The Word's Desperate Need for "Believers"

"Many of us would like the world to change, but we don't want to endure the trouble of helping make it happen." - Arnold Mindell, in his book Sitting in the Fire

"The various levels of problems and issues are interwoven, so that solving any one of them without simultaneously addressing the others rarely works for long." - Arnold Mindell

"Structural work is only a bandage unless feelings have been healed." - Arnold Mindell

The truth in the last two quotes above oftentimes make me experience the truth of the first one.

The real and truly life transforming work of Christ is long and hard work. It demands a calling forth of the whole person without reservation to participate in it. Yet so many of us are only willing to give portions of our selves to any kind of work, that we end up spending our lives doing things that are far from transforming.

How can we feel okay about this? Well, we have (at least) 3 choices...2 bad, 1 good:

Bad Choice #1 - We spend our lives not feeling okay about this, but do nothing about it, deciding that "feeling okay" isn't attainable for us or worth the trouble. This, ironically, helps us feel okay about this.

Bad Choice #2: We judge that "transformation" is something that is unattainable, or not our business, or un-measurable...and therefore an idealistic goal that we can't rationally and logically shoot for in any practical way. And so we make up that a much lesser goal is worthy of our pursuit, and then we put another word to it: "Successful". With this impressive, powerful word packed with lesser, attainable goals, we can then live a life of ease and "part-time-ness" and still feel okay...because we are "successful".

These lesser goals have to do with superficial things like the amount of money I make (or give away), the number of people showing up, the amount of time I spend working, the "win-loss" columns, the popularity I seem to have, the amount of encouragement I receive, the lack of critical feedback, etc... These much easier, more attainable, more (presumably) measurable things become our life's work. All of these things can be accomplished without transforming anyone (primarily oneself). So it is win/win: I get to feel "successful", and I can do so without giving my whole self.

The Good Choice: Both the bad choices above are the same in that they decide to "feel alive" by lowering their standards of what makes them "feel alive". The only way to make the human spirit's engine "hum" like it is designed to is to lay it all out for the belief that transformation is possible. And that the work of transformation, no matter how hard, no matter how long, no matter how hard it is to measure, no matter how impossible it appears to be...IS possible and the only pursuit worth any effort.

You ever heard the phrase, "Hurting people, hurt people"?

Well...Transforming people, transform people.

Transforming people believe in people, because they know themselves and the revolutions that take place in their own lives. Transforming people know how to measure transformation as a real and practical goal worth pursuing. Transforming people find out how the hard work of transformation isn't quite as hard as it appeared, nor does it take quite as long as expected.

Transforming people are very impractical people to those who have lowered their standards and called something lesser "success".

I admit that living a life of transformation, attempting to make the work of your life the transformation of others, is noble and lofty. I admit that it is hardER to measure than other objective things...but I do not concede that these things make transformation either too high to live out, or impractical to shoot for. It just requires belief. Which Jesus says is the work of God (John 6:29).

I think that is why those of us who shoot for the stars, sights set on lives of transformation of lives, are often referred to as "Believers".

Australia is Changing in my Basement

“The message you preach about commitment to our Lord and all the cost that goes with it is not a peaceful message to the ears of the uncommitted who want to rest and enjoy this world. But hearts and souls among the believing as well as the unbelieving are hungry for the commitment you speak of. Ask Him to turn off all the voices but His.” – My Mom, 2 years ago

 

"This gospel of the kingdom will be preached in the whole world as a testimony to all nations." - Jesus Christ,  2000 years ago

I write today because I am weak. I need to see people's hearts coming alive, for some reason, for mine to stay alive. Like an immature kid who will quit something at the drop of a hat if he doesn't get constant enticements and rewards and cheers from "dad" for performing, I confess that if I didn't have a steady dose of "life from death" happening around me in a way that I can see it, I wonder if I would have the strength and perseverance to keep going.

 

But, praise God, He entices me regularly.

 

I have a guest in my house today named Drew. He is from Australia. He attends a church of 30 people in a Queensland town about the size of my town in Texas. He is in the 6th month of a 9 month journey, visiting churches and lectureships in order to be inspired for how he can be an effective part of "transitioning" his beloved fellowship over there a little bit more into the image of Christ.

 

He heard me speak at Harding's Lectureship a few weeks ago, where I spoke about my obsession with Christ, and the hunger and thirst for Christ at the Southwest Church of Christ, and he asked to come visit group of people in Amarillo. Now he is here.

 

He experienced our worship service Sunday morning, a small group meeting Sunday night, and the Palo Duro Canyon today with my two youngest kids and myself. He's not sleeping well, he informed my wife and I today, because his mind is running and running and he can't stop it. He's will be going home in January, he says, and with the end nearing, he is longing for a plan upon his return home. In addition to the clock ticking, he has experienced so much in his travels. So at night when he attempts to sleep in my basement, mind racing, he gets up with Bible, journal, and pencil in hand, to think, study, plan, and remember.

 

I didn't preach, really, yesterday at the Southwest church. Six friends of mine did. They spoke of how getting into deeper, unmasked, unguarded friendship with each other has gotten them into deeper, unmasked, unguarded friendship with God, and that it has literally changed (saved?) their lives. If you want to hear them, it will cost you 15 minutes at www.southwest.org. Prepare yourself...you might find yourself jealous of the friendships these guys have found with each other.

 

And rightly so...for you were made to have them.

 

My new friend Drew was only one of hundreds present in Searcy when I had the incredible privilege of speaking about Christ. I know for a fact that the message of commitment to Christ that I preached created various responses. Some defensive, some agreeable, some neutral, some apathetic. But for at least one, it stirred up an audacious, bold request..."Can I come and meet these people who love Christ so much that you speak of?" And now he has met them, and he sits awake in my basement being inspired by God's Spirit to write down how to join God in instigating a hunger for Christ in his brothers and sisters, and beyond, back home. 

 

I just have to pause as I imagine it: My basement has become a sacred cathedral during the nights while I sleep. When the lights go out, God gets Drew up and works and is active and is strategizing on yet-another-master-move in His Grand Scheme of breaking into the world with His Son's Kingdom.

 

The far-off nation of Australia is being changed a little bit more into the image of Christ in my basement this week...in part, because my friends who help me be more like Christ preached this past Sunday, using their own lives as God's "props" to show off how great He is, allowing me to preach about it 500 miles east of here in our own nation.

 

We are blessed. Very, very blessed.

 

May God bless Drew, for He has blessed me today through Drew.