I'm so physically exhausted. I'm also excited about middle school age kids next week. I am thinking about using Humpty-Dumpty for a chapel about Nehemiah. (Except, of course, Humpty will get put back together again.)
My grandparents are in town. It was quite a suprise that they actually showed up. We had a lovely Communion service, celebration, and then went out for Ice Cream. I'm meeting them for breakfast in the morning.
I'm glad to read that Bill Beatty thinks Jesus was a liberal. I had a camper (not in my group) that I started talking to. He told me about his marijuana addiction. I realized that he would have been quickly kicked out of my college, and out of most youth groups. We loved on him, and by the end of the week he decided that he needed to change his life. If we had yelled at him and condemned he would have been gone on Monday.
On Thursday before chapel we had our activities cancelled because of the rain. We had our kids sit in a circle and discuss the hardest thing they ever had to deal with. We heard the kids tell of sleeping with girlfriends, cutting, anorexia, etc. We cried and were real. It was beautiful. I believe that is what the church should be.
I'm so tired. Going to bed.
Friday, July 07, 2006
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Michael, you made two very important statements: "we loved on him" - nothing brings about change faster than LIVING what we say we believe. If we don't show it, it isn't real (I think James had something to say about faith without works, eh?)
And, "We cried and were real." It never ceases to amaze me that we'll ask someone to share their struggles and their testimony and then cluck our tongues and look down our noses at them. Why bare my soul if all you're going to do is look down on me? I can go almost anywhere else in the world and be accepted with my faults for who I am. And maybe even be encouraged to become something more.
I know a guy who hangs out at the Moose Lodge in Kane. He says he likes to go there because it's one place in the world where he feels "better" than the other people there. And he gets some respect there - something he doesn't get a lot of other places...
In the church we don't cry.
Or, if we do cry, we aren't real.
Or, if we do cry and even attempt to be real, we don't love...
Sharon Schwab, Indiana District Superintendent, once said something like, "The problem around here is that you're all too nice. You're not loving and your not honest, but you're really nice." A paraphrase from a very distinct situation, but it sounds a whole lot like what we call church these days.
I believe what you experienced around that circle WAS the true Church - the body of Christ - when one member hurts, the whole body hurts...
Grace...
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