Confessions about the Chaos

I was 5 seconds from confessing that I made a mistake in the way we did our stripped service today at New Passion.

But….I can’t confess making a mistake by being obedient to what I felt like God wanted us to do.

I felt God wanted us to do service the way we did service, so I have no apologies for that.

I found this statement by Perry Noble today as I was surfing through some of his old blog posts:

Leadership doesn’t mean we play it safe…it means we are the first to face our fears and embrace the unknown so that the path is cleared out for those who follow.

As the pastor I am always faced with an onslaught of two choices: 1. Obey or 2. Disobey. 1. Take risks or 2. Play it safe. 1. Do hard things or 2. Stick with what comes easy. And with each choice made, there is only one person responsible for making the right choice. Me. My leaders are responsible whether or not they follow well.

The service today was VERY unconventional for our church, but churches do “Family Services” all the time, while churches who have to meet in secret (I.E. Underground churches) consistently meet with the family together. BUT, here’s what I must confess….

  • I don’t completely think things through at times, so a couple of things caught me by surprise….
  • As a young child I attended service with my parents A LOT and I was taught to sit in a pew and listen or at least kneel in the pew and draw.
  • I never thought 15 kids would be running loose, I expected some noise and some movement, but I imagined kids would physically be with their parents (like our first family service last year).
  • Since I never imagined kids would be running wild, we didn’t have a plan in place to prevent that kind of chaos.
  • I am not convinced that my whole team was completely on-board with this decision, much less the entire church, I saw a few people VERY Uncomfortable, but that’s why I have to make these decisions. Some people may have enjoyed the chaos to try and ‘teach me a lesson‘ to not pull something off as crazy as this again. It’s clear to me everyone has not grasped the vision of what we are doing when they have to take a dismissive stance on what’s taking place. It’s basically saying, “Blame the pastor…don’t blame me!
  • So I did make a mistake and that was a lack of planning and a lack of instruction in the beginning to ask parents to keep their kids with them in their possession (part of my defense is being in the middle of the ocean without phone or internet access for the last 7 days).
  • Saying that, I am 100% happy we did the service the way we did it and I think it was the right thing to do!

So, we live and we learn on the rest of it ๐Ÿ™‚

Here’s what I hope was the outcome of the service:

  1. I hope people were uncomfortable. Sometimes it requires us to touch the stove when it’s hot to believe we’ll get burned. Sometimes we have to ‘show’ people what we are talking about through the discomfort of reality.
  2. I hope everyone gained a new respect for the various children environments that we offer every Sunday morning and the “extra” elements that our team work hard to provide (I.E. Information banners and tables, Coffee and refreshments in the Cafe, Etc.)
  3. I especially hope that people grasp the vision that our PassionKidz environments are a huge tool both in leading children to a passionate relationship with Jesus as well as adults. This is why it’s important to have committed workers every week in these areas.
  4. I hope people understand that whether we are a huge crowd or a small group, we are missing the point if we walk away or send people away saying MORE about the band or the pastor or any other ministry environment instead of declaring, “The Lord- He is God!” (1 Kings 18:39)
  5. I hope people grasp the fact that outside of Jesus…everything else might be ‘good’ (Lights, Band, Graphics, Video, Etc.) but it’s not ‘essential.’

I am excited about the growth we’ve experienced at New Passion but I don’t want it to be growthย  based on our talent alone, I want it to be growth produced by the Holy Spirit moving in people’s lives. Jesus calls us to a life of carrying our cross and yielding ourselves to Him and His way…that’s a very unpopular and uncomfortable message. Jesus had a lot of observers, but few engagers. I pray the Holy Spirit leads people our way who are willing to make Jesus their primary focus and will abandon comfort for the sake of the gospel. As David Platt says in his book Radical, Jesus Christ was the youngest minichurch pastor in history. Many liked the idea of being one of his disciples, but few were willing to pay the cost. As any pastor, I hope we continue to grow, but I hope it’s in a way that pleases the Lord.

So my prayer for New Passion is that we would be so in tune with the Holy Spirit and be so willing to allow him to have HIS way that our people and those who come through our doors will walk away saying, “The Lord – He is God!”

P.S. The Grove and The Ridge (and the Cafe) will be in full operation next week ๐Ÿ™‚

Kids and Cameras: Meet Gavin

Nicki found these video clips from Gavin the other day on her digital camera. I combined the two for Gavin’s first episode of G TV. Apparently, when we are not around he feels liberated to video whatever is on his mind. This may be fun in years to come?! ๐Ÿ™‚

Family Adventures at 4 a.m.

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Usually you wake up from a nightmare. Last night, I woke up and walked right into one.

I heard some scuffling in the hallway at 4 a.m. and that usually means that Tristan is awake and trying to covertly sneak into our bedroom to get into our bed. Last night, I think God woke me up, because He’s cool like that. Most of the time, Tristan wakes up because his covers have fallen off and he is cold. I can simply take him back to his room (usually from our bed), cover him up and he is fine until his covers fall off again. Last night was a different story.

I walked into the hallway and saw Tristan standing there with a puppy dog look on his face as if something was wrong. The hallway light was off, but the bathroom light was on, giving me just enough glimpse of his face. I said, “Hey buddy, what’s wrong?” Immediately, as I walked towards him I was hit with the worst poop smell I had ever smelled, so I knew he was awake because he pooped in his diaper. So, I asked the question I already knew the answer to, “Did you poopy your diaper?” As he replied with a ‘yes‘ nod, I stepped in something wet. I quickly turned on the light to see a trail of liquid poop all over the hallway floor, and I had stepped all in it!

Nicki is probably tougher than I am. She would have probably let me sleep and taken on the poop monster and his mess alone, but I could see that God was using this moment in our lives to help us build team work. It didn’t take me long to jump into the tub to wash off my feet and get Tristan situated on a towel before I called my teammate in life to give me a hand. I would have hated for us to miss out on this team building exercise straight from God himself! We quickly discovered Tristan’s adventure for us started in his bed with what appeared to be a nuclear explosion, leaked all across his carpet, and then downloaded into the hallway floor and trailed behind him as he made his way towards our room. I quickly became thankful that God #1 woke me up before Tristan made it to our room and climbed into our bed and #2 that we have hardwood floors in our hallway. Nicki and I were able to crawl back into bed around 4:45 a.m. this morning after a bath for Tristan, laundry for the sheets, covers, and towels; and a lovely adventure of cleaning up poop laden carpet and flooring. Why do these things happen when its about an hour to an hour and a half before its time to wake up? Why not midnight? When we have several more hours to sleep? I guess I’ll never understand the timing of the early morning family adventures!

Join the Conversation: What’s one of your favorite early morning family adventures?

Happy Birthday Gavin!!!

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My little “oldest” son Gavin turns 6 years old today! I must say that I am extremely thankful to God for giving Gavin 6 healthy years of life, for protecting him in ways we’ve known (through a horrible car accident 3 years ago) and in ways that we will never know. I am thankful that the Lord has given Gavin abilities that some children do not have as well as gifts and passions such as art, soccer, and doing anything creative that comes to his mind.

I love my boy. I love how he thinks he is strong enough to beat me up, how he helps his younger brother Tristan, how he hugs me in the morning, before he goes to school, before he goes to bed, and just because. I love that his way of showing me love sometimes is a drawing or doing something out of his passions and gifts. I love to watch him get excited about something and watch his words get scrambled trying to explain what he’s excited about. I love his faith and purity in believing that Iron Man would answer his invite to his birthday party. I love to hear him pray at meals and before bed, especially when he prays for the “sick, the hungry, and the poor” – I think you could understand that I could go on and on all day about all the ways I love Gavin, so I’ll stop here, however…

I have to admit that as I think about Gavin turning 6, it is a little saddening to me as well. I use to hate hearing adults say, “It seems like it was yesterday…” But, the fact is, that is reality, especially once you become a parent. Time flies by, years literally seem like days, and as I reflect back on 6 years with Gavin, I realize that the next 6 years will be here in what seems like a few days. If I had my way, I would not let him grow up anymore. Even though children are challenging to raise, I don’t want to lose what I have with my son where he is now. I will no longer have a 5 year old Gavin, and reality stinks sometimes!

So while I am joyful for the life my child has been blessed with and who he is as a person…I am a little disappointed that I no longer have him at 5. Happy Birthday Gavin!!!

Perspectives

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I always find myself taking things in life for granted, or overlooking how blessed I am because of minor issues that I allow to be bigger than what they really are. I think when we start looking at things in their proper perspectives, we are able to see the truth of how blessed and how good many of us have it.

For instance, this morning I am standing in the kitchen drinking a glass of tea (the kind with no sugar in it) and taking my array of daily pills. We live in a small home (especially with 5 people) so the only place we can fit our cereal boxes are on top of the refrigerator. I just happened to look at them and think, “Wow, we have a lot of cereal!” But to really put things into perspective, we probably have more food just in cereal than many children do in a year in third world countries. Yet, my children will complain if they don’t get the cereal they like, or if we are out of their favorite kind. I wonder how excited the kids who barely have anything to eat would be to get just 1 box of cereal? I then got a little downtime (finally) today to go visit some other blogs, and I was given another perspective on my life…

The reason I have not had time to visit other blogs is because our stupid website hosting company (no names, 1&1) sent my wife’s domain name to be deleted instead of for transfer to another company, I guess that’s their way of saying, “We’ll show you to leave our company!” I spent a week and a half with their tech support, whom you cannot understand ( I think they are a mix of arabic and chinese) trying to get the domain name restored and transferred to the new company. Once that was complete, I have been trying to rebuild the site for her to get her business back up and running. My bed times this week have been, 1:30 am, 2:30 am, 3:40 am, and 3:50 am before getting up between 6:30 and 7:00ish to go to work. I thought my last couple of weeks were pretty bad, but then I was reminded of what my friends Dan and Stephanie Gould deal with constantly with one of their children, Jackson. They’ve been in the hospital 5 times since September due to a cesure condition their son has. Personally, I would take a crashed website and early mornings trying to fix it, than having to see my son helplessly deal with the issues Jackson does, and to have him subjexcted to the tests and the probes from the Hospitals. Dan and Stephanie are much stronger than me, and their story helps me realize that my life is not as bad as it may seem…it could always be worst! (I’m not saying they have a bad life, just that they are having to endure more than my situation with the website).

Join the Conversation: What helps you keep your life in proper perspective? How could the world be different if we all had the right focus?