Wednesday, February 29, 2012

I still haven't given up on eating... (Day Seven)

Even though I sometimes miss a meal.

I haven't given up on praying...even though I missed midday prayers today.

In that sense this prayer seems strangely appropriate:

O God, the strength of all who put their trust in you:
Mercifully accept our prayers; and because in our weakness
we can do nothing good without you, give us the help of your
grace, that in keeping your commandments we may please
you both in will and deed; through Jesus Christ our Lord,
who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God,
for ever and ever. Amen.

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Day Six

"Early to bed and early to rise..."

What have I learned today from my Lenten prayer journey? It's not as spiritual as you might think.

Following Jesus will cost you something - the Bible says it will cost you your very life - to die to self, to die to sin, to die to my own will and my own agenda and embrace his life as my own. We are familiar with this sort of language in the church and as a pastor I have used this language to exhort and encourage the saints on many occasions. Speaking in generalities is helpful to an extent - but the question I need to be asking myself is "what specifically, tangibly, is following Jesus costing me?"

Peter and Andrew left their nets, James and John left a family business, Levi left his tax collector's booth. Following Jesus cost Stephen and many who followed in his example their lives - and following this Lenten discipline of praying the hours is costing me...

...Wait for it...

...My evenings.

Getting up early enough to be alert for my 6:30am morning prayers is catching up to me. As I'm writing this blog to fulfil my daily commitment at 8:54pm I'm struggling to stay awake. So I'm going to call it a night and head to bed. Prayer has cost me the ability to stay up late and enjoy the night.

It's probably worth it. It's hard to say that with deep conviction right now, but I promise you that tomorrow morning when I am spending time with God my emotions will match my convictions.

I told you it wasn't that spiritual.  :)

Goodnight.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Day Five

How was your weekend?

Have any of you heeded my advice from the service yesterday and taken upon yourself some sort of Lenten observance? I have been learning a lot from my journey the hours this Lent - chief among them being that making intentional time to be with God really puts a cram in your plans! I'm used to scheduling my prayer and devotional time around life - making sure that it happened for sure but penciling it in at times when it didn't conflict with the many other (important) things that I have going on daily. What I've come to understand over the last number of days is that this too is a form of idolatry that I've been blindly engaging in.

I've had some real problems getting my prayer times in at the committed to times because of life interrupting my discipline. Some of them I think most of us would easily forgive - Saturday night Jo and I had to take Harry to emergency during what would have been my Vespers prayer time - and some excuses are less convincing - last night I stayed up to watch a movie with my wife and in-laws and totally forgot about prayers until the movie had finished. It seems to be Vespers (evening) prayers that give me the most trouble and I know that the logical solution would be to just schedule them for when I go to bed to avoid all these conflicts, but that would eliminate one of the important parts of the discipline. Moreover I would once again be back to giving God my leftovers rather than prime time.

One of the things that I believe God is trying to teach me through this season is to put him first - to not allow the other demands of life to be more important than him. By setting aside (and sticking to) an intentional schedule of prayer and not allowing other things to unseat them I make a declaration through my deeds with the psalmist who says:

You, God, are my God,
earnestly I seek you;
I thirst for you,
my whole being longs for you,
in a dry and parched land
where there is no water.

I have seen you in the sanctuary
and beheld your power and your glory.

Because your love is better than life,
my lips will glorify you.

I will praise you as long as I live,
and in your name I will lift up my hands.

I will be fully satisfied as with the richest of foods;
with singing lips my mouth will praise you. (Psalm 63:1-5 TNIV)

I want to want God more than anything else and this discipline is helping to form in me the habits that will deepen my relationship with Christ to make it happen. I've been at work this morning going through my calendar finding ways to massage my schedule around my prayer times rather than fitting my prayer times into my schedule. We will see how this goes, but I'm praying now that it would go well!

For accountability here is the schedule I'm pledging to keep:
6:30am - morning prayer, time in the word, and devotions
1:00pm - midday prayer
8:30pm - vespers prayer

Happy lenting.

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Day Four

My prayer for our service tomorrow should SNOWMAGEDDON not arrive:
"O God, the source of eternal light: Shed forth your unending day upon us who watch for you, that our lips may praise you, our lives may bless you, and our worship on the morrow give you glory; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen."
Enjoy your Saturday, see you tomorrow.

Friday, February 24, 2012

Day Three

Lord God Almighty, you have made all the peoples of the
earth for your glory, to serve you in freedom and in peace:
Give to the people of our country a zeal for justice and the
strength of forbearance, that we may use our liberty in
accordance with your gracious will; through Jesus Christ our
Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one
God, for ever and ever. Amen.


A couple of the prayers I prayed today reminded me of my responsibility to be praying for our nation - which is ironic as I'm in the States these last few days hanging around with family members from the UK - in many ways disconnected from Canada. Psalm 99:9 says: "Exalt the Lord our God, and worship at his holy hill; for the Lord our God is holy." (KJV) While I understand the imagery that the Psalmist was getting at here I can't help but think of what the National House of Prayer group we are sending out will be doing in a week's time as they gather to exalt the Lord and worship upon Parliament Hill in Ottawa.

So my prayers today go out to Joanne and Jean and their associates who are preparing to intercede for our nation and learn about how we can make Parliament Hill a holy hill once again.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Day Two

"He has not dealt with us according to our sins, nor rewarded us according to our wickedness."

The focus of the written prayers and psalms that I've been using for this discipline so far has been repentance and confession and last night duirng my Vespers prayers I felt a profound sense of penitence that went beyond normal confession and seeking forgiveness. I had an experience that I can honestly say was one of those Kairos moments when the Spirit of God communicated with my Spirit (or was it the other way around?) and there was a connection that swent beyond the words I was reading and praying. It was almost spooky, and for a moment - even though I had the lines to pray in front of me - I was at a loss for words. It was in the midst of a recitation of the Anglican "Litany of Penitence" that I experienced God - and I'm excited that several days before I came across it in my prayers, I had scheduled its reading in our Sunday Service. I'm excited to see if anyone else meets God in this prayer.

Day two of this Lenten journey has been a little different than day one. For starters my boys decided to wake me up BEFORE my scheduled 6:30 alarm so there was no excuse for prayer-related tardiness today. After attending to the increasingly earlier mornihg pacification routine I headed down to the basement to begin morning prayers with God.

Midday prayers took on a different sort of flavour today as I was trapped inside a minivan heading down the highway to rendezvous with my in-laws in Bismarck for a little getaway when the hour came upon me. I had asked Jo to drive to facilitate my prayer time but the kids in the back weren't going to let me turn off the second play through of Toy Story 2 while I prayed and Jo told me she would find it distracting if I did my usual pattern of praying these prayers out loud. So for midday prayers today I silently read and meditated on the words while being accompanied by the dramatic stylings of Tom Hanks, Tim Allen and Co, and desperately trying not to get motion sick (I can't read in cars) at the same time.

Unsurprisingly, there were no epiphanies this afternoon.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Day One


“A wise rabbi once told me that it is not how many prayers we don’t say that matters to God, but rather how many we do.” – Phyllis Tickle, The Divine Hours

Today marks the beginning of my Lenten journey of prayer and reflection and observing The Hours of prayer with the Lord. I was up at 6:30 this morning to begin this time of communion with the Lord and already on the first day and experiencing some of the strains and struggles of maintaining a discipline. I had chosen 6:30am for my morning prayers as it is about thirty minutes before my children get out of bed in the morning and I thought it would be a time that I could pray undisturbed, but a time that would also not rob my family of my presence and my involvement in the morning routine. However this morning my two boys had different plans. Up early and demanding attention they not only kept me from sleeping well during the half—hour preceding my 6:30 alarm, but they also upon hearing me get out of bed demanded my attention and their morning drink routine to be commenced.

It may not seem like much to endure a seven minute delay in getting to Morning Prayer – especially when the prayers themselves only take about 10 minutes to accomplish, but it threw me off my rhythm and for a brief moment risked derailing the whole enterprise before it got started. At 6:37 though, my boys with sippy cups full of chocolate milk in hand (my boys get the brown stuff once a day – it just happens to be first thing in the morning in our house) and with instructions not to emerge from their rooms until after 7:00, I settled into the loveseat in the basement and began my new daily ritual of morning prayers.

As I prayed those prayers and allowed the Lord to wash over me with His Word, those seven minutes didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. And when at 7:20 my kids came down the basement stairs to greet me with morning kisses and hugs (and to get me to turn on the Wii so they could play Super Mario Bros.) I no longer felt hurried or cheated, but grateful for the time I had, and the affection I was receiving from my boys. In the grand scheme of things those seven minutes weren’t important to my prayer life – but they were important to Jack and Harry. The prayer that did matter was the silent prayer of gratitude I got to utter to God for my children as I set them up on the Wii and went upstairs to have my breakfast.

Prayer for today:
“Lord God, almighty and everlasting Father, you have brought me in safety to this new day:  Preserve me with your mighty power, that I may not fall into sin, nor be overcome by adversity; and in all I do, direct me to the fulfilling of your purpose; through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen.”

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Happy Pancake Day


Happy Pancake Day everyone!

Or if you’re a little more traditional, happy Shrove Tuesday. Today is in the Church calendar, the last day before the season of Lent begins. Today is a day of feasting before the beginning of what is traditionally a season of fasting. In some parts of the world (including where my beautiful wife comes from in England) it’s known as Pancake Day because it’s tradition to eat pancakes on the last day before lent. Pancakes are chosen because they contain, sugar, butter, eggs and fat – the types of foods that were traditionally fasted from during the Lenten season. The English pancake is more like a desert crepe than the traditional North American breakfast staple – but I’m looking forward to having some with my family tonight.

 But of course the point of Shrove Tuesday is to remind us that Lent begins tomorrow. Lent is a season that in many ways in analogous to Advent – a season of preparation before a season of celebration, but unlike Advent it has been largely marginalized and consequently forgotten by many evangelical church traditions. Lent traditionally is counted as the 40 days between Shrove Tuesday and Good Friday (not including Sundays) and it is a season of confession, penitence, fasting, and preparation. I've made it one of my personal goals to rediscover the disciplines of Lent in my own life and I've made it my pastoral mandate to live them out publicly to bring increased awareness to this season and its importance in the life of the Christian.

Last year you may recall that I journeyed through lent by blogging and divesting of many of my prized collectibles – my Transformers. And through that journey, not only did God really work in my heart, but he gave me the opportunity to have many important conversations about Lent with my readers and parishioners. This year I’m going to be blogging through Lent again, but the discipline will be different – instead of giving something up, I’ll be taking something up – namely a pattern of prayer.

This year my Lenten commitment is to pray the “hours” through the season of Lent and reflect through this blog what the experience is teaching me. As a resource I’ve followed a number of recommendations and picked up a copy of Eastertide: Prayers for Lent Through Easter from The Divine Hours, a compilation of prayers put together by Phyllis Tickle that will give me a guide to praying at morning (which I am setting for my own purposes at 6:30am) and Midday (which I am planning to do at 1:00pm) and for Vespers (evening prayers) which I’m hoping to do sometime at night – I’m still trying to decide on the best time to make this prayer time happen. Along the way I’m going to be blogging about the experience and what I feel God showing me through the season.

This Sunday I’ll be giving a message that encourages the hearers to consider the season of Lent in a way that will draw then closer to Christ and prepare them for the celebration of the season of Easter as we look at the parable of the soils (Mark 4:1-20). My prayer is that however the Lord leads each of us to observe this season – that in our lives it will not be wasted. I don’t know what will come of my own journey – but I do know that the Lord wants to speak and I’m going to make myself ready to listen to what he says.

Good Lenting, and go eat some pancakes!
Chris

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Why I still hate the Leafs


The following has been adapted and revised from a blog post I wrote a couple years ago on another blog that I (well really my wife) kept for family things. The recent four game losing streak has prompted me to revisit what I said then and update it for present times. I hope all you Toronto fans can empathize and you Leaf haters will enjoy this:

Mention the Toronto Maple Leafs to any Canadian hockey fan and you're bound to get a broad spectrum of reactions. From resentment at perceived media bias towards "Canada's Team", to bitter hatred based on regional (Ottawa) or traditional (Montreal) rivalries, to plain old laughable dismissal at the abominable 45 years since they last saw the Stanley Cup finals. The Leafs might just be the most hated team in professional hockey and they hold that title while simultaneously being the biggest and most profitable organization in the history of the sport.

None of these are the reason that I hate the Leafs.

Don't mistake me for a bitter rival, or the fan of a smaller market team with an inferiority complex - I bleed blue and white. I have never cheered for another team over the Leafs in all the years of my life and I don't anticipate that I ever will. I make the effort to watch every single game that I can because I care and I hope against hope that one day the organization that I am committed to will one day warrant my undeserved devotion. But for now - they don't deserve anything.

I should be finished with them, I should give up and cheer for a team that is closer geographically to where I live (Calgary or Winnipeg) or a team that is more reflective of being "Canada's Team" today (Vancouver) but I'm infected with the same sickness with regards to hockey that causes me to cheer for the Riders in the CFL - it's called unwavering loyalty. Loyalty and devotion that have gotten me nothing but ridicule from the majority of folks out here who are NOT Leaf's fans, people who take great pleasure in pointing out the plain truth that my team sucks and that the organization has lost their way - and worst of all, they're absolutely right.

I hate the Toronto Maple Leafs because they continue to disappoint, because they should be better than they are but they're not – I hate that they have some amazingly talented players who just can’t seem to have good nights on the same night. I hate that the goalies will raise our hopes one week with ridiculously stingy play and then open up the barn doors the next week as if in some vain attempt to bring balance back to the hockey universe. I hate that our best players are streaky players and our most consistent players are our worst. I hate that they give me just enough hope every so often to rope me back in and then the bottom falls out and I’m looking in from the outside at the post season again.

And now I've trained boys to cheer for the blue and white. Jack and I have a little ritual that when I’m home for hockey games we will both put on our Leafs jerseys and cheer them on together – Harry then throws a fit because he doesn’t have a Jersey anymore that fits him. Both of them run around chanting “GO LEAFS GO!” while sit there and wonder if I am condemning them to the same miserable hockey fan existence that I have endured all my life?

I hate the Toronto Maple Leafs, but I’ve got this twisted sense of loyalty that won’t allow me to love anyone else. They will always be my team even though year after year they do nothing to deserve my devotion. In the past week they’ve lost to Winnipeg, been shut out by the Habs, been blown out by the flames and will probably drop the game to Vancouver Saturday. I'll tune in before then to see if they can at least salvage something from the Oilers – but by the end of the week, the team that was once known as “Canada’s team” is likely to have been embarrassed by every other important Canadian franchise inside the span of a fortnight - and once again, a little bit of my hockey loving soul will die.

...But at least they won’t have lost to Ottawa.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Mark: an interlude


I’m not sure if any of you who regularly attend Estevan Alliance Church noticed it this week or not but something was missing from the preaching. Perhaps those of you who work shift, or have been travelling or let’s be honest – just aren't as committed to being at church on Sunday morning as you would like to be, thought that it was covered last week and those of you who were there the previous week thought it would be covered the next. What was missing was a little passage of scripture on fasting form the second chapter of the Gospel of Mark.

Unfortunately as the sermon a couple of weeks ago took shape it became clear that this text didn’t fit into the message I was crafting and our schedule (to get to the end of chapter 8 by the end of June) doesn’t allow the flexibility to just bump everything back a Sunday so today I want to just give a brief teaching through this blog on the forgotten verses in the middle of Mark 2 and share with you how God has used these verses to speak to me as I’ve studied them.

Now John’s disciples and the Pharisees were fasting. Some people came and asked Jesus, “How is it that John’s disciples and the disciples of the Pharisees are fasting, but yours are not?”

Jesus answered, “How can the guests of the bridegroom fast while he is with them? They cannot, so long as they have him with them. But the time will come when the bridegroom will be taken from them, and on that day they will fast.

   “No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment. If they do, the new piece will pull away from the old, making the tear worse. And people do not pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the wine will burst the skins, and both the wine and the wineskins will be ruined. No, they pour new wine into new wineskins.”
Mark 2:18-22 (TNIV)

What we have here is another story being laid out by Mark in series with the previous story (the calling of Levi, and the banquet with tax collectors and sinners) to illustrate the way Jesus is changing the paradigms from what was expected by the teachers and authorities of his day. In short this is part of a larger teaching section where the Gospel writer illustrates for us how the establishment religion of Jesus day was looking out for the a) Wrong people, was following the b) Wrong practice and was grounded in the c) Wrong paradigm – all things which Jesus provided in his ministry and teaching the antidote and correction to. Our passage in this study can be identified as the first Markan parable, but its meaning is not as clouded and difficult to understand as some others. Let’s begin by breaking this down quickly:

The Wrong People
The story of the calling of Levi and the banquet with sinners and tax collectors that we looked at on February 5th (you can find the sermon audio here) illustrated that the Pharisees had the wrong idea about who was worthy of being called to discipleship. “When the teachers of the law who were Pharisees saw him eating with the sinners and tax collectors, they asked his disciples: “Why does he eat with tax collectors and sinners?” (2:16) The Pharisees had set up a false dichotomy where they were righteous and the others were not – but Jesus only drew distinctions between the self-aware sinners (i.e. the banquet guests) and those who were deluded into thinking they were righteous. The Pharisees had in mind the wrong people and Jesus was demonstrating by his actions that he had come for everyone.

The Wrong Practice
This brings us into our text proper – as an extension of the story of Jesus banqueting with sinners the Pharisees then come to him and ask about the behaviour of his disciples – specifically with regards to fasting: “Some people came and asked Jesus, “How is it that John’s disciples and the disciples of the Pharisees are fasting, but yours are not?” (2:18b) This was probably in relation to the Pharisee’s practice of twice-weekly fasting (Luke 18:12) and not a reflection on behaviour during holy holidays that required fasting like the day of atonement or Rosh Hashanah (Jewish New Year) but it seemed at first like a damning condemnation upon the spiritual discipline and related righteousness of the Jesus movement.

Jesus responds in a perplexing and unexpected way to the questions – he paints himself in the biblical motif of the bridegroom come for the chosen people of God – who at that time were Israel but would eventually through Pentecost be broadened to the Church. This bridegroom would have been surprising to his listeners in application but not unfamiliar. It is a well known motif to describe God’s relationship with Israel rooted in texts like Isaiah 54:5-8, 62:5 and Ezekiel 16:7ff. If Jesus was the bridegroom than his disciples would be akin to groomsmen who in that culture would stand guard outside the bedchamber while the bride and groom consummated the marriage to protect the couple and serve as witnesses (let’s hope only by making sure no one but the couple entered the chamber!) to the marriage’s consummation. This time when the bridegroom was with them was traditionally a time of feasting – not of fasting. The bridegroom was with them for a short time (at this point they had no idea just how short) and so it was not a time to be bogged down in disciplines of asceticism – but rather a time for celebration.

This would be especially applicable to the disciples of John, as several scholars I’ve read point to this event comporting with a point after John the Baptist’s execution – their fasting would be fuelled by mourning and sorrow – but Jesus was still here. The one to whom John’s whole ministry pointed to was with them so their fasting should turn to feasting while they had the chance because whether they understood it or not there was coming a time when the bridegroom would be taken away.

The Wrong Paradigm
The second half of this short text reveals the heart of the Pharisees and the problem under the problem that Jesus was trying to address. It wasn’t so much that they had missed the point of the inclusiveness of the Gospel, or that they had their fasting and feasting times backwards – it’s that all of these things and so much more that served to define them was rooted in remaining faithful to an old way of doing things. Jesus illustrates in his comments about garments and wineskins what he says quite clearly in 1 Corinthians 11:25 and in Revelation 21:5: that in Christ a new way of life is being birthed. New Covenant was the Christian reality, a new way for humanity to approach God and be reconciled to Him. The Pharisees were about trying to bring the messianic age to bear (and to invoke the arrival of the messiah) by increasing faithfulness to the old ways – by going back to basics and becoming increasingly rigid in their application (or sometimes misapplication) of the Old Covenant – whereas unbeknownst to them, the messiah they had so longed for had come and was trying desperately to make them see that there was a new way to do things if they would only open their eyes and ears to see and hear him.

The talk of garments and wineskins was to illustrate that Jesus was not simply in the business of renovation – he was not just interested in sprucing up Judaism – he was radically re-inventing the paradigm. If you sowed new fabric onto an old garment the new fabric would shrink and create a tear even bigger than the one you were trying to fix. Jesus was not about filling in the cracks of Judaism or simply correcting historical drift – that simply wouldn’t do. Neither would you pour new wine into an old wineskin – for as the new wine continued to ferment it would produce gas that would burst the previously stretched skin. This new paradigm that Jesus was revealing in his practice could not be contained by the old ways – Jesus was not going to simply settle for being another ‘expression’ of Judaism, he had something so much larger in mind.

And so in correcting the Pharisee’s understanding of people, practice and paradigm, Mark paints a picture of Jesus who moves on from here to tackle one of the most sacred institutions of the Jewish faith – Sabbath. And if you were around last Sunday (sermon audio available here) you heard about just how paradigm changing Jesus teaching on that matter was.

Sorry for missing this in the regular flow of services, but I hope this little explanation gave you some insight into the connections between the last two messages and illustrates a little bit what Jesus was trying to get the Pharisees (and us) to understand.

Now back to your regularly scheduled programming...






Thursday, February 2, 2012

A Beautiful Description of the Church

Another reflection from Eugene Peterson's "The Pastor" in which he is expression his deep affection for the church he planted in suburban Maryland. It's from a larger reflection on his church's genesis and growth as they journeyed through the story of the early church in the book of Acts.

"We were acquiring a church identity as the truth that dazzles gradually. We were learning how to submit ourselves to the Spirit’s formation of congregation out of this mixed bag of humanity that was us—broken, hobbling, crippled, sexually abused and spiritually abused, emotionally unstable, passive and passive-aggressive, neurotic men and women. Chuck at fifty who has failed a dozen times and knows that he will never amount to anything. Mary who had been ignored and scorned and abused in a marriage in which she remained faithful. Phyllis living with children and a spouse deep in addictions. Lepers and blind and deaf-and-dumb sinners. Also fresh converts, excited to be in on this new life. Spirited young people, energetic and eager to be guided into a life of love and compassion, mission and evangelism. A few seasoned saints who know how to pray and listen and endure. And a considerable number of people who pretty much just showed up. I sometimes wonder why they bothered. There they are: the hot, the cold, and the lukewarm; Christians, half-Christians, almost-Christians; New Agers, angry ex-Catholics, sweet new converts. I didn’t choose them. I didn’t get to choose them."


This is a beautiful description of the church of this age - not perfect, not plastic, not shiny or cliche - but a mixed bag of broken and imperfect people submitting themselves to God's Holy Spirit and allowing Him to do something in them and among them that makes them more like Jesus day by day. It inspires me and I hope in sharing it I can inspire you too.