Brokenness>anger, fear, and judgment

Jonas Salk is quoted with “Hope lies in dreams, in imagination, and in the courage of those who dare to make dreams into reality.”  When I read this quote, I can’t help but ask the question: where has the hope gone.  

Years ago, I did a sermon series and through the series I included the following big idea: for, not against.  With the idea that the church world needed to be known more for what they were for than what they were against.  I fear that we are living in times when this is often not the case.  Sadly, much of the church world has taken their cues not from the Scriptures but rather they have taken their cues from culture and politics.  I fear that many Christian leaders may have replaced time in their studies with time spent with their favorite cable news commentor.  We must get back to the place where we, like John Wesley, strive to be known as men and women of one book and not men and women of one political persuasion.

I was born in 1979 and grew up in the height of the purity culture and culture wars.  Like many in that era who were from the more conservative persuasion, there was a time when I was a disciple of Dr. James Dobson and Rush Limbaugh.  When I was in my 20’s I tuned both of them out.  I distinctly remember the day that I was at work and had Rush Limbaugh playing in the garage bay that I was working in.  I was struck with the thought; all Rush did was make me angry.  I was not full of compassion as Jesus was when He surveyed Jerusalem and wept over those who never get it.  I was just mad because people were living like they would never get it.  

With Dr. Dobson it was different.  I have fond memories of things that came from his organization like “Adventures in Odessey” and the recommended book for my wife and I, “The Strong Willed Child.”  At the same time, when I think of Dr. Dobson, I have a much different perspective than many.  I know this will upset many but again please remember I am sharing my perspective that I gained as a youth.  It is one that I have carried with me since the 80’s when Christian’s began reading every label in the grocery store to make sure they were boycotting the proper company.  This stuck with me.  Dobson to me, even as a child, represented a voice that typically sounded kind but took every opportunity he could to point how the church was under attack.  During this time, his views were tied directly to politicians.  For many people of my generation, we grew up believing a politician, not Jesus, was the hope of America.  Some of you probably even had a friend or relative that had a picture of Ronald Reagan somewhere in their home and every two years you got a voting guide that was either mailed to your home or passed out in your church.  This voting guide told you exactly how to vote and somewhere in the process you were told, this is the most important election ever. 

In the mid to late 90’s there was a season where I attended a King James only Independent Fundamental Baptist Church.  Here, protecting the 1611 KJV Bible was seen as more important than protecting anything else.  Some refer to this not as King James only but King James ugly.  There was an ugliness that existed in this isolationist cult-like corner of Christendom.  I believe they truly love Jesus, and they truly will be in heaven someday but when they get there, they will be shocked to find that St. Peter isn’t going to be speaking the King’s English at the pearly gates.  They will be equally as shocked when they realize that the worship in heaven might include cymbals and won’t be a collection of their favorite hymns.  The most shocking of all is that they will encounter not just fundamental Baptists in heaven but will worship with people that they thought would never be there.  They would see Lutherans, Catholics, Methodists, Presbyterians, Charismatics, Wesleyans and others.  While my first question to Jesus might be, “can you introduce me to your mom,” they will be asking “why are all these reprobates in heaven?”  This may sound harsh but what I learned in this period of my life was that everyone was wrong and liberal but us.  

I no longer ask Rush Limbaugh, Dr. Dobson, or Independent Fundamental Baptists for their opinions when I seek to engage with the world around me.  I now ask Jesus.  I look to the character, actions, and words of my Savior.  Limbaugh made me angry, Dobson made me scared, and the Fundy’s made me judgmental.  Jesus provides another path.  I am now full of hope.  I am now more compassionate.  I am now more patient.  I am now more forgiving.  I am now more loving.  I hope that I am now more like Jesus.  

Above all, I am heartbroken. 

I routinely pray that I would resemble Jesus who went up on the mountain top that overlooked Jerusalem and wept.  Even though Jesus knew that the people in the city below would viciously murder Him, He wept over their spiritual condition and the future that awaited them.  He wanted better for them.  Ultimately, this broken heart, drove Him to walk back down that mountainside, walk back into Jerusalem, and walk to the cross where He would be crucified to pay for the sins of His executioners and others.  There He would declare, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”

I find heartbreak is a much better place to live out my life than anger.  Heartbroken people tend to live lives determined to heal where anger when it sits long enough often only creates wounds and division.  Jesus, the Great Physician, offers healing where much of His church offers outrage.  He offers hope where those who claim to follow Him often offer judgement.  

Friends, let’s not forget, “we wrestle not against flesh and blood.”  When we do, our outrage is directed towards those that Jesus directs grace towards.  May we too weep over our cities.  May we too pray, “Father, forgive them for they know not what they do.”

When we fix our eyes on Jesus, we become men and women of hope.  Jesus did not just weep over the nation; He provided a solution and invited them into a right relationship with His Father.  He provided hope.  Restoration of humanity was no longer just a dream but a reality to be grasped.  This is found in Christ alone.  

Processing Yesterday’s Murder of Charlie Kirk

Yesterday afternoon as I waiting for children to get off a bus at my church, I received a text from a friend who informed me that Charlie Kirk had been shot while he was speaking at one of his events.  Shortly thereafter, two more friends began texting as well.  Two of them even sent videos which I watched.  I nearly threw up after watching the first video and concluded on my own that the shot had been fatal.  

As I sat there at my desk, I could hear children in our church.  They made squeals of joy, and I could hear the pitter patter of little footprints as they played games and enjoyed their friends.  As they innocently enjoyed life, I sat alone in my office wondering what in the world this world was coming to.  At the same time, I was thankful for their innocence and even a bit envious.

Once I processed things for a moment, I was struck with the thought, this doesn’t surprise me.  The violent and angry rhetoric that has invaded both sides of the aisle had led us to this point.  Some would argue that we have left our roots as a Christian nation.  Charlie Kirk was one of those who would argue this.  My concern is that many of my brothers and sisters are living in the pursuit of returning to a Christian nation and in turn have set aside their marching orders in order to get there.  The call is not to create a theocracy but an expanse of a kingdom that is already here: the kingdom of God.  Not a pursuit of power but a pursuit of holiness.  For the believer, our marching orders are not the Constitution and the Bill of Rights (although we are blessed to have these documents).  Our marching orders are found in the Sermon on the Mount.  They are found also in Matthew 22 which speaks of loving God and loving people.  

Why do I bring that up?  Well, the response to this shooting is to be expected.  The outcry is loud as it should be.  Kirk was an influential voice and most of the country witnessed his murder as they scrolled their phone through their social media feeds.  Also on our social media feeds are ugly responses.  We don’t really know what happened yet, but the blame game is already going full force.  As to who did it and what is their reason, we don’t know.  I have my suspicions as many do but I just really don’t know.  

Tragedy always reveals the heart of a nation and always reveals the heart of God’s people.  I am deeply saddened at what it has revealed.  Again, I am not shocked.  I am disappointed.  I am sad.  I am saddened that a 31 year man was senselessly murdered (probably because of ideology).  I am saddened that a young wife spent last night awake wrecked with grief.  I imagine she ventured into her sleeping children’s rooms and cried over them and wondered how she is going to raise them on her own.  Her little one’s woke up this morning and momma looked at them, she knew, life would never be the same.  I am saddened that there are Utah Valley University students whose lives will never be the same.  They witnessed a disgusting act of a violence that most of them cannot even process, but their minds have put the whole thing on repeat.  I am saddened that my social media feed is full of conspiracy, finger pointers, and even celebrators.  What the heck is wrong with you people?  I don’t want to sound all high and mighty here but come on.  The body is still warm.

Now is not the time to point fingers.  Now is the time to weep with those who weep.  Now is the time to ask ourselves, have we contributed to the hate.  We must ask ourselves, have I led my sphere of influence closer to the one whose kingdom I represent, or am I a divisive voice in divisive times.  Now is the time to offer hope to the hopeless.  We must ask ourselves if our priorities are in order.  Are we living a life in pursuit of the expanse of the kingdom: His kingdom or are we living in pursuit of power?  

As a man who is deeply pro-life, I too am angry.  I am angry at the Kirk murder.  I am angry at the school shooting that also took place yesterday at Evergreen High School.  I am angry that a Ukrainian immigrant woman was senselessly murdered this past week.  I am angry at the school shooting that happened at Annunciation Catholic Church.  I am angry that woman who were sexually abused feel they must hold a press conference to get justice.  I am angry that a friend of mine’s son in-law was rounded up by ICE.  I am angry that a number of men I once looked up to have turned out to monsters.  I am angry.  This is a tiny list by the way.  Anger is valid.  Anger is justified. 

Yep, I am angry but, I am commanded by Scripture to “be angry and not sin”.  I am told in Scripture that I am to be “salt and light”.  I am told that I am an “ambassador for Christ.”  In spite of my anger, I choose to be a hope dealer.  I know who wins.  I will serve relentlessly.  I will speak up for the marginalized.  I will provide services to those who cannot afford it.  I will love my God, and I will love my neighbor.  I will volunteer.  I will be thankful.  I will choose joy.  This world doesn’t need more darkness it needs more shining lights, and I will try my darndest to be that.  I pray that if you read this and are also a follower of Christ that you will do the same.

My point is this, we do get to make a choice.  Today, I choose love.  

“Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.”-MLK