New Life Goes to 3 Services

I’m often asked why Jennifer and I decided to move to northern NY. Aside from simple obedience to the Lord, it’s because we fell in love with a vision.

We believe we can help affect a county for Christ.

We’re profoundly blessed to serve under some of the healthiest leadership anywhere on earth, and we’re surrounded by the most amazing support structure. How? I have no idea, other than to say God blessed us despite us.

8 months ago New Life was so full in its single Sunday service that we had to go to 2 services. Next month, on November 13th, we’re so full again we’ll be going to 3 services.

8:30am/10:30am/12:30pm

And yet we’re quickly approaching our very first goal: to reach 1% of our county for Jesus.

It’s still far too few.

If numbers mean people to you, then numbers matter. Because they matter to God; and they certainly matter to the devil.

The more I spend time with lost, hurting people and see their lives turned around by Jesus, the less time I have for the religious critic, pessimist, and cynic.

No matter the size of your particular church, lay your hand to the plow and be faithful to the vision you’re around. I believe the Lord will measure much by that.

And to those who wonder as to the time commitment for such county-influencing efforts, might I quote the late Sue Garland:

“I don’t have anything better to do.” ch:

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Life Two Handed

When you’re learning to do something new, don’t worry if you need to use two hands when everyone else is using one.

It’s part of getting better.

Proficiency is a sign of maturity.

Take it slow. Ask for help. Pride can often do more damage than inability. Resist the tendency to let repeated failure create constant frustration. And worse, make you give up.

Celebrate what you’re good at now, and use “two hands” at what you’re not. There’s no shame there. That’s probably why you have two hands anyways.

Regardless of how many times you spill, sooner or later, you’ll be a master cereal eater. (And a high-spender in your Daddy’s budget). ch:

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The Art of Measuring

Except for the rapid adolescent years, which involve a lot of acne, vocal squeals, and disproportionate appendages, growth is most often a slow, quiet process that is only noticed after a examining a start and end point separated by a long period of time.

Even harder than noticing physical growth is mental or spiritual growth. And I’ve found that measuring it can be a challenge.

Still, just as important as it was to measure your height against the family door frame with a ruler and pencil when you were 7, it’s important to be able to measure and track your growth spiritually, relationally, and mentally.

Here are a few of the reoccurring self-measuring standards I use when taking stock of my own growth:

•What is my power-to-knowledge ratio of God?

Exodus 33:11 tells of Moses’ relationship with God in the days of the Tent of Meeting like this: “The Lord would speak to Moses face to face, as a man speaks with his friend.”

Even if my wife had an autobiography and I read it everyday – though beneficial – it would not even come within the same paradigm as actually knowing her for 10 seconds in person. Likewise, while the Bible and countless books speak to the awesomeness of God, is my relationship with him “logos” knowledge only?

When was the last time I sensed his presence strongly within me? The breath of God breathing a “rhema” word on me? How long has it been since I’ve had a face-to-face? When did I last allow his heart for people to break me, his joy in creating life to excite me, his passion for the Kingdom to consume me? I’ve had encounters in past years where I was physically immobile from his overwhelming presence; is that now just a part of my history with him, or am I helping cultivate my availability to him today? It’s not about what I get, it’s what he gets out of the deal.

If I push myself in physical exercise, do I push myself when I’m in Sunday morning worship to be more than just an exercise?

•Who is actually benefitting from the knowledge and power I’ve amassed in God?

If a dying man’s last words carry any weight, the combination of Jesus’ parting commands in Matthew 28 and Mark 16 need to ring in me daily. And do they?

How many people can I name individually who are receiving the Christ-in-me on a consistent, regular basis?

Likewise, is the power and presence of God being coupled with genuine boldness and compassion in such a way that people are healed, convicted, and moved when they’re around me in Wal-Mart?

•How am I at loving my wife? (For those not married, I would refer you to Eph. 6:2).

If I’m commanded as a husband to love my wife like Jesus loves the Church (Eph. 5:25), and that his model of loving was serving her in the epitome of selflessness (Matt. 20:28), how selfless am I being with regard to my wife’s wellbeing? Am I helping her through life, modeling Christ-likeness in my treatment of her? Do I actively help her pursue her dreams, ease her burdens, and secure her future?

It’s interesting, because much of this I learned in first serving my parents.

Similarly, am I a walking, living, breathing model of Jesus for my kids? (Prov. 22:6). Far more important than evening Bible stories or if they learned the new Sunday school song, is how am I treating them? Am I responding or reacting to their needs, errors, and achievements? Is my discipline appropriate for the moment? Is my praise and encouragement hard to acquire or easily entreated?

•How do I respond to bad news?

Psalm 112:7 says, “[A righteous man] is not afraid of bad news; his heart is firm, trusting in the Lord.”

Do I fuel drama with more drama? Or does my unfazed response to crisis bring the stabilizing anecdote of God’s peace?

Similarly, how do I handle reactionary people? Do I exude patience? Or am I quick to judge and speak more than I am quick to listen? (James 1:19)

•Are physical environments getting better or worse after I spend prolonged amounts of time in them?

I learned long ago that how I treat things, how I treat people, and how I treat God all share the same 2 roots: my heart and my habits. Sometimes I can see my unspoken treatment of people in how I treat my car, my office, or my lawn.

•Am I an asset or liability to my local church?

Long before I had a “paid position” as a pastor, I was and still am a member of my local church. So the question begs to be asked, am I someone I’d have to pastor if I wasn’t a pastor?

Do I show up to help? Do I tithe? Do I complain about what’s wrong or do fill the need of what’s missing?

One of the greatest life lessons my parents could have ever taught me was learning the gift of serving over receiving (Acts 20:35). We never went to church to “get” anything growing up: we went to give. As a result, there was never a bad Sunday, a bad message, a bad worship set, or a bad carpet color.

Because we were there to serve people.

This list is far from exhaustive; so what are some of your personal measuring marks? ch:

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Toothless

If I told you someone was missing teeth, what’s the first thought that comes to your mind?

I know what comes to mine.

That person is a boxer, a hockey player, or a drunk. Or they’re old.

But what if I told you the person was 6?

Sometimes we mistake people’s lack as weakness, or even worse: failure. But I’m pretty convinced God sees it as room for something better to grow in. ch:

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Situational Maturity

Eva lost her 3rd tooth in a week last night. The first popped out while going up the stairs; the second popped out at a 4th of July fiesta on the driveway.

But this one was different. After wrestling with indecision and blood for 30 minutes, she finally pulled it out herself.

(Which is amazing because not even I had the nerve to pull it for her).

Growth happens. Whether we want it to or not, life makes room for its next stages. We can either complain about the circumstances, or embrace the inevitable and get a dollar under our pillow sooner.

Mature with your season instead of seeing your circumstances as the enemy. ch:

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Great Piece: The First Mega Church

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Nope. I didn’t write it. But I wish I had. Because I say it all the time. And when you find someone else saying it, too, you start jumping up and down. So I’m very happy to make this post a simple link to Stephen Altrogge’s piece on the interweb.