Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Update #173 - Apostle


“Indeed He gave some to be apostles; and some prophets; and some evangelists; and some pastors and teachers; with a view to the perfecting of the saints for the work of the ministry, for the building up of the body of Christ…” Ephesians 4:11-12


Cairo, Egypt - Reconciliation post Revolution?

Fear ripped through the crowd.  He had arrived; he flagrantly marched in front of them astride a steed covered in Roman trappings – his mount dripping with red and gold from every surface, breastplate, saddle, bridle, blanket, reigns.  Afore him men marched flint-faced carrying banners telling his position, behind brute force followed - encased in shields, swords and helmets.

The dreaded day had come – the Roman apostle had arrived. Their lives would never be the same again.

The horror felt upon initial invasion was nothing compared to this. Battle was a known entity – fight for your family, your home, your freedom.  This was unknown, only foretold by feebly verified rumor and story.  Romans conquered quickly; the air, even now, was still marked with the tinny smell of shed blood.  As eyes roamed the street valiant last stands marked walls, streets, doorposts. Death, dying, defeat was everywhere you sent a furtive glance.

Depressed and conquered in spirit the small village awaited their fate – questions rippled through, whispered, yet not quite audible “Where would he start? What would he do? How would he begin? How does one go about destroying us and building them?” A new government, new religion, new tax laws and rates, new curfew and travel stipulations awaited. All handed down by this man, this man astride the steed.

From now forward, this man dictated life, his decrees, his declarations, his laws – yes, they could fight it, but death would most certainly ensue.  They were captured, slaves with property, allowed to live, breath and function as long as they abided by Roman rule, way and law.  Their known culture submersed and drowned - no longer known; individualism and opposition stilled, they were now Roman by adoption… and force.

Roman apostles were governmental transition men sent in the wake of battle to convert conquered cultures to the Roman way of life and rule.  They are similar to modern day change consultants - aiding a President when seizing company control. Unlike today, with polite but pointed memos, process and procedures the Romans used force, any force necessary, to insure conformity.

I can only imagine the disciple’s horror when Jesus first told them they were to be “apostles” to the world (I am sure a few of them had lived through an apostlistic “change management program”).  They were to be the change agents, the societal transformers, the carriers of his way, his truth, his thinking to the world.  They were to convert culture, inoculate and spread a new way of living, new way of believing, new way of thinking, to the Earth. They were to use force, albeit a different one, to affect culture, society, and the countries around them.  Jesus’ method did not involve swords, shields, helmets, intimidation, fear of death, dismemberment, or of anything else.  Jesus uses relationship and love to transform society.

Some theologian’s say there were only 12 apostles, they were commissioned by Jesus and the mandate died with them.  I disagree.  I am called to use love and relationship to change the culture around me.  I believe I am tasked with spreading Jesus’ way of living, believing, thinking and ideas to the world.  I know I am his disciple. I know I am his prophet to spread his good news. I know I am his teacher and pastor tasked with nurturing those beside me along the way, and I know I am his evangelist, spreading his story wherever I can.

Apostle literally means “one who is sent out” (www.dictionary.com).  One of Jesus’ last requests of us was that we “go and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things, whatever (he) commanded (us)”(Matthew 28:19-20).  Essentially our mandate is: “Go and change the world!”

How are you “apostling” the world around you? Are you Roman in manner and action (control, intimidation, fear inducing)? How are you affecting change in your culture, your society, your department, your team, your cubicle? How are you making things different through action and deed? How do you treat the grocery clerk, the pharmacy aide, the baggage handler, the gate clerk, how do you drive in traffic?  Are you spreading love, life and joy or are you cloaked with spears, shields, fear and intimidation?  What is your weapon of choice?

Updates:
Travel – Currently in Cairo, Egypt – Maadi neighborhood.  Jet lag isn’t too bad and the weather is nice.
Work – We are finished with training!  Next round starts in July so we are actively recruiting for that, as well as the executive intensive starting 6 May. Check it out: http://inst.net/events/rep-exec-intensive.html (there is still time to register!). Prep for Indonesia is still in progress (thanks mainly to Kim Wilson – THANK YOU Kim!), and we are scheduling/planning our next round of business ventures.

Requests:
Travel – Please pray for personal protection and for me and the team while in Cairo.  Brett is speaking at a business conference Thursday through Saturday on Transforming Society. Please pray God’s presence is palpable, the Egyptians are blessed, faith is lifted and hope is administered.
Work – continued prayer around logistical, spiritual and emotional prep for the upcoming Indonesia trip.  Also, prayer for my tight schedule would be appreciated – grace abounding for the return from Egypt, helping prep for the Executive Intensive, helping to execute the intensive, and then leave for Indonesia the following day!
Personal – What is on God’s heart? What are his priorities? Who does he want me to talk to, connect with, pray for? Please pray I will have the ears to hear, heart to feel, and obedience / wisdom to walk out his responses.

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Update #172 - Pearl Worth


“And Jesus said to him, ‘Why do you call Me good? None is good except One, God.’” Luke 18:19  

South Puget Sound, Tacoma, WA

There is a story told of a little girl gifted a costume jewelry necklace for her fifth birthday. The strand of white beads became her prized possession – she wore it everywhere, the supermarket, grandmas, kindergarten, Sunday school, bed… it was always with her; she never took it off.  After several months, and numerous bouts of swimming pool and bath exposure, the beads transitioned from a glorious iridescent to a sickly green in color; and began to stain her skin.

One night before bed, after her prayers had been said, her daddy asked for the necklace.  Shocked, she protectively covered it with both hands. Wide eyed she exclaimed “Oh, Daddy, no!”  He smiled, patted her thigh and helped her settle down into her bed.  Kissing her forehead he left the room.

The next three nights were the same, he asked for the necklace, she deferred.  The fifth night was different.

He could hear her sobs from the hallway.  Entering the room he found her sitting in her bed, covers pooled around her waist, tears cascading down her cheeks.  “What’s wrong munchkin?” The bed dipped as it received his weight. She held out her hand.  Shaking, she unfurled her fingers and revealed the lime-tinged beads.

“Here Daddy.” she snuffled.

He smiled “Thanks Bug”.

Regarding him with wide eyes, she watched as he carefully placed the treasured necklace in his outside suit coat pocket.  She sat quietly, tears sporadically sliding down her cheeks, breathing ragged, shoulder slumped in surrender.  She was so fixed on watching where the necklace was being housed she missed her father digging into his inside breast pocket to produce an oblong blue velvet box.

“Here Bug.” He said as he gently laid the box in her lap.

“Daddy?” She gulped between tears.

“Open it Sweetheart.”

“Oh Daddy!” Beaming a smile worth forty million watts she threw herself upon his chest in a huge hug, the blue velvet box now lost in the covers between them. “It is prettier than my last one. Can I wear it now?” She pulled back to watch his face.

“Of course Bug, let me help you.” She had the box in her hands and was extracting the necklace from the velvety folds.

The clasp, tiny in his hands, caused a fumbling but he managed to secure it around her petite neck.  “You look gorgeous!” He exclaimed.

Her hands explored the iridescent ribbon encircling her neck.  Her Daddy had given her REAL pearls!  They felt cold and heavy against her skin.

A furrow creased her brow. “Daddy, did you have this all the time?”

“Yes Bug, it was in my pocket.”

“Oh.” She sighed, fingering the folds of the bedspread. Suddenly her countenance changed, she shifted her head to look him full in the face and grinned, “You are a good good Daddy.”

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Is your Daddy-God good?  Is Daddy-God ALWAYS good in your eyes? Or, like me, you occasionally question his actions, motives and intentions? When a prized, cherished, precious possession is requested do you give unflinchingly, unreservedly, unquestionly – or do you hesitate and count the cost?

I want to believe Daddy-God is good, ALL the time.  In my life, he is proving himself true, just, and sincere.  I want to be like the little girl in the story who knows, without a doubt, her Daddy is good; he will restore, he will return, he will reconcile all things stolen, lost and removed.  I don’t have to understand Gods plan or ways - I just have to follow with child-like faith into what he has for me. Some call this naiveté; I call it freedom.

What keeps you from following in freedom; in complete release from worry, anxiety, and pain? What prized possession are you holding onto? What cherished item is ultimately blocking the greater gift being bestowed?

Updates:
Travel – prepping for Egypt (1 week) via LA – I leave on the 22nd returning the 30th.  I then leave for the World Prayer Assembly in Jakarta May 13th.
Work – The Bay Area trainees were commissioned last night and the remote trainees commission on the 23rd.  We had six of the in-person trainees receive their certificates last night! Whoo Hoo!
Personal – I have my “new” car!  She is so pretty!  I am having such fun driving her… she reminds me of God’s goodness and love for me every time I catch a glimpse of her.

Requests:
Travel – Please pray for personal protection and for my family as I prep for two transformational trips into predominately Muslim countries.  I have a heart for these people and respect their level of devotion; I just want them to come to know God’s love the way I do.
Work – Logistic prep for the upcoming trips. I am acting as the operations manager in Egypt and co-leading the Indonesian team.  Needless to say my plate is FULL, FULL, FULL.  Also, please pray I will be able to stay on top of the company financials before, during and after my travels.
Personal – What is on God’s heart? What are his priorities? Who does he want me to talk to, connect with, pray for? How do I prioritize the piles on my desk to reflect his answers? Please pray I will have the ears to hear, heart to feel, and obedience / wisdom to walk out his responses.