Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Most Seem to be Missing the Big Question.....

The news broke today that David Platt had been elected the next president of the Southern Baptist Convention's International Mission Board ... better known as the IMB.

There's been quite a wave of support for him, as well as some retrospective objection based upon his church's previous participation in the Cooperative Program. By way of information, David is well familiar in this area, as his church .. the Church at Brook Hills .. is in the same county in which we are located. We've been by Brook Hills many, many times and have visited the church, as well.

He's been pastor there for a number of years, taking the helm when he was 25 years old. He was the youngest megachurch pastor in the nation, and did a remarkable job of leading and growing and preaching and healing, while there. I had friends involved in the church's founding, so kept up on it fairly well, and of course there was much notoriety surrounding the departure of the founding pastor.

David did his job well.

There's been some ink .. especially before the election, when it was surmised he was the leading candidate .. about the fact that Brook Hills contributed little to the Cooperative Program, the Lottie Moon offering, and causes of that sort. But as I've seen today, Brook Hills did an exceptional job of outreach both here, and around the world as well. They put their money where Dr. Platt's mouth was.

He did, personally, too.

So: regardless of the church's participation in the Cooperative Program and other designated offerings, the real question is this .. and in my mind only this:

Can he do the job?

Based on his performance at Brook Hills, I'd say he can. And, in fact, my personal opinion is that he can and likely will do the job better than anyone else they might have considered. In fact, I'd say one of the most telling things as respects that is the fact that he apparently thinks he can do the job. 

He wouldn't have taken it, otherwise. 

There are some jobs within the SBC that don't have the need for dynamic and forward-thinking leadership. Come to think of it, I don't think the president and vice-president positions carry the weight and the urgency and the responsibility that the IMB President's position does ... or for that matter, as does the head of NAMB or of any of our colleges and seminaries. Or even the local church.

I, for one, applaud the fortitude and the wisdom of the Trustees for selecting a man, not without the possibility of controversy, who's simply the best guy for the job.

 

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Keeping The First Thing First?

It constantly surprises me that the SBC, collectively, doesn't seem to be able to keep the main thing the main thing.

What's the main thing? Making disciples.

Isn't that the "Great Commission"? To go into all the world and make disciples? And doesn't "disciple" mean student or learner?

Everyone seems to acknowledge that the majority of the 16,000,000+/- members, whom the SBC claims, aren't coming to church any more. But they don't seem to want to accept that as a failure to carry out the great commission.

Sure seems to me it is.

A couple of years ago, the Alabama Baptist ... our state Southern Baptist newspaper ... published a display of numbers for church membership and attendance, by county, for Alabama. There were many denominations included in the total, but they also set out the SBC's numbers separately. So ... it was really easy to enter the numbers for the 6 big population centers into a spreadsheet, let it subtract out the Baptists, show the percentage of membership represented by attendance, and then compare them. The results were most interesting.

According to my figures, in the million or so church members in those 6 areas, attendance for Baptists was 33.28%, whereas the other reporting denominations was 53.97%. And as if the numbers themselves weren't depressing enough, it should be mentioned that attendance includes visitors, and children too young to be members. Like infants and toddlers, and some other young'uns.

There's a lot of talk about programs to get people in. But I think it was the Internet Monk, some years ago, who said that's like owning a hospital that loses 2/3 of its patients and thinking the solution is to add more beds. Or maybe start more hospitals.

If our churches were businesses that collectively had 16 million employees, and only 1/3 of them showed up for work, the first thing that'd happen is heads would roll in the HR department. It'd be painfully obvious that they weren't doing their job in hiring the right people, and were also failing to train them once on the job.

It doesn't take a lot of grey matter to figure out what the church equivalent of that, is.  

There's a local church that you may have heard of, that's had pretty fair success at getting people in the door, keeping them coming back, and discipling them. It's the Church of the Highlands.

Get this:

  • After starting in January 2000 as a bible study in the pastor's home, they officially kicked off as a church the next month, February of 2000. A few hundred were there.
  • That same month, our church moved into its new building. We had attendance of 900-1000. And occasionally topped 1000 in the new building. 
  • In 2014, the Church of the Highlands has on the order of 20,000 members, 10 locations, and attendance of around 22,000. They have more members, and candidates for membership going through the introductory process, than they do absentees, apparently.
  • This year, our church is running 700-800 in attendance, and just went over 3000 enrollment in Sunday School. 

I am struck by those numbers. After looking over their material, it's obvious to me that the other church mentioned has been built upon, and continues to operate under, a system which puts people expressing an interest in membership, into a track to grow them into valuable servants of Jesus, in the local church. In fact, they call it their "Growth Track". Simply from looking at the results, and also from talking to members, the conclusion is obvious:

It works.

I have wondered for several  years why the SBC wouldn't address this. They do have some requirements for churches to participate in the SBC, but they have nothing to do with whether they are succeeding or failing at making disciples.

And lest you say that we have to make converts first before they can become disciples, check out Acts, Chapter 19. Paul tells of finding some disciples at Ephesus, who hadn't heard about the Holy Spirit. When they said they were baptized into John's baptism, Paul told them about the coming of Jesus and then baptized them, and something remarkable happened. So they were referred to as disciples before they heard of Jesus and the Holy Spirit, seemingly.

Look at it this way: Why would God want to send us more candidates for membership? Doesn't He know what our track record is? 

I think I know why nobody wants to broach the subject, though. To tell the SBC assembled that it's failed at making disciples is to tell a lot of pastors that they've got it wrong.

I don't blame anyone for not wanting, personally, to do that to several thousand messengers.

But I'm pretty convinced of one thing: if we don't fix that ... and I mean get some kind of system convention-wide, in which local churches verify new members' salvation, determine their Spiritual gifting, educate them as to the church and its operation, and get the members into an area of service corresponding to their interests and gifts, then we're never going to solve the percentages I mentioned.

Which make us look bad enough already.

Without even looking at trends over the past dozen years.

Friday, July 04, 2014

We Keep the Pictures. But We Throw Away the Scoresheets.

Peg and I have been married for a few months more than 55 years. That is a bit unusual, today ... perhaps because lots of folks don't get married so young and then live this long ... but regardless, we do seem to be somewhat of an exception to the norm.

That really stands out in light of the fact that we don't hang around old people very much. Peg has always had a burden to mentor younger ladies ... as the Bible instructs ... and I have always been drawn to younger married couples, and passing on all the things I've learned over the years, that they haven't seen yet.

You know .. the old bit about getting your good judgment from your experience, but your experience from your bad judgment.

Then there's the more recently-realized fact that Jesus came to make an abundant life available to us, and just like a devoted parent buying presents for his children, he wants us to want that abundant life. And, that comes from simply doing what He said to do. Being what He enables us to be. That seems evident to me in a brief passage in John 14 ... Jesus speaking ... in which He said:


  • Verse 21: "Whoever has my commands and keeps them is the one who loves Me"
And then again ... 

  • Verse 23: "Anyone who loves me will obey My teaching." 

It seems to me that obeying His commands is a matter of doing what He said to do, or not doing what He said not to do, but obeying His teachings seems more a matter of who we are and how we live and what our motivations are ... as pointed out in Proverbs 16:3.

Part of the abundant life is heeding all the instructions in the Bible about how to be married. How to live in a marriage of obedience to God.

One thing that comes to mind is that, every morning after breakfast, Peg and I play a game of Phase 10. It's a game with 10 dice, in which we score points by rolling various combinations, called "Phases". The scoresheets that came with the game were miniscule, not well suited to a hamhanded guy like yours truly, so our younger son Brad made us one in XCel. It features 8 scoring columns, so it's good for 4 games for Peg & me. 

Sometimes, one of us will win all 4 games on a sheet, other times a 3/1, 2/2, 1/3, or 0/4 split the other way.  It's a lot of fun. But when the 4th game is over, we always throw away the score sheet. 

See, it's not about who won or lost, but the joy of the company and the fun of playing (and sometimes the incredibly ironic things that can happen). 

That seems Biblical. 1 Corinthians 13 puts it as follows:

"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs."

We don't need no stinkin' records. We just need the fun of the company and the game.

We started taking photographs pretty early in our marriage. So we've got a lot of great memories captured permanently on film ... and in electrons. My "Pics" folder, and the Alaska Trip folder, contain 40,634 pictures. They are, almost without exceptions, representative of happy moments. You may have seen some of them on Facebook; I put some interesting or unique pictures up there, usually from some other area, now & then.

Here's an example, taken in April of 2000, leaning on a fence which was keeping us from falling into a 2000' ravine in the French Alps. That causes some folks to wonder if we're spending all our time, traveling, which we're not. I'm just dredging up old photos. And old happy memories. 

Can you see the wisdom in what God said? Keeping no record of wrongs? As the Apostle Paul told the Philippians:

"Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable ... if anything is excellent or praiseworthy ... think about such things.

Paul sure knew what He was talking about. Which is why The Author included it in The Book.

So. Throw out the scorecards. And hang onto ... and look at ... those photos.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

On Elephants, Hot Tubs, and the Danger of Outliving Usefulness

There's a connection, I promise.

First, elephants: it's been stated that the way one eats an elephant is one bite at a time. I've used that analogy in the past, here, and it came to mind again, today.

We've had a hot tub on our back deck for perhaps 25 years. When my Mom was living with us, she was impressed by how much good Peg said she'd gotten from the hot tub at her sister's time share on Hilton Head (no, I never get to go....), and decided she'd get a hot tub and have it installed for Peg. My parents were always really bats about Peg, from the first time I ever introduced them, and Peg really went out of her way to make a home for her, here with us, after Dad died in 1988.

Above is a picture I took after we'd ripped off some of the case that the tub was sitting in. And when I took the picture, a couple things occurred to me; more on that subject later.

We enjoyed the tub for many years, but then it began breaking down now and then. The last time we had it fixed, it actually cost more than the tub had originally cost. So, the last time it quit working, and in light of the fact that we were getting older ... generally considered a good thing ... plus, it was getting harder to get in and out of the thing, we decided we wouldn't fix it. And that was perhaps 7 or 8 years ago.

We finally mentioned to our younger son Brad, that we were thinking of getting rid of it. The real problem with that was that the tub was a bit over 8' square, 4' tall, and sat on a screened-in deck with the largest opening being the screen door. Brad said that wouldn't stop him, by golly; he'd just come over, saw it up, and cart it off to the dump for us. And that's precisely what he and Connie, his bride, did last Tuesday.

That's a picture taken after removal of several of the elephant-bite-sized chunks of ex-hot-tub.

After it was all removed, we also took down the benches I'd built around it. As the outside of the walls around the tub have vertical cedar siding on the outside, and I didn't feel like ripping that out to install more screens, we took the wood from the benches and nailed it up .. along with a couple new boards .. to make a new wall. That formed a neat little protected area, into which we could now put our deck table and some chairs, for those occasional days when the temperature is conducive to eating out on the deck.

Here's the result:

I observed several shall we say philosophical truths as they were deconstructing and replacing the hot tub installation.


  • When something's outlived its usefulness, it can be quite a mess to get rid of.
  • Getting rid of it is apt to be a bigger job than starting it in the first place.
  • Getting rid of stuff may involve more people than starting it ever did.
  • Using materials and space and time more wisely can leave you a lot better off than you were, before.

That made removing the tub, which had outlived its usefulness, worthwhile. And that got me to thinking about other things. Like church.

I wonder how many things we do, how many procedures we follow, how many programs we have, that have outlived their usefulness.

And I was also reminded of a talk given some years ago by Paul Burleson, at a meeting we both attended. He talked about confusing form with function. When your forearm itches, you scratch it. With your other hand, usually involving fingernails. But if your hand is otherwise occupied, say holding something, you may rub the itch with your wrist, or you may rub your arm against a table or something.   

He tied that in with saying grace at a meal. We all have customs ... holding hands, and bowing, etc, or whatever ... but the objective is to thank God. And my most memorable case of saying grace was the following morning, when Paul and I had breakfast and toasted King Jesus with raised glasses of orange juice. And loud proclamations of the goodness of our Savior. 

I'll never forget that.

Perhaps it is, that churches start "programs" to deal with perceived problems and then carry them on, long after the need has passed. They continue to follow the "forms" they've established, when the function is no longer needed.

I heard once of a position in the Government service in Great Britain; the position was guard at the cliffs of Dover. Their sole responsibility was to watch for, and warn of, the approach of Napoleon's Navy.

The position was abolished, as I recall, in the 1950's.

Let's hope that our churches are filled with people in positions that are productive, and that the operations they see to will be abolished when no longer needed. Even if it's painful.

Needless to say, so should the SBC and its various entities, where the need and the results are obscure enough that we are forced to rely on the trustees to do what's wise, even if it means working themselves out of a job.

I don't think we need fear Napoleon's Navy any more. 

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

A Grate Answer. And Great Answers.

The strip running across the end of the concrete there is a metal grating.

Following is a brief explanation.

The lot on which our house is situated slopes down, from left to right. the house is one story on the left, but is two-story on the right; the basement is a walk-out finished "apartment" ... for lack of a better term ... temporarily occupied by our granddaughter and her new hubby.

There's a driveway on each side of the house, and it runs behind the house, down to the gravel drive you see. Naturally, there's a lot of water running down it when it rains, and with the septic tank located at the far right edge of the picture, we thought it a good idea to channel the water away from that. So I built a channel about 5" deep across the end, open at the ends to channel the rain either into a drainpipe at the left, or out into the woods at the right.

The problem has been that I haven't found a way to successfully cover the channel. I tried all kinds of things with 1X4', 2X4', wire mesh and what-not, but nothing worked. Then, I noticed that there were some reinforcing bars kind of buried in the leaves by the driveway, so I dug them out. There were six of them, twenty feet long. They'd been left over when we had the concrete wall built, the very end of which can be seen at the far right of the photo.

Hmm ... being somewhat of a tool packrat, I also have a welder and a metal-cutting chop saw, so figured I'd get to work. In one brief day, I cut the re-bar into lots of shorter pieces, and welded up the grating shown. [

It works like a charm. My welds are even holding!

And that got me to thinking. That wall was built in 2002, so those re-bars have been sitting there for 12 years now, while I messed around trying to solve the driveway water runoff problem. But when I looked around and saw what I really had, it took a short day's work to solve a problem I'd had for as long as we'd had the driveway.

That got me to pondering: think of the average Christian. He has Christian friends, a church, plenty of stuff around him, a pastor who probably likes to minister, and also the Bible. Not to mention a Savior who died to present us with (the ability to have) an abundant life, and the Holy Spirit to guide us into it.

Too often, I fear, they're like my 12-year-old reinforcing bars. They're lying alongside my well-traveled ways, covered by the other stuff in my life, and unnoticed all the while because of that aforementioned other stuff..

Even though, all these years, I had the tools in the other room, that I could have used, to deal with all those problems.

It was that way for too long, in my own life. I hope it's not, in yours.

Tuesday, May 27, 2014

The True Colors of the Church

The true colors of the church ... including a church in particular ... don't show up so much when attendance and offerings are up. When things are going swell. No, they're more apt to show forth when times get tougher. When change occurs. When the future becomes less predictable; predictable in our minds, at least.

When the status becomes less quo, so to speak.

FBC Pelham is facing such a time right now. I'm trusting all is and will be well.

Last Sunday was the last sermon Dr. Michael E. Shaw will ever preach as the Pastor of FBC of Pelham. He's retiring as of month's end, after 35 years as our Pastor.

Peg and I have been there for 33 of those 35, by the way.

The "success" of the church in persisting in its duties and its calling during the coming months while we experience well-qualified preachers bringing God's word as "pulpit supply" for a time, followed by leadership by an excellent interim pastor, will depend on the church itself. The people called to the assembly.


1 Corinthians 12 has a lot to say about this. We are a body, assembled with people God has placed in our midst, each one gifted to the task God has in mind for them. What happens over the next few months as our Pastor Search Committee labors to connect with God's man for our pulpit, will depend on how faithful our membership is to fulfill its God-ordained responsibilities.

I've always found it funny ... what the Bible mentions as the first "Spiritual Gift". It's not what I would have expected. As Exodus 31 says: "Then the Lord said to Moses, "See, I have chosen Bezalel, son of Uri, son of Hur, of the tribe of Judah, and I have filled Him with the Spirit of God, with skill, ability and knowledge in all kinds of crafts....."".

Hmmm .. arts & crafts, a Spiritual Gift? Makes sense to me if you consider the task of the "church" at that time ... to build the Tabernacle. All those skills would be needed. So I am confident that whatever our church needs to prosper Spiritually during this time of new directions has already been lavished on the people who fill our pews. It's up to each of us to see that the work of our assembly continues uninterrupted. And even to prosper.

Incidentally, I refer to Bro. Mike as our pastor. Not Lead Pastor, Senior Pastor, or anything of the sort. As my best friend once said, a church has one pastor. Everybody from the oldest to the youngest should know "He's my pastor....".

I look forward to FBC's next pastor. Here's hoping we'll be ready for him.

Monday, May 26, 2014

CB Said It But It Needs To Be Said Again

My best friend in the world ... family excepted ... is CB Scott. He's been that, for nearly 8 years now.

He wrote a post that's just been put up at SBC Voices but it needs to be repeated again and again. Herewith is CB's observations on Memorial Day: 


America is at war. As of yesterday, 05-24-14, the number of men and women of the American Armed Forces who have given their lives in Iraq and Afghanistan was 6,805. It is highly possible that before anyone reads this post another father or mother will be notified that their daughter or son will not be coming home. Another young wife or husband may get the news that his or her spouse paid the ultimate price. A little boy may learn that his daddy will never coach him in Little League again. Some little girl may come to the realization that when she gets ready to go to her high school prom, her mother will not be helping her pick out her dress or help her put on her makeup.

Yes, America is at war. However, that should not be a surprise to any of us. Truthfully, there has never been a time when either a great number or a small group of Americans were not engaged in a combative posture with an enemy of this nation we call The Land of the Free and Home of the Brave. There is no glamour in war no matter the size, no matter the cause.

Nonetheless, it is my opinion that war does become necessary in the human experience. War is necessary to maintain the kind of freedom such a nation as ours has enjoyed from the time of its birth.

Freedom is a very costly commodity. Therefore, I believe it to be proper and right to take a day and remember those who have given their lives to keep America free-to protect our way of life. I thank God for every man or woman who went into harm’s way and gave their lives. I thank God for those of the Army, Navy, Air Force, Coast Guard, and Marine Corp who have paid the highest price for freedom. And yes, I thank God for every American Operative, Contractor, and Mercenary who fought and died in places snakes and dogs won’t crawl that will never be reported or have their names written on a wall or monument to protect the interest of this country and the freedom if its citizens in foreign lands.

I am an American and I am not ashamed to be one. I will never back down from flying Old Glory, pledging allegiance, or singing God Bless America in church on Sunday morning in honor of our sons and daughters who gave their all for this country. By the providence of Holy God I am blessed to have been born here and I will never cease to thank Him for all He has given me as a citizen of this nation.

Beyond thanking God to be an American, I thank Him for Jesus who rescued me from the wrath I so greatly deserve. I thank Jesus who gave His all that I might have life and life eternal. There is no greater freedom than that freedom wrought by the blood of the Lamb. Today, I sang God Bless America and I thanked God for those who died to keep my nation free. I also sang Amazing Grace and I thanked God for the Soul Cleansing Blood of the Lamb. The day will come when there is no America for which to thank God. However, there will never be a time to cease thanking God for the ultimate sacrifice, that of His Only Begotten Son. “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. I once was lost, but now I see. ‘Twas blind, but . . .”

In Christ Free,

cb

Amen, CB; Brother, Friend.