A Mending Shift

a bird sings, not because if has an answer to give, but because it has a song to sing … this is my song

Welcome To A Mending Shift...

This blog focuses on how we can join God in his work of mending—as well as some random stuff I find thoughtful, funny, or interesting—which is going on all around us, in and outside of the church. All we have to do is live in tune to God’s song in our life and the world. This mending, I have found, often comes with a shift in thinking and living. I invite you to: Enjoy. Think. Comment. Shift. Mend.

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Video reading of my letter to Gays and Lesbians (GLBT): I Stand With You

Posted By on May 15, 2011

Here is a personal video of me reading my letter to homosexuals: I Stand With You. If you know someone who you feel needs to hear this, please feel free to pass it on. To be honest, I wrestled with the decision to record this video, but decided to so there is a person behind the words and to declare that this is me, my words, and my stance, without shame or apology. I also felt that it sometimes helps to hear the words.

You can read the original letter here.

Cocoons (A Poem)

Posted By on May 13, 2011

Everywhere
Bodies curl tightly,
clutching knees.
Falling tears,
pooling.

Alone

Everywhere
Wounds bleed secretly,
hidden from eyes.
Stinging words,
haunting.

Alone

Everywhere
Hopes shatter slowly,
dreams fade.
Damning lies,
cursing.

Alone

Somewhere
A voice whispers quietly,
spoken to all.
Loving words,
healing.

Embraced

::

I wrote this poem as a reflection on the notes, comments, letters I have received from those who deeply resonated with my “coming out” letter.

Letter to Gays and Lesbians (GLBT): I Stand With You

Posted By on May 11, 2011


[Leerlo en Español]

[Watch the video reading]

I don’t know what it is like to be black and carry the weight of years of oppression and racism on my shoulders. To pull myself up out of that oppression. To feel different and lacking simply because of the color of my skin. I am white.

I don’t know what it is like to be female and carry the weight of inequality and sexism on my shoulders. To walk down the street, alone, feeling all the lustful looks. To feel different and lacking simply because of my gender. I am male.

And I don’t know what it is like to be gay and carry the weight of hate, fear and isolation on my shoulders. To have strong, loving feelings for someone of my own gender. To make a choice to either repress who I am or to “come out”, knowing full well the discord my decision is going to cause. To feel different and lacking simply because of my orientation. I am straight.

I have never woken up one adolescent morning feeling guilty, dirty and fearful because something inside of me has awakened and I have feelings for guys, not girls. I have never seen the looks on people’s faces as I walk hand in hand with another guy. I have never had to wonder why God made me this way, allowed these feelings, just to say that I am cursed, damned and living in sin. I have never had thoughts of killing myself driven by all the fear, shame and guilt I carry because of a dark secret I carry around inside. I have never been kicked in the face and beat to a pulp simply because I was gay. I have never felt the oppression of an entire nation and religion cast upon me. I have never known what it is like to sit down with my parents, look at them in the eye, and tell them I am gay, only to see their entire demeanor towards me change within an instant. I have never known the feeling of having my significant other be rejected by people most important to me. I have not ever known what it is like to walk in my brother’s shoes.

I am not smart enough to know or declare such things as “Your feelings for Mark are a sin” or “You were not designed this way” or “You made this choice, it is not who you are” or “You need to deny these feelings and not act on them” or “God loves you but hates your gay actions and feelings” or “God cannot use you since you’re gay”.

And because I don’t know, have never known, and am not smart enough, I cannot sit in a seat of judgment and condemnation over you.

But I can love.

I can say that I love you as you are, without apology. I can say that you’ve suffered enough and have not been loved enough. I can say that God loves you, without clause, and longs for you to believe it so you can be free to live and love. I can say that yes, I will be your friend and not fear you.

And I can apologize.

I am sorry for participating in your oppression and abuse. I am  sorry for being quiet, allowing the atmosphere to thrive that has caused your fear, hate and isolation. I am sorry for not standing between you and your oppressors saying, Enough! I am sorry for not allowing your story to also become my story, your pain my pain, your oppression my oppression. I am sorry for not being God’s voice of love in your life. I am sorry for not bringing God’s embrace to you when you most needed it and instead watching from a distance as you get beat. I am sorry for allowing the Bible to be used as a .50 caliber aimed against you instead of God’s love letter written to you.

And most of all, I am sorry that I have misrepresented Jesus. The Jesus who ate with, healed, embraced those people the cultural and religious establishments shunned, cursed and damned.

If Jesus were here today, you would be the ones he would dine with, heal, embrace, love-on, and stand with.

Oh wait, Jesus is here today. I am sorry for not being Jesus to you.

Please forgive me and be patient with me as I learn to love as Jesus loved. From here on, I stand with you, hand in hand, brother to brother, brother to sister, as one human with another. We share the same blood. Our Papa is the same. God is as fond of me as He is of you. And God’s relentless love stalks you as it does me.

I stand with you, come what may.

Your brother with much love,
Jeromy Johnson

(Consider this my “coming out” letter)

[Update:Read the origins of this letter and the prayer that led to its birth. Here is a poem I wrote reflecting on the notes, comments, letters I have received from those who deeply resonate with this letter. ]

Holy Dirt

Posted By on May 10, 2011

This was shared by a friend of mine yesterday:

I found myself overwhelmed with His presence in a way I’ve never felt before, or as intensely since. I can only describe it as an overshadowing. I lay there and cried and said, “it feels like you are touching me. How can you….I’m dirt.” He said, “Yes, you are. You are holy ground.”

“I’m dirt.” And God said, “Yes, you are. You are holy ground.”

Just like a loving parent, God is relentless in his attempts to remind us of who we truly are in his eyes. Gentle in wooing us back into his arms to say:

“Yes, you are human and I love that about you.”

“Yes, you are broken and I cherish each and every crack, for in them lies a story of how I held and healed you.”

“Yes, you are a creature, but I also see myself in you.”

“Yes, you are dirt; you are holy ground.”

This echoes being who you are without apology. Because today, right now as I write this and you read this, we are who we are. Nothing can change that. The joys and sorrows of yesterday are gone. The pain and success of tomorrow may never come. Today, this moment, this breath, is all we have. And Jesus wants to speak into this moment, into the you-of-now, his acceptance and embrace of who you are. I believe it is this voice that frees us to say, “Here I am without shame”.

And it is in this journey of trusting God to shape you moment by moment, breath by breath, fulling embracing the you-of-now that we become more and more like our Daddy.

And next time our Daddy tells us, “You are my child with whom I am well pleased”, we just might believe him a little more today than we did yesterday.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go play in the mud with Daddy!

Here I am, without apology

Posted By on May 9, 2011


“Each of us can reflect God’s glory by being who we are without apology.”

Pause. Did you read that? I mean, did you really read that? As Dave, a good friend of mine, says, Mufasa…read it again. (I’ll wait as you do).

“Each of us can reflect God’s glory by being who we are without apology.”

Allow those words to sink into your spirit, for buried within them lies the key to experiencing the freedom that longs to be birthed and encapsulate your entire being. A life-provoking freedom that can only be found by trusting, embracing and expressing who God is creating you to be in the present moment—shit and beauty, fully—without pretense or apology, with infant-like trust.

Being who you are without apology. Not who you should you be. Or ought to be. Or expected to be. Or want to be. Not who your parents want you to be. Or your friends. Or your spouse. Or—now hang on here!—even who you think God wants you to be. Not trying to be like your parents, or friends, or spouse, or __________ (fill in the blank). But…

Who. You. Are.

Right here, right now, in this present moment. Not who you were yesterday…three months ago…five years ago…twenty years ago. Not who you think, want, desire to be tomorrow…three months from now…five years from now…or in two decades. But…

Who. You. Are. Today.

Yet there is nothing more attractive and frightening, is there? There are few things in life we want and yet frighten us more than fully being who we are. As one who has gone on my personal here-I-am-without-apology journey (more on that later, stay tuned) I have experienced something. To some people your here-I-am-ness is beautiful, to others it is bitter. To some it carries with it a scent of fear and death, to others one of life and freedom. Some people (even those closest to you) will not like your here-I-am stance, while others will love it. We all inherently know that there will be a cost in us saying, “Here I am, without apology”. We also know there will be a reward. The point then becomes less “What will others say or do?” and more “Am I being faithful to and trusting the one who is forming me?”

We are also both terribly drawn to and pleasantly frightened by those who have found the courage to be who they are, without apology. Being around someone like that is terrifying because it casts sunlight onto all of our should-be-why-am-I-not insecurities we’ve worked so hard to mask and cover up. We are living in the darkness of our own shame and hiddenness, and their light repels us. But in the same breath, we are also attracted to those who have found the freedom to be who they are without apology because they project a freedom and peace that we crave in the deepest parts of our being. Our spirit longs to be set free and fly like theirs.

Why? Let’s connect some dots.

God said to Moses, I Am. Not I was. Not I am going to be. But I Am. (Do you sense the light bulb warming up?) Could it be that this is why each of us can reflect God’s glory by being who we are? By being who I am? Could this be why when we trust, embrace and express who God is creating us to be in the present moment, fully, without pretense or apology, with infant-like trust, we find a divinely-orchestrated sense of freedom, peace and joy? Could this partly be why Jesus—who was I Am in human form—said, “My yoke is easy and my burden is light.”?

We were created to live life as “here I am”, not “who I was” or “who I should, ought, need to be”. And when we do, we not only experience the peace, freedom and joy we were designed to live in, but we also reflect God’s glory.

You know what else it does? It allows us to accept, love and embrace others as they are. Not as they were. Not as we expect them to be. But simply as they are. Why? Because Jesus was pretty smart. He said,

“Love you neighbor as you love yourself.”

If you have the courage to love yourself as you are, it teaches and frees you to love others as they are. To love them without pretense or expectation, but simply because they are made in God’s image to reflect God’s glory, as are you and I. And perhaps when they are loved by you as they are because you love yourself as you are, it slowly gives them the courage and freedom to go and do likewise. And the cycle of loving-the-other-as-yourself begins to grow…much like yeast in dough and a tiny mustard seed.

But it begins with you. It begins with me. Learning to have the courage—in and through Jesus—to stand and proudly say, without shame or apology:

Here I am.

(A special thank you to Hillary McFarland who found the courage to say “Here I Am” when writing the book, Quivering Daughters, where I read the phrase, “Each of us can reflect God’s glory by being who we are without apology” and inspired this post. Thank you, Hillary).

Should We Serve Terrorists at the Lord’s Table?

Posted By on May 5, 2011

This is very moving and powerful 3 min story about the effect praying for ones enemy will have on a community. It really touched a personal chord with me, especially surrounding the communion aspect.

Years ago I made a public declaration that I would not take Communion/Eucharist/Lord’s Supper if people in the gathering were denied access. To me, Communion is like crumbs falling from the heavenly feast and who are we to deny fellow humans? “Put that crumb down, that’s for me!” On a deeper level, I cannot and will not picture Jesus turning sinners away from sharing a meal with Him. Some do, and that is OK. I just won’t participate. I will join those—shunned from the Table—on the couch while the rest of the family eats.

But anyhow, I digress. Here is the video. If we are called to love our enemies, perhaps it starts with praying for them and then serving them…yes, even serving them communion. I can’t wait to join the heavenly feast with a restored Osama, should he choose…

People Of Possibility from The Work Of The People on Vimeo.

A Label-Absent Reality?

Posted By on May 4, 2011


Here there is no Christian. Non-Christian. American. Muslim. Heretic. Orthodox. Saved. Unsaved. Liberal. Conservative. Mainline. Evangelical. Catholic. Reformed. Baptist. Pentecostal. Episcopal. Presbyterian. Lutheran. Methodist. Buddhist. Hindu. Blacks. Whites. Evil. Good. Biblical. Unbiblical. Terrorists. Hell-bound. First class. Third class. Believer. Unbeliever. Jew. Atheist. Mormon. Shi’ite. Sunni. Wahabi. Oregonian. Adulterer. Faithful. Right-wing. Left wing. Republican. Democrat. Gay. Straight. Homo. Fag. Queer. Nigger. Brownie. Spink. Lesbian. White trash. Gringo. Gypsy. Half-breed. Honky. Nerd. Punk. Goth. Eastside. Westside. Educated. Uneducated. First World. Third world. Cursed. Beloved. Male. Female. In. Out. Us. Them. But Christ is all and is in all.

May we learn to live, love, and respond as if this was reality.

Or better, may God’s reality be realized on earth as it is in heaven.

Come, Lord Jesus, come.

“When you were dead in your sins and in the uncircumcision of your flesh, God made you alive with Christ. He forgave us all our sins, having canceled the charge of our legal indebtedness, which stood against us and condemned us; he has taken it away, nailing it to the cross. And having disarmed the powers and authorities, he made a public spectacle of them, triumphing over them by the cross.”

“Here there is no Gentile or Jew, circumcised or uncircumcised, barbarian, Scythian, slave or free, but Christ is all, and is in all.”

HELL: 9/11 Victims & Osama Bin Laden

Posted By on May 3, 2011

Osama bin Laden and victim of 9-11
Yesterday, I read a headline with Osama Bin Laden’s face on it and large, thick white letters exclaiming, “Rot in Hell!

Yesterday, while hoping onto Fox News Channel and catching an interview with Rudy Giuliani and Sean Hannity, Rudy mentioned that Osama is burning in hell and was met with nods and a slight chuckle from both.

Yesterday, former Arkansas governor and 2008 presidential candidate Mike Huckabee, told the Al-Qaida leader, “Welcome to hell.”

A large number of us seem to be celebrating this fact: Osama burning, rotting, being welcomed into hell.

10 years ago, on 9/11, the same was being said about the infidel victims of 9/11 as our enemies watched the towers burn and ultimately collapse. I can see one of them mentioning their hellish destination, met by slight grins and nods. I can picture large white letters saying, “Americans Rot in Hell.”

Since Hell seems to be an enemy-cursing hammer used by many, let’s go there. I mean, let’s really go there.

In fact, if we really believe that Jesus talks about a literal Hell and that all those who do not trigger God’s favor, forgiveness and heaven’s-gate to open through their proper mental belief efforts go to the Hell Jesus spoke of (endless fire, weeping, gnashing of teeth, worms that eat and eat and eat, darkness, and undying thirst for all eternity), then to be fair, let’s go there with the victims of 9/11.

[Now before we do, please hear me. This literal Hell is not my belief. It causes me pain and sadness to go here because, to me, it is a wretched thought. I also have great love towards all the victims of 9/11 and their families and in no way do I do this to make light of their loss nor to mock what happened. But there are very many people out there that believe (or at least are too afraid to admit that they don't believe in Hell, and I understand) that the following scenario is accurate and God's truth. I also find it sad that if they truly believed this that they would not at least mention it in mourning, deep anguish and tears].

Using this literal-Hell theology and a very generous estimate … fifty percent (more or less, but probably more) of the innocent victims of 9/11 are sharing the same eternal fate as the kingpin of their massacre, Osama Bin Laden. Yesterday, people were saying that Hitler, Mussolini and Stalin were waiting to greet Osama in Hell. Well, apparently a lot of his 9/11 victims were greeting him too.

The 21-year-old intern who was raised by a New York family who rejected Christianity and adopted the same rejection, as she jumped out of the towering window to avoid the jet-fuel fire and landing to her death, suddenly found herself in a much worst eternal fate, prompting her I am sure, to yearn to be returned back into the flames of the Trade Center.

The 54-year-old janitor who was raped as a young boy by his priest and deeply scarred that this is who God is and what God does, and rejects God for 54 years, as he was suddenly vaporized on 9/11 is now longing to be back in the twisted arms of his priest compared to the never-ending Hell he finds himself.

The 13-year-old girl and her 4-year-old brother on flight 93 who never heard of the saving grace of Jesus and had a chance to “believe”, as their terror rose as the plane careened to the ground both suddenly finds themselves in a terror and torment they could have never imagined.

The 30-year-old man who flat out rejected the message of Jesus and turned to money for happiness and numbing, finds himself in Hell next to the secretary he just had sex with the night before.

These and over a thousand other individual stories could be fleshed out for each victim of 9/11 who did not make a saving confession of belief so God could extend heaven’s key and forgiveness to them. As well as Osama. As well as the American soldier killed in action without Jesus. As well as…

My point in doing this is threefold.

One, if you do believe in an eternal literal hell then that should never be something to be spoken lightly of, celebrated or used flippantly towards any human being. NEVER! To do so makes us no different than every other person/religion that does the same to us. (Remember the Golden Rule?) (And if you play the card of a non-tormenting Hell, that they will simply be “outside of God’s presence” then you, like me, have to do something with Jesus’ hellish descriptive words).

Two, if you believe in an eternal literal hell then your mind should apply it much like I did above to every human death and situation so your heart can continue to weep in horror. And in tears, you should be telling every single person you know, see and come in contact with about their eternal destination. EVERY conversation should begin with, “If you were to die today, do you know where you would spend eternity? You have two options…” If not, how can you live with yourself? I would be an emotional mess!

And three, perhaps there is another story scripture speaks of besides this hell-laced one. Perhaps there is another motive besides fear and avoidance. Perhaps belief that we are loved and forgiven has all the power to change and shape us. Perhaps there is room after we die to respond to God’s love and declared forgiveness. Perhaps those who died in 9/11 “without Jesus” have now seen Jesus, their chaff has been removed and their wheat remains, and they are in the glorious presence of a God who made them to be loved. Perhaps even Osama, being made by God in God’s image, is being restored as we speak (and yes, perhaps there is even some penalty being dished out for his sins) and he is standing face to face with the reality of his actions and his victims. Perhaps they are all in tears and Jesus is bottling each one. Perhaps the lion indeed is sleeping with the lamb and behold, all things are being made new. Perhaps the most powerful Osama/victim foot washing is taking place, and everyone is welcoming it in healing. Perhaps the priest who molested that boy is being reconciled through the pain he caused and that boy is being reconciled by seeing God as God really is, not the molested image he was given on earth.

And perhaps this notion of “Hell” is the ultimate lie and deception to cause us to have a twisted and demented view of a loving and just God, and to get us to live, walk and respond in fear. Perhaps hell is the ultimate weapon we use against and to curse the “other”, whoever your “other” is.

(For what it’s worth, this was emotionally the most difficult thing I’ve written)

Osama Bin Laden dies, and is now in the presence of Love

Posted By on May 1, 2011

Jesus said, Love your enemies.

Today, the USA announced that they have the body of Osama Bin Laden. Right now, as I type even Osama is in the presence of Love. Even Osama is being restored by and reconciled to God. His heart, mind and body is being renewed, his spirit is melting and being reshaped by the loving hands of his God.

My heart rejoices, not only that an enemy of the USA can no longer plan attacks on us, but that even God will love and restore Osama Bin Laden.

May God’s will be done on earth as it is in heaven.

I believe that even Osama will be reconciled, restored and is deeply loved by his God. Nothing brings me more joy than picturing Osama kneeling and washing the feet of the victims of 9/11, and visa-versa. Where enemies are reconciled to victims, and lions sleep with lambs, and love indeed wins, restores, and reconciles.

Dancing out of Captivity

Posted By on April 26, 2011

I was once at a wedding at which an incident occurred; in fact, it was more an event. The wedding breakfast was over and the music had begun. An older woman was there. She was a quiet person who kept to herself, a shy country woman who was invited because she was a next-door neighbor of the bride. Everyone knew that her husband was an upright person, but mean and controlling. They suspected that she had a very hard life with him. There always seemed to be a sadness around her. Though she was quite wealthy, she never seemed to have anything new to wear. She had married young in a culture and at a time when if you made a huge mistake in your choice of a life-partner, there was no way out. You continued to lie on your bed of thorns and put a “face” on for the neighbors.

At the wedding, she begun to have a few drinks. She had never drunk alcohol before, and it was not long before the veneer of control and reservation began to fall away. The music was playing but there was no one dancing. She got up and danced on her own. It was a wild dance. It seemed that the music had got inside her and set her soul at large. She was oblivious of everyone. She took the full space of the floor and used it. She danced in movements that mixed ballet and rock. Everyone stood back, watching her, in silence. Her poor dance was lonesome, the fractured movements, the coils of gesture, unraveling in the air. Yet there was something magical happening in it too—often there is a greater kindness in gesture. Here she was dancing out thirty years of captive longing. The facade of social belonging was down. The things she could never say came flooding out out in her dance. In rhythm with the music, the onlookers began to shout encouragement. She did not even seem to hear them; she was dancing!

When the music stopped, she quietly returned to her table blushing, but holding her head high. Her eyes were glad, and there was a smile beginning around the corners of her mouth.

[Eternal Echoes, John O'Donohue, Pages 8-9]

May I learn to dance out my captivity like this woman and experience greater freedom. May I learn to play the music and offer the wine that helps people dance out their captivity.

May we all.

Let’s Dance.

Good Friday Meditation

Posted By on April 22, 2011

My friend Dave Henson is contributing some deeply intuitive holy week meditations to Patheos. Here is an excerpt from his Good Friday meditation. I encourage you to read the entire meditation here:

Holy Week Meditations: Opening to the Complexity

Good Friday challenges us to allow ourselves to experience the forsakenness of Jesus, of humanity, of our lives, that we try our damnedest to ignore every other day of the year. It is one of the few moments in the Christian year that we can admit those feelings in the sanctuary, that the sanctuary welcomes the darkness, the rupture of the death of God. It is the one day that the church opens its doors to those foolish bridesmaids whose lamps went out, who scattered in darkness just like the disciples did at the death of their master. [read more]

15 Signs You’re Dealing with One of God’s “Chosen”

Posted By on April 21, 2011


It seems that since the release of Rob Bell’s book, Love Wins, other things have been released as well, namely an outbreak of very outspoken people who believe they are God’s chosen. As such, they have a mission to squash any person or argument that differs from their understanding of Jesus, God, man, sin, scripture, the afterlife, etc. etc. etc. How do you recognize God’s chosen Truth warriors? By how they think and what say using all sorts of media, but typically TV, radio, blogs and comment threads. Here are 15 signs that you’re dealing with one of the “chosen”:

  • Others who don’t agree with me are unbiblical while I am always biblical.
  • The original Greek/Hebrew is never pulled out to support other people’s point, but always my own.
  • Others who come to different conclusions than me while reading the same Bible are twisting scripture, while I always know and speak the “untwisted” version.
  • Satan has blinded the minds of others when they do not see things they way I see them. My mind is never blinded.
  • If anyone strongly disagrees with what I believe then they are a Heretic.
  • Any verbal Christian who disagrees with what I think scripture says is a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
  • The gospel that I preach is always the same gospel that Paul preached. Anyone who differs from what I preach is preaching a different gospel than Paul and is therefore an anathema and cursed.
  • If I can use more words (the bigger the better) than others in a comment thread, I win.
  • If anyone sways from the penal substitution theory of atonement, then they do not believe in the Jesus or God of the Bible.
  • Orthodox belief is always what I believe.
  • Others are on slippery slopes, not me.
  • I have a pure reading and understanding of scripture; my opinion, preferences, culture, personal beliefs and upbringing have absolutely no influence in my biblical understanding.
  • I am always part of God’s in-crowd.
  • There is an absolute Truth, and I know it. Anyone who disagrees with me is believing and speaking lies. Satan has deceived them.
  • In the end, me and my God will win. You’ll see.

Frankly, as soon as I sense I am trying to converse with such a person, I try to quickly and politely bow out of the conversation. I can answer every question they ask, I can support every point with scripture, I can write and write and write for months. And it won’t matter. They will always be right and I will always be wrong, regardless. Re-gard-less. And that is OK. As my friend Jonathan says, “As always, you are welcome to disagree.” And I need to continue to keep Chad’s words in front of me.

I have better things to do with my time. More importantly, I have people in my life that I cannot allow this person to rob time and energy from.

Dear Chad, Please Don’t Be an Ass…

Posted By on April 20, 2011


This is a well written, honest, gentle prose from a good friend of mine, Chad Holtz. As a blogger, I know the struggle of knowing how to respond to people who are venomously apposed to you and your ideas. Here’s a snip-bit of Chad’s internal processing about loving those who believe and feel very differently than us [read the full post]:

Dear Chad,

By the time you read this you will be 5 years older than you are today.   My, oh my, how things have changed.    It was a given that you’d be taller and more handsome than ever, but who would have dreamed you’d be where you are today theologically, politically and relationally?

Non-violent resistance?   You served in the Navy for 8 years for crying out loud!

Open and affirming of LGBTQ people?   But you became a Methodist 6 years ago only after being convinced by your pastor that the UMC would never change it’s position on homosexuality!

No eternal hell?   Have you forgotten that fear of hell was what drove you to Jesus for so long?

But I’m not writing to argue.  I am writing to inform you that you will come across many, many people who look more like me today than you tomorrow.    I’m writing to ask you to love me … [read the rest]

 

To Hell with My Kids?

Posted By on April 20, 2011


So my two oldest children are in a quandary.

Our daughter is five and she went to a church where they told her (in her words) that bad people go “down there” to hell (pointing down to the center of the earth) and that good people go “up there” to heaven (pointing to the sky). Now, I am not sure what else was shared (what is hell like, what is heaven like, how to you avoid one and go to the other) but I am sure what she heard: If you are good, you go to heaven and if you are bad, you go to hell. This was about a month ago and she still brings it up. I can’t imagine the fear she has (from doing bad things and going to hell) or the haughty pride she has (from doing good things and going to heaven).

Our son is ten and his school talked about suicide a few months back. Afterwards, the kids began talking about it and the conversation steered towards the afterlife. It was a basic understanding of the kids that if you commit suicide you go straight to hell. This freaked Caleb out. To be honest, it still haunts him and I think he is terrified right now of hell.

Even though we have reassured them of God’s love and forgiveness of them, time and time and time again, it seems to only take one conversation about “down there” to send them into a fear-based tailspin. Even though we tell them often that there is nothing they could ever do or believe that would cause God to love them less or more, that God fully loves you right now, one little tiny hellish seed can creep in and cause tons of fear.

So, needless to say, we are going to sit our daughter and son down to paint a better picture so they can begin to dislodge this picture.

Please wish us luck and pray for words and wisdom.

And a request to the world: Stop telling my kids they are going to hell. Thanks.

Grace is Not Attractive & Makes People Mad

Posted By on April 19, 2011

“I still don’t like [grace]…I like stuff you can earn.” Very honest reflection of God’s unrelenting, unfair grace from Author, Brené Brown. If you have kids in the room, she uses a few “choice” words. (Feeders, see video below)

Untitled from The Work Of The People on Vimeo.

No Strings

Posted By on April 19, 2011

I am a golden vessel
A temple within which Love resides
Complete
Whole

Strings attached to soul
Pull me this way and that
Jerk me away from living loved
Distract from sharing love

Obligations
Expectations
External forces
Given power by fear

Expectations and obligations
Not met
Formula not followed
Shame projected

I smile at you
and cut your strings.
You are now mine.

I live from eternity within me
I walk the path given me
I abide in the center
Listening always

Living to love
Loving to live

No strings for me

No strings.

(Source)

But The Greatest of These Is Truth…

Posted By on April 18, 2011


If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love Truth, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge love and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love Truth, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love Truth, I gain nothing.

Love Truth never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge love,  it will pass away.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love Truth. But the greatest of these is love Truth.

(This is too often the value we place on our “correct” knowledge and “proper” belief… especially, it seems, in the blogosphere comment sections).

The Hopeful Ending: The Runaways and Their Loving Mom

Posted By on April 18, 2011

First, Read the Tragic Version of this Story Here.

What is the Kingdom of God like, you ask?

A woman lived in rural central California. She was known for her kindness, generosity and love, but she was also fair and just. Her five children were normal kids, but the four youngest were known around town for their rebellious streaks. As a single mom, she did the best she could to establish both love and rules in the house, but four of her kids desired freedom over relationship. So one evening, the four youngest filled their backpacks and ran away.

The mom woke up and, finding four of her childrens’ beds empty, began to weep. She would not rest until her children returned home or she found them. Being a farm owner, she had plenty of hired hands to help in her search. She put the farm’s business on hold and sent her workers out to search for her lost darlings. She spent every last dime printing pamphlets, recording radio spots and inundating the TV with ads exclaiming her love and favor for her children and her pleas for them to return home into her loving arms. All that she had, was and would continue to be theirs.

Then one day, it happened. One of her runaways returned home. Seeing and hearing her message, his heart melted and he came back. She embraced him, welcoming him home. She turned to her eldest son (the one that never ran away) and asked if he would help find and bring back the others. He set out with a mission and a message. When he found two of the three, he told them of their mom’s love for them and how badly she missed them and her relentless desire for all of them to come home. He told them that no matter what they have done, their mom would never stop loving them and that they were forgiven. But they didn’t believe it and still refused to go back with him. He never did find the forth lost one.

Years passed and no sign of her kids. Relentless in her love, she climbed into her pickup truck with a few hired hands and set out to bring her children home. A year later, on May 17, she found them.

All three were huddled up near a dumpster, clutching a worn blanket. They saw her truck approach and, too tired to run, they just sat with terror I their eyes. See, while away, they had been told countless lies by countless people that their mom was not a kind woman, that she did not love them and that she was mad-as-hell at them. Added to this was their incredible loneliness, shame and feelings of worthlessness. Living on the street—isolated from love—can do this to anyone, and it certainly did them. Seeing her children she ran to them…her lost ones have been found! Hearing about their condition, the mother reassured them of her love. She gently helped them into the cab of the truck knowing full well it would take time to restore them.

They pulled up into the driveway and the truck came to a dusty halt. The mom rushed out of the cab and helped her children out of truck. As they walked towards the house her children stopped. She gently looked at them and said, “Come on, welcome home.”

“But mom….!?”

“Not another word,” she interrupted. “Whether you knew it or not, I have always loved you and longed for you to believe that. You’re hurting, scared and broken; and I understand. Regardless what you’ve done, my love for you will never change. You have always been loved and forgiven.”

“Mom, we’re sorry. We were scared, hurting and full of shame. We did things we are not proud of and that you would not approve of. Deep inside, when the nights were the quietest, we knew you loved us but we were afraid that you would have nothing to do with us after all we had done.”

With tears in her eyes she slowly replied, “I understand and see you truly believe that I love you. Come in, you are home. You’ve suffered enough.” With that, she turned and walked towards the house where her returning-son ran off the porch to embrace his brothers and sisters.

The loving, kind, full-of-mercy, just and righteous mom, motioned once more to her hired hands and the feast of feasts, the party of parties, began. But one child chose to stay outside, still resisting the mom’s love. Regardless, the mom still extended her love, gently wooing him, patient and ever hopeful that one day even he will know and believe that he is truly loved and embraced by his mom. He stayed outside, still silently suffering in the lies. Regardless, the mom always reminded him of her love and the invitation to believe her love and abandon the lies. Her heart and door would always be open…

The End.

Now go, and share this GOOD NEWS of the Kingdom. Praise be to God.

A Mending Shift, The Purpose of it All

Posted By on April 17, 2011

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I have had a few people ask what A Mending Shift means and its origins. Good question……

To shift simply means to move, to change. Sometimes, a shifting takes place for its own end; in other words, to change simply for change’s sake. Other times, a shifting takes place for another end; to change for a reason or a purpose outside of itself. The first makes the statement: We are changing. The second asks the question: Why are we changing?

Let me use my Jeep as an example. My Jeep has a five-speed manual transmission. I manually have to shift from one gear to another. If I were to drive down the freeway and indiscriminately start changing gears, say from 5th to 2nd to 3rd to 1st then back to 5th, the results would be reckless and potentially damaging. This is an example of changing just to change. When the officer asks why you changed from 5th to 1st going 65 MPH, the answer would be, “I don’t know. I just wanted to shift.”

Now, on the other hand, if I were driving down the freeway at 65 75 MPH (let’s be realistic) and came to the base of a mountain with a steep grade, a shift would be required. Why? If I tried to scale it in 5th gear, I’d drop to about 10 MPH and my engine would sputter and eventually stall. There I’d be on the side of the road with no cell phone coverage waiving for help. Now in the valley, when I was just cruisin’, I could stay in 5th gear. But now this new mountain has rudely entered into my path, and in order to get up the mountain so I can get to my destination (my goal and purpose), I need to shift. Not to just any gear, but the gear that the mountain demands. Is it 1st?…Sometimes. 2nd?…Perhaps. 3rd?…Occasionally. Even back to 5th?…depends on the mountain. But isn’t this relative shifting? Absolutely. My gear choice is relative to my environment, based on my goal.

So in our current postmodern context, or environment, what needs to shift? Our thinking and practice. When Christianity was cruising in Christendom (Constantine era to 50-100 years ago), 5th gear worked fine. In fact, it was ideal. When Christianity was in the Modern era (1500-1950 [some suggest]) 4th gear worked; a more principle oriented and scientific approach to scripture and faith worked. In fact, it was ideal. But now that we find ourselves climbing the grade of Postmodernism and Post-Christendom, a shift in our thinking and practice is required. 4th and 5th gears are no longer appropriate to our context. A shift is required.

But why, why do we need to shift? What is the goal or the purpose of the shift here? To mend. To heal. To restore. To put it in more direct words: to mend what is damaged or forgotten. To mend means to heal, to restore something to a satisfactory condition, to remove damage, to improve something. Notice how the word “perfect” is no where to be found. Perfection is not the goal. Mending is. And I apply it to two areas.

The first is towards us; Christians, the church, those who associate with the name of Jesus. It is the removing the plank from our eye so we can see clearly the speck in the others’. There is stuff in us that is damaged, hurt, broken, not satisfactory and needs improvement. As we climb this mountain, we need to look into the mirror, watch our gauges, listen to our engine, and do some deep thinking about our environment and the way of Jesus. How do we follow him today? What questions need to be asked? What junk are we lugging around in the trunk that we need to toss? What’s broken and we need to fix? How do we love, truly love, our neighbor?…

The second is towards the other; to seek their healing and restoration. To help communicate the healing that came through Jesus. To let them know that God loves them and is not mad. To communicate that they do not need to feel the alienation as runaways, but that they are God’s kids whom he died to love…come home! To heal injustice. To fight for the least. To love for love’s sake. To not require them to come to us for healing but to pack up our tents and go to them. To take seriously our and their crap…and to take seriously God’s expansive love and grace. To let go of our need for control and trust God as we get busy in joining his Kingdom coming to earth as it is in heaven. To make it about them…not us. To apologize for the pain we have caused. To humbly serve them with no expectations. To see them as people and not conversions. To radically live out Jesus everyday in a world that has pushed us into the margins.

And all of this is for his love and his kingdom and his glory, which in turn is all about him mending the damaged and having his kids stop running, believe they are forgiven, and come home so they can help him mend the damaged.

A Mending Shift: A shift in thinking and practice in order to mend what is damaged or forgotten. A restoring change. A healing alteration.

So there you have it…the purpose of this site. I invite you to: Enjoy. Think. Comment. Shift. Mend.

Why Do We Lose Jesus if We Lose Hell?

Posted By on April 15, 2011


Why are Jesus and our traditional notion of Hell so intertwined? Why is it that if we lose Hell, Jesus becomes terribly pointless and ceases to matter? I mean after all, without Hell, what is the point of Jesus coming? What is the point of his life and teachings? What is the point of the cross and the resurrection? What is the point of Jesus, without Hell?

I seem to be reading these questions and statements a lot lately. And they are important questions because I think they help shed light onto something pretty substantial. Namely, that Jesus’ value and worth seems to be dependent on Hell. (I’ll pause to let you reread that last statement). I hear very often something like this, “Without hell you make a mockery of Jesus and the cross…why even have Jesus?”

It’s not just that the two (hell and Jesus) are inseparable, but that one is dependent on the other. And who is the dependent? Jesus. Because in traditional theology you can remove Jesus and Hell remains just fine, it still has all its power. But if you remove Hell, Jesus suddenly becomes limp, pointless, and powerless. His life on Earth ceases to matter. Which sheds light onto something: This makes hell more important and more powerful than Jesus. Now no one would say this, but this is exactly what the theology says because Jesus’ main purpose was to save people from spending their eternal afterlife in Hell. His life/work is dependent on it. Remove hell, and you might as well remove Jesus.

This is the key, I think, to this reaction we are seeing nationwide against losing Hell. Lose Hell and you lose Jesus. See the connection? It’s not losing hell, for some, that’s the big deal, it is the fact that in doing so you also lose Jesus (according to their theology).

So for us who feel that Jesus did NOT come to save souls from an eternal hell, to lose Hell just means we lose Hell. Period. Jesus’ work on the cross, his life, his purpose, his power, his resurrection are still alive and well.

To be honest, though, when I first began revisiting the notion of Hell and realized that Jesus’ words were not pointing to a literal place but that he was using the Israelite’s hellish words (that they used as a club against other “sinners”) against THEM to make a shock-and-awe point, it shook me up because now I had to revisit why Jesus came. Because for me back then, Jesus and Hell were like intertwined vines. It took time to mentally separate the two vines. As I did, the Bible, Jesus, God, love and justice took on a whole new level of gloriousness (a new word). It honestly caused me to celebrate, thinking, as my good friend Dave put it, “I always knew this God existed but never believed it.”

I celebrated the loss of Hell because it opened up a far more powerful, loving, gracious, just, righteous, and awe-provoking God.

If we were all honest, I don’t think the traditional notion of an eternal, conscious, tormenting hell sits well with most of us. Perhaps because it is one of Satan lies to cause us to be terrified of God or reject God for God’s evil heart that would do that to God’s creation. And what a great strategy to intertwine Jesus’ purpose with Hell, right? … You can’t lose Hell without losing Jesus. So yes, I said it, I believe that the traditional notion of Hell does not originate from God, but from God’s enemy.

Jesus’ death and resurrection has far great cosmic ripples in scope and purpose than we can even begin to grasp or imagine. That it simply did not make a way for potential restoration and forgiveness for some who happen to find it, but indeed declared love, restoration and forgiveness for all. Karl Barth said that the cross was God’s NO! to sin and death and His YES! to all of creation. That is something to ponder for a lifetime…with or without Hell.