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Church as a Costume

It’s fun to dress up.

When we celebrate Halloween or go to masquerade parties, dressing up becomes a way to explore our inner desires. When I was a kid my best friend and I once dressed up like Ninjas for Halloween, complete with fake throwing stars and swords. We stole out at midnight and scaled neighborhood trees, hacked random bushes, and kicked and chopped at each other savagely.

Of course, neither of us actually knew any martial arts fighting techniques – mastering any martial art requires years of intense devotion and practice, a price we certainly weren’t willing to pay – but wrapped in black gear and brandishing fake weapons made us feel like the real thing, and we bloodied each other all the more for it. There’s something about dressing up and pretending that ramps up our short term enthusiasm and it’s far easier than becoming the real thing. It’s easier in the same sense that buying new running shoes is easier than becoming genuinely fit. Sometimes we buy these things because they make us feel the part for a little while. Continue reading…

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Congratulations, You're Postmodern

About two years ago I was at one of Savannah’s softball games. At the time she was a freshman at a very conservative private Christian school in Columbus, OH, nestled affectionately in the lap of a very large Nazarene church. As a freshman she didn’t play much – except to pinch run from time to time – so, as I often did, I brought a book. On this particular day it was James K.A. Smith’s, Who’s Afraid of Post-Modernism?

At one point Savannah skipped over from the dugout and sat next to me for a few minutes so we could make fun of the other team. After a pause she snatched my book and looked over the cover.

Wrinkling her brow, she said, “What’s Postmodernism?”

“It’s a loose school of philosophy reacting against the underpinnings of the Enlightenment,” I deadpanned.

“What’s ‘underpinnings?’”

“Basic principles.”

“Ooh, Ooh,” she popped with sudden excitement, “I know what the Enlightenment is!”

“Oh?” I said, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Continue reading…

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Eating Our Own Egos

I’ve been a pastor for nearly 14 years in a denomination that is known the world over for its innovation in worship music. But there’s a dirty little secret that not many people talk about: hardly anybody in church sings anymore.

And it’s not just us.

I’ve been to dozens of churches in different denominations (including my own) and there’s not much singing going on in any of them. In fact, it’s not just the congregations. Last year I was at a regional pastor’s conference where for two straight days worship bands took the stage morning, noon, and night and blasted us with heartfelt songs…and very few people sang. We watched, we tapped our feet, we clapped politely after every song (I hate that), and we smiled. But hardly anyone sang. And these were pastors.

I have to admit, personally I have been completely bored with Sunday morning worship for well over 12 years. By and large I think the evangelical brand of worship is an inch wide and an inch deep and, even worse, our dependence on technology results in the mediation of genuine experience – and video-venue churches only exacerbate that problem.

egoLots of folks want to blame the decline of congregational singing on shallow pop-songs and amplified music, but let’s be honest: the problem of lackluster worship began long before electric guitars. Archaic hymns weren’t connecting with emerging generations in the 60′s and hymns connect even less with uninitiated emerging generations today. They may learn to appreciate hymns (as I have), but it takes time to integrate hymns meaningfully into our context. Besides, there’s nothing inherently virtuous about songs written before the 20th century.

Some think the solution involves raising the bar for “good songs” or “good worship leaders.” I’m all for doing things well, but what people typically mean is that we need to ratchet up the skill level. That sort of subjective elitism will only lead to more of the professional/amateur split that already threatens the integrity of the Western Church at large.

Others vilify the Jesus-is-my-boyfriend brand of worship songs which make Christ the intimate object of our emotional expression. There’s an entire chapter devoted to this in a well-known missional church book. The author’s rant toward intimacy-orientated contemporary worship is so antagonistic that it borders on homophobia (seriously, I was embarrassed for him when I read it).

But, as bad as contemporary worship can get, I think we ought to admit that it has done much to revitalize the faith of (probably) millions of people all over the world. In fact, by far the most participatory, passionate, powerful congregational singing I’ve joined, hands down (no pun intended), was in contemporary-worship settings. There’s nothing inherently wrong with emotionally expressing our love and devotion to God through contemporary, first-person songs. Emotions ought to be part of our offering.

It’s true that many old hymns are theologically rich compared to many new worship songs, but we tend to compare the best of the former with the worst of the latter and pat ourselves on the back for being theologically astute. Moreover, I think many people simply feel hymns are theologically richer for strictly aesthetic reasons. Archaic language tends to seem smarter because it’s less accessible – when in fact it’s just archaic (people think the King James Bible is theologically richer for the exact same reason).

Usually, when it comes down to it, these perspectives are mostly about taste and temperament. We want our worship to look like us (gregarious, dignified, upper-class, blue-collar, hip-hop, alternative, contemplative, country, hipster…take your pick). When it looks like me it doesn’t threaten me.

There’s a lot going on with this dilemma, but I’m going to risk oversimplifying by saying I think it’s fundamentally a failure to teach what worship is through our church praxis. Our understanding of what worship actually is must be followed harmoniously (which is where evangelicals fail) and contextually (which is where inherited traditions fail) by the way we actually practice worship. What we do teaches more powerfully than what we say. When we attract people to a passively-received spectacle, we’re teaching them that worship is spectatorship – so we shouldn’t be surprised when they become passive spectators. As Bill Kinnon recently observed, What we win them with is what we win them to.

Good teaching is a relatively slow process of discerning not only what people need, but also what they already have. It’s like a pot-luck. The good teacher’s job is to set a table where everyone can enjoy a full meal because of what everyone brings. Moreover, what we’re teaching (namely, Christian worship) is not an event or a gathering – it is an ongoing life of this very kind of meal, where the first gift is offered by God (demonstrated via Eucharist) and the offering of oneself to God in return through the diverse gifts of the faith community (which are also given by God) is the only reasonable response (Rom 12). It’s logically obvious that at this kind of meal and in this kind of life everyone must pitch in (1 Cor 14). Hence, this kind of worship is best taught by living that way intentionally, over a long period of time with other people. Our gatherings should represent that same slow-cooked, pot-luck life.

However, from a church leadership perspective, there’s a very real temptation to abdicate that kind of participatory worship-teaching in favor of entertainment because entertainment can quickly draw a crowd, and crowds can be inspired to give money – and money is what makes the world church go round (isn’t it?). We never say that out loud, but we always rationalize it. We think we can’t sustain ourselves without the kind of revenue that entertainment promises. We’re addicted to the drug of conspicuous success (bigger, better, stronger, faster) and we no longer believe that God’s daily provision of gifts, given through the faithful, will result in conspicuous success – and it probably won’t. Therefore, we’ve taken control of God’s gifts by converting them to cash so we can spend them however we please.

But there’s another dimension to teaching, and, behind that, another dimension to the preference for entertainment-based worship.

On the last night of that lackluster pastor’s conference, a well-known worship leader took the stage and did something radically different: he told us what to do. He coached and exhorted us through our apathy until eventually the place came alive and people brought their sacrifices publicly. There is a general squeamishness today among missional leaders about being too directive – and for good reason. For far too long the church has been enamored with a coercive posture of power. But good teaching also recognizes when to be directive and correct mistakes.

We’ve confused individualized liberty with authentic worship and the result is entire congregations of people who are isolated in a crowd: “Good morning! Here at church XYZ we believe you’re free to worship any way you like. Just do whatever feels comfortable.” Well, frankly, that’s a leadership cop-out. It’s bad teaching and it isn’t even remotely theologically true. When we worship this way, we aren’t feasting at the table of the Lord on gifts of grace that flow from divine abundance, we’re merely eating our own egos. Like modern consumers of fast food, we’re getting spiritually fat while simultaneously dying of malnutrition.

Down deep, our worship dilemma isn’t about the songs, the style, the instruments, the amplification, or even the loss of connectedness to our past traditions. Those things are important and should be used appropriately in harmony with the best theology. But the core problem is us, not our structures or systems. We’ll always take every opportunity we can to break every well-intentioned system we create. The problem is the condition of our hearts. We need to learn to lay down our egos and offer ourselves as living sacrifices. We need to surrender and submit to the will of the ultimate other (that’s the literal meaning of coming to “the alter”).

That’s hard, vulnerable, and humbling. After all, when it comes down to it, we’re all the students in this classroom. Sometimes we’re leaders and sometimes we’re followers – but we’re always beggars at the table. At the end of the day it’s easier serve entertainment because that way we all get to keep our egos.

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Will the Real Jason Coker Please Stand Up?

Most of the traffic that ends up here is a result of someone searching for “Jason Coker.” I seriously doubt you’re all looking for me, so I wondered what might be going on and I figured I could, at the very least, help some of you wayward surfers find the guy you’re looking for.

My investigation has revealed a fantastic array of “Jason Cokers” on the interwebs.

Jason Coker the Power Lifter
If you’re searching for Jason Coker, chances are you’re looking for this guy. I assure you, this is not me. Here’s a video of Jason squatting over 900lbs and bench pressing over 800 lbs: Continue reading…

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Been There, Done That

Today the Ikon folks met at Grape Day Park in Escondido to have a Thanksgiving meal with our friends who live in the Park. For the past six months Cory and Crissy Verner have spent every Saturday having coffee and donuts with these folks, making friendships and immersing themselves in the lives of people who are typically overlooked. Once a month a few of us join them, bring real food, get to know people, offer haircuts, etc. Today they wanted to share the holiday with their new friends in a meaningful way.

Several things surprised me about the gathering, but one thing didn’t.

I was surprised how many people turned out. There were probably over 100 folks there today, and at least 30 of them came to bring food for our friends in the park. Wow.

I was surprised at how peacefully the event unfolded. I’ve done a ton of feeding programs at churches and non-profit centers as a pastor, and it’s not uncommon for a large gathering like this to grow tense (or worse) with people cutting in line, jockeying for position and taking more than their share. There was none of that today. I think this is because our approach all along has been that we’re not feeding the homeless, we’re eating with our friends. Cory and Crissy embody this approach perfectly and did a great job of setting it up like a large family picnic. People chatted in line, piled their plates, and plopped onto blankets in small groups scattered around the area. Kids played football and stormed the playground. It was genuinely fun and restful.

I was surprised we didn’t get a ticket. The Verners have been progressively harassed by the Park Police over the past few months because it’s illegal to feed the homeless there. We do it anyway because we think that’s stupid, immoral, and discriminatory – but we’ve always been discreet about it and it’s always been much smaller than this. Today a Park cop showed up, saw all the people sitting on blankets laughing and eating together and said, “This is a good thing. I’m not going to call it in.” Then he stayed and chatted for awhile. Wow again.

I was surprised how many different churches were involved. As I walked around meeting people I counted 6 different churches from a variety of traditions represented. This wasn’t intentional. As word organically spread over the past few weeks other churches jumped on board, officially and unofficially. It was inspiring and humbling to see.

I wasn’t surprised when someone expressed disappointment that we weren’t sharing the gospel. I’ve come to expect this from Christians. We’ve been telling ourselves for a couple hundred years now that the gospel is an intellectual formula about Jesus and heaven, so it comes as no surprise to me when people expect a speech about that formula.

I was proud of my wife Jenell who replied, “These people already know about that, they don’t need to hear it again from us. Actually, I think most of them have more faith than we do. What they need now is relationships.”

Exactly.

Been There Done That Cup 2Every Saturday around the time Cory and Crissy go to the park another man shows up with his bible and preaches a message. Every week he says the same thing: “You’re sinners; you’re filthy and depraved; your addictions are keeping you from God and you’re going to Hell; turn to God and be saved.” This means saying the sinners prayer so they’ll go to heaven when they die – because that’s what’s really important. Additionally, the natural, yet deeply superstitious implication is that if they do so, some of their immediate problems might start going away too.

Now – never mind for the moment that I don’t think this is the gospel – Jenell and I have taken an informal poll, and as near as we can tell they’ve all been there and done that already…multiple times in most cases. In fact, in 15 years of ministry in 3 different States we’ve never met a homeless person that didn’t profess Christ. They’re so desperate they’ll pray anything if it means getting some relief for their hunger, their illness, their woundedness, and their hopelessness. You would too.

But it doesn’t help.

Praying a sinner’s prayer won’t fill your belly. It doesn’t fix mental illness, it won’t get you a job and it won’t dry your addictions. I don’t even think it will get you into heaven when you die (but that’s another blog post).

Here’s what does help: people. God, yes…but God through people. What helps us is deeply committed, compassionate people who are willing to get to know us, suffer with our dysfunctions, love us in spite of our shit, help us re-build our lives, and include us in the little things. As John says,

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God. 8Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. 9This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. 10This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 11Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 12No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us. (1 John 4:7-12)

That’s where God resides. That’s where we “see” him – in the vacuum of human need, which then fills to overflowing with life as the abundance of God flows from person to another. This is a significant implication of the incarnation of Christ, and every time we do it we’re literally “sharing” the gospel.

Sadly, not may Christians I’ve met have been there and done that. It’s way too hard, too messy, and too frightening. But that is where salvation lies, for both the giver and the receiver. In my recent series on the Kingdom and Economy I quoted Bryant Myers, and he’s worth quoting here again:

“Poverty is a result of relationships that do not work, that are not just, that are not for life, that are not harmonious or enjoyable.”

There’s an indispensable place for proclaiming the audaciously disruptive news of Christ’s Kingship, but for those who’ve already heard, our urgent task is to demonstrate the gospel as a life of deeply just and harmonious relationships that manifest redeeming love between people.

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The body of Christ, stolen for you

A few weeks ago our little church community was meeting at the park for Sunday night group when, right in the middle of the scripture discussion, my middle daughter Judah (10) crept up to the edge of the circle and slowly reached for the box of Matza crackers. Jenell (my wife) noticed and – in stealthy whisper-mode – asked, “You want the crackers?”

Judah quietly nodded and said, “The juice too.”

Thinking the kids were hungry for a snack, Jenell handed them off and turned her attention back to the discussion. Our group had already shared the Eucharist, so she figured letting the kids have a little snack would be fine.

It turns out the kids’ intentions were far more serious. Continue reading…

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Dear Preacher

Dear Preacher,

I really do hate this part of my job, but I suppose someone must do it. You’re definitely going to want to sit down for this; it seems I’m the bearer of bad news.

I’m afraid we’ve decided not to “pick up your option” this year, so to speak. That is, we’re letting you go.

Now don’t get me wrong, we think you’ve done a marvelous job (that joke you told last Sunday was brilliant! “Coffee break’s over…” Ha! That line gets me every time! You know, you have a real knack for making people laugh?). Still, sadly, your artistry just doesn’t seem to be necessary anymore.

After intensive biblical review we’ve discovered that your particular set of skills is actually best suited for proclaiming the good news of Christ’s death and resurrection to people who otherwise don’t already know about it.

Well, surely you see the problem. That just isn’t news to folks around here anymore (which I suppose explains why you’ve had to work so hard at making your speeches so wonderfully entertaining of late. In the absence of real news, entertainment is the next logical choice for keeping people’s attention). Worse still, the latest demographic information tells us that emerging generations aren’t drawn by preaching, and the best theologians are telling us that entertainment has no place on Sunday morning.

preacherNow, I want to assure you that we’ve looked high and low to find a suitable place for you. We immediately thought the classes and small groups would be the best fit, but it turns out those are already full of teachers, and, to be perfectly frank, they say you talk too much and don’t leave room for dialogue (just between you and me, though, I think they don’t want to compete with your charisma). In fact, truth be told, we’ve decided the best thing to do with Sunday mornings is plug in a good, strong teacher with an ESV Bible to “feed the sheep,” so-to-speak, along with a stiff shot of ancient liturgy (I don’t mind telling you we’re quite excited about that one!).

Next we thought of outreach ministries, but everyone there says preaching scares folks off and sends a message of “manipulation.” After all, those good people are busy feeding the poor and they did just buy that big red banner that says, “No strings attached!” So, I suppose they do have a point about mixed-messages and all. I guess you could say that, as a vintage, preaching just doesn’t pair well with the soup they serve! (Sorry for the pun, I suppose I should leave the humor to you!) However, they did ask me to invite you to come and say a prayer before the meal. Well now, that’s something, isn’t it?

Of course parking lot ministries won’t do; you don’t lead a rock band (do you?); you don’t know how to edit video or run a multi-media team; and you’re far too overqualified to maintain the facility…and, well, that pretty much covers everything we do here at The Great Western Church.

I truly am sorry – but you know, you can’t appreciate how hard this has been on me! This is all been rather awkward. I’ve tortured myself to find an alternative place for you, but I just can’t think of a suitable job in a post-Christian culture for someone who’s gifted, trained, and compelled to be a herald for the gospel.

Ah well, chalk it up to changing “market forces” I suppose. Enclosed you’ll find your severance check. Best of luck to you and all our prayers as well.

Sincerely,

The Committee on Ecclesiology

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Modern Ministry Confession

Today’s excellent post by Jamie Arpin-Ricci about confession at A Living Alternative reminded me about this rather old blog post of mine from about 2005. Back then I was in a different church, in a different state, working as a paid ministry professional (and believed in that sort of thing). It’s not the most flattering self-portrait, but then, I suppose none of my blogs are these days.

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It’s just before the 9AM worship gathering, and I’m chatting with people in the lobby when one of our Hospitality Team members waves me over.

“Jason,” she calls, beckoning me toward an unfamiliar middle-aged woman as I approach. “This is Lisa. She’s visiting us today and I thought she should meet one of the Pastors.”

I smile, and as we exchange pleasant introductions I immediately notice that she is someone who generally doesn’t fit. She’s less than attractive and overweight. Her teeth are stained and haphazardly scattered across her palette. Her mundane cotton dress is decades out of style and she speaks rather poorly. Most telling, she won’t quite look me in the eye – at least not for more than a second or two at a time – and she exibits an affect I can only describe as the subtle head-shyness of someone who is accustomed to being occasionally struck without warning.

Continue reading…

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A Parable of Four Fathers

Once there were four fathers, each of whom had a son who decided to move out of the house and make their own way in life.  Each of the fathers presented their son with a valuable parting gift for the journey: a shiny new red car. Upon giving their sons these cars, each of the fathers gave the same promise, followed by the same warning: “This is your car to drive so you may get to work on time, enjoy the freedom to travel, and impress pretty girls. I will make the payments on the car for you because you can’t yet afford something like this on your own. However, keep this in mind: you must cover your own insurance and gas, and be sure to maintain it as well. If you do not pay the insurance, the banks could revoke the title. And if you do not take good care of it, this car that you now love so much will eventually cause you great trouble. You are welcome come over anytime for my help, and use my garage full of tools to maintain and fix it.” Each of the sons was elated and, grabbing the keys greedily, jumped into their brilliant new cars and tore out of their driveways to explore the wild and open world.

However, after several months each of the sons fell into hard times of one sort or another and failed to make their insurance payments. Their insurance was canceled and the banks began to call each of the fathers to report inadequate coverage. The fathers called their sons, but each of the boys was deeply ashamed and ignored their father’s phone calls -afraid to admit their weakness, foolishness, and need.

Each of the fathers responded differently.

The first father was frustrated and angry and wanted to shout and scream and put his son in his place. But, being a strong father he ignored his impulses and did nothing. The bank informed the DMV which revoked the son’s registration and eventually the car was repossessed. The son lost his job and fell into drinking heavily, which contributed to his shame. Consequently, the son continued to avoid the father at all costs and their relationship suffered greatly – making Thanksgiving an excruciating exercise in pent-up rage and passive-aggressive dysfunction in accordance with the American tradition.

The second father was frustrated and angry, so being a strong father he tracked down his son at a burger joint and beat him to a bloody pulp in front of his son’s girlfriend, saying with every punch and kick, “How! Dare! You! Shame! Me! Like! This! You! Owe! Me! Big! Time!” He dug the car keys from his sons bloody jean pocket and drove the car home to care for it himself. The whole ugly incident was captured by a bystander on their cell-phone video camera and shown across the nation on the evening news. It became known as the “Wrath of Bob” video (Bob being the father). Soon the whole family was on the Today show talking to Matt Lauer about the “vicious cycle of abuse.” Jay Roach is now set to make the movie with Jim Carrey and Morgan Freeman signed on in the lead roles.

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The third father was frustrated and angry, but, being a strong father, he had a well-thought out plan for what to do. In fact, he had known perfectly well all this was going to happen and had already determined an orchestrated response. He didn’t want his son to be deprived of a car for work, but he did want his son to learn a valuable lesson. So he continued to pay the car payment and the insurance so the car wouldn’t be repossessed. The months went by and the father knew the car would be in need of maintenance. So, one night, the father packed up his tools and sneaked over to his sons house in the pitch of darkness. Quietly and carefully he broke into the garage, lovingly crawled under the car, and cut the break line. While he was under there he loosened the tie rods and cut the belt to the power steering too. The next day the son jumped in the car to head to work, but as he began to navigate the steep downhill switchbacks on the way he found that the breaks were like mush. Terrified, the son jerked the steering wheel to make the sharp turn, but it hardly budged. Somehow he made the first curve, but by the second curve his wheels were rattling from the loosened tie rods, and by the third curve he was totally out of control. He crashed through the guardrail and plummeted down the hill slamming into the ravine at the bottom breaking both his legs, puncturing his spleen, and collapsing a lung. He would have died down there if it weren’t for the EMT crew and life-flight helicopter the father had arranged to have waiting at the scene. As they flew to the hospital together the son gasped through bloody bubbles his eternal thanks and gratitude to his great father for saving his life. The father leaned over and whispered, “I love you son…all is forgiven.”

The fourth father was frustrated and angry, but, being a strong father, he knew that his response to this situation would have serious consequences for their relationship. He didn’t want his son to be deprived of a car for work, but he did want his son to learn a valuable lesson. So he continued to pay the car payment and the insurance so the car wouldn’t be repossessed.  The months went by and the father knew the car would be in need of maintenance. So one evening he packed up his tools, sneaked into his sons garage, and changed the oil. He also changed out the brake pads and replaced a bad wheel bearing. The son never even noticed. As the months passed the father would sneak over to the garage and fix little things here and there, but the father knew that the car was ultimately in the sons possession, so there would inevitably come a time of reckoning that the son would have to deal with. He continued to call the son and leave notes warning the son of an impending disaster and pleading with his son to change his mind, but to no avail. Sure enough, one day while driving to work an over-worn tire blew out, causing the son to lose control of the car. He crashed through the guardrail and plummeted down the hill slamming into the ravine at the bottom breaking both his legs, puncturing his spleen, and collapsing a lung. He would have died if it weren’t for the OnStar the father had installed on one of his late-night break-ins. The ambulance arrived quickly – as did the father – and as they were rushed to the hospital the son gasped through bloody bubbles his eternal thanks and gratitude to his great father for saving his life. The father leaned over and whispered, “I love you son…all is forgiven.”

Which father was the strongest?

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A Life of Gifts

I remember exactly when I realized our fun little experiment at Twoshirts.org had swerved completely out of my control: it was the day I learned someone had given away a grandmother.

People had been giving each other lamps and toasters and other such items for months. That alone was amazing to me, because for years I’d been fascinated with Acts 2:44-45:

“The believers had everything in common and gave to each other as they had need.”

Really? Everything in common?

Continue reading…

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