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The Goal of the Church

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Yesterday at the office I had an opportunity to sit down with a co-worker and discuss our passions.
One thing that I stated was that I desperately wanted to help the church discover and grasp their purpose.
I believe fully the goal of the church is not to change people.
I do not believe that it is my job or your job to take someone and change their beliefs or the way they think.
I went on to say that I believe fully the job of the church is to love people.
To love the community.
It’s people.
It’s buildings.
It’s land.
I believe that through the church body’s love for the community God will change the lives of people.
She disagree’d with me. She felt that it was the church’s job to change the lives of it’s people. That not only was it our job, but it was our responsibility to change those people. That we are to also love them, yes, but God was calling us to change people.
I have a truly hard time with that concept.
I believe that if I am loving the community because I want the community to know Christ, that it’s wrong.
That it’s not love.
No matter what the agenda is placed on that love, it shouldn’t be there.
Is it okay that we desire that for them, yes, and we should desire that.
We should also seek change in our community..
However, I believe that when our goal becomes to change someone, and because of that we love them, then the church has failed.
The church has then introduced this conditional love into the community.
We should want change, and we should seek change for the better of His kingdom.
However, our love for the community should not only be active just due to our desire for change.

You tell me, what is the goal of the church?

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October 11, 2008 at 1:45 pm

Go Home Chris…Be Healed.

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Last night someone lost a brother.
Someone lost a son.
Someone lost a mentor.
Some lost a friend.
Some lost them all.
Last night a good friend of mine, who had been a friend, a mentor, and for awhile in my life, very brotherlike, passed away.

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Chris was 26 yrs old.
It was roughly three years ago that Chris was diagnosed with ALS(Lou Gehrig’s Disease).
I remember the day like yesterday as I heard the news.
Knowing what that meant I wept immediately.
At that time it was Chris that was comforting me.
This was who Chris was.
Chris had always been the one to make everyone feel better. To lend you whatever it was you needed in the time that you were hurting.
He was always the one who cared so much about those around him, that sometimes forgot about the things that he needed to do for himself.
However, the one thing Chris took very serious, was his passion for the Lord, which showed very evidently through his relationships with people.
Until his last breath, Chris was still encouraging others to believe that God can not only heal him, but that he had. He was continuing to tell others that our God was a God of redemption and never-ending love. That no matter what, God has our best interest in mind.
I won’t sit here and say it was easy to support Chris as he was telling everyone these things.
It wasn’t.
I was pissed.
Chris was dying, yet Chris wanted me to believe that he had God’s favor and life with him.
Are you kidding me??
However, I know in my heart that now God has completely healed Chris. That where Chris is now, that he is walking, breathing, and loving all around him.
That everything Chris told me that God was doing for him, was done just as Chris had affirmed me so.
I know this, because prior to the diagnosis and even during it, Chris was always honest about God’s direction in his life.
The loving part, well that was just who Chris was.

You will be missed brother.
I love you.

Chris had a BLOG that he wrote in. Please take time to read some of his blog post. He had wisdom way larger than my own.

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September 28, 2008 at 6:53 pm

Posted in Frusteration, God, Healing, Life

Prayer, Mission, and Justice

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I was recently introduced to a site for 24-7 Prayer
…no, a movement or maybe a belief.
I hope…a lifestyle.
Anyhow, this is what I find on the vision page…

So this guy comes up to me and says “what’s the vision? What’s the big idea?” I open my mouth and words come out like this…
The vision?

The vision is JESUS – obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.

The vision is an army of young people.

You see bones? I see an army. And they are FREE from materialism.

They laugh at 9-5 little prisons.
They could eat caviar on Monday and crusts on Tuesday.
They wouldn’t even notice.
They know the meaning of the Matrix, the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind, they belong to the nations. They need no passport.. People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.
What is the vision ?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes. It makes children laugh and adults angry. It gave up the game of minimum integrity long ago to reach for the stars. It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.

Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers

choose to loose
that they might one day win
the great ‘Well done’ of faithful sons and daughters.

Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night. They don’t need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and hear the crowds chanting again and again: “COME ON!”

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…
This is the sound of the underground

And the army is discipl(in)ed.

Young people who beat their bodies into submission.

Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrade at arms.
The tattoo on their back boasts “for me to live is Christ and to die is gain”.

Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their upward eyes. Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them ?
Can hormones hold them back?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them ?

And the generation prays

like a dying man
with groans beyond talking,
with warrior cries, sulphuric tears and
with great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting. Watching: 24 – 7 – 365.

Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules. Shaking mediocrity from its cosy little hide. Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs, laughing at labels, fasting essentials. The advertisers cannot mould them. Hollywood cannot hold them. Peer-pressure is powerless to shake their resolve at late night parties before the cockerel cries.

They are incredibly cool, dangerously attractive

inside.

On the outside? They hardly care. They wear clothes like costumes to communicate and celebrate but never to hide.
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives – swap seats with the man on death row – guilty as hell. A throne for an electric chair.

With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights and fruitless days,

they pray as if it all depends on God and live as if it all depends on them.

Their DNA chooses JESUS. (He breathes out, they breathe in.)
Their subconscious sings. They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping centres.
Don’t you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdo’s! Summon the losers and the freaks. Here come the frightened and forgotten with fire in their eyes. They walk tall and trees applaud, skyscrapers bow, mountains are dwarfed by these children of another dimension. Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this vision will be. It will come to pass; it will come easily; it will come soon.
How do I know? Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of the Spirit, the very dream of God. My tomorrow is his today. My distant hope is his 3D. And my feeble, whispered, faithless prayer invokes a thunderous, resounding, bone-shaking great ‘Amen!’ from countless angels, from hero’s of the faith, from Christ himself. And he is the original dreamer, the ultimate winner.

Guaranteed.

Did you read the line in bold?
Wow.
Powerful. Intense. Real.

That….left me Speechless. You?

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September 26, 2008 at 8:25 pm

Posted in authenticity, God

The Kingdom or Lucky Charms?

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Why is it as christians we always feel like we have to say the right thing.
I mean, we’re always afraid of offending someone.
Is it always bad to offend someone?
I think the truth is, is that we should maybe offend people a little more.
Push the envelope.
No, I’m not saying we should aim to do things that offend people
What I am saying though is that we should truly do God’s work and not our own.
We should choose His will over ours.
I’m pretty sure when Jesus was here, He was doing God’s work, and people hated him. If you don’t believe people hated him, you might wanna read the part of the Bible that talks about the crucifixion or just look at the picture below:

Truthfully though, why are we so afraid to go out and take chances.
Speak truth and take the chance that we’re going to be misjudged.
Or prosecuted wrongly.
This all has been pissing me off just thinking about it today.
In reality isn’t it all worth it for the sake of the Kingdom?

I’m battling these decision today;
A. Should I worry and care about the reputation of myself. That way I can be around long enough to witness to thousands of people?
B. Should I seek his truth in every fashion, and wherever that leads me, allow it to lead me there. Trusting that He loves me and would only lead me to the dessert knowing I would survive and my faith and passion for him would only be greater?

This decision is a litter harder than my decision the other day….Lucky Charms or Cinnamon Toast Crunch?

I’m frustrated with luke warm, do it for yourself “Christians”.

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September 2, 2008 at 9:51 pm

Prayer of Intercession for…me?

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So recently I’ve really been battling with prayer.
Not the idea of prayer or if prayer is something as a christian I should do.
But more so, how to connect during prayer when you’re mind seems to take you everywhere but where you desire to go. Which in this case would be in a deep connection with Him for hope, peace, assurance, healing, etc, and for the opportunity to intercede for those in need.

It seems that every time in the past four months or so that I go into a session of prayer that I can’t seem to “connect”. I close my eyes, I feel the desire and the need to talk to God, so I go.
I close my eyes.
I tell Him my thanks.
I tell Him I need Him.
Then it hits, or it doesn’t it. All it seems I am doing is speaking to air and looking like a fool.
I don’t feel any of that sensation that God is shaking his head in agreement to what I’m saying or asking.
I don’t feel as if He’s exciting about the things I say to Him, or that what I am currently being broken for is something even worth being broken for.

This non-feeling movement lasted for way too long.
It wasn’t until seven days ago at Dialogue while we were praying for the service and the people that were going to walk through the doors of the building that day, that that feeling went away.
I started praying, and as usual in the past four months, my feelings were the same.
Bland.
Empty.
Distracted.
However, this prayer was different, while I was praying for the people that were going to be attending that day, God spoke to me.
It was so clear that literally I could hear His words that said,

Kyle, something is going to happen here today. Someone’s life is going to be changed. Be ready.

I kept praying, asking him, who, and what, and why.
I received nothing back.
However, in those next 10 minutes that I sat there, God broke my heart for whoever it was that was going to be change.
I cried. (not saying that you don’t really feel God until you cry)
I felt pain for that person.
I was able to pray specifics without knowing what they were.
Then something happened that scared me.
It didn’t just scare me though.
It changed me.
I realized while I was praying that that person God was sending me into intercession for was myself.
The person who was going to be changed that morning was me.
My heart.
My life.
My desires.
They were all changing, and God was changing them for me.
He knows my heart and was filling it with passions that will make me fight for the injustice’s of the world.
These passions, that will excite me in sadness that I cannot stop.
That I cannot wait for these injustices to change from evil to good.
The only way they will change, is if I change them.

Lord,
Thank you for changing me.
Thank-you for making me seek you constantly and having the strength to do so.
Thank-you for not allowing me to give up on that connection.
Thank-you for placing the perfect people in my life to help deliver me from myself.
For Your plan and will is perfect.
I pray that you will continue to change my life.
That I will allow you to form my heart into your passions and not my own.
Amen

Don’t wait for something to change. Be the change.

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August 31, 2008 at 8:39 pm

Posted in authenticity, God, Humbled

[Thump, Thump]

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Do you hear it?
Feel it?

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August 4, 2008 at 1:37 pm

Progress through Pain

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I’ve learned a lot about pain recently in my life.
I’ve learned how you screw up and cause pain in someone’s life.
I’ve learned how someone else screws up and causes pain in your life.
I’ve learned that pain comes and goes all the time in your life.
I’ve learned that pain isn’t temporary while you’re here on earth.
I’ve learned however that each pain you experience is temporary.

I know I have been pretty nonexistent recently on here. At some point of your life as you go through things, they consume you and you have no choice but to pay attention to them. These things will take you away from your routine. You might not always want to step away from your routine, yet that may be the only choice. As I have stepped away I have focused a lot of my efforts, thoughts, prayers to my life as a whole. Where is it headed? What do I want to get out of it. Who are my friends, and who aren’t? When should I respond to certain things in my life. Of course the biggest question, How the heck am I to do any of this.
So yes, basically all the Who’s?
What’s?
When’s?
Where’s?
and Why’s?
Pain has been real to me through all of this. It’s true. Yet, while I have taken a lot of time to refocus and rehash some of these areas of pain along the way, I have been able to feed myself strength. My heart’s durability has been tested. The results? God is bigger than me, my efforts, my wants, my desires, my friends, my family, and most importantly right now to me, my pain. He overrides ALL of it.

So while I have been in pain and dealing with lots of heartaches, God has been making progress in my life. He’s been loving me so much that while I have placed him on the back burner, he has been working behind the scenes in my life. Whenever I was ready to pull the curtain up and call on Him again fully, He was waiting with a huge surprise.

This life is a journey, and while pain is adamant in our lives, God’s love, grace, and healing is more so.

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July 20, 2008 at 4:52 pm

Posted in authenticity, God, Life