This is me right now

New ventures aside, and whatever else I think I know aside, this is me:

My Lord God
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
Nor do I really know myself,
and the fact that I think I am following
your will does not mean
that I am actually doing so.
But I believe that my desire to please you
does in fact please you.
And I hope that I have that desire
in all that I am doing.
I hope that I will never do anything
apart from that desire.
And I know that if I do this
you will lead me by the right road
though I may know nothing about it.
Therefore will I trust you always
though I may seem to be lost
and in the shadow of death.
I will not fear,
for you are ever with me,
and you will never leave me
to face my perils alone
.
- Thomas Merton (1915-1968)

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Broadening

The Kingdom of God is bigger, nearer, and more present than I thought.

The biblical writers were more communicative about more things than I thought.

The notion of what’s really biblical is far less “biblical” than I thought. (Maybe I’ll start using the term “bible-y”).

Some things are far less important to them than I thought.

The Gospel is more scandalous/exclusive/inclusive than I realized.

The Church (has been/could/should/is potentially/will be) more noticeable and powerful than I could have imagined.

People are still as hurting and needy as ever.

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Everything seems to have gotten bigger, broader, and deeper over a few weeks time. Like how God works.

Speaking of school…

…this is what mine is doing:

Seminary?!

Yes, I’m in seminary. It still sounds strange to hear myself say that. I would much rather say I’m simply taking seminary classes, because it makes it sound like it’s less of a big deal. I’m only going part-time after all. But after my first two weeks it’s become evident that I really am in something rather than just doing something.

Seminary has always been a touchy subject for me. For a long time now people would encourage me every now and then that seminary would be a good fit and that I should pursue full-time ministry. While it did encourage me I always rebelled against the idea that I had to go to seminary in order to fulfill my potential and do great things for God. If that’s the case, then real ministry is only for a select few people with the right education and credentials, which simply  isn’t true.

On top of that, much of my spiritual rearing has come from sitting at the feet of wise, mature, godly “regular” guys…. men who took the Bible very seriously, saw ministry as an essential and normal part of the Christian life, were gifted teachers and had a lifetime of wisdom to share with me. And none of them were “formally” trained. In fact, among certain groups I would hear about the dangers of seminary training, how it can lead to a sense of entitlement, how it contributes to a ministry-is-for-professionals mentality, how it can inflate the pride, and of course about how it isn’t biblical because none of the early disciples were educated. Because I clung so tightly to these opinions at times (for the sake of wanting to be accepted) mixed with a genuine desire for people to know the live the Gospel, it became easy to associate a lot of problems with the church … you know, how people always say “The problem with the church is” as though there is only one problem and the person saying it doesn’t have any of their own anyhow, it became easy for me to associate problems with professionalism. Seminary in my mind was the place where sheltered church kids went to grad school so that when their senior pastor father hired them as youth pastor, the nepotism wouldn’t seem to obvious. There they would about programs and how to grow a church and would propagate a heartless, gospel-less churchianity.

Now that description is a harsh overgeneralization, and it goes beyond my perspective. But it is fair to say that I thought that way from time to time, especially if I had a personal encounter with a person or group that seemed caught up in the “church game.” My for real friends and I would make fun of these types and pharisaically conclude that we would never be a part of it.

But on the other hand it’s always been obvious the benefits of seminary: learning from people who have given their lives to a certain subject, being around like-minded people, engaging those who’ve gone before us through what they’ve written, being challenged to think for yourself and outside of the box you were reared in, etc. That’s all descriptive of education in general. But put it in the context of Christ and the Church… who wouldn’t like that? Not to mention how many people I’ve learned from who’ve pursued seminary.

So I’ve wrestled with my perspective over the years. I’ve challenged those who really thought I should go, and I’ve challenged those who thought the whole idea was stupid. I’ve grown to love books and theology and such. I’ve contacted various seminaries for information, and then thrown the information in the garbage after thinking “What would I do after graduation? I’m not trying to get a job. It’s a poor use of money.”

Now I’m taking two classes at Alliance Theological Seminary.

Did anything change? Did I sell out to my “priesthood of all believers” emphasis on ministry? No, certainly not. Leaders are to equip the priesthood for ministry.

Do I want to be an “elite” or “professional Christian?” No. I’m going a semester at a time. A degree isn’t a concern right now. I’m still working full time, though I’m open to change if the opportunity presents itself.

What if I do go into ministry full-time? Am I OK with getting paid? Yes. That argument is so, so silly. It’s something I regret buying into so deeply. Jesus and Paul are clear on laborers and wages. If I do cross that bridge, it won’t be a struggle.

Part of what the Lord is doing in me in beating the Pharisee out of me. I’m seeing how in my desire to not be religious in certain ways, I went about it by becoming very religious in other ways. I thought one thing was better than another because it was the “biblical” thing to think among those around me. Part of it was also the fear of man in play. I wanted to feel that I fit in, was accepted, and respected. Will I now lose the respect of people I love because I’m breaking from the mold a bit? I’ve learned that it doesn’t matter, and it’s the wrong question to ask.

I don’t want make the mistake of letting the pendulum swing in the opposite direction … I’m just writing about where I am now.

And how much I love it.

My surrounding community of church, friends, and family has fully backed me up. I’m learning from scholars and missionaries and being challenged in great ways, only two weeks in so far (learning the context of the New Testament has brought a vibrancy to my bible reading). I’m meeting people who love the Lord and will do great things. Above all else, I so admire that attitude that my school has about diversity, agreement, and purpose. It’s the real deal.

This is where I find myself at the moment. In the beginning of December, it was not on the radar. Now I’m here. I still can’t say I know 100% why.

I’m staring at all the books on my bookshelf and thinking on the various degrees of education and formal training each of the authors had. Some had little to none. Some had years and years. But God has shaped them each in His own unique way so that they could make outstanding contributions to the Kingdom of God. As I contemplate that fact, I’m thankful that I don’t have to condition myself to anyone else’s formula for success or godliness. I just need to belong to Him, and wherever I am, be all there.

I’m in this. Maybe only for a season. But I know the culture is changing, the Church is changing and I am changing. Let’s see where it goes.

Don’t Call It a Comeback

I need to start writing again. It’s been a long, long time. There’ve been no blog posts, no facebook rants, and few journal entries. I think that time is over.

The “quiet season” began just as recognition that I need to shut my mouth sometimes. I have a few too many opinions on things, those which I consider to be important and well-informed about. But I recognize how often I’ve been wrong and how often perspective changes for me, which is now causing me to withhold from spilling my guts all the time. And truth be told, I don’t really enjoy people who are constantly ranting, trying to gain an audience, trying to teach, trying to get people to think like themselves, etc., and I assess that I can very hypocritically fall into that category. So I shut up for awhile.

Another realization is simply that I’ve had little to say lately, or at least little new to say. I do believe in the re-emphasis of that which is of most importance, but there wasn’t the freshness with which to say it. I needed new experiences to bring forth old truths, mainly that God is good. But I was on cruise control, and nobody wants to hear from someone who is on cruise control, so I stayed quiet.

Suffice it to say that cruise control is over, and has been for some time now. There has been a surge of activity and change, of hope and desire, which lends itself to a more potent thought life which creates the need to share rather than hold it in (the title of this blog is appropriate).

There are more than a few reasons for the season, but I think it is fair to trace it back to a simple phone call from a friend towards the end of the fall, then the ensuing visit with him and conversation. That was coupled with my own internal stirrings and frustrations which were validated by conversations with other friends. Now I’m here.

I’m being intentionally vague, of course, because I want to share the full extent of my experiences at once rather than enticing sneak previews. I know one should do such things to get people to read your blog, but I don’t care much about that. What I do care much about it articulately expressing what’s happening in my life, to help my own understanding and hopefully encourage friends who read.  I hope to write about  following Jesus, and how Jesus is making it simultaneously easier and harder to follow Him at this point in my life.

I’m hopeful for us all.