Walking in Faith

Do you have faith?

I mean real faith. Faith that makes you take action.

I believe in a God who heals. Sometimes He does it supernaturally, and other times He uses other people.

I believe that God is going to heal my knee, and I believe that He used the hands of the surgeon that performed surgery last Thursday to begin that process.

Do you know how much faith I have in my God?

Enough that I purchased these shoes just days before my surgery. They are my “faith” shoes, because I believe my knee will get better and I will be wearing heels again soon.

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Enough that I registered for the 500 Festival Half-Marathon next May. The one I wasn’t able to complete just a couple of weeks ago because of my knee. I believe my knee will get better and I will be running again soon.

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Sometimes just having faith isn’t enough. We have to act in ways that show our faith is active. We have to do things that show we truly do believe in a God who is able to do much more than we can ask or imagine.

We have to actually walk in faith, not just say we believe.

How are you walking in faith today?

Why Me?

So I read this blog post this morning, and next thing I know I am submitting an entry to win a trip to Rwanda. This is what I wrote for my submission. I have been telling you that lately I have been totally wrecked by what I am reading – both in the Bible and books – and here is just another sign that the Lord is doing something in me, because I have always been scared to go overseas for something like this. Now I am asking you to vote for me to win this trip – vote often – so I can move forward in the process.

Why me? Why did I get picked as the one to lose my job? Why do we struggle financially? Why has life dealt us the cards it has?

And yet we have more than we need. We have food overflowing our pantry, refrigerator, and freezers. We have more clothing than we can wear. We have more electronics than we should. My Bible study group and I just rid our homes of over 2,000 items. And we could easily do it again.

There are people in this world so much worse off than us, and yet we have the audacity to ask, “why me?”

All over the world are widows with no way to support themselves; children with no food and no access to clean water; young girls forced into prostitution and slavery to “survive.”

And we sit here in our homes that we consider too small, filled with stuff that we think isn’t enough, crying because we don’t have the latest technology in our hands.

Something is wrong with this picture.

And I have had enough. I want people to see that we are not just getting by, but are among the super-wealthy when compared with the world. I want people to see that we have to stop looking at our first-world problems and start helping the people with real problems. We have to start paying attention to what we buy and how it affects other people. We have to start doing something, not just ignoring what is right in front of our faces.

Because we have the power to change the world.

Being from a small rural community, we get by thinking that the tragedies of the world are too far removed from us. We don’t see it daily, so we can pretend it doesn’t exist, or that we couldn’t do anything to change it anyway.

But I want to change that thinking. And going to Rwanda on this trip would be a good place to start. Because when someone you know sees it first hand, you start listening.

Living Life for God

I try to live my life in such a way that whatever I do points to God and brings Him glory. I don’t need recognition for it, I just want to be a Daughter of the King who points to the King instead of to myself.

Sometimes in the midst of life, God gives us a special treat by letting us see how much the way we live our lives has impacted others.

Today, I got one of those special treats.

One of my favorite princesses, Brittney, a senior at Greenville College, introduced me before I spoke in chapel this morning. I am so proud of this girl! She is loving on kids, following a call of God to be a minister of His Gospel, and stepping out in faith as she starts the next chapter of her life.

And these are the amazingly kind words she had to say today.

If I have learned anything over my past four years here, I have learned that community is important. While this word is thrown around this campus, about as often as #iheartIvan or #iheartGC, it has a different meaning for everyone that steps foot on this campus.

We all know that community is important, and we are doing our best to harbor true community here on campus. While we are doing just that, we are a sub-community inside of a larger community.

Greenville, Illinois is filled with some of the most loving, kind-hearted, Christ-focused people, who are all committed to doing good, seeking Christ, and loving on us college kids.

Over the past four years, I have been able to be a part of some of the most incredible families. I have worked with some of the most Christ-focused kids, sat around dinner tables with families who are invested in the lives of college kids, and worshipped alongside some of the most spiritually mature people.

Chrisy Ennen has been one of those people who has taken me in as her own and allowed me to be a part of her family. With two loving kids, Anne and Ty, and a husband, Mike, Chrisy has been nothing but loving and encouraging towards me.

From deep theological talks, to geeking out over our new princess crowns, Chrisy has allowed me to live life with her and her family the past few years.

With a heart as beautiful as campus in springtime, and a life that is devoted to bringing the Kingdom of God here, she has a calling to serve, love, and invest in those who are around here.

She’s a spiritual developer, a graduate of Greenville College, and a Kingdom worker. Please join me in welcoming my fellow princess, Chrisy Ennen.

Thank you, Brittney, for your kind words that give me a glimpse that I am living my life for God in such a way that it is impacting others!

Fighting the Selfish Voice

Have you noticed the cultural norm of, “it’s all about me” that pervades every single aspect of our lives? And how often do you see the attitude of entitlement in children and adults all over the place?

Do you ever feel yourself falling into that way of thinking and feeling about yourself?

I know I do.

And it is hard to find my way back out if I don’t stop it immediately.

When I start to hear the selfish, “it’s all about me” voice playing in my head there are a few things that are my “go-to” ways to fight that voice.

  • Send texts to a few people I know who may need a word of encouragement.
  • Write a note and drop it in the mail to a friend.
  • Work on a knit or crochet project for someone who is having a particularly rough time and pray over them as I work.
  • Go for a walk or play outside with my kids.
  • Sit on the couch next to my husband and watch something on TV that he wants to watch (even when I can’t stand it.)
  • Sit down with my journal and write out the things and people who I am thankful for and why.

It is not an easy thing to think about others when our world bombards us with the ideas that we should have what we want, that other people should make us happy, and that we should get our way in life. But we have to fight against that with everything we have within us if we truly want to be the people we have been created to be: people who love others above self. In order to fight those feelings of selfishness, we have to find ways to counteract them when they arise.

These are just a few of the things that I do to fight the selfishness within me, and I have to be very intentional to do so. It is so much easier to want what I want when I want it. But more than anything I want to be like Christ and put others before myself.

How about you? How do you fight your selfish urges?

Stirring

It’s amazing to me how God works.

A little thought.

A scripture that catches you just right.

A devotion you read.

A book you happen to pick up.

And then those little ideas grow. They become a regular part of your thinking. But you aren’t quite sure what to do about them.

Yet they continue to grow.

And then you hear a sermon. Or read a blog post. Or accidentally recommend a book to your Bible study group that further mixes things up.

And you start to act, somewhat blindly because you still aren’t sure what you are doing.

And you pray for God to give you wisdom. And passion.

And then you start another Bible study group book that begins to bring even more into focus.

And your life continues to spiral into something altogether different from what you thought it would be.

And it is GOOD!

You have heard me talking about 7 over the last couple of months, so prepare yourself for Interrupted.

  • “He uses change…to change us.”
  • “Living on mission…[is] about intentionally living the gospel wherever you are.”
  • “[We are]…the opposite of counterculture. We [are] a mirror image of culture, just a churched-up version.”
  • “God raise up in me a holy passion.”
  • “Do I care? Am I moved by the suffering of all nations? Am I even concerned about the homeless guy on the corner? Am I willing to take the bible at face value and concur tat God is incredibly concerned with social justice? I won’t answer one day for the omissions of other people, nor will I get refit for the general philanthropy of someone else. It will come down to what did. What you did. What we did together.”

I am ready and willing for my life to be interrupted. Are you?

Tethered

As my Bible study group finished up 7 and were trying to decide exactly how we would move forward, we made the decision to do a sale where we could make our excess available to others who might need it. Everything in the sale will cost a quarter (or nothing if it isn’t worth a quarter), donations will be accepted, and all the money raised will go to The Simple Room, a local charity whose purpose is to transform “youth by facilitating Christ-centered programming for spiritual, physical, mental and social development in efforts to empower youth to positively engage their community.”

Great idea, right?

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The problem for me is this: during the possessions week when we were supposed to be getting rid of stuff and going through everything in our house, I didn’t have time, so I am now attempting to get through everything before the sale on May 10.

I didn’t think it would be a problem: go through the storage closets and basement and make a huge pile of stuff that someone else could use but I don’t need.

I was wrong.

I started with the excess forms of media in my house: cassette tapes and VHS tapes. I covered my living room floor with them. A good chunk of them were tapes (both kinds) that I had personally recorded – off the radio and off the TV. What’s even sadder is I have lived in this house for 12 years next month and not once have I pulled out any of them to watch.

And yet, I had to say to my family, more than once, “tell me it is ok to get rid of this stuff.” This isn’t even sale-worthy stuff. This is straight to the trash can stuff. And I was having major issues letting go of it.

Why? Because it is tied to memories. And for some reason I am afraid that the memories won’t still be there without the tapes.

But they will be. And let’s be honest, I am never going to put in the VHS tape of Garth Brooks on the CMA awards in 199_ (I have multiple years). I am never going to watch Travis Tritt act in that western he was in again. And the movies recorded on those VHS tapes? There’s no guarantee the end of the movie is even on the tape (I’ve fallen into that trap before). And cassettes? Well, I had a bunch of them numbered and had a hand-written list of what songs I had recorded off the radio on them. But as with all good radio mix tapes, the beginnings of the songs are cut off. And if I really want to hear those songs, I have access to Spotify, YouTube, and iTunes if I feel the need to have the song in my library.

And let’s not even get me started on the cassette tapes that I purchased (Columbia House Music club anyone?). (Not to worry, the same OCD that made a hand-written list of songs recorded from the radio also has a list of every cassette tape I own so I could replace it with a CD – or now .mp3 – version when and if necessary).

I don’t even own a cassette player! And I am struggling with getting rid of these things.

I think the real issue for me (and probably you, too) is we like our stuff around us. It gives us comfort. It reminds us of the past. It makes us feel secure.

But our security doesn’t come from this stuff. In fact, this stuff can actually hinder our eternal security.

Matthew 6:19-21 (The Message) says:

“Don’t hoard treasure down here where it gets eaten by moths and corroded by rust or—worse!—stolen by burglars. Stockpile treasure in heaven, where it’s safe from moth and rust and burglars. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.

Do I want to spend eternity here, on earth, with stuff that won’t last? When I find myself tethered to my stuff that is exactly what I am saying.

Ugh. That’s not what I really want, is it?

I threw my recordings on VHS and cassette in the trash. I couldn’t even leave them in the house for spring clean-up week because I didn’t want to let them back into my storage space – or heart.

Lord, help me be tethered only to You and to the treasures you have for me in heaven.

 

Find Rest

I opened this window to start writing a blog post. I honestly had no idea what I was going to write about.

All I could think of was the fact that I am tired.

One sick kid early last week. Another sick kid toward the end of the week and on into this week. Not much sleep due to sick kid #2 and high fevers/nightmares. Yard work that wore me out (even though I loved every minute of it). Managing getting the house cleaned. Shopping for groceries, Easter outfits, house needs. Working at home so I could be with sick kid #2 for the last two days. Planning sermon, Sunday school class/lesson, service. Not sleeping great despite it being my favorite sleeping conditions – cool evenings with windows open.

I am tired.

And I kid you not, the minute I thought those words, this song started playing on iTunes.

Find Rest, by Francesca Battistelli.

I just closed my eyes and listened, let the words wash over me.

If you are tired, I encourage you to do the same thing today, because we are offered rest in God and we can find it there.

“Are you tired? Worn out? Burned out on religion? Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest. Walk with me and work with me—watch how I do it. Learn the unforced rhythms of grace. I won’t lay anything heavy or ill-fitting on you. Keep company with me and you’ll learn to live freely and lightly.” Matthew 11:28-30, The Message

Fill Your Cup

(This is a talk I gave at the Highland Business Women’s Club on April 14, 2014. While targeted to women, I am sure that men can learn from this as well.)

Picture this. My dining room table, filled with a collection of cups, glasses, and mugs, each with varying amounts of liquid: some three-quarters full of water, some nearly empty of milk from breakfast, some with the dried remains of the morning’s hot chocolate.

This is not a fictional picture I have drawn for you. This is my life. My two children would use so many cups in one day, and never quite finish what was in them, and never put them in the sink, much less the dishwasher, I literally had to assign cups to them and tell them they are only allowed one drinking glass and one hot drink holder. And if theirs is dirty, they have to wash it. Such is the life with a ten and thirteen year old.

The application of this to our lives as women is easy: we don’t get multiple cups to fill up; we just get one. And if you are like me, that one often runs on empty.

As women, we are constantly in pouring-out mode. We are trying to be good wives. We are parenting children and running around for them. We are working, whether at home or away from home. We are trying to be there for our extended families. We are attempting to cultivate friendships and care for those in need. If we are grandparents, we are trying to help our children and grandchildren as much as we can. Our “ought to” list is long, and our “want to” and “need to” lists get put on hold. Indefinitely.

The problem is, with the busyness of our lives, we have forgotten how to refill, how to rest, how to be rejuvenated. And because of that we tend to refill in unhealthy ways or in ways that may themselves be neutral, but turn unhealthy because we do them in excess. We may gorge ourselves on food, electronics, shopping, television, alcohol, Facebook, more commitments, staying busy and more. And when we try to refill with these things, instead of filling our cups, we are simply depleting them even more.

And what happens when we are running on empty

It is never good. One of the most prevalent consequences of running on empty is depression. That is obviously not the only reason that people suffer from depression, but I think it is a big player in our culture today.

I recently finished a book entitled Freefall to Fly by Rebekah Lyons and in it she says:

“Depression and anxiety have many faces. Happy one moment, sobbing the next. Refined, then frayed. More than 57.7 million American adults suffer from some form of mental illness, including 18.1 million who have been diagnosed with depression. The epidemic continues to spiral as we try to somehow manage the stress of modern life with its constant demands…if you’ve ever been close to it—really close…—you know it’s real. Scary real.

“Even more shocking is the number of women suffering depression…we as women are 70 percent more likely than men to experience depression. One in four women will suffer some form of depression in her lifetime. From anxiety attacks…to mood disorders, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and so on, women are under siege. And the majority of women who are wrestling with depression fit nicely into the twenty-five to forty-year-old age bracket.

“We aren’t depressed because we are getting old. We are depressed in the prime of our lives.

“During the years when we ought to be making some of our greatest contributions to others and to the world, we are stuck. Caught in a quagmire of confusion, hardly able to put one foot in front of the other.”

These are frightening statistics. And I fall squarely into this category. After years and years of giving and giving, I finally broke. It wasn’t all at once; it was a slow decline. What started as what I would have called a seasonal issue, turned into a constant one. I was turning into the angry and yelling parent I didn’t want to be. I was picking fights with my husband. I was unhappy and burnt out in my work. I would cry in my bed for hours at a time. I had finally hit the bottom of my glass.

In addition to depression and as a result of depression, other consequences of running on empty include physical health issues, and relationships that suffer – from our spouses, to our kids, to our friends.

You don’t have to raise your hand, but can any of you see yourselves either here or headed here? Or have you been here before?

It’s not a pretty place to be. In fact, it is a scary place to be. Scary because we haven’t been here before. Scary because we have. Scary because we don’t really know how we got here and scary because we don’t know how to get out.

For those of you there now, there is hope. For those of you who are headed in that direction, there is hope. For those of you who may find yourself there in the future, there is hope. Our cups can be refilled. We can reverse the damage of running on empty.

There comes a moment when we have a decision to make. A decision not to allow our cups to be emptied any further. A decision to purposefully refill our cups.

For us as women, it is not an easy decision, but it is a necessary one. It isn’t easy because it means that we have to say no to something or many things so we can say yes to what is needed and necessary.

The decision is this one. To rest.

Since creation, there has been a rhythm that was established by God: a rhythm of work and rest. According to Genesis after six days of work, God rested on the seventh day. In Exodus and other books of the Bible, He commanded the Israelites to work six days and rest on the seventh. He said that the fields should be worked for six years and then left to rest in the seventh year. This rhythm of life is necessary in order to continue on the path that we are on.

But rest doesn’t come easy for us, as women. Our lists are long. We fear we will drop the ball on something. We have errands to run. Kids to care for. Families to feed.

But the truth of the matter is this, if we don’t stop to rest, none of the things on our to-do list will be done well. Remember what they tell you on a plane? If you are traveling with those who need assistance and the need for oxygen masks arises, you are to put yours on first, and then place them on those in need. You know why? Because we are no good to anyone when we have passed out from lack of oxygen. In the same way, we are no good to anyone when we are running on empty.

For me, this looks different on different days. Some days rest is sitting on my porch swing with music. Some days rest is sitting on my porch swing surrounded by friends. Some days rest is taking a nap on my couch. Some days rest is taking my kids to the zoo. Some days rest is vegging in my bed with an episode of Lost or Castle. Some days rest is reading a book. Some days rest is dinner with my husband or a friend. Some days rest is getting drinks with some friends. Most days rest is exercising and eating well. Every night before bed rest is reading my devotionals, my Bible, and journaling.

Rest doesn’t have to look the same every time. But it does have to be something that fills your cup. And it does have to be scheduled.

One thing I have learned is to look at my calendar each week and figure out when I can schedule some down-time. Some of you may have to actually write it in on the calendar. And you may not even know exactly what that rest time will look like until the time comes, but you have to create it. It won’t just magically appear. I know that I have to go upstairs at a certain time each evening so I have time to sit with my Bible and my journal. I know I have to go to bed at a certain time so that I can get up and exercise. I have learned these things about myself and about what I need in order to make sure I am not running on empty. This is hard for me. I am by nature a night owl and would love to fall asleep to the TV playing Friends re-runs every night. But when I let myself fall into that kind of rut, I start fading again.

I have been reading a book with my Bible study group recently that is written by Jen Hatmaker entitled 7. Each week for the last seven weeks, we have been fasting from something: food, clothing, possessions, waste, spending and this week we are fasting from stress.

Impossible, right? But what that looks like for me is six alarms set on my phone. Six a.m., nine a.m., noon, three p.m., six p.m., and nine p.m. These alarms remind me to stop and take a moment to whisper a prayer. To rest for a moment. To read a scripture. To take a break from the “urgent” things I am working on.

I am bad at this. But I think it is a good rhythm for me. One that may just continue past this week. Because it is an alarm on my phone, which I always have with me, and may just be the cause of some of the stress and emptiness of my cup, it forces me to listen and be attentive to the call to rest.

Rest is imperative for us if we want to keep our cups full. But, there is also a second thing that is necessary for keeping our cups full. God fills us up when we rest but not so we can stay full. He fills us so that we can give more of ourselves. “Jesus is the source of a spring of living water that is always bubbling up, an unfailing source, ever fresh.” The well of Christ never runs dry – we will always have what we need when we receive His filling. And as a result of that, if we are filling ourselves up with Christ and the rest that we have been called to, the more we give away, the more we will get.

“In John 7:38, Jesus says, “If anyone is thirsty, let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him.” Again and again Jesus invites us to come to Him because He is the fountain of life. He knows that life is difficult and [He] offers us strength. Not only does He delight in filling our cup with His everlasting love and perfect peace, He will fill it to the fullest measure. The best part is that it will actually overflow onto all that we meet. And no one is more pleasant to be around than someone who has had her cup filled with the living God…This will free her up to love others unconditionally…” (Quoted from this blog.)

When we take the time to rest, to fill our cups, we will actually be able to complete those to-do lists better, with more energy, with more love, with more compassion, with more hope, than we ever could have when our cups were empty.

When the depression hit me hard, I had to seek help from medical professionals, and it is good that I did, but I also had to reorient my life and allow time for rest and rejuvenation. And I don’t do a great job of this all the time. In fact, it took God removing me from a job I had for over 13 years and placing me in a different area of ministry to really reinforce some of these principles of rest. But I always know when I stop planning for rest: my pace becomes hectic, I begin feeling burnt out, the depression ramps up, and I crash. When that happens, I have to stop; I have to choose to re-commit and make time for rest in my schedule, because I want to be able to give of myself to my family, to my friends, and to my God.

I encourage you to go home and open your calendars tonight, while this message is fresh, and start scheduling time for rest, so you, too, can be filled to overflowing and give of yourselves in new and fresh ways.

The Way of Gratefulness

I had an interesting conversation with my children this weekend. I made mashed potatoes for dinner one night, and Anne caught me supplementing them with some cauliflower. Because she saw it, she was determined that they were horrible mashed potatoes and spent the first part of our dinner complaining, and sharing her knowledge with her brother which brought on a bout of complaining from him as well.

My initial reaction was one of sheer frustration with children who were complaining about what they were eating instead of being grateful that there was food, and food they enjoy, on the table in front of them to eat.

Then I decided to try to make it a teaching moment (despite my frustration). I explained to them that when you come at everything in life with the attitude of complaint, then you are basically saying that the things you don’t like take precedence in your life over the good. I suggested that they instead choose to find reasons to be thankful for what they do have.

About two years ago I began journaling my prayers more regularly, and a little over a year ago, I made a conscious effort to change the way I was journaling. I began adding, “Thank You, Lord…” to almost every single day’s journal. It forced me to look at the day differently. It forced me to pray prayers of thanksgiving rather than prayers of complaint or petition for what I didn’t have.

Now, a day rarely goes by without me being grateful for multiple things throughout the day.

After talking to the kids, I was reading my devotions for the night and read this:

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It reminds me of the VeggieTales song my kids and I used to sing all the time:

I thank God for this day,
For the sun in the sky,
For my mom and my dad,
For my piece of apple pie!

For our home on the ground,
For His love that’s all around,
That’s why I say thanks every day!

Because a thankful heart is a happy heart!
I’m glad for what I have,
That’s an easy way to start!

For the love that He shares,
‘Cause He listens to my prayers,
That’s why I say thanks every day!

Perhaps it would be a good song for all of us to learn.

Pout or Party?

(This is an excerpt from a sermon I gave on Sunday, March 30, at Greenville First Presbyterian Church.)

Ever heard the story of The Prodigal Son? (If not, take a moment to read it here: Luke 15:11-32)

In this story, we see three main characters.

The first and main character in the story is the younger of two sons. This is the son referred to as the prodigal or lost son. This son requests the inheritance that is rightfully his and then runs off and squanders all that he has. It comes to a point that the young man is slopping pigs for another man and wishes he could eat what the pigs are eating. He eventually decides that working as a servant for his father would be preferable to the life he is currently living, so he heads off for home, seeking nothing more than the life of a servant on his father’s estate.

The next character that we get a good look at is the father. The father wants the best for his sons, so when the younger asks for his inheritance, he freely gives it. But when the younger son leaves home, the father is constantly watching and waiting for his return. He misses him. He wants to see him again. And on that day when he recognizes his son as he comes up the road, he runs to meet him. He offers him not what the son asks for, a position as a servant on his estate, but he offers forgiveness and a return to the rightful place in his home, as his son. The father rejoices and celebrates the son’s return.

The third character in the story, one that often times gets overlooked, or at least villianized for not being joyful at his brother’s return, is the older brother. In the NRSV, the heading actually reads “the parable of the prodigal and his brother,” possibly an indicator that there is something to notice about this older son. This brother has spent his life working on his father’s estate, doing what is right and fulfilling his duty. Upon his brother’s return, we see him questioning the servants and father about why there is a celebration for this wayward son who squandered his resources and shirked his duty. We see him refusing to participate in the celebration of his brother’s return, because he sees only the wrong that his brother has committed and compares it to the faithfulness that he has shown to his father. (Anyone recognize the story I told earlier here? Have you ever been like this son?)

Lately, I have been thinking about the church, the church being all the people of God. I have been considering what it means to be the church, what it means to be a Christian, and a follower of Christ. I have read lots of books about the church, what the church should be, what the church members should be, how we are to be the hands and feet of Christ, welcoming and non-judgmental, and so much more.

Then last week, I met with a friend and we started talking about this story. And we talked about it in terms of the church, and it really got me thinking about how we have much we can learn about ourselves as the church and as Christians if we look closely at this parable that Jesus told.

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This is a picture of Rembrandt’s oil painting The Return of the Prodigal Son. This painting depicts the moment the son returns to his father. We see him as he kneels before his father in repentance, wishing for forgiveness and a renewed place in the family, having realized that even his father’s servants had a better life than he was living. Notice how his father receives him with a tender gesture. One description of this picture suggests that his hands seem to suggest mothering and fathering at once; the left appears larger and more masculine, set on the son’s shoulder, while the right is softer and more receptive in gesture. Standing at the right is the prodigal son’s older brother, who crosses his hands in judgment, just like we read in Jesus’ parable recounted in Luke. The others in the picture are possibly servants, taking in the whole scene.

So what does this story have to do with the church?

I want you to think back, for some of us it may be way, way back, to the moment that you realized that you were a sinner in need of salvation. To that moment when it finally dawned on you that you needed Christ in your life. For some it may have been a truly rock-bottom place of desperation much like the prodigal son in the story. For others, it may not look just like that because you were raised in the church and have always thought of yourself as a good person. But regardless of which it was, there was a moment when you decided to humble yourself and ask Jesus to come into your life in such a way that it would be changed forever. In that moment, you became the son in our picture. God opened His arms wide for you. He embraced you. He offered grace and forgiveness. He ran to where you were and brought you into His house. The angels in heaven celebrated. You, God’s precious creation, were back home where you belonged.

But now time has passed. We are in God’s good graces. We are good people. We are doing what we are supposed to do. We come to church every week. We help out when we have to. We are doing good. Things are as they should be.

But we have forgotten something or at least distanced ourselves from something. We have forgotten what it was like to be that prodigal son. We have forgotten that we are broken, worn-down sinners who are still in need of grace; that same grace we received when we came to Christ. Not the punishment we deserved; not shunning; not slamming doors. We received the grace of open arms. But instead of offering that same grace, we begin acting like the entitled son. We think we know all the answers and how people should be treated based on their actions. We stand watching and looking at how right we have been, how we have done what we were supposed to do and we start groaning that we aren’t getting our due.

In the meantime, there are more prodigals that want to come home, but because we have forgotten what that is like, and we have kind of become Pharisees – more worried about how we think things are supposed to be than the salvation of souls – so they are afraid to come.

They are afraid to come because they might be judged and rejected for their sin, their clothes, their piercings, their tattoos, and their speech. They are afraid to come because they might not fit in and find friends because of friendships that have been long-established. They are afraid to come because they don’t know how to act, what to do, when to show up. They are afraid to come because we have become the older brother in this story.

I want you to note in the story that the older son had been doing all the right things. He stayed and worked for his father faithfully. He didn’t run off and squander money. He had the right actions down pat.

But his heart was where the issue lied. He thought he was missing out on something because he felt he should be rewarded for his good behavior. He thought it was unfair for someone who screwed up royally to be celebrated.

Too often, the church gets caught up in this older brother mindset. It’s the mindset of “we’ve always done it this way,” “we like the way we do this,” “this is who we are and how we do things.” The older brother mindset is one of making our accomplishments and our faithfulness of prime importance while looking down on those who don’t live up to our standards. Much like the Pharisee’s of Jesus’ time.

But the thing is, we have to consciously choose to stop acting like the older brother. We have to move to a different position in the picture. We have to become like the father. We have to start acting like our Heavenly Father, one who opens His arms to all who would come. He is always watching for those who may still be far off. He runs to them and embraces them. He is compassionate and loving and he offers grace and mercy instead of fear and judgment. He celebrates the return of the lost instead of turning them away. He doesn’t give what is deserved. As we emulate the Father, we are constantly in a position from which we can see where we once were, where we came from, how we were accepted and loved, forgiven and celebrated. God’s point of view is one of welcoming, knocking down walls, doing things based on need rather than based on ought.

I am reading a book entitled, When Bad Christians Happen to Good People, and I love the description the author, Dave Burchett, gives of what he calls the sinner-sensitive church.

The SSC would model non-judgmental attitudes. Issues such as having tattoos, body piercings, weird hair or ugly shoes would not be equated with demon possession. The SSC would pledge not to gossip, because we would realize that it’s only the grace of God that we are not the current targets. The sinner-sensitive church would value every spiritual, physical and financial gift, no matter how big or small. This church would appreciate but not elevate the person who made possible the new multipurpose wing through his or her enormous financial gift.

The SSC would make it a practice to reach out and care for one another sacrificially because we know that we all fall down in life. At the SSC we would have corporate executives holding hands in prayer with laborers and not thinking twice about it. Blacks and withes and Hispanics and others would break bread together because we all are sinners in the eyes of a color-blind God.

The sinner-sensitive church would give freely out of profound gratitude to a God who somehow saw fit to give us undeserved chance. The sinner-sensitive church would practice the prodigal-son ministry, running to welcome those who are returning home from mistakes and bad decisions and sin. Our members would get involved in other people’s lives. We would lovingly hold our brothers and sisters accountable to godly standards. Marriage would be cherished and taken seriously as a body of believers. Families would have a community of support during problems and trials.

Congregation members would not be so self-centered that they would demand the undivided attention of the pastor at every little crisis. Other believers would help meet many of the needs that Christians often prefer to leave to the “professionals” on staff. The people of this church would come on Sunday with hearts ready to be fed but also realizing that God has provided resources beyond any available in history to meet their spiritual hunger. Should they walk out the church doors still feeling needy, they would know they can draw from the marvelous resources of Christian books, music, radio, video, digital downloads, and studies to meet their needs.

The sinner-sensitive church would also delight in the company of other spiritual travelers and make it a priority that no one would ever feel alone. We would make each other feel valuable, but on occasion, a little uncomfortable. Being comfortable in church is not the primary goal. I am not always comfortable at the dentist’s office. I often arrive in pain because I have neglected to do what I should have done. The staff always makes me feel welcome and even cared for. Then the dentist confronts me with the truth: “You have let this go too long, and I must hurt you (a little) in order to heal you. You will have to pay a financial price and spend time recovering before you are completely well.” Those are the facts of my dental-hygiene sin.

Likewise, the sinner-sensitive church would not back off the truth, but we would seek God’s love to communicate that truth with grace so healing could take place. Decay, whether it appears in tooth enamel or the soul, must be addressed. We will tell one another the truth and explain that the process might be painful. We would participate in ongoing preventative maintenance and help one another deal with problems as soon as possible, before they become even more painful and expensive to fix.

The SSC would worship with enthusiasm, whether singing hymns or praise choruses, because God is worthy of that praise. The sinner-sensitive fellowship would have a sense of profound reverence because we have received God’s grace, the most amazing gift ever offered. The sinner-sensitive church would be so excited about this grace that the incredible news of the gospel would be as much a part of who we are as our jobs and our families.

Doesn’t this church sound like one in which the people of the church have truly learned how to become like the father in this story? Where arms are opened, where grace is extended, where healing occurs and hope abounds?

Each character in this story sees something different. The prodigal son sees only his sin and he recognizes that there are consequences and punishment needed for that sin.

The older son sees only his self. He is angry when he realizes that his actions and his righteousness appear to mean nothing to his father.

But the father sees something altogether different. He sees salvation. He sees the promise of a life restored.

And this is what the church, we the people of the church, must focus on. We can’t focus on our sin. We can’t focus on ourselves and our perceived righteousness. We must focus on the salvation of the world. The salvation of our neighbor. The salvation of the person who looks nothing like us and acts nothing like us. We must always be watching for them. We must be on the lookout for any hints that they might be turning into the lane and heading toward Christ. We must be ready to run to them with open arms full of grace and love.

There is something that is freeing about taking the focus off of our self, recognizing our sin and need of grace, and offering that same grace and salvation to others. It is a lot more fun to be a part of the party, celebrating the return and salvation of another of God’s children, than to be standing on the sidelines pouting because the party isn’t for us.