God and His Greatness

It is within man’s sinful nature to believe we are better than those around us most of the time. We say, “What were you thinking!” and “I would have definitely done that differently.” I am guilty of this all of the time. But, as we have been studying through Romans 8 at Aletheia over the past 4 weeks I have come to one conclusion: God is better than me. That’s right: in every way imaginable he is simply better than me. (My point was just proven as it took me 3 times to spell the word “imaginable.” I can’t even spell correctly.) God on the other hand is great—in every way, and Romans chapter 8 once again proves that very fact.

This past week at Aletheia I began a 2 part mini-series to finish up the 8th chapter of Romans titled: “The Greatness of God.” I preached through verses 26-30 and we learned that God’s prayers, purposes and plan of salvation are better than ours. We discussed our prayer lives a bit to see that even when we don’t know what to pray for as we ought, the Holy Spirit intercedes on our behalf and makes sure that our needs are communicated clearly and perfectly to the Father. We also looked at the classic verse, (Romans 8:28) which says, “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose.” We talked about how the danger of this verse can be our perception of it. If we are filtering it through our circumstances (which isn’t totally bad) only and not the cross, we are viewing it the wrong way. All things work together for good for those who love God because he first loved us by substituting himself on the cross for our sins and calling us to himself. The reason why we know this is because what God has started (v29) by foreknowing and predestining us to be conformed to the image of his son, he is going to see it through until we are glorified one day. That is the hope.

Our hope isn’t that we get through our circumstances and that things work out the way we want them to. Our hope is that no matter what happens, good or bad, we get to be with Jesus in eternity one day.

This is all a result of the gospel. Praise Jesus!

If you have a few spare moments, feel free to watch our vodcast. Thanks in advance for checking it out.

Romans: The Greatness of God (Part 1) from Aletheia Tampa on Vimeo.

Special Music at Church – “I’ve Given Up the Beer”

Because I have literally been in ministry now for 33 years (my entire life in case you are wondering), I have been able to see the best and the worst of the “special music” time at church, traditionally known as the offertory, although not exclusive to just the offertory. I have many stories that all deserve their own separate posts on my blog so in that case, today I will just share one of them.

At the last church my dad pastored in Southern California (you know the one that he candidated for where there was a guy on stage playing “air guitar” during worship – read about that post HERE – Yeah that one!), there was an older woman named Eleanor who loved to sing and she loved to do specials at the church (and she looked eerily similar to the SNL Dana Carvey character “The Church Lady”). The issue was that she had been doing specials at that church long before my pops took the pastoral job so it was one of those situations (you know like a tenured politician) where there was no getting rid of her. And to make the other 4 older people who adored her in the church happy, she needed to continue singing (much to my dad’s chagrin as you will find out why). It’s not that we have a problem with getting an older lady up in the front of the church to sing, but when she sings with a completely vibrato and operatic style, and she is impossible to understand, that makes for one painful special music experience.

I don’t think I ever made it through one of her songs without having to hold back laughter, but one Wednesday night service in particular really stands out. She started her song and I was holding it together pretty well surprisingly. The other 4 older people in attendance were absolutely loving it and my dad, well, he had that look of sheer pain on his face (all of you pastor’s kid’s would understand what I’m talking about – it’s that look on your dad’s face that says “This is it. I’m not doing this any more”), and out of nowhere I swear she sang “I’ve Given up the Beer!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I tried to quickly decipher the words following to get the context but to no avail. There wasn’t one other word in the entire song that I understood. So I was left with the thought that Eleanor used to be a raging alcoholic and God healed her. I was flabbergasted at the thought of what I supposed I had just heard and being the young high school punk that I was and having my best buddy there with me who always incited much laughter to make for a deadly combination…I (we) absolutely lost it. My mom, who is the sweetest woman alive, saw us laughing and out of the corner of my eye, I could see her pointing at me and lip-ping “You stop right now!”, as her eyes peered into mine to evoke some sort of terror. I didn’t like to upset my mom ever growing up so I stopped laughing although it took a lot of mental energy to do so. And to this day, I’m pretty sure that those words “I’ve Given up the Beer” were uttered from Eleanor’s mouth and it has made for more than a few laughs since.

Tell me about your favorite “special church music” moments. I’d love to hear them because I’m sure I could write a book about all of my experiences alone. Maybe that is what is going to fund the Aletheia Network one day. We shall see :)

My boys & Star Wars

My 4 year old has a huge crush on Star Wars even though he’s never seen the movie. It’s really funny. Even funnier is the fact that he has now influenced his 21 month old brother to love Star Wars as well. Ashlee went out the other day and wanted to bring Drew home a present and she gave him the option of a light-saber or a Lego set. Much to my chagrin, he chose the light saber (although I shouldn’t be too surprised because when I was 6, I discovered Star Wars and fell in love with it). I got some awesome footage of Asher with the light saber this past weekend as we were putting up Christmas decorations. Asher seems to be a born Jedi. As you’ll see, he’s got some sweet Jedi moves. Of course I had to let Drew know that Asher was Luke SkyWalker and Drew was going to be Darth Vader. He didn’t like that too much…

 

A Long Overdue Post

There is something that I have been wanting to do for quite sometime now; Something that has been long overdue. I just want to take a few moments and publicly honor the worship band at Aletheia Tampa. You see, God has really blessed this church with an amazing group of godly men who love and trust Jesus and who do nothing but give him glory on a week-to-week basis without ever expecting anything in return. They simply use their gifts for the glory of God, never complaining, and always with passion, intensity and hard work. And I just want to say that Aletheia Tampa is so blessed as a church to be led by an amazing group of men who use their platform every week to honor Jesus and to worship his name. These men are a real encouragement to me as their pastor and I can’t thank them enough for their example of humility in serving Jesus.

A couple months ago, Graham, our worship leader had a great idea.

[The back story is that every year around Christmas, Aletheia Church here in Tampa wants to make sure that that those who are a little under-privileged during the holiday season will at least have a nice home-cooked meal to share with their family. So last year, we bought a ton of massive holiday means from the local grocery store (included within these meals were turkey, ham, stuffing, mashed potatoes, green beans, mac & cheese, corn, etc...) and we distributed them to families all over the city who really needed them. The response was incredible and we made the commitment to do it every year. These meals aren't cheap - about $40 a pop - but to us, it is a worthy investment to make sure we are meeting a small physical need for those in our city. Imagine a young mom of 3 who has no way of cooking a special meal for her family on Christmas day, and then a random church just knocks on her door with a box full of food that she can't even lift. Imagine the look on her face. Yeah, it's pretty freakin' sweet to hook people like that up.]

Graham’s idea involved raising money for the Christmas Meals for the Community event in 2011. He said what if the band recorded a Christmas ep, and then made it available online for people to download directly to their computer, for a small price? And what if all of the proceeds went towards our Christmas Meals in the Community event in 2011? And he said, what if this year, we went to our newest Aletheia Churh plant’s community (St Petersburg – right across the bay) and handed the meals out to the people that Emilio and Hannah are ministering to? Well, guess what? The Aletheia band did that very thing. They recorded a 3 song ep and this past Sunday released it to the public. For $3, now everyone in the world can listen to what I think is one of the greatest Christmas ep’s out there. And better yet, the $3 goes to a worthy cause. Under privileged families are going to have the most incredible holiday meal they could have ever dreamed of having. So no matter where you live, you can be a part of this. If you have any type of involvement in Aletheia, or you just want to really do something tangible for some needy people, please go to this link (http://www.aletheiatampa.com/christmas/index.html) and do your part. The more money we raise, the more meals we will be able to get. Graham explains it a lot better than I ever could below…

Aletheia Tampa Christmas EP from Aletheia Tampa on Vimeo.

Thanks for being a part of this. And thanks to the Aletheia band for continuing to rep Jesus well. I love you guys and am so blessed to serve with you.

200th post

 

 

As I was preparing to write my blog today, I noticed that this is my 200th post. I started this blog in June of 2007 and even though I have taken long seasons off  from writing anything, my hope is that I have used it as a means to communicate what’s going on with my family, or the latest on our church plant or network, or anything else that I could think of to talk about. My hope is that it has been a blessing to you “few” readers (haha) and that I will continue to put things on here that encourage you, make you laugh, teach you, and ultimately bring glory to God.

Wednesdays are my sermon recap days. This past Sunday I spoke on the oft misinterpreted passage, Romans 7:14-25

14 For we know that the law is spiritual, but I am of the flesh, sold under sin. 15 For I do not understand my own actions. For I do not do what I want, but I do the very thing I hate. 16 Now if I do what I do not want, I agree with the law, that it is good. 17 So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me. 18 For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out. 19 For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. 20 Now if I do what I do not want, it is no longer I who do it, but sin that dwells within me. 21 So I find it to be a law that when I want to do right, evil lies close at hand. 22 For I delight in the law of God, in my inner being, 23 but I see in my members another law waging war against the law of my mind and making me captive to the law of sin that dwells in my members. 24 Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death? 25 Thanks be to God through Jesus Christ our Lord! So then, I myself serve the law of God with my mind, but with my flesh I serve the law of sin.”

My sermon title was “The Great Dilemma” because of the struggle of continuous sin that still exists within the lives of every believer. Why does sin still seemingly have a foothold on our lives, when we are no longer enslaved by it. If our identity is in Christ, and our old sinful self has been crucified with Christ, why is sin still present? This issue has led many to lose sight of the doctrine of eternal security. People tend to forget that Jesus said in John 10:28 that “I give them eternal life, and they will never perish, and no one will snatch them out of my hand.” Is 51:5 says that “salvation is the Lord’s”. It’s safe to say that we can’t lose something that we never were responsible for obtaining in the first place. But why do our lives take on this sort of spiritual schizophrenia? Why do our lives look really holy some days and really creepy others?

Verses 14-25 explain why sin is still present. In verse 14, Paul basically says “The law is spiritual, but I am not, because I am human, and I sin sometimes.” The usage of prepositions helps us understand v14. We are not in the flesh as we will see in chapter 8 (we are in the Spirit), rather we are of the flesh. This means that our essence is controlled by God now that we are His (no longer are we chained to sin, the law, and death), but our flesh (i.e. our bodies) – the unregenerate part of us, still holds the capacity to screw up. I likened it to a wild animal who is brought out of the wild to be trained and domesticated. But sometimes we see these wild animals snapping on their trainers. They are no longer in the wild, but they still are of the wild, which makes them susceptible to do things like mauling their trainers and subsequently making their trainers (if the footage was caught on tape) candidates for television shows. Paul then spells out the frustration that exists within the life of a believer who finds himself continuing to sin in v15-16. And v17 is the explanation of the previous verses. Even though it might seem like Paul is blame shifting his sin (“So now it is no longer I who do it, but sin dwells within me”), we need not be confused because the first 7 chapters are full of indicators that man is responsible for his own sin. It’s just that we need to recognize that sin is an entity, it’s powerful. Paul personifies it all throughout Romans. It uses the law and here we see that it uses our flesh to fulfill its evil desires. Once we understand that, we can understand why Paul says in v23 that there is a war being waged in our flesh. Sin is on a full attack and won’t ever stop until these bodies are in the grave one day.

And even though we might even have the desire to not sin (as Paul makes known in v18), we do not have the ability in and of ourselves to carry out those desires. Even Jesus said “the Spirit is willing but the flesh is weak.” We do not do the good we want like v19 states, but the evil I do not want is what I keep on doing. A sober reminder that not only do we NOT have the power to save ourselves, but we don’t even have the power to make ourselves better. This very point is why chapter 8 is so important. Because at this point, I am pretty discouraged. For Paul though, it leads him to repentance. That’s what our sinful condition should constantly lead us to…a truly repentant heart. The climax of that in this passage is v25 where Paul cries out “Wretched man that I am! Who will deliver me from this body of death?” He answers this with the gospel in v25 “Thanks be to Jesus Christ our Lord (because it takes submission)!” The answer for our sin is God’s Son. We are in a war against sin but Jesus has delivered us from it and he has given us the power (as we’re going to look at in chap 8 beginning this Sunday) to daily gain victory over it.

If you want to watch the sermon where I clarify a lot of what I said above, you can do so right here. Thanks for watching and thanks for reading my blog!

Romans: The Great Dilemma from Aletheia Tampa on Vimeo.

Weekend in Images (Mini-Me Monday)

I can’t explain how much fun it is to see my boys growing up. They are a couple of crazy kids who are full of life and who really live for the moment. Ashlee and I are so blessed to see these little gifts develop (especially their personalities – they are both so different from each other) and I also see that they both already have a sensitivity towards Jesus. I know that God is preparing them for some huge things but for now, it’s a joy to parent them in their early years.

This past weekend was a lot of fun. We just hung out a lot as a family and didn’t really do a whole lot. We went to a local mall that had a life-size snow globe where the boys could play. The sad thing was that after experiencing the “real stuff” in Virginia 3 weekends ago, the fake stuff just didn’t have the same effect. But they still had fun because like I said, they live for the moment.

 

And since the weather is so nice in Tampa in November, we eat our lunches outside on our back patio as often as we can. Here’s a little footage I captured of Asher trying to sit on a softball sized plastic ball. And I have no idea what was going on with his hair but it kind of amplified the weirdness of the entire moment. (side note: please excuse me burping and then Drew’s subsequent “Simon says burp on your face!”

 

We capped the weekend off (after a great time of worship with our Aletheia church family) with a trip to Sonic. It sounded good to the pregnant lady but as soon as we got home, the greasy food decided to not agree with Ashlee’s stomach so it might have come out of her. She’s a trooper as you can see below (I captured a pic of her right after the violent up-chucking).

So easy, A cave man can do it…or Not

Saturdays are big days for Aletheia Church here in Tampa, because we always do some type of missional outreach, usually in the form of specific, intentional evangelism. This precedent was started 10 years ago, when we started the first Aletheia Church in Harrisonburg, Virginia. Over the past decade, we have sparked up gospel conversations with thousands of people. After all of the people we have encountered, we were bound to stumble upon some interesting characters over the years, whether at their door step, or on campus.

Well, in the spirit of Saturday evangelism, I thought I might share with you one of our favorite encounters. We were knocking on doors one day (you know irritating the life out of people), and a husky, burly man answered the door. We introduced ourselves, told him who we were and why we were at his door and then proceeded to ask him what his name was and so-on and so-forth.

I am not embellishing the truth at all when I say he looked us straight in the eye and said “I was born in the mountains and raised in a cave so get the $&#$ off my property!” He then slammed the door in our faces. We were left pondering what his statement really had to do with why he didn’t want us at his door. One would think that a simple “I don’t want to speak to you” would have effectively gotten the job done if that’s what he wanted to get across but evidently, we needed to know that he was a caveman as if that had some pertinence to his lack of desire (or maybe inability to comprehend) to hear the gospel.

After all that, it led me to believe that Geico’s moniker might be wrong. The gospel might not be for cavemen.

I knew They’d Lay Me in My Grave (Sermon Recap 11.6.2011)

 

It was great to be back at Aletheia (Tampa) this past Sunday. Ashlee and I were out of town the previous two weekends for her brother’s wedding as well as the 10 year anniversary of the first Aletheia Church in Harrisonburg, Va. I missed my church family in Tampa and being able to worship with them again after two weeks away was refreshing. To be perfectly honest with you though, I was not looking forward to Sunday’s sermon and teaching Romans 7:7-13. I had been chewing on it for about 3 weeks and it was just hard to get excited about talking about the law. But as Sunday approached, I began to have a sense that the Holy Spirit was going to really work through the sermon. And He did just that!

I began by talking about what society (any institution really) would look like without rules. It would be disastrous. Rules exist to help keep order and avert disaster. Romans 13 (if we ever get to it) will show the value of rules in gov’t and how submitting to authority is God’s design. Really though, I don’t think anybody is going to argue too much about the value of rules in society. But what about God’s rules? What about all of those rules in God’s Word? How do they apply to our lives if we are under grace? Many people view God’s rules in one of two ways: 1. Legalistically or 2. Licentiously. They either are still bound by the rules or they abuse the rules because of the freedom that grace brings.

For most of the first 6 chapters Paul has had the religious people in view and that is why he has had to focus on justification by faith. Religion is an enemy of grace and for Paul (and what should be for us), anything that is an enemy of grace must be hit head on. Because of this, the law seemingly has taken a beating (3:21; 4:13-15; 5:20; 6:14) and there is an obvious question that Paul’s objectors are bringing to light. This is why Paul starts v7 out by saying “What then shall we say? That the law is sin?” He answers with the strongest and most emphatic negative statement in the Greek language: “By no means!” (μή γίνομαι). He then proceeds to defend why this is the case. (You see, a religious person’s view of the law is going to be skewed. Any time the law is viewed as a means for a person to work themselves towards meeting an unobtainable standard, they are missing the real purpose for why the law exists – This is why Paul has had to push back on the law).

In short, we must have the right perspective of what the law is and what it is intended to accomplish. God’s rules are there to point us to grace, to point us to Jesus. Paul says in v 12 that the law is holy, righteous and good. He says this because that is what our God is. The rules reveal God’s character. The rules also show us what sin is, they show us what our true condition is. And they contrast sin’s ugly to God’s beauty. The law must be filtered through grace and only through this can we have a true understanding of what a balanced perspective of the rules looks like.

Because let’s be real with each other; the law is demanding. It demands 100% complete obedience. Doesn’t James say “For whoever keeps the whole law but fails in one point has become accountable for all of it.”  And this leads to one conclusion for all of us law breakers (because you aren’t perfect are you?): death.

At the end of my sermon I referenced a song by my favorite band Thrice. The song is called “Words in the water” and the lyrics really reflect what Paul is stating in Romans 7. The song expresses these thoughts very eloquently by stating “I knew they’d lay me in my grave. Is there no one who could save me? I cried.” There is in fact somebody who can save us. Someone did come along and satisfy the demands that the law placed on humanity and now we have been offered life.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(This is the album art work for Thrice’s new album Major/Minor.)

 

 

Here are the lyrics to the last stanza of the song:

And when I lost all hope to look
Someone took that heavy book from my hands
All it’s weight they set aside
After they had satisfied it’s demands
I felt white and black reverse
And the lifting of a curse from my heart
Then like one receiving sight
I beheld a brilliant light in the dark

I gave you the condensed version of my sermon of course. If you want to watch it in its entirety you can right here:

Romans: Do the Rules Really Apply? from Aletheia Tampa on Vimeo.

Mini-Me Mondays (Naps With My Boys)

As a parent, there are a lot of those little things that I treasure with my rapidly growing-up boys. One of those little things that I know I will miss when they’re all grown up is taking naps with my little men. One day, I was watching Asher while doing work in my home office. Sometimes Ashlee has somewhere to be during the day and she can’t take Asher with her so I just bring him in my office and he plays while I work. This one particular day, I could tell he was tired. So we just laid down on the floor together and before I knew it, we were both fast asleep.

A couple weekends ago, while we were in Virginia, I took a moment (probably the day it snowed) to lay down with Drew. We fell asleep and Ashlee grabbed my phone and decided to capture the moment on film. So here’s a pic of me and my boy doing one of those little things together that I love so much. I don’t get to do it often, but when I do, I rejoice in it.

Friday Funny – Air Guitar

In 1992, my father, who had started a church and had been at that same church for 16 and a half years, left the church after some incredibly painful events and false accusations. That was an interesting time for our family and ended up putting us on the streets, eventually landing us on the side of my Aunt’s house in Mission Viejo (Orange County), California, living in a motor home. During that time my pops got hot on trying to find another job. Immediately, he was approached by 5 different churches who wanted to hire him as their pastor. Each church was unique but for the most part full of incredible people who loved Jesus. It’s just the methods that some of these churches were using to reach others were (shall we say) a bit dated, or at the very least, unorthodox.

For instance, one of these churches had an usher who was a little overweight and was passing out the offering plate with a shirt that was a bit short and didn’t quite cover his extremely huge belly. For a 14 year old kid, this was too much to handle. That same church had a deacon who got up to pray for said offering and proceeded to (before his prayer) let the congregation know that he got his suit off of a dead man. We weren’t sure what he meant by that. My thought at the time was “Did he exhume a body and steal the suit from a corpse, or did he attend an open casket funeral, love the suit the dead guy was wearing, wait for no one to be looking, and jack the suit?”. Still not sure to this day what he meant, but it was pretty hysterical.

The final straw was the church that my dad would end up pastoring at. This church was in a rural city just north of the San Diego County, Riverside County border. The church had been established in 1950 but had recently experienced a moral fall-out by their pastor. He got the boot of course and 30 people were left with really no leadership and a heap of baggage. But they were a bunch of incredibly sweet people. We walked in, were greeted and ended up choosing the first row to settle in for the service. That would end up being a mistake. You see, the worship band consisted of a lead female vocalist sporting a moo-moo dress over spandex (not the best call for her let alone anyone who is ushering people into God’s throne room through song on a Sunday morning). Her sub par vocals were accompanied by a drum machine, a bass guitar, an out-of-tune piano and (this was the best part)…a guy (actually the husband of moo-moo dress lady) was on the back of the stage rocking an (of all things) “air guitar”. Let me tell you, he was passionately rocking that thing. It was as if he had an actual electric guitar in his hands. Pops and I were so confused. We had never seen anything quite like what we were witnessing. In fact, nothing compared to the absurdity that we were viewing. But the dude was getting after it…shamelessly I might add.

So what do you think pops and I were doing as we were witnessing this? Of course, we were laughing…hard! My pops tried to do everything he could to get me to stop laughing (because then he would stop). He told me to bite my lip, close my eyes, focus on Jesus…whatever it took…he just wanted me to stop. And NOW you know why it was a bad idea to sit on the front row of a church of 30 people, on the day that my dad was preaching and candidating for a job that he needed so desperately. I pulled it together and thankfully we didn’t offend anyone. But it was funny. And it was something that I will never forget. Thankfully, when my dad took the job, he overhauled the worship ministry. He got rid of moo-moo dress wearing lady and her air guitar rocking husband.

When you grow up in a pastor’s home, you see crazy things…I’ll write a book one day to share all my experiences. For now, this one will have to suffice. Word to the wise, don’t rock an air guitar in your worship service. It’s a bad idea. Bad things happen like 14 year old boys who see it and can’t stop laughing.