Milestone...

In one of my last posts, I mentioned that I'm making some lifestyle changes that should impact my health, girth, and longevity. In that, I also mentioned that I tend to be pretty sheepish about the whole thing. As I've thought more about that, I think I tend to be sheepish in part because I make bad choices and feel a certain amount of shame. I'm not proud of my weight...so I tend to either joke about it (if I can call myself fat, then your observation can be deflected) or avoid it.

I'm still not proud of my weight...it should never have gotten here. A friend posted on his blog that he stepped on his scale and it read 247. He decided to do something about that because his scale only went to 250. My answer is...time for a new scale!

But I've been adjusting several things in my life. And I am proud of that.

If someone is addicted to alcohol...they can just avoid drinking it for the rest of their life. In the same way, most people who are addicted to something can choose to just avoid it. But if you're addicted to food (using it for something other than nurishment), you can't just stop eating...at least you shouldn't. You have to eat. So it forces some issues that are unique. But I'm making different choices...and feel the grip of food loosening. Like the guy at AA who introduces himself as an alcoholic even though he's been dry for 23 years, I must always face the demons in my closet and cannot open the door any further than I absolutely have to. I'm encouraged by the progress there.

I've been running (actaully, jogging and walking)...working my way up to a 5k run. I'm encouraged by my progress. Today, I had a good run...went for over 25 minutes without walking. I thought I was doing great...until I was lapped by a guy clearly in his 50s...oh well...pretty good for the chubby guy who just started (see...it can be effective at dodging stuff). But I'm encouraged.

And when I stepped on the scale this morning for my official Monday morning weigh-in...I passed a huge mile marker for me...I've lost over 20 pounds! There is a whole lot more to go...but that was a biggie for me.

It's hard work. I don't always see the progress that I want. But I'm seeing results...and that will keep me coming back. I know there's a wall coming here sometime, but I plan to bust through and keep going.

At this point, I weigh less (barely) than I did when I arrived here...

I share that to give you a little glimpse of something that I'm encouraged by. I also know there are people reading this who shared with me their desire to take some of the same steps. So I write this to say, "Press on!" It's worth it.

Peace,

Matt

ambition...

Is ambition consistent with following Jesus?

That was the question posed last night in our Small Group. Frankly, I'm a little torn about the answer.

It seems like the picture of Christianity in the church often is very docile...nice guys sitting in a room together doing whatever seems to come up. But I'm not sure this is the picture of Jesus. I think Jesus was very ambitious...he knew that he had a limited amount of time to accomplish His Father's will...which led him to the cross.

But in my mind, ambition often leads one to greater and greater achievement, responsibility, and the attention of others. Jesus' ambition drove him to a disgraceful death. Yes his life was filled with strategic investment of time and energy.

So, in some ways, ambition seems very consistent with following Jesus. Yet not a selfish ambition (which is the point I think James is making in James chapter 3 of the New Testament). It's an ambition to please the Father.

Ambition people make intentional, strategic decisions in how they spend time, money, energy. For example, great athletes spend everything on acheiving greatness in their field...everything they do moves them in that direction.

What would it look like for a follow of Jesus to be so ambitious that everything they did moved them close to Christ and the will of the Father? What if all my time, energy, money...everything was for that one goal?

I think that would be pretty ambition, don't you?

I'm a pretty driven person. I wrestle with that a lot in my own spirit. There are parts of that drive that aren't healthy. But some of that is just born in me. Understanding godly ambition means that I get to be who God made me to be by letting His Spirit harness it for His purposes, not my own.

That's good news to me...

Peace,

Matt

thought spatter...

There are many things on my mind these days...here's a spattering of them...

- Several words of encouragement on the weigh-loss front. Thanks. I spend much of my time being encouraged about the process. Yesterday's "official" weigh-in didn't turn out as well as previous weeks. I checked again today and it's much better. I don't get too yanked about specifics, but I watch trends...trends are good. I'm running a lot more than walking these days. I feel the difference.

- I felt like crap on Sunday. Things came together well except my stuff. Not sure what it was, but I felt like my message presentation was one of the worst that I can remember. And for those of you who remember worse...go ahead and keep that to yourself;-) There were several high points, but I was heavy with a lot of discouragement about my own contribution to the gathering. I don't like that at all. Again, I'm putting this out there for the sake of transparency, not to get any kind of response. My hunch is that sometimes people don't realize that leaders/pastors can get discouraged, too. I don't go there often, but...this Sunday was a doozy!

- I think it's great that Tiger won the British Open. He's an amazing golfer and I love to watch him work. I loved the rare glimpse at the friendship between him and his caddie, Steve. Even the best of performers/leaders/athletes need someone to lean on at significant moments. Good on you, Tiger! Now quick crying and get back to work;-)

- Heidi works so hard at home. I can't tell you how much I appreciate her. Day in and day out, she answers the same mundate questions that numb the brain. She wipes away tears. She laughs at silly things. She breaks up fights before they escalate. She feeds. And she does it all with an amazing spirit. Heidi is amazing!

- I'm sitting in my office staring down another crazy week. Here goes...

Peace,

Matt

touching base...

Didn't log in with anything specific in mind to write about. So I'm going to ramble for a minute and see if anything comes out...

I've been doing some great heart learning lately. God has used some challenging circumstances to highlight some things within me. Though these reflections aren't always easy to see/hear...they are providing me insight into myself so that I can change patterns that I'm not comfortable with. I know it's sort of ambiguous, but specifics aren't important.

I'm a little leary to put this out there. So I'll do the disclaimer first. I'm pretty sensitive to issues pertaining to my girth. I joke...but that's generally so that people know that I know that I'm too fat...humor is good that way;-) I also have appropriate people in positions of accountability and encouragement...so I don't share this in the hopes that people everywhere I go will comment on my eating habits. And finally, I don't share this so that anyone will be watching for progress and feel the need to comment.

So why am I writing this? Because I'm excited about it...it's a big piece of my learning and development at this point...and maybe somehow, I can encourage others.

I hit the wall about 5 weeks ago. I've been there before, but various stresses like new children, looking for a new job, moving, etc. captured more of my attention than my health. But a little bit of margin snuck into my life, allowing me to look more closely at choices that I've been making. And I just wasn't happy. That's the wall...I've had enough. It's actually a good place to be because it motivates change much more effectively than guilt and shame.

I began a change in my eating habits. There are some things that I just don't eat anymore...maybe when I was 50 pounds lighter and much younger it was ok. They just aren't ok any more. Though I will miss some of my old friends...they weren't good friends, so I'm better off without them. So my eating is different. I'm not going to share the plan...but I do have a plan. If you want more details, let me know.

I'm also exercising 4-5 times per week. I was motivated by a friend from college (shout out to don!). He connected me with coolrunning.com and the couch-to-5k running plan. In 9 weeks, anyone can go from couch potato to running 5k without stopping. I took the challenge and am in week 6...I skipped a little because it was just too slow at first. But I'm trying to pace myself so I don't blow me knees. So far so good.

I've turned the corner to the point where I feel better on the days I run than on the days I don't. That's a good feeling and part of what makes it worth it.

Why did I do this?

1. I want to raise my own children if at all possible. I know I could still get hit by a bus, but I'm not going to let my heart stop my parenting.

2. There is no way I'm going to let Heidi marry that doctor!!! I'm keeping her for myself!!

3. There is no way I can teach about self-control and discipline if I obviously don't have much. It's a spiritual matter.

4. God gave me this body. I'm not treating it very well. Sorry about that, God.

5. I'm too cheap to by new and bigger clothes. If I get the "big boy" clothes, they cost more. I'm too cheap.

6. I work hard. I can't afford to be tired and drained in my day. I need to make too many decisions that impact people. I need to manage my energy in the most effective way possible.

So, there are many reasons. I've got goals. I've got a plan. I'm working the plan and meeting the goals. I'm encouraged...and I haven't even lost enough weight for anyone to really even notice. But I do and I keep telling Heidi every Monday when I weigh in...

Anyway...that's a bit of my life. I think I'm good with sharing that...too late now!

Peace,

Matt

Life is...

“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body. But rather, to skid in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming: WOW, What A Ride!"

Got this off a friend's blog...great quote!

M@

Climate Change - more

I reflected on global climate change a few posts back. I've continued to think about the issue and would like to download some of those thoughts...

- (this is a Heidi thought) It seems like the Church is getting on board with creation care stuff. For the most part, I think that's great. For example, at Northwest, we use mugs instead of styrofoam cups -- cheaper and better on creation. But the Church is never good at moderation -- she tends to drink in excess at various wells. In the past, instead of challenging Christ-followers to think about issues pertaining to alcohol, she simply said that it was sin to drink. It's possible that we may see the same thing when it comes to creation care in the future. "Do you recycle?" "No." "Hmmm...you sure you're right with God?" I can see it now...

- Earth is a big planet. The solar system is a mammoth system with wide variety and dynamic causes/effects. It's a dynamic system in which we live. There is no such thing as constant temperatures. There is pretty solid evidence to suggest that the plant was much cooler than it is now as well as much hotter than it is now. There were glaciers and tropics in Pennsylvania. Climate change is a part of life on the big blue ball.

- The questions that remain (and are attached to opinion/agendas more than science) involve the rate of climate change and the causes of said rates. There is limited capability for conclusively determining these things. And it certainly requires more than a 50 year spread of research.

- The climate change issue is still tied largely to our own comfort and ultimate preservation. I'm faily interested in my survival and that of my species, so don't get me wrong. But altuism seems to stop when the conversation turns from caring for creation to preserving the way of life as we know it now. The "big scare" from the Al Gore trailer is that we'll lose a bunch of coastline in the world. Granted, that's a huge thing...but just because people will need to move inland doesn't mean that we're all doomed. Especially in America. That is a harder venture for poor nations. But it's not really the end of the world for us to have to adjust the way we do life. And keep in mind, this is just one paragraph and simply a reflection of my personal thoughts...it's not science...it's just reflection.

- I had the chance to talk with someone who is a scientist and, though not directly involved with issues of climate change, is pretty informed and well-read on the subject because it impacts his sphere of study. In short, he knows a heck of a lot more than me and has a good basis for his opinion. I enjoyed that conversation and am glad we had it. Here are some thoughts from that conversation:

- sometimes recycling does more harm than good. I put my plastic in a blue box. It gets picked up by a guy driving a huge truck, which runs on fuel. My plastic then needst to be driven to a recycling center to be processed. How much fuel was used to trasport my plastic? What are the emissions from that truck? If I didn't recycle, they wouldn't use that extra truck and cause those extra emmissions. Is it worth it? For me, it probably is. The truck that picks up my recycling drivings less than five miles to the center. In my area, it's probably worth it. In other areas, it's probably far less worth it. It's worth thinking about. How far does your recycling have to go? Is that worth it for you?

- this guy affirmed some of my thoughts about the big earth and the dynamics that have been in play for many many years.

- sometimes we respond to creation more to make ourselves feel better than to do what is really best for creation. For example, the recycling scenario where it produces more emmissions to drive the material to the recycling center...but we feel better for putting out Sunday paper in the blue box and don't think about the impact of the big trucks that drive the stuff.

Again, these are all just thoughts and reflections. I'm not a scientist. I don't plan to make a movie or run for President. It's a conversation that I have the luxury of having because no one in my family is dying of AIDS or disentary, I have clean water to drink, and relative safety in my community.

Peace,

Matt

Vacations don't exist...

Yeah, the word "vacation" has been stricken from our vocabulary. They are not just trips. Vacation carries the connotation of rest, refreshment, and down time...at least it does for me. Before we had kids, Heidi and I would vacation in Vermont -- a great little inn near Rutland. We would read, sleep, eat, walk, sit in the hot tub...and do it all over again. My pulse slows down a bit just remembering it.

But this past week was spent on the road in another kind of adventure. Heidi, Rachel (a friend from Buffalo), and the kids went to West Michigan on Friday. They spent time playing with cousins and going to the beach. After worship on Sunday, I took a train north to catch up with them.

On Tuesday, July 4, we drove across the state and Canada and arrived in Buffalo, NY in fine time. We were given the gift of staying in the house we used to own in Hamburg. The new residents are friends and were planning to be out of town for the week, so they very graciously gave us the opportunity to stay there.

The first night was very shakey. The kids didn't sleep well. The parents didn't sleep well. Frankly, we debated packing up and going home at that point...that's how rough it felt during the night. We were kept in town by our love for our friends and a golf date that I had in the morning.

The rest of the nights went better. We made some adjustments on sleeping arrangements in the 2-bedroom home. That meant that Izak and Dad slept in the living room -- Izak on the floor and Dad on the couch. Decent sleep was had by all.

We spent most of our days at the Musielak pad. Rick and Carrie are soul-mate friends. It was a gift to simply share space with them. They have 2.9 kids, who loved playing with our 3...that was fun to watch. Much swinging was done by all!

We would venture out to catch up with a few other friends. It's a pretty small group of people that we spend much time with. Not because we try to leave people out, but because we have only so much energy and time. Many people there are close to our hearts, but our capacity is limited. That's hard for me (not speaking for Heidi).

We made it to Sunday morning, when we went to Hamburg Wesleyan, where I used to serve on staff. I love the people there. I left because of God's lead, not because of any hard feelings or frustrations. Walking into the place was a bit like coming home to me.

There is a large open area...foyer...called the "fellowship mall." Heidi and I put hte kids in their classes and began to connect with people again. It was such a gift to spend those few hours quickly touching base. Offering a word of encouragement here. Receiving a word of encouragement there.

I'm not a hugger. I put that right out there when I got to Northwest...who has respected that;-) But in case Northwest-ers think I am not a hugger just for them, be assured that I've never been a hugger. No less than 200 times did someone at Hamburg say, "I know you're not a hugger, but can I...?" It made me laugh...

It is a gift to have been a part of God's work at Hamburg. It is a gift to have so many loving people who welcome us and continue to pray for us. If you're part of that group...know that you are loved, missed, and appreciated for the time we shared.

After church, we jumped in the van and made a bee-line for home. We made Chicago in just under 8 hours. Then ran into traffic -- people returning from vacations, White Sox/BoSox game, and construction. Took some time to get through all that. So we made it to our driveway in just over 9 hours...not bad at all with three kids and an unimpressive bladder (mine)!

Now comes the chore of recalibrating to life at home. We'll all be off for a few days or a week...we'll see.

It's good to be here. Do I miss my friends in Buffalo? Deeply. But even more than that is my desire to obedient to my Master. He has given me the gift of loving and being loved well in Hamburg, NY. He's giving me that opportunity now in IL. Rarely do people experience that kind of goodness in one place. I have been given that gift in many.

It's a long post. But that's the gist of what's been happening for the past week.

Peace,

Matt

family away...

Heidi and the kids (and Rache) are in Michigan tonight. They left this morning and made good time getting there. Sounds like the kids are stoked to be with the cousins again!

I'm staying back to get some work done at church and around the house. I've got tonight, tomorrow, and most of Sunday to be alone. I miss them.

It's also a good time to catch up on movies that Heidi doesn't want to see. Not sure where to begin...I think I'm going to watch X-Men and X-Men 2...can't go see 3 in the theater until I'm up to speed.

Getting some good stuff done in the office. I like getting stuff done.

Will take my first train ride ever on Sunday. Should be nice. But I like driving. Do you think they'll let me drive?

Yeah...I don't either.

See ya'

Matt

catching up...

Had a busy but nice weekend.

Spent most of Saturday celebrating the wedding of a daughter of some new friends. It was a wonderful afternoon and evening visiting, learning more about friends, and being together. The kids were at home with some of their favorite people (charlotte and the boys...sounds like a gang of some sort). That means it was time for Heidi and me to walk and hold hands, talk about whatever came to our minds, and enjoy some incredible scenery.

Sunday was Father's Day...what a nice day it was. I work on Sundays, but my family made it special for me. Izak woke me up with a tender greeting. Libby just smiles and lights up my day. And Levi...what a guy!

My wife ordered tickets for her and me to enjoy a practice round at the upcoming PGA Championship (one of the 4 majors in professional golf) which will be held near Chicago in August. It's going to be a great time together and to see some of these incredible golfers up close. I've never done that before...should be a blast.

In the evening, we enjoyed the company of most of our small group friends. We played cards, laughed, trash-talked, and laughed some more. That was refreshing...

Yesterday was a nice and full family day. I got some house stuff done and then ran errands with Z and Lib, so Heidi could tackle some of her stuff without interuption. That woman can balance a checkbook like nobody's business! To the penny!!

Today...back in the office. The guys are gone, so it's pretty much just me back here in the building. Should be a good week to study and get my head and heart into the upcoming ministry year.

That's the news here...

Peace,

M@

Climate Change...

Al Gore has been getting around lately. He's putting all of his energy and credibility into his recently released movie about the changing climate and the crucial reality that we need to face. He believes strongly in what he's preaching. He's committed to getting the word out that humans (Americans in specific) are bringing about incredible and destructive changes to the earth's climate that will result in catastrophe, making Katrina look like a fresh spring rain.

I've been interested to learn more about this idea. I confess that I haven't spent the kind of time and money on it that Gore has. Nor am I a researcher in this field. So I, like most of us, must rely on the inputs of people who are deemed reliable and credible sources. In learning more, I came across this piece, which is worth the read. You can link to it at: http://www.canadafreepress.com/2006/harris061206.htm

If offers a credible challenge to the theory that Gore is supporting in his movie. Again, it's worth a read.

The take-away for me on this issue is multifaceted. Personally, I want to do my part to care well for creation. That's been a growing edge for me the past 5 or 6 years. We recycle all that we can at home and at the church. Northwest is using mugs that get washed instead of styrofoam cups for coffee. I "lust" a little less over trucks and look more at a future small car that has better fuel economy -- though I make no promises that a Tacoma may not get the best of me in the future!

I also think we have important responses as a local and global worshipping community. The Church ought to be at the front of the line on caring well for creation. The one we are most passionatley in love with created it all. Think about it. If Heidi, the object of my deepest human affection, creates something...I'm pretty defensive about it. I don't let other people mess with it. I don't even want the kids to mess with it. Her "creation" is a reflection of her and I don't want that tainted.

The world around us is a reflection of God. It reflects his creativity, beauty, mercy, wonder, grandure, structure. If He is the object of our deepest affection, then why would we not want to work to protect and care for that in which He invested so much? Humans are the crown of creation, sure. But that doesn't negate the rest of it.

So I'm still growing and learning. And I'm much more inclined to continue that path out of love for the Creator versus fear, guilt, or peer pressure. Check out the article. Experience a little freedom from guilt and fear. And then go hug a tree!

Peace,

M@

so far...so good...

Heidi is having a great time visiting friends. Sounds like her batteries are getting a much-needed re-charge...which was the point.

The kids are doing well here. We've enjoyed a couple of outings and a couple trips around the block. It's strange not having Levi here, too. I've gotten so used to the little guy being around that I keep listening for him.

Guess what we had for breakfast this morning? POPCORN!!! At least Izak did. Lib's munching on a bagel...a bit more appriate of a breakfast. But he loves it...and it's Daddy Day!!

Peace from the trenches...

M@

Daddy Weekend...

There have been Daddy Days since Izak was born. Well, we're upgrading this weekend. It's going to be a Daddy Weekend! Heidi and her 8-month-old appendage are heading out of town for 48 hours, beginning Sunday morning.

Yeah, it's a little crazy to think about Sunday am flying solo. But I figure I might as well give it a run sometime, right? If Heidi is ever to be involved in the worship gathering, then I need to learn what it feels like to get the kids there in the morning, since she'd need to be there early, too.

I'm a little nervous about getting to church about 20 minutes prior to it beginning...I'm used to be there a couple hours ahead. That just means I need to get my head and heart ready tonight instead of counting on that time in the morning. I can do it.

Then the rest of the day we will play, nap a bit (maybe) and then slide into bed for a quiet night. And unicorns, Big Foot, and Nessie all exist, too!

It's been quite a week. We're doing interviews at Northwest for a Youth Pastor. Can't tip my hat here since there are no final decisions at this point. Keep posted...we hope to make a decision this week. It's a big deal on many fronts. And it's certainly been an opportunity for God to grow our (the other leaders and me) faith...and that's a good thing.

In this and other situations, I'm learning to trust and walk by faith...even when I don't know what even the next step is supposed to look like. Again, that good. That 's how faith is grown and developed. It's just not comfortable. I guess that's the point.

Heading to bed.

peace,

M@

still here...

I didn't realize it's been this long since I posted. I guess the words about Heidi are a great way to leave it hanging for a couple weeks.

Life has been pretty intense lately. I'm not exactly sure what I'm supposed to be learning...I think it has to do with trusting God even when it doesn't feel good. I also think I'm supposed to be learning to give thanks for the challenges -- not in spite of them, but for them. That idea scraped across my mind last night and I'm still processing it a bit. Probably worth a post or two in the near future.

I was thinking about blogging the other day. When I began, I was an assistant pastor at a large church...I didn't get many opportunities to speak. Now, I'm the lead pastor at a smaller church and I speak/teach weekly, at least. I don't think it spells the end of blogging, but I may account for some of the longer stretches between posts...I have other outlets for thoughts and ideas. Anyway...

Heidi and I are heading out together tonight. The monkeys are all in bed and (relatively) quiet. Will be nice to have some focused time with her. Ms. B called and asked if she could come over so we could get out -- what an incredible gift! Thanks, Ms. B.

Peace,

M@

My Wife...

I have an amazing wife. Really...I do. If you know her, you have gotten a glimpse of that and would agree. But I know her more than any other person in this world. After 11 years of marriage, I know her better than her sister and mother and father and...anyone. Not because I'm so special or discerning (I am a man, you know), but because she has chosen to share herself with me. What a gift!

- I am continually amazed at her strength and fortitude as a mother. No matter how tired she is (she hasn't slept more than 3 full nights in the past 4 years, if that) she digs down deep and does what she needs to do to serve the kids and me. She gets up in the middle of the night to comfort a teething toddler. She takes the time to discipline a growing boy when it would be so much easier to just let it slide -- but that doesn't help him, does it? When she gets to the end, there is just a little bit more to give.

- I am honored by the respect that she gives me. She has more brain power than I could hope for. She is gifted and skilled to the hilt. Yet she respects me. And she tells me so. She knows the power of her words and how she communicates love and respect. That power is huge!

- I love to hear her sing. When she sings praise to our God, it's amazing to hear. She's got muscial skill, that's for sure. But in worship, she has a gift. I have benefited more than anyone else from that.

- Her laugh is infectious. She loves to laugh. A witty line. Someone falling down or getting startled. Physical humor is her favorite. Her eyes light up and the room fills with her laugh.

- Her tender touch is beyond amazing. I have known that touch as she gently rubs my shoulders or plays with my hair...even just holding her hand. I have seen the effects of that magical touch as she holds a crying child who is throwing up. One gentle touch and everything seems to be ok. I think that's one of the things that makes her a wonderful and sought-after nurse.

- She loves Jesus. She trusts him. She chases after him. She would rather give up the closeness of her soul-mate friends and move to another part of the country than disobey him. Her life is a reflection of love and obedience working together.

- She uses her words well. She asks a good question and helps a friend process a challenging situation. She offers some discerning insight and brings clarity to a confusing situation. She challenges my heart in a matter, and helps keep me soft before God. Words have power. She wields her power well.

Those are just a few of the things that I've learned and love about Heidi. And we've really only begun this journey together. There will be more teething, diapers, flu bugs, school meetings, worship gatherings, vacations, soccer games, football games, graduations, military graduations, disappointements, celebrations...more life to come. And I get the honor to join hands with this amazing woman and walk through life with her.

My Beloved...you are a treasure to me...

Matthew

I'd rather...

...be going through challenging situations with the Spirit near by than smooth sailing with no need for Him.

That's a great explanation to the question, "How are you doing?" Could just say, "Fine." But that just doesn't cover all the right bases.

In the past couple of months, God has shown me a bit more of himself than I have ever known before. Seriously. God. Incredible.

In that, I have found amazing comfort and peace in His nearness. Just being near. Like knowing Heidi is close by. I don't even need her to say anything...just reaching over and knowing she's close is comforting. I've found the same with the Spirit of God.

Are some of these challenges hard? Some of the hardest I've faced. But He is near. He is wise. He is strong. Therefore, so am I.

Peace,

Matt

What a week!!

Wow...that one was a doosey!! Here are some of my reflections on this past week...

- There are some pretty intense things going on at Northwest. I could not be more excited about what God is up to. People are really experiencing His presence in profound and powerful ways. I'm including myself in that, which is incredible!

- The kids have had a nasty virus for over a week. Izak woke up last Sunday with a mighty yak! And he didn't stop for several days. He got very bad. I've never seen him that flacid and weak. Heidi processed that really well on her blog...check it out. It was a scary time.

He landed in the hospital for two days and one night. I got to stay with him over most of that, since Levi also started yakking and filling nasty diapers...he needed Mom to be near even more than Izak did. It was an honor for me to simply be with my son while he recovered. I hope and pray that at some level, he experienced a bonding with Daddy that he will draw on as he gets olders.

One of the thoughts that I had during this ordeal was: Izak gets to live because he's my son. Because he was born into my family, in the US, he gets to live. Had he been born into a family in rural Africa or India or so many other poor countries, he would have died from this virus. Some people make a great deal about how much America sucks. I know we're not perfect...but I get to laugh with my son today because we live in America. I'm thankful for that. On the flip side, I'm also not ok with people dying from a virus like this...what can I/we do to help bring about a new reality to people around the world? I think there is much...we can give generously to organizations that are on the ground in other countries doing the hard work. We have so much that we do not need...it's time to share.

- It's important to me to be a solid Daddy. I wear that name as a badge of honor. As much as I love my work and am passionate about serving Jesus, I love my family deeply and am thankful for opportunities like this past week to put feet on that heart.

- Rick is in town for a few days. Rick is a soul-mate friend from Buffalo. He is a gift to me. He encourages and humbles. We laugh together in ways that should be illegal (should be...but aren't!) Our wives are so incredible, they are making a way for us to golf together. So he's in town this weekend and we'll golf at least 3 times, it not 4. He'll also kick my butt in pool a bit, too. God's timing in bringing him here this weekend is perfect.

- DaVinci Code comes out this week. So many different reactions to this book and movie. I read the book a while back. I like Tom Hanks, so I'll probably watch the movie at some point. I think people often react out of two things: fear or idolatry of the Bible. We don't need to fear that someone is going to prove the bible false, thus undermining my faith. We don't need to fear. Because (and this leads to the second part) our faith is not based in the text, but in the person revealed in the text, Jesus. Even if it was empiracally proven (which I don't think it ever will be) that the Bible is historically inaccurate, my faith would still remain strong in the person of Jesus. How? If the text is not accurate, how can I know? The Spirit. God gave us His Spirit which leads us and guides us. Is the Bible important? It's huge. But it's not bigger than Jesus. And sometimes people act as if the bible is more important that being a passionate follower of Jesus. Passionately loving Jesus brings one to the text.

I'm talking a bit about this during worship on Sunday. Should be an interesting message. It will be different sort of flavor than normal, but a change is good now and then. I'm looking forward to it.

That's the scoop.

Peace,

M@

Sunday night...

Not a very creative title to a blog, I know. But that's about what I have tonight. I'm about as drained as I can remember ever being. But at the same time, my spirit is in a great place. Body weak. Spirit strong.

Izak woke up this morning with a mighty yak. So Heidi won another day at home with the kids. She doesn't complain at all, though it's got to be intense. What an incredible lady! That's why Mother's Day is so big!

Libby started yakking again, too. Two out of three. The day is just getting better. Levi seems to be ok...for now.

At the moment, all the kids are down for the night. Heidi is at Small Group...a little chance to get out and hang with big people. And I've got the quiet house to myself.

Rick, a soul-mate of a friend, is coming out next weekend. We're going to get a few rounds of golf in. Golf is our haven together. There's nothing like a day on the course with Rick. He's a gift to me. It's perfect timing for some time together. I miss him. And in challenging times, he's a good friend to simply talk things through. He knows me well enough to not let me get away with anything. And he's encouraging and builds me up at the same time. Friends like that are a gift.

That's the scoop from here...

Peace,

Matt

blank stare...

I find that by the time I get to 7pm, all I've got left in me is enough energy to muster up a blank stare...not much else these days.

Some challenging things going on in my world. The challenges aren't fun. But what is fun is seeing God be so faithful in providing wisdom, courage, strength, and grace. I'm learning that I'm a sucker for redemption...

Redemption is an incredible thing, really. Even for my tin cans, I can get $.05 for giving them my garbage...not a bad deal. But even more than a nickel, God is all about redemption. No matter what we put on His plate, He's out to put value on it and make it good. It's not so much that he makes the bad stuff good, but that he turns it around, like spiritual ti-kwon-do. And he turns it into something that brings Him glory. I love that. I love to hear stories of redemption. I love to be a part of that process in the lives of people. I'm absolutely hooked on it.

That fact means that I also set myself up for disappointment...alot. I believe the best in people. I root for people. I make myself vulnerable. I'm a sucker.

But for that one time when it happens...when all the people involved submit to the leadership of Jesus...man...you just can't beat it!

Peace,

Matt

quick post...

Life has been moving pretty quickly here and posting has taken a little back seat. Here's a quickie update...

- Great Easter celebrations around Northwest. Dan and his "angels" did a great job putting together a creative and meaningful Good Friday experience. I heard great feedback on that...

- Easter was fun. It's the biggest day of the year, in my mind. The resurrection of Christ is the source of my hope. That day is also a challenge -- people have a variety of expectations for a worship experience on Easter. We broke the 200 mark on Easter...for the first time since I've been at Northwest. I liked that...

- The kids are doing great! I love my time with them. Izak is growing up to be a big boy on so many levels. Libby is a wonderful fire-cracker and fun. Levi is charming to the hilt. And Heidi...what a gift! She serves us all in so many ways.

- moving fast these days, like I said above. But I'm sensing the nearness of God, which is a source of strength and peace.

That's what I have at this point.

Peace,

Matt

my family...

I just can't shake 'em. I thought I could for a few days. I was given the gift of a trip to another city...alone. I needed it. I desired it. I anticipated it with excitement.

Then the time came for me to head out...and I hated it. I hated saying good-bye to my family. I didn't cry, but there were a few times when I was close to it. I just love my family so much...

My time in Boston was great. It was even more than I expected it to be. But the entire time, there was a nagging "miss-my-family" thing going on in my heart.

I missed Izak's desire to sit in my "yap" and the hugs and stories at bedtime.

I missed Libby's life-filled eyes as she dances in the mirror.

I missed Levi's full-face grin and belly laugh when I put my nose against his.

I missed Heidi's tender touch and the high-five at the end of a long day -- We did it again...

Yeah...I get pretty tired. But I wouldn't trade them for anything. I love my family...they are a gift to me...

Boston...

I couldn't get the smile off my face as I stepped off the plane. I heard the familiar accent of an ancient land...I was back in New England!

The sea didn't smell as strongly as she had in the past. But she was there. And the sites and smells of the city filled my heart. It's hard to explain how the hubbub of thousands of people on a subway and filling city streets can feel a soul...I just know it can.

Boston will always be a special city. From my grad school, I would take the train into the city to spend time alone. I'd drive to the airport to meet friends and family. I got pretty good and driving in Boston...it was always a welcome adventure.

But it was in the city that I met God on several occassions. I remember walking those streets as I explored a calling to start a new church in New England. How could God use me to reach people here? And He showed me.

When I was unsure of my plan, I remember meeting someone who challenged and encouraged me. Through that conversation, God spoke to me.

And here, this trip...amidst the craziness of a city trying to find her spring rhythm, I met God again. I knew He would be there, but I wasn't sure what He wanted to say to me. I just knew that we had an appointment together.

I went. I waited. I listened. And my eyes were opened to Him in ways that I didn't expect. In some ways, I didn't even want it. But He was there. He met me. He taught me. He grew me. I think He laughed at me a bit -- nothing meant to deman me, but a laugh of delight in the world He was opening to me.

Boston...my meeting place with God...

Peace,

Matt

Thank you, My Love...

Heidi gave me an incredible gift last week...the gift of time. And the fruit of that time has proven to be one of the most profound encounters with God that I've had. I could not have stolen away to Boston without the loving encouragement and courage of my wife. Words cannot express my gratitude for her selfless and sacrificial gift.

Thank you, my love...

Uncle Howie, the Daddy...

You can read more about him at www.seemann.com.

(Thank you, Luke, for posting this...)

Uncle Howie...

I was walking down the street in Cambridge the other day. Just came from a great meeting and checked my voicemail. Wasn't prepared for the news my mother gave me...my Uncle Howie had died the night before...

I was shocked, not because he was a specimine of fine health. Far from it in many ways. But I knew that a door had closed. Just the week before, I mulled the idea about flying out there for a quick visit. Wasn't sure when, I knew that I wanted to see him one more time...

There are many profound dynamics to my relationship with my uncle. But I really don't feel like writing them out here at this point. Sometimes, the thoughts just seem too sacred to share with another person...

So I say good-bye to my Uncle. He gave me more than he realized. And I will be forever grateful. And I look forward to telling him that again, someday...

His journey is done.

Ours is not.

Peace on the journey,

Matt

keeping up...

...barely.

Busy days. Nothing new in that...just busy. Actually, there is something new. I think I've shared how my work computer has been a pain...for the most part of the past year. I've tried everything and consulted with very good computer geeks to try to help. Nothing helps. When I'm in the middle of an email or writing, it will just freeze. Then, when I reboot, it has saved only the stuff from about 5 minutes prior.

I've gotten pretty paranoid about the whole thing. Write a though...push save...write a thought...push save. This has helped me not loose much work. Until Saturday. It froze. I rebooted it. I went to find my work. It only had what I started with about 2 hours earleir...nothing that I had been saving!!! A whole new level of fun...

But someone at Northwest, who heard my cry, came through with a new computer for me. What an incredible gift! not only did they give me a tool for my work, but they gave me peace of mind...ahhh...trust can be restored...a little at a time. I'm still a little leary...waiting for it to freeze. But since Tuesday...it's been great! What a gift...

Relationships are like that aren't they? I didn't intend to go anywhere with it, but I was just struck as I was writing. We cruise along in our relationships, then something freezes. Happens once and we live with it. A few more times, and it's annoying, but we don't toss it out. Over time, we learn to accomodate...if I just save this every 30 seconds, I'll be fine. But then, because we didn't tend to the issue when it was smaller...wham! We loose two hours of work...or 5 years of our life.

Even when we move on to the next relationship (if that one didn't get fixed), we have a hard time trusting. It's a totally different person, but we still find ourselves saving and backing up more than the typical person. It takes so long to learn to trust again.

And then we do. What a gift! Not just the gift of a new friend/wife/husband/fill-in-the-blank...but the gift of trust. What a gift!

Peace,

Matt

you know it was a tough day...

...at home, when you walk in and see the family sitting down for dinner.

And dinner is popcorn.

On plates...

Love you, Babe...

the Challenge...

Dan, one of the guys I work with, just came back from several days at the International House of Prayer (IHOP...yeah, yeah, yeah, I know...). It was a pretty cool experience for him. Someone there mentioned that if a person reads just 10 chapters in the New Testament per day, they will read the whole NT one time each month.

I've never thought about that much. I try to read every day, but just pick books and read a little bit. But to read a whole ten chapters...that seems easy enough. So I'm giving it a whirl. Just think how much more a person will know God after a year of reading the NT every month.

40 chapters a day will do the whole Bible every month...we'll see.

Tonight was daddy night...a good time had by all. Izak is totally into helping at nighttime now. He used to play in the tub for a hour...now he wants to jump right out so that he can help with Levi's bath. He actually is a help...he gets the little tub set up, runs the water (usually a little cold), gets the diaper and jammies ready. And when I need Levi's blankie from the living room, he's down and up in minutes. He loves to help...

Here's to MSU in the finals! But I have them beat by Duke...couldn't be that unrealistic! Go MSU. Unfortunately for my wife, she won't be able to watch Michigan play (snicker, snicker)...

Peace,

Matt

God's Spirit...

At Northwest, we're heading into a conversation series looking at the Spirit of God, often called the Holy Spirit or Holy Ghost. It's been fun for me to do some reading on this subject. I confess that I haven't put much focus on him...I've done more writing and thinking about Jesus or the Father. But the Spirit is just as much God as Jesus and the Father are...not sure why I've "neglected" him, but...

Tomorrow, during our gathering, we're going to unpack Acts 2 a bit. I should probably take a few weeks on this one passage, but we won't. There is so much there. Some pieces that came together for me are:

1. Pentecost was a Jewish festival to remember the giving of the Law to Moses on Mt. Sanai. Interesting...on the Acts 2 Pentecost, God gave out the mark of his New Covenant...the Spirit. And it wasn't to just one person up on a mountain, it was to many people right in the heart of heavily populated city.

2. Pentecost is 50 days after the last Sunday or Passover. Never stopped to ask where the name came from...pente...fifty...seems simple.

3. "Last days" as Peter talks about (quoting Joel, the OT prophet), isn't about the end of time, it's about the event that took place with the coming of the Spirit. The sun to darkness and moon to blood...those are images of a monsterous event...the historical shake-up of power.

Before this time, God revealed himself to only the Jews...they were the religious power. No longer. Now God is for everyone.

Before this time, Satan exercised his power in this world. We see Jesus coming against that power throughout his life on earth. Now, through the power of the Spirit, all Christ-followers have the ability to come against the power of Satan...he no longer rules unopposed. Much to flesh out on this one, but it's huge...

So what? What does this mean for me?

That's the Spirit that's in me! I am a part of God's plan for this world. I have the gift of God in me...through his Spirit. I don't contain all of the God, but I have the fullness of God in me. I am not Him; He resides within me. I have the fullness of God...in me...

Yet I so often choose to live within my own strength. It's my wisdom. It's my strength of character (yeah, right...). It's my intelligence. I lean into these things. And though God made me who I am, I find rich, meaningful, powerful life only when I tap into the power within me. His wisdom. His character. His knowledge. His strength. Then I have life...

I'm excited about this series on the weekends. The Spirit is God's gift to us. I hope to grow in what it means to live in that reality.

Peace,

M@

change of plans...

Usually I roll with changes pretty well. For some reason, I didn't roll with this change too well. I think it means a couple things:

1) I need to get away. At least a couple times a year, I need a road trip. I love to drive and change scenery. It's an important part of my soul care. I find that I get drained when these don't happen.

2) I need time with my wife. We work so hard during the day and the evenings, that it's hard to get enough time to get through the tactical stuff to the heart stuff of relationship. 10 hours on the road with her was going to be one of those times...

but alas...it was not to be. Lib started with the fever and we just couldn't risk her getting worse during the night with a sitter...not fair to have a sitter wake up a doctor or head to the ER if the fever gets too high. So I stayed home with the older two and Heidi went to IN with the youngest. Aunt Lo stayed with them during the day so that I could work a bit. Then we went to Outback together and the kids did great! Now it's quiet, Lo is gone, and the night is mine.

I like my family together...not apart. I guess that's a good thing.

Peace,

Matt

Butterfly Kisses...

A few years ago, a singer wrote a song that became the "daddy's dance" number one hit at weddings across America. It's a tender song about daddy's girl and the butterfly kisses she gave...it recounted all the special moments growing up and now he has to let go of his little girl but he'll always have butterfly kisses...

I've come to the conclusion that this dude was either not home and involved in his children's life or he was hit by a bus and forgot everything except the wedding rehearsal.

Or maybe I'm just different.

My charming daughter was liberally passing out kisses the other night at the dinner table. I was sitting next to her at the time, so I was the beneficiary of the puckered up "hmmmmmm..." as her sweet face came close to mine.

Nothing like the slimey kiss of your daughter with a cold and runny nose. Not butterfly kisses...boogger and snot kisses!

Which is why I get to enjoy my own sneezing and runny nose today...thanks, daughter for your butterfl...scratch that...your booger and snot kisses.

Not sure the song is as sweet...but the kisses sure are! I love 'em!

not much to say...

The lack of posting is an indication of just how busy things are around here these days. When the kids are sick, Heidi and I both kick into survival mode (not equating my situation with hers, who is home all day, just saying that I kick into a similar mindset). It takes about all my energy to work, come home, help, and then crash as the kids drift off to sleep.

They are all feeling better now, so I think the fog is lifting...

We went to Ikea today...yup...all of us! What a trip! Izak loved going up and down the elevators. Libby was doped up on decongestant, and Levi loved the special nursing room! It was a little overwhelming, but fun...

Last night we met with our new small group for the second time. It was a great time together. I'm thankful for this group.

I'm at a loss for words...not much to write other than a quick update.

Peace,

M@

2-minute drill...

- super bowl 40 was a let down. every team that i rooted for this postseason got beat. sorry seahawks...it was my fault. but...i got to spend some time with new friends from northwest until half-time, then we came home, put the shortest furr to bed and enjoyed the second half just us...the best of both worlds!

- kevin and sara had their baby. liam a little football of a kid...i forget how small they are when the first come home from the store. it also means that kevin's been out of the office the past couple weeks. i like it better when he's there...

- got a few kind cards on my year anniversary. northwest people have done such a great job welcoming me and my family. it's a good community to be a part of. they have let us feel the tenderness and hurt of leaving such close friends and have loved us well. thank you...

- heidi still loves working. she's working tonight. that means it was DADDY DAY!!! no fieldtrips today since lib is working on the flu that izak had since wednesday. it's a pretty nasty virus, which means that mommy and kids will probably be at home sunday morning...i miss them when they don't come.

- it's golf season...somewhere in the world...but not in chicago!

- when izak transitioned to a twin bed (out of the crib) we put a child-proofing device on the inside of his door so that he couldn't escape. well, he's getting older, so we decided to take it off. he was very surprised to find me in the hallway when he opened the door...and on the stairs...and in my bathroom...and in levi's room. yup...that daddy guy is magic! but it's quiet now, so i think sleep has overtaken the thrill of escape.

there you go...you're up to speed now. nothing too thrilling these days...work, drive, dinner, diapers, tubbies, bed, deep breath, work, bed...and it's all good.

Peace,

M@

stepping out...

Tonight was a big night for me (and though it probably was for Heidi, too, I'm only speaking on my own behalf here). We launched a new Small Group.

In short, a Small Group is a group of people who commit to share life together with the purpose of moving closer to Jesus. It's a place of safety and transparency and growth. Over time, these relationships often become the core relationships in a person's life.

That's what happened for me in New York. Several young couples set out together to shafe life in a Small Group. At that beginning point, I had a vision of what could be when people take their commitment together seriously. And that group of people became the core friendships of my life. You've read about them many times here...and the pain we've felt in leaving them to move to IL.

Tonight begins another chapter. I can't pretend to know for sure what it's going to look like. But I have high hopes for this group of friends...people who are willing to embark on a risky adventure with us. I'm thankful that they are willing to create a place where I am just Matt (not Pastor Matt). I'm thankful that they are willing to share their life with me. I'm thankful that they will help me become more like Jesus.

It feels a little like a first date after a breakup. It's a bit scary and intimidating. But also dynamic and fresh and alive. I guess that's the good stuff of life.

This new group of friends doesn't diminish the significance of our New York group. It's just another opportunity that God has given me to add to the circle of those who walk closely with me. A gift.

Thanks, guys. The first date is done. And onward we go...

Peace,

M@

frisbee...

This morning I was running a bit late...at least later than I wanted to be. After going to the gym (stop snickering), I got cleaned up and was heading out the door to get a jump on the day.

Thinking that he was going for a ride, Izak put himself into his big, red winter coat and was ready to go with Daddy. Nope...not today, son. But you can go play in the back yard.

That seemed to do the trick. He ran out the back door and grabbed the blue frisbee from the patio. As I hurried around the kitchen, picking up the trail of things that I try to keep out of reach, I saw him standing in the back yard by himself, holding the frisbee.

Frisbee is a two-person game.

So I was a little late getting to the office today...

I'm a pretty task-oriented guy. I like to win. I like to work hard...sometimes too much. Once in a while, it's good to stop and play a little frisbee with a toddler who thinks I'm great...

Love that kid...

Living Generously...

Ever have a hard time buying a gift for that special someone who has everything? Once they have the iPod, there's nothing left to get them! For some different ideas on what it means to live generously, check out the link to the right

www.livinggenerously.com

Peace,

M@

bullet points...

Here are just a few things that I think:

- I think Heidi is having a great time working outside of the house. She was out for a short-shift again today.

- I think I enjoy my time with my kids. I love those little critters...

- I think I stink at picking winners in sports. And I think it stinks that the Pats are out of the post-season. That's football, Mom!

- I think it's been a pretty incredible year since we moved to IL. Tough. But a great year!

- I think...never mind...I really don't.

Good night.

M@

I was wrong...

...my whole understanding of end times theology is incorrect. The end is near. The signs are becoming more and more clear. What turned this corner for me? It wasn't air-tight argumentation from my dispensational friends...

the Pats lost...the end is near...

M@

my struggle with dispensationalism

Warning: it's a long one. If you don't care about theological reflections, then go ahead and skip to the next blog on your list. If you might be interested and have a couple minutes on your hand, then knock yourself out. If you don't know what dispensationalism is and care to read further, check out this post on wikipedia...http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dispensationalism. It's unbiased and paints a pretty good picture of this end-times theology. I'm going to reflect a little more from a personal perspective. The beginning of this thread stems from Pat Robertson's comments about Sharon.

Why I'm uncomfortable with dispensational theology:

1) It's relatively new. I think that the Spirit gives insight into God's revelation through Christ and scripture, but I tend to shy away from theological trends that stem from someone getting a special revelation, which is the case here. There is a strong link between John Darby (the "father of modern dispensational theology) and a 15 year old girl named Margaret McDonald, who in 1830 claimed to have a special gift of prophecy and vision of the end times while in special trances. Darby, himself, claimed to have a special revelation of these things as the foundation of his teaching. It's one thing to gain insight into the teachings of scripture; it's a whole different ballgame when one claims to have had visions that supercede scripture. I struggle with that...

2) It's very western-centric in nature. Part of dispensational teaching has to do with a literal 7 years of hell on earth called the great tribulation. Dispensationalisms teaches that the Church will be removed before that time comes. We, in the West, don't do well with pain and suffering. So we like the theology that says we don't have to do it. It works well in conjunction with "health and weath" teaching which says that God's will is always that we are healthy and wealthy. It's a little bit too "Polyanna" for me. What about the people in Africa who are undergoing incredible tribulation for their faith...do they get rescued before it gets bad? How do you tell a woman who watches her children be murdered before she is raped and killed that God will rescue her before she goes through the tribulation? To try and identify a future time in history that is going to get really, really bad in a uniquely western approach to biblical interpretation and has more to do with our personal context than biblical context.

3) I think it plays fast and loose with biblical context. In some places it chooses to be literal. In other places it chooses to be figurative. And in most of those cases, there is little biblical context to support the decision to interpret the passage that way. There are different ways to read differnt genres of biblical literature. But biblical context is king when determining how to go about doing that. Dispensational theology requires that one sets aside basic biblical hermenteutics in order to skew scripture to fit. In a broad sense, it requires using passages of scripture in ways that the authors never intended. For example, Revelation was not written by John to be a code-book of secret future events. It was written to caution "sleeping" churches and to encourage those Christ-followers who were being impaled by beams and used as torches to light Nero's garden at night. The big message of the book is to say, no matter how bad it gets (and it will get bad) Jesus will be victorious. Jesus came into the world the first time as a humble baby. He will return as a victorious king. Hold out hope for salvation.

4) It's like a secret code. The gnostics were a group of people in the first century that believed they had secret information about spirituality. That secret information was rejected by early church fathers within the first couple centuries of church history. Whenever someone claims to have secret or special knowledge about future events, they are immediadely discredited by Jesus himself, who said that no one (not even the Son) knows the details of the end of time. The Bible affirms that there will be an end, but doesn't intend to give details of that end. Anyone who claims to know who the Great Bear and Whore really are...just don't. Most of that teaching is on the same level as the DaVinci Code...it's fiction and makes for sensational stories.

5) My absolute biggest problem with dispensational theology is that it relegates Jesus Christ to "best supporting actor" on the stage of history. Disp. theology teaches that God's ultimate plan for human redemption lies in the physical state of Israel. Disp. theology teaches that Jesus' death and subsequent formation of the Church through the empowering of the Holy Spirit is a "divine paranthesis"...a big oops or Plan B. God's real intent is to save the world through Israel. Frank, in his response to my post on Pat Robertson (see previous post and comments) writes, " Israel IS and always will be the focal point of the Bible. EVERYTHING especially today in this day focuses around Israel!" Sorry, Frank...that is as unbiblical as you can get. Jesus Christ always has been and always will be at the center of God's redemptive plan in human history. The entire Old Testamen points toward him and his work of salvation. And the entire New Testament points toward Christ at work in his followers until the end of time. The central figure in all of biblical history is Jesus Christ.

To buy into dispensation theology, one must believe that God "saves" people in two ways -- through Jesus and through the sacrificial system of Israel. Many dispensational teachers get all lathered up when they begin talking about the priestly garments that are beings crafted and the special animals that are being bred in anticipation of a return to the sacrificial system in Israel. There is a belief by most that salvation can be gained through obedience to the Law, as given to Moses. But the New Testament could not be more clear that reliance on the Law and animal sacrifice for salvation is an abomination to Jesus Christ. Jesus was the only sacrifce that actually does away with out sin. Jesus was the great high priest, according to the NT book of Hebrews...he did his job and then sat down at the right hand of God -- this signifies that his salvific work is completed...done...no more needed.

For the most part, I can accept that there are very learned people who acribe to dispensational theology. One of my "beefs" with this camp is that they tend to discount anyone else's interpretation as valid. I don't want to do that here. However strong my resrvations and my beliefs that dispensational theology, as a whole, undermines the grace and love of Christ, I want to communicate my thoughts in a way that opens the door to conversation as opposed to shutting it down. My writings here are merely a reflection of my thoughts. My understandings have morphed over the years -- I was securly in the dispensational camp at one time on my faith journey. But since that time I have studied and been challenged by brilliant teachers who have helped me formulate a different understanding of God's redemptive plan, biblical interpretation, and the future. I'll reflect on those more in posts to come.

Peace,

M@

Shut up, Pat...

I'd like to respond to Pat Robertson's comments in a few ways...

1) I'm all about the First Amendment. The guy has a right to say whatever he wants to say in any forum he chooses. He happens to have a national forum because of his historical involvement in politics and a tv show that is underwritten from his personal investments and forutes (which means that he can stay on tv even if no one is watching or sending in money). But what I'm frustrated by is that he allows himself to be labeled an evengelical leader. Again, he can say what he wants. He can label himself how he wants (or allow others to label him without correction). But I guess the bottom line is that he doesn't speak for me...for what that's worth. And I wish he would shut up on these things...

2) His comments beg the question about the modern role of Israel in God's work in this world. Robertson comes from a theological bent that claims Israel continues to have a significant, if not central, role in God's work. But I'm not so sure that the Bible is quite that clear.

From an historical perspective, the theological bent, called "dispensationalism", which holds to the centrality of Israel, has only been around for a relatively short time. This theology, which is also the cental thought-process in the Left Behind books series, came about at the Niagra Bible Conference in the mid to late 1800s. It's gotten a lot of traction since then, but it's not like it's been embedded in Christian theology for thousands of years. This isn't to say that we can gain new understandings of scripture...so this point alone doesn't disqualify it as a valid interpretation of scripture...it's just important to realize that this theological bent is not a "given" when it comes to interpretation.

From a biblical perspective, I think a case can be made that though Israel's role in the world was fulfilled when Christ came. Disclaimer: I'm still fleshing this out in my own mind, so these thoughts are dynamic, not concrete.

Israel was chosen by God for the purpose of revealing God to the world. The idea is that He would be their God and they would be His people. He would rule that nation like kings ruled others. The world would know God because of the way Israel lived out their covenant with Him.

When it came to obedience to the Law and the spirit of grace that God desired to express to the world through Israel, they fell short as a nation. But they were supposed to. You see, people are not equipped with the inner motivation or ability to live holy and graceful lives. They weren't. We aren't. They fell short.

God's ultimate design was that He would be perfectly revealed through Israel. And he was. But not through the people, but through the One who came from Israel...Jesus. When one sees Jesus, he sees the Father (according to the Bible). Jesus was a Jew and came from the nation of Israel. Therefore, God's greatest revelation of himself was through the nation of Israel.

After Jesus' life, death, resurrection, and ascention, something significant happened. There was a biblical shift away from the land/nation of Israel toward the "spiritual" Israel. Paul explains in Romans that those who believe are the new Israel. In other words, God is no longer showing himself to the world through a state, but through a world-wide community of Christ-followers. We are his people. He is our God. And because His Spirit dwells within us in grace, power, and love, we are equipped with all we need to reveal God to the world around us.

Therefore, I do not believe that the physical nation of Israel plays a central role in God's plan for the world. I think that the Bible uses the end-times imagery of that nation to speak of the spiritual realities which we have yet to experience. the Bible gives us a hook on which was can hang out hat, so to speak.

If God is to be personified, then I think He has a special place in his heart for Israel because they were a part of his redemptive plan.

This is already longer than I intended, so I'm going to stop there, for now. I'll probably revisit this in the future and continue to flesh it out.

Back to Pat...not only does he misrepresent evangelical Christians, but I think he also misrepresents God. That's my opinion. And I'm thankful for the First Amendment which makes it okay for me to say it!

Peace,

M@

Hello, '06...

Just a spattering of ideas and updates...

- '06 came in like a flood. Libby announced it's arrival with a mighty heave. Yup, the flu came for a visit last weekend. As Heidi fell into bed after cleaning up, I whispered, "Happy New Year..." It seemed funny at the time. Poor kid, Lib's feeling much better now.

- Couple days later, the trend continued with Heidi waking up with a sprint to the bathroom. I have to be honest, I paniced...and was about to call the doctor for a refund (if you don't get that, then don't worry...). As you know, Heidi announced her pregnancies by running to the bathroom. No worries...just the flu...this time. I think I'll always get a little twitch when I hear that sound. Again, she's back up and at it.

- That left me to man the kids that day. Not too bad. Lib was feeling better...at least until we went for a ride in the van. Two blocks from home, she cried and let loose again. What fun!

- The next night, I was about to head to bed and heard that familiar sound coming from Izak's room. Oh, yeah...here he goes. He chucked about every 20 minutes from midnight to 5am. I was on duty and seemed to manage it pretty well. I don't do well with vomit...but had to. He seems to be doing better.

- That leave Levi and me. He's breastfeeding, so is supposed to have special baby powers that keep him healthy. And I...I must just have super daddy powers or something. I feel well...a little tired, but keeping my food, thank you.

- Was rooting for USC. I like Pete Carrol, as a guy and enjoy watching him coach students. He coached the Pats when we lived there and didn't do so well. What a game...and to think...I went to bed...

- Carrie P. Musielak is coming for a visit tomorrow. She's one of our closest Buffalo friends. It will be good to see her and for Heidi to get some special time with her.

- Just got back from the Apple Store where I bought a case for my iPod. I've had to return a few things from online shopping and just got sick of it, so I drove about a half hour to see what I was buying. It worked and I got what I needed. Now I have to return the 8 cases that came in the mail today. Yup...8. Only ordered 1. Only paid for 1. But I got 8. Probably could have kept them or sold them on ebay for a couple hundred bucks. But I called and they know now. I don't have time to sell them. And if I'm going to sell my integrity, it'll be for a bunch more than 8 iPod cases. Not quite sure what the selling price would be...I'd like to think that I don't have one. Integrity is a funny thing. You can stick to it so hard that it actually becomes an idol in itself. To live with integrity in all facets of life without selling out to integrity...hmmm...

Peace,

M@

See Ya' '05...

What a year. Except for 1973 when I passed from womb to world, I don't think a single year has been as filled with change (for me) as this past year. Not much has remained the same...

- new hometown
- new home (including phone number, cell phone number, address, etc.)
- new job with a whole new role in a different kind of local church with a new sort of climate
- my friendships have changed -- they still remain dear, but the proximity and way we relate has changed.
- new friends -- people who are becoming dear friends already
- and a new son.

Yup...it's been a year of change. But there are a few things that haven't changed...

- Heidi and I remain a strong us...I guess it's changed in that we continue to grow, but it's not changed in that it's still a source of strength, joy, and peace
- our cars are the same (Dodge Caravan still is crap and a scrappy '96 Escort)
- God is still being faithful to us. Through the intensity of painful decisions, the sorrow of good-byes, the doubts about tomorrow...through all these things, God has been faithful. He has been faithful to remind me of his love. He has reminded me of his calling to obedience and trust. He has been faithful to supply strength beyond what I thought my limits were. He has been faithful to give wisdom and insight. he has been faithful in providing financially and material things like a nice home where we can entertain and enjoy being family together, cars that keep going (or the money to keep them going), and people who can help me learn to do drywall, plumbing, and home repairs.

Yup...a bunch has changed. But some pretty important things haven't. So to Heidi, my bride of 11+ years...I'm excited to headinto 2006 with you at my side -- it's time for a new phase. And to my Father...thank you for your faithfulness in days gone by...a reminder that you will be faithful every day to come. I trust you and will follow...

Happy New Year.

Peace on the Journey,

M@

it's a go...

at least for now. The company called and said Heidi will work at least a half shift tonight. She might even work a whole one. That means that Daddy Day is going to begin in about 40 minutes as Mommy pulls out of the driveway. Hold on, kids...you're in Daddy's world now!

Peace (mostly),

M@

one down...

...many to go (hopefully). It was my first Christmas as a lead pastor and my first with this community at Northwest. What a nice weekend on many levels...

Northwest -- We worshipped together on Christmas Eve with two services. We weren't quite sure 2 would work - afraid everyone would come to one and the other would feel strange. It worked! Both had a great feel and a good group. Then Sunday morning, we gathered together for a family Christmas celebration, which means that it included food, familiar songs, a short dramatic reading of the birth of Jesus, and a quick message by the lead pastor. It was a good time to celebrate together.

Home -- my folks came from Michigan for the weekend. I think it's the first Christmas that we've celebrated with family on Christmas day. What a nice time. They seemed to have a nice time with the kids -- though they will nap very well when they get home on Tuesday! Levi had a great time hanging out with Grandpa, who has a nice shoulder and a mesmerizing touch...ahh...And Izak and Libby loved showing of.

My wife gave me an amazing gift. She blew the budget and loved me extravagently...it was so special on so many different levels. I was humbled and speechless...thank you, my love.

Family day was a good time, playing with new toys. Izak loves his gift from his Aunt Suzy...who lives 4 hours away and will get hers someday. He calls them his instruments...they are cymbals! He loves to march...aarrgghh....

Libby's best gift was a mirror...she loves to make faces at her friend! It's entertaining for all of us.

Well, that's the weekend in a nutshell. I've got Tuesday off, as well. Heidi is scheduled to work in the evening, but we'll see (so far she's been called off 3 times).

Peace,

M@

Merry Christmas!

No rantings, updates, or insights on this blog.

Just the truest wishes for you to know the peace and joy of Immanuel, God with us this Christmas season.

Peace,

Matt

Embracing Love...

They are the most quoted verses in the Bible..."For God so loved the world that he gave His only Son, so that whoever believes in him should not die but have everlasting life." John 3:16. You've seen the banners at sporting events for decades. If you went to church at all while growing up, you've memorized these verses. If you have ever sought out God's mercy...you probably drove down this street at one point. But rarely to do we stop to stare at these words.

How profound they are...God's love moved him to action. That action was to move heaven and hell (literally) in order to create a way for us (created humanity) to enter into a love relationship with him. God's greatest revelation of himself is the characteristic of love.

Then how did he get the reputation of being mean-spirited? How did we begin thinking that we need to measure up before we win his approval? Oh, yeah...because that's how we do things...

We tell girls that as they grow up, they will find love when they are pretty.
We tell boys that they will find love and value when they produce something of worth.
We tell our children that they are move loved when they succeed or do what we want. We don't mean to (usually), but it's easy to slip into that message.


Somewhere, somehow, we learned that if we are to have value, it will come as we do something to deserve it. So when we are offered pure love and we know we don't deserve it...it's pretty hard to take. We smack at the extended hand as if to say, "Show me what's behind your back. What's the trick." And even when He says, "No trick...just my love." We still look at Him with suspicion.

But there's not trick. There is just love. I don't deserve it. Neither do you. Why? I don't know for sure. The safey of receiving his love isn't in understanding it, but in basking in it.

What makes it hard for you to receive God's love? What does it look like for you to receive it?

What a perfect gift...Merry Christmas.

M@

quite a season...

I'm drawing to the close of some scientific research. Though some data remains out, I feel safe in my conclusions: a house with three kids is more crazy and busy than a house with two kids. I know, I might be stepping out on a limb there, but...

We've all had colds over the course of the past couple weeks. Nothing more pathetic than young kids with colds...not even a dad with a cold;-) But I think we're all over the worst of it.

I have spent the past few days recovering from a minor medical procedure. Nothing big. But it's given me some time to lay still and listen to the sound of crazy on the main floor of the house. Heidi gets a huge Mother's Day gift for this past week...HUGE!

Heidi is scheduled to work this Saturday. That makes it DADDY DAY!!! We love daddy days! She was called off last Saturday, but the chances of it happening twice...pretty small. I'm a little nervous, but it should be great fun!

We've expecting visitors during the Christmas/New Years week. My folks will be in town for Christmas -- this might be the first Christmas that we've spent with family in just about 11 years. That will be fun. The day they leave, some friends that we've known for about 10 years will be driving through and staying the night. This will be the first time that the DeRouchies will meet our children and the first time we'll meet 2 of their 3. What a nice time. Then the day after that, Heidi's mother and sister, Steph, are scheduled to visit. They were supposed to come last weekend, but the flu struck Bay City and the plans fell through. They should be able to hop a train and spend New Years with us. Lou, Heidi's dad, will join them on the weekend. Party at the Furr house!!

That's the news from Lake Villa...

Peace,

M@

Thank you...

Heidi and I went to Olive Garden for a date the other night. We were stuffed back in a corner, far from all the hubbub...perfect. As we were talking, I heard a little voice above the din. Glansing to my left, at the next table, I saw a little girl, probably about 7 years old, standing straight and looking straight into the eyes of the three Navy men who were all sitting quietly and looking back at her. She was singing to them in a soft and tender voice.

I couldn't make out all the words to the song. But above the noise of the room, I heard "You answered the call..."and "Thank you...Thank you...Thank you."

Her family was there to celebrate grandma's birthday. But this little girl had to sing a special song for these servicement. Her mother explained to them that they have tried to teach her how special men and women have answered the call to serve their country in the military. She understood...and when she saw them, she just wanted to say, "Thank you..."

It's a moment that took be aback...difficult to put into words here. I was glad to have been invited into that moment by the tender voice of a little girl.

When she finished, the three of them all said, "You're welcome."

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Just finished our monthly elder team meeting. I love meeting with these people! I've loved it very time for the past year. We deal with mundane things like budgets and paint. And we deal with difficult things like conflict. We also talk about vision, mission and strategy. I love all these conversations because within all of them, we are becoming...we are becoming the church God wants us to be.

Does He care what color the walls are? Not really...though I think some forms of fushia probably offend Him! But He cares that we care...because the way a room feels makes a difference as people gather to experience and encounter with our Amazing God.

So in the budgets and vision...we find Him. They are not God. But God is so worth the hard work of leading well.

Time for bed.

Peace,

M@

not easy...

I just read a very distrubing article in the LA Times. It's an article about Dr. Harrison, an abortionist in Arkansas. I was troubled by it on several levels, but thought it was a pretty well-done column.

You can link to it at:

http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-abortion29nov29,0,6674686.story

(you may need to cut and paste this into your browser, not sure if it will serve as a good link from the blog directly).

I think what disturbed me the most is the casual treatment that some of these people had toward life. One young woman was aborting her baby because she was about to get married and knew that the wedding dress she picked wouldn't accomodate a pregnant belly. I think that's the one that struck me the most.

Post a comment about your reaction to what you read.

M@

writing blind...

Not sure really what to write here, but will give it a stab. I tend to take out most of my writing in preparation for each weekend that I speak at Northwest.

I've always enjoyed the preparation and presentation of a message. The preparation forces me to wrestle with the ideas and principles of God -- sometimes I think God wanted me to choose this line of work because he knew that hearing a message once a week wouldn't be enough; to get my attention, I would need to soak in it all week.

The presentation is the part where I put out there what I think God was stirring in me during the week...you never know who needed that message. Part of the fun is not knowing how people will respond. There have been times that I was very stirred up...and it appeared that I was the only one. Other times, I present the message because that's the one I've been working on and it's too late to whip out another one...and someone comes up and shares with me how they have been wrestling with that exact issue and the words I tossed out there were the ones they were looking for.

That's part of the payoff of serving Jesus. It's really His work, not mine. Doesn't mean that I don't work hard. But I work hard because it's his reputation at stake, not mine. There's a difference...there is a peace that I can have knowing that I'm being obedient and He's the one stirring in the hearts of people.

Back to work I go...

Peace,

M@

I give God thanks for...

my wife
my kids (even though the oldest is in process of blowing his nap right about now!)
new friends
old friends
old friends who are old
a warm house on a cold day
a home that can hold family and friends who visit
a job which allows me to live out my mission in life
friends with whom I get to work and serve

There are so many things that God has provided in my life. But even if he had done none of the above, my debt to him would still be so deep because of his love and life in Jesus. Far beyond a religion, he has given me life and meaning and hope and strength and peace and love.

Happy Thanksgiving.

M@

11 years ago...

I became a "we"...
I signed up for the greatest adventure in life, next to following Jesus...
I put "self" aside (mostly)...
I promised to love forever...no matter what...
I married my friend.

11 years doesn't sound like much, does it? It takes longer to get through elementary, middle, and high school. We've had only 2 presidents in the US. Most dogs live longer. So no, 11 years doesn't seem that long when you put it that way...

But eleven years means that 4,017 times...

I said, "Good night. I love you."
I got to look into the eyes of my beautiful wife,
I got to hold the hand of the one I love most,
I got to hear my beloved sleeping next to me,
I got to snicker at the unbridaled exhuberance of my Heidi!

Thank you, my beloved, Heidi...

Thank you for saying yes 13 years ago when we walked the cold, dark streets of Marion, IN and I asked if a girl like you would ever date a guy like me.

Thank you for promising to go where I go and to share this life with me.

Thank you for fulfilling that promise.

Thank you for loving me even when you see the ugly side of Matt.

Thank you for laughing with me and crying with me.

Thank you for believing in me

Thank you for sharing yourself with me.

Thank you for your obedience to God above all.

Thank you for three children who fill my heart.

Thank you...

11 years ago today...it began...

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processing much...

Life has been so full lately. I've been expending so many of my words in processing it all that I haven't had much to post. So I thought I'd gaze at a blank screen until I write something.

I was talking through some things with my dad this evening. He said, "Sounds a little like the guy who said, 'Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?'" Yeah...that's a lot how I feel these days.

It seems like every arena of my life is requiring significant decisions that have lasting implications. Home, work, friendships. I go from one issue to the next with substantive outcomes waiting for my decision.

I tend to be comfortable making decisions and with risk. But I'm not sure that I've navigated through a time like this which required as many high-stakes choices.

I feel the weight of it. I don't think I blow it out of proportion, but neither do I blow it off.

I also feel alive. It's sort of strange. There is a vibrancy in these things. It's risky. It's life. It's real. It requires my utter dependence on God.

I can't fabricate a good outcome in these things. I can't wing it or fudge it...both of which I'm pretty good at. These things require complete dependence on Jesus.

If I don't, the outcome will depend on my emotions and whim. And frankly, if that's what the outcome depends on, I don't want to stick around to see it.

So I must set aside personal pride. I must set aside comfort. I must set aside anger. As I do, Jesus rises up within.

Peace. Laughter. Confidence. Strength.

Not mine. His...

let it begin...

...the melting of daddy's heart...

not a dream...

Nope...I've not been dreaming for the past 11 days or so...I really do have three children! What a gift!

I feel tired. I haven't been up all night with Levi...I've actually slept pretty hard. Heidi works hard to make sure that I get my sleep at night. So it's not that. But I'm still tired. It may be the anticipation has finally caught up. It might be that I've been on "vacation" these two weeks, and my body has been asking for rest...not to be found just yet. It might be that my main charge these two weeks has been to invest in my toddlers. Whatever it is, I'm tired.

I'm ready to jump back in at Northwest. Though I haven't been out of the loop totally, I've been very intentional to stay as far out as I could. It was good. I'm so thankful for Kevin, in whom I place complete confidence and trust in my absence.

I'm thankful for new friends. Northwest has done right by the Furr family. They have cared well for us in so many ways. And some have done even more.

Did I mention that I'm tired?

Peace,

M@

The Encounter...

Levi Lawrence Furr...Day One

And the name is...

Levi Lawrence Furr was evicted from his one-room condo with jacuzzi tub at 11:05am CST on Tuesday, October 18, 2005. After 1.5 hours of intense labor and only two hardy pushes, landlord Mommy got the job done in incredible fashion. The 9 pound 4 ounce evictee was heard proclaiming the injustice of it all, saying, "WAAAA!"

Both Heidi and I will elaborate more another time, but there's the scoop. Thank you for those who have encouraged and prayed with us during the past nine months. It's been quite a ride and we are thankful for the gift of Levi.

Peace,

Matt

Birth Day...

There are only two things that can get me out of bed at 5am...one is golfing with Rick in "heaven" and the other is...the birth of my child. Heidi and I are about to load up the car and serve notice to the little one she's been carrying for the past 40 weeks. Time to get out!

I had a hard time getting to sleep, as you might imagine. It's exciting to think that I'm going to learn this child's name today. For 40 weeks, this child has been known only by God. Heidi has felt his/her presence, but only God has known his/her name. Today, it will be known by the rest of us. I'm excited about that.

And also today, I will be standing by as Heidi earns another Mother badge of courage and strength. I can coach and encourage and be near, but I cannot carry the load. At the end of the day, it is a load that only she can carry. And she has done so with amazing grace and fortitude in the past; I am confident that she will today.

Well...here we go.

Peace,

Matt

Change of Pace...

Change is fun...I enjoy it. There has been a nice change of pace and one about to come.

Willow -- This past week, I spent most of my time at Willow Creek, a great and effective church south of here about an hour. The conference was pretty good and provided a nice change of pace for me.

Kevin spoke -- I didn't do the weekend conversation this week. In planning for F3, we determined this would be a good weekend for Kevin to speak. Even though F3 has not arrived, we stayed on schedule. Though I love communicating, it was a nice break for me. I've been here about 9 months and this is only my third weekend not speaking...I was starting to wear down a little. Thanks, Kevin.

Eviction -- F3 is coming his week, ready or not. If not prior, then on Tuesday morning, he/she will be invited to breathe air via some minor medical stimulation.

Paternity time -- Since F3 will be coming Tuesday, I'm off this week to be with my family. We have some great people who will be helping to care for the kids, but I'll be there to help and spend some time getting to know the new one.

So there...on several fronts, it's been a change of pace. I find that to be refreshing.

Little personal rememberance: 3 years ago today, Heidi and I embarked on the journey of parenting for the first time. I got to sneak into my son's room and sing Happy Birthday this morning...he smiled and said, "I am three." Yes you are, my boy...yes you are.

Peace,

Matt

30 years...

I was two years old. 30 years ago on this date, a group of 4 families joined together to unite behind a crazy vision to live out the reality of the kind of church talked about in Acts 2. 30 years ago today, this new community gathered togehter for their first worship gathering at a movie theater...the Willow Creek Theater. Today, Willow Creek Community Church has invited about 20,000 people to join them on this journey of living out the Acts 2 church and has influenced millions around the world, through conferences, teachings, and books. They have been inovators and standard-bearers in the area of church leadership.

I spent much of today on the Willow Creek campus. Bill Hybels, the founding and senior pastor of Willow Creek seemed startled by the realization that today was the precise brithday of this new community. It was sort of cool to be there on this day.

Willow Creek has given churches permission to do church differently. It reminded leaders that the church exists for those who are not yet members. It reminded leaders that God is the ultimate Creator, therefore is honored in excellent creativity. This small group of people stepped out, risked much, worked hard, depended on the Spirit in challenging way. And God moved in and through them.

I am a beneficiary of their vision. Today, I lead a church in becoming the community that God wants us to be. We haven't adopted Willow's mission statement, but we share a heartbeat -- to become a community that does right by the reputation of Jesus in our community and world.

Happy Birthday, Willow...may your best years be ahead of you!

Peace,

Matt

Christian = Republican?

I just read a very interesting article about Ms. Meiers, the President's pick to the Supreme Court. The article was giving a glimpse into her personal life, by relating the story of her making a decision to give her life to Jesus. It was short, but unbiased...

...until it got to the end. Almost in one sentence, it said that she gave her life to Jesus and then became a Republican. It's one thing for some backwoods hick pastor or freakish tv president-wanna-be to connect the two, but a major media outlet?

That's actually troubling to me. It troubling because someone who isn't a part of the movement of Christ-followers looks in and sees not a transformational movement but a political agenda. While I might be trying to share how someone can live in freedom, people will see me as trying to recruit to the Republican party.

It would be just as disconcerting if the association was with the Democratic party, so don't get me wrong. I reject the complete notion that one's faith in Jesus dictates a certain party affiliation...neither one is "God's party."

I'm glad that Ms. Meiers has given herself to Jesus. I think it's pretty cool that someone of faith could very likely be sitting on the highest court in the most powerful nation in the world (at this point in history). I pray that she leverages her influence well.

Peace,

M@

doing church differently...

I was reconnected with some friends from Australia recently. Ken and Leanne spent some time in Hamburg before returning to their home country of Australia to start a new church. We had good times together...shared a few laughs...grew a bit as our lives intersected.

They have been home for a few years now. their vision for the church they lead is that it would be a community of people sharing life together for the honor of Jesus. Amidst the variety of pressues they face (denominational, peer church leaders, financial, let alone spiritual), they continue to hold true to that vision.

It's a powerful statement on several levels:

1) the power of a husband and wife committed to the same calling. They are truly partners in this ministry; neither one is token by any means. Their passsions and gifts create incredible momentum as they humbly serve together.

2) the power of a vision. They have not been swayed by the winds of time or change. They are not jumping on anyone else's bandwagon. Frankly, they make the "emerging church" look like yesterday's news.

3) the power of community. They welcome anyone to the table. It's not a rich church that has a few poor folks. It's a community that is made up of all kinds of people. The poor and broken sit at the same table as the whole and "successful." They learn together and from each other. It is truly a community where all are welcome. And it's in the heart of a city. And in the process, lives are being transformed...slowly as in process, but transformation nonetheless.

Check out the link to their community on the right...City Wesleyan.

Peace,

M@