Monday, December 28, 2009

i hope you feel full

How do you feel…now that Christmas is over?  You should think about that.

Four thoughts:

There’s a thief.  He comes only to take and never to give.  He’s sneaky.  Most of the time we don’t even realize he's robbing from us.

There’s a good shepherd.  He comes to give full life.  He even gives of himself so that we can fully live.

There’s a beaver.  I often run past a tree he’s killing.  Never seen the beaver.  But I know he’s there.  His destruction never sleeps.  Even when I’m sleeping, he’s busy… destroying.  Like those who, in their greed, teach things that are not true.

There’s a paradox: Some who have everything are actually very empty.  Others who have almost nothing are very full. 

How do you feel?  If you’ve bought-in to the deceptive, destructive cultural message which is only amplified at Christmas, you’re probably surrounded by lots of things.  But I wonder if there’s a haunting sense of emptiness to it all.  If, instead, you’re choosing a better story: one about loving, serving, and giving, then you probably have less stuff, but I bet you feel full.

(John 1:1-4, 3:16, 10:10, 17:13, and 2 Peter 3)

Thursday, December 03, 2009

Monday, November 23, 2009

Holy Spirit, Holy Suffering, part 2

We'd rather not accept it. Something deep inside us resists it. God and pain, together. The Holy Spirit and suffering, at the same time. This is not the message that sells books. It's far too difficult. Far too uncomfortable. It's sobering.

We typically prefer to stay buzzed on cheap, sentimental, spiritual niceties.

But here's the kicker: pain always comes. Suffering happens to everyone.

And so we have a choice: We can accept the radical biblical idea that God meets us in our pain (and experience union with Him, even in our darkest days), or we can avoid pain at all costs (and miss the Power that is perfected in weakness).

Accept it and experience revolution-quality solidarity with others. Reject it and slide quietly into lonely isolation.

With the strength of a whole community, she says she'd go through cancer a third time. Why? "Because God was so near to me in that hospital room."

Sunday, November 15, 2009

Holy Spirit, Holy Suffering, part 1

Like the green spot we missed when painting our bedroom baby blue... Like the 3 or 4 rock chips in my windshield... Like the sound of the train rolling though town... There are some things that are always there, so you hardly notice them.

But if you approach the familiar at face value and take it all in with new eyes, suddenly, it’s conspicuous.

Two themes in Acts that have existed quietly in the background of nearly every story but jump off the page if you’re honest: The Holy Spirit and suffering.

God's Spirit is everywhere - interacting with people as the main character of the story.

And everywhere - Christians are suffering.

At the same time.

Holy Spirit and suffering.

I have to re-read whole pages because I'm surprised at how often the two go together. Makes me wonder: are they connected?

This I know: we don't suffer much as a direct result of our faith today. But neither are we especially spiritually empowered.

And I know this: The Holy Spirit draws near in times of suffering. So near, sometimes, that suffering can feel…holy.

Because God is there.

Monday, November 09, 2009

Our Story Changes :: Acts 21

Paul knew it: there was trouble ahead. Everywhere he went he heard God Himself warning him. Trouble’s comin’.

Others sensed it too. Not just a gut feeling; God Himself told them. It’s going to get rough for Paul.

And then this prophet named Agabus walks up to Paul and shows him how he’ll be arrested. Just in case Paul needs details.

At this everyone - even Paul’s companions – lose it. “Don’t go!” they say, their eyes big and earnest.

Paul’s response silences them: “Why are you breaking my heart? I’m ready to be bound or to die...”

How do you get to this place? How do you come face-to-face with the fact that you’re going to get hurt but keep moving forward?

You embrace a Bigger Story as your own. You take your personal story with your pain and your death and you surrender it to God’s Story. You let your story become part of that Story.

Because God’s story is about resurrection. And when resurrection meets our life, our story changes.

Sunday, November 01, 2009

Resurrection Spirituality :: Acts 18

3 short stories about relationships with Jesus:

1 educated man. He’s studied for years about God and the coming Messiah. He’s passionate, articulate, and good at what he does. As far as that goes. But when an uneducated women who knows more than he hears him, she gracefully explains things more completely.

12 committed disciples. They’ve been solid, go-to guys for years. They work hard. As hard as they can. But then they meet Paul, who introduces them to the Source of strength. And they’re filled.

7 sons of a priest. They’re intrigued by the name “Jesus” which seems to work well for others. They decide to try it. Interested in a casual association, they name-drop and watch what happens. They’re nearly killed. Now intrigue sees more clearly and fears.

When our spirituality is resurrected there is always more: more information to learn, more power to experience, more holiness to revere. Always. More.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Resurrection Religion :: Acts 18

After years of trying to convince his own people that Jesus is the One they’ve been waiting for, and after being repeatedly yelled-at, beat-up, rioted-against, and run out of town, Paul finally snaps.v6

He leaves the synagogue.

And moves next door.v7

And those more captivated by resurrection than religion follow. Even those who have a lot to lose.v8 Because, ultimately, religion cannot bring new life. But resurrection can.

Religion is good when it supports life, when it reminds us of what’s true, when it keeps us focused, when it serves the new life God wants to continually bring.

Religion is bad when it becomes fixed, rigid, thick-walled, defensive, cold-hearted, when it forgets the passion that birthed it in the first place, when it becomes the master of truth instead of its servant.

When religion no longer has room for resurrection, we must lay it down. If there’s no room for life in our religious habits or traditions, we must find a place where the windows are not bolted shut and the light of life shines in.

Religion must always serve Resurrection.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Resurrection Culture :: Acts 17

While chilling in Athens, waiting for his crew, Paul sees some things that disturb him deeply. Some say he was “irked.” These Athens-folk were not a little bit off. This was one messed up culture.

If Paul were a separatist, he may have thrown up his hands and snipped, “Ah, to hell with them.” But Paul was no separatist.

If Paul’s hope was rooted in military might or political power, he might have snapped some inflammatory photos with his phone and thought up some pithy slogans that would fit will on picket signs and make for good rally chants. But Paul’s hope was in something far greater.

Paul was a resurrection preacher. He knew that bad things, sick things, mean things, heck, even dead things could be filled with new life. Things that were really messed up could be restored and made whole again - like they were created by God to be.

So, Paul took all the broken things that irked him so and made him sad and mad and wonder, “What the heck is wrong with these people?” and used these very things to tell them about Jesus.

Not in an “I’ll show you how stupid you are” way. But in a way that was both totally truthful and also, somehow, affirming.

Instead of saying “you’re so bad.” He said, “You know, you’re on to something here…”

And even in this really messed up culture, “a few” believed and decided to follow Paul and, of course, Jesus.

Paul engaged culture with resurrection. We might call this Resurrection Culture.

[ see/hear the whole teaching at www.emmausteachings.org ]

Monday, October 05, 2009

theological musings...

take a back seat to experiencing God's goodness...





Sunday, September 27, 2009

more matthias pics

Matthias and Grandma

Matthias in a traditional Nicaraguan baby thing which he peed on (but not before mom snapped this picture)

Matthias and Bita

Matthias' beautiful big sister and aging dad

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Friday, September 18, 2009



We've had a great week together as a family at home. This time to get to know Matthias, care for Carmen, and love the "big" kids has been so valuable.


pics:

..mid-day nap (making up for the 3 a.m. - 5 a.m. fussies).

..Oates men break it down.

..holding his head up at 3 days, baby.

..post-nursing contentment (life is good)



Wednesday, September 16, 2009

be a better pastor: observe a midwife


I'm enjoying a week at home with my family following the birth of our son, Matthias. Between diaper changes and naps I've felt a need to write about the pastoring clinic I just experienced in my own home...

We decided early in the pregnancy to have a home birth. In the months leading up to the birth, and especially during the birth itself, I became fascinated by our midwives. Between the two of them, they have "attended" over 1000 births. These are labor and birth experts - though they would never use that word. It didn't take long for me to realize that, as a Christian pastor, I could learn a whole lot from these women. So I hit the pause on the never-ending noise from "church experts" that crosses my desk and started taking notes from those who actually usher-in new life.

1. Listen.
When we met our midwives they were remarkably quiet. As a talker, I started peppering them with questions, which they answered calmly. Mostly, they listened. They listened well. They listened long. They listened with their eyes. Sadly, we have rarely experienced this posture from medical professionals. They major on giving advice, not listening. Tragically, so do most pastors.

2. Go to their home.
Most of the care provided by our midwives happened in our home. They came to where our life happens. They became familiar with our kitchen, with our bathroom, with our space. Consequently, our time with them never felt like an "appointment." It felt like real life.

3. Take the low position.
While talking with my wife, they would kneel by our bed. During labor, they sat on the floor. We have plenty of chairs in our home, which I offered repeatedly. These women consistently took the low place. Their humility was convicting.

4. Submit to training and train others.
At nearly all of our meetings, and at the birth, there was a student midwife. She listened. She served. She cleaned. She set things up. She carried heavy loads. Recently I received a call from a major Christian university where our church attempted to place an ad for a position. They wouldn't even post it, I was told, pejoratively, by the head of the Christian Ministries department, because our position was part-time and the pay was too low. Their students, he chirped, had received an expensive education in order to take "major positions" at "top churches." God have mercy. Christian ministry doesn't look a thing like Jesus anymore. (But midwifery does.)

5. Receive what you're given.
New birth - whether physical or spiritual - happens when it will. I woke both of our midwives with pre-dawn phone calls. They arrived with only what they needed for the birth. No extra clothes. No food. With ease and quiet gratitude they ate what we fed them. Following the birth, one stayed to assure us and napped in the guest room. I kept thinking of Jesus' words to his disciples, "Take nothing for the journey - no staff, no bag, no bread, no money, no extra tunic..." There's a beautiful freedom in this kind of simple dependance.

6. Ask questions.
During the intensity of the actual birth, when it would be easiest to assume control, they mostly asked questions. They observed, they guided, they took careful notes. But their primary interaction with my wife came through a few, specific, carefully-timed questions.

7. Trust the process.
Against the backdrop of a culture which "manages" labor with monitors, drugs, and strict time tables, the midwives' calm trust of the mother's instincts and the birth process itself stood out as remarkably faithful. Not naive, just reverent. I was struck by the fact that they believed this process was normal, that it was meant to happen, and that it would happen. Over-engineering the process of birth (whether with Pitocin or with stiff "spiritual" formulae) reveals a foolishly anemic view of the Power driving the process.

8. Be amazed.
They've caught over 1000 babies. They do this all the time. And yet they're still amazed at the miracle of new life. They're still hushed by the wonder of the first breath. They still talk about the baby with a sense of awe. They participate in the same story week after week. But when they're in this moment, they're not working. They're amazed.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

growing as worshippers of God

Our community is discussing the value of transformation this week. We're considering ways to "grow as worshippers of God."

One of the ways I am most helped to grow is through relationships (with friends or home groups) which provide accountability.

Here are a couple great sets of questions which can be used in accountability relationships.

Chuck Swindoll's Pastoral Accountability Questions:

In his book, The Body, Chuck Colson lists the questions used by Chuck Swindoll.

1. Have you been with a woman anywhere this past week that might be seen as compromising?

2. Have any of your financial dealings lacked integrity?

3. Have you exposed yourself to any sexually explicit material?

4. Have you spent adequate time in Bible study and prayer?

5. Have you given priority time to your family?

6. Have you fulfilled the mandates of your calling?

7. Have you just lied to me?


from Neil Cole:

1. What is the condition of your soul?

2. What sin do you need to confess?

3. What have you held back from God that you need to surrender?

4. Is there anything that has dampened your zeal for Christ?

5. Who have you talked with about Christ this week?

Sunday, August 30, 2009

full family worship @ emmaus


Team-taught with Kathryn today. She read and narrated from Acts 16 and I tried to draw pictures to illustrate. It was great having all the kids in with us for a back-to-school, full-family Sunday. Here's an excerpt from today's teaching. More at www.emmausteachings.org.


When we have a real relationship with Jesus (when resurrection meets our life) it changes (redefines) everything. It turns everything upside down and backwards.

Prison is no longer a prison…

in that it is the end of the line, the defeat of hope, the place where nothing is free/alive.

Foreclosure is no longer foreclosure…

in that it is the end of the line, the defeat of dreams, a “lost” situation, where no one is free/alive.

Losing your job is not just losing your job...

When resurrection meets life, every experience holds an opportunity for restoration.

Here's the question: What difference does Jesus make?

One of the most remarkable realities of this story is that Paul and Silas are experiencing the power of Jesus right where they are.


Resurrection is a here and now reality for them.

We usually don’t experience – or even expect to experience – the power of Jesus here and now.

We usually expect Jesus to make a difference at another time and in another place.

Which, tragically, is to render the Gospel of Jesus impotent for today. It’s to refuse to embrac

e the reality of resurrection meeting real life right here and right now.

What difference does Jesus make….right where I am? In the midst of this mess?

If resurrection is a here and now reality (which it is) then every experience holds an oppo

rtunity for new life. For life over death.

When resurrection meets life…It’s upside down and backwards.

When you’re powerless, that’s when you’re truly strong.

When you’re hurting, that’s when you’re able to bring healing to others.

When you’re in prison, you can sing.



Sunday, August 23, 2009

the problem with "having" a relationship

The following are excerpts from a teaching on Acts 16:6-10 about being in a real relationship with God. The full teaching will be at www.emmausteachings.org by Monday.


We talk a lot (in evangelical culture) about “having a personal relationship” with Jesus, which speaks to a beautiful reality.

But sometimes, I sense that we’re talking about "having a relationship with Jesus" like it’s something to possess or like it’s a qualifying event (for some future payoff).

We say, “it’s not about being good, it’s about having a relationship.”

We say, “It’s not about religion, it’s about having a relationship.”

And in a very subtle way, I wonder if “having a relationship” almost becomes like “having a ticket” to get in.

What’s important is not that you have a ticket.

What’s important is that you enter into real relationship with the living God.

God’s not going to ask you, “Do you have a ticket?” He’s going to ask you, “Do you love me? Is there anything real between us?”

Jesus warned about a time in the future when he will say to some, “Depart from me. I never knew you.”

It’s so critical that we recognize the remarkable wonder that we have been invited into a real relationship, not just a one time event.

This is why possession language – saying “I have a relationship” is potentially dangerous. It could lead to seeing this relationship as just a ticket to somewhere.

Real relationships are ongoing. We “enter into” relationship. And it’s the relationship itself that matters, not just the moment the relationship begins.

I think that’s why Jesus says one time “you must be born again.” But he says dozens of times, “Follow me.”

Because what Jesus invites us into is a relationship that’s progressive and ongoing… Not like a relationship with the girl at the ticket counter at the movie theater, but more like a marriage…

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

working for the restoration of the church

For nearly a year, many in our community have been preparing for something that is truly counter-cultural: commitment... to a church.

We believe that in order to mature to a place of greater effectiveness, we need to invite one another to simply say, "This is my community. I'm here. I will grow here, embrace others here, and work as part of this team."

Many are excited about becoming a "Covenant Member" and signing the "Emmaus Covenant." For some, it's been a real and difficult challenge.

Here's a powerful reflection from someone in our community that is well-worth reading (published here with the author's permission):



Jaded.

I think that is a word that has been attributed to me from time to time. Sadly, this acquired attitude of mine is especially associated with the church. My relationship with the church is complicated to say the least. So now as I begin to embrace the aspect of forming a covenant with my church community, it is not something I have entered into lightly or even without some hesitation.

I have grown up in the church and while I would never say I was a part of an abusive church, I would say it was certainly an unhealthy environment. I became frustrated and alienated from the church early on. I did not realize it back then, but I quickly became someone who just went through the motions. I simply did what was expected of me. The irony of this is that in many ways the church I grew up in reflected the family I grew up in. Much like my church, my family was not abusive, but very unhealthy. I grew up in an atmosphere where I felt disconnected and simply misunderstood. It was like my family unit had started with good intentions, but had somehow lost its focus or meaning. I craved something more, but after a while, I simply stopped trying to be understood. I became numb to my environment. I did what was expected of me on an external level, but internally I began to construct walls in order to protect my heart.

As I got older, I had the chance to redefine my own image of God. It was not an easy process and I was forced to tear down a lot of walls. While this clearer image of Christ and his love had a healing effect, it also made me angry. I was angry at the damage I had suffered in the church. I was frustrated in the years that I felt I had wasted in just religion rather than a relationship with Christ. I am still working through the damage that was done. I know I am not alone in the feeling of being robbed by legalism and its traditions. I have so many friends who swear they will never be trapped in these outdated institutions, some even to the point of not attending church at all. And I get it. I totally understand it. I almost did it.

And yet, it comes back to family. I had the same frustrations, the same hurt directed towards my upbringing, but instead of simply staying single or never having children, I wanted a family, but I also knew I wanted a different definition of family. I was not always sure what it would look like, but I knew what I did not want it to look like. I know I am not a perfect parent, but at the same time I try to be sensitive to the needs of my children through my own pain. It is not always easy, but I think about the love I would be missing if I did not embrace it.

For those same reasons I am going to embrace this new covenant. And while it may sound like it fits the same criteria of church membership, it is as completely different in definition as an unhealthy family versus a healthy family. I know that no church is perfect however; I do have hope for the health that our community offers. I have seen the sickness of the church and I am thankful for a community that is alive and well. I know I am going out on a limb here, but like most things in life that are worthwhile, I know I need to put myself out there and be vulnerable. To be honest, my heart is already with our community; the covenant will only acknowledge that truth.

- Anonymous

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

a wife's wisdom


Every once in a while, I'm surprised by who reads this blog. For instance, I was contacted by someone yesterday from a southern state in which I've never lived who "found [me] online" and is interested in talking more about becoming part of the community we lead here in Lincoln. Crazy! And I'm not even on Facebook!

Anyway, after reading the piece I just finished about "one of the most personally disturbing comments I've heard in months" my wise wife encouraged me not to post it just in case - for some amazingly crazy reason - the person who made the comment were to read it and - by some chance - take offense to what I wrote.

I care for this person, and I'd never want them to be hurt, especially by my words.

To be clear (because I know this is sounding much juicier than it really is), this comment was personally disturbing because of what it revealed about the Church. And I love the Church. I wrote nothing that criticized the person. Their comment just spun me into a hurricane of reflection that touched-down on some sensitive areas. And I had to write about it.

I still think it's well-worth reading. :) If you're still interested, follow the clues and email me [nathan(at)nathanoates(dot)com] and I'll pass it on...maybe. ha ha!


Monday, June 08, 2009

a church or a circus?

Every few years we go to a circus. 

         I always enjoy the trapeze stunts – that’s usually pretty amazing. 

         I hate the clowns.  I could totally skip the clowns. 

         And the part that always makes me sad is the lions:

         They roll them out in their train of cages, walking so slowly, doing their tricks, jumping through hoops, standing on balls, swatting at insignificant little batons, opening their huge jaws but not using their teeth, walking around in circles, putting on a show.  Some people clap.  Most people yawn.   (Something inside us knows: this isn’t what God had in mind when he made lions). 

         A few years ago two famous “lion tamers” who performed in Vegas were doing their regular act when one of these giant cats (I think they were actually Siberian tigers) just snapped.  It mauled and nearly killed one of the men in the cage.  (I’m not trying to be unsympathetic. If you’re a fan, I’m sorry.  No offense intended.  I know it was a real tragedy.)  But when I read about that, something inside me said, It’s about time.  There’s a lion who remembered who he was created to be.  You’re a lion!  Be a lion!  You weren’t meant to walk around in silly circles and jump through insignificant hoops.  If some dude with tight pants and a whip sticks his head in your mouth, you ought to rip it off. 

The church has become like caged lions.  We’re doing our tricks, jumping through hoops, swatting at insignificant little batons, arguing about and fighting over things that don’t really matter, opening our mouths but not using our teeth.  We’re worried about putting on a show. Some people clap.  Most yawn.  (Something inside us knows: this isn’t what God had in mind when he made the Church). 

I long for us to be free again.  To be un-caged.  To be fierce in our passion and wild in our compassion.  To be an undeniable presence in our city…because we’re making a difference for good.  And to press hard into real relationships with one another, to have real conversations with each other, where maybe we get a little bloodied but we’re grateful because it made us better – because we spoke the truth in love.  And we kept on loving.  I long for the church to be the church… to be a movement of healing…to be a community of hope… called out ones, united together, rushing into the hells of this earth to rescue the suffering, blessed to be a blessing to the whole world… 

Saturday, May 16, 2009

26.2


The Avenue of the Giants

Race report

It’s been a couple weeks since I ran my first marathon.  I wanted to write down a few thoughts before they fade…

Training

I felt very well prepared.  The distance that had once seemed completely out of the question slowly moved into the realm of possibility as, over six months, I finished the Stinson Beach 25K, the Sequoia 30K, a couple 20 mile training runs, and lots of early morning miles.  I received solid counsel and encouragement from ultra-marathoners Jeffery Johnston and Tony Overbay and long-time friend Steve Henning (who ran The Ave this year as well).

Set Backs

I think I hit my peak 4 or 5 weeks early.  During the last month before the marathon I missed a week of training due to a bad cold and another with an Achilles issue.  also spent most of the week prior to the run in the hospital with my son. 

Mind Set

Ironically, rather than distracting me from the run, a week of living on the 6th floor of Sutter Memorial brought a whole new perspective to this previously-unimaginable goal.  I was surprised at how totally relaxed I was at the start.  I wasn’t even a little bit nervous.  As recently as 36 hours before the marathon I was thinking I’d probably have to miss it.  So as the sun began to break through the clouds and awaken the redwoods and I kissed my kids and wife, I walked to the start just grateful for life and God’s goodness. 

The Run

My plan was to start slowly – I wanted to run the first 6.5 miles at a 10 minute pace.  I felt great and made the first turnaround at 1:04 – right on target.

I found a sweet spot from miles 7 – 13.  I felt strong and slipped down to between 9 and 9:25 miles. 

I got to see the kids and Carm at the halfway point, which was a great boost.   They handed me a Payday which I consumed during the next mile.

I started “feeling it” for the first time just prior to mile 17.  My left knee began to stiffen and I stopped to stretch.  Even though I’d been drinking a lot up till now, at mile 19 I started drinking a water bottle every two miles. 

By mile 20 I’d slowed considerably to the low 11s.  And I slipped to a 12 minute mile at 21 and at 23.  I was walking about 20 seconds each mile from 17 – 24.  My lungs felt fine but my legs were really beginning to hurt.

At 24 I realized that I would have to run the last two miles in just over 10 minute pace (a full minute faster than I’d run the last 5 miles) in order to finish under 4:30.  Though I hadn’t actually set a time goal before the race, for some reason finishing over 4:30 felt totally unacceptable to me at this point.  So I resolved to do what it took to make that goal. 

The Payoff

In the final 20 minutes I reached a place physically and mentally that I haven’t experienced for 18 years.  I was totally out of gas but found more.  It's an surreal experience: your body is screaming for mercy but your mind is refusing to listen and - somehow - winning the battle.  Both body and mind crossed the line at 4:29:22. 

Retrospect

While completing this marathon was the accomplishment of one of my few identified “life goals,” and I’m feeling a real sense of accomplishment, I’m surprised at how much smaller this goal appears in retrospect. 

I’m also impressed by how significantly the other much-more-real challenges of my life motivated me in training and especially in the run itself.  The strength and courage exhibited by my son and others, who don’t have the choice of slowing down or quitting, renders any race a mere illustration of the greater challenges and truths of life.

 

The Splits

Avenue of the Giants Marathon

3-May-09




 

 

Nate's first marathon

 

 

 

 

mile

mile time

total

1

10.05

0.10.05

2

9.5

0.19.55

3

9.34

0.29.3

4

9.46

 

5

9.48

0.49.03

6

10.2

0.59.23

7

9.15

1.08.39

8

9.02

1.17.41

9

9.16

 

10

9.16

 

11

9.16

1.45.32

12

9.24

1.54.57

13

9.15

2.04.13

14

10.13

2.14.26

15

9.3

2.23.56

16

9.44

2.33.41

17

10.44

2.44.25

18

10.13

2.54.39

19

11.3

3.06.09

20

11.2

3.17.3

21

12.19

3.29.5

22

11.28

3.41.19

23

12.14

3.53.33

24

11.38

4.05.12

25

11.31

4.16.44

26

10.37

4.27.22

0.2

2

4.29.22