A 50 Year Old Kid

She was about 70 years older than me and she was proud to tell me her age! A slight little African American Great Grandma, she looked like she would blow away if a good gust came up. Her toothless smile looked like it was trying to grab both ears at the same time. But what she said stuck with me like a piece of bubble gum on your shoe on a hot day.

She said, "Age is all about mind over matter. If you don't mind, it don't matter." Then she cackled, not a witch's hollow cackle, but a cackle of such delight and genuine merriment that the flowers nearby seemed to start dancing.

50 is around the corner in just a few more steps. But it's not like some character flaw to be dreaded then lied about. 50 isn't a contagious disease, it's the green flag for the next lap of life!

50 is as old or as young I want it to be! 50 can trap me in such seriousness and stiffness that you might as well start measuring the coffin. OR I can choose new dance steps for a new decade.

I can choose to SOMERSAULT my way into 50 and just keep rolling with a childlike cackle that surprises the stuffier old men my age.

50 SOMERSAULTS...I did 50 in a row today and I felt like I was at recess in the third grade again! My MIND said, "You're still just a KID...my BODY said, "Hey old man you haven't done one of those in five years!"

Tonight I am still smiling but also thinking I need a little more practice in "mind over matter".

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The Great Sculptor

Pastor Greg was at the table next to ours at the World Impact Banquet in downtown Los Angeles on Saturday. His church, Malibu Presbyterian had pledged $500,000 to the Teen Center in Watts. Pastor Greg, who is a earnest follower of Jesus, gave the benediction.

7 hours later his church building burnt to the ground in the Malibu fire. God, is that fair?

I have found that God's idea of "good" and of "fair" is not bound to the "present", to the "short term", to the "small picture", or even limited to "earth time". His reasoning of "good" is "future", "long-term", "big picture", and "eternity". Until we see from that perspective, we must be careful about passing judgment on God.

Now that is hard...because I don't live in the "future", I live in the "now", I hurt on "earth-time". But it does help to know God is at work to build something better.

Pastor Greg said, "It's not the church, it's only a building. We believe beauty will come from ashes." They were fully insured and now they can start to rebuild in ways that are even more conducive to God's work in Malibu.

I was near the Mount St. Helen's eruption in 1980...the ash was like snow banks. But not long afterwards, artists began taking that ash and creating beautiful sculptures from it.

This is my calling...I am an assistant to the master "ash sculptor"...I am to help Him take ashes in people's lives and sculpt them into something beautiful. Jesus has done and is doing that for me. How about you?

Living Large!

A 50 mile bike ride as I seek to LIVE LARGE!

(one of my 50 by 50 adventures) (see previous blog to check progress)

In the Middle of the Night

Let me see you in the middle of the night,
When the dark is long,
When the questions far exceed answers,
When the tossing of my body, reflects the churning of my mind.

Let me see you in the middle of the night,
When my efforts seem so great and my accomplishments seem so small,
When my thoughts bounce like a pin ball that makes noise but scores no points,
When my silent prayers seem as merely a pointless conversation with myself.

Let me see you in the middle of the night,

When the distance ahead is matched only by the distance to return

And I am trapped between reaching for more or being content with less.

Let me see you in the middle of the night,
When I must view you by faith alone.

Let me see you so I may be stilled by you,
And so I may help others see you in the middle of their night.

For you alone are my rest in the middle of the night.
- larryjoewalkemeyer 10 18 07

Dirty Feet & Divine Moments

For 16.5 years I have arrived at church service with freshly showered feet. For 16.5 years I have never had my feet washed during service. But not this Sunday.

The Long Beach Marathon runs in front of our house. From our garage you can take the alley to the street and go north to the church. But from our driveway...it's almost impossible to go north because all the side streets are barricaded. So early Sunday morning...with NO wallet, money, phone, or SHOES...I jumped in our daughter's car to move it behind the house to the alley so she could get to church to teach the youth. Bad decision.

They wouldn't let me back to my house...all side streets were barricaded. I drove for an hour trying to find a route back to my house. Meanwhile the clock was ticking before service was to start. Finally I gave up. I scrounged through Lindsey's car...found one dollar bill...and walked barefoot across the parking lot to a grocery store to get change for a pay phone.

It's been 5 years since I used a payphone....but I called Deb and said..."bring my clothes to my office"...I drove to the church office...walked barefoot through the parking lot... finally 7 minutes before service was to start she showed up...I shaved and changed clothes and ran to service...with dirty feet. Our Leadership Council did an amazing job of running the entire service as an act of love for staff appreciation day. At the end of service...they washed our feet and mine were really dirty! It was a divine moment.

16 years NEVER NEEDING my feet washed. 16 years NEVER HAVING my feet washed at church. But God brought it all together...now is that ODD or is that GOD?

Hard to Be Served

Peter thought Jesus had lost his mind. Jesus - the miracle worker, amazing prophet, and soon to be King everything - was doing the work of the lowest slave...washing the grime and grossness off the feet of his friends. Peter says, "You ain't doing me, Jesus...I am not about to let you."

Jesus' reply was world-stopping! "If I don't, you won't have any part of my life". Peter would go on to become one of the greatest servants for Jesus ever. But first he had to learn that Christianity is about being served. Jesus came to serve Peter.

It's "hard to be served". You don't become the "hero" by being served. Instead it humbles you. You have to be humbled to let someone love you, bless you, serve you, even die for you before you can enter into real Christianity.

This Sunday, I will sit through service and watch our Leadership Council serve me and the staff. I will have my feet washed instead of being the one that washes feet. It will be hard for me, but also good for me. (But I am getting a pedicure today!)

Sitting Tight When the Seat's Too Tight

In the last two months I have been approached about pastoring two very large churches - prestigious offers of upwardly mobile ministry positions. But after discussion with Jesus and with Deb (in that order) I have chosen to stay put...to sit tight leading a church with only 39 parking spots.

I am not making very good career choices...but I pray I am making great kingdom choices.
It's uncomfortable to my flesh...the seat feels too tight...but in a kingdom where you are called to lose your life in order to find it...to lay down your life for the poor...I believe that, at least for now, its a kingdom call that carries with it reward found following no other path. Jesus, please shape my seat to the seat you have me in!

50 Unique Ventures Before I Turn 50

49 going once, going twice...gone...to the man turning 50!

But before 49 is released on November 6th, I am doing 50 unique ventures.
Here's the current list...it may change and there are NO promises...I will blog about how I am doing over the next month. Stay tuned....

The List: Between October 8 and November 6

1. Write 50 post it love notes for Deb
2. Ride 50 mile in one bike ride around LB (DONE)
3. Select 50 of my favorite songs and make cd (DONE)
4. Select 50 of my favorite photos…print some (DONE)
5. Fast for 50 hours (DONE)
   
6. Give away $50 worth of my books (DONE)
   
7. Raise $5,000 for church planting in the Philippines
8. Take the boat to Catalina and back 50 minutes each way.
9. Sail 50 miles with Karl
   
10. Hold my breath for 50 seconds (DONE)
11. Swim 50 laps at Belmont Pool (DONE)
12. Take Deb to a nice restaurant and spend at least $50
    
13. Go the Aquarium and see 50 different kinds of fish. (DONE)
14. Read 50 pages of my favorite books of the Bible. (DONE)
    
15. Make 50 journal entries.
16. Tandem Sky Dive for 50 seconds or more.
17. Watch 5 great Movies
    
18. Give 50 5 dollar bills to street people.
19. Send 50 appreciation emails.
20. Watch 5 great sunrises (DONE)
21. Watch 5 great sunsets (DONE)
    
22. Write 50 words that describe Lindsey (DONE)
23. Buy Deb 50 roses (DONE)
    
24. Have dinner with 50 friends. (DONE)
    
25. Do 5 sets of 50 set ups in less than 500 seconds. (DONE)
    
26. Play Golf for 1^st time…shoot 50 or less for 5 holes. (DONE)
    
27. Have a 50 minute massage (DONE)
    
28. Kayak around the oil island and back in 50 minutes.
29. Take 50 pictures of people I love
30. Give 50 dollars to a great teenager who needs it. (DONE)
    
31. Talk on the phone for 50 minutes with Mom and Dad. (DONE)
    
32. Write 50 postcards to people in the church.
33. Drink 50 ounces of orange juice in 5 minutes. (DONE)
34. Write a 50 word essay describing my life. (DONE)
35. Tell 50 jokes.
36. Spend 50 minutes in the convalescent home next door. (DONE)
    
37. Take 50 pictures at Disneyland
38. Do 50 somersaults. (DONE)
    
39. Pray on my face for 50 minutes. (DONE)
    
40. Give Deb a 50 minute foot and hand massage.
41. Drive 50 miles North of Malibu on PCH 101 in a rented sports car.
42. Donate 500 dollars to a ministry I have never given to. (DONE)
    
43. Drink 50 different beverages
44. Spend 50 minutes singing to Jesus
45. Sing “Agnus Dei” in 50 different places
46. Send a 50 word love note to Deb
47. Walk barefoot on the beach for 50 minutes (DONE)
48. Write down 50 things that God has done for me.
49. Write down 50 of my favorite memories. (DONE)
50. Write down 50 things I want to do before I die.

10/8/2007 12:14:50 PM

Farmer in the Hood

If you don't know...I grew up in Kansas...in the heartland...Joe Moon was the only African American kid in our whole town...we were good friends.

Fast forward 40 years and here I am as far from "rural" as you can get, pastoring an urban church in the midst of "blood" and "crips". I have asked the Lord, "What's a white bread farm boy doing in the hood?"

Recently one of the teens that sometimes goes to our church was shot down...yesterday 3 of the girls in our youth group were at the bus stop when one of their friends shot and killed the other boy standing with them.

My heart is broken for the brokenness of our neighborhood. Meanwhile one of our top anglo givers said..."Pastor I'm out of here with my family because our church has become too inner-city." Is comfort the god we bow before?

I am angry at the sin of the church, the sin of the neighborhood and the sin in my heart.
What can a farm boy do in the 'hood?
Pray? Love? Raise Money? Preach the Light of Jesus? Start a Community Center?
Yes...and I hope our team can impact the 'hood!