Searching Together


I will try to start out kind of simple, and perhaps a little cryptic, and then fill in the explanation as to how I got here a little further down the page.

Fasten Seat Belts Please!

By way of introduction, what comes to mind is the Betty Ford Clinic. It’s kind of a place for drying out – getting beyond addictive behaviors.

What I would like to talk about today is something like that, only it’s more in the nature of soaking up, rather than drying out. Searching Together is a place that actually exists, but I am taking the liberty of adding to it’s name, (the title of this post) and calling it “The Searching Together Clinic For The Terminally Religious.”

I am tempted to take a long rabbit trail here, exploring the meaning of “terminal,” as in “train terminal,” as it could so easily be applied to doing “church” in special buildings, and more recently, efforts to do “church” in living rooms.  Perhaps I can save that exploration for another day.

Right now I’m writing from the passenger seat of our car, as my wife, Carleen and I are heading for a Searching Together Conference in Elgin, IL.  As you may already be aware from reading some of my prior posts, I am in a war with terminal cancer.

One of the side effects of several of the chemo therapy agents is joint pain.  Right at the moment it is the worst it has been so far, and it was already crippling. This is day-two of our drive. (As already mentioned, I will try to make sense out of all of this before we get done here.)

The first time we attended the Searching Together Conference was back in 2005, though it had been going on for many years prior to our finally managing to get there.  In 2005, we met two people, a mother and daughter who were wonderful.  That’s mostly the kind of people who attend Searching Together conferences. :-)

In the years since 2005 we have kept in touch with Pam and her mom, and especially Pam.  It has mostly been Pam’s faithfulness that has maintained contact with an email every year or two.  Then several months ago, Pam had a relapse of sorts mostly to do with the “terminally living roomed.”  For the past couple of months we have kept in very close contact, even to the point of Pam coming to stay with us in order to help Carleen take care of me, and the household chores that I was less and less able to look after myself.  There is much that could be said here, but for the present let’s just say she has raised the bar on visiting the sick, to say nothing of angelic visitations.

While with us, Pam made it a matter of very high priority to keep me well irrigated.  She also enlisted our niece Hope in the watering task, and between the two of them I was reminded of Disney’s Fantasia, and the Sorcerer’s Apprentice.  I nearly drowned!

Let’s just say that I spent so much time heading for the john that it was very difficult to have a coherent conversation, or  even one in the best style of 1st Corinthians 14.

Looking back on the days when Pam was with us from the vantage point of this morning, and the worst sleepless night so far, I realized that my joint pain was much reduced while she was with us, and that while I was still on chemo therapy drugs.  Not quite a week ago now I pretty much decided to stop with the chemo.  I’ll go into the details of that decision perhaps in a future post, but for now I mention it in connection with the joint pain, and the fact that after quitting the chemo, the pain has only gotten worse.  At 6:00 a.m. this morning it finally dawned on me that I had very little to drink while driving, only a glass of water when we stopped for lunch and supper. (At 73 I’m from the old school when we didn’t walk around with water bottles strapped to our hips.)

This just to say that between Pam nearly drowning me, and yesterday’s water deprivation, I am now a believer in water for a dry and thirsty man/woman.

It was our time with the Searching Together Clinic for the terminally “churched” that made all the difference!  Thanks Jon & Dotty!

What’s been calling itself “church” sooner or later will dry you down. The Holy Spirit will Wet you up!

Love!

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The Earnest of Being Important


The other day I was reminded of the following sent to a pastor friend of mine some years ago now:

Subject line: “Shakespeare – Wilde”

“Dear Terry,

After our conversation yesterday, as well as catching up on my reading at your suggestion, I had two rather famous titles come to mind this morning; “Much Ado About Nothing,” and “The Importance of Being Earnest.” This last booted up in my brain as “The Earnest of being Important,” (Oscar Wilde). It seemed to me like it should have been a Shakespearean title.

In any case with that bizarre intro, let me get quickly to the point.

(By the way it is all right if I call you Terry, isn’t it? I could have addressed you as “Brother Terry,” but I have a brother in the flesh, and I never called him, “Brother Ned,” because he really was my brother. Since you really are my brother, I thought I would just praise The Lord, and call you Terry. Come to think of it, under the leading of the Spirit, I even get to call my heavenly Father, “Daddy.” Somehow that doesn’t seem to have the proper dignity to it, at least, not by the standards of this world.)

First, I need to get some chips on the table:

Galatians 2:6 “As for those who seemed to be IMPORTANT–whatever they were makes no difference to me;”

Mark 9:35 “And he sat down, and called the twelve, and saith unto them, If any man desire to be first, the same shall be last of all, and servant of all.”

Mark 10:31 “But many that are first shall be last; and the last first.”

Matthew 23:5-12: “But all their works they do for to be seen of men: they make broad their phylacteries, and enlarge the borders of their garments, And love the uppermost rooms at feasts, and the chief seats in the synagogues, And greetings in the markets, and to be called of men, Rabbi, Rabbi. But be not ye called Rabbi: for one is your Master, even Christ; and all ye are brethren. And call no man your father upon the earth: for one is your Father, which is in heaven. Neither be ye called masters: for one is your Master, even Christ. But he that is greatest among you shall be your servant. And whosoever shall exalt himself shall be abased; and he that shall humble himself shall be exalted.”

Matthew 18:4-6: “Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoso shall receive one such little child in my name receiveth me.  But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea.”

Perhaps that’s enough to get started with. What really came clear to me this morning was the apparently very carnal tendency that we all have to interact with people in their order of importance. The “platform” people, of course, get our greatest respect and attention. We are most careful with the dignity of those of greatest title. We are not so careful with the average pew sitter, and the “little ones” get our least attention. Jack Frost has correctly pointed out that, “to be humble before God is not to be very humble at all, for God is in a very high place. But, to be humble before a child, is to have the kind of humility that Jesus is looking for.”

Jesus places great importance on not offending the little ones. Offending “little ones” seems to be a capital crime in The Mind of Christ. The implication of the passage seems to be that offending the “big ones” is, either not as big a crime, or less likely to happen, so doesn’t need the capital punishment deterrent. I found myself asking myself, “Why is that?” What is it in us that might be more inclined to offend or be indifferent to offending a “little one” than a “big one?”

Could it be our own desire for position? Do we go and make things right with a platform person or, higher still, the one who determines who gets to be on the platform, because we are striving to be there ourselves? But making things right with a child isn’t seen as important because they are not important? When the “little ones” are still in the womb, they are regarded as of so little importance, that they are discarded altogether.

What I have seen is that going to those whom we have offended is not the number one favorite thing to do in the Kingdom of God in any case, but we are much less likely to go to the “little ones” we have offended than the “big ones.” Yet, a little one who is offended can be much more deeply scarred, and that, for a lifetime. The “big ones” are a little thicker skinned, and not so deeply wounded by a careless word or a lapse of love or faithfulness. If an “orphan spirit” is something that happens to most of us at an early age, and that because we have been stumbled by an authority figure in our life. And, if an “orphan spirit” is the very opposite of the “spirit of sonship” that God wants to impart to us by the perfected work of His own Son, then offending “little ones” is, in deed, a much greater offense than offending “big ones.”

So much for the theory, now to the practical: Over the years, as my wife Carleen and I have ministered to others and taken them into our hearts, home, and family, there have been many occasions when people have simply walked away for whatever reason. For the most part, these relationships have since been reconciled and put right. People came back and apologies were made and received, … to Carleen and me, that is. But I have only recently become aware of how deeply offended our children were in all of this, and when people came back our children were not seen as being of sufficient importance to get apologies of their own. As a result, our children continue to be offended to this very day with those who have since “put it right” with Carleen and me.

Funny thing happens though – children have a way of growing up and becoming important in their own right, important, but damaged, damaged by the lack of real humility among the saints. Again, I have to ask myself, Is spiritual abortion any better than physical abortion? Do you think we will ever get the “platform mentality” out of our heads, and replace it with the mind, and humility of a little child?

It’s easy to talk humble when you are on the platform, not so easy to be humble when you are striving to get there. I guess the proof is in the striving. “…But Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be added unto you.”

Yours in Christ,

Jay

P.S. Please feel free to use any of this that might be helpful anywhere you think it might be needed. 1 Peter 5:1-10″

Love!

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Parable of the Fig Tree *Audio


As I was foraging around in my files, I came across this sound bite from some sharing that I did a number of years ago back up in the Connecticut Shoreline. I haven’t yet succeeded in finding the rest of the message from that day, but thought perhaps this stands well enough on its own to post it here. It puts Jesus back in the center of human history where He has already been and still belongs.

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Love!

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