Which Way is Jesus’ Way?

 

A friend asked me if this week if I believe that “Jesus is the way…” from John 14. I replied as I usually do, “Sure.” It’s an easy question. As a pastor, a professional Christian, I placed my bet a long time ago.
Even for amateur Christians, it’s still an easy question. All it asks of us is, “What do you think about Jesus?” or perhaps this year, “Who are you voting for Messiah?” In this simple do or don’t decision, the implication is that you pick Jesus in opposition to anyone else who might be, “The Way.” Jesus vs. Muhammad would be the latest prize fight with Jesus followers doing all the fighting. Imagine Jesus vs. Ali? He wouldn’t stand a chance, turning the other cheek… He’d get hammered. Good thing the faithful step in defending Jesus in a life or death fashion. That seems to be our way.
“Is Jesus The Way or is it Buddha? Muhammad? Confucius?” Through the years, as a pastor, I’ve seen some terrible behaviors from the true believers who could have voted any of the above. “Is Jesus the way?” no longer seems to challenge or transform us. It only seems to divide us, requiring us to vote for Jesus but then, apparently, giving us the liberty to do as we please, especially if we do so in Jesus’ name.
What does challenge me is when I turn the question around and then read the gospels. Then I don’t just ask about Jesus being “The Way,” but wonder, “What was Jesus way?” And if I dare apply it, I ask, “What would my life look like if I lived Jesus’ way?” That’s a much more problematic question. It requires me to do more than think, I have to consider, and ultimately, I have to choose. It takes me from, “What would Jesus do?” to “What would Jesus have me do?” or “What would I do if I was a follower of Jesus’ way into the world?” After all, if Jesus is the way, shouldn’t his way be my way?
Jesus’ way is different than the other ways, and I don’t mean in the traditional religious sense. We just don’t seem to notice. When a pharmaceutical company raises the prices on Epipens to an astronomical level, there should be no surprise. That’s what corporations do. It is their way. That’s how a corporation maximizes profit. Supply and demand determine the price. When politicians support their candidate justifying his or her actions, it is what politicians do. It is their way. Win at all costs. No matter what it takes. Integrity is sacrificed in the name of the greater good. The ends (all the good we will do) will justify the means (whatever it took to win). The writer of the book of Judges in the Bible twice critiques the people of that era, “everyone did that which was right in his or her own eyes.” (Judges 17:6, 21:25). Apparently they were even worse than Machiavelli who supposedly is the first to say, “The ends justify the means.” For them, they didn’t even care about the end result, each just did as he or she pleased.
For Jesus, the ends never justified the means, no matter how good the goal. For Jesus, the means were the end. That was and is his way. You love because you love, it’s your way, even if it gets you crucified. You don’t judge, condemn, or treat others with contempt, apparently even in the midst of a crucifixion, because that’s not your way. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. pointed out that for followers of Jesus, his way is our way, and that means, the ends never justify the means but the means are our ends, our goal, our way in the world. He preached,

One of the great philosophical debates of history has been over the whole question of means and ends. And there have always been those who argued that the end justifies the means, that the means really aren’t important. The important thing is to get to the end, you see.
So, if you’re seeking to develop a just society, they say, the important thing is to get there, and the means are really unimportant; any means will do so long as they get you there? they may be violent, they may be untruthful means; they may even be unjust means to a just end. There have been those who have argued this throughout history. But we will never have peace in the world until men everywhere recognize that ends are not cut off from means, because the means represent the ideal in the making, and the end in process, and ultimately you can’t reach good ends through evil means, because the means represent the seed and the end represents the tree.
It’s one of the strangest things that all the great military geniuses of the world have talked about peace. The conquerors of old who came killing in pursuit of peace, Alexander, Julius Caesar, Charlemagne, and Napoleon, were akin in seeking a peaceful world order. If you will read Mein Kampf closely enough, you will discover that Hitler contended that everything he did in Germany was for peace. And the leaders of the world today talk eloquently about peace. Every time we drop our bombs in North Vietnam, President Johnson talks eloquently about peace. What is the problem? They are talking about peace as a distant goal, as an end we seek, but one day we must come to see that peace is not merely a distant goal we seek, but that it is a means by which we arrive at that goal. We must pursue peaceful ends through peaceful means. All of this is saying that, in the final analysis, means and ends must cohere because the end is preexistent in the means, and ultimately destructive means cannot bring about constructive ends.
Now let me say that the next thing we must be concerned about if we are to have peace on earth and good will toward men is the nonviolent affirmation of the sacredness of all human life. Every man is somebody because he is a child of God. And so when we say “Thou shalt not kill,” we’re really saying that human life is too sacred to be taken on the battlefields of the world. Man is more than a tiny vagary of whirling electrons or a wisp of smoke from a limitless smoldering. Man is a child of God, made in His image, and therefore must be respected as such.

Dr. King knew of what he spoke. Jesus’ way should be our way, and as Dr. King pointed out, the path to love begins with respect.
Will government or corporations or television guide you in any way other than what’s right in their own eyes? No. But we shouldn’t expect them to. When we do, we just look silly as Kurt Vonnegut observed,

For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). But, often with tears in their eyes, the demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course, that’s Moses, not Jesus. I haven’t heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. “Blessed are the merciful” in a courtroom? “Blessed are the peacemakers” in the Pentagon? Give me a break!”

Jesus never seemed to expect Caesars or Institutions to be role models or follow his way at all. That was the job of each individual disciple, or as those who lived in the communities of the early church were known, “The Followers of The Way.”

Clinton and Trump, Presidential Candidates or Married Couple?- A Pastor’s Guide to Listening to the Debates and Learning About Life, Love, and Relationships

1-rkyhyb6tzxn02lcpbqucnwAs I watched and listened to the Presidential Debates, I heard the arguments through my years as a pastor. To me, Clinton and Trump sounded, looked, and acted less like Presidential Candidates and more like a married couple in the midst of a contemptuous divorce. Regardless of your politics, this election season offers an opportunity like no other to learn about how we relate to one another whether spouse to spouse, parent to child, or one political leader to another.

At the next debate, instead of trying to decide, “Whose winning?”, I encourage you to use the following list from Dr. John Gottman, scientist and therapist, as a scorecard.  Gottman offers a practical guide to listening to language and observing nonverbal communication that he calls, The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. Gottman chose this striking image of The Four Horsemen because, like in the book of Revelation, one follows right after the other. If you learn to see these behaviors in not just presidential candidates but in yourself and others, then we all can win. Here they are:

Horseman 1: Criticism. A complaint focuses on a particular action while a criticism is broader and passes judgement on the other person’s character or personality using the action as evidence for the conclusion drawn. For example, “I’m really angry that you didn’t sweep the kitchen floor last night. We agreed that we’d take turns doing it,” is a complaint and addresses a specific behavior. “Why are you so forgetful? I hate having to always sweep the kitchen floor when it’s your turn. You just don’t care,” is a criticism. Criticism throws in blame and engages in character assassination. To turn a complaint into a criticism simply shift from what you want to what’s wrong with the person. Here is another example:
Complaint: “There’s no gas in the car. You said you would fill it up. Will you take care of it?”
Criticism: “Why can’t you ever remember anything? I told you a thousand times to fill up the tank, and you didn’t. You are so irresponsible.”
Criticism often gets historical, not hysterical, though that can happen, but the past enters the present as an endless list of examples of the persons flawed nature.
Criticism, focusing on the character of the person, the past as well as the present, and not addressing specific wants and needs, is a common bad habit in relationships. Jesus warned against it in The Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 7: Do not judge, so that you may not be judged. 2 For with the judgment you make you will be judged, and the measure you give will be the measure you get. For Jesus, by passing judgment on others, we pass judgment on ourselves showing our own character more than making evident the deficiencies in others. Passing judgment on a person’s actions is different than judging a persons character or soul. For Gottman, this criticism of other persons or people is common. The danger is when it becomes an accepted pattern because it paves the way for the other, far deadlier behaviors, or as he labeled them, horsemen.

Horseman 2: Contempt. Sarcasm and cynicism are types of contempt. So are name-calling, eye-rolling, sneering, mockery, and hostile humor. In whatever form, contempt — the worst of the four horsemen — is poisonous to a relationship because it conveys disgust. It’s virtually impossible to resolve a problem when your partner is getting the message you’re disgusted with him or her. Inevitably, contempt leads to more conflict rather than to reconciliation.
The presence of contempt and perceived contempt in a relationship can manifest itself in physical symptoms. Couples who are contemptuous of each other are more likely to suffer from infectious illnesses (colds, flu, and so on) than other people. Contempt is fueled by long-simmering negative thoughts about the other. You’re more likely to have such thoughts if your differences are not resolved. As disagreeing persists, complaints turn into global criticisms, which produces more and more disgusted feelings and thoughts, and finally you are fed up with your spouse, a change that will affect what you say when you argue.

Horseman 3: Defensiveness. When conversations become so negative, critical, and attacking, it should come as no surprise that you will defend yourself. Although this is understandable, research shows that this approach rarely has the desired effect. The attacking spouse does not back down or apologize. This is because defensiveness is really a way of blaming your partner. You’re saying, in effect, “The problem isn’t me, it’s you.” Defensiveness denies personal responsibility, as if a persons choices all originate from the other. “I only did that because you…” Defensiveness never defuses a conflict. Defensiveness escalates, which is why it’s so deadly.
Criticism, Contempt, and Defensiveness don’t always gallop in strict order. They function more like a relay match — handing the baton off to each other over and over again. The more defensive one becomes, the more the other attacks in response. Nothing gets resolved, thanks to the prevalence of criticism, contempt, and defensiveness. Much of these exchanges are communicated subtly (and not so subtly) through body language and sounds.

Horseman 4: Stonewalling. In relationships where criticism and contempt lead to defensiveness, which leads to more contempt and more defensiveness, eventually one partner tunes out. So enters the fourth horseman. Think of the husband who comes home from work, gets met with a barrage of criticism from his wife, and hides behind the newspaper. The less responsive he is, the more she yells. Eventually he gets up and leaves the room. Rather than confronting his wife, he disengages. By turning away from her, he is avoiding a fight, but he is also avoiding his marriage. He has become a stonewaller. During a typical conversation between two people, the listener gives all kinds of cues to the speaker that he’s paying attention. He may use eye contact, nod his head, say something like “Yeah” or “Uh-huh.” A stonewaller doesn’t give you this sort of casual feedback. He tends to look away or down without uttering a sound. He sits like an impassive stone wall. The stonewaller acts as though he couldn’t care less about what you’re saying, if he or she hears it. Stonewalling usually arrives later in the course of relationships than the other three horsemen. It takes time for the negativity created by the first three horsemen to become overwhelming enough that stonewalling becomes an understandable “out.”

Gottman’s work is very helpful. He also shows how starting with criticism of a person’s nature  , who he or she is instead of focusing on a person’s action, what Jesus called “Judging,” can lead to contempt, defensiveness, stonewalling and then to divorce, or in the case of a nation, Congress.

I hope this list helps provide a learning opportunity from this political election cycle and can liberate us all from the destructive relationship cycles we find ourselves. For more about Gottman’s “Four Horsemen” go to: https://www.gottman.com/blog/the-four-horsemen-recognizing-criticism-contempt-defensiveness-and-stonewalling/

Get Ready, Get Set, DEBATE! (Augh…)

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As we get set for the first presidential debate and the election that will follow, Luke 15 gives me hope. Along with the parables of the lost sheep and lost coin, we find the story we call, “The Parable of the Prodigal Son.” We label the son who went away and squandered the family money as reckless, irresponsible, and of course, just plain bad. While the other son, the older who stayed home and worked the farm, as loyal, trustworthy, and of course, the good one. How we read the parable tells us something about ourselves, we tend to label people in polar opposite ones. One is good, and one is bad. To have ‘good’ you need ‘bad’. In the case of tonight’s debate, the tendency seems toward, ‘bad’ and ‘less bad’. In the parable, Jesus says, “There was a father with two sons.” In this parable, both sons are people you’d likely avoid unless thrust together at a family reunion. While the younger is quite prodigal (wasteful), the older is quite rude to his father and casts as much disrespect to his father as his younger brother, even though he didn’t have to travel as far away to do it. The good news is, it is The Parable of the Loving Father, also known as, God. Regardless of the outcome of the election, how harshly we judge one another, or what terrible things we do to one another, the consistent one in this story, our stories, and the world is God, the loving parent that keeps reaching out to us hoping we’ll come home, and of course, love one another as God loves us. The good news of the gospel and the hope for the world, in election years and every year.

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See in New Ways

In John 3, Nicodemus comes to Jesus at night because Jesus, as a teacher or Rabbi, doesn’t fit any of Nicodemus’ categories and labels for just how a teacher should act, while at the same time, he was doing far more works of God than those with tenure in the religious world.

Jesus bothers Nicodemus even more when he tells him to be “Born again.”

Nicodemus imagines what a shock that would be to his mother.

Throughout the gospels, Jesus challenges stuck people to think in new ways.

dotsCreativity guru, Michael Michalko, takes a normal creative challenge and then adds twist after twist. What used to be one creative solution to a problem, Michalko adds solution after solution. To begin to grasp Jesus’ teachings in the moments of our lives, we must be open to new ways of seeing. Perhaps Michalko’s exercise will help.

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September 11th, December 25th, and April 14th

Christmas will be on a Sunday this year. We will gather in a smaller than usual Sunday worship service and celebrate that the greatest Christmas gift was in a manger and not under a tree. All will seem right with the world.

Yesterday, we gathered in worship and the past entered our present on the fifteenth anniversary of the September 11th terrorist attacks. Having just moved from Orlando, where we worshipped a mile and a half from The Pulse night club where 50 of God’s children were shot and killed, I was suffering from some pastoral ptsd yesterday as I stood in front of our congregation, thinking of New York, Orlando, and Babylon as I shared how Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego didn’t bow to Nebuchadnezzar’s terrorizing fiery furnace or whatever fear they held within their own hearts. They stood. Across the country, yesterday, people stood. Across the world, people continue to stand and not bow to terrorists. Some from those outside their countries, some from within, some from outside their houses, some even in their own homes facing abuse by those who are supposed to love them most.

During Christmas, we’ll read from Luke’s version of Christmas with shepherds and angels. We’ll ignore Matthew’s story with the Nebuchadnezzar type of ruler in Herod and his terrorizing soldiers that tried to kill Jesus by slaughtering babes in Bethlehem two years old and younger. At Christmas, we’ll dream of a fairy filled world of babes, angels, and flying reindeer until some other holy day reminds us that the world we live in is not the world God dreams about, which is why Jesus came, which is why those who claim his name, or at least his title, are sent outward into the world that can be often dark and full of terrors.

The language of faith is not a promise of impenetrable safety but a daring leap into an unknown but certain risk. I often think of Moses who stared down Pharaoh not one time but ten telling him of God’s relentless dream of his children’s freedom. Moses didn’t back down. He went repeatedly into his encounters with Pharaoh that could well have resulted in his own demise. I think of the three who stood in the fields of Babylon while not only king but neighbors demanded they cower before the power. Their future’s were uncertain. God being the I AM was not one for testing or serving as someone’s body guard. “We don’t know whether our God can or will save us,” Shadrach, Meshach, or Abednego confessed to the accusing Nebuchadnezzar. “Regardless,” they continued, “we won’t bow.” They didn’t. Nebuchadnezzar carried out his promise and then, to the surprise of all, God showed up in the fire. While the three survived, I’m sure they were impacted, cringing any time a match was struck, standing back a bit farther from the smallest camp fires. No matter the result, those nightmares stay with us. That’s what we do, carry our past terrors into our futures no matter how hard we try not to think about them.

We all want to be safe, but the world won’t let us be. Sometimes a lone gunman or mad king, sometimes it’s simply gravity and the frail formed bodies that carry around our souls. Safety would be great but anyone that promises it to you is selling you something and likely not lived much or read much of the Bible. It is our big temptation. Martin Luther said that security can be our greatest idol. Acts of horror challenge our fantasies about safety. We try and proclaim faith as our get out of pain free card, but the storytellers, the prophets, and the poets tell us that all our great virtues, from love to hope, come with a required risk and sometimes a world of hurt.

During the Christmas season of 1940, one of the greatest terrorists in recorded history was urging the most powerful military across Europe and into Asia fostering genocide along the way. In that time of great anxiety, poet W.H. Auden encouraged faith, not an immature faith fostered by Macy’s, but a mature faith that fostered living into God’s dreams for the world by facing all the nightmares the world could generate. Auden observes that the courage to live out the virtues can take us beyond our fears, beyond the tragedies of yesteryear or fears for what might be into something greater, something of God’s design. All we have to do is leap.

Leap Before You Look by W.H. Auden

The sense of danger must not disappear:
The way is certainly both short and steep,
However gradual it looks from here;
Look if you like, but you will have to leap.

Tough-minded men get mushy in their sleep
And break the by-laws any fool can keep;
It is not the convention but the fear
That has a tendency to disappear.

The worried efforts of the busy heap,
The dirt, the imprecision, and the beer
Produce a few smart wisecracks every year;
Laugh if you can, but you will have to leap.

The clothes that are considered right to wear
Will not be either sensible or cheap,
So long as we consent to live like sheep
And never mention those who disappear.

Much can be said for social savoir-faire,
But to rejoice when no one else is there
Is even harder than it is to weep;
No one is watching, but you have to leap.

A solitude ten thousand fathoms deep
Sustains the bed on which we lie, my dear:
Although I love you, you will have to leap;
Our dream of safety has to disappear.

Last night at our youth group, Garrett Campbell, our youth leader, asked whether the world full of more evil or good. The general consensus was that the answer was undetermined and left up to how we decided to respond, and ultimately, how God responds. After all, following Christmas, Jesus heads to that terrible day when Rome showed the world what it did to any perceived threats by nailing Jesus to a cross. What should be called, “Horrible Friday,” we call “Good Friday,” April 14th in the new year to come. “Good Friday.” Apparently God, and God’s people, can take the greatest acts of terror and bring good from them. That’s quite a leap of faith, but worth the risk.

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Thumbs Up for Bob Britt

Bob Britt's ThumbAs my friend, Bob Britt, has his final radiation treatment in this long fight against cancer, I want to celebrate my friend today. I shared some of this in my church newsletter this month and at our fundraiser last Spring as we started this journey, but I think it’s a message to put in print and to share with others. You don’t have to be a guitar player to understand this way of life, faith, and love that I see in this man.

I was reminded about how I experience Bob as he posted this cover photo on Facebook.

At first look, it may not seem so impressive, but if you know the man, you get the picture.

To understand the man, this message, and your own way in the world, consider your own thumb and fingers and how your hand works.

Fingers can touch many things, even grasp quite well. What the fingers of your hand lack the ability to do is to touch one another. The tip of your index finger cannot touch the tip of your pinky directly, at least not the ones on your same hand. Thumbs, however, are unique among the digits of your hand in that the thumb is capable of touching each finger directly.

In this life, you will encounter people who are like fingers, they can be touched, they can grasp and grab, but are unable and unskilled at touching others directly. They are close to others but unable to make direct contact no matter how they reach and stretch. In life, you also encounter people who are like thumbs, they touch others with ease. They can grasp and grab like others, though it doesn’t come as natural to them. What does come natural is intimate contact and support. They are designed for and have developed skill in touching others and enabling each to reach his or her designed purpose and potential.

Thumbs also play a crucial role for guitar players. For most of us who pluck at a guitar, our thumbs never press a string. Thumbs do not press strings directly, so at first, the essential role a thumb plays may go unnoticed. If you pay attention, even look closely at the picture of Bob’s thumb and guitar, you see how, without the supportive effort of the thumb, the fingers would never have the strength alone to press the strings and make music possible.

My friend Bob is a thumb. As a guitar player, he is able to step into any group of musicians and see what not only the band needs as a group and as individual artists, he can even see what the song needs and offer it. He makes music as well as life better for others. Bob has touched lives directly and personally made so many people, musicians, artists, and just regular Joes and Janes like Carrie and me experience life in a way much fuller than we would have without him. That’s what thumbs do.

So, Bob’s thumb is a great image for him as well as an example for us. Be a thumb. Touch another life. Make music possible.

JOY!

David

p.s.. Here is a video of Bob playing with many different people that gives some great images to what thumbs do. Notice how many folks Bob makes better. That’s what skilled musicians do. It’s also what friends do for one another.

 

Go Lift Somebody Up

I just got off the phone with my good friend, Jeffrey Perkins. We were celebrating that our friend, Bob Britt, is about to finish his last radiation treatment in this long journey of kicking cancer. Here are the two of us at the fundraiser for the Britts at 3rd and Lindsley. That picture was the day after my interview when I interviewed with Macland. I shaved my head because, simply put, I didn’t know what else to do for my friend.

The contrast in hair style’s is significant. I was going for Yul Brenner and Jeffrey is a constant Johnny Bravo. The Jones family thinks so much of Jeffrey and Angie, Nate  went as Jeffrey for Halloween a few years ago. (I tried to dress up like Angie but couldn’t pull it off.)

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Sunday’s sermon this week in on John 6, the famous feeding of the 5,000. In John’s version, it is the little boy who gives up his lunch. In the other gospels, the donor is anonymous. I like John’s version because the kid leaves me with a personal question, “How have I helped out somebody today?”
A great song to go with this text for those preparing for worship with me on Sunday or for those who just need a good spiritual uplift is Paul Thorn’s, “What Have You Done to Lift Somebody Up?” That’s Jeffrey on the drums. He’s a little like Jesus in this video. You can’t see him, but just believe me when I tell you that he’s there.

Go lift somebody up…

 

 

Your Potential in a Trashcan

Matthew 18: At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” 2 He called a child, whom he put among them, 3 and said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 5 Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.

When I forget the distinct personality, the particular possibility and potential each person has, my children remind me, like when my son, Nathan, showed me the possibilities of a trashcan when seen through his eyes.
If I were with you right now, I’d show you a plastic trashcan. Since I’m not with you, find a trashcan or imagine one. It has a function. It was built for that function in a factory. Some factory produces thousands of identical trash cans intelligently designed for one purpose. I usually saw the one in my office as a trashcan and only a trashcan, until Nathan taught me otherwise. For Nathan, the trashcan wasn’t a receptacle and only a receptacle, a container for the unwanted refuse, for with his imagination, there were a thousand possibilities.  It became a stool, a storage container, a hurdle, a hat, a drum, and of course, a paper wad basketball goal. The factory in it’s void of intelligence saw it for one productive purpose and no more. Because Nathan is alive, he can envision, name, and make more than trash cans, he can make possibilities. He is possibility and possibility in a unique and distinctive way that is his and his alone.
To be a product is to be uniform, to be alive is to be unique. Look at any child, they are not a factory model. No child was made like a watch, car, or airplane. Life produces life.
And people who don’t think they are machines, celebrate the differences instead of trying to fix others.
Learning that we are distinct persons is the requirement for living in relationship. You can’t celebrate another person until you celebrate your own personhood. Personhood is required for relationship, as Rabbi Heshcel counseled,

You can only sense a person if you are a person. Being a person depends upon being alive to the wonder and mystery that surround us, upon the realization that there is no ordinary person.

When you question your human potential, be encouraged by every trashcan you see. Each can be a waste receptacle, a storage container, a hurdle, a hat, a drum, and of course, a paper wad basketball goal. If each trashcan has so much potential, how much more is there in store for you, Beloved Child of God?

Growing Old with You – a Love Song for Bob by Etta

My friends Bob and Etta Britt have faced cancer this year but not let it come between them. For Bob’s birthday,
Etta wrote a song. “Grow Old with You.” The note and link is below. Etta wrote…
Happy Birthday to my sweet sweet husband!!
Late last night, we snuggled in with a glass of whiskey and watched an episode of “Justified”. When it was over I looked at the clock and it was 12:30am..Bob’s birthday! I asked him if I could give him his birthday gift at that moment. I thought it would be nicer to give it to him last night when it was dark and quiet and private instead of today with cars going by, sirens and dogs barking.. Of course he said yes.
I had him set up his bluetooth speaker and open his computer. I handed him a little box with a thumb drive in it along with a lyric sheet.. His gift was a song I wrote, just for him.
I’d like to share it with you but first tell you how it came to be, if that’s ok:
When Bob was diagnosed with his cancer, I was very open with you about how scared I was. My fear was of losing him. Not having him here with me in a year or two. The thought of us not growing old together broke my heart..
After settling in with the news and with great guidance from dear friends to hold on to my faith, I decided I wanted to write him a song and give it to him for his birthday. I called on my dear friends, Danny Flowers and Kevin McKendree to help me write it. I told them I knew what I wanted to say but not sure how to say.
What I was certain of was they were the only people I wanted to write this song with. We set a date for May 13th.. At first, I thought I wanted it to be a ballad but when we got together, I realized that over the past couple of months, I have only wanted uplifting music and people to be around me so I told them to let’s make it fun and not sappy. Danny started playing a cool riff and Kevin quickly joined him and I started singing. A couple hours later we had “Grow Old With You”.. I originally had written “I WANNA grow old with you” but Kevin suggested I say “I’m GONNA grow old with you”. It was the perfect change from hope to certainty.
I asked Kevin if it was possible to record it and have it by today. He had it booked within thirty minutes. He called on Derrek C Phillips and Anton Nesbitt to come play with him and Danny. We went to Kevin’s studio Sunday and this is our creation..Thank you sweet men for your love and talent on this song..
A song about our future years from now. A song of the certainty of growing old together. A song about a song..our song. Just click the title below to take a listen. I hope you like it and I invite you to share it with the one you love.
(Click  link below to hear the song…)


Grow Old with You by Etta Britt and Friends

Live Your Moments: Be a Child of Your Heavenly Father

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Back in my hometown of Anderson, SC, Carrie and I were in that auto line of cars following a funeral. I was trying to figure out my position in line behind the hearse. A man I had met earlier came up to the car. I rolled down the window. “Are you Ben’s boy?”
“Ben.” I had not heard that name in so long from anyone outside my family.
As the manager of a textile mill, in my childhood neighborhood, my father had been the king, the patriarch, but I long ago moved from there and from then. I switched towns and states. No one knew me as “Ben’s boy,” or “Ben’s son.” To hear that name washed over me and I was twelve years old again.
“Yes, sir,” I said with pride.
My father died when I was 18, three decades ago. I have moved far from anyone who knows him, but this man did. This man in a way knew me that others don’t, not even Carrie. He knew me as “Ben’s son”. With pride I said, “Yes, sir.”
As a youth, my father and I fought. He had an image from me as a future man far different from the one I was trying to become. In my mind, it was an either or proposition.
As I’ve gotten older, I see my relationship with my father as a both and, I am “Ben’s Boy,” yet at the same time, “My Own Man.” I have become far different than either of us envisioned, but now I can claim them both.
A Father’s love enables and empowers us to become both claimed by our Dad’s, and at the same time, grow unto something more than the images our father has for us or we have for ourselves, we can become the Imago Dei, the image of God, Our Father who art in heaven, and on earth, and in us, hopefully more and more each day.
“Are you Ben’s boy?”
Yes, I am.
“Are you God’s child?”
Yes, I am.
Prayer: Gracious God, on this Father’s day and every day here after, may I give my own son an example to follow and the freedom to find his own path. If it’s not to much to ask, could you arrange for my own father and I to have ‘a catch’ in a mystical corn field/baseball diamond in Iowa? Until then, tell my father I said, “Hello,” and that I’m still proud to be Ben’s boy.”

 

Orlando, Sunday’s Coming

A week ago, Carrie, Nathan, and I met with a doctor to hear the good news of Nate’s recent MRI as he told us what wasn’t there. That night, I hugged him tight, and he assured me, “I’m going to live a long time.” For that moment, death seemed distant.

Since then, I’ve seen pictures and heard stories of lives ended too soon not from ill health but horrific violence. I’ve heard theories of more than one gunman, theories of conspiracy from ISIS to “The Company.” Because I don’t have their intellect, I’ve had little response. I have no theories. I cannot make sense out of the past week’s events. The images of mass homicide at a nightclub along with the death of a two year old from an alligator attack at the happiest place on earth has scarred my psyche perhaps to that broken place beyond repair for this week’s events are beyond sense, beyond any rationales, traumatic by definition for a trauma is any disturbing experience which the brain cannot comprehend by relating to previously held concepts or experiences.

Though traumatic, let us stay here for a moment. Let’s forget the explanations of the philosophers and the rhetoric of the politicians lobbying for us to let them aim our anger at the evil among us. Let’s give witness to the pain of our neighbors, some we know, some we don’t. Let’s find language for their pain by looking beyond politics and philosophy to the poetry. Philosophers nor politicians can express the pain of the survivors from the Pulse shootings or the family who will return to Nebraska without their son. Only the poets can. Poets like Jane Kenyon,

The Sandy Hole

The infant’s coffin no bigger than a flightbag…
The young father steps backward from the sandy hole,
eyes wide and dry, his hand over his mouth.
No one dares to come near him, even to touch his sleeve.

…poets like Reed Whittemore

Psalm

The Lord feeds some of His prisoners better than others.
It could be said of Him that He is not a just god but an indifferent god.
That He is not to be trusted to reward the righteous 
and punish the unscrupulous.
That He maketh the poor poorer but is otherwise undependable.

It could be said of Him that it is His school 

for the germane that produced
the Congressional Record.
That it is His vision of justice that gave us cost accounting.

It could be said of Him that though we walk with Him all

the days of our lives we will never fathom Him
Because He is empty.

These are the dark images of our Lord

That make it seem needful for us to pray not unto Him
But ourselves.
But when we do that we find that indeed we are truly lost
And we rush back into the safer fold, impressed by His care for us.

And poets like the Psalmist,

Psalm 13

1 How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
2 How long must I bear pain[a] in my soul,
and have sorrow in my heart all day long?
How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?
3 Consider and answer me, O Lord my God!
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death,
4 and my enemy will say, “I have prevailed”;
my foes will rejoice because I am shaken.
5 But I trusted in your steadfast love;
my heart shall rejoice in your salvation.
6 I will sing to the Lord,
because he has dealt bountifully with me.

All the above exhibit a darkness that we too easily dismiss but after weeks like this past one, cannot reasonably deny. If we let the poets like the Psalmist guide us, there is a way in the overwhelming wood, there is a light in the dark.

That Psalmist, even when feeling forgotten by God, looks toward the future with hope when he or she would sing again to God who has and will deal bountifully in a way more plentiful than even the Psalmist can imagine in the pain of the present moment. Yet, he or she trusts God even when God seems silent and absent.

This week, this 13th Psalmist’s story is our story. The Psalmist’s path is our path. And, honestly, it is the only path. Who should know that better than we? Our worship is on Sunday, and every Sunday is Easter Sunday. Every Easter Sunday has one prerequisite, Friday comes before it. As Easter people, we only find life beyond death, paradise beyond our pain, the kingdom of God beyond whatever this is for the path to Easter is through Friday, which only in reflection, only looking backward, can we call it, “Good.” The hope of God’s resurrecting power is the only hope that enables us to face the horror of any cross trusting that no matter how terrible, the power of Friday is always limited, because Sunday is coming.

See you on Sunday.

For a lift to your soul, listen to this excerpt from a sermon by Tony Campolo that asserts this central facet to our faith, “It’s Friday, but Sunday’s Coming.”

Live Your Moments: Feed Your Better Emotions

Often we become our emotions, so full of whatever we are feeling; there is little or no room for anything other than the emotion. We indicate we have become our emotion when we use ‘to be’ verbs. For example, “I am so angry,” or “I am afraid,” imply you are your emotions not that there is a larger “you” experiencing them. “I feel angry,” allows a recognition of the emotion, and your ability to feel it fully while listening to what your anger, fear, or other emotion is telling you. By becoming aware of your emotions, you can also choose how you will respond as well as learn about your situation from seeing where your emotions are directing you to look. Here is a helpful story attributed to The Cherokee Nation,

A boy looked at his grandfather whose face was tight and tense. Seeing his grandfather was troubled, the boy asked, “What’s the matter, Grandfather?”
He replied, “There is a great war inside me.”
“A war?” the boy asked.
“Yes, between two large wolves. One is dark, stormy, and angry, expecting evil and trying to force me to strike out at others. The other wolf is bright, full of warmth, and light. He expects wonder and joy. He encourages me to give love to others.”
Now, greatly concerned, the boy asked, “Grandfather, which wolf will win?”
The man’s face brightened as he looked at his grandson and said, “Whichever one I feed.”

Before the grandfather can decide which wolf to feed, he must see the wolves. To be aware of our emotions allows us to be instructed by them without becoming them and then nurture the ones that are more life enriching. To help you call them by name, create a list of emotions so you will know them when you feel them.

A Better Dream for Memorial Day

When we pray “Thy Kingdom come…” or speak of “One Nation under God,” what do we imagine? Proverbs 29 warns, “Where there is no vision, the people perish.” (KJV) What are your visions for the world?

George McKorkle provides a dream grand enough for Memorial Day and for people of God everywhere. Etta Britt shared this song with me and our congregation on September 11, 2001. I still haven’t lost the dream.

 

Live Your Moments: Let YOUR Light Shine

Notice the U in the Sermon on the Mount, well, not the U, but the You…

Matthew 5: 13 “You are the salt of the earth; but if salt has lost its taste, how can its saltiness be restored? It is no longer good for anything, but is thrown out and trampled under foot. 14 “You are the light of the world. A city built on a hill cannot be hid. 15 No one after lighting a lamp puts it under the bushel basket, but on the lampstand, and it gives light to all in the house. 16 In the same way, let your light shine before others, so that they may see your good works and give glory to your Father in heaven.

I am amazed at how different images from a scripture I’m living with during the week come to the surface when I’m thinking through my lenses of a Biblical passage. So often we make Jesus a person who is one in a billion, a person like no other, and, I believe, we miss where Jesus’ identity and life point us.

I believe that Jesus in one in a billion person and the purpose of being unique was to aid his followers in doing the same. John 1 tells us that Jesus is the light of the world and the darkness could not put his light out. So, too, then, if Jesus is the light of the world, then we also are to light the world. When the light of the world tells you that you are the light of the world, then it is your job to be the light, the salt, the city that sets on a hill in a way that only you can be.
Marianne Williamson’s words came back to me,

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people will not feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone and as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give others permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

So, let your light shine! Be the light of the world Jesus is calling you to be. Along with this quote by Marianne Williamson, I found this song by Keb Mo. Again, let your light shine!

 

Einstein on Life – Have a Brain not Just a Spinal Cord

Not just a scientist or an observer of the measurable properties of life, Albert Einstein reflected on human choice, relationships, and government. Here are a few of my favorite thoughts from one of the world’s greatest thinkers published in Living Philosophies in 1931…

Strange is our situation here upon earth. Each of us comes for a short visit, not knowing why, yet sometimes seeming to divine a purpose.

From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: that man is here for the sake of other men —above all for those upon whose smile and well-being our own happiness depends, and also for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day I realize how much my own outer and inner life is built upon the labors of my fellowmen, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received. My peace of mind is often troubled by the depressing sense that I have borrowed too heavily from the work of other men. Continue reading “Einstein on Life – Have a Brain not Just a Spinal Cord”

Live Your Moments: Be the Wise Fool to Facilitate Community

 

Many communities define unity through similar social circles, common belief, uniformity in attire and background. To break up such strict homogeneity, (like homogenization in milk) there often needs to be a wise fool to come in and break up the uniformity of the group, accept the jeers and sneers of those who deem themselves superior, until the opportunity for grace can happen and authentic community can begin. Here is a colorful example of how one bird can change the powerline, and one soul might bring hope to the world.

In Galatians 3, Paul speaks of the crucial component of a Christian community – unity in diversity. Paul wrote, 3:27 As many of you as were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. 28 There is no longer Jew or Greek, there is no longer slave or free, there is no longer male and female; for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.

 

 

Live Your Moments Practice Imagine Yourself in Different Ways

Matthew 18: At that time the disciples came to Jesus and asked, “Who is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven?” 2 He called a child, whom he put among them, 3 and said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven. 4 Whoever becomes humble like this child is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. 5 Whoever welcomes one such child in my name welcomes me.

When I forget the distinct personality, the particular possibility and potential each person has, my children remind me, like when my son, Nathan, showed me the possibilities of a trashcan when seen through his eyes.  Continue reading “Live Your Moments Practice Imagine Yourself in Different Ways”

Share A Little Love and Understanding


A little love
and understanding
can help to lift the burden
when life gets demanding.
Roger Blevins

Jesus was standing before 5,000 hungry people. He wanted to give them something to eat. He asked the crowd, “Who has something to share?” One little boy of the thousands stepped up and offered his lunch. Jesus and the boy both trusted God would use what they had to offer and do something miraculous. It was. The gift was more than enough.bb and dj
In the Temple, people were putting in huge gifts when a poor widow stepped up and offered her last two cents. Jesus and the woman both trusted God would use what they had to offer and do something miraculous. It was. The gift was more than enough.
When Bob Britt was diagnosed with cancer, many of us who Bob has befriended throughout his personal and professional life have stepped up to do what we can hoping it will be more than enough and trusting God that it will. One of the more creative gifts has come from Roger Blevins and Mingo Fishtrap They wrote a song, shot the video, and put the music out to advertise tonight’s event and raise money for our friend. A Little Love and Understanding is a noble effort and a great motto to live by as well as music to bring joy to your heart anytime, even the challenging ones when you share what you have to offer and trust that it is enough.

When your brother needs a helping hand
Best to rolling up your sleeve and reaching on out
When the tables turn he’d be there for you
Help to see you through and there can be no doubt

A little love and understanding
can help to lift the burden when life gets demanding
A little love can help to light the way
Through the darkest night to the brightest day

To purchase the song for yourself or to share with a friend or to read the lyrics, go to: A Little Love and Understanding

Fundraiser for Bob Britt

 

Recently, Bob was diagnosed with Diffuse Large B-Cell Lymphoma. This particular cancer is aggressive and as such, is treated aggressively. Fortunately, this particular lymphoma tends to respond well to the treatment protocol that he is undergoing and he, his family, and his doctor are optimistic for a positive outcome. His treatment plan includes six rounds of chemotherapy, four lumbar punctures, and three to four weeks of daily radiation. This will be a long process, over about 6 or 7 months.

We set our monetary goal at $30,000 to help Bob and his wife Etta pay for their daily living expenses including utility bills, gas, groceries, and other general expenses as well as their medical bills. Bob is hoping to be able to continue to work, but we know that chemotherapy can be quite tough on a person’s body (as well as mind and soul). There will soon come a time that he won’t be able to work over the next 7 months, and if so, Etta will be staying home to be with him throughout his healing process. So, with both of them taking time off of work and driving to and from Vanderbilt Hospital so often, bills will become burdensome. In fact, they will have to drive from Dickson to Vanderbilt and back daily for Bob’s radiation treatments (think about the amount of gas that will take).

We’d like to raise money to be available immediately for Bob and Etta, so we’re asking for any amount you can spare, however large or small. And, of course, prayers are ALWAYS welcome!

TO HELP OUT, Go to: https://www.gofundme.com/uaxnmps4

Live Your Moments: Be a Contributor

In Nashville, there is a lot of star-gazing. “Let me tell you who I saw at the grocery store…” If you come to Nashville, the one person I suggest you look for is Tasha French-Lemley. I met her at a men’s study group. She came in and sat down in a chair, kicked off her shoes, crossed her legs beneath her, and told us her story. Here is what I remember.

Tasha moved to Nashville after graduating from college with her degree in graphic design. Since she had no experience in the field, no one would hire her. She took the only job she could find working at Kinkos, making copies, and crying daily that her life had fallen so far below her expectations. Continue reading “Live Your Moments: Be a Contributor”