It has been awhile since I have logged in and blogged. It is amazing how quickly we can let things go when our routines are broken. So quite a bit has happened since my last blog. I have been around the world and back on a mission trip to Uganda, enjoyed some wonderful time with my family this summer, and now the summer has officially come to an end with the arrival of September. Although there are a myriad of topics that I would love to discuss on this blog, I am going to leave the past events where they lie for now and focus on current happenings.
During this past Sunday at Central we did something new, and pretty groundbreaking for our church. We opened our church doors, and instead of waiting for folks to come to us, we left our building to serve our community as our act of worship for that morning. We had crews delivering water to shelters and out on the streets, we had worship time at a retirement home, we cleaned up parks and a local ministry catering to childcare for those in desperate situations, and we made some blankets for children in Africa. And I must tell you that I was so proud of what we accomplished. I love to worship on Sunday mornings, but so often I leave feelings like the body of Christ could have done so much more together.
It was refreshing to allow our service to be our act of worship this past Sunday, and what a beautiful legacy to leave to our children. So often “the church” opens its doors expecting others to flood in to have their needs met, when we are called to be the church out in the world. One of my favorite books of all time is called The Same Kind of Different as Me, and it is a true story about friendship, faith, forgiveness surrounding the most unlikely of relationships between an art dealer and a homeless man. After the success of this book, Ron Hall and Denver Moore, the men on which this book is based, have had many opportunities to speak to churches, and at conferences about ministry to the homeless and racial reconciliation. In a new book chronically their most recent travels (What Difference do it Make?) Denver shares a pretty startling revelation, “Mr. Ron, all these white folks be invitin us to their Bible studies. How come none of ‘em’s invitin us to their Bible doins?”
Well, I can honestly say that it felt so good to be a part of some Bible” doin” this past week here at Central, and our church and community are better because of our efforts. The church is called to change lives with the grace found in the Gospel message, and it is hard to do that if we are afraid to open the doors and head out to be the hands and feet of Jesus Christ.
It is hard to believe that in less than two weeks I will be back in beloved Uganda. I consider it such a joy and priveledge to travel across the world once again to share love, and to be loved by some of God’s most precious children. I simply cannot wait to meet the children at Blessed Hope Orphanage and build them some new beds.
This is an exciting week, for myself and so many others across this globe that hope to see an end to the atrocities that have been facing Uganda for well over 20 years. Following unprecedented efforts from advocates across the country, Congress passed the landmark Lord’s Resistance Army Disarmament and Northern Uganda Recovery Act on May 12, 2010. It is amazing to think of all of the committed activists and Congressional champions who have labored to get this bill this far. Groups like Resolve Uganda and Invisible Children have made it their life’s work to improve the lives of others on the other side of the globe.
With Mother’s Day right around the corner, it only seems appropriate that I write a little bit about my mother this week. Some of you reading this blog may have had the privilege of meeting my mom in the past, and others, well I am sorry but you are simply missing out. I have been blessed in many ways in my lifetime, but very few rank up with the fact that I was born into the Warneke family, with my mother as the matriarch.
I apologize for the awful pun above, but I wanted to share a little from my thoughts on a passage in Luke, where Jesus called the first disciples. In both Matthew and Mark, we find Jesus walking beside the see of Galilee, he sees a few fisherman, and says, “Come follow me and I will make you fishers of men.” And they listen, they drop their nets and follow. It is a pretty remarkable display of obedience and the power of God. But today, I want to focus on the scripture from Luke and change our setting from the see of Galilee to the Augusta National Golf Course where The Masters are played annually.
I heard on an evening talk show the other evening that they had found a “rider” for Sarah Palin left on an airline, and it peaked my interest into the ridiculous lives of celebrities. I stumbled on a website devoted entirely to the outrageous riders of actors, singers and musicians, and I was oddly drawn to a rider for Carrot Top.
I have the honor of preaching this coming Sunday, and I always enjoy the opportunities to share from my heart. This coming Sunday I will spend some time contrasting the early church in the book of Acts with the American church of today. I am going to discuss how the “me first” culture has infiltrated out church life, and how so many Christians seek out worship, studies, and even pastors that will meet their needs first and foremost.
Well this is “Holy Week,” and for some reason my life has not exactly fallen in line with the title of this week for the church. This week has thus far been filled with frustrations from many sides, and I unfortunately have not responded in a very “holy” manner.
challenged lately to rethink quite a few of the things that I am involved with. I have been reading a very challenging book entitled