I was recently sitting down with a friend discussing different aspects of the ministries we lead. As we neared the end of the conversation he mentioned that Village Soul (the ministry I officially launched just over four years ago) had changed. This struck me as a little odd because, from my perspective, my vision and mission has not changed that much since even before I launched Village Soul. Some of the concrete outlets by which we may carry out the vision may have changed, but the vision itself is consistent.
This lead me to think a bit about the nature of a missional vision. Most people who are committed to a missional vision of church will tell you it's about reproducing followers of Jesus in the context where people gather. As opposed to people coming to us to hear about Jesus, the missional believer and church bring Jesus to others on their turf in very practical ways. This essentially has been my vision for life for more years than I care to admit.
Since many of us, myself included, grew up with an idea of church as an institution with meetings and programs that you invite people to for them to learn about Jesus, it can sometimes be challenging to wrap that thinking around the liquid nature of missional church. It's much like water will take on the form of the container (or context) it finds itself in. It falls from the sky as rain or snow; depending on the season and where you live. It runs off into a drain, stream, or river. Eventually, it makes its way to a lake, reservoir or ocean. Some ends up flowing through aqueducts and pipes to houses where it comes out of a tap into a glass, bowl, or pitcher. From the outside it may look like the water has changed, but it's core nature is the same no matter what container it finds itself in. In the same way, a missional vision will be consistent even as it remains flexible to the context in which it finds itself.
This difference in perspective does not mean one interpretation or the other is right or wrong. It simply is a difference of perspective. For the missional practitioner, the challenge is to be aware of the context in which we present our vision and adapt the language of the vision to that context. It is also a challenge to be comfortable with others seeing change where we see a consistency. It's simply the nature of the work we do.
Diakonos is the Greek word for a person who serves others. This blog contains my reflections on seeking to live a life for others in the midst of an egocentric culture.
Friday, January 10, 2014
Monday, January 6, 2014
Trusting The Only One Who Can Help In Times Like These
Winter has arrived in central Indiana on a level people here haven't experienced in twenty years. The family and I enjoyed playing in the snow that kept falling through the day yesterday (nearly 12" total). Today we will hunker down in the house while the temperatures plummet to levels we haven't seen since we left Minnesota (possibly -21 F by tomorrow morning). As we experience the luxuries of a warm home on a frigid day, I can't help but think of the friends for whom days like this are a matter of life and death.
Saturday I spent part of the afternoon with a friend visiting those living in the allies and in tent cities around downtown Indianapolis. We brought extra blankets with us to give them something more to bundle up in during the coldest of days. We talked with people and encouraged them to find shelter in one of the emergency shelters the city had set up. In the end, though, we knew we would eventually return to our homes with no idea what would happen to them during these days.
Occasions like this are times when phrases like "all we can do is pray" hit home for me. As much as I want to serve and help others, there are limits to what I am capable of doing. This is when I have to place my friends in the hands of God and trust that He will watch over them. Our resources are finite, but God's resources are infinite. So, as I go about my routine today, I will be in a constant mode of prayer for those who are in God's hands today and hope for happy reunions and stories of survival when we are reunited on the other side of this weather event.
Saturday I spent part of the afternoon with a friend visiting those living in the allies and in tent cities around downtown Indianapolis. We brought extra blankets with us to give them something more to bundle up in during the coldest of days. We talked with people and encouraged them to find shelter in one of the emergency shelters the city had set up. In the end, though, we knew we would eventually return to our homes with no idea what would happen to them during these days.
Occasions like this are times when phrases like "all we can do is pray" hit home for me. As much as I want to serve and help others, there are limits to what I am capable of doing. This is when I have to place my friends in the hands of God and trust that He will watch over them. Our resources are finite, but God's resources are infinite. So, as I go about my routine today, I will be in a constant mode of prayer for those who are in God's hands today and hope for happy reunions and stories of survival when we are reunited on the other side of this weather event.
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