Everyone Has a Story

But we had hoped that he was the one… Luke 24:21

Once upon a time, two men had placed all their hopes in a young leader. They just knew he was going to be the answer to all the questions they had asked all their lives. Not just the answer to their questions, but the answer to all the questions of their community. They had a story that they were part of a people, a special people, Israel, and they had a destiny. They had a calling. Their life wasn’t just about themselves.

They were going to be the glorious representatives of God and good and hope on earth, but their story had gone all wrong. There was no glory in Israel, just suffering. Way back at the very beginning they were in exile in Egypt in slavery, and then it was just one oppressor after another: Syria, and Babylon, and Persia, and Greece, and Rome. It was a story in search of an ending.

In the musical Les Misérables, the character Fantine found herself in a story that was heartbreaking. Through a combination of poor choices on her part and the sinful choices of others in her world, she finds herself on the backstreets of a French town doing unspeakable things to survive. In one of the most moving moments I’ve ever experienced either in the stage production or in film, Fantine sings a lament of her life:

There was a time when men were kind

When their voices were soft

And their words inviting

There was a time when love was blind

And the world was a song

And the song was exciting

There was a time

Then it all went wrong

…there are dreams that cannot be

And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be

So much different than this hell I’m living

So different now from what it seemed

Now that life has killed

The dream I dreamed

Jesus came along, and he was a prophet, powerful in word and deed. He said things nobody else ever said. He did things nobody else ever did, and they thought maybe he’d set the story right. He’d lead kind of a revolution on this world of goodness in the human heart, and overthrow oppression and the enemy, and make their people prosperous and great so all the world would know that Israel’s God rules the world, is King of the world. They had all these hopes, and things seemed to be going so well, and then he ends up on a cross.

The story went all wrong. But what they didn’t know yet was that it was a story searching for an ending. Rumors had swirled about sightings of their dead hope-bearer, but they were just idle tales and fake news, they thought.

Then this stranger came alongside them on their walk home, listened to them, asked them questions about their story, and told a better ending to the story they were living. With broken bread in his hands, they suddenly recognized that their hope had not died. It was sitting right in front of them. It was across the table from them. They saw the nails in his hands, they saw crumbs in his beard, and they saw the dance of delight in his eyes. Then he was gone.

Hearts swollen with hope, they scrambled to grab a cloak and ran back the seven miles to Jerusalem to be with their friends. They could not help themselves. They have to tell the story.

From which story are you living your life? Everyone has a story.

Our culture screams at us to live out the “Success Story”—get enough money, power, health, prestige, status you can. The problem with that is if you live with that long enough, eventually you will die, and they will bury your attractive, successful, wealthy corpse in the ground. What do you do then? What about all the suffering in this sorry world? It has to be something more than a success story.

Another story that is popular for many is the “Good old Days” story for our culture. The good old days, the good old days. This narrative of our culture wants to roll back the years and have it the way it was way back when. But I have a question about those good old days. How far back do we have to go to find the good old days?

The decade of the ’70s? Double-digit inflation and interest rates? Watergate? Iran taking over the US Embassy?

The decade of the ’60s? Were those the good old days? Vietnam…student protests…assassinations.

What about the ’50s? Were those days good for black people? Where they were being forced to attend separate schools? Drink at different water fountains?

Wanna go back to the ’40s? Were they good years? With the World War? The birth of the atomic bomb?

What about the ’30s? What about the Great Depression?

What about the ’20s when Ku Klux Klan was reborn to terrorize people of color, Catholics, and non-Nordic Europeans?

Wanna go back to the 1800’s where women couldn’t vote and the only good Indian was a dead Indian?

What some of us long for when we say the good old days…is that we long for a time when the rule of God will be everywhere. We long for shalom. We long for a time when no one is lost, and nothing is broken.

But those days are not behind us, they are in front of us. They are in little spheres of influence as kingdom-bringers walk this world and bring light to dark places.

The story we long for is the story of shalom, where up there comes down here. We long for the new heavens and the new earth. What is exciting is that because of the resurrection we get to be the remnant that brings shalom to our culture. How? By legislating morality; by putting prayer back in school; by electing the candidate that checks off all our boxes? No. By loving your neighbor as yourself.

You are not here by accident. You are made and loved by a God who cares about you more than you can imagine. Your story gets all messed up because we live in a sin-infected world bent on turning away from God, and we get it all wrong, and we can’t fix it ourselves.

There was a time

Then it all went wrong

So, one day this stranger came and lived and walked among us, and he said things nobody has ever said, and he did things nobody has ever done. He went to a cross, and it looked for all the world like a death like any other death, like that was the end of his story, but it turns out that when he was dying on that cross, he was dying for you and me. And because he was Jesus, he just couldn’t stay dead. On the third day, he was raised again.

The best news I can tell you is that because a dead man got out of a grave, your story is not over. And you and the risen Jesus can write the most glorious ending to your story.

You both can write a hope-story together.

O soul, are you weary and troubled?
No light in the darkness you see?
There’s light for a look at the Savior,
And life more abundant and free!

Turn your eyes upon Jesus,
Look full in His wonderful face,
And the things of earth will grow strangely dim,
In the light of His glory and grace.

So, get up my friend. There are miles and miles to go before we sleep.

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Beautiful Scars

Jesus showed them His hands and His side…[and] said to them again, “Peace to you! John 20:20

This story in the life of the first disciples of Jesus is both haunting and hopeful. I know that sentence sounds strange, but it is still true.

Their future was before them and it was exciting. But that was seven days earlier when the thirty-three-year-old Jesus had ridden into Jerusalem and the crowds were singing his praises. On this night, however, they were fearful, uncertain, and hopeless. Their hopes had been brutalized on an instrument of torture and execution. On this night they were huddled together with the doors locked, the windows shuttered, and a lookout posted. On this night they were certain that every clamor of metal on the street below meant that soldiers with swords, shields, and spears were coming to arrest them.

They had possessed such grand hopes just days earlier about the coming of the Kingdom of God. Now those hopes lay on a cold slab somewhere. They must have wondered about how the Kingdom of God was going to come into the world now that Jesus was dead and gone.

And yet, while cowering in fear in that upper room, Jesus appeared in the midst of them. It must have scared them deeply because the first words Jesus said to them was “Peace be with you.” When you are so afraid that you have locked the doors and windows and a phantom of a friend you saw die materializes before your very eyes, I suppose peace would be very necessary because that would be haunting to anyone.

But then Jesus extended his hands to reveal the nail-holes in his wrists and lifted his robe to show a jagged open wound in his side and they knew this was no ghost. This person is their living, breathing, and locked-door-defying friend from Nazareth. They were ecstatic! Jesus tells them again, “Peace be with you.”

Have you ever lost hope and found despair?

There was a time I thought my life was over. I was forty-one and could not see a future. I was so broken, shattered, and lost I was sure that I would never know peace again. I needed to feel the peace of his presence.


One day I was at a bookstore thumbing through an art book and came across a form of art that gave me hope. It’s from Japan and called Kintsugi. It is a process that restores cracked vessels or broken ceramics with gold, leaving the piece even more beautiful than it started out.

The word Kintsugi is Japanese for ‘golden joinery’. The idea behind it is not to hide the ugliness and brokenness but instead to use gold to make it shine; to illuminate and expose the damage. And at the end of the process, the piece is even more beautiful having been broken.

That art reminds me of a stanza from a Leonard Cohen poem that says,

Ring the bells that still can ring
Forget your perfect offering
There is a crack a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in.

What I had to offer Jesus would never be a “perfect offering.” Besides, He did not want my talent, gifting, or abilities. Jesus just wanted me, my wounds, and brokenness. They are his medium. They are his canvas, his clay, his art.

They are his specialty.

Just as the wounds of Jesus were the cracks in which the grace of God came into the world and healed me of my sin-disease, my wounds, and my weaknesses; my scars are the cracks through which Jesus’ resurrection grace will leak out into the darkness. It is his peace that is the mortar that holds my broken life together and brings resurrection art into the world.

So, no matter what you have done in your past or what you have failed to do, no matter the sins, even the self-inflicted ones, bring your brokenness to Jesus and receive his breath of peace into your life.

For his woundedness and our brokenness is his art.

He uses both in this dark world.

That’s how the light gets in.

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This is Your Moment

“There is a tide in the affairs of man which must be taken at the crest.” – Shakespeare

What does soul-intimacy with Jesus look like to you? Have you ever imagined what that kind of relationship with Jesus might feel like? Can you imagine hearing the One with a Galilean accent speak your name and explain life to you? Do you desire that kind of relationship with Him?

I wonder if during these days of isolation some of us have an opportunity of a lifetime. I wonder if there might be an echo from the eternal that says to our souls that this is the time to be still and know that he is God.

This season of physical distancing and isolation might be the time to develop a different way to live. I want to suggest a couple that have worked well for me and have continued to feed my soul.

Reflective Reading of Scripture.

I’ve been doing this for years. When I read a passage aloud and slowly from the Gospels, I ask Jesus to “quicken” a word or phrase to my soul. When I see that word “shimmer,” I ask Jesus what he might want to say to my heart from that word or phrase. I sit and silently wait for an impression from Him.

This is very personal to me. This is what a lover might say to their beloved. This is an endearing word from the One who has captured my heart. I hold that word or phrase and read the passage again out loud and very slowly.

With that word or phrase held loosely in my spirit, I try to imagine what it would have been like to be in the story. I engage my God-given imagination. If it is a story set beside the Sea of Galilee, I hear the lapping of the waves, I feel the wind prickle my skin, I smell the wet mud and decaying reeds on the shore.

With my feet firmly planted in the story, I wonder what Jesus might be inviting me to do with the word or phrase He has given me. I try to imagine living the day before me stepping into that invitation.

Then I read the passage one more time aloud and rest in the story.  Just sitting with it.

Write out my prayers.

Again, this is a practice that has sustained me for over twenty years. I don’t write for anyone’s eyes but mine. Most often they are in the form of a prayer. My regrets from the previous day, my hopes for those that I love, my longings for tomorrow.

My journal has become a kind of altar. A place I do business with myself and God. I’m honest, blunt, and brutal in my journal. Both with myself and with God. It is where I list out the names of those that Jesus has put upon my heart. I write those names and whisper them to the Father.

I pray what is in my heart, not what ought to be in my heart knowing that God sees down in there anyway.

Sit in God’s Presence.

This is often done in complete silence early in the morning. The only sounds are the birds beginning to sing outside the window. Or the creaking of my old house as the temperature begins to heat up the wood. Sometimes I will put on some reflective music without words and just be with God. Letting my heart feel. Letting my mind wander.

If something comes to mind that needs to be captured, I try to discern whether it is whisper from God for my ears only or is it something I should jot down in my journal for later processing.

I do other things, but these are the ones I do with some constancy. I’ve practiced them for a long time. They have sustained me, along with my long wandering prayer walks in the woods.

What are you going to do with this forced “time out” that God has allowed us to experience? This is an opportunity that might not have your attention again in your lifetime.

There is a lovely verse in one of the Old Testament prophetic books that speaks of the tender wooing of our God.

The Lord your God in your midst…
He will rejoice over you with gladness,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing.”  Zephaniah 3:17

During this pandemic, is this your moment to turn up the quiet and listen for a song from your heavenly lover?

I met Lynette on a blind date 39 years ago this spring. We came to love each other very quickly. Leading up to our wedding day I debated whether not to surprise her by singing to her on our wedding. Because I had never sung in front of anyone before, I left it open-ended as to whether or not to do it.

The plan was that during the pastor’s prayer, someone would hand me a microphone, my brother would leave the grooms party, and go to the piano so that when everyone raised their heads from the prayer, I would have a microphone in my hand and my brother would begin to play the piano and I would begin to sing my first and only solo before a crowd in church.

All during the prayer, I kept thinking “Don’t do it. You will make a fool of yourself. You don’t sound good. You will forget the lyrics. You will sing off-key. You will start balling like a baby. No one will know that you didn’t sing except your brother. Play it safe. Don’t do it.”

Another part of me kept thinking “But this moment will only come along once. You will never have this opportunity again to tell her in this way at this important moment how much she means to you.  No one will remember if you were on key or if the lyrics were right, but they will remember that you took advantage of the moment and sang to the love of your life.”

The pastor said, “Bless this couple as they begin their life together. In Jesus name, Amen.”

Everyone’s head rose. I looked into her beautiful eyes and began to sing,

You happened to me just in time
To save me from me
I have surrendered myself
Saying what will be will be
Then you came like the touch of a raindrop
To a dry withered rose
You happened to me just in time
God only knows

That was my moment.

Is this your moment to renew or begin a more intimate covenant relationship with the one who calls you “Beloved”?

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Causes Me To Tremble (Good Friday Meditation)

The soldiers stretch His arms across the coarse-grained wood. A soldier straddles His chest. Two others straddle His arms. Two others, His legs. They expect a struggle. No struggle comes.

The spiker bends on one knee, the pockets of his leather apron bulging with nails, an iron-headed mallet filling his hand. He places the spike just below Jesus’ wrist. The clank of metal echoes off the stone walls. One sharp rap to penetrate the arm. One more to penetrate the wood. One rap on the other arm. Then another. And the job is done.

Four soldiers lift Jesus’ crossbeam and two steady His feet. Two others hoist it with ropes that run through a groove in the upright timber.  The spikes scrape against the bones in His wrists, and the shifting weight of His body tears the skin and muscles in His arms. But He does not cry out.

A soldier on a ladder steadies the crossbeam into the notch of the upright. As the beams are jostled into position, they rasp the open wounds on Jesus’ back. The pain is excruciating, but the only anesthetic is the gritting of His teeth.

The bored holes in each beam are aligned, and a peg is driven through both to join the timbers. Once the crossbeam is secure, Christ’s right leg is pulled over the left, and the spiker drives a single nail through both feet.

Six hours later, Jesus was dead. To make sure, a soldier takes the point of a spear and counts His ribs.  Between the fifth and sixth rib, he positions the point. With a short thrust, he punctures Jesus’ heart.  A confluence of blood and water streams from the wound.



Jesus was the fairest of ten thousand, the Bright and Morning Star, the song says.

Peter said he went about “doing good.”

Pilate said three times, “I find no fault in this man.”

Hands that never hurt anyone–hands that touched the open wounds of a leper and brought cleansing–hands that touched the blind and brought back sight–hands that had blessed little children were now nailed to a cross.

What kind of sin would do that to Jesus?

Two kinds:  yours and mine.

  • Lies wounded Jesus.
  • Hate wounded Jesus.
  • Greed wounded Jesus.
  • Lust wounded Jesus.
  • Arrogance wounded Jesus.
  • An unforgiving spirit wounded Jesus.
  • Racial prejudice wounded Jesus.
  • Abuse wounded Jesus.
  • Legalism wounded Jesus.
  • Sin wounded Jesus.

Think about who stood around that cross.

The military power structures were there. The political power structures were there. The religious power structures were there. The upper class; the middle class; the lower class, everyone was there on that hill.

It reminds me of that old spiritual,

Were you there when they crucified my Lord?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they crucified my Lord?

Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they nailed him to the tree?

I have to say, “Yes, my hate, my anger, my lust…it was all there on that hill!”

Just like the prophet said hundreds of years before Jesus was hung on that cross:

He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.

And as John would record for us these words from the lips of Jesus himself, Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.

Amazing love that would not change, no matter what happened!


From the moment the angels sang, ” ‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, goodwill toward men!’ “  Satan dogged Jesus’ trail all the way to Calvary and stood at the foot of the cross. There he lied, he ridiculed, he falsely accused–he used rejection, he used betrayal and denial…everything to seduce Jesus to abandon God’s plan. It wouldn’t work.

The demons of hate, jealousy, envy, pride, and self-centeredness got together and said, “We’ll put Him on a cross and let Death have Him.”  I imagine Death on that hill, waiting to get its wraithlike hands on Jesus.  Every time Jesus would speak, Death would reach for Him.

Then Jesus said, “It is finished!”  Death now embraces Him, and Jesus says His last words: “Father, into Your hands I commit my Spirit.”

There on that hill, as the sky grows dark, death takes the body and puts it in a tomb–keeping it there all Friday night…Saturday and Saturday night.

Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?
Oh, sometimes it causes me to tremble, tremble, tremble.
Were you there when they laid him in the tomb?


It calls for a response. It demands that I love Jesus with my best. With all that I am. I want to please Him. I want to so live as to bring a smile to the face of my Lord. When I think of the wounds, I want to worship Him. I want to sing, I want to laugh, I want to cry! Somehow, I want to say to Jesus, “I love you!”

One day a little girl was combing her mother’s hair leaned over and said, Momma, you know I love you don’t you?  The mother said, “Yes, I know.”

“Momma, I love to comb your hair with these little strands of gray but so full and so beautiful. I love to comb your hair.  Momma, I just love your voice. Your voice is so sweet. I love to hear you sing. As far back as I can remember your lullabies would gently put me to sleep. I love your voice.

“Momma, I just love lookin’ at your eyes as they sparkle and the dance with delight. I just love lookin’ into your eyes, they mean so much to me.

“But Momma why did you let your hands get so scarred and so rough? Why didn’t you get you some lotion on your hands? Why didn’t you take better care of your hands?”

There was a long moment of silence.

The mother reached around and caught her little daughter’s hands and pulled her around, picked her up and set her on her lap.  And said, “Mary, I’ve got something to tell you; maybe I should have told you this before now.

“What is it, Momma?”  Mary asked.

“Mary, there was a mother who had prayed to God to give her a baby girl. And the Lord answered her prayers. She loved sewing, knitting, and making clothes for her daughter.

“One day while this mother was ironing clothes, she remembered that she needed something from the drug store just down the street. She looked at her daughter asleep in the crib and thought, ‘I’ll ease off to the drug store and get these articles and get back before her nap is over.’

“So, she set her iron down on the ironing board, put her shawl around her shoulders and stepped out into the afternoon sun. She got the things she needed and was making her way back home when a fire truck passed her with its lights flashing and siren blaring. It was a common sound in her part of the city. But when she got to the corner and looked; the fire truck was parked in front of her apartment. And the ladder was reaching up to the third floor—her floor. And smoke was coming out of her window.

“And suddenly, she remembered that when she was ironing and had decided to go to the drug store, she had left the iron turned on. And it was her apartment that was on fire and that her little girl was in there!

“She began to run, and the firemen pulled at her to try to stop her, but she pulled out of her coat and ran up the stairs and opened the door to her apartment. And as she moved across the floor she looked and flames were reaching out to embrace the baby, so she raced over to the crib grabbed her little girl, pulled the baby to her bosom just as the flames of fire were reaching for the little girl, but the fire burned the mother’s hands.

“And, Mary, I want you to know the little girl was you.”

Tears began to roll down Mary’s cheeks. She began to weep and wash those hands with her tears.  She began to kiss them and said, “Oh Momma. Oh, Momma. Oh, Momma. How I love your hands! Because your hands saved me!”

When you look at the wounds of Jesus you remember,

He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement for our peace was upon Him, and by His stripes we are healed.”

I don’t know about you, but I love Him.

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Palm Monday

So they took branches of palm trees and went out to meet him, shouting,

Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord—
the King of Israel!”

Jesus found a young donkey and sat on it; as it is written:

“Do not be afraid, daughter of Zion.
Look, your king is coming,
sitting on a donkey’s colt!”  John 12:13-15

The word “blessedness” and “shalom” are the same basic words. Shalom means complete thriving and flourishing. That is what the people were aching for on the first Palm Sunday.  They were longing for everything to be made right. When they waved the palm branches, they were looking forward to the day in which the palm trees wave their own branches.

When I go for my walks in the woods beside my house at the base of Mt. Princeton and the breeze moves the pine boughs in sighs of wonder and contentment, I am reminded of that verse in Isaiah that says, And all the trees of the field shall chap their hands.

And that is a constant promise to me of the coming King of Kings.

When the true king comes back and puts everything right, everything in nature will work again. There will be complete harmony, complete peace. It’s the end of death, disintegration, and decay; it’s the end of sickness—the end of Covid-19. It’s the end of everything that’s wrong with the material world. Someday the trees themselves will literally dance and sing.

What’s the significance of the donkey colt?

One of the things that everybody who knows anything about animals about beasts of burden is that you can’t just jump on one of them and expect to ride it. They have to be broken. The colt was too young to be broke. That means it submitted to the Lordship of Jesus.

Jesus didn’t have to break the animal. He’s Lord of nature; he’s the Lord of all and under his hand, nothing but harmony and peace comes about. The donkey knows and loves its true master for who he is.

This is a foreshadowing then of the complete healing of all nature under the future kingship of Christ.

As I watch how many people respond to this pandemic, I see a lot of defiance towards the “left-wing media,” the government, and scoffing at the science. I also see a lot of fear that we may never be able to survive this economic shut down much less the effects of the virus on our population.

Can I remind you that Jesus is your King? He’s the one you seek. He’s invincible. He’s a lion heart, and he will give you a lionheart. You don’t have to try to be strong on your own. In fact, you don’t have to be strong at all. That’s not your job. Our job is to walk so close to Jesus that his courage becomes our courage. We don’t have to do anything except love this good earth and cooperate with him to make His prayer come true…

 Your kingdom come.
    Your will be done,
        on earth as it is in heaven.

The renowned author, journalist and Christian apologist GK Chesterton was the inspired mind behind a short poem that puts a new spin on Palm Sunday. Titled simply The Donkey, it narrates, in the voice of the colt.

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born;

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

I imagine this little donkey got up on the Monday following the Triumphant Entry on Palm Sunday and said, “Boy, this is going to be a great day.” He walked into the marketplace and said to everybody, “Here I am,” and nobody looked at him.

So, then he walked on down a little bit further and came right into the local religious gathering place, and he said, “Here I am.”

Everybody said, “What are you doing here? Get that donkey out of here!”

And they threw things at him and they pushed him away. He came on back to his mother and he said, “I don’t get it. I just don’t get it. Just yesterday everybody …”

And she said, “Silly child, without him you can do nothing.”

You see, it depends on who’s riding you. It depends on who your king is. It depends on what’s driving your life. It depends on what you’re living for. Great kingliness will come into your life if you make him the King.

On the first Palm Sunday, he came meek and lowly, riding on the foal of a donkey. The next time he comes back he’ll be riding on a cloud. The first time he came to be torn; the next time he will come to tear apart all evil.

And that gives me hope on this Palm Monday 2020.

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The Beautiful Book

I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Also another book was opened, the book of life. And the dead were judged according to their works, as recorded in the books. Revelation 20:12

Christians, for two Millennia now have said, as an essential part of the Christian story, that we believe on one great day, Jesus will return and in a climactic act, He will judge the living and the dead once and for all to make all things right and all things new.

Is the COVID-19 God’s judgment on America?

Lynette told me about a Facebook post that said that this coronavirus is God’s way of sending us all to our rooms for a time out.

Maybe so.

Is this God’s judgment?

“Yes” and “No”.

According to the biblical narrative, there’s a brokenness in this world that’s existed since ancient times. Since the fall from Grace — the turning away from God in the Garden of Eden — all the bad stuff we encounter entered the world: disease, death, destruction, murder and a whole list of sins is the reality of the world we live in. But which means he’s in control. And His greatest priority is our welfare. But disasters will happen.

This current national disaster is an opportunity for us to wake up and pay attention to God. So, there’s a sense in which all these kinds of disasters are a judgment, but a judgment that’s not on the people who are suffering.

But the real question is not, “Is this God’s judgment?” But rather, “Is God the One to whom I look to and trust in when bad things happen?”

In Revelation 20:12, John the Revelator talks about there being two sets of books. One might be called A Book of Merit. That is a book with your name on it, your picture on the back cover, and its 100 percent accurate. It contains everything you’ve ever done, everything you’ve ever said, and every thought you’ve ever thought. That book exists in the mind of God. If that was the only book we’d be in serious trouble.

But there is another book. John calls this one The Book of Life. Your name is in the book if you know Jesus, and it is filled with the good and beautiful deeds of your life along with the intimate love relationship you have with Jesus. And if your name is in that book—you have nothing to worry about. It will be filled with the absolute reality of your future life when the good Judge puts everything to rights and “makes everything sad come untrue” in the cosmos.

The prophets had pointed to that day for thousands of years. That there is coming a day when a King, a true King, a true Judge will come back and restore this sin-infected cosmos.

“For you shall go out with joy,
And be led out with peace;
The mountains and the hills
Shall break forth into singing before you,
And all the trees of the field shall clap their hands. Isaiah 55:12

Up There Comes Down Here—THE LORD REIGNS IN ZION!

One fair morning I’ll wake up in a celestial city. And maybe I’ll go walking down the street for a stroll. I’ll walk upon a woman who has a wagonload of roses. I’ll reach to get one and discover there are no thorns on those roses.

I’ll say, “Ma’am, where did you get these roses?

“I grow them out there in the desert.”

“What?” I ask.

“Haven’t you heard? The Lord reigns in Zion.

And the desert shall rejoice and blossom as a rose.” (Isaiah.35:1)

Little further down the street, I’ll step into a pet shop. There, I hear a man say, “I want to buy that cobra for my little boy.”

“What?” I ask.

“Didn’t you know? The Lord reigns in Zion.

And the lion shall eat straw like a lamb and the sucking child shall lay upon the nest of the snake.” (Isaiah 11:8)

Little further I say to a man, “Where is your police department?

He’ll say, “We haven’t got any!”

“Well, where are your soldiers and military academies?”

“Haven’t you heard? The Lord reigns in Zion!

And they have beat the swords into plow shares and their spears into pruning hooks and the nations have learned war no more!” (Isaiah 2:4)

“Well, what about the home for crippled children?”

“We don’t have any. And the lame shall leap in that day.” (Isaiah 35:6) The Lord reigns in Zion!

“What about your home for the deaf and dumb?”

“Don’t have any of those either!” “The tongues of the dumb shall sing in that day. And the ear of the deaf shall be unstopped in that day. (Isaiah 35:6) The Lord reigns in Zion!”

“I want to go to your hospitals and visit some of your cancer patients.”

“We don’t have any.”

“You don’t?” I ask.

“No. Not since the Lord began to reign in Zion! The inhabitants in this land never say, ‘I am sick.‘” (Isaiah 33:24)

“Well, what about your funeral homes and cemeteries?”

“Not any of those in this land. For the Lord reigns in Zion!”

“Well, where do you folks go to church?”

“We don’t have a church. Haven’t you heard? Up there has finally come down here and we all go up to the New Jerusalem and worship the great King!”

And I look up, and there I see the Lord high and lifted up. And the great choir begins to sing:

“All hail the power of Jesus’ name!

Let angels prostrate fall;.

Bring forth the royal diadem,

And crown Him Lord of all!”

Jesus is the good and beautiful Judge and King of Kings. And you can absolutely trust him to have your best interest at the core of his being.

And the King is coming!

Soon, I hope.

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No Tender Voice Like Thine

I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me. – Jesus

If he’s the Good Shepherd, he knows us completely. I can do nothing to surprise him. When I cry out to my Good Shepherd, there is never a time where God looks at me and says, “Joe Chambers? Name sounds familiar. Gabriel, pull the file on Chambers and let’s see what his story is.”

He knows me and he calls me by name.

Do you know why the greatest force for changing me is my wife Lynette? It’s because she has seen me at my very worst. She has seen the darkness of my soul and when very nearly everyone had given up on me—she stepped towards me and said, “I’ve seen the real you. I’ve seen you at the bottom, and I know you are an idiot. But, by God’s grace, I will love you anyway.”

Have you ever known the glorious release of realizing your Shepherd knows you to the bottom and yet loves you to the skies?

At the Colorado Baptist Convention in 2018

Back in the nineties I served on the board of trustees for Lifeway Christian Resources. (Back then it was called The Baptist Sunday School Board.) I served there for several years and got to know the President, Dr. Jimmy Draper. He always remembered my name and asked me about my wife and boys.

Due to my sinful choices in 1999, I resigned my pastorate in Littleton and from the Board of Trustees. It was a dark time for all of us.

Over the last twenty years Lynette and I have worked hard on our relationship and have tried to help many ministry leaders along the way.

Last spring, I was invited to speak and minister to Church planters and their wives in the Pacific Northwest. Lynette and I both spoke to this gathering of leaders. The denominational paper for the Northwest Convention wrote an article about what we shared. It was very honoring.

About a month after we returned, I got a letter in the mail and inside the envelope was that article that had been torn out of the magazine and a handwritten letter was paper clipped to it. It was from Dr. Jimmy Draper.

Here is what it said,


Great word you gave to the church planters in the NW! Always proud of you and praying for you! God’s best blessings in 2019 to you and Lynette!

Jimmy Draper

Jer 9:23-24

If my family, my wife, and a man I greatly admire are willing to see me at my worst and call me by name and step towards me in grace and love, how should I live every day knowing that my Shepherd calls me by name and I am in his hand, and I will never be in danger there—how shall I live for this Good Shepherd?

Here’s how: I live moment by moment in complete and intimate dependence on my Shepherd. Why? Because he is good and I am a sheep.

I am learning to rest in him, and I find myself singing, if not praying these words,

I need Thee every hour,
Most gracious Lord.
No tender voice like thine,
Can peace afford.

I need Thee, oh I need Thee
Every hour I need Thee!
Oh, bless me now, my Savior,
I come to Thee!

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Spiritual Blindness

“Surely we are not blind, are we?” John 9:40

Blindness can take many forms. For instance, I don’t obey the rules very well. That is especially true about wearing seatbelts. There were only two circumstances in which I would actually wear a seatbelt: One, when the car had an incessant alarm system that would not ever cease going off until you buckled up. Just to shut up the irritating and incessant alert, I would put my seatbelt on. The second reason I would buckle up is when my wife would ride with me—for the exact same reason as I have already stated above.

Then about six years ago, I got a phone call when we lived in the Pacific Northwest from a church member who frantically told me that her daughter, Hannah, had been in a car accident a block from my house and asked if I could be there for her. I ran down the street and saw a ragtop jeep on its side, Hannah was in the back of a police cruiser, and the sheet-covered lifeless body of her boyfriend was lying on the shoulder of the street.

According to Hannah, they were taking the corner too fast on a rainy night and the Jeep rolled over, throwing her boyfriend, who was not wearing a seatbelt, out and then the Jeep rolled over the top of him. He died instantly.

My primary mode of transportation at that time was a ragtop jeep. Do you know what I started doing from that evening on—even when Lynette was not in the car with me? I buckled up.

Did I learn anything new that night that changed my behavior? New statistics? No. What happened to me? I realized I was being dumb. Did I learn something new? No.

Look at that word realize. What does realize mean? It means it got real to me.

Those of us who have spent decades in the church and have gone to Sunday School all our lives have a real danger of growing spiritual cataracts. We have been looking at the Bible since before Kennedy was president. We have been singing the hymns since they were played on the harpsichord. We have a huge advantage and with that advantage comes the danger of religious arrogance. And the more religious arrogant I am, the blinder I am to my own sinfulness.

Several years ago, I lost everything about my life except my family. That was when the emptiness of my faith got real to me. I had a religion, but I didn’t have an intimate relationship with Jesus. And I learned, the hard way, that religion without intimacy with God causes spiritual blindness.

It is so much harder for a birthright Baptist to admit that there are specific areas of distorted and unspiritual thinking present in our lives.

I talked with a counselor friend of mine recently and we discussed how the people that can actually be helped the most by Biblical counseling or soul care are those that are in deep pain in their life. Do you know why? Because they realize that life is out of control and that their best thinking has gotten them in the mess they are in and all of their illusions have been shattered.

I have to admit I’m blind in order to get the help I need because my deepest blindness is the blindness to my own blindness. Without some sort of activating event, that usually takes the form of pain, I will never realize what God is trying to say to me about my life.

I love what Frederick Buechner says,

God speaks into our personal lives, if he speaks anywhere at all. And if we were not blind as a bat we could hear him.

I need to hear from the Holy Spirit if I am ever going to see anything. And if I live for anything other than Jesus, I will fumble around in my spiritual darkness because I can’t see things clearly. I can’t see myself clearly. I can’t see the world clearly.

I need the anointing balm from the lips of Jesus on my spiritual eyes if I am ever going to see and live the life I desperately want.

I hope you realize that.

Dear Lord,

Because I spend so much time in the things of faith, I get jaded to the stillness of your sweet voice. I elevate the Bible to the fourth person of the Trinity. Sometimes I love the book more than I love the author. Forgive me, Lord. Anoint my eyes with the vital truth that I am your beloved son. That sometimes you would just sit in silence with me and enjoy my company. Help me to see that.


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I Will Change Your Name

I will give a white stone, and on the white stone is written a new name that no one knows except the one who receives it. Revelation 2:17

Nearly thirty years ago I was asked to give a devotional to the Executive Board of our state denomination. It was a high honor for such a young pastor like me. I wrote out what I thought was a touching ten-minute tribute to our Lord, Jesus Christ.

I wanted it to have a powerful ending and decided that I would close the devotion the way one of my preaching heroes, Chuck Swindoll, sometimes would do by starting a familiar chorus and then when the congregation caught on, go sit down.

My first concern was what song did I know that this mostly older group of men would also know that they would recognize and sing along so that I wouldn’t be singing a solo. I decided on a Gaither song that I was confident everyone would know.

My second concern was being able to remember the words and the tune of the song. My brother got all the musical talent in our family. He can sing and play several instruments. I can play the radio.

I stood up and delivered my touching tribute to Jesus and when it came time to close I said, “Now, I want you to bow your heads and close your eyes and join me in singing this song to our Lord.”

Everything was going so well, just according to plan.

“Sing with me,” I said.

“Jesus. Jesus, Jesus.”

Nothing but silence from the men.

“Jesus. Jesus. Jesus.” I sang in the most monotone, flat, off-key voice ever uttered before God and man.

No one could recognize the tune.

“Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!” I droned. “There’s just something about that name. Master, Savior, Jesus…”

Finally, they recognized the words, if not the tune, and finished the song for me as I slunk red-faced to my seat.

My friend, Andy Hornbaker, leaned over to me and said, “I’d don’t believe I’d a done that if I were you.”

Jesus, there’s just something about that name.

I love that place where God named his Son, sending a message to him and to the world what his purpose would be in his life.

…an angel of the Lord appeared to (Joseph) in a dream, saying, “…you shall call His name Jesus, for He will save His people from their sins.” Matthew 1:20-21

Jesus began with his name and purpose untrammeled. Me and you, not so much. We often need a name and course adjustment. It has happened before.

God changed Sarai’s name to Sarah, Abram’s name to Abraham, Jacob’s name became Israel, Simon’s name to Peter by saying, “This is the kind of ministry I’m going to give you. These are the kinds of gifts I’m giving you. This is the kind of service I want you to have.”

People are always asking, “What am I supposed to be doing.” But there is a question that goes before the “what”…it is the “why” question.

When we fully understand our “why” then the “what” or the “how” comes pretty easy. Years ago, I began to see an emerging pattern in my life of restoration. Then there came a time when I needed my own restoration. I’m even living in a mountain cabin that is in constant need of restoration. My “why” is restoring God’s world, one soul at a time.

I have been restored and restoration is my life’s calling. Whether that is marriages, churches, ministries, or souls. The “how” can take shape in lots of different ways: Storytelling, listening, prayer, writing, teaching, or just sitting with someone as an empathetic witness to what God is doing in their lives.

It has taken years of reflection to notice this pattern. And lots of cul-de-sacs along the way.

A few years ago, my brother and I were having a conversation and he told me about a crisis time in his life. He was struggling with his significance, so he went on a retreat in the mountains. After fasting and praying, he felt as if God revealed to him: “You are my artist.”

I was impressed by that. I wanted that kind of term of endearment from God.

I didn’t go to a mountain cabin and fast, but I prayed and prayed. I wanted to hear from God a word that was so intimate and so unique. I got nothing. That hurt. I felt as if I didn’t measure up and that somehow, I was inadequate; maybe even damaged goods.

Then one evening my wife and I were entertaining friends in our home, and after a wonderful meal, we began to share stories with our friends.

We laughed a lot and cried a little.

Suddenly my wife started to tell a story and then turned to me and said, “You tell it. You’re the storyteller.” Later that night I asked God if that was my purpose. Was I his storyteller? I got a deep sensation that seemed to say, “No.”

My heart sank.

Then I felt that He said, “You are the story.”

God is writing a story out of my life and I get to tell about it. How amazing is that?

Author Ann Voscamp tells the story of a…

Tribe in Africa called the Himba, and when a woman of the Himba tribe knows she is pregnant, she goes out into the wilderness with a few friends and together they wait till they hear the song of the child to come.

Because they know that every heart has its own unique beat … it’s own wild purpose. And when the women attune to the song of the coming child, they sing it out loud.

And then they return to the tribe and teach this child’s unique song to everyone else.

Then when the child is born, the Himba tribe gathers and sings the child’s song to him or her. When the child begins school, when the child passes through the initiation to adulthood, when the time comes to get married, at each milestone the village gathers and chants the child’s song.

To the African tribe there is one other occasion upon which the villagers sing to the child. If at any time during his or her life, the person commits sins, falls short, or loses her way, the individual is called to the centre of the village and the people in the community form a circle around them. Then they sing their song to them.

They sing their song to them because the Himba believe that change most happens when we remember who we are — remember our identity — Whose we are… that change most happens when you are named out of the chaos, when your name is sung into the cosmos.

I don’t know anyone who doesn’t want a new name at some deep level. The good news is that you have one. You are the Beloved of God.

Let this old song wash over you for a couple of minutes:


There’s just something about that name.

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The Sacred Journey and Soul Care

For what profit is it to a man if he gains the whole world, and loses (misplaces) his own soul? – Jesus

Christian leaders are in trouble. And when the leaders are in trouble the church is in trouble. Our culture, both inside and outside the church is grinding down Christian leaders.

According to Thabiti Anyabwile one of the pastors of Anacostia River Church in Southeast DC, in an article he wrote for the website 9Marks back in 2014:

50% of the ministers starting out will not last 5 years.

1 out of every 10 ministers will actually retire as a minister in some form.

4,000 new churches begin each year and 7,000 churches close.

Over 1,700 pastors left the ministry every month last year.

Over 1,300 pastors were terminated by the local church each month, many without cause.

In my view, if the church is going to thrive in our post-Christian age then soul care is going to be essential for the ongoing vitality of the leaders of our churches.

My specific denomination has put a great deal of emphasis on the Great Commission found in Matthew 28: 19-20,

Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all things that I have commanded you; and lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age. Amen.

Historically, we have been all about the Word of God, evangelism, and missions. And the Great Commission has driven all of that. And, by no means, would I want to dismiss that axiom. It is our calling card as a denomination.

And yet what do we do with the Great Commandment found in Matthew 22:37-40?

Jesus said to him, “‘You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like it: ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets.”

If the statistics cited above are true, we are not doing a very good job at this commandment. Especially if our neighbor is a minister of the Gospel.

I believe Soul Care could be part of the solution.

While I completed my two-year certification program called The Soul Care Institute at Potter’s Inn, I was introduced to the following soul care model and I owe my avocational ministry called The Sacred Journey to these concepts. This is my personal spin on these ideas.

:: Discipleship

This discipline is about basic doctrine, theology, and practices of the faith. In many cases, this is an information transfer from a person who is a veteran in the ways of the faith and Bible to a novice. However, would it surprise you to know that I have encountered several ministers who believe in their head that they are saved by grace through faith, but spend almost all of their life feeling like they need to earn their standing with God? Would it surprise you to know that many pastors don’t know how to pray, read their bibles for soul nourishment, tithe, and even to share their faith in a relational way? I see it a lot.

:: Life Coaching

This discipline is primarily around life management skills. Things like conflict management, interpersonal communication skills, and goal setting. It might include analytic decision-making skills and assertiveness training. Certainly important tools for your toolbox.

:: Counseling

Often a presenting issue disrupts the functional life of a person causing stress and they want relief. Here is where family of origin issues may need to be processed. Is the person increasingly becoming self-aware? How does emotional intelligence come to bear in life? In counseling is where addictions are addressed, obsessions uncovered, and personal identity struggles explored. And many other areas of felt needs would be properly analyzed and solutions pursued.

:: Spiritual Direction

This discipline is a bit of a misnomer. Because in spiritual direction there is very little, if any, actual directing. Spiritual direction is more about being a witness to what God is doing in the soul of another person. It’s about asking probing questions. It’s about sensing and discerning what is being triggered in the soul. It’s about being present to someone as they pursue an intimate relationship with the Almighty. It’s about prayer and discernment. This is a vital and missing piece of the journey of most of the ministers with whom I work.

Soul Care is Different

Soul Care is the confluence of all of those disciplines. It is a hybrid of all four. It is not one thing. There is an amazing amount of overlap because it is not just the compassion of Spiritual Direction, it also might be the doctrinal or heteropraxy correction of discipleship. It sometimes is the thinking through a father-wound that goes back decades. It might be coaching through how to resolve a conflict with a church or family member. It might be an extended prayer for healing from past church-wounds or toxic relationships.

Soul Care is a holistic approach to being an empathetic witness to what God is doing in the deep places—down where the knobs are—of a person’s heart.

Our ministry at Sacred Journey is about helping the helpers. It’s about shepherding the shepherds. It’s about praying with and for those that pray. It’s about reminding ministers who have spiritual attention deficit disorder that they are beloved of God and are saved and kept by grace. It’s about sharing our stories of how we found the abundant life Jesus promised.

It’s about showing the way to an unhurried and reflective life.

A life of flourishing.

A life of shalom.

A life others would want to live.

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