promising to lease the place to a smoke-displaced family (us) ended up leaving us on the short end. I guess in the smoke, fire, ash (like rock-scissors-paper) world, fire beats smoke every time.

Unfortunately I just found out last night while driving home from Chic-Fil-A. I was going to sign the lease less than 12 hours later. That was one of the harder phone calls I’ve taken in some time.

I now get to see if my theology really makes a difference in my life. The landlord has already had our place all but leased, and the condo’s in the area are just more money for much of the same. Decisions have to be made soon and there is no handwriting on the wall.

I profess a God who is Sovereign and in control of all aspects of life and yet one who is also Immanent: he even knows and cares about the decreasing number of hairs on my head. So in other words, do I actually believe what I say I believe. Do we? Or do we, like Miracle Max in the Princess Bride, “partly” or “mostly” believe? I doubt any of us believe as much as we think we believe.

I slept well last night. I’m hoping to make it two in a row. But there are also hours in the day where I have to believe. If you are like me and have trouble “fully” believing, you/we are in “luck.” I have to go back to this passage a lot: Mark 9:24-“I believe; help my unbelief!”
I’m glad Mark recorded that one.

Jesus accepts “part” and messy belief and does something with it. Fortunately.

Well Amy and I are moving again. Not to West VA this time-since we are already here-but to another more capacious and smoke-free condo. We battled the smoke monster, not the one from Lost (this one was invisible and comprised 2nd hand cigarette smoke), for too long. It just became apparent last week that our “firearms” (this time like the smoke monster from Lost) were useless against the beast.

So after a month in Sleepy Hollow, we shall move to another, older community. We definitely got our money’s worth in the “sleepy” department because we could hear our neighbor’s 4 am alarm clock and concomitant snooze button pressing. So that was at least as advertised, in some strange sense.

Providentially (why do I feel the need to say this, when I believe ALL things are ordained by God?) another condo opened up the day after Amy and Connar came for their first visit in January, and we just figured it was out of our price range. Little did we know we would be renting out our house in Bradenton for the same price just a month later. The condo was still open this past Saturday when I got clearance to end our lease.

So that leads me to the question I’ve had in my head the last few days. Why didn’t we just move there in the first place? Why did we feel strongly that Sleepy Hollow was the way to go in order to be good stewards of our money?

Could it be that a particular family we met will eventually come to Redeemer (we’ve been praying hard for one)? Or that Amy can build on the relationships with young mothers she made in the month of March? Could it be that God just wanted us to lose our deposit and have less money in our account, and so depend upon him more?

The answer, my friend, may be blowing in the wind, but it’s also part of God inviting us into His story of redemption. Often we just don’t get these specific answers, and it is more often than not futile and frustrating to even seek and expect something so clear.

Ultimately though the story of many small happenings in our lives is being incorporated into the over-arching story of Jesus bringing His glory and Kingdom to Earth. Our mundane stories collide and are caught up into the meta-narrative of God.

I don’t know why this temporary move had to happen-and I’m not saying this in a complaining/self-pitying sort of way-but somehow it happened for the over all purpose of God’s glory and our good. Even mistakes we make, if we did indeed make one this time-and I don’t think we did-are still good for something: His glory and our display of that glory. Fortunately or else I’d walk around angry all day long.

More than a few years ago, an NFL kicker by the name of Bill Grammatica actually tore his ACL (anterior cruciate ligament-in the knee) while celebrating one of his field goals. During his brief career in Arizona from 2001-2003, Grammatica became well known more for his celebrations than his actual kicks. The same thing went for his brother Martin “Automatica Grammatica,” who played with Tampa Bay for a number of years until he mysteriously started missing his field goals.

The neat thing is that Bill still laughs about it. Christians have much to learn from Bill. We of all people, actually have the freedom to laugh at ourselves and how much we mess up. The ability to laugh at oneself is the natural application of the freedom from condemnation (Rom 8:1) and shame. Other people can laugh at us or with us too, because not only is “Jesus just alright with me (as the Doobie Brothers sang),” but “I’m just alright with Jesus” (as we can sing). And if that is the case, who cares how you look before others?

Some of us hate to look back on embarrassment, failure, and stupidity in our past. We don’t want anyone to know about it, and we certainly won’t tell others. Many times-though I don’t mean to say every instance-our unwillingness to laugh at ourselves, or even talk about mistakes in our past, comes from a simple disbelief in the gospel.

The gospel gives us the freedom to laugh at the past and the freedom to celebrate the future.
Even if in that celebration we lose our balance and tear our ACL. Just try to stick the landing-another thing we learned from Bill.

Tim Tebow will no doubt experience some verbal persecution for being a Christian in the NFL. We should all experience a type of persecution if we live godly lives (II Tim 3:12)-I say that not flippantly, but wondering where my persecution is besides the cigarette smoke which has finally stopped invading our condo and lungs.

Activity like this, requesting players bow their heads in prayer before taking the Wonderlic test, may result in people disliking Tebow. However I wonder whether or not this is truly persecution, or simply non-Christians angered because they are expected to perform Christian activities.

I wanted to post about this fairly soon after I read the report. But providentially, I was hindered by the start of a presbytery retreat and then saw another report repudiating the incident. From Tebow’s mouth himself. I should have known better.

I think that pretty much proves the point about persecution. Some people will love you, as they did Jesus. Some folks will hate you, as they did Jesus. Even when you show love and respect, and honor others above yourselves, you’ll still “mess up,” even when you don’t truly mess up. Stories of us doing what we didn’t do will eventually surface. When they do, we can relax and entrust ourselves to the God who will one day set the records straight. Remember, persecution is what we “signed” up for.

I’m a slow reader. Very slow. I actually envy those who read quickly. I took a speed reading class in college and it just didn’t do the trick.

Yet every so often (like ever few years) I’ll pick up a book and finish it quicker than it takes me to mail something to Florida. Such was the case with this book: Not Without Hope. I alluded to the 4 boaters (all played either college or NFL) in my last sermon on Jonah 2, and then quickly ordered the book.

Not Without Hope chronicles their trip out 75 miles into the Gulf of Mexico, the bonehead decision that landed them in the water, and what happened while they waited for rescue. I didn’t find the book brilliantly written, but you could argue neither are Hemingway’s books. Yet Earnest Hemingway was brilliantly simple in his writing and so I guess, perhaps, that’s one of the reasons why I kept turning the pages. Conversational language along with a riveting survival story, and in the water. That’s my bag.

But again, reading a story in which you already know 3 out of 4 human beings die is tough. So I felt the dichotomy of excitement and sadness.

God is not absent in the story, according to Nick Shuyler, as the survivors cry out to God, and read the Lord’s prayer several times together. Schuyler, who describes himself as, “not as religious as Marquis and Corey,” regularly cries out for God’s help.

This was probably the hardest part to read. They all cried out to God, yet only one of them saw deliverance.

All of us, who are still alive, have cried out to God, and felt like He didn’t deliver us out of our situation. Or that He didn’t deliver us in a “timely” manner; for me the time is always “now” and God will often say, “not yet.” That’s actually one of the main reasons why the early Jews didn’t believe Jesus was the Messiah: he some things “right,” but didn’t do enough “now.”

Many saints (Christians) have cried out to God, and have not been delivered from their situation. But though they’ve left this world crying, they’ve entered into a new world laughing. Jesus often chooses to deliver us from death, but sometimes he delivers us directly to Himself via death.

So did He fall through on His promise in such cases? No. The good news for us is Romans 8:38: “neither death nor life, angels nor rulers…..sharks or drowning (GIV-Geoff’s International Translation) can separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

How he delivers us is up for grabs, His grabs. Where He delivers us is not. Take it not from me, but from one who the Lord delivered from many situations, and eventually delivered him straight to Himself via an early death: “The Lord will rescue me from every evil deed and bring me safely into his heavenly kingdom. To him be the glory forever and ever. Amen. (II Tim 4:18)”

I don’t know how many years I’ve filled out NCAA tournament brackets in hopes of guessing enough of the winners correctly to win some sort of prize. Maybe cash, maybe pride. I’m not sure if I’ve ever really won, except for maybe once, but then my roommates bowed out of their obligation and Repo Men hadn’t come out yet-so I had no idea you could take out organs as payment.

This year 10 of us from Redeemer joined up to do an on-line tourney that tallies everything up. Its quite nifty, actually. The plus side of filling out brackets and having a winner is that we’re all (or at least that’s the plan) going out to eat after the tourney is over. Well, that and the fact that you have a vested interest in seeing teams like Southwestern Wisconsin Tech vs. North Georgia Weslyean. Games that you would otherwise not care about become something special.

But there is a problem with filling out brackets and putting your hope in something of which you have absolutely control over: upsets. When you don’t pick an upset, like a 15 Robert Morris over 2 Villanova (which almost happened) or 14 Ohio University over 3 Georgetown (which did happen and eliminated one of my Elite 8 picks), you get, well, upset.

Instead of celebrating a “cinderella” type story like Ohio, you pull against it. Instead of seeing the beauty of an upset, against-all-odds-type story, you pull for the boring, standard outcome. Simply because that is the way you planned it.

It reminds me of life. There are probably a lot of beautiful “upsets” in life which I fail to rejoice in because the normal, boring, safe and expected outcome which I “picked,” doesn’t happen. But as I think about it, if life is only vanilla, and the outcome is only as expected, then I’d not experience the beauty of the cinderella-type upsets where God comes through against all odds.

Our senior pastor Barret Jordan has been going through Revelation, and spending a good bit of time on the first several chapters. I think this is a wise approach, because most interpretive grids often forget these early chapters as a reason WHY the book was written.

On a side note, The Millenial Maze is a book which graciously, not angrily, dogmatically, or presumptuously, deals with the different ways of interpreting Revelation’s end times scenarios.

Anyhow, Barret encouraged the congregation to consider what it means, “….to have abandoned the love you had at first (Rev 2:5).” There are several clues to exactly what it means to have “abandoned the love,” and you can hear Barret’s exposition here. His conclusion was that “abandoning the love” referred to a church’s inward turning, where it stops being a light to the community.

The result of “abandoning the love” is something that is perspicuous and not debatable: Jesus says “I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place, unless you repent.” (Rev 2:5)

That’s pretty straightforward.

And we cannot deny that Jesus has done this throughout history. Churches will open and then they will close. Exactly what leads to their closing may not be something any onlooker or member can with certainty pinpoint. However, we should all realize Jesus is not afraid to shut down a church when it abandons it’s first love and ceases to be a city on a hill.

This happens cross-denominationally. I’ve seen it happen in both presbyteries I’ve served in, and I know it will continue to happen. And Barret reminded us that it could and will happen here at Redeemer, should we choose to squabble amongst ourselves and ignore our community.

The takhomasak (to be Steak-N-Shakean) application from this sermon, and from this passage is to regularly repent of ignoring the community. Nowhere does Jesus promise that an individual church will last forever.

But this is also somewhat encouraging. It shouldn’t do anything to our faith when we see church’s close their doors. Jesus says it will happen. But his church universal will not fail to move forward, even when numbers of local churches will come and go. Jesus will build His church, and He will always have some sort of lampstand around until He returns.

So when we see churches-in the past tense-like this one off I-64 in WV, we can both repent and relax.

You can click here if you want to here his sermon.

I heard a snippet of an interview on the Dan Patrick show yesterday. In the interview, Dan Patrick poked and prodded in reference to a previous interview where Kentucky coach John Callipari said he would “wrestle John Wall (his starting point guard) to the ground if he decided to return and play for him the following season.”

John Wall is projected to be the number one pick in the NBA draft this year. He’s also a freshmen. So why stay in school, when the only thing you can do is hurt yourself: either by actually getting hurt, or by hurting your draft stock-the only place to go is down.

Callipari gave his reasoning behind “wrestling” on the most recent interview and it went something like this: “I don’t need him to build my coaching credentials, to get more wins for the program, to make me look better. I want him to do what’s in his best interest, not my best interest.”

Now we pastors don’t have to worry about anyone getting “drafted.” Outside of Enoch (Gen 5:24) and Elijah (II Kings 2:11) who got “drafted” into heaven before death, I don’t think Jesus is going to do that again until He returns (I Thess 4:16-17) and finishes His Kingdom work of making all things new (and not before then).

Nevertheless we as pastors, and we who are involved in the local church will experience people moving to find work, get promotions, be near or take care of ailing family, or retire. This is hard, especially when our “starting point guards” decide it is time to move.

But I think Callipari, reminds us all to consider the good of the “player” and the good that the “player” may do by moving elsewhere. Even if it is hard for the local congregation. And it has been hard for me over the years.

I don’t know a whole lot about Dr. Martin Lloyd-Jones, but I have a few of his commentaries, and know enough to know that I should know more about this lad. That might have made sense. Here’s a short video biography, should you be interested. Sounds like an awesome guy.

My only beef with the video was the narrator’s approval of preaching without any mention of current events, humor, or anecdotes. Now in a time where the main goal of a worship service has often shifted to entertainment and emotion, this might be a helpful reminder.

However, when preaching God’s Word, I think it is always a good idea to illustrate. Jesus used illustrations/allusions in his ministry, and not only in his illustrative parables (vine and branches, living water). And it was His idea that the prophets regularly illustrated their points with object lessons. Ezekiel had to lay on his side for 390 days and prepare bread made over cow patties. How’s that for a children’s object lesson!

The Puritans also illustrated their material-fortunately because they are not always the easiest to read. But I benefited from Jeremiah Burroughs illustrations in The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment. The illustrations were quite helpful in understanding and application.

Why shouldn’t illustrations/allusions/stories where God has done amazing work, be part of the preached word? Especially when such were so prevalent in God’s Word and His Church over the generations.