Today is Father's Day

I'm a dad and very proud of my kids. Carly and Steven are just a HOOT! I am not sure how they have turned out as adjusted to the world as they are. But they have!
     So today is Father's Day and I am in Minneapolis, Susy is in Denver, Carly is in Denver enroute to Minneapolis, and Steven is somewhere in Eastern Europe. That just seems as it should be for the nomadic clan that we are.
     Thanks to blogging, Facebook, and things like Skype I am giving a "shout out" to my kiddos today - Here's to you, offspring!
     I am so proud and thankful to be your dad.
     I am excited for all that God has for you as you step into adulthood and make your mark on the world.
     I am glad that in your own unique ways you embrace adventure and see the world through new lenses of life.
     Enjoy your day, Carly and Steven. I'm so glad Carly is joining me in Minneapolis in a few hours for a week-long training on Islam! And Steven, I hope you are having a blast going back to your roots in Eastern Europe this week!
     Number 6:24-26.

Steven's graduation from high school last month.

"Nothing to Prove, Nothing to Lose"

My friend Tim Addington lives by a motto that is very attractive to me: "Nothing to prove, nothing to lose." He came to this realization a few years ago when he almost died (a riveting story you can read about in his book, When Live Comes Undone.)
     Today I sat in a gathering with a group of people where I heard Tim speak at length about "nothing to prove, nothing to lose" for the first time. It struck me that I sometimes live by, "something to prove, much to lose." I like Tim's motto a lot more.
     I take some consolation in the fact that I think I have less to prove today than I did 10 years ago, and less to lose than I did a decade ago. But I am far more ego-driven than I would like, far more needing to be right than needing to be in relationship, and too far from the carefree tone I hear in my friend Tim's voice. I guess I still have some growing to do.

Something About Bagels in New York

On our way to visit my parents on Long Island this week, Susy and I stopped at Sunset Plaza Bagel, which has been there since the Flood (of Noah!). Well at least 40 years.
     I have vivid memories of getting bagels there and bringing them home. The memories are rich and good and tasty! Those are some amazing bagels!
     While munching on our bagels at the bagel shop I asked Susy, "Are these bagels qualitatively better than bagels in other parts of the world, or is it my imagination and the cultural context of actually being in this bagel shop?"

     Susy, clearly enjoying her bagel, confirmed that these bagels are just way better than bagels in other parts of the world.
     We brainstormed why they are better, and I also asked my parents. The common folklore is that bagels baked in the New York City area are better than other places because of the water used to make them.
     Really? New York water makes the bagels taste better? All I can think about is the East River, which is filthy! There has to be a better reason than the water for why the bagels in New York are better than in other places. Any guesses or hypotheses?

Please Do Not Govern Over Your Grave!

One of the greatest leadership blunders is to "govern over your own grave." That is, a leader decides he is going to retire or resign or move onto another role and makes decisions that others will inherit.

     The classic recent example of this is Mississippi Governor Haley Barbour (at right) who earlier this year pardoned a bunch of criminals before he left office. Gov. Barbour will now go now as infamous in Mississippi history.
     It just happened today in a situation that I know well. A vice president who has served faithfully for 40 years in the same context is retiring on June 30. He appointed an interim director of one of the departments he supervises, after a search yielded no permanent leader. It turns out that the interim director is a favorite of the retiring leader. Unfortunately she is just not qualified to lead the department. The permanent leader will have a major clean-up job to do after this interim period.
     So what causes leaders to govern over their own graves? From my own experience stepping out of leadership roles as a director and senior pastor, here are four reasons:
1. The leader fears becoming redundant. The fact that the organization will continue on without the leader can be a harrowing experience for a person. The need to be needed is sometimes overwhelming. 
2. The leader wants to ensure his legacy. There is much to applaud in this motivation. When a leader pours his heart and soul into a cause he rightfully wants to know that the impact of the organization will last for the longer term.
3. The leader does not know how to use power appropriately. For the leader who is moving on he knows that he only has a limited amount of time to exercise (wield) power. Haley Barbour knew this and pardoned criminals. Bad idea! Leaders need to give up power gradually as they transition out, rather than holding onto power until the last minute.
4. The leader needs to have a life beyond the organization. I faced a personal crisis in 2005 when I left a great position pastoring a church in Amsterdam. Looking back on it, I realize that my identity was too wrapped up in a title and status. I needed to learn to get on with life beyond that role. Leaders do well when their identity is found in something (for me it is faith in Jesus) other than their leadership role. Otherwise we are apt to govern over our own grave and hold on to the very last moment.

Incredibly "Perilous Times"

I was reminded by a close friend today that we live in incredibly "perilous times."

     My heart is heavy. I am praying for God's mercy especially upon the Islamic world.

* In Syria a massacre of civilians over last weekend left more than 100 people dead;

* In Egypt a run-off election will be held in 2 weeks between an extremist candidate and a moderate candidate. The moderate candidate, however, served as Prime Minister under the previous regime.

* In another country, several relief workers have been abducted recently.

     Over the past year or so I have been asked to visit a variety of contexts which could be seen as "perilous" - Muslims imams in North Africa, Palestinian refugees in Lebanon to name a few. I have been humbled by how broken and out-of-control our world really is, and how much our world desperately needs RESCUING.

     Jesus and His Kingdom message resonates so deeply for me at the moment. "Come, Lord Jesus" with your mercy.

Tim Keller on Homosexuality

My friend Rob posted this on his blog and I think it is outstanding.
     I say relatively little about homosexuality for the reason mentioned by Keller - Jesus said far, far more about greed than he did about adultery. Does this mean that for Jesus matters related to consumption, materialism, and greed were more important than matters related to adultery or homosexuality? I suppose we all need to come to our own conclusions.
     For now I am thankful for Keller's comments here.

Of Pseudo-Community and Real Community

Very few people experience true community on a consistent basis, although deep in our hearts we yearn desperately for it.

     Those of us who are Christian have an expectation that "church" will be community. Many of us are terribly hurt when we find that what we experience in church is "pseudo-community." That is, there is comradely or commonality around a cause or a person (usually a great preacher), but when the proverbial poop hits the fan everyone scatters like scared cats.

     We want to be "real church in the unreal world," to quote the slogan of a church I know well. And yet we end up being the very opposite - Unreal church in the real world.

     Last Friday night at our sabbath gathering we spoke about the qualities of genuine community:

* It is rarely orchestrated or regimented

* It often flourishes through trial and suffering

* It demands a "giving of one self" and movement toward intimacy

* It looks out for the common good, the good of the "other" rather than myself

* It is celebratory in an unscripted manner

     This weekend I experienced community in some ways. When you experience it you know it - there is a freedom, a calm, an ease to it. As my friend Calvin said, it just happens rather than making it up.

     Here's some photos from one of the community contexts - Shalom Village last Friday evening.

Steven Graduates High School!

Steven graduated from high school yesterday! The ceremony was at the ever-beautiful Red Rocks Amphitheater.
     Way to go, my boy (who is now a man for sure)!
     While Steven is modest about his accomplishments, I am not as far as he is concerned. So I am going to take a moment and share my pride about Steven:
  * He finished #4 in his class of 421 students;
  * His weighted grade point average for 4.2;
  * He successfully completed NINE advanced placement classes in high school, receiving 4 or 5s on all of them except one.
  * Steven started the philosophy club at Bear Creek High School, part of his legacy to his school.
     Steven has enrolled at the University of Denver for his undergraduate work (having received a chancellor's scholarship which made dad exceptionally happy!).
     Tomorrow night we will be having a graduation party for Steven, complete with live music from his band along with a bunch of other musician friends of ours. It should be quite the bash!
     Congratulations, Steven! Well done, we are very proud of you!

     

Step Up Enterprises: Grace first

The first value of Step Up Enterprises is, "Grace gives everyone a next step."
     Bono and U2 put it this way: "Grace finds beauty in everything."
     Philip Yancey says it this way: "Imperfection is the prerequisite for grace. Light only gets in through the cracks."
     Step Up is all about discovering the beauty perhaps buried deep inside a person. We are all about helping light get into the cracks of lives and so dispelling the darkness in our souls.
     We chose the photo below as one to go on the Step Up website. I love the photo because the sun is blasting onto the people and they are full of joy and hope! The silhouette reminds me that these people represent any and all of us ... that grace is not limited to a "holy few," but is offered to the imperfect and incomplete.

     

Everyone Has a Next Step

A few years ago, my friend Lizzy and I started a little company we called Step Up Enterprises. The tagline we came up with is, "because everyone has a next step."
     In recent weeks we have been working on expanding Step Up Enterprises and so I have been giving a lot of thought to the notion that everyone has a next step.
     When we started Step Up we also came up with a handful of core values which have helped us flesh out how and why everyone has a next step. The values are:
  1. Grace offers everyone a next step;
  2. Transition is a normal and healthy part of life, and is crucial to our growth;
  3. All of us sometimes need help to work through life's challenges;
  4. Emotionally healthy people give to others and empower the the community;
  5. Everyone can grow and lead a more fulfilling life.

     I am excited about what Step Up offers people - professional counseling, personal coaching, and organizational consulting. We are bringing on another experienced counselor, we are getting trained in ways to help people step up, and we want to expand our clientele.

     Growing a business is a lot of work. I'm thankful that Step Up is a business that I believe in and thus have energy for. 

They Call Me "the Blue"

Two day ago I had a bizarre experience in which my two worlds collided.
       I spent a day in Indianapolis with the Crescent Project (which trains the Church to reach out to Muslims), flew back to Denver in the early evening and rushed to a baseball field to umpire a game.
       In the matter of about 4 hours I was sitting in a conference room strategizing about Islam and then calling a kid out at first base!
       One of the coaches walked up to me after the first inning and asked, "how does it feel to be called 'the blue?' when you guys where black most of the time?" I chuckled at the question, thinking to myself that nobody in Indianapolis thinks of me as "the blue!"
     I actually love the divergent parts of my life - I go from intense conversations about Islam, Judaism, and matters of faith to calling balls and strikes. I walk onto a baseball diamond, enjoy the game, and walk off and it's over. It clears my head from the complexities of Isaac and Ishmael!

Finally Home

I travel extensively and it takes me more than an hour to get home from the Denver airport once I land there.
     When I drive up to my house I breathe a sigh of relief and say to myself, "Finally home." It's a small pleasure of life for me.
     My friend Jodi is "finally home" today, in a radically FULL way. Jodi died earlier this week after battling cancer for 3 years. Today is a memorial service at the church in Amsterdam where I used to pastor.
     There is nothing more bittersweet than celebrating the home-coming of a follower of Jesus. I ache to be in Amsterdam with many dear friends as they worship God, celebrate Jodi's life (on earth and in eternity) and grieve their loss. I would like to give Stefan (Jodi's husband) a big hug, even though I am not a hugger.
     My heart and mind often dull the brilliance of "being with Christ, which is better by far" as the Apostle Paul said. I get caught up in living in the moment that I am lulled into thinking that this earth is as good as it gets. My friend Jodi knows better! I am comforted, confronted, and challenged by how Jodi lived and by the reality that she is now fully alive with Jesus.

Billy Graham ... Nearing Home

Billy Graham is 93 years old. He published a book last year entitled, "Nearing Home" which I have just begun.
     I love the way Graham begins the book:
"I never thought I would live to be this old.
     "All my life I was taught how to die as a Christian, but no one ever taught me how I ought to live in the years before I die. I wish they had because I am an old man now, and believe me, it's not easy.
     "Whoever first said it was right: old age is not for sissies. Get any group of older people together, and I can almost guarantee what their favorite topic of conversation will be: their latest aches and pains."

"Oh, you made us laugh at life!"

Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it. ~ Helen Keller

This post is primarily for our friends in Holland and at Crossroads Amsterdam. I want to tell you a funny little interaction I had with Jodi Holzhausen in 2003 or 2004.

       Call this, "Behind the scenes between a pastor and elders!"
       Every year I met with two elders to do a performance evaluation/development review on me, i.e. how I was doing as pastor, areas of strength, areas of weakness.
       One year I met with two of our elders who are more on the "business" side of things. That review went well but it was a bit hard on me personally because it felt kind of "black and white" about what I did well and where I needed to grow.
       The following year I asked if Jodi could be one of the elders doing the review, along with Nico or Yvonne or another elder. So we met in my office at the ministry centre. Jodi was 5 or 10 minutes early and came into my office. She was clearly nervous about the meeting, kind of pacing around my office.
       A few minutes before Nico (the other elder) came in Jodi says to me, "OK, I have to be serious now. We're doing a performance evaluation on you." And she tries as hard as she can to get the smile off her face! She puts her hand over her mouth to hide the smile. And then she starts giggling quietly, and then louder.
       I look at her and ask what she is giggling about. She yells out, "I just love you and Susy so much!" And I just smile and laugh with her! It was a classic "Jodi moment" as only Jodi could be.
       We eventually sat down and had the evaluation and it went really well. Jodi smiled throughout, gave some input, laughed a lot, and just made me feel at ease.
       I look back at that meeting and what lasts is two things - first, Jodi lived fully into life, she seized every moment. The second is how much Jodi loved God and was filled with Jesus. That's really what lasts.

The Thread of Passover - Easter

Passover Seder at the barn in Lakewood with 50 or so friends.
Every year we do a Passover seder with friends just before Easter. I was reminded this week from friends on Facebook that I have facilitated seders for a long time and in a lot of places - from Geneva to Budapest to Pasadena to Amsterdam and now Denver.

       For many of us who follow Jesus this is the most important, poignant week of the year. Over time my understanding and "worldview" about "holy week" has filled out and hopefully matured.

       Most important is that I see the thread from the exodus from Egypt to an empty tomb as one story, rather than fragments to piece together. Here's why I say that:

       The Israelites were enslaved, in bondage and they sought an exodus from it. I believe deep in every human soul we are all seeking an exodus from the things that enslave us. We may look to a support group or a spouse or a counselor, but we all are seeking an exodus from our sin and brokenness.

       For many years I have understood that the exodus from Egypt was a foreshadowing of Jesus coming as the Lamb of God whose blood is shed for His people. None of that has changed for me. What has grown is that a PEOPLE was delivered from slavery, not just individuals. And so Jesus died for His PEOPLE, and that is both Jew and Gentile and the "ta ethene" (all nations) that he references in Matthew 28.

       Last year I finished writing a Passover Haggadah and we used it again this year. At the very end of the seder I recount how the father or grandfather proclaims to his family, "Next year in Jerusalem!" And with that statement is this deep pathos - yearning, ache for peace and rest and to be in God's presence.

       I wrote in the Haggadah that I have come to realize that such a yearning is God-implanted in us. And then I quote the book of Revelation in the New Testament which I believe is the fulfillment of that cry of the grandfather at the seder. Here is what I wrote:

"The tradition is for the head of the family (usually the grandfather) to proclaim to those gathered, “Next Year in Jerusalem!” with a hopeful and expectant voice. I have come to realize this is a prophetic voice, one that yearns to return to God and to fully be His people.
   Thus, in the book of Revelation the final glorious scene is of the NEW Jerusalem coming down from heaven. “I saw the Holy City, the New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a bride beautifully dressed for her husband. And I heard a loud voice from the thrown saying, ‘Now the dwelling of God is with men, and he will live with them. They will be his people, and God himself will be with them and will be their God!’” (Revelation 21:2-3)
   And so we declare: Next Year in the New Jerusalem!