The Faith of Trees.

There's a field by my office where some of the last big trees in "Broken Arrow, OK" live. Tulsa's a big town as far as Oklahoma's concerned, but it's still small enough to not feel like you're actually in a big town. I wonder sometimes, if they know what they're doing? Did you ever see something not only stand , but reach up towards the sky as far as it could...tiptoes and everthing? Just a little more...a little more...

That's kind of a crazy statement when you think about it. (If I could reach the sky?) Can't we? Where does the sky start? If we were bugs looking up at humans, we'd be pretty saticfied to say that they touch the sky...or at least hang out there. If a bird fly's (no matter how close to the ground...) as long as he doesn't touch it, he's in the sky right?!

I suppose our feet touch the ground, but everything else (our hearts, hands, head, etc...) operate already touching a vastness that goes on forever. You know it's funny.... Even when I fall, some part of me is still touching the sky. Maybe that's why God made us the way he did? If the sky was the hand of God and the ground was the foundation of his love...(huh...) with that perspective, faith doesn't seem all that hard anymore.

Clarifying the Madness...

In my last blog, I was asking myself..."Am I?"...under the guise of something being wrong with that picture....


My buddy pointed out to me that we're constantly asking that question. "Steve, why is that a bad thing?" Well, it's not. I don't always say what I mean clearly. (that's obvious) I am famous for the whole... "What's that look like?"...question. If we don't ask, how will we ever grow? This particular "Am I" question (...as asked in-The Church in My Mirror) was not one I ask myself in response to growth...it's in response to truth. If I am a child of God...(I don't mean how good or bad, or to what degree...) I mean, if I believe it at all. My level of maturity, spiritual or otherwise is debatable. But if I believe that I am saved...if I believe that God is who He says He is...if I believe that I am his son...and that makes me part of the church...and that nothing can remove me from the hand of God....then why do I so often treat Him like it's a pipe dream?


You see...if I Am...then why doesn't the world see me (the church) differently? Why don't I look like I am the child of someone named Jesus? Lots of guys mentioned in the bible had struggles. (Moses, Abraham, Sarah, Israel, Joseph, David, Solomon, Bathsheba, Ruth, Mary, Jerimiah, Mary of Magdellah, Noah, Job, Peter, Paul, Thomas and so many others...) All of these people had issues, flaws, defects, failures, sins, mistakes, mess-ups, doubts, you name it...

No matter what they questioned, they didn't question that He was God and that they were his people. But their lives and the lives of those around them, still changed the world. (Even ours) At times, those people (like us) acted like total contradictions of his love. Yet when they failed, they knew whom they had to go to for restoration. They knew that they needed to be on their faces before Him. No matter their faults, it was their relationship with God and their love because of it, that defined them....so should mine (...shouldn't it?). Maybe it's more than just me...If it's not, let me know and we can just tell 'em to stear clear of the short guy...

The Church in My Mirror???

Standing in my bathroom staring in the mirror:
I can hear the saying...the local church is the hope of the world, and I believe that it should be. I believe that I should be. Father, I can't always match what I'm seeing in my mirror to that statement. I believe that you, Jesus are the hope of the world. I believe that the church (including me...) should be family of God...it should be me...the believer and my brothers and sisters. I am part of, what the bible calls, "the body of Christ". I am Your hands and feet, reaching out to a lost and dying world. Or am I? But then, that's really the question isn't it..."Am I?"

Remember your shepherd on the hillside....Moses? When he asked you who should he say sent him to the Hebrews, You said, "Tell them that "I Am" sent you." So if You are the "I Am", and I have to ask "I Am"...."Am I?"...Then some thing's wrong with this picture.

Being your church isn't about being perfect in every way. It's about You, God...perfectly loving me no matter who I am or what I've done. I am your child. (no matter my age) Children fall and get some bruises learning to walk. I should have expected that. Sorry Steve, nursing the scratches won't lead people to Christ. You don't have time to lick your wounds. There are those out there who don't know that they're your children yet. I have to tell them, show them, and love them. Brennen Manning said in his book, The Importance of Being Foolish - "The church must be Christ's love raised up to the poor."

I never been the best at it. But I'm trying...maybe if, tomorrow, I try again...I wonder what tomorrow could look like? So right now, in this moment and all other moments after it....(Galatians 5:6b) "The only thing that matters is faith expressing itself through love." I have a purpose! I have set out to see (in each knew moment) where this might find me. If I am really being your child...would I ever really need the word "missionary"?

Sand Castles

I wanted to continue the idea and thought about storms in our lives. I recently spent a week with the family at the beach. We spent most of our time on the beach building sand castles and riding waves. Steve and I had talked about a series I was writing called storms so this topic was fresh on my mind.
Cody, my 7 year ball of energy wanted to build a sand castle with a large hole in the center. We discussed or building plans and what this structure would look like. Once we decided on the structure then it was time to chose the location. This is the point when Cody and I started butting heads. I had more knowledge and experience in building castles on the beach, but that did not seems to influence Cody at all. I decided to let Cody have this battle.
So the construction began. When Cally or sweet 9 year saw us building she joined in with great joy. As we began to build, the plans grew larger and larger. Cally and Cody talked about how they would build a wall with the sand to hold back the water. We worked on the castle for at least two hours. This castle had tunnels,a wall surrounding it, and a hole that Cody felt good about hiding in. Two hours may not seem long but to a 9 year old and a 7 year old that was an all day job.
As we were building this thing I could not help but see myself in my two children. I know our father is here with us building families, careers, businesses, and so much more. I loved the time I spent with my kids building the castle. For me, it was not about the castle but about the time I spent with them in the process.
There was one huge design flaw. The castle was built in a location that when the tide came in, it would over take the castle. Cody and Cally did there best to try and stop the waves, but that was not enough. I knew this was going to happen from the time we made the first pile of sand. Was I wasting my time to help build something I knew would be destroyed? I would do it again tomorrow if I had the chance to spend with my kids.
You and I both know it is going to storm and the waves are coming in, so what are you going to do when the waves finally make it to your castle. I stood beside them and watched the waves piece by piece take the castle down. Should I have made them build in a better spot? What do your "sand castles" look like?
I want to leave you with A few verses:

24 "Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. 25 And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. 26 And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. 27 And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it."