Happy Birthday!

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Some adults reaching their 40s try to make one last, desperate attempt to hang onto the past. Maybe they buy a sports car, take a vacation in the Caribbean, or – like the characters in the movie “City Slickers” – try to prove their masculinity by spending a week driving cattle! Others realize that it’s about time to finally grow up. They put away the “Grecian formula” and stop worrying about the strands of grey that increasingly pepper their hair. They decide to stick with a job for longer than just a few years. They begin to think seriously about what it means to raise their kids to be responsible adults (and just in time, too!). They may begin to question some of those things they’ve been so certain about for so long, whether it’s religion or politics or the importance of pro sports!

Next month marks my 40th “birthday” as a Christian and I find myself wrestling with similar issues on a spiritual level. It was easy when I was a kid to simply believe that God is good, He’s always loved me, and as long as I believe in Him I’ll go to heaven. But I find myself now struggling with really knowing God. My Dad asked me a couple months ago what I thought God thinks of me. After a few moments of pondering, I realized that the one word standing out in my mind is “disappointed.” I’m sure part of that comes simply from the realization of how many times I have let down my wife (and others) in ways big and small. But as I’ve continued to think about my dad’s question and my response, I just can’t seem to shake the feeling that, in spite of my very real, very strong, very heartfelt desire to serve God and glorify Him, I nonetheless fail frequently, and each time I do, I feel God’s haunting look of disappointment. (What’s even more concerning is that I’m afraid I’m giving my 13-year-old son reason to feel the same from me. At least I have some cognitive theological recognition that my view of God may be slightly skewed; I’m not sure my son does yet.)

At an even more personal level, I am at the same time struggling with allowing God to truly transform me – my actions as well as my view of Him. I’m afraid of what the short-term impact of that transformation may be: Will all my hidden sins be broadcast for the world to see? Will my wife and family accept a transformed me? What will transformation cost me? It is a colossal struggle that Paul captured well in Romans 7, a battle between good and evil, light and dark, Luke and Darth Vader (sorry!)…. Maybe I am less concerned with the outcome than I am with the process – I want the result but not the struggle, the gold medal but not the marathon.

In less than a month I’ll be going to Liberia, with the conviction (from others who know the country far better than me) that it is a land in need of transformation. But how can I bring that message when I am so desperate for the same? I hope and pray that God will reveal Himself to me in new ways in these last weeks, that I may go with the hope-filled message that God can and does work in us, even when we struggle against Him. I go with the hope that if God can use a murdering fundamentalist like Saul/Paul, then certainly He can use me, too.

We Will Believe…

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Directly across from me, leaning back against a tree, sat the family patriarch. He looked 75 but was likely 15-20 years younger. Around us sat his family – young children, teenagers, and a few perhaps in their early 20s. My hosts brought me a small stool on which to sit, and for the next 30 or 40 minutes we talked about my faith and theirs, the Bible and the Q’ran, about Jesus and Islam. Several times, the patriarch – I never got his name – told me, “What you say is good.” As we concluded our conversation he invited us to return the next day to talk more, but with regret I explained that this was our last day in the area. Repeating his affirmation, “what you say is good,” he added, “We will believe, me and my family. Not today, but probably in two or three days, we will believe.”

“We will believe….” The words of this patriarch have come back to me again and again – sometimes almost hauntingly – in the three years since I sat with him in Ethiopia. I have prayed for him and his family often, and long to return and meet him again. Perhaps I will, or perhaps we will only meet when we stand together before the throne of Jesus.

This fall I have the opportunity to travel once again to Africa – not to Ethiopia, but to Liberia on the west coast. This oldest of African republics was devastated by civil war over the past two decades – a war that left 250,000 dead, thousands more displaced, a nation in economic ruin, and rampant corruption and unemployment. Significant portions of Monrovia, the capital, remain without electricity and running water.

Our global pastor, Josh Butler, and his wife, Holly, were recently in Monrovia. Read her first impressions: “The city is glum, there is trash piled everywhere and most buildings are either bombed out and empty, bombed out and being used still, or made out of pieces of trash. The poverty here is extreme.”

Our church here in Portland, Imago Dei Community, wants to be part of the solution in Liberia, and so we are beginning what we anticipate will be a long-term partnership with key Christian leaders there. In the midst of the corruption and largely ineffectual progress in other relief projects, the integrity and wisdom of these leaders has attracted the attention of the very highest levels of government.

In October, I will join an 11-person team from Imago Dei going to Monrovia to join the work already in progress. Mount Barclay, a refugee camp outside Monrovia, is home to about 15,000 residents living in abject poverty. Last September, working with Liberian pastor Saah Joseph, a Portland-based organization called Plan Loving Adoptions Now dedicated a school that now hosts 600 children in the Mount Barclay region. These children either walk or are driven to the school from several villages – requiring two vans and multiple trips per day!

Our team will focus on four primary needs:

  • Additional construction work on the elementary school, a kitchen, and a secure storage facility
  • Counseling and job skills training for girls transitioning out of prostitution
  • Pastoral training with local church leaders
  • Long-term strategic planning for our partnership

Over the past few years, God has been impressing upon me the changing role of the American church in global evangelization. While in Liberia, I will not only be helping with construction, but also listening to and learning from the pastors and other leaders there, with an ear specifically toward understanding how Imago Dei and other US churches can best support and serve our brothers and sisters in Liberia. (This will also benefit my seminary studies, as I was recently approved to do an “individualized study” course I designed on “Developing a Church-Based Short-Term Mission Strategy.”)

Of course, a trip like this is expensive – but what price do we put on the lives of people who may gain eternal life through our efforts? What is the value of the patriarch and his family with whom I sat under a tree in 2005? Or a child, orphaned by war, whose future is bleak except for the hope offered by a good education, healthy food, and loving caregivers? Imago Dei – an eight-year-old church – has already contributed more than $12,000 toward the construction needs, plus thousands more toward clean water wells in Liberia and elsewhere.

Eileen and I have prayed for this opportunity and the lifelong impact we believe it will have…for Imago Dei, for Liberia, and even for our family. We would ask you to pray about whether and how you might help make it possible for me to go. We would love to have your prayers, your encouragement, and your financial support.

Would you take a moment right now to pray for this opportunity? As God leads, please contact me for specific information on how you can support me.

– Randy

Short-Term Missions

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Welcome, MMI readers! Thanks to Todd Rhoades of MMI, I read a good Washington Post article about the changing face of short-term missions. You can read Todd’s post and the followup comments here, as well as link to the WP article.

What I’d like to hear is what your churches are doing in the way of missions…specifically short-term missions (STM). Hear are some things I’d love to know; feel free to go beyond these questions, though:

  • How does STM fit into your broader mission strategy? (Does it? Do you have a broader strategy?)
  • Do you have an ongoing relationship/partnership with a western/US-based mission agency through which you implement your STM strategy? Who/what? What is the focus?
  • Do you have ongoing relationships/partnerships with non-western agencies or churches?
  • Do you have a particular focus area? If so, how did you identify that?
  • What is the nature of your involvement? (e.g., relief, development, evangelism, medical, etc.)
  • How do you select and prepare short-term missionaries/teams? What do you do “post-field” with your team, the people you visited, the senders/supporters, etc.?
  • How do you seek to get your whole church engaged, versus merely the “mission zealots” (my term!)?

Finally, what is the one thing you wish you did better?

Energizing

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This will be a more personal entry than most; not quite a diary entry, but perhaps close.
Over the last few weeks, Eiley and I have had some conversations (mostly too short!) about our involvement at Imago – where, how, when, etc. There are a number of challenges to that, not the least of which is geographic, with our location at some distance from ID, our kids’ schools, and my work (not to mention seminary, which I continue to plug away at). Another challenge is the broader “life situation” we are in right now: on the heels of a rather lengthy (5+ years) wilderness experience that has brought both of us through some significant times of introspection, reevaluation, reflection…. The journey has shaken my self-confidence (normally quite high!) and led me toward a much-needed, increased confidence in God – even as I have often shaken my finger at him, screamed at him, cried to him, questioned him, and just wondered at his seeming absence. I think in many respects, it is that shaken self-confidence that has kept me from getting more involved in areas at Imago that I might have jumped into several years ago.

One of the big challenges I’ve faced over the past five years is that I’ve been involved in very few activities that are truly energizing for me – typically, activities that involve teaching, training, and strategic leadership in one form or fashion. In the past, I have been involved in those kinds of things at church through adult Sunday School classes, small groups, church board; and at work through department leadership and staff training.

Taking Jesus Seriously – Part II

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Rereading my last post, I realize that I wasn’t terribly focused. I went from Shane Claiborne to the righteous rich kid (aka “the rich young ruler”) to God dealing with oppression throughout the Bible to a guilt trip because I’m in the classic oppressing group (white male American Republican evangelical Christian)…to trying to figure out how to battle oppression from within. Kind of a dizzying post, I must admit, so let me step back a bit and try to focus on two related questions: first, was Jesus serious when he spoke?; and second, what would it mean for me if he really was serious?

So, was Jesus serious when he spoke? I’m not talking about whether he was making jokes, but did he mean what he said? When he told the rich kid to sell everything, was he really asking the guy to do that, or was he exaggerating to make a point? When he said to turn the other cheek, did he mean it? Or when he said that you can’t be his disciple if you don’t hate your mom? I know there are hermeneutical principles we need to know and understand that will help answer these questions. I also know how easy it could be to explain away any significant meaning behind Jesus’ words; and in doing so, to justify my desire to not take him seriously. Which leads to my second question…

What would it mean for me if he really was serious? This is where guys like Shane Claiborne make me just a bit uncomfortable…because they take Jesus seriously, and they live it out. Not that they do it perfectly, mind you, but they’re trying. So when they read about Jesus taking care of the poor, they figure they ought to do that, too. When Jesus talks about feeding the hungry and clothing the naked, they do it. And when they do, it really messes me up, because I figure if they’re taking him seriously, maybe I need to, too!

One thing about Jesus, though: he didn’t seem to say the same thing to different people too often. Not that he was inconsistent, mind you; rather, he individualized his message. Go figure – he met people where they were at and spoke to their particular need. So when the rich kid asks how to get eternal life, Jesus hits at what’s keeping him from having it: stuff. When he sees a diminutive tax collector up in a tree straining for the slightest glimpse, Jesus goes the distance by inviting himself over for dinner. When Peter boldly proclaims his undying devotion, Jesus points out the chicken within.

So to figure out what it means for me to take Jesus seriously, I have to open myself to his probing eyes and words. I have to let him look into my fears, my idols, my security blankets (which are little more than rags)…and I have to open my ears to him, to whatever he might say to me. And more than likely, whatever he says is probably going to be difficult in some way – it might mean giving up something I don’t think I can live without; or looking foolish to someone…maybe even someone I’d like to impress; or displeasing parents. It may look radical and unconventional and countercultural and…well, it probably is.

Take a look at Jer 42. Some people come to Jeremiah, asking him to ask God about something and promising to do whatever God says, good or bad. But when Jeremiah tells them the message, they respond, “you’re lying!” Not the most charitable or faithful response, huh? I wonder how many times I’ve done that?

I’m sure I’ll be pondering this some more; I hope I get a chance to write more, too.