Joe McKeever

Things Prophets and Angels Did Not Know (I Peter 1:10-12)

These are a loaded three verses. To my knowledge, there's nothing quite like them in the New Testament, informing us that prophets and angels did their work without understanding the big picture.

"Concerning this salvation, the prophets who spoke of the grace that was to come to you, searched intently and with the greatest care,

"Trying to find out the time and circumstances in which the Spirit of Christ in them was pointing when he predicted the sufferings of Christ and the glories that would follow.

"It was revealed to them that they were not serving themselves but you, when they spoke of the things that have now been told you by those who have preached the gospel to you by the Holy Spirit sent from Heaven. Even angels long to look into these things."

One of the bedrock principles of a great segment of Bible scholars states that in order to understand a prophecy, a student should go back and try to learn what the prophet who announced it understood it to mean.

As if he was the ultimate authority on his prophecy.

This principle--clearly erroneous, according to this passage from the Apostle Peter--has given rise to the undermining of some of the great doctrines of the Christian faith.

The plain fact is, Peter says, the prophets said more than they knew. They were the instruments of "The Spirit of Christ within them."

God knew what He was doing; the prophets often didn't.

Nor did the angels. That one may be the greatest surprise of all.

What I've Learned About the Church

In this the Red Zone of my life--I turn 70 in two months, but don't let on like you know it; I'm trying to ignore it--I'm becoming more and more settled in certain aspects of the Kingdom of God. One that is becoming clearer and clearer is the prominence in the Lord's plan of His Church.

As one who began this journey--I received the kickoff a long way back, deep in the End Zone, to push the football metaphor to the brink!--loving the church but seeing no real strategic importance for it, this has been quite a trip.

Church was always a part of our family's life, beginning with the New Oak Grove Free Will Baptist Church near Nauvoo, Alabama, continuing with the little Methodist Church in a mining camp near Beckley, West Virginia, back to Nauvoo, then college chapel at Berry College near Rome, Georgia, West End Baptist Church in Birmingham where God did a dozen great things in my life forever changing my earthly and heavenly fate, and thereafter, on to the churches I have served.

Here's the list of the Southern Baptist Churches that have been so faithful, so foolhardy, so daring, as to bring me to labor among their leadership, in chronological order:

Unity Baptist Church, Kimberly, Alabama. (1962-63) They were the first, bless 'em.
Central Baptist Church, Tarrant, Alabama (first six months of 1964)
Paradis Baptist Church, Paradis, LA (1965-67)
Emmanuel Baptist Church, Greenville, MS (1967-70)
FBC Jackson, MS (minister of evangelism) (1971-73)
FBC Columbus, MS (1974-86)
FBC Charlotte, NC (1986-89)
FBC Kenner, LA (1990-2004)

Still a member of the Kenner church, although following my retirement last June 1 from the Baptist Association of Greater New Orleans, I'm in a different church almost every weekend.

So, here they are, my TWENTY-ONE battle-tested, tried-in-the-fire-and-found-to-be-authentic, strongly held convictions about the Church of the Lord Jesus Christ.

I send them forth not because they are new, but in the hope that God's people who read them will come across one or two of them they've not thought of, causing them look deeper into that aspect of the Kingdom and thus have a greater appreciation for the Mind and Heart of God.

This list is not exhaustive (although some might find it exhausting!), but I can't wait for that. Let's get started....

Why Small Churches Tend to Stay Small (Part 2)

(This is part 2 of a two-part article, 6 through 10 reasons on why small churches usually do not grow. Click here for part 1)

6. No plan.

The typical, stagnant small church is small in ways other than numbers. They tend to be small in vision, in programs, in outreach, and in just about everything else.

Perhaps worst of all, they have small plans. Or no plans at all.

The church with no plan--that is, no specific direction for what they are trying to do and become--will content itself with plodding along, going through the motions of "all churches everywhere." They have Sunday School and worship services and a few committees. Once in a while, they will schedule a fellowship dinner or a revival. But ask the leadership, "What is your vision for this church?" and you will receive blank stares for an answer.

Here are two biblical instances of church leaders who knew what they were doing.

In Acts 6, when the church was disrupted by complaints from the Greek widows of being neglected in the distribution of food in favor of the Hebrew widows, the disciples called the congregation together. They said, "It is not right for us to neglect....(how they would fill in this blank reveals their plan)...in order to wait on tables." And then, as they commissioned the seven men chosen, the disciples said, "We will turn this responsibility over to them and give our attention to....(fill in the blank)."

In the first instance, the disciples saw their plan as "the word of God" and in the second as "prayer and the ministry of the word."

How do you see your ministry, pastor? What is your church's focus?

Earlier, when Peter and John were threatened by the religious authorities who warned them to stop preaching Jesus, they returned to the congregation to let them know of this development. Immediately, everyone dropped to their knees and began praying. Notice the heart of their prayer, what they requested: "Now Lord, consider their threats and enable your servants to.....(what? how they finished this is how we know their plan, their chief focus)."

"...to speak your word with great boldness." (Acts 4:29)

When the Holy Spirit filled that room, the disciples "were all filled with the Holy Spirit and spoke the word of God boldly." (v. 31) Clearly, that means they spoke it into the community, the world around them, and not just to one another.

When I asked a number of leaders for their take on why so many small churches do not grow, several said, "They need to focus on the two or three things they do best. Not try to be everything to everyone."

Some churches need to focus on children's ministry, others on youth or young adults, young families, or even the oldsters. (Tell me why it is when a church is filled with seniors, we look upon it as failing. It's as though white-haired people of our society don't need to be reached for the Lord.)

Some will focus on teaching, others on ministry in the community, some on jail and prison ministries, and some on music or women's or men's work.

One note of explanation: this is not to say that the church should shut down everything else to do one or two things. Rather, they will want to keep doing the basics, but throw their energies and resources, their promotions and prayers and plans, into enlarging and honing two or three ministries they feel the Lord has uniquely called them into.

Why Small Churches Tend to Stay Small (Part 1)

(This is part 1 of a two-part article, the first 5 of 10 reasons on why small churches usually do not grow. Click here for part 2)

First, an explanation or two, then a definition.

I know more about getting smaller churches to grow than larger ones. I pastored three of them, and only the first of the three did not grow. I was fresh out of college, untrained, inexperienced, and clueless about what I was doing. The next two grew well, and even though I remained at each only some three years, one almost doubled and the other nearly tripled in attendance and ministries.

By using the word "grow," I do not mean numbers for numbers sake. I do not subscribe to the fallacy that bigness is good and small churches are failures. What I mean by "grow" is reaching people with the gospel of Jesus Christ. If you reach them and start new churches, your local church may not expand numerically, but it is most definitely "growing." If you are located in a town that is losing population and your church manages to stay the same size, you're probably "growing" (i.e., reaching new people for the Lord).

There are not "ten reasons" why small churches tend to remain small. They do tend to stay that way, you've probably noticed. But there must be hundreds of reasons for this, and no two churches are alike.

This is simply my observations as to why stagnant, ungrowing churches tend to stay that way. I send it forth hoping to plant some seed in the imagination of a pastor or other leader who will be used of the Lord to do great things in a small church.

I have frequently quoted Francis Schaeffer who said, "There are no small churches and no big preachers." I like that. But it's not entirely true. We've seen churches made up of just a few people and stymied by lack of vision and a devotion to the status quo. And here and there, we may encounter a preacher with the world on his heart and the wisdom of the ages on his lips; that for my money is a "big preacher."

But this is not about being such a preacher. We're concerned with not being one of those churches.

It Is Well With My Soul

Joy in Mudville

New Orleans is beside itself with joy this morning. People are walking around with a grin on their faces and a quickness to their step.

The New Orleans Saints are going to the Super Bowl.

The (Jackson, MS) Clarion-Ledger cartoonist Marshall Ramsey says on his Facebook page that the King Edward Hotel is reopening there after 40 years, Massachusetts has elected a Republican to fill the Kennedy seat in the U.S. Senate, and the New Orleans Saints are in the Super Bowl. Can the Apocalypse be far behind?

Last night as soon as the Saints kicker knocked the ball 40 yards downfield through the uprights, a cheer ascended heavenward from this part of the world as one voice. I walked out the front door of my house just to see if anyone else was coming outside. After all, we need to share our joy and express it with those of like minds.

Up and down the block they were flowing into the street, some yelling that odd Saints cry of "Who Dat!" You could hear fireworks popping from every direction.

After 43 years, our team has won the NFC Championship and earned a spot in the Super Bowl to be played in Miami on February 7. How sweet it is.

I hope the joy lasts a long time. But I'm also a realist.

Pastor, Make Us Think

"...and in that law he meditates day and night." (Psalm 1:2)

One writer says that word "meditates" reminds him of something he saw his dog do in the Northwest woods where they were living. One day his dog dragged a huge bone up to the house. Clearly, it came from the carcass of an elk or moose, he said, and that little dog had certainly not brought the animal down. But that pup sure did enjoy that bone.

What he did was to gnaw on it day after day, eating it away little by little. Sometimes, the canine would bury the bone under leaves and later dig it out and resume its worrisome process of ingesting that huge bone. Eventually, he had consumed the entire thing.

That is what the believer is to do with the word, the writer said. Think about it, consider it from every angle, take in all he can today, then lay it aside for the moment, only to bring it out later and gnaw on it again until it has become his.

In every church a pastor will quickly find two groups: those who enjoy being prodded into thinking by his sermons and those who refuse to think and insist that their spiritual food be predigested so it goes down smoothly.

My observation is that only the first group will grow spiritually. The unthinking group is content to be spiritual infants and to remain that way.

The unthinking member demands simple sermons, easy lessons, no gray areas, all Scripture interpretation to be neat and orderly with no room for differences of interpretation, and no challenges to his beliefs, his position, his world.

The unthinking has a difficult time with Jesus. He refuses to abide by their demands, just as He did with every group He ministered to in the First Century.

The pastor's challenge is to move members of the fallow group into the first category--to show them the delights of reflecting on God's Word, thinking about His message, studying their Sunday School lessons, and examining most everything else in lives, and then to incorporate God's truths into their lives.

Consider this example.

"Now there were some present at that time who told Jesus about the Galileans whose blood Pilate had mixed with their sacrifices. Jesus answered, 'Do you think that these Galileans were worse sinners than all the other Galileans because they suffered that way?'"

The Lord proceeded to answer his rhetorical question with a "No, but unless you repent, you too will all perish," but clearly, He wanted them to think about this.

"Do you think?"

Then, stressing the point, Jesus called to their mind a similar tragedy with an identical truth. "Or those eighteen who died when the tower in Siloam fell on them--do you think they were more guilty than all the others living in Jerusalem?" (Luke 13:1-5)

Well, Lord, pardon me, but...well, you see...we don't actually like to think about these things. Can you just lay it out there in black and white and we'll simply quote you and run along.

Sorry. He refuses to play into our laziness, to cater to our inertia.

Faith: The Most Ubiquitous Force in the Universe (I Peter 1:8-9)

"Though you have not seen Him, you love Him; and even though you do not see Him now, you believe in Him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls." (I Peter 1:8-9)

A few years ago, a group of scientists were given the most prestigious award in the world, the Nobel Prize for science, for discovering that all around us, all around them, and throughout every cubic foot of the universe is reverberating tiny echoes of the original Big Bang, Creation itself. They called it something like a "humming," which everyone heard to the point that they had quit questioning it.

You see the same wallpaper every day and eventually you quit noticing it. When the scientists decided to analyze the mysterious hum, they found echoes of the Beginning.

Faith is like that. It's everywhere, everyone uses it, lives by it, orders their lives by it and around it, but rarely give it a thought.

The funny thing is how some dispute that they believe in faith or use it in any way. As they do so, they draw their breath by faith, stand on their spot of terrain by faith, and plan their next act by faith.

Defining faith is a little tricky. Everyone tries his hand at it.

The writer of Hebrews--whoever he or she was--introduces the well-beloved 11th chapter, the Faith Chapter in our New Testament, with a definition:

"Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." (Heb. 11:1 NIV)

Some kid said it's believing what you know isn't true.

Here's my definition:

"Faith is a conviction that a certain thing is true and real and solid on the basis of evidence even though some evidence is still missing."

We are all celestial Sherlock Holmeses in a way--studying the evidence, coming to conclusions on the basis of that evidence, but all the while wishing we had the missing parts of the puzzle. Divine sleuths.

The disciple of Jesus Christ goes forward by faith. The Jew, the Taoist, the Muslim all live by faith. The Hindu, the Buddhist, the animist, and the voodoo practitioner get up every morning and go forth by faith.

The atheist lives by faith. The skeptic and agnostic are faith practitioners, just as much as Oral Roberts or Jerry Falwell or Billy Graham or Mother Teresa ever were.

This is true for the simple reason that we on this planet have tons of evidence for belief and a great deal for unbelief. We find loads of evidence for confidence our house will still be standing on the ground it occupies this morning and likewise reason to fear it won't. Ask any Haitian about that.

The insurance company, the Fortune 500 conglomerate, and the bakery that opened in the strip mall near my house, all roll the dice and take their chances.

We live by faith every day. Get used to it.

Faith is only as good as its object. Here is where the disciple of Jesus Christ shines.

The Oldest Question in the World (I Peter 1:6-7)

When Katrina devastated this part of the world, two-thirds of the preachers in this land climbed into the pulpits the following Sunday to address the question on everyone's mind: "Why suffering?"

It's variously stated as "Why does God allow suffering?" and "Why do bad things happen to good people?" or "If God is all-loving and all-powerful, why doesn't He end suffering?"

With the earthquake that wrought unbelievable death and suffering in Haiti, all those old questions have resurfaced.

What amazes Bible students and pastors is that the theology of Job's friends, which the Word goes to such lengths to discredit, is still alive and well and being spread by many who claim to be Christians.

It's what's called in the logic classroom a "syllogism" and it looks like this:

The righteous do not suffer.
You are suffering.
Therefore, you are not righteous.

I did not hear Pat Robertson's inflammatory comment last week in which he is said to have suggested (or actually made, I'm not sure) that Haiti's constant poverty and suffering and now this earthquake which has taken the lives of 100,000 people is the result of an old voodoo pact the Haitians made with the devil.

If he said it and believes it, he believes in voodoo more than he should.

Anyone who believes that God is judging that sad little nation in this way ought to be ashamed of themselves. The poorest nation in the Western Hemisphere, and God picks on them! What kind of tyrant do people think we worship?!

The Apostle Peter was writing to some people who were puzzled about their own suffering. Scholars are confident, to my knowledge, that the epistle was penned in the decade of the 60's A.D. This would put it smack-dab in the middle of Nero's time, that despot who burned Rome and blamed it on Christians.

We actually have a date for that event: July 19, A.D. 64. The fire burned for 3 days and 3 nights, was stopped, and then it broke out again. We're told that Nero had a passion for building and needed to clear off space for his next projects. Since the buildings of much of Rome were wooden and the streets were narrow, a fire could take out much of the city, as it did.

Historians do not have a smoking gun, so to speak, identifying Nero as the culprit, but even at the time, everyone knew the name of the arsonist. We're told that people trying to put out the fires were hindered. The historian Tacitus, who was 9 when all this happened, names names and fingers Nero.

The citizens were in an uproar. Nero quickly saw he was going to need a scapegoat, someone to pin the blame on.

He chose the Christians.

Tacitus wrote: "He falsely diverted the charge on to a set of people to whom the vulgar gave the name of Chrestians, and who were detested for the abominations they perpetrated."

Abominations? Outsiders thought they were cannibalistic from their rituals of "eating the flesh and drinking the blood of Jesus."

Antisemitism was already rampant in those days, and since Christians were associated with Judaism, this made them doubly apt as targets.

So, a period of intense harassment, persecution, and torture was begun. We're told a large number of Christians were rolled in pitch (that would be tar), hoisted onto posts, and set afire to light the city. Untold numbers of disciples of the Lord Jesus were martyred in this manner.

Peter writes to people for whom suffering is no abstraction. They encounter hostility and rejection, brutality and persecution, everywhere they go.

Heaven: One Surprising Thing We'll Do There

I had a small reminder today of what Heaven is going to be like.

Remember, you heard it here.

I was having lunch with Pastor Michael and Jane Perry after the morning services in the First Baptist Church of Moss Point, Mississippi, where they serve. We got started talking about families or football or something, and they said Jane's father--now in Heaven--was the biggest Alabama fan on the planet.

"He had Bear Bryant pictures all over the house," she said. "He's gone but they're still there."

That's when I related my little tale of the 1980 game between Bama and Mississippi State. As I began talking, Michael started smiling. I said, "Have I told you this story?" He said, "No, but I remember the game. Go ahead, and I'll tell you when you finish."

My story went like this. We had driven from our home in Columbus, MS, to Jackson for the game. Alabama had a 17-game winning streak going and State was a perennial doormat for the Southeastern Conference. Even though we liked both teams--we were located between both universities on U.S. 82 which adjoins them--we were rooting for Bama that day.

When the game ended, the score was State 6, Bama 3.

We stopped in Starkville for supper (!) and drove on home. Pulling into the driveway, we saw people inside our garage. It was 6 or 8 of our neighbors. They were painting a large sign for my house, no doubt rubbing in the loss.

One of them ran up to the car and said, "You're back too soon. Come back in 30 minutes."

I let the family in the back door and went to wash the car. On my return, they had rigged up a massive sign covering the front porch of my house, complete with floodlights in the yard. The sign read: "The Bulldogs blitzed!" (that was the team's theme) "State 6, Bama 3." Someone had done a pretty fair drawing of the bulldog sauntering off after the victory, with me on my knees in the rear, wearing my hat with the big 'A'. Underneath all that were two large captions:

"If my people will humble themselves...." and the other: "our land has been healed."

It made the front of Monday's newspaper.

I still have that folded up sign stored away in the attic somewhere.

Michael Perry laughed. "I told you Jane's daddy was the biggest Alabama fan. After that game, they were supposed to come up to our house, near Moulton, Alabama, where I was pastoring."

Pastor, Ask Something Great From Us

The reason many of us pastors keep returning to the same few quotes is that they are definitive for us. They so imbed themselves in our consciousness that they manage to define who we are.

Somewhere I read--wish I could remember where--of a friend who accompanied Abraham Lincoln to church. Afterwards, the friend asked how he had liked the sermon. The future president's answer was something like: "He may be a good man, but he's not a good preacher. A good preacher would have asked us to do something great, and he didn't."

(If I'm able to run down the exact quote, I'll insert it here.)

Sometimes a preacher needs a comeuppance like that from a layperson--calling us back to reality, insisting we remember our calling, that we not get so caught up in the minutiae of our work that we forget to issue the clarion call to God and righteousness.

It might even be appropriate to call Lincoln not a layperson, since that implies he's an active member of a church other than the clergy, but an outsider. He never joined a church, claimed to have a deep reverence for God and Scripture, but always seemed to see no personal need for involvement in a local church. So when we analyze a critique of a preacher from him, it's coming more from the outside than within the body.

But this is not about Lincoln. It's about his comment, and his excellent statement that a good preacher calls on people to do great things.

I completely agree, and am betting most pastors would also.

Now, my opinion is that the typical pastor does not call on people to do little things in place of "great" ones. That's not what Lincoln heard, I'm guessing. The pastor did not issue an invitation for people to sign up for janitorial work, volunteer to teach the 3rd grade boys, or bring casseroles on Wednesday nights.

Instead of being that specific, that detailed, and that minor, the preacher did something else.

He issued a broad invitation to do general things without ever making himself clear on what they ought to be doing.

One of the cardinal sins of sermons is to issue fuzzy calls for people to do nebulous things.

My Second-Best Story of All Time

I bemoan the death of mail-out church bulletins. The internet--and maybe the busy lives of church members--was the culprit.

Years ago, we preachers would receive as many as thirty or more bulletins from other churches every week in the mail. A secretary in each church was assigned to type up the congregational news, pastoral announcements, and such and put in the mail, usually by Wednesday or Thursday, with the assurance it would be in the mailboxes of the members no later than Saturday.

Most of us received only the mailouts from churches and pastors we knew well, or admired greatly and wanted to keep up with. A few I took because the minister or secretary (or both) could be counted on for a great story.

Back then, that was a great source of sermon illustrations. Some of us loaded our file cabinets with clippings from church bulletins.

That's where this one came from. I read it, loved it, clipped it out (alas, without the identifying information to say which church ran it), and have used it again and again over the years.

It's as powerful a metaphor for the state of many churches and millions of Christians as I've ever seen.

The date is Saturday night, December 6, 1941, the eve of "a date that will live in infamy."

The Best Article Ever

"The Commission" magazine exists now only on-line but for many generations it arrived in the homes and churches of Southern Baptists all over the country. I've known and appreciated several of its editors and grieved when it went out of business. (It was the monthly publication of the SBC Foreign Mission Board, headquartered in Richmond.)

Two things in "The Commission" when it was a print magazine changed my life forever. They were so tiny, I'm confident that the people who dropped them in had no idea how significant they were.

The first was a tiny notice in the fall of 1976 announcing that a cartoonist was needed by the missionaries in Singapore. As a part of their urban strategy, they wanted to produce an evangelistic comic book and distribute to teens all over that island nation.

They needed someone to draw it.

I read that in my office and thought, "I could do that." The phone rang. Margaret was calling from home. "Did you see this little note in 'The Commission' that they need a cartoonist to draw a comic book in Singapore? You could do this."

That's how it happened that in May of 1977 I traveled to Singapore and spent two weeks with missionaries Bob and Marge Wakefield. The urban strategists who had conceived the idea--Ralph and Ruthie Neighbour--had returned to Houston, but they continued working with us on this.

I worked with the Singaporean believers on developing a workable script and sketched people and places all over the city. Then, returning to my pastorate in Mississippi, I set about drawing the full-length comic book. Ralph Neighbour got the drawings transferred to acetate cels, which we--my family, my church members, my neighbors!--worked at coloring BY HAND over the next few weeks. We did it in precisely the same way the Disney studios do their hand-drawn cartoons such as "The Princess and the Frog." We found out it was a job!

That's one thing so fascinating about visiting the Disney display in the New Orleans Museum of Art (the exhibit runs through March 14, 2010). Here are all these cels on view that were so gorgeously done, and I know exactly how they got that way. Except in our case, we did about 30 or 40 pages (I forget the exact number) and the Disney folks turned out something like 80,000 for a full-length cartoon movie.

My church members kicked in the money to print that comic in full color and it was shipped to Singapore. Ten thousand copies. Some were sold on newsstands for only the amount needed to give the seller a profit and the others were distributed by the churches. I kept out enough to give one each to our helpers and contributors and my children. (I have one copy left, plus the acetate cels, stowed away in a drawer or box somewhere.)

That was memorable and life-changing for me--I hope it was for some Singaporeans, but we'll have to wait for Heaven to find out--and it began with a tiny announcement in our missions magazine.

The other thing "The Commission" did that made a lasting difference for me was a small news item which I clipped out and have used in sermon after semon ever since.

Kept for Something Special (I Peter 1:5)

"...who through faith are shielded by God's power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time." (I Peter 1:5)

Exactly five years ago, my oncologist put me on a program to radiate my head and neck areas. A few weeks earlier, in December of 2004, the surgeon had removed cancerous tissue from under my tongue and had ordered the radiation. When I asked why, since he assured me he'd gotten all the cancer, he said, "Because the processes that gave you cancer in the first place are still at work. We want to shut them down."

The oncologist--the cancer doctor--informed me that he spent many hours programming the computer so that certain areas would be lasered with pin-point accuracy. In former days, radiation was widely broadcast and killed every thing in its path. These days, with computers, they try to avoid taste buds and saliva glands as much as possible.

The ENT doctor had prepared me for the change. "Food will never again taste as good to you as it does right now." He was right about that.

In the weeks of preparation and then through the months of daily radiation, I found myself praying something extremely biblical: that the Lord would be my shield.

I began reading the Psalms and highlighting every mention of the Lord as our shield. I wondered if the exact number of mentions would correspond to the number of treatments ordered. At this distance, I do not recall how many times the Psalms call God our Shield, but the numbers were not the same.

"Lord," I prayed again and again, "be my Shield. Protect me from this radiation. Let it do what it's supposed to do and nothing else."

As far as we can tell five years later, the Lord answered that prayer magnificently. I'm still cancer free and have most of my taste and a good portion of my saliva. Some foods have little taste, but most do just fine, and my mouth is often dry. So I'm rarely without my water bottle, especially when preaching.

Most translations of this verse make the Greek word "phrourein" out to mean "protect" or "keep." It's a military term, we're told, similar to being "garrisoned" or "guarded by a great power."

The NIV says we are "shielded." I like that. It's good to be shielded.

During the Reagan presidency, there was talk of the United States constructing some kind of giant shield-in-the-sky to protect us from nuclear weapons from various enemies. The impracticality of that ended the discussion, but there's no question that we need a shield. The only question is what kind and where do we find it.

"The Lord is my strength and my shield." (Ps. 28:7)

"The Lord God is a sun and a shield; the Lord gives grace and glory. No good thing does He withhold from him who walks uprightly." (Ps. 84:11)

The Reservoir of Your Creativity

The number of really creative people is far lower than it should be.

Not that there is a line drawn somewhere to say who is and who is not creative. Such a dividing line would be subjective and blurred. I suspect that creativity is like art: I can't define it but I know it when I see it.

I've been accused of creativity.

Maybe it has something to do with being a cartoonist. You see things a little differently. Or, if the left brain/right brain scenario is correct, it could be that right-brainers (the artsy people) are naturally more creative. Which comes first, the chicken or the egg, the brain-half dominance or the interests and skill?

My strong conviction is that since every pastor is expected to be a leader--it goes with the territory--in the same way, the shepherd of the Lord's flock should also be creative in the way he thinks, leads, and speaks.

If the Holy Spirit at work in the lives of believers is likened to new wine that is never static, but always expanding, growing, and changing, and if the wineskin is required to be flexible and pliable in order to contain that new wine, then an important requirement is that the Lord's people should be flexible and adaptable and creative.

A church that is wed to the status quo is a contradiction in terms, an oxymoron.

The question then is: whence cometh creativity?

The good news is: there is an answer to that.

My Take on "The Shack"

Everyone I know has read the William Paul Young book, "The Shack." Everyone except me.

Why I didn't get around to reading it over the last couple of years as it zoomed to the top of the best-selling list and stayed there, I don't know. I observed that no one was neutral about it, some cursing it and warning everyone off and others testifying to how it changed everything about the way they think of God.

That's pretty powerful stuff. Wouldn't mind writing a book that would do that, myself.

I confess that the only reason I read the book this weekend is that my niece Lisa McKeever Hollingsworth asked me to and to tell her what I think. She had wept through it and said that nothing has affected her the way this book did.

I bought it at the local used paperback book store. The sticker on it reads "$9.00 cash."

It was a fast read. It's well written. Mr. Young clearly has written before and has a knack for expression. A knack for the shack? Sorry.

The good thing about penning one's thoughts on a blog is that he can always re-enter the website and tweak what he has written. I expect I'll be doing that since I have so many currents running through my mind on this little book, and doubtless I'll forget to jot some of those thoughts down.

It hits me that writing a review of a book long after it has run its course is par for me. The only time I saw the movie "Gone With the Wind" was 30 years after its debut. It came to the theaters in Greenville, Mississippi, where I was pastoring my first church following seminary, and so affected me that I sat down at the typewriter and put on paper all the thoughts rushing through my mind. What I did with it in those pre-blog days, I have no memory.

As I sit at the computer, the clock in the lower right corner identifies the time as 3:02 a.m.

I had planned to sleep last night and did for some four hours. At 2 a.m., I awakened and made the customary journey to the smallest room in the house which people my age take in the middle of nights. I took a couple of pills I always take at that time, and then, wide awake, went to my drawing table and worked on six cartoons for a pastor friend in Michigan who asked me to illustrate a mission lesson he is doing.

And I decided to get back into bed and read the last 25 pages of "The Shack." Those who have read it will vouch for that being a climactic part of the plot. When I laid the book down, far from being ready for bed, I knew I'd have to write down all those emotions and thoughts fighting in my brain for expression.

So, here goes.

Dear Lisa.

What Ethical Looks Like

The talk in my city concerns the surprising resignation of the area's most successful politician, Aaron Broussard.

Here is a man who has made a career of local politics, beginning at the age of 25 when he was elected to the Jefferson Parish School Board. He was re-elected two years later. In 1977, he won a special election for a seat on the parish council, and a full term two years later.

In 1982, he became mayor of Kenner. I came as pastor of the First Baptist Church of Kenner in 1990 and Mr. Broussard was in church to welcome me my first Sunday. An ardent Roman Catholic, he often prefaces his talks to religious groups with, "I am a born again Christian. I accepted Jesus Christ as my Saviour at age (whatever)."

He was re-elected mayor in '88 and '92, then in 1995 became chairman of the Jefferson Parish Council and was re-elected in 1999. In 2003, he succeeded to his final position, parish president.

This word of explanation: Jefferson is the most populated parish in Louisiana. Its affairs are run by the parish council. The chairman presides over the council, but its president runs the day-to-day operations.

By all reports, Aaron Broussard is a good man. He's certainly a smooth operator, never meets a stranger, and seems to live to make the parish a better place to live.

The one major blip on his career--other than the last few weeks--came when he evacuated the pump operators from the parish as Hurricane Katrina bore down on the coast in August of 2005. Consequently, some neighborhoods were flooded. Broussard became Public Enemy Number One for residents who paid the price for his bad decision. A recall petition was begun, but never got the required signatures to bring it to a vote. When Broussard built safe houses for pump operators for future hurricanes, the furor died down. He was re-elected in 2007, although a couple of unknown challengers almost did him in.

Tim Whitmer has been the chief administrative officer for the parish for years. He served under Broussard's predecessor and Aaron kept him on. Everyone admits that Broussard is not a nuts-and-bolts kind of guy, but Whitmer is.

And therein lay the origins of the problem. No one was watching Whitmer.

On the side, Tim Whitmer formed a company he called Lagniappe, Inc., an insurance brokerage firm, to serve as a go-between for customers and insurance agencies. It helps customers find the right insurance company and oversees the policies.

Now, Whitmer was pulling down almost $200,000 a year in his job as CAO for the parish, which for most of us would be plenty. But, for those who love money, no amount is ever enough.

Soon Whitmer began working deals with other parishes to throw their insurance requirements his way. He suggested insurance companies to local government officials, and earned hefty fees from those companies.

Now it comes to light that in his capacity as a lawyer, Broussard handled some legal work for Lagniappe and was paid for it.

The feds are investigating Whitmer and he has been forced to resign. Interestingly, had he remained on the job until February 1, he could have drawn a pension of $172,000 for the rest of his life, even though he's only 49 years old. Nice work if you can get it.

Resigning early, as he was forced to do, means he'll not be able to draw that pension for another five years. So it cost him dearly in one way. In another way, he may be going to prison, so it may cost him far more dearly.

For the longest, Broussard defended Whitmer and refused to fire him until the pressure became unbearable. The public attended every parish council meeting, clamoring for Aaron to do his duty and fire the guy.

And now one more financial revelation about Broussard has been turned up.

Our Angry God

The January 9, 2010, edition of The Times-Picayune gives the sad tale of an emergency room doctor--of all people--who let his road rage get the best of him. He's going to prison for five years because of his lack of self-control.

Christopher Thompson of Los Angeles, age 60, was convicted in November for assault with a deadly weapon (his car), battery with serious bodily injury, reckless driving, and mayhem. What he did was to throw on his brakes suddenly, causing the bicyclists to slam into his car. One came through the rear window. Both were injured.

What led up to that moment we're not told. But we can imagine.

If the cyclists were anything like those around this city, they were not obeying the traffic laws. I would wager not one biker in a dozen in any city in America knows that they are required to obey the same laws as automobiles, stop at the same stop signs, stay in the same lanes, give the same signals, etc.

It can be infuriating watching them dart in and out of traffic, scooting around cars in a line, speeding through four-way stops. Motorbikes and motorcycles are worse, of course, because they are bigger and faster.

You can get angry. But you cannot get even.

Road rage is a condition we experience when other drivers blatantly ignore written or unwritten laws of respect and safety on the highways.

It's a rare driver who has not experienced that sensation. You're tooling along the highway, it's a lovely day, you're feeling good, and suddenly out of the blue a speedster appears out of nowhere and fills up your rear view mirror.

He flashes his lights for you to move over, practically paints himself onto your back bumper, and endangers everyone in your car and his. Your first impulse is to stay right where you are, to slow down even, and to guarantee that this guy is never going to pass your car in this lifetime.

Not good. Let him by. He's an accident looking for someone to happen to. Don't let it be you.

Anger is a normal reaction of the human mind when we are crossed, offended, endangered, or hurt. Everyone gets angry now and then.

Even God.

Kept By the Power of the Lord (I Peter 1:4ff)

Call her a "kept woman" and you'll be in big trouble.

The term implies that some rich guy is paying big for the favor of that woman's company, covering her rent, maybe lavishing gifts upon her.

In the early verses of this First Epistle of Peter, the apostle twice speaks of that which is "kept" by the Almighty.

"...an inheritance....kept in Heaven for you who through faith are kept by God's power...." (I Peter 1:4-5)

Our inheritance is kept for us in Heaven. We the Lord's disciples are kept by Him on earth.

Financial advisor Suze Orman in a radio commercial counsels people not to withdraw their money from the bank and hide it in a mattress as one person told her they were doing. "Put it in a bank where the F.D.I.C. guarantees your deposits up to a certain amount," she urges.

We want our money to be "kept" for us and available when we need it. We recall Jesus saying, "Lay not up for yourselves treasures on earth where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven...." (Matthew 6:19-20)

Many a bank, when advertising its services, will emphasize the word "security." For good reason, it turns out, since the economy of any country is so iffy.

This week, President Obama has had sitdown meetings with officials in his administration whose agencies are charged with keeping the traveling public safe. This resulted from a Christmas Day incident in which a Nigerian man tried to set off an explosive in a plane beginning its descent into Detroit. From all reports, the proper authorities knew of this man and should have banned him from travel to this country. Either they did not communicate this to one another or simply were derelict in their duties, but the president is determined that the agencies will do their jobs.

Safety is a big issue and always has been.

At the moment, I'm reading a popular novel in which a vacationing family has their small daughter abducted from under their noses. The law enforcement authorities inform the parents that the kidnaper is a serial murderer and that they should accept that the worst has happened. The father is tortured by thoughts that he should have protected his child and did not.

Your inheritance is protected in Heaven.

You are protected on earth.

Three Causes, Three Results (I Peter 1:3-4)

Every once in a while, we'll hear someone say that such-and-such is the most important doctrine in the Bible or the most important event in biblical history. "Because," they'll say, "if that had not happened, everything would have stopped at that point."

We can say that about Jesus' Incarnation, His Virgin Birth, His sinless life, His death on the cross, and His resurrection. Each one is a vital aspect of God's plan for redeeming this runaway planet. But to say that one is more important than the other is like choosing one link of a chain as superior to the others.

"Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His abundant mercy, has begotten us again to a living hope by the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible, and undefiled, that fadeth not away, reserved in Heaven for you...."

That's how I memorized these two verses a generation ago. Here is how the NIV says it:

"Praise to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade--kept in heaven for you."

One more? Here's Eugene Peterson's take on the same two verses:

"What a God we have! And how fortunate we are to have him, this Father of our Master Jesus! Because Jesus was raised from the dead, we've been given a brand-new life, and have everything to live for, including a future in Heaven--and the future starts now!" (The Message)

Okay, first a brief analysis of the contents of these two verses, then the celebration of them.

Peter begins by blessing God. He should, and so should we. It all begins in the heart of the Father, everything you and I appreciate about being disciples of Jesus.

1. God is its Source.
2. Mercy is its Cause.
3. The resurrection of Jesus is its culmination.

Why Politics Matter

I sat in the theater Wednesday weeping and hoping no one would notice.

The Victory Theater is a part of the National World War II Museum just off St. Charles Avenue in New Orleans, and I had taken my grandson who was out of school the week after New Year's. The "movie," I suppose we can call it that, was called "Beyond All Boundaries," and showed how this war was conducted, how it affected everyone, how it changed everything.

I forget how many millions of lives were ended as a result of that war. The number is astronomical but gets into the stratosphere when we add the millions exterminated in Hitler's concentration camps.

What hit me--and this was never an actual part of the story on the huge curved screens--was that much of the cause for the war was a failure in the politics of past years.

In saying that, I do not discount the sheer-genius and near-insanity of Adolf Hitler. No amount of diplomacy could have prevented him from doing what he did. He seemed to have understood only the language of brute force.

That said, it's still true however that the greater war was a failure of the politics of the previous generation. And that's what needs to be gotten across to our younger generation today.

Young people are bored with politics. Heads of states meet and deliberate and issue dull news releases. Embassies close down, secretaries of state exchange documents, summits are held, the television covers it all and newspapers blare it in their headlines. The football game is more interesting, so we turn to another channel.

Politics is (are?) mind-deadening to the vast majority of our people. Especially the young. And therein lies the problem.

I Peter 1:1-2 Who We Are

(Note: In the past, my Scripture notes on this blog have tied in with the particular book of the Bible which our denomination has selected to emphasize that winter. However, in recent weeks, I've been so blessed by reading the epistles of First and Second Peter, I've decided to focus on them for a time. As any pastor can tell you, I do this more for my own benefit and edification. If, however, readers find a use for these notes, you're certainly welcome to use them any way you please. No permission required.)

The First Epistle of Peter begins with an interesting juxtaposition of two unusual expressions:

"Peter, an apostle of Jesus Christ, to God's elect, strangers in the world...."

Think of that: you are the elect of God; you are strangers in this world.

Then, as if to underscore this paradox, the apostle continues:

"...scattered throughout Pontus, Galatia, Cappadocia, Asia and Bithynia, who have been chosen...."

You are dispersed and scattered, but you are chosen.

Honored royally by God, treated disdainfully by the world. That's almost always been the case with the Lord's faithful. It is today in many places throughout the world.

So, we are the elect? Is that what you are telling us, Peter?

Yes, but be careful here. People have gone to town on this concept and never been seen again. They have used it as a springboard into the stratosphere and are still sailing out through the wild blue yonder, no longer being grounded in reality or the clear teachings of Scripture.

Let's not make Scripture say what it doesn't say.

The Goody

I write in books. I mark up the stories and circle the insights I want to be able to find later. I argue in the margins and sometimes warn future readers away in the front.

The books I write in most are the ones I plan to keep for future reference. "Know Doubt" by John Ortberg is one of those. The subtitle is: "The Importance of Embracing Uncertainty in Your Faith."

It's a mother lode of great quotes and insights.

Ortberg, pastor of a Presbyterian church in Menlo Park, California, is turning out best-sellers at a Max Lucado pace. The first one I read was "If You Want to Walk on the Water, You've Got to Get Out of the Boat," and I've recommended it far and wide ever since. (In fact, I seem to remember that the Dean of the Graduate Faculty at our New Orleans Baptist Theological Seminary at the time, Perry Hancock, gave me that book. He'd used it in some of his classes, I think.)

Anyone who gives you a book by what turns out to be a favorite author has done you a great favor.

Growing up on the farm, the nuts and fruit we ate came from our trees and not from Sam's Club or a grocery store. The best nuts on our farm were black walnut, partly, I suspect, because the "goody" was so hard to get at.

Black walnuts are mostly wood. The shell is hard and thick and must be broken with a hammer. The payoff--what we kids called the goody--was small, but delicious.

I'm not suggesting you skip purchasing Ortberg's "Know Doubt" by telling you some of the "goodies" in it, but rather hoping to whet your appetite for the whole thing.

What follows are some of what I marked in his book....

1. "Every child is a testimony to God's desire that the world go on. Elie Wiesel, the Holocaust survivor who doubts sometimes, has written that the reason so many babies keep being born is that God loves stories." (p. 18)

Parables of Matthew Cartoons (Color)

Aw, C'Mon, Man!

ESPN Sports Network has a feature on their shows they call "C'Mon, Man!" They run clips of football players in the middle of games doing things that make absolutely no sense and are detrimental to their team. Sometimes it's the coach making the foolish decision--like facing fourth-down-and-four and "going for it" on their own 30 yard line when they are ahead in the score and the clock is winding down--and once in a while it's a fan pulling the bone-head play.

"C'mon, man" is something of a combination groan, "duh!" (remember those from 10 years ago?), and "are you kidding me?"

Tim Williams of Lacombe, Louisiana, did something truly foolish earlier this week and is paying for it dearly. (Note: I do not know the guy. This is all from the December 31, 2009, issue of the Times-Picayune.)

He had driven to the Texas line to pick up his 12-year-old daughter and bring her home. Along the way--they were on Interstate 12 just east of Baton Rouge, not more than 50 miles from home--dad and daughter decided they would play a trick on the other motorists.

What they did was to duct-tape the daughter's mouth and hands and make it look like Tim was kidnaping her.

Well, they succeeded. That's exactly what the other motorists thought when they called 911 to report them. Then, while waiting for the Louisiana Highway Patrol to arrive, other motorists boxed in the Williams' pickup truck so they could not get away.

"It's just a joke," Tim and his daughter protested.

The police did not laugh. And neither did the judge who set his bail at $3,000. The dad was charged with criminal mischief and contributing to the delinquency of a minor. The daughter was charged too and released into the custody of an uncle.

Now you know why mothers don't want to let the kids go off with dad.

The rest of the world would like to shake this father and say, "C'mon, man! What were you thinking? Even if your daughter was bored--all 12-year-old girls are bored!--and even if she suggested doing this, you are supposed to be the adult in this relationship! You are the one who thinks about consequences. It's up to the adult to say, 'I don't think so, honey. Why, what if (such-and-such) happened?'"

Lately, I've been thinking about people in the Lord's work who provoke a "c'mon, man!" reaction from the rest of us.