Monday, July 2, 2012

Big Hands

Have you ever looked at the moon? Were you in awe of its craters. Or maybe the way it shines spoke to you. Apparently it is spinning crazy fast around the earth. Today I thought I had big problems and then I stared at the moon for a while and it seemed to put me back in my place. Back in the hands of a merciful powerful loving God. In these hands I realize how very small and insignificant I really am. I am small but full of peace and I know without a doubt that I am loved beyond my comprehension. Brother Yun a Chinese Christian fasted for 100 days for a Bible, which God provided for him. He then preached and was beaten by government officials for what seemed like forever. But what hit me was that one day Yun realized that God didn't need him... ... ... ... ... ... Yun thought that he was needed to help God spread the gospel to China. Maybe Yun was looking at the moon when he realized that it was only by God's grace that he was used by God and that it was his pleasure to suffer for his living savior and king. Why do I forget to look at the moon when I am feeling the weight of life. Because right now I am pretty sure that my problems are up on that moon wondering how they got so far away. My answer to them is this, my God has big Hands.



Monday, June 25, 2012

banter, beer, and fancy cheese

Pass me another corndog... oh hello and welcome to Messy Messages from Marsh, OH crap it wont come off the screen...honey can you grab me a towel. Well folks I am going to be a dad, crazy huh. I also have the opportunity to help lead infusion, a YWAM high school program, woot or is it so wooty if you know what I mean. It is exciting but I have decided that if God asked me never to lead again I would be cool with that.Not that I am having a bad time but it is easier to do dumb stuff when you are not a leader. But I am super stocked on being a dad maybe it is because I expect that my child and I can do dumb stuff together. Possibly a false expectation I know... but don't burst my bubble just yet. I prayed a prayer this week that if God wanted me to move to China and farm for the rest of my life I would be at peace with that. Plants are so easy to work with compared to humans, you can scream at them, cry with them, laugh at them and they will give that big green smile right back at you no matter what your mood in. So if you are reading between the lines God has been working on my heart. He has showed me the power that humans have if they live in loving community. The greatest example of this in my life was in Scotland (there are others of course... don't feel left out). One fond memory was after finishing coaching basketball with my friend Marcio we would hike the huge hill to our flats. We would often stop at Charis' and Julia's flat for good banter, beer, and fancy cheese. This memory even though it might seem shallow  brings tears to my eyes because in that memory community was something I could taste, feel, hear and my heart was satisfied. I was also young naive and single but that has nothing to do with it (inside joke). Another time Marcio and I meet Polish people carrying a desk down the huge hill in the middle of the night but that is another story, for another time, perhaps. My point is this: God made us for community and it is like creamy French cheese when it is done right BUT it is as hard as Swiss bread at a hockey game to get to that place. God why didn't you make me a farmer in China?



Monday, June 18, 2012

Wobbly Worship

What you say makes a difference. So when I heard someone say a couple weeks ago that if you didn't like our "worship session" that we had, then you wont like heaven. WOW that person was feeling bold! I started to think of the implications of that statement. There are 6 things that came to mind from they were implying, 1. "worship" is a thing you do in sessions. 2. Heaven is going to be someone singing from the front that isn't Jesus. 3.That singing praises = worship. 4. That singing in heaven is going to be a certain genre. 5. That worship is getting "Holy Spirit goosebumps". 6. That I might not like heaven. Holy dinna, words have power.  

 Today I am feeling bold and I am going to say that this kind of "worship" leads to hollow Christianity. Why? You might be asking, oh I will tell you why. Lets first define worship, John MacArthur says this, "worship is honor and adoration directed to God." MacArthur goes on in his Book, Worship, the Ultimate Priority, to tell us that worship is a lifestyle that must be lived out everyday. This is not to be confused with musical praise, which lets face it we do. We have "worship times" on Sundays, we have "worship practice" and "worship leaders" and "styles of worship." Ha, we have made a mess of the word worship. No, it is worse that we have made it seem like worship is a shallow routine, may God have mercy on our souls. Well, what do we do on Sundays... we praise, we teach, and we fellowship . True  praise, teaching, and fellowship is an outworking of worship but it is not worship. I think Micah 6: 6-8 should slap us up a bit. What can we bring to the Lord? What kind of offerings should we give him? Should we bow before God with offerings of yearling calves? Should we offer him thousands of rams and ten thousand rivers of olive oil? Should we sacrifice our firstborn children to pay for our sins? No, O people, the Lord has told you what is good, and this is what he requires of you: to do what is right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God. Israel at the time of Micah had a similar type of mind frame as we do today. We rather worship with sessions and with possessions and with selfish motives instead of worshiping God through our everyday life in every hard and mundane moment. God is concerned with our hearts and that we do everything out of an act of worship for Him. We all need grace but lets stop pretending that we are true worshipers if we sing hard on Sundays. What really matters is your heart on Monday. May we love each other through our short comings so that God can be glorified through our relationships. God have mercy on me since you have revealed your heart and still mine becomes hard.

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Your Smile

This weeks blog is not theological, no it is way more important than that. It is about someone that makes me smile when I am down and loves me in my brokenness. She is my closest friend and wife. I don't know why sometimes I forget to tell her what she means to me. I don't think it is just me either, guys seem to have a hard time telling people how much they appreciate them. How sad is that. So if I have any influence on you in any way then stop reading this and go say to the people that mean the most to you that they melt your heart when they smile and that you appreciate all the things they do. This blog is going to be short because I am talking my own advice and telling my wife that she makes my world go round. May God teach us all to speak love and hope into every situation.