Holding the Net Together

Jesus said he would make us fishers of men, fishers of people. He has sent us out, you and me, to be fishers of “every human.” But you’re not fishing with a pole. You’re not sitting by yourself at the end of a pier with a rod and reel. We’re fishing together with a net. You’re not by yourself holding a stick and a string. We are all holding the net. Together.

It’s a huge net. It’s massive. It’s not the size of a volleyball net, it’s a giant net that spans across generational time and space. And it’s not made of rope or cord; it’s made of Christian seed sown to the Holy Spirit wind.

It’s a song written by Charles Wesley here, a plane assembled by Boeing there, a pie baked by a widow in 1843, an invitation to church written in 1391–God’s Holy Spirit weaves together all these weak and meager threads and it becomes the net. Do you see it?

It’s so big. And it sweeps back and forth across the world. It sweeps across every society and through every culture. The net is drawn in and out through all the decades and centuries. It turns and dips to snag one more soul God is faithfully trying to reach. It speeds up and slows down, it expands and withdraws to catch one more dad, one more teenager, one more generation. While you were sleeping last night, the net was catching souls: maybe a prisoner in Russia, maybe a single mom in Vermont, maybe a cab driver in Tokyo, or a teacher in Nigeria were swept up by the love of Christ.

The mission of the Church is a huge net and you’re holding onto it with us. Your faith and hope and love keep that net moving. Your good deeds for others, the ways you proclaim and share the love and grace of God with your words and acts of service–all of that contributes to our Lord’s salvation net.

The net is floating today by the eternal seeds of the Kingdom sown at GCR by Bert Mercer, Doug Parsons, and Ronnie White. When you serve a meal at Family Promise, when you read to kids at Emerson Elementary, when you write a check for Missions Sunday, when you send a card to your co-worker, when you use blue food coloring and whipped cream at VBS to tell the story of Jesus walking on the water, you are helping to maneuver that massive net.

When you warmly greet a visitor at church on Sunday morning, when you buy lunch for the guy behind you in the drive-thru, when you pray for your neighbor, the Holy Spirit breath of God moves another corner of that net to snare one more lost soul.

Here at our church in Midland, I think about Willie Goudeau and Yvonne Brooks and James and Debbie VanStavern who are still holding that net with Gabby and Kendall and M.J. and Preston. Frances Collins and Wanda McGraw are holding that net; so are Dalton and Hannah Mills, Philip and Caitlin Landry, and Justin and Anna Washburn.

So are you. You’re holding the net. We are, all of us, right now today and forever, connected together by the mission of the Church.

Peace,
Allan

On VBS and Blue Food Coloring

Vacation Bible School has become my favorite annual event at our Golf Course Road Church. It’s predictably chaotic and crazy, understandably loud and messy, always a lot of very hard work, and SOOO consistently encouraging and uplifting,

 

 

 

 

 

We were blessed by our God with almost 200 children in our building four nights last week–more than half of them are not members of our congregation–singing and dancing, learning and growing, playing and praying as we talked about what God is doing in and through our Lord Jesus. Davy Wavy the Shark made his typical appearances, delighting both young and old as he bungled through the memory verses each night. Tracey and Kayla led us in powerful worship. The youth group did an outstanding job in the gym organizing the games and showing the littles how it’s done. Judy and Peg killed it with the crafts that made each night’s Bible story come to life. Bailey and her expert snack crew somehow managed to turn those tables over every time without missing a beat or a kid’s allergy. Ryan and Alicia expertly coordinated the children as they packed boxes and bags for Mission Agape and Family Promise. Tracey and Kristin and Ashlee, of course, did their remarkable work in planning and organizing and leading us through every minute. And our God was there every single night, just like he promised, transforming all of us, inspiring us, drawing us closer together and making us more like him.

 

 

 

 

 

Whitney, Addie, and I were assigned to lead one of the 4th and 5th grade groups. We were the Green Knights, the cool kids in the back. We were the ones starting all the chants as we marched from station to station, extolling our own virtues, praising the snacks, and proclaiming the resurrection of Jesus. We said coloring with crayons was beneath us, and then fought over the colors we wanted. We packed double the boxes and bags at the Mission Station. We laughed at Davy Wavy and made fun of Doctor Tentacles, the “villain” who made his GCR debut Tuesday. And we took care of each other, we used our manners, and we learned more about how Jesus really is The Way.

 

 

 

 

 

We also learned that it only takes a tiny amount of blue food coloring to do the job. One little squirt can turn a fist-sized mound of whipped cream into a stormy sea on which Jesus and Peter, played by two Teddy Grahams, walk. AND permanently stain everyone’s teeth, tongues, and lips.

 

 

 

 

 

We learned that running the 4th and 5th graders all around the gym for 20-minutes and then moving them directly into the least-ventilated room in our church building for 20-minutes of crafts is not a good order of rotation. That room still smells like a JV-football locker room after summer two-a-days.

And we learned that Mr. Mark likes to sprinkle old TV and movie references into his stage show: “Daaaavy Waaaavy! Come out to plaaaaay-aaaaaay” Brilliant.

 

 

 

 

 

Here’s what I love the most about VBS at GCR. I love watching those who have been at GCR for a long time and those who just got here in the past couple of years or months working together for four hard nights. I love watching our people get to know each other and start to love each other while they’re serving together. One really cool thing about VBS is that everybody there really wants to be there; nobody is there against their will. So everyone is smiling while they serve; everyone is laughing while they worship; everyone is positive and seeing the good in what God is doing all around us. And rejoicing in it. Together.

VBS at GCR is such a great joy, such a wonderful blessing from our God. If you are one of the dozens of folks who made last week around here so great, you have my most sincere gratitude and admiration. Thank you. The work you do for these Kingdom Kids matters today and generationally and for all eternity.

I can’t wait for next year. And I’m glad we’re not doing it next week.

Peace,
Allan

 

The Status is Not Quo

The Texas Rangers are in first place at the All Star break, with a one-and-a-half game lead over the M’s. I did not have that on my bingo card a month ago. With Cory Seager out, Evan Carter hitting below his weight, and half their starters catching rides to the games on buses from Frisco and Round Rock, this team is a contender! I’m not sure it’s enough to compel Ray Davis to open up his checkbook in the next couple of weeks. But there’s hope. Especially in the putrid American League this year. There’s hope.

“To this end we labor, struggling with all his energy, which so powerfully works in us.” ~Colossians 1:29

There’s an old story about a shoe company that sent two representatives to a third-world country. After three days, the first rep phoned his boss and said, “Nobody here wears shoes! There’s no potential here!” The second rep phoned his boss and exclaimed, “Nobody here wears shoes! There’s unlimited potential for an outstanding market here!”

We can’t escape the really tough stuff in our world; it’s always right in front of us. The politics, the race issues, and a thousand other things that seem to divide us; drawing lines and choosing sides, poverty and injustice, violence and godlessness–it’s everywhere. If we’re not careful, we can give up on the ideas of reconciliation and connection, of healing and redeeming. We can just want to hunker down and play it safe, for our own sakes. Don’t risk it. It’s never going to change. It’s not worth it. It’s always going to be this way now. The status is always going to be quo.

No. Wrong answer.

Children of God and followers of Jesus who are sent by God’s Holy Spirit on his mission never take that position. The new creation energy of our God is working in us and through us. His mighty strength is empowering his salvation mission for Midland and for the whole world. God’s energy, God’s power, and God’s will to bring all people together in him means the status is not quo.

God’s energy working so powerfully within us means wonders have not ceased, possibilities we never dreamed of are bound to happen, and hope is a for-real legitimate position for us to take.

The same God of your Bible, the same mighty Creator and powerful deliverer, is still at work right now today. The God who created breath is still giving breath today; the God who liberated people then is still liberating people today.

We have nothing to fear. We know that God is with us in Christ, that he will deliver us in Christ, and that he really is saving the world through Christ. There’s unlimited potential for new creation in you and in your community. And you and I are so unbelievably blessed and privileged to be in the middle of it with him. And with one another.

Peace,
Allan

Their First Rodeo

For the second time this week, our twin grandsons celebrated their first birthday by tearing into a cake, this time in front of several dozen family and friends. And they did not disappoint. By the time it was over, both Samuel and Elliott were up to their elbows in butter cream icing and had bits of cake hanging off their faces and sticking to just about every square inch of their bodies. The cow-print drop cloth was just big enough to contain the chaos.

The party was cowboy-themed: “This IS our first rodeo!” So I borrowed a pair of boots from Jim Tuttle, purchased a straw hat from Hobby Lobby for $11.99, and did my best to blend in. Here are the super proud grandparents. And Valerie and David with their precious boys.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We held the party in the gathering space of the Jenks Church, where Valerie and David live and worship and serve with some of the best people I’ve ever met. Carrie-Anne and I continue to thank God for this congregation of his people and for the ways they have welcomed and embraced our daughter and her family. They are part of a real Christian community here where they really love each other, take care of each other, and truly enjoy being together. It’s a tight group, man. It’s a young and vibrant church, growing and serving, learning and proclaiming together–we love hanging out with them!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It looked like almost everybody at the party got to hold and connect with at least one of the boys–part of the beauty of having two of these little guys is that it cuts the wait time to hold one of them in half. We ate barbecue sliders and nachos, enjoyed ice cold root beer and Rice Krispie treats, and visited with a few far flung friends we don’t get to see that often. And we loved watching Elliott and Sam rip into those cakes. After about ten minutes, Elliott looked like he was slipping into a sugar coma and Sammy was deliriously singing to his cake. So, we called it. Hosed ’em off. Told everybody “bye” and put them down for their naps.

Early next week, they’ll probably be wondering why they haven’t been given a cake. What did they do wrong? Why did the cakes stop?

Peace,
Allan

Birthday Week

The grandsons turned one-year-old on Wednesday, so Whitney and I made the drive to Tulsa to meet Carrie-Anne in time for their first haircut, the birthday dinner at Hideaway Pizza (their favorite), and some birthday cake right before bed.

(Thank you to Valerie who gave the banner at the top of my blog a serious makeover last night while we watched the Rangers blow a 6-1 lead in the 7th inning.)

It seems like only four or five months ago when Elliott and Samuel were born 45-seconds apart early, early, early on a Tuesday morning in Tulsa. We sent David and Valerie off to the hospital with our prayers at 4am, and absolutely could not go back to sleep. Carrie-Anne and I just laid there on that futon in their sun room and talked about how, in just a couple of hours, all our lives were about to be dramatically changed. Turns out, we had no idea.

I didn’t know we would actually drive from Midland to Tulsa once a month. Every month. And that sometimes that meant two cars. I didn’t know how three or four weeks without seeing the boys could seem like forever. I’ve remembered how locking eyes with an infant and receiving a knowing smile brings me so much joy, and how little tiny arms stretched out to me immediately shifts whatever else I had in mind. We buy two of everything. Everything. I don’t even know how to describe the feelings I get watching Valerie love her own children. Watching her talk to them. Play with them. Take care of them. These boys and everything about them have filled a place in my heart I didn’t even know I had twelve months ago.

Just to complete the bit, here are the birthday pictures taken on the same jungle-themed blanket they came home in. These two who started out as scrawny little squids have grown into such active, smart, funny, adventurous little boys. Or, I should say, huge boys. They get their size from David’s side and it’s happening fast.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Here are some pics from the haircuts. Sammy sat perfectly still for his while, of course, Elliott jumped and squirmed and wiggled through the entire ordeal. The lady who cut Sammy’s hair did it all by herself–not a problem. It took a team of four people to wrangle Elliott and hold him down for his. And the haircuts aged the boys by like four years! They looked like they were ready to start kindergarten!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Finally, at the end of the day, the cake. White birthday cake with strawberry filling and butter cream icing. A single candle they both tried to grab, not blow out. And a massive mess all over everything. They loved it. They did everything one-year-olds are supposed to do with a birthday cake. A warm up act for a bigger performance at their birthday bash on Saturday. We should have used a bigger drop cloth.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Birthday to Elliott and Samuel! Two little rugrats. Two precious gifts to us from God’s grace.

Peace,
Allan

The Source

“…the faith and love that spring from the hope that is stored up for you in heaven.” ~Colossians 1:5

It’s interesting to me that the Bible says hope is the source of our faith and love. Hope doesn’t come from faith; it’s the opposite. Our Christian faith is grounded in our hope, our hope in what God is holding in heaven–this thing that God is storing for you, this future glory with Christ, these eternal promises of God we know are coming true. Not hope in the things of this world. Not hope in career or family, not hope in scholarships or degrees, not hope in elections or Supreme Courts, not hope in science or technology–hope in what God is holding for us in heaven. The confidence, the assurance we have for that coming day when we know that everything that’s broken will be fixed and everything that’s gone wrong will be made right.

Christian hope is not blind optimism with no foundation to it. It’s not like, “I hope the Cowboys win the Super Bowl this year;” that’s just wishful thinking. That’s totally blind! That’s what led Alexander Pope to write, “Blessed is the one who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed.” In other words, don’t get your hopes up and you can’t be let down.

For us Christians who are indwelled by God’s Holy Spirit, our hopes are always way up! We expect everything! We expect every hour of every day that our God is at work in this world through Jesus Christ and that he is reconciling all things and all people back to himself! Our hope is secure because God himself guarantees it and he seals it by placing his Spirit inside us.

That Christian hope is what compels us to love. It’s not a feeling or an emotion; it’s an intentional commitment to actions that seek to help others, actions that join God in fixing things and making things right. Cups of cold water, hospital and prison visits, food for the hungry and clothes for the poor, defending the accused and standing with the oppressed–a love in the Spirit that partners with God’s salvation work of redeeming and restoring the world.

Our Christian faith and our Christ-like love changes lives and it changes our city and the whole world. And it springs from our common hope.

Peace,
Allan

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