When is a problem no longer a problem? 

It’s not a trick question but the answer may not be as obvious to us as it seems to be. Many people only deal with a problem to the degree it actually comes to their attention or affects them and, thus, they consider the problem dealt with when it no longer appears to them in any way.

No adult I know takes delight in things like my youngest sister, Colleen. When it comes to delight, she is a piece of work! Shortly after her sixty-fifth birthday, Sharon and I stopped at her home in Medicine Hat on our way to an event in Saskatchewan. Because I know she loves it, we took her a cooler full of Chinese takeout. When she saw it, she literally yipped and then started doing a happy dance in view of the neighbourhood!

"Who made you king? I didn’t vote for ya!" (Monty Python and the Holy Grail)

Highlight packages or movie clips or TV show “shorts” are great if you want to get the sense of what happened while saving time. They are lousy if you want to immerse yourself in the event or the story. Sadly, it seems that too many of us would prefer that our lives would be YouTube shorts — just a few critical details without all the living. But, my friends, that is not real life and it is certainly not the Christian life.

“We attack each new day with the truth.”

You may be rightly wondering what ancient philosopher made that insightful comment. It is no less a philosophical light than the current coach of the Montreal Canadiens hockey team. Speaking at a press conference the day after his team took a 2-1 lead in the best of seven series, Martin St. Louis responded to a question about whether the team approached a game differently, depending on whether they had won or lost the previous game. St. Louis was quick to respond: “What happened in the previous game doesn’t matter. Yes, we’ll also acknowledge what was good but there is always something we can do differently or better. That’s our focus — the truth.”

Aware that I’m one of the more stubborn beings that I know (and I know lots of people), let me ask you a simple question: “How stubborn are you?” Now, let me ask you another question: “What does it take for you to become less stubborn — a better argument; a different experience; time to stew in your own juices?” Think about this as you read George MacDonald’s perspective on this.

After more than 40 years of ministry, I have come to understand that it’s not a good thing when the worship leader glumly sits down on the edge of the stage and says that he’s had a bad week and doesn’t feel like worshiping. Worse yet, his instruction to the waiting congregation is, “Worship however you want.”  Ironically, my message topic for that morning, after the worship had ended, was the importance of choice. I was being handed the best illustration ever and I couldn’t use it, out of respect for this struggling brother.

It’s one of the great problems of our lives. It affects us all at one point or another. It is a common excuse among those who refuse to respond to the gospel. It hinders vital faith in many others. How do we deal with suffering?

Our micro church was hosting a pickleball event last Saturday, a time for inviting friends to spend an hour whacking a whiffle ball back and forth in a space about the size of a badminton court. Due to some last minute cancellations, Tim and family joined us, which meant that I got to play with 7 year old Elly.

Despite the fact that God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, I’m beginning to wonder if he loves me or my wife. You see, the bible also says that the Lord gives sleep to those he loves (Psalm 127:2) and that something will be confirmed by the mouth of two or three witnesses. So, let me tell you what happened just prior to Easter in our house.

“I’m forgiven because you were forsaken.

I’m accepted; you were condemned. …

Amazing love, how can it be that you my King should die for me?”

March is over. Lent is almost over. How do you feel? If you’re like many, you can’t wait to end this “fast” that you’ve been observing, can’t wait to get back to that thing you’ve given up for these forty days. You can’t wait to celebrate!

Have you ever felt truly helpless and hopeless — in an impossible situation that you can’t change and where no ability within you gives you reason to hope? 

It was 1993. I had just arrived in Ghana for a busy month of work, only to find that while eating  with my host family in a restaurant, thieves had taken all my bags out of the trunk of my friend’s car.

There’s nothing as useless as an anchor that doesn’t hold.

Three glorious days in Maui were filled with my first ever snorkelling experiences, a whale watching cruise where I saw a humpback whale breach the water almost completely, a Luau with all its food and pageantry, and, of course, palm trees swaying in the tropical breezes, humidity and mid 20’s weather morning and night. Then the rain came. Then the wind blew in biblical proportions.

It began with an airplane flight like I haven’t experienced in years. Sharon and I were the only two in our row. Fancy headphones sat in the seat pocket in front of us, awaiting our use. Before takeoff, our flight attendant brought around a menu and took our beverage order. Our seats not only reclined but produced a footrest as well. The meal we were served (Yes, we received a meal!) was not only hot and delicious but was served with actual steel flatware and real glasses for our beverages. After claiming our baggage, the rental car agent treated us like family. The next day, two different store clerks went above and beyond the call of duty to serve us more fully. 

My shop is a mess but before you judge me, consider this. Mess comes in two ways: from idle disregard; from profitable labour. The first type is illustrated by that storage shed or that kitchen drawer that simply serves a a receptacle for all those things you don’t take the time to deal with properly. The second type of mess comes after a busy morning of baking or, in my case, two weeks of welding and grinding on a new project.

"Above all, don't lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself... loses all respect for himself and for others." — Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Deliver us from evil - from moral duplicity and weakness, from laziness and spiritual complacency, from those lies we tell ourselves from our fear of facing the truth.” — Rich Mullins

“Soil is enriched by all things that die and enter into it. It keeps the past, not as history or as memory, but as richness, new possibility. Its fertility is always building up out of death into promise.” (Wendell Berry, The Long-Legged House)

“I had just assumed that the energy would keep coming. Why wouldn’t it? Isn’t that what pastors are supposed to do? Stoke the fires? Prime the pump? Charge the batteries? Do the ‘American’ thing? After only three years was I already a failed pastor?” … But now he was trudging through miserable, monotonous conditions, with no relief in sight, with no goal he could identify to press toward. Submitting to the life he had been given didn’t come easily. (A Burning In My Bones; Winn Collier)

What’s it going to take for the church’s gospel to become relevant? What do we need to do to see the church succeed? What kind of evangelism will actually make a difference in people’s lives?

These are good questions but they are not new questions. I’m now entering my 47th year as a pastor and I’ve heard forms of these questions from my earliest days in ministry.

There are answers to these questions — good answers — but I’m not sure that you’re going to like them. But, my job isn’t to give you what you like but to tell you the truth. So, here goes.

The words of the wise are like goads, their collected sayings like firmly embedded nails—given by one shepherd. (Ecclesiastes 12:11)

I find myself at a loss for words this week as I sit down to write. This is not bad in itself. I learned a long time ago that great words from the lives of others can often speak to me or for me in a way that nurtures and guides my life. So, rather than expound on some specific topic this week, let me share with you a few quotations that I’ve collected over the years. In doing so, I pray that you may hear the voice of the “One Shepherd” to you.