Be Selfish

In a classic VeggieTales episode, Jerry and Jimmy Gourd earnestly but clumsily advise their pint-sized audience, ‘Don’t be selfish.‘ Now, far be it from me to argue with Jimmy and Jerry on most things, but on this topic, I want to offer you a somewhat contradictory perspective:

Do be selfish.

The Bible contains a surprisingly long list of answers to the question, ‘What’s in it for me?’ (WIIFM) So if you can’t bring yourself to be a follower of Jesus out of self-sacrificing, altruistic obedience, I want to invite you to try following Him out of pure, unmitigated self-interest.

And I’m not just talking about eternal WIIFM related to whether you go or  after you die. I’m talking about right-now WIIFM for this life.

Here’s what I mean:

1. Giving Feels Good

In Acts 20:35, the Apostle Paul quotes Jesus, saying ‘It is more blessed to give than to receive.’ Even if you’re not sure what you think about Paul (or Jesus, for that matter), I think you know this is true.

On Christmas morning, it’s great to open a gift, but doesn’t it pale in comparison to joy that comes from seeing the look on your loved one’s face as they discover that perfect present you came up with for them? When you see someone lifting something heavy and, without being asked, you leap in and grab an end, doesn’t the look of relief and gratitude on their face feel fantastic?

Of course it does, and you know it. It’s more blessed to give than to receive, so be selfish – hedonistic, even – and give generously!

2. Bring the Tithe; Get the Blessing

Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this,” says the Lord Almighty, “and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that there will not be room enough to store it.” – Malachi 3:10

First, you might be wondering if I’m being redundant here; didn’t I decisively convince you to give in the last entry?

Yes. But the verb here isn’t ‘give’, it’s ‘bring’. ‘Give’ implies that what we’re turning over is ours to do with as we see fit, but that’s not what tithing is all about.

The reality is that the entire universe and everything in it belongs to God. She allows us to hang onto 90% of what She provides us with, but invites those who choose to trust Her to put Her money where our mouth is by returning the first 10% of what we have, to Her. So we don’t give the tithe, we bring it.

In Malachi 3:10, God double-dog dares us to bring Him the tithe, and watch what He does with that – promising to pour out more blessing than we can handle in response. What’s more, He challenges us to test Him in this.

Now, where it says ‘blessing’ in this verse, let’s be clear that God isn’t specifically promising a financial blessing – don’t look for a transactional ‘for every $10 you give Me, you’ll get $1,000’ arrangement when it comes to God. While the blessing promised here could be a massive financial windfall from heaven, it’s my hope for me and for you that it’s not.

Remember what Grandpa George (David Morris) says to Charlie (Freddie Highmore) in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, when the boy talks about selling his treasured golden ticket for money to buy food for the family:

There’s plenty of money out there. They print more and more every day. But that ticket? There are only five of them in the whole world, and that’s all there’s ever going to be! Only a dummy would give this up for something as common as money. Are you a dummy??’

Money can’t buy healing (relational, medical or spiritual). Money can’t buy you a great marriage, or wisdom, or joy, or purpose.

What if the blessing God wants to give you is one (or more) of these things? Wouldn’t that be worth 10% of your stuff?

But maybe it’s even better than that.

I wonder if the blessing God gives to tithers is the peace that comes from real financial freedom. A freedom from the pressure to keep up with the Joneses; a freedom to live within our means and be content about it – happy, even! When we tithe, we put God first in our finances, and considering how economics-driven we are as a people, I think that has the potential to re-orient the rest of our priorities as well, so God is first in all our categories. In Matthew 6:21, Jesus tells us, ‘Where your treasure is, your heart will be also‘ – so maybe when we put our treasure where it belongs (i.e. in God’s hands), our heart will follow.

Just imagine what God can do with, in, through and for you, when you’re all in with Her. Doesn’t that sounds better than anything you can buy with 10% of your money?

So be selfish. Bring the tithe so you can get the blessing.

3. Forgive For Your Own Sake

The Bible contains a rather freaky WIIFM when it comes to the topic of forgiveness, and it comes straight from the mouth of Jesus:

‘For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins.’ – Matthew 6:14-15

This follows quickly after Jesus teaches the Lord’s Prayer to His Disciples, and it’s totally consistent with the line, ‘Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors’  that’s right there in Christendom’s most oft-repeated prayer, in black and white.

So if we withhold forgiveness from people who wrong us, the forgiveness of God is apparently unavailable to us.


Now, does this mean God is a stingy, quid-pro-quo kind of God, who withholds forgiveness from us until we make the first move? That doesn’t sound right to me.

The way I’ve wrapped my head around it is as follows: God’s forgiveness (closely linked with His grace) is always flowing in Niagaran proportions – but when we’re stingy with forgiveness, it’s like have this vital commodity crammed in a tightly clenched fist.

You can’t grasp something new with a closed hand, so even if our hand is immersed in the waterfall of God’s grace and forgiveness, we can’t receive any.

But when we open our hands to give forgiveness to others, our hands are also open to receive forgiveness from people, and from God.

I think it’s also important to remember that forgiveness is a decision, not an emotion – and you don’t need to feel ‘all better now’ before you choose to forgive.

It’s also vital to remember that you’re not condoning the wrong that was committed when you forgive. You’re simply choosing to let go of the anger, bitterness and resentment associated with it; to give the situation to God and let Him sort it out.

And Proverbs 25:21-22 seems to argue that forgiveness lived out is the sweetest revenge:

If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat;
    if he is thirsty, give him water to drink.
In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head,
    and the Lord will reward you.

Building on that idea, I want to share three quotes that aren’t from the Bible that I think offer a different kind of WIIFM when it comes to forgiveness:

  1. Forgiveness hides a pleasure that you can’t get back from revenge. ~ Iranian Proverbs

  2. “Anger is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured.” – Mark Twain
  3. ‘Resentment is Like Taking Poison and Waiting for the Other Person To Die.’ – Carrie Fisher (and others)

So be selfish and forgive.

4. Seek First, Receive Second

So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. – Matthew 6:31-33

Putting God first is foolishness to the world. It’s also foolishness to every self-preservation impulse that’s wired into our biology, and it’s completely horrifying to our ego. But as Jesus says in the verse above, putting God first is actually a very shrewd approach to life. When you put God first, God puts you first and takes good care of you. You’re not choosing between the thing you want and God, you’re choosing between the thing you want without God and the thing you want through God, or something better – like the freedom from wanting something you don’t actually need.

God created the universe and everything in it, including you. And She loves you with every fibre of Her being. The love we have for our children pales in comparison. If you think that’s true, read the following verse and ask yourself if putting God first is actually a sacrifice:

“Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him!” – Luke 11:11-13

So be selfish, and put God first because of all the ways He’s going to bless you when you do.

Landing the Plane: Tongue In Cheek?

So, we’re 1,400 words into this opus now, and if you’re still here, you’re probably waiting for an ‘all kidding aside’ disclaimer, or some sort of literary wink to confirm that I’m being facetious in this post.

But the trouble is, I’m actually quite serious.

If you’re fully capable of genuinely putting God first, simply because She is Creator and you’re created – regardless of whether it benefits you or not – good for you! You’re a far better person than I am, Jesus.

But for us imperfect people, I’m convinced that taking the WIIFM into account and choosing to follow Christ because of the ways it benefits us is totally legit and completely kosher. Otherwise, why else would all those WIIFM verses be in the Bible in the first place?

In the same way that gratitude is the (not so) secret back door into humility, I think WIIFM is the (hopefully not) secret back door into disciplehood. Since we believe that God is good, that God is for us and that God is love, is it so hard to believe that obeying God’s will for our lives will result in the best possible version of our lives?

So start being selfish, already. Put God first (earnestly if you can, but even cynically if that’s all you can muster), and see what He does with that. I double dog dare you.

Peace be with you.

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Sometimes I feel like the worst pray-er ever.

A friend confides in me about a challenge, a dilemma or a crossroads they’re facing, and I promise to pray for them – and I mean it. And as the words come out of my mouth, the thought seems to go with them – because I immediately forget about it.

Some friend. Some prayer warrior.

But I wonder if, from heaven’s perspective, this is as empty a response as it looks from earth. Romans 8:26 says that when we don’t know what to pray, the Spirit intercedes on our behalf with wordless groans – I wonder if this is also true when we forget to pray.

I think it’s safe to say that prayer is more than what we say with our hands folded and eyes closed in the time between the words ‘Dear Lord’ and ‘Amen’.

Is it possible that saying the phrase ‘I will pray for you’ is, itself, a prayer? If only for a moment, we’ve entered into our friend’s story and taken on their burden. God is present everywhere and knows what’s in our heart, so arguably, She heard our promise and knows we meant it – and that counts as a prayer.

I’m not suggesting that in cases when I actually choose to overtly pray for my friend, my prayers are superfluous. Praying for others is good for us, it’s good for them and I’d never suggest that prayers don’t move the heart of God.

I’m merely asking if, when I forget to pray for others, I’ve actually ‘dropped the ball’. I think maybe God catches the ball for me, before it hit the floor and bounces away.

Or that maybe it was never my ball to carry in the first place.


On a related topic, I’m a big fan of persistence in prayer.

In 1 Thessalonians 5:17, the Apostle Paul challenges the church to ‘pray without ceasing’, and I find this very comforting.

Moreover, Jesus Himself encourages persistent prayer in the Parable of the Persistent Widow (Luke 18:1-8), so it’s safe to say that persistent prayer is a bedrock-level component of what it looks like to be faithful.

This is very liberating. We can continue bringing the same petitions to God as often as we feel compelled to. He doesn’t get tired of hearing us ask for the same divine intervention on a particular issue. God doesn’t become annoyed with us when we ask the same question over and over again. (No English translations of the Bible that I know of render 1 Thessalonians 5:17 as ‘Pray incessantly‘, but I don’t think that interpretation would be unfaithful.)

But in light of these passages and others, I think that without realizing it, I defaulted to the assumption that persistence in prayer is the only way to pray faithfully: If I pray less persistently about Topic X than I do about Topic Y, I’m not praying as faithfully about Topic Y as I should be – and I need to feel bad about it and repent.

But it occurred to me the other day that this yoke probably isn’t of God – that praying persistently isn’t the only way to pray faithfully.

What about those instances when I come before God with a request once, get it ‘off my chest’ and then actually entrust it to God?

There’s some uncertainty in a couple of arenas in my life right now, but I don’t beat my breast and plead for God’s divine intervention about these topics on a daily basis – because I’m confident that God’s got this. I can leave it in His hands. It may not turn out the way I think I want it to – it may not even turn out the way God wants it to – but I can know that God will use whatever happens for good. My good, hopefully – but somebody’s good, for sure.

I think God is OK with that posture. I think that counts as a faithful approach to prayer, too. And when I came to that little epiphany, I gotta tell you, it felt great to get that yoke off my neck.

It seems really obvious in hindsight (as epiphanies often do), but it was a real relief when it came to me.

I can offer persistent prayers about things that I’m persistently anxious about, and pray once-and-done prayers about the burdens I’m actually able to leave in God’s hands – whatever feels right in each case – and know that either way, I’m praying faithfully.

And so can you.

Thanks be to God.

Peace be with you.

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The Gospels are amazing at telling us what Jesus said, but they’re not so hot when it comes to telling us how he said it.

If it’s true that 93% of in-person communication is non-verbal, the words attributed to Jesus only give us a small part of the picture of what He was communicating. Our tone of voice, facial expressions and body language speak volumes.

The Gospels rarely give us insight into these vital components of the message, so we’re left to our imaginations in these areas. And since Jesus had a finite amount of time on earth to do very important and serious business, I think we tend to default to the assumption that Jesus was always serious.

Dignified. Austere. Aloof. Sombre. Dutiful. Detached.

Except when He got mad or sad, of course. Then He showed His emotions – but only as much as was needed to make His point. Then He went back to being serious.

But at the risk of making God in my own image, I wonder if Jesus actually smiled a lot. Did He often have a twinkle in his eye when He rebuked or admonished people – like a patient parent playfully and encouragingly challenging his bullheaded children’s assumptions, in order to help them to connect the dots on an important life lesson?

Did Jesus, who ripped Himself out of the Trinity and chose to live an infinitely inferior mortal existence, stoically endure life on earth? Or is it possible that He actually enjoyed it?

Since Jesus was God, He knew how precious and wondrous and beautiful our mortal, human life is, and He knew what it meant to live life abundantly. He knew, better than anyone, that joy doesn’t have to be dependent on life’s momentary circumstances, and that mortal life is fleeting – so you might as well enjoy it.

I also know that He loves each one of us, so could the Saviour have savoured every interaction He experienced during His 33 short years on earth?

Think of your favorite, most engaged and engaging teacher from grade school, high school or post-secondary school, on her best day. The day when she’s teaching material she finds completely fascinating, and she’s elated at the prospect of illuminating that lesson to her students.

I remember some of my teachers being almost giddy on those kinds of days. It was sorta geeky, but it was also endearing – and infectious.

Could Jesus have been like that? Is it possible that during His ministry, Jesus was having fun?

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Think about the story in Matthew 14:22-34, when Jesus walks on water.

I know this happens right after Jesus has learned that John the Baptist – his cousin, colleague and opening act – was just killed, and right after Jesus spent the day teaching, and then feeding, more than 5,000 people. So obviously, Jesus is tired and sad and maybe even a little overwhelmed by the day’s events. He might even feel a little bit hard done by. He finally gets some one-on-one time with the Father, and then He goes to meet the disciples, who are crossing the lake in a boat.

What was His expression like as He stepped onto the water? Dignified and sombre? Stoic and purpose-filled? I’m not sure.

I wonder if even He thought walking on water was pretty cool, and was was grinning from ear to ear. And when His disciples saw Him and understandably freaked out, I wonder if His response, ‘Take courage! It is I. Don’t be afraid’ might have carried some of that geeky giddiness I mentioned above.

Then, when Peter asks Jesus to invite him onto the water, is Jesus smiling when he says, ‘Come’? He’s got to be immensely proud of his protege, even knowing what’s about to happen.

Then, when Peter realizes the gravity of the situation (literally) and sinks, Jesus saves him and says, ‘You of little faith. Why did you doubt?’, there’s probably some disappointment in His tone, but there’s also some encouragement – like when we’re learning to skate and almost find our feet, but psyche ourselves out and end up with a bruised bottom. Our instructor might tell us what we did wrong, but (hopefully) buried in their words is a ‘You’re soooo close. You can do this. I believe in you – you just need to believe in you.’ tone.

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Jesus’ Seven Woes speech to the Pharisees and Teachers of the Law in Matthew 23:13-39 probably had a more confrontational vibe, but is He truly seething with venom as He calls His listeners a brood of vipers in Verse 33? Or could there be some theatrics in Jesus’ behavior, like a sports coach lambasting his players for falling short of their potential? After all, the Pharisees and Teachers of the Law were supposed to be God’s A-Team, and they were woefully off track (literally). (Watch the famous Lollygaggers scene from Bull Durham to see what I mean.)

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I’ve always been a little unnerved by Jesus’ famous ‘If your eye causes you to stumble, pluck it out’ line in Mark 9:47, and by the ‘throw them into the sea’ stuff a few verses earlier.

I think it’s safe to assume that Jesus is using hyperbole in Mark 9:42-48, but I also wonder if he’s not also dripping with sarcasm during this exchange. (He was Jewish, after all.)

Could He even be laughing as He rattles off this increasingly drastic (you could even say ‘melodramatic’) rant?

Humour is a helpful tool for making your point in the 21st Century, when our culture often suggests that finding something funny is not incompatible with taking it seriously.

Were things so different in the 1st Century?

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I could go on, but I think you get the point: Jesus may not have been a laugh-a-minute prankster or a happy-go-lucky goofball, but He probably wasn’t always stern, serious and sombre, either.

OK, Baldy. Fair enough. But so what?

Maybe nothing.

But maybe, in light of our call to be the body of Christ – or the hands and feet of Jesus to the world, as some describe it – I think our view of Christ’s demeanour affects our demeanour as we represent Him.

If we allow ourselves to think Jesus had fun as He carried out His ministry, could that lead to us having more fun as we carry out ours? And could that make us more effective ministers and ambassadors for Christ?

At the very least, I want to invite you to question your assumptions about Jesus’ posture, tone and facial expressions as you reflect on what He says in the Gospels, and see what God does with that.

How would it alter your picture of Jesus, and of yourself, to imagine Him with a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye? Is He inviting you to experience – and exhibit – more joy as you strive to follow Him?

Peace be with you.

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Author’s note: I’m not entirely pleased with the photos of Jesus I used for this post, but they were the best I could find at illustrating the vibe I was after.

I’ll unhesitatingly concede that each of them could have been captioned ‘Caucasian Jesus’, which is almost certainly not reflective of reality – considering that He was a First-Century Jewish man.

The point of today’s post, though, wasn’t to challenge the assumption that Jesus was white, but to challenge the assumption that Jesus was serious. I think the ‘Jesus was white’ assumption definitely needs challenging, and I may get there at some point. But for now, here are a few other explorations of that topic from other authors, to tide you over:

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Circles and Rows

Good things happen when we’re seated in rows, but real church happens when we’re seated in circles.

CIRCLES – I bought a circle of friends candle holder for my mom for Christmas a few years ago. Her friend said it looked more like a circle of monkeys.

That’s a paraphrase of something megachurch pastor Andy Stanley said in a sermon a few weeks ago, and I’ve been flogging that message at every opportunity, ever since.

That’s because it feels to me like Holy Trinity Anglican Church in Calgary (my home church) is growing bigger, but I’m not sure it’s growing closer, or growing deeper. As a result, I think we’re missing out on what God wants to do with, in, through and for us, and I’m convinced small groups can help us explore and tap into that.

Also, since the summer is basically over, Small Group Season is upon us. So time’s a-wastin’!

Membership in a small group played a pivotal role in getting me off the bench and into the game when it comes to my own faith (as Craig Groeschel, another megapastor, said in one of his recent sermon podcasts) and I know it can do the same for other benchwarmer Christians.

Maybe even you.

ROWS – Is it time for you to get off the bench and into the game?

Small group membership was also absolutely instrumental in my journey to answering The Ultimate Question that my pastor, Stephen Hambidge, preached about last week (“But what about you?” he asked. “Who do you say I am?” – Matthew 16:15) and then beginning to live out my answer in action, as well as in words.


As I look back and dissect my spiritual journey from lukewarm benchwarmer to worship leader/wanna-be (hopefully-gonna-be) clergyman, I think small group membership brought two vital catalysts to the equation (mixaphorically speaking), and coincidentally, (just like ‘circle’, ‘catalyst’ and ‘coincidentally’, both of them start with C:



Holy Trinity is above average in size for an Anglican church, but it’s tiny compared with the massive organizations that Stanley and Groeschel lead. Even so, it’s big enough that I don’t know everybody’s names, let alone their stories. Intimacy just ain’t possible when you’re in a group of 200.

Anonymity, on the other hand, is a cinch.

Whether we want it or not.

And that’s one reason why small groups are so vital. In a group of a dozen or less, you can actually get to know people, and perhaps more importantly, become known by people. As Stanley says in the sermon I mentioned at the start of this post…

“You’ll never become who you want to be until you are willing to face up to who you actually are. And the only way to do that is to stop worrying about being known for something, and allow yourself to be known by a group of someones.”

I’m totally in favour of fellowship time after church. It’s a chance to see people you don’t see often enough, and at least do a quick check-in: Howya doin? Having a good summer? A smile, a handshake or a hug, a joke about how church coffee is always awful (church water is usually terrible too, for some reason: I think there’s a connection); a chance to welcome someone new and at least learn their name (even if you forget it a few minutes later and have to ask again next week).

I’m fully onboard with fellowship time, but it ain’t exactly a recipe for real relationship, is it? Conversations are always surface level. Little better (or no better) than small talk. And that’s not because people aren’t interested in going deeper with you, it’s because time is short, the room is loud, interruptions are unavoidable and many people aren’t interested in sharing the deepest parts of themselves in a room full of dozens of potential eavesdroppers. Fellowship Time just wasn’t built for deep conversation.

If you’ve ever felt like church isn’t feeding your appetite for community, and that people aren’t interested in really connecting with you, I bet you’ve never joined a small group. Which means you’ve never truly given us the chance.

You heard me.

Getting into a room with a group of six to 12 people where only one person talks at once (rather than the beautiful free-for-all chaos of Fellowship Time) is a game changer when it comes to building community, and it also sets the stage for today’s other Big C.



We spend a lot of our lives talking, don’t we? We talk to our families about what to have for lunch or where to go on vacation or who used up all the Wi-Fi this month. We talk to our buddies about sports or cars or movies or beer or [whatever women talk about].

But how often do we talk about things that really matter? Even if we’re Christians, most of us don’t gravitate toward meaty discussions about God and our role in Her creation. In-depth discussions about the Bible and what it has to say about how we should live our lives don’t just happen, regardless of how important we know them to be.

Instead, a lot of us tend to focus on faith only on Sunday mornings.

Now, this is problematic just from a time management perspective, isn’t it? If we’re in church at all, we must be somewhat onboard with the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

And the way I read it, if the Gospel means anything, it means everything.

But even if you think that’s an overstatement, you can probably agree that if God is really God and Jesus really came to save us from our sins and died on the cross for us and wants us to live in a certain way in response to that, giving Him 90 minutes out of a 10,080-minute week isn’t going to get you very far.

As Steven Furtick – yet another megachurch preacher – said in yet another recent sermon podcast, ‘What good is the seed of the word of God if there’s no water applied to it during the week?’

It’s corny, but there’s more than a kernel of truth in that Twitter-ready quip.

Now, I love sermons. I love listening to them, and I love delivering them. Nothing brings scripture to life in the same way that a well researched, well written, well delivered sermon does. But this mode of communication only goes one way (Preacher ⇒ People) and therefore it has limitations. The best sermons need to be augmented by conversation. Unscripted, unplanned, unpredictable, prone-to-wander conversation that goes both ways (People ⇔ People).

Give and take. Back and forth. Question and response. Doubt and faith. Disagreement and epiphany. Naïve questions. Insufficient answers. Heretical questions. Well-intentioned (but probably also heretical) answers. Gloom. Pollyanna. God can use all of it to build our faith if we’ll only engage with Him.

This is what I think the Proverbist (traditionally believed to be King Solomon) meant when he said:

‘As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.’ – Proverbs 27:17

Who are you sharpening these days? Who’s sharpening you?

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As you can probably surmise from reading the above, I feel a special urgency this year to get more members of our church plugged into a small group this fall. That’s why I made after-church announcements on the subject throughout the month of August. Pastor Stephen has accepted my offer to provide support to the small groups ministry this fall, so you can now contact either of us to learn more.

I want to help connect new people with existing groups. I want to support and encourage people who think they might want to start new small groups. (It’s really not that difficult, I promise.) I’ll try to answer questions. Dispel myths. Help you find a curriculum to study. Our church has grown bigger; I’m convinced that small groups can help us grow deeper, too.

In John 10:10, Jesus says He came that we may have life, and have it more abundantly. If your life could use some of that abundance, let me help you get plugged into a small group.

Peace be with you.


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The Right Time to Do the Right Thing

The other day, I had to pop into my local supermarket to pick up a prescription. As I walked toward the front door, I noticed a man sitting on the sidewalk, holding a cardboard sign asking for money.

Until a few years ago, panhandlers were unheard of in my middle-class neighborhood in Calgary’s utaupia, but with the recent economic downturn, this sight has become quite common outside the local stupormart.

And without exception, they conduct their business quietly, respectfully and with dignity. They rarely speak to the throng of humanity walking past them, never making a scene or laying a guilt trip. They let the cardboard sign do the talking for them, and receive anything they’re given with grace and gratitude. Quite often, I give them money – and several times when I’ve been without cash, I’ve picked up a $10 gift card while I’m in the store, and handed it to them on my way out.

On this day, though, I was in a hurry (as usual), I had challenges of my own to deal with and I was a little indignant in my heart about the beggar’s audacity. I felt offended, suddenly and inexplicably, like he had no right to ask something of me when I give intentionally to church and charities and often give spontaneously to guys like him when they’re camped out in front of the grocery store. So when I saw the man with the sign, I groaned impatiently in my heart (hopefully not out loud), avoided eye contact and walked past as quickly as I could.

Once I was inside the store, though, I realized I was being selfish, ridiculous and profoundly un-Christlike.

‘Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.’ – Matthew 5:42.

I preached on that passage earlier this year. You’d think I’d be better at practising it.

OK, OK, Jesus. You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking. I even happen to have two fives in my wallet. I’ll pick up my prescription, give the guy one of my fives, look him in the eye and say, ‘God bless you.’ Five bucks won’t solve (or greatly exacerbate) his problems, but it’s something.

Unfortunately, by the time I finished my business in the store and left, the guy was no longer there. Hopefully he’d collected enough money to meet the day’s needs and was headed home – but it’s just as likely that he gave up, after being ignored by one shopper too many, and left defeated and demoralized. I’ll never know, and that’s been eating at me this week.

Looking back on the encounter, I’m quite disturbed about my initial reaction. Clearly, I’ve got some growing to do. But I’m also tempted to let myself off the hook because I eventually came around and had decided to do the right thing – even if I missed my chance to actually make good on that plan.

The trouble is, once I came to my senses, I still put my pharmacy agenda ahead of the stranger’s needs. I’d have been obedient eventually if the guy hadn’t left, of course. But as some of my favorite podcast preachers have said on more than one occasion …

Delayed obedience is immediate disobedience.

Now, it’s pretty unlikely that my $5 would’ve made much of a practical difference in the life of the panhandler, but maybe an encounter with a bespectacled cueball that involved eye contact, a smile and a blessing would’ve made a significant impact on his spirits or provided some comfort.

But regardless of how that five-second interaction might have impacted him, I know it would’ve been good for me. I missed out on a chance to put someone else’s needs ahead of my wants; I squandered a tiny, little opportunity to say yes to God – first by succumbing do my hard-hearted default posture, and then delaying my obedience until it was convenient for me.

In a sense though, this unhappy ending is potentially more useful for me than if the guy had still been there when I left the store and I’d given him the money. If he had been, I’d be able to say ‘All’s well that ends well’, and move on with my day, satisfied that I’d done the right thing.

Since things turned out as they did, though, I’m forced to deal with my hard-hearted default posture and realize I clearly have a lot more growing to do. I also get to live with the fact I didn’t immediately turn on my heel and do the right thing, as soon as I decided to do it. Not ‘just as soon as I finish my business in the store’.


The right time to do the right thing is always now. Not later.

I share this story primarily to confess, but if your ears were burning at any time as you read this post, consider yourself convicted and called to go and do better than I did that day.

You’re welcome.

Peace be with you.

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For How Long?

Am I the only one who thinks Acts 2:42-47 is a bit of a crock?

They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.

The early days of the Christian church sound downright idyllic, don’t they?

It makes our messy, squabbling, fractured, bickering, gossiping churches look pretty abysmal by comparison, doesn’t it? These five verses make it sound like the early church achieved spiritual, economic and social harmony, right off the bat – and this ideal is held up as the model to which all modern churches are required to compare themselves – always falling woefully short, obviously.

All the believers had everything in common. They sold their stuff and gave the proceeds to anyone who was in need. They ate together with glad and sincere hearts. They enjoyed the favour of all the people.

But in the immortal words of Captain Kirk (John Belushi) in the iconic 1976 Star Trek parody on Saturday Night Live, ‘But for how long, Mr. Spock? For … how … long?’

‘Nay verrra long, Cap’n,’ I’m tempted to snark in my best approximation of a Doohanish Scots dialect.

After all, look at what happens in the church, according to the ensuing chapters and verses of Acts.

Things truck along well in Acts 3 and Acts 4 – Peter heals a lame beggar and then preaches another scathing sermon, and then he and John are hauled before the Sanhedrin and told to stop preaching in the name of Jesus. Peter tells them where to stuff it in Acts 4:19-20, saying, Which is right in God’s eyes: to listen to you, or to him? You be the judges! As for us, we cannot help speaking about what we have seen and heard.’

Mic drop. Take THAT, Sanhedrin!

But in Acts 5 we have the sordid tale of Ananias and Sapphira, the believers who lied about giving all they had to the church, and then died as a result of their deception. (Still think the New Testament God is all warm n’ fuzzy?)

In Acts 6, the Disciples deem themselves too important to ‘wait on tables’ and then pass the ‘trivial’ work of the church – actually taking care of people – to ‘lesser’ leaders, like Stephen, who stepped up to become a formidable preacher and the first Christian martyr – and Philip, who went on to baptize the Ethiopian eunuch in Acts 8.

The stoning of Stephen in Acts 7 set off a significant persecution in Jerusalem that scattered believers all over Judea and Samaria, so the Acts 2 honeymoon certainly seemed to be over by that time.

In the ensuing decades, Paul and others founded churches all over the Roman Empire, none of which were able to capture the Acts 2 mojo.

They squabbled and drifted toward circumcision and a saved-by-works theology. They figured that they should sin more, so grace would increase. They grappled with sexual morality and struggled to find the balance between coexisting with pagan neighbors and encouraging their idolatry. Some of them figured there’s no point in doing work or planting crops, since the Second Coming was just around the corner. They argued that the real Christians followed Paul — no, Apollos — no, Cephas. They got complacent. They became lukewarm.

In light of all that, the Acts 2 good ol’ days seems to have been pretty short-lived — and it feels like the Body of Christ has consistently fallen short of this ideal ever since.

We’re an inferior Church. A shell of our former self.

Or are we?

In his letters, Paul regularly refers to the churches as ‘God’s holy people’, or as ‘the Saints’, as he began letters intended to rebuke and correct their wayward ways. Is that because God sees us that way, regardless of our faults and failings?

Jesus is a God of redemption. He calls me a new creation, more than a conqueror, a co-heir with Christ – even as Paul says of himself in Romans 7:19, ‘I do not do the good I want to do, but the evil I do not want to do – this I keep on doing.’

If God looks through grace-colored glasses when She looks at us individually, could the same be true of us collectively?

In light of that, I wonder if Acts 2:42-47 doesn’t describe a Church that, in the truest sense of reality, is still going strong.

They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. They sold property and possessions to give to anyone who had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.

It’s not all true of all of us all the time, but it’s all true of some of us, some of the time. In the same way that it was once true that the Sun never set on the British Empire, maybe it’s just as true that all of Acts 2:42-47 is true at all times, somewhere in God’s church. And in Christ, that’s sufficient!

So devote yourself to the apostles’ teaching and to fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer, as often and as wholeheartedly as you can. Be filled with awe at the many wonders and signs performed by the apostles, to the best of your ability. Continue to meet together in the temple courts. Give sacrificially to anyone who has need. Break bread in your homes and eat together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of some of the people. Know that the Lord is adding to our number daily those who are being saved. (Maybe not so much here, but in other countries.)

‭‭Today can be the good, old days – if we allow them to be. We are the Acts 2:42-47 church to whatever degree we choose to live like it.

Peace be with you.

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Thank God It’s Friday!

Shows like Family Matters and Full House get a lot of the credit for the success of ABC’s TGIF lineup, but for my money, it was all Perfect Strangers, all the time.

It’s funny how often we say that phrase and its famous acronym on the other 51 Fridays of the year, and how rarely we apply it to today, the Friday for which we ought to be most thankful.

Not a criticism, merely a curiosity. I’m definitely a TGIF kind of guy, and always have been.

I think we love Fridays because they’re dripping with potential.  On Friday, the weekend is just beginning, and anything can happen.

Dinner out. Movies. Beer and wings. Clubbing. Weekend getaways. Sports. Relaxation. Hangovers. Sleeping in. Repeat.

Whatever’s going to happen, we can say with certainty it’ll be better than the previous few days, because at least we’re not at work!

Contrast that with Sunday, the last day of the weekend, which usually brings with it a certain amount of dread. Sure, the weekend’s not over yet, but it’s getting close. Factor in church in the morning and the evening’s lunch-making and going-to-bed-early activities, and we’re reduced to just a few hours of freedom on Sunday afternoon.

I worked with a woman a few years ago who preferred taking Fridays off over Mondays because she’d rather her weekend have two Saturdays than two Sundays. She wasn’t wrong…

In some ways, Friday is exalted even above than Saturday, because by Saturday night, the weekend’s half over and, frankly, hasn’t lived up to the unrealistic hype we packed it with on Friday. Consider Verse 3 of Leonard Cohen’s epic 1992 hit, Closing Time:

‘We’re drinkin’ and we’re dancin’ but there’s nothing really happenin’, ’cause the place is dead as heaven on a Saturday night.’

When we’ve squandered our Saturday, we’re reminded all the more emphatically that drab, dull Sunday is around the corner, and that makes our Saturday Night Blues all the bluesier.

That’s why I’m often perplexed when I hear a preacher offer the ‘encouragement’, It’s Friday… But Sunday’s comin’!

Tony Campolo used this phrase repeatedly in a Mars Hill Bible Church sermon I’ve talked about before, and while I loved the sermon overall, this phrase didn’t resonate with me.

It’s Friday … But Sunday’s comin’. 

‘You bragging or complaining, Tony?’ my five-day-work-week-oriented self wanted to ask the podcast.

I’ve since realized, though, that even though I’ve been a Christian for nearly two decades, I still have my head on crooked about Friday and Sunday.

In case some of you do too, here are some thoughts:

Good Friday, when viewed from the other side of the cross, is the worst day in human history. What a misnomer!

God became flesh, moved into our neighborhood, and loved us. He taught us, walked on water for us, turned water into wine for us, healed hundreds of us, fed thousands of us and even brought a few of us back from the dead – and in response, we killed Him.
As Jesus said on the cross, ‘Father, forgive them. They don’t know what they’re doing.

We sure didn’t.

Three of the four Gospels tell us that for the three hours while Jesus was on the cross, a darkness covered the land.

It must have also been the darkest of days, emotionally, for Jesus’ friends and followers. All the joy and hope of Palm Sunday, just five days earlier, was obliterated when Jesus was arrested, tried and crucified. As the disciples’ leader hung on the cross, they were too scared to stay with Him, let alone lift a finger to help Him.

Sadness. Disbelief. Confusion. Shame. Regret. Despondency.

That was Friday for them.

Their thoughts must also have turned to Jesus Himself. The charges brought against him were pretty flimsy, and Pilate was itching for an excuse to turn Jesus loose. Why didn’t He help Himself? ‘Jesus Christ, do you have a death wish or something?’ I bet some of them wanted to ask Him.

You were the chosen one! … You were to bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness!

Don’t worry, Obi-Wan. It’s Friday … but Sunday’s comin’.

Assuming that time has any meaning at all in heaven, what was it like in Paradise while Jesus was in the grave?

Were heaven’s praises silent in those hours of darkness? Your Holy Spirit brooding ’round that empty throne?

Don’t worry, Robin Mark.

It’s Friday … but Sunday’s comin’.

But on this side of the cross, we know that Good Friday wasn’t ironically named. As the day Jesus paid the debt for all humanity, instantly providing access to the Father for every sinner who ever lived and ever will live, Good Friday paved the way for the greatest day in human history – Easter Sunday.

Thanks to the Jesus’ actions on Good Friday, death is beaten, sin is dead and we stand redeemed and victorious.

“It is finished,” Jesus says in one of his last breaths in John 19:30.

Hallelujah, amen and hallelujah again!

… So why doesn’t it feel like it?

Maybe because, in a sense, it’s still Friday.

As Lectiocast host Daniel Kirk pointed out in at least one podcast last year – quoting 20th-century Jewish philosopher Martin Buber – ‘to the Jew, the Christian is the incomprehensibly daring man, who affirms in an unredeemed world that its redemption has been accomplished.’

We celebrate the redemption of the world as we stand in a world that doesn’t look like it’s been redeemed – from our perspective, sin is alive and well (and arguably stronger than ever), 2,000 years after it was reportedly defeated on the cross.

If sin is defeated, why is there still hunger in the world? Why is there still bigotry? Rape? Murder? War? Genocide?

Because it’s Friday … but Sunday’s comin’.

… someday.

‘The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. Instead he is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.’  – 2 Peter 3:9

The fact that the world doesn’t look redeemed, and yet we’re invited to celebrate its redemption, is precisely the point, isn’t it? If the world went straight from the Empty Tomb to the New Heaven and New Earth, we wouldn’t need faith.

God exists outside time, so from Jesus’ perspective it is finished. From ours, it’s still in progress, but we know how things will turn out.

It’s Friday, but Sunday’s comin’.

Not ‘might be’, is.

What we’re invited into is a relationship with a Redeemer whose work is both done and in progress. Now and not yet, as Christians are fond of saying.

And we get to help Him accomplish that work. We get to receive Him, little by little, as much as we can handle – and then share Him as faithfully and skilfully as we’re able – with the people in our lives.

It’s hard and it’s messy and it’s frustrating and it feels futile at times. But while we struggle and falter and botch our assignments, we can also know – know – that it will all work out in the end.

We can either participate in Christ’s victory or miss out on out chance to be part of nothing less than the redemption of the universe!

As Mordecai said to Queen Esther:

‘For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place, but you and your father’s family will perish. And who knows but that you have come to your royal position for such a time as this?” -‭‭Esther‬ ‭4:14‬

Who knows but that you have come to your position for such a time as this, reader?

It’s Friday … but Sunday’s comin’.

Thanks be to God.

Peace be with you.

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