Mar 102017
 

I just got home from seeing Logan. As in, came home, at lunch, and sat down to type this. There are a lot of reviews that talk about why great Logan is so good. Feel free to read them. I just want to tell you how good it is.

It was amazing.

And when I say “amazing,” I mean it in the true sense of the word. It’s not amazing like the other Marvel movies, which are amazing because of the special effects, or because Iron Man is cute and funny. No, this one was amazing because of how emotionally powerful it was. This film packed such a wonderful emotional wallop that it left my whole family drained. I’m serious. None of us could get up when it was over. We had to sit and take some time to let it all sink. We couldn’t even speak until we got to the parking lot. It was amazing because I’m amazed that I could care so much about these characters, be so moved by this story, and feel so deeply throughout the course of the film.

Logan is not always easy to watch. It is gory, it is profane, and it shows heroes doing some awful things. But there is a beauty and a truth to this film that makes it deeper than any Marvel film yet. This is much more than a superhero movie. Films that are this moving don’t come around very often. Don’t skip it.

Big Game Challenge: Beat Hunger! And New England!

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Feb 012017
 

You might know this already, but there’s a football game coming up on Sunday, and it’s a BIG one. It’s the Super Bowl, and our Atlanta Falcons are in it! Yay! They are playing the New England Patriots, and in the spirit of Christian love and the big game, Lutherans in my area are challenging the good folks in New England to a contest over something far more important than football: hunger.  That’s right, we’re in a contest with them to end hunger, and I don’t care if you’re Lutheran, atheist, football fan or you only watch the commercials. In this contest, everyone wins, because we’re feeding people…though I must admit I would like to raise more money than them.

Here’s what you do: follow this link to “Team Atlanta” and donate. That’s it. There’s a fun video on the Team Atlanta page and more information if you want it, but the big thing is to get on there and donate. Let’s help end hunger and beat New England!

 

Call

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Jan 052017
 

People often ask about how pastors become pastors.  The answer is that we receive a call from God. The next question, of course, is “How does that work?” I’ve been asked that more times than I can count, but I have never felt like I’ve given a satisfactory answer. I’ve told my call story, and that seems to satisfy people at the time, but I’ve never been able to convey to anyone what it was actually like.

Fortunately, Disney has done it for me.

I’m not usually a fan of Disney movies, but Moana is an exception, and that’s because it is exceptional. It’s a very good movie, and without a doubt my favorite Disney movie (the new Star Wars movies do not count). Part of why I love Moana is that it is very much about call. Moana has a call, and her call reminds me very much of my own. Watch this clip, because it explains call better than anything I could ever say or write.

Take a look at these lyrics:

I’ve been standing at the edge of the water
‘Long as I can remember, never really knowing why
I wish I could be the perfect daughter
But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try

Every turn I take, every trail I track
Every path I make, every road leads back
To the place I know, where I can not go
Though I long to be

See the line where the sky meets the sea it calls me
And no one knows, how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know, if I go there’s just no telling how far I’ll go

That’s exactly what it’s like to receive a call from God. You just keep hearing it, over and over, and it’s a voice you can’t ignore. You just can’t. That’s what the ocean does to Moana, and that was what God did to me. I just kept hearing God calling, over and over, and I just had to go be a pastor. I just had to. That’s how call works.

Now if you haven’t already, go see Moana. You’ll be glad you did.

 

Take a Hike

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Jun 222016
 

This weekend my sister texted me a picture of her wrist. It was broken, and pretty gross. Not “bones sticking out of the skin” gross, but still not something I’m going to post here on this family-friendly blog. She was doing a really long trail race in the wilderness, longer than a marathon, and fell. It was four miles to the next exit point, which probably sounds like a long way if you haven’t spent much  time in the wilderness. I do spend some time in the wilderness, and it didn’t sound crazy to me at all. When I took a stick to the eye during a wilderness hunt in Colorado, it took almost a whole day to get to the nearest urgent care. When my wife did a hike on the Appalachian Trail and had to end it early because temperatures had dropped to thirty six with winds of thirty miles per hour in May, it took her half a day to get off the mountain. If these numbers seem crazy to you, and dangerous, there’s a good reason why.

Me on top of Grandfather Mountain, NC. No, I didn't drive. We hiked up.

Me on top of Grandfather Mountain, NC. No, I didn’t drive, we hiked up.

I grew up in the era of nature as spectacle. We watched it on TV and marveled at the majesty of tall mountains and graceful animals. It was all so pretty, so wonderful, and it was all over TV. We glorified nature and made it into something magical, and people came to think of it like they think of Disney World: happy and pretty and fun. We were shocked when mountain climbers died, or people were killed by animals, because it didn’t fit with what we saw on TV or in zoos. It just didn’t make sense.  How could that happen?  But as I think about these wilderness incidents, and the death of that poor toddler in Florida, I’ve come to realize that we’ve forgotten something important. Here it is:

Nature may be pretty, but it’s also trying to kill you.

Perhaps this makes you never want to go out in nature again. Or perhaps you see me, and others like me who enjoy the wilderness, as daredevils who eschew caution and take needless chances. That is not me. I’m a chicken. I don’t take chances in the wilderness. I play it very, very safe. But I still go, and I will keep going until I can’t anymore, because there is a profound truth waiting in the power and ferocity of nature.

Out there, the world does not rest on my shoulders. Out there, it’s not all up to me. Out there, I’m small, a bug that is easily squished. So why go?

Because being small makes me free.

This is the complete opposite message of our culture, which tell us that if we can just get what we want, we’ll be happy. That contentment comes from exerting our will on others. Like the Disneying of nature, that is a lie. I do not feel free when I have control. All I feel when I’m in control is pressure. Instead, I find freedom in letting go of control,  and there’s no better way to do that than to get out there in the wilderness. That’s why I go: to be part of something bigger than myself, to remind myself how small I am, so that I can be free.

So the next time you feel pressure, like life is a bigger burden than you can carry, try the mountains. Literally take a hike. Get out there. Just be smart about it, because there’s no point in going if you don’t come back.