Eighth Grade Bumper Sticker Wisdom

8535It has been my experience that eighth grade students have a unique ability to connect what they hear, see and read to the world around them as they mature into teenagers. This was illustrated most recently for me at a weekly after school Wyldlife middle school meeting. At the meeting, an eighth grade student used the example of a bumper sticker to connect with and illustrate, with brilliant clarity, the foundational theological truth which we were discussing.

Towards the end of our weekly meeting time, we were sitting in a circle in the cafeteria looking at a Bible verse, Romans 10:9, which reads, “If you declare with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” The question proposed to the students based on that verse was, “When we refer to Jesus as Lord, are we using the word ‘Lord’ as a name or a title?” If “Lord” is simply part of Jesus’ name, then it has little meaning beyond providing a means for him to be known. It’s just a name. However, if it is used as a title, in the way the Apostle Paul intended when he used the Greek word, “Kurios,” the meaning of the word takes on great importance. When Paul refers to Jesus as “Lord” or “Kurios,” he is describing Jesus as being supreme in authority; elevating his status as above and over all things.

As our group discussed what it meant for people’s lives to declare Jesus as the supreme authority in the lives, an eighth grade boy in the circle raised his hand. When he was called on he declared, “The bumper sticker that says, ‘Jesus is my co-pilot,’ is wrong. It should say, ‘Jesus is my pilot.’” Wow! If ever there was a “Mic Drop” moment, this was it. This young man had made a perfect analogy that simply summed up the idea of Jesus as, “Kurios.” The Apostle Paul would be proud.

His analogy was perfect because it clearly illustrated the idea that whomever is the authority over your life is the one who is the pilot; doing the steering. If Jesus is the supreme authority over your life, then he is the one with his hands on the wheel taking you where he wants you to go. He is not a co-pilot, as the bumper sticker says, riding in the passenger seat keeping you company waiting for the chance to steer when you are in trouble, tired or not sure where to go.

This is a profound, life changing wisdom revealed by an eighth grader through a bumper sticker. Remember it as you go through your week and reflect on places where Jesus is the pilot doing the steering, your “Kurios,” and where he is the co-pilot, sitting in the passenger seat waiting to steer under your direction. If you allow Jesus to steer your life, you will go places you never thought you would go and do things that you never thought you would do as you live with a new purpose in glorifying God with your life.

I See You

Toddler girl wearing woolen knitted sweater with hood is sitting

“I see you.”

If you’ve taken a child to the playground, you have heard those three words spoken by parents countless times to their children. When my daughter was little, I shared that experience as she would climb to the top of a yellow plastic slide, stand up straight in her pink, blue and green coat, and yell, “look!” She would keep yelling, “look!” until I turned to face her and said, “I see you.” Once those words were spoken, she was satisfied and would go down the slide happily.

“I see you.”

While my daughter certainly wanted me to physically see her, after considering Pastor Emily’s sermon at First Presbyterian Maumee on Genesis 16 last week, I realized that seeing my daughter at the top of the slide wasn’t simply about sight. To my young daughter, those words were an affirming sign that she needed of my recognition, caring, security and, ultimately, love for her. They were a sign of a bond between the two of us that went beyond my simply acknowledging seeing what she was doing.

“I see you.”

As children grow into teenagers, like my daughter has, they stop yelling “look!” every time they figuratively climb the next slide but they still have the need and the desire for us, as parents, to see them. Unfortunately, like Hagar in Gen. 16, many of the times they need to be seen the most are when they are struggling or disappointed or hurting. As Hagar needed to be seen by God when she ran away from being mistreated, our teenagers need to be seen by us when they face difficulties to affirm the bond of love and recognition we provide. They need us to say:

“I see you.”

When you get a bad grade on the test.

“I see you.”

When your audition goes poorly.

“I see you.”

When you make a mistake on social media.

“I see you.”

When you don’t like the way you look.

“I see you.”

When you’ve been rejected by your friends.

While it is easy to see our children when they are young and yelling “look!”, it can become harder to see them as they grow and become teenagers. Often, they are harder to see because they may hide, both figuratively and literally.

If your teenager is hiding in some way, I encourage you to think of ways you can let them know you see them each week by being accessible to them. It could be in a brief conversation in the morning before school. It could be asking them a few questions about their day on the car ride to soccer or play practice. It could be taking them out for ice cream unexpectedly and enjoying a few moments together outside of the busyness of the week. Give them an opportunity to yell, “look!” once again from the top of the slide and tell them,

“I see you.”



The Tree of Life

treeoflife2What is the most memorable piece of artwork your child has ever brought home from elementary school? Is it a drawing, a sculpture, a painting, or maybe a poem? Whatever it may be, did it take the position of honor on the refrigerator in your home? Did you put it on the mantle or put it in a frame and hang it on a wall? Late last school year, I was fortunate to have my then third grade son bring home a drawing that has become one of his most memorable to me.

I was taking my third grade son’s homework folder out of his backpack and saw a black piece of construction paper peaking out of the top of it. I opened the folder and inside it was the black paper folded in half. I took it out of his folder and unfolded it. What I saw put a smile on my face.  He had drawn an expressively colorful, free flowing tree on the black piece of paper. Fortunately, it had not been folded and mangled in various different directions as seems to happen to many of the papers in his back pack. The drawing was only folded once down the middle. I immediately put the drawing aside and in a safe place so it wouldn’t get shuffled around with all the other papers he brings home.

I asked him about the drawing and he told me the tree that he had drawn was his version of the Tree of Life. Of course. Could there be any doubt that this was the Tree of Life? There was life drawn, colored and designed all over that black piece of paper. It breathes a kind of life and creativity that it seems only children can capture within their artwork and is a blessing to me as it reminds me of the preciousness and joy of life contained within the beauty of creation. This drawing on black construction paper turned into a gift that I will treasure always.

I need to go find a frame. I’m hanging this picture in my office!

A Hallway in Buffalo

As I was walking down a hallway at Bennett High School in Buffalo, NY two weeks ago, I crossed paths with a man who told me he had a story he wanted to share with me. A story of a changed heart after forty-five years.

The man was a resident of Buffalo and lived in one of the homes that was painted or repaired as part of a high school work camp run by Group Mission Trips. I participated in the camp as an adult leader and called the high school home for the week. He had come to the high school that evening to join the crew of students and adults who had worked on his home. They gathered together with the rest of the camp participants for the final worship service of the camp which took place in the school auditorium.

After the evening service, I was walking down the hallway of the high school by myself when I first noticed this man turning the corner down the hall and walking towards me. As we got closer to each other, he asked me for directions to the nearest bathroom. After I pointed him to the nearby bathroom, he stopped and told me he had to tell me something.

As we stood in the hallway, he began to explain that he and his wife had been married for forty-five years and over those forty-five years he had tried and failed, again and again, to get his wife to read the Bible. No matter what he tried, he had never had any success in getting her to read scripture. However, during the week of work camp, he began to notice a gradual change in his wife. The change began when she joined the students for their daily work site lunch and devotion time. As the devotions with the students went on through the week, he noticed his wife thinking about what the students read and discussed each day. The daily devotion time with the high school students led his wife, on the last day of camp, to turn off the TV and open the Bible they had in the house. She began reading it for the first time in forty five-years. The man could not express enough how grateful he was for the students being at his home. He knew their faith and service in Christ’s name had caused his wife’s faith to come alive.

This man’s story reminded me of one of the reasons why student ministry and organizations like Group Mission Trips matter. They matter because they give students the opportunity for God to use their faith to transform lives around them as their own faith grows through service. This was evident in Buffalo and in the transformation that took place in the wife of a man I met in a hallway.

How Do We Grow?

Today, I came across the following video from Right Now Media titled “How Do We Grow?”  The video and poetry work together beautifully to illustrate how Christ causes people to grow and mature in their faith as they live their lives for Him. The poetry mirrors what the Apostle Paul wrote to the church in Philippi in Philippians 1:6 “being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.”

Below are the words to the poem in the video.

How Do We Grow?

By strength or resolve?

Can we make it so?

Can we shape the course of our lives according to our purpose and designs?

Or add a single hour to the measure of our time?

How can we ever venture into what is unknown when we are incapable of the smallest change on our own?

Looking back over the span of our lives we can see the marks that testify

The how far we’ve come

How much we’ve grown

How much of His grace we have been shown

The marks of maturity on our lives the evidence of the work of Christ

The seed that He has planted in our heart the Lord has also watered and will refine every part

It is His intention to give a growth until it comes to fruition

He has sealed it with His oath

That he who began this good work in you will see it through

In this lies our hope not in what we do

But we do not grow alone our roots are intertwined

One with another so that your strength is mine

While we wait in expectation no growth can be seen

The tender shoots that so quickly spring up must go strong less they remain frail and green

Would we be overwhelmed be perils in store that His timing seeks to prepare us for?

Let us endure our trials with patience for it’s in His goodness that we trust

and hold fast to our commitment resting in His faithfulness to us

His goal is for our good on this our assurance falls

That he who began this good work will surely make it grow tall.

Madonna, Ellen and Horns

Are you ever in a situation where you watch TV without the sound? When I run on the treadmill at the YMCA, I am put in that situation. At the YMCA, there are a few TVs that are on, facing the treadmills, but you can’t hear the audio unless you have ear buds and a way to tune into the station that is listed on each TV. Since I can’t stand exercising with ear buds in my ears, I simply watch the TV without the sound. Because I can only see the images and not hear what is going on, I think the images make a stronger impression on me then they would normally.

Two days ago I was on a treadmill at about 4:45pm. As seems to be the normal daily schedule, one of the TVs had that day’s episode of the Ellen show playing. In the episode, Madonna performed a song that included men with masks and black horns in the production. At the end of the song, Ellen put on a set of horns and knelt down in front of Madonna. Madonna; Ellen DeGeneres

These images made a strong impression on me as I watched them with no audio. I wondered what exactly it was that I was seeing? Was I seeing blatant demonic imagery in the performance? Is it possible I was missing important details because I wasn’t able to hear the audio? Was I overreacting to what I saw or was there indeed a darker message beyond the music? I haven’t yet watched the video of the performance to gain more information. Before I do, I wanted to find out what others who viewed this video thought of it and the messages it contained. Let me know what you think.

Dancing Lessons From a Two-and-a-Half Year Old

A few weeks ago at church, the band played the song “After All (Holy)” by David Crowder.

As I was singing, I noticed off to the right side of the room a two-and-half year old girl dancing to the music in the free space by the table at which she was sitting. She had on a red and black dress with a red ribbon in her hair. With her red and black dress moving as she jumped and twirled, she danced. She danced freely, joyfully and worshipfully as only a two-and-a-half year old can. It was a moment that served to remind me of what it looks like to worship God with all your heart, soul and mind (Matthew 22:37). Her dancing was a reminder and perfect example of worship as described in Psalm 149:3, which states, “Let them praise his [the Lord’s] name with dancing, making melody to him with tambourine and lyre!” I believe God was working through that little girl that Sunday to remind me and others of what worship can be if we remember to focus on God’s greatness instead of ourselves. To that little girl I say, “thank you” and “keep dancing!”