Act 10

I know that the “healing” offered by many churches is only metaphorical, and is about as good as a band-aid on an amputated limb.  And in fact, might even be worse than no healing at all, as it as empty as an abandoned robin’s egg—a nice pretty blue on the outside—dried-up and rotten on the inside. 

Now, lest I be painted as a cessationist…or as one who is against the healing which can occur, I know this to be true:  Jesus can heal anything. 

Anything.  Did you hear that?  Anything.  You got it…He can heal it. 

 He can heal blinded eyes and ears which can’t hear. 

He can heal skin lesions and pimples. 

He can heal broken bones and broken hearts.

He can heal your addictions.  He can heal your pain.

He can heal your scarred past and your marred marriage.

He can heal your hopelessness.

He can heal this country.

He can heal this planet.

And yet, I know we’ve come to expect not so very much from the Very Much God of the universe.

I know God  loves to love on His kids, but His kids just don’t expect any love, and thus, don’t ask for everything, let alone expect anything. 

I know the “miracles” which we experience aren’t miracles at all—just the hype of over-emotional places of worship.

I know Jesus healed lepers, the blind, the lame, the bleeding, and the broken-hearted. 

I know Jesus said His disciples would do even greater things than He did.

I know they did.

I know we aren’t.

What the hell?

What would I give for the church to once again claim its birthright and be the church?  What would I give for a group of believers to abandon their committees, slogans, mission statements, logos, coffee bars, monogrammed Bible covers, and lighting schemes and instead, passionately love one another, and the world around them…passionately love God…and show up expecting God to move…expecting healing in their midst…expecting with joy for Love to abound?

What would I give for that?

My life.  All of it.  Every dream, every wish, every desire…I’d give all of these.

Act 9: Neoformation Manifesto

Act 9
I know that churches are not refuges or sanctuaries.

And I know that all too often, we have named our church buildings such names. Abigail Van Buren wrote, “A church is a hospital for sinners, not a museum for saints.”

Ick.

We need churches to be training grounds, arming warriors for the battle. We don’t need church buildings to be spiritual healing centers. We need M.A.S.H. units for that—treating warriors to get back into the battle. Because the kind of healing they’re speaking of is only a spiritual healing. Not that spiritual healing isn’t

important, but it’s someth

ing which usually takes time. Churches can be places where th

at can begin. They can be places where that can be fostered. But daily, we need warriors in the battle. And the most passionate warriors…the most effective fighters are the ones who are fresh in their faith.

I know that the woman at the well in John 4 was a woman warrior! I know she was overwhelmed by how Jesus was able to see into her soul, know her—her wounds and her failings—and yet offer grace overflowing. And her battle-readiness was not based upon months of training, but by her overpowering gratitude and love for who Jesus was to her. She was so effective, in fact, that a whole city was evangelized!

I know we often invite people into our churches, and then invite them to a “membership class,” where we inundate them with the different committees and ministries of our churches and ask them to sign up. I know that we often water down any passion which may have been there initially with our droning on about what our churches are doing. I know we emphasize our core values and mission statements more than we do Jesus.

And I know in the midst of this, we often abort the new life growing within these new believers.

And in doing so, we sin. We relegate these people to committee memberships deciding upon which color of carpeting to choose for the church lobby, rather than setting them free to feed the hungry, clothe the naked, visit the sick and those who are in prison, do ministry to widows and orphans, and radically share in Whose name they are doing these things, thus leading them to know the only name which is above all other names…the only name by which they may be saved. Say it right now. Say it out loud, oh Warrior! Jesus. No, don’t whisper it. Say it out loud! For the entire forces of Hell are arrayed against you at this moment. JESUS!

Yes, Jesus!

For every moment of every day, there is a battle for our souls, and we have been blinded by God's enemy, and have been rendered as helpless children for an enemy who is at play in the fields of the Lord.

We often portray Jesus as “gentle-Jesus-meek-and-mild.” We portray Him as some sort of hippie peacenik sitting around singing “Peacetrain.” Since when has the Wild Untamed God been on the defensive? Since when has the Warrior Adonai hidden from the fray?

The armor of God covers our front, because God assumes we will always be engaged head-on in battle.Friends, there is a battle for our souls. And we fight, not with flesh and blood, but in a spiritual battle. For if not a battle, then why are we encouraged to don armor? We are supposed to wear the helmet of salvation, the breastplate of righteousness, a belt of truth, a shield of faith, the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God, and of course, shoes of readiness to share the gospel of peace.

I know that none of this armor covers our butts. And yet, that is exactly what we do. We live C.Y.A. lives (do I need to unpack the initials?) in C.Y.A. churches.

And I know we all too often long for safety, rather than sacrifice…for comfort, rat

her than confrontation…for rest, rather than the rallying battle-cry of onward Christian soldiers! To arms! To arms! We fight for and with the High King of Heaven! The Lion of Judah, the triumphant King of Kings is riding in upon a white horse with sword drawn…the God of the Angel Armies is on the move!

Some say the safest place to be is in the will of God. Horsehockey. B.S. It is the most dangerous place to be, because we will be attacked! But it is the right place to be! For we are eternal beings, created for forever and evil cannot overcome us, as we are Warriors of Light—Children of the Day!

I’m reminded of Aslan in The Chronicles of Narnia. Lucy is speaking to Mr. and Mrs. Beaver about Aslan: “Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.

“Safe?” said Mr Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

No, Jesus isn’t safe. But He’s good. And He’s the King. And He is rallying His troops to the battle waged against His children.

And I know we often turn a deaf ear to His cry.

I know that instead of war against the spiritual forces of Hell and darkness, our “missions” committees vote to plant peace-poles in the memorial gardens of our churches. Rather than riding out to confront the evil of this world, we vote to send our pennies so others can be our Proxy Warriors, fighting so we can enjoy our lattes in the safety of our sanctuaries.

Friends, the enemy isn’t simply at the gates…he’s in our midst. He’s in our sanctuaries. He’s penetrated our pews. And unless we stand up and fight, our church buildings will soon be relics, sold in short-sale deals to organizations needing a building. And years later, people will stop wondering what the building used to be and who used to inhabit it, and will have forgotten all of the committees, classes, and causes.

I know we need to fight. And in choosing to fight, we need to train to do so. We need to train the people we invite into our communities of faith. We need to tell them not only about the armor, but about the battle. We need to pray with them and for them, emulating this battle. We need to show them how worship is warfare, and evangelism strikes a fatal blow in the ranks of our enemies, and how prayer is a mighty power to wield…more s

o than any nuclear bomb, and more targeted than any guided missile.

I know we have been deceived by our enemy. And because of this, we have become our own enemy, and often act against the very God we proclaim to love.

“Yep, son. We have met the enemy and he is us.” Pogo (Walt Kelly)

I know we can change this.

To arms! To arms!

Neoformation Manifesto: Act 8

Act 8

I know we’ve wussified the church.

We’ve become just a bunch of nice people. Ugh! Are you kidding me? Is this what Jesus had in mind for us? A bunch of namby-pamby, Casper Q. Milquetoast, kum-by-yah singing wussies who’s only boldness is occasionally throwing an extra $20 bill into the offering plate without saying who it’s from or maybe getting really crazy and anonymously paying for the coffee of the person behind us in line at St. Carabuck’s Bros coffee? Passionate worship for us is an occasional half-hearted “amen, Pastor!” or maybe raising one hand to just above waist-level in church while singing “Shout To The Lord.”

Now, not that any of these things is bad. They’re not. They’re all fine. But when you think of the reality of the entire forces of wickedness, darkness and Hell—Satan and all of his fallen angels—arrayed against us with all their evil might to tear us down and bring us all to eternal damnation to attack the heart of our Father in Heaven, don’t you think we’re kinda missing the point?

We’re a bunch of wusses. Now, let me tell you what I really think.

The church as it was just after Jesus left the planet kicked ass. These folks were walking around healing people. And I’m not just talking about getting rid of the hiccoughs. No, they were making lame people walk. They were making blind people see. They were healing leprosy. I mean holy crap, they were raising the dead! And I’m not talking about dime-store illusions where people thought these things were going on. I’m not talking about faith-healers coming through town with their dog-and-pony shows and people planted in the audience who would throw down their crutches and “miraculously” walk for the first time in years “Hallelujah!” I’m talking about the genuine article. People were getting healed by being in the shadow of these early church members! And they were going after demons! Not just sort of maybe kinda suggesting that God bless people. No! They were actually driving demons out of people and freeing them up to live the abundant life which God intended.

And what do we do in church now? We have bake sales. Since when is the Kingdom of God getting advanced by baked goods? Not that I’ve got any axes to grind against Aunt Mabel’s bars because God knows they’re good. But what on God’s green earth do her bars have to do with fighting against the forces of Hell which have an organized plan to steal, kill and destroy all of God’s children?

And at the denominational level what do we do? We draft political statements against global warming. “We, the people of the Holy Catholic-Luther-Presby-Methobaptistical Assemblies of Christ Church say that global warming is bad and all who drive S.U.V.s are going to “H. E. Double-hockey sticks!”

I know we’ve done our best to make the church safe, welcoming, inviting, appealing, comfortable, aroma-therapeutic, politically correct, environmentally friendly, smoke-free, user-friendly, drug-free, anti-war, pet-friendly, with messages (not sermons, mind you) which do their gosh-darned hidey-ho-neighbor best to not offend anyone don’t cha know.

Didn’t Jesus offend just about everyone? He offended their sensibilities, their practicalities, and their traditions. And in fact, still does today, which is evidenced by the fact that our governments (local, state, and federal) are doing their best to erase His presence from every aspect of our lives. Almost everywhere we go in public, everything is now smoke-free. And if we continue down this path, it’ll soon be Jesus-free as well. And who is behind the attempt to completely erase Jesus’ presence? The devil himself, whose greatest ploy is to convince us he doesn’t exist.

Friends, the church has become a sanctuary of, for, and by wussies. I mean it. When I look around at most of the people with which we’ve packed our church buildings on most Sunday mornings, I see a bunch of very well-meaning, yet spiritually naïve people who have no concept of the spiritual warfare waging battle for their souls.

I know that we spiritual leaders, for the most part, stopped making disciples of Jesus a long time ago, and created pew-packers who write out tax-deductible checks, attend Bible studies, and try not to swear.

We took that which was never meant to be tamed and put a bridle on it and called it good.

And about that time, God took its temperature, called it lukewarm, and spit it out.

Neoformation Manifesto: Act 7

I know that within the untamed chaos of nature, there exists an inherent, created order, ordained by God. And there is such an order intended for the church. But that order was created by God, and not us. And no mission, vision, core values statement pre-empts that order. The mission is simple: love God, love each other and bring that love to the ends of the earth without ceasing until everyone feels loved. Get it? I didn’t. I’m not sure I do yet. But I’m catching a glimpse of all I thought it was and now know it isn’t. I got in the way of God’s order on many occasion.

And I know that order has been the subject of many a church split. And out of such splits, many people lose sight of what God intended and consequently, don’t feel very loveable, very loved, or very loving. And out of such squabbles arose larger organizations called denominations which sought to guide individual congregations through oversight and leadership with well-meaning intentions.

And with what is the road to Hell paved?

I know that most well-meaning churches belong to denominations.

I know that denominations in and of themselves are not evil.

I know that denominations like to take control.

I know that denominations like to take credit.

I know that denominations take credence, making a well-meaning church, indecipherable in its meaning…no matter how well it was to begin with.

I know that denominations seek to stifle creativity.

I know that denominations seek to stifle individuality.

I know that denominations seek to stifle freedom.

I know that creativity, individuality, and freedom are threatening to the status quo.

And I know the status quo is the modus operandi of denominations.

I know that denominations seek to inspire conformity within a context which is either so bland and beige that it would blend into most suburban neighborhoods, OR is so inanely politically correct, seeking to offend no one, and effectually alienating everyone by celebrating the conformity of diversity, not the different God-flavors within each individual.

I know that denominations often seek obedience to causes and not to Christ. They seek to preserve the institution, rather than serve their Savior.

I have personally seen several congregations, and many people’s souls raped by well-meaning denominations which seek to preserve rather than serve. The swath of carnage left behind devastates communities and steals precious hope from the already hopeless.

Thank God, He’s bigger than denominations.

Friend, do you see that? Several friends, gathering together in one another’s homes, eating together, worshiping, celebrating life together, praying for each other, and meeting each other’s needs. And what is this thing called? Love? Yes. Church? Shouldn’t they be one in the same? Whenever a few people get together and begin loving God and loving on one another without ceasing and loving on more and more people and feeling more and more loved…yes. Now that sounds like church.

And look over there, a bunch of younger people with two turn-tables and a microphone, dancing rhythmically to the unforced rhythms of grace. And what’s that? A neighborhood working together to collect food and money for a neighborhood family in need. And look over there! Children singing songs, holding hands, and dancing around wildly, untamed, and in the midst of it all, can’t you just see Jesus frolicking among them…with them. And look at that! A few friends gathering together over a cup of coffee discussing the ups and downs of their lives, and feeling safe to do so. They support one another. They encourage one another. They love one another.

These are all church.

What if congregations came in all shapes and sizes? What if they met in church buildings, yes, but in movie theaters, shopping malls, living rooms, warehouses, basements, bars, strip-clubs, and even on the internet? Could this happen? And what if, instead of over-arching organizations with emblems, agendas, and paid staff, they kinda watched out for each other?

Okay. I’m going to say it. I can’t hold it in any longer. We don’t need denominations. Let’s do an Etch-a-sketch folks. Let’s shake it all up, erase the thing we were working on before, and start over. And no animosity. No, we don’t need to condemn anyone or anything. “I’ll do the judging,” says God. No harm, no foul. Do over! Ollie-ollie-oxen free!

Yeah, that’s it. I think this would make Jesus smile. I really do.

Neoformation Manifesto: Act 6

Act 6
I know Jesus loves loving on people. And I know that He loves when we love on each other. And I know it breaks His heart when we don’t. And I know that while most churches have very good intentions, they do best at loving on each other, but not so good at loving on those outside their doors…those who are different…who don't dress the same, look the same, talk the same, or smell the same.

And I know that evangelism…sharing the Good News…is when we love on each other with Jesus’ love.

I know that evangelism does not constitute a welcome sign, nor cheesy sentiments on church signs inspiring guilt for those who are in bed crying out, "Oh God!"

I know these sorts of things only prove their point.

I know that flashy websites are not evangelism, but you should still have one…one that helps people to connect with one another and be the church…one which empowers people to be the church for one another…with one another…without restrictions and rules, programs and precepts other than “Thy will be done.”

Nor are coffee-bars in church, comfy seats, or even really good music evangelism. These things are nice to have if you like church, but they're still foreign to people who are not used to being in church.

I know that evangelism is an underprivileged child who received a box of genuine (not generic) Captain Crunch in this month’s visit to the food shelf. “Mommy, look! We got the good stuff!”

I know that evangelism is a distrustful, single mother desperately trying to take care of her family opening her front door to find a bunch of followers of Jesus there with hammers, screwdrivers, drywall, paint, and new carpet. Oh yes, church, do you hear that voice in your heart right now? It’s the voice of God’s Spirit speaking to you…calling you to this woman’s house to help her make it a livable home for her family. That dis-comfort you’re feeling is called conviction…and it’s a good thing. Embrace it…and now get out of your chair and make some calls…gather your friends…gather God’s church…and go. GO!

I know that evangelism happens naturally and is never forced because it is a response to the extravagant, raucous love of God.

I know that evangelism happens out of the overflow. So, if you’re not overflowing…then you need to ask God to fill you up. You need to be in worship…and not just in church services. No, dear friend, worship needs to become a lifestyle. In your cars, at your kids’ soccer games, at work, at home, at play, at rest, while out to dinner…let all you do be an act of worship! When your son gets a decent report card…worship God. When you wake in the morning and savor the first sips of your coffee…thank Him for the drink which is helping you to rouse to your day.

When you find that rare parking spot up front, say thanks and tell Him He’s awesome and that you appreciate all He gives. When you smoke a good cigar, raise the stub of it to the sky with a thankful heart when you’re finished. When you bite into that cheeseburger, when you make love with your spouse, when you’re dancing, when you’re crying…worship Him! Friend, do whatever it takes to overflow with God’s love! It’s up to you.

And I know that all too often our churches do nothing to help us overflow, instead draining each of us in the service of the institution, so there is barely enough Good News left at the end of the day for ourselves, let alone those around us who are desperate. And for having been one of those who has recruited people in desperation to fill multiple slots, I must apologize to you, the reader, for having plundered your overflow.

Imagine the church with everyone filled to overflowing. Imagine what it would look like. The air would be electric. Walking into that place would be like getting in line to get on a rollercoaster.

And I do believe people would raise their hands in the air for such a ride as that!

And coming out of that church, you wouldn’t hear people saying simply, “Nice sermon, pastor.” No, you would hear people saying, “Wow! What a ride! When can we come back?”

I’d get on that ride.

Neoformation Manifesto: Act 5

I know there are thieves in the temple.

Theft is unconscionable. To steal anything from anyone is such a claim of personal pride and a statement of conceit.

And I know that pastors have stolen the ministry from their congregations.

And I know that at times, I’ve been guilty of this as well, and for this, I’m deeply sorry.

But now, I know that I long to share it.

I know that I long to raise up leaders. Leaders who are self-less servants whose goal it is to raise up other leaders, sometimes even abdicating their own leadership, in favor of others who can do what they do better.

I know that ministry isn’t…until it’s shared…until it’s given away…and until it’s laid upon the altar of pride as one’s Isaac.

I know that it is time to teach our members how to administer the sacraments. Oh yes, I did! I said that. There is not one place in the Bible which suggests that the administration of the sacraments is relegated to the “professionals.” So, “professionals,” get off your high horse willingly, before you’re brought low against your will. It’s not like you were given a bag of magic “pastor-dust” with which to sprinkle the bread and the juice, and babies and folks who get dipped.

Heck, while we’re at it, let’s teach our children to administer the sacraments as well. Oh, mom, can you imagine your child shooting you with their squirt gun saying, “I baptize you in the name of Jesus, mommy!” Or papa, how about your child breaking off a part of their peanut-butter and jelly sandwich, handing it to you saying, “This is Jesus’ body, daddy…I broke it for you...have a drink of my Kool-aid, daddy, it’s Jesus’ blood…because He loves you so much, and so do I.”

I know that I cannot wait to see parents having communion at home; mommies giving communion to their children; fathers baptizing their families and vice versa.

Yes, I know in my heart, that theft is unconscionable. I know that seminaries serve their purpose to a certain extent. But I also know that seminaries steal our passion and dignify it…tame it…tone it down and try to make it “appropriate.”

I know that passion can never be “appropriate,” the moment it is, it has ceased to be passion. And friends, the church of Jesus Christ…if it is His bride, cannot help but to be passionate. If it’s not, then it’s not being true to Him…it is being an unfaithful bride…dare I say, it is not being the Church.

I know that the local church should be the seminary. Local churches which meet in churchy buildings…coffee shops…malls…schools…living rooms…and even on the internet…should be seminaries. And not just paper writin’ book-learnin’ seminaries. No, seminaries which prepare pastors for the battle which will be waged for their souls and reputations, the safety of their families, and for the eternities of those to whom they’ll minister. Seminaries need to tell the truth, that pastors are sheep sent out amongst wolves…and that some will be devoured by the enemy. Seminaries need to gird pastors for this battle, and put them in touch with others who are warriors so they may stand together.

Yes, local churches must raise up leaders who are passionate in their faith.

Local churches should teach the Bible and explore it, asking deep questions. And admitting they don’t have all the answers.

Local churches should teach people how to care for one another and stop depending on one pastor to do it all.

Local churches should help people to realize the “desires of their hearts,” and then set folks free to pursue them.

Local churches should stop programmatizing everything…and learn to improvise more. Then maybe once again, the Holy Spirit would have room to work. Maybe God would look at His church and say, “Yes! I can work with this!”

And I know that pastors…true pastors…are the ones among them who are equally willing to push the broom as well preach the sermon.

Neoformation Manifesto: Act 4

I know we’ve turned worship into a spectator sport barely fit for arm-chair jockeys.

I know those same jockeys feel such privilege that they need but click the button on their remotes to order up a worship service to meet their perceived needs.

I know worship has become a very dignified, 2nd rate attempt to copy other shows.

And I know that David danced naked before the Lord in worship.

I know that people in the Bible fell on their faces in worship.

And they raised their hands. They shouted. They sang.

They crashed cymbals, played stringed instruments, and horns.

They knelt. They were silent. They were raucous.

They shared scripture. They spoke in tongues.

They prayed. They listened.

They moved about. They were still.

But they were anything but spectators…that is, until the Pharisees got a hold of them.

I know that old brood of vipers has somehow resurfaced in the church today.

What a joyous sound to hear the members of a group home singing in monotone and at the top of their lungs that they “once were lost, but now are found, were blind but now they see!”

What a sight to see, an adulterer on his knees at the altar rail getting prayed for and loved on as he repents.

Oh, the blessing to see a child crash through the crowds of dignified people to dance before Jesus!

What if spontaneous worship erupted in our gatherings?

What if when the organ or the piano, or the band stopped playing, the church just kept on singing?

What if one hour on Sunday became three or four?

What if what happened on Sunday happened all week long?

What if we taught our people how to worship freely and gave them permission to do so…and not just permission…but encouragement!?

What would happen if the preacher preached?

What would happen if that same preacher wasn’t afraid of what his congregation thought of him?

What would happen if the preacher only cared about what her Jesus thought of her?

What would happen if those who were mature in their faith took the worst seats?

What would happen if people prayed…really prayed in worship?

What would happen if spiritual warfare wasn’t relegated to a select few, but was expected from all?

What would happen if we truly believed we were “more than conquerors” and donned our armor and became worship warriors?

Oh, friend, I do believe the gates of Hell would tremble at that.

There, do you hear that? The sound of congregations breaking free from their religious shackles?

And now…now there is the sound of praise.

And there, if you listen closely, you’ll hear the cries of anguish of the enemy and his minions as they must once again face their loss, as those who are created in His image claim their rightful inheritance as princes and princesses in the Kingdom of the High King of Heaven!

Let the Worship Warriors step up, and in, to the fray…a raucous wild rumpus of worship which declares war against the enemy and his minions!

Act 3

I know that the church has the most relevant and most needed message to share:  love.

I know that the church has bastardized that message and made it neat, tidy, vanilla, beige, suburban, and safe for consumption.

I know that many people in many churches have either never heard that message, or have obviously misunderstood.

I know that the church has taken a very dangerous, wild, untamed God and put Him into a box available for three easy payments of $19.95.  And if you act now, we'll throw in this chrome-fish for your car along with some Jesus' mints.  But wait, there's more!  If you call within the next five minutes, we'll also include this free mp3 player pre-loaded with 50 popular Christian songs by your favorite Christian artists!  

I know that the safest place to be is not in God's will.

I also know that we've lied to people for years and told them it is.

I know there are a lot of surprised people walking around with wounds because of this lie.

And I know that some of them have lost their faith in Jesus because of it.

I know that a group of lions is called a pride, a bunch of geese, a gaggle, a herd of rhinos is called a crash, and buzzards gathered together are called a committee.

I know that most committees should immediately disband.

I know that once disbanded, they should get on their knees and not get back up again until they've repented and heard from the Lord.

I know that if they hear from the Lord, their committees will become obsolete.

What if our buzzard committees disbanded and reformed as rhino crashes--groups of people with such single-minded focus they crash head-long into following Jesus?

What if?  

I'll tell you what if, dear friend:  astounding ministry would happen.  

Miracles would be commonplace.  

Love would abound.

Churches would overflow and have parking problems.

Can you imagine a church with a "standing room only" section?

Dare not to dream of such a thing.

Rather, dare to suggest a revolution.

Neoformation Manifesto: Act 2

Act 2

I know that God uses broken people to reach broken people.

I know that broken people in ministry is messy.

I also know that broken people are often more effective than those who define themselves as "refined."

I know that the promiscuous woman at the well is one of my heroes…and so is Peter the hothead…along with David the murdering adulterer.

I know that I'm tired of the "rules" of church…both written and unwritten.

If the Lord moves someone to tears in worship, they should cry.

If someone has cause to dance before the Lord, let them dance.

Let there be shouts of praise, the clapping and the raising of hands.

Let loud instruments resound with praise.

Let the halls of worship actually be filled with worship.

Oh to walk into a sanctuary (why use this word?) and see the people of God dancing, singing, clapping, shouting, on their faces, loving their neighbors, cheering one another on, and not arriving alone, but with the least, the last, and the lost…who in God's eyes, are the most, the first, and the found.

Does there need to be organization to all of this worship and church madness? Of course. Let's not forget that the root word for organization is the same as organic…implying life. And where the organization begins to choke out life, then it must be changed or even put to death so a new organization can form.

Let those who call themselves Christians or followers of Christ not forget to talk with their God. Let those who are in control of churches surrender themselves fully in prayer. Let the meetings surrounding the organization of the church not just give a lip-service prayer at the beginning as if saying a cursory grace at the dinner table. No, let the broken-barbarian-warrior-worshipers cry out to their God for mercy, direction, and discernment! And let that happen repeatedly, throughout the meeting seeking to be led by the Spirit.

Let pastors be shepherds who fight off the wolves which prowl. Let them call the congregation by name. And let them lead those congregations in the wildernesses of this world and to find other sheep.

Let them be compassionate, and yet dangerous.

Let pastors not hoard the ministry unto themselves, but be strong encouragers for the church to be actively engaged in constant, extravagant love living out Matthew 25, feeding those who are hungry, visiting those who are sick or in prison, giving clothes to those in need…giving toasters to those who need a toaster, rides to the store, mowing lawns, doing car and home repairs, and also traveling to foreign and/or far-away places to love on people. Let pastors be lovers…lovers of God…lovers of people.

Let churches everywhere throw open their doors…or maybe even unlock their gated "Christian" communities.

Nothing is sacred. Nothing. Only someone, and His name is Jesus. Everything else from the building to the music to the programs to the staff…literally everything else is negotiable for the sake of loving on people so they may be restored to themselves and to God. And if a congregation doesn't get that…then maybe they are goats. (Hmmm…think Caesarea of Philippi, and the worship of the god, Pan and the horrendous acts committed with goats.)

Let the sinners come to church if they feel so inclined.

In fact, if a church isn't actively loving on sinners so much that they have a desire to come to church, then once again, maybe they're goats?

I long to see gay and lesbian people in churches getting loved on.

I can't wait to hear the "eff" word in church some morning.

I yearn to smell alcohol on someone's breath as they come forward to receive prayer or communion.

Oh, to have a hooker come into church, crushing out her cigarette in the entry way, and applying her lipstick as she comes into the worship service.

I'm anxious to hear confessions of sinners because that indicates brokenness and a desire to realize that they are new creations in Christ.

Oh yes, let the sinners come! Let the doors be thrown wide! Swing wide ye heavenly gates! Prepare the way of the risen Lord! For as you love the least, the last, and the lost, so you have loved Christ! And as you throw open the doors of your churches to broken people, so you have welcomed Christ into your midst. And the word will spread: there is Love in this place.

Neoformation Manifesto

For a while now, the Lord has been rather silent in my life. Partially, that's been my fault. I've grown apathetic, which honestly, is just pathetic.

Recently, the Still Small Voice has been moving mountains once again in my heart. I have to admit to a certain sense of Holy Disquiet which is percolating in my soul. I'm restless. I'm feeling a call to action...a call to arms, as it were.

What follows is going to be the first chapter in what I'm calling the Neoformation Manifesto. Yes, I understand the word "manifesto" comes to us quite loaded. Good. That's why I picked it. If that word immediately causes a bit of friction for you as you read, I'm honestly glad. If you read Matthew 23...the whole stinkin' chapter...Jesus goes off on a bit of a rant, to say the least. When John Wesley preached, he often said that if he hadn't offended someone, then he hadn't been faithful to the gospel.

Some of what follows will be quite personal to me. And some of it will apply to the church as a whole. And hopefully, some of it will affect you, my friend...the reader. Please enter into the conversation with me...and maybe write a chapter in the Manifesto...or help to edit mine.

So, here goes...

Act 1

Okay...what do I know?

I know I've been called.

I know I need accountability.

I know I need to repent of certain things.

I know that God's plan A is often thwarted by my disobedience and that of others.

I know that God has a plan B...and C...and D...and so on.

I know my calling has more to do with front lines sorts of ministries.

I know my calling has more to do with beginning new sorts of ministries.

I know my calling has more to do with the disenfranchised of this world...the least, last, and lost.

I know that I will not ever concede to "playing church" again.

I also know that at times one must work within an existing system to attain certain goals.

I know that you and I are called to more than simply friendship...there is a mission which exists beyond us.

I know that other friends of ours will respond to this call and join us.

I know that my marriage is a priority...and so is yours.

I know that my heart is on fire.

I know that I need to pay my bills.

I know that loving people is what we're called to do...and to do so radically.

I know that I will do all things and be all things to and for all people so that some might be loved and know Jesus' love and realize their inheritance which exists for them here and now.

I know that I need to write.

I know that we need to worship.

I know that Acts 2 is more than attainable...and shame on us for ever downplaying that possibility.

I know that I am not called to remain in the oil industry forever and ever, amen.

I know that the enemy will not prevail against Christ and his church.

I know that I am a part of that church and am on the winning team.

I know that I will take hits...and so will my family.

I know that my wife (especially) will need outside encouragement and support.

I know that as I write this, I am declaring war against the enemy.

This, therefore, is a call to arms. My battle-cry for the King. I fight for the King of High Heaven. Onward, oh brave-heart! (Do you know the story of Robert the Bruce's heart?)

I do not just want to do worship evangelism...or friendship evangelism...or servant evangelism...I want to worship, sold-out, forsaking all other gods.

I want to fight mercilessly against an enemy who has never shown anyone any mercy.

I want to help people to wake up from the matrix, realizing that they've been in slavery, and they no longer need to live that way...that they have the potential to do even greater things than Jesus...walking on water is no big deal...people who follow Jesus, they do that sort of thing. Healings will happen. Our limits are self-imposed via the deception of the matrix.

Let us, therefore cast off all condemnation and leap into the limitless nature of a God who braved the confines of a human womb and the spikes of torture on a cross of shame, the First made Last. He offers us Diamonds...let's give him our glass.

Onward, brave-heart...we are warriors, barbarians really, who make a civilized religion tremble.

For the time has come to rid ourselves of all of the thieves in the temple.

The time has come to take our worship into the streets, serving all those around us with a love which is extravagant. The time has come to cast off anything which hinders the battle against the enemy...anything which smacks of religion...anything which attempts to tame an untameable...dare I say, WILD, Jesus, and make him palatable.

I know that I'm done playing "nice," because our enemy has already come at me in ways which are far from nice...and I'm not going to take it.

I know that the God of the Angel Armies has been awaiting broken-barbarian-warrior-worshipers to leap into the fray.

I know that Jesus loves me...and you...and that trumps everything else.

I know.

This past week, I had a couple of profound experiences. Let me start by telling you a bit about my week speaking at a camp for junior and senior high aged youth.

I've been speaking at this camp for years. In many ways, it's a camp which builds Christian leaders. We always teach/preach the basics of the Christian faith. We have wild and crazy recreational activities every day (ask me some time about Messy Games and the giant, banana-split slip and slide...with cherries on top). We have daily Bible study in the morning, worship at night, and then time with small huddle groups to discuss the themes of the day at bed time.

It's intensity in ten cities.

In the evening worship, we had an altar call every night. I know. How old fashioned. It positively screams early 20th century tent-revival...complete with a pastor in a seer-sucker suit. Yeah. I know.

I don't get it...but it works.

And about the only thing I can come up with is this: people, of all ages, are looking for authentic opportunities to be known.

And I think these opportunities are rare.

Do we get "known" on Myspace, Facebook, Twitter or Youtube? Do we get known in school? How about at work? In fact, are we even truly known at home?

Sadly, I think the answer is often a whispered, yet strong "no."

All week long, the altar rail filled up with young people, counselors in training (18-21 year olds), and even the counselors themselves. It was tremendous.

And each night, God showed up. And He allowed us to be present with whomever came to the rail and blessed us with the gift of their trust as they allowed themselves to be known.

"I want to believe."

"I've done some horrible things and I'm sorry and I don't want to do them any more."

"I've made some bad mistakes."

"I'm just kneeling here praying for all those here who don't know Jesus."

"I want to have God in my life."

"I want to start over."

And on and on...all week long. In fact, there were even spontaneous Baptisms which occurred! I was dumbfounded...and amazed at the love of such a God that would allow us to be present for such rich treasures of moments.

Now...fast-forward to Sunday. Camp is all done. We're home...mostly un-packed. Still basking in the afterglow of so much God.

And we went to worship at the church we're attending. Now...the music was wonderful. The songs spoke of deep relationships with God. And the pastor spoke of real hurts in our lives. But it wasn't the same. I worshiped. Most certainly, I did...because I believe that worship is a choice.

But what I realize now is this: I was never known.

So...here's what I'm pondering? ("Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?") Is there a synthesis of the two? Can there be such a church...where worship is of excellent quality in terms of music and "production" and yet, where one can truly be known?

Is there such a church? Oh, Jesus, please tell me it's possible. Because I'd like to believe that Acts 2:42-47 isn't just a history lesson.

Or is that too quixotic of me?

Be WILD For Christ!