Weather, weathermen, and the power of God

I haven't written here for a little while, so I thought that I would write while I sit on a porch in a small town in Ohio watching yet another thunderstorm roll through town.
I love severe weather. Not the damage it does, but the sheer power of it. There is something about watching lightning and hearing the claps of thunder. I am enthralled when I see a video of a tornado.
I remember when I was a child, we had the opportunity to visit one of the Cleveland TV stations during a news broadcast. My dad was friends with the weatherman at the station, so he invited us to sit feet from the set as they did the evening news. There are two things I remember from that visit.
First, I remember that when the newscasters stood up from their desk after the broadcast, they were wearing colorful shorts with their dress shirts and jackets. I still wonder if anchors on CNN, FOX News, ESPN, and other channels still do that. I'm sure they do.
The other thing I remember were the radar printouts.
Keep in mind that this was the late 70's. There were very few personal computers, no Internet, and smart phones weren't even a glimmer in Steve Job's eye yet.
So when the weatherman let me take home these printed images of a hurricane as it trekked across the Atlantic, I was amazed. I took those images home and looked at them over and over again.
So what do newscasters in shorts and severe weather have in common? They both remind us that we only have glimpses of the power of God.
I am a part of a religious tribe that has often thought we have God pretty well figured out. If we "do worship" the right way and follow some rules, then God will be pleased. God loves us because we have figured him out and know how he ticks.
The reality is that God is far beyond our comprehension. When we think we have him figured out, he stands up from behind the desk and he's wearing colorful shorts. The God who seems to command rites and rituals turns a corner and calls us to extend mercy to the people who don't follow the rules we deem so important. To borrow the words of Hosea (that are repeated by Jesus), God demands mercy, not sacrifice.
And in the storms we are reminded of the power of God to create a world beyond our control. I'm also a part of a society that thinks we can control most anything. We pursue medicines to prevent death, and everyone still dies. We perform surgeries to look young, but we still get old. We live in nice neighborhoods and have nice jobs to hide our problems, but even families in the richest neighborhoods have struggles and sometimes fall apart.
I don't believe that God controls the weather so that he can punish people (HERE is an interesting take on this idea). However, I do believe that weather allows a glimpse into the power of God. One of my favorite lines in the movie Twister (I'm sure you can guess why it's one of my favorite movies. Maybe because if I wasn't a youth minister I would be a storm chaser. Some people would argue there isn't much difference.) is when they call an F5 tornado "the finger of God." I don't think it's God tearing people's lives apart on purpose, but I do believe that we get a taste of God's power in those moments when 200-300 mph winds rip across the landscape.
One of the reasons I am fascinated with weather now as an adult is that it makes a great metaphor for life. There are seasons of heat and seasons of cold. Sometimes it's calm and sunny and other times it's stormy and brutal. And no matter how hard someone tries to predict what will happen, they will never get it right all the time.
And so it is on this journey called life. We will all face storms and we will all have days when the sun is out and the temperature is just right. But whether it's weather or life, our God is bigger than all of it. He created us. He created weather. He created life. And the God that made all of that is that God that stands with us in good times and bad.
Sometimes I wonder if God listens to me and wants to respond the same way he did to Job:

Then the Lord spoke to Job out of the storm. He said: "Who is this that obscures my plans
with words without knowledge? Brace yourself like a man;
I will question you,
and you shall answer me. (Job 38:1-3 NIV)

May the Lord be patient with me, and with you, in the storms of life. And may we always remember that the power of God is more than we can imagine and the love of God is stronger than we know.

In you, Lord, I have taken refuge;
let me never be put to shame. In your righteousness, rescue me and deliver me;
turn your ear to me and save me. Be my rock of refuge,
to which I can always go;
give the command to save me,
for you are my rock and my fortress. (Psalm 71:1-3 NIV)

shine!
Jason

My silent companion

I haven't posted anything for while, but I did a lot of thinking while driving a few thousand miles over the last week.

Most of my thoughts have been about death. Death has been my silent companion over the last couple of years. Whether it was a mom loosing a 5-year battle with cancer, a 31-year-old co-worker dying suddenly, a child tragically killed, a former student in a car accident, or several other untimely or tragic deaths, death has been silently walking with me through ministry for the last few years.

Sure, death happens all the time. But not like this. Not this many people so young. Not so many so close together. Not so many this tragic and unexpected.

I am learning that death does something to you; it works quietly and often below the surface. It brings a veil of darkness and a sense of helplessness. You can't stop it. You often can't predict it. You can't undo it.

This past month, death has gotten even closer. The silent companion who has walked at an arms length as I have ministered to families in pain suddenly decided to pull up next to me on the couch. For the last month, this companion has sat in the living room with me, both figuratively and literally. This unwelcome guest kicked open the door, walked in unannounced, and made himself at home.

I hate death. I really do. I think about death more now than I ever have. I am sure that being in my 40s is a part of that. There is something about hitting the halfway point in life (statistically) that causes one to stop and realize that there is more life in the rearview mirror than out the front window. The destination seems closer. The end is coming and there is nothing we can do to avoid it.

But I also believe that the experiences of the last two years have made death palpable for me. I can't turn a corner where I don't taste death. If I am completely honest, I have thought more about my death in the last year or so than I did in the first 41 years of my life. I think about it when I drive. I think about it when I exercise. I think about it when I fly.

Before you think I am always thinking about death, that's not true. It's just that the thoughts are more present than they have ever been. I don't walk around all day, every day thinking about dying. But I think about it a lot more than I used to.

So why did I decide to write this today? Mostly because I believe there are more people who are or have been where I am than are willing to admit. Or maybe they feel it, but don't know how to put words to it.

Maybe I am wrong. Maybe I am consumed by this cloud of darkness and just projecting it on others. But, after over a dozen years in ministry, I am pretty sure I am not alone.

I hope that these words touch the heart of someone else who is walking a similar journey. If they do, let me share with you words that you have probably hear hundreds of times before, but they are words that shine light into darkness...

The Lord is my shepherd;
I shall not want.
He makes me to lie down in green pastures;
He leads me beside the still waters.
He restores my soul;
He leads me in the paths of righteousness
For His name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil;
For You are with me;
Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies;
You anoint my head with oil;
My cup runs over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me
All the days of my life;
And I will dwell in the house of the Lord
Forever.

These are words of peace.

They are words of hope.

They are words of light.

While I get frustrated by Christians who just want to gloss everything over with a Scripture and pretend everything is fine, I also feel for those who have no sense of hope.

In the tension between death and hope we find ourselves struggling to understand. We want answers. We want resolution. We want everything to be OK. But everything is not OK. We live in a world that is dying and decaying. We experience pain and loss. We know that every day could be our last. We never know when death will rear its ugly head into the midst of our reality.

But at the same time, we have the promise of a world free from pain. We live for the day when all will be made new. While we can't stop death and we often can't predict when death will come, we can speak the words that Paul penned centuries ago...

Where, O death, is your victory?
Where, O death, is your sting?

The sting of death is sin, and the power of sin is the law. But thanks be to God! He gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. (1 Corinthinans 15:55-57)

Yes, death will be my silent companion on this journey called life, and sometimes he will be close than others, but there will come a day when I will begin a new chapter in my journey. When I turn onto that road, death will have to get out of the car, and I will smile as I watch him the rearview mirror and drive away forever.

shine!
Jason

Ten years ago today

Ten years ago today, nearly 3,000 people lost in their lives in the most deadly terrorist attack in American history. I remember spending much of the day watching news coverage as our nation – and much of the world – stood in shock from the day’s events. The scenes of planes crashing into buildings, people jumping from windows and falling over 1,000 feet to their deaths, and skyscrapers collapsing are forever etched in my mind.

But I also remember moments that brought hope into a dark moment of history. Firefighters, along with volunteers who just showed up, were digging through the rubble looking for survivors. On a plane flying over Pennsylvania, a handful of passengers overcame those who had hijacked their plane and prevented even further death and destruction. Members of Congress – who spend much of their time tearing one another down – stood together in a sign of unity. Across the nation, people gathered together to pray and comfort one another.

While that was a tragic day that changed our nation, the reality is that darkness surrounds us every day. People die from drug abuse. Poverty causes millions to suffer starvation and malnutrition. Children and adults suffer from physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. The list could go on and on, but we must realize that the darkness isn’t just in the places you would expect.

People in suburbs live in nice homes and have a comfortable lifestyle, but sometimes their lives are hollow and lonely. Families that might look good on the outside, often struggle with anger, resentment, depression, and abandonment. Darkness doesn’t care about your social status, your bank account, or your profession. No one is immune.

We live in a world where darkness occasionally makes it presence known with a grand display, such as September 11, 2001, but where it more often subtly sneaks into our lives and the lives of those around us. As we remember a very dark day that occurred ten years ago, we must also be vigilant every day as darkness seeks to overcome us in ways that aren’t so visible or obvious.

Today, we should take a minute to reflect on what happened ten years ago. We should honor those who lost their lives, whether innocent victims or heroic responders. But we must also take a minute to reflect on our own lives to determine what we are doing today to bring light to a world full of darkness.

In Ephesians 5:8-10, Paul writes, “For you were once darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Live as children of light (for the fruit of the light consists in all goodness, righteousness and truth) and find out what pleases the Lord.”

Whether it’s terrorists flying planes into skyscrapers or the person at your school who is bullying others, darkness is all around us. Live in such a way that your life brings the fruit of the light into every situation you encounter.

 

shine!
Jason

 

Perspective from 14,110 feet

Last weekend, I had the opportunity to visit with the Eastside Church of Christ in Colorado Springs, Colorado. This is the congregation Patrick will be moving to next month. They had asked me to come out and preach on Sunday morning as well as teach their teen class, since their youth minister was out of town. It is always an encouragement to meet other followers of Jesus.

Two of my favorite parts of the week were our visit the Garden of the Gods and our trip up to Pikes Peak. There is nothing quite like having an opportunity to witness the majesty of God’s creation. There is something amazing about standing in front of a rock formation several hundred feet tall or on top of a mountain whose peak stands 14,100 feet above sea level.

I want to share with you a portion of Psalm 65 (verses 5-8), a psalm write by David:

You answer us with awesome and righteous deeds,
God our Savior,
the hope of all the ends of the earth
and of the farthest seas,
who formed the mountains by your power,
having armed yourself with strength,
who stilled the roaring of the seas,
the roaring of their waves,
and the turmoil of the nations.
The whole earth is filled with awe at your wonders;
where morning dawns, where evening fades,
you call forth songs of joy.



As I think about God forming the mountains, I think about the amount of power to create something that majestic. When I was younger, I used to love to play in the sand and create small “mountains.” Typically, these mountains would stand less than a foot tall and would fall apart pretty easily.

Our God created mountain upon mountain. He formed the mountain I stood on that is over two and half miles high. He created all of the mountains I saw as I looked out from the summit of Pikes Peak.

This same God created you and me. The Creator who formed every mountain by his power also made you and me. The same David who wrote Psalm 65 wrote the following words in Psalm 139:13-14:

For you created my inmost being;
you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful,
I know that full well.

I stand in awe of God because he formed the incredible mountain I stood on last weekend. But I also stand in awe of God because God created each one of us. You and I are fearfully and wonderfully made. The same power that created majestic mountains created us. We are not only created by God; we are God’s most prized creation. We were created in the image of God and God was willing to sacrifice all he had to redeem us. That is more incredible that any mountain. Let these words from Psalm 36:5-6 resonate in your heart and mind…

Your love, LORD, reaches to the heavens,
your faithfulness to the skies.
Your righteousness is like the highest mountains,
your justice like the great deep.

 

shine!
Jason

Perspective Sunday

Yesterday afternoon, I witnessed a family saying farewell to their 7-year-old son who was tragically killed this past week. Yesterday evening, I witnessed my favorite football team saying farewell to their opportunity for a seventh Super Bowl championship. Typically, I really get into football games, especially one of this magnitude for my team. But last night? Last night was just not the same.

While my attitude about sports, and especially football, has tamed over the last decade or so, I still get pretty passionate watching games. But last night? Last night really put things into perspective for me.

I struggled with what words to share as I spoke at the funeral for a child. There is nothing you can say when you are looking into the eyes of a parent who is facing a lost of this magnitude. As the father of a ten-year-old, I can completely understand their love for their son, but I will never be able to comprehend the loss they are experiencing.

While I was gathered with several hundred people in a room filled with grief, tears, and memories, millions of people around the country were preparing to watch a game. In one tiny corner of the world, a family was experiencing a loss beyond words while parties were in full swing, probably just down the street from us.

Now, don't get me wrong. I am not berating all of those who are celebrating. As a matter of fact, those are the very kinds of moments that will provide the memories in the days ahead for this family who will now have an empty seat at the kitchen table. The family gatherings, the trips, those are the things that will bring smiles to often sorrowful faces.

But, yesterday put things in perspective for me in a powerful way.

Contrary to what many athletes say - including many I cheer for - I really don't think God is all that concerned about who wins a game where millionaires entertain us with their athletic abilities.

On the other hand, I believe that God was intimately concerned about a family mourning the loss of a son. I know He was present in that room yesterday and His Spirit was moving among us.

And if that's what God deems more important, which I firmly believe He does, that is where my heart needs to be as well.

Does that mean I will never cheer again for a football team? No. I will continue to enjoy watching a sport that entertains me.

Does that mean I won't get emotional at times when my team wins, or loses? Probably not.

Does it mean that I think entertainment is a bad thing. Not really.

What it does mean is this. That on a Sunday when the world was wrapped up in a sporting event, I was with a family who was wrapped up in the arms of Jesus. And if I am going to be His hands, His feet, and His arms, that is where my heart and passion needs to be first and foremost.

Regardless of which team would have walked away with the Lombardi Trophy last night, I walked away with a refocused perspective on what really matters, and that no matter how "big" of a game it is, it's just a game. Life, on the other hand, is so much more.

shine!
Jason

Giving thanks

People across our country today are celebrating Thanksgiving Day. Many people will eat turkey, enjoy football, visit with family, and enjoy a day of rest. We have come a long way from the small gathering at Plymouth in 1621. In 1863, President Abraham Lincoln signed into law the official holiday that we celebrate today.

For many people, today is the start of the Christmas season. As I sit at my dad's house and watch the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, I know that Santa's arrival on 34th Street is not far away. Tomorrow morning (or even late tonight), millions of shoppers will descend on stores opening early for "Black Friday" specials. This weekend, our family will set up our Christmas decorations. By Sunday evening, we will have our tree up and the lights on. To quote Andy Williams, "It's the most wonderful time of the year!"

But as followers of Jesus, let's not get lost in the turkey, football, and shopping. Let's make sure we take time to be thankful. The apostle Paul wrote, "And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him." (Colossians 3:17)

Whether it's the way you treat other people on Black Friday, your reactions to the craziness of the coming month, or your attitude towards your Christmas list, remember to frame everything through the Kingdom of God.

When he was talking to the Ephesians elders. Paul said, "I have not coveted anyone’s silver or gold or clothing. You yourselves know that these hands of mine have supplied my own needs and the needs of my companions. In everything I did, I showed you that by this kind of hard work we must help the weak, remembering the words the Lord Jesus himself said: 'It is more blessed to give than to receive.'" (Acts 20:33-35)

In a season when every TV commercial seems to tell us to want, want, want, and take, take, take, let's fight against that trend and focus on giving. That begins with an attitude of thanksgiving. Whether it's Paul's words to the Colossians (quoted above) or his words to the church in Phlippi, our way of thinking shapes how we approach life. In Philippians 4:11-13, Paul wrote, "I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength."

Thankfulness often emerges from the willingness to give. I have learned that the more I learn to be content, the easier it is to be thankful. We are surrounded by a society that ties our contentment to our possessions. Almost every commercial tells us that our happiness is dependent upon buying their product.

While there is nothing wrong with getting a new toy, television, or car, we cannot allow our joy to be controlled by what we do or do not have. The more I have learned to be content with whatever I have, the more thankful I have become for what I have. One of the ironies of life is that many of the most joyful people I have met in my life have been the ones who have the least. Whether it's people in Brazil, children in inner-city Cincinnati, or homeless people in Oakland County, I have often found the strongest sense of thankfulness in the lives of people who, from the world's perspective, have the least amount to be thankful for.

Take time today to reflect on what you have instead of what you don't have. In last few weeks I have been reminded of what is truly important in life. Jeremy's death has reminded me that stuff isn't all that important, but that relationships are the most valuable things we share. Make sure that in this season of thankfulness that you take time to celebrate and focus on the relationships that you have. Hug your family. Make time for friends. Thank God for the people that are important to you. The ultimate gift is not anything you can buy. It's your time and presence in the lives of others than is the greatest thing you can give.

shine!
Jason

Good words

I am still struggling with the reality of Jeremy King's death. This week I have still expected him to stick his head in my doorway, smile, and ask what he can do to help. That was who Jeremy was. He was a man who embodied humility and servanthood.

As I reflect on Jeremy's life and on my own, I am challenged by his example. I have had a number of people comment on the words I shared, along with Patrick and Adam, about Jeremy at his funeral. To every person who made a similar comment, I have responded by saying that Jeremy made it easy.

I have attended and participated in funerals where it might be a challenge to uncover a lot of good words about the person who was being remembered. In Jeremy's case, the opposite was true. There was not nearly enough time to share all of the good memories I have about Jeremy. While I would not consider him a close friend, we had grown much closer over the last year as we served alongside each other on staff here at Rochester Church.

Whether he was standing on stage, practicing with the praise team, or sitting in my office talking about ministry and life, Jeremy was always the same person. He didn't have any pretenses or pride. He was not arrogant or self-serving. He was a good husband and father. He was a trustworthy friend. He was a man of God.

The word eulogy is a Greek word meaning "good words." There have been endless good words shared about Jeremy over the last week because he was a good man. He was a witness to what it means to love God and love your neighbor as yourself. Reflecting on his life over the last week has challenged me to be a better husband, a better father, and a better friend. I pray that when my time on this earth comes to an end that I will have lived in such a way that people speak good words about me.

Jeremy, I miss you.

shine!
Jason

There are two funds that have been set up for Veronica and her children as they deal with the loss of Jeremy. If you would like to contribute, here is the information...

You can send funds to the Rochester Church of Christ. Checks should be made payable to "Rochester Church of Christ" and earmarked "Member Care Fund." It would also be helpful to enclose a note mentioning Jeremy. Those checks can be mailed to:

Rochester Church of Christ
250 West Avon Road
Rochester Hills, MI 48307

You can also donate to DeeperStill Ministries. Go to any Chase Bank, and make a deposit into account No. 879368868.

We actually played

Last night, Matthew and I went with Steven (one of my students) to Buffalo Wild Wings to watch the start of the NFL season and enjoy some 60-cent boneless wings.

Whenever Matthew goes to BW's with me, it usually involves playing some trivia while eating wings and watching some sporting event. This night was no different. True to form, as soon as the server came over, Matthew asked for the Buzztime unit.

Shortly after we got there, it was time for a new game to start. The game we begin to play is called "Six." I had never played it before, but quickly realized it resembles Trivia Pursuit in terms of content. There are six categories from which your questions come. There are a number of rounds that play out in various ways. I won't bore you with all of the details of the game. If you're really interested, visit the website to learn more.

Anyway, time to get to the point of the story. As we play on, I realize we're doing pretty well. We even answered all eighteen questions right in the "Marathon" round. As we finish the game, Matthew celebrates as the screen announces that we are the champions for this location.

But nothing could prepare Matthew for the next thing that comes up on the screen. It ends up that we are ranked 18th in the entire nation for the game. When the list of the top 20 scores from every location in the US shows up, there we are at number 18.

As we leave the place and begin our trip home, I get a text message from my wife asking where we are. She had just gotten home from a meeting and wondered why her 9-year-old son was not home and in bed at 10:05pm. Being the quick thinker I am, I hand the phone to Matthew and tell him to share with his mom our victory. Not bad thinking, eh? ;-)

After he hands the phone back to me, I hear Matthew from the back. "This is better than watching the Steelers win their 6th Super Bowl!"

Being the Steelers fan that I am (Matthew is a pretty big fan as well), I respond, "Really?"

The next words he speaks are still echoing in my mind. "Yes, because we actually played instead of watching someone else do it."

Profound words from the mouth of a young boy.

How often do we invest more energy, passion, and excitement in the accomplishments of an athlete, celebrity, and other professionals?

As I continue to reflect on his words, I wonder what the implications are for the church. Do we invest more energy in the words of a preacher than in our own abilities to speak love to others? Do we have more passion about a youth minister than pouring our own lives into those of our young people? Do we get more excited about a church program than starting our own ministry?

Don't misunderstand. I enjoy speaking and see a lot of value in doing it with quality. I love serving teenagers and their families. My role includes developing and carrying out quality programs. There is certainly importance for all of these things in a church community. But, what happens when that becomes the most important part of someone's spiritual identity? What are the implications for their spiritual development? What does all of that mean for the growth of the Kingdom of God?

Matthew reminded me of an important key to life. Accomplishments mean a lot more when we are intimately involved. Sure, I celebrated when the Steelers won their sixth Super Bowl a few years ago. But, Matthew is right. He, Steven, and I worked together to end up ranked 18th in the nation. No, it's not a Super Bowl trophy. True, the only people that know are probably those of you reading this blog. But, isn't Kingdom work often the same way?

There are people who serve and never get any recognition. The apostle Paul wrote, "The eye cannot say to the hand, 'I have no need of you,' nor again the head to the feet, 'I have no need of you.' On the contrary, the parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable, and on those parts of the body that we think less honorable we bestow the greater honor, and our unpresentable parts are treated with greater modesty, which our more presentable parts do not require. But God has so composed the body, giving greater honor to the part that lacked it, that there may be no division in the body, but that the members may have the same care for one another. If one member suffers, all suffer together; if one member is honored, all rejoice together. Now you are the body of Christ and individually members of it." (1 Corinthians 12:21-27)

To borrow another quote from the great theologians at Nike, "Just do it." In the Kingdom of God, we are broken people serving a world full of broken people. The greatest tragedy is not failure, but rather, the failure to try. As a cracked jar of clay, I would rather risk another crack than simply sit on a shelf and watch another, better-looking jar carry the water for me.

shine!
Jason

Conquering your fears

I have a fear of heights...a HUGE fear of heights. When we have gone on mission trips to Mississippi, I haven't even been able to do much work on the roof of a one-story house because I freeze up. I know I am a wimp when it comes to heights.

For ten years, the Millennium Force has taunted me. I have been there with family and they have chuckled at my fear. I have gone with youth groups and they have laughed and called me chicken. Regardless of the abuse I received, I have allowed my fear to remain stronger that anything people might say to me.

So what - or who - would finally push me beyond my fears? A nine-year-old boy. Specifically, a boy named Matthew who happens to share my last name.

Yesterday, Michelle, Matthew, and I went to Cedar Point. We rode a number of rides, but the Millennium Force was not on the list for a while. Then, as afternoon turned to evening, and the sun began to set, Matthew said the words that would force my hand. "I want to ride THAT!"

The lump formed in my throat. My heart skipped a beat. I was going to have to face the monster. I could resist others in my family who chuckled at my fear. I could ignore the laughs of teenagers. But, when my own son, my own nine-year-old son, wants to ride, I couldn't say no.

We got in line around 8:30pm. The sign said 1-3/4 hour from this point. Well, nothing like having time to think about what you're about to do. We wait and work our way through the line, starting up conversations with those around us. We got to know a really nice couple from Michigan who have a 22-year-old son in the Marines who will be deployed to Afghanistan later this year.

The conversations were a nice distraction from my fears. I was able to forget about what I was about to do. There were a few exceptions. The first was about 40 minutes into the wait when I realized there weren't any trains coming by us. The ride was stopped. But why?

We found out that a train had gotten stuck near the top of the first hill. Gulp! Wait! What am I doing?? Then I looked down at my son, who was undaunted by the news, and realized there was no turning back. Especially when he said, with determination, "I'm not leaving until I ride this."

Once the ride starting running again, the conversation resumed with our new friends and my fears faded. Until we started up the final ramp to the platform. As we entered the platform area, my fears resumed at a new level. I started asking myself, "What are you doing? Are you crazy?!?" My heart was pounding. My palms were sweaty.

We chose our line and there were three people in front of us. Good. I had a few minutes to prepare myself. The first two riders got on and their train left. I still had a few minutes to get ready. Then, another curve ball. The single rider in front of us jumped in with another single rider one car back and we were on now. What? Wait! I'm not ready yet. I thought I had a few minutes to prepare myself. But, suddenly, I found myself sitting in the car and strapping myself in.

As we are sitting there waiting, the lap bar releases. Um, hello, isn't that supposed to hold us in? The ride operator comes over the PA system. "Don't worry, we made it do that." Oh, now I feel better. (Insert sarcasm here.)

Finally, we are ready to go. The train goes forward and starts up the hill. In what seems like 2 seconds we are at the top of the hill. Way up there at the top of the hill. In this moment, I have a realization. There is nothing I can do about this. I am strapped into a chair 310 feet above the ground. I am about to drop at an 80 degree angle at speeds up to 93 miles per hour.

It is in this moment that I decide to let go and enjoy the ride. As we go over the top of the hill, I throw my arms up into the air and decide to confront my fear and engage the moment. My arms didn't come down until we pulled into the station. What an awesome ride!

As I look back on this experience, I come away with a few reflections...

Some fears are totally unfounded. While a fear of heights is not always bad, there are times that our fears can prevent us from enjoying life to the fullest.

I have a new appreciation for Christians who are afraid to fully embrace the call of Jesus to pick up their cross and follow Him. Picking up our cross can be a scary proposition.

At the same time, it gives me even more passion about calling people to conquer their fears, throw their arms up in the air, and enjoy the ride. John wrote that, "Such love has no fear, because perfect love expels all fear. If we are afraid, it is for fear of punishment, and this shows that we have not fully experienced his perfect love." (1 John 4:18)

The more we understand the true implications of God's love for us, our fear subsides. One of the things that removed some of my fear on this roller coaster was the realization that hundreds of thousands of people have ridden this ride and survived. They have enjoyed the ride and been secure. While following Jesus is not always safe in the worldly sense, we are secure. God's love will never leave us and never forsake us. Regardless of what twists and turns we experience in life, God will always be there to embrace us.

Jesus said that, "My purpose is to give them a rich and satisfying life." (John 10:10)  I firmly believe that a lot of people turn to other things in life for satisfaction because they have not fully embraced the adventure of following Jesus. For many people, Christianity is primarily about rules and regulations and sitting in a building every week to listen to someone speak and sing a few songs. The rich and satisfying life is so much more and calls us to conquer our fears and follow Him.

This will look different for each person. It could mean overcoming our pride and serving others who may "damage" our reputation. It could mean facing our selfishness and giving away that which defines and consumes us. It could mean opening ourselves up to others and engaging in deep relationships we have avoided because we have been hurt before.

Regardless of what your "Millennium Force" is, God is calling you to conquer that fear and discover the rich and satisfying life He has for us. I know that the next time I am back at Cedar Point, I will be in line to ride again. Sure, I will still be a little nervous, but I am looking forward to going over that first hill and enjoying the ride.

shine!
Jason

Where did the summer go?

As you may have noticed in the last several days, I am trying to be more intentional and frequent in my blog posts. I wanted to take a few minutes today to reflect on this summer.

I am sitting here asking myself, "Wait! Is it really August 28?" I find it hard to believe that in a little over a week, it will be Labor Day and students will be returning to school. It seems like only yesterday that students were celebrating the end of the school year and we were gathering on the campus of Rochester College for Elevate. And now, it's time for buses, bells, and books. Really?

So what am I taking away from this summer? Well, I am still thinking about that. But here are a few things I have learned this summer.

The biggest lesson I have learned is to create space for others, especially my family. I tend to be a very busy person and I fill my schedule with things to do. While I still had a hectic summer, I found myself making more time for things like sitting in the backyard around the campfire with my wife and son. I didn't do this enough, but I feel like I made some headway.

I have also been challenged to make more room for God and others in my life. Often, I am so busy that I don't have time or space to stop and listen. That means my time with God often gets pushed aside. It also means I don't always have time to listen when someone else needs a shoulder to cry on or an ear to listen. I have a long way to go with regards to this, but I feel like I have made progress this summer.

I am continuing to learn the value of self-control. Since it's a fruit of the Spirit, it's not as self-centered as it sounds. I have been learning that in areas where I lack control, I need to allow the Holy Spirit to invade and assume control. That means I need to make space (this keeps coming up, doesn't it) for God to dwell in my life. I don't do that enough, so I often lack the self-control I should have.

However, not everything in the area of self-control is going poorly. Through a variety of circumstances, including self-control, we have paid off our car and we are about to finish paying off some other debt as well. In addition, I have lost over 50 pounds through watching what I eat. I feel like this has been a year of considerable growth in the area of self-control, but I have a long way to go.

I am sure there are more things that I have learned, but these are the things on my mind right now. I look forward to seeing what other lessons God has in store for me as summer transitions into autumn. Seasons remind me that life is never static and always in transition, so I am waiting to see what awaits in the season ahead...

shine!
Jason

Remembering a fallen soldier

On Thursday, May 20, I had the honor of offering the invocation for the Michigan State Senate. Following the prayer, I went upstairs and sat in the gallery. A few minutes later, one of the state senators stepped to a microphone and began to read a dedication for Army Sgt. Lucas Beachnaw, who was killed in Afghanistan on January 13, 2010. As this senator read the dedication, I realized I was sitting next to several members of the Beachnaw family.
It was a solemn and honoring moment for the family of a young man who, at the age of 23, sacrificed his life for his country. I can't imagine how it would feel to be the mother of this young man. I felt honored to be present for this sacred moment.
Sgt. Beachnaw was a brother and a son. His absence surely leaves a void in the lives of those who knew and loved him. While I never had an opportunity to meet him, it was evident that there are many who miss this young man.
War is a complex thing and people have argued and will continue to argue about the need for war. My purpose in this post is not to discuss of debate the merits of war. Rather, it is to remind us that every war comes at a cost, and that cost often involves human lives. Some lose their lives and others suffer physical and emotional injuries that they carry for the rest of their lives.
I honor Sgt. Beachnaw for his sacrifice. I pray for his friends and family as they continue to deal with their loss. Let us never forget those who suffer from the consequences of war, both the soldiers and their friends and family.

shine!
Jason

Invocation

Here is the text of the invocation I delivered at the Michigan Senate on Thursday, May 20, 2010:


Father, today we begin by praying for those in this chamber and their families. We thank you for the loved ones who sacrifice time with these men and women so they are able to engage in the work of the senate. Protect the husbands, wives, children, and others who are back home.

Father, we also thank you for the millions of citizens across the state of Michigan who are represented by those who sit here. I ask you to remind these senators about those whom they represent as they debate, deliberate, and decide on the legislation before them. Help them to always be mindful of those whom they have been elected to represent.

Father, please provide wisdom for these men and women. Let them lean on eternal wisdom from above that can only be provided by You. Help them to look beyond themselves and provide them with the ability to discern what is best, not for their self interests, but for the people of the State of Michigan.

Father, I ask that the dialogues and debates that occur today will be carried out with a measure of civility. Let words of passion be tempered with humility. May words of disagreement be softened by compassion. Allow anger to be resolved without malice and forgiveness to be the rule rather than the exception.

Father, in all the laws that are written, debated, and voted upon, allow there to be a measure of justice. May the laws this body approves consider those who are overlooked, forgotten, neglected, or otherwise mistreated. Let divine justice, the justice that sets the world right, be the justice that emerges from this chamber.

In addition, Father, we ask for mercy to be at the heart of the business of this body. While we acknowledge the importance of law, let us never forget the importance of mercy. Law without mercy leads to oppression. Mercy without law leads to disorder. Let us seek a balance of justice and mercy that protects all, serves all, and provides everyone with the ability to pursue the dreams you have planted in their hearts.

Father, as these men and women begin the work of their day, help them, above all, to remember that they have been granted a unique and special opportunity. They have been chosen by their neighbors across this great state to determine the laws that will govern us. Help them to embrace the gravity and significance of this task and not become absorbed in their own political preservation. Allow the decisions made in this chamber to be about the future of the state of Michigan, not the political aspirations of the men and women assembled in this room.

We offer this prayer in the name of the One who created us and provided us with the ability to serve and love others; the God who shows us grace and mercy and asks us to do the same to one another. Amen.

The Big 4-0!

On this day in 1970, I entered the world. The last four decades have been filled with joy and sorrow, victories and failures. I have seen relatives born. I have seen loved one die. I've gotten married. I have a child. I have graduated from college, twice. I have changed addresses over a dozen times. I have managed teenagers and college students at Cedar Point, sold insurance for MetLife, sold Konica copiers, and - for the last decade - I have ministered to people in Ohio and Michigan. (I am sure I have forgotten some important aspects of my life, but I am getting old, so cut me some slack.)
Regardless of where I have lived and what I have done, one thing has never changed. God has always been present. Even in the first half of my life, when I barely acknowledged His existence, God was faithful. He pursued me as I ignored Him. He whispered in my ear as I began to look for Him. He led me places I never would have imagined as I began to follow Him. He has given me opportunities beyond compare as I have served His church.
Forty seems like it could be old. Many people - some joking and some serious - commiserate at 40 because it marks a significant step towards getting older. In a society where youth rules the day, getting old is often viewed as a bad thing. I actually look at turning forty as a golden opportunity. It's a chance to look back at what I have experienced, where I have failed, and what I have learned. It's a chance to look ahead to see what else God has in store for me.
Forty really isn't that bad. Before he turned 40, Moses hadn't seen the Burning Bush, hadn't led God's people out of Egypt, and hadn't seen the promised land. He had so much life ahead of him. I feel the same way. Rather than focusing so much on what is behind me, I am hoping to reflect on my past and focus on what God has in store in the future. If God could use an 80 year old man to lead millions out of captivity, I am sure he can do something with this "old" guy.

shine!
Jason

Surprise!

It’s hard to believe that in less than a week I will turn 40!
I wanted to take a moment to thank everyone who was a part of my surprise party last weekend! It was truly a blessing to spend the evening with so many of you. Thank you for the gifts, cards, food, and most importantly, your presence.
The last four and half years have been some of the best years of my life, and much of that joy is because of everyone at Rochester Church! We have laughed together and cried together. We have celebrated and mourned together. We have rejoiced in new life and suffered through death and loss.
As I look back on the last four decades of my life, it is amazing to see all of the ways that God has been leading me and all of the relationships God has made it possible for me to enjoy.
As I think about so many of you who have become an important part of my life, let me share with you the words of the apostle Paul. I believe that they reflect my thoughts about so many of you (except for the imprisonment part…haha):
Every time I think of you, I give thanks to my God. Whenever I pray, I make my requests for all of you with joy, for you have been my partners in spreading the Good News about Christ from the time you first heard it until now. And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns.
So it is right that I should feel as I do about all of you, for you have a special place in my heart. You share with me the special favor of God, both in my imprisonment and in defending and confirming the truth of the Good News. God knows how much I love you and long for you with the tender compassion of Christ Jesus.
I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding. For I want you to understand what really matters, so that you may live pure and blameless lives until the day of Christ’s return. May you always be filled with the fruit of your salvation—the righteous character produced in your life by Jesus Christ—for this will bring much glory and praise to God. (Philippians 1:3-11)
Thanks again to all of you for your various signs of appreciation. I was touched by your thoughtfulness and willingness to sacrifice an evening on my behalf. Your love never ceases to amaze me! Michelle, Matthew, and I consider it a blessing from God to call all of you friends and family.

shine!
Jason

Spending passion wisely

We all have it. We all exert it. It's passion.
For some, it goes into a hobby, sport, or talent.
Others spend it on an entertainer, sports team, or TV show.
Our culture today provides hundreds of options for using our passion.
I was reminded last night of how much work it takes to redirect our passion in a direction that is both healthy and helpful as a citizen of the Kingdom of God.
Last night, I went to Buffalo Wild Wings with family and friends to watch the Pittsburgh Steelers play against the Cleveland Browns. As a fan of the Steelers, it was a pretty frustrating game to watch. If you know the outcome of the game, you know that I was disappointed by the final score. But what happened after the game reminded me of how far I have come.
This morning would have been significantly different for me several years ago. I would have woken up in a bad mood, still bitter about the loss. I likely would have been in a bad mood for several days. Comments from my friends who are Browns fans would have gotten under my skin and fueled the anger and frustration lurking just under the surface.
Today is different. Am I disappointed that a football team I support and cheer for lost? Sure. But once the clock read 0:00 and I walked out of B-Dubs, it only took a few minutes to get past it. This game is not consuming my life.
That's right, it's just a game.
What I have learned over time is that it's just a game. It's a bunch of men playing a game and getting paid millions of dollars to do it. Is it entertaining? Sure. It is fun to watch. Sometimes. Is it worthy of a passion that consumes my life? Not really.
Before those of you who don't get into sports start shouting, "Amen," this doesn't just relate to sports.
I see friends who have that kind of passion about television shows, movies, or books. They talk about the characters throughout the week. They often quote those characters a lot more than they quote Jesus.
Others show that kind of passion for a sport or hobby. They will spend hours upon hours practicing and playing, while leaving little or no time to engage in activities of the Kingdom. It can even become their primary source of identity, rather than their identity as a child of God.
Others invest their passion in things such as the way they look, the labels on their clothing, the lifestyle they work to maintain, and their social status.
Most of the things I mention above aren't inherently evil or sinful. However, when they become the recipient of so much of our passion that we have little or none left for Jesus and His Kingdom, I believe that we have seriously misdirected our passion.
I will be the first to admit that I have not arrived when it comes to this. I still misappropriate my passion sometimes. I elevate some things to a level that is wrong. I am by no means perfect.
But I can tell you that last night's game was a reminder of how far I think I have come. Ten years ago, if I had witnessed this kind of loss, I would have likely ignored certain phone calls, avoided certain people, and been somewhat unpleasant for a few days.
Today?
Well, last night I slept peacefully. And this morning I woke up and my passion was focused on other things. Passion for my God. Passion for my wife. Passion for my son. And passion for people who need to see Jesus in me today.
There are people in the world who genuinely dislike each other simply because of the football jersey they wear. I watched a few of those people get into a fistfight a few months ago at a Steelers-Lions game I attended. Seriously? You're going to punch a guy because he likes the other team? How ridiculous is that?
That, my friends, is misspent passion.
Imagine if those of us in the church poured as much passion into worship, prayer, social justice, and spiritual growth, as we pour into our sports, hobbies, entertainment, and other pursuits. How different would our lives look and how different could the world around us look? Just a thought from a guy who's still on the journey of figuring out how to spend his passion wisely.

shine!
Jason

Harwell, Albom, and faith

This is a great testimony by Ernie Harwell, the 91-year-old former Detroit Tigers broadcaster who was recently diagnosed with incurable cancer.

I was hungry...

On Thursday afternoon, we returned from Destination Unknown. As we were preparing to leave the cabin we stayed in, I was cleaning out the van and noticed the remnants of a loaf of French bread in between the two front seats of the van. I grabbed the bread and a few other things and walked in to the throw everything out. When I got to the trashcan, I felt compelled to keep the bread. So I threw out everything else I had brought, but took the bread back to the van.
Fast forward about seven hours. We are just south of Detroit on I-75 and we heard that it was finally open again. It was around 4:00pm, and while northbound 75 wasn’t supposed to open until 5:00pm, I felt compelled to drive past the detour at exit 41 and go on.
We found out it was still closed and we were forced to exit. We exited the highway and started on our detour around the construction.
As we pulled up to a red light at the intersection of Clark Street and Fort Street, there was a man standing next to a road construction sign. He was holding his own handwritten sign that communicated that he was a war veteran seeking food.
As I looked at him, I remembered the bread. I reached over and grabbed it and rolled down my window. As my eyes met his eyes, I held out the bread. He walked over to the van and smiled slightly as I handed him the bread. One of the students in the van commented, “Did you see the way his face shined?”
Maybe this is what Jesus had in mind when He said that we are the light of the world. Maybe our task is not just to shine for Jesus, but to help bring the glow of the Kingdom into the lives of others.
It reminds me of something else Jesus said…
“For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me…I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!” (Matthew 25:35-36,40)

shine!
Jason

An anchor in a sea of transition

Transition can be a difficult time. Transition can mean loss, gain, or both. This week I am experiencing both.
I found out earlier this week that a friend from high school took his own life. We were in marching band together and would talk during band and in various other venues. He was a talented, intelligent, and enjoyable person. I don’t know all of the things that caused his life to unfold this way, but I know that he will be missed. My heart first and foremost goes out to his family. It is a time of difficult transition for them and for anyone who knew him at a variety of levels.
I had recently reconnected with him on Facebook and was looking forward to catching up on life. Loss brings about painful transition, especially when it is transition with such finality.
On the other hand, this week we are welcoming the new seventh graders into our ministry. This is an exciting time as they move into the youth group and begin a new chapter of their lives. I know that it is both an exciting and scary time for many parents, especially those who are sending their oldest child into new, uncharted territory.
I am looking forward to getting to know these new members of the ARISE family as they begin this part of their journey of following Jesus. I can’t wait to see what God has in store for them.
Whether it’s loss or gain, transition is all around is. It is inevitable. It is unavoidable. It is a part of life. In the midst of a world engulfed in change, there is only one thing – or rather one person – who never changes. The Hebrew author writes that, “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.” (Hebrews 13:8)
When you find yourself in times of change or transition, look to the One who never changes. In times of good transition, we can tend to forget about God. In times of difficult transition, we tend to blame God. Instead of forgetting or blaming Him, let’s reach out and hold on to the One who is an anchor. Let me close with the words of the author of Hebrews:
So God has given both his promise and his oath. These two things are unchangeable because it is impossible for God to lie. Therefore, we who have fled to him for refuge can have great confidence as we hold to the hope that lies before us. This hope is a strong and trustworthy anchor for our souls. (Hebrews 6:18-19)

shine!
Jason

Burger, Dogs, and Sabbath

Yesterday we held our fourth annual Backyard BBQ. (We have hosted 3 of the 4 BBQs. The second year it rained and we were relegated to the youth room.) This has become one of my favorite family events of the year. We invite all of the families in our LifeStage to our house for an afternoon of food and hanging out.
Around 1:30pm, approximately 130 people invaded our backyard with lawn chairs and side dishes in tow. By then the burgers and hot dogs were already on the grills and the aroma was filling the air. (Thanks, Brenden for being the grillmaster.)
It seemed like in a matter of minutes everyone had staked out their spot under the famous shade tree and they were ready for an afternoon of good eating and visiting. The next three hours were filled with laughter, games of volleyball, conversations, and fun. It was a great afternoon!
I wondered why over 100 people would hang out in our backyard for over three hours on a Sunday afternoon, and then it dawned on me...
Most of us are too busy and very seldom do we have three hours to just sit and talk to other people. We run from activity to activity, event to event, with little time to just sit and visit. This event is more than a BBQ. It is almost a mini-Sabbath in the midst of scores of crazy lives. For a few hours on a sunny Sunday afternoon, people can take a break from their hectic lives and build relationships.
Yesterday in the high school class we were talking about our purpose in life. In the midst of a discussion about the 10 Commandments, one of my students asked about Sabbath. We talked about creating space in our lives for God and other people. Sabbath is something we struggle with as extremely busy people. We have a hard time slowing down long enough to rest or reflect.
However, yesterday afternoon, over 100 people had a chance to slow down, sit down, and remember what it means to be human.

shine!
Jason

Reflections on (gasp!) 39

Well, I woke up this morning to the fact that I am only one year from 40. Yes, today I turn 39. Well, technically, I am not 39 years old until 5:22pm EST today.
So what does 39 mean? Not much really. I came to the conclusion long ago that I am going to live my life, not my age. There are times I feel like I am in my 40's and times I act like I am in my 20's.
I have to say that one of the things that makes me feel old and young - sometimes simultaneously - is working with teenagers. There are times when I am wrestling with one of the guys, playing basketball, or staying up until two or three in the morning talking that I remember I am not 21 anymore. There are also times when I feel invigorated by being in the presence of students who are energetic and passionate. It is a blessing to do what I do. Sometimes I am amazed that I get paid to do something I love so much. God has been way more faithful to me than I deserve.
The longer I live, the more I realize how insignificant and significant I truly am. While this statement seems like a paradox, don't a lot of things in the Kingdom of God? Jesus is wholly man and God. God is three and one. The first shall be last. Well, you get the idea.
So how can I be both insignificant and significant? I have discovered that in the grand scope of creation, I am but a vapor. I am a speck of dust. I came from dirt and to dirt I will return. I am one of billions of people in the world. I may gain the false illusion that having a lot of friends on Facebook means I am well known, but for every one friend I have on Facebook, there are over 4 million people who don't have a clue who Jason Steckel is. In 100 years, there's a good chance almost no one will know I ever lived. Feeling tiny yet? I do.
On the other hand, I am treasured by the Creator of the universe. The God that spoke "let there be light" and there was, formed me in my mother's womb. The One who placed the stars in the sky, the One who molded the mountains and dug out the seas, the One who designed this intricate, organic machine we call a body, He knows my name. He cherishes me. He knows me inside and out. When I awaken in the morning, He is there. When I lay down at night, I am in His presence. There is nowhere I can go where He is not. I am His son, His prized possession.
This is the mystery of life that I am still amazed by and the puzzle that I can never seem to find every piece for. It is what keeps me humble, but yet lifts me up. It is the wind that knocks me down and carries me forward.
While I am just one person among billions, God is inviting me to be a part of His dream for this world. While I may be just one drop in an ocean of people, I am a part of God's family. I am a dwelling place for the Holy Spirit and an outpost of light. As imperfect and fallen as I am, God has entrusted me to be a husband, a father, a son, and a minister. He has created me with a unique set of abilities, talents, and passions.
As I turn 39, I realize that life is not about how many days I have lived. It's about how I am living my days. My prayer is that in my insignificance, I can bring glory and honor to the One in whose eyes I am significant.

shine!
Jason