Leftism and the Kingdom

Someone has said, “When the church does not disciple the world, the world disciples the church.”

For nearly two weeks now I’ve had a growing sadness and alarm in the depths of my spirit:  The news of the church shootings in Charleston was a well-placed punch in the gut for most of us.  And quickly on its heels came two Supreme Court decisions that severed America from Constitutional clarity and set it adrift in the tides of relativism, public opinion and political expediency.  Facebook and web forums predictably erupted into vicious denunciations and hostile invective.  And now we have entered a contentious new territory which – apart from a great turning – could explode into unimaginable destabilization and bloodshed.

Today I simply want to remind my friends of two things:

#1. People are never the problem.  I know it’s quite easy to feel that way, and in fact there is a large segment of America already practiced at maligning others as “evil”, “racist”, and “standing in the way of progress.”  Jesus followers must never allow themselves to descend into that mindless approach, for whenever a culture has demonized people, it inevitably falls into the blackness of genocide, gas chambers and “final solutions.”

The problem is not people, but the lies people believe.  Let me go a step further and say it’s the lies we believe, because whether we know it or not, there are always vestiges of deception lying around in our own thought processes, and that realization ought to keep each of us perpetually humble before God.  For this reason Kingdom-seekers ought to forever champion humility, understanding and Truth.

#2. There is still the great untried truth of the Kingdom.  Leftism has gained such staggering ground in America because the leftists have learned to articulate their story and sought out the places of cultural influence to tell it.  They preach from hollywood sound-studios, academic halls, and media outlets a story that offers a hope, (false as  it is), to the hungry masses.   Their story has been told well, it’s being tested at this moment, and it will ultimately usher us into a living hell on earth.

And meanwhile…  we stand before church congregations and preach a shriveled narrative of forgiveness and escape from this world of darkness – a story that cannot even be tested until we die!   This narrative of getting into heaven when we die has played itself out; It will NOT capture the minds and hearts of this confused generation.  But the story of the Kingdom will!  How do I know?  It’s the same story that has fueled our hearts from our earliest years, and it’s the very story the King himself told to invite the world into life and blessing.

Jesus and facts

I’m thinking today about how totally comfortable Jesus is with facts. Too many sincere Christians become skittish in the face of science and scrutiny.  We fret and worry that if the right yarn is pulled it might be the one that unravels the whole sweater.  The Son of God is not some fragile gift shop curio that needs to be kept under glass.  And the sooner we see it, the better off we’ll be.

The great missionary to India, E. Stanley Jones, wrote that he made the happy discovery in that continent of inquirers that he could put his faith in front of the world and say, Here he is, brothers.  Break him if you can.”  The difference between Jones and many in the church today is that He did his homework; He asked the difficult questions, and discovered a case robust enough to stand up under the critics.

The carpenter of Nazareth built more than tables and chairs.  He fashioned the world of reality from the ground up, and has nothing to fear under investigation.  The one who rebuked the storm is not intimidated by the facts of his own universe.  He owns the facts!  He invented them!  “All things were created by him, and apart from him nothing was created that has been created.”  When the evidence is torn apart and examined under the microscope, the telescope, or the petri dish, he will be standing right there behind it with a knowing glimmer in his eye.

“He was there before any of it came into existence, and he holds it all together right up until this very moment.”   – Colossians 1:17 (Msg)

There’s nothing fragile about this Christ.  Though the world may cave in upon itself and the stars be sucked into a wormhole, He will remain towering above the ruins.   Let’s do our homework and invite the neighbors to present their best questions!

Three great fears

Three great fears tend to worry the sons of Adam:  “Do I matter?” “Do I belong?” and “Am I able?”   While modern culture tells us we’re merely “dust in the wind”, the Kingdom answers all three questions with a beautiful richness that is absent from any other philosophy, science or religion.

Do I matter?   Aren’t we all aching to know that our lives matter; that we’re more than spare parts to a great machine we call the universe? To this question, Jesus made the delightful observation that we are so valuable to the Father that “Even the very hairs on your head are all numbered”.  (Matthew 10:30)  In a universe where not a single sparrow falls without his notice, we are the crown of His creation, made in His image and created to leave an eternal mark on the world.  In fact, so precious are we to him that Jesus crossed all worlds, entered our darkness, shared our sufferings, and redeemed us at a staggering price.  The Kingdom assures us that not only do we matter, but everything we do matters; that even a cup of cold water given to a thirsty child in the name of Jesus is noticed and valued by the Father.  (Matthew 10:42)

Do I Belong?   Most of us easily default to feeling like cosmic orphans, searching for a place to belong.  Paul tells us in Ephesians 1:4-5 that Even before he made the world, God … decided to adopt us into his own family by bringing us to himself through Jesus Christ. This is what he wanted to do, and it gave him great pleasure. We are not an afterthought to God!  He has had us in his heart since before creation itself, awaiting the moment when he could adopt us into His circle of Trinitarian love!  We are His pearl of great price for which he sold everything.  And now we have been included in his large and glorious family! 

Am I able?  “Do I have what it takes?” This is where the Spirit shines so beautifully.  The full work of redemption didn’t stop with forgiveness.  It was completed on Pentecost when God returned by His Spirit to live once again in his sons and daughters as he had in Eden.  Abba’s aim from the beginning was to win us back, flood us with His life and fill us with His power!  “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you.”  (Acts 1:8)  “I tell you the truth, anyone who believes in me will do the same works I have done, and even greater works, because I am going to the Father.”  (John 14:12)  There is much left to be done in this world, and the Spirit makes us equal to the task!   So yes, we ARE capable…  “not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit says the Lord!”  (Zechariah 4:6)

The sons of the Kingdom understand that they are loved, included, and designed to make a difference in the world.  And that is a message of hope our friends are waiting to hear!

The playground bully

I have a confession to make about this blog: It frightens me. I’m afraid of being wrong, afraid of being boring, and afraid of offending people.  And that’s just for starters.  But fearful writers don’t connect.  Playing it safe, they’re too timid to inspire or to speak the truth.  And so I wrestle for courage every time I post.

The other day God reminded me about playing on seesaws when I was a kid.  I was scrawny in those days, and my happy seesaw-memories often crash-landed with some bully on the other end talking smack about bumping my boney butt to the ground.  And so I hung there, disabled and distressed.

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Fear is a bully on the other end of the board who leaves us dangling, steals our joy, and intimidates us into silence.  Having only two weapons in his toolbox, when a child of God refuses to open the front door to Satan’s lies, he sneaks around to the back door to threaten us with fear.  I’ve been learning to reject the lies for awhile now, and so I regularly get badgered at the backdoor.

But faith is no lightweight on the seesaw. With the full gravity of Reality backing it up, faith sees from God’s perspective and leaves fear dangling and defenseless. “I sought the Lord and he heard me, and delivered me from all my fears. They looked unto him and were lightened. (Psalm 34:4-5 KJV)

These are fearful days. It’s easy to allow our popular godless culture to intimidate us into silence, shaking in our shoes when we ought to be shouting in assurance.   “When the son of man comes, will He find faith on the earth?”  (Luke 18:8)

The daily challenge to stand our ground is not rocket science.  It’s as simple as making the choice to believe God in the presence of the bully.   For me this morning, that means clicking on the “Publish This Post” button.

(I couldn’t find any copyright information on the photo above, but it was too good to pass up!)

Whimper of doom, or bullhorn of hope?

Yesterday I caved into a friend and watched one of those terrifying videos about America being “Babylon the Great mother of harlots” soon to be thrown into chaos by an EMP attack. (Better act now if you want to survive). I normally avoid those sorts of things on the premise that they disempower our hearts and produce a panic over the “inevitible” rather than a hope for the future. Some end-time presentations carry the silent message, “There’s little you can do apart from tightening your seatbelt and preparing for impact.”

Of course that’s contrary to everything Jesus is, and everything he taught. We have a clear part to play, and we don’t fulfill our destiny by “surviving” in fallout shelters and holes in the ground. Any preacher, author, or YouTube video that leaves us running for the hills or stockpiling food and ammunition carries a distorted message of the Kingdom at best. God’s word encourages us to prepare for troubled times, but there’s never a hint of fatalism and helplessness. While religion is waving the flag of doom, God’s children are manning the bullhorn of hope: “These are exciting times!” “Darkness as black as night covers the nations of the earth, but the glory of the LORD arises upon you.” (Isaiah 60:2)

Animals, on the other hand, seem to becoming “kingdomized.” Videos by the boatload are surfacing of species playing together: Orangutangs with cheetahs, lions with bears, and dogs with leopards. My friend, Beth, calls them “millenial animals.” These furry friends are aligning themselves with the Kingdom of God and offering a glimpse of the future .  We ought to be doing the same.

(photo from today.com)
(photo from today.com)

“The wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together; and a little child will lead them.” (Isaiah 11:6).

As much as we Believers need to recognize the darkness, ours is the honor of pointing the way forward. “Nations will come to your light, And kings to the brightness of your rising.” (Isaiah 60:3) Regardless of what may come, it’s time to turn from our fatalism and boldly proclaim the Hope of God’s Kingdom.

Front row seats, but missed the show

Mark 6:52 is such a sad verse: “For they had not gained any insight from the incident of the loaves, for their heart was hardened.”

One of the great benefits I’ve discovered in writing this blog is that it requires me to live with my eyes open.  If I drift through the days with a dull heart, I will have nothing to say.   (And lets be honest, there are great chunks of time when I fail to update for that very reason).

One of the best, most powerful “prophetic words” I ever received was when I was about to leave for my YWAM training in 1994, and a friend from church locked his gaze on me and said, “Pay attention!”   Those two words became lodged in my heart and over the years have come rushing back into my mind in airports, gardens, classrooms and conversations.  Annie Dillard, the insightful author of A Pilgrim at Tinker Creek has said “A writer is a professional observer”, and I would add “so is a disciple of Jesus Christ.”  

How sad that these disciples had a front row seat for the miracle of the loaves and fish, and yet never actually saw what happened.  Their heart – that miraculous holy place within us – had become hardened.  May God spare us from that fate and give us eyes to see.  Perhaps this is why Paul’s prayer for his Ephesian friends was “That the eyes of your heart may be enlightened, so that you will know what is the hope of His calling, what are the riches of the glory of His inheritance in the saints, and what is the surpassing greatness of His power toward us who believe.”    This has been my prayer for many years now, both for the church and for myself, because I have a secret fear: that sitting in the front row, I may still miss the show.

John Piper has said “God is always doing 10,000 things in your life, and you may be aware of three of them.”   So in the words of my friend, lets “Pay attention!” 

Red pianos and the Kingdom

Fire-engine red pianos have popped up in airports and train stations in France.   Some visionary group must have imagined that placing them in bustling places would foster creativity, community, and glory.

So in the midst of an arduous journey I found myself in the subterranean train station beneath Charles DeGalle International Airport.  Hundreds of people crammed the complex until the only vacant seat in sight was the empty piano stool.  I sat quietly with my back to the instrument while a conversation with the Spirit unfolded in my heart:

“You know… you could turn around and play this piano.”  

(Me) “I know, except I don’t like to draw attention to myself,  and besides, I’m sure there are lots of people here who could, (shudder), play better than me.”  

“Yes… That would be terrible, wouldn’t it, if there was someone else here who could play better than you, and who is also NOT playing?   Son…  I know you’re tired, and I know your heart.  You don’t have to play, but if you don’t, you’ll miss a blessing.”

It doesn’t make me proud to admit it, but I did not turn around and play that morning, and so I’ll never know what God had in store for me or anyone else.   (For those of you who don’t understand this, we musicians can be notoriously insecure and laughably complex about these sorts of things.)

One week later, as I walked through the airport I passed not one, but two red pianos.  They were being played by professionals and amateurs alike: Chopsticks, faltering renditions of classical pieces half-learned, brilliant, LOUD progressive jazz, and all sorts of things that stressed and weary travelers don’t necessarily want to hear while they’re waiting to board an airplane.

I sat in quiet observation and listened to the familiar voice in my heart:

“You know, Son, you could play something very tender and restful.  These people are stressed.  Look at them.”

“I know”, I said.  “Maybe I will.  But that hipster couple sitting next to the piano look like they’ve heard more than enough.  And with their crazy hair and body markings, I don’t think they’re going to be into ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow.'”

“Son… what will happen if you don’t play?” 

“Nothing?”  

“Exactly.”  He said.

I drifted across the concourse,  seated myself at the instrument, and with all the tenderness I could muster began the tinkling intro:  “Some day I’ll wish upon a star, and wake up where the clouds are far behind me…”  I wandered quietly through Somewhere Over the Rainbow and glided into the gentle strains of “Leaning…. leaning, safe and secure from all alarms… Leaning, leaning, leaning on the Everlasting Arms.”

It was painless.  I slipped from the stool, and glanced up at the hipster.  Our eyes met.  “Thank you.”  He silently mouthed the words, nodded his approval, and closed his eyes.

“And thank you, Son”, whispered the Spirit in my heart.

I don’t know what happened.  God knows.   I did my small part and felt refreshed.  But maybe there’s more to the story that I’ll get to hear some day when “clouds are far behind me.”    In the meantime… I think perfectly tuned acoustic pianos will be everywhere in the Kingdom!

Heavenly tourism or the Kingdom

Heaven dominated last year’s Christian bestseller list. There were at least three heavenly visitation books until one young author stepped forward to confess his whole account had been fabricated. Many were duped not just by an unscrupulous author, but by an unbiblical over-emphasis on a distant place we think of as “our heavenly home.”

The great tragedy, of course, is that Heaven continues to eclipse the Kingdom.  As real as it is, Jesus never once instructed us to seek Heaven above everything else.  Nor did he use heaven as a hook for evangelism. “Follow me, Peter, and you’ll go to heaven when you die.”  And neither did he teach us to pray, “May we come into Heaven where your will will be done…” No… His plan has always involved the heavenly-earthly Kingdom of God; the marriage of heaven and earth, and the very makeover of the world and everything in it.

The idea of spending eternity in Heaven often embraces the unbiblical notion of our disembodied spirits worshipping forever in that translucent realm.  We forget that the resurrection means these earthly bodies will live again in a made-over and improved form! Whatever the unfallen Adam was, we will be. Whatever the resurrected Jesus is, we will be!  God’s dream has never been to whisk us away to heaven, but to so transform His creation that “the glory of the Lord will once again cover the earth as the waters cover the sea.” (Habakkuk 2:14) From the moment of Adam’s transgression, the Father, Son and Spirit has been at work undoing the catastrophic affects of the fall.

I was so encouraged last week to read that Lifeway Christian Bookstores have pulled all of the “Heavenly tourism” books from their inventory. This is a great step forward.   Now maybe we can get on undistracted with the work of seeing God’s Kingdom come “on earth as it is in Heaven.”


Addendum:  Below is a Google “nGram” plotting the comparative  number of books published about various topics. The red line is Heaven, and the blue line is The Kingdom of God.  Note how thoroughly Heaven overshadows the Kingdom.

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Discovering our true personality

C.S. Lewis says we never actually receive our true personality until we receive Christ.


“There are no real personalities apart from God. Until you have given up your self to Him you will not have a real self. Sameness is to be found most among the most ‘natural’ men, not among those who surrender to Christ. How monotonously alike all the great tyrants and conquerers have been; how gloriously different are the saints.” (C.S. Lewis, Mere Christianity).


In a novel or a play, non-entities are brought into being when the Author introduces them into the story.  Yet even after he walks onto the stage he remains of no consequence to the story until he is assigned with personality, motives, desires, and purpose.  Apart from accepting the Author’s intention for us we will wander about the stage, bumping into props and generally getting in the way of the story in progress.

As I see it, there are at least three things necessary in the process of becoming our true selves: The first is a voluntary surrender to the wisdom and will of the Author. Characters cannot invent themselves! This is what Lucifer tried to do. With a life borrowed from the Creator, he set about trying to destroy the very drama God was writing. (Thankfully, in the wisdom and sovereignty of the Author, the story went through a massive re-write to undo this tragic turn).

The second necessity is a growing awareness of the Author’s good intentions not only towards my character, but towards everyone on the stage. Apart from trusting His kind heart none will have the courage to face the twists and subtleties of the story as it unfolds in our lives. We’re all faced with daily challenges, and each challenge must be met with a confidence that the Author knows what he’s doing, and where he is going.

And finally, we must have an understanding of the story our Author is writing: it’s a kingdom tale that reveals his intention to restore all that has been lost by the fall. Such an understanding gives us the context to move forward with joyful confidence. God’s story will end only when he can pen the closing words, “And they all lived happily ever after.” Until that moment, the story isn’t finished.


Returning to grace

Freezing temperatures here in Maryland have nudged me into editing my old journals. With nearly forty year’s worth of writing, I’m hoping the weather breaks before I get through the whole lot of them.

Two streams have clearly marked off my days: law and grace. Or more accurately, there’s a stream, and a catchment pond of do-it-yourself religion, law-keeping, and failed attempts at being a better Christian.  Paul refers to the catchment pond as a “veil over the hearts of the people. “Even to this day when Moses is read, a veil covers their hearts. But the moment anyone returns to the Lord, the veil is gone.” (2 Corinthians 3:15-16)

Forty years distilled into dead religion or life and freedom, and I’m betting I’m not alone in this.  Some of you – or maybe many of you – might even feel today like there’s a veil over your heart.  God seems distant, disengaged or disappointed with you.  I believe this can only mean one thing: we have returned to the law.

The stream of grace is the Spirit himself flooding our hearts with hope, encouragement, and a clear conscience towards God.  It’s unleashed not by religious activity, but by simple faith in the risen Christ.  So come with me, and let’s return to the God of grace, who offers all of Himself to unworthy sons and daughters who have nothing to give in return.  Lets believe again that Jesus has taken every possible obstacle out of the way, (especially sin and the law), and extended His love to us freely and without merit.

“So all of us who have had that veil removed can see and reflect the glory of the Lord. And the Lord – who is the Spirit – makes us more and more like him as we are changed into his glorious image.” (2 Corinthians 3:18)