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Back in the Day

He was seven, maybe eight and he was eagerly listening. Trying to understand a book my wife was reading to the class, he raised his hand and said “back in the day things were different.” Mary nearly lost it in laughter. Back in the day for him was preschool, kindergarten, or first grade, but in the moment, it was the best way he could articulate how much easier life was back in the day.

We all have back in the day syndrome. We romanticize the past, often forgetting the problems, difficulties and stress. Reflectively we reminisce on how good the past was. As a pastor I don’t how many times I had to deal with back in the day ideology. Back in the day we didn’t have loud music. Back in the day we did stand all the time. The back in the day list was longer than Mary’s to-do list for me. I hear it from my parents and even my kids who are in their late 20’s. To be honest, as hard as I try not to be one of “those people,” I catch myself talking about back in the day.

It’s human nature to look back, to reminisce and romanticize yesterday. There is a healing balm in the past. Pain, hurt, and disappointment often fade and we are left with a warm cup of how good things were. It’s really a false narrative, but often the past is salve to the soul.

Truthfully, few of us would trade the past for the present. Do we really want to go back to some of the trials we walked through? Do we really want to go back to a time when there was no air-conditioning? As much as we despise cells phones, internet and social media, are we ready to dispose it? GPS and cameras are everywhere, eliminating privacy, but I would gander to say very few would give up the convenience of hitting a few buttons and finding a Starbucks or Chick-fil-a. When is the last time you pulled out a paper map?

The back in the days is valuable though. Though the seven-year-old had gleaned a limited bank of experiences, he had experienced enough of life to appreciate the past. As we age, we experience more life and gain more wisdom. Sometimes it is a surprise two-by-four to the back of our head. We are surprised by a job firing, a friend’s betrayal, or a sudden medical report. Other times it’s good; a kind act, an unexpected promotion or miraculous moment.

I’ve learned we all have a back in the day love affair that shapes how we view life. What we experienced creates wisdom. It changes how we frame life, how we tell our story. It’s important to understand how someone’s experiences shape how they tell their story. Cancer shapes a story. Divorce shapes a story. Unexpected promotions and financial blessings shape a story. Having children shape our story. The lists of impacting shaping events are limitless.

Spiritual Application:

When we look at the Bible, especially the New Testament, it’s important to realize most of it was written reflectively. Authors told their story through the lens of past experiences, may I call it, “back in the day writing.” It’s critical that we read it that way. Unfortunately, many pastors and people read it as though it as a diary, a play by play as events happened. This model of reading and teaching skews everything.

While exact dates may be questionable, there is scholarly consensus that the earliest New Testament book, 1 Thessalonians, was written around 50 AD. The first gospel written, Mark, will be written some 15 to 20 years later, around 65 AD. This is critical. By the time Paul writes the first book of the New Testament, the events of Jesus’ life; His life, death, resurrection and ascension into heaven had aged by 20 years. By the time Mark is written the events of Jesus’ life are at least 35 years old. They were writing from a reflective and experiential view.

Going beyond Jesus’ life, Pentecost has happened and is continuing happen as Paul, in the middle of his second journey, writes 1 Thessalonians in 50AD. Writing to new churches, as he notes at the beginning of each letter, he’s writing to people who have and are experiencing Pentecost yet struggling to totally understand their new found experience. Paul writes each of his letters with the reflective experiences of his past, his Damacus Road conversion and many other overwhelming experiences.

When we read the Gospels it’s important that we view it through the back in the day lens. The authors have spent three years with Jesus, faced His death, burial and resurrection, and experienced the Spirit in the Upper Room. They’re writing their narratives, their books through the lens of experiencing and re-experiencing the infilling of the Spirit. They wrote while seeing people experience the Spirit for forty years. These men wrote their books between 65AD (Mark) and 90AD (John), making events they were reflecting on and writing about, some 35- 60 years old. They told their stories about Jesus through the lens of the experience of the Spirit. They wrote of miracles through the understanding of the Spirit. They told parables and stories with a Spirit filled bias.

Some say the Upper Room was a one-time back in the day experience. I would submit that all of Paul’s writings involved a back in the day perspective. He wrote through experiencing the Spirits infilling and having its power operate in him. Check out his question as he starts out on his third missionary journey, not first, in 54AD. He questions John’s disciples, (Acts 19;1-6) asking, have you received the Spirit since you believed? He laid hands on them and they began to speak in a language unknown. His back in the day experience was impacting people 25 years after he first experienced it.

How has life events skewed, impacted your perspective? If you’re over 60, how did the moon landing impact you? Over 40, how did 9/11 change your view on life? In your 20’s, what did COVID do to your life lens? We cannot help but be changed by back in the day events, they alter our life and how we translate it to others. If these events impact how we live and see life, how we tell our story, isn’t it important that we grasp how the disciples and Paul experiences impacted their stories?

My challenge. To pastors, ministers, to those who love the Bible, to those who want to grow and experience more of God and His Spirit. Turn off the religious heritage. Unplug from your denominational dogma. Go read the Bible with a back in the day view. Over the past four years I have. It has been life altering. You will see the writings through experiential and historical perspective. You will read the Bible knowing nearly every author experienced Pentecost, spoke in languages unknown and saw the power of God work mightily through their lives. You will get back in the day clarity.

Willing? It’s risky. It could be the catalyst that starts one of the greatest transformations of your faith and will start you on a life altering journey in your walk with Jesus.

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Different Logo. Same Hamburger

 

Growing up in Noblesville, a small town in central Indiana, was kind of like growing up in Mayberry, a fictional town on the Andy Griffin show. (Side Note: If you are under 40 you probably need to GPT Andy Griffin). Back in the day in Noblesville jaywalking was the major crime, we went to the town square to watch people, knew to come home when we were hungry, and visits to the park pool were a part of summers tradition.

Somewhere along the line Noblesville grew up. The town square gained law offices but lost its local stores that gave it charm. Crime is still low. We don’t have time to watch people, but a good thing that happened is the park pool got a major update.

While I miss a lot of the things about the days gone by, the upgrade to the park pool is a good thing. Gone is the single pool with a deep diving well with three varying heights of spring boards. Now there are several pools and a diving well. There is a splash pool for beginners, young kids and people who might want to soak. A lap pool for those who want to do some laps or just long for some fun in deeper water. There are still spring boards, but added are three varying flatforms for the serious divers. Regardless of your ability to swim, there is a place for you.

Over the past three years I’ve been privileged to watch my grandson three days a week. Part of that meant I got to get him in water. Of course he had splashed in the bathtub, but there is something exhilarating about being in water outside.

His first pool came when he was a little over a year old. A 24” X 24” pool that was about a foot deep. He spent that entire summer absolutely enamored by being in the pool. By the time he was two he had graduated to something a little larger, still basically a splash pool, but once again he loved every day that he got to spend in the pool. By year three I had bought him a three-foot round pool with a sprinkle ring and could be filled to about three feet. I was ready for another glorious summer.

Something changed though. One day our daughter took him to my parents’ house, there he was introduced to their in-ground pool. At Nonna’s pool there was an area for wading that was about four foot deep, a swimming section and a diving well complete with a diving board. Initially he was intimidated, fearful but with some floaties and encouragement (candy, hot wheels, paw patrol toy) he braved the new experience and within a few weeks he was swimming all over the pool and jumping off the diving board.

Something else happened too. After a few visits to Nonna’s house and then coming back to Papa Jon’s, he was no longer interested in the three-foot pool with a sprinkler ring. As cool as I thought my pool was, he had experienced more and he had no interest in splashing. I had to own up to what I was offering, my splash pool was no longer relevant. A few weeks later I packed up my cool pool and sold it in a garage sale.

Over the past few years, since retiring from full-time pastoring, Mary and I visited a lot of churches. What we’ve found or sensed is a lot like what happened to my grandson. While people are initially excited about a splash pad experience at church, eventually they want to experience more. They want to learn how to swim, do laps and dive into deep waters spiritually.

Unfortunately, unlike the town of Noblesville, many churches don’t get it. At some point Noblesville Parks realized we aren’t offering what people wanted, so they made some difficult changes. It meant tearing down the old and created something that fit the model that was needed. In my opinion, which will help you get a tall Starbucks if you have $5, too many churches are wading pools, but little else. Week after week, come and splash with us!

At some point people get tired of splashing and ask, isn’t there more? Where is the lap pool, the diving board, I want to go deeper. Church culture tends to operates in “herd mentality,” whatever is the latest and greatest, lets duplicate, modify it a little, add some smoke and lights, and call it cool. Unfortunately, this repetitive culture wears thin and people grow weary and bored.

Find freedom, simply believe, serve, and find a life group. (Soak. Wash. Rense. Repeat.) If I’ve heard it once in the last four years, I’ve heard it a hundred times. Different logo , same hamburger. It’s not that I’m against splash pools in church, they are important, but there has to be more. Too many people are dying, not by drowning, but by boredom.

Ezekiel speaks in the 47th chapter of his book of being led by a man into water. Initially it was a trickle, a splash pad, but then it became ankle deep, knee deep, waist deep and eventually water that was over his head. He was exhilarated by the experience. Again, my opinion, and maybe another coffee at your own expense, but this is what I sense churches and pastors should be doing. Leading people into deep water, to overwhelming experiences. Take them into the deep waters of the Spirit, with wisdom and balance let the Spirit have liberty. Let them experience miracles. Let them be overwhelmed by God’s presence. Teach them to pray for the sick and see them recover. Take them into the Word and empower them to live boldly and powerfully.

Let people get out of the splash pad and swim laps and dive deep.

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Asbury. Quit Messing with the Narrative

Setting three rows behind the student section in Hughes Hall at Asbury University, we are witnessing something uniquely amazing. God’s Spirit is being entertained by hundreds of young men and women under the age of 25 and thousands of people from around the world have come to join them. In front of me a young man has caught my attention. Ten years ago, I would have been appalled if my daughter would have introduced him to me as someone she might be interested in spending the rest of her life with. He didn’t fit my narrative, scraggly beard, and mustache. Long hair with a short ponytail sticking through a baseball cap he’s wearing backwards. He’s wearing jeans, tennis shoes, and a sweatshirt and he has a smile that could melt butter. Some would call his attire disrespectful, but no one could deny that this guy is absolutely crazy about Jesus. He’s a yo-yo, but not in a bad way. The entire time we’ve been a part of the service he’s been standing and singing with all his heart, hands raised, setting in his chair weeping and repenting, or on the floor on his knees praying, often sobbing in brokenness or humility. When there is a call to pray with someone, he’s the first to interact with the person next to him, when there is a call to pray with anyone with their hands raised, he’s climbing over chairs, praying with as much sincerity as I’ve ever seen. When the service turns back to worship, he’s all in, totally engrossed in the moment. Suddenly, I hear him as he begins to pray in the spirit, not in a crazed way, but humbly and with so much authenticity. More than once you could sense that he was what some Christians would call, “lost in the Spirit,” overwhelmed by God’s presence. This young man is smart, sensible, solid and spiritual and he is really messing with pretty Christianity. The Pharisees of our day would surely reject him, he doesn’t fit their narrative. He doesn’t fit in the pristine Christian box of how Jesus would look or act. He wouldn’t be allowed to minister on their platforms or be a part of many ministries. I can hear them now, “nice guy, but he just doesn’t fit our narrative. Clean up, look the way we’ve designed Christianity to look, and come back and see us when you are Holy like us.” Funny, what the religious elite rejected two-thousand years ago is still rejected today. This young man makes me wonder how many of today’s “Christians” would reject Jesus and twelve ordinary men. I get the feeling Jesus and the disciples would be too messy for their narrative. After a day being a part of something very special happening in a small college in a little town in Kentucky we turn to leave. Our friend is back on the floor, weeping, sobbing, praying in the Spirit, and crying out to Jesus. My bet is he doesn’t plan on leaving any time soon, he’s got several water bottles and a small bag with some food. I’ve seen some peanut butter and crackers and some fruit snacks, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there are five loaves and two fish in there. Today I’ve decided I don’t own Jesus my way, His sovereignty, and the way He moves, or who He calls and uses. If you’re brave enough, pray, “God mess with my narrative.” We are living in an hour when God is asking religious people, will it be your way or mine; your narrative or mine. The real question is how will we respond? Our world is starving for more than an hour and fifteen minute Jesus appetizer, more than a manipulated move, or a lifeless experience. Asbury is a cry from a world hungry for an authentic experience with God.

PLEASE READ: Asbury. Absorb It. Bring it Home. (Tap title to read)

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Asbury. Absorb it. Bring it Home.

Asbury. For decades it’s been known as a place of prayer, a place of revival, a place where God visits. Yesterday we took a drive to be a part, to experience a sacred move of God. As soon as we stepped on to the campus, we felt a different atmosphere. The line to get into the building was subdued, a reverence, a quiet hush, we were entering into something like we never had. As we entered Hughes Hall, we knew we had entered a different realm, something we had never experienced before. I didn’t want to see or be seen. Instantly, I wanted to set down in my seat and fade into the fabric of the authentic and genuine presence of God, and I did. I didn’t need to speak nor hear or be heard, I simply needed to listen. Listen to the voices, listen to worship, listen to the piano…listen to the Spirit of God. In this room there are no organizations, religions, doctrines or creeds, there is one focus, Jesus. In this room it doesn’t matter what ethnicity you are, the color of your skin, your social or educational background, what you are wearing, all that matters is Jesus. We are from different states and nations, but we are one in passion, a hunger, and it’s all about Jesus. The focus is not on miracles, signs, or wonders. There is no one pushing, prodding, or commanding you to worship or respond in a certain manner. While well known Christian leaders are showing up, they are not being recognized or acknowledged, they too fade into the fabric of what is happening. There is a pureness in the room, a clean desire for God’s presence. One phrase describes the rooms atmosphere, a hunger to be in God’s pure presence. The petitions of prayers aren’t about asking, simply praises of adoring, adulation, and about the wonder and splendor of the magnificent God we serve. If there is any request, it seems to be, “God forgive us of our sins.” There is no schedule here, in fact there seems to be no time. There was a beginning, but at the moment there seems to be no ending. The next song isn’t on a piece of paper and there has been no preparation, the moment is feeble and simply follows the flow of the Spirit, like a river flowing without boundaries. There is no pressure to stand or sit, no command to raise your hands or shout, just embrace the Spirit as it is speaking to you. In this place you feel humble, small, and insignificant, God is here, and He is being high and lifted up and His train is filling the temple. If one is not comfortable, not at home here, then you won’t be at home in heaven. No man, no person is the focus. There is no fleshy singing, no singer by action or by talent is saying, “look at me.” No keyboard, guitar, or bass player drawing attention to themselves, there is a unity of focus, the glory is going to Jesus and Him alone. Even as I write it feels so unsacred, but a scribe, an author, must write down what is happening today, so we don’t get lost in living in yesterday. This generation must know of these events and of a living God. Today, here at Asbury, as in heaven, so on earth, all glory belongs to Him who sits on the throne. This is what church across America should look like. This is what America needs. Please! As they are pleading at Asbury, bring the experience to your heart and home. Our world is starving for more than an hour and fifteen minute Jesus appetizer, more than a manipulated move, or a lifeless experience. Asbury is a cry from a world hungry for an authentic experience with God.

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Who Are You?

In Acts 19 there is a story that we as Christians should take note of. The dialogue opens with a few men acting as if they know Jesus and have His power, trying to cast out an evil spirit. Hindsight allows us to see the sham that is taking place. Speaking to the evil spirit that possesses the man, the powerless man says, “I solemnly implore and charge you by the Jesus whom Paul preaches.” The phrasing of the man reeks of something missing. The response of the evil spirit to the powerless Christian imposter says it all. The spirit says, “Jesus I know, and Paul I know about, but who are you?” With that question the spirit physically attacks the man. The spiritually empty man runs from the house in fear with wounds and stripped naked. This story shouts a warning to people who profess to know Jesus but have no relationship with Him. Its people who act the part and say the right words, but their life is more symbolism than substance. Know this, those living symbolic Christianity eventually get exposed. You may not be assaulted or stripped naked physically, but an empty life eventually becomes visible to those around you. Paul warns Timothy of this in 2 Timothy 3 when he tells him to watch out for those “who have a form of godliness but deny its power.” Today I challenge you to be more than professing Christians, to be a person who has the true power of God. What does it require? An authentic relationship with Jesus and the power of the Spirit that was promised by Jesus before His ascension and experienced by the early followers in the book of Acts. Who are you? A professing Christian or a Christian who is living in the power of the Spirit. Regardless of what you say, your life will expose the truth.