What COVID 19 Reveals

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This is why small churches matter and we must help them revitalize!

This is why we need to plant new churches.

 And it’s NOT COVID19. (I’ll explain at the end!)

I know. I get it, church planting is not a popular topic of conversation right now, but I’m going to argue it should be. As I’ve watched and been part of local churches seeking to adapt and carry on mission in this crisis, something I thought I knew has become something I know that I know that I know: Small churches must revitalize and new churches must be planted.

If you serve in leadership at a small church or large church, please hear me out!

A large church can be a beautiful thing. Drawing people from cities and neighborhoods miles away is exciting and much has been and is being done through mega-churches. I’m not critical of the church growth movement. I praise God for the work of so many who led millions to Christ over the last thirty years or more, but it’s a different day. Large churches we really need you to give birth! Small churches, you are where you are by Divine appointment, don’t give up!

I pastor a church more than one thousand people call home. (I’d love it if they’d all show up at the same time!) They come from more than fifty neighborhoods and towns. Some drive quite a distance to get here and I am grateful they do, but as a leadership team we have known for several years if we were going to be faithful to our calling, we had to get closer to the people God’s called us to reach. The truth is we are spread pretty thin when trying to respond to fifty different neighborhoods and towns. We’re just too far away! There are many churches like ours across the country who need to reverse the flow of growth and multiply. Small church we need you!

Every community needs a vibrant church. Every neighborhood needs a Body of Believers shining lights in dark times. Every local mayor needs a pastor to call when they need volunteers or help. Every local school administrator needs the support of Christ followers who have their backs during difficult times. Every hospital… you get the idea. And…here’s the thing, every community CAN have a vibrant church! What would happen if large and small churches were networked in such a way as to help every church reach its full redemptive potential?

Our vision is to leverage the resources of a large church with the personality and proximity of a small church to develop the church where it’s needed most…right down the block. Banks do it. Why can’t the church?

When God dropped that thought on me in 2008, I wasn’t sure what it meant. I do now. Our vision must be greater. Our egos need to die.

Since you’ve read this far, allow me to make one additional proposition before I wrap up. I believe every town or neighborhood needs a Church of the Nazarene (COTN). (Hang with me if you’re not part of the COTN.)

The COTN is a small part of the Body of Christ. We are called to play a role, tell the story from our perspective, and teach what we’ve learned and believe.

We are not better nor worse than other churches or church movements. We don’t have more figured out than others do. We’re just US, but US matters.

The COTN has a job to do and God has uniquely formed us, just like He has everyone else, to do what we’re all called to do.

We will reach and disciple people others won’t, and others will reach and disciple people we won’t.

We aren’t competing with other churches.

If you think there are too many churches in America, check the data. Not true. We were born to take our place in the Body and stand beside our brothers and sisters in Christ who have a different name on the door, but serve the same Jesus. None of us are perfect, but all of us are important. Just like our brothers and sisters in Christ all around us, what we do, our perspective, matters. If you’re reading this from a non-denom or different tribe than the COTN I hope you hear me, we need you!

And it’s NOT COVID19.

The “this” I’m talking about isn’t COVID 19, but COVID 19 has helped me see it better.

I pray COVID 19 will eventually pass or we’ll adjust to it as a new member of our virus family. Our hospitals will adapt, our scientists will find medicines, our bodies will develop antibodies and we’ll likely survive. I pray for and am thankful for all of those fighting the battle on the front line and we stand ready to grieve with those who grieve. However, the “this” I’m speaking of isn’t the pandemic we’re facing today. It’s the pandemic people are facing every day when they face life without Christ.

Aside from this pandemic, people die every day alone and without hope. There are families being broken, young people sticking needles in their arm, children are being abused, babies are being aborted, and senior citizens living alone and believing they are unloved every day. Somewhere a single mom or dad is about to give up. Someone commits suicide in the USA just under every 12 minutes. Far too many people live their entire lives without stepping into the Kingdom already here. God help us.

So, here’s the “this” I’m talking about: “The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full. I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.” (John 10:10)

The fact lives are being stolen is not alright with Jesus.

Large church leaders, have your church take a pregnancy test! God wants to multiply your work!

Small church leaders, stay the course if you’re healthy and commit to revitalization (whatever the cost) if you’re not! We need you.

 Peace.

Gifts Without Grace are Dead

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"Hey Brian, can I coach you for a few minutes?"

With those words Dr. Crawford Howe (15 years ago) began to painfully instill wisdom into me that has changed my life.

"Giftedness and gracefulness are two very different things. Gifts without grace make the most talented people ineffective in leadership. They cannot work with a team, they are arrogant, they are too smart to submit to leadership, they stop learning making what they have learned in the past worthless, they speak when they should be listening, they pout, they may be loud but no one is listening and no one wants to follow them. Eventually they walk away (or are asked to step away) from the table. I don't want you to be that person."

Flood me with grace so as to redeem the gifts you've given me from the flesh that doesn't want to shut up.

Notes from a conversation with Dr. Crawford Howe 15 years ago. These are not quotes, but summaries.

The Guy At The Gate

Hey Wangler, there’s a guy at the gate for you.

Hey Wangler, there’s a guy at the gate for you.

The Gate. Jesus is not trying to back door his way into your life. He will come in by the gate. He’s a front door Savior. If you let him in you’ll discover He IS the gate. No deception. No pretending. No bait and switch. He’s not trying to get a foot in the door, he wants to call you out of it, but ultimately it’s your call.

 (Here’s kinda how He worded it to me.)

 Hey Brian, I’m Jesus.

Yup, the Son of God, Messiah, Your’ Redeemer, Good Shepherd, the Lion of Judah and all that.

Okay, it’s time to go. You’ve been in this pen long enough. It stinks and is too small. Is there even a bathroom back there?

Before we go there’s a few things you need to know. This is a big-boy journey. On one hand, it won’t be about you. Yeah I know, sheep hate that part. On the other hand, if you don’t make it about you I can do things that will leave you believing at the end of the day it was all about you. Trust me.

You’ll need to get good at washing feet, turning the other cheek, going the extra mile, listening more than talking, admitting when you’re wrong, and shutting up when you’re right.

Now don’t misunderstand me, I’m about to take you on the journey of a lifetime. You will pasture in unbelievable places and experience amazing moments. You will see things you never imagined. We will laugh. We will cry. You will get lost, but I will come find you. You’ll make it your life’s mission to bump heads and I’ll make it mine to put oil on yours and everyone you bump into. I will watch over you every step of the way. We will help people and a bunch of people will help us.

Hear me. Now get this: If you follow me you will live your very best life, and you’ll love the way it ends, actually it won’t end…but what follows will make this decision look ridiculously easy in hindsight.  

 So what do you think?

You in?

1 “Very truly I tell you Pharisees, anyone who does not enter the sheep pen by the gate, but climbs in by some other way, is a thief and a robber. 2 The one who enters by the gate is the shepherd of the sheep. 3 The gatekeeper opens the gate for him, and the sheep listen to his voice. He calls his own sheep by name and leads them out. (John 10:1-3)

 

 

 

 

A 226 Word Reminder For 2020

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This will be a faith journey from first to last. Destiny is not discovered on a map. Destiny is carved out of a mountain. To become who you are destined to become will require faith every step of the way. And that’s hard, because some steps are easier than others. Starting out is easy when you have little to lose. Daring to risk what you’ve gained for yourself in order to be faithful to secure what you’re called to gain for others can be terrifying. Most don’t.

Do not sabotage your Gospel story by thinking you’ve arrived at a place where faith is no longer required and you can live by sight. If you live by sight you’ll stop. You’ll stagnate. And the dream you’re called to live will die. One-hundred-percent of the time, the dream you’re called to live will die if you live by sight. So, discern faith from recklessness. Differentiate between resilience and stubbornness. Pull up your Gospel big-boy/girl pants. Know in whom and what you believe. Fix your eyes on Jesus. Thank God for the opportunity to really live because most don’t, and then go all in.

“For in the gospel a righteousness from God is revealed, a righteousness that is by faith from first to last, just as it is written: ‘The righteous will live by faith.’” (Romans 1:17)

Beau's Place And Mine

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Just a head’s up. The dog doesn’t die.

We have two large dogs. Beau and Bentley. I love both these dogs even though my wife misspelled Bo’s name, but that’s another story. (I was thinking “Bo Knows,” and she was thinking about some southern gentlemen from the movies. Our Beau turned out to be neither.)

Beau has too much happy inside him. Every morning is Christmas to Beau. He circles, barks, jumps, and runs downstairs like he’s expecting presents. Christmas comes more than once a year for Beau. In Beau’s world, the church bells ring every time we return having left the room. Like he thought I wasn’t coming back, Beau will greet me from a 5 minute restroom break with something resembling the final scene in “It’s A Wonderful Life.” Having been totally convinced I was gone forever, he is filled with surprise and joy at my return.

On one hand it’s a pain. Beau’s over one hundred pounds and has a loud bark that can be unnerving. On the other, it’s good to be missed and great to be reminded that each day is a new one! In those moments of crazy love Beau just can’t contain himself. To bring order to chaos, Lindy will immediately begin to encourage him to “go to your place.” Bo’s place is his dog bed. He knows the command and usually obeys it, at least eventually. What results is a happy dog who ends up with a treat for obeying the command which he savors believing all is finally right with the world.

I was thinking about life: good moments, bad moments, and everything in between. Moments of victory and moments of defeat. Moments of joy and moments of loss. There are times when happy takes over and others when sadness comes in like a flood bringing chaos and confusion. Both can leave me spinning.

And I was thinking about my “place.” There is a place I need to go to when my heart takes over my head in joy or sadness. I’ve found it, my place, I mean; gratitude. If in whatever is going on I can get to gratitude, I’ll avoid a ton of other bad places; despair, loneliness, arrogance or pride.

Feeling overwhelmed with joy? Be grateful. Feeling loss? In the words of Dr. Seuss, “Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.” Begin the journey to gratitude. I know it may take a while to get there and please know I’m not minimizing the difficult moments in life with a platitude. Well, I kind of am…but don’t mean to. Gratitude is much more than platitude. It’s a gift of God for emotion filled souls. When I can’t get there, I try to lean there and eventually can find it.

There is a sweetness that comes in loss when the sweetness of what happened is savored! It’s not a silver bullet and I’ve already acknowledged it may take some time to find it, but lean that way and it might find you.

 Peace.

What Sowers Know #5

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What Sowers Know #5

Sowers must remember what they don’t know.

What might become of this seed?

Conjecture can cause hesitation or even lead the sower to give up on the soil.

It barely seems worth it.

The opposition is so strong and the weeds so thick.

The winds seem to scatter before the seed hits the ground.

Nothing will grow here.

The seed and time feel wasted.

Wait!

Who told you that?

The sower must remember what they don’t know.

This seed is from God.

Only God knows what will come of it.

A few fish could feed thousands.

Water can turn into wine.

Persecutors of Jesus often become grateful pursuers of Jesus.

Oaks of righteousness often grow in unexpected places.

And the God who knows has asked the sower to sow.

Right here.

Right now.

So sow, sower.

So serve, servant.

So teach, teacher.

So preach, preacher.

So lead, leader.

So pray, prayer warrior.

Sowers must remember what they don’t know.

What might become of this seed?

(Ecclesiastes 11:6)

What Sowers Know #4 There Will Be Tears

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What The Sower Knows #4

There will be tears.

Seeds are planted in sunshine but take root in darkness.

Some will never take root.

Sow anyway.

Sometimes tears will be the only moisture the seeds you’ve planted will know.

Let them fall and keep sowing.

Sometimes there will be divisive people following you attempting to dig up seed.

Wipe your tears and keep sowing.

Often you will sow into headwinds to a choir of critics.

Lean into the wind, ignore the critics, focus your heart, strengthen your resolve, and keep sowing.

Sometimes the soil just won’t accept the seed.

There’s nothing you can do about that; sow anyway.

I remember people who sowed into me though my heart was hard.

I can see their faces; my brother Bill, my sister, Lynn, my parents.

Others: Dale Campbell, Sister Harris, Jerry Short, Randy Hird, Mike Stipp, and many more.

Those names may mean nothing to you, but they mean everything to me.

If they had not been willing to sow in tears, they would not have been able to sow into me.

Who sowed through tears in you?

There will be tears.

Seeds are planted in sunshine but take root in darkness.

Some will never take root.

But some will.

I did.

Keep sowing.

(Psalm 126)

Interview with Carey Nieuwhof

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This is a couple of years old, but I just linked it to the website. The interview came about as a result of a brief conversation I had with Reggie Joiner around 2004. We took a group of leaders from the church in Ottawa (Now Crossbridge Community) to Northpoint in Atlanta for a Weekend at Northpoint conference. On Monday before we left we enjoyed a sit down along with about 30 other attendees with Reggie Joiner.

Reggie recognized 15 of us were from the same church and were committed to refocussing an 80 year old congregation. He smiled and asked "Does the pastor know you're here?" They laughed and pointed at me. "You know what you're doing is extremely difficult, right?," he asked. I shook my head and then bragged on the team who were present and on the church back home. We talked for a few minutes and then he said, "If you survive let me know."

The next few years were amazing at Ottawa. We grew, launched one of the first Nazarene video campuses in the midwest, participated in a couple of church plants, and brought the Peru campus onboard for a year of renewal sending several of our families over to join them.

Several times I tried to contact Reggie to no avail. A few years ago our Children's Pastor Evan Offut was taking a team to the Orange conference and at a staff meeting prior I said, “Hey, tell Reggie he owes me a conversation.” She returned with his private email address. (Thank you, Pastor Evan.) I sent him the story and he responded by referring me to Carey. Carey reached out to me and I thought my friends were playing a joke. It wasn’t a joke. Though I’ve never been comfortable with the title, the conversation may be helpful to those of you who are pastoring in small settings or just going through a rough time. Enjoy.

What Sowers Know #3 Till The Soil

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What Sowers Know #3

God has given you ground, a place and people to grow.

With the ground he has given you seed.

But please consider the soil before you plant.

A sower knows the soil must be prepared if the seed is to take root.

Tilling takes time.

Sometimes the soil with its weeds and rocks is stubborn.

The place you are assigned may be hard and dry.

But it’s where God has placed you and he wants to grow something or someone there.

He knows the potential you cannot see and isn’t overly concerned with your appraisal.

There will be weeds to pull and stones to unearth.

But earth is earth and hearts are hearts; both divinely created to be tilled.

Don’t give up.

Be curious about the soil and patient with the heart.

Sincere questions till the soil of a hard heart.

So do acts of service.

Kindness breaks up chunks of preconceived ideas.

Determined generosity destroys the appearance of greed.

Respect goes a long way in digging up rocks of condescension.

Transparency and humility kill weeds that would strangle what the seed would grow.

Plain old resilience softens soil sometimes.

The Holy Spirit is working in and on your ground.

As you till, watch for the place he opens in the soil of a human heart.

A question.

A request.

A tear.

A smile.

A confession.

A plea.

These might all be openings for you to plant the seed.

In the meantime, keep tilling.

God has given you ground, a people and place to grow.

What Sowers Know #2

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For all my friends out there who have committed to making a difference in their world. Recently, I’ve been thinking about (Psalm 126) and the concept of sowing seed in leadership throughout the Bible. These thoughts have led to a series of very short posts I hope will encourage and maybe challenge you. Sow on.

Put the hammer down.

This will be about sowing and reaping.

Not about triumphs and takeovers.  

Sudden breakthroughs are wonderful, but rare.

Enjoy the heck out of them when they come, but don’t get angry when the don’t.

Most of the time a seed planted takes root and small, sometimes invisible growth happens.

I know, I hate it too.

It’s why I’d rather build something than grow something.

Builders control growth, gardeners don’t control much except care of the soil and the seed.

I prefer to control, God prefers to grow.

I prefer a hammer to a garden rake any day.

Hammers are almost worthless in the garden except for building structures plants can grow on and fences to protect them from predators, at which point they are very necessary, but I digress.

Weeds have to be pulled not beaten to death.

At the end of the day churches and ministries aren’t built; they grow.

Think about it.

I have never led someone to Christ (breakthrough) who someone before me had not already significantly impacted (planted seed, watered, pulled a bunch of weeds.)

As a matter of fact, when they testify later, my friends often refer more to the former than the latter.

They say things about their conversion moment like, “I don’t remember what the preacher preached.”

Does that mean the sermon or teaching was without significance?

No.

It means what the sermon harvested was a seed someone long before had faithfully planted.

I’ve led multiple churches through more outreaches and evangelistic endeavors than I care to recount.

I dressed like Barney the Dinosaur once (In August) and chased children across a parking lot to tell them about Jesus and get their address so we could follow up.

I’d have paid you to hit me with a hammer that day.

I believe God honors our best efforts and we absolutely should give them, so keep working!

But manage your expectations and remember it’s about growing something instead of building something.

Seldom do things work out the way I thought they would, but they do work out.

Therefore, don’t get angry or frustrated with the soil or doubt the seed.

Let me rephrase that; WHEN you get angry or frustrated with the soil and doubt the seed…

Stop it!

This will be about sowing and reaping.

Not about triumphs and takeovers.

Put the hammer down.

(1 Corinthians 3:6-9)