Sunday, January 8, 2012

I Know That There's A

meaning to it all.
A little resurrection every time I fall...

I've had this Switchfoot song stuck in my head, trying to figure out what it's talking about. I've also been re-reading the HP series and I'm finally in The Deathly Hallows. With all the different events and possibilities going on in my life lately, I find this paragraph even more intriguing; I've been wondering about God's timing and purposes behind circumstances and events; how much we affect His will and how His will is intertwined with how well He knows our hearts. It makes me like this conversation between Harry and Ron even more:

"...But if Dumbledore was alive, why wouldn't he show himself? Why wouldn't he just hand us the sword?"

"Search me," said Ron. "Same reason he didn't give it to you while he was alive? Same reason he left you an old snitch and Hermoine a book of kids' stories?"

"Which is what?" asked Harry, turning to look Ron full in the face, desperate for the answer.

"I dunno," said Ron. "Sometimes I've thought, when I've been a bit hacked off, he was having a laugh or-- or he just wanted to make it more difficult. But I don't think so, not anymore. He knew what he was doing when he gave me the Deluminator, didn't he? He--well," Ron's ears turned bright red and he became engrossed in a tuft of grass at his feet, which he prodded with his toe, "he must have known I'd run out on you."

"No," Harry corrected him. "He must've known you'd always want to come back."

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Jesus called. He wants His students back.

My friend over at Soaking Up the Blessings recently blogged about redefining success. And anyone in ministry, in other words, anyone who is trying to serve God with their gifts and talents; knows how hard it is to know if we are being successful. Are we being good stewards? Are we falling short of what God has planned for our gifts and talents HE gave to us? So I dug up this article that I read years and years ago in some youth magazine. Daniel's posted it on Facebook before, so it may be familiar to some of you. Give it a read, I hope you are a bit encouraged.

I always feel like a big geek when I visit high schools. This week is no exception. As I enter the cafeteria I pass long lines of students waiting for food. I watch their eyes flash towards my neon pink visitor's badge; then they whisper and point. It's like the first day of freshman year all over again. Like a nerdy kid looking for someone to sit by, I stand in the door as my eyes scour the lunchroom looking for students from my ministry. A few wave happily back; a few duck their heads and try to avoid my gaze. Why do I even come? I wonder to myself. Am I doing any good? Is this really where God can best use me? What in the world am I going to talk to these kids about today?



As I sort through these feelings of inadequacy I approach the table of two young men in my youth group. The older one is everything you'd want in a youth group kid. He's a senior leader who loves to give devotional talks and really lives it. He loves and leads others and is thinking of going into ministry himself. The student to his left is Wes, a freshman. It's Thursday, and much to his embarrassment, he has to wear his JROTC uniform. Wes has the potential to be a leader in a few years. He recently said goodbye to a rough group of friends and is trying to turn over a new leaf. I really like Wes and want to see him grow.

For 15 minutes we talk about nothing. They tell me about school, homework, and paintball. I beg God for the inspiration to say something meaningful that'll make me feel like my visit was worthwhile. Suddenly the bell rings and they're out the door. I look at the massive crowd of students and feel powerless to do anything that would show them Christ. As I get up and begin to walk out I hear a smack and some screaming behind me. I turn around to see Wes walking away holding his face while a teacher drags another student off toward the office. A moment later the vice principal emerges, grabs Wes, and says to me, "Aren't you his youth pastor? Why don't you come into my office?"

I enter the vice principal's office feeling more helpless than ever. We sit for 15 minutes as the office staff pieces together the details of why the other student walked up and punched Wes. Apparently a third student had incited the attacker by claiming that Wes had said he was going to beat him up. Wes wanted to hit him back but knew he should walk away. Without a clue what to do or say, I mumble clichés such as, "You did the right thing," and, "It takes a big person to walk away." Finally I leave the school feeling like I picked the wrong profession.

Some days I feel like I'm going to walk into my office to see one of those bright yellow "While You Were Out" sticky notes with a handwritten note on the bottom that says, "Jesus called. He wants his students back." I've always struggled with the parable of the talents in which the guy who buried his talent is chastised. At the end of the parable Jesus says, "For to all those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away" (Matthew 25:29). The moral of the story seems to be If you don't have tangible evidence of good works, God will take back what you've been given. In other words, use it or lose it. After a day when you've seen one of your students get punched in the face and had nothing more to offer than cold clichés, it's hard to imagine you're using it. Those are the days I ask the Lord, "Why did you call me to help others if I'm so helpless myself?"

Oh, I never have doubted that I was called. I was led by the Spirit, confirmed by others in the church, and assured through prayer. I underwent years of training and education and have had success in various ministerial contexts. By all accounts I was called to be a full-time minister. But the question that rings out in my head again and again is, "Why do I feel like a failure at my job when I know I'm called to do it?" I bet the wicked servant didn't set out to be wicked. He felt strongly called to bury that coin in the ground. He knew his master was a hard man, ruthless in the way he earned every penny. He was sure the master wouldn't be pleased if the money was gone when he returned. But in the end the servant failed his job, despite his initial confidence that he'd done what he was supposed to do.

Society tells us that the true measure of vocational success must be empirical. Performance reviews, profit sharing, and promotions are all based on measurable success. No one moves up the corporate ladder by being really humble or a servant to all. Corporations take the role of the master giving out the talents. They measure the growth results and throw out the weakest performer. Millions of dollars each year are spent on research to measure and verify that employees are performing well. Some churches operate this same way. They treat their youth ministers like pro athletes. When youth ministers put up big numbers they pile on the praise, but when a slump comes they start looking for a trade to get out of the expensive contract obligation.

What's the measure of vocational success for youth ministry? How do we know that we're not burying our talents? How can we know we're making a difference day by day? Can it be boiled down to a formula? More importantly, how can we be certain we're successfully fulfilling God's calling in our lives while still fulfilling our vocational obligations?

Anyone in ministry knows that certain things must be done to keep the church feeling good about paying you to work there. These are the daily tasks of keeping office hours, planning activities, teaching classes, sending out newsletters, and showing up at the occasional ball game for little Timmy or Tammy. These things keep people feeling good about your role in the church but have very little to do with success. Success, if measured by the effective change you make in the lives of your students, isn't dependent on your ability to plate juggle or serve the body politic. Jesus showed us that success comes from modeling and mentoring through meaningful relationships. I bet Jesus didn't feel very successful when the disciples argued over who'd be the greatest in the kingdom. I bet he didn't feel great when Peter denied him. I bet Jesus felt frustrated knowing that Judas would turn his back on him. If Jesus had been given a performance review on the "success" of a ministry that ended up with him crucified and his followers scattered, I don't think he'd have scored very high. But Jesus knew that true success is found in following your call to the end.

Success in youth ministry is found in your presence in moments of turmoil, your character in times of distress, the love you model to your students and others, and your dedication to Christ through all of life's storms. Whether or not you have vocational success by having gobs of kids at your youth service or run a great VBS has little correlation with successfully fulfilling your calling in the lives of teenagers. Success in God's kingdom has more to do with who you are than what you do. If an employee of a Fortune 500 company demonstrated qualities like humility, servanthood, admitting weaknesses, and letting others take the glory, she'd never advance and most likely would get axed. The very things that block advancement in this world are the things that Christ calls us to be in order to advance the Kingdom. The humble, the meek, the lowly in heart, and the servants lead the victory parade for God. All of humanity's logic is reversed in the upside down kingdom.

Imagine for a moment a church board giving a performance review of John Youthguy based on God's formula for success:

"Well, guys, John's numbers are down, the parents are grumbling, and the preacher is upset that he planned his canoe trip the same weekend as the annual chili cooking competition potluck Sunday," the chairman says.

"Yeah, but John sure is humble," Mr. Johnson replies.

"And he'd be the first one to admit his weaknesses," quips another guy.

"That's true," the chairman responds. "And the Bible does say that God's power is perfected in weakness. John really isn't very good at anything. I guess that means we should be seeing God's power just explode all over this place."

"You'd better believe it!" Mr. Smith says, jumping in. "If we want God to work around here then we need to keep this guy around. He's the weakest link we have."

With that, the board decides unanimously to give John a raise.

Okay, maybe that's a little bit far-fetched, but how often do we think of our definition of success from that point of view? Jesus said the least will be greatest. As an avid perfectionist, I've had to learn that it's all right for me not to always have the right words to say at a given moment. It's okay for me to feel like I don't know what to do. It increases my dependence on God to not always know if I'm doing the best thing in every circumstance. The servants who invested their talents didn't know what type of return they'd receive. They took a financial risk with their master's money. But the risk paid off and their master was pleased. We have a much more compassionate master than the one in the parable, but we still take a risk. We don't always know the return we'll receive, but we must trust and hold on to logic that the world can't understand.

Around dinnertime the day Wes got punched, I headed over to his house to check on him. I talked with him for a few minutes and then left feeling even more like I hadn't made any difference at all. Two days later I sat in the back of a congregational meeting. As I sat, I glanced over at Wes with his black eye. I ran the scene over and over again in my head trying to think of anything I could've said that would've been meaningful. Just then Wes's mom raised her hand to make a comment.

"I just wanted to let the church know that I'm thankful for Brian. The other day Wes had a little incident at school and Brian was there for him throughout the whole thing. Brian was Jesus in the flesh to our family that day, and I'm so thankful that we have him on staff here."

Sometimes we don't know the impact we have. Sometimes we never will. When we feel inadequate, helpless, and unsuccessful, those may be the times that God's received a great return on an investment. We may not ever be able to get church boards and youth committees to understand the logic of the upside down kingdom, but we can be assured that our vocation is understood by the One who matters most.


Wednesday, September 21, 2011

If I was in MY Youth Ministry

To Mary Norton, Youth Minister of over 8 years:

-I would NOT have been a student leader in your youth group.

-I would have attended your Wednesday night Bible study about 2 times my entire JH/HS career.

-I would, however, have been to Sunday School about once every month or three because I'd spent the night before at my friends house whose parents insisted I go with them if I spent the night! (Thank you, Greer family!)

-I would have attended your "special events"...well, some of them. I went to a D-Now once and camp once because my best friend invited me and someone else paid my way. Oh, and a 5th Quarter once too.

-I was the fringe kid in your youth group, at best. In high school, I drank and dated the wrong guys. Even though I knew it was wrong. Even AFTER I became a Christian. Yes, I was THAT frustrating kid who doesn't live like I'm saved. (until my senior year, and even then, I was less than stellar at times)

-I'm the kid you never visit. I'm sure you have your reasons; parents intimidate you, I live inconveniently out of city limits, I don't talk much at your church and never have to you personally other than a reciprocal "hi."

-I would have been very involved in my school's Christian club, but my church membership was no where. In fact, I didn't get baptized until a week before my high school graduation...2 years after I "got saved."

-It took until my senior year for me to start making ANY kind of lasting change in my life, to start reading my Bible, to learning how to really talk to God without using memorized words, to tell others about what God was doing in my life...
But when it started, it was AMAZING!!! And grew, it took root, and grew, and grew bigger than I'd ever understood, bigger than the box I had Jesus in, bigger than my friends' faith who dropped out of church and forgot about Jesus in college...

It took root so much, that I became a Youth Minister.

Dear Mary, do NOT forget or neglect *that* student in your youth ministry. One day, they may just be a youth minister -if they ever let Jesus get ahold of their heart. And it may take until their senior year. But don't give up on them. Ever.
Love,
Your Teenage Self

Remembering the Beginning

When we took this position as Youth Minister we had a team of 7 volunteers. Over the years, 2 have moved away, 1 dropped out of church and 2 have "taken a break" permanently apparently. We have recruited a new male Sunday School teacher and a female volunteer to be a warm friendly body on Wednesday night...bringing our total currently to 4. We have 10 students who are interested in being student leaders. (7 of which are boys) We have asked the congregation for adult volunteers to mentor these students, offering of course to help and train them to be mentors. 10 people signed up; none of them men. Besides Daniel, we have one male adult who interacts with our students on Sunday mornings. (He helps with the children's ministry on Wednesday nights and does an awesome job on Sundays AND wednesdays with both age groups!) We have a HUGELY difficult time finding adults to teach, mentor or just generally BE around our teenagers! I found our "Philosophy of Youth Ministry" and I know that it was one of the reasons the search committee was so interested in us. Please pray for us as we try to find ways to recruit and include adults in loving students here in Big Lake.

Philosophy of Youth Ministry


A healthy, growing, God-honoring Youth Ministry does not just happen. It must be intentional at its core. We attempt to build our ministry on four basic principles; each of which has many different aspects that interact to form a solid foundation.


Relationship - If you were to ask a group of people to recall any sermon or talk that changed their life, we would be willing to bet that you would get few answers. Ask the same group about a person who changed their life by investing in them and you will get a much more dramatic answer. We are designed to be relational with God and others. We believe the quickest way to truly reach a student for Christ is to love them and invest in them; maintaining a relationship and dialog that always is willing and able to show the grace that has been shown to us. Taking them along with us in our lives and doing life together with them (1 Thessalonians 2:8). Christ gave an excellent example of this as He taught large crowds. He singled out twelve from the crowd but then took three of them even deeper. Following this example, we believe that adult leaders should be investing in the crowd in general, but should also have one to three students in which they are investing the bulk of their heart, time, and energy.


Community - Relationship flows directly into community. God formed us for relationships; we cannot stress that enough! As God designed us to experience a relationship with Him through Christ and the Spirit, he designed us to have community with each other as well. We are firm believers that Paul tells us to bear one another's burdens because we were never designed to bear those loads on our own. That being said, a healthy Youth ministry should be an environment where these burdens and needs can be safely shared and met. Another side to community is the availability of accountable relationships. When you have a close enough relationship with those you trust, you allow them to challenge you to keep growing.


Maturity – What we mean here is “learning to grow on their own.” Many of us have the tendency to coast along on the relationship and teaching of others, never personalizing it and making it a faith of our own. When a student does this it often looks as if they graduate from their faith when they graduate from high school. To stop this trend from occurring we strive to present students with tools to help them own their faith as well as the community and mentoring relationships mentioned above. Students who experience Christ and then grow, naturally desire to make new connections and invite others along for the journey.


Service – Students who decide to grow and mature in Christ then turn and serve, discovering their gifts and talents and using them to the best of their ability. Because of this, we always want to offer opportunities for adults and students alike to use their gifts inside and outside the church to meet needs. In addition, service is one of the ways that we identify leaders in the first place. The example that Christ set for us teaches that the servants are the leaders, and that the leaders are servants.


In working with students, we have come to value the fact that if we try to do all the work ourselves, then we will not really get much work done. If we can enlist and train other volunteers to do the work with us, then instead of adding to the effectiveness of a ministry, we can multiply it instead. As much as students need others to come alongside them in relationship, community, maturity, and service; we need others to walk with us as well. Remember, we cannot say this enough: we were created for relationships.


Thursday, September 1, 2011

It Could Have Been...But Instead...

Last Thursday afternoon we headed, once again, to Bay City to visit our Uncle Robin for possibly the last time. We left Big Lake right after Chaz got out of school for our 8ish hour trip. (we thought it was 6 hrs, but we were way off!) About an hour out it started raining really hard but we were so thankful for wet drops falling from the sky that we rather enjoyed our stormy ride! I was driving and kept feeling thumps and hearing weird noises, but thought we were just hitting mud, etc on the road. About 4 hours away from home and 4 hours away from Bay City, we pulled over to find that 1 of our tires was throwing thread and the wires were sticking out. Gggrreeat.

Did I mention that it was 7:30pm at this point? And we were in a small town? And that in this small town everything was closed? No chance of getting a tire that night, and we thought it would be unwise to travel 4 hours on an old donut in the rain.

So, we paid a ridiculous amount of money for a hotel room (though it was nice!) and decided to make the most of it! Right across the street was a Starbucks! (See, God IS good!) So our family had a little date...we all got Starbucks and scones, at the request of my children. Side Note: Yes, I have *those* kids who actually know and request scones. End Note. Then we went back to our hotel room and via Netflix on our laptop had a marathon of "Avatar, the Last Airbender" for awhile. (Our family's newest and strangest addiction)

The next morning, while we watched Phineas and Ferb in our room, Daniel went to get our tire replaced and came back with 3 new ones, because they would not have made it to Bay City and back. BUT, we were able to afford all 3 tires and a hotel room (all unexpectedly!) because God is good and He has shown us how to save/spend our money wisely! So what started out as Daniel and I freaking out and being mad/depressed about how much all this was going to cost, how inconvenient this was, the timing, etc....It turned out to be such a good time for our family together! What could have been a horrible night, turned out to be relaxing and refreshing for our whole family.

So, the next day we eventually make it to Bay City and spend the weekend with Daniel's family. His grandparents are not doing well and neither is his uncle. Uncle Robin was/is in a lot of pain, and he was either hurting or sleeping while we were there. I am a nerd, as you all know, so I actually read up on grief and how to say good-bye to a loved one, etc. And I'm not saying there's any formula or anything, but I just had NO idea what to say to him. Or just out-loud. I know a lot of people didn't know that *that* time was the last time they'd see their loved one, but I knew I was "blessed" (?) to have this chance. I'm STILL praying for God to miraculously heal my uncle, but I am fully aware that His way of healing him may be death...and if that is the case...I wanted to say good-bye, of sorts. I didn't really say good-bye though...I made strange jokes about hospital food, not getting enough sleep, talked about Chaz and Hannah, and picked on Daniel to lighten the mood...We visited 3 times over the weekend. And my last words were nothing special or significant. I told him I loved him and that I wanted him to get some good rest and feel better very soon. Nothing profound, but all true, in all senses of the words. I kissed him and squeezed his hand and left the room.

I went to sit with the family in the other room, while Daniel spent more time with him. And it was so very good to sit and talk with them. Mostly we remembered things and shared stories...about people I love, and a lot of them were about Daniel growing up. This was very special to me because Daniel doesn't remember much (in comparison to me) about when he was little. He didn't have his mother to repeat stories to him of things he said or did. I heard soooo many stories about Daniel that weekend, all reminding me of the special man I married and the amazing family I inherited as well. It could have been a bitter time...talks of "Why, God?" and how unfair things were...But instead, it was a sadly beautiful time talking about life and death and love. The things that make life worth living...the things that remind you why you're still breathing.

Hospice came to Uncle Robin's house today. To make him more comfortable for "the rest of his time here." Yes, part of me is angry. I ache and hurt, for myself and for our family...my aunt, cousins and grandparents. But I am also grateful, as God showed me over and over last weekend the many things and ways to be grateful. I am grateful for flat tires and hotel rooms. For scones and The Last Avatar. For life, for love and for families. I am one very blessed girl.

Monday, August 22, 2011

What I Learned Over Summer Vacation

1. "Without wood a fire goes out; without gossip a quarrel dies down." Proverbs 26:10

Small towns carry plenty of wood. And you can't un-ring a bell. Gossip hurts.


2. God is trustworthy.


Though He slay me, I will hope in Him. Nevertheless I will argue my ways before Him. Job 13:15

This has been me and God...ALL. SUMMER. He is my only Hope. He is trustworthy; even if He were to kill me... But I'm still going to speak my heart to Him!


3. There are 5 kinds of healing.

Daniel’s uncle has stage 4 pancreatic cancer. He will not be with us much longer. He found out at the end of May this year, as in 3 months ago. We pray and pray...for him to be healed, but his health keeps declining. Add to this, that this uncle is the 3rd child of his still-living Grandparents. It seems as if our Grandmommy and Grandaddy will have buried all 3 of their children in their lifetime. (Daniel’s mom died when he was 8 and his grandparents helped raise him. Daniel’s other uncle passed away unexpectedly 5 years ago.) No one should have to bury all 3 of their children. Yet we pray for healing....and I’ve learned that there are 5 types of healing:


1-The body’s natural immune system. Our body counterattacks (fights) more often than we’re aware of.


2-Truly miraculous. The kind we all pray for but rarely believe in. :)


3-Medical healing. The wisdom and knowledge God gives medical professionals.


4-Healing of attitude. Found in 2 Corinithians 12:8-10...A healing of attitude is often more important than a physical healing. This was a lesson I learned myself.


5-This last type of healing is the kind I have the hardest time with, obviously. I fight and pray against this kind of healing almost all the time, ironically.

Yet, it IS a type of healing...of making a person whole again. Free from the illness, the pain...

Death is the ultimate healing.


And as I’m learning, or rather, re-learning this last lesson of the summer, I am grateful that I learned lesson #2.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

A Muggle in Mourning


"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense."

Ah...but many, many other Muggles have been enchanted with the magical world in which Harry Potter lives.

In 1997, a single-mother published a tale of an orphan boy who never knew the world to which he truly belonged. In 1999, the book began to gain popularity and a friend's mother suggested that I read it. Her granddaughter loved the book, she raved, and that I would love it too. As someone heading off to college I dismissed this children's literature "new favorite." Then in 2001, the book was made into a movie, which I saw simply because I was a college student and I saw almost every movie in Marshall because they were $2 a ticket. A year later, in my Adolescent Literature class we were told to read a banned book. Having seen the movie and found it mildly interesting, I chose Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. In the next 3 weeks, even as a busy married, working college student, I read the next 3 books. Maybe devoured would be a better term?

I was hooked! I was immersed in this world, loving and hating characters as if they were real. Staying up 24 hours to read the The Order of the Phoenix when it FINALLY came out! Telling others just how badly they needed to read these books! (In fact, our 65 year old friend read them and loved them!!) And just like other epic tales, Daniel and I began to wonder...what IS it about Harry Potter and his world that captivates our Muggle world like it does? I'm not the first nor the last to discourse the benefits of JK Rowling's magical world...how dyslexic children were suddenly flying through 500 page books like never before! The moral lessons of how it takes great bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends!

But I wonder...and again, I'm not the first...why do we become so wrapped up in this world? Why do wish we could find Platform 9-3/4? Why did we discuss at such lengths Snape's character and agenda? Why do we cry and mourn when the headmaster is buried? We want so badly for evil to be vanquished, for good to be victorious and for love to win...

Is it possible, that I...that we...become such a part of Harry's world, Harry's battle; because we were made play a part too? We live through Harry, Ron, Hermoine, Dobby, Snape, etc...because there's something inside of us that wants to fight? That wants to be a part of an epic battle? That, just maybe, we shrink back from the unseen war (as Christians) we are in...because it is SO hard to fight...so we settle for a "safer" war? A "less costly" battle? A fictional one that makes us feel as if we were actually fighting?

The religious, specifically Christian themes are plentiful scattered throughout the series:
Lily's self-sacrificing love (as well as Dumbledore, Snape, Dobby, etc)
The resurrection stone
King's Cross after Harry goes to Voldemort
Our choices define us more than our abilities
The world is not divided into Death Eaters and Good guys
(These and many more may not make sense if you haven't read the books, but don't take my word for it...go read!)

And so, in July 2007, a pregnant Mary stayed up all night trying to finish this series. Feeling, sheepishly, in mourning that the book was done, and yet Harry’s world would somewhere continue on without me. Flying through all 759 pages, and in the end wishing I hadn't finished so quickly. Feeling as if... my friend had died, or moved away...and it would never be the same again. That I was somehow a different person because of having been at Hogwarts and sat in the Great Hall. (I would have secretly have bought a SPEW badge, but never worn it in public of course. And I would have had a long talk with Neville about missing his parents and that it's ok.) That to be boarding other children on the Hogwart's Express was such a bittersweet thing.
As all endings usually are.


At 12:01 am Friday morning, the cinematic world of Harry Potter comes to a close. Harry has grown up over the last 10 years, and so have we. We celebrate and mourn at the same time...the end. We can re-read the books any time, we can watch the dvd’s over and over...but somehow, being a part of this from early on (10 years for me) it will never be the same. For those of you, like me, who waited and pre-ordered the books as they came out...who watched the movies and thought “Oh, so that’s how you pronounce ‘Avada Kedavra!” There is some finality to 7-15-11. A bittersweet ending.

My only consolation (besides Pottermore) and I find it rather fitting; is the conversation between Harry and Dumbledore in Deathly Hallows:
“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”
“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”