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God’s Economy of Prayer

Ten of us meet every Wednesday night at the church for a prayer time. Been doing it all summer. Two of us are elders, plus our wives. None of the others hold any leadership positions in the church. But they are precious people, regular in coming to pray for the church. God doesn’t view people the same way we do. He doesn’t add up education and talents and IQ and articulateness and the size of your church, and assign worth. His scale is totally different.

Jennifer is a young girl, maybe 18, with a learning disability. Very poor family. She works at Taco Bell. She has difficulty reading. Every Wednesday we discuss prayer needs and praises, and then split up for about ten minutes of individual prayer, with the group scattering around the sanctuary. Afterwards, tonight, I asked each person to mention one matter of prayer that has been on their minds.

“How about it, Jennifer? What’s something that’s been on your mind for prayer?”

A little coaxing was needed. But finally she said very quietly, “The worship team.” And it immediately choked me up. She said that ever since Chris Kuntz, our worship leader, left for a position in another church, she has been praying for the worship team. I type this with water-soaked eyes.

Chris has been gone six weeks, and we’ve struggled to adjust without a strong lead singer. It’s not been easy. We’ve all had to make adjustments, and we acutely feel Chris’s absence. We have definitely needed prayer. But how did Jennifer, who has nothing to do with the worship team, know that?

Prayer often arises out of a personal burden, out of some sense that this particular need requires sustained prayer. When God looked down at the Anchor congregation, wondering whom to give a special burden for the worship team, he passed over the elders. He passed over the board members. He passed over Sunday school teachers. And he went to Jennifer. Meek, timid Jennifer. For six weeks now, Jennifer has been praying for us. And I had no idea.

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Things I Don’t Like

  • Little yappy dogs.
  • Spicy hot food.
  • Putting up Christmas lights.
  • Hockey.
  • Tank tops.
  • Movies involving the occult.
  • Stupid subdivision rules, like you can’t have a shed.
  • Prepositional phrases.
  • Fussing over biblical prophecy.
  • Winters with snow. I loved living in Arizona.
  • FOX News (a wholly owned subsidiary of the Bush Administration).
  • People who chew with their mouth open.
  • Splash pages on websites.
  • Upscale Christian colleges. Like the Bush Administration, they broaden the gap between the rich and poor, haves and have-nots.
  • Drummers who try to sing (Ringo, Phil Collins, Don Henley…).
  • Clams.
  • Nancy Grace. Like fingernails on a blackboard.
  • People who drive Hummers. They shouldn’t be allowed to breed.
  • Obnoxious ringtones. The cuteness factor wore off years ago.
  • Mail-in rebates. Don’t make me jump through hoops to get a discount.
  • Dress shoes.
  • Blood tests. I’m a wimp.
  • Anything but the aisle seat on airplanes.
  • Dress shoes.
  • Singing choruses over and over.
  • Tomato juice.
  • Restrictions on how women can serve in a church.
  • Choosing teams. Requires that someone get chosen last.
  • Gas stations that make you pay inside. I won’t use them.
  • KMart and CVS Pharmacies.
  • Hotels with outdoor access to rooms.
  • Pipe organs.
  • Email forwards which still contain all the header crap from previous senders.
  • Call waiting. It’s just plain rude.
  • Taco pizza.
  • Attending Sunday school in a church I’m visiting.
  • People who talk on cell phones in restaurants.
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Book: In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day

In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy DayMark Batterson gave the opening keynote at the MinistryCOM conference I attended in August. He started National Community Church in Washington, D.C., a ministry that now includes three churches, all of which meet in two movie theaters and a coffeehouse. It’s a very innovative church. Batterson had some great stuff for us.

He has written a book with what has got to be the best title ever: In a Pit with a Lion on a Snowy Day. It will be released on October 1, and you can buy it at Amazon, which is something I recommend, based on reading the opening chapter (he sent it to me for review purposes).

The title is based on Banaiah who, according to 2 Samuel 23, “chased a lion down into a pit. Then, despite the snow and slippery ground, he caught the lion and killed it.” Batterson fills out the story in a very entertaining way. Imagine Benaiah and the lion coming face to face, then the lion–not the human–turns tail and runs away. And Benaiah chases it. The lion falls into a pit with snow on the ground, and Benaiah stupidly jumps into the pit and kills the killer cat. This is not a story I learned in Sunday school, for some reason.

Batterson says we often equate holiness as the things we don’t do–holiness by “subtracting something from our lives that shouldn’t be there.” But in what he calls “opportunity stewardship,” he thinks God is more concerned with the things we don’t do, but should have done. “You can do nothing wrong and still do nothing right. Those who simply run away from sin are half-Christians. Our calling is much higher than simply running away from what’s wrong. We’re called to chase lions.”

He also points out that not every lion chaser kills the lion. Sometimes opportunities don’t work out. But you were still chasing a lion. I think of some church planters and missionaries I know who gave up everything to pursue God’s calling, and things went bust. But I still admire them. They jumped into a pit on a snowy day and at least tried to kill a lion.

So that’s what Mark Batterson’s book is about. And I’m looking forward to reading the whole thing.

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Anchor’s First Block Party

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Pastor Tim and I (sitting with our backs to the wall; I’m on the right with the white shirt) talking with a table filled with people who live near the church, but whom we had never met.

On Saturday, Anchor held a “block party.” We sent invitations to over 100 homes on our street and on nearby streets, passed out flyers, and used a big banner out front to invite neighborhood people to a free chicken BBQ meal (Nelson’s pit BBQ!). We also invented students from the Literacy Alliance, a group which meets at Anchor on Monday and Thursday nights to help people obtain their GED. We rented a Moonwalk outside for the kids. We didn’t know how many would come, but it seemed like a good thing to try.

I consider it a huge success. I figure probably 40 people came. I got the chance to sit down and talk to all but two of them (the two in the picture that Pastor Tim is talking to). The people were very appreciative that we would do something like this. Some attended church, some didn’t. We weren’t intending to hit them with the gospel or some hard sell. It was just an chance to get acquainted, and to thank our neighbors for putting up with our very loud concerts (with concert-goers eating up all of the street parking).

I talked to one family yesterday that lived on our street. They had a junior high girl and a high school boy. Seemed like nice folks. This morning, the girl came, by herself, to the 9:00 (early) service. She was sitting by herself at one of our tables in the back of the sanctuary, so when the music was done, I made a point of sitting there with her. I even remembered her name, which is a rather stupendous accomplishment for me.

Perhaps more folks from the block party will trickle in now and then. I talked to two young boys, as they devoured the chicken, asked me when we would do this again. I told him we would probably do it again next year. One of them told me, “I think you should do it” (and he paused to think) “three times a year.” So I guess he liked it.

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Friday Night Football

Last night I went to a high school football game for the first time since I was a sophomore in high school, back in Lake Havasu City, Ariz. I never attended a football game at the California school where I attended my last two years of high school, and haven’t attended one since. Haven’t had a reason to. But last night Pam’s niece, Kelsey, was playing the sousaphone in the Whitco marching band, and since Pam’s Mom and step-dad were out from California, we all went.

They honored the Whitco team that won the state championship 20 years ago. Probably 40 players from that team, along with coaches and various other personnel, including five cheerleaders, were lined up in front of the home crowd during halftime, and the announcer read off information about each one–name, the person’s position/role in 1986, where the person lives now, and where he/she works. I was amazed that the vast majority of them still live in the general area, with a large number still in South Whitley. Interesting. Only one guy was wearing his letter jacket, or could fit into his letter jacket, and he was serving in the military in Alabama.

Beyond that, I have no great insights to share. No wise ruminations about then-and-now, how sports brings a small town together, kids today vs. in my era, and nonsense like that. So I’ll stop.

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Ann Kiemel, Wherefore Hast Thou Been?

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I have rediscovered Ann Kiemel.

I love Donald Miller’s writing. But having finished Blue Like Jazz and Searching for God Knows What, I’ve been searching for someone else who writes with such authenticity. Searching in vain.

Until, last weekend, I thought about Ann Kiemel, whose books I devoured during my post-college days of the 1980s. She wrote in simple free verse, and mostly just told about her encounters with people and how she shared Christ with them. She was a great inspiration to me, and since we were both single at the time, I felt a kinship of sorts.

Then she agreed to marry Will Anderson. I saw her doing such amazing things to influence people–not only people in her immediate sphere of influence, but people like me who read her books. Now she was abandoning all of that (abandoning me!) to live on a farm in Idaho and raise a family. She has, indeed, pretty much disappeared from the Christian landscape.

I found two of Ann’s books on my shelf, I’m Out to Change My World and Yes! I brought them home. Though her recent years have not been good (I understand that she wrote a book in 2004 airing some dirty linen), there was an exceptional real-ness to those earlier years when she wrote those books which moved me so much. Would her writing still move me?

Well…it does. The other morning I read six chapters (they’re short) in I’m Out to Change My World, and in each one, I got choked up. The Agnostic, God is So Good, The Taxi Driver, Homesick GI, Ordinary Days, Spinach and Dreams. This heart for God which so captivated me 20-some years ago still comes through, and I find myself, today, again inspired by her words:

I’m an ordinary girl in a big world,
but I’m going to change it–
God and I
and love.

UPDATE August 2012: Ann Kiemel has returned to writing, with her own blog. Check it out at AnnKiemel.com.

Additional posts about Ann Kiemel Anderson:

 

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Chop Off Your Finger — But Hey, Keep Working!

A month ago, Dad chopped off the very end of his middle finger on his left hand. I learned about that this afternoon when I dropped by for a visit. Dad was working on my nephew’s house in Willshire, Ohio, when a window pane came down and sliced it off. So he wrapped up the finger in a cloth and drove himself to the hospital in Decatur, Indiana, where he underwent surgery. They removed some skin from his inner elbow and grafted it onto the end of the finger.

And then, Dad drove back to my nephew’s house and worked another three hours. I would like to say that my 73-year-old Dad merely suffers from short-term memory loss, and forgot that he had just chopped off his finger. But no, there’s nothing wrong with his memory. He told me that since the finger was still numb, he knew it wouldn’t hurt. So why not do something productive?

At this point, I realize, definitively, that I am adopted. Because whatever DNA Dad possesses that prompted him to return to work after lopping off part of a finger and undergoing surgery–well, I don’t own a speck of that DNA. Heck, I left work early Monday because I felt nauseus. I need to commence searching the internet for my real parents. Is there a Wimps-R-Us.com website?

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Evangelical Flight to the Suburbs

Well, bummer. Churches are fleeing the part of the city where my church exists. It’s not that there are fewer people in our area. No, these churches just want to make their future in a different part of town. A “better” part, perhaps.

First it was Abundant Life Tabernacle, which wants to buy First Assembly’s building on the north side of town (while First Assembly moves to the old Calvary Temple building). Just heard about that on Sunday. St. Francis University, right across the street from Abundant Life, will buy that property. So that’s one major church exiting our neighborhood.

Tonight I heard that the Wesleyan church, just down the street from us, plans to relocate to the suburbs. The good ol’ suburbs. That’s where it’s at. Forget about all those people living in the inner parts of the city. Sure, they need Christ. But do they have money? No. You can’t build a church on poor people. You need bucks. And the suburbs is where you find bucks. Lawyers, doctors, businessmen–they’re in the suburbs. Those people deep in the city–they’re just a bunch of uneducated, high-maintenance losers. God doesn’t care about them nearly as much as he does the people in the suburbs with nicely-groomed yards.

Yeah, I’m ticked. I’m sure there are all kinds of places like our neighborhood throughout the city. But does anybody think of planting a church in places like that? Not usually. No, you plant a church in the fast-growing suburbs, so you can cherry-pick the middle and upper-middle classes, and maybe land a truly rich person or two. That’s what my denomination has done for about as long as I’ve been around–go to the suburbs–and it seems to be everybody else’s strategy, too. When denominations talk about planting churches in major cities, what they really mean is plant churches in the suburbs. But there’s a whole lot more to cities than rich suburbs. Sure, maybe they plan to have a “mission outreach” into poorer neighborhoods. But to base yourself there? No way.

I’m sure Jesus would go straight to the suburbs, so he could hob-nob with rich people. Forget about the poor and needy. Let them drive to the suburbs. Oh, they don’t have a vehicle? Well, maybe they can take the bus. (Okay, Steve, take a breath, chill.)

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Starbucks and Sports

Today, with the promise of a free drink at Starbucks, I filled out an online survey about my customer experience. One of the final questions asked my age. The last category was “50 and above.” I’m 49. In less than one month, I will be in Starbucks’ oldest demographic segment. Ugh.

Meanwhile, in sports:

  • The Colts had a tough time with Jacksonville yesterday, yet still prevailed. Lots of people were predicting a Jaguars win. Looks to me like the Colts will do just fine without Edge.
  • Michigan State really blew it. They had the game in hand, and let the Irish come back. But I’m happy with the result.
  • George Bush, Sr., will flip the coin at tonight’s first football game back in the New Orleans Superdome. Then at halftime we’ll here from U2 and Green Day. That’s Green Day, as in Billy Joe Armstrong singing “Don’t Want to be an American Idiot,” which skewers a particular George Jr. Interesting.
  • When I get home from church on Sundays, I have the choice of watching ESPN’s pro football roundup, or the FoxSports pregame show. ESPN has Chris Berman, Mike Ditka, Michael Irvin, and Ron Jawarski. Fox has Terry Bradshaw, Howie Long, and Jimmie Johnson. Can’t go wrong with either. The CBS team, despite Dan Marino and Boomer and Phil Simms, is a distant third. But hey, the subject is still football, so I’ll listen anyway.
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Thoughts on the News Programs

I can barely stomach Fox News anymore. Sorry, Mom and Dad. It’s just so blatantly partisan, a rubber-stamping lapdog for all things Republican. That morning “Fox and Friends” show is an absolute joke. Greta is relegated to the Nancy Grace universe, doing “missing white girl” stories. Bill O’Reilly is becoming a caricature of himself; I just don’t buy his purported fairness anymore, and it is most definitely a spin zone. Britt Hume has begun trashing anyone who questions anything about the Bush Administration (most recently Colin Powell). Hannity and Colmes just play roles, and their views are entirely predictable. The only thing on Fox that I still like is Shepherd Smith’s news hour. He’s unique, and that show deals with actual news. Whatta concept.

The whole “fair and balanced” thing is make-believe, like the term “compassionate conservative.” Terms designed to fool you whilst they act in ways totally contrary to their own label. Fox News is occasionally fair, rarely balanced (though lightyears from either on “Fox and Friends”). When they assemble several commentators, show me the one who leans left?

CNN has this liberal label, but I don’t see it. In general. CNN still aspires to be a professional, objective worldwide news channel, and since they do, indeed, have a worldwide presence, they’re probably the only American broadcaster which can lay that claim with any creedence. I certainly trust CNN, as a news source, far more than FoxNews (I trust the ABC and NBC news operations, too). I’ll take Paula Zahn over Greta any day (though neither of them most days), and I’m becoming a big Keith Olberman fan, much preferring him to O’Reilly’s schtick. Larry King still does his thing better than anybody else. Criticize him however you want (and I’ve found his show far less interesting than in previous years, and rarely watch it anymore), but he’s still a unique TV presence and does his thing with precision.

I also increasingly like MSNBC. In fact, I often turn there first, since it’s easier for me to hit channel 14 (MSNBC) on the remote than it is 17 (CNN). There’s scientific reasoning for you. Of course, channel 44, FoxNews, would be the easiest to finger, but on my preference list, it’s below MSNBC and CNN (though still several pegs above Nancy Grace, who is, unquestionably, The Devil).

As for the major network broadcasts: I like them all. Brian Williams is my first choice. But I like Charlie Gibson, and I also like the new Katie Curic broadcast. It’s fashionable to bash her, but I think she’s doing okay…for someone who made her career on the Today show. It’s just so nice to have Dan Rather out of the picture. And Sam Donaldson, too. Whatever happened to good ol’ Sam, he of the ego matched only by Rush Limbaugh? Well, wherever he’s at, let’s let him remain there undisturbed with the rest of the dragons.

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