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Many today have an unhealthy love affair with everything John Piper writes. I am humbly learning how not to, as Scot McKnight would say, see things only through the lens of my “maestros.” But the following is just solid, pastoral thinking on the issue of exposure to edgier cultural forms…

And that Piper has said it doesn’t mean that if you are not a conservative, reformed, “glory of God” type of Jesus-follower, this doesn’t apply to you. Listen to me, it does. I believe this is one of the most important issues for many of the “younger evangelicals” who have swung towards a version of cultural syncretism with very little discernment or worse, blurred the lines of holiness for the sake of “understanding culture.”

Don’t misunderstand me. Some are called to things that most Christians couldn’t and frankly, probably shouldn’t, i.e., xxxChurch. This is a unique and specific calling that takes tons of accountability, boundaries, and discernment. I believe if Jesus were around today, he wouldn’t hesitate to be seen with someone from the adult film industry.

The truth is, I LOVE mainstream cultural art forms – probably too much. I have consumed my fair share of it to truly say, as Solomon did, “there is nothing new under the sun.” And in my pursuit of it, I have found, as Piper says in the following post, a “deadening” of my “capacities for joy in Jesus.”

Please read a portion of his recent post, “Why I Don’t Have a Television and Rarely Go to Movies” and ask God to show you how you can love Him more so you can relate to culture:

I think relevance in preaching hangs very little on watching movies, and I think that much exposure to sensuality, banality, and God-absent entertainment does more to deaden our capacities for joy in Jesus than it does to make us spiritually powerful in the lives of the living dead. Sources of spiritual power—which are what we desperately need—are not in the cinema. You will not want your biographer to write: Prick him and he bleeds movies.

If you want to be relevant, say, for prostitutes, don’t watch a movie with a lot of tumbles in a brothel. Immerse yourself in the gospel, which is tailor-made for prostitutes; then watch Jesus deal with them in the Bible; then go find a prostitute and talk to her. Listen to her, not the movie. Being entertained by sin does not increase compassion for sinners.

There are, perhaps, a few extraordinary men who can watch action-packed, suspenseful, sexually explicit films and come away more godly. But there are not many. And I am certainly not one of them.

I have a high tolerance for violence, high tolerance for bad language, and zero tolerance for nudity. There is a reason for these differences. The violence is make-believe. They don’t really mean those bad words. But that lady is really naked, and I am really watching. And somewhere she has a brokenhearted father.

I’ll put it bluntly. The only nude female body a guy should ever lay his eyes on is his wife’s. The few exceptions include doctors, morticians, and fathers changing diapers. “I have made a covenant with my eyes; how then could I gaze at a virgin?” (Job 31:1). What the eyes see really matters. “Everyone who looks at a woman to desire her has already committed adultery with her in his heart” (Matthew 5:28). Better to gouge your eye than go to hell (verse 29).

Brothers, that is serious. Really serious. Jesus is violent about this. What we do with our eyes can damn us. One reason is that it is virtually impossible to transition from being entertained by nudity to an act of “beholding the glory of the Lord.” But this means the entire Christian life is threatened by the deadening effects of sexual titillation.

All Christ-exalting transformation comes from “beholding the glory of Christ.” “Beholding the glory of the Lord, [we] are being transformed into the same image from one degree of glory to another” (2 Corinthians 3:18). Whatever dulls the eyes of our mind from seeing Christ powerfully and purely is destroying us. There is not one man in a thousand whose spiritual eyes are more readily moved by the beauty of Christ because he has just seen a bare breast with his buddies.


re:create day 1

It’s day 2 of re:create here but I thought I’d recap yesterday’s festivities…

The evening started out with a meet & greet @ O’More College of Design in downtown Franklin. What a great space! The event was in one of the mansions on the campus. There are about 100 folks here, intimate and personal, and we just connected and had drinks. I met up with my old friend, Alexis Cruz, from my days in Truth. He is married to MBU and SpiritWing alum, Angela Harrelson – also a Truth alum…

We then headed to SOL on Main, a swanky Mexican restaurant in downtown Franklin again. Mango & roasted pecan salad, shrimp + goat cheese crepes, wow. Had a great convo with Drew Cline, worship pastor at Journey Church here in Franklin, the space where re:create is being held, a part of a cool area called The Factory

The evening was rounded out with some amazing jazz by the Adam Nitti band at The Factory. Probably the best jazz group I’ve ever heard. The edge of creativity with a great sense of melody, playfulness, and killer chops. All believers. Led by the Spirit. Yes, it was praise and worship…

Here is a taste of Adam’s stuff:



Oh yeah, Matthew Ward is here. Yes, of 2nd Chapter of Acts. One of the most phenomenal voices I’ve ever heard. I hope we get to hear him sing…



It’s a bit surreal to be back in my old stomping grounds but good for my soul.

For example, sitting behind me now is Don Donahue, the head of Rocketown Records, who was at my showcase back in ’02. The showcase was the height of my time here and at the same time, a once open door that closed in a dramatic way as to lead me back to local church ministry…

The leader of this whole deal, Randy Elrod, was the worship leader at The People’s Church, where Holly and I attended when we lived here; probably one of the most influential worship leaders I’ve had the privilege to sit under. I wasn’t even a part of the worship team. I was a worshipper. And it changed my life…

Nashville was a place of deep great growth personally, spiritually, and artistically. I’m reminded of the season of life here in the early 2000s when I grew in breadth like I had never before.

But I’m here to grow forward in this season of my life. And the Maker of all the seasons of my life is here. As He was when I was here eight years ago…


I am sitting in a St. Louis Bread Co. on the Delmar Loop in University City…

I’m surrounded by students from nearby Washington University, business professionals, artists, the urban poor, bohemians.

I’m a block away from such landmarks such as Vintage Vinyl, The Pageant, Blueberry Hill, The Tivoli Theatre, Fitz’s, and the St. Louis Walk of Fame.

I’m about a mile northeast from my home church community, The Journey @ Hanley Road.

The Loop is a microcosm of urban America. It is a melting pot for cultures, races, ages, socio-economic classes, etc. As for St. Louis, this is one of the most eclectic and vibrant spots in the Lou. The street life alone is amazing.

So why am I here? Because I’m convicted. I’m not living the Great Commission and the Great Commandment like I should. At least to the level I think God expects.

I’m a mile away from the church I attend and I feel like my worship has terminated on itself. Why isn’t it propelling me out into the surrounding community? I’m trying to face these questions head on.

So I’m here. To be a missionary. Commissioned by God. The Loop needs Jesus. And I pray I can be a shining light here…

I am painfully aware on my first day here that the task is a God task. It would be much easier to start some sort of an attractional event that would bring people to me. But that skips the most important step: relationships.

Relationships that form deep, lasting change. Working through the uncomfortableness of talking to strangers. Gaining their trust. Earning their respect. Answering their real-life questions + doubts. Making the Gospel attractive to them.

There is no hiding behind a pulpit here. And let’s be honest, we like to hide behind our pulpits, our blogs, our knowledge, our offices – rather than get out and put action behind our platitudes about missional living. Cred doesn’t come from talking about it. It comes from doing it. That’s why I’m here.

I have no illusions that incarnational ministry is gritty. I can feel the residue already on my soul. But this is where the rubber meets the road. Jesus was a friend of sinners. He went to people. He didn’t expect them to come to Him. Jesus embodied lived theology. It isn’t enough to just know these things. They must be lived…

So I’m praying for the Lord to move. To move me…

I’m praying for the gentleman sitting in front of me reading the Post-Dispatch.

I’m praying for the trio of business professionals sitting to the left of me planning a restaurant grand opening.

I’m praying for the young female student behind me who is engrossed in her studies.

I’m praying for the four young African-American ‘skaters’ sitting to my left.

I’m praying for the homeless man sittting behind me who is eating bread and butter – probably his only meal today.

God, my heart is broken. I pray for opportunities to be Christ to the people at the Loop. Help me see where you are at work. Give me your eyes and your ears. Give me the courage to speak and the words to say. This is your work. May your will be done…


honoring don haskins

“He was the John Wayne of basketball.”

-Source unknown

Last Sunday, Don Haskins, the former legendary coach of the UTEP men’s basketball team passed away. And passing with it, an even more legendary and enduring legacy.

Writing about Haskins, Andy Katz of ESPN highlighted this:

“He changed the sport forever when he was the first coach at a major college level to start five African-Americans in a championship game in 1966. That team defeated an all-white Kentucky team for the title.”

Haskin’s legacy will fly under the radar for many in America. But in this unprecedented time where the first African-American has been elevated to a presidential nomination, we would do well to remember that this unparalleled rise would not be possible – in part – without this Midwesterner’s countercultural courage back in 1966.

Yes, the ascent to this historic nomination can be traced back to a basketball court in College Park, Maryland.

It can be traced back to the rear of a bus in Montgomery, Alabama.

It can be traced back to the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.

It can be traced back to a proclamation on emancipation.

Regardless of your political leanings, we should find a sense of pride in where we find ourselves today. For some, I’m sure it feels like a giant leap. For others, it feels like a baby step.

But for both, let us not forget there is much more work to be done for us to be blind to color and begin to see the dignity in us all. God help us…

Read the rest of Katz’s story here: Haskins remembered as John Wayne of basketball


the year of the nudge

This last Saturday, I had the privilege to serve and worship alongside 40 MBU students – who make up our traveling ministry groups – at Cornerstone Farms in St. Jacob, IL for our first annual all-MBU ministry group retreat.

It’s pretty amazing to think about the ministry that is done by these groups. Last school year, our groups ministered in over 100 churches/youth groups/events in the Midwest and beyond. Next year, SpiritWing – the group I direct – will celebrate its 25th anniversary. These students are the cream of the crop on campus at MBU.

As for the retreat, we served Cornerstone Saturday morning by doing a variety of service projects. We grilled hamburgers and hot dogs for lunch. We played games in the afternoon. And we closed out the day by a short devotion from myself, hearing the amazing testimonies of Dave and Cortland Hendrick – the owners of Cornerstone – and worshiping through a ‘concert of prayer’ for our campus and future ministry.

During my time with the students, I ‘declared’ this school year as “The Year of the Nudge” for all our MBU ministry groups. The idea of the “nudge” comes from a little devotion from J.I. Packer’s devotional book, Knowing and Doing the Will of God. The devotion is from January 16 and uses the text from 2 Corinthians 13:5.

Unpacking the text, Packer says:

Impressions belong to the authentic reality of Christian living. When we have a “vision” or “burden” for something, we are testifying to an impression, and when our concern is biblically proper we are right to treat our impression as a nudge from the Holy Spirit.

I challenged the students to be aware of the Spirit’s leading this year as they step into ministry. And to obey the ‘nudge.’ It means God is at work and He wants us to join Him…

Here were some other big ideas I shared with the students, jumping off of Packer’s thoughts:

* God doesn’t add members to a team accidentally
* God builds a team to match the assignment
* God builds a team, gives it an assignment, and equips the team to carry out the assignment
* You should pay close attention to the people God adds to your team
* When you find out where the Master is, then you will know that is where you need to be
* A tender and sensitive heart will be ready to respond to God at the slightest prompting
* God has not changed. He still speaks to His people
* If you have trouble hearing God speak, you are in trouble at the very heart of your Christian experience
* The moment God speaks to you is the very moment God wants me to respond to Him
* The moment God speaks to you is God’s timing
* God develops my character to match the assignment He has for me
* He has a right to interrupt your life. He is Lord. When you accepted Him as Lord, you gave Him the right to help Himself to your life any time He wants
* When God speaks, your response requires faith and obedience
* Obedience is the outward expression of your love of God
* If you have an obedience problem, you have a love problem
* When God gives a commandment, He is not restricting you, He is freeing you
* When God lets you know what He wants to do through you, it will be something only God can do
* When God’s people and the world see something only God can do, they come to know God


wow…

Via Brant Hansen. Just read:

At one level, this movie is a bunch of violent, purposeless noise.

But there is a second deeper level. At that level, “The Dark Knight” is a discourse on the nature of evil.

And then… there is a third, still deeper, final level.

At that final level, this movie is a bunch of violent, purposeless noise.

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People are buying scalped tickets this weekend for $100 apiece. The critics say it’s brilliant. You’ve likely heard them, speaking in uniform voice, extolling the profundity of this very, very important movie. The hype has been unmatched. It’s the best of its genre — ever. Thoroughly engrossing, thoroughly entertaining, thoroughly — you know — important.

So it’s interesting to watch people emerge into the light of day in the hot Florida sun, looking for their cars in the crowded lots. They look kinda…bored. Like they did when they walked in. Almost like they didn’t just see 2.5 hours of non-stop explosions, ear-crushing destruction, screams, bleeding, shotgun blasts, and brutal torture scenes.

Let the record show that in the waning days of western civilization, when we were artistically spent, the going rate for 2.5 hours of defibrillation was $9. Anything — anything! — to get our hearts pumping again, if for a short time, before exiting to find where we put the Accord.

This movie is well-made, of course. To paraphrase Abraham Lincoln, “People who enjoy that sort of thing will certainly enjoy that sort of thing.”

“The Dark Knight” is that sort of thing. Death, mayhem, horrifying chaos — wrapped in ooh-that’s-deep philosophizing that will prompt many an essay from high school sophomores. Too bad it, ultimately, means nothing.

Granted, my experience was colored somewhat. Carolyn and I were sitting next to a three-year-old, who was treated to a happy-time-with-dad buffet of burnt flesh, maniacal laughing, and corpses. It’s only PG-13, you know, which just means parents need show guidance, as they guide those they are to protect into their seats in dark, stranger-filled blood shows. Where would we be without parental guidance?

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Focus on the Family gives this movie 2-and-a-half stars for “family friendliness”. For what family, the Mansons?

Will kids say they liked it, though? Will the junior high boys like it? Here’s an experiement: Ask a group of junior high boys for movies they say that were NOT awesome. I’ve done it. There follows a long silence. This is because they are fools.

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“The Dark Knight” is cultural rigormortis. It’s what happens when we are done, and we are done. Jacques Barzun had it right, when he wrote a history of western culture up through the 1990s, and said, certainly, that our age is defined by boredom. We are excited by nothing, really, but maybe for a moment here, or a moment there, we can try to be turned on. Sex can do it (or fake sex, much more likely) but brutal violence can work, too, if for a short time.

Our culture is lying on the table, and “The Dark Knight” is just another jolt before the flatline resumes.

At least give us this: Our mass-market (which included me, yesterday) is willing to pay for it, but also demands some sense that it was all, ultimately, high-minded, that it was making some statement, that it was horrific, yes, but redemptive, blah blah blah. Expect many hip Christian types to write as much, because 1) That’s the essence of being hip, and 2) Who doesn’t like Batman?

But it’s not redemptive…unless…

Unless we can emerge in the sunlight, after ALL THAT HYPE for this masterwork, this penultimate expression, this marvel-ous creation, saying, “Really? That’s as good as it gets?”

Then we walk out into the sun, and decide it’s infinitely more interesting than what we just paid to see.


God’s economy // our daily bread

This is unbelievable. So timely. Francis Chan on Proverbs 30:7-9:


dusting off: fireworks in a ghost town

One of my favorite pieces to appear on relevintage. From last year’s Fourth of July:

Tonight, my family and I – my wife and our 3 children who are all under 5 – went down the road to an interesting spot to view some 4th of July fireworks. A spot that has an intriguing history.

Back in the late 90’s, St. Louis’ Lambert Airport was promised a lucrative contract with a major airline. And with this deal, Lambert would need to expand – extra runways and concourses, etc. So they bought out some land southwest of their facility which in turn meant that neighborhoods, churches, businesses, etc. in that area would need to be demolished and folks would have to relocate.

Well, the contract didn’t meet it desired expectations. Lambert did a partial expansion [although in February of this year, the city announced plans to continue the expansion]. And acres and acres of land now sit empty as thousands of people had to leave.

The Riverfront Times stated in 2002 that over 1925 homes were demolished and in January of this year, the USA Today reported that ,” … the runway displaced 6,000 residents of suburban Bridgeton from their homes. And John Krekeler, one of 16 Lambert airport commissioners, estimates that only 5% of flights at Lambert use the new runway.”

So today, only a few empty houses and a church remain. A veritable ‘ghost town’ in the middle of a major metropolitan city. But in the very back of this ‘ghost town’ sits a park that is a part of the Bridgeton park system. The park still has a certain level of maintenance. And even though there is virtually nothing around it, I think it was made for a night like tonight.

I saw – no joke – probably 20-25 major fireworks displays west down the I-40 corridor – St. Charles, St. Peters, O’Fallon, Lake St. Louis, Wentzville, etc. – north up the I-270 corridor – Bridgeton, Florrisant, Ferguson, etc. – and northwest into Elsberry, Louisiana, etc. Our kids were mesmerized. And so were their parents.

And there were other families there. Ones that I’m sure remember when this community was a fledgling neighborhood. Now all that’s left are empty lots and the occasional home whose windows are broken and shrubs are overgrown.

As we drove out of the ‘ghost town,’ I couldn’t help but think of all the people who were uprooted from these neighborhoods for nothing. They are now scattered all over St. Louis and St. Charles counties. The band director at my church and his family used to live in one of the neighborhoods. They now live in St. Charles.

But I was also reminded as my family and I left the park that home isn’t a structure. Home truly is where the heart resides. And as I looked at my exhausted kids in the rear view mirror and my pregnant wife to the right of me, I realized no one can take your home from you.

Even if they take your house from you.


[HT: Mark Riddle]


happy 2nd…

With the busyness of life, I failed to mention that I passed the year two threshold for blogging back on April 1. Pretty hard to believe…

Here’s a glimpse of how this thing got kicked off back in April 2006:

Thank you for visiting Day One of the official launch relevintage. It is an honor that you have come!

It has been a hope of mine for some time now to enter the blogging world. I’ve been inspired to jump in the fray by reading various blogs over the last few years. Also, my brother-in-law Henry Imler has been encouraging me to blog for some time now. He also designed the template for relevintage. Thanks Henry!

Well, if you received the e-mail invite, you got a glimpse of what relevintage is going to be all about. On Day One, I would like to expound on the overall vision of this blog. Let’s dig in…

I have been immersed in local church ministry for some time now. It is a constant challenge to find fresh ways to minister to a diverse and relativistic culture, both inside and outside the four walls of our churches. But with the call to ministry comes a passion to minister and redeem that very culture. And whether we work in or outside of the church, we have that call! That is the vision behind relevintage!

relevintage, again, is an amalgamation of the words relevant and vintage.

Why use these words?

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