Eight powerful women of God are gathering at my house tomorrow night for the first-ever Love Dinner and I AM SO EXCITED.
Besides the candles and the wine and the prayer and the giggles, we are really focused on one thing:
Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” Jesus replied, “‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind. This is the first and greatest commandment.And the second is like it: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself. All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments. Matthew 22: 36-40
So how do we do that:
Among ourselves
Out in the world.
We’re going to fuel up on chocolate cake and good coffee, then dream up ways of loving God and loving people well. Then we’ll unleash ourselves on the world, spending one whole month testing our ideas and reporting back. In the process, we’ll be spreading the love of God and practicing how to order our lives around Him.
It’s kind of a joke around my house that I’m like Taylor Swift. If you’re in relationship with me in any capacity, you’ll probably wind up on my blog.
The gals seem ok with that, so expect to hear their triumphs and failures here as well. All 12 founders of Love Dinner welcome you to join us online. We will pray specifically for you tomorrow night and for what you bring to the table.
In 1977, a seminary student named Don Stephens was invited to a meeting in Calcutta with Mother Teresa. Given the gravity of the event, Stephens carefully wrote out his questions for her on a note card and placed it in his pocket.
When it came his time to speak, Mother Teresa kindly but directly told him to put the note card down because she had some questions. According to Stephens, what she asked him changed his life.
1. What’s your purpose?
2. What is your greatest pain?
3. What are you going to do about it?
Out of the pain Stephens described to Mother, Mercy Ships* was born. Thirty five years later, it operates the largest, non-governmental hospital ship in the world, and is busy building a second. Working with a $54 million budget, the non-profit organization has visited 578 different ports, providing surgical, ophthalmic, medical and dental care to the world’s poorest people.
One guy. Three questions. Millions of lives.
So, what are you doing with your life?
And I say that carefully, because stories like this used to frustrate me. I too wanted to build something with my life, something significant, but I couldn’t figure out how. My problem, as it turns out, was a simple one:
I had fired my architect.
Because I was mad at the Christians who carry signs and smear gay people on Facebook, I refused to even consider the gospel of Jesus Christ as infrastructure for my life. So, I erected a bunch of buildings on my own. With a few breathtaking exceptions, those structures were up to code and functional; however they were kind of lame and uninspired. I wanted Frank Lloyd Wright and I got mini-storage.
What I think Mother Teresa, Don Stephens and thousands of Mercy Shippers understand is this:
It is a tremendous privilege to collaborate on your life with the creator of the universe; to coax something magnificent from the ether and watch it consume thousands of people like fire, conscripting them into the army Jesus had planned all along,
In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty and darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. Then God said, “Let there be light”; and there was light. God saw that the light was good; and God separated the light from the darkness. Genesis 1:1-3
Whether you know it or not, God’s hovering over you too, right now, brimming with thoughts and plans for your life, with an imagination too wild for you to grasp. However, your humble assent and obedience are required, and nobody can tell you just how it will go.
So go ahead and bring him the tatters of your faith. Bring him your doubts about creation, religion, gay marriage and abortion. Bring your sad heart and your dirty face and lay all of it at his feet. Then pick up the gospel of John.
I promise he will lay you waste and love you whole at the exact same time.
And that’s when the building begins.
*As I’m sure you know, the views expressed herein are my own and not that of Mercy Ships.
I don’t know if you have ever preached a sermon, from an actual pulpit, with people in pews staring expectantly at you, but I can tell you this:
I have strapped a parachute to my back, run down the side of a mountain and jumped off it, and that was nothing compared to preaching. You can listen to the whole sermon here but if you don’t have time, here are three things I learned:
This is them!
1. Your heart is more important than my opinion. All kinds of people go to First City – gay people, wealthy people, drug addicts and people with checkered pasts who’ve wandered back after years away. Pastor Rick Hazelip and his team embody what Bob Goff said again and again at the Love Does Stuff Conference – “You are not just invited here, you are welcome.”
So when tackling hard things with people who are groping around for Jesus, Pastor Rick’s framework is this:
Your heart is more important than my opinion. So I’m going to protect it while we talk about this. For with the measure I deal out to you, it will be measured back to me. I am not your judge, I am your witness to a life that is available in Jesus Christ.
This church hums with the love and mercy of God.
2. It’s not about me. While I was busy peeing my pants with fear during worship, the Lord reminded me of Zechariah 4:6. How’s that for obscure? See what a scholar I am? Wrong. It was written on the back of the SCRUBS Medical Mission t-shirts all of us wore every day in Zambia.
‘Not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit,’ says the LORD Almighty.
Oh yah, I thought, I just have to get up there, open my mouth and let him fill it. I walked up to that pulpit with no pee on my dress.
3. If you’re preaching about Jesus, while clinging to his feet, something is going to land. I prayed hard ahead of time for the exact people at First City who needed to hear what I planned to say.
How mad I was at the church.
How, as a result, I tried to make my life work without Jesus, and the myriad ways that failed.
How I finally took the tatters of my faith and the chip on my shoulder and laid them at Jesus’ feet.
They came up to me afterward one by one and said,
“You were talking to me today.”
“I’ve been out of church for ten years, but I’ve been at First City a month. I love it.”
“I’m going home to read my Bible.”
Those words are almost more than I can take. Thank you First City for having me and teaching me.