Name

The sermon today at Fellowship Bible Church made me think of an old Goo Goo Dolls song, Name. Normally, sermons and the Goo Goo Dolls don’t go together, but for me they did.

The verses from Luke 8:40-56 centered around a man named Jairus whose daughter was very sick and a woman who had been bleeding for 12 years. The pastor pointed out that the woman didn’t have a name. She was simply known for her ailment.

She was ceremonially unclean. That meant she could never worship in the temple. That meant anyone she touched would also be unclean. She was alone, unwanted, and untouchable. She was an outcast.

But she was also desparate. She wouldn’t let anything stop her from getting to this Jesus that she had heard could make blind men see and lame men walk and dead men live. Nothing mattered more to her than getting to Jesus. That’s real faith.

As for the fact that she had no name, Scriptures tell us that she did after she met Jesus. We may not know the name she was given at birth, but we know the name Jesus gave her. “Daughter, your faith has made you well.”

Daughter. No longer outcast. No longer unwanted. No longer unclean.

Jesus purposely chose the outcasts and nobodies of the day to be His followers and ambassadors and He still does today. He chooses the ones with the sordid past. He picks the ones with a history. He woos the ones that no one else wants to touch. He chooses you and me.

Not only that, but He gives us a new name. No longer are you Screw-up or Failure or Trash or Hopeless. You are Son. You are Daughter. You are known now for Who you belong to and Who loves you more than anyone else could ever love you.

Maybe the next time you hear that Goo Goo Dolls song, you will hear it differently. The next time you hear the names people call you, you will remember the one and only name that matters. The one God calls you that trumps every other name.

BELOVED.

The Pretender (Not Just a Great Song by Jackson Browne Anymore)

Ok, I’m going to ask you a question and I want you to be as honest as possible. Here goes. Have you ever felt like you were pulling the wool over everybodys’ eyes, where they thought you had it all together and you really deep down inside felt like you had no control over anything and no clue whatsoever? Raise your hand if you have.

I know it feels dorky to be sitting alone in front of your computer monitor (or laptop) in the dark with your hand raised, but do it anyway. I just did. I felt really good (and a little bit awkward, too).

You are not alone if you feel like you are fooling everyone.

You are not alone if you feel like you’re pretending to be successful when you feel like you’re failing at every possible turn and messing up everything.

You’re not alone if you walk around with a grown-up exterior, but still feel like a scared little 1o-year old, still afraid of the same things and still believing the same lies you believed back then.

You are not alone if you have a fear deep down inside that someone will see though your saintly Christianity and expose all those sordid and angry thoughts you keep hidden inside.

You won’t be alone because I’ve been there, too. That makes two of us. And I would bet money that there’s more (but I’m Baptist, so I don’t believe in betting real money. Betting Monopoly money is OK in my translation of the Bible, though).

God knows. God sees all the fear and the anger. He sees what’s behind the curtain and what’s beneath the mask. He know your mess better than you do. And the real kicker? He loves you more than you could possibly imagine.

I heard someone say that Jesus didn’t come to accuse or condemn you, but to love you and transform you.

That’s good news. That’s worth being real and honest.

Some Things I Love

1) I love downtown Franklin, especially at night and even better when it’s not so stinkin’ humid that you can hardly breathe. I love the history and the ambiance of the place.

2) I love when Sweet CeCe’s has red velvet as one of their frozen yogurt flavors. I forgive Sweet CeCe’s for all those times when my hopes were dashed and I had to settle for cable car chocolate or cake batter.

3) I love anything and everything put out by Hillsong. I especially love the fact that I got to see Hillsong United in concert and hear all these songs live.

4) I love that my cat likes to hang around with me and occasionally sleep on me. I feel privileged.

5) I love discovering anything new that broadens my horizons, like new music or books or movies or friends or places or foods. Anything that stretches me, ’cause when you get stretched, you never can go back to your original shape.

6) I love long weekends and vacation days and those days when you get to sleep in to some ungodly hour.

7) I love all things U2 and Coldplay.

8) I love the fact that God’s mercies are new every morning and that His love is unfailing and that He won’t stop wooing my heart until the day I die. And beyond that day.

9) I love the fact that just about every day a song I hear or something I read or a conversation I have will give me one more facet of the beauty and faithfulness of my God. I will get one more thing to be thankful for.

10) I especially love the fact that everything I see on the news that makes me sick to my stomach and breaks my heart will one day be put right. There will be no more hurt or injustice or pain or loss ever again. He will wipe away every tear from our eyes and we won’t be able to see for being bedazzled by the joy we find then.

11) I love most of all that my Abba is very fond of me and that He is also very fond of you, too!

More Good Music

Lately, I’ve been listening to the same music. Sometimes you feel like exploring and sometimes you just feel like listening to what you know. That has been me the last week or so.

I’ve really been liking Drew Holcomb and The Neighbors’ newest album, Chasing Someday. I can see that one getting some serious play time in my car. It has a good “road trip at night” vibe to it and really clever lyrics.

I’ve been going back to some old and some not-so-old favorites like Adele and Hillsong Live and Grace Potter and the Nocturnals. It just depends on the mood I’m in.

I’d like to know what you’ve been listening to in or out of your car, at work, or wherever you listen to music. Preferrably, the more off -the-top 40 – beaten path, the better. Though I’m not opposed to top 40 if it’s good music that just happens to be currently popular. Not all top 40 is ear candy.

I like to think that variety is truly the spice of life and musical variety goes along way to avoiding narrow-mindedness and expanding your horizons. At least that’s what I’ve found.

I recommend Gillian Welch, Jeff Buckley, The Civil Wars, and Over the Rhine, among others, if you’re interested in expanding your musical horizons. That’s where I’d start.

I really don’t go much for whether music is top 40, country, pop, alternative, or whatever. I just go for music that speaks to me and sometimes speaks for me when I can’t find the right words. That’s the kind of music I like.

PS I like some Christian music, too. Andrew Peterson and Sara Groves are a couple of my favorites.

You are the Beloved (A Henri Nouwen Quote)

I had to post this because it spoke so powerfully to me just now. Here it is in its entirety from Henri Nouwen.

“Over the years, I have come to realize that the greatest trap in our life is not success, popularity, or power, but self-rejection. Success, popularity, and power can indeed present a great temptation, but their seductive quality often comes from the way they are part of the much larger temptation to self-rejection. When we have come to believe in the voices that call us worthless and unlovable, then success, popularity, and power are easily perceived as attractive solutions. The real trap, however, is self-rejection. As soon as someone accuses me or criticizes me, as soon as I am rejected, left alone, or abandoned, I find myself thinking, “Well, that proves once again that I am a nobody.” … [My dark side says,] I am no good… I deserve to be pushed aside, forgotten, rejected, and abandoned. Self-rejection is the greatest enemy of the spiritual life because it contradicts the sacred voice that calls us the “Beloved.” Being the Beloved constitutes the core truth of our existence.”

Meditate on that for a while and see if that doesn’t change the way you see yourself.

Drive-Ins And Still More Random Stuff

The last time before tonight that I went to a drive-in movie theatre, I saw Liar Liar and The Saint. That should tell you how long it’s been. I know it was sometime around the mid-90’s. Those of you who are better at math than me can figure out how long that’s been.

Tonight (or technically last night, since it’s 1:23 am), I went to the drive-in at Waterford. It was definitely like stepping back in time. Even the movies were vintage, starting with Back to the Future and ending up with Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. And yes, Ferris is still my hero.

Life was different back then, at least for me. It didn’t seem so fast and people didn’t seem to be in so much of a hurry. It seems like anymore people are so worried about getting to the next place they often miss where they are now. Says one who is guilty of such.

Sometimes, the most important part is not getting a head start on traffic, but not missing the moment. Savoring a beautiful summer night with breezes hinting of a fall yet to come and stars out in full glory. I’d rather get home 20 minutes later than miss out on that.

Earlier today, I helped Belmont students move into their dorms. It reminded me of my own days as a college student when I moved all my belongings into a dorm room. Those were good days, but I won’t say they were the best.

The best days, I think, are now because that’s where God is and that’s where He is speaking to us and working in us. That’s where I want to be, waiting to see what God will do next. I can’t imagine what it will be, but I know it’s gonna be good.

Like Ferris said, life is pretty short. If you don’t stop every once in a while and look around, you could miss it.

My Sleepy Blog

Right now, I am so tired I probably won’t be able to sleep. I am so sleepy my head feels fuzzy. And please tell me I’m not the only person who gets the fuzzy head thing. I can’t be the only crazy person.

I am so tired that I am actually fantasizing about sleep. Me under those soft sheets with my pillow. Right now that’s even better than chocolate.

I’m also annoyed that I already typed this blog once and it went to some alternate reality other than this one, because it didn’t show up after I submitted it.

Normally, I would be looking forward to the rare privilege of sleeping in tomorrow. However, tomorrow I am helping Belmont students move in to their dorms. We have to be there at 6:30 am. Yikes.

The good news is that my God is a God who never sleeps, who never grows weary, and who never tires of taking care of His children. His patience and understanding are limitless toward those who believe.

So, I am off to bed. Dreamland is calling, and I bet there will be some weird dreams tonight. I definitely foresee a nap in my future.

Sometimes, I think the most spiritual thing you can do is rest. Who knew taking naps could be so holy? I know I am about to be really, really spiritual in a minute or two.

Rest well, friends, and may you hear the voice of your Abba singing over you in the night as you sleep. Know He delights in you still.

Good night.

Hillsong and the Night Ride Home

I went to a Hillsong United concert at Allen Arena at Lipcomb University today, which I highly recommend you go see them if they are playing anywhere near you. As in 500 miles or less. They are that good.

Honestly, it was one of the most worshipful nights that I can remember. A top 5 night for sure. There was so much freedom and joy in the worship that made 2 1/2 hours seem like no time at all. The twenty minutes I spent looking for where I parked seemed a lot longer.

The song they closed with was Take Heart, a reminder that whatever you’re going though, God is able to get you through. In fact, He has already overcome whatever you’re facing. These are the lyrics for those who are living in the midst of those troubles Jesus promised we would go through:

“All our failure And all our fear
God our love He has overcome
All our heartache And all our pain
God our healer He has overcome

All our burdens And all our shame
God our freedom He has overcome
All our troubles And all our tears
God our hope He has overcome

All our failures And all our fear
God our love He has overcome
God our justice God our grace
God our freedom He has overcome

God our refuge God our strength
God is with us He has overcome”

Ok, so I normally don’t quote nearly an entire song, but I think this one merits it. Anything you can possibly imagine facing, anything remotely out there that is set against you, God has already taken care of.

As for the night ride home, I made it home with no GPS or maps and the window rolled down. It took less time to get home than it took to find my car. And now I go to bed or else tomorrow I’ll be one of the living dead zombies.

Thanks for allowing me to share my heart and my thoughts, even when they come from a sleepy brain. It’s been fun posting these and I hope to continue it for a while. God bless all of you.

Faith in the Dark

Today’s sermon was about Jesus calming the storm in Luke 8. The main question that Jesus asked them (and I think He asks us) is “Where is your faith?” Is your faith in yourself, a kind of “I think I can” mentality?Is it a conditional faith in God that says, “I’ll do X if You do Y back? The question the pastor asked was, “When all your props are taken away, who or what do you trust?”

When skies are sunny and the bank account is full and you’re in a season of plenty and blessing, it doesn’t take much faith. You don’t need faith as much for calm seas and cloudless skies. Only when the storm is coming do you see the need for faith. Only in the dark does faith grow.

Faith grows in the middle of bad news from the doctor, hurt and pain from your own family, marriages that end, pink slips from employers, and things like that. When all you have to hold on to is God, you really find out how big and strong He is to save.

The part about that story that I never thought about is that Jesus was with the disciples the whole time. From the first raindrop and gust of wind through the maelstrom to the end, Jesus was there. He was even sleeping though the worst of it.

That tells me that when I am in my stormy seasons of life, I am not alone. It may seem like God is asleep or AWOL, but I know from everything the Bible tells me and everything I’ve seen over the span of my life that God is near. God is with me. He has not left nor will He ever.

The kind of faith you need is not the “I think I can” variety, but the “I know God can” type. The “He is more than able” kind.

Just for the record, I have to give credit to Michael Easley for the inspiration for this blog. Pretty much this is his sermon put in my own words. I guess it’s a good thing this is not a school paper, or I’d have to do a whole mess of footnotes. And double spacing and margins.

I’m so glad I’m not in school anymore.

More Randomness And Late Night Weirdness

Sometimes, I think my cat looks at me when I’m leaving for work and thinks, “In order for you to miss me, you have to go. I really like you and all that, but the sooner you head out the door, the sooner my nap gets started. So bye!”

I had a couple ideas for really good blogs, but I forgot to write them down. I always have these genius ideas when I am no where near a pen or paper, or in my car, or otherwise not in a position to capture these ideas for posterity.

Somedays, the best thing you can say about your day is that you avoided personal injury and homicide. Kinda like that old saying, “Lord, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of all those I had to kill because they really peeved me off.” Not that I would ever kill anyone or condone killing anyone. I might just wish them a really bad case of  hemmorhoids if they annoyed me enough.

Somedays, it’s good to not go anywhere or do anything special. Somedays, the agenda might involved some old movies and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s. Rest is a good thing. Especially if you’ve had one of those long weeks that never seemed to end.

God reminded me again that my life is a good life. He showed me again that what I thought were crises were just bumps in the road. He never gets tired of telling me that no matter what the middle chapters of the book might look like, the ending is already written and it’s a happily ever after. And He should know. It’s His book.

And FYI, the Ben and Jerry’s flavor was cheesecake brownie.