I have always answered that question with this answer:: A missional church is a church that realizes that it has and is on a mission.
I bumped into the essay that is linked here. Click on the What is a missional church title and you will be directed to the article. Read it and let me know what you think.
Crucified
I have been crucified with Christ it is no longer I that live but Christ that lives through me.
God will you grant humility? Will you burn a passion for you in my soul? May I know and proclaim the truth of Psalm 34...I sought the Lord and he answered me he delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed. This poor man cried out, and the Lord heard him and saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and delivers them. Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.
God will you teach me the truth of all that and allow me to own it, to embody it, to experience the truth of being encamped around and tasting and seeing the goodness of you. God I long to seek you with this degree of intensity. Make me intense for the good things that are found in you. Place in me hunger for you.
You show me poverty yet you give me yourself. You show me who I am and yet comfort me, you place in me a hunger and fill it with that satisfying you. You have changed me with your gospel. Wretched I am and accepted I am. Geez! Can I see that always and have that keep me full of humiliation and boastfulness that the God of all creation has taken me from the filth of my heart and seated me before him. God has reminded me of the fact that while I was still as the stench of an open grave full of disease and slop, his son died in that moment and willingly humiliated himself and accepted the sentence of death and aloneness and pain and mockery and separation from you. He was crucified.
I am reminded of a simple song written by some students that grew up in the ministry I led at First Baptist Ferguson. It has a simple statement in the bridge that says, "My life is not my own." It is not my own it has been given away and a life has been given back to me that causes my face to be radiant and intense contentment and surreal and tangible euphoria to simmer in my heart and brain and life. God is good, I rest and bask in my crucifixion.
This life I lead is bigger than me, this marriage I enjoy is bigger than me, this father hood is bigger than me, the church I lead is bigger than me. I am thankful that it is. Because I am humiliated by who I am and in need of Jesus, who is faithful to meet my lackings.
God will you grant humility? Will you burn a passion for you in my soul? May I know and proclaim the truth of Psalm 34...I sought the Lord and he answered me he delivered me from all my fears. Those who look to him are radiant, and their faces shall never be ashamed. This poor man cried out, and the Lord heard him and saved him out of all his troubles. The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear him, and delivers them. Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man who takes refuge in him.
God will you teach me the truth of all that and allow me to own it, to embody it, to experience the truth of being encamped around and tasting and seeing the goodness of you. God I long to seek you with this degree of intensity. Make me intense for the good things that are found in you. Place in me hunger for you.
You show me poverty yet you give me yourself. You show me who I am and yet comfort me, you place in me a hunger and fill it with that satisfying you. You have changed me with your gospel. Wretched I am and accepted I am. Geez! Can I see that always and have that keep me full of humiliation and boastfulness that the God of all creation has taken me from the filth of my heart and seated me before him. God has reminded me of the fact that while I was still as the stench of an open grave full of disease and slop, his son died in that moment and willingly humiliated himself and accepted the sentence of death and aloneness and pain and mockery and separation from you. He was crucified.
I am reminded of a simple song written by some students that grew up in the ministry I led at First Baptist Ferguson. It has a simple statement in the bridge that says, "My life is not my own." It is not my own it has been given away and a life has been given back to me that causes my face to be radiant and intense contentment and surreal and tangible euphoria to simmer in my heart and brain and life. God is good, I rest and bask in my crucifixion.
This life I lead is bigger than me, this marriage I enjoy is bigger than me, this father hood is bigger than me, the church I lead is bigger than me. I am thankful that it is. Because I am humiliated by who I am and in need of Jesus, who is faithful to meet my lackings.
Your worship pastor is a celebrity and came in a dead heat with a short skirted hottie who hocchied it up for the camera. But Jeff came through and brought honor to North Church with his dancing to Sexy Back.
From Taste and See
John Piper has a book out called "Taste and See, Savoring the Supremacy of God." The book is a collection of meditations. I have been using the book lately to begin my day and think about a facet of the beauty of God. The other day I read one that was brilliant. The entry was a list of resolutions that a professor of Piper's shared with his students a long time ago. Here is a sample from the list that struck me::
I shall not fall into the falsehood that this day, or any day, is merely another ambigous and plodding 24 hours, but rather a unique event, filled, if I so wish, with worthy potentialties. I shall not be fool enough to suppose that trouble and pain are wholly evil parentheses in my existence, but just as likely ladders to be climbed toward moral and spiritual manhood.
In light of talking about spiritual warfare and the battle that is raging I thought this was entirely appropriate. Let me know what you think
I shall not fall into the falsehood that this day, or any day, is merely another ambigous and plodding 24 hours, but rather a unique event, filled, if I so wish, with worthy potentialties. I shall not be fool enough to suppose that trouble and pain are wholly evil parentheses in my existence, but just as likely ladders to be climbed toward moral and spiritual manhood.
In light of talking about spiritual warfare and the battle that is raging I thought this was entirely appropriate. Let me know what you think
The gospel vs Religion
I have been talking alot, both in conversation and while preaching about the gospel versus religion. I bumped into what appears below on the subject that was written by Mark Driscoll. Do me a favor and read it and enjoy it and do your best to have conversations about what the gospel is and what it isn't and about how Jesus was not a fan of religion or religious people.
The Difference between Religion and the Gospel
By Pastor Mark Driscoll
Religion says, if I obey, God will love me. Gospel says, because God loves me, I can obey.
Religion has good people & bad people. Gospel has only repentant and unrepentant people.
Religion values a birth family. Gospel values a new birth.
Religion depends on what I do. Gospel depends on what Jesus has done.
Religion claims that sanctification justifies me. Gospel claims that justification enables sanctification.
Religion has the goal to get from God. Gospel has the goal to get God.
Religion sees hardships as punishment for sin. Gospel sees hardship as sanctified affliction.
Religion is about me. Gospel is about Jesus.
Religion believes appearing as a good person is the key. Gospel believes that being honest is the key.
Religion has an uncertainty of standing before God. Gospel has certainty based upon Jesus' work.
Religion sees Jesus as the means. Gospel sees Jesus as the end.
Religion ends in pride or despair. Gospel ends in humble joy.
The Difference between Religion and the Gospel
By Pastor Mark Driscoll
Religion says, if I obey, God will love me. Gospel says, because God loves me, I can obey.
Religion has good people & bad people. Gospel has only repentant and unrepentant people.
Religion values a birth family. Gospel values a new birth.
Religion depends on what I do. Gospel depends on what Jesus has done.
Religion claims that sanctification justifies me. Gospel claims that justification enables sanctification.
Religion has the goal to get from God. Gospel has the goal to get God.
Religion sees hardships as punishment for sin. Gospel sees hardship as sanctified affliction.
Religion is about me. Gospel is about Jesus.
Religion believes appearing as a good person is the key. Gospel believes that being honest is the key.
Religion has an uncertainty of standing before God. Gospel has certainty based upon Jesus' work.
Religion sees Jesus as the means. Gospel sees Jesus as the end.
Religion ends in pride or despair. Gospel ends in humble joy.
Faithfulness
A man sits alone in a loft apartment in a familiar city. His jacket is in a pile next to him and his shirt collar is wrinkled and worn. His head is in his hands and he lets out a deep sigh that signifies his resolve to do the hardest thing that he will ever do.
The last few hours have been spent in that corner of the apartment wrestling with his thoughts. He arrived in that corner after a long day at work and opening the door to his loft to find evidence of a cheating wife. He has been aware of the affair for some time now, but now her unfaithfulness is certain. The affair is not the only thing that he has been wrestling with.
Just a few days ago while out with other couples his wife had spoken words to him that broke him. The words of the young wife have since faded and are now vague, but the wounds that they left remain. That was the final night that she could even look him in the eye.
The man rises now from his corner of torment and looks around the room and his eyes land on a spot where they had once told each other how much they love each other and how there would never be a time when their love could not overcome anything this world could throw at them. That day and that spot are only faded memories now.
As he leaves the loft with his jacket still slumped in the corner the man steps onto the pavement and the cold wind takes his breath away, but it does not weaken his resolve to do what must be done.
He drives to the home where he knows his wife and lover are. He opens the car door and strides to the door with his head down. About half way up the sidewalk he hears the door begin to open. His wife straightens her collar as she steps out of the door. As she lifts her eyes they meet his. Fear and shame paint her face and tears instantly overcome them both.
But his resolve is strong and the emotion of the moment is not strong enough to break that resolve. He removes his hands from his pockets and his hand reaches her and in a perfect motion he brings her close and embraces her and whispers “I love you, I forgive you.”
The last few hours have been spent in that corner of the apartment wrestling with his thoughts. He arrived in that corner after a long day at work and opening the door to his loft to find evidence of a cheating wife. He has been aware of the affair for some time now, but now her unfaithfulness is certain. The affair is not the only thing that he has been wrestling with.
Just a few days ago while out with other couples his wife had spoken words to him that broke him. The words of the young wife have since faded and are now vague, but the wounds that they left remain. That was the final night that she could even look him in the eye.
The man rises now from his corner of torment and looks around the room and his eyes land on a spot where they had once told each other how much they love each other and how there would never be a time when their love could not overcome anything this world could throw at them. That day and that spot are only faded memories now.
As he leaves the loft with his jacket still slumped in the corner the man steps onto the pavement and the cold wind takes his breath away, but it does not weaken his resolve to do what must be done.
He drives to the home where he knows his wife and lover are. He opens the car door and strides to the door with his head down. About half way up the sidewalk he hears the door begin to open. His wife straightens her collar as she steps out of the door. As she lifts her eyes they meet his. Fear and shame paint her face and tears instantly overcome them both.
But his resolve is strong and the emotion of the moment is not strong enough to break that resolve. He removes his hands from his pockets and his hand reaches her and in a perfect motion he brings her close and embraces her and whispers “I love you, I forgive you.”
Prayer
As we approach our deadline to be out of our building I am reminded of God's provision for out lives. This week I preached about how God is the one who provides for us. We are in error and in sin when we attempt to provide for ourselves. God has given us all that we need to enjoy life, to have relationship with him and others. We need only to rest in who He is what He has provided.
We had two leads for a new place that seemed to be promising. Both of those leads fell through Monday. I told myself (my wife told me too) about God being the provision for our lives and for North Church. I think that I finally owned that concept when I woke up just after midnight and could not go back to sleep. I tried to give a half hearted prayer about to God about I trust you and then my mind wandered off into something else. I do that easily when I am trying to go to sleep. I then sat up in bed and went into my prayer closet and simply and quickly asked God to grant me the ability to trust Him.
I have said many times to many students who are wondering about God's will for their lives that is not really about the when or where or what of our lives as much as it is about going there with God. I am convinced of the truth of that more than ever. I am convinced that God is shaking us to our knees in prayer. He doing so to me. I have been a failure in pleading for God to provide for us.
If you are reading this, stop right now and pray. Pray that God would convince you of your desperate need for Him. Ask Him to show you the folly of attempting to provide for yourself. Ask Him to shake your mind from the muddy slum that in which you play and draw your attention to holiday at sea that He has planned for you.
My prayer is as follows. "God, I trust you. You are my provider. You offer me more than I can ask or imagine. You offer me more than my hands can hold. I trust you God. I trust you."
Now Go read Psalm 23. Apply it to your life and to North Church. Then thank God for who He is as the provider of life for your life.
We had two leads for a new place that seemed to be promising. Both of those leads fell through Monday. I told myself (my wife told me too) about God being the provision for our lives and for North Church. I think that I finally owned that concept when I woke up just after midnight and could not go back to sleep. I tried to give a half hearted prayer about to God about I trust you and then my mind wandered off into something else. I do that easily when I am trying to go to sleep. I then sat up in bed and went into my prayer closet and simply and quickly asked God to grant me the ability to trust Him.
I have said many times to many students who are wondering about God's will for their lives that is not really about the when or where or what of our lives as much as it is about going there with God. I am convinced of the truth of that more than ever. I am convinced that God is shaking us to our knees in prayer. He doing so to me. I have been a failure in pleading for God to provide for us.
If you are reading this, stop right now and pray. Pray that God would convince you of your desperate need for Him. Ask Him to show you the folly of attempting to provide for yourself. Ask Him to shake your mind from the muddy slum that in which you play and draw your attention to holiday at sea that He has planned for you.
My prayer is as follows. "God, I trust you. You are my provider. You offer me more than I can ask or imagine. You offer me more than my hands can hold. I trust you God. I trust you."
Now Go read Psalm 23. Apply it to your life and to North Church. Then thank God for who He is as the provider of life for your life.
