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Return to Your First Love

Posted in By Patty Kennedy 1 comments

A few years ago, our sons presented me with an iPod for Christmas. At the time I wasn't sure how I would employ it, but it didn't take long for me to realize its value. Now I cannot imagine doing my daily three miles on the treadmill without it.

Last week during my workout, I listened to Steve Camp's "Open Heaven, Lord." Though I had heard it many times, this time was heart-wrenching for me, because the message is something God has been bringing to my attention over and over again of late. This verse in particular got me:
Jesus, Holy Lord
Our prayers are lifeless and cold.
Waken us up from the slumber of sin
And purify our lives within.
I am guilty of my prayers being lifeless and cold. Sometimes instead of remembering that my sovereign God has a perfect plan, I harp on how I want things to be done. Instead of praying for His will to be done, I babble about my personal gripes and irritations.

It is the same with the Church (capital "c" because I mean church universal). We make ourselves the butt of the world's jokes and the object of its disdain because, more often than not, we behave like anything but disciples of Jesus Christ. We want things our way. Some gripe about how the music at church is too loud or how there just aren't enough of the "good old hymns" anymore. Others gripe that there are too many hymns, and not enough upbeat music. Still others lament the fact that donuts are not served anymore -- only bagels.

A friend of mine recently shared a conversation she had with someone who had attended a church for just a few weeks, and said she didn't think it was a right fit. Normally that wouldn't be unusual, because sometimes you know after one visit if a church isn't right for you. But the woman's reasoning is what caused my friend to lovingly confront her. When pressed a little about why she didn't think this church was right, her first comment was about the music.

My friend very diplomatically suggested that if the type of music played was her only complaint, perhaps she needed to rethink why she attends church at all. And she is exactly right. Friends, do you look for church services that will entertain you and ensure that you are not bored for 90 minutes every Sunday? Or do you go because you thirst for God, as the psalmist does in Psalm 42? Do you prefer to hear clever anecdotes and stories from the pastor, because the truth of God's Word makes you feel uncomfortable?

God is calling His Church to awaken, my dear brothers and sisters. He is calling us to stop fattening ourselves with mindless entertainment so that we can feast on the Bread of Life. He is calling us to circumcise our hearts that have become calloused due to sin.

The rest of Steve Camp's song asks God to refresh and renew His people, and restore us to our first love. It may not be your kind of music, but I encourage you to give it a listen:

http://grooveshark.com/#!/search/song?q=Steve+Camp+Open+Heaven+Lord


Satan isn't Alfalfa.

Posted in By Hannah 4 comments


Last week an elderly man, dressed in his matching military colors and ready to fight, followed me out of the store and to my car.

"Miss," he blurts out,"Your jacket? Is that meant to be a testimony to the Lord?"

Chuckling, I look at my jacket, a thinning black shell. A jacket I've worn for 10 years, bearing an arm patch that reads, "Satan Sucks."  I cheerfully say, "Why yes, it is! Bought it off a Christian biker gang when...," He cut me off and huffs, "Well, I find it offensive."
"Oh well, I am sorry, sir, I ..." he cut me off once more. He declared he had been a minster for 43 years and he had never witnessed such a vile irreverence as my apparel. My apparel being a floor length dress, combat boots, scarf and an old, black jacket that bears, what I believe, is an honest statement. He proceeded to scorn me for my various physical offenses (nose ring) and continued to boast about his superior faith. When I tried to say that we served the same God, he bristled and his tangent became louder. To say the least, this guy was fired up and on a warpath. He talked bout his military service and his ministry. He suggested I change the patch to the less offensive, "Satan is a rascal." Now, at this point, I was just vaguely annoyed. I felt his indigence for a bluntly truthful phrase was leaning into preposterous territory, but I listened to his opinion and I was respectful. I thanked him for his service in the military as well as his service in ministry, and then I tried to thank him for his honest opinion and boldness in the Lord, but he once more shut me down and interjected, "No, you aren't hearing me. I find you," making a gesture to all of me,"to be a poor testimony to the Lord."

Whaaaaattttt? I mean, wow, what can you say to that? I was unprepared for the weightiness of that awkward interaction. I have been called a bevy of bad things by cranky believers, but to hear from a complete stranger that my entire person was a poor testimony was beyond hurtful.

So what's the lesson here? I know Proverbs 12:1 says, "Whoever loves discipline loves knowledge, but he who hates correction is stupid." And I don't want to be stupid, but I also don't feel this was correction. I think this was just a cranky old man on a high horse that is real lame.

Yes, I am aware that the term "sucks" is not approved for the evangelical midwest, but, here's a shocker: I don't want to approved by this stale religion either. I've tried my whole life to fit into the wholesome church facade, but I was told I wasn't even fit to serve them. http://hammeronanvil.blogspot.com/2012/11/trampled-by-saints-redeemed-by-jesus.html I was pushed out of the church and into the margins, and it was there I really began to encounter Jesus. I have had to work out my faith, my own walk with the Lord, with fear and trembling (Philippians 2:12). I know where I stand and I know where I come from. I have been deceived, I have defiled and I have been completely destroyed. I write this blog to say that there is a love that covers a multitude of sins. And that is why I feel that patch is important. It's part of my testimony in my language. I've been there, I've done that, and I have a patch to prove it.

This might be the face I was making.
Friends, however rough the language is, I feel it is appropriate for the enemy. "Rascal," you said, Sir Grouchy Pants? That isn't even close. That's Our Gang talk. Buckwheat is a rascal. Taste and see the Lord is good and  then follow up with this thought: Satan is not Alfalfa. He is not a prankster. He is a destroyer. He isn't playfully teasing you; he wants you to hurt. He sets traps and lies in wait, laughing in delight as we blindly stumble into slippery slopes and deadly sins. He wants us to flail, fail and yes, he wants us to die. He wants us dead so bad that he will cheerfully love us to the grave. That's why he is so awful! His tricks are real and they are everywhere. It's not the antics of Little Rascals - he is evil. Look around! Look at how many people have fallen into his traps. Look at how often you have fallen! Look how easy it is for you to still fall. The world is writhing in pain and dying in grief, and we are no different if God's presence is not with us. Don't you see how deceived we are? There are other ways to say it, but simply, Satan sucks.

 Believers: We do not stop being humans when we become Christians. We are set apart because we are supposed to have the Lord's presence in our lives. If His presence is not with us, there is nothing that sets us apart. It is not the "Jesus Saves" tee you sport or the wholesome family-friendly programming you cherish. If His presence isn't in your life, in your actions, in how you treat others - you are no different that anyone else. The dainty subculture we have guarded ourselves with has really left us void. We believe we are special because Kirk Cameron makes movies about it. That means nothing! We have created a completely irrelevant and useless faith by pretending that life fits into our pretty people country club dress codes. "There is grace, but not for you"- That is what we are saying. We can't say "sucks," but we can read about stories of gang rape and murder in the Bible? That's weird, guys. Suddenly the grace we sing about no longer seems that amazing. Not if the Lord's presence is gone ... And honestly, looking at the church, I wonder if it is gone?

Let's be honest: The typical American Christian church is in need of a dire renovation. Our faith makes people roll their eyes and turn away. It's not the truth of the gospel that is repugnant. It's us. That's our fault. God's grace is amazing, but it's made perfect in our weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9.) Tell people, in your words, what God is doing. "Sing into the Lord a new song! Sing into the Lord all the Earth" (Psalm 96:1). Let's dump out this kiddy pool of stagnant and stale water and fill our lives with a fresh word and living water. Are you with me on this? Are you ready to say, "I've had enough"? Because I certainly have. I don't want these filthy rags, or even this "Satan Sucks" jacket. I want the Lord and I want His presence. I believe our faith is in a crossroads and we are on the brink of revival. It's time, Pretenders. What the church is and what we are called to be are two different things. And I don't know about you, but I am ready to follow the Lord, wherever He leads. I have done it all and I have seen it all, and I can tell you two things for certain: God is love and Satan sucks.
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