Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Millions...

Million's MovieI just rented, and ended up keeping and buying the movie Millions. It's a british indi-film that only made 6 million at the box office, but I absolutely love.


It's a quaint and charming PG movie about a boy struggling to do what he believes is right, no matter how naive, in a world that doesn't share the same values. There's a mixture of Catholicism, mysticism, and fantasy throughout and makes for a great discussion. Go watch it!


This is a song from the soundtrack I can't get enough of. It's called 'Nirvana' by El Bosco and features a Spanish children's choir.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Just pictures...

Far too swamped to write... other than about what I'm busy with, but who in our day and age wants to hear about someone else's busyness anyways?


Homemade burger


above is a homemade burger I made for Yvonne... lean ground beef mixed with chopped onion and spices, roasted tomatoes, carmelized onions, sauteed mushrooms on multigrain bread. mmmm..mmm....!

asleep babysitting


I found this picture in my camera. Yvonne must have snapped it when we were taking care of our friend's baby Isabelle.

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Bono preaches...

Amazing. Read the transcript below.

Video clip on cnn here.

Bono's best sermon yet: Remarks at the National Prayer Breakfast

If you're wondering what I'm doing here, at a prayer breakfast, well, so am I. I'm certainly not here as a man of the cloth, unless that cloth is leather. It's certainly not because I'm a rock star. Which leaves one possible explanation: I'm here because I've got a messianic complex.

Yes, it's true. And for anyone who knows me, it's hardly a revelation.

Well, I'm the first to admit that there's something unnatural...something unseemly...about rock stars mounting the pulpit and preaching at presidents, and then disappearing to their villas in the south of France. Talk about a fish out of water. It was weird enough when Jesse Helms showed up at a U2 concert...but this is really weird, isn't it?

You know, one of the things I love about this country is its separation of church and state. Although I have to say: in inviting me here, both church and state have been separated from something else completely: their mind.

Mr. President, are you sure about this?

It's very humbling and I will try to keep my homily brief. But be warned - I'm Irish.

I'd like to talk about the laws of man, here in this city where those laws are written. And I'd like to talk about higher laws. It would be great to assume that the one serves the other; that the laws of man serve these higher laws...but of course, they don't always. And I presume that, in a sense, is why you're here.

I presume the reason for this gathering is that all of us here - Muslims, Jews, Christians - all are searching our souls for how to better serve our family, our community, our nation, our God.

I know I am. Searching, I mean. And that, I suppose, is what led me here, too.

Yes, it's odd, having a rock star here - but maybe it's odder for me than for you. You see, I avoided religious people most of my life. Maybe it had something to do with having a father who was Protestant and a mother who was Catholic in a country where the line between the two was, quite literally, a battle line. Where the line between church and state was...well, a little blurry, and hard to see.

I remember how my mother would bring us to chapel on Sundays... and my father used to wait outside. One of the things that I picked up from my father and my mother was the sense that religion often gets in the way of God.

For me, at least, it got in the way. Seeing what religious people, in the name of God, did to my native land...and in this country, seeing God's second-hand car salesmen on the cable TV channels, offering indulgences for cash...in fact, all over the world, seeing the self-righteousness roll down like a mighty stream from certain corners of the religious establishment...

I must confess, I changed the channel. I wanted my MTV.

Even though I was a believer.

Perhaps because I was a believer.

I was cynical...not about God, but about God's politics. (There you are, Jim.)

Then, in 1997, a couple of eccentric, septuagenarian British Christians went and ruined my shtick - my reproachfulness. They did it by describing the millennium, the year 2000, as a Jubilee year, as an opportunity to cancel the chronic debts of the world's poorest people. They had the audacity to renew the Lord's call - and were joined by Pope John Paul II, who, from an Irish half-Catholic's point of view, may have had a more direct line to the Almighty.

'Jubilee' - why 'Jubilee'?

What was this year of Jubilee, this year of our Lord's favor?

I'd always read the scriptures, even the obscure stuff. There it was in Leviticus (25:35)...

'If your brother becomes poor,' the scriptures say, 'and cannot maintain himself...you shall maintain him.... You shall not lend him your money at interest, not give him your food for profit.'

It is such an important idea, Jubilee, that Jesus begins his ministry with this. Jesus is a young man, he's met with the rabbis, impressed everyone, people are talking. The elders say, he's a clever guy, this Jesus, but he hasn't done much...yet. He hasn't spoken in public before...

When he does, is first words are from Isaiah: 'The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,' he says, 'because He has anointed me to preach good news to the poor.' And Jesus proclaims the year of the Lord's favour, the year of Jubilee (Luke 4:18).

What he was really talking about was an era of grace - and we're still in it.

So fast-forward 2,000 years. That same thought, grace, was made incarnate - in a movement of all kinds of people. It wasn't a bless-me club... it wasn't a holy huddle. These religious guys were willing to get out in the streets, get their boots dirty, wave the placards, follow their convictions with actions...making it really hard for people like me to keep their distance. It was amazing. I almost started to like these church people.

But then my cynicism got another helping hand.

It was what Colin Powell, a five-star general, called the greatest W.M.D. of them all: a tiny little virus called AIDS. And the religious community, in large part, missed it. The ones that didn't miss it could only see it as divine retribution for bad behaviour. Even on children...even [though the] fastest growing group of HIV infections were married, faithful women.

Aha, there they go again! I thought to myself judgmentalism is back!

But in truth, I was wrong again. The church was slow but the church got busy on this the leprosy of our age.

Love was on the move.

Mercy was on the move.

God was on the move.

Moving people of all kinds to work with others they had never met, never would have cared to meet...conservative church groups hanging out with spokesmen for the gay community, all singing off the same hymn sheet on AIDS...soccer moms and quarterbacks...hip-hop stars and country stars. This is what happens when God gets on the move: crazy stuff happens!

Popes were seen wearing sunglasses!

Jesse Helms was seen with a ghetto blaster!

Crazy stuff. Evidence of the spirit.

It was breathtaking. Literally. It stopped the world in its tracks.

When churches started demonstrating on debt, governments listened - and acted. When churches starting organising, petitioning, and even - that most unholy of acts today, God forbid, lobbying...on AIDS and global health, governments listened - and acted.

I'm here today in all humility to say: you changed minds; you changed policy; you changed the world.

Look, whatever thoughts you have about God, who He is or if He exists, most will agree that if there is a God, He has a special place for the poor. In fact, the poor are where God lives.

Check Judaism. Check Islam. Check pretty much anyone.

I mean, God may well be with us in our mansions on the hill. I hope so. He may well be with us as in all manner of controversial stuff. Maybe, maybe not. But the one thing we can all agree, all faiths and ideologies, is that God is with the vulnerable and poor.

God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them. "If you remove the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger and speaking wickedness, and if you give yourself to the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then your light will rise in darkness and your gloom with become like midday and the Lord will continually guide you and satisfy your desire in scorched places."

It's not a coincidence that in the scriptures, poverty is mentioned more than 2,100 times. It's not an accident. That's a lot of air time, 2,100 mentions. (You know, the only time Christ is judgmental is on the subject of the poor.) 'As you have done it unto the least of these my brethren, you have done it unto me' (Matthew 25:40). As I say, good news to the poor.

Here's some good news for the president. After 9/11 we were told America would have no time for the world's poor. America would be taken up with its own problems of safety. And it's true these are dangerous times, but America has not drawn the blinds and double-locked the doors.

In fact, you have doubled aid to Africa. You have tripled funding for global health. Mr. President, your emergency plan for AIDS relief and support for the Global Fund - you and Congress - have put 700,000 people onto life-saving anti-retroviral drugs and provided 8 million bed nets to protect children from malaria.

Outstanding human achievements. Counterintuitive. Historic. Be very, very proud.

But here's the bad news. From charity to justice, the good news is yet to come. There is much more to do. There's a gigantic chasm between the scale of the emergency and the scale of the response.

And finally, it's not about charity after all, is it? It's about justice.

Let me repeat that: It's not about charity, it's about justice.

And that's too bad.

Because you're good at charity. Americans, like the Irish, are good at it. We like to give, and we give a lot, even those who can't afford it.

But justice is a higher standard. Africa makes a fool of our idea of justice; it makes a farce of our idea of equality. It mocks our pieties, it doubts our concern, it questions our commitment.

Sixty-five hundred Africans are still dying every day of a preventable, treatable disease, for lack of drugs we can buy at any drug store. This is not about charity, this is about justice and equality.

Because there's no way we can look at what's happening in Africa and, if we're honest, conclude that deep down, we really accept that Africans are equal to us. Anywhere else in the world, we wouldn't accept it. Look at what happened in South East Asia with the tsunami. 150,000 lives lost to that misnomer of all misnomers, "mother nature." In Africa, 150,000 lives are lost every month. A tsunami every month. And it's a completely avoidable catastrophe.

It's annoying but justice and equality are mates. Aren't they? Justice always wants to hang out with equality. And equality is a real pain.

You know, think of those Jewish sheep-herders going to meet the Pharaoh, mud on their shoes, and the Pharaoh says, "Equal?" A preposterous idea: rich and poor are equal? And they say, "Yeah, 'equal,' that's what it says here in this book. We're all made in the image of God."

And eventually the Pharaoh says, "OK, I can accept that. I can accept the Jews - but not the blacks."

"Not the women. Not the gays. Not the Irish. No way, man."

So on we go with our journey of equality.

On we go in the pursuit of justice.

We hear that call in the ONE Campaign, a growing movement of more than 2 million Americans...Left and Right together... united in the belief that where you live should no longer determine whether you live.

We hear that call even more powerfully today, as we mourn the loss of Coretta Scott King - mother of a movement for equality, one that changed the world but is only just getting started. These issues are as alive as they ever were; they just change shape and cross the seas.

Preventing the poorest of the poor from selling their products while we sing the virtues of the free market...that's a justice issue. Holding children to ransom for the debts of their grandparents...that's a justice issue. Withholding life-saving medicines out of deference to the Office of Patents...that's a justice issue.

And while the law is what we say it is, God is not silent on the subject.

That's why I say there's the law of the land…. And then there is a higher standard. There's the law of the land, and we can hire experts to write them so they benefit us, so the laws say it's OK to protect our agriculture but it's not OK for African farmers to do the same, to earn a living?

As the laws of man are written, that's what they say.

God will not accept that.

Mine won't, at least. Will yours?

[ pause]

I close this morning on...very...thin...ice.

This is a dangerous idea I've put on the table: my God vs. your God, their God vs. our God...vs. no God. It is very easy, in these times, to see religion as a force for division rather than unity.

And this is a town - Washington - that knows something of division.

But the reason I am here, and the reason I keep coming back to Washington, is because this is a town that is proving it can come together on behalf of what the scriptures call the least of these.

This is not a Republican idea. It is not a Democratic idea. It is not even, with all due respect, an American idea. Nor it is unique to any one faith.

'Do to others as you would have them do to you' (Luke 6:30). Jesus says that.

'Righteousness is this: that one should...give away wealth out of love for him to the near of kin and the orphans and the needy and the wayfarer and the beggars and for the emancipation of the captives.' The Koran says that (2.177).

Thus sayeth the Lord: 'Bring the homeless poor into the house, when you see the naked, cover him, then your light will break out like the dawn and your recovery will speedily spring fourth, then your Lord will be your rear guard.' The Jewish scripture says that. Isaiah 58 again.

That is a powerful incentive: 'The Lord will watch your back.' Sounds like a good deal to me, right now.

A number of years ago, I met a wise man who changed my life. In countless ways, large and small, I was always seeking the Lord's blessing. I was saying, you know, I have a new song, look after it…. I have a family, please look after them…. I have this crazy idea...

And this wise man said: stop.

He said, stop asking God to bless what you're doing.

Get involved in what God is doing - because it's already blessed.

Well, God, as I said, is with the poor. That, I believe, is what God is doing.

And that is what he's calling us to do.

I was amazed when I first got to this country and I learned how much some churchgoers tithe. Up to 10% of the family budget. Well, how does that compare with the federal budget, the budget for the entire American family? How much of that goes to the poorest people in the world? Less than 1%.

Mr. President, Congress, people of faith, people of America:

I want to suggest to you today that you see the flow of effective foreign assistance as tithing.... Which, to be truly meaningful, will mean an additional 1% of the federal budget tithed to the poor.

What is 1%?

1% is not merely a number on a balance sheet.

1% is the girl in Africa who gets to go to school, thanks to you. 1% is the AIDS patient who gets her medicine, thanks to you. 1% is the African entrepreneur who can start a small family business thanks to you. 1% is not redecorating presidential palaces or money flowing down a rat hole. This 1% is digging waterholes to provide clean water.

1% is a new partnership with Africa, not paternalism toward Africa, where increased assistance flows toward improved governance and initiatives with proven track records and away from boondoggles and white elephants of every description.

America gives less than 1% now. We're asking for an extra 1% to change the world. to transform millions of lives - but not just that and I say this to the military men now - to transform the way that they see us.

1% is national security, enlightened economic self-interest, and a better, safer world rolled into one. Sounds to me that in this town of deals and compromises, 1% is the best bargain around.

These goals - clean water for all; school for every child; medicine for the afflicted, an end to extreme and senseless poverty - these are not just any goals; they are the Millennium Development goals, which this country supports. And they are more than that. They are the Beatitudes for a globalised world.

Now, I'm very lucky. I don't have to sit on any budget committees. And I certainly don't have to sit where you do, Mr. President. I don't have to make the tough choices.

But I can tell you this:

To give 1% more is right. It's smart. And it's blessed.

There is a continent - Africa - being consumed by flames.

I truly believe that when the history books are written, our age will be remembered for three things: the war on terror, the digital revolution, and what we did - or did not to - to put the fire out in Africa.

History, like God, is watching what we do.

Thank you. Thank you, America, and God bless you all.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Train ride to Montreal...

I decided to take the ViaRail (the train that connects across Canada) for my business trip to Montreal this week. There's wi-fi acccess onboard and the image of the voxtropolis login screen with the train station came to mind. It's amazing what humans have done to stay connected.

There is something about being on a train. There's a sense that you're multitasking because you're travelling, yet it's incredibly relaxing. You're presented with moving sceneries of nature, cities, and loved-ones hugging as they re-connect at each stop. It also really helps when you're being pampered in 1st class with your every need met... swordfish and filet mignon were on the menu today, incredible.


Here's a picture from of the city from my hotel suite. It's interesting how in the dark, you can only see what the light hits...


Wednesday, January 25, 2006

I'm not sure why this image stirs me...




Whatever you think of Joyce Meyer (one of our top 50's in my previous post), she helped rally 40,000 people across India to pray and reflect on Christ.


I'm a minority myself, attending an ethnic church, yet something wierd inside of me still thinks 'wow, they worship our Lord too'...


I absolutely believe the Scriptures when it talks about every tongue, and tribe, and nation, worshiping God... I just don't think i've come even close to experiencing the full richness and beauty of it all. I wonder when that day will come...

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Christ, the white, skinny, model...

The Lord's Supper for models

I think I'll be dual posting here and there between blogger and voxtropolis until I can migrate my archives and things get tweaked over there.


A few articles i've stumbled upon recently.


Article from the American Spectator thinks that 2006 might be the worst year for Jesus since 33 A.D. with reports that he was a stoner and the release of the Da Vinci Code movie.


In Italy, someone's taking Jesus to court. He's being charged with impersonation!


The above photo of the Lord's supper by fashion designer Marithe Francois Girbaud was banned
by Milan
. I'm not sure why people were so offended. Can't skinny white models come to Jesus as well? Sometimes we think Jesus only came for the outcast, the lame, and the poor. He also came for the popular, the socially beautiful, and the rich (ie. Matthew the tax collector).


and to go a bit further... if the world was nothing but a bunch of skinny white models (to sterotype, I know every individual is much more than that),


wouldn't Jesus, as the God who reaches down to live and die amongst us, also have come as a skinny, white, model?

Thursday, January 12, 2006

I'm moving to Voxtropolis...

I'm part of the Voxtropolis (City of voices) beta community that Alex McManus and company have put together... i'll be transitioning my reflections there in the coming months as the kinks get worked out.

As for now, here are the latest pics from my amazing little faith community.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Pouring sunlight on the streets...


Check out the size of those onion rings.

This Christmas I wrote my beautiful wife a little song. It's partially about how I have to drag her out of bed every morning (literally by the feet as she hangs onto the pillows).

I'll even disclose myself further and share the mp3 i just made of it. One-shot, unedited, with the only strumming pattern i know. Guess which popular song of 2005 i got most of the tune from...






Hey princess, wake up,
I know how it feels good in the dark.
You hide yourself, but there’s so much light locked in that heart

I pull you out, so you can shine,
I lift you up, for the world to see.
You have no idea how lovely you can be...

You don’t have to be the best
It’s okay if you’re a mess
Just share your soul with me
We’ll spend our days, pouring sunlight on the streets

I know, it gets hard,
Being daylight, in the dark,
But don’t you cover up now, your beauty’s breaking through...

And when nothing works out right
And darkness clouds your way
I’ll lift you back up high
We’ll spend our days, pouring sunlight on the streets

mp3 temporarily available for here.

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Small groups...

Just a few things to chew on from my class...

We typically have or aim for having a paid pastoral staff member for every 150 people. With a solid small group model that can be stretched to 500 people for every paid staff member... The Mormon's with over 10 million members have a total of 12 paid staff.

Small groups don't just happen. Behind the scenes of every thriving small group is a leader working very hard.

If you're going to teach people how to love, you better teach them how to grieve as well.

I'm re-launching our small group this year. I'm hoping to add more structure to facilitate additional chaos as we deepen and expand our realm of impact.

Our irreducible minimum's that we'll be focusing on this year are Christ, Community, and Cause.

Can't wait to see how things unfold.

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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Great things ahead...

Just got back from the annual trip to Ottawa, and what looks like quite the blogging hiatus.

Thanks to those who've continued checking in.

Before I started working and before I got married, 2006 had been marked in my mind as the year I retire from the workforce, return to school full-time, and we have ourselves a child.

Some think I'm jumping into a life of debt. I think it's just going to be another step in this beatiful adventure through life with my wife.

I finished Anne Rice's 'Christ our Lord' novel (actually i borrowed the audiobook from the library). It was risky and brilliant. I've never experienced a more vivid and rich picture of the Jewish culture during Jesus' day. Though slow at times, parts of it just left me in awe of God who walked the earth. You can find a more full review here or on amazon.

I'll be at Tyndale the rest of the week taking 'building a church through small groups'.

Have a great 2006. It's up to you.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Church planting congress...

I was very sick for a couple days and am in the middle of the national church planting congress.

I need some time to repent. More later.

Thursday, November 03, 2005

Everyday Mission...

Many paid for "Sex with Lon" last semester...

(A sunday school class I taught a few months back called Passion & Purity that quickly got renamed by its attenders)

Coming soon is "Everyday Mission".
Mission is where the deepest needs of humanity and your calling intersect. Rekindle the flame for living beyond yourself. Rediscover the lost art of articulating your faith. Reveal Jesus in all that you do. Relentlessly live on mission every day of your life.
I'm hoping many can come because I think it's going to be some of the most important content ever. Yes ever.


(I just realized this blog hasn't been showing up in Internet Explorer properly. Unless someone can tell me what's going on, i don't think i'm going to try and fix it. You should be using firefox or opera anyways.)

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Incredible...

Things have been incredible the last while. It seems as if I've spent the last few years trying to get here. I've been researching, organizing, and tweaking my core values, priorities, systems, tools, and disciplines.

I've finally reached a precious sweet spot (at least for the time being), where my life feels in-synch with how things ought to be. It's been a long journey of trial and error and discovery, but I'm absolutely convinced that the habits and foundations i've been laying down over time will shape a destiny.

I'm a bit drained from trying to finish my Greek Exegesis paper last night, but that's because 'date night' with my wife tonight is a priority in my life. My walk with the Lord has been a become a consistant jog with spurts of running, my finances & budget is in order, i have processes for idea capturing, archiving and actioning, i'm now on year 4 of our 30 year plan and on track, i have an amazing community in which I lead but that also supports me, I have key relationships of all sorts in which i'm investing my life in, my family has been getting along better than ever, i'm solid at work, emails are responded to, i'm journaling and reflecting, i'm growing professionally and personally at a sustainable pace, I wake up excited in the mornings, and Yvonne, well she adds fuel to my fire and totally rocks!

As a relentless dreamer, I'm always longing for more than I can handle. Which means the things that need to get done are always piling up. I've been thinking of all these tasks-that-seem-to-slow-me-down as line items on a credit card bill. I can keep dreaming with incremental gains while being docked heavy interest mentally, OR I can consistantly keep that mental space clear so that I have even more room for dreaming, creativity, running free, moving forward, and all that exciting stuff.

One of my latest life changes, was finally taking care of myself. My physical health and well-being has been a final frontier that has always plagued me. Moving to our present condo with the gym facilities was very strategic in helping me with this particular goal.

Truth is, i've never really spent a lick of energy on my health. I still remember eating open chocolate bars i'd find on the streets, and sucking cheese and gravy from straws in high school. I wouldn't sleep for as much as four days in a row cramming text books i had never opened before for exams. Before I got married, I did like 10 push ups, and decided I was ready and 'presentable'... hilarious! The last couple months i finally started hitting the gym 3-5 times a week, staying active and watching what I eat.

It's been simply incredible being able to see the potential in each day that i'm blessed with on this earth. It's like i've been living in hole, and i'm just starting to live overground.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Still alive...

Still alive and kickin'... just been busily enjoying life.



Here's me holding a straight face as the best man for a wedding in ottawa, and Yvonne's family for her grandfather's 99th birthday...

In other news...
Sounds like queen of the Occult, Anne Rice, found God. I loved the vampire chronicles as a teen, I think i'll definitely check out the new book.

Audio's of C.J. and Carolyn Mahaney at the Men's and Women's 2005 Fall Conference at The Bible Church of Little Rock.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Updates...

Read about Google's billion dollar philanthropic commitment today.

We hope that someday this institution will eclipse Google itself in overall world impact by ambitiously applying innovation and significant resources to the largest of the world's problems. ~Sergey Brin & Larry Page
Gotta love it. What are you and your community/organization doing for the world?

Tony Morgan seems to be the place everyone's going to for Catalyst conference play-by-plays. Check out his blog as well as the official catalyst blog for the latest.

I've been starting to implement my own version of David Allen's GTD (Getting things' done) system with OneNote. We'll see how that goes, but just being actively conscious about maximizing my day to day life has already been very rewarding.

Surprisingly, i loved learning greek over the summer, but now that i'm taking part 3 and with part 4 to come next term, I can't say it's still quite as exciting.

Erwin McManus was at 722 last weekend, streaming video here.

I love my small group... i love the people, and their desires for a christ-centered community. Here are a couple of pics with alvin and sharen during a cheese/chocolate fondue and turkey night.

All the main session's of Northpoint's leadership Drive Conference is available here.

Monday, October 03, 2005

Buckhead Church in Atlanta...

While I was in Atlanta I checked out the night service at Buckhead. Buckhead is a satellite campus of North Point Community Church led by Andy Stanley and is regarded as one of the most innovative churches in America. It started in 2001 and is geared towards the twenty-something's crowd.

The church must be exploding because their parking is far beyond maxed out. For blocks coming into the church you see a mix of signs saying 'church parking here' or 'no church parking' in the neighboring store and restaurant parking lots.

They have shuttles that take people in from designated parking areas further out and often need to turn people away from the church because they'd be breaking fire regulations.

It's held in what looks like a converted barn. However, as soon as you head in it's as contemporary as it gets. Sleek foyer, with Flat screen monitors hanging on the walls.

Entering the sanctuary, it was so dark I couldn't find my way through, I felt a bit like I was entering a haunted house during Halloween. Much of this was because there was a heavy black curtain between the closed door behind me and the sanctuary. (now that I think about it makes some sense, because it's always a bit distracting at our church when people come in late and the light peers through the door as the lights are dimmed).

The whole service was dark, with lights scattered across the ceiling, that looked like stars in the expanse. Louie Giglio gave an astronomy lesson for a good half hour and interlaced it with God's awesomeness in creation. I felt like I was at a planetarium more than a church. It was great! You can check out the message here, titled 'astronomical grace'

What's amazing is how large a community Buckhead gathers using pre-recorded messages from North Point. I knew going in that I was watching a video-feed, but a few minutes in, they actually convinced me that there was someone on stage. If you look at my picture on the bottom right, that's a video of Louie Giglio, but because they have the screen going all the way down to the stage floor it looks like he's right there!

Anyhow, I can't describe how embarrassing it was taking pictures during a church service.

I accidentally left the flash on during my first shot and everyone turned back staring at me. Hopefully I'll know better next time. Overall a decent mega-church experience.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

At cruising altitude...

I'm writing from the plane for the first time.

I bring my laptop with me every time, but aside from the odd times I get caught up in an engaging conversation with the stranger next to me, I never do any writing, quite honestly, because I'm paranoid that they'll be watching my every keystroke and mental lapse as I bare my soul to this electronic box.

For some reason as I roamed the airport leaving Atlanta, my bags felt heavier than when I arrived. I think it was just because I was feeling exhausted, but each time I passed through a security checkpoint, I kept picturing them pulling out several kilo's of cocaine… I guess I'll find out when I get home.

As we were about to take off the pilot announced that the computer was experiencing some glitches and they needed to 'reboot'. The engines, air, and lights all went off. I'm praying right now that's not going to happen in mid-air.

It was a bumpy ride penetrating through the clouds as we shot up into the dark skies. Head pressed against the window, I had my usual thoughts of "Lord grant me more time on this earth so that I might fulfill all the things you've put in my heart".

It's hard to tell how much of that prayer was a front for something more selfish.

But just as the plane broke through the rumbling darkness, a hush of calm came upon the plane as it hovered just about the stratus.

Overlapping lines of red, orange, yellow, green, blue stretched across the horizon.

"God this is so beautiful" just kept rolling off my lips. Finally, it was a prayer I knew had nothing to do with me, and absolutely everything to do with the God who created all of this.

What's amazing is that I'm watching in the sky, something humanity for thousands of years could never see, but was always here.

Hrmm… something almost profound about that last statement. I think I'll need to end here.

Monday, September 26, 2005

In Atlanta...



I'm in Atlanta this week on business. I hate being away from home, but I've got to say it's a blessing being able to travel and see different cities.

I've probably taken well over 50 flights the last few years I've got so say flights still make me nervous. I wonder how many people have a moment with their Maker as they pray for safety in the air.

I know I do.

I reflect on sins I've committed or the good I've neglected to do.

I don't believe in a condemning God but for some reason I wonder if a flight could go down due to some past judgment finally catching up to me.

A part of me smiles because I know I've received so much more than I deserve in this yet life, yet I'm plagued by thoughts of not giving as much as I ought to in this life.

I love stories with glorious endings. The hero in me always wants to die in battle, saving the life of a loved one, or while proclaiming the things that truly matter to me. I can't help but feel that something about burning up in a plane as a passenger seems less glorious to me.

Yet I know it wouldn't be if I was on mission. If I was actively engaging in the purposes of the Creator, what's not glorious about that?

The scary thing is maybe I'm not.

Something about possible death pending really helps add a dose of perspective.

A missionary/student in seminary told me once 'no guts, no glory, no missionary stories'.

I wonder what kind of story I'll be leaving behind...

Friday, September 16, 2005

random links

Heading to Ottawa for the weekend...

Here's what's wierd..
game cube revolution controller video clip

IBM... where I work... is offering employees money and benefits to leave the company for good and become teachers.

The Micah Challenge.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

The Kingdom of God...

I led our small group through a discussion on the kingdom of God this week.

We touched on odd passages referring to the kingdom being near, being in you, being on earth, being in process, even 'forcefully advancing'...

We spent part of the evening going through a creative exercise on what a kingdom, any kingdom, would look like.

One comment that came out, amongst many others, was that a kingdom's got to have some high security (ie. impenetrable pearly gates)

It's interesting what a defensive posture we take sometimes.

Could this explain the state of the church as it is today? Could it be that the 'kingdom' would look dramatically different if the church spent less time defending itself, and more time expressing the goodness of God?

When Jesus said that he would build his church and that the gates of hell would not prevail (Matthew 16), the word 'gates' always threw me off. Why the gates, and why not the demons or the forces of hell?

And then it hit me.

It's hell that's on the defense. Jesus sets up his church right along the borders of the kingdom of hell and presses against it. His 'kingdom forcefully advances' and His church prevails over the gates. He sends His warriors into the kingdom of darkness to bring all of those he loves into His kingdom of light.

The kingdoms we often build are nothing like the kingdom of God.

Our kingdoms revolve around self-preservation.
His kingdom goes where no one dares.

Our kingdoms are fortresses from the world.
His kingdom longs that we be a force in the world.

Our kingdoms.
Barely real.

His Kingdom.

Goes on forever.