The Birds and The Bees
January 30, 2009

We have parented with the philosophy that sex, like many other topics, is an ongoing conversation that continues and progresses as our kids mature. Rather than waiting for the single awkward, sweaty-handed conversation that some of us endured as teenagers, we have tried to be open in explaining things to our kids at appropriate times.
Having chickens and pet rabbits clued them in on some of the biological specifics at a fairly early age. When my girls were in kindergarten, they inadvertantly created an interesting moment during morning chapel at the school they were attending. The highschool students snickered and the principal turned beet red when they sincerely requested prayer for their rabbits who were jumping on each other.
As my girls approach 17, I felt the need to check in and make sure they are hearing what we are attempting to say to them. I didn’t want to make assumptions about what they knew or understood. It seemed like a good idea to be intentional about making sure we are communicating, so we had lunch today.
And it was good.
At one point, they started talking about the differences in how my husband and I talk with them about sex. They said, “You are like all about self-worth and values and respect and identity. And dad, he’s….”
And then they started laughing. At this point, I wondered what kind of damage control or explaining I was going to have to do.
“What did dad say?”
“He didn’t really say anything. He just brought us to Walmart.”
“And?”
“And he bought us Mace!”
Too Damn Good For Blogging
January 28, 2009

To my three dear readers…
You may have noticed that I have not been around much lately.
I promised myself when I started blogging that I would never apologize for not blogging.
So I won’t.
I will just explain.
I have been busy.
Busy doing important things.
Busy doing spiritual things.
Busy with real people.
People who matter.
I guess that makes me very missional.
Thus, no blogging.
If you were missional, you wouldn’t even be readng this.
Missional people don’t read blogs.
Missional people don’t write blogs.
And missional people certainly don’t join Missional Tribe.
I don’t know why I even own a laptop.
Thank God, I didn’t make the Top 60 or any other blog list.
Can you imagine how embarrassing that would be.
Dude, you have to do some serious blogging to make those lists.
At least 30 minutes here and there.
God, I thank you that I am not like these other men…
Disclaimer: (7 minutes 30 seconds were taken out of my very important schedule today to post this.)
Faith
January 22, 2009

Like many people, my thoughts at this time are influenced by the current media attention to hope and change. There have been references to the beginning of a new story, the opportunity to change the narrative in which this nation lives.
As a nation, we need this opportunity for a fresh start, a clean slate, a chance to begin anew and to walk in a different direction. For our country, this new story will occur in the face of incredible obstacles. In spite of new hope, the economic, social, and political circumstances in our nation have never been more grim.
What about for us personally? Can we just decide to rewrite our story, or are we stuck in whatever story we find ourselves in?
That’s the essence of repentance, isn’t it. Not so much the shame of remorse – although there may be significant regrets – but the decision to step into a new story.
But first, we must have hope that a new story is possible. Where do we find that hope?
When the circumstances around us are difficult, it is easy to give in to a sense of hopelessness and despair, particularly when the obstacles seem insurmountable. Are we confined to these circumstances? Is this the only story possible for us?
I doggedly explored the nooks and crannies of all that I hoped for, but those dreams were disconnected from my reality, unattainable. I know the the pain of disappointment when dreams are beyond your grasp. The fruit of hope eventually becomes bitter.
When did we quit believing that our story is good? This is not much different than the Israelites in their fickleness toward God, angry at Him for the difficulty of the journey, unable to believe the possibility of a better outcome, not trusting the overall goodness of His intentions.
Many mornings this winter, I stood in my kitchen trying to remind myself that God is faithful and God is good while the pain and suffering of people around me blasted like the December winds, rattling the windows of my hope.
A veteran of harsh winters, I am familiar with the holding pattern of endurance, waiting for better days. But happy endings are not true of every story. At the threshold of 2009, I no longer looked expectantly to the horizon. I convinced myself to focus on what is immediately in front of me.
I know that death is a pre-requisite to resurrection. I suspect the death of hopefulness in my own heart is likely part of God’s process in me. However I am cynical enough to believe that dead might just be dead in the arena of dreams and that many who dream are simply naive, not yet wizened to the harsher realities of life.
I have been thinking a lot about the place of hope and dreams in the life of a believer. What will come along in my life to convince me that hope is possible, that it is not only okay, but necessary to dream again? Somewhere beneath my flimsy faith in good outcomes is a solid trust in the God who loves.
How much does my belief determine the story I will write? While belief alone may not be enough to change the difficulty of our circumstances, it is the first step forward if we want to find ourselves in a story beyond what we see. We might even call it faith.
“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” (Hebrews 11:1)
Maybe it’s time to once again believe in the possibility of a new story.
The thought of stepping into that belief feels as uncertain as stepping onto an icy pond in March. But hey, you never know.
The State of My Situation Address
January 17, 2009
Who knew that detox had anniversaries?
There is an exact calendar date that my husband and I can point to as the day our world turned upside down and that church as we knew it was over. At the time, we didn’t know we had entered the process of detox.
It will be 5 years on February 28 of this year. Only half as long as Robbymac, and I am quite certain that I have not learned half of what he knows about all of this. In fact, if you are looking for answers, you might be better off reading his post instead.
What do I know? We did not end up where I expected to end up.
For a long time, I was driven by idealism, a need to right and correct the things that were wrong, to be involved in something more true and pure. I hated stories of people who entered into detox and eventually circled around to going back. I could not accept that there is not a better outcome to be found.
Then I became more realistic, less militant.
I thought that perhaps we would be able to adapt and assimilate into normal church again, that we would be able to return to church with a healthier outlook. Be positive, behave ourselves, be normal attenders.
But, it’s not working. As much as I want it to, it just doesn’t make sense.
Time has healed the wounds of abuse. The raw feelings are now only a memory. I am not too wounded to go back. I am not angry, bitter or afraid about church, pastors, or members. I like church people. I like most pastors.
Maybe you can help me with this.
In my local community, there are probably 30-40 congregations of various denominations. I could go to any of them, make friends, fulfill the membership requirements, get involved in their programs, and attend services. I know what to do. In fact, I am pretty good at the drill.
I am able to do these things. I just can’t figure out why I would. Maybe to give definition and legitimacy to my membership in the body of Christ.
To be clear, I believe in the value of community. This week, I attended 5 different gatherings of believers that involved food, fellowship, encouragement, and prayer, but I did not actually attend a church service this week (or yet this year).
I desire real community and corporate mission, but (the big butt) I have a really hard time seeing those values expressed in the activities of the churches that I could join. In fact, and this may be the problem, I have a really hard time understanding anything about the church through the lens of an institutional organization.
Maybe I am still guilty of having unrealistic expectations.
When I think of pastoring and eldering, I look at people who live their lives that way 7 days a week in their relationships.
When I think of teaching and prayer, I see it in the context of people who are invested in relationship with one another, a mutual flow within those relationships.
When I think of fellowship and encouragement, I see the intentional activities of those who choose to share life and time together.
On the other hand, I also see the long-term benefit of those who share membership in church organizations over a period of many years. I am not against institutional church. There are lots of really good people involved in it, and they accomplish some wonderful things.
I had an underlying belief that when God got done cleaning my clock, when detox was over, this would all make sense, and I would be normal, like the rest of you.
I don’t know.
At the end of 5 years, I know less than I did at the beginning of those 5 years.
(Disclaimer: This is not a statement about what anyone else is or should be doing. It is simply my reflections at this point in my journey.)
Emerging/Missional Posters
January 12, 2009
Intro to the New Posters
January 12, 2009
A brief history:
The posters represent a pictorial impression of words that are frequently used in the emerging/missional conversation. They are not theological statements or dictionary definitions, simply general impressions of the meaning of these words as they are used within the conversation.
The original set of posters, launched in the midst of controversy, inadvertantly created what was called a poster war. My original intentions and surprise at the reaction can be read in this post in which I said:
If you want the words to be meaningful, they can be. If you reject them as associated with something you oppose, then the words will invoke thoughts of opposition.
In spite of (or because of) the controversy, there was an overwhelmingly favorable response indicating that the posters were a source of encouragement and effective communication for many people. They have been translated into many languages and used by many churches during their worship services.
When I realized that we were going to use them on the Missional Tribe site, I felt the need to edit and expand the collection in order to include other important words and concepts in the emerging/missional conversation. I hope that they will continue to be a source of encouragement and a tool for communication.
I decided to combine the collections. The first two posters are emerging and missional. The rest are in alphabetical order. You will likely recognize the earlier ones. I have a few favorites among the new ones.
Actually, I think that I will post them in a separate post so that I can link to it without this introduction. I am a little worried about what 40 posters are going to look like in your blogreaders. Sorry if they are overwhelming.
I would love to hear your thoughts, overall impressions, favorites, arguments, whatever.
Calling
January 6, 2009
Yesterday, I read two posts that came from opposite ends of the spectrum regarding this topic. The posts and comments reflect a wide variety of views regarding the professionalization of ministry.
First Scot McKnight had a post about the informality demonstrated on the pastor pages of some websites. He said:
What annoyed me about these sites was the utter absence of a sense of the sacred in pastoring, of the overwhelming sense of God’s call upon a life that reaches so deep that everything becomes holy, of the profound respect and privilege of the call to lead God’s people, and of the total lack of order. The sense we hear today of being real and authentic doesn’t mean we devalue the pastoral calling of its sanctity. I couldn’t and wouldn’t call any of these folks “Reverend.” If I were a visitor, I’d go somewhere else.
But a church site with pages for pastors ought to reflect the sacred wisdom of the ages and sacredness of the vocation. Some of these folks need to wear the collar for a year, daily.
Scott Williams, still one of my favourite bloggers, has lived on both sides of this role. Be sure to read his entire post.
there is a certain unspoken understanding that what we (pastors) do for a living is slightly, or greatly, more significant than what you do. after all, we are making a difference for eternity, you are only making a living.
i have learned…to appreciate the work a day struggle of the proletariat, the common folk who dedicate our lives to nothing more noble than caring for our families and helping our friends. it seems, at first glance, to not be as noble a calling, but perhaps a calling nonetheless.
from time to time i want to explain to people that i still do the “ministry” thing on a subversive level
Describing an upcoming wedding at his restaurant:
my restaurant, will be swarming with people who i used to pastor (some of whom think very little of me). i am certain that on that day i will feel a little awkward – i am after all still serving them; only this time as their waiter, their chef, even their bartender.
i guess that’s good enough for me.
So what do you think, a collar or an apron?
Missional Tribe – Not Just Another Use of the Word “Missional”
January 6, 2009
Do a Google search on the word “missional” and you’ll get 1,200,000 hits. Search “missional” at Amazon and 1,238 missional products appear before your very eyes. It’s the Western Church word of the moment. The key to all that ails the church. The promise of a bright future – beginning with a bold tomorrow. That is, if we only knew what it meant.
This recent quote from a church website accurately demonstrates “missional” confusion.
We have made a commitment to being a Missional Church, reaching into the community and inviting people to come and experience what we are doing. We should have “standing room only” Services every Sunday. There should be a buzz in the Community about [church name removed] and all the wonderful activities available for most people’s needs and wishes.
Well, not so much.
Last June (2008), in response to this kind of confusion, Friend of Missional’s Rick Meigs challenged the blogosphere to respond to the question, “What is Missional?”
“I have a continuing concern that the term missional has become over used and wrongly used.
“I think it is time to make a bigger effort to reclaim the term, a term which describe what happens when you and I replace the “come to us” invitations with a “go to them” life. A life where “the way of Jesus” informs and radically transforms our existence to one wholly focused on sacrificially living for him and others and where we adopt a missionary stance in relation to our culture. It speaks of the very nature of the Jesus follower.
“To help reclaim it, I propose a synchronized blog for Monday, June 23rd on the topic, ‘What is Missional?’”
50 bloggers responded with their understanding of the word – and a lot more conversation was generated both in real life and on the web. Brother Maynard did a great summary of the missional excitement. There was a sense of accomplishment – the 50 people and the hundreds of commentors had refocused the word missional.
But then each blogger wrote other posts – dislodging their Synchroblog posts from the lead position. Soon these posts disappeared from the front pages of 50 blogs – only accessible if one knew exactly what you were looking for. The sense of accomplishment was ephemeral.
A few of us who had met face-to-face at the Allelon Missional Order event in Seabeck, WA in October, 2007, talked about the best way to keep those posts and ideas evergreen. We’d also been part of the Wikiklesia Project: Voices of the Virtual World. Perhaps a book would be effective. By the fall, seven of us were in ongoing conversation around how best to serve the “missional” mission – Sonja Andrews, Peggy Brown, Kingdom Grace, Bill Kinnon, Brother Maynard, Rick Meigs, and Brad Sargent.
Clay Shirky’s Here Comes Everybody and Seth Godin’s Tribes helped to inform our discussions. Missional Tribe’s first iteration was as a Wiki. Then the mini “blogstorm” around Out of Ur’s Dan Kimball Missional results post convinced us that what the conversation needed was a place to discuss, share stories, watch videos, ask questions, and grow together. Where all of this can easily be tagged and indexed for rapid access in the future. The Missional Tribe social network was born (www.missionaltribe.org).
Less than two months after the decision to launch a social network, the beta of the Missional Tribe site launches today – Epiphany, on the church calendar. We would like you to join us in being a part of this non-hierarchical network.
From simply reading and commenting on posts and in the Forums, to creating your own Missional Tribe blog or posting a video – Missional Tribe is a place to track and expand the missional conversation – as we follow the Lord back into the neighborhoods where he has strategically placed each one of us.
To become involved, join the tribe at www.missionaltribe.org.
Surprises and Buzz
January 5, 2009
There is plenty of behind-the-scenes buzz as we get ready to launch the Missional Tribe site tomorrow. The emerging/missional posters will be included on the resource page of the site. But, surprise, they are new, expanded, and updated.
The former 20 posters are now 40 posters. They will premiere at the Missional Tribe site. I have some favorites among the new additions. Be sure to check them out when you visit the site tomorrow. I will post them here on this blog later in the week.
On another note, I was especially blessed that Bill Kinnon included me in his list of favourite blogs and said ridiculously nice things, like “taken the blog world by storm” (you’re kidding, right?). Anyway, I particularly enjoyed this phrase, “effectively and lovingly skewered some little-boys-with-a-big-box-of-matches.”
As a small token of appreciation, while I was making posters, I made a few just-for-fun posters especially for Bill. Hope you like ‘em Bill.
(Click to enlarge.)






