Tuesday, March 14, 2017

On Church: Episode 30, On Booze

In this episode, Matt and Dalton talk about the unique relationship between the church and alcohol, including the history of alcohol in church and the problems alcohol can cause in church and in life. Pour yourself a virgin (Mary) mojito and have a listen.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

On Church: Episode 29, Jesus Was a Refugee

In this episode, Matt and Dalton talk about the refugee crisis and the church's response.

Monday, January 30, 2017

On Church: Episode 28, Cult of Personality

In this episode of the podcast, Dalton and Matt talk about the cult of personality that so often arises around pastors. So often, celebrity pastors encounter spectacular falls--but all clergy are susceptible to falling from grace. How can we avoid temptation and survive in ministry? We tell some stories and offer some advice.

Jesus at the Door (a guest post from Matt Lacey)

Jesus at the door.

It is as if the Red Sea not only swallowed up Pharaoh but the Jews he was chasing as well, in order to keep those on the other side of the sea safe.

The United States will no longer allow refugees from 7 countries to enter its borders for sanctuary (unless you have friends in high places)*.

The story (and plight) of all refugees is the story and the plight of the people called Israel, as well as Jesus and his followers.

'But that was so long ago, and the world has changed so much. ISIS would kill Jesus if he were alive today.'

It is ignorance and/or apathy not to see a direct line between the story of the people of Israel and refugees today. Suffering is suffering. Persecution is persecution.

'But ISIS are killing Jews and Christians!'

Rome killed Christians. Egyptians killed Jews. Axis powers killed Jews. America has killed

'But they weren't trying to bomb and create terror on a mass scale.'

They, arguably, did far worse in many cases: torturing their victims and making them suffer publicly as an example to others.

'But it is Muslims we must look out for; letting them in isn't worth the risk'.

More Americans have died at the hands of Christian terrorists on US soil since 9/11. No Syrian has ever killed an American on US soil.

'We have to defend ourselves.'

Fair enough, but just know you are throwing Baby Jesus out with the bath water.

Trump says he is making an exception for persecuted Christians from these countries. But when you isolate groups of people, saying: 'this one can come, this one cannot', you have shown the world that you no longer consider the story of the Gospel a priority.

Libya, Sudan, Somalia, Yemen, Syria, Iran, Iraq. The US is shutting its doors to those who are victims of some of the worse violence on this earth today. But it really doesn't matter what countries are mentioned in this executive order, because when you keep out those suffering and persecuted from any country, you also keep out Christ.

*Trumps executive order makes a provision for the State Department and other branches of the government to make exceptions as they see fit. 

Wednesday, January 4, 2017

On Church: Episode 27, THE FUTURE OF THE CHURCH

Happy New Year, everybody! In this episode, Matt and Dalton talk about the future of the church. What will it look like? How will we do church in the coming years? We look into the crystal ball and speculate.

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

The Innkeeper's Lament

The Innkeeper's Lament

Every good story needs a villain, I suppose, so at least in that way, I understand. Cinderella had the wicked stepmother, Sleeping Beauty had the wicked fairy Godmother, Peter Pan had Captain Hook. You apparently need somebody who is either wicked or whose hand has been eaten by an alligator to set the mood, to start conflict so that the story progresses. So it isn’t so much that I resent the fact that somebody’s got to play the villain in this story--I get that--but more so that I don’t understand why it’s got to be me.

I mean, for one, let me tell you how hard it is to be an innkeeper in first Century Palestine. It’s not like we have electricity to turn on the no vacancy sign out front, so people are knocking on my door, waking my family at all hours of the night, knocking and knocking. Tell me, do you answer your door in the middle of the night? When somebody pounds on your door in the middle of the night, do you feel good about that? No! So you can understand how I wasn’t really happy when these two kids knock on my door at two in the morning or whatever it was, and he’s agitated because they don’t have a place to sleep, as if that’s my problem, and she’s breathing really heavy and grabbing his arm so tight you can almost see five small bruises start to form on his bicep. Look, I really didn’t have room that night--you want me to have kicked out that nice family who paid for a whole week up front just so I could house these kids for half a night? But you better believe that when I realized *why* she was breathing so heavy, *why* he was so agitated, that I *definitely* wasn’t going to put them up for the night, because all I need is a screaming baby around this place rattling my guests. I mean, sure, this ain’t the Ritz, but the one thing we have going for us is that we have no screaming babies. I ought to put that on my business card. Besides, I’m still sort of smarting from that one time I let the pregnant couple stay because they caught me on a particularly soft day, and I will spare you the details of the cleanup that was involved, but suffice it to say that my wife calls it “the day we had to set fire to the linens.”

Everybody likes to pick on the innkeeper, like I’m some horrible person. I’m just a working Joe like you, got a family to feed, a business to run, got to keep my customers happy and I certainly can’t run them off on the very rare night that the inn is full. What do you think this is, the salvation army? I’m just trying to make a buck like the next guy. What would you have me do? Bend over backwards to help every teenage couple who bangs on my door in the middle of the night claiming to be pregnant with the son of God?

I actually thought I was doing them a favor, letting them use the stable out back. I could have just straight up sent them away, but I do sort of feel bad for these kids. They can’t be more than thirteen or fourteen, and it’s a cruel world out there for teenage parents, and with this census thing going on, with the king requiring everybody to register, you can’t imagine things ending well for these two. Honestly, I’m not even sure this girl is going to last the night. It’s cold. Childbirth is dangerous, especially without a midwife. I have a sneaking suspicion that her husband, such as he is, is not the world’s foremost fourteen-year-old expert at emergency c-sections.

So all I am saying is that I did feel bad for them, let the record show, and I thought I was doing them a favor letting them use the barn out back. No it wasn’t a room in the inn, and yes, the animals were there, but I did not send them away, which I had every right to do. So if you ask me, I don’t deserve to play the villain in this story. I deserve a medal, a plaque, some sort of proclamation that declares December 25 Innkeeper Appreciation Day. Instead, when there’s a play, when the kids get dressed up and reenact the whole deal, I get played by the one kid everybody is afraid will forget his *one* line so when Mary and Joseph knock on the door, he just shakes his head no and points to the back, and everybody boos.

I’ll tell you who the *real* bad guys are: the stinkin’ shepherds. I mean, seriously, those shepherds *stink*. So I’m minding my own business, trying to sleep after the girl finally gives birth out back, and all of a sudden these shepherds come out of nowhere and gather out back and all of a sudden, the whole joint smells like a skunk blew up a stink bomb inside a rotten egg. You probably picture the shepherds looking all beautiful, and lovely, and clean, “and lo, the angel of the Lord stood before them and the glory of the Lord shone around them and everything smelled like Irish Spring.” No! These guys literally sleep next to animals all night. They literally lay down next to sheep, every night of the year. They eat things they find on the ground, they shower, like, never, and they straight up stink. I can’t have that kind of thing around my inn. I have a reputation to uphold, a business to run, and after all of it, these guys show up and stink up the joint. Nope. Not going to play that game. So feel free to argue that *I’m* the villain here, but first, go sit next to a shepherd for five minutes, if you can bear it, and then come talk to me.

I’m just a guy out here trying to make it, trying to keep food on the table, and so before you decide I am the one who messed up, ask yourself this question: would you have done anything differently? Who would you have kicked out of the inn to let these two kids in? Do you make it a habit of letting strangers into your house in the middle of the night? I seriously doubt it. So lay off me a little, why don’t you?

No, wait, let me apologize. I really don’t mean to be so defensive. For as tired as I am of being treated like I was the one who forced the baby to be born outside, like they are unclear about what recreational activities lead to someone becoming pregnant, that’s not really what upsets me the most. Treat me how you want to treat me. I’ll get over it.

But what I can’t get over is this: I can’t seem to shake the feeling like I missed something, like I got left out, like everybody else got to play but nobody picked me. Maybe that sounds childish. It feels a little childish. But it’s real. It feels a little bit unfair, like just because I was looking out for me and mine, like you’d expect, just because I was doing the thing you would expect any good businessperson to do, I missed something pretty spectacular. And I just have to wonder: what if I’d ignored the logic that tells me that my business is the most important thing. What if I’d not prioritized the well-being of people I love over people I don’t know. What if I had made room?

So, sure, call me the villain. I don’t care. I’ve got bigger problems, like wondering what I’ll do if I ever get another chance at welcoming God into my house. My God, I hope I get another chance.

Friday, December 9, 2016

On Church: Episode 26, Evangelism

In this episode of the podcast, Dalton and Matt talk evangelism: why Dalton loves it, why Matt doesn't, and why they ultimately agree about it anyway. (Here's a hint: we might just start calling it "Bob.")