For the Point University Class of 2020

Here we are. This is being written on the last day of the Spring 2020 Semester and I haven’t seen you in person for something like seven or eight weeks. Even more importantly, you all haven’t been able to see your classmates, teammates, best friends, and a host of other relational descriptors for that time either. Hopefully you would include some great faculty members, coaches, and staff in those “relational descriptors” as well. 

This is not how your final semester of college was supposed to end!

But it did.

Now what?

I want to answer the “Now what?” question by first encouraging you to be grateful for those in places of leadership at Point. I promise you that we didn’t move from in-seat, regular routine to online, no routine just to have something to do. And graduation didn’t become virtual instead of more communal because of a lack of courage on the part of Point leaders. 

I’ve been a part of Point longer than most, if not all, of the 2020 graduates have been alive. In those 43 years we have faced lots of difficult moments and survived. This particular moment may be the most difficult of all of those moments – but it isn’t the first, and not likely to be the last time we face serious challenges. I’m confident God wants us to survive.

Point is moving carefully in these unique moments. Please don’t confuse “caution” and insistence upon reviewing all the options as “hesitation borne of fear.” And please don’t confuse groups – unfortunately some “Christian groups” – who move recklessly and call that courage. 

You would likely be surprised at how many people have participated in countless zoom meetings over the past seven or eight weeks in order to determine the best path forward. A reckless leader might simply say “we are back to normal by mid-summer.” A courageous leader will say, “let’s make the best decision we can – with God’s help – to lead Point into its next opportunity to be a kingdom outpost impacting our culture for Christ.

There is something like 200 people graduating Saturday morning. I can remember when we didn’t have 200 students, total! But God has greatly blessed Point with authentic kingdom leadership and He has obviously blessed that kind of leadership with fruitful, fulfilling opportunities “to educate students for Christ-centered service and leadership throughout the world.”

Leaders whose vocabulary is exhausted with the word “successful” have yet to read Scripture well. “Fruitful” is a better word. It won’t always be the same as our culture’s definition of “successful,” but it will always reflect the heart of Jesus. Leaders who can only talk of “happiness” and “wealth” and “health,” are equally unfamiliar with Scripture. “Fulfillment” and “significance” are much better words.

None of that is to suggest we should be comfortable as “failures” and “miserable,” but it is to suggest that in the coming new world, we have an amazing opportunity to change the conversation of a culture that has pursued “stuff” at the expense of “life” in ways that have failed us. 

What if the 2020 graduates of Point University determined that they will take seriously the call of Jesus to follow Him and decide that things like feeding the hungry, giving water to the thirsty, welcoming strangers, clothing the naked, visiting the sick, taking care of the prisoners, and such “fruitful” and “fulfilling” are more important than the “stuff” our culture has pushed us toward? (Matthew 25:31ff.)

One of my favorite things about graduation is to take pictures with students either before or after the ceremony.  We can’t do that this year. That’s sad.

But . . . once we get beyond “social distancing” and “shelter in place” – everyone one of you can come to West Point and ask your professors to take pictures with you. I’ll even bring my academic regalia if that would make you happy!

On this “commencement-eve” as we think about what might have been tomorrow morning at 11:00 a.m., let me encourage you to think about “what can be, not just tomorrow, but for eternity.” God has great options for each of you – it’s just a matter of stepping up to the plate and swinging the bat!

God bless each of you. I’m so grateful that I’ve been a part of Point while you were a student. Some of you have spent lots of time in class with me, many haven’t. But I promise you – your presence at Point has been a blessing and opportunity for me.

May God richly bless you as you step into a new world of opportunity tomorrow morning about noon time!

Don’t confuse “courage” with recklessness,” and don’t confuse “caution” with cowardice. You’ve had great models at Point. Look at them. Follow their lead.

[Not every Point graduate follows me on social media, so if you see this, please forward to your friends!]

Feeling Isolated?

In a series of email exchanges yesterday, my friend, colleague in ministry, and in many ways a model for life - Roy Lawson - made a comment that I think can be helpful to us during this time of "Stay in Shelter" routine we ought to be following.

Roy has been a preacher at great churches, a college professor, a college president, a seminary professor, and mission consultant for many years. He and his wife for the past few years might best be described as "world travelers impacting the kingdom in their travels."  I first learned of him when I was in seminary and he spoke at an on-campus seminar of "reading and writing." At the time he was the pastor of a large church in Indianapolis. His topic that day was something along the lines of "what good preachers ought to be reading."

I can still remember the sense of relief I felt after listening to him speak about his own reading habits. His reading list was broad and included things like novels - modern and historic; biographies; historical fiction; studies in a variety of different academic topics; as well as things related to Scripture, theology, and the church. I didn't get any sense of some sort of artificial separation between "sacred" and "secular."

My sense of relief was rooted in the fact that I was beginning to read like Roy Lawson! Over the years we became friends through our common interest in Globalscope Campus Ministries and the kingdom of God in general. He grew up in the northwest. I grew up in the deep south. We both have dairy farms in our biographical details.

We both think alike about a variety of topics - tough ones included - which I think can only be the result of our mutual respect for learning, sacred and secular to use the terms so many love. We often share "have you read . . ." comments.

Despite living on the other side of the country and for much of the past few years traveling all over the world, Roy regularly checks on Vicki. It was in one of those emails to see how Vicki was doing that he said something that once again makes me grateful to call him friend.

Here's what he said: "it's really interesting to read Paul's letters, written while he's imprisoned and isolated and separated from his friends - while we're experiencing a hint of the same thing."

I love that he said "a hint of the same thing," and am not in the least that he said it that carefully. We aren't exactly spending our days in prison - and I hope that all of us are praying for those who literally are in prison and at great risk in over-crowded prisons. In Georgia, the extraordinarily poor health care for prisoners has been a front-page, multi-week issue for the Atlanta Journal Constitution long before the current crisis was even imagined. Our very conservative legislature seems unmoved by it all and we keep locking people up. So if you need something to put on your prayer list - this is a pretty good item to add!

But . . . we are "isolated" in ways that we aren't accustomed to. And that can be difficult. Just this morning a news story in metro-Atlanta was about a step-father who shot and killed his 16 year old stepson overnight. The news reporter included the challenge of staying mentally healthy when life as we have always known it seems to have been turned completely over.

Paul literally was in prison when he wrote what are often called the prison epistles. Those epistles include Ephesians, Philippians, Colossians, and Philemon.  Particularly in Philippians 1 you can feel the tension between "when will this be over?" "how will this end?" and "is the ending 'life' or 'death/'"

That sounds a bit relevant. Georgia is currently in a bit of an uproar over those very questions and whether the governor made the right call or not.

I'm a regular Bible reader - daily - and am currently reading through the Torah. But I think I will add to that schedule reading through the Prison Epistles. I'm going to think about Paul's outlook, his attitude, his passion for the church and fellow believers, his "contentment" in whatever happens. I want to remember - he said these words from a prison in Rome (most likely) and managed to stay not only mentally fit, but spiritually fit as well.

If you're not a regular Bible reader, maybe this can be a great outcome from this time of isolation - that you become a regular reader of Scritpure.

If you are a regular reader of Scripture, then join with me in adding a passage from the Prison Epistles to your reading each day.

Once again, my good friend Roy Lawson has found a way to speak into my life in ways that make me stop and thank God for his friendship!

Earth Day 2020 - The 50th Anniversary

Today, 22 April 2020, is the 50th anniversary of Earth Day. This is a spot on our calendar where there is a global call to pay attention to the planet upon which we live. For some, it is little more than a selfish desire to make sure we have a safe place to live - today and into the future. For others, it may have no particular faith-related connotations, but is a kind of respect for creation that Paul seems to suggest as appropriate in Romans 1.

But for others - and I would include myself and lots of other believers - it is an opportunity to model the kind of behavior that the Creation accounts in Genesis 1 and 2 suggest appropriate for humans. Lots of English verbs get used in translating the Hebrew words into our language, but when all is said and done, it seems fair to say that God's intentional purpose at creation was that we humans - His image bearers to creation - were to care for, manage, use appropriately, be stewards of, and - well, just "take care of creation." The place where He was comfortable coming down in the cool of the evening for conversations with His image bearers.

A number of years ago I was a member of the Rotary Club in my town. One of our quarterly projects was to pick up litter on a two-mile stretch of the what might be viewed as "Main Street" though it was named something else.  We would meet early on Saturdays, get brightly colored orange vests from the local police, and divide into teams and pick up litter. As a side note, one very properly Christian member of our club would never participate because, in his words, "Someone might think I was being punished for DUI because of those vests!"

One member of our club, I'll just call him Sam for the sake of privacy, always wanted to be my partner. Sam was one of those people who desperately wanted to have a good relationship with God, but never seemed to be able to pull it off. He had a PhD in forensic toxicology. He called me "Preacher," and I knew once a quarter, early on Saturday morning, wearing a vest that at least to one member made me look like a DUI guilty person, I would have a couple of hours of great theological conversations based on Sam's questions.

One morning, after picking up beer bottles galore, no-good lottery tickets, convenience story hot dog wrappers, and about any kind of trash you can think of, Sam said, "Preacher, I know who throws this stuff out."

I quickly replied, "Tell me who, and let's go talk to them. We could avoid these Saturday morning litter details."

He said, "No, I'm serious, I think I know."

I said, "Tell me."

He said, "It's those so-called Christians who go to the school board and complain about high school biology and evolution, but don't give a damn about taking care of what they say God made."

That was, for me, a stunning moment. I could put some names on the very people he was describing. It was a convicting moment. How could the very people who claim God created the heavens and the earth care so little about taking care of it?

Obviously not all believers fit that description. But if any believer fits that description, we who deeply believe God is creator should do our best to convince that person that if that is true, then together we image bearers of God in creation need to work to be good stewards.

We're obviously at a strange moment on this particular Earth Day. In some places, other than staying in place, about the only thing you can do is to go outside and marvel at creation.

So . . . on this 50th anniversary of Earth Day, why not go outside, take a slow, observant walk, and just marvel at the incredibly amazing way God made the Earth/Creation to function.

Remember, "the heavens declare the glory of God." Don't let my friend Sam's evaluation of why we litter to be true of you!

I Can't Explain Him

It’s springtime in the south, and in a normal year our hot topic might very well be tornadoes.  It seems as though every spring horrific tornadoes pop up when a cold front comes rushing south to push down the “warmer than normal” temperatures.  Inevitably we will see stories on the national and local news outlets about destruction, death, and general mayhem left in the wake of killer storms.

Tornadoes have odd patterns. Sometimes the video images we see after the storm will have one house utterly destroyed and a house next door seemingly untouched. How does that happen? A few weeks ago, my wife and I spent a few days on Florida’s “forgotten coast” where Hurricane Michael hit as a level four storm in October 2018. We could still see tons of damage. But what was obvious was that in a variety of places many houses, businesses were destroyed, while some survived nearly intact. How does that happen?

I suppose a good conversion with a well-educated meteorologist could explain all kinds of principles from the world of weather, maybe physics as well, that would help answer that question. It is also possible that the smartest of the meteorologists might also say, “we don’t know everything about how these storms work.”

While walking around the town of Port St. Joe on the forgotten coast, I noticed that the beautiful, traditional looking First Baptist Church was still unusable. The steeple was on the ground at the front entrance and the roof of the sanctuary was on the floor. But a little further down the street, less than a mile, the Methodist Church in Port St. Joe, right on St. Joseph’s Bay, seemed to have suffered much less damage and was being used regularly. 

That isn’t unlike what you often hear on the news after a tornado rumbles through a southern or mid-western neighborhood like a freight train wreaking destruction all over the place. But you almost always see destruction abutting no damage. In these cases, you often hear people declaring “God saved my house, my possessions, my life . . .” But what about the people next door? Did God not care about them? In the remarkable question the disciples ask Jesus in John 9, “Rabbi, who sinned, this man or his parents, that he was born blind?” (ESV)

Or in the case of First Baptist and First Methodist in Port St. Joe – “did the Baptists sin worse since their church building’s damage was more catastrophic?”

Or in the aftermath of Alabama tornadoes, “Did my next-door neighbor sin worse because her house was destroyed and her children killed and mine weren’t?”

The way it comes out far too often is “I’m so glad God blessed me and my family,” while the next-door neighbor can only wonder about a God who randomly blesses one family and ignores the other, right next door.

I’m not doubting God’s sovereignty over the world. I’m not doubting the power of prayer. I’m not doubting my own need to pray – I pray daily and often for lots of things, including the safety and blessing of God on my wife and children.  I’m not even doubting that God has blessed and protected us in important ways over the years. Specifically, right now I’m praying that God will help us avoid Covid-19. But I’m confident that the pastor’s wife who died yesterday of what seems to be Covid-19 was praying similarly to me.

The real question isn’t “can or does God bless us?” Rather the real question is “how do I talk about the blessing of God without sounding like the disciples who assumed ‘someone sinned’ in the case of the man born blind?”. Or to put that another way, “Can I talk about God’s blessing without sounding as though people who don’t experience this blessing must be sinners with more tragic records than I have with God?”

To put this whole issue in current perspective, assuming I am not afflicted with the corona-virus, don’t become ill with Covid-19, and live to tell the story – how can I tell the story in a way that doesn’t make people who have loved ones who can’t tell that story, even more frustrated with God?

The problem is, as is true so often in theological thinking, we allow our western, Enlightenment’s focus on individualism to become the focus. When that happens, my prayers become more selfish, my testimony becomes more ego-centric, and God becomes something like personal property. When my prayers aren’t answered as I instructed God, I’m frustrated. When they are answered as I instructed, “look how spiritual I am.”

I know this current cultural crisis won’t go on forever. (At least I think I know that!) What I hope is that those of us who trust in God’s providential care won’t talk about that care in ways that turn off others to Him. But the more self-centered our comments will be, the more likely that will be the outcome.

As a follower of Jesus, I am not so much called “to explain” God as I am “to trust” God. If I can explain Him, of what need would I have of Him? (See Romans 11:33-36)

That trust has convinced me (2 Timothy 1:12) that a day is coming when He will, once and for all, make all things right. In my head, Genesis 2 will be come our eternal story. In the meantime, life is going to be impacted with the Genesis 3-11 story. But I can’t forget that the resurrection of Jesus put some serious limits on the power of sin and death – the “strong man” as been tied up. (Mark 3:27) So despite some “momentary and light afflictions,” I anticipate an “eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison.” (2 Corinthians 4:17)

Today I want to celebrate the good stuff and lament the not-so-good stuff. I want to celebrate and lament in ways that point others to God, not away from God.

 

The challenge is, how can we manage to do that?

I’m confident I don’t know the full answer to that question. But my prayer about my own witness is that like the well-educated meteorologist who likely would say “we don’t know everything about how tornadoes work,” I will have the courage to say, “I don’t know everything about how God works.”

God save us from those who won’t say that!

God is Great and Worthy to be Praised

 

Almost everyone will recognize the beautiful red, male Cardinal pictured above. They are stunningly beautiful representatives of the glory of God's creation. Almost any time of any day, you can stand around my bird feeders and soon you will see beautiful, living examples of this bird, and the less brightly colored female partners.

Early this morning I was on a "phone call prayer meeting" of Point people. Someone was outside and the chorus of music being sung by birds was amazing. Earlier in the week, on Wednesday, I was with my friend Ron Lewis. We were videoing a conversation about Psalm 130 to be used for a virtual worship service on this coming Sunday, 29 March.  When I listened to the recording - the birds were in the background praising God!

That got the "Wendel Berry in me" to thinking. What if each of us, early in the morning, listened to the birds? But not just listen, what if we picked out our favorite "phrase, or tune?" In our prayer meeting this morning, the birds were magnificent. If you happen to visit the Spring Road Christian Church virtual worship service this Sunday, you will hear a mighty chorus of God's creatures shouting out.

It is mid-day at my house. I just came inside. I've been listening. It is an incredible chorus of music going on right now.

In my personal Bible reading this morning, I finished a project of reading five psalms and one chapter of Proverbs per day. (Email me and I'll send you a plan!) Psalm 148 was among "the five psalms." Listen to some of its words:

Praise the Lord from the earth,

sea monsters and all deeps;

fire and hail, snow and clouds;

storm wind, fulfilling His word;

Mountains and all hills;

fruit trees and all cedars;

beasts and all cattle;

creeping things and winged fowl;

kings of the earth and all peoples;

princes and all jusges of the earth;

both young men and virgins; old men and children.

Let them praise the name of the Lord,

for his name aloen is exalted;

His glory is above earth and heaven."

Psalm 148:7-13

Did you see that phrase in bold print above? "And winged fowl." What if all that music I hear outside is in fact "praising the Lord?"

Here is a little spiritual exercise we can all do in these difficult times that might help us gain perspective.  Pick a sound from the birds. Using your own creative language skills, interpret it to mean "God is great, and worthy to be praised." Don't worry about technicalities, you are creating the definitive dictionary for that particular bird language!

Now . . . every time you walk outside and hear one of God's creatures make that sound, just say "Amen! God is great and worthy to be praised." Psalm 148 declares "Praise the Lord from the earth . . ." and then goes to great length to describe how that happens - including "winged fowl." 

Psalm 19 says, "The heavens are telling of the glory of God; and their expanse is declaring the work of His hands." (19:1) Psalm 24 proclaims "The earth is the Lord's and all it contains, the world, and those who dwell in it." Romans 8:19, in one of the best paragraphs Paul ever wrote, says "For the anxious longing of the creation waits eagerly for the revealing of the children of God." 

In my growing up years, I don't think my home church ever missed a Sunday of singing "The Doxology." Here are its words:

Praise God from whom all blessings flow,

Praise Him all creatures here below.

Praise Him above the heavenly hosts,

Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.  Amen.

The "winged fowl" seem to have gotten that message pretty well. Maybe we need to join our voices with their voices and proliaim "God is great, and worthy to be praised."

By the way, the sound I have picked - no registered trademark on the choice - is the male Cardinal. It is so distinct. It sounds a bit like the English word "Cheer." Seems kind of appropriate for a Cardinal to be declaring "God is great and worthy to be praised!"