Saturday, July 26, 2008

God In the Tough Week

This has been a tough week. On Monday, LeAnn sprained her ankle (or so we thought) while hiking out at Palisades. X-rays revealed yesterday there is actually a hairline fracture on the fibula (or is it fibia?). So LeAnn is confined to an equalizer boot (or is it a stabilizer boot?), crutches, and the couch (or is it a sofa?). Alright, I'll stop with the parenthetical questions (or will I?).

On Tuesday, my friends, the Dolezals, lost their little 5-month old son. I just got done officiating the funeral this morning. Nate and Emily really put together a beautiful service that both honored the short life Rowan lived, and reaffirmed that God is still God, He is still good, and they will praise him, even in the midst of this storm. It was an honor to be with them this week and be part of this tough time with them, but I'd gladly trade this experience with them if it could get them their son back. He was such a precious little guy who had battled so much and overcame so many odds - and then to have it all end during a nap.

It's been tough trying to be there for both my family and for the Dolezals, and try and get other work done too. And as I type this, my wife is at the clinic with my youngest son to have a spot on his backside checked out for possible infection.

But what I said in my message during the funeral is true and it's what I'm clinging to right now. A couple people said the message was really good and meant a lot to them, so perhaps it might be meaningful to at least one of you, as well.

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I have been acting like a 2 or 3 year old lately. At least that’s what Emily indicated on Thursday as we sat together to plan today’s service.

I was telling her and Nate that my wife badly sprained her ankle (which we just learned yesterday is actually a hairline fracture on her fibula) while hiking at Palisades on Monday, so she has been laid up all week. One afternoon, she pulled out my laptop to do some things online. She has used my laptop many times, but for some reason when I saw her sitting on the couch, leg propped up, using my Facebook account to write friends, I inwardly thought, “hey, that’s mine! That’s my laptop!” Thus, Emily’s implication that my inner 2-year-old was coming out.

On Tuesday afternoon this week, I connected by phone to a tearful Nate and learned Rowan was not breathing. Emily was in an ambulance at that moment, and I could hear sirens in the distance. Not much later as I was on my way to the hospital, I got a phone call from Steve, today’s worship leader, telling me Rowan didn’t make it. As I hung up the phone, I found my prayers suddenly changing. I went from begging God to allow Rowan to live, to asking the question “why”. My inner 2-year-old was coming out yet again.

I think all of us are feeling a little bit like a question-filled 2- or 3-year-old in our grieving process. We think about Emily’s pregnancy with Rowan and his 5-months outside the womb, and our lips keep uttering “why”. Why did someone so precious and who overcame so many challenges in so short a time die so young? Why would God allow the sound of Rowan banging his plastic keys against his leg casts to be silenced so soon? Why does a nurturing 4-year-old brother have to now wrestle with the concept of a little brother who’s gone? Why do Nate & Emily have to be put in the difficult place of explaining to Rilynn that she can’t help with the baby’s baths anymore? Why would something like this happen to such a great family and to such awesome parents? Why couldn’t Rowan be resuscitated? Why would God allow this to happen?

As a pastor, I am frequently put in the uncomfortable position of being expected to have an answer. Whether it’s a theological question or a relationship question or just a life question, I am expected to have the perfect response. Unfortunately, I have let many people down.

If you have come today looking to have your Why questions answered, I am sorry that you now join the ranks of “people Erin Bird has disappointed”. I cannot give you an answer. I don’t know why God would allow this precious little boy to be born with the physical and genetic disorders he was given, (and which he was making great progress through) only to leave this life during an innocent nap. I don’t know why God would allow this to happen to such great parents – Nate and Emily are an incredible dad and mom. The day I got to visit Rowan in Iowa City just a couple of days after his birth, it was very evident that Emily was the right mom for him. She just knew how to care for him, even as he had casts on his hips, and tubes running everywhere. And Nate is simply amazing as a father. He is so involved with his kids; knows how to truly care for them and not simply be just some guy who lives in the same house. I can’t imagine a better father for Rowan, so I can’t answer why God would allow Rowan to leave these great parents at such an early age.


And so my inner 2-year-old keeps repeating “why, why, why”. But there is also something my inner 2-year old wants to do that I think will be helpful to all of us.


My youngest son turns two in a week and a half. He’s a sweet little boy who, much to my delight, loves to wrestle. As I wrestle him, I have the strength and power to hurt him deeply. He knows I’m bigger and stronger, but he trusts me to be gentle and play with him, as a good father should. When I throw him in the air, he completely trusts that I’m going to catch him. When he plunges into the water at the pool, he completely trusts that I will pull him up. He lives with a child-like faith that I, his father, will be there for him.


Jesus instructs us to have that same type of faith in our Heavenly Father. Mark 10:13-15 tells us the following story about Jesus’ view on child-like faith.


People were bringing little children to Jesus to have him touch them, but the disciples rebuked them. When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. I tell you the truth, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it."


As I prayed with Nate and Emily and some of their friends and family in the hospital room Tuesday night, I heard that two-year-old type of faith in Nate’s prayer. I saw that complete trust in Emily as we planned today’s service and she shared what songs they wanted included.


Psalm 9:10 says,
“Those who know your name will trust in you, for you, LORD, have never forsaken those who seek you.”

Nate and Emily know God’s name, they know Jesus Christ, and so they trust him. You and I need to do the same. We may be filled with questions like a child, but we need to also have faith like a child. If anything is going to help us grieve properly, it is a complete assurance that God has not forsaken us at this time. We must place our complete trust upon God through Christ.


But notice in Psalm 9:10 that God says he never forsakes those who seek him. If you are not seeking Him, if you do not understand the significance of the cross of Christ, then you cannot fully trust Him. And you are left to mourn the loss of Rowan through human means alone.


Seeking the LORD does not happen through doing good works or saying the right things. Seeking the LORD is something of faith. And it is not placing your faith in what you can do, but rather in what God has done. Mankind is separated from God by sin, and there is nothing mankind can do on its own to cross the spiritual breach that exists between humans and God. But God, in His mercy, created the path upon which mankind could walk to cross the divide. Jesus tells us in John 14:6 that HE is the way, the truth, and the life, and that no one can come to the Father except through Him.


If you have not placed your complete trust in God by placing your faith upon the cross of Christ as the payment for your sins, I invite you to step across, to place your spiritual feet upon the solid foundation of Jesus.
Rowan was blessed to be born into a home that lives with faith in Christ. Emily was telling me a cute story about Reece and how he as a soon-to-be 4-year-old is just beginning to comprehend the idea of Jesus, the cross, and heaven. The story involves a bird’s nest, baby birds, and a trash can. You’ll have to ask her about it later. While the story brought a fun laugh in the middle of our grief, it gave me a glimpse into the home and the great job Nate and Emily are doing spiritually in parenting their children. Had Rowan grown to adulthood, he would have understood what I just explained to you, that Jesus died on the cross for the forgiveness of your sins, but you have to accept that forgiveness by placing your complete faith, your complete trust, on Jesus. I can’t help but think that one of the greatest ways we could honor Rowan’s memory is to live with a child-like faith in Christ, completely trusting him, even when our “why” questions aren’t answered.

The verse you find inside your program comes from Psalm 139, one of my favorite chapters in all of Scripture. And the verses Nate and Emily selected for today are perfect for the occasion. However, I would like to point out the verses that come prior to verses 13-18.


In verses 1-10, David writes:
"O LORD, you have searched me and you know me. You know when I sit and when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar. You discern my going out and my lying down; you are familiar with all my ways. Before a word is on my tongue you know it completely, O LORD. You hem me in—behind and before; you have laid your hand upon me.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too lofty for me to attain.

Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence. If I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there. If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast."

Just as my 2-year-old has faith that I will be there when he jumps in the pool or wants me to throw him in the air, God wants us to know that know matter where we go, no matter what happens in life, He is there with us. Notice the psalm talks about heights and depths – joy and sorrow. It doesn’t pretend that life becomes easy when God is with us. David experienced the best of life and the worst, which included the death of his own newborn son. But through it all, David knew God was there.

King David is known for being called a “man after God’s own heart.” But he is also known for his adulterous relationship with Bathsheba, which led to the birth of a son who died shortly after birth. When David’s sin of adultery was revealed to him by the prophet Nathan, David cried out to God, and penned the song that we now know as Psalm 51.


In verses 10-12, David pleaded to God:

Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Do not cast me from your presence or take your Holy Spirit from me. Restore to me the joy of your salvation and grant me a willing spirit, to sustain me.

Emily used to sing these words every night to her little “Punky Pie” as she put him to bed, therefore it seemed very appropriate to include "Create In Me A Clean Heart" in today’s service. But if you are sensing that you need to place your faith fully upon Jesus, I encourage you to use this next song, as you listen, to pray to God, confess your sin to him, asking Him to create in you a clean heart, and to give you the joy of His salvation through the death and resurrection of Jesus.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Re: Main

This morning I needed to do some routine maintenance on my Mac that I typically do roughly every other week.  As I do, I often flip through some of the magazines that have piled up in my office waiting for me to read them.  Today I skimmed through Risen magazine, and one of the articles was more like a devotional.  I didn't take the time to read much of it as I wasn't in "devotional" mode, but rather "skim quickly, get what you need, and be done" mode while my computer churned away.

So while I didn't ponder the thoughts of the author, I did notice the title.  It was simply one-word: remain.  I quickly could tell the article was about Jesus' famous quote, "Remain in me, and I will remain in you."

A couple of hours later I was walking to the Noelridge Pool to swim laps before a fun staff lunch potluck at the Noelridge Pavilion.  As I was walking and praying, that word came back to my mind: remain.

As I ruminated on that word, I found myself breaking the word up: "re" and "main".  At this point, I had one of "those" moments.  You know, the one where something that has been sitting in front of you the whole time staring you in the face suddenly becomes crystal clear and you wondered how you could have missed something so obvious this whole time.

Jesus is to be the "main" thing in our lives (as is etched on the back of the worship center in New Covenant's facility - "Keep the Main Thing the Main Thing").  And the prefix "re" often means "to do again".  So that means "remain" can be defined as "to make Jesus the main thing in your life again and again".

So often I've seen the word "remain" (especially in the verse mentioned above - John 15:4) as a passive thing - to abide, to sit, to stay, to "remain" in place.

But this "new" definition gives me a fresh perspective.  Rather than be passive, I am to actively seek (with the Holy Spirit's help (to keep this theologically correct!)) to keep Christ at the center of my life, to once again make him the main thing.

Perhaps New Covenant could reduce that saying on the back wall from a 7-word phrase to just one word:

Remain.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Light on Serving

Last week I mentioned that my now-11-year-old daughter K was combining her "birthday party" with a friend (daughter of our Middle School Pastor) by inviting their friends to make sandwiches for Meals on Wheels and the Salvation Army.  Originally it was scheduled for Tuesday, July 8th, but on Monday the 7th, Meals on Wheels called to say they didn't need the kids to come in - the order had been cancelled for the day.  I told the cheerful woman on the phone that this news posed a bit of a problem because they were coming to serve for a "birthday party".  The wonderful lady on the other end of the phone said "oh - well then, give me a half hour" and she rearranged plans for the kids to come in on Friday.

And wow did she rearrange plans!  Instead of the kids showing up quietly to make sandwiches, they were greeted with T-shirts at the door, a live jazz band was playing, Channel 2 was there to cover the event (it aired on the 6 o'clock news that night), and even the Gazette carried a great story in the Saturday paper (although they said the girls' birthdays were in June, not July!).

LeAnn and I were already proud of K for the way she wanted to use her "party" to make a difference, but we were also quite proud of her and her response to the attention.  Rather than get prideful about the light being shined on what she and Lindsay decided to do, she was actually a little bit bummed.  K, who normally loves attention, felt like the joy of serving quietly was stolen.  Her mom and I are thrilled to see that sort of humility already in our tween's heart.  That's the best present we as parents could receive on our daughter's birthday.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

This stinks!

I walked in to my office today and was greeting by a horrible smell. I can't tell whether it is dirty diapers, a dead mouse in the wall, or extreme mustiness from last night's rain. Just to make sure my nose was working correctly, I asked someone else to step into my office and confirm the stench. Yep, my office stinks.

After grabbing an ionizer to try and freshen the scent in my office, I unpacked my laptop and ran through the couple of sites I tend to check each day. One of those sites is MacZot.com, a site that sells one Mac software program each day at an extreme discount. I have yet to buy a program - I primarily visit the site to enter their "NextZot" competition. One lucky person receives the next day's "zot" for free. I'll probably never win, but I can dream.

Today's "zot" is just too ironic. With a stinky office surrounding me, I learn that today's deal is for a program called...

Decompose.

If you are feeling rather "punny" today, comments are open. I'm sure the other two members of the Three Readers Club would enjoy your humorous thoughts.

Wednesday, July 09, 2008

Another "kethup" post

What I thought would only happen one time is beginning to happen more frequently - the irregular "ketchup" post. I probably don't need to worry about doing these since most of the blogosphere couldn't care a lick about my life, but for some reason it helps me - so to catch my 3 readers up, here goes...

PERSONAL
  • Had a GREAT trip with my family to Topeka, Kansas to see LeAnn's side of the family over the 4th. LeAnn and I are so blessed to have the extended families that we do. I am so thankful to God that both of us have parents that love Christ and siblings who are leading their families to follow Christ as well. It is always so enjoyable to be with any of our family. The only regret was not getting to go boating/skiing/tubing one day due to weather (that and not getting another day or two with everyone!). Otherwise, the week could not have gone better.
  • K turns 11 today. We have a small family party tonight with the annual "birthday-party-with-friends" event on Friday.
  • I've been swimming laps almost every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday since the pool opened. I've lost 13 pounds in 2 months, and hope to lose about 9 more by the end of August.
  • LeAnn and I just booked a week away together (not just a weekend) on a "couples retreat" in mid-November. We get to hang out at a house in the middle of Wisconsin reserved for full-time pastors and their spouses.
  • I'm addicted to the game "Scramble" on Facebook (it's pretty much the game "Boggle"). I'm up for a turn-based game with anyone!
  • I'm enjoying our "eXchange" series on Romans here at New Covenant. But I need to get caught up on last week's sermon since we were out of town...
  • I read "Deadly Viper Character Assassins" on my spiritual retreat June 27. It was fun, a great reminder, surprisingly "non-Christian" coming from two pastors, and something I'm giving to the leaders I get to co-labor with to encourage them to be men of radical integrity.
MINISTRY
  • I have a bunch of stuff to do for a conference we are putting on here at New Covenant on mid-sized groups. What started as a conference for the leaders of our Adult Bible Fellowships has spilled into an event we are inviting other churches too. I got to design the promo materials, and now need to get those mailed out to various churches.
  • I have 2 weddings in one day on July 19th. I've never officiated two in one day, but I'm honored that I get to stand before Jonathan & Mallori and Dustin & Josie as God makes the two into one as they exchange vows. But because I have 2 in one day, I should probably get to working on at least one of them this week...
  • I'm still trying to figure out what exactly to pour my time into now that my time with Watershed is pretty much over. I have a couple of different missions trips in mind, plus a "leadership development group" that's been swirling around in my head. If I'm going to do something on the leadership development thing, I better get going on it since the idea is a 9-10 month class, so I need to get going in September. Any young adults in CR that read this and have an interest, email me...
  • We have an opportunity at New Covenant to reach out to some international students studying business at Kirkwood here in Cedar Rapids.
THOUGHTS THAT DESERVE THEIR OWN POST
  • One disappointing moment on our Topeka trip last week: LeAnn saw a friend of her parents' at church Sunday after the service. He asked the typical "so where are you these days" and she answered "Cedar Rapids" just as I was walking up to join the conversation. He immediately remarked about the floods, having heard about it on the news. He even clarified: "your city government buildings were built on an island in the river, right?" After our affirmative answer, I could not believe my ears at the next statement to slip from the lips of this "wizened Christian man".

    "Well, you'll get no sympathy from me".

    The same attitude that I saw in the New York Times article on the Cedar Rapids flood was pouring out of this man in front of me. I tried to help him understand the magnitude of the flood, but it was useless - his opinion was that if someone builds anywhere close to water, they should expect to lose everything in a flood someday.

    After I realized he was stuck in the conclusion he had jumped to concerning the flood, I chose to point the light on Christ and share about all the great things God has been doing in the city, especially through His people. The man before me seemed amazed at this and was somewhat pleased, but you could tell he had come to a firm opinion and was not going to give any pity whatsoever.

    I couldn't help but think about this conversation the entire 6 1/2 hour trip home. One thought I had was that perhaps this man shouldn't receive any mercy if his home was destroyed by a tornado since he had the hubris to build it within the state of Kansas. But I knew that wasn't the right response.

    But the overwhelming thought I had was this: Even if the entire city of Cedar Rapids had intentionally built near the river with arrogance and ignorance, the Christ-like response is not only sympathy, but compassion in action. The Scriptures tell us that while we were sinners, while we were arrogant and ignorant thinking we could do it better or differently than God, Christ died for our sins. He entered in to our problem, put compassion into action, and rescued us through the cross.

    And so having a Christian man (whose wife has been very active in her church's missions committee which has aimed to put Christ's compassion into action all around the world) respond with such an uncaring attitude just hit me below the belt emotionally. I could not believe a self-proclaimed Christ follower could come to such a "logical" conclusion of unsympathy.

  • I have several magazines and articles waiting to be read, one of which is an AP study on the consumption of news by today's young adults.

  • I finally saw Rob Bell's "Everything is Spiritual" sermon/DVD. I liked it much better than I anticipated. I used to listen to Rob's sermons via podcast, as well as own every Nooma film he has taught in. But so many of his sermons and Nooma films began to come to the same conclusion. "We just need to go out and do good in the world." It felt like a rehashing of the social gospel of the 70s. Christ seemed absent, and good works was enough. Obviously I am all for doing good in the world as you can tell by my praise of the flood relief efforts, but to only do good without the knowledge that Christ gave us the example seemed empty to me.

    I expected the "Everything is Spiritual" message to come to the same conclusion - just go do good things because it is all spiritual. But that wasn't the message. Rob had some EXCELLENT illustrations and ideas in his message, and I've already used his Flatland illustration in conversation twice. I'm going to lend it to a friend, but this is probably a message I should relisten to (which I rarely do).

FINALLY THE END

Okay, this is WAY more than enough. I'll be surprised if even one of my three readers makes it this far. And that counts my wife. :o) I know I would probably have given up reading this far by now - probably because of the info in that AP study...

Happy Birthday, K!

Eleven years ago to this day, my wife was lying on a Venezuelan hospital bed screaming. An unsympathetic nurse who knew no English was pinching my wife's lips shut trying to keep her quiet (because she thought my wife knew no Spanish). As I finally got in the room with my scrubs on (which husbands normally don't get to do in Venezuela), I waved off the nurse's pinch and calmly said to my wife "focus on pushing, not screaming". Two pushes later, my newborn daughter was laying on my wife's stomach, and our pediatrician was announcing in broken English "a girl, a white girl."

That white girl has grown into a beautiful, talented pre-teen. While my wife and I can barely believe the little baby she birthed will be a middle-schooler this fall, we couldn't be more proud of who she is turning into. I have watched in amazement this past year at many of the things my daughter has done as a ten-year-old - started a weekly 5th grade prayer group (of which she was the only attendee some weeks), got up an hour early each school morning to do daily devotions (and she is NOT a morning person!), applied herself to her school work, piano and oboe lessons, become a bigger help at home with chores and caring for her younger siblings, and mature in great ways in her character this past year. In fact, for her "birthday party" this year, she chose to combine with a friend whose birthday is the day before hers, and together they've invited their mutual friends to go make sandwiches for the Salvation Army and Meals on Wheels this Friday, followed with cake and ice cream. Her mom and I think that's awesome!

Of course K has had challenges (and challenged her parents :o) this past year, and knows more challenges lie ahead in her middle school years. But LeAnn and I could not be more proud to have K as our daughter. She is an amazing 11-year-old, and we can already she is going to be an amazing woman, no matter what she chooses to do with the life God has given her.

So Happy Birthday, K! We love you!