tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-250086502024-03-07T03:24:48.778-05:00why not?a blog of questions, comments and quotes...inspired by this challenge: You see things; and you say, 'Why?'
But I dream things that never were; and I say, "Why not?" -George Bernard ShawTim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.comBlogger841125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-77952666103786963932014-12-30T19:40:00.001-05:002014-12-30T20:56:59.574-05:00Matt's Day. Again.December 30th is Matt's Day in our home.<br />
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He died on this day at age 23 in 2001. He was killed by a drunk driver speeding down the wrong way on I69 between I469 and the Dupont South exit. We think of him almost every time we drive past that spot. Which is often.<br />
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And we do little things on this day to remember him, though I think of him a lot anyway. Today I wore his old Montreal Canadiens NHL jersey. And listened to Rusted Root, Weezer, Wallflowers, and DMB in his honor. <br />
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I also make a point to sit and reflect about life and death, love and forgiveness, meaning and hope. I've not always handled well the tragic death of my little brother Matt. Thoughts of his death can easily fuel morose musings of the meaninglessness of life. That's where Kierkegaard comes in so handy. He has been an essential friend and guide in the many years since Matt was killed. <br />
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This evening I read and reflect in front of a lovely fire while the temperature outside dips down, down, down into deep chilliness. The heat of the fireplace, though, directs my heart towards learning to love my dead brother Matt.<br />
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You'd think that death ends the love two brothers have for each other. But St. Paul writes that "love abides." What does that mean for those that protest death and grieve the dead? Kierkegaard writes words that kindle hope for a love that abides, in this life and the next:<br />
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<i>The one who truly loves never falls away from love.</i><br />
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<i>He can never reach the breaking point. Yet, is it always possible to prevent a break in a relationship between two persons, especially when the other has given up? One would certainly not think so. Is not one of the two enough to break the relationship? </i><br />
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<i>In a certain sense it is so. But if the lover is determined to no fall away from love, he can prevent the break, he can perform this miracle; for if he perseveres, a total break can never really come to be. </i><br />
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<i>By abiding, the one who loves transcends the power of the past. He transforms the break into a possible new relationship, a future possibility. </i><br />
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<i>The lover who abides belongs to the future, to the eternal. From the angle of the future, the break is not really a break, but rather a possibility. But the powers of the eternal are needed for this. The lover must abide in love, otherwise the heartache of the past still has the power to keep alive the break. </i></blockquote>
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It is too easy to let hate and bitterness rule my heart in response to the senseless death of my brother. It's been hard work to make sense of his tragedy and let love reign over it. There were regrets I had about our relationship.<br />
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I wanted to be a better big brother. I should have been there for him more. More present and interested in him. I was busy launching my own life, getting married, finishing up school, starting a church. I was there for some of his big moments. But not for any of the little ones.<br />
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It's been difficult to figure out what kind of future I can have with my dead brother when the years preceding his death were seeds for regret after his funeral. <br />
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<i>The whole thing depends upon how the relationship is regarded, and the lover - he abides.</i><br />
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<i>Can anyone determine how long a silence must be in order to say, now there is no more conversation? </i><br />
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<i>Put the past out of the way; drown it in the forgiveness of the eternal by abiding in love. Then the end is the beginning and there is no break!</i><br />
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<i>But the one who loves abides. "I will abide," he says. "Therefore we are still on the path of life together." And is this not so?</i><br />
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<i>What marvelous strength love has! The most powerful word that has ever been said, God's creative word, is: "Be." But the most powerful word any human being has ever said is, "I abide."</i><br />
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<i>Reconciled to himself and to his conscience, the one who loves goes without defense into the most dangerous battle. He only says: "I abide." But he will conquer, conquer by his abiding.</i><br />
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<i>There is no misunderstanding that cannot be conquered by his abiding, no hate that can ultimately hold up to his abiding - in eternity if not sooner. If time cannot, at least the eternal shall wrench away the other's hate. </i><br />
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<i>Yes, the eternal will open his eyes for love. In this way love never fails - it abides.</i></blockquote>
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May these curing words of Kierkegaard impart a fresh perspective on the breaches of love in your life. As you grieve and mourn the deaths in your life, may you learn to abide in love. Death will come for us all. We may not get to choose our death day, but we do get to choose to abide in love all the days we have left. <br />
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<i>That's what I'm choosing to learn to do on Matt's day. </i><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;">Love abides.</span></i></b>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-70754937477665081202014-04-16T09:00:00.000-04:002014-04-16T09:00:05.858-04:00Our God Is Able: Martin Luther King Jr. and The Strength to Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"Now unto him that is able to keep you from falling." Jude 24</i><br />
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<b>At the center of the Christian faith is the conviction that in the universe there is a God of power who is able to do exceedingly abundant things in nature and in history.</b> This conviction is stressed over and over in the Old and the New Testaments.<br />
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Theologically, this affirmation is expressed in the doctrine of the omnipotence of God. The God whom we worship is not a weak and incompetent God. <i>He is able to beat back gigantic waves of opposition and to bring low prodigious mountains of evil. </i><br />
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<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The ringing testimony of the Christian faith is that God is able.</span></b><br />
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The devotees of the new man-centered religion point to the spectacular advances of modern science as justification for their faith. But alas! something has shaken the faith of those who have made the laboratory "the new cathedral of men's hopes." The instruments which yesterday were worshipped today contain cosmic death, threatening to plunge all of us into the abyss of annihilation.<br />
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<i>Man is not able to save himself or the world. </i>Unless he is guided by God's spirit, his new-found scientific power will become a devastating Frankenstein monster that will bring to ashes his earthly life.<br />
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At times other forces cause us to question the ableness of God. The stark and colossal reality of evil in the world - what Keats calls "the giant agony of the world"; ruthless floods and tornadoes that wipe away people as though they were weeds in an open field; ills like insanity plaguing some individuals from birth and reducing their days to tragic cycles of meaninglessness; the madness of war and the barbarity of man's inhumanity to man - <i><b>why, we ask, do these things occur if God is able to prevent them?</b></i><br />
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This problem, namely, the problem of evil, has always plagued the mind of man. <i>I would limit my response to an assertion that much of the evil which we experience is caused by man's folly and ignorance and also by the misuse of his freedom. </i>Beyond this, I can say only that there is and always will be a penumbra of mystery surrounding God.<br />
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What appears at the moment to be evil may have a purpose that our infinite minds are incapable of comprehending. <i>So in spite of the presence of evil and the doubts that lurk in our minds, we shall wish not to surrender the conviction that God is able. </i><br />
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Let us notice that God is able to subdue all the powers of evil. In affirming that God is able to conquer evil we admit the reality of evil. Christianity has never dismissed evil as illusory, or an error of the mortal mind. It reckons with evil as a force that has objective reality.<br />
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<b>But Christianity contends that evil contains the seeds of its own destruction. </b><br />
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History is the story of evil forces that advance with seemingly irresistible power only to be crushed by the battering rams of the forces of justice. <i>There is a law in the moral world - a silent, invisible imperative, akin to the always in the physical world - which reminds us that life will work only in a certain way. </i><br />
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In our own nation another unjust and evil system, known as segregation, for nearly one hundred years inflicted the Negro with a sense of inferiority, deprived him of his personhood, and denied him his birthright of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Segregation has been the Negroe's burden and America's shame. But as on the world scale, so in our nation, the wind of change began to blow. One event has followed another to bring a gradual end to the system of segregation. Today we know with certainty that segregation is dead. The only question remaining is how costly will be the funeral.<br />
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These great changes are not mere political and sociological shifts. <i>They represent the passing of systems that were born in injustice, nurtured in inequality, and reared in exploitation.</i> They represent the inevitable decay of any system based on principles that are not in harmony with the moral laws of the universe.<br />
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When in future generations men look back upon these turbulent, tension packed days through which we are passing, they will see God working through history for the salvation of man. They will know that God was working through those men who had the vision to perceive that no nation could survive half slave and half free.<br />
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<i><b>God is able to conquer the evils of history. </b></i>His control is never usurped. If at times we despair because of the relatively slow progress being made in ending racial discrimination and if we become disappointed because of the undue cautiousness of the federal government, let us gain new heart in the fact that God is able.<br />
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In our sometimes difficult and often lonesome walk up freedom's road, we do not walk alone. <b>God walks with us. </b><br />
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He has placed within the very structure of this universe certain absolute moral laws. <i>We can neither defy nor break them.<b> </b></i><b>If we disobey them, they will break us. </b>The forces of evil may temporarily conquer truth, but truth will ultimately conquer its conqueror. Our God is able.<br />
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<i><b>Let us notice, finally, that God is able to give us interior resources to confront the trials and difficulties of life. </b></i>Each of us faces circumstances in life which compel us to carry heavy burdens of sorrow. Adversity assails us with hurricane force. Glowing sunrises are transformed into darkest nights. Our highest hopes are blasted and our noblest dreams are shattered.<br />
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Christianity has never overlooked these experiences. They come inevitably.<br />
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Like the rhythmic alternation in the natural order, life has the glittering sunlight of its summers and the piercing chill of its winters. Days of unutterable joy are followed by days of overwhelming sorrow. Life brings periods of flooding and periods of drought.<br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Admitting the weighty problems and staggering disappointments, Christianity affirms that God is able to give us the power to meet them. </span></i></b><br />
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He is able to give us the inner equilibrium to stand tall amid the trials and burdens of life. He is able to provide inner peace amid the outer storms. <i>The inner stability of the man of faith is Christ's chief legacy to his disciples.</i> <b>He offers neither material resources nor a magical formula that exempts us from suffering and persecution, but he brings an imperishable gift: <i>"Peace I leave with you."</i> </b>This is the peace that passeth all understanding.<br />
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<i>At times we may feel that we do not need God, but on the day when the storms of disappointment rage, the winds of disaster blow, and the tidal waves of grief beat against our lives, if we do not have a deep and patient faith our emotional lives will be ripped to shreds.</i><br />
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There is so much frustration in the world because we have relied on gods rather than God. We have genuflected before the god of science only to find that it has given us the atomic bomb, producing fears and anxieties that science can never mitigate. We have worshipped the god of pleasure only to discover that thrills play out and sensations are short-lived. We have bowed before the god of money only to learn that there are such things as love and friendship that money cannot buy and that in a world of possible depressions, stock market crashes, and bad business investments, money is a rather uncertain deity. These transitory gods are not able to save us or bring happiness to the human heart.<br />
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<b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Only God is able. </span></i></b><br />
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It is faith in him that we must rediscover. With this faith we can transform bleak and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of joy and bring new light into the dark caverns of pessimism.<br />
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Is someone here moving toward the twilight of life and fearful of that which we call death? Why be afraid? God is able. Is someone here on the brink of despair because of the death of a loved one, the breaking of a marriage, or the waywardness of a child? Why despair? God is able to give you the power to endure that which cannot be changed. <b><i>Come what may, God is able. </i></b><br />
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Let this affirmation be our ringing cry.<i> It will give us courage to face the uncertainties of the future. </i>It will give our feet new strength as we continue our forward stride toward the city of freedom.<br />
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When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds and our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a great benign Power in the universe whose name is God, <i>and he is able to make a way out of no way, </i>and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows.<br />
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[selections taken from pages 107-114, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Strength-first-Edition-Martin-Luther/dp/B00BUW44J0/ref=sr_1_7?ie=UTF8&qid=1397619666&sr=8-7&keywords=strength+to+love+king" target="_blank">Strength to Love</a>]<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This sermon of MLK was read in preparation for the Easter Sunday 2014 sermon entitled, "The Resurrection and Why God Let's Bad Things Happen to Good People." So much of the MLK sermon connected with my developing thoughts for my own sermon. By typing out many of the thoughts and paragraphs of his sermon, I hope to spread his message while also letting it shape my own.</span><br />
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<br />Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-34622422312239944922013-10-20T08:54:00.000-04:002013-10-20T08:54:32.565-04:00Anchor & 15 Years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Today marks Sunday number 781 for Anchor Community Church! </i><br />
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For fifteen years we've been gathering for worship in the 3rd Street neighborhood. We've believed from Sunday number 1 that there ought to be an overflow effect - all this worship in one place for all those years ought to make a difference in our community.<br />
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That's why it's always been extra special when we see our neighbors walking to church. And why there's always extra joy in working together to serve our neighborhood. Is our neighborhood better off because of Anchor after a decade and a half? I hope to God it is.<br />
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I could point to the Youth Center, our Community Connections Ministry, the 46808 Neighborhood Churches Partnership, the work with Associated Churches, NeighborLinkFW, Habitat for Humanity, A Hope Center, and Community Harvest Food Bank, our ministry with Redemption House, the years of VBS and Neighborhood Clean Up Days, the Halloween Maze, the meetings with Judge Charlie Pratt.<br />
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I could point to the baptisms of men, women, youth and children. Each one a sacred and special moment for our congregation and neighborhood. Each life consecrated to God and part of the Kingdom of God, sent into a big world way beyond the sidewalks of our neighborhood block.<br />
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I could point to the men and women who have been called into ministry while part of Anchor. Or the ministry opportunities we have provided for people where their faith and love has been stretched and then stretched some more.<br />
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<b><i>There will be eternal gratitude for every single person who has ever been part of Anchor Community Church.</i></b><br />
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Hundreds and hundreds of people have been part of our congregation for the past fifteen years. I suppose you could say it's a sign of failure that they all didn't stay. I look at it as an opportunity for blessing. God has had his plans for Anchor - and apparently it's included allowing a wide diversity of people to serve and lead, to be served and saved while part of this congregation.<br />
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In learning to submit to what God has been doing amongst us, it's included learning to graciously receive whomever He brings to our church - and then letting go when it's time for God to send them out into his Kingdom work elsewhere. Whether for a long time or short time - God has brought so many wonderful people into our congregation to bless them and us, to challenge and stretch our faith, to ask of us more than we thought we could give.<br />
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<i>Being part of Anchor is not for the weak of heart.</i> It takes a lot of faith and love to be part of Anchor. And hope. Whether it's God planting seeds of faith, hope and love - or asking you to pour it out into others - there is a unique challenge to being part of this church.<br />
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In our welcome to our neighbors and city, we've learned to befriend a wide range of people from many walks of life. With where our church is located, we've been especially sensitive to the people who walk into our congregation with a broken heart and wounded soul. Anchor has sometimes felt like a field hospital for sinners. Lots of emergencies, tremendous crisis, tragic stories, unending pain. But it's been in those moments where our faith, love and hope has been used by God in unimaginable ways.<br />
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<i>From field hospital to table of hospitality,</i> we've learned to embrace as friends and family people who God brings our way for help and healing, and then let them turn around and out of their woundedness warmly welcome others who are hurting.<br />
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<b><i>As difficult as this Gospelwork is, what else would I rather want to do with my life? </i></b>To be part of a community where I need more faith then yesterday, where I am invited to give and receive more love then I thought capable, and to need more hope than ever.<br />
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When Anchor had it's first Sunday, Tara and I were a few years out of college, I was getting ready to celebrate my 24th birthday in about a week, no kids and the future in front of us. A lot has changed since then. A lot of life, a lot of death, a lot of growing up. And God has used Anchor as an anchor for our family.<i> Our congregation has been a source of safety and security in the many storms that have come our way.</i><br />
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I've had to do a lot of maturing while pastoring Anchor. I know that the congregation poured out much grace and mercy upon me as their young pastor. Sometimes I shudder at the sermons and leadership decisions that Anchor had to endure while I did my growing up. But I've never felt like the congregation was "putting up with me." <i>It's been mounds and mounds of generosity, graciousness, and gratefulness.</i><br />
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When I transitioned from my pastoral internship at Emmanuel Community Church to the lead pastor role at Anchor, I determined to serve for at least ten years. I figured I would need that kind of longevity to both learn how to pastor but also help Anchor establish it's ministry and make a difference in the neighborhood. Soon after we started I put together a 30 to 50 year plan, looking forward to what could be if God allowed us to stay with Anchor. We blew past the first decade, and now we're halfway through the next. Here's what I wrote in January 2001, a few years into our journey as Anchor:<br />
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<b>* To be a true anchor for the neighborhood</b> amidst the chaos of spiritual ignorance and indifference, broken families and friendships, educational apathy and isolated neighbors. <br />
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<b>* To be an influential neighborhood church</b> that is the hub of activities for the community in a 10 block radius.<br />
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<b>* To be a church that faithfully and effectively encourages and equips more people </b>to love God and to love people as they reach out to seekers and build up believers (become fully devoted followers of Christ). <br />
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<b>* To be a great-great-great-great-great-great grandparent church </b>that continually evolves and reinvents itself in order to faithfully and effectively fulfill the purpose of Anchor. <br />
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<b>* To be a church where people can learn to live a life of grace and truth (love)</b> and engage in activities that will enable them to leave a faith-full legacy. <br />
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<b>* To be a church where many people regularly respond to the call </b>to be missionaries, pastors, teachers and evangelists.<br />
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<b>* To be an encourager and equipper to other residential neighborhood churches </b>so that they too may become faithful and effective in fulfilling The Purpose.</blockquote>
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While I might phrase it a bit different now, the arc of ministry is still the same. What we started way back then is still being played out, one way or another. Change happens so fast and often, it can be hard to stay on course. And it can be too easy to get discouraged. Pessimism sneaks in and questions everything. It's in moments like that which I remember our founding verse in Hebrews 6:19-20a<br />
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Jesus is the anchor for my family, our church, and our community. Whatever doubts and fears assail our hearts, we remember that Christ is with us, and we are with him, and it is His kingdom work which we are joining.<br />
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Whatever kind of anchoring we are for the community, it is by him and for him. He casts us forth into the sands and reefs of our community amidst storms or in harbors at his will, we go as he sends us, knowing that is he is here.<br />
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I'll close my reminiscing with this quote from Dietrich Bonhoeffer, it comes from a collection of his writings that my Dad gave to me a few Christmas' before his death. I'm thankful to my Dad and Dietrich for the words that point me to Christ, fueling faith, hope and love into the future. <br />
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<i>"The essence of optimism is not its view of the present, but the fact that it is the inspiration of life and hope when others give in; it enables people to hold their heads high when everything seems to be going wrong; it gives them strength to sustain reverses and yet to claim the future for themselves instead of abandoning it to their opponents. </i><br />
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It is true that there is a silly, cowardly kind of optimism, which we must condemn. <br />
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<i>But the optimism that is will for the future should never be despised, even if it is proven wrong a hundred times; it is health and vitality, and the sick person has no business to impugn it. </i><br />
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There are people who regard it as frivolous, and some Christians think it impious for anyone to hope and prepare for a better earthly future. <br />
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They think that the meaning of present events is chaos, disorder, and catastrophe; and in resignation or pious escapism they surrender all responsibility for reconstruction and for future generations. <br />
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<i><b>It may be that the day of judgment will dawn tomorrow; and in that case, though not before, we shall gladly stop working for a better future."</b></i></blockquote>
Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-38547410863498105482013-09-13T07:20:00.000-04:002013-09-13T07:23:31.256-04:00On Being an Adult & Becoming Fully PresentHow do you know when you are grown up? For us guys, when are you a man? What makes an adult an "adult"?<br />
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This extended quote from Dietrich Bonhoeffer, taken from his<b><i> Letters and Papers from Prison</i></b>, resonated with me when it came to discerning some characteristics of being an adult.<br />
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But is it not characteristic of adults, in contrast to an immature person, that their center of gravity is always where they actually are, and that the longing for their fulfillment of their wishes cannot prevent them from being their whole self, wherever they happen to be?<br />
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The adolescent is never wholly in one place; that is one of the essential characteristics of youth, else he would presumably be a dullard.<br />
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There is a wholeness about the fully grown adult which enables a person to face an existing situation squarely. Adults may have their longings, but they keep them out of sight, and somehow master them; and the more they have to overcome in order to live fully in the present, the more they will have the respect and confidence of other people, especially the younger ones, who are still on the road that the adult has already travelled.<br />
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Desires to which we cling closely can easily prevent us from being what we ought to be and can be; and on the other hand, desires repeatedly mastered for the sake of present duty make us richer. Lack of desire is poverty.<br />
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Almost all the people whom I find in my present surroundings in prison cling to their own desires, and so have no interest in others; they no longer listen, and they are incapable of loving their neighbor. I think that even in this place we ought to live as if we had no wishes and no future, and just be our true selves.</blockquote>
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When I think of my desires - to be a great dad and husband, to make a lasting difference in the world, to pastor a church that transforms lives - I get inspired and overwhelmed. I love the idea behind the desires, but the burden of making them come true can be overwhelming. They are good desires. But I can let the desires - which are very much forward oriented - take me away from being fully present now.<br />
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And no greatness comes from living in the past or the future. In fact, at times, these desires have produced self-loathing and depression in me - for I felt that me being me would undermine my ability to fulfill my desires to great things! On this side of that darkness, I am becoming more open to becoming more present by mastering my desires and focusing on the duties set out before me.<br />
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And I am guided forward by Bonhoeffer's comments on being an adult by becoming fully present with my whole self. In whatever situation I find myself as a man, a dad and husband, a pastor or neighbor - being present as Tim is more vital than letting my desires fuel my actions and wrench me a way to the future.<br />
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My future-oriented desires undermine the vitality of what is happening right now. I suppose the same would work for my past-oriented desires of regret or nostalgia.<br />
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I know that I don't want to become the kind of person who takes no interest in others, doesn't listen, and is incapable of loving my neighbor. Learning to master all my desires, no matter how noble I think some of them feel, acknowledging them without fueling them, will help me live in the present and embrace the duties that God and society have presented to me in the now.Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-29232867596642024402013-08-23T09:57:00.000-04:002013-08-23T09:57:43.816-04:00Hiss! Roar!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My brother Ben used to say stuff like that all time. <br />
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You ask him a question, he'd reply, "Hiss! Roar!" You ask him to pass the bowl of veggies at the dinner table, he'd hand it to you accompanied with a "Hiss! Roar!" <br />
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Why did he say that kind of stuff? Who knows. That's what made it funny. <br />
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Him and Matt always came up with bizarre but catchy and cool phrases to throw around as substitutes for normal answers. The dinner table was a sacred time for our family, but it became a comedy club once we got older. Ben would sing most of his way through supper, serenading us with the most obnoxious commercial jingles. He had a good voice too, which helped the tune stick in my head long after we had cleared the dinner plates. When we complained, he just smirked and sang a different one. Now I had two annoying melodies in my head. <br />
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Personally, I would never had thought of the odd phrases generated by Ben and Matt. It would never have occurred to me to memorize lame commercial jingles and then sing them loudly and often when people gathered in the house. There's plenty of things that Matt and Ben did that would have never crossed my mind to do. <br />
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But now I do. Pretty much only with my kids. It's a way, I guess, for me to remember Ben and carry him around in my heart. It's one of the ways I'm not the same, nineteen years later. I think I'm done being sad. I don't miss him anymore, not really, since it's been so long. I still sometimes wonder how life would be different with him here. We'd all be a lot more jolly, that's for sure! <br />
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I've come to realize that I've been carrying around Ben in me all these years. I don't have to try to remember him, I just do. And he's influenced me, so that I do things he would do. That's why I don't miss him as much, because he feels more present, not less. <br />
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Being angry about his death is what made him feel distant. He wasn't an angry kid. Not when he was going blind. Not when he was diagnosed with a brain tumor. Not when he had the surgery. Not when his life was radically altered that summer. He accepted it. We didn't. But now I guess I finally am. Being a slow learner can be painful. <br />
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Be that as it may, I'm happy Ben was, is, and will be part of our family. Today is his death-day. It'll be a good day to smile. And smirk. "Hiss! Roar!"Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-29547110839079179132013-07-29T11:07:00.001-04:002013-07-29T11:13:22.902-04:00Endings Are Better Than Beginnings<div>In cleaning out my Dad's desk yesterday, I came across all sorts of papers and books and his writings. It's been almost fourteen months since My Dad died, but almost twenty months since he last sat at that desk. I found his last devotional reading from his Daily Bread on Saturday December 16, 2011 - it was tucked into one of his many worn and well read Bible, at Isaiah 53. </div><div><br></div><div>As a preacher, going through another preacher's files, it forced on me a harsh question: in the end is it all meaningless? All those meetings, all those prayers, all those expectations, all those words: in the end what do they add up to? Only God knows and justly judges a persons work and worth. Somehow what my Dad did matters, for I and my family and many others have have been blessed by him. But on the other hand, the finality of my Dad's death impresses me to consider what my daughter and sons will remember about me when they go through this preachers old desk.</div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); "><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC35gECgn9xNCnHxL392u_p4HSIUeUHkPuIFqt5EXWkbjk2c9kTzwQAGFf0gGVTX_OeaEPBSg6m5y5K4FV_S_WVBTWjzLcYBnN9daaiQgcw6pqP73bcP2DJKkmRfjDkD1gdhYuuw/s640/blogger-image-1406060678.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC35gECgn9xNCnHxL392u_p4HSIUeUHkPuIFqt5EXWkbjk2c9kTzwQAGFf0gGVTX_OeaEPBSg6m5y5K4FV_S_WVBTWjzLcYBnN9daaiQgcw6pqP73bcP2DJKkmRfjDkD1gdhYuuw/s640/blogger-image-1406060678.jpg"></a></div><br></span></div><div>It is this thought that has settled on my heart and shapes my reading of Ecclesiastes this morning. What makes life meaningful? It's an old question that preachers and everyone else have been wrestling with through the ages. <span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Going through Dad's stuff made me both melancholy and grateful. It also made me want to meditate on the writings of another preacher, found in the book of Ecclesiastes. I've provided some quotes from chapter seven that were helpful to me as I contemplated on my Dad's untimely death and my fleeting life. </span></div><b><div><b><br></b></div><div><b><br></b></div>A good reputation is better than a fat bank account. </b><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>Your death date tells more than your birth date.</b></div><div><b>You learn more at a funeral than at a feast— </b></div><div><b>After all, that's where we'll end up. </b></div><div><b>We might discover something from it. </b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Crying is better than laughing. </div><div>It blotches the face but it scours the heart. </div><div><br></div><div>Sages invest themselves in hurt and grieving. </div><div>Fools waste their lives in fun and games. </div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>Endings are better than beginnings. </b></div><div><b>Sticking to it is better than standing out. </b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>Don't be quick to fly off the handle. </b></div><div><b>Anger boomerangs. </b><b>You can spot a fool by the lumps on his head. </b></div><div><b><br></b></div><div>Don't always be asking, "Where are the good old days?" </div><div>Wise folks don't ask questions like that. </div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>Wisdom is better when it's paired with money, </b></div><div><b>Especially if you get both while you're still living. </b></div><div>Double protection: wisdom and wealth! </div><div>Plus this bonus: Wisdom energizes its owner.<div> </div><div><div><b>On a good day, enjoy yourself; </b></div><div><b>On a bad day, examine your conscience. </b></div><div><b>God arranges for both kinds of days </b></div><div><b>So that we won't take anything for granted.</b></div><div><br></div><div><i>I've seen it all in my brief and pointless life—</i></div><div><i>here a good person cut down in the middle of doing good, </i></div><div><i>there a bad person living a long life of sheer evil. </i></div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>So don't knock yourself out being good, </b></div><div><b>and don't go overboard being wise. </b></div><div>Believe me, you won't get anything out of it. </div><div>But don't press your luck by being bad, either. </div><div><br></div><div>And don't be reckless. </div><div>Why die needlessly? </div><div><br></div><div><i>It's best to stay in touch with both sides of an issue. </i></div><div><i>A person who fears God deals responsibly with all of reality, not just a piece of it. </i></div><div><br></div><div>Wisdom puts more strength in one wise person </div><div>Than ten strong men give to a city. </div><div><br></div><div><i>There's not one totally good person on earth, </i></div><div><i>Not one who is truly pure and sinless. </i></div><div><br></div><div>I tested everything in my search for wisdom. </div><div>I set out to be wise, but it was beyond me, </div><div>far beyond me, and deep—oh so deep! </div><div><b>Does anyone ever find it? </b></div><div>I concentrated with all my might, </div><div>studying and exploring and seeking wisdom—</div><div><i>the meaning of life</i>. </div><div>I also wanted to identify evil and stupidity, </div><div>foolishness and craziness. </div><div><b><br></b></div><div><b>But the wisdom I've looked for I haven't found. </b></div><div>I didn't find one man or woman in a thousand worth my while. </div><div>Yet I did spot one ray of light in this murk: </div><div><i>God made men and women true and upright; </i></div><div><i>we're the ones who've made a mess of things. </i></div><div><br></div><div>(Excerpts from Ecclesiastes 7, the Message translation)</div></div></div>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-23013011832358714922013-06-06T23:59:00.000-04:002013-06-06T23:59:00.666-04:00TransitionsTransitions are the stuff of life. Or: change is the only constant. <br />
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There is a lot of transition in my life these days. It is unsettling.<br />
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There is a desire for stability and certainty that stays with me. It makes me moody, depressed, anxious, and envious.<br />
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Some of the transition is life stage stuff. I'm closer to 40 then I used to be. Health stuff is becoming more of an issue. I've got to pay closer attention to my body and how to not abuse it.<br />
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My four kids are all getting older everyday - though it seems most apparent when they finish up another year of school. Like they did the other day. 5th grade, 3rd grade and 1st grade are all coming up this fall.<br />
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And I'm back in school, at Northern Seminary in Lombard, Illinois; I'm finishing up my first class in Missional Ecclesiology for my doctor of ministry degree in Missional Church Leadership. The class is messing with my assumptions about ministry and church. "New" brings both opportunity and anxiety.<br />
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Tara and I are approaching our 18th wedding anniversary, 19th engagement anniversary, and 20th dating anniversary. In all those years (two decades!!!!!) there has been so much transition (aka: growing up). I can't believe how much of my narcism and pettiness she has had to put up with all this time. There is so much more room for improvement for me when it comes to loving.<br />
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We are moving, for the fourth time, to a house we hope to make our home for a long time. Hopefully it can be a hangout house for our kids and their friends, and our friends.<br />
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But selling a house, buying, packing and moving brings with it lots of transition tension and frustration. All this while Tara is wrapping up a challenging school year as a kindergarten teacher, I'm transitioning back into pastoral work with Anchor after a four month sabbatical, and the responsibilities for lots of other details in life all seem to converge at once.<br />
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I suppose this sounds like whining. Maybe it is. But it's all swirling around in my head. And now that it's typed out, it doesn't all seem so intimidating. Still a little overwhelming, though.<br />
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But it's not just the physical transitions, the geographic ones or the scheduled changes. It's also about what I believe, what I see, how I interpret reality, what my purpose is, what matters in life, and how to sort through all the ramifications of my choices. There is spiritual transitions, existential transitions, philosophical and theological transitions, emotional and social transitions. It feels like everything in my life is in transition. Like I can feel the churning of all the transitions. Well, not all, but a lot.<br />
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Maybe the transition that weighs on my mind the most is economic transition. Meaning: the growing awareness that every economic transaction has a real consequence on how other people live and experience reality. For over three decades I never cared where my stuff came from or how it was made. But now there is a growing awareness that my purchasing power affects real people. My Apple products that I purchased affect the livelihood of underpaid workers in China. The Tyson chicken I eat was likely prepared in a disgusting factory by illegal immigrants. The gasoline I purchased for my car came at the expense of local villagers who were displaced by an energy company in Africa. The more global our economy, and the more "truth" that journalists uncover, the more aware I am becoming of how my actions affect other people.<br />
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I don't want to think about how to better spend my money on products that will contribute to real flourishing of workers. It seems so complicated. And yet....<br />
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Jesus makes a big deal about money and possessions in his teachings. I don't want money and possessions (ie anything I buy with money) to have priority over a life oriented around love of God and my neighbor. If I really am going to let the love of Jesus affect every part of my life, that has to include my money and all that I possess - whether for survival or leisure.<br />
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In getting ready to move, it has become apparent to Tara and I that we have way more stuff then we need. And we hardly ever go shopping for stuff! It is too easy to accumulate more stuff then we can even use. And as our economy becomes globalized, cheap stuff isn't so "cheap" anymore; and technology that is supposed to bring convenience and leisure to our lives often makes life more cluttered while impoverishing those that slave in another land to produce the minerals or piece together the instrument for my user-friendly life.<br />
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I can feel the resistance in me, the desire to put my head in the sand and not pay attention to the impact that my dollars have in the world. I tithe. Tara and I give more then ten percent of our before taxed income away. Most of it to our local church, and then also to other charities and needs. And we still have more then enough money to accumulate stuff we don't need. We could afford to give away more money. And yet some of the best use of our money would be to use it more wisely on the products we know we need.<br />
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Constant items we purchase are food (grocery and restaurant), utilities and mortgage for our house, gas, household items, and then there is the occasional purchase of clothes, luxury items like movies, music, books, and then big ticket items like vacation, technology stuff, and gifts for birthdays and Christmas. I'm sure I'm missing something. Tara and I work hard to handle our money well. But it seems so apparent to me that we need to pay more attention to what we buy, who we buy it from, how it was made, who made it, and what the real cost of the item is to us and those who "made" it.<br />
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To me, this transition gets at a core belief: does my money have anything to do with my love for God and my neighbor? Who is my neighbor? The one in need. Does my use of money in purchasing stuff keep people in need? Does it create greater need? Does it contribute to alleviation of need? With where I live in America, in Indiana, in Fort Wayne: do I believe that God wants a greater accounting with the why, what and how how of what I do with my money? And my time, for that matter.<br />
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If love of God and neighbor is the summary commandment of Jesus, and if money really is a central part of my life, I ought to make some practical connections with how I view/use money and possessions. Otherwise, all my Christianity is a whitewash for my unexamined motives and assumptions about money and possessions. As the truth comes out about how Americans purchasing habits shape the world, Christians have to ask: what does my use of money and possessions communicate about Jesus and the gospel?<br />
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It's this kind of musing that is bringing about fundamental transitions in my heart, mind, and life. There are expenses in moving, going back to school, doing a sabbatical, and raising a family. There is money to be earned through our work. Where we live, how we live, what we live for all connects to money and our purchasing values. I have paid too little attention to money and how it shapes my schedule, my time and energy for friends, my availability and heart for my family.<br />
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I want to do something great in the world. This desire is something I am learning to submit to Jesus. Same for my desire for stability and certainty. But in my desire to do something great in the world, I ought to probe around my unexamined assumptions about money. Maybe I can do more in the world with less. But with the less that I do consume/purchase - knowing how/what/where it came from can begin to make a great difference in the world. And my motivation for all of this? Obedience to Jesus. Because what I really desire is to please Him. And that starts with believing Him. And I'll know I believe him when I obey him. And I can only obey him when I let him convict me of my sins, forgive me, put a clean heart within me, and reshape my desires such that I can participate in his restoration of all things.<br />
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And now that I've written this post, gotten stuff out of my head, I feel better. And has all this just been a way to procrastinate on changing any of my purchasing habits? Tomorrow will tell....Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-75381328412547717432013-05-20T07:38:00.001-04:002013-05-20T07:38:35.139-04:00Sabbatical Reflections [part two]It's the start of my fourth week back with Anchor since my sabbatical ended. The time is quickly churning by as I talk with Anchorpeople, reconnect with the ministry and the community, participate in meetings, and worship together on Sundays. <b>It's good to be back. </b><br />
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I'm continually reflecting on my sabbatical and how it changed everything. I've been thinking about how we pulled together to make the sabbatical happen. We did it once, and I think Anchor can make it happen again in seven years. As I reflect on the sabbatical, it seems to me that almost any church could make a sabbatical happen if they plan it out, prepare for it in advance, and pray their way forward in it.<br />
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The initial conversation in 2012 about a sabbatical happened in September when Tara and I met with the Pastoral Support Team at McAlister's. The Baumans and Suttons listened to us as we poured out our hearts. In the brutal honesty, we were able to share with them where we were at as individuals, as a couple, and as pastor and pastor's wife. And they asked very good questions. As we talked through the options of what to do, the sabbatical option seemed to have the most promise for healing and hope.<br />
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Three and a half months is not enough time to prepare for a sabbatical well. The urgency of the situation, the maturity of the staff and ministry leaders and of the congregation, made it possible to plan and prepare for the sabbatical. However, the idea of a sabbatical had been presented two years prior with our Resource Team. And two years is a better framework for planning and preparing a pastor and congregation for a sabbatical.<br />
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In the fall of 2010 I had attended a sabbatical funding workshop in Indianapolis <a href="http://www.cts.edu/about-cts/center-for-pastoral-excellence/lilly-endowment-clergy-renewal-programs.aspx" target="_blank">sponsored by the Lilly Foundation</a>. Indiana clergy can apply for a generous grant from the Lilly Foundation for a three to four month sabbatical. If accepted, funds are made possible for the church to function well during the sabbatical, and so that the pastor and his family can receive a salary and have funds to travel and relax and learn on sabbatical. The application and planning process is very rigorous. And much time is needed to prepare.<br />
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At the time I presented this opportunity to my family and to Anchor, there was a short window of time to plan and prepare the application. In contemplating whether Anchor could provide a sabbatical for me, I was unsure of it's possibility. I had come to lead Anchor in such a way that the ministry was very pastor-driven, pastor-centered, and pastor-owned. It seemed to me that if I stepped out of ministry for three to four months, the ministry of the church would have some level of chaos with out the pastor.<br />
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It was a revealing and convicting moment for me. I could trace out how it came to that point, but the larger issue was how to transition out of it. I was thankful for the revelation, but frustrated by reality. The possibility of a sabbatical through Lilly was very inspiring but also overwhelming. I didn't think that I could make enough changes in three to six months such that the congregation would feel confident they could move forward in ministry without the pastor. Maybe the could've, but I didn't think so.<br />
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It was difficult to let go of the Lilly possibility. But I was determined to make some changes so that someday the church would be congregation-centered instead of pastor-centered. Instead of me coming up with great ministry ideas and working to make them happen, I realized that I needed to pay attention to the great ministry ideas the Holy Spirit was stirring up in the congregation. By rearranging my priorities and pouring into the congregation, I would be equipping and encouraging them for ministry. This would make for a lot more ministry getting done, it would remove me from the middle of ministry, and make possible for more leaders to emerge. And with this new kind of environment, a sabbatical would be much more likely and much more beneficial for the whole church.<br />
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Once I made that attitude adjustment and began to look for the Holy Spirit to bring forth ministry possibilities through the congregation, neat things began to happen. God started bringing people to Anchor, and started to raise up people out of the congregation to get involved and lead and serve in ministry. In my mind, Anchor began to stabilize and gain confidence in itself when it came to ministry to the community and amongst itself.<br />
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In 2011 we introduced <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Winning-Purpose-Organize-Congregations-Convergence/dp/0687495024/ref=sr_1_6?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1369048973&sr=1-6&keywords=paul+borden" target="_blank">a governing process using guiding principles that reshaped how we led</a>. By spending the year refocusing on how we lead, other men and women were able to step up and contribute significantly to problem-solving, to decision making, and ministry needs. With more leaders learning how Anchor makes decisions, and a stronger sense of mission that shapes our decision, the possibility of a sabbatical continued to grow. I continually looked for ways to connect people to ministry opportunities, coaching them as I could, encouraging them and supporting them along the way.<br />
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<a href="http://timmhallman.blogspot.com/search/label/Death" target="_blank">In 2012 my dad died</a>. For a variety of reasons that are best saved for a different blogpost, my dad's death wiped me out. My ministry was tied up in my relationship with my dad. And my ministry with Anchor has been a force in my marriage for thirteen years at that point. The grieving and mourning that Tara and I went through was very difficult on our marriage, and on my ministry. I'm thankful that Anchor had grown in it's ability to lead and serve as a congregation, that it was not nearly as pastor-centered as it used to be. As Anchor's <a href="http://timmhallman.blogspot.com/2012/09/barely-hanging-on.html" target="_blank">pastor began to wither and stumble</a>, the congregation was able to carry on, and carry me.<br />
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<u><b>For pastors that are interested in a sabbatical</b></u> <i>but don't feel that their church is big enough to afford it or you don't think you have the staff or leaders to minister during the sabbatical:</i> you can do it.<br />
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If you plan and prepare far enough in advance, you can do it. If you are convinced in your heart, if you are convicted by the Holy Spirit that you ought to take a sabbatical, then Jesus will help you prepare and plan your congregation. It was two years of planning and preparing on my end that helped contribute to a good sabbatical experience for Anchor. Lots of other things came together that I will give credit to God for.<br />
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<b>But if you want a sabbatical,</b> <i>and you know God wants your church to have one</i>, then prayerfully lead the congregation forward so that they grow in their leadership and serving skills. Reexamine your structure so that it is not so dependent on the pastor. Identify key men and women in your church that have the gift of teaching and give them opportunities to deliver sermons on Sundays. Find out who has a talent for ministering through preaching, and continue to give them ways to develop that gift. Given enough time, God can help you put together a preaching and ministering team so that during the sabbatical you can rest and the congregation can grow.<br />
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I'd love to have more dialogue with pastor's and churches to help them figure out how a sabbatical could be used by God to bless them. Let me know if I can help. I'm learning as I go, Anchor is learning as we go forward. <i>We'd love to share what we're learning. </i><br />
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<a href="http://timmhallman.blogspot.com/search/label/Sabbatical" target="_blank">Click here for more of my sabbatical reflections.</a>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-73050609419157879022013-05-03T10:38:00.000-04:002013-05-20T07:33:55.563-04:00Sabbatical Reflections [part one]It's my third day back with Anchor Community Church. The time has been spent reconnecting with leaders from the congregation. We've been catching up on the sabbatical experience for all of us. All the conversations have prompted some helpful reflection for me.<br />
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I didn't do a lot of reflection about the sabbatical during the four months, but now that I'm on the other side of it, now seems a good time to do so. Over the next few weeks and maybe even months I intend to write out my reflections as a way to connect the congregation to my sabbatical experience.<br />
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Anchor provided my family with a tremendous gift for which we will be forever grateful. I want them to know some of what resulted from the gift of the sabbatical. I've begun to hear stories of how God used the sabbatical in the life of the congregation. Apparently we all have a lot of stories to tell. I want to hear them, and share mine.<br />
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But I also want to connect with other pastors who may be interested in a sabbatical. It seems to me that most pastors need a sabbatical, but don't believe that it is possible. Through my reflections, I hope to encourage pastors to follow up on their awareness that they do need a sabbatical. Not only that, but then provide some insights on how they can begin to prepare now for helping make a sabbatical possible in their future.<br />
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My first brief reflection here centers on the point I just made in regard to pastors: I was convicted, confronted, and eventually convinced that I needed a sabbatical. I needed a <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm%2023&version=NKJV" target="_blank">Psalm 23</a> experience.<br />
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It was with some embarrassment that I admitted I needed a sabbatical. Shouldn't I have managed my life better such that I didn't need a sabbatical? Isn't a sabbatical a luxury item? Who am I to get a sabbatical, shouldn't that be reserved for pastors with more experience or bigger churches who have "real" stress or more complicated, enduring problems that they've had to shoulder? And how dare I ask my small congregation to help fund a sabbatical for me, isn't that selfish of me? If none of them will ever get a sabbatical through their work, how is it fair for me to request that they grant one to me?<br />
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You could come up with your own objections to a sabbatical. Maybe the time is not (ever) right. Maybe the money isn't there. Maybe you're too busy to take a break...<br />
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Through my family, close trusted friends, through experience, counseling, honest self-assessment, and the Spirit of Christ, and probably some other factors I'm not clear on, I became convinced that I needed a sabbatical. In taking stock of who I was becoming to my wife and children, to my friends and family, and even my congregation, I finally acknowledged that I needed an extended time of cessation from being a pastor. I knew it had to happen. No more putting it off. Either the sabbatical happens, or else something else does...something else not good.<br />
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Since sabbaticals aren't a common experience for congregations in my denomination, or many other denominations that I am aware of, there is little precedence for preparing for a sabbatical. Anchor had to dive into uncharted waters to prepare for this sabbatical. Ideally the next sabbatical will occur before I'm worn out, but at just the right time for a Psalm 23 experience for all of us.<br />
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But for me, I became convicted that a sabbatical had to happen. That conviction accelerated the conversations and planning. Had we not been operating out of urgency, we may have prepared better for the sabbatical. As it was, God was gracious to the congregation, taking care of all of us as we walked in faith. It was hard work preparing well for the sabbatical, but it was good work that had to happen. Anchor's leaders were amazing in their willingness to step up and help make this experience possible for my family and the congregation.<br />
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<b>For pastors </b>reading this who would like a sabbatical, do the research. Find out if there is any precedence in your denomination or region for a sabbatical. Talk to that pastor or congregation. Here's <a href="http://ub.org/pmh/pm15-sabbaticals/" target="_blank">our denomination's helpful guidelines for sabbaticals.</a><br />
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Start paying attention to your schedule and self to determine how weary you are and can you make some small changes immediately. It's better to enter a sabbatical already making some key changes to diet, sleep, schedule and rest.<br />
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Continue to pray about the sabbatical with the Lord: does this desire have God's blessing? Is the Spirit of Christ giving you permission to pursue a sabbatical? The conviction and confirmation that you ought to take a sabbatical are key to moving forward. Second-guessing your decision will undermine the success.<br />
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<b>For Anchor:</b> with the rapid pace of preparing for the sabbatical, I gave off the impression that I was doing fine, that I had the energy to lead and preach well. I'm grateful that my ministry went well (for the most part...) up to the end of the year. But everything comes with a price to be paid. I was on fumes, I crossed the finish line of December 31st with nothing left in the pastor-tank.<br />
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For all the confusion that my sabbatical may have caused, I am sorry. That's maybe part of my pastoring that didn't go well at the end.<br />
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But, I was convinced and convicted that the sabbatical had to happen. And I am deeply grateful that Anchor helped make it possible. Thank you.<br />
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Check out <a href="http://timmhallman.blogspot.com/search/label/Sabbatical" target="_blank">this link for more blogposts</a> published during my sabbatical, as well as upcoming sabbatical reflections.<br />
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<br />Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-86650682908593014382013-02-26T22:21:00.000-05:002013-05-03T09:49:58.272-04:00Liberate Christians From ThemselvesIt is probably helpful to break down the pseudo-divide between the secular and the sacred. Especially when it comes to churchwork. As a pastor it is too easy to believe that my churchwork is not worldy work. But in reality, my work as a pastor through the church is just as much of the world as collecting garbage or managing an ER or waiting on tables in a chain restaurant.<br />
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"Work puts human beings in the world of things. It requires achievement from them.<br />
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Christians step out of the world of personal encounter into the world of impersonal things, the "It"; and this new encounter frees them for objectivity, <b><i>for the world of the It is only an instrument in the hands of God for the purification of Christians from all self-absorption and selfishness.</i></b><br />
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The work of the world can only be accomplished where people forget themselves, where they lose themselves in a cause, reality, the task, the It. Christians learn at work to allow the task to set the bounds for them.<br />
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Thus, for them, work becomes a remedy for the lethargy and laziness of the flesh. The demands of the flesh die in the world of things. <b><i>But that can only happen where Christians break through the It to the "You" of God, who commands the work and the deed and makes them serve to liberate Christians from themselves."</i></b><br />
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My work as a pastor is in the world, with people of the world. I read, write, speak, plan, ponder and work with all the tools of the world. The one sacred work I do is pray to Christ. And even that task is in the world, often on behalf of the world. In breaking down the illusion that my work is sacred, I can perceive how worldly my work really is. The dismay of this acknowledgment gives way to relief.<br />
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Work in the world is a gift of God. In the beginning God blessed work, intended that our work in the world would result in a carefully stewarded Earth that was a blessing to all Creation. Work in the world has obviously been corrupted and a tool of abuse and terror.<br />
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But for the Christian, we remember the original blessing of work in the world. And my work in the church could be, as a pastor, as a Christian, a way to reconnect with work in the world as a blessing.<br />
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Unfortunately, instead of work being a tool of God to remedy my self-absorption and selfishness, I, like too many people, have merely let work become an avenue for it. The gift of work has become a form of self-enslavement to my vision and desires for achievement rooted in my selfish ambitions.<br />
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Indeed I need Christ to liberate me from myself. By the work of my hands I led myself into enslavement, and by the work of my hands, good works that Christ designed for me to participate in, I will I find myself liberated from myself.<br />
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I am tempted to squeeze too much significance out of my work. Either to satisfy my insecurities or to fuel my ambitions. The invitation by Christ, though, is to remember the embedded blessing of work itself.<br />
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Entering into the work for what I can get out of it is a corrupting action. But participating in the work that I deem is commanded by God, well that kind of work becomes liberating. It becomes liberating because if flows out of simple obedience to Christ, and I am trusting that He is the one using the work for his redemption of the world.<br />
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My work in the world is part of the renewal of all things when I let it renew me through my obedience to the tasks set before me by Christ. He saves me in part through the work he gives me to do, which requires my trust and obedience.<br />
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In looking ahead, I am hopeful that the work assigned to me in the world will be a form of purification for my self-absorption and selfishness. There is a relief in trusting that through the worldly work God assigns me, he will liberate me from myself. Much to the delight of those who work with me!Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-54464004055071945092013-02-25T23:45:00.000-05:002013-05-03T09:50:22.804-04:00When We Humble Ourselves...In my striving to be like Jesus, and in my desire to focus on what I'm getting right, I fail to pay attention to how "infinitely far away we are from resembling him." I nurture a toxic spiritual pride when I ruminate how far I have come in following Jesus and trying to be like him. I end up belittling the actual teachings of Christ and gloss over my many sins. Like pride. Or anger.<br />
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Like Peter attempting to walk on the water in the effort to imitate and follow Jesus, it was his stumbling over the stormy waves, losing courage and needing the strong hand of Jesus to save him from drowning. But Peter got out of the boat! And when he began to sink fast, he did not hesitate to call out in fear and anger to Jesus to rescue him!<br />
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<b>What does it mean to be humbled by Jesus's example to us?</b> <i>And how do we approach him?</i><br />
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I suppose we must first take Jesus example to us very seriously. Apart from Jesus, we will have no inclination to believe or obey his instructions or follow his Way. It is too difficult. It requires too much courage and truth and love.<br />
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And yet my striving to do so, tentatively getting out of the boat and angrily crying out for help when I sink is both humbling and a demonstration of trust. With an infinite gap between my way and the Way of Jesus, there can be no pride in what I accomplish in imitating Christ. I will only barely perceive the mystery of the infinite distance between my life and His.<br />
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And yet when I seek to love others as imitation of His love, when I do so trusting that he has initiates the work of love, and will help me do it, and rescue me when I flail in pride and anger... it is then, having been humbled, that I can choose to approach Him on the Way. <i>"He is the love that helps us up. And then He is our example again."</i>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-8586746479739343612013-02-04T13:18:00.002-05:002013-05-03T09:50:44.173-04:00Revolutionary Christianity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In focusing more and more on what Jesus taught about the Kingdom of God, there is some new imagination required for what that would look like in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Especially when being a pastor in a community results in potential political activity.</div>
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I am disillusioned with our political reality in the USA. And I'm disappointed in how popular Christianity as aligned itself with politics in order to protect their assets, their power, their position, and their rights.</div>
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There is within me an instinctive repulsion to pastors and politics. What's the alternative to posturing and press statements? How to think about being a pastor and involved in politics without ending up as a pawn or a prig?</div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">In these days of searching and listening, I turn again to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques_Ellul" target="_blank">Jacques Ellul</a>. </span>I found the following paragraphs to be immensely helpful to me as I seek confirmation of God's leading in my life's work.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">My interests and skills and calling have lead me into social and political work. In my vocation as a pastor, there is some inner questioning whether this direction is appropriate.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"> </span> In seeking some kind of justification or spiritual foundation for what I sense to be right, Ellul is most helpful.</div>
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</b><b>Second</b> - this person will develop within a certain framework which God has ordained for him. This is the order of preservation, without which man lacks his true setting. Man is not absolutely free in this sphere, any more than he is free in the physical or biological domain. There are certain limits which he cannot overstep without danger to the society to which he belongs. <i>Thus the Christian must work, in order that the will of God may be incarnated in actual institutions and organisms.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><b>Third</b> <i>- this order of preservation will have meaning only if it is directed towards the proclamation of salvation. </i>Therefore, social and political institutions need to be 'open': that is, they must not claim to be all, or absolutes. Thus they must be constituted in such a way that they do not prevent man from hearing the Word of God. The Christian must be ceaselessly on the watch - intelligent and alert - to see that this 'order' is preserved.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">But, in doing so, he will find that he is confronted by two possible errors. The one error consists in believing that by constant progress in this order we shall attain the Kingdom of God. It is enough to remind ourselves of the Book of Revelation, or of Matthew 24, to condemn this attitude.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;">The other error arises out of the conviction that by achieving certain reforms we shall have reached this order which God wills. <i>In reality all solutions - all economic, political, and other achievements - are temporary. </i>At no moment can the Christian believe either in their perfection or in their permanence. <i>They are always vitiated by the sin which infects them, by the setting in which they take place.</i></span><br />
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Can silence from God be something to listen to? <i>Is being with God, in silence, also a form of listening? </i><br />
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God knows my need for a conversation with him better then I do. <b>It also seems that the more I trust God, the less often he speaks to me. </b>Is that how prayer is supposed to work? </div>
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I've found that listening to God is more about waiting and willingness, and timing. <i>When God's ready to speak to me, will I be ready? </i></div>
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But what happens when I want God to speak to me, and I don't hear anything? If timing is everything, and my waiting is turning to anxiety, I'm making it less and less likely that I will be prepared for a helpful conversation with Him. </div>
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<i><b>God never has a speaking problem. </b></i>He is a very good communicator. But he is also mysterious, wise, and working at a much deeper, more profound level then I can understand. The answer or conversation I want to have with God may not be the one that He wants to have with me. <i>Will I be okay with that? </i><br />
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Maybe, before God says anything new to me, maybe I should review what he's already told me in the past. <b>If I disregarded the prior conversation, maybe God's not too eager for another one.</b> Yet.<br />
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I can be listening too hard, and then find myself muddled by so many voices - in my head, or from the conversations and sounds around me. I have to trust that when God speaks, I will know it is him. I just need to put myself in situations where I know that I want to hear God, and that I'm at peace with how and when and what He says. <i>His timing is more important then mine. </i>My anticipation for his words to me are just as important as the reception of them.<br />
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God can speak to us while we are in the middle of chores around the house or wrapping up work at the office. Listening to God can come in the darkness of night or in the midst of a grey shrouded day. Our posture to God, our attitude of readiness and willingness counts for much. <b>God is full of surprises, so when He does speak, it could be in an unexpected, unlooked for way. </b><br />
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God is also concerned with six billion other people besides me, so that whatever it is he is telling me isn't just for my own sake, but is intertwined with what he is telling other people at the same time around the world. <i>My need for God is very personal, but his conversation with me is very missional.</i> I maybe the apple of God's eye, but so is everyone else.<br />
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For me, there are three ways that I have found that are fruitful in the work of listening to God.<br />
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<b>The first is </b>regular and thoughtful reading of God's Word. In discovering and discerning how God has spoken in the past, it will prepare me well to listen in the present. Sometimes through the stories, the teachings, the poems, the laws, the prophets God speaks, sometimes he doesn't.<br />
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<b>Second, </b>in conversation with close friends between whom much honesty exists - it is in this raw space that I find myself able to listen to God, to hear what he wants me to be and do. Mostly by reminding me of what he has already told me, or convicting me of mistrust and disobedience, which is fueling the deafness in my ears and heart.<br />
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<b>And thirdly, </b>silence - silence on a walk or run, a hike, sitting in the sun, in front of a fire, even mowing the yard. Solitude and silence, intentionally making space in my soul and schedule to listen is a rewarding and rich experience.<br />
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<i>How do you know if you've heard from God?</i> If you've been listening for him, how do you know if it's His voice? Well, if you really want to hear him, you'll know whether it's him or not. Especially if you've been reading God's Word or spent time with wise Christian women and men.<br />
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<i>Listening to God requires a desire to hear Him.</i> That may sound so obvious. If you want an answer from God, you have to decide if you really do want to hear what He has to say. And if you aren't very familiar with God's Word, you may difficulty understanding what he is saying to you, or you may have unhelpful expectations of what God's response may be like.<br />
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<b>All of this to say: </b>if you find yourself wanting to listen to God, that is an act of God at work in your life. <i>It is a gift of grace that you desire to listen to God. </i>Listening to God, bottom line, is about submitting to Him. If you want to listen to him, you will follow the prompts of God's Spirit to prepare yourself to hear Him.<br />
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<i>Being a God who likes to use the element of surprise, he also reserves the right to make himself heard and understood in spite of our selves. </i>Which is a very good gift indeed.Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-85851644498677260882012-09-06T15:35:00.001-04:002013-05-03T09:51:43.953-04:00Barely Hanging On<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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What can you do for the people you know who are barely hanging on? Especially when you are the one barely hanging on. What do you do when it seems to you like almost everyone is barely hanging on.<br />
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Except that you wouldn't know it by looking at them.<br />
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What you see isn't always what you get. You see people and you think they have it all together because that's how they act. So then you feel bad for not having it all together like all those people.<br />
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And you wonder what their secret is, and how you can learn that secret so that you don't have to feel like you are barely hanging on, so you can have it all together like them.<br />
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But then you find out that they don't have it all together, that they are actually barely hanging on. So then you feel betrayed. Here you were, beating yourself up for not having it all together like them, when all along they were barely hanging on just like you. Well, not just like you. Everybody is barely hanging on, just in different ways.<br />
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Well, not everybody. Some people actually have it all together. But they've got to work so hard to have it all together that they don't have much time or energy left over to help others who are barely hanging on to find a way to get it all together. So basically people that are barely hanging on have to start hanging out together. At least if you are going to be barely hanging on, you might as well barely hang on with others. Why be lonely when you're barely hanging on?<br />
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Except that it's embarrassing to admit that you are barely hanging on. People will look at you and wonder what is wrong with you. Except that most people who are judging you are also barely hanging on. Oh the irony.<br />
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So why is it so hard to let others know that you are barely hanging on? Is it because of denial? Or is it false hope, that I'm only barely hanging on for just a bit longer - so why admit to something that won't be true of me in a short time. Except that you do end up staying that way. And stay in denial. A weird denial; you seem to be crystal clear with yourself about barely hanging on, yet obscuring the truth towards others about your clinging. Is there shame in barely hanging on?<br />
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It seems to be such a universal experience - millions of people all barely hanging on and all ashamed about it, all committed to keeping it a secret. If everyone would just come clean with the people in your life about barely hanging on, maybe, just maybe, we'd find that what we call barely hanging on is not so bad. Maybe what we call barely hanging on is normal.<br />
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Maybe what we are barely hanging on to isn't worth it.<br />
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Maybe trying to be busier than God intends isn't worth it.<br />
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Maybe trying to make more money to afford more material possessions isn't worth it.<br />
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Maybe trying to make yourself so happy or fulfilled isn't worth it.<br />
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Maybe it's okay to fight with the people in your life, to not be content, to be unsettled and dissatisfied.<br />
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Maybe we don't have to want to be like other people.<br />
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Maybe we should just let go of what we are barely hanging on to. Maybe we'll find that the fog around our feet is hiding the ledge that is inches below our toes. Maybe we're barely hanging on to something that God's fine with us not having anymore.<br />
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Maybe we want more for ourselves in this life than God wants for us.<br />
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Maybe God's not interested in giving us more then we need.<br />
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Maybe we confuse the things we have for the things we need, and we attribute to God gifts that he didn't give or care about. Does God really care about you having a bigger house? Does God really care about you having a safer car? Does God really care about you getting a flatter TV? Does God really care about you having the perfect marriage and kids?<br />
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Maybe God doesn't care about any of those things in and of themselves. Maybe God put the fog around your feet so that you'd pay attention to what you're hanging on to. Maybe God wants you to notice what you are barely hanging on to and make a decision about it.<br />
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Maybe God isn't answering your prayers for help amidst your barely hanging on because he doesn't want you to hang on anymore. Are you barely hanging on to your marriage? Are you barely hanging on to your kids? Are you barely hanging on to your home? Are you barely hanging on to your job? Are you barely hanging on to your health? Are you barely hanging on to your friends?<br />
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Maybe it's not that God wants you to let go of your marriage, your kids, your job, your life - but God does want you to let go of the expectations and assumptions you have about them. If you expect someone to always make you happier, if you expect a job to always satisfy you, if you expect your kids to be more than they can be, if you expect life to give you more than it owes you - then yes, you'll continue to barely hang on to a ledge that leads to nowhere.<br />
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But maybe you'll finally decide you're tired of barely hanging on, you'll admit that you're tired of barely hanging on, you'll let others know you're tired of barely hanging on, and then someday maybe you'll quit barely hanging on.<br />
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And you'll discover that in letting go you finally stood firm on your feet instead of grasping with aching fingers. When you land on your feet, you may find that there are still intractable problems and insatiable desires. But instead of equating success with solving all problems and satisfying all desires, you'll be bravely honest enough to accept life as it is.<br />
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Accepting your life as it is allows you to hear the words of Jesus as spoken to you as you really are, not the you that you were barely hanging on to, a you that didn't really exist except in your fantasies.<br />
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And by hitting the fog-laced ledge with your feet, now it becomes possible to follow the way of Jesus in life as it really is, not just with your head and grasping hands.<br />
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<i>May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you the same attitude of mind toward each other that Christ Jesus had, so that with one mind and one voice you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. Accept one another, then, just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God.</i> [<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%2015:5-7&version=NIV">Romans 15v5-7</a>]</blockquote>
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So if all of us who are barely hanging on will just accept one another in the same way that Jesus accepts us, maybe we'll have the courage to let go? Maybe instead of expending so much energy on ourselves and our clinging, we accept from God the endurance and encouragement he's willing to give for the life we really have, not the one we wish we had. And maybe this would help us to see people as they really are - not as ones who have it all together, but as ones who are barely hanging on. Maybe if we can learn to glorify God as we're barely hanging on, we'll someday be willing to praise God standing on our feet.<br />
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I know, I know, it just looks like there are so many people who have it all together. So many people, who despite their problems still seem to be happy and worry free. You see them smiling, you see the ways they are blessed, how they seem to work through obstacles with ease, the same obstacles that seem to trip you up.<br />
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Yes, all those people who you think are successful and don't fit into the category of barely hanging on - there are some of them. But for most of those people you think have it all together, there's something in their life, something important, something they care deeply about that is not going well. And in that area of their life, they are barely hanging on. And it's in that clinging, that concern, that worry, that fear that God meets them and invites them to trust.<br />
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People don't have it as together as you'd like to think. But regardless of whether you think they are barely hanging on or not, what matters more is you - you can't cling and take God's hand at the same time. Either you continue to choose to barely hang on or you trustingly take God's hand and let him lower you down on the fog-laced ledge.<br />
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And quit looking at other people and judging for yourselves whether they are barely hanging on or having it all together. Quit comparing people. You barely know their story. Pay attention to your own story.<br />
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You don't have to keep barely hanging on anymore. And you don't have to keep comparing yourself to others anymore. You don't have to. You don't. But if you do, if you continue to barely hang on, I understand.Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-91929486762155846062012-08-22T13:36:00.000-04:002012-08-26T22:38:17.031-04:00Jesus & Our Culture of AddictionAlcohol, smoking, drugs, gambling, food, video games, internet, sex, shopping and work have been referred to as <a href="http://brainz.org/10-most-common-addictions/" target="_blank">the ten most common addictions.</a> Someone put together a rather long <a href="http://www.addictionz.com/addictions.htm" target="_blank">list of addictions from A to Z</a>. It would seem that almost any substance or activity that provides some kind of rush, satisfaction, pleasure or ecstasy is now considered a prime candidate for addiction. <i>Thus, almost anyone is now a possible candidate to become an addict.</i><br />
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Addictions often get labeled as either a hedonistic choice or a disease of the brain. In the book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Addiction-Virtue-Strategic-Initiatives-Evangelical/dp/0830839011" target="_blank">Addiction and Virtue</a>, Kent Dunnington makes the case, using Aristotle and Thomas Aquinas, that addictions are instead best understood as a complex habit. <i>It's well known that people are a sum of their habits. </i>Addiction happens to be a very alluring yet destructive habit. Dunning explores the role of reason and appetite in forming habits, emphasizing that addictions are a complex habit formed as a rationale response to a moral and intellectual crisis.</div>
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Dunnington makes a case that addictions are how many people react to the deep longings swirling around in them. Addictions are new to human history, one of the tragic by-products of our Industrial Revolution and Enlightenment. Our uniquely individualistic, hedonistic culture breeds meaninglessness, arbitrariness, boredom and loneliness. <i>As people get reduced to cogs and cubicles in our post-Industrial, Information-age society, and as doubt and cynicism chew away at our certainty, absolutes and beliefs, humans must find a way to cope.</i><br />
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For the Christian, addiction is certainly a sin. And like all sins, it is one for which repentance and forgiveness are needed. But unlike most sins, addiction is in a category all its own, being a complex habit that is more then just a series of bad moral choices or a disease in the neurons. Understanding the roots of addiction in our culture help bring about Christian compassion for those that are addicted. It also helps mobilize Christians to better understand their culture, which will result in more accurate criticisms as well as more helpful solutions. This is where Jesus comes in.<br />
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When Jesus entered his culture, there was much to critique. Instead of rampant addictions, he addressed demonic possession. The evils of Empire, the terror of kings, the thousands of crucifixions, the chronic starvation and disease - this is what Jesus confronted. The trauma that filled people, the brokenness, the ache caused by unrestrained wickedness and demonic activity met its match in Jesus.<br />
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To all who would listen, Jesus called people to repent, to turn away from the evil, to return to God - for the kingdom of God had come. The sign of God come to Earth through Jesus was evident in demons being powerless before him, being sent away almost effortlessly. Thousands of the crippled and diseased - products of not enough food, brutal wars, and slave labor - found healing and hope in Jesus. Jesus was recognized as a king, the Son of David, the Messiah, the deliverer, the forgiver of sins - and he was a direct threat to Caesar, King Herod, and all others with power who propped up the destructive status quo.<br />
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And here we are, followers of this King Jesus, in a culture that fuels addictions. What can Jesus do through his followers in response to loneliness, boredom, meaninglessness in our culture and communities? If the kingdom was still coming into our neighborhoods today through those that trust Jesus - what kind of healing and hope would that bring to addicts?<br />
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In the Spirit of Jesus, Christians must be astute critics of culture. But this will only have credibility to the degree that they are honest and humble about how they are both products of that same culture and have also been able to create an alternative society that brings about healing from the more destructive elements of the culture. <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bill_W." target="_blank">Bill Wilson</a>, one of the famous founders of <a href="http://www.aa.org/lang/en/subpage.cfm?page=1" target="_blank">Alcoholics Anonymous</a>, was an alcoholic who found healing and hope through Jesus through passionate and pious Christians. His story of how he became a Christian has been published for all to read. </div>
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Interestingly, a<a href="http://www.aa.org/pdf/products/p-48_membershipsurvey.pdf" target="_blank"> recent survey</a> showed that the majority of people who are getting help from A.A. got connected through former A.A. members. Only 1% of the respondents said that their church referred them to an A.A. meeting. Without making too much of this stat, and recognizing that churches are one of the places you might find a A.A. meeting happen, there seems to be a disconnect between churches and success in overcoming addictions. Spirituality infuses the recovery outlined in A.A. Spirituality infuses church...but not in a way that helps fuel healing. <b><i>Why is this?</i></b></div>
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Dunnington points out how addicts are "a kind of unwitting modern prophet" that the church ought to heed. Imagine a church that heeded this prophecy. Imagine how a church like that could help answer Jesus' prayer for the kingdom to come. Imagine how a church like that could help answer the prayer of the addict: "God, save me." Imagine how difficult it would be to be part of a church like that - difficult yet inspiring.<br />
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This reminds me of another of Jesus' words: <i>"Seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these other things will be given to you as well." </i>Difficult words to live by, yet when done so very inspiring - both for those that do it and those who see it.<br />
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How do you see addicts? Or do you prefer to not see them? We can be sure that Jesus would see them. And that he would have compassion on them, as sheep without a shepherd. And he would bring them healing and salvation. Addiction is a complex habit, hence it requires a complex, indirect response. It's not that people aren't delivered from their habit of addictions, it's that too few are saved. And it's that the church as a whole too often judges or overlooks addicts.<br />
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The irony being that we all breathe the same cultural air, and but for the grace of God, they could be you. Maybe if more addicts were welcomed into the church, the church would feel more urgency in embracing a spirituality that brings healing and not just warm fuzzy feelings.<br />
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Dunnington's book illuminates the role of virtue and habits from the perspective of philosophy (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aristotle" target="_blank">Aristotle</a>) and theology (<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thomas_Aquinas" target="_blank">Aquinas</a>). These explorations into ancient virtues and centuries of developed thought on the role of reason and appetite in human behavior will enrich your perspective. It will also reveal how negligent most Christians are in regard to habit, to habits of virtue, and to habits of spirituality. Dunnington's insights on addictions as habit and sin will deepen your understanding of how close we all are to becoming addicts.<br />
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The loftiest suggestions come in tying addiction to idolatry, pointing to renewed worship of God (not praise songs, but attitude and allegiance) as a way to bring order and meaning to life. This alternative, along with a resulting loving community of Jesus-followers has potential to help nurture more healing for more addicts who refuse to be bored, who refuse to live without purpose, and who will do whatever it takes to avoid the feelings of loneliness. The difficulty is in the pervasive weak worship of too many churches, the ambivalent communities, and the anemic Christian ministries.<br />
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Still, Jesus speaks to all with ears to hear: <i>"Repent, for the kingdom of God has come."</i> And those with eyes to see: Jesus heals as he preaches.<br />
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My argument has been that addiction is a habit informed as all habits are, by rationality. And I have been trying to probe the structure of this rationality. I have been trying to display how addiction insinuates itself into the cogitative estimation by supplying order and integrity to an addicted person's life - order and integrity that we as human beings, and particularly as modern human beings, crave.<br />
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<b><i>Addiction, I have argued, operates as a moral and spiritual strategy, carrying out particular functions in the moral life and empowering a person for the pursuit, albeit misguided, of ecstatic satisfaction.</i></b> This is why I have paid much attention to the constructive and positive potential of addiction and have elaborated little on the destruction and havoc it wrecks. Addiction is mysteriously powerful, but if we fail to ask what the power consists in, then we make it not only mysterious but also foreign.<br />
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I have attempted to make addiction less foreign, giving us ways to think about the pull that addiction has on all of our lives. <i>I hope my analysis has shown how near, rather than how far, each of us is to the major addict.</i><br />
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Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-60938411494521423862012-08-17T08:13:00.001-04:002012-09-06T15:39:35.298-04:00Venturing and RiskOne of my motivations for blogging was to share quotes.<br />
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Mum has always been a collector of quotes. I remember as a child, when my Mum was giving leadership to the youth group. She had laminated sheets of paper with quotes on them and taped them to the hallway and the youth classroom. Every time I would walk through there on my way to somewhere else in the church, I would read those quotes.<br />
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My parents started subscribing to Readers Digest, where I would always first turn to the quotes page. Often I would tear out the page and tape it to my own bedroom wall. With this blog I wanted to share quotes that I find meaningful.<br />
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And one of my favorite sources of thoughtful quotes is Soren Kierkegaard. He may not be everyone's favorite philosopher, but he has been helpful to me. And thus maybe to you. Here are some insightful and challenging quotes on venturing and risk for the Christian.<br />
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<i>During the first period of a person's life the greatest danger is to not take the risk. </i>When once the risk has been taken then the greatest danger is to risk too much. By not risking you turn aside and serve trivialities. By risking too much, you turn aside to the fantastic, and perhaps to presumption.<br />
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To venture the truth is what gives human life and the human situation pith and meaning. <b>To venture is the fountainhead of inspiration. </b><i>Calculating is the sworn enemy of enthusiasm, the mirage whereby the earthly person drags out time and keeps the eternal away, whereby one cheats God, himself, and his generation. </i><br />
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A bold venture is not a high-flown phase, not an exclamatory outburst, but arduous work. <i>A bold venture, no matter how rash, is not a boisterous proclamation </i><b><i>but a quiet dedication that receives nothing in advance but stakes everything.</i></b></blockquote>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Preserve me, Lord, from the deceit of thinking that by being prudent and looking after my own interests I am necessarily using my talents aright.</i> He who takes risks for your sake may appear to lose, but he is accepted by you. <b>He who risks nothing appears to gain by his prudence, but he is rejected by you.</b> But let me no think that by avoiding risk I am better than the other. Grant me to see that this is an illusion, and save me from such a snare.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">~ Soren Kierkegaard, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1570755132/ref=cm_cr_mts_prod_img" target="_blank">Provocations</a>, pgs 396-400</span>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-58886170704416210922012-05-12T21:47:00.001-04:002012-05-13T00:34:32.714-04:00I Remember My Dad<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClERbHU6mDVeIPdpiLS5DfnxUjkUNMvVykuBBgxpslqI8_RNnw5ztfJ8FND1Jb5SMSCFajjoYEQtzpJddCIt7VWLPfPjcr7wYXXNVOyNl8f_FIRdyli5On8fYWjHZOwX8umUWsw/s1600/scan0014_0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiClERbHU6mDVeIPdpiLS5DfnxUjkUNMvVykuBBgxpslqI8_RNnw5ztfJ8FND1Jb5SMSCFajjoYEQtzpJddCIt7VWLPfPjcr7wYXXNVOyNl8f_FIRdyli5On8fYWjHZOwX8umUWsw/s320/scan0014_0001.jpg" width="212" /></a><b>I remember my Dad</b> teaching me to mow the grass at four years old. Well, maybe I was five or six. Not much older than seven. But he taught me how to check the gas and oil, how to start it, how to mow around the edges of the yard and house and garden, and then how to mow straight lines.<br />
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I remember the neighbor boy Jason saying his dad would only let him mow if he was wearing a suit of armor. I was glad my dad wasn't that paranoid.<br />
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<b>I remember my Dad</b> attending our high school soccer games, pacing back and forth behind the goal net, advising the goalie, encouraging the defense, and rallying our team to never give up.<br />
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Considering we didn't win a single game my senior year, my Dad's presence and belief in us became ever more valuable.<br />
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<b>I remember my Dad</b> coming in at night when I was in grade school, I slept in the top bunk, and he would lean over to give me a good night kiss. Except that it was more of a good night whisker rub. Which, as a boy, I kind of appreciated.<br />
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<b>I remember Saturday nights with my Dad</b> as a kid, watching Hockey Night in Canada on the TV, and us relaxing together a bit before bedtime. I remember Sunday nights with Mum and Dad and the family snuggled up on the coach watching the Wonderful World of Disney: Davey Crockett, Shaggy Dog D.A., and Herbie the Love Bug.<br />
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I remember going through a real dark period as a man, a husband, a pastor; my Dad and I started meeting for breakfast every Friday at Kahganns Korner, a little gas station restaurant on the corner of 69 and Highway 6. We'd walk out of that dingy place smelling like a smoke stack! But I cherished those times with my Dad, talking about gardening, the news, politics, ministry, marriage, life.<br />
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I remember dinner time, Dad at the head of the table, Mum at the other end, and us boys on both sides. Mum would have us help set the table, and then we'd sit down, Dad would pray, and then we would feast. It wasn't long before things got loud and obnoxious. Ben would sing a silly song he heard on a commercial - usually the most annoying one. Matt would be making odd sounds and comments. Jerm would be telling funny jokes, the punchline timed to when I would slurp up some soup or take a swig of milk.<br />
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I'm still impressed that Dad managed to grin even as I spewed the contents of my mouth all over the supper table. Every once in awhile, Dad would say, "Enough!" We'd quite down real quick, but then, as Ben would say, we were starting to get on our own nerves anyway.<br />
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I remember, soon after we moved to Montgomery Michigan, Dad was given an opportunity to start a second garden at the Ferrier's farm down the road. Dad dragged us boys along to help weed a large plot of neglected dirt. Dad set about his work with determination and diligence. It's almost as if he enjoyed transforming this unused piece of land into something productive and nourishing.<br />
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Though at the time we didn't quite appreciate the scope of Dad's vision, nor the hardiness of his work ethic, we did have fun trying to yank out weeds that were taller than us! It'd take three of us to pull them out of the ground! We wondered about what kind of country we had moved to that had weeds like this! Dad was undaunted, and by the end of the summer we were savoring sweet strawberries, feasting on fresh corn on the cob, harvesting cucumbers, potatoes, green beans, peas and watermelon. It was always impressive to me what Dad was able to grow.<br />
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I remember when we were real little, we went to go visit Grandpa and Grandma Hallman on the farm. It was a cold, snowy, blustery Canadian day. Thus, the four grown ups bundled up us four kids and shoved us outside into the blizzard to play while they sat around the fireplace sipping hot tea. We trudged over to the barn for shelter.<br />
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While huddled there we tried to think of something fun to do. We noticed that the snow drifts were so high and solid that we could walk right up onto the barn roof. Which is what we did. We then noticed that there was enough packed snow on the roof that if we climbed high enough, we could slide down the barn roof and land in the snow drift. Which is what we did. Now we were having some fun in the blizzard!<br />
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After awhile we noticed that the bottoms of our snow pants were shredded to pieces. We couldn't figure out why. Then we noticed little nail heads sticking up out of the roof. It was then that we realized that we were busted. We doubted that our parents would have approved us in climbing up a barn roof in the middle of a snow storm to use as a slide, and now we would have to tell them about it. It was a somber moment. So we decided to keep sliding, if we were going to get in trouble anyway.<br />
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After awhile, when we got really cold and there was nothing left on the bottom of our snow pants, we single-file headed back to the farmhouse, prepared for doom. You can imagine my mom's shock when we entered the kitchen with shredded snow pants. We timidly awaited my father's follow up comment of "You what?" But instead it was if the heavens openend, the angels started singing, and my father responded with a laugh, a huge grin, and: "Yeah, that's what I used to do when I was a kid!"<br />
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Oh, we were so happy, I had never been more thankful for my dad then in that moment.<br />
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So now, when I mow the yard, I remember my dad. When I cheer my kids on at soccer, I remember my dad. When I kiss my daughter and sons goodnight, and every once in awhile give them a whisker rub, I remember my dad. Sometimes I'll turn a hockey game on just as a way to remember being with my dad as a little kid. I doubt I'll every eat another meal at Kaghanns Korner, but every time we drive by on our way up to the Lake, I remember my dad.<br />
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Every time my kids get loud and obnoxious at the dinner table, I remember my dad. Every time I plant a bearded iris or marigolds, I think of my dad. When I plant huckleberries and asparagus, rhubarb, strawberries and pole beans, I think of my dad. And when my kids do something crazy dangerous, like climb to the tops of thirty foot trees, I remember my dad.<br />
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I remember my dad studying the Bible. I remember my dad preaching Scripture. But mostly what I remember is my dad living out his faith - as a dad, as a husband, as a friend. The first sermon of my dad's that I remember being interested in was about 1 Corinthians 13. Like my father, I've preached through that text many times. Like my father, I've meditated on those words of God for many hours.<br />
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Like the Apostle Paul, when reflecting on all the words of the Gospel, on the life, death and resurrection of Jesus, here was the conclusion that we have come to: without love, anything we attain is worth nothing. In imitating the life of Christ, we would, like Paul, describe love by first saying that love is patient, and that love is kind. And when I read those words, I remember my Dad.<br />
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And when I remember my Dad, I will remember his faith in Jesus, I will remember his hope in God, and most of all, I will always remember his love.Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-87414188574154149712012-05-08T07:53:00.000-04:002012-05-08T07:53:28.338-04:00Fare Well, Dad, and God SpeedOff you go, Dad, on your next adventure.<br />
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You've had your share of unexpectedness, unasked for odysseys. And with grace, class, and quiet determination you would step through the opened door. That's how I see it, anyway, even if I wasn't there to observe the questioning conversations and pondering thoughts.<br />
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There was the adventure of becoming a pastor. You didn't see that one coming. Yes, you were a leader in your Roseville church, you served in Christian Endeavor, impacting a province for Christ. But when the invitation to consider serving God as a pastor was presented, that changed everything. You resisted it. You doubted it. You didn't believe you could do it. But you set off on the journey to do it.<br />
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There was the adventure of going to college in a different country. You didn't think it was possible. Sure, your younger sister had gone and done it - but could you? She believed in you, helped convince you it was possible. Your life of farming had it's routines and setbacks, predictability and dangers - should you leave it all behind? Would you succeed? There was only one way to find out.<br />
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You went, you worked, you studied, you got married, you graduated, then worked and studied more and graduated again, got ordained, got your first son, then your first church.... Almost 40, with a Master's degree, starting life over again, achieving what you didn't think was in your future, in ways that you didn't see coming.<br />
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There was the adventure of taking Rozanne Stucky as your beloved wife. Two quiet but kindred spirits, coming together from two different countries, two very different families, yet together facing a new future as one. She drove a Mustang, you drove tractors; you ate head cheese, she ate tenderloins. You the farming Canadian man, she the small-town American girl, but together you gave each other a new beginning, a new family, a new way to serve wherever God would send you.<br />
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There was the adventure of becoming a father to Tim, Jeremy, Matt, Ben. And Mike. And Willie. And Don. And other boys, other men who have flourished under your steady gaze, strong hands, gentle heart, wise words, nourishing convictions, hope-full faith, thought-full love. The seven of us boys are proud to have called you Dad.<br />
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There was the delightful adventures of welcoming Tara into the family, of welcoming Maria into the family, of welcoming Jana into the family. And more wonderful adventures with becoming a Grandpa! Savoring summers at Lake Pleasant, celebrating with birthday cakes and Christmas feasts with the chatter and laughter of all those adventurous grandkids: Emma, Levi, Isaac, Eli, Eva, Lydia, Cameron, Mia, Avery, Brooklyn.<br />
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We are your gifts to the world, adding more goodness and grace to the family and friends God has brought around us. As a Dad you made much possible for us, taking us along on your adventures to new places, new people, new experiences. You believed in us. You were proud of us. You served us. You sent us off on our adventures. You gave us your blessing. And then you continued to be a blessing to us.<br />
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And there were the adventures you had as a pastor in Toronto, North Bruce and Shiloh, Montgomery, and Fort Wayne. Also, the adventures you had in all the other jobs you worked to help provide for your family. Like being a bus driver. Or renting out the cottages at Lake Pleasant. Or, after you retired from pastoring, the adventure of working in Angola at the local Wal-mart as a bike-assembler. You assembled to the glory of God, serving every customer and fellow co-worker with dignity, kindness, extraordinary patience, and a joy-full attitude. What you poured into your pastoring - whether at a church or amongst the bike-racks, at the Lake, on the bus or in the garden - you took what God surprised you with and still served faithfully.<br />
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You also had to endure the unwanted, the heart-wrenching adventure of saying good-bye to Ben, and to Matt. Oh the fear, the weeping, the bewilderment, the crushing grief. These unexpected travails were thrust on your shoulders, shoulders that shuddered with weeping, shoulders that sagged under the weight of sorrow, but shoulders that we all leaned against, strong shoulders that led us through, shoulders that carried us along - in faith, in hope, and in love.<br />
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We can't stop the adventures from coming. But what we do with the adventures that God sends to us, that's the story of our life. And your life, your story, it inspires me, us, to keep believing in God, to keep loving one another, to be a servant to many, to stay a student, a follower of Jesus, until the last breath.<br />
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You were the kind of leader who led quietly, you were the kind of man who served behind the scenes. You were a hard worker, you were reliable and trustworthy, a man of your word, diligent in what you set your hand to. With the doubts and insecurities you carried around, with the fears and envy that every working man has to wrestle with, you did so such that you chose contentment and diligence. With where God called you, you went trusting, and teaching through your life. Thank you.<br />
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Fare well, Dad, and God speed. You fared well here, Dad. You provided for your wife well, for your children and grandchildren and future generations. You provided for your church, for other ministers and missionaries, other charities and good works. You fared well and paid attention to the welfare of many. Thank you.<br />
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Along your journey, you inspired many to trust God, to follow Jesus, to listen to the Spirit. May what you inspired in us be continued, may God continue what he started in you- through me, through us, through all your family, through my children, through all those you baptized and ministered to - for generations to come.<br />
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<i>"What matters most to me is to finish what God started:</i> the job the Master Jesus gave me of letting everyone I meet know all about this incredibly extravagant generosity of God. <b>And so this is good-bye. </b><br />
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You're not going to see me again, nor I you, you whom I have gone among for so long proclaiming the news of God's inaugurated kingdom. <i>I've done my best for you, given you my all, held back nothing of God's will for you. <b>Now it's up to you. </b></i><br />
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<i>I'm turning you over to God, our marvelous God whose gracious Word can make you into what he wants you to be and give you everything you could possibly need in this community of holy friends.</i> I've never, as you so well know, had any taste for wealth or fashion. With these bare hands I took care of my own basic needs and those who worked with me. <br />
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Last night we kept vigil with Dad. We waited with him, praying our way through the darkness. Listening to his labored breathing, to the raspy silence. St. Paul poetically maps out the way of love: <i>love is patient, love is kind.</i> And thus it is in the coming death of Dad, we all are given moment after moment to extend loving patience and loving kindness. <b>As we wait, so we love. </b><br />
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Our life is put on hold, routine is disturbed, schedules are thrown into disarray as Dad dies. It's not a matter of resentment, but a reality to embrace. The capacity to rely on friends and family, to weather the mourning storm, it reveals the wisdom of how we've been trying to live. Death is a form of judgment, an unmasking of reality. Because it comes after life, death is the period which prompts us to look back on the sentence of our life.<br />
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<i>The chaos of death can either be fueled by how we've been living, or it can be embraced. </i><br />
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In sorting out what I think are my Dad's successes and failures, because I add grace to his life, I get a new understanding of his death and his life. <b>The grace magnifies the successes and it transforms the failures. </b>All that is good about Dad, I've tried to imitate; what I've judged in him, I've seek to overcome in myself. Death after life provides space to revisit my memories, to reconsider the gift I was given. Death after life is a moment to fill with grace and gratitude, or to sow it full of weedy bitterness and regrets.<br />
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My Dad is not dead yet. But we've been fully aware that he's been dying since a few days before Christmas Eve. As our life as ebbed and flowed these many weeks, we've thought a lot about the tides of dying. So fragile life is, so much is unguaranteed. How useless it is to rage against God at the unfairness of life. <b>Death is what adds meaning to life. </b><br />
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Death after life. Is a funeral something to avoid, for you? Is a death a tragedy to ignore or swiftly pass by? <b><i>Or is the death of one you care about an opportunity for you to reinvest in your one life?</i></b> What have I done with all the deaths of the ones I love? I'd like to think I've gained wisdom, wrestled with cynicism, struggled with despair, and embraced the uncertainty. And there is more yet to experience. <i>I don't want to waste my Dad's death, or his life. </i>Death after life, it's how our world works. So what work must I do now, and in the coming moments, to help my Dad die well-loved?</div>
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Why all this writing about my Dad, about death, life, love? Well, it's a way to sort out what's in my head and heart. <i>And maybe a way to encourage others who have felt the sting of death. </i>As one who follows in the way of Jesus, I work to live and love and prepare to die from a Gospel point of view. Jesus was a master wisdom-teacher, not only in his teachings but also in his life. <i><b>To me, for my Dad, Jesus is believable, a trustworthy guide through reality.</b></i> Death after life becomes good news.<br />
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In believing him, the crucified and resurrected Jesus, it plants new ideas about death after life. Death is to prompt mourning. <i>But the promise of resurrection sparks hope.</i> So it is with glad obedience to Jesus that I work to love my Dad well, both in living and dying. <b>To choose love, in the way of Jesus, fuels my faith and hope in the resurrection, in the restoration of all things.</b> Death after life: for me it has prompted and planted grace.<br />
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<i>Thank you, Dad, for introducing me to Jesus, to living, and now dying.</i></div>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-90719085726962767562012-04-29T08:34:00.000-04:002012-04-29T08:34:14.469-04:00Death and SeedsWith my Dad dying, I am obviously thinking about death a lot. I think about Dad's life, such as I remember it and know it, in light of his impending funeral. And I think about my life in connection with my Dad's life, and his dying. There is gratitude. There is respect. There is confusion. There are questions. <i>And there is guilt.</i><br />
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My Dad was born to a farmer, probably a third, fourth, maybe even seventh or ninth generation farmer. Lots of seeds got planted by Hallmans. Lots of life was sustained by my family over the decades and centuries. Many seasons of summer, fall, spring and winter were endured. Accumulated wisdom on how to prepare, when to work, what to do amidst the unexpected. But at the core of farming is this finality: <b>winter is coming. </b><br />
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To the degree that we forgo cultivating a vegetable gardening, that we buy canned and boxed food at a grocery chain-store, we rarely ever get the reminder to prepare for winter. <i>Or death. </i>Sure there are signposts, funerals of friends, tragic snuffing of life on the nightly news or Redbox movies. But does it lead to our rumination of a life well lived, of seeds well planted, of ground well prepared? Do we take seriously that at the end of the harvest is the cessation of work?<br />
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My Dad has planted many seeds during his almost eighty years of life. As a farmer, as a gardner, as a husband, as a pastor. As a son, as fruit of his seed, I contemplate the gift of life he made possible for me. <b>And what am I doing with it? </b>What am I doing with his gift, my life, and the story of his life. The wondering prompts guilt.<br />
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It's too easy to plough through the seasons oblivious to the rhythms of the Earth. To miss moments of planting, to skip over the days of cultivating, to ignore the weeding, to resist the waiting, to be distracted during harvest-time, and to misuse the rest and repair that winter offers. I feel like I've missed too many moments with my Dad. With a heart that is already grieving, it seeps with guilt - <i>the finality of death illuminates moments wasted, questions unasked, stories unearthed. </i><br />
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With Dad's life slowly but surely diminishing, it makes me wish I would have made more of our time together. And so I feel guilty about there not being more when we've reached the point of there never being anymore. There are few more seeds for Dad to plant. Just a few more, and then Dad's spring, summer and fall have ceased. I will revisit the seeds Dad has planted in my life, and realize that it's uncountable. <b>But I will try. </b><br />
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<i><b>And I will let the guilt prompt me to feel grace. </b></i>Death has a way of causing us to grasp. And I feel it strongly. But...that for which I grasp, it was undeserved, a good gift from God. So while I feel guilty for not appreciating my Dad more, I take the next step of being thank-full for the gift of my Dad, that I <i>could</i> appreciate him and be blessed by him. Just another way my Dad's impending death helps me turn seeds of guilt into a basket of life-giving grace.Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-36677571698757684172012-04-22T08:19:00.001-04:002012-04-22T08:26:36.461-04:00Death as WinterIt's a beautiful Spring morning. Shadows and sunlight mingle on the green, sloped backyard. A partially planted garden, empty swings, fading daffodils, and a mess of sticks and uncut logs ready for a campfire. This is a good time of year to be alive. Full of potential, of freshness, of possibility, of seedlings and tree buds.<br />
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And yet for our family, like too many others, it is a season of Winter in our soul. If life is like seasons, then my Dad is somewhere past Winter solstice and... we don't know. The brain tumor has brought about a bleakness, the cancer has stirred up a flurry of uncertainty and immobility. The prognosis of death, the onset of Winter is very real in this season of Springtime.<br />
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Everyone has their own story of Winter, of Death, of a season of fading life, of a tale coming to an end. In my own story with my Dad, I'm searching, reflecting, accepting, discovering, realizing, and mourning.<br />
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I'm sad that my Dad is dying, that he has been dying while still living these past seventeen weeks. I'm sad that we didn't have more notice prior to the brain tumor and surgery - the debilitation that followed the procedure robbed us of: that final getaway, the one last family event, the beloved Christmas feast. I'm sad.<br />
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The thousand thoughts in my mind, they need to get sorted out. Conversations with family and friends has been helpful. But to write, to filter, to get the right phrase, to write out the ideas, it's needed.<br />
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How many billions of people have watched their Dad die? Nothing unique about my experience in the grand and tragic tale of humanity. Except it is for me. And with all the accumulated wisdom out there, I want to help my Dad die well loved. And when my day comes, I want to die well.<br />
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<i>Endings are better than beginnings."</i></div>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-441670329465617622012-02-15T14:55:00.001-05:002012-02-15T15:09:52.669-05:00Anchor Through My Eyes<b><i>As a pastor, as part of Anchor, who are we becoming, what ought to be true of us?</i></b><br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Anchor is located ten blocks north of Main Street. We're another ten blocks west of downtown. Our location impresses upon us the crucial need for urban renewal, for the integration of urban and suburban communities, for the collaboration of resources for the prosperity of the city. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Because of the affordability of housing in Anchor's neighborhood, there is a high percentage of families with someone involved in the court or prison system. The effects of inadequate education and vocational training, the lack of character formation and social responsibility, the breakdown of families, the absence of fathers, and ineffectiveness of churches are keenly felt. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Addictions, adultery, apathy, abuse, anger - all universal in their scope, seem to have a concentrated and blatant reign in our neighborhood. <i>What would it take to help our neighborhood and city become a better place to live? </i><br />
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This takes theological reflection, spiritual introspection, and practical application. <i>The pursuit of this reality changes who we are, who we are becoming.</i> And it changes the communities that we part of, building a certain kind of momentum leading to a critical mass for renewal or transformation. </div></div><br />
<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Anchor is a both a community of believers and an organization of servants. </b>We are believers wherever we go - at home, at school, at work - but we gather as believers once a week. We are servants wherever we go as well, but we organize in order to do more together then we could on our own. Our community and organization help produce a koinonia that cares for one another and those in our neighborhood and city. </div><br />
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</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><b>Anchor thinks about it's influence on the city.</b> What the city cares about, Anchor must learn to care about. In figuring out how to be good news to our community, we must discern what is the bad news, and be participants in helping. But Anchor's motivation for caring about the city, about our neighbors, about the problems of our culture is rooted in the commands and commission of Jesus.</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><i>In entering into our culture and society, we take into account those forces that powerfully shape our lives and values, our worldviews and presuppositions.</i> In immersing ourselves in the way of Jesus, and learning about the world we live in, we better understand and can more wisely live out the Good News of God. This can have restorative power for cities and corporations, educational and health organizations, for institutions and neighborhoods.</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div><div style="font-weight: normal;">This requires working with a wide variety of Christians and leaders in the city, to collaborate with like-minded activists for accomplishing together what none of us can do alone. It also requires Christians bringing Christ into their workplace, into their vocations and letting Jesus shape careers, influencing how you use your skills and knowledge for good in light of community and cultural problems.</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><b>All of this hinges on the ability of the pastor and church leadership to foster a healthy community of believers and a productive organization of servants.</b> This requires paying attention to congregational details about spiritual realities, relational needs, economic challenges, racial tensions, gender inequality, and socioeconomic factors.</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div><div style="font-weight: normal;">It also is necessary to improve management skills to fruitfully train and empower for rewarding service. In serving one another in the congregation as well as in the realms of school, work and home, there is a need for effective administration and management to help support inspiring worship, effective small groups, helpful ministries, fruitful evangelism and discipleship. <b>A church that can live out this dual role as community and organization will be a powerful catalyst for the neighborhood and city.</b></div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><i>The temptation is to reduce the gospel to a tool for getting into heaven when you die. </i>But a steady immersion in the Gospel of Jesus will reveal an obvious expectation for disciples: repent of sins, forgive those who sin against you, love as demonstrated by Jesus, join the ministry of reconciliation, be a blessing, heal in the name of Jesus, rescue the lost, pray for God's will to be done on Earth as it is in Heaven.</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><br />
</div><div style="font-weight: normal;"><i>Following Jesus is about what God wants to do on Earth now. </i>The heavenly reward is connected to our faith on Earth - and faith without good works is dead. But a trust in Jesus that produces good works as a blessing to our communities and culture - well this becomes an answer to the Lord's Prayer.</div></div></div></div>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-78908488472190006622011-12-05T07:35:00.000-05:002011-12-05T07:35:20.699-05:00The Individual and CommunityFor thousands of years, the primary way that a human identified himself was through a community. And then came the Age of Enlightenment, the Light of Reason, the Way of the Individual. And we live amongst the confusion, a few centuries later, mired.<br />
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When people fail, we look at them with disappointment, assuming that they didn't take responsibility as an individual for their own life. We discount the role of their community and lift up too high the assumption that people have great power as an individual over their destiny.<br />
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We see people succeed and we admire them for taking their life by the reigns and victoriously surging forth as an individual. We downplay the contribution that any kind of community played in their life to prepare them for there accomplishments.<br />
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This downgrade of community and obsession with individuality has been part of our heritage for a few centuries now. It's too easy to look at our parents or older generation and reject their traditions and perspectives - for that's what they did in their days, and so on. We inherit from our parents the desire to think for ourselves - which means we must reject any accumulated wisdom they might be able to pass on. How smart is that?<br />
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What are the fears associated with a renewed emphasis on community? People don't like to be told what to do. They don't like to be forced into a routine, to have a tradition enforced. People don't like being accountable to people outside their family. People don't want to feel obligated to care for others outside their selective network of friends.<br />
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Christians are born into this aura of individualism. It's why we struggle so much with community. Yet Jesus places a high value on community, almost more so than on individualism. In our age, we think that community results from the gathering of individuals. But for Jesus, community is both the origins and nexus for individuality.<br />
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Christians are identified as the body of Christ - which implies that we only exist because of our connections to each other. How can a foot increase it's value to the body by insisting on its individuality? Of course the foot is a sort of individual, differentiated from the hand and heart. But it's value is not just that it is different, but that the difference plays a substantial role in giving life to the community to which is attached.<br />
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The greatest command for Christians is to love. God is love. We are go give God, to give love to the world. But we can't do that as individuals. Love can only happen in community. You can't love by yourself. You can't even come to know God or love by yourself. It requires a community to give birth to you and those ideas and structures and history from which you benefit and are nurtured. Love is can't be just an exchange between two individuals. Love is what makes community possible, what makes individuals able to be attached and make a contribution to the life of others.<br />
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It's almost as if you have to pick one: love or individualism. If you pick love you get community. If you pick individualism, you get yourself, your way of doing things, your thoughts, your attempts to relate to God and know love on your own terms. But God seems to insist on being first and primary - often at the expense of your individuality. God wants you to love and be loved, and that means embracing community, his way of becoming.<br />
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The funny thing is, people throw away their individuality in dozens of ways, all the while insisting that they are not going to be bound to community and let someone tell them what to do. So they live in this shadow world, rootless, anchorless, drifting. They claim to be an individual while at the same time embracing the fashion styles of celebrities. Just like a few million other fans. The individual asserts the ability to think for himself, and then aligns himself with a popular modern writer. Just like a few million others.<br />
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Oh, we want community. We want to be led. We want to be bound to tradition. We want love. But we've drank so long from the toxic well of the Enlightenment. Even our readings of Scripture, our thoughts on God are fueled by this pervasive attitude of individuality. We think of God as the supreme individual. Except that he exists as the Trinity. And he bound himself up to Israel, and the church. And the world. God lives in community. It's how he expresses love, himself.<br />
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We ought to reconsider our attachment to individuality. I am just as much an individualist as the next person. I was born into it, like everyone else. And yet. As powerful as the drug is, the call of community continues. The desire to love and be loved - God, my wife and children, friends, church - results in a draining of those individualistic energies that drive me towards loneliness. I want God's kingdom to come. I want to love. I want to see my city flourish. I want the church to prevail as a blessing. Those are all community-oriented themes that undermine my individuality. So be it.Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-7158422317610076292011-11-27T22:54:00.000-05:002011-11-27T22:54:13.028-05:00What is an Advent Sunday?<b>Today is the first Advent Sunday!</b> <i>There are four Advent Sundays leading up to Christmas Day. </i>Today is also the first day of the church year. Interestingly, though, today is not the first day of the Christmas Season. Christmas begins on... <a href="http://www.lectionarypage.net/#December" target="_blank">Christmas Day</a> - and lasts 12 days. It ends on Christmastide, January 5th.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprjmd6nG6W1HML68sAq-bOvPSNCQITQF6jpo9XL3_R1hlbxh5Ys93mjP3wL5GNVUG8nPTqV-EnS1fZ9eAo0d3zSZrZV0bFSRREyoKhW2SdIxo0lF9V6Nqy5gJK1X3F9q8gPeN0A/s1600/Saint_Joseph_with_the_Infant_Jesus_by_Guido_Reni%252C_c_1635.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprjmd6nG6W1HML68sAq-bOvPSNCQITQF6jpo9XL3_R1hlbxh5Ys93mjP3wL5GNVUG8nPTqV-EnS1fZ9eAo0d3zSZrZV0bFSRREyoKhW2SdIxo0lF9V6Nqy5gJK1X3F9q8gPeN0A/s320/Saint_Joseph_with_the_Infant_Jesus_by_Guido_Reni%252C_c_1635.jpg" width="260" /></a></div>The word "<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Advent" target="_blank">advent</a>" means "coming," connected to the idea of arrival, appearance, emergence, occurrence, birth, rise, development, approach. The church has for well over a thousand years celebrated the advent or birth or arrival of Christ by marking out the four Sundays before it as a season of preparation.<br />
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The church re-enters into the Nativity Story, imagining in a way that we are participants with Mary and Elizabeth, Simon and Joseph and others who sensed that God was about to appear in a new and radical way.<br />
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<b>As you consider your life, don't you think you would benefit from some time of reflection on what the significance of God's advent as an infant? </b>Do we assume we have a rich and robust grasp on the Incarnation? How could we spend four Sundays preparing for the celebration on Christmas Day of God becoming one of us?<br />
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<i>When we consider the Advent of Christ, it carries two meanings. </i>We remember the birth of Jesus, born into poverty, under the tyranny of a vicious king. We also remember the promise of Jesus that he would return, that he will come again, that there will be another, final, advent. The church starts the new year with four Sundays to consider the promises - then and now - of what the coming King Jesus will do when he arrives.<br />
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It's likely that the bewilderment and controversy that surrounded Jesus the first time he came will follow him the second time around. <i>Maybe we need the four Sundays to remind us of how much we don't understand.</i> <b>Of our need for help when it comes to believing. </b><br />
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We think we understand the First and Second Advent of Christ. We need our Sundays to point us to Jesus - to help us understand what he actually said and did. The life of Jesus shapes our understanding of the Advent that was, and the Advent to come.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6DH-dmZFTwlmWjmprNWcbRIX6j1s-EKTsfwL9iLBhSY4IZQqDk92JdxsHFAC1aR6UB1QmkP_69EkfDRyXnUpXHO8wACy7b2pTI_o79-PTwNQlKj-s7Ynj-QjqHrCmOOB4S_bMw/s1600/6a00d83451db4269e20147e15a45f4970b-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6DH-dmZFTwlmWjmprNWcbRIX6j1s-EKTsfwL9iLBhSY4IZQqDk92JdxsHFAC1aR6UB1QmkP_69EkfDRyXnUpXHO8wACy7b2pTI_o79-PTwNQlKj-s7Ynj-QjqHrCmOOB4S_bMw/s320/6a00d83451db4269e20147e15a45f4970b-800wi.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><b>Advent Sundays are not a substitute for celebrating Christmas. </b><i>The church celebrates Christmas for twelve days. Advent Sundays point to Christmas, they challenge our understanding of Christmas, but they are not part of the Christmas season. </i><br />
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Some of us are sick of Christmas by the time we get to December 25th. We've spent so much time shopping and partying and stressing and getting wrapped up in the drama of family dysfunction around the holidays that Jesus gets the shaft.<br />
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<i>Really, how much of your Christmas energies go into worship of Jesus? </i>Attending a Christmas Eve or Christmas Day service is the classic way of worshiping the newborn King. But that is supposed to be the beginning of twelve days of worship, not the exhausted end.<br />
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There is plenty of material out there on how to prepare yourself during these four weeks of Advent. To the degree that you are interested in keeping Christ in Christmas, don't let your busyness cause you to push the baby Jesus off to the side. <b>Keep it simple. Keep it intentional. Keep it focused on Jesus.</b><br />
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<b>* List out all your questions about Jesus </b>and his teachings on a piece of paper, and put it in your Bible. As you read through each Gospel, add to your list. Trust me, most of what you will read about Jesus will cause more questions. It should.<br />
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<b>* Do some research</b> into the history behind the Christmas hymns that we sing each year. Or the traditions that we observe each year. Or the origins of the Santa Claus myth.<br />
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<b>* Spend time reflecting on your unconfessed sins </b>each Sunday morning or evening The greatest gift you can give God and others and yourself is truth about the sins you hang on to, the sins you won't forgive - in yourself, and others. To forgive and let yourself be forgiven is the true fulfillment of Christmas.<br />
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<b>* Look for a way to give away something good everyday. </b>A good word, a good attitude, a good ear, a good hand, a good prayer - as prompted by the Spirit of Christ.<br />
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<b>* Find a way to integrate Jesus into everything </b>you do during what you consider the Christmas Season.<br />
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<b>* Don't go in debt</b> to buy presents for people as a celebration of Jesus' birth.<br />
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<b>* Eagerly desire to let poverty into your life.</b> Either take a vow of poverty, or give away your possessions such that you only have the bare necessities, or become friends with those who are poor. Jesus was born into poverty, lived in poverty, ministered amongst the poor, taught the poor, loved the poor.<br />
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<b>* Put a <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nativity_scene" target="_blank">Nativity scene </a>in your front yard.</b><br />
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<b>* Make your own list </b>of how you will live this December in light of the Advent of Jesus?Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25008650.post-90170906627365357012011-11-26T10:53:00.000-05:002011-11-26T10:53:57.982-05:00Teaching Me To Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnoGXoeEdQu6T5YtUeL7rPQARyLBYLkwcW3RkHa6-pAyeQNbSfv1dEB8UjCrV6z3tYpxmbK8JO6KH1n-jWu8MK-FS5a9wF0CMjNkwXIs-BVjKYLWjyTkeCJ8tGbZkzTqASdbvZw/s1600/7391675.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnoGXoeEdQu6T5YtUeL7rPQARyLBYLkwcW3RkHa6-pAyeQNbSfv1dEB8UjCrV6z3tYpxmbK8JO6KH1n-jWu8MK-FS5a9wF0CMjNkwXIs-BVjKYLWjyTkeCJ8tGbZkzTqASdbvZw/s320/7391675.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>In 1847 a Danish Christian wrote at length on how we can love in light of what God had revealed to us through Jesus. Soren Kierkegaard, a brilliant philosopher, turned his searching mind and heart towards the truth of love and how it works in our world. Long story short, I found his book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Works-Love-Soren-Kierkegaard/dp/0061713279/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1322322316&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Works of Love</a> in 2004 having spent a few years praying to God that he would teach me how to love.<br />
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Today, six and a half years later, I finished <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Works-Love-Soren-Kierkegaard/dp/0061713279/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1322322316&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Works of Love</a>. A lot of life has happened since then. It would seem that God has been helping me answer my own prayer, thanks to my wife and kids and family and friends and church. And Kierkegaard. I also realize how much more I have to learn about love. <b>Or, what I learned was only the beginning of how to love.</b><br />
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The advantage of reading really old reflections on the works of love is rooted in its disconnection from our post-modern ways of thinking about God and relationships and self. But, 1847 was also among those nascent years of the Enlightenment, our Modern period of thinking. It's odd to read Kierkegaard's critiques on his culture and church - they sound so similar to ours today. <i>What he has to say is relevant to our situations now.</i><br />
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I grew up in a loving home. I have loving parents and brothers and extended family. I have a loving wife and four loving children. I am part of a loving church. I am loved by many friends. There is much love in my life. <i><b>What does that tell me? </b></i>That I am an expert in loving? That I have much to teach about love? Or, that God has been helping answer my prayer. And that every opportunity I have to give love is also a revelation of how much more I have to learn.<br />
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If love is truly the greatest thing in all the world, then I'd be crazy to settle for a mediocre love. There is much left to understand in this world of how God gives love, of how God gives himself, of how Jesus is our supreme image of love at work in the world. There is so much confusion. So much hurt and rage. There is much discontent about the kind of love that is being offered up these days. <i>How to enter into the most excellent way of love - and let that overflow onto all those connected to my life?</i><br />
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So in the final pages of Kierkegaard's thoughtful <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Works-Love-Soren-Kierkegaard/dp/0061713279/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1322322316&sr=8-1" target="_blank">Works of Love</a>, here are some disturbing and striving discourses on love:<br />
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<blockquote>Christianity's view is: forgiveness is forgiveness; your forgiveness is your forgiveness; <i>your forgiveness of another is your own forgiveness;</i> the forgiveness which you give, you receive, not contrariwise, that you give the forgiveness for which you receive.<br />
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It is as if Christianity would say: pray to God humbly and believing in your forgiveness for he really is compassionate in such a way as no human being is; but if you will test how it is with respect to the forgiveness, then observe yourself. <i>If honestly before God you wholeheartedly forgive your enemy (but remember that if you do, God sees it), then you dare hope also for your forgiveness, for it is one and the same.</i><br />
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God forgives you neither more nor less nor otherwise than as you forgive your trespasses.<b> It is only an illusion to imagine that one himself has forgiveness, although one is slack in forgiving others.</b><br />
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<i>It is also conceit to believe in one's own forgiveness when one will not forgive, for how in truth should one believe in forgiveness if his own life is a refutation of the existence of forgiveness!</i><br />
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<b>For, Christianly understood, to love human beings is to love God and to love God is to love human beings; what you do unto men you do unto God, and therefore what you do unto men God does unto you.</b><br />
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If you are embittered towards men who do you wrong, you are really embittered towards God, for ultimately it is still God who permits wrong to be done to you. <i>If, however, you gratefully take the wrongs from God's hand "as a good and perfect gift," you do not become embittered towards men either.</i><br />
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If you will not forgive, you essentially want something else, you want to make God hard-hearted, that he should not forgive, either: how, then should this hard-hearted God forgive you? If you cannot beat the offences of men against you, how should God be able to bear your sins against him?<br />
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<b>If you have never been solitary, you have also never discovered that God exists. </b>But if you have been truly solitary, then you also learned that everything you say to and do to other human beings God simply repeats; he repeats it with the intensification of infinity. The word of blessing or judgment which you express concerning someone else, God repeats; he says the same word about you, and this same word is blessing or judgment over you.<br />
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Such a person will certainly avoid speaking to God about the wrongs of others towards him, about the speck in his brother's eye, <b><i>for such a person will rather speak to God only about grace,</i></b> lest this fateful word of justice lose everything for him through what he himself has called forth, the rigorous like-for-like.<br />
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Soren Kierkegaard, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Works-Love-Soren-Kierkegaard/dp/0061713279/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1322322316&sr=8-1" target="_blank"><i>Works of Love</i>,</a> p348-353</blockquote>Tim Hallmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14377895873260357598noreply@blogger.com0