A Mean Prayer

Dear God: You know I’m not very good at prayer. I try, but my small words always get stuck on big ideas.  I’m trusting you know what I need–and what my prayers mean–even when I don’t.

I’ve read my Bible a few times and there are lots of things in there that bother me. Some of the things that bother me most are things the Bible says you’ve done. I’ve always thought of you as a creative force for good. Yet the Bible says that back in the day you did some pretty destructive things. Things that in my limited judgment seem out of character for the benevolent creator of this vast universe.

The Bible says that you. . .

drowned the world with water,

and destroyed cites with fire,

and ravaged crops with locusts,

and struck down the the firstborn of an entire nation,

and that you commanded your people to wipe out entire cities.

While these stories make me uncomfortable, I’ve always assumed you had your reasons. I can appreciate that the point you were making with these brutal acts of judgment made perfect sense at the time, even it they now cause people like me, living in a different time and place, to pass judgment on the way you did things back then.

But today I’m looking at such things from a different angle, and I’m wondering if it’s not time for you to make another point in a way that only you can.

I’m not asking you to do any of the things I’ve just mentioned, but the Bible says you did some other things back then that still might play well today:

Remember the time when you took away the voice of a religious man who should have known better? Or the time when you struck a misguided religious zealot with temporary blindness? I think you could still get away with stuff like that without being criticized for it by people like me.

Now Lord, I’m not asking you to kill anyone. But I’m wondering if maybe you might be willing to step in and do something about that church–you know the one–that is making headlines by spewing hate in your name? They’re heaping abuse on those who are already suffering terribly and they’re giving you the credit for it.

What about a tornado in the middle of the night that destroys their building (but injures no one of course)? Would you consider striking their leader blind for a few days? That did wonders for Saul. Or maybe muting his voice for several months? Give him a large chunk of quiet time to think about his hateful rhetoric and maybe the next time he speaks he’ll have a different message. Or how about a hoard of crickets overrunning their property?  Not too many, just enough to drown out their message with constant chirping.

I trust that you’ll do the right thing in this. Just please intervene and let the world know that you do not approve of what these people say and do. There’s a lot of us down here already saying so, but I think it would mean a lot more to the rest of the world if it came from you directly.

That’s about it. Thank you and good night. (I can’t bring myself to offer this prayer in the name of Jesus because I’m not sure he would approve.  So this one is all on me. Though if he wants to give it a thumbs up when it crosses his desk, I would appreciate the endorsement.)

Your frustrated servant,

Wade

Oh, and one more thing. If in your infinite wisdom you know that by answering this prayer and doing any of the things I’ve just suggested, it would nudge me irreversibly in the direction of becoming the kind of person I’ve just prayed against, then please disregard this prayer altogether.  Like I said, I don’t always understand what my prayers mean and sometimes I need to be forgiven for saying mean prayers.

The F-Word

In this post, I want to noodle around a bit with an idea and see what comes of it.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve had several friends gently, lovingly, but forthrightly challenge my use of the word “failure” in a few of my recent posts. It seems that some have done so because they’re afraid I’m internalizing the word “failure” and while using it to describe a recent project, I’m also applying it in a self-descriptive way.

They’re doing their best to keep me from saying, “I am a failure.” Lord knows nothing good comes from walking around with that phrase rattling about in our heads. So I can appreciate that they’d want to prevent me from this form of self-mutilation.

However, I still don’t think it’s inappropriate to use the word “failure” to describe certain projects and experiments.

If I go out to the track later today and state that my goal is to run a mile in less than 5 minutes and then proceed to run one in five minutes and thirty seconds, I will have failed to achieve my goal. This doesn’t mean I’m a failure, but it does mean I failed to reach my goal.

If a scientist steps into a lab to test his hypothesis and finds that after a series of experiments his hypothesis isn’t validated by the data, then he can say that he failed to prove his hypothesis. It doesn’t make him a failure, but it does mean that he failed to prove what he set out to prove.

When I speak about a “failed church plant” I’m speaking about how we failed to achieve our overall goals as a community, one big one being to launch sustainable weekly gatherings. That doesn’t mean that everyone involved in the project is a failure, but it does mean that we failed to reach our goal.

I see no problem with using the word in this objective sense. It is bracing, but it is also square with reality.

Of course, history has proven that perceived failures can lead to other positive, if unexpected, outcomes. Even when used objectively, the passage of time opens up the word “failure” to subjective reinterpretation.

Failing to run a sub five-minute mile can create a greater sense of determination and perseverance in the runner who plans to come back to the track week after week until he reaches his goal. A failed scientific experiment may fail to prove a hypothesis and yet at the same time open the door to even greater discoveries. Only God knows what eternal fruit will result from a failed church plant.

That last sentence gets us down to the real business of this discussion.

Many of us are comfortable using the word failure in relation to athletics, or business, or science, but when it comes to the things of God, we balk, and understandably so. It is easy to oversimplify things and say, “The reason something failed is because God wasn’t involved.” But that doesn’t always square with reality either, especially for those who are close to the project. We experience God throughout the course of events, and yet we still fail to achieve our goals. I wonder if the reason some cringe when they hear the phrase “failed church plant” is because they do not believe it is appropriate to ever describe anything of which God is a part, as a “failure.” So they challenge my use of the word out of a desire to defend God.

But what if by acting on this admirable impulse, they are playing their cards a bit too early and inadvertently stealing God’s thunder? When speaking of failure, people of faith must always leave room for God to redefine the word for us. He can redefine failure as no one else can, but such redefinition belongs to him and him alone. Let us not presume to redefine our failures for God. Is it possible that when we jump in too soon and try to redefine our own failures, or the failures of others on their behalf, we blunt the force of the surprising twists God intends to give to the many failures we accumulate through the course of a lifetime?

Could it be that by boldly using the word “failure”, and always in the objective sense, we’re leaving room for God to apply his own subjective reinterpretation to it?

Jesus was a failed Messiah. For three days, there was no other way to describe him. His death on the cross left no other option. Then God stepped in and redefined Jesus’ failure as faithfulness and reinterpreted the cross as a symbol of victory rather than defeat.

That God says “resurrection” doesn’t mean we should stop saying “dead.” The former needs the latter to have any meaning at all. That God intends to redeem our disappointments and shortfalls doesn’t mean we can’t or shouldn’t still use the word “fail.”

So this is what I say: Go forth and fail. Fail often and fail boldly. Do not shrink from calling your failure what it is. Hold it up for the world to see. Then place it’s dead body in the tomb and seal it with a stone.

What comes out three days later is entirely up to God.

Being Happy for Jesus

There’s an element of the resurrection that is oft-overlooked when Christians celebrate Easter.

Yes, the resurrection is good news for the world, and yes, it’s good news for sinners like us.

But have you ever thought about how the resurrection is good news for Jesus?

After all, he was the one who was dead!

We’re so selfish in our spiritual pursuits that we skip over Jesus and jump immediately to the implications of Jesus’ resurrection for us.

When was the last time you let yourself be genuinely happy for Jesus in the same way you would be happy for a friend who just received some wonderful news?

When we forget to be happy for Jesus we diminish his pre and post-resurrection humanity. It’s as if we believe that since he was the Son of God, resurrection wasn’t that big of a deal for him. Simply a foregone conclusion.

What if when he is enduring Black Friday, he’s doing so with the hope of resurrection, rather than the certainty of it?

I know, I know, this goes against the grain of an all-knowing Jesus who always knows what everyone is thinking and what is about to happen next. But still, it makes for a more human Jesus, not to mention a better story, to see him on the cross trusting God to take care of him in death, rather than just enduring the cross so that the Father could trump evil with the inevitable resurrection card.

On the cross, Jesus asks the question, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”

What if he doesn’t get his answer until Sunday when the Father raises him from the dead? The resurrection is the Father’s way of saying to Jesus, “My son, I have not forsaken you, I have not abandoned you to the grave, I will not let my son see decay.”

Without the resurrection, Jesus would be just another failed Messiah who was tossed onto the garbage heap of history with all the others who couldn’t back up what they said. But Jesus is different, his Father set him apart from all the rest.

The resurrection is the Father’s way of repeating what he said at Jesus baptism, “This is my son, of whom I am quite proud, listen to him.”

The resurrection means that Jesus is alive, that Jesus is Lord, and that Jesus has been rewarded for the way he lived and died.

Let’s be happy for our Lord, brother, and friend.

Dwight Schrute on the Resurrection

Yesterday, I had someone tell me that part of my teaching reminded her of Dwight Schrute.

While not intended to be done in the Schrute-ian style, I can see why she made the connection. See if you can picture Dwight saying this to the camera.


Let’s say you and I get in a fight.
And you become so angry with me that you kill me.
Then, let’s say that several days later, God raises me from the dead.
Whose side do you think God is on?
Who is right and who is wrong?
Who would you start listening to?

N. T. Wright on Colbert

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