Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Gone Fishin


I am looking forward to getting outside again and doing some fishing.
But I realize that everyday I have the opportunity to participate in what God has done for us all in Jesus. The initial explosion of life that rocked the world had its impact from Jerusalem to Rome in just a few short years. Today if you are a follower of Jesus then you can participate in an ongoing global revival. Don't dumb down the good news and don't be afraid because of the postmodern pressure to shut up and become part of the one world-wide religion.

Jesus isn't a religion he is God's Son and the great missionary of God's. He came from heaven to earth and became one of us. He died and rose. His love, which I don't deserve marks me. He knows me as I am and loves me. He put me in a family and in the Church. Now I bump into people sharing the joy of knowing that Christ goes before me. No one I meet is a stranger of enemy they are fellow travelers and people who God's Spirit is calling. Will you discover the joy of sharing Jesus with me? I am looking forward to this next week and the opportunity to share the greatest news in the world with people who will listen.
Gone Fishin,
PJ

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A Missional Surge


I am so amazed to discover in my encounter with friends that God is on the move in a way that is absolutely profound. On one hand my "I AM" friends and my friends that are into Native American spirituality and Buddhism speak of a vision of life that is out of tune with the realities of everyday. Where are the rescue missions, hospitals and feeding programs that these spiritualities give birth to? But the Thrift Stores and Christmas baskets come from plain old salt of the earth Christ-followers.
There is a dna that is contagious. It started with God sending Jesus and infecting a few who in turn caught the grace and mercy of a God who loves us enough to die for us. Here is a good who is real. A crucified God who suffers with us and impacts people. God is at work all around us. God is calling us to participate in the greatest mission of love. To tell people that Jesus is for all people and that this good news is exclusively in Jesus. It is like breathing in and breathing out. Real Christ-followers are discovering that God is calling us to care for the people around us. And that joy is in the mission. The purpose of life is all about this mission of God.

Blessings, PJ

Monday, March 22, 2010

What NOW?


Today after the senate and congress moved to pass the health care bill everyone is asking: what now? Some in worry and some in great anticipation. But no matter what happens we are invited to remember that God is on the throne. Jesus is Lord not Caesar or Obama.

Human politics and human religion are filled with our brokenness and corruption but the kingdom of heaven is loose in the world. Right alongside the work of the Democratic and Republican party, God is setting up a new kingdom. The Church too often aligns itself with one side or the other; but Jesus is calling us to give our allegiance to the kingdom of God. It is this hope that keeps me positive today. From the rubble of our fallen world Jesus is rising to life in the midst of the people who cling to him.
Blessings, PJ

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Ancient Christianity in 2010?

Well, let me continue to set my personal pastoral life in context. The local community college shows the diversity. In the 70's Iranians came. My red neck rancher father-in-law was invited to help in their plan to dispose of the Shah by his "blood brother" Muslim friend. Most of them left when he was removed from power but others followed from all over the world. The flags in the student union show the diversity but when they have their spirituality fair so do the book tables fundamentalist Christians, Buddhists and new age groups.

We the people of this wild country want to be free from government and some of us have a dream of a new state, thus the State of Jefferson movement that has roots back to the 1800's, and some are beginning to think of a new nation of mountain folk. But who would pay for our roads, schcols and ah... whatever else the big cities life for?

It is different here but it is also the same thing most Americans are facing. Many people who consider themselves red blood Americans see Jesus as just another religious leader albeit a good one. But there a hope that God is universal and of course angels or something like that. It is a hodge podge spirituality. Some are atheists, agnostics but most people consider themselves spiritual. There are a few churches that are doing well and many that are small and struggling. Spirituality has taken a weird personal and private turn. People who call themselves "Christians" are shopping for a church in the same way they shop for the best big screen HDTV. The pastors I know are mostly traditional with some mixture of desire to be relevant. There are few who are seeking to be hip and cutting edge, a new kind of Christian. This is the world in which I live, pray, love my wife and look forward to visits with my family.

But I have been wondering for a long time what it means to be shaped by the Living presence of Jesus Christ as Lord and Savior, very ancient and unique words in this world. I don't want to go back to the fifties, though many of my friends dream of that. But I want to live with the wisdom of Christ Jesus rooted in the scriptures, ancient wisdom of the church fathers and mothers, the Reformers and Puritans. This is what this blog is about. We are all believers in some way. But I am betting my life that belief in the Father, the Son and Holy Spirit is the life that will not only sustain me but lead me into the epic purpose of real life. I am a human like you that is inviting you to share this adventure that I have been in for forty years. Join with me as I pray and share life with you openly and vulnerable to the hurt and disappointment we all face.
Blessings, PJ

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

A New Kind of Christian? Or an Old One?

Being a pastor in Siskiyou County is different than San Francisco, Portland or Seattle in many ways. There are less people here, so few that this county is considered frontier by those who study demographics. We have more cattle than people. We have mountains that contain the largest stretch of the Pacific Crest Trail anywhere. The trail winds from the McCloud river wilderness, down to the Sacramento River up to the Castle Craigs, up over the moutains that look across to Mt. Shasta for miles past lake after lake, along the edge of the Trinity Alps, through the middle of the Marble Mountains and north to the Siskiyous before it enters Oregon. There are more acres on end than your eye can take in, more backwoods, and open range than you will find anywhere in California. There is a rain forest, or should we call it big snow country to the south of Mount Shasta where I pastor in McCloud but where I live north of the mountain there is a rain shadow.

I pastor two churches in post-everything America, the one in McCloud and one in Weed! Yes, I spelled it correctly, and we appreciate you laughter it is the name of our local brewery too which is know for its "Legal Weed". I look out the window from my home at that massive Mt. Shasta and to the west Mt. Eddy, a view that will always take my breath away.

The people that live here are just as varied as the landscape. This land where my wife grew up, defined what it meant to be "red neck". I moved here for the first time in 1974. I worked first for my father-in-law on the Grenada Cattle Ranch and then in Scott Valley on another ranch. The people that grew up here before MTV came on cable television had two kins of music: country and western. Now you will hear the Grateful Dead in the grocery store and Randy Travis in the restarant. You might see a Buddhist monk walk the streets right next to an old cowpoke, loggers and punks in baggie sagging jeans. The racial mix of the population is just as diverse African Americans, Native Americans, Hispanics, Italians, Scot Irish, Portuguese and a mix of northern Europeans that have been here for over a hundred years. We boast of being the first county to have a black sheriff the USA. His name was Charlie Byrd and he was a friend of mine. After the war in Vietnam and because of the kind bigheartedness of Christians and hippies Laotians and other Southeast Asian add to the mix. Picture a Buddhist monastery, little white churches, environmentalists store fronts, liberal Democrats, Republicans, Independents, ranchers, hunters and suburban transplants and you get a picture. It is weird and getting weirder all the time. Pastoring here is an adventure. Join me in the conversation.
Blessings, PJ Pastor Jim