The desires of my heart.

Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Psalm 37:4 (New International Version)

A while back the Lord dealt with me about that passage. It was as if He were saying He would delight in showering me with His favor, and I was to begin to speak openly and specifically about the things that would be 

        (a) in line with His character and will for my life and 

        (b) things that would bring me delight.

Being very resistant to the kind of Theology that promotes "name it and claim it" I was very cautious. I have tried to keep the desires list to things I could rationalize as "ministry tools" or some other spiritual use. It began with a new computer. My old Mac G3 was feeling a little sluggish next to the G4's and G5's, so I asked the Lord to provide a way to get an new machine. 3 weeks later I walked out of the Apple Store with the top-of-the-line PowerBook G4 on which I am writing this. It IS a ministry tool, as I use it for study, church management and last week (when the Mac G5 we use for projecting elements of our services had problems) we drove the tech aspects of our service with it.

There have been other things, but the latest was today. 

Our church parking lot is badly pocked with potholes to the point of embarrassment. We priced out a total resurfacing: about $10,000.  No way we could squeeze that out of our limited budget.  It became one of those back-burner, low priority wishes, but I added it to the desires of my heart list.  Today I heard commotion and looked out the office window. We are located on a divided highway, with two lanes in each direction, and the two lanes closest to our entry were covered with huge trucks and workmen. I walked out to see what was going on and learned that they were doing some kind of paving patch job by ripping up a lane at a time and resurfacing it. I spoke to the crew and asked how long they would be working there (two days) and made sure they would leave a clear entrance and exit for people coming for appointments at the church. I went and unlocked the restrooms for the workmen, and told the supervisor. He shook my hand, said "Thanks Pastor. Praise the Lord." I joked with him, "When I first looked out the window, I got all excited… I thought somebody was here to pave my parking lot!"  As I started to walk away, he said "Hey, Pastor; when we finish this afternoon, if we have material left-over at the end of the day, would it be okay if we dumped it on the parking lot and patched the holes? Otherwise we'll have to haul it to the landfill."  I told him if he did that, he'd be my very best friend in the whole wide world -- today.  When they completed the lane they were working on, this huge truck backed in our lot and dumped a load of hot asphalt… guys starting spreading it around and then a guy on a big asphalt roller smoothed it all out, leaving a huge problem area of our parking lot smooth and pothole free! 

The supervisor came by and shook my hand before he left, thanking ME for the hospitality (??) and asked if they could park their big trucks and equipment in the lot overnight. Of COURSE they could!  As he left, he said they would repeat the process tomorrow, using their left-over materials to patch the lot.

God is amazing and awesome. The desires of my heart.

What kind are you?

At a training session last week Paul Leroue, who has put his faith to work in Fortune 500 companies such as Reebok and in nonprofit ministry as COO of Youth for Christ USA, taught me a lot about leadership styles.

During one section of the morning he dealt with the concept of 

Four Quadrant Leadership.

While all of us have elements of each of the four in our makeup, we tend to have one dominant and one secondary characteristic style of leadership. I believe a well-balanced church needs some people dominant in each of the four areas in leadership

                

• Heroic Leadership: 

   Vision Oriented, Passion and energy are key drivers, Focus and personal drive, Motivated more by the future state than the present situation. 

   VISION CASTING: Where are we going?

• Heart Leadership: 

   Relationally oriented, Community is critically important, Passion Driven, Love/Care/Nurturing is part of their make-up,  Meaning and Purpose are important

   VISION CASTING: Why are we going there?

• Head Leadership: 

   Structure, Policy, Guidelines/Rules, Analytical thinking ability, Disciplined approach in everything, Planning orientation

   VISION CASTING: What is the specific plan for getting there?

• Hands Leadership: 

  Gets things done, Drives others to get things done, Accomplishes tasks for satisfaction, Timeline oriented, Evaluates others purely by their ability to get things done.

   VISION CASTING: What part do I play?

In our weekly Pastoral Staff Meeting we spent some time identifying our own dominant and secondary quadrants, and how they interacted with people from the other quadrants. 

For example, following a church meeting 50 chairs must be stacked and stored. The HANDS leader sets immediately to work stacking chairs and recruiting chair stackers. The HEAD leader gets frustrated because there seems to be no organized stacking system or plan. The HEROIC leader doesn't care about the chair stacking, because he is thinking about the day when there will be 500 chairs to stack. The HEART leader is not stacking chairs -- he is over in the corner listening to someone who had their feeling hurt and needs encouragement.  

HANDS is frustrated with HEART because heart is not working on the task at hand. HEART can't figure how HANDS can be stacking chairs when it is obvious that there's something more important needing attention -- a hurting person. HEAD is going crazy over the random, chaotic stacking with no plan. HEROIC sees the whole chair stacking exercise as just training for bigger and better things in the future, and keeps talking about what a great 'problem' it will be to stack and store hundreds of chairs.

My staff and I identified that I am HEROIC dominant and HEART secondary.  What kind are you?

The performance aspect.

It's the ugly secret of those who prepare and plan the worship service. The thing we all hate to admit, hate to discuss, is the performance aspect of presenting the truth of the Christian message each Sunday.

"Not at MY church!" you say?

You mean your pastor doesn't study and prepare his sermons? He or she doesn't have at least some rudimentary outline or notes to keep the message coherent and on track?  That's a performance aspect --- the desire to make sure that sermon does not detract or distract from the underlying message and purpose.

The musicians practice. They rehearse the keys for each song, endings, transitions… perhaps vocal solos, all because they want to give their best and they don't want to take the focus off of the message of the music.

Last week our Sunday service was, if you'll excuse the use of the term, magical.  By that, I mean that everything fell into perfect order in regards to the performance aspect of the service.  The musicians and vocalists were well-rehearsed, yet allowed the presentation of the music to flow with the Spirit of God.  The musical synergy that happens when things just click is amazing.  Every player performed above their skill level, and the result was "chicken-skin" (the Hawaii term for 'goose-bumps'.)

We showed a video-clip about those who lost everything in Hurricane Katrina and then received an offering to send as aid.  Over $700.  The sermon, which I struggled to compose, seemed to flow with anointing.

It was a total "God thing" and as I reflected upon the service (as I often do) to analyze what could have been done to make the day more effective and meaningful, I found it hard to identify very much we could have done differently.

We do perform, in the best sense of that word, and then ask God to anoint and bless with results that honor Him.

God speaks through donkeys and Eagles.

God speaks to me through the oddest things. During a break from studying my sermon this week I caught a clip of one of those home make-over shows about a Vietnam vet who recently lost his legs. The man was totally confined to a wheelchair and unable to even spend the night at home because the house was not handicap-friendly.  There was an interview clip in which the woman was talking about the sense of loss -- her tall, handsome husband now legless and needing to be in a care facility. I am getting to the part where God spoke to me: she said "I took a vow to love him, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, and I love him."  That little clip stuck in my head and I used it in my message today.

Then, Sunday evening the Eagles Farewell I Live was on TV. What a great sound. That was the music I loved -- Eagles, Steely Dan, and that era of great musicianship and great lyrics. I was enjoying the concert when another of those moments happened when God spoke to me through an unlikely source.  

Joe Walsh of the Eagles did a video insert talking about 10 years of sobriety, and then sang this…

Well you know I was always the first to arrive at the party,

Oh… and the last to leave the scene of the crime.

Well it started with a couple of beers,

And it went I don’t know how many years,

Like a run away train heading for the end of the line.

Well I finally got around to admit that I might have a problem,

But I thought it was just too damn big of a mountain to climb,

Well I got down on my knees and said "Hey!"

I just can’t go on living this way,

Guess I have to learn to live my life one day at a time.

Oh yeah, One Day at a Time.

Oh yeah, One Day at a Time.

Well I finally got around to admit that I was the problem,

When I use to put the blame on everybody’s shoulders but mine,

All my friends I use to hang with are gone,

But I hadn’t planned on living this long,

Guess I’ll have to learn to live my life one day at a time,

It was something I was too blind to see,

I got help from something greater then me,

Now I have to learn to live my life one day at a time.

I have never been addicted to alcohol or any kind of drug, but I minister to people who struggle with those addictions, and that song was just powerful. It should become the anthem of the 12-Step movement.  I hope my friends who are struggling will hear God speaking to them through "One Day at a Time" and get down on their knees and say "I just can’t go on living this way,"

The 6,700 mile youth service.

Through the amazing use of technology our youth service spanned 6,700 miles tonight. Paul Ruddell, brother of Youth Pastor Steve Ruddell, is in Singapore studying missionary church planting. Using two Macintosh computers, iSight cameras and iChat, they did a live connection. Paul was able to watch the Praise & Worship Band and then he showed some photos and video clips from a recent short term summer mission trip to Vietnam.

With full duplex live video and sound -- projected wall size on our end -- it brought a bit of home to a young man far away, and reconnected our youth with him.

I spoke to a full-time field missionary who told me how laptops, broadband, email, chat and the instant connectivity has revolutionized missions. In years past, when a missionary had a serious prayer request or need, it could take weeks, or even months, for the mail exchanges necessary to get assistance. Now, when a need arises, missionaries often find someone online and can get prayer and support in real-time!

Thank God for the convenience of instantaneous communication virtually worldwide.

This, too, shall pass.

Those four words have been both an encouragement and a caution to me over the years.

Things not going so great? This, too, shall pass. Things will get better. 

Everything perfect? Enjoy it while you can, because this, too, shall pass.  Life has seasons and this is but one of them.

We have enjoyed a season of favor in which so many things have fallen neatly into place, with seemingly little effort.  The past two weeks have been the opposite.  Odd stuff… some strange interpersonal relationship issues… communication breakdowns... staff members bailing on meetings with little or no notice... people stressing and nerves on edge.

It makes one wonder.

There are factors contributing to this -- it is back-to-school week for our university students, several people are preparing to move out or in (I guess both, actually) of apartments, we are going into high gear preparing for the arrival of a group of musicians and dancers from California who will be with us for about 12 days, rehearsing for two appearances at a big community event (30,000 attendance predicted) --- it is just a stressful time for a lot of people and, in time, this, too, shall pass.

I remember a line a character spoke on a TV show recently: "My dad always said 'It will all work out in the end. If it hasn't worked out, it isn't the end."

In the throes of transition

Along with the recent series of military transfers from our church
has come a trickle of new, incoming people. God has a way of
balancing everything out. Our new sound man came drifting in the
door and stayed. His mother was so pleased with the changes she saw
in him (particularly after summer camp) that she came and stayed and
now leads our Hospitality Ministry. Her name is Leona and she is
unreal. She arrives at 7:30 AM to prepare for a 10:00 AM service, and
she cooks every Sunday morning. Cooks. Not snacks. One Sunday she
made breakfast burritos. Last week it was blueberry pancakes and
chicken salad sandwiches. The woman is a serving machine. I have to
credit the local mega-church for some of that --- they really have a
way of training people to serve, and Leona came from there.

There are others: young couples full of promise, full of challenge,
and wanting to really make a difference. Singles with hopes and
dreams and passion and talent. It is the stuff of pastoral dreams.
But it doesn't come problem-free. People are complex. Relationships
are messy. Group dynamics are difficult. In a constantly growing,
constantly changing environment stability is difficult to maintain.
It really feels sometimes like we are juggling chainsaws.

There are some areas of success, for which I can take no credit;
there are areas of difficulty and challenge for which only I will be
blamed. Such is the nature of "the-buck-stops-here" leadership, I
suppose. We have people who need to be more closely mentored and it
seems there is never enough time. There are changes that need to be
made in programs and leadership and I am often too slow to act,
making it even more difficult when I finally act. God is about to
send more capable leadership our way to help with leadership
development, and His timing is always perfect.

I hate goodbyes.

Living, as we do, in a place where transient military families are part of the reality, you'd think it would get easier to say goodbye when people move on.

It doesn't.

What are the options? We can hold people at arm's length and try not to get close to avoid the hurt that will inevitably come when they leave; or we can open our hearts and our arms and love intensely while knowing a departure will come.

This summer we have said goodbye to too many people. The Waters family left for a new assignment, the Andrew family likewise. Gus Fimbres went to San Diego to care for his aging father, and Mike, Roxanne and Jenna Doidge moved to Gig Harbor, Washington upon Mike's retirement from the U.S. Navy. They were with us for almost six years, a very long time as military assignment go. Even after 31 years of military service and achieving the rank of Commander Mike was about the least-likely Naval Officer I have ever known. Roxanne was pretty much single-handedly responsible for nudging Windward Worship Center out of our warm, complacent cocoon and into the world of caring for the homeless and the forgotten.

It is not productive to live life with our eyes focused on the rear-view mirror, so we take what was wonderful, and enriching and joyful in each of those relationships - we build upon those things and allow them to propel us forward, and we treasure the memories.

And still, we hate goodbyes.

Langley, or is it Lingle?

I posted my very elementary family tree online and got an email from a Pastor in Oregon who does genealogical research as a hobby.  He found info that might fill in a lot of blanks for me if it can be verified.  He wrote…

    Is there any chance that your Grandfather Charles Langley could have gone by the last name "Lingle"? 

    In my research I came up with a "Charles W. Lingle" being listed as the father of your dad. It may just be due to someone elses sloppy     genealogy research (which is what I would guess happened). What I found says that this Charles Lingle was born in 1873 in Indiana the son of Benjamin Lingle and Ruth Lindley. It lists your dad as being his son from an unknown marriage, with siblings Ethel, Gertrude, Julius, Pelham, Geneva, & Mary. 

    It also said he (Charles Lingle) had a wife named Stella Davidson, and they had three children Robert, Ralph, & Frances. 

This has me amazed. I never could quite figure out why things seemed to come to a dead end when we tried to trace my father's family, and now it is possible that there could be a different last name involved. I could have ended up named Gary Lingle instead of Gary Langley.  (Not sure how I feel about that. It is a bit like learning you were adopted.) 

Lingle is a fine name -- in fact, Linda Lingle is the current Governor of my fine State of Hawaii.  But how different would life had been with a different last name? Is the Shakespearean quote  true?

"What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other word would smell as sweet."

    --Romeo and Juliet (II, ii, 1-2)

Names have meaning, significance. In the Bible a change of heart or destiny was often marked by a change of name. Would I have been the same person I am now with a different name? Perhaps a better person?

Funny thing is, the same situation exists on my Mother's side of the family. My mom's maiden name was Hartley… we thought. When I was a teenager the grandpa I had never met showed up, and I discovered that his name was really Hardee. Hardee, not Hartley. It was complicated, but essentially he had more than one family over the years, and in the one into which my mother was born he went by the last name Hartley.

Hartley/ Hardee / Langley / Lingle -- what's in a name, indeed.

The futility of vanity blogging

I read some statistic that said there are about 10 or 11 MILLION blogs active on-line. Another article estimated 32 miliion.

Thirty-two MILLION attempts to put some thoughts, some ideas, some concepts before the reading public, as if we might have a unique perspective the world needs to hear. Fat chance.

I did an experiment and started randomly clicking the little link at the top of many blogs… the link that takes you to some other randomly selected blog, and then another, and another. I hit several dozen, one right after another, and found content intriguing enough to pause and read on only 3 or 4. (One was, for example, a very SCARY musing by a guy from SIngapore who proposed a second holocaust targeting the Malay population of SIngapore before they overrun the country and pollute the gene pool. ?????)

Who reads these things, anyway? It is difficult to believe anyone does.

A little sociological experiment is proposed: If you actually stumble onto this -- either by accident or intentionally -- and read it, post a comment and at least say where you are from. I will be SHOCKED if there are any comments here in a week. Or a month for that matter.

Blogs are an exercise in vanity and futility.

Clash of anointings?

Several things have taken place lately to cause me to ponder if there could a clash of anointings, or could it be less spiritual and just be a clash of personalities?

Are there people who just rub you the wrong way? Every encounter becomes a confrontation, even when you go into it hoping this time will be different. Having spent a lot of my life as a professional salesman, I became pretty adept at the art of making friends, being passably agreeable and avoiding offending people.  It is not so much a need to be liked as it is a desire to find common ground and build bridges, and yet, despite that, there are some people who just will not allow the first brick to be built toward a bridge.

But many of them are blood-bought, redeemed children of the Living God, and we will spend eternity in His presence together. It would be wonderful if we could learn to live together here first.

Some things just resonate

On Jude2.com I posted a note about an old song by Chuck Girard, "Lay Your Burden Down."  That song stuck in my head, even though I have not heard it in years… some songs, some messages just resonate in your head and heart.  As I prepared a sermon from Matthew 11, and came to the familiar passage that says “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” I sat in my office with the sound of Chuck Girard's voice repeating the signature lines of that song, over and over.  I found myself wishing he was here to sing that song as an invitation at the end of that sermon.

After posting something about Chuck -- (I had not heard anything about him in a long time, and had no idea where he was) -- I was surprised to get a response from another poster on Jude2 who said "Chuck attends our church…"   That meant he was relocated to Nashville after years in California. Small world, indeed.

Chuck may never know until heaven the influence he had on people like me. I wore the grooves off of some vinyl disks when I discovered songs like…

    "Little Country Church"

    "A Love Song"

    "Don't Shoot the Wounded"

    "Rock 'N Roll Preacher"

    "Sometimes Alleluia"

    "Lay Your Burden Down"

Not only was his music authentic, and heart-felt, but it was GOOD. I was really turned off by the only other Christian musical genre available to me up until that time -- Southern Gospel was not a relevant style for me, when my secular influences were the Beatles, Blood, Sweat & Tears, Chicago, James Brown, Poco… the whole four-guys-in-matching-tacky-suits thing was a huge turn-off to me. Here comes Chuck, Larry Norman, Keith Green, Richie Furay (speaking of Poco), Phil Keaggy, Leon Patillo, Gary S. Paxton, and a few others, and suddenly I didn't feel like I was out of sync with what God was doing; I was just out of cultural sync with the Alabama of the late 60's and early 70's.  

It is unlikely that Chuck or any of those artists will stumble across this, unless they are GOOGLING their name to see what is out there, but if they do: THANK YOU for giving me hope and talking about Jesus in a way that made me think, explore, and hunger. Thanks for expanding my horizons and making me see that there are many valid expressions of the truth of God's Word, and that God simply won't crawl into the box for any of us.

I recommend Chuck Girard's book (what on earth is the title??) that deals with music, anointing and worship. You can check it out online at http://chuck.org/newbook.html

Building a team without building an empire.

One of the strengths of my local church is the cooperative team leadership. I know a valid argument can be made for strong, one-man leadership. Some of my friends lead their churches this way. But an equally valid argument can be made, I think, for team concensus and collective leadership.

There is strong Biblical evidence supporting the position that the local church is to be led and directed by multiple elders operating as a plurality of leadership rather than by a singular pastor. In fact, while “pastor” is listed as a ministry gift [“pastor-teacher” actually] there is little scriptural support for the office of pastor as currently practiced.

These examples are included for your consideration:

• In Acts 14:23 we are told that “Paul and Barnabas appointed elders [plural] for them in each church and, with prayer and fasting, committed them [plural] to the Lord, in whom they [plural] had put their trust.” No mention here of a singular pastor.

• Titus 1:5 — Paul sent Titus to Crete to correct some problems and set up leadership. Paul writes “The reason I left you in Crete was that you might straighten out what was left unfinished and appoint elders [plural] in every town, as I directed you.” No mention of a singular pastor here.

• Although we make distinctions between these terms, it is apparent that presbyters (also translated “elders”) and bishops (also translated “overseers”) were used as synonymous terms — in other words, these words refer to the same individuals. In the passage cited above, Titus 1:5, the phrase “appoint elders” is followed (verse 7) by “for a bishop must be blameless.” The transitional “for” in the English connects the two and indicates that bishops are elders/elders are bishops. (Why would Paul inject qualifications for a group not being appointed by Titus?)

• Paul calls the “elders of the church” at Ephesus together for a final meeting in Acts 20:17. In verse 28 he addresses that same group as “overseers” (or bishops). It is therefore reasonable to apply passages that refer to bishops also to elders.

• The terms elder and pastor are not, however, interchangeable. “Elder” is used to denote an office [1st Corinthians 12:7-11] held by virtue of appointment or election, while “pastor” is a spiritual gift [Ephesians 4:11] of the Holy Spirit. It is possible to be given the pastor gift and not serve as an elder; conversely, it is possible to serve in the office of elder without having
the gift of pastor.

• There are only three New Testament passages in which the verb “to pastor” appears in reference to spiritual shepherding:
(1) John 21:16 — Jesus instructs Peter to “shepherd/pastor my sheep.” It is obvious from the context that Peter is not being appointed as a singular leader, but as one of twelve apostles in multiple leadership.
(2) Acts 20:28 — the Holy Spirit tells “the elders” of the church in Ephesus that they [plural] have been made overseers “among the flock to shepherd/pastor the church of God.”
(3) 1 Peter 5:2 — “the elders [plural] who are among you” are exhorted to “shepherd/pastor the floc of God which is among you, overseeing it.”

Each of these three references clearly point to plurality, or shared leadership in the function of shepherding/pastoring.
Though speculative, it may be inferred that the firstcentury leadership model for the local church was the familiar pattern of the Jewish Synagogue. In the Jewish tradition congregations were directed by multiple elders. Further scriptures indicate that there are to be multiple elders (overseers) in each local church:
• Acts 11:30 — elders at the church at Antioch
• Acts 14:23 — Paul and Barnabas appoint “elders in every church”
• Acts 15:2, 4, 5, 22, 23 and 16:4 — elders at the church in Jerusalem
• Acts 20:17, 28 — elders/bishops at the church of Ephesus (verse 17 — “elders of the church”)
• Acts 21:18 — elders at the church in Jerusalem
• Philippians 1:1 — the church at Philippi has bishops and deacons [both plural]
• 1 Timothy 5:17 — e l d e r s at the church of Ephesus
• Titus 1:5 — Titus is to appoint elders in every town
• James 5:14 — call for “the elders of the church”
• 1 Peter 5:1-2 — “the elders among you”

Given that understanding, it is my desire to build a strong leadership team, with shared vision, a common heart-motive, and a genuine sense of cooperative eldership. I try to surround myself as much as possible with people better, smarter, and more talented than I am, and have had some level of success in doing so.

And that leads to a dichotomy.

The building of an incredible ministry team is a step toward becoming the great local church we believe we are destined to be. Walking from the vision into the realization is a mine-field process. We have examples --some right in our city-- of churches that have done so with varying degrees of success. Some are admired and respected; others resented and distrusted.

We seek to be instruments for God's use in a great fellowship, but human nature and historical precedent teach us that more empires than ministries are built. Ego, greed, competition, ambition --- these are the enemies of God's purppose.

Lord, please keeep us out of Your way as You work Your will in us, and with us and through us. Help us to decrease so that You may increase.

Branches of the family tree

Before my father died in December of 1991 he developed an interest in researching and documenting our genealogy. He spent endless hours in the local library straining to read old microfiche census records. His book and charts were entrusted to me and I have attempted to add to the branches and flesh out the knowledge base. I have interviewed some relatives, probed for names, dates, places… it has been interesting so far, though I have not made it a huge priority.

The tree so far.

If you are a relative in possession of more information, or if you have corrections for erroneous data, feel free to contact me.

In the beginning…

I think I heard that somewhere. I am really hoping to see how I might use this as a tool --- communicating with my Pastoral Staff? Podcasting sermons? Venting when I am frustrated or trying out a new idea on my inner circle of friends and trusted advisors?

It remains to be seen.