"He who saves a life saves the world entire."

The Talmud states, "Whoever destroys a soul, it is considered as if he destroyed an entire world. And whoever saves a life, it is considered as if he saved an entire world." ~ Mishnah Sanhedrin 4:5; Babylonian Talmud Tractate Sanhedrin 37a

       The latter part of the passage was the inscription on the ring given to Oskar Schindler by the 1,100 Jewish workers in his factory, those who were fortunate enough to survive the Nazi genocide (see video clip below).
       Last night we sat around the fire pit and quoted this verse as four of us considered how one person's life trajectory could be changed by our actions. I was staggered by the influence God has given human beings, how much incredible good (and bad) we actually can do.
       Of course it is never enough. Schindler saved 1,100 people, but he regretted that he did not save more. And therein lies the tension - we might do something heroic, self-sacrificial which may help someone dramatically. It might even save a life. And yet there is always another orphan, another homeless person, another wayward soul who is desperate for help.
       Perhaps this is the precise place of the People of God - the Israel of God. Ultimately only God saves, but He uses a body of His followers who are His instruments of that saving power. In this sense the Talmud is correct, with a twist: He who God uses to save a life God uses to save the world entire - which is His good plan in the end.

Today I Turned 50

Today I turned 50 years old! This was my day -
I woke and kissed my wife Susy good morning - reminding me how fortunate I am that half of these 50 years have been spent with her!
       We went to New York Bagels and had bagels and cream cheese - reminding that I am Jewish (as if I needed reminding)
       Later in the morning I went to see my counselor therapist - reminding me that at 50 years old I am still a bit of a mess and need to grow up.
       In the afternoon I got a great massage - reminding me that I am 50 years old;
       Susy and I went out to dinner for sushi;
       In the evening we sat around the fire pit with our good friends Dan and Lizzy, sipping an amazing bottle of 20-year-old port which Dan brought, smoking an amazing Padron cigar, and having life-giving conversation, which we very often do with Dan and Lizzy;
       This evening I applied for my AARP card. Can't wait for the discounts to begin!

"Better is a handful of quietness..."

"Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil and a striving after wind." ~ Ecclesiastes 4:6

I live a loud life - on the phone, on Skype, on planes, trains, and automobiles. I'm on the go a lot. I like it that way (most of the time).
       Then I read, "Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil." Ugh! Hmmm....
       Some years ago I learned a valuable lesson when I "hit a wall" because I was living to loud, too fast, too frantic. It has to do with rhythm and pace.
       I can live loud for seasons but not for years. When I work I work hard. Then I need to  unplug and "play hard." For me this is what it looks like to be a recovering Type A personality.
       So I listen carefully to God's wisdom in the book of Ecclesiastes - to discover again and again a "handful of quietness" and to not allow myself to be overrun by "two hands full of toil." This is very good for my soul, especially as I turn 50 years old in a few hours.

Ecclesiastes 3: A Time for Everything

These words from Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 for too familiar for some of us. I have spent some time the past days dwelling (lectio divine) on the words that are highlighted.

For everything there is a season,

a right time for every intention under heaven —

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a time to be born and a time to die,

a time to plant and a time to uproot,

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a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,

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a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,

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a time to throw stones and a time to gather stones,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain,

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a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to discard,

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a time to tear and a time to sew,

a time to keep silent and a time to speak,

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a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

Comforting words and haunting words - all at once. Much to contemplate and dwell on.

A Search for Jesus

I do not personally know Billie Mintz, but I am intrigued by his quest. He is a film-maker in Los Angeles who is searching for Jesus. I hope I get to meet Billie some time and share my faith journey with him.
       Have a look at the trailer created for his 40 Days of Jesus trek.

Forty Days Trailer - Extended Version from Imagin8r on Vimeo.

Reading Ecclesiastes the Week I Turn 50

I am reading the Book of Ecclesiastes this week before I turn 50 years old. I am reading it in multiple versions: NIV, NLT, The Message. I have to chuckle at The Message paraphrase sometimes, although it does hit close to home as I consider turning 50. Here's what I mean:
"Life’s a corkscrew that can’t be straightened,A minus that won’t add up."

~ Eccl. 1:15

"Much learning earns you much trouble.The more you know, the more you hurt."

~ Eccl. 1:18

"Then I took a good look at everything I’d done, looked at all the sweat and hard work. But when I looked, I saw nothing but smoke. Smoke and spitting into the wind. There was nothing to any of it. Nothing."

~ Eccl. 2:11

"The best you can do with your life is have a good time and get by the best you can. The way I see it, that’s it—divine fate. Whether we feast or fast, it’s up to God. God may give wisdom and knowledge and joy to his favorites, but sinners are assigned a life of hard labor, and end up turning their wages over to God’s favorites. Nothing but smoke—and spitting into the wind."

~ Eccl. 2:24-26

Now don't get depressed by this blog! There is more to Ecclesiastes than chapters 1 and 2. I will post more in the coming days before my birthday.

What Ministry People Can Learn from Lincoln

Abraham Lincoln has a lot to teach those of us who are pastors and in ministry, especially when it comes to sacrifice, suffering, and servanthood.
       Lincoln once said, "Nearly all men can stand adversity, but if you want to test a man's character, give him power."
       When people have power (such as when I was a senior pastor of a large church) you eventually get to see their character.
       In the case of some of us in executive leadership positions, our character is wanting when the going gets tough.
       Here are three "quiet" ways leaders exercise great servant leadership:
1) They sacrifice first. When the church or ministry budget has to be cut (as many have the past several years), the senior leader takes the first and deepest cut. Always. I find it strange that churches and ministries are so hush-hush about the compensation of their leaders. Would we feel awkward or embarrassed if people knew our salary? If so I suspect something is wrong.
2) They deflect attention from themselves and onto the success of others. Lincoln did this the many times he acknowledged and honored the soldiers who had died on the battlefields of the Civil War. The war and the issues around it was never about Lincoln himself and him protecting himself.
3) They are generous in success and humble in failure. Lincoln said, "The probability that we may fail in the struggle ought not to deter us from the support of a cause we believe to be just." I do not know what is more challenging for a leader - success or failure. I have observed that when leaders are successful there is a great temptation to become their own "god," shutting themselves off from others' input. Rather than becoming self-effacing they can become self-absorbed and self-obsessed.
       I personally know a few leaders who, at the moment, are sacrificing greatly for the good of their ministries and congregations. The vast majority of people do not even know of these leaders' sacrifices. That's how these leaders would want it - no fanfare, no applause. Just humble spirits who want to serve people with grace.

Grabbing a Ref, Really?

Last week on national television Bill Belichick grabbed a referee after the game. Belichick was trying to stop him to get an explanation of a field goal call.
       Belichick was fined $50,000 by the NFL. This might seem like a lot of money to us, but it .0066% of Belicheck's $7.5 million annual salary. But this is not even the real issue.
       And the issue is not that these are "replacement refs."
       The point is this - does a football game matter THAT much that you need to grab a referee? What IS the place of sports (youth leagues to professional) in our mixed up culture!
       Last summer I was umpiring a baseball game in the "Global World Series" in Colorado (by the way, it was NOT a global tournament and was NOT a WORLD series). It WAS a very competitive tournament with teams from all over the Midwest and Mountain states.
       There was an ALL-GIRLS team in an all-boys tournament. And the girls were very,very good. I umpired a game in which the girls came back from a 7-0 deficit and won 8-7. In the last inning when they went from losing 7-6 to winning 8-7 I called one of the boys out on a called-strike-three.
      The head coach rushed at me from his position as third base coach. The coach proceeded to bump in the chest. I ejected the coach, which also means he cannot coach the following game either.
      The next game was played by this same boys' team and a different opponent. The head coach was on the bench coaching his team! I called the umpire director and asked why he was on the field. The director told me that the tournament director made this decision. Why? Because the team paid a lot of money to be there and the coach would pull his players off the field and would demand their money back.
       Believe me, I am NOT comparing myself with the NFL and professional sports. But there IS something in me that screams, STOP IT, when it comes to the competitiveness in sports. Not just in America either, by the way.
       Can we not direct our passion and energy to other more worthwhile causes or interests can the competition on a football field or baseball diamond? Are there not other more worthy causes than who wins my kid's baseball game?

A First Reflection on Peace Talks

Sometimes I scratch my head and wonder how I got to this point in my life and ministry.
       Last night we hosted our first ever "Peace Talks" - a conversation between an Arab (Fouad), and Afghan (Mariya), and a Jew (me). Mariya's expression in the photo at left captured something of my emotion around this gathering.
       Could it be that an Arab, a Persian, and a Jew can learn to relate, to understand each other, to work and minister together? Well that's what the three of us are seeking to do.
       I realized last night that we do not embrace diversity for diversity sake. We embrace diversity because it is a reflection of the Kingdom of God, a reflection of God's design for His creation.
       It also dawned on me that perhaps the greatest testimony we have to Muslims and Jews is a diverse community of Christ followers who are committed to loving each other and learning to relate to God through each other's experiences and culture.

       

Tonight is Peace Talks!

Tonight we host the first "Peace Talks" as part of Shalom Village and our regular Friday gatherings in Denver.
       We will have a dialog between a Jew (me), an Arab (Fouad), and an Afghan/Persian (Mariya). It is an unscripted conversation about faith, culture, and our growing friendship - all under the umbrella of following Jesus as Lord and being part of His Kingdom coming on earth as it is in heaven.
       I am both expectant and anxious. Part of me only wants a few people to show up (and people that I know well). Another part of me wants there to be a larger group with a lot of diversity of opinion. But no mud slinging, please.
       Once again I am sensitive to the fact that most of us stay in our cultural and religious bubbles - Jews with jews, Arabs with Arabs, Muslims with Muslims, etc. It is rare indeed for a Jew, an Arab, and an Afghan to share an evening together and to learn to listen to each other's stories and to understand a bit more of their worldviews.
       I will let you know how Peace Talks goes tonight. Check the blog over the weekend.

A Day in My Life

This was my day yesterday:
     * In the morning I attended a Yom Kippur service for a couple of hours. About 1,500 other Jewish people and me in a conservative synagogue in south Denver.
     * In the afternoon I spent time on the phone with my Lebanese Arab colleague and writing a funding proposal for an online outreach effort to reach Muslims;
     * In the late afternoon I umpired a youth baseball game. I worked behind the plate calling balls and strikes;
     * In the evening Susy and I went to the University of Denver to hear a panel discussion on, "Can We Avert War with Iran?" Fascinating!

Life is full and rich for me at the moment.

My Sadness at Yom Kippur

Facebook Post from a Jewish Acquaintance Today:
Generic Yom Kippur status update asking general forgiveness from everyone who I may have wronged. Ok? We good now? Perfect! Shana Tova!

       Most years since I became a follower of Jesus Christ I feel deeply sad on the eve of Yom Kippur. The evening before is called "Kol Nidre," meaning "all vows."
       Kol Nidre is an ancient prayer (in Aramaic originally) in which all vows, oaths, and prohibitions are repudiated by the people of Israel. The scene is a courtroom where there is a judge, a prosecutor, a defendant. The defendant is guilty and pleads for mercy. Courtrooms are depressing to me.
       The next day is Yom Kippur, the Day of Atonement. It is the one day of the year that Jews believe God opens the Book of Life and decides whose names will be written in it for the next year.
       How does he decide? In the mind of a Jew there is a vague notion that God weighs our good deeds and bad deeds and make a judgement. Yom Kippur gives us the opportunity to repent, to "throw away" all of our sins of the last year and to start with a clean slate.
       I love the Jewish people (MY people), but I am so heavy-hearted at Yom Kippur. This holiday (more than any other Jewish holiday) is a dead-end street in many ways today; it's a dramatic picture of how religious ritual alone ultimately falls short. What is most frustrating to me is that Yom Kippur so powerfully foreshadows the Messiah - the Lamb who was slain! And yet the Jewish people miss it.
       Tomorrow morning I hope to go to a Yom Kippur service. Possibly a messianic one, possibly a traditional one. I will wear my yarmulke and tallis, I will recite the prayers. And I will carry a sadness for my people, and will pray that they seek and find their Messiah.

$50,000 per plate?

What are you served for your meal at a $50,000 per plate dinner? Presidential political campaigns (both Republican and Democrat) do these fundraisers quite a bit.
       Are people served a whole chicken with a 14 carat gold nugget in the cavity? Are the wine glasses gold-plated and can you take one home?
       It simply boggles my mind that someone would pay $50,000 to go to a dinner.
       Estimates are that the presidential campaigns will spend more than $1 billion (that's BIllion with a B) to get either Romney or Obama elected. I find this amount as disgusting as the $16 trillion debt owed by our country.
       Imagine the good $1 billion could do in the hands of servant leaders of non-profits who help the poor, work with people in job re-training, assist people with mental health challenges, reach out to the marginalized and under-represented, help an entrepreneur start an innovative new business. Wow, ONE BILLION BUCKS!
       I have never given money to a political campaign and long before the current political season I chose that my wallet would stay in my pocket. To those of you who are glancing at this blog, I would strongly urge you to redirect those dollars from politics to other worthy causes. Let's choke off the money supply to all political campaigns and get on with the much more important things of life.

Pastrami on Rye ... extra mustard

My colleague Paul and I went to Shapiro's Deli in Indianapolis yesterday. I had pastrami on rye, extra mustard. He had a Reuben.
       Delicious!
       I walked into the deli and expected people working there to be Jewish, and to have strong New York accents. They were neither Jewish nor did they have accents. And... nobody was rude!
       Paul and I walked up to the counter and a nice young woman asked if we were ready to order. I said that we were not yet and she said, "That's OK, take your time."
       I knew right away, "we are not in New Yawk anymore!" This brief encounter made me suspicious about the quality of the pastrami. Somehow pastrami and corned beef tastes more authentic if you are insulted first by your server.
       But my fears were calmed moments later when I saw a sign on the counter that said, "Beef Tongue, $22.95 per lb." Ah yes, made me feel at home with my people!

The Passing of a Quiet Saint

I encountered Jan Cowles only three times. Oh how I wish it had been more.
       Jan went to be with the Lord earlier this week after battling cancer. I had heard of him from numerous good friends who were very close with Jan.
       The first time I met Jan was at a little coffee shop where he was playing guitar along with our mutual friend Jim. I do not remember speaking with Jan that night, but I do remember no less than 5 people at the cafe mentioning what a gem of a guys he is, how gracious and gentle of spirit.
       The next time I saw Jan was at a conference on the Bible and the Holocaust. I had gotten hot under the collar about some of the comments from attendees, and I spoke up loud and clear. Jan was sitting in the row behind me (which I did not know). During a coffee break I felt a hand on my shoulder and a soft whisper from behind, "Can I sit down with you, Brian?" It was Jan. I melted into the seat. 
       We spoke for a few minutes, he asked a lot of questions, peered deeply into my eyes. It felt like I was meeting Jesus. Really.
       The last time I met up with Jan was less than a year ago at my office. He came to find out about Shalom Village and my work with Muslims and Jews. I seem to remember that I did most of the talking, he listened intently, and we prayed together. As he walked out he wished me well. My life was full of shalom at that moment, in large part because of this encounter with Jan.
       One important measure of a life is what a person leaves behind. In a word, LEGACY. I spent this evening reading tributes to Jan on his Facebook page. Here is a man who has finished oh so well - intimate with God and Jesus, intimate with family and friends, having deeply impacted many people's lives for the good, a humble and kind servant.
       I will miss Jan, even though I hardly knew him. For those closest to him I pray for God's grace to carry you in these days of grief.