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My Last Post as Spiritual Drift

This will be my last post as Spiritual Drift.

I can no longer find the words.

Since my last post, and given the current climate of our nation, both politically and spiritually, I simply can’t think of anything I can say that would make one tinker’s damn bit of difference. To anyone. To anywhere.

We’ve grown too busy shouting, too comfortably entrenched in our own dystopian universes to worry about the lost art of communication. We run around shouting that the sky is falling, never seeing that it isn’t our God who created that sky, it was us. We are being crushed by gods of our own making. We’ve grown fearful of every shadow because the light of the world has grown too dim if it hasn’t been totally extinguished, never recalling that we were supposed to be that light.

I weep for my country.

I weep that a statue stands at our shore and says, “”Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

I weep that our founding document includes the words, “all men are created equal”.

And I weep that no one cares.

I weep for my religion.

I weep that my scripture says, “For the Lord your God is the God of gods and the Lord of lords, the great, the mighty, the awesome God who does not show partiality nor take a bribe. He executes justice for the orphan and the widow, and shows His love for the stranger by giving him food and clothing. Therefore, show your love for the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.”
And says, “Love your neighbor as yourself”.
And says, “The King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’”

And I weep that no one cares.

I weep for the “less than”, for the oppressed, the alone, the wounded and weak, the disabled. I weep for people of color, and people of poverty.

I weep for the poor in spirit, and for those who mourn. I weep for the meek, and those who are hungry and thirst for righteousness. I weep for the merciful, the pure in heart, and for the peacemakers.

And I weep that no one cares.

No, I take that back.

A lot of people care. We just care more about being heard than about hearing. We seem to be caring more for our rights, for our liberties, for our needs, and for our selves.

We care more about the external than the eternal.

We care more for those things that moth and rust destroy, that thieves can break in and steal.

We equate acceptance with approval.

We equate immigrant with enemy.

We equate poverty with work ethic.

We equate disability with worthlessness.

We equate need with weakness.

We equate conservativism with oppression, and liberalism with anarchy.

We have lost the fine art of nuance, and we’ve forgotten that we live in a world of gray and not one of black and white.

And mostly I weep that there is no one to talk to. No one who will withhold judgment. No one who will simply listen. No one who will do the hard work of caring, and who will face the hard truth that we, yes WE dear Americans and dear Christians, are as much to blame for the state of our world as are our supposed enemies, and probably more.

I have no words.

I am at a loss.

And thus, this will be my last post as Spiritual Drift.

God help us all.

A Growing Desire

DUFrontCoverFinal 2“I believe there is a growing desire within all of us who’ve made “church” a vital, ongoing practice in our lives to do more than merely attend. Warm bodies in empty seats don’t solve the problem of how to bring people into a central, lasting bond with Jesus, active and mature, unleashed into the world to live in relational discipleship with one another, and making more in the process. Those warm bodies have inquisitive hearts, hearts that have been hardened by an overwhelming, suffocating world, and there is a crucial difference between a church leader simply harvesting more lukewarm church attendees and his desire to cultivate active and eager disciples of Jesus.”

~ from “Disciples Unleashed”, my first venture into non-fiction, co-written with Dave Campbell, World Missions pastor for Real Life Ministries, AVAILABLE NOW FROM AMAZON.COM, PAPERBACK HERE FOR $11.99, OR E-BOOK HERE FOR $2.99!

How to Teach One Another as Jesus Taught

DUFrontCoverFinal 2“Jesus was all about bringing people into relationship with Himself, and He was all about compassion for the hurting and mercy for the sinful, but He also pulled no punches when it came to the role, and the cost, of those who chose to follow Him. To use a fishing analogy, most churches today cast a wide net that can potentially “catch” the interest of a good many people, but inevitably the congregation seldom bothers to venture beyond the shallow water of where they were first caught.

What Jesus asks us to do is to abide in Him, and in each other, through intentional connection and relational discipleship. This is what Jesus calls for in Matthew 28 and can be seen through the actions of His disciples in the first chapters of Acts—intentional connection through relational discipleship.

Somewhere along the way we, as a corporate body called “the church,” have lost the definition of how to teach one another as Jesus taught—through both compassion and intentional relationship. More importantly, we seemed to have forgotten how to be disciples and how to make disciples as He did it.

These are not things that the pastor needs to preach about once a week to whoever comes through the front doors of a building. These are the things that we, as Christians, are called and compelled to do every day. With everyone. This is our Great Commission if we choose to call ourselves followers of Christ.”

~ from “Disciples Unleashed”, my first venture into non-fiction, co-written with Dave Campbell, World Missions pastor for Real Life Ministries, AVAILABLE NOW FROM AMAZON.COM, PAPERBACK HERE FOR $11.99, OR E-BOOK HERE FOR $2.99!


roller coasterFaith in a Savior can be hard, unpredictable and scary. It’s often out of our control—and meant to be that way. But you know what else is? A roller coaster! And don’t most people get off a roller coaster feeling more jazzed, adrenalized, and energized than when they first got on?

And, isn’t that the point?

Our faith isn’t meant to be safe! We were never meant to be in control! Jesus was, and is, anything but safe and predictable, especially for those who feel comfortable and in control of their religion.