"To have found God and still to pursue Him is the soul's paradox of love, scorned indeed by the too easily satisfied religionist, but justified in happy experience by the children of the burning heart." -A.W. Tozer, The Pursuit of God

10.17.2006

cheap beer, germans, death...sounds like a party



what!?!?! steve's title has the word "beer" in it? yeah...but let me get to that in a second. first off, this old guy in the picture. his name is deitrich bonhoeffer. he's dead. bonhoeffer? you. you? bonhoeffer. good, now you're old chums.

so, back to cheap beer. pull up a glass of cold urine and let's chat for a moment. we all know, whether you drink or not, that cheap beer is gross. cheap beer is the equivalent of a fountain drink past 1970, when the magic of soda-shops gave way to syrup and carbination machines that produce water partially flavored like the drinks of my childhood, all in the name of money and convenience. it is the stuff of frat parties and fake oktoberfests, when the quality of the drink only matters to the designated driver who still sips on a cup so as not to stick out. cheap beer goes down in the country hall of fame as the drink of stereotypical nascar fans and people who care more about the effects of alcohol than the fact that they are basically drinking bread.

cheap beer is slowly fighting a losing battle. companies are more and more being pressured to erase the stereotypes displayed above, and they are responding by remarketing the beer as "light", "select", "limited", etc. the problem? they are still selling cheap beer. budweiser select out of a keg is still the grossest thing around, even though it's now "select". these companies are quickly losing profits to the falling costs of importing better brews. drinkers can sample beer made from all around the world, including places where alcohol is respected more than abused.



so why am i talking about beer? because of our friend. deitrich bonhoeffer was a german christian raised in the 1920's. during the 30's bonhoeffer left germany and moved to england, where he recieved a theology degree and began to teach. here's the kicker: bonhoeffer RETURNED to germany as hitler was taking power. he didn't run from danger. he ran TOWARDS it. and bonhoeffer was sickened by what he saw. the german church, once an amazing group of chirstians who stood in the face of oppression, had all but kissed hitler and given him their blessing. bonhoeffer worked tirelessly to rebuild a church in germany that would stand against evil in the face of almost impossible odds. bonhoeffer believed a part of that meant killing hitler, and he participated in the german resistance. in fact, he was captured for a failed assasination attempt, placed in a concentration camp, and hanged in early 1945.

bonhoeffer wrote a book called the cost of discipleship as he worked against the nazis. in it, he molded a concept called "cheap grace" in which he said that grace accepted without paying a cost is no grace at all. of course, this is revolutionary, because grace defined is someone recieving something they do not deserve and did not earn. bonhoeffer embraced this, and would not have the church return to indulgence-bound legalism. however, he posed a serious question: if one has accepted a gift of unimaginable worth that he could never begin to earn, would one not give everything away anyway?

the point of everything is this: we live in comfortable homes, we worship in comfortable churches, we live comfortable lives that cost us nothing. what we have is cheap grace. grace? yes. but our response to infinite grace has been an apathetic thanks as we go about our busy lives. and when we feel the call to something more, we market cheap grace as spiritual awakening by adding an extra 5 minutes into our quiet time, or building a new building, or giving money to some cause. does it look better? yes. and perhaps the things done are truly in themselves good things. however, they are still cheap grace attempting to impress a public that knows better. you see, the grace connosouirs are not christians. no, those who know what grace truly looks like are those who have nothing: the smelly, the hurting, the abused, the homeless, the dying. they can see a fake a mile away. like cheap beer on the menu of a traditional irish pub, cheap grace reeks of people who have better things to do than give everything they have to the one who loved them enough to die for them, so that others can have the same unthinkable passion they should have.

the answer to cheap grace is easy - 200 proof grace, straight from the heart of Jesus. what could be more beautiful than people completely drunk off of the love that their savior has for them? what would a people whose God is their pleasure, with Love as their only joy, look like? they would give everything for the only One that satisfies them. they would die for that pleasure, because life itself would mean less. bonhoeffer did.

"when Christ bids a man, he bids him come and die." -d. bonhoeffer

10.09.2006

could it be?



could it be? what is "it" anyway? i heard louie giglio say once, "we talk about God the father and God the son alot, but what about the third person in the trinity? i mean, we pray 'God, please send IT down upon us'. Oh, yeah. IT is a HE - the Holy Spirit." louie's right. we (perhaps as good baptists, we don't want people to think we're weird - too late) seem to run away from any kind of passionate expression to God. well, this weekend can punch that kind of opinion straight in the face. that's what i'm talkin' about, and that's what i'm talkin' about!

perhaps what we miss is that the Holy Spirit moves us towards the love of God and THAT is revival. i've heard these kinds of messages that keas brought at the bcm beach retreat before - but going into this weekend, God had already revealed his grace to me in a way that i hadn't felt in a long time. when passionate calls to stand firm in my identity as a child of God, to love Him recklessly, and to fight for the gospel in the world hit me - i was (in the words of andrew trewick) 'done, son!' i don't know how theologically sound this is, but i've been thinking about the passage in acts which talks about a baptism of the Holy Spirit. perhaps this is not some kind of 'one time event' that we argue over timing about, but rather an outpouring of passion for God that comes when one truly believes God loves him no matter what junk he is carrying. then repentance comes. then passion comes. then the gospel moves into all the world.

this morning i twice walked into the bcm and felt the presence of the Holy Spirit there for the first time in awhile. don't let Him go. read. study. worship. pray. do whatever you have to, but don't let go.

could 'it' be?

yes, He is.

10.05.2006

AHHH!!! I WANT A GIRLFRIEND!!!

(so, in the slightest chance that anyone intellegent reads this blog, this is my apology to you. this may or may not have anything to do with the awesome grace of God, the depravity of man, and/or the state of the church. it may simply be the rantings of a companionship-deprived guy who wants someone to treasure in a "i'm not sure if i wanna date/hang out/commit/make things wierd between us" world.)

my friend has a theory: christian ministries lack the power of God because we refuse to date. now, i preface this by saying my friend is not really a part of a christian ministry, nor is he the typical guy who should be giving advice to christian ministries (sorry, bro), however, he may have a point. we are adults in the prime of our lives, longing for relationships with others, longing for people to hold, for love to be professed, for memories to be made and lessons to be learned. why do we stifle this in the context of christian ministry? it's as if we wish to run away from the very thing that scripturally becomes a picture of the love Christ has for us. interesting...

at any rate (showing my selfishness), this post is not about him. it's about me. here's where i am in the scope of things. for the first time in a long time, i'm "on the market", ready for a relationship, getting to know people, etc. hear that, world? STEVE'S AVAILABLE! okay...that wasn't supposed to come out like that...

let's try this again...

at any rate, this post isn't about me. it's about Him. why is a post about how steve wants a girlfriend about Christ? because it's about freedom. about grace. for the first time in a long time, i'm free. i'm not worried about my seeking this relationship or desiring that friendship impacting some cosmic balance that will throw off God's plan for me. God loves me. i love Him. i'm seeking him daily. i'm speaking with him often, and trying to listen. if i'm going off track, i'll know it. i'm not worried. my definition comes from Him. my identity is not found in who i have or do not have.

and that's awesome. perhaps in a way my friend was right. not in the specifics, but the idea. revival just might be freedom from fear - the fear that our God does not love us, the fear that we can mess up His plans, the fear that we are lacking something if our lives are not always spent in wretched mourning of our sins. because God loves us. He always will. that's grace.