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25
Jan

WHAT IF WE THREW THE BUTS OUT?

Great post by Mike Foster over at POTSC.com

People of the Second Chance

WHAT IF WE THREW THE BUTS OUT?
3 Comments | January 24th, 2010 9:53:33 pm

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Posted by Mike Foster:

You know what frustrates me the most? When I hear the word “BUT” in conversations about second chances.

What does the word “BUT” do:

“BUT” is about caution. “BUT” is about holding back just a little. “BUT” is our escape route. “BUT” is our Plan B.

Plain and simple: IT’S THE WATERING DOWN OF RADICAL GRACE!

Instead of passionately going for it and risking everything we place our trust in the “BUT.”

Tell me if you’ve heard or thought this before about second chances:

“But what if he cheats again?” “But what if they aren’t truly sorry?” “But what if it doesn’t work out?” “But some people say…”

All those “BUTS” have the same predictable result. No real change. No grace revolution. It’s just business as usual. And quite frankly, I’m tired of business as usual!

When I daydream I often wonder what kind of world it would be if we all pushed through our fear, prejudice, and judgment and fully surrendered to a movement of radical grace.

Are you with me? Are you ready to go for it?

The path is clear..The only way we get there is by throwing the “BUTS” out!

25
Jan

MLK Day – A Southern White Man’s View

Last Monday, out of no where, I was asked the following question by my seven year old daughter.

“Daddy, what do we do to celebrate Martin Luther King Day?”

It seemed like an odd question at first. She continued…

“We don’t exchange gifts or anything?”

“Now I understand,” I told myself. With that I was able to see the problem from her little 7 year old point of view. Basically, holidays are meant to be celebrated. Just coming off Christmas and New Years with tons of family, lots of food, gifts a plenty, and cheerful attitudes her alertness and expectations were heightened. I needed to carefully lower those expectations.

I’m not sure if other families, especially those with a skin color other than white “do” something, but we have never even talked about Dr. King much less done anything. It’s not because we mean any disrespect, but it’s kind of like President’s Day. We don’t intentionally talk about George Washington or Abraham Lincoln either.

Back to her question. So, I began to explain that “It isn’t one of those holidays,” when before I could speak a word she beat me to the punch with an announcement that I’ll never forget. In her sweet Kentucky drawl she said,


“I mean if it wasn’t for him we wouldn’t be gettin’ those kids.”


I was dumbfounded…speechless…disappointed…proud.

She was absolutely right.

It had never occurred to me, and I am ashamed.

In her mind this day is significant, very significant. We’ve been trying to adopt three children from Uganda for three years. We pray for them every night. And while I had completely missed any opportunity to make the connection she had not. Martin Luther King Jr.’s sacrifice was making the very attempt, no, the very thought of adopting black children a reality.

Here was my lens for the Martin Luther King Jr. Birthday Holiday. The holiday was first approved by Congress in 1983. No disrespect meant, but again from the Southern White perspective in many ways MLK Day was viewed, by many, as a token holiday. It was slow to be adopted by the states and up until my sophomore year in high school it was a regular school day until January 19, 1988.

Why did that change? Well it wasn’t because a law had been passed. Instead our high school made the national news on January 20, 1987 when the school was overcome by a race riot that broke out amongst the students. We had police at school for the first time in my life and from that point forward the local school system gave us the day off on the third Monday in January in order to avoid another racially tinged outburst. Now the racial tension in my community is strange. It’s always there, but never ever talked about. It’s just accepted.

Almost every black church in my community was formed right after the Civil War. One of those churches was formed in a split within one of those black churches several years later, but it can trace its roots back to the Civil War. The United Methodist Church, in an effort to incorporate some heritage from their old building into their new one actually put a stained glass window over the opening of the sanctuary that says “M. E. Church South.” I’m not sure if anyone actually knew this, but “M. E.” is the abbreviation for Methodist Episcopal and the designation “South” indicates that there must have been a “North.” Basically “South” proclaims that the church was/is pro-slavery, and sadly if anyone were to look it up today that church is still proclaiming it with the prominent placement of that window over the main doors to the sanctuary. Some would argue that the church was pro-Confederate, but the church split between North and South, as far as the Methodist Episcopal Church was concerned, was over the issue of slavery and not state’s rights.

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As a confession, in some ways I have always thought that the riot episode was an excuse to get emotional over something that none of the rioters could identify with since none of them had even been alive when Martin Luther King Jr. was alive. So, why in the world would they feel so passionate about a guy that they never really knew? In my whiteness I excused the whole thing as an opportunity for blacks to adopt an entitlement mentality claiming victimization for the lack of opportunity provided them. This entitlement thing is not a black problem. It’s a culture problem. We Americans feel entitled to low prices, easy money, big houses and fancy cars. So, when we get any opportunity we play the role of victim when those entitlements aren’t granted to us.

Now, after a child’s comment, God has redeemed that line of thinking. I see things a little differently. It never occurred to me that if it were not for the Civil Rights Movement our adoption of African children would not be possible. While I’m not 100% sure that the State of Kentucky would have denied us the right. I am pretty sure that the road would have been uphill at best and at worst impossible.

Sadly, for the first time I can appreciate how radically better my life is today because of Dr. King’s efforts. There are opportunities that I now have as a Southern White Man that would never have come about if not for his sacrifice.

Don’t tell my seven year old, but I think we may do something special next year.

4
Jan

What Drug Cartels and Christians Have In Common

Not recognizing our cars. « Stuff Christians Like – Jon Acuff

#659. Not recognizing our cars.
Nov 25th by Jon

It’s always good to have a friend who is a cop and I’m excited to say I just met one. His daughter goes to kindergarten with mine and we walked around together on Halloween night. I peppered him with the kind of questions a 7-year old boy would ask McGruff the crime dog but he humored me. And then, he told me something a little surprising …

International drug cartels use caravans of different cars to run drugs through Georgia.

I read about that in article but secretly hoped the organizational savvy of cartels that are now using a Wal-Mart approach to outsourcing their crimes was exaggerated. He assured me it was not. Here’s how it works:

When a drug cartel is going to drive drugs up from Miami or Texas, they use three different cars …

The first car is kind of the “smoker” car. Its only job is to go 100MPH and smoke out any cops that might be on the highway. Its role is to get a speeding ticket and pull the cops out of their hiding places.

The second car is the disguised car. They often use unassuming elderly couples in boring looking vehicles to actually move the drugs. This car looks normal but could be carrying millions of dollars of drugs.

The third car is the popper. Its only job is to protect the car with the drugs. When the popper sees the police chasing the disguised car, it speeds up and pulls in front of them. The popper then slams on his brakes, forcing the cop car to rear end it. The cop car’s airbags pop off. When that happens, the car is automatically disabled and turns itself off. The cop is now officially out of the chase.

I was fascinated listening to him talk about the strategy involved in an operation like that, but realized ultimately that approach wasn’t that original of an idea. For me, the sin in my life works in a pretty similar fashion.

The smoker sins in my life are the big, neon, obvious stuff I deal with. These are the things I see coming a mile away. To be honest, those are usually lust and porn related. Right before an important speaking engagement or a key moment with God, something will unexpectedly tear down the highway of my life. A contact from my old life will email me after years of silence. Like a cop watching a car do 100MPH I’m tempted to get distracted or lost chasing the smoker.

The disguised sins in my life are harder to spot. These are the things that look like really great opportunities. They’re not so obvious in their deviousness. It just looks like an SUV with a family on vacation, but inside the shell of normalcy are hundreds of pounds of poison. Right now, these are probably new opportunities I’m being offered. It would be really easy to say yes to every opportunity I get to go speak or write. I could say yes and yes and yes over and over again, not realizing that doing so means I’m saying no to my family. No I won’t be there multiple weekends in a row for my daughters. No I won’t pour into my own family because I’ve got pour into a freelance project instead. Some of the opportunities I need to say yes to, but some aren’t the right fit and distinguishing between the two is a challenge.

The popper sins are those ones that stop you dead in your tracks. You’ve spotted the disguised sin. You’re eliminating it from your heart when all of the sudden something pulls in front of you, slams on the brakes and your car is disabled. For me, that’s pride. I’ve started to feel self righteous and prideful about how I am deliberately growing the Stuff Christians Like ministry. And what was initially a good thing, me going after the disguised sin of over committing myself turns into something gross. It turns into pride and I find myself with busted air bags on the side of the road with a car that won’t work.

I’m not sure if you ever feel the same way, maybe you don’t have three cars in your life that are constantly trying to wreck you. But if you do, I encourage you to think about them. Start to see them coming. Know deep down that the drug cartel’s methods are tiny and ill planned compared to how the devil is plotting to ruin your life right now. And pray that when God shows you what those three cars are, He’ll show you what to do.

Today, let’s play fill in the blank. Finish these sentences:

1. My smoker car is ____________

2. My disguised car is __________

3. My popper car is ___________