The Gate Begins

"...but whatever your original intentions, you have become truly lost."
                                                                          -Henri Ducard (Liam Neeson) to Bruce Wayne         
                                                          (Christian Bale) at the start of Batman's career in Batman BeginsI've never hidden the fact that I'm a huge Batman fan.  In 2005, Batman Begins began a movie trilogy that would contain some great quotes, and some pretty powerful life lessons that have impacted me greatly. 

The quote above has been rattling around in my head for a couple years now, in regards to the Gate, and my leadership of it.  We set out to create a church for a young generation, one that reached out to those that other churches couldn't or wouldn't.  We wanted to have open arms, but also hold tightly to the ways of Christ- and that might mean telling people that we would love them, in spite of their sins.  We would be a church that reached people, through service, and through missions, and through meeting them where they were in life.

We did some of that.  And at times, we saw a glimpse of what we were meant to do.  We saw wonderful work done through Big Event, or through sitting at a bar talking with people, or in our one on one discipleship.  We had good services at Hurricane Harry's and we grew...sort of.

But something has felt wrong for a while.  Something has felt...hollow.

We started the Gate because of a hatred for the hollowness many young people felt from church.  Hatred of a culture within the church that created 'pew fillers' or warm bodies that never did anything that connected to Christ or demonstrated Him to the world.  We started the Gate because we loved Christ and wanted to see His love shared with a potent and powerful generation of potential believers.  We started the Gate because we believed God was calling us to College Station to start a church in a bar to be on the frontlines of Christ's battle for the souls of college students and young adults.  We started the Gate to be a part of God's movement and passion and hope for the world.

But we- rather, I- have become truly lost.

I have become convinced that many pastors, and thus, many churches, either sell out to become palatable to the masses and the church establishment, or they burn out trying to change the world.  The few who don't do either of those things, they become something different. 

They become symbols of Christ that our world desperately needs.

It is my desire that our church will be a symbol- 2 Corinthians 5 would say "ambassador"- of Christ to our world.  And our world, is Bryan College Station.

But for our church to become that symbol, we must all- starting with me- be a living symbol of Christ.  The kind of people who others can see a difference in.  Not because of a bumper sticker or t-shirt or necklace, but because of a compassion, a love, a joy that overflows, and a readiness to admit our mistakes when we do fail.

Being a symbol is not at all about individuals or churches becoming famous or celebrities.  In fact, if that happens, I'd argue we can't be that symbol.  Instead, being a symbol of Christ is all about acknowledging that you are less, and He is more.

In Batman Begins, Bruce Wayne says he wants to take a symbol, and chooses a bat.  But that is not the symbol he creates.  People do not begin to change because he is a bat- they change because of the content of his actions- he is a symbol of justice.

The Gate, or any church, is the bat costume we put on.  Our true symbol must be Christ- that must be what people see when they look at us.

Rise

A new promo for the Gate's August 26 launch!

"Just Because"

One of the things I've enjoyed most about my current situation is the time I get to spend with Kenna.  When Leslie was little, I was in the ministry full time and had a pretty lax schedule.  But we moved before Kenna was one, and her personality appeared while I was at work.  I've always regretted that I didn't get to spend the same time with her that I did Leslie, so this has given me an opportunity to change that.  Like yesterday, we sat down to lunch together while she watched My Little Pony.

And this morning.  I was driving her to Mother's Day Out, and we were making small talk.  For some reason, I asked, "Do you love me?"  Not sure why, really.

"Yes, Daddy," she responded, with a don't-you-know attitude.

Then, and I really don't know why I asked this, "Why do you love me?"  This is a dangerous question for a man to ask any woman, even his daughter.

She kinda giggled, and smiled, and said, "Just because."

In my rational mind, that wasn't an answer.  "Just because what?"

Still smiling, but with a firmness of a resolved answer, she said, "Just because."

(Now, the though process that I'm about to share took all of a second to go down.  I say that not to brag about my lightspeed thought process, but to point out exactly how quickly this went down.  Also to explain that my mind works that way to anyone who has ever been in a conversation with me and I said something that seemed random- I just made really quick though adjustments and didn't tell you.)

I grew a little irritated.  I wanted to know why she loved me.  For whatever reason, we humans need to qualify things.  We can't just say we love something, we have to prove why.  It's true in our tastes for food, for our political preference, for our favorite movies, for our faith, and for our affections.  She couldn't love me "Just because."  

That was unconditional love.

-Wait.-

That was unconditional love.   

That was the love that I was supposed to have for her.  And I do, but how often have I tried to qualify why I love her?  It's good things, like her creativity, her sense of humor and her beauty.  And for her sister, it is her mind, her athletic prowess and her beauty.  (Seriously, they are both gorgeous girls.)  It's other things for each of them (and for Kristin as well), but deep down I love them just because they are.  And she was saying she loves me just because I am.  

That's the kind of love we all long for.

That's the love that God offers us.  He says "I love you as you are.  I do not need you to be the smartest, the prettiest, the strongest, the most theological, the most faithful.  I don't even need you to be a good person.  I love you because you are.  Just because."

He does not love us for our quality- He loves us in spite of our lack of quality.  He doesn't love us because we are chaste or promiscuous, or because we are straight or gay, or because we are honest or liars, or because we are pacifists or murderous, or because we are Christian or Muslim or Atheist.  There are things He hopes we choose, paths and beliefs He wants us to hold, but He will not force us.  And if we choose His way, He is pleased and overjoyed and He loves us.  Any good we do should be just an expression of our appreciation.  If we go against Him, He is hurt, He is broken-hearted, and He acts in justice- and He loves us.  I believe even if we reject Him to point we go to Hell, He loves us- and He is devastated over our rejection of Him.  Because we are all His children.  He loves us. 

Just because.

I looked back at Kenna in the rearview mirror.  She sat there smiling and looking back.  She had no idea that God has just spoken to me through her.  "Hey, Kenna.  You know I love you, right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know why?"

She smiles and shakes her head "No."

"Just because."

Eulogy for the Gate

Last night, the Gate closed its doors.

It was just over four years ago that a handful of people gathered in my living room for burgers and to talk about a new church we were starting.  Some of those folks were still with us when we first walked into Hurricane Harry's for the first night of worship as the "church in a bar."  It was different and somewhat odd at first.  I'd frequently get migraines from the smell of old cigarette smoke that had dug itself into the walls.  It was hot in the summers, and cold in the winters.  Week in, week out we'd set up and tear down.  Sometimes it was one or two of us, sometimes four for set up, but it was always the whole church for tear down.  It was there that we first really began to bond.

Over the years, we added a few more people to the church.  By last night, we'd had almost a dozen different people lead worship from time to time, we'd had a half dozen nights where the students spoke, we'd observed the Lord's Supper through a night of music we called Restoration at least twelve times.  We'd served at Big Event- the service project A&M students do in March- three times.  The first time we found a home where the wife signed up without the husbands' knowledge.  So we moved a massive dog house across a mud filled yard that had just been trenched for new water lines.  We'd served at food pantries, and helped with a city-wide youth service that got rained out so it moved to a nearby church, despite the speakers and some of the bands leaving early.

We never figured out how to consistently get out sound system to work.

Those were the things we did, but they are not who we are.

Who we are is more complicated.  We are Baptist, Catholic, Anglican, Church of Christ, Methodist, Non-Denominational, Charismatic, and other things I can't recall.  We love sports, knitting, comic books, video games, working on computers, art, music, building things, playing games, serving people, and eating.  We were the cool kids in high school, we were the outcasts.  We were pastor's kids, we never went to church much.  We only listen to Christian music, we never listen to Christian music.  We are shy and reserved, cautious in beginning relationships, and averse to physical touch- we are boisterous and friendly and love to hug.  We like to talk and debate theology, we just like to rest on faith.

We are all sorts of people.

We are the in-between people.

And because the people we are is what the Gate is, the Gate is not dead.

Well, not permanently.

When the Gate began, we wanted it to be a church led by college students, but they would be acting pretty much just in the vision of we the leaders.  We wanted to reach students, we wanted to share Christ with them like Paul said- " I have become all things to all people so that by all possible means  I might save some. (paraphrased)" - 1 Corinthians 9:23.  But we had trouble getting into the mindset of college students.

So, why not let the students cast the vision?

To do this meant that there had to be major changes.  No slight and subtle shifts, it had to be fresh start to ingrain this mentality at birth.  The church needed to re-start, to re-boot.

To resurrect.

Like Christ died and lay in the grave for three days, the Gate died and will lay in the 'grave' for three months.  And then, on August 26, 2012, the church will rise.  We do not yet know what she will look like, how she will act.  We know her theology, her place of meeting and her name, but the rest is still in the hearts of the students and young adults who are starting this church with us.

The Gate is the people who are inhabited by the Holy Spirit and connected to each other by this community called the Gate.

And that is why we yet live!

Video of "Give Us Rest Message"

Once More, With Feeling

I've often been told that we need to watch our emotions when it comes to God.  That we should take care to not make an "emotional" declaration of faith.  The intent of this warning is to remind us of the very Biblical ideal of counting the cost of discipleship (Luke 14: 25-33).  I know people who have, at an emotionally charged moment, made a choice, only to later acknowledge it was a hollow decision.

So, the response has been that we need to better educate disciples.  Modern Discipleship is a class for new believers or new church members.  You learn everything you need to know about Christ and the Church so that you can be a better, more effective member of the Body of Christ.  And you KNOW you are saved.

In case you missed it, that was sarcasm.  Laid on liberally.

I am not opposed to education of disciples at all.  In fact, I encourage it.  But I cannot discount emotion.  I will not denounce the role it plays in our salvation, and our life in Christ.

The problem I have with the classroom approach to discipleship is that it is clinical, more impersonal than Biblical models of discipleship (think apprentices, with less Donald Trump), and that it is just plain lacking something.

Faith is not clinical.  It has never been, nor can it ever be.  It doesn't make sense in the clinical.  Clinical things are things that come from formula, from controlled environments.  Clinical things have their place, but not in faith.  I remember sitting in seminary classes as professors who had not pastored in decades, if ever, lectured us on the appropriate means of evangelism, discipleship, and church leadership.  I do not discount these men's intellect or knowledge.  But there were numerous times the very things they were teaching were being proved impractical, impossible, or just plain ridiculous by the work I was doing in the church.

The theories looked and sounded good.

But the variables in the real world that killed these theories were people.

Emotional people.

Students who knew, front and back, the message of abstinence from sex until marriage- even had made public commitments- still slept with each other.  No amount of 'book learning' could overpower their emotional drive and hormonal impulse.

How many of us know that the right thing to do is to have mercy and compassion on the poor, yet when the poor knocks on our door or walks up to our car at a stoplight, we ignore them?  Be it fear, or perhaps distrust, we just choose to ignore.

On the flip side, is it logic, is it knowledge of the Biblical ideal of "lay down your life for another" that makes a man risk his life to save another person from harm?  Sure, they know, but without some sort of emotional kick in the butt, we'd do nothing.

I'm just trying to make you feel.

What if God wants us to be emotional?  What if He wants us to react viscerally to the things in our lives?  Maybe God wants us to feel anger at injustice towards others.  Maybe He wants us overwhelmed with the FEELING of love toward the one we are married to, as well as the action of love.  Maybe He desires that we have an uncontrollable passion and emotion to cry out to Him in song, in hope, in fear, in tears, in doubt, and in despair.

David would weep and dance and shout before God.  Moses would grow defiant before God.  Jesus was brokenhearted and fearful before God- and also passionate.  Many have felt awe, or fear, or hope, or a welling up of an emotion that has no name when in God's presence. 

This is not bad.

We are human, and God made us to be emotional. To be stirred my the strings of a beautiful or haunting melody, to have tears leap to our eyes at the sight of a long missed loved one or the birth of a child.  He made us to get emotional over these lesser things- why then should we avoid emotion with Him?

He wants us to feel, because when we feel, we act.  Our emotions give fire to the facts in our head.  To live dispassionately is to be an encyclopedia- full of facts but only active as a doorstop.


I need to feel the emotions to remind me I am alive from time to time.  Yes, they are dangerous, unpredictable, and often illogical.

Just like the God who created them.

Second Chances

There is a scene from the movie City Slickers, where one of the characters, Phil, is having a bit of a meltdown.  He's lost his wife, his job, his family- really, his manhood.  The other characters try to buoy his spirits, but nothing is working.  Finally, Mitch, Phil's friend since childhood, reminds him of a phrase they used often while playing baseball and a ball got hit to some place they couldn't retrieve it from.  "Do over."  Basically, that one didn't count, so do it again.  Forget it, and move on.

I use the terminology of chances- we all get a first chance, and if we're fortunate, a second, third, etc.

God had chances.  His first chance was Adam.  Things were going good, so He made Eve.  Things were still going well, so God left them alone in the Garden with one warning- don't eat from that tree.  Others are fine, but not that tree.  Of course, we know they ate from the tree, with a little prompting from the Serpent, and the First Chance started down the tubes.

God set out to save it with the Law.  He told Man how to gain redemption- and man, was it hard.  It seemed impossible.  Yet, Man took God's difficult Law and made it harder. 

God made Man with free will.  Man made bad choices.  God made the Law to rescue Man from bad choices.  Man made the Law God.

And so, God's First Chance ended.

You'd think He'd give up- all the heart-ache Man caused Him.  But He didn't.  See, Man was good, somewhere.  And the Law was good, as God intended before Man perverted it and it's intent.

God needed a do-over.

But, rather than forget all that had gone before, He built on what was Good.  He would marry the Law and the Man into One- the Christ, the Messiah.  Man would need not keep all the Law so rigorously, because the Man-Law would fulfill all the obligation.  The Man-Law must be fully Man- but He must also be fully God. 

So, God gave His Son.

Jesus is the Second Chance for mankind.  The Do-Over.  Where Adam failed, Jesus succeeded.  He honored God down to His last, painfully uttered words that speak volumes:  "It is finished."

You and I- all of us who have accepted this sacrifice Jesus made for us- have entered into the Second Chance.  The new life, the second Adam.  Had Jesus just died, our sins would be covered.  But because He lives, because the story didn't end on Friday, but just began on Sunday, we are forgiven and able to be more alive than ever.  We are free, free to begin again.

Now, if we have accepted Christ, we can begin.  But each day, each trial we endure, is a chance to re-embrace that Second Chance.  Lost a job?  Lost a loved one?  Contracted an illness?  Experienced failure?  All reasons to go back to Christ.

Just like when things are good is an excellent time to embrace the Second Chance.

Maybe things have been tough on you lately.  Maybe life has kicked you in the rear- or the teeth- and you just want to give up, to quit. 

Go ahead.

Die to that old way.  Die to those trials.  Give them to God, get counseling, talk to the problem maker, have a good cry, open up to the friend.  End the first chance, and embrace the opportunity to start over.

Live your Second Chance as only you can.

As only Christ makes possible.