Yesterday was the day during our VBS program when, according to the curriculum, we were expected to present the Gospel and give kids a chance to pray “The Prayer”.

If you’ve run around in evangelical churches at all, you know “The Prayer”:

“Jesus, I’m a sinner, but I believe in You, so please come into my heart so I can go to heaven and be saved.”

Now, it’s not necessarily a bad prayer. It does bother me, though, when it’s used as a type of secret password that you have to say to get into the Jesus Club.

Worse, however, was that we used the traditional “Bridge Diagram” to explain the Gospel (example compliments of Bible.org):

This probably wasn’t our best choice for teaching, considering we’re a Mennonite church where most people either don’t know how to explain this diagram very well, or where those who can, like me, don’t like it. I suppose that’s what we get for following such a evangelical-heavy curriculum. Needless to say, it made for a rather interesting alter call.

It’s hard to say why these conversion techniques bother me so much. The diagram and prayer aren’t necessarily wrong, and I can’t say that they aren’t rooted in the Gospel. It’s just that they feel so incomplete.

The Gospel of Christ is so much bigger and greater than figuring out how to get to heaven. Honestly, the Bible’s evidence of what Heaven is like is pretty shaky anyway. Although any Evangelical who really gets the faith he preaches knows that conversion is more than just a prayer, techniques like these too easily turn Jesus into a means to the end, Heaven, and they give the impression that getting to Heaven is the only important thing.

The Gospel is about relationship. God didn’t incarnate Himself in human form for the sole purpose of dying. He came to show us a side of God that we could know, understand, touch, see, smell, talk to… He totally changed our ability to relate to Him. Jesus’ life was as much a part of the Gospel as His death was. And through his life and sacrifice, we’re now able to have that relationship with God through the Spirit that took Jesus’ place. Heaven is not the end goal - being reunited with God is! Heaven is just where we get to do that. But if, through Jesus and the Spirit, we get to start that process now… clearly our focus should not be on some far-off, perfect place after we die!

In the same way, Jesus clearly proclaimed the coming of the Kingdom of God, and the Kingdom is now here! It’s not completed on Earth yet, but the work has begun. So if being reunited and reconciled to God starts now, then putting all of our focus on going to Heaven after we die does ourselves and the whole Kingdom a great disservice. Salvation is not a promise of life after death - it’s a promise of a new and fuller life starting NOW. If all we advertise is going to Heaven, then we are missing a huge part of the Kingdom.

All that to say, yes, Jesus is how we get to Heaven, whatever Heaven actually looks like. But Jesus is more than just a middleman, and He is our guide to the whole Kingdom of God… not just the afterlife, but abundant life now. Any evangelism tool that skips straight to the end of the story is not doing justice to the real truth of the Gospel.

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Trying to reach out to a kid comes with a challenging side effect - the ones you start to connect with are also likely to be the ones who cross the line while you’re around.  That’s where it gets difficult - how do you hold kids accountable while still being careful to reinforce your positive interactions with them?  How do you tell a kid, “You’re in big trouble, mister, but I still love you,” with enough emphasis on both the “big trouble” AND the love?

TJ and his uncle (who is only a couple years older) have been attending out VBS this summer.  Both of them are intelligent, articulate, and can come across as fairly mature.  They also are both high energy, very independent, and like being the center of attention.   They are a bit of a handful.

Yesterday, TJ came early to VBS and got to hang around during our leaders’ meeting and prayer-time.  We invited him into our group, and I pulled him aside and helped him come up with a short prayer for our day.  It took a couple of tries for him to remember it, but he did great, and was excited afterwards about how easy it could be.  I’m always glad when kids can realize how simple prayer actually is.

Later in the day, it seems TJ had stopped enjoying himself.  During our memory challenge time, he came up to me.

“I think I’m going to head on home,” he calmly stated.  I asked why he wanted to go.

“I’m just not having fun.  No one lets me do anything.”  I ask him to explain.  “Well, I wanted one of the leaders to take me to the store next door to get some food, but no one will.  But all the leaders go over and get stuff for themselves.”

Tough sell - I’m always sympathetic to kids to don’t think something is fair, because they’re usually right.  I try to explain to him that the leaders aren’t supposed to be going, either, and talked about why we can’t take everyone to the store, other people would get jealous if he was able to, and so on.  He nodded as if he understood and walked off, and I took that to mean that he was fine and would hang out.

Until one of my crew leaders came up a couple minutes later.  “Um, TJ just walked out the door.  I think he went to the store, he was asking about it earlier.”  I realized that, thinking TJ had gotten the point, I had neglected to explain that we couldn’t let him leave without his mom’s permission or a leader as an escort.  Doh.

I sent someone over to find him in the store and bring him back, but he wasn’t there.  I called the house he was staying at, and got no answer.  So, I walked over there instead.  It was hard not to laugh at his surprised expression when I showed up at his back door.

His grandma and I talked with him about why he couldn’t leave without permission, and his grandma was understandably upset because she didn’t realize no one had let him go.  Oops.

Turns out, though, that I’m just a big softy.  I walked over all ready to come down hard on him to just walking off on us.  Talking with him, though, he impressed me.  He’s only 8 (he acts like he’s 11), and from an 8-year-old’s perspective, was probably being as mature and responsible about leaving as he could have.  He talked to me, he asked another leader if he could call home, and because no one explicitly said that he had to stay, he assumed he could go.  (Life Lesson #856 - Be clear with kids!)

Afterwards, he walked back to the church with me to get permission slips for today’s field trip (which I gave in and decided he could still go on).  We had a great chat on the way back, I introduced him to a friend we met while walking, and we were able to end on a very positive note.  And, he understood why he can’t leave on his own… so next time, he’ll be in a lot more trouble!  When we got back, he called his grandma to let her know that he was going to stay the rest of the day.

It was a good day.

Life will calm down eventually.

Most things are done… we’ve finished the biggest part of our fundraiser for camp. We’ve done the block party. Youth Sunday is over. Just 2 more weeks of VBS, and respite is in sight! Though I’m dreadfully behind on wedding photos, too… zut.

I always notice how it’s the little things in the middle of all this craziness. Small things like putting work aside to have an impromptu date night with my wife, watching stupid videos on the internet. Or hanging out with Burmese kids brand-new to the country at VBS, pretending to be a lion or teaching them new English words while they laugh at my attempts at Burmese. Or, while some of the neighborhood kids can be stressful at potluck, taking those same kids across the street to let them show off on their bikes while taking some awesome photos.

God offers comfort and joy no matter how busy and overwhelmed you are… but you’ve still got to take the time to see it when it’s offered to you.

I’m tired.  Things have been crazy this past month or so - increased ministry with the newer neighborhood youth, planning a bunch of stuff for the summer, going on retreats, shooting and editing multiple weddings, new networking with other youth workers, and still trying to keep up with the original 3 groups of kids and youth I started with.

For awhile, I felt really hectic trying to get everything done.  Now, I’m less worried about it coming together.  I’m just tired.

There are a zillion things I could say or write about from the past month.  Maybe a lot of them will come out eventually.  I’ll pick things as they come…

A week and a half ago, a couple of adults in my church, my wife, and I invited some of the Wednesday night potluck kids to have dinner at our house.  It was one of the best moves we’ve made in building our relationships with them.  Just earlier that week, we’d had some encouraging interactions with them on the street, but inviting them into our home was a big step.

Two of the three jr. high guys we invited were able to come, and were even excited when we invited them to come help prepare dinner.  One of them, who is one of our oldest Wednesday “regulars”, is a pretty decent cook.  We made a nice meal with pasta, cheesy bread, and cookies for dessert.  More importantly, though, was how open they were interact with us, have fun, joke around, and just share a small bit of life together.  Honestly, the difference from what we were used to was a little astonishing.

Inviting them into our home and focusing on just a couple of them makes a huge difference.  This is something I already knew, but it’s still very exciting to see it play out!  I don’t expect this to be the last time it happens, either.

There is another aspect of this that I find very uplifting, as well.  One of the greatest lessons I learned from InnerCHANGE was the importance of doing ministry as a team.  One of my greatest fears in doing neighborhood ministry in Rogers Park was that I might have to try and do it alone.  I can’t explain how incredible of a blessing it is that a group of people have formed around our church’s desire to love these kids.  It may not be a “team”, per se, but they are people I know I can walk with in this, and that’s worth a lot.  Praise God who looks after His people.

I’m tired.  But it’s because there’s so many good, exciting things happening, I’m not sure I can keep up.

At potluck last night, we could’ve easily had close to 30 kids come in.  It’s awesome to have such a presence from the neighborhood youth, but we’re still slowly trying to figure out what to do with them.

Lately, after the meal, we’ve been taking the group of them back to one of our classrooms, where they have a little bit of space to hang out, dance, play board games, or whatever.  Naturally, with dozens of kids from elementary through high school, it can get a little chaotic and hard to control.

When it’s time to leave, one of our rules is that the kids have to clean up and put away the games that they got out.  Naturally, that’s also the time when most of the kids will do their best to bolt for it (especially the younger ones… the older kids are too “cool” to bolt like that, they just try to refuse).  Last night was one of the times when most of the kids who had used some games got away; a group of the older guys, however, were hanging around because their bikes were locked in another classroom.

As they were demanding to get to their bikes, I decided this was a great opportunity to teach them some responsibility.  So, I made it very clear, and disregarded their frustration, by saying that I wasn’t going to open the door until the games were cleaned up.  This went on for a couple minutes.  The end result?  The kids were upset, a couple were coming a little confrontational with me and another adult, and the adults ended up cleaning the room anyway.

Yup, that was a great lesson in group responsibility!

The biggest mistake, I think?  I tried to teach them a lesson that they didn’t know they were supposed to be learning.  I wanted them to grasp just a bit of the idea of be responsible for each other and being willing to help out; I think they saw me as asking them to clean up a mess they really hadn’t made, and holding their bikes hostage to try to coerce them.  I realized when I got home that, without having the role of being some kind of teacher or mentor to them, I ended up just disrespecting them and their property.  Oops.

There was one redeeming moment, however.  As they were getting their bikes, the kid who had been the most confrontational noticed that the chain had come off of his.  Instead of urging him to hurry (which I think he expected), I got down to look at his bike with him.  I couldn’t really help much, he got the chain back on in a minute, and we didn’t really talk much… but it seemed like he left with a slightly different tone than he’d had just a moment before.  A tiny thing, but reassuring nonetheless.

How do we reach these kids?

Yesterday, I had my first photoshoot with my brand new seamless backdrops. I was really excited - before, I always used either a cloth backdrop, which left me with the problem of folds and wrinkles, or with our environment, which could sometimes be more distracting than helpful.

Once I finished this shot, I was pretty happy, and it’s been awhile since I could say that about headshots. I think it came out really nice and clean, and I like the post-processing to finish it. It may not be a complicated portrait or fashion shot or anything, but darn it, I’m proud of this shot. And so, I’m showing it off!  Here’s both color and black and white, take your pick.

So, I spent a lot of last night/early this morning at the hospital.  No, I wasn’t the one who was sick.

As I interacted with the hospital staff and sat around in the waiting room, I decided something - the next time I go to the emergency room with someone, I am DEFINITELY wearing my uniform jacket from when I worked as an EMT on an ambulance.  It was a very, very strange feeling to walk into a hospital and be treated like someone who’s completely foreign to the environment and might just pull out a guy’s feeding tube or something.  Maybe if I wear something that makes them think I’m still an EMT, they’ll realize I probably won’t kill anyone and let me stick around longer….oy.

So, we are now in our new home! Still a lot of boxes around, but a good 25 people or so from church helped us move on Saturday. Out of the old place and into the new in about 2 hours. Pretty amazing, if I do say so myself. I’ll put up some pictures the move soon. My church is awesome.

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In other news, God is awesome, too.  It strikes me as funny sometimes.  To think that before I go to youth group, I can take a couple of minutes to sit and pray for good conversations that night, and then I go, and have several good conversations.  Simple as that.  Weird…

Yeah, God is good.

Warning: This is long, so get a cup of coffee or something before you start.

I’ve had a lot of thoughts going through my head these past several weeks, mostly stemming from two catalysts. First, after a not-so-successful youth group, it was brought to my attention that my passion and excitement may not be all that evident to many of my youth. Second, I began to suspect that very few of my youth had much of an understanding of being able to interact and hear from God.

The first catalyst called into question where my passions and excitement lie. I was forced to realize that in some ways, it was the witness of my own Christian life that was hurting my kids’ ability to catch onto the importance and excitement of things we talk about in youth group. It made me wonder whether I was more passionate about the ministry I was doing, or the Person on whose name I testify. All of this really set me off-kilter for a few days, but was thankfully calmed down by some very direct and reassuring, if not entirely enlightening, responses from God. If nothing else, it was good to hear Him be so clear in speaking to me, even if He wasn’t ready to answer everything yet. In the end, I was still left with the question about where my passion stems from.

The second catalyst came through a few different conversations and lessons, but in general, I realized that most of the youth that I talked with couldn’t really come up with language addressing much of an ongoing relationship with the Lord, or being able to articulate who He is to them on a personal level. It seemed like they really didn’t even have much of a grasp of the personal, relational aspects of following Jesus. Now, a lot of my language and experience comes from an evangelical perspective, and I try to be really careful with how I talk about this “personal relationship with Jesus” stuff. In some ways, I think it is way overdone and is a bit of a cliché. However, I am fully convinced that interacting with Jesus daily is necessary for ongoing spiritual growth. Simply being a part of the Christian community is not enough! Even better, this ongoing interaction with our Lord is not just a requirement - it’s a privilege and a blessing that we get to talk directly with the God who created us loves us, and saved us! Anyway, with all this belovedness and hearing God stuff we’ve been doing in youth group lately, I realized I might have been jumping to step 10, without noticing that most still needed repeats of steps 2.

So, this has all been percolating in my brain since sometime in February, and as I’ve gotten a sense for where the youth group is at, the urgency for starting a conversation about it has increased as well. So, as bits and pieces come to me, I’ve been adding them up, and noticing that these two issues really tend to tie together. One of the clear reassurances that God gave me, as I mentioned above, was that He’d tell me what I need when I needed it. Darn it all for not knowing everything at once! But at least I know it’s coming. Anyway, spent some time on Tuesday last week at a Benedictine monastery on a personal retreat, and this was some of the stuff I was still working on (I’ll put up a few pictures from my retreat, too.) I don’t claim to have all of this figured out yet, but here’s where my brain is right now.

Essentially, it all comes down to, what is it that makes us as Christians different? What is it about my life that shows through as being different when I teach, talk, or just hang out with kids? What needs to be present in my kids’ lives that will set them apart from their peers?

The answer lies in the two commandments that Jesus told us were most important: “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul, and with all your mind….. Love your neighbor as yourself.” (Check out Matthew 22:37-40). It must be understood that these commandments relate to two areas of the Christian life - our discipleship (spiritual growth especially), and our testimony.

Note that these commandments are NOT split between those areas. I have often seen it taught that loving God dealt with your spiritual growth, and loving your neighbor was supposed to be the testimony of what’s changed. Not so; these two cannot be split. Your love of God affects your spiritual growth, yes; if you don’t love Him, or develop your love for Him, how are you going to want to spend time listening to Him? At the same time, your love for God should also be evident to other people. If Jesus comes up in a conversation, which will people respond better to? A guy that you avoid talking about a lot, aren’t excited to discuss, and who’s work you can’t really describe? Or a guy that has completely changed your life, affects you daily, and who you can’t wait to get together with again? Your love and passion for God has a huge impact on your testimony.

While not as much an issue as I talk about this, I should point out that in the same way, loving your neighbor is as much a part of your spiritual growth as it is your testimony. The testimony part is fairly obvious, I think - we serve others because you’re a Christian, and that’s what Jesus would have us do. We grow a lot through it, too… James says that if we spent all our time hearing what Jesus says, but we don’t actually do it, our faith is worthless (James 1:22). Jesus says when we care for others, we’re actually caring for Him (Matt. 25:31-40). If so, then there are plenty of opportunities there to learn from Jesus Himself as we care for Him and the people that He explicitly says are blessed and loved by Him. Plus, Jesus said that it’s as our faith begins bearing good fruit that we’ll better understand Jesus and He’ll listen to our prayers (John 15:16). While fruit involves changes in ourselves as much as more love towards people, it still suggests that we can’t really get what Jesus has for us to learn until we start doing stuff. The list goes on.

Anyway, back to the issue at hand. If there’s one thing my church is good at, it’s loving our neighbors. We have Greatest Commandment #2 down pat, at least compared with the majority of churches. We’re experts at loving each other in the church, most of us serve the community or other needy parts of society on a regular basis, and we’re generally very hospitable to our neighbors and others that come around. It’s easy to get excited about helping others, building community, and generally seeing visible, tangible results. For the most part, the youth understand that pretty well. They’re comfortable working, are usually happy to help and serve people, and realize that loving and caring for people is a core part of being a Christian. Most of them grew up in a church that excels at that. Honestly, all of this is a lot of the reason why I loved Living Water when I first started attending - there were people as passionate about loving their neighbors as I was, if not more so.

One of the weaknesses in my church? Quite possibly, loving God. Now, I stand on shaky ground saying this, and if I heard someone else say it, I’d be one of the first to argue otherwise. There are some amazing Christians in our church, and it’s very clear that their work for the Lord comes from their love for Him. Even with some of the older members with less of an evangelical background, it’s clear that they have a deep love for Jesus. It’s definitely not just a matter of traditions.

What are lacking, however, may well be the testimonial aspects of loving God. As a congregation in our worship and prayer, I think it’s generally clear that we love God. Individually? Many of us are people who are far more comfortable talking about what God would have us do, rather than talk about how great God has been to us personally. We’re better at talking about everything surrounding Jesus than we are at talking about Jesus Himself. All the peripherals are a lot easier to grasp and describe.

For our youth, I fear the result has been that Christ has become more an idea than a real, living, present, interactive Person. They know that they are supposed to trust Jesus as their savior - from the Mennonite church, they know God has come to reconcile mankind to Him. From evangelical influences, they know that Jesus came to save them personally. Beyond that, they know that as Christians they’re supposed to learn what God wants them to do, work on being better and loving other people, and be part of the Church. Some have said they’ve experienced God, although it’s usually limited to the warm fuzzies they get during worship at camp. And when that comes up, like a recording, at least one of them will remind us that the warm fuzzies are bad.

So, where do we go from here? It seems to me that both my youth group and I need to work on loving God - for me, the visible testimony of it; for my kids, the intimate reality of it.

For my kids, they need to understand that regular communion with Jesus is both necessary and desirable. First, they need to know who Jesus is - not just in a theological way, but who He is to them personally. What has He done for them? Why are they part of the Church, following Him? Why do they love Him? More to the point, DO they love Him, or are they just following the tradition of their parents and church family?

Second, they need to hear Jesus’ invitation to them into relationship. Jesus tells us that we aren’t just servants, we’re His friends, and that we’re invited into His confidence because He loves us and He wants us to understand Him and the Father (John 15:9-15). God doesn’t want servants; He can make more of those in the blink of an eye. He was companions to walk with Him and commune with Him, to know Him intimately. As disciples, we have access to a whole lot more than just a list of Good and Bad things to do. Relationship has always been the core part of being a disciple.

Third, they need to realize that a relationship with the Lord is necessary if they’re actually going to get anywhere in this Christian business. Christians are supposed to grow in spiritual maturity and love others more, which people can often fake. But for only so long. Real love for others can only come from our love for God, and His for us (1 John 4:19), and in order for us to become spiritually mature and bear fruit as Christians, we must remain united with Christ (John 15:5).

Fourth, they need to learn how to interact with God. I can teach them plenty about why they need to talk with God. But, it’s all useless until I can help them recognize when they feel close to God, what to listen for, and how to develop and strengthen that connection. They need to know that it can and does go far beyond doing daily devotions and reading the Bible for half an hour… which several of them have tried before, with scant results and very little spiritual comfort. As Dr. Perrine (thanks, CRM!) would say, they need to learn what their God language is, and how to develop regular spiritual practices around that. They need to recognize Jesus’ life and presence around all the time, and not just in a Bible verse, sermon, or worship song! Of course, this will continue far, far beyond high school.

What’s all of this mean for me? First, I need to be better at letting my love and passion for Jesus show through. The love is there - I’m not worried about that. But that doesn’t always mean it’s evident. For example, I always love my wife. That doesn’t mean, however, that I’m always excited or passionate about her. If I’m on top of things, I’ll still show my love for her by the things I do - that’s important. However, it takes an extra effort to show that I’m really glad she’s there. Otherwise, it would be easy for my actions to look more like obligation than love. It’s not necessarily faking the excitement; it’s realizing that loving her is a choice, and making her feel special like that is part of loving her. It’s similar with Jesus. I always love Jesus, but my passion for Him will vary from time to time. However, I need to always be aware of how other people perceive my relationship with Him. If I talk about Him and serve Him like it’s an obligation, people may pity me. If I can be honest about how important He is to me and how much I love Him, even when I’m frustrated with Him, have unanswered questions, or just don’t feel close to Him, hopefully people will wonder what they’re missing.

Second, we know that perfect love drives out fear (1 John 4:18). While I’m not necessarily afraid of condemnation, I still carry a lot of fear and insecurity. How will my words be received? What do I have to do to strengthen these relationships? What if a message important to me totally flops? What if people disregard me as not having much to say? Or being too young and inexperienced? Are they still comparing me to their old youth pastor? Why aren’t I haven’t more “spiritual” conversations with people? Etc., etc., etc. This fear is a hindrance both to my own ability to live and minister faithfully, and to God’s ability to work through me. For this reason I regularly pray that my timidity be replaced by power and love (2 Tim. 1:7), but that will only happen as I move closer to Jesus and trust in what He has in store for me, and move away from my own weak self with all it’s fears and frailty. Perfect love drives out fear.

Third, I pray for a better sense of my own sin. While it sounds like a depressing thing to pray for, it’s a key part of our salvation - if we don’t know what we’re saved from, what is our salvation worth? I was reminded on Good Friday that I often don’t really grasp my own sinful nature. Cognitively, I know I’m fallen, sinful person. In my heart, though, I tend to think I’m a pretty decent guy, and while I know there’s stuff buried that I’m glad others don’t see, I’m not worried about it destroying my life. When I sin, it’s usually easy for me to recognize what it is, decide I shouldn’t be doing it, and casually accept that I’m forgiven for it. That’s usually the end of it. None of that is reassuring in light of Luke 7:36-50, where Jesus says that the sinful woman who poured perfume on His feet loved Him so much because she had been forgiven so much. If you’re not forgiven much, you won’t love much. If I’m going to love Jesus as much as I want to, I can’t just know how much I’m forgiven - I’ve got to feel it and believe it.

So, that’s where I’m at now.

And this is the longest paper I’ve written since college.

Life Lesson #1:  When going to get groceries, make sure you have your wallet with you before you leave the house.

Life Lesson #2:  When you happen to forget your wallet, and don’t realize it until you’re 3/4 of the way to the store, don’t be bitter about it - be thankful that you remembered before you got to the check-out line.  It’s healthier.

Life Lesson #3:  Remember Life Lesson #1, so that Life Lesson #2 is a moot point.