Dr. Jon R Roebuck, Exec. Director

Quick… tell me what comes to mind when you think of the word, “Angel.”  For most of us, the image is one of a beautiful, winged creature, dressed in white, that floats effortlessly in the sky like those who once appeared in Bethlehem to welcome the Savior’s birth.  Though most of us have never seen one, still most of us believe in their reality.  The Scriptures certainly mention them enough to get noticed.  Angels are mentioned over 200 times in the pages of the Bible.  There are even passages that give a nod to our notion of guardian angels.  Jesus said in Matthew 18:10 when speaking of children, “See that you do not despise one of these little ones, for I say to you that their angels in heaven continually see the face of My Father who is in heaven.”  Notice the pronoun… “their,” as in the ones that are assigned to each child.

Let’s flip the coin.  Tell me what comes to mind when you think of the word, “demon.”  Maybe you think of little devils with pointed tails and pitchforks.  I have to admit that when I was growing up, we didn’t talk a lot about demons.  Maybe we were too scared to even bring up the topic.  Most of us used the “Exorcist” movie as a frame of reference when thinking about someone who was demon-possessed.  The mention of demons in the Bible is much less prevalent than that of angels.  In fact, demon-possession is only mentioned in the three Synoptic Gospel accounts.  There is no mention of demon-possession in the Old Testament, nor in John’s Gospel, nor in the writings of Paul.  Of course, the Book of Revelation has a lot of imagery concerning demonic forces.  And certainly, throughout the pages of Scriptures there is a very clear description of the force of evil upon the earth.  Paul reminds us that… “Our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the world forces of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of wickedness in the heavenly places” (Eph. 6:2). Jesus faced such evil in the wilderness, in the garden, and even in the words of His disciple Peter (Matthew 16:23).

Maybe it’s time to reframe both the imagery and definitions of angels and demons.  The word, “angel” actually is drawn from the Greek word, “angelos.”  It literally means, “messenger.”  Heavenly beings were referred to as angels because they always acted on behalf of God, bringing His “message” to the people who needed to hear it.  Pair that with this verse, “We are Christ’s ambassadors; God is making his appeal through us. We speak for Christ…” (2 Cor. 5:20 NLT).  Here’s the point.  Whenever we, as the people of God, act on God’s behalf, speaking hope, comfort, redemption, and grace, have we not become as His angels?  Whenever we bring healing to that which is broken, whenever we affirm the value and worth of every person, whenever we demonstrate agape love and not divisive hatred, are we not numbered among the angels (messengers) of God?

Let’s define demonic as anything that destroys or refuses to affirm, the Image of God in every person. Demonic elements could refer to anything that is, dehumanizing and contrary to the work of God. When defined in such a context, it is easy to see that the demonic work of evil is very prevalent in our world.  There are many forces that seek the dehumanization of people.  Let’s take a look at several.

Think in terms of human trafficking.  There are more people enslaved around the world today than at any other time in human history.  Estimates range as high as 20-30 million world-wide.  Human trafficking is the 3^rd largest international crime industry in the world behind illegal drugs and arms trafficking.  It reportedly generates $32 billion dollars in revenue each year.  Those trafficked are not viewed as individuals made in the image of God, but as commodities to be bought or sold.  Human trafficking is dehumanizing and contrary to the work of God.  It is demonic.

Want to take on the topic of pornography?  Here are some stats that should get your attention about the explosion of pornography in the United States.  Every second 28,258 users are watching pornography on the internet and every second $3,075.64 is being spent on pornography.  40 million American people regularly visit porn sites.  35% of all internet downloads are related to pornography.  25% of all search engine queries are related to pornography, or about 68 million search queries a day.  Search engines get 116,000 queries every day related to child pornography.  Every 39 minutes a new pornography video is being created in the United States.  (Statistics drawn from webroot.com.)  Both men and women are drawn into this web of darkness.  It exploits.  It tempts.  It distorts.  It victimizes.  It disrupts relationships.  Pornography is dehumanizing and contrary to the work of God.  (By the way, only 7% of all churches offer any programs in response to this epidemic.)

What about the subject of capital punishment?  Shane Claiborne, writer and human rights crusader, writes extensively about the ethical dilemma of “killing to show that killing is wrong.”  (His recent book, Executing Grace is all about this topic.) He is quick to point out that 85% of all death row executions happen in The Bible Belt.  He adds, “We don’t always execute the worst of the worst, but the poorest of the poor, who haven’t the means for adequate representation.” (Spoken at Q Conference – Nashville 2017)   I like his take on Jesus’ position on the death penalty when speaking about the woman caught in adultery who was about to be stoned to death… “The only One with the right to throw a stone has no desire to do it.”  I certainly understand that there is anger and well-articulated arguments on either side of this issue.  (I have a friend who is in his mid-20’s and who is on death row in Mississippi.)  But I have to ask, “Is it right to repay evil for evil?”  Does our practice of the use of capital punishment demonstrate that we have become a more “Christian Nation?”  Is it our place to enact revenge?  Have we dehumanized those on death row?

And what of the current debate around healthcare?  If we willfully deny coverage to the poor, to those with pre-existing conditions, and to those whose birth certificates may not have been stamped in the U.S., are we not dehumanizing such folks and declaring them to be of too little worth to have healthcare?  Are we not called to offer compassion and care to all?  Where is the Christ-ethic in our debate or have we become so segregated in our politics that we not only set party affiliation above country, but we also set our opinions over the authority of Scripture whose mandate has always been to “care for the least of these?”

Maybe the strongest indication of the evil around us can be found in the evil within us.  Look at what social media has done to us.  We spew out vitriolic venom at anyone who dares to disagree with our opinions and biases.  Facebook has become Disgracebook.  Twitter doesn’t just inform others and allow us to tell our stories, it gives us an immediate audience to which we can voice our rants.  And what of the 24-hour news cycles that populate our television channels and fill-up our internet news feeds?  Do they draw us together in common cause against the ills of our society, or do they divide us even further?

Angels and demons.  Both are real.  Both are present in our culture.  The only way the demons win out, is when the “messengers of God” refuse to proclaim His redemptive plan for humanity that wraps well-being, worth, and love into the same conversation.  In his opus magnum entitled, Cry the Beloved Country, Alan Paton writes, “The tragedy is not that things are broken.  The tragedy is that they are not mended again.”

Angels and demons… which Kingdom do you represent?

 

 

 

 

Dr. Jon Roebuck, Exec. Director

It all seemed like a good idea at the time… carefully developed apps on our smart phones that were going to connect us to one another in ways that we never dreamed possible.  Social media programs like Facebook, Snapchat, Twitter, and Instagram promised to reunite us with old friends, connect us globally with family and co-workers, and fill our lives with meaningful content. And in all fairness, a lot of that has happened.  With just a few clicks of a mouse or taps on the screen, I can see wedding pics from a ceremony on the other side of the globe.  I can experience the joy of a parent holding their newborn through a video link.  I can see the places where friends spend their vacation money.  I can read prayer requests, learn of accomplishments in the lives of others, and even discover a great recipe for cooking ribs.  And of course, if you like animal videos… there is no end to the content.  There are a lot of positive aspects to the world we call social media.  But then again, there is a downside to it all and it’s my fear that the dark side is starting to win out.

I have discovered that social media is quickly becoming very un-social.  Anyone with a smartphone or laptop now has the ability to gain a world-wide audience.  It has become easy to give an opinion, offer an attitude, or attack others from comfort of an easy chair.  Social media has enormous power to do evil.  Social media is a critical tool in the world of politics.  People rant and rave and spew venom.   Real facts get lost in the confusing maze of “fake news.”  Anger, abuse, and hatred are spread on the web with wild abandonment.  Soft porn gets peddled, identities get stolen, and friendships get forsaken.

I know people, and you do too, who have to “block” former friends from their Facebook feeds because of the political opinions and intolerance that gets spread around.  Instead of finding old friends with whom to reconnect, many are trying to escape from lifelong friendships on-line because the divides are so deep and the hurtful opinions are so strong.  It seems that we have learned how to connect electronically, but have forgotten how to live relationally with a sense of civility, respect, and common decency.  I have friends who have deleted their on-line accounts because they can no longer tolerate the stress and anger that social media brings to their screens.

I attended a conference last week that focused on the intersection of faith, business, and culture.  One of the sessions dealt specifically with this whole problem of social media.  One enterprising start-up company has developed a new cell phone concept called “Lightphone.”  This cell phone can do only two things.  It can make and receive calls.  That’s it.  No email.  No web access.  No social media.  They pitch the idea of creating more light in your world by spending less time tethered to the smartphone.  In the first 3 days it was introduced, the company had orders from 17 different countries.  They are on to something.

The problem may well be one of timing.  We have let our development of technology outpace our moments to reflect on how we use technology to aid in human development rather than tear it apart.  Even this morning Facebook CEO and cofounder, Mark Zuckerberg, said that company will add 3,000 people to its global community operations to help “Review the millions of reports we get every week.”  That is in addition to the 4,500 people already on the team. “Over the last few weeks, we’ve seen people hurting themselves and others on Facebook – either live or in video posted later.  It’s heartbreaking, and I’ve been reflecting on how we can do better for our community.”  (CNN – 5/3/17)

If you’re like the average American, you will check your smartphone 160 times today and many of those times you will look at social media.  You will have to sift through both the good and the bad to glean what you want to glean from your experience.  Is it worth it?  As the late Dan Fogleberg once lyricized, “Is the knowledge gained, worth the price of the pain? Are the spoils worth the cost of the hunt?”  Can we be so connected to the on-line world that we have lost our connection with the real one?  I don’t know about you, but I’d give up a thousand Facebook friends to gain just one more face-to-face friend.  It’s time for us to get “smarter” with our phones and more social in places like our neighborhoods, homes, and offices.

If Jesus was right in saying that “where our treasure is, there will our hearts be also” (Matthew 6:21), then I want to invest in the lives of others, and not just in the technology I hold in my hand.

 

Dr. Jon R Roebuck, Exec. Director

Jesse is one of those good southern names that you hear when you get deep into the Bible Belt.  The name itself conjures up rural, southern living.  It’s a Bible name.  You remember the story of Jesse.  He was the man from Bethlehem who had all the sons.  Samuel, the last great Judge of Israel, anointed Jesse’s youngest and most unlikely boy as the future King of Israel.  And so, Jesse is forever remembered as the father of the great King.  Quite a legacy.

For the past 4 decades, I have known a friend named Jesse.  Jesse Palmer, to be exact.  He was not the father of a King, but was certainly a child of the Great King.  He passed away just yesterday at the age of 67.  He is too soon gone.  Illness robbed him and us of the joy of sharing life together for many more years.  He was a man of great faith, innovation, discovery, and encouragement.  The list of those whom he mentored along the way is impressive.  He collected friends easily and to have known him was a special gift of grace.  He served churches, planted seeds, and nurtured many young ministers in the faith.  Churches like Dawson Memorial, Brook Hills, FBC Opelika, and 16^th Street all are better because of his ministry among the saints.  He was a true renaissance man… gifted, talented, knowledgeable, and generous to a fault.

In my own faith & ministry pilgrimage, Jesse played a vital role.  He was the Minister of Education at Eastern Hills Baptist Church in Montgomery at the time we first met.  I was finishing my sophomore year at Samford University.  He came to campus looking for a summer youth minister.  We met.  We talked.  We found in each other a kindred spirit and within weeks, I became the Youth Minister at that vibrant and growing church.  I was 19 at the time.  Who but Jesse could see the potential within my life and take a chance on calling me to serve at such a young age?  The two years I served in that capacity with Jesse as my mentor were two of the most important and formative years in my pilgrimage.  Some of the books on my library shelves today are gifts that he shared with me.  One of them is inscribed with these words, written in beautiful calligraphy by Jesse, “I thank my God every time I think of you.” (Phil. 1:3)

I actually lived with Jesse and his wife, Bonnie.  They took me into their home and into their lives.  “Bonnie and Jesse” (always listed in that order whenever friends spoke of them) were the best of folks.  They shared life together for the past 44 years.  You’ve heard the expression that “opposites attract?”  There must be something to it.  Where Jesse was calm and pensive and calculating, Bonnie was wild and sweet and gentle and crazy all rolled into one.   Their home was always filled with cats, phones, computers, good food, and much laughter.

When I went away to seminary, Jesse continued to stay in touch.  He called one week to tell me that he was bringing a group of Auburn students up from First Opelika for a special Missions weekend at the seminary.  He invited me to join the group for supper.  I sat across the table that night from a beautiful college coed named Linda Jackson.  I walked away from the table thinking, “Wow, that girl is something special.”  Three dates later we were engaged and nine months later we were married.  Linda had known Bonnie and Jesse for several years and so when the connection was made they were excited to share in our relationship.  Jesse was a groomsman in our wedding and Bonnie stood in for Linda during the rehearsal.

Back to the Old Testament story of the anointing of King David, son of Jesse.  Everyone, including Samuel, was surprised that “little shepherd boy David” was God’s intended leader.  Samuel even asked God, “Are you sure?”  It was in the context of that story that God said to Samuel, “The LORD doesn’t see things the way you see them. People judge by outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”  It seems really appropriate that those words were spoken in the midst of a story involving a man named Jesse.  It’s an easy connection for me to make with my friend, Jesse Palmer.  Jesse saw the best in people.  He looked at the heart and declared folks to be worthy, included, and welcomed.

Jesse had a life-long love with telephones.  When I lived with them I counted 23 in their house… some were connected and some were just for show.  I don’t know what fascinated him most about the phones.  Maybe he just appreciated the way phones helped him connect with others.  I’m told that when he died, he did so with a phone in his hand and a peaceful look on his face.  I’d like to think that maybe he was talking with The Great King, who told him it was time to discover the full expression of his faith.

Thanks for everything Jesse, rest well.

Dr. Jon R Roebuck, Exec. Director

I spent 32 of the past 33 years pastoring different Baptist congregations here in the deep South.  Some of the special moments, often celebrated in worship during those years, were those moments when the church celebrated the Lord’s Supper.  My last church observed the Lord’s Supper once each quarter and also on Maundy Thursday of Holy Week.  In most churches, there is a certain sense of decorum and ritual observed when passing the elements.  Some of the special memories I treasure are those moments when I had the honor of passing the elements to our Deacons to serve the congregation.  At our church, the Communion pieces were made of a light aluminum material which had the appearance of brushed copper.  When empty, the trays which held the small, glass cups, were relatively light.  But when filled, the trays took on a good deal of weight.  Sometimes I would lift three or four trays from the “stack” to share with those serving the congregation.  I have to admit that too many more would have been quite a load pick up.  It was a significant weight.

In our tradition, the trays, made empty as members of the congregation each took their small cups, were brought back to the front of the church where I received them from the Deacons.  I would carefully and quietly stack them back onto the Communion Table.  I was always surprised at how much less they weighed.  No longer filled with the elements of the Lord’s Supper, I could easily carry as many as needed.  The difference, of course, was obvious.  They had been filled with 40-50 small, glass cups of grape juice.  They returned virtually empty.  It was the weight of passion that had been removed.

Whenever we as believers share in the Lord’s Supper, the small, glass cups contain a symbol of our faith.  The juice represents the spilt blood of Christ.  To observe the supper is to celebrate the Lord’s redemptive sacrifice.  To let the taste linger on the tongue is to be reminded again of that pivotal moment of sacrifice that changed the history of God’s interaction with humankind and brought hope to the world.  It is the cup of life.  It is the story of love told in symbol.  It is a tangible connection to the sacrifice of Christ that reminds us that we have been set free from our burdens of sin.  And in the context of worship, it is also a reminder of the fact that in Christ we are bound to each other in significant and important ways.

In the mind of Christ, I wonder how heavy is the weight of passion?  For us, it’s different.  We easily lift the small cup to our lips.  For Christ, it’s the offering of His life.  He bears the weight of the world… the collective burden of all our sins.  But He does so willingly and lovingly.  He does so in the hope that His actions will not be ignored, nor His sacrifice wasted.   He dies for us that we might gain life.  He longs for us to stand faultless in the presence of His Father.  As Paul once wrote to the church in Corinth, “For God made Christ, who never sinned, to be the offering for our sin, so that we could be made right with God through Christ.” 2 Cor. 2:15 (NLT)

So, the next time you reach to take the small cup from the Communion tray that is passed in your direction, take a moment to remember that it’s heavier than you think.

 

Dr. Jon R Roebuck, Exec. Director

I heard the news today about a childhood friend who died just a day ago from drug addiction.  He was 59 years old.  Addiction had robbed him of the joy of living for most of his adult life.  It had robbed all of us as well.  His addiction took away friendships, relationships, and any number of potential memories that were never made.

We grew up in the same hometown and attended the same schools.  His younger brother was in my class all the way from nursery school till the time we graduated from High School.  I played football with both brothers.  They also attended my church youth group.  But like a lot of childhood friendships, graduation became the moment when our lives and stories started to part.  He went off to Auburn and I began to lose track of him.  I not sure if he ever finished.  Life got messy and the demons of addiction became stronger and very possessive.   His younger brother and I did a better job of keeping up through the years.  We still live in the same city and bump into each other on occasion.

Unfortunately, my intersection with the older brother was pitiable.  He became somewhat of a drifter.  From what I have been able to piece together, his addiction prevented him from living a sane and rational life.  He was often homeless and at times without transportation.  He moved through various relationships and even did a little jail time along the way.  He showed up at my church in middle Tennessee where I was serving as pastor.  He needed money and any other help I could offer.  Out of the obligation that a lifelong friendship brings, I gave him a few dollars and paid for a few nights in a local hotel.  That didn’t happen often… but often enough that I knew his pattern.  Unfortunately, those scenarios get played out far too often in the life of local church ministry.  However, most of the time, the person in need is not a lifelong friend.

I remember when his mother died a few years back.  The family didn’t know how or where to reach him.  When he finally discovered the news, he tried to get home.  I don’t know how he got all the way back home, but I remember that a cab brought him to the graveside.  He missed the funeral by 10 minutes.

I haven’t seen him in probably 5 or 6 years.  In an odd twist of circumstances, he actually ran into my son at a gas station where he was panhandling for a little cash.  My son talked to him for a moment and discovered he was from my hometown.  It didn’t take long to make the connections.  My son gave him a little cash and wished him well.  I often think of that moment and take enormous pride in the generosity and kindness of my son.

My friend is forever gone.  Addiction has claimed another life.  It is a sad moment for all who knew him and for all who know hundreds just like him.  It is frustrating to see how people simply slip through both our hands and our lives.  Addiction is a terrible foe… one that cannot be faced alone.  If you or someone you love battles addiction, don’t shrink into a shame-infused darkness.  Recognize that your only hope of climbing out is through the telling of your story and the confession of your need.  Victims and those victimized need the support, encouragement, and acceptance that grace alone can offer.  Let’s remind each other that guilt and condemnation never help.  Kindness will be the bridge that affirms self-worth and offers hope.  Ministry is always messy, time consuming, and at times, heart-breaking.  And sometimes, despite your best efforts, you can’t make much of a difference.  But sometimes you can… and it’s the hope that your encouragement and “investment of self” will make a difference that keeps you willing to take the risk.

So, with a profound sadness and longing for what might have been, I must say farewell to my old friend. May you be received with open arms into the tenderness of God, into that place where addiction can no longer claim you as its own.  When the Son makes us all free, we will be free indeed.

Dr. Jon R Roebuck, Executive Director

For a number of years, I have held a Private Pilot’s license.  It’s an expensive hobby and thus, for me, it is a hobby rarely enjoyed.  But I love the thought of flying and if time and money were no object, I’d like to climb into the skies with a lot more regularity.  It’s just one of those thrills that you can’t really describe unless you have been there.  If you are a pilot, or even an aviation enthusiast, you would know the answer to this question: “What are the four main forces that affect flight?”  Easy. They are: gravity, thrust, lift, and drag.

Let’s talk about those last two for a moment.  Lift is created when the air pressure under the wing is greater than the pressure above it.  That’s why wings are shaped the way they are.  Bernoulli’s principle comes into play which states that the faster air flows over a surface, the less air pressure is exerted.  The curve on the top surface of the wing forces a quicker airflow, thus there is less air pressure on the top surface of the wing, which creates lift.  (I know that may be a little technical but the next time you are streaking across the sky at 600 m.p.h. give a little nod to that 18^th century Swiss physicist.)  Drag is a little easier to explain.  It’s the wind resistance caused by the various surfaces when they are pulled through the air.  The “cleaner” the surface area of the plane, the less drag.  (That’s why retractable gear is almost always found on high-speed aircraft.)  Lift and drag.  One helps a plane to fly.  The other holds it back.

All of us are being affected by lift and drag.  They are the forces which can allow our spirits to soar or our hearts to sink.  And no, I’m no longer talking about airplanes and air pressure.  There are forces at work in our world that tend to give us a little lift.  Our days are brightened by the people who love, nurture, and encourage us.  Our spirits soar when we are joined to moments, organizations, or relationships that help humanity, solve social ills, or ease the suffering of others.  We long for the joy and euphoria that comes when we serve, when we heal, and when we make a difference.  We are “lifted” by repairing brokenness, by ending violence, and by easing injustice and poverty and hunger.  We not only crave the “lifting moments,” we must experience them.  A life devoid of service to others, a life devoid of acceptance and worth, a life devoid of love and encouragement is a lonely and painful life.  We are lifted by good friendships, meaningful encounters with God’s Spirit, and by the warmth and goodness of humanity when it is demonstrated.

My fear is that often in this tension between lift and drag, that the power of drag wins out.  Call it negativity, sorrow, regret, or disappointment.  Its affect is certainly felt by each of us.  There are many numbered among us who are so very disillusioned by the current political climate.  Others feel the negative pull of anger on social media.  Still others experience drag in the day-to-drudgery of what they perceive to be “meaningless” work.  Others are pulled down by the oppressive weight of loneliness, shame, or remorse.  All of us want to soar… but sometimes life “drags” us down.

So how can we overcome drag so that we can rise once again?  Great question.  Though I certainly don’t have all the answers, I do want to offer this thought.  Think in terms of what surrounds you.  Think first in terms of those things that are constantly bombarding your life.  Think social media.  Think 24-hour news cycles.  Think movies and music.  Think negative conversations and opinionated people.  Step back for a moment and consider how much flows into your heart and mind and how much you allow to dwell there.  Though you cannot always control the amount of negativity that flows around you, you CAN choose how much you want to harbor.  Maybe you need to take a cell phone sabbatical, or a Facebook holiday, or a relationship retreat.  Maybe you need to sever some of the ties that bind you to negativity so that you can just breathe again.

So where to find those things that can lift your life?  Look in the places that have always brought you joy and fulfillment… look in old, treasured friendships, or in reassuring passages from God’s Word, or in a book that bespeaks of what is best in our humanity, or in opportunities to give yourself away to a higher, more noble cause. Find it in those places where God Himself has secretly hidden it away for you to discover.

If you ever get to pilot a small plane, you will discover that once you overcome the drag as you speed along the tarmac, it becomes hard to keep a plane on the ground.  Planes are designed to fly… and so are you.

Dr. Jon Roebuck, Exec. Director

I have written previously about a friend of mine who is the Rabbi at a local Jewish Congregation here in our city.  He’s about my age and we enjoy the exchange of thought and ideology that occurs whenever we sit down together.  In a recent meeting, our conversation turned to the topic of violence and hatred towards non-Christian religious groups, both locally and nationally.  I was interested in his perspective on religious intolerance and prejudice and the ways in which he had experienced such things in his own life.  Trying to gain greater perspective, I asked him about his own congregation and how “victimized” by bigotry his congregation had been through the years.  This was my question, “How often do you receive hate mail here at your congregation?”  His response was immediate, short, and jarring.  “Every day.”  It was that simple.  He said, “We get hate mail every day.”

That’s not the answer that I wanted to hear.  I wanted to think that we live in more enlightened times, in a more tolerant and understanding age, where people are not as often victimized as they once were by skin color, national origin, gender identity, or religious belief.  I wanted to think that things have been slowly changing for the better.  But they haven’t.  Hatred and prejudice remains as deeply embedded in the American psyche as it ever has before.  To be sure, we may have made some strides in certain areas, among certain groups of people.  But for the most part, we have not pushed the needle towards a better age of understanding, tolerance, and acceptance… not even a little bit.  It is my belief that some of our dark humanity rises out of generational lessons both intentionally and unintentionally taught.  Some rises out of fear of those who think differently than ourselves.  Some rises out of the fuel of entitlement and privilege.  Some rises out of ignorance and misplaced anger.

So how do we stop the madness?  How do we, as individuals, make a difference?  The key word is “intentionality.”  Conversations about race relations, diversity awareness, civility and respect don’t happen on their own.  There has to be the will to begin the process of creating a better world.  There has to be that first conversation, that first friendship, that first opportunity for a discussion of differences without the heat of hate-fueled rhetoric.  And it has to begin with you and me.  Let’s be honest… most of us tend to stay cloistered in circles defined by people who look and think just like we do.  It’s only natural to be drawn to those who are the same and be distanced from those who are different.  But sometimes we have to step over the lines, reach across the aisle, and forge friendships on the anvil of intentionality and courage.

Developing a friendship with someone of a different race, religion, or nationality won’t change the world… but it might change you.  When we build bridges, a lot of healthy dialogue and experiences will walk across the deep divide that our bridges will span.  No, you can’t stop all the madness.  But maybe you can stop some of the madness within your own life.  Be courageous.  Be bold.  Be intentional.

 

Dr. Jon R. Roebuck, Exec. Director

“Being a disciple means being constantly ready to bring the love of Jesus to others, and this can happen unexpectedly in anyplace: on the street in a city, or during work, or in a city square, or on a journey.” -Pope Francis, from Evangelii Gaudium (“The Joy of the Gospel”), No. 127.

I take a lot of things to work each day.  Most days I carry my laptop.  It’s a very portable workstation that contains a lot of my work and projects.  I also take my cell phone to work each day.  How would any of us survive without the ability to have our contacts, emails, and social media at our fingertips?  Somedays I take my lunch.  Recently my wife bought me a bunch of those disposable containers that I don’t have to remember to bring home.  It makes the whole “leftovers for lunch” thing a whole lot more manageable.  I take other things to work as well.  I take books, snacks, keys, etc.  I also take along my personality, my skillset, my ambitions.  But the real question is, “Do I take along my faith?”

Many might argue that there should be a separation of faith and work; a duality of life that says live your faith at home, but not at the office.  Such folks believe that work practices should not be impacted by one’s faith positions.  Some fear that faith could be offensive, over-bearing, and perhaps even off-putting.  But I’m not in that camp.  I tend to believe that if faith is in you, it should always go with you and should even be evident to those around you.  However, one’s faith should be naturally expressed, lovingly conveyed, and authentically lived.  Faith should not be a club used to impose opinion condescendingly upon others.  It is not to be a litmus test to judge another person’s worth or likeability.  It is not to be used in any way that repels others from honest inquiry about your beliefs.  As I understand it, our faith should draw people into relationship, not push them away.  So how can we take our faith to work in a non-offensive, Christ-promoting, culturally-impacting way?  Here’s a few thoughts…

Be Joyful.  We can’t be up-beat and happy all the time.  That’s not even close to what I am suggesting.  Joy transcends emotions.  It is rooted in the hope that we have in Christ Jesus, acknowledging that his faithfulness and love for us is constant and enduring.  Being joyful means that we can offer peace, calm, and hope to those around us, even on a bad work day.

Do your best, always.  Colossians 3:17 says, “Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus.”  There is a calling contained in that verse to work hard and to strive for excellence.  Because we do all things “as unto the Lord,” we cannot settle for mediocrity.  We must constantly ask, “Is this my best?”  Details matter.

Treat others with civility and respect.    I Cor. 3:16 reminds us that the Holy Spirit lives in us.  The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control. (Gal. 5:22-23)  No Spirit-led person should allow rudeness, anger, or a lack of decency and civility to come from their mouths or hearts.  It’s just not in us if we are Spirit-filled.

Be honest.  Faith demands integrity.  When people can’t trust your words, how will they ever trust in the Savior you proclaim?

Be supportive.  There will always be people around you in the work environment who are experiencing difficulties.  And although we cannot pretend to “fix” everything in their lives, we can offer support and encouragement.  Sometimes it’s as simple as taking the time to listen.  Sometimes it’s as simple as the promise to pray for them, or better yet, to take a moment to pray with them.

Practice forgiveness as a daily discipline.  One of the hardest demands of the Christian faith is that of forgiveness.  It is also one of the most clearly evident ways we have to demonstrate our commitment to Christ.  We should make a habit of telling people that we are sorry when we have wrong them, and forgive them when they have wronged us.  It means that we cannot become “historical” with every infraction.  We have to model a complete offering of grace and a willingness to trust again.

It is never an easy quest to live one’s faith consistently and openly before the world.  But it is what Christ expects of us.  So take your faith along on the ride to work this week.  Let it be lovingly evident in everything that you do.

JR

Dr. Jon R. Roebuck, Executive Director

I once heard a story from the days of the old west.  It seems that a cowboy was making the long walk back to his ranch, carrying a load of supplies in a burlap sack that he had slung across his shoulder.  The journey had been long and hard.  His feet ached and his back was tired.  The dust from the dirt road covered his clothing from head to toe.  Mixed with his sweat, the dust made a gritty ring around his collar.  A friend was traveling the same road, riding on his buckboard wagon which was being drawn by a horse.  He recognized his friend and pulled up beside him on the road.  “Hop in!  Let me give you a ride,” said the neighbor.  The tired cowboy quickly took him up on the offer.  But when he climbed up on the seat of the wagon, he kept the burlap sack slung over his shoulder.  The friend said, “Why don’t you set your sack down and rest your back for a while?”  To which the old cowboy replied, “You are kind enough to give me a ride today, I’ll just keep carrying my own sack.”

There are times when life gets overwhelming.  From time to time all of us have to shoulder a heavy load of concern, grief, fatigue, or pain.  No one is immune from the day-to-day struggles of life.  The load can be overwhelming at times… back breaking and soul stealing.  In such moments, it’s always meaningful to have those friends who will come along beside us and help us to carry some of the burden.  But there are some burdens that have to be borne alone.  And that’s hard.

I have a friend who now carries such a load.  His life is burdened by a situation with a family member that he will have to carry for the rest of his life.  And he will carry it well.  He’s strong and full of faith… but he’s also human.  He will get tired.  He will become weary.  There will be days when he will want to do anything to put down his burden but he can’t.  It’s with him for the duration.  And what is frustrating for those of us who know him is that we can’t really make it any better.  All we can do is pray faithfully, encourage verbally, and understand compassionately.  My friend is not to be pitied, but accompanied for some of the journey.  I can’t rest his back from his burden, but I can sit and listen and offer the solace of human understanding.

I am reminded of the Old Testament story of Job.  Job’s life goes to “hell in a hand-basket.”  In the course of a single day, Job loses all of his livestock, servants, and ten children.  Even as he mourns, he is afflicted with horrible skin sores.  Four of his friends show up to offer their support.  They sit with him in silence for 7 days.  No one speaks.  No one tries to “fix” his grief.  They just surround him and let him grieve.  It would have been enough.  He would have found some comfort in the sheer presence of his friends.  But then they do try to answer his grief.  They suggest that his problems are a result of his sins, or those of his children.  They suggest that God is punishing him.  Job becomes so irritated that he calls his friends “worthless physicians” who “whitewash their advice with lies.” (Job 13:4)

I hope that I’m a better friend than that.  I hope you have better sense as well.  We can’t fix everyone’s pain and we sure don’t help when we try to “fix blame.”  Sometimes those who are forced to shoulder an oppressive load, just need for us offer only our presence and not our judgment.  Sometimes we simply need to accompany them for part of their journey.  I can’t fix the pain in my friend’s life… no use in even trying.  But he will know that I haven’t forgotten his plight, nor neglected my daily prayers.  I’m not going to preach empty words of hope nor quote pious sounding expressions.  I’m just going to be there when he needs me, even if it means sitting in silence as he weeps.