One of the most crucial aspects of responding to Jesus’ Great Commission, to “go and make disciples,” is the sharing of personal experiences.  Sometimes these are referred to as “resurrection stories” or “Easter stories,” and the idea is they illustrate how God is present to people, and how life changes when that relationship is embraced. 

A resurrection story currently “out there” is the one told by baseball player Josh Hamilton.  Several years ago, Josh was considered the best amateur baseball player in the country, and was signed to a contract by the Tampa Bay Devil Rays, as the team was then known.  (They now are simply the Rays, having dropped “Devil” from their name prior to the current season.)  The team committed $3.5 million to Josh in order to get him into their organization.

Unfortunately, most of the money went up his nose and into his veins. 

Josh was a hopeless addict of cocaine, heroin, and alcohol.  It disrupted his baseball playing to the point he appeared only in 15 minor league games for the Rays before he was kicked out of baseball for violating rules related to substance abuse.  Meanwhile, his family struggled mightily as his addictions ruled Josh’s life.  His wife feared for her safety and that of the couple’s young daughter.

It took an admonition from his grandmother, who was repeating everything Josh heard from others through those years, before he finally accepted the challenge of sobriety.  As Josh explains in his resurrection story, “For some reason God allowed my heart to open up that night and see my grandmother’s eyes cry and see that in her face.  That’s what it took.”

Josh soon will mark three years of being sober, and as people familiar with baseball can attest, his comeback as a player is remarkable.  Anyone who watched the Home Run Hitting Contest prior to this year’s Major League All-Star Game saw quite a display by Josh, including a record 28 home runs in the first round of the competition.

Now, Josh takes advantage of opportunities to share his story and tell how God’s presence in his life gives him a new beginning.  He observes, “Obviously, the better you are, the more people are going to listen.  That’s the way the world is.  At the same time, if I wasn’t doing well, I’d still be talking about what God has done in my life.”

Further, Josh states, “Where I’m coming from is no different than a lot of people that have gone through the same struggles.  It’s just that I’ve got the platform to be able to share what I’ve gone through and how God brought me through it to hopefully inspire people that are going through the same things.”

Keep it up Josh.  I would add that we don’t have to be athletes or otherwise prominent people to share our resurrection stories.  Anyone with faith in God has a story to share.

What’s yours?  And who have you told?

There are more victims of war – the children of our soldiers.  This is a growing reality as more women are serving in the active duty military, and as National Guard units are relied upon more heavily in this war than in prior conflicts.  Stress, depression, school absenteeism, physical symptoms go along with the fear, confusion, sleep disorders, and anger of children whose parent or parents are deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan not only once, but twice, or even more.

According to the Washington Post, “Of approximately 263,000 people deployed overseas, mostly in Iraq and Afghanistan, about 43 percent are parents.”  Even when the parents return home, things can be very difficult, especially if the parent is traumatized by the experience of war (are any of them not traumatized?), and/or if they suffered wounds or even the loss of body parts.  The Post states that “Of 808,000 parents deployed since September 11, 2001, according to Pentagon data, more than 212,000 have been away twice.  About 103,000 have gone three or more times.”

Johns Hopkins University, Sesame Street, and others have developed resources in an effort to provide necessary help to children and families directly affected by troop deployment.  Counselors and teachers are struggling to keep up with the needs.  Finding ways to maintain contact with their children, even while in the war zones, have helped some parents provide a semblance of assurance to their children.  At least, today’s technology provides some opportunities in this regard.

But still, the burden is heavy for young developing minds and bodies.   I can’t even begin to imagine what “life” is like for the children actually caught in the crossfire.

I guess we’ll never learn.

Six or seven years ago, in preparation for attending a leadership conference at some big-time training center in Colorado Springs, I had to complete a number of personal inventories, assessments, and the like.  I discovered that Myers-Briggs considers me to be INFJ. 

One assessment tool required completion by a “superior” in the workplace, and since I am a clergy person, I turned to my then-regional minister, who graciously took the time to fill out the form.  I think the idea was to gain a picture of how another person understood me, compared with my self-understanding.

I was amazed when later I saw the results.  He had me nailed.

Our answers to the questions or statements were plotted on a graph somehow by those who received the data input, and the line representing my regional minister’s responses was almost perfectly parallel to mine (he rated me slightly higher than I rated myself in terms of skills, gifts, interests, areas of strength, etc.).  I found this astounding, but then at that point I had known him for about twenty-five years in different capacities.  He figured out my Myers-Briggs assessment, too.

I guess it’s nice to have someone, in addition to a spouse, know you so well.  At least that person understands where you are coming from when you present to him or her a concern or problem with which you are struggling. 

L. Gregory Jones, dean of Duke University Divinity School, reports what pastors already know – studies show high levels of loneliness and isolation among clergy.  True friendships are difficult to come by in this role.  Apparently, the same is true of CEO’s and others in leadership positions.

Jones writes of his experience with the online social network available through Facebook, and the pleasure it brings him when he is able to connect with others who “friend” him.   But he also points out the need human beings have for intimacy that simply cannot occur through such means.

We’ve all heard lamentations regarding the breakdown of community, and of how “people don’t know their neighbors anymore.”   In the past, declines in human interactions were laid to the advents of home air conditioning and television.  Now, with all of our time and labor saving devices, people are working more days and longer hours, and for so many, regardless of how they spend the rest of their time, interactions with others largely are confined to time spent online. 

I don’t know whether anyone else has coined the phrase, but I think of this as “silent friendship,” in which nothing ever is spoken aloud to the other person – it’s just words on a screen.  It’s almost telepathic, as the thoughts of one are communicated to another, but they neither speak to nor look at each other.

L. Gregory Jones says, “We are created for relationship, and we long for support and encouragement from those who know us well…our confidants sometimes know us better than we know ourselves. They can and do check our propensity for self-deception. They challenge us, support us and encourage us to dream even when we have given up. Even when they call us to account, we are confident that they are doing so with our own best interests at heart…Loneliness becomes a spiral downward that diminishes a person's capacity to relate to others and to envision a hopeful future.”

Years ago, one of my seminary classmates excitedly told me he discovered an insight regarding prayer.  He said, “If my grandmother is driving her car and notices that another car has run a red light and is about to collide with her, all she has to do is pray, ‘God, I thank you for keeping that other car from hitting me,’ and the accident will be avoided!  She thanked God in advance, so God will stop the accident!” 

Where he got this idea, I’ll never know. I just hope Grandma can think fast enough to pray when the other car is careening toward her.  My guess is she’ll be a little distracted.

Someone named Rocky Twyman is organizing people to pray at gas stations to keep the price of gas from exceeding $5.00 per gallon.  I certainly am not in favor of such high gas prices, but it never would occur to me to pray about it.  Twyman is a member of the Seventh Day Adventist Church, and a public relations professional.  His “Pray at the Pump” efforts began when gas was still less than $4.00, but I guess God decided $4.00 was within the purview of God’s will.  It likely has seemed so to Europeans for a long time, since they are used to paying much more for gas than those of us in the U.S. have paid over the years.

In writing about Twyman’s crusade, Susan Brooks Thistlethwaite suggests that “while some Americans are praying for lower gas prices, others, let’s presume oil company executives, for example, are most likely praying for higher gas prices.  For other Americans, the higher prices are seen as a God-send, since it is forcing people to make more environmentally responsible choices such as walking, biking, taking public transportation or getting rid of the SUV and buying a hybrid.  And yet for others, the higher gas prices are a curse.  These Americans have to choose whether to feed their families, pay the mortgage or put $100 more a week into the gas tank to get to the low-paying job that is not accessible by public transportation.  $5 a gallon gas for them is a sin and an offense to a just God.”

I appears to me that higher prices gas result from some pretty deep issues and concerns, such as greed among oil producers and market speculators, international relations and politics, war, and chosen lifestyles. I’m not sure whether our pal Rocky has taken those into account. 

Expecting God to magically prevent prices from rising without the other factors changing is just plain foolishness.

The Church of England is wrestling with the issue of appointing women bishops in the church.  Arguments, debates, threats of leaving the fellowship, proposals of qualified or “less-than” status for female bishops, ponderous processes and timetables, righteous indignation, and handwringing all are involved.   Women have been ordained as priests only since 1992, and a growing number of Church of England parishes have female priests.  Assuming everything moves forward and enlightenment is embraced, it still likely will be at least another four years before the first female bishop takes office.

Come on, people, let’s get on with it.  The Episcopal Church in the United States, a branch of the Anglican church is further ahead, and in fact has a female bishop as the head of the church.

But wait.  Word from the Vatican is that if indeed the Church of England follows through with the notion of women as bishops, the Roman Catholic Church will be extremely put out.  Such a move will endanger progress in the “advancing” dialogue between the two churches.   Because, after all, Jesus only selected men as disciples!  What do you say to that?

I’m not sure where the dialogue supposedly is heading, but the whole idea brings to mind the image of a roomful of glowering old men sitting around a conference table (after a lengthy negotiation regarding the shape of the table, the arrangement of the chairs, and the order of seating and speaking) presenting papers with extensive footnotes and appendices, the air thick with self-assumed spiritual superiority.

I might be wrong about that, but with the world gasping and heaving under the weight of bitterness, division, suspicion, hatred, poverty, and violence, is there really time for delicate negotiations between religious elites about how they will think of one another, and whether they actually might be able to worship (the same God) together, pray (to the same God) together, or share the bread and cup (given by the one Savior) after centuries of estrangement?  Good luck working all that out, guys.  It’s not surprising people are running from the church and its representatives.

A year or two ago I phoned the pastor of a church a few blocks away and invited him to attend our local ministerial association.  He was somewhat amused that I would extend such an invitation.  After all, doesn’t the scripture say something about the effects of associating with people who don’t share one’s own doctrinal insight and purity?  He explained he really could not join in fellowship with others who had differing views on matters of faith, the Bible, and who knows what else.  (I checked to see whether my fly was open.) He asked, “Does that make sense?”  I replied, “It does to you.”

I sure am glad Jesus realized he didn’t have time for all of this nonsense.

Some years ago at a different church in a different state, I had the misfortune of being part of a group discussion about whether to allow folks who attended a mosque, located down the street and undergoing renovations, to use our church parking lot until the work was finished on their building.  This was well prior to the 911 hysteria surrounding Muslims, but still some in the group feared what they didn’t understand.

In fact, the wife of the pastor unequivocally stated, “Why should we let them use our parking lot?  Their religion is the exact opposite of ours!”  Exact opposite?  I have no idea what that meant, but I’m certain it doesn’t accurately describe Islam.

Yes, there are fanatical, extremist fundamentalists in Islam.  Christianity has our share.  There are violent hateful Muslims.  Some Christians fit the same description.  In fact, anything negative that is said about Muslims could apply to many Christians, as well, and probably already has been said about us.

When I worked at William Penn House in Washington, I would on occasion take student groups to visit the city’s Islamic Center.   Visitors always were warmly welcomed, briefed on Islam, and given a tour of the mosque.  While the guides were clear they did not consider Jesus to be the Messiah, they expressed high regard for him as a teacher and prophet. 

But, Islam is associated with violence, terror and anti-US sentiments in the minds of many people.  This perception is providing difficulty for Barack Obama as he campaigns for president.  Opponents are linking Obama to Islam through his Kenyan father.  Some emphasize his middle name, Hussein.  Others purposely mispronounce his name as “Osama.”

The senator is trying so hard to prove he isn’t a Muslim that not only is he continually expressing his Christian convictions and commitments, he also has declared that his father actually was an atheist.  Better even to be an atheist than a Muslim, it would seem, according to this strategy. 

Obama may be fighting an uphill battle with ignorance (and losing a lot of potential Muslim votes).  A person named Jim Peterson from Ohio, a critical state in the campaign, actually went on record as saying, “I’ll admit that I probably don’t follow all the election news as probably I should.  I haven’t read his books or studied up more than a little bit.  But it’s hard to ignore what you hear when everyone you know is saying it.  These are good people, smart people, so can they really all be wrong?”

It is entirely possible, my friend.

Every now and then a funeral takes on a bit of a different look, with the idea of being a personal expression of the life and outlook of the deceased.  I had one case where the person who died previously made plans not only to be buried in his pajamas, but to have a fork placed in his right hand for all to see.  This was the result of his hearing that tired old story about “keep your fork” because even as the dinner dishes are being cleared from the table, the best part of the meal is on its way – the dessert. 

Some have used this image to suggest being ready for the fulfillment of the promise of heavenly bliss.  Throughout time many people have been buried with such items and other mementos from their lives, which someday may provide quite a mystery to archeologists.  (One can imagine a scene in which a major dig is underway, and the interns shout over to their professor, “I can’t believe it!  Another fork!  What’s going on?”)

Funeral music is changing these days, with a trend toward nonreligious songs.  With today’s technology, folks easily can make CD’s or tapes of music they feel is meaningful or appropriate to the life and memory of the deceased.  I recall one service in which the family played Lynyrd Skynyrd’s Free Bird.  Others like sentimental songs, or that special favorite number that meant so much to their loved one.

An item on the website of DisciplesWorld notes this trend as it occurs in Australia, but I would guess it is very widespread.  While the hymns Amazing Grace and Abide With Me still remain among the most popular songs for funerals at a cemetery in the town of Adelaide, other pieces are becoming more frequently requested. 

There is obviously Stairway To Heaven by Led Zeppelin, along with AC/DC’s Highway To Hell.  Check out some of the other songs they mentioned:  Another One Bites The Dust; Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead; and, Hit The Road, Jack. 

It appears in some cases family members may be trying to have the last word.

Our congregation sent mission teams the last two years in response to the call of Disciples Home Missions, the Office of Disciples Volunteering, and Week of Compassion to go to the gulf coast region devastated by Hurricanes Katrina and Rita.  The goal was for 750 Disciples groups to help in the rebuilding and recovery of the area.  The goal has been exceeded, and we are pleased to have played a role.

The mission station where our first group was headquartered was Grace Disciples of Christ Church in Covington, Louisiana.  A letter from the church arrived recently and reported on the groups hosted there.  Pastor Laura Fitt-Baird and her husband, Volunteer Coordinator Rev. Josh Baird wrote:

“Grace has hosted more than 180 mission groups bringing over 1,300 volunteers.  Your volunteers have contributed 41,000 hours of labor in the rebuilding of homes and lives.  It takes 2,500 volunteer hours to rebuild a home, which means volunteers staying at Grace have done the work equivalent to rebuilding 16.5 homes in 33 months – or, 1 home every 2 months.  Put another way, a leading charity forum holds the average volunteer hour to be worth $19.51, which means you have contributed $800,000 worth of labor to families in need!

In partnership with more than 80 organizations through Northshore Disaster Recovery, we Disciples have assisted in the rebuilding of nearly 700 homes and met the needs of several thousand people looking for help with food, clothing, furnishings, medicine, transportation, and counseling.  Thanks to the hard work and generous spirit of thousands of volunteers, our communities are in the final stages of recovery.”

Other communities in the region still suffer tremendously, and while Grace Church soon will conclude its ministry as a mission station, other stations remain open.  Other homes remain destroyed.  Other families still are in desperate need – almost three years after the storms.

And, of course, as this is written, wildfires are causing horrible damage in California.  Flood waters have destroyed homes, businesses and lives throughout a significant portion of the country, and hurricane season still has five months to go.

One could put on a blindfold and throw a dart at a wall map of the United States, and locate a place where folks are in need of help from compassionate people.

At our church, we soon will be making plans for our next mission trip, and we know our volunteers will encounter other people of faith and good will there, as well, wherever it may be.  

And once again, I think we will discover that we will receive as much as, or more than, we give.

A couple of Disciples congregations not far from here are having serious difficulties.  One is miniscule in terms of Sunday worshipers, and there is division and rancor within the group.  The pastor is struggling with how to give leadership.  The other congregation recently decided to sell its historic building, which has become a financial albatross, and is planning to relocate.  Meanwhile, some power-grabbers began a process of undermining the pastor, who learned of it and abruptly resigned.  The outlook is poor for both congregations.

A congregation in Charlotte, North Carolina put its ministry to rest and sold its building after a period of decline.  The chair of the elders admitted, “We were struggling to pay the bills, so we were inwardly focused. We weren’t reaching out to the community.”  That is a dangerous situation for any church.  Existing only to satisfy remaining church members marks the end of a church’s usefulness to God.  The end is never far behind.

There was light that shone into the darkness in this case, however.  Coinciding with the demise of the Charlotte church was the arrival of a minister called to plant a new church in the area.  Dara Cobb showed up in town a few months before the end, and as connections were made she was able to help the closing church through its passing away.

She also established a new worshipping community in an assisted-living facility, so when the Charlotte church concluded its ministry and disposed of the building, folks found their way to the other worship service.

The group doesn’t have its own building.  They aren’t bogged down with a lot of administrative procedures.  There isn’t a ponderous organizational structure or a calcified program.  Rev. Cobb has called the faithful to service.  “We want to be a congregation that’s invested in our community, doing good work on behalf of God,” she said.

Children are rounding up jars of peanut butter for the local food pantry; birthday parties are held for children who otherwise would have none; foster parents are offered help and relief; receiving blankets are made for premature babies.  The people who just recently were self-absorbed and afraid now are sharing the love of Christ with others.

Alzheimer’s patients are welcomed to the Sunday worship services, and Rev. Cobb observes, “while many have forgotten family and friends, during worship all of them start praying the Lord’s Prayer and sing some old hymns.”  The roots of faith run deep.

There recently was a baby dedication during a worship service, a sign of God’s confidence in the future – even among a group of Christians whose church went away; who now have no congregationally-owned property, by-laws, or committees; who never would have guessed even a year ago that they would be where they now find themselves; and who are discovering that Christ is experienced by acting in his name rather than by holding onto the past.

Resurrection power never fails.

The recent dust-up between James Dobson, head of the ultra-conservative Focus on the Family, and Barack Obama, presumptive Democratic presidential nominee, didn’t surprise me, given the perspectives of both men.  What did surprise me, at least a little bit, was the way each characterized the other.  Dobson said Obama was promoting a “fruitcake interpretation of the Constitution.”  Fruitcake?  Is that a technical legal term?  Is it an attempt to plant in the minds of Dobson’s followers the notion that Obama is gay?

In his dismissal of Dobson’s comments, Obama said Dobson was “making stuff up.”  To me, that sounds like what someone might say when engaged in an argument on the playground.  Surely, the more grammatically correct response would be “making up stuff.”  (Just a little joke.)   Perhaps Obama simply was stooping down to the level of discourse established by Dobson in the hopes of making his response understandable.  At least he didn’t say, “Your mama!”

In any case, if you’re interested in delving more deeply into this meeting of the minds on matters of Biblical understanding and social/political debate, someone has done us all the favor of setting up a website to clarify the issues under consideration.  Click here to access it.

Me, I’m gonna think about other junk for now.