Introducing Grace to Glory, Inc.

I took a big plunge last week. I pulled the trigger on something I've been praying/dreaming/wrestling over for what seems like a long time. I've begun the process of establishing a new ministry presence in Ellijay that will give an identity to what we do. I'm calling it Grace to Glory, Inc. Let me take the opportunity to explain the significance of our logo, as It combines in a picture several of the scripture passages that have come to mean the most to us and will help to clarify the dream of Grace to Glory.

"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in him. He will be like a tree planted by the water that sends out its roots by the stream. It does not fear when heat comes; its leaves are always green. It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit." Jeremiah 17:7-8

Our dream is to see people...

1) Grow in their trust in the Lord, trusting first of all that His heart is always good towards us. Did you ever stop to think about the fact that when everything was as God intended, we as a human race had no concept of evil or the absence of God and good. And what was the one thing that God commanded us not to do? Don't eat from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. Our Father is so good, so loving, so protective that He didn't even want us to know there could be an absence of good/evil. Whoa.

2) Develop roots that tap into Him as the only source of life. Worship is not singing songs. Worship is what we bow down to when we are looking to be filled, to feel alive. There is only one source that satisfies, and that is the everflowing, unfailing love of our Father, and the limitlelss grace extended through Jesus Christ.

3) Become disciples who know Christ, not only as Savior, but as Life. As each of us begin to embrace our own brokenness and inability to bear fruit that lasts when we rely on our own strength, and surrender to Christ's limitless ability to establish the Kingdom of God through us, our lives will always bear fruit even in our most difficult days.

"The Spirit of the Sovereign Lord is on me, because the Lord has anointed me to preach good news to the poor. He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, to proclaim freedom for the captives and release from darkness for the prisoners, to proclaim the year of the Lord's favor and the day of vengeance of our God, to comfort all who mourn, and provide for those who grieve in Zion - to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. The will be called oaks of righeousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor." Isaiah 61:1-3

I love knowing that this passage was the first scripture Jesus read when he began his public ministry, declaring that it was being fulfilled in the people's hearing. I love knowing that Jesus was declaring his mission to be one of healing and restoring: healing our hearts, the core of who we are, our identity, and restoring us to live a life that brings glory to His Father. I am most alive when I am engaged in joining Him in his mission.

May Grace to Glory see many people experience and embrace His radical grace!

"To them God has chosen to make known among the Gentiles the glorisou riches of this mystery, which is Christ in you, the hope of glory." Colossians 1:27

Freedom TO and then Freedom FROM

This past Sunday morning, Michelle and I decided to stay home and have some time with our sons. It was a gorgeous morning, so we moved everyone out to one of our favorite places in the world, our screened-in back porch. The kids all groaned when they saw me bringing out the guitar. "Awww, Dad, c'mon. We're not singing!" I also brought out a stack of bibles for everyone and copies of chapter 48 of Larry Crabb's "66 Love Letters" in which he records his conversation with Father about each book of the bible, this one regarding Paul's letter to the Galatians. We read Galatians 5 together, then discussed Crabb's "journal entry." What he believed to have heard Father say to him about the letter rang very true with me.

He starts the conversation like this:

"God, one verse in Your next letter has frustrated me since I first heard it years ago in Sunday school. In Galatians 5:16, You tell me that if I 'live by the Spirit,' I won't gratify the desires of the sinful nature.' I've been fighting a win-lose battle with temptation ever since I tried not to look at Ricky Murphy's spelling test answers in fourth grade. I lost that battle and am losing lots of others, right up until now. If that verse hides the secret of how not to indulge sinful desires, I've not yet found it."

I wish I could relay the whole conversation. As one who has walked intimately and authentically with many brothers and sisters, apparently we all share these questions: "When are we going to experience the freedom Christ has paid for and given us? Why do I still find myself having days that seem dominated by the old flesh rather than reflective of my new Spirit?"

Father pointed Crabb to the words of Puritan pastor, John Owen who said,

"The Christian may be like a ship tossed in a storm. Nobody on board may be aware that the ship is making any headway at all. Yet it is sailing on at great speed. Great winds and storms help fruit-bearing trees. So also do corruptions and temptations help the fruitfulness of grace and holiness...corruptions and temptations develop the fruit of humility, self-abasement and mourning in a deeper search for the grace by which holiness grows strong. But only later will there be visible fruits of increased holiness."

Then Crabb heard Father speak these words to his heart:

"Gospel freedom means to neither indulge your whims nor keep My rules. Whim-indulgers and rule-keepers are slaves to the corruption within them that demands a kind of satisfaction My Son will not provide for you in this life. My Son has set you free to love, to believe I am good and that the good story I am telling is unfolding under His control. Faith in Me and hope for tomorrow frees you to love today. And loving with divine power releases a kind of joy into your soul that nothing else can bring."

And here is Crabb's response:

"God, I think I'm hearing You. Trying hard to follow all Your rules creates both pride and pressure that set the stage for addictively wanting the relief that addictions provide, an illusory but strangely satisfying relief that feels necessary and, therefore, justified. That's 'the great winds and storms' that Owen spoke of, the corruptions and temptations that are inevitable. You're not freeing me to keep on sinning so You can keep on forgiving, but you do want me to live in the freedom of knowing that You will keep on forgiving when I keep on sinning. I'm not free to do everything right - I can't. And I'm not free to do whatever makes me feel complete - that's wrong. But I am free to love. And exercising that freedom releases joy that provides power to resist the appeal of lesser but still strongly appealing satisfactions. Am I hearing You?"

(I keep thinking I will stop quoting and try to abbreviate things to sum it up, but IT'S JUST SO GOOD!) Here is Father's answer to Crabb:

"Yes! I'm delighted! My Spirit is the love that My Son and I have for each other and for the world. To live by My Spirit means to love others no matter how painfully you're hurting or how badly you fail. Focus more on loving others than resisting temptation. The fruits of holiness, the fruit of My Spirit, will become visible in increased power over compulsive sin and more freedom to love.

"Let the corruption within you become an occasion for humility and self-abasement that will release your desire to move toward others for their sakes. Make every effort not to sin less but to love more. Whatever sin continues not only will be forgiven but also will become an opportunity to celebrate the grace that supplies the power to love again, which in turn will supply the power to resist temptation as you realize that yielding to it gets in the way of what you most want to do, to love as I love. You are free not to do everything right and not do whatever pleases you in the moment. You are free to love."

I think the man's hearing from God. It's what Father's been trying to tell me for a while, I just know it. It feels like something crystallized for me there on the back porch with my family.

So here's that summary and what I'm taking away from this: Freedom from sin, our addictions and the flesh is not the point of Christ's mission and the work of the Spirit. It was never meant to be the focus. Christ has set us free to love as He loves "no matter how painfully (we) are hurting or how badly (we) fail." Increasing freedom from sin, our addictions and the flesh is a byproduct of the flow of love, and it's accompanying fulfillment, coming from the Spirit, through us, to others.

I'm feeling very free to love today. How sweet it is.

Oh, and by the way. We did sing a little Sunday with my son Jacob playing the guitar.

"Here I am to worship. Here I am to bow down. Here I am to say that You're my God. You're altogether lovely, altogether worthy, altogether wonderful to me...."

KIDNAPPED! An Allegory

This allegory was written by my friend Jim Hobson for Christ-Life Ministries' "Ultimate Journey." Its aim is to help us get a truer picture of our Heavenly Father, and I always follow it with the question, "Where are you in 'the room' when it's your Father's desire for you to be at home in His lap?"

KIDNAPPED!

When we decided to have children, I never imagined how much I would love them. They were the fruit of our love. I loved them not because of what they did, but because they were ours. I was much more than their father. I was their daddy. Like most little girls they were innocent, loving, and trusting.

One beautiful summer day when Emily was almost 5, I was sitting in the living room reading the newspaper when she asked if she could go outside and play. "Yes honey; just be careful and stay back from the street," I warned. I watched with a smile as she played hopscotch on the front sidewalk. The sun seemed to radiate through her little body as she tried to hop from place to place. Eventually, I turned back to my paper.

But while I was thus absorbed, a car pulled up. A man rolled down the window and asked Emily if she wanted a piece of candy. Startled, she shook her head and said, "No, I'm not supposed to take candy from strangers. My daddy said so." "Your daddy is right," said the man. "He'd be very proud of you for learning so well. Is your daddy home?" he asked. "Yes, he's inside." "I know your daddy and would like to see him. Do you think you could take me to him?" He said as he got out of the car. "Sure." The man then asked her again, "Would you like a piece of candy?"

Now she's thinking to herself, "I"m not suppose to take candy from strangers, but this man knows my daddy, so he must not be a stranger. Maybe it's alright." So with all the innocence and trust of a four-year old little girl, she reached up to take the candy.

Just then I looked up from my paper. I watched as he grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the car. I threw the paper and made a mad dash for the front door. The man saw me as I came running through the door, and he hit the gas hard. The tires squealed as I ran after them as fast as I could. As I watched her little arm flailing through the rear window of the car, I ran harder than I had ever run before. After just two blocks they were pulling farther away, and it was clear I wasn't going to catch him on foot.

I ran to the first house I came to and crashed through the door without stopping to knock. As I frantically looked for the telephone, I screamed for someone to call 911. In a few short moments, the police were setting up roadblocks and scouring the area. A detective took me back home where once again I recounted what happened with as much detail as possible. The emotions were overwhelming as my wife and I cried out for our little girl.

I felt helpless as we waited for word. I insisted on going out to look for her, but the policeman convinced me that there were hundreds of police looking for her and that I needed to stay home by the phone in case the kidnapper called.

The police set up a trace on our phone line, and we waited for the kidnapper to call. At first, I didn't want to get a call. I didn't want to admit that she had been kidnapped. I wanted to see her come walking back through the front door like it was all a big mistake, or for someone to call and tell us they had found her safe and they were bringing her home. But as the hours passed and she didn't return, we started praying that the kidnappers would call. The hours passed slowly and painfully. We could do nothing but wait.

Hours turned into days. As days passed with no word, I fought back thoughts of never seeing her again, never being able to hold her in my arms and tell her how much I loved her. I thought of never being reconnected with that part of me that had been ripped away.

Weeks turned into months, and still no call. Everyone was trying to help. Neighbors and friends helped put her picture up all across the state. The FBI expanded the search across the country, but our daughter was nowhere to be found.

After a year and a half, Detective Brown knocked on our door. He had a different look on his face this time. He had been on the case from the beginning and knew better than anyone, the pain we'd been going through. I could tell it was hard for him as he explained how they had exhausted all their leads, and that short of a miracle he didn't know if they would ever find our daughter. He explained that we probably wouldn't see him as much now as he had been assigned to another case. He encouraged us not to hesitate in calling if anything came up or if we just needed to talk, but I knew that meant they had given up.

We couldn't give up, not while there was even the smallest chance we might be able to get our little girl back. We hired a private investigator. We poured all of our resources into trying to find her. Nothing mattered but getting her back. We would have paid any price to get her back. Each year we hired artists to create computer-generated pictures of what she might look like then.

I tried not to let myself stop thinking about how I would get her back, because each time I did, my mind would fill with those same haunting questions. Is she alive? Is she dead? What's happening to her? Your mind thinks the worst, but you're not even sure what the worst is.

Unfortunately, they were taking advantage of her and abusing her emotionally, physically, and sexually. Our worst nightmares were coming true.

The first nights after being taken away from us, our innocent, trusting little girl would say to her new providers through tears streaming down her cheeks, " I want to go back to my Mommy and Daddy," but they would respond to her with lies. "Your Father doesn't love you! Your father hired me to take you. He didn't want you. He doesn't want anything to do with you. You can't trust Him!"

After a while, she began to believe the lies. "After all,," she told herself , "If my daddy really loves me, why doesn't he come and get me? It just made things worse. She was in a hostile world now where all kinds of things were being done to her that she had no control over. She began to learn that if she was going to survive in this world, she was going to have to do certain things. Things that no one should have to do. She learned to accept what twisted security there was in conforming to the patterns of her new 'providers'.

Who could blame her? She was a little girl trying to survive in a crazy world. As she grew and became a young street-smart teenager, she mustered up the courage to escape. She dreamed of starting fresh on her own and not having to live that way anymore. But she soon found out that the streets are hard and cold. Each time hunger and fear set in, she resorted to the patterns of survival that were once forced upon her. She prostituted herself to get along in the perverted world that was all around her.

Sometimes she would let herself dream that her Daddy really did love her, that everything she was told was a lie, and that she could go home and be with him. But then the shame would hit her about all the things that had been done to her and all the things she had now chosen to do. She just knew that her Father could never love her the way she was now.

Meanwhile my mind was totally consumed with thoughts of getting my little girl back. And she didn't have a clue as to how I really felt.

She moved from city to city, but each time it was the same. There was nowhere safe, no one she could trust. She'd been a lot of places for being only 19. New York, Detroit, Cleveland, Cincinnati, St Louis, and a hundred places in between. Now she was on 'The Redeye' to Chicago. When the bus rolled into the depot, she wiped the sleep from her eyes and thought, "Maybe this time. Maybe this will be the place."

It was still a little dark out as she looked out the window at the city lights while the sun came over the horizon. She watched a passenger train pull into town and drop off a load of businessmen commuting to the city. That triggered something in her. Without thinking and without direction, she instinctively reached into the dusty archives of her mind and pulled up an old videotape. The pictures rolled through her memory, she watched her daddy get on a train like that and wave goodbye on his way to work while mommy was holding her.

When she got off the bus, she walked to the train station, not really even knowing why. It was almost as if she were being pulled. At the station, she stood there, looking around. She saw a sign for Wheaton. That name looked familiar. Could that be where she was from? She had to find out. She boarded the train and headed for Wheaton.

She wasn't sure where to go when she arrived. She headed toward the park across the street and then just started walking around the neighborhood. It had been 15 years and there had been a lot of changes, but something felt familiar. She walked for several blocks just trying to let it sink in. Finally, she came to a corner that seemed familiar. She turned the corner into a quiet subdivision. As she walked into the subdivision, she thought to herself, "I must be crazy." But as she made a curve, she saw it - a big white house, with green shutters and a green door. She knew immediately that it was home.

As she stood there studying the house, she got scared. She sat down on the curb, her mind flooding with emotions. "Should I go up there: Maybe they don't live here anymore. Maybe they don't love me. Maybe the kidnappers told the truth when they said my parents hired them to take me a way. Maybe if I go to the door they'll call the kidnappers back. Can I really trust them? Do I dare trust them?"

She almost turned to walk away, but she had nowhere to go. Deep inside she was holding onto the hope that maybe her parents still lived there and that this might be the place of safety and love she'd been looking for. Every muscle in her body tightened as she rang the bell.

I was in my study when I heard the doorbell ring. I was shocked when I opened the door and found a 19 year-old woman dressed like a prostitute. I hesitantly said ""Hello," but she just stood there. I had no idea who she was. But as I looked into her hurting green eyes, past all of the make-up and the scanty, skin-tight clothes, I saw something. There was a connection. The connection of like to like. There she was! My little girl had come home.

I couldn't believe it! After years of searching, longing, praying, she was standing right in front of me. So what would you say to her if you were me?

'DIDN'T I TELL YOU NOT TO TAKE CANDY FROM STRANGERS?"

Of course not. Was I mad at my little girl for taking candy from strangers? Did I blame her? No. I wasn't mad at her, I was mad at the one who took her away from me. The truth was that I was overwhelmed with emotion. I reached out to embrace her, but she was scared and stepped away. Of course she was scared. Any man that had ever come within ten feet of her came for only one reason. Now I'm coming at her and she is projecting all of the hurt, pain and mistrust she has experienced in life right onto me. Inside I am dying just to hold her like I did when she was little. But she won't let me. I don't want to push her too hard and scare her away, so I settle for asking her to come in.

We go into the living room and begin talking. It's awkward at first. We haven't spent any time together in years and she doesn't know me. I see the fear in her eyes so I tell her I am so excited to see her and that everything is going to be all right. She's extremely nervous, shaking like a leaf. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a package of cigarettes in an attempt to calm her nerves. But she can't find her matches. So what would you tell her if you were me?

"NO, NOT IN HERE! IF YOU HAVE TO SMOKE THAT, GO OUTSIDE. DON'T COME BACK HERE UNTIL YOU BREAK THAT NASTY HABIT."

No, absolutely not. I see the scared and nervous look on her face that without a word says she could bolt at any moment. I know that if she goes looking for matches I may never see her again. I run to the kitchen and get some matches. Do I want her to smoke? No. Do I care right now? No. I just want her to be here. I don't care that she's got some junk that she's bringing with her. We'll deal with that later. Who cares? Be here just as you are. Right here. Right now. In the safety of my house. Let me look at you. Let me talk to you. Let me take care of you.

I see the hurt on her face. I sense the lack of trust in everything she says and does. Inside I am dying because all these years, all I have wanted to do is to hold and love her. And now she is right here in the room with me and I can't do anything.

She's right in front of me but I can't show her how much I love her. Why? Because she doesn't trust me. Am I not trustworthy? Am I not the Father that loves her? Am I not the one who planned for her even before she was born. Am I not the one who conceived her? Am I not he one who loved, nurtured and cared for her until she was stolen away: I've spent years crying, longing, praying for her return. I poured my entire being and all my resources into the single objective of reuniting with her. And now, she's here, but I can't... she won't trust me.

I try to find a way to gain her trust. I continue to be patient and give her room because I know I can't force her to trust me. But I keep calling to her. Nurturing her. Wooing her. Loving her.

She keeps asking herself, "Can I trust him? Does he really love me?" But my trustworthiness and love have never been the real questions. The real questions for her are:

Will you continue to believe the lies of the one who stole you and project the junk of the world he took you into onto me? Or will you believe the truth about me and trust me to protect, nurture and love you once again?

How much of the love I long to pour out to you are you willing and able to receive?

Father Loves Best

Since stepping away from my role as CrossPoint's pastor in September, I have entered a season I'm acknowledging as "The Weaning Pen." Like a calf being held in a pen away from the source it always looked to for provision, I'm experiencing an intensive time of realizing the things I have looked to besides Father to fill me and provide for me...emotionally, physically, and financially.  I assure you it's no fun going through what it takes for some of these things to be brought to the surface, but I'm grateful because I see Father's heart for me in it.  And I see what's on the other side...true Life.

If I was looking to my position as a pastor in this community to feel good about myself, it is gone.  I sell truck accessories, something I know little about. I've never even owned a truck!

If I was looking to my ability to come through for people, it is gone.  I have let people down.

If I was looking to the credibility I had in the community because of the ministry, that went away.

If I was looking to my ability to be seen by my family as a good provider, that's gone.  I am dependent upon God working through others.

I've also realized, even more, the extent that I've idolized Michelle, depending on her approval and affection to feel fulfilled.

The other day, as I was driving to see a counselor/friend in Roswell, I said to God, "Father, I am so tired of struggling to find my place in Your story, wondering if I will ever be what you created me to be and do what you created me to do.  I'm so tired of trying to 'arrive'."

What I heard Him say was this: "You'll not find what you're looking for until you want Me more than you want to find your place or to 'arrive.'"

I said, "Ok, Father. I hear that.  But how do I want You more?" knowing that wasn't something I could just conjure up.

He said, "The only thing you can do is to lay down the desire that is being placed higher than your desire for Me."

I told Him that I was sorry, that I would lay that down, and it's something I know I'll have to do over and over again.

One of the things I realized clearly this morning was that I had become attached to my ministry.  I had come to look at how the ministry was going as an indicator of whether or not I could feel happy with myself.  And I had come attached to the people. People feeling good about me, how I was doing, and where I was leading them had become an idol.   I stepped away because I had lost confidence in my ability to hear Father's voice over the voices of others.  I fully realize now that the reason I couldn't hear His voice is because I was I had begun idolizing the voices of others over His.  And I was more concerned with whether or not I was worthy of approval than I was with the needs of the people I was ministering to.  It was the exact opposite of the message I had been preaching for years: "Our value is based on how Father sees us IN CHRIST, not on our performance."   I regret the ways I didn't live out what I was preaching, but His not finished with me yet! 

Michelle and I have been enjoying worshipping with Louie Giglio and Passion City Church in Atlanta from time to time. This morning, we watched a message we missed a few weeks back.  It's a message that I want everyone I love to hear.  It's a message I long to preach again, but more than that, one I want, and need, to walk in more fully. Father has brought about this season for me because He loves me.  He wanted me to go deeper. He didn't want me to go on experiencing any less than all He made available to me through the cross of Christ. He wants to free me from all concerns about myself.  The verdict is in.  I am crucified with Christ, and it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me!  The verdict is in on you as well.

 I hope you'll sit, alone or with those you love, and enjoy this message (http://www.passioncitychurch.com/watch/#20091025). It feels good to be thinking of you this morning and to be experiencing Father's heart, my new and true heart, for you His beloved children and my brothers and sisters in Christ.

May you know that you are loved and truly blessed today,
Tim

Christmas: A Glorious Invasion

Once upon a time, this planet we call home was characterized by love and peace and beauty.  It was created by a loving Father as a home for his children and as a place to share and enjoy life with them.  The relationship of the children with their Father was perfect, full of love and trust.  With perfect love and trust, there was intimacy, communion.  

There were no thoughts of life apart from one another, no suspicion, no fear of rejection.  The children knew everything that they needed their Father would provide, and because of that they never knew a moment of anxiety.  No energy was ever wasted on worry.  There was food.  There was warmth.  There was adventure.  And everywhere the children looked there was an expression of their Father's love. The children also knew nothing but love for themselves and each other.  There was never a hint of self-consciousness or selfishness.  They had no questions of whether or not they were good enough, or strong enough, or smart enough, whether or not they were lovable or acceptable.  They were naked and felt no shame.  They trusted their Father. They trusted one another.  They even trusted themselves.  The planet earth and the Garden of Eden where they lived was a little colony of heaven, an expansion of the Father's kingdom. His desires, His will, was experienced perfectly on earth as it was in Heaven.

     

The children had total freedom to do whatever they wanted and there was only one thing that they were commanded not to do.  They were not to eat of the fruit in the middle of the garden or they would experience death and the opposite of everything their Father desired for them.  The tree in the middle of the garden was the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.   The Father loved the children so much that he didn't even want them to know that there was such a thing as good and evil, much less to experience a reality where evil, the absence of good, existed. 

     

However,  the children were not alone in the garden.  There was someone else there, one who had been created to serve their Father and carry out his desires, but who had rebelled against the good Father and become the Father's, and the children's, enemy.   He lived in the garden in the form of a serpent, and he was very cunning and persuasive, a master of lies and manipulation.  By planting a seed of doubt that the Father could be trusted, the enemy deceived the woman into doing something she had never done before: act outside the will of her Father.  Foregoing her complete dependence on Him, she acted with independence, taking matters into her own hands to meet her needs, thus agreeing with enemy that the good Father could not be trusted.  She then turned and gave the fruit to the man, who had been silent, passive through the whole exchange.  They both ate of the fruit and immediately everything changed. 

      

In a moment their eyes were open to their nakedness, and for the first time they became self-conscious, self-protective, self-absorbed, and the worst of all self-loathing.  They felt shame.  They did what they could to cover their nakedness and they hid.  And they had no idea the ramifications of what they had done.

     

The Father had put them in charge of ruling over the earth and carrying out His desires.  By giving into the enemy's deception, they had lost their authority to rule and had given the enemy rulership over the earth.  A new kingdom had been established.  A kingdom of darkness.  A kingdom of selfishness. A kingdom of fear.  A kingdom of death.  And from that day on things got worse and worse for the Father's children and their offspring.  No one gave any thought to the Father and his goodness or his faithful provision.  It was every man  for himself.  The evil grew so pervasive that the Father grieved ever having children and vowed to wipe them from the earth.  Yet the Father still desired to share His life with His children. 

       

There was one family who still loved Him and trusted Him, who listened to Him and believed.  He protected this family while he destroyed the rest of the earth's inhabitants, and charged them with repopulating the planet.  He was determined that his children would know him again by name and would know that He loved them and He could be trusted.   First there was a man who knew Him.  Then a family.  Then a nation.

     

But there was still a problem.  Every child born on earth, every offspring of his original children, had a rebellious, distrusting nature.  The enemy's darkness again covered the earth.  Evil kings carried out the desires of the deceptive lord.  The planet created to be a paradise, a colony of the good Father's home, continued to be characterized by hate, depression, war, impatience, harshness, unfaithfulness, and lust.  The vast majority of the inhabitants of the earth lived in complete ignorance or blatant disregard of their Father's desires.  

     

It was into this kingdom of darkness that the Father enacted an invasion, a planned coup that would take back his colony and re-establish His Kingdom on the planet He created.  But the invasion took place in the most unexpected way.  The Father certainly could have taken over with force, but His desire was still to be known...and to be loved.  And He wanted His children to know how they were created to live: completely dependent on Him, knowing His overwhelming, unfailing love and faithful provision for their every need. 

    

Driven by that desire, he sent his only son, a son whose earthly parents He instructed to name Yeshua, or Jesus as we have come to call him, which means "Salvation."  Born to a virgin named Mary, the Father's pure son was free of the rebellious, sinful nature that plagued every other child on earth. The Son carried within Him the Father's Kingdom, and the Father's will was always carried out by the Son.  Not once did the Son rebel against His Father.  He was completely aware of His Father's love for Him and He knew his mission: to bring glory to His Father, to let all the Father's children know How good He is and how much He loved them, to reconcile the children with their Father, and to restore all things to the way Father intended.

   

 Everywhere the Son went, His Father's will was expressed.  The blind received their sight.  The lame walked. The sick were made well.  The dead were raised.  But most miraculously, those who were ridden by shame, and guilt and self-hatred were loved and forgiven, and could again love their Father, love others and themselves.

     

Thirty-three years after the first Christmas morning, the Son Jesus willfully allowed himself to be killed by men who unknowingly were carrying out the will of the evil serpent.  However, the enemy was also unaware of what the Father was accomplishing through His Son's death.  As a perfect and unblemished sacrifice, the Son was taking onto himself all the sin and shame of the world, even becoming sin, and with His death He was destroying sin and it's hold on the Father's children.  Never again would the Father's children have to hide because of their shame.  All who would believe that the Son had come and would trust that His death was sufficient payment for their sins would be forgiven and reconciled to the Father and the life He desired for them.  As a result of their expression of faith, the son would also give each child His very Spirit, and with it a new Heart and a new nature.  This nature would be prone to love the Father and to desire to see His Kingdom expanded over the earth. And by the power of Christ's Spirit, each child of the Father was enabled to embody the Son, expressing Him and re-presenting Him over and over again to the world.

    

This morning, the Jesus who desires for everyone to know the love of His Father is living in me, and it is out of His desire and the love He has placed in my heart that I share this story with you. Merry Christmas.  You are loved!

What I Believe (About You)

Here's what I believe about you, and me, and every other human being.

You were created by a loving, Heavenly Father, who made you in His image. He created you to share and enjoy life with Him, to receive love and give it to Him and others, and to be a reflection of how good He is. You and every other human being who has walked the earth, besides Jesus Christ himself, was born not knowing God. It was your nature not to trust Him and to fend for yourself, to pursue life your way. 

It didn't help that your parents, no matter how good they were, did not perfectly love you as your Heavenly Father loves you. They didn't perfectly reflect His grace, His patience, or His compassion. They didn't perfectly communicate how valuable you are or the delight that your Father has for you. And they failed to communicate who you are and what you were created to be. As a matter of fact they often sent a message that originated with the father of lies himself. And it hurt. I would say most of your life and your sin has been a response to what you came to believe about yourself and about God, a response to the messages you received or didn't receive from your parents or the people that you believed... should know.

Your sin separated you from God and from the joy of being in His presence without shame. But Jesus did a work for you and the rest of us. He became sin for you, taking your sin onto Himself, and He paid the debt you and every other human being owed to God.

You either were or still are in need of being reconciled to your Father. Jesus has made a way to reconnect your spirit with the Spirit of the Creator of the Universe. You just have to want it, to ask the Holy Spirit to do it, and to trust that what Jesus did on the cross was enough to make you blameless before God.

Jesus loves to restore. To be restored is to be put back together, to be made new again, to look the way you were created to look and to be who you were created to be.

All things were created by Him and through Him, so He knows who you were meant to be. You were created to have the same relationship with God that Jesus himself has always enjoyed. You were meant to enjoy a life of purpose, your greatest joy to bring your Father glory. You were meant to know His peace, trusting Father to meet every one of your needs. You were meant to know and live in and give away...love. Jesus will restore anyone, because He loves and believes in...everyone.

It's not over. I mean, once you're reconcile or saved. It's not over.

Even the reconciled, the redeemed, the saved need work. Jesus gives a new heart and new Spirit. He makes us into a whole new creation! But the mind, the mind, the mind. What will we do with our minds? You mind must be renewed. It has to be retrained. Our minds remember too much, and forget even more. Without being renewed, our minds think according to what we have always known, what we have always believed about ourselves. Abandoned. Rejected. Not good enough. Unlovable. 

But Jesus changes everything, and offers a new reality. Never forsaken. Accepted. Complete. Lovable. Not to mention...holy. When we enter into the new covenant in Christ, we are just as set apart as He is. And we are able.

The mission of Jesus Christ was to die, to, in effect, plant himself as a seed, so that more little Christ's might spring up and grow into the fullness of...Christ. He promised a gift and He delivered. The Holy Spirit. The Guide. The Counselor. The Comforter. The Power! The power to do what? Even greater things than Jesus did while He walked the earth. As a group. As His body on the earth. It's the will of our loving Father that you are released from every lie that keeps you from having life and having it abundantly, and released to fully express CHRIST IN YOU, the hope of Glory!

What do YOU believe...about you?

This Morning's Prayer

"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord, whose confidence is in Him.  He will be like a tree planted by the water, that sends its roots out by the stream.  It does not fear when the heat comes; it's leaves are always green.  It has no worries in a year of drought and never fails to bear fruit."  Jeremiah 17:7-8

Lord, today I choose to trust you and place my confidence in you.  I trust you to meet my needs for love and affection.  I trust you to validate me, to tell me that I am good, lovable, strong and able because of your Goodness and Strength that lives in me.  I trust you to meet the physical and emotional needs of my family. Through me or through others, you are the Source.  I am confident that your heart towards me is good, Lord, that your grace is sufficient for me, that your blood has covered me and my sins, and that Your righteousness is mine, even on my worst day.

Sometimes I get discouraged, Lord, with what feels like a lack of progress in my battle against self-absorption and self-reliance, but I am confident that you have not only begun a good work in me when You gave me a new heart and a new Spirit, but that You will complete that good work.

My roots reach out into your stream of Unfailing Love today.  My fears subside and my heart comes alive again with your Life pumping through my veins.  I trust what you say, that my life will bear fruit today.  May Your Kingdom come and Your will be done! Amen!

Changes

    It's been a little over three weeks since I made one of the biggest changes in my life.  After seventeen years of vocational ministry, and pastoring for the last nine, I stepped away from the weekly responsibility of teaching and organizing a Sunday gathering.  I almost said that I stepped away from pastoring, but that wouldn't be true.   My heart is still to shepherd, to lead people to the abundant life that is found in Christ. Actually, I find myself doing more counseling and ministry than ever these days.  Only now it happens primarily in my little Truck Top and Accessory shop next to my new friend Max's garage and behind my old friend Eddie's Tire Center.  That's right. I have never owned a truck, but I now cannot help but notice every truck I pass, not to mention how each one is accessorized. "Does it have a top? Steps? Bug shield?  A couple of months ago I could not have pointed out a nerf bar, brush guard, bed cap or tonneau cover.  I actually had a customer come in one day and say, "Yeah, I need a FlowMaster cutoff and and Y-Pipe put on."  I called my distributor and said, "Hey, I've got this guy who's looking for a FlowMaster cutoff."  The salesman on the other end of phone did a search and said, "I can't find a FlowMaster Cutoff.  Could there be another name for it?"  I turned to the customer and asked.  He said, "No. I have a FlowMaster.   I need it cut off and a y-pipe put on."  "Ohhhhhh. Yeah, you might want to check with Max next door."  Wow.       

    You're probably wondering how I found myself selling truck accessories.  For  a while, Michelle and I had been seeking to relieve the church of the burden of supporting our family financially.  She has been working to build a business called HelloNorthGeorgia.com, an online directory/marketing tool for small businesses in North Georgia.  Anything Michelle puts her mind to, she does well, and the business is off to a good start.  Unfortunately it sometimes consumes her time and thoughts and distracts her from her greatest passions: God, family and His children.   Not to mention the fact that she works 30 hours a week for no immediate financial benefit.  It take a while for a business to produce income, we've found. That pursuit is not something she wants to do long term, so we had been praying about what I might do to provide for the family.  Jason Raughton, a friend in Dalton that had been to all of my men's retreats over the past few years, had been in the truck accessory business with his dad for decades. He had been saying for over a year that he would be interested in helping someone set up a shop in Ellijay, since no one sold camper tops in our area.  I  communicated his offer to several people without incomes, but there were no takers.  Finally, back in July, Michelle and I decided we would give it a shot.  I hung a sign and began fixing up a bay on Main Street to serve as an accessory showroom. 

     Meanwhile, back at a the church, my heart had taken quite a pounding over the past couple of years.  Back in 2007, I remember being very satisfied with what our church had become: a safe place for broken-hearted people to be restored to who God created them to be.  We weren't super organized with lots of programs, but I felt what we had was real, fruitful and good.  Sometime during that year, however, the waves of criticism began to roll and take their toll.  I felt like I was being hit from ever angle, leaving me reeling with little confidence in the direction I was leading the church.  

     What I thought was an act of surrender was, in retrospect, an act of resignation.  I welcomed five new elders onto our leadership team, creating a team of eight men that represented the spectrum of backgrounds, perspectives, and agendas.  I declared 2008 to be the year of new beginnings, assuming that the product of this team would be what we were all hungry for.  It turned out to be the year of banging our heads against a wall.  I ended the year, stepping away for a couple of months for a time of rest and restoration.  

     I'm leaving out a lot of drama, but upon my return two of the elders announced they were leaving to start a new work.  They were joined by our youth minister and our band.  I was left leading what was, in effect, a large "small group" of 50 to 75 people gathering each week.  I call it a large "small group" because I wanted us to experience more of a family gathering each Sunday than a worship service.  We sang, and I still taught, but we made lots of room for sharing of testimonies and praying for one another.  It wasn't uncommon for us to be together for three hours on a Sunday morning, a difficult experience for those with young children.  So, even though the time felt very fruitful, and for many was the best experience of church body life they had ever encountered, I just felt myself sinking deeper and deeper into a survival mentality, doing the bare minimum each week just to get by.  

     I had thought moving us into a new building that we could rent and use 24/7 would open up our hearts and minds to the ministry opportunities we were longing to offer the community.  However, still in the midst of renovating the building, I got painfully honest with the remaining elders.  I told them I was still struggling with all the voices going on in my head and felt unable to discern that of my Father.  

     That conversation set things in motion, and within two weeks I found myself announcing my decision to step away from my role as pastor.  On the Sunday that followed, the body, led by two tired elders, made the decision to disband.Two weeks later I stumbled into the four-day men's retreat I was leading, trusting that if I stood up, Father would show up.  He did, and at the end of that event, I felt my heart coming alive again.

    So here I am, waking up early each day, asking Father to tell me what's on His heart and to awaken mine.  I'm stirred to focus on men in our area and the ones we have been ministering to through our Band of Brothers Weekends.  I want to take people who we've been walking with further in what is now called "The Ultimate Journey" offered by Christ-Life Ministries in Des Moines.  I want to take my teenage sons and their friends and teammates through an initiation into manhood journey.  And, I want my wife to feel loved, prioritized and relieved of the pressure she feels to provide for our family.

    I think this truck accessory business has the potential to provide for us financially as well as open up doors for ministry in the community.  I've loved being out in the market place each day, surprising people with a taste of their Father's love.  However, I don't have a lot of confidence that it will be a viable source of support until the Spring.  As we watch the bills    piling up, we find ourselves asking Father, "Do we put the house on the market?  We know you will provide, but what would you have us to do?" As a result of that prayer, I am working on establishing a new ministry umbrella with a non-profit status for all that we do.  Meanwhile, over the next six months, we will gratefully welcome support from all who have confidence that we are about our Father's business and that our family and ministry is a good Kingdom investment.  We are also asking friends to join us as intercessors, knowing that as we advance there will be great opposition by the enemy.  Give me a call (706-273-4025), email me (cartecaytrucktops@gmail.com), or write us (275 Stegall Road, Ellijay, GA 30536,) and we'll share more how you can partner with us.  Blessings. - Tim

 

Sunk in Him

     Several years ago, when we only had two toddlers, I took my wife on what was the most extravagant of all our vacations.  It was actually what I would call a make-up trip to Grand Cayman.  I had been blessed to go to the island two years before when the owner of the camp we worked for took the staff there as a Christmas present/staff retreat.  Michelle, who had been on staff there much longer than I,  had just given birth to  our son, Jacob,  and could not go.  She was great about it, but as you can imagine it was a source of a little humorous, yet real sense of injustice.  

      So, a couple of years later on this "make-up" trip, having rented out the kids to their grandparents to pay for it,  we stayed in the same condo we had stayed in as a staff.  We ate at some of the same restaurants I had been to before.  And we used the same dive shop for a couple days of some of the best scuba diving in the world.  Since neither of us was certified, we went through what they called a "resort course."  The course consisted of no more than thirty minutes of instruction with a flip chart and a few minutes of testing the equipment in a pool, and then it was out to sea with a dive master who assured us he would be staying very close and would be taking us to depths of no more than 50 feet.

      At one of our stops, we dove down to explore a sunken ship.  The thrill of the adventure was tainted slightly when we learned that the vessel had been sunk on purpose, but it was still pretty cool.  What struck me was how much the ship had become part of the seascape.  It was covered in barnacles and inside were huge schools of small, shiny, silver fish.  There had to be millions of them that called the boat 'home.'  At one point, with growing over-confidence, I decided to go through a small hole in the ship to explore another room.  When only my head had gone through, I felt a tug on my fin and turned to see the dive master wagging his finger at me and beckoning me to come back out into the open areas.  He didn't want me to become a permanent part of the sea as well.

    Before Jesus departed to join His Father in heaven, he left final words including what we have come to call, "The Great Commission:"  "Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit." (Matthew 28:19) The word 'baptize' means to immerse or dip.  That ship we explored had been intentionally baptized into the Caribbean. Once the ship became part of the sea, covered in barnacles and filled with sea life, it's baptism was complete.  

     I'm not really sure why the Greek word 'eis,' translated 'in' in the phrase, "in the name of" was translated...'in.'  When you go to the Greek lexicons, the predominant translation of that word is 'into.' What's the difference?  I think it's huge.  When we think about Christ's instruction to baptize, using the word 'in' makes it sound like, "Here's what I want you to say as you do it." However, when you use the word 'into,' it points to the substance into which we are being immersed.

    Jesus went to the cross and shed His blood so that we could be covered, forgiven, and reconciled to His Father and ours.  He instructed those who had been his apprentices over the previous three years, who had been learning to do what He did, to go and make more apprentices.  And he told them to baptize or immerse those new disciples into the name...the person...the identity...the ministry...the power...the life of the Trinity.

     Just as that rusty old, barnacle covered ship was no longer what it once was, those of us who are baptized or immersed into God the Father, Son and Holy Spirit, are no longer the same.  We are new creatures.  We are saints.  We are the righteousness of God.  We have a new mission.  A new purpose.  A new...identity.  

    We are invited to be baptized.  The act of publicly professing our faith in Christ through the act of baptism is wonderful, but only when it follows baptism spiritually.  Like a sunken ship is filled with the sea into which it is immersed, we can be filled with the very Holy Spirit of God. Yes, we are invited to be immersed into the Life of God, a life of constant awareness of your Father's overwhelming and unfailing, faithful provision, and His mission to return all of creation to what He intended.

His life is everything our hearts are longing for.

You are all sons of God through faith in Christ Jesus, for all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. Galatians 3:26-27

Great to see you, Jesus!

     Growing up , my perception of God was that He loved me, but that he was distant and that he hoped I wouldn't embarrass him.  So, I kept my sins as private as possible and worked hard on managing them.  Whether or not I felt like a "good Christian" was  based on how I was doing with that effort, how faithful I was attending and participating in church activities, how I was doing with having a consistent "'quiet time" with God, and how much I  was sharing my faith, which amounted to occasionally telling someone how they could become a Christian...like me.   Over the years, several verses of Scripture haunted me.  One is found in Matthew 7:21-23 where Jesus says, "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?  Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!'  Reading that made me ask the question, "Do I really know Jesus? Am I really one with Him or am I just going through the motions of religious practices?  

    Another one is John 14:12, when Jesus said to his disciples, "I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father." Gosh Jesus, you raised people from the dead!  How could that be?  Then there are those verses at the very end of Mark's gospel where Jesus says, "And these signs will accompany those who believe: In my name they will drive out demons; they will speak in new tongues; they will pick up snakes with their hands; and when they drink deadly poison, it will not hurt them at all; they will place their hands on sick people, and they will get well." I certainly wasn't seeing all those signs and wonders following my life, and to be honest, I kept my distance from anyone who said they saw them following theirs!  

     One day something clicked, and I don't know exactly when or how it came about, but something became clear regarding what a disciple really is.  Jesus took on apprentices and taught them to do what he did. He even sent them out  on a test run before he went to the cross, giving them his authority.  Remember what they said when they got back. "Lord, even the demons submit to us in your name!"   Jesus had a process for making disciples.  He lived with the people and said this:  Watch me. Now you!  And it wasn't just,  "Here's how you tell other people how to get saved."  That was part of it, but there was more.  It was, "Here's how to establish my kingdom on earth.  Here's how to return things to the way I intended them to be when I created the earth."  Brokenhearted people were made whole.  Captives were set free.  Blind people could see again.  Lame people walked.  Dead people were raised.  People burdened with shame were unburdened and walked with eyes full of life and love and passion!  When Jesus talked about his upcoming death and resurrection in John 12:24, he said this:  "I tell you the truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies, it remains only a single seed. But if it dies, it produces many seeds."  Jesus died, was resurrected and sent his Holy Spirit in order to multiply himself and his presence over all the earth.

   So at some point in my story over the last several years, I embraced as truth, that Jesus wanted to re-present himself through me and all Christians in a very literal way, and I decided to reject as false, the teaching that the Holy Spirit doesn't still work as He did in Acts.  I began to ask Father to allow me to see and experience Christ embodied in a very powerful and literal way.   Something has begun.  In the past two weeks, I've seen Jesus, with my own eyes or the eyes of my brothers and sisters in Christ, deliver a young man from shame from sexual abuse he received as a boy and from the way he acted out because of that abuse.  I've seen Jesus heal a man from a torn rotator cuff.  I've seen him cast out foul spirits that were tormenting a woman.  I've seen him set people free from bondage to pornography.  I've seen Jesus express "words of knowledge," (things that would not be known if God hadn't revealed it) that showed people that their Father saw the pain and bitterness they had carried for so long, and then saw Him pray for them, touch them, and release them from it.  Last week as I prayed about how Father wanted me to lead our gathering this past weekend, I had no peace when I went to prepare a message or pick out songs.  All I sensed Him saying was, "Watch this."  So I started out our gathering with these words, "I find myself in new, blessed and exciting territory today. I have no plans!  No message.  No songs picked out.  Just some questions to you in whom Christ's Spirit dwells:  What is it that is on your heart to say?  What is it that is on your heart to do?  What is it that you want and is on your heart to ask for?  Then I sat the microphone down.  We then had two hours of testimony, praying for one another, listening to God and speaking truth into one another's lives.  We watched Jesus heal, encourage, hug, laugh, eat, even fish! Jesus is so good! He is alive!  And He is here! And He lives through us!

   Several weeks ago, we celebrated the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.  I just wanted to share with you that Jesus is more alive than I ever realized.  He is able to minister to every need we have.  His mission is to reconcile us to our loving Heavenly Father, to restore our broken hearts to our true identity as a children of God, to renew our minds with life-giving, freedom bringing truth, and then to release us to re-present Him to the world. And He is willing to express himself through us, no matter who we are and no matter what we have done.  We are loved! We are forgiven!  We are His!

Jesus, My Lord and 'Mastew'

The more I read the word of God, the more this message becomes clear.  Father is saying, "I know who I created you to be and I love you!  You can trust Me!  I want to share my Life with you and bless you!"

Over the past few days and weeks, I've been having not what I would call "Aha!" moments, but more like "Duh!" moments.  I had another one this morning.  I've long been drawn to the verse found in 2 Corinthians 3:17 that ends in "...where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom."  I tested my 7-year old son, Jonathan, this morning, and asked him, "Jonathan, what does the word 'Lord' mean?"   "Mastew," he said, still having a little trouble with his 'r's.  "That's it, buddy!" I said.

So, before today, this phrase, "where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom," has been a reminder that, since the Spirit lives in me, my reality is, I'm FREE from the law that says I must sin, whether I walk in that freedom or not.  And, in our corporate worship times, I've prayed, "Lord, let us experience the presence of your Spirit, so that we can be free in our worship."  But this morning, the big "Duh!" moment came when I realized that where the Spirit of the Lord- my Master, the one I either choose to follow and obey or choose to go my own way and disobey - wherever my Lord and Master is, wherever he is going, wherever he is inviting me to go....there is Freedom.  So the Spirit has set me free to follow Him into more and more and more Freedom.  Do I want more Freedom? Oh yes!

Freedom is to experience release from anything that constrains me from being the person God created me to be, and release to do that which God created me to do...for His glory.  I'm realizing freedom and surrender to Christ's Lordship are always connected.  My Lord Jesus can always be trusted to lead me by the Spirit into Freedom, Abundant Life, and Kingdom Fruit. And the good news is FREEDOM IS ALWAYS AVAILABLE!  "Yes, Lord.  You are good!"

"Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom.  And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory, are being transformed into his likeness with ever -increasing glory, which comes from the Lord, who is the Spirit.

2 Corinthians 3:17-18