Random Thoughts On The Faithfulness Of God: December 2007

December 12, 2007

When Evolution Makes Sense

Even a monkey can walk down the middle of a broad highway. It takes someone with Intelligent Design to see the impending train wreck and choose to navigate the narrow road.

Ever since Matthew Murray wielded his AK-47 shooting helpless worshippers at New Life Church as they left to load up in their minivan, I have been prematurely forced to discuss topics unfit for my 5, 7, and 9 year old boys. Evil, desperation, sin, wickedness and malevolence…not exactly my favorite dinner table discussion.

Thanks, Adam. Since the moment you stuck your incisors into that apple, humankind has had to find answers to the unanswerable. Congratulations. You ate your way to a new highway being named in your honor…Broadway. The hard decision was to listen to the voice of the Lord and simply say “no.” How long did you struggle with the decision? Perhaps as long as it took me to decide on that second helping of pumpkin pie on Thanksgiving.

Why is it that Broadway seems to scream at you with eardrum piercing decibels and the Narrow Way simply whispers?

Once again we find the dichotomy of the Bible.

Greatness means becoming the least. To be first means you must be last. To lead means you must first serve. And, low and behold, God hangs out on the Narrow Path. That is where you will encounter Him.

Nothing good ever came out of taking Broadway. Cheating, lying, stealing and kicking the cat are the easy decisions. Biting your tongue, turning the other cheek and asking your enemy for forgiveness…welcome to the Narrow Path.

It’s never too late to make the right decision. If you find yourself cruising down a path of bad thoughts and correlating actions, and you see a fork in the road, as Yogi Berra says, “take it.” It’s called grace.

Webster defines evolution as “a process of change in a certain direction.” In other words, be transformed or metamorphed daily into the likeness of Christ. God smiles at this type of evolution. It takes a conscious, daily decision to follow the Narrow Path.

Life’s too short. Quit monkeying around. Evolve.

December 09, 2007

The Empty Chair

Around the dinner table tonight sits an empty chair. The chair seat is cold, as cold as the Colorado winter outside. Death resides where life should live. A grieving loved one stares at the empty chair through tear-stained eyes with the reality that they will never ever return.

The weather in Colorado Springs was Narnia-esqe. A fresh blanket of snow covered the pine trees and the mountains in the distance. Pikes Peak pierced the deep blue sky. The air was brisk and filled with anticipation as Dr. Jack Hayford was to speak today at New Life Church. Five thousand people filtered out of the first service as my family and five thousand others replaced their seats for the second one. The congregation listened attentively as Jack delivered an amazing word on preparing your heart to be softened. He spoke eloquently on the importance of not allowing your heart to become hard. The title of the message was “A heart for Christmas.”

After church we made arrangements to meet friends at a local restaurant. We picked up our kids from their classes, visited with more friends, loaded up in the Sequoia and left the building at 1:00 pm…only five minutes before the crisp, cold silence was interrupted with the popping sounds of gunfire.

The gunman’s shoes crunched through our tire tracks in the snow as he made his way towards the church. Shots were fired on the innocent and the unknowing. The beauty of the fresh snow was soon tainted with the blood of his victims, as well as his own. By God’s grace, one of the security guards at the church confronted the shooter, fatally wounding him. It was a scene fit for an episode of CSI, not New Life Church.

As my church grieves tonight the irony is so thick you can cut it with a knife. Ten thousand people left the sanctuary with a renewed conviction of the importance of a soft heart. As we exited the building, we were confronted by one of the hardest, darkest hearts imaginable. Instead of sitting in his car loading his weapons, what if he had been in the back row listening? Would it have changed the outcome?

The joy and excitement of Christmas was interrupted today…gunfire and death will do that. Today we had the occasion to introduce to our boys a reality that they should never have to deal with. Even so, by God’s grace, I counted five people tonight around my dinner table. All were present and accounted for.

At another home, at another table somewhere down the street another family counts one less person tonight. Only fifteen days before Christmas, a family will go to bed with an uncontainable chill throughout their home.

The brevity of life once again rears its’ head. I think about how easily we could have run into another friend…delaying our departure 5 minutes. Tonight I hug my wife and children tighter. I look into their eyes deeper than I ever have and tell them I love them. I think about God’s grace, that He would allow me to live another day. I don’t claim to understand all that has transpired over the past 6 hours. I only claim to be the son of a living God who loves his children deeply. Incredibly, He loved the shooter no less than He loves me. He only longed for him to know Him.

If he had, there would be no empty chair tonight.