News Flash: Everyone is Not a Missionary

:You are either a missionary or a mission field.” We have seen this written somewhere in a church or heard said with great gusto from a pulpit. While I can appreciate where it is coming from, it is not true. Everyone is not a missionary. Everyone is not going to cross a cultural barrier, live amongst people who are from a different corner of the globe, learn another language, and do all they can to make disciples among them. Everyone is not a doctor and everyone is not a missionary. To say casually that we are all missionaries is to nullify the unique calling and position that many have right now and have had for centuries.

 

Several years ago there was this term that began springing up everywhere. Missional. Missional living. Missional church. Missional worship. The premise was that we are going to do all that we can to live, worship, and play in a way that is oriented around the mission of Jesus. I am into it. Clearly, the church in North America has lost its place to a large degree and if we will ever recover our voice it will take a missionary posture to do so. What we found to be effective 10 or 20 years ago in terms of church strategy is simply not true today. Gathering for church things for church people misses the point of mission. Further, if there are no longer any religious church folks to prop up all those gatherings and initiatives, we kind of are in deep water.

 

A third sort of wave to this conversation is the whole mission enterprise itself. For a long time in missions history, the traditional understanding of missions has been someone from a Western country going to a non-Western country on the backs of middle to upper class folks who supported the mission. The kinds of ministries were mostly conducted by ministry professionals who were bible college or seminary graduates who did things like church planting, evangelism, and other church related work. 

 

Along the way, we began to develop a broader understanding of missions and people in every vocation began to be sent out to serve cross-culturally by various missions agencies. Nurses, social workers, humanitarian aides, computer designers, agricultural experts, coaches – all kinds of people began to raise money through their churches and other missions minded folks and started working cross-culturally. 

 

We are so good at extremes. Where the missionary was once a professional, the missionary eventually became a secular leader who worked cross-culturally. Some of them were trained theologically or missiologically but many were not. What began to happen, from my analysis at least, was a really strange competition between missionaries as trained professionals versus missionaries as secular workers. The Trained professionals can tend to say the secular workers who serve cross-culturally don’t have enough training to do traditional missions work. Agencies and those who are sending out secular workers are arguing that traditional missions is very limited and doesn’t place anyone other than the pastor/teacher types on the mission field.

 

Sadly, an incredibly important conversation that has largely been silenced with all of this is the voice of the majority world who is serving cross-culturally in profound ways. Africans, Asians, and Latinos have been leading the charge in cross-cultural missions for many years now. They don’t have the sophisticated budgets and long history that the West has but they are sending out missionaries nevertheless. The majority white missions agencies from the West haven’t figured out how to honor this contribution or include this major pool of missionaries in their efforts. They are often not even considered part of this whole discussion which is tragic at best and sinful at the worst. 

Can anyone agree that we need all these people working together at the same time? Can anyone agree that we need ministry professionals as well as secular workers serving among the nations? Can we agree that when ministry professionals do not have those with secular skills meeting holistic needs that we limit the transformation that Christ wants to bring? Can we agree that when we send out very educated secular workers without giving them missiological or a theological foundation for why they are there that they will wash out within a short period of time? Can we figure out a way to give a seat at the table to minority leaders and missionaries where they are not bystanders but the frontrunners that they actually are? We can have it all.

 

We are not all missionaries. Every person with a trained skill can’t serve overseas and be effective. Not all have a specific calling to do this sort of work. When times get tough, people without that calling and direction from God will bail. Missional living is great. Missional churches are great. Take that missionary posture wherever you go. Cross cultural barriers, learn language, and serve with all our hearts. Do whatever it is that we have been called and commissioned to do but in our world when we want to make everything the same, let’s stop calling everyone a missionary.

 

 

 

 

 

Journaling, blogging, and searching for the Next Tweet

I blogged two times in 2019. Twice. We are doing good all. I remember back in 2005 when blogging was all the rave and I jumped in with both feet. For me the blog sphere was such a great way to jot some normal happenings down with giving the occasional inspiration. Does anyone remember Xanga? That was my deal. I must have blogged two or three times a week in those days.

 

Fast forward to 2020 and I am not sure what happened but the whole blog thing has subsided. I still really enjoy blogging and prefer to read others to scrolling through all the quick tweets. I guess it is just sort of the sign of our times in terms of preferring quick sound bytes and messages to longer posts. For me I think the whole social media sphere has gotten me out of the rhythm and I tend to give lazy, leisure time to mindless scrolling rather than reading some blogs I really love. I have neglected writing as well. Maybe this is sort of like my new year resolution a month late. I want to write more.

 

In January, I rediscovered the lost art of journaling. It has really become the single most transformative practice that I have done in years. I had no idea the thoughts, feelings, and longings that were lurking there. For me I think one of the reasons journaling has become so healing, helpful, and even fun is because it is private. I am not waiting for the next like on Facebook or the right person to retweet it. It is just me sitting with myself and God and pulling out what is buried deep within.. The only way that healthy and balanced blogging will take place in my life is if I maintain the discipline of private journaling. I think if most of us were honest blogging can easily become just a longer version of the craving for attention that many seek with the whole social media dance.

 

If you are not a journal or diary person, don’t be. If you do like to write though and process things that way, I definitely want to become a spokesperson for journaling. I think journaling can get a bad wrap as an ultra-feminine practice where we get out highlighters and make it overly complicated. If I am annoying you to the point where you are actually considering writing, I will lay out a bit of what I do:

  • Start writing with the very first thought that is on my mind and just sort of flow with that.
  • I generally try to say at some point what went well for the day and what I found challenging.
  • I reflect and write down how I am feeling and what emotions I have, good or bad, about all that took place for the day.
  • Write down some sort of daily affirmation that is consistent each day. It is just a reminder in the midst of all the chaos that that affirmation from God or my family does not change.
  • Prayer writing. I typically try to sum up everything by writing a prayer that communicates how I am doing, how I long for God to break in, and usually I try to push things out a bit in my prayer where I pray for things outside of myself.
  • What would need to happen tomorrow for me to consider it a good day? 

 

I don’t hit all these every day and if I do hit them, some of them can be relatively brief. I am finding myself a lot more settled and reflective as I have picked up this practice. My weird theory is that maybe if I can get you to journal then perhaps you will realize that you blogged just twice last year. Once you realize that then maybe you will push out some great things for me to read in your blog and we can all sit around a circle and sing cartoon tunes together. Honestly, this private journaling has so inspired some great spiritual formation and I am hoping that blogging can become a real thing again, disconnected from the hype and attention-seeking that social media can sometimes bring.

 

Happy writing guys and I blogged two times in 2019. Twice. We are doing good all. I remember back in 2005 when blogging was all the rave and I jumped in with both feet. For me the blog sphere was such a great way to jot some normal happenings down with giving the occasional inspiration. Does anyone remember Xanga? That was my deal. I must have blogged two or three times a week in those days.

 

Fast forward to 2020 and I am not sure what happened but the whole blog thing has subsided. I still really enjoy blogging and prefer to read others to scrolling through all the quick tweets. I guess it is just sort of the sign of our times in terms of preferring quick sound bytes and messages to longer posts. For me I think the whole social media sphere has gotten me out of the rhythm and I tend to give lazy, leisure time to mindless scrolling rather than reading some blogs I really love. I have neglected writing as well. Maybe this is sort of like my new year resolution a month late. I want to write more.

 

In January, I rediscovered the lost art of journaling. It has really become the single most transformative practice that I have done in years. I had no idea the thoughts, feelings, and longings that were lurking there. For me I think one of the reasons journaling has become so healing, helpful, and even fun is because it is private. I am not waiting for the next like on Facebook or the right person to retweet it. It is just me sitting with myself and God and pulling out what is buried deep within.. The only way that healthy and balanced blogging will take place in my life is if I maintain the discipline of private journaling. I think if most of us were honest blogging can easily become just a longer version of the craving for attention that many seek with the whole social media dance.

 

If you are not a journal or diary person, don’t be. If you do like to write though and process things that way, I definitely want to become a spokesperson for journaling. I think journaling can get a bad wrap as an ultra-feminine practice where we get out highlighters and make it overly complicated. If I am annoying you to the point where you are actually considering writing, I will lay out a bit of what I do:

  • Start writing with the very first thought that is on my mind and just sort of flow with that.
  • I generally try to say at some point what went well for the day and what I found challenging.
  • I reflect and write down how I am feeling and what emotions I have, good or bad, about all that took place for the day.
  • Write down some sort of daily affirmation that is consistent each day. It is just a reminder in the midst of all the chaos that that affirmation from God or my family does not change.
  • Prayer writing. I typically try to sum up everything by writing a prayer that communicates how I am doing, how I long for God to break in, and usually I try to push things out a bit in my prayer where I pray for things outside of myself.
  • What would need to happen tomorrow for me to consider it a good day? 

 

I don’t hit all these every day and if I do hit them, some of them can be relatively brief. I am finding myself a lot more settled and reflective as I have picked up this practice. My weird theory is that maybe if I can get you to journal then perhaps you will realize that you blogged just twice last year. Once you realize that then maybe you will push out some great things for me to read in your blog and we can all sit around a circle and sing cartoon tunes together. Honestly, this private journaling has so inspired some great spiritual formation and I am hoping that blogging can become a real thing again, disconnected from the hype and attention-seeking that social media can sometimes bring.

 

Happy writing guys and you gotta give journaling a chance.

 you gotta give journaling a chance.

 

The Waiting and Longing of Advent

Advent. The weeks leading up to Christmas that mark the Church’s 1500-year-old practice of anticipating the coming of Jesus. We look back at the longing of hope the Israelites had in ages past while looking forward to the second coming of Christ when all the tension we live in will be snapped once and for all. These weeks leading up to Christmas keep us grounded in this paradox of longing and hope.

 

A couple weeks ago I spoke at an Indian church where I framed the message from Isaiah 9 and Revelation 7. To those in the prophet Isaiah’s day, an Assyrian tyranny had a tight grip on the necks of God’s people, and they were utterly helpless and beaten down. 700 years after Isiah spoke those words, still Israel faced another tyranny this time in the Romans and were afraid and alone. Wonderful counselor. Mighty God. Everlasting father. Prince of peace. The greatness of the coming Kingdom was promised to have no end. What longing. What despair. But what hope.

 

The contrast of Revelation 7 of the great multitude of nations gathered around the throne of Jesus worshipping with thousands upon thousands of angels is stark. “Salvation belongs to our God who sits on the throne and to the Lamb. Amen, Praise and glory and wisdom and thanks and honor and power and strength be to our God forever and ever. Amen!” Yes, still longing. For some of us, still a lot of despair is felt during this tension. Oh, but what hope. . . what great hope.

 

I am pretty terrible at waiting. I am definitely the guy who debates whether I should warm up the previous day’s Folger’s coffee in the microwave rather than brew a new pot. I do this not because I am frugal or want to save. I mostly know it is the difference of about 4 minutes of wait time. I don’t know if I can handle it. I put the lukewarm coffee into a mug and into the microwave. 2 minutes. I stand at the microwave, sometimes clapping my hands, cheering on my old coffee to heat up even faster. It is pathetic as I think about it now. The scale of the busyness of my culture that I have given into is disturbing to say the least.

 

As many know, Charity and I are in a season of waiting. We had been sensing for quite some time that we were to shift gears from pioneer, frontline missions work and move into the area of pastoring and training. The end of the year will mark 12 years with our current missions’ agency where most of our work has consistent of starting things, initiating new ministry, and plowing new ground. Even the 5 or so years of ministry prior to that were in similar contexts. Vision casting, plowing, digging, creating. I guess there is no wonder why waiting would be difficult for a guy like me.

 

These last few months though are teaching me that there is something far greater to wait for than a ministry vocation or transition of ministry. I am envisioning the slingshot being pulled farther and farther back as the Israelites drew nearer to the arrival of the Christ child. A glorious appearing. A humble appearing. An uncommon appearing. Jesus grows up and lives a perfect awesome life. He serves instead of being served. He teaches with authority. He raises the dead. He hangs out with those no one else wanted to touch. He eventually gets killed for living this perfect, awesome life. I mean, the only sinless person to ever live gets murdered. Crucified.

 

It is a pretty noble story really. The birth is miraculous, and the servanthood is counter cultural. People all over the world have marveled at such a beautiful example of humanity and service. But the waiting and the longing this Christmas does not end in death. Surely and emphatically violence and shame would not have the final word. Many of us know the story. Jesus comes back from the dead, conquering sin and death. In one gulp Christ swallows our guilt and shame and offers true peace. The prince of peace has forgiven us.

 

And the waiting and longing continue to that glorious day when all the nations, all the language groups, every tribe and tongue will gather around His throne worshipping and exalting the King. He will reign forever. When the slingshot of this story is pulled back and pulled back, that image of the glorious day is one That takes our hearts to places we never knew it could go.  hope and that longing is beyond my comprehension.

 

Revelation talks about how Christ will reign in this new city and there will be no more death, night, or pain. A city. Of course, His reign would be urban. Of course, it would. Contrasted with many of the cities and neighborhoods where we have lived over the years, this image of God’s reign in a new city blows my mind. Please, can I not be the guy who can’t wait for a mug of cold coffee? Please, can I anticipate something that matters? A new city where Christ will be the Light!

 

The waiting I have around Christmas is so different this year. There are vocational changes, yes. There are a lot of unknowns, yes. My immediate future isn’t as clear as I would like. That waiting is not comfortable. I don’t really like it.

 

But to the One who was, and who is, and who is to come. . .. that kind of longing is just matchless. The God of the past, the God of the present, and the God of my future has come. Emmanuel. The Alpha and Omega. The King of Kings and Lord of lords. Wonderful Counselor. Mighty God. Everlasting Father. Prince of peace. All this exploding at the same time is Advent. This is Christmas.

 

So, I am in the midst of transition and I freak out. He is my Wonderful Counselor and Emmanuel. In the same moment though I am ecstatic about the roar that is to come with this breathtaking song and visual of all the nations gathered around the throne crying out, “Praise and glory and wisdom and thanks and honor and power and strength to our God forever and ever Amen!” So, I deal with a transition that I don’t love. I deal with losses I don’t fully understand. Emmanuel God is walking with me and I wait. I wait for his coming when the city is renewed and remade. There will be no night or crying or death or pain. I wait.

 

What do you do after an extended time of prayer and fasting? What now?

Every once in awhile we have a moment in our lives that sets us back on our heels and sort of freezes time. I still remember the way the room felt and the echoes of the Skype call off of My Nepal tiled apartment when I received the phone call to tell me my mom was dead. The pacing outside the church in anxiousness on my wedding day, the feeling I had when I made my first solo night trip with the white cane, the late night call to tell me my friend Paul had just died in an accident – these moments are unforgettable. There is normal time, the times when days and weeks just click on and click off. And then there is this freezing of time that Jesus talked about when He said, “The Kingdom of God has come. Repent and believe.” An appointed time had come and a new revolution began.

It is now 2019 and a new year causes us to look back and remember what the Lord has been saying this last year. How has He tried to get my attention? What themes were prevalent? What do I have to be thankful for? What do I need to change? How do I need to grow? For the last 3 1/2 weeks I have been in restful mode as our team here in Pittsburgh focused on a missions conference during the new year and then we just finished the last day of 2 weeks of prayer and fasting. Just a couple weeks prior to a lot of this down time, I was in a phone conversation with a guy who has been coaching me along in this new church plant when I had the freezing of time Jesus spoke of. The Kingdom of God came crashing in, reminding me that the absolute, greatest, most fantastic thing I could ever give my life to is simply being with Him. Resting in His presence. I cannot tell you how long I had been coasting along and depending on my own understanding of things. Too long guys, way too long.

So much of my ministry and work places a whole lot of emphasis on how much I can do. Titles of “pastor” or “community catalyst” imply that I am something really special and if I am not careful I can sort of become the center of everything. These last weeks have taught me that if there is anything good that comes from shepherding, community organizing, or leadership development it is because God made it happen. He is the Source and He makes things grow. Anything that could spring to life from my efforts is because of the deep work of the spirit in me.

Surely time freezes when there is a death or unexpected tragedy. We can never forget the overwhelming joy of a graduation, wedding, or other such accomplishment. But what about a phone call where you realize that you have been depending on your own ability and wisdom for an incredibly long time? Will I be able to remember in a few years time the way the phone felt in my hand when the Spirit broke in crying out, “Rest in me. Abide. Be with me.”

The kind of choices that I have made personally and as a leader of our ministry team after this experience have been incredibly drastic. In the short run, it seems so vivid and feels so real. The true fight though is on as we come out of this extended time of prayer and rest and move full speed ahead. The need of our community demands a lot of attention. People’s lives are falling apart everywhere we look and the challenges are overwhelming. We must enter fully into that madness and offer the compassion of Jesus in every possible way. But will we, will I remember to abide?

“The Kingdom of God has come,” Jesus said and when that Kingdom comes it truly does freeze everything all around us and breaks into our reality. It is scary to go from this safety cocoon of God’s presence 24/7 back into the heaviness of the neighborhood that I know awaits me. I am reminding myself and our team this week that we are not alone and that God has gone before us. He carries our burdens. In a screwed up ministry culture who fires ministers for having an affair and gives them a raise for not taking a Sabbath (AJ Swaboda quote) this fight to abide will not come easy.

I can imagine that the disciples were feeling rather safe and snuggly in the Upper Room as they awaited for the power of the Holy Spirit. When the Spirit came though, it came in power and it motivated them to be bolder than they ever thought was possible.2019 is a new year and I encourage us all to beat a path to that secret place and rest in the Lord. The time has come. Who knows what will happen as we rest and then engage? May we know this dance of abiding and being sent throughout the new year.

Jesus, the Church, and Disability

Today at love Carrick, we are looking at a story from Luke 5 where a paralyzed man is lowered into a roof and then he is healed and his sins forgiven. Jesus confronts religious dogma and divine authority head on and I’m looking forward to having a discussion around the topics of Jesus, the Church, and disability. Clearly, the answer is more often than not divine healing or removal from our circumstance. So then what?

I grew up in the Pentecostal church and divine healing is a pretty important part of my theology. I have prayed for people who have been supernaturally healed by the power of God. I also have been the object of many, many people’s faith as my white cane is a symbol of disability and inferiority. For many Christians, if I walk into a church (or anywhere for that matter), my white cane means that they must pray for me to be healed. Little concern is given to how I have spent a lifetime working my tail off to gain independence and an equal playing field. Assumptions are made that I actually want to be healed. Those assumptions are often faulty.

Our neighborhood is peppered with people with mental or physical disability. Almost everyone knows someone who has overdosed and lost their life. Suicide, disease, and sudden transition knocks on all of our doors. Is the magic bullet that Christ will instantly heal us or relieve us of this peril? Perhaps there is a different Kingdom message to embrace as we bow under God’s authority and enter fully into one another’s pain, recognizing that healing in this life may not be the most visible display of God;s Kingdom here and now. Maybe it is at times. But maybe, just maybe, the most visible display of God’s Kingdom is a community where all are welcome, all are included, all are being transformed, and all are participating as they walk together?

Please do not misunderstand this post to say that I do not believe in divine healing. Quite the contrary, Jesus heals. He redeems. The atonement was real and truly there is healing. We live in a world with principalities and powers and these things are beyond our control. May we live underneath the reign of Jesus that includes disability, loss, and circumstances that often devastate us. May our response and the community of the King rise to the challenge and love well in the midst of it.

Is multi-cultural and multi-class even possible?

This week has been a fun one as we have been out in the community a lot engaging people in a variety of ways. On Monday we were at a crime watch meeting composed of mostly older white residents in the community where they addressed some of the problems in the neighborhood. On Tuesday we were with a youth group (again mostly white) from Michigan who helped us clean up the street’s main corridor. On Wednesday, we chatted with several Nepali folks at a 4th of July parade and grilled out with some Nepali friends in the evening. On Thursday we had mostly African-American and Hispanic kids come to a summer feeding program we are doing and today we are gathering for house church and I really never know who will show. 🙂 All these things cause my mind to spin at times wondering how in the world to bring these cultures and races together. Is it possible? Is it worth it?

Today at our house church gathering we are discussing the Samaritan woman story from John 4 and how Jesus toppled over every “us and them” barrier possible. He centers everything on new life – when we get Jesus and His life, we get it all. Justice, love, beauty, welcome – it all happens in and through Jesus. This is such a fresh reminder as we continue to explore what Love Carrick and our journey will be as we move forward.

One of the things that I am learning ever so slowly is that community takes a long time. The white majority doesn’t just suddenly start listening to our African-American and Nepali neighbors. Nepalis don’t just suddenly learn English nor are they so awed at my Nepali language ability that they quickly include Americans into their sub-culture. Whites and blacks don’t just start hanging out because they couldn’t think of anything better to do. Seeing class and race shattered through the Cross takes time, patience, commitment, and most of all, extravagant love.

As I am sitting here thinking about our gathering tonight for house church I am so aware that I have been more educated than many of my neighbors. I am well aware that I have not seen things that some of my older neighbors have seen. My knowledge of the drug scene is limited and I have not personally struggled with addiction. For those with severe mental disabilities, how much will they truly feel heard?When classes and races blend together, how much can we expect to gain quickly. I just continue to bet the farm on Jesus. It is only in and through Christ that His reconciling power can bring true life, justice, and love. Jesus, give me a fresh dose of that life again today.

So is multi-ethnic and multi-class possible

‘ What is impossible for people is possible with God. We bet the farm on Jesus. We engage, commit, declare justice, and love. . . . .Jesus gives new life to all who will drink.

Why is Love Carrick so narrowly focused on a specific neighborhood?

Last week I wrote a bit on why Love Carrick has chosen to do house churches as the way we gather. Another equally important and potentially confusing thing about our ministry is why we focus on such a concentrated area. I mean didn’t Jesus die for the whole world and doesn’t everyone need to be influenced by His love. Yep and yep. I’ll do my best on this one as well.

For us, church and ministry is not some sort of job or duty to gather people to have weekly worship services. For many years churches have focused on this as a primary strategy. Less than a decade ago I attended a church planting workshop for one week where the leaders basically said you just need a good worship band, a good speaker, and decent parking to start a church. Ok kill me. That is not a church and we all know it; that is some form of a christian conference that is definitely not where we are headed. We want to make sure that we do some things right out of the gate that sets us up for long-term permanence in our neighborhood so let’s try to do that.

First, we start with the incarnation of Jesus. Jesus came and dwelled among us. One translation that describes the Immanuel God (God with us) talks about how Jesus moved into the neighborhood. So Love Carrick has this overwhelming assumption that we start with the incarnation of Jesus. He was rooted in a particular time and place, making His dwelling among us. I could write a lot more about what all that means but basically being rooted in a particular place has rich theological and biblical roots and this starts to lay the foundation for why we focus so narrowly on a neighborhood.

Proximity and presence are two key words for us when it comes to being a neighborhood church. We cannot truly follow Jesus into a particular context without knowing that context. This obviously does not take place mechanically as if we are filling out a rubric but it takes place as we “dwell” as Christ did in a particular place. When you are present and live in close proximity with people in a small geographical area, you begin to start to see the same people all the time. You begin to learn what makes a community tick – what are the joys, what are the assets, what are the needs and problems, what are the factors that have contributed to its peace? Living in close proximity and being present answers these question pretty easily.

In the Old Testament, there was something that some have called centripetal mission. Centripetal force may be a familiar term for those of us who paid attention in 7th grade science class; in sum, it is a mission that pulls all to the center. The temple of David and Solomon explains this quite well. The elaborate plan to build a beautiful building that would reflect the beauty of God and its presence would draw people into its courts was the aim. When Jesus came however, He becomes the temple and by virtue of our conection to him, Christ-followers themselves become the new temple. We no longer live under this centripetal mission canopy but are called to incarnate the presence of Jesus where we live and work.

I could say so much more but for Love Carrick we choose to integrate in every nook and cranny of our neighborhood because we love it. Our friends are here. The places where we shop are here. The schools where our kids attend are here. We could, of course, choose to not integrate and have all the different components of our lives not be in a specific place. We choose to swim upstream as we believe that there truly is a longing for community and a longing for home.

We are thrilled to join with community organizations, schools, the local government, the library and anyone else who has a passion to love this place.As we spend time hanging in all these spheres, our longing is that Christ would be reflected in the fullness of His beauty and that a community would be embraced.

We realize that we will not be the church that influences an entire region of the country in a matter of years. Perhaps though, our neighborhood will be better and more Christ-centered because the Kingdom of God has come in and through us. And perhaps, more and more neighborhoods will catch the mission and message of Jesus and see the Kingdom come with proximity and presence in their areas.

We know this is going to be super slow and take a long time. We also realize that this doesn’t pay clergy or provide church staff with financial stability. That isn’t actually our number one goal if you can imagine that. 🙂 But we are convinced that slowly but surely a neighborhood can be influenced by the beauty and radiance of Jesus and transformation can come.

Lastly, and I just have to keep saying it out loud, we are just one of hundreds of ways that the presence of Jesus can express itself in the world. I want to see every kind of church possible serve every kind of person in every kind of community. No one involved in our ministry is upset or railing against the established church. This is just where the Spirit has led us and we’re doing all we can to follow him down that path. To Love Carrick is to live in community and join Jesus to bring His love, liberty, and hope to every pocket of our neighborhood. Gonna take a while. . . 🙂

Why house churches?

I would presume that there are probably hundreds of blogs with this title so the creativity score is pretty low this morning. Do another google search and you probably will get thousands of ministries trying to explain why they have chosen to posture themselves as they have. I will take a short stab at it for a couple minutes early this Sunday since apparently this house church has their Sunday free.

We have a lot of reasons why Love Carrick has chosen to meet in homes as our main venue for worship but here are a few that come to mind right off the cuff.

1. We desire to return church structure to the simplest form as possible. House churches are probably a lot messier but the likelihood of multiplication shoots way up as we simplify structure.

2. Everyone knows each other and being a spectator in the body of Christ is not really an option. Each week people are challenged to put into practice what is discussed and are held accountable by those around them.

3. With a discussion format in the house church, the pastor doesn’t hold all the marbles on content. The goal is that we truly are all priests, have something to contribute, and we can all learn from one another.

4. In an urban setting such as ours, salaries and buildings are unlikely to come easy. Rather than focus on raising thousands of dollars on a pastor’s salary and renting out a big meeting hall, we focus on mission, friendship, and discipleship.

5. The home is a beautiful place to invite friends and developing relationships into. This is furthered by inviting others into community events andn hangouts that naturally flow into worship in a home.

6. House churches lower the emphasis on attracting people to a big gathering with an expectation to produce whatever attraccts people in the first place. I have heard it said that what you win people with is what you win them to. We want to win people with love, simplicity, and hospitality and hopefully that can stick.

7. Certinly there is a biblical basis for meeting in homes. Personally, I do not think house church is a return to the purest biblical form of worship. Huge gatherings of believers met together in the early church. We do feel that it is biblical and has validity but it is one of hundreds of church forms that can be effective. We obviously believe it is the most effective form for us to do church in a multi-ethnic post-Christian society in the US. No one chooses to do church their way because they think it is the 2nd or 3rd best option. 🙂

8. Discipleship and access to one another’s lives. Hinted to previously, this is the crux of the matter. We want to make sure that everyone has access to our lives and to disciple one another intentionally. This happens as we join together at picnics, spending time with one another throughout the week, text of phone calls in crisis, praying together, partying together – discipleship and shared life hits the nail on the head for us.

9. Discipleship. Did I meantion this? To pull it out just a little more, we feel that we can challenge one another to directly be sharing our story with others, sharing the Scriptures we study wit those who do not yet know Jesus, and training each other in the process. Evangelism, discipleship, compassionate ministry, friendship, community involvement, leadership development – it is all summed up in discipleship for us and ccanot be separated. So yeah, we do house church cuz discipleship.

10. Mobilization into all sectors of society. The org that I work for does something we call integrated community transformation. In a nutshell, it is seeing the Kingdom of God established in a community where all sectors of society are served and working together. For us, multiple house churches in every pocket of the community is the foundation to integrated mission that can spin into every part of society. Again, it is simplicity and reproducability (is that a word) that can lead to the most substantial transformation.

There are definitely other things I could say that are much more theologically and biblically developed. I am confident I could say something more sociological or cultural in terms of our rationale. For now though, that gives you a peek. The Kingdom of God often comes slowly and in a manner with little fanfare. We stand in a long line of those who have gone before us. What we are doing is not all that unique. We are simply following Jesus into our neighborhood. Whatever structure, whatever model, whatever whatevers we use, may all of it be rooted in Jesus and a desire to know and love Him and others well.

Calm in the storm

This week marks a calm in the storm as so many changes have taken place over the last few months and we look forward to the new adventure of Love Carrick.  By now, most are probably aware of the release of my book Reflecting Jesus in the City: Christlike Ministry in Urban Immigrant Contexts which came out just 2 weeks ago. It has been great to get encouraging feedback and I look forward to it getting in the right hands. Then on June 10th, we will be starting the first house church for Love Carrick and there is certainly a lot of anticipation with that. Things are spinning and I don’t have much emotion at the moment. I am just tired. 😊

So this week we are taking our first full week off in about a year and a half. I know, not ideal, but this is who I am as a person. The calm in the storm already feels nice and I’m looking forward to reading, relaxing, and roaming around the city a bit. We have rarely done a “stay in the city” sort of vacation so this will be different. Yesterday, we took Amos to Chuck E. Cheese for the first time which he kept calling Chucky Chinese cuz Asian but he had a blast! We plan to go to a few parks, grill out more than normal, and hopefully explore some places we haven’t since coming to Pittsburgh. Happy Sabbath and cheers to all.

Book Update: Reflecting Jesus in the City going to print

As many of you know, for the last year and a half I have been working on a book, Reflecting Jesus in the City: Christlike Ministry in Urban Immigrant Contexts, that is set to go to print through Urban Loft Publishers in the next few days. It is 225 pages of years of study and experience with the hope to challenge those seeking to reflect Jesus in the city to do so with even greater clarity. I pray the book gets in the right hands and both academics and practitioners will be pleased.

I am forever grateful to Sara Echanis for pouring over the manuscript with me for hours and hours and to Adam Maarschalk, Adria Medlan, and Linsey Boulais for being beta readers and giving wonderful feedback. The book would not be what it is without them.

Several people who I have looked up to for years got behind me and endorsed the book. This was so humbling. Dr. Jude Tiersma-Watson, Dr. Amos Yong, Dr. Enoch Wan, Dr. Joy Tira, Dr. Christine Pohl, Matt Soerens, Danielle Mayfield, Dr. JR Rozko, Bob Oehrig, and dina Pinaa were all very gracious and their encouragement through endorsing the book means the world to me.

I will keep everyone updated as the book officially comes out. I stand in a long line of people who have gone before me to pave the way for this and I pray that this can be a small spark to start a firestorm of mission activity among those living in our cities. His name be hallowed, His Kingdom come.

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The content and views on this personal blog are that of the author and do not represent the organizational viewpoints or opinions of  Global Frontier Missions where I serve.

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