Mark Driscoll, Mars Hill, Church Discipline, and Wait. Grace is Missing.

Admittedly, I don’t know a whole lot about Mark Driscoll. I’m a little familiar with Mars Hill church. I know people that I’ve met face-to-face who have attended Mars Hill and confirm that there is, indeed, reason to heed the warnings in the stories of people who have been scorned by this church.

The issue at hand is the disciplinary contract handed down for a church member to sign. A man who sinned (and which one of us hasn’t?) and who repented.  But in this church culture pastored and led by Driscoll, the man was issued a contract and when he prayed and thought it over and decided it might not be a good thing to sign, the church furthered their “discipline” by posting a letter instructing other members to stay far, far away from this man.

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I was once a woman under “church discipline” and it’s hard for me, at this point, to say I’ve fully recovered.  Enough time has went by, I’ve analyzed it ad nauseam, I’ve gleaned lessons, and moved forward. Or so I thought.

Until I read something like this and all the pain bubbles back up.

Don’t misunderstand. I’m not sitting here in a ball rocking back and forth and drooling.  It’s just that when I hear about things like this I hurt for the other soul that is being split apart over this ridiculous behavior being touted as “Biblical.”

Yes, I understand that sin has to be addressed, I understand that fully.  Who, though, is addressing Mark Driscoll’s sin?  How about the sin of his leaders?

And did they not read the passages that came before their outline for Biblical discipline?

Where is the grace? The forgiveness?

The love?

I’ve been in the place of this man, though I felt a little more like Job. I hadn’t sinned and ashes and coals were being heaped on my head.  Maybe I felt more like Joseph, accused of wrongdoing and imprisoned and forgotten.  What I know is the Senior Pastor of the church I called home set out to take me down in a very witch-hunt-like way.  The meetings. Oh the meetings.  Everyone got to speak and throw accusations and look down upon me and judge me. I was an unbiblical wife. I was a heretic.  I needed to keep my mouth shut and learn in silence. I should quit writing because God doesn’t call women to write.  And two notebook pages full of garbage like this. They told me I couldn’t serve in their church any longer in any capacity. They banged their hands on tables and shouted when my husband told them we weren’t going to respond to their accusations, that we were going to go home and filter everything through the Word of God and through prayer and we’d respond at a later date, after much prayer.

And I knew we didn’t belong there.  In my heart, in my spirit, I knew these people were wrong.  My husband knew, too.  We left. They called us back to schedule more meetings, we declined. They told us we had to respond to their accusations and called almost weekly. And the emails. And more phone calls. And Lord only knows what was said through the gossip train known as the prayer chain.

Months went by and calls were still coming in.  Would we come in front of the congregation to tell them how the pastor had lied? (no. I don’t want any part of taking a pastor down. He’s your pastor, you deal with him. He, along with you, are why we left.)

Then a few months later another call. Would I come back to teach the leadership team how to lead.

Really. This happened.

I learned big time lessons from what I had to endure.

Repeatedly, I heard from my (former) pastor that Satan’s plot in the conflict was confusion. He said it was ironic that just about the time God was going to do an “explosive work” at that church, conflict occurs. He said the devil wanted to make a turn in the road. The (former) pastor told me all about Satan and what Satan wanted and how Satan worked. I never once heard from him about how God was working. I find that disturbing and sad. 

He also said, “This [situation,] given proper patience, prayer, and submission, will become a blemish in history not a turn in the road the devil wants to make it.”

Satan deserves no glory. There is One and only One who deserves recognition. The Lord my God.

I trusted someone else’s direction for my life (the pastor’s) instead of trusting Christ. God was trying to show me that I didn’t belong in the position the pastor appointed me. I thought Satan was trying to discourage me from being involved in women’s ministry at that church because Satan doesn’t like ministry. Sounds logical enough. It did at the time, anyway. I’ve learned that God was trying to get my attention by not furthering the ministry. I couldn’t hear Him, though, because I was too busy focusing on what the pastor was saying and by giving Satan glory.

I allowed myself to be deceived into believing that people who go to church know what God wants. I thought God must want me in women’s ministry if His shepherd put me there. This one hurts the most. I blame no one except for myself. The pastor appointed me Director of Women’s Ministry and I grabbed the job and ran with all my might. That is not what God had for me. And instead of asking Him, I just assumed that His shepherd knew what He was doing. Oh how foolish of me!!

I thought that God’s people should approve of God’s call on my life. Now this was just stupid of me to believe. I look back and think that if I’d only have paid attention to (for example) the story of Moses, I’d see that God’s people don’t always know or approve of what God wants.

I thought others should understand what God was asking of me and I thought it was my job to make them understand. Again, stupid. See Moses again.

I’m still learning from this conflict. I questioned God when it first started, but now I’m finding joy in the trial. I’d rather focus on the fact that God is testing my faith to discover what is in my heart and to increase the measure of faith He gave me, to give me endurance so that His work might be complete in me.

I pray that anyone and everyone who has been hurt by a pastor or a church will take the focus off the people and put it all on God. He will redeem you.

 

 

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Chronological {in order} Week 4

Giving away a copy of the Common English Bible. Don’t forget to comment to be entered!!

 

Yep. I missed posting last week.  But I didn’t skip reading.  Today was day 23 for me…and y’know, the experts say it takes 21 days to form a habit, so hopefully I can carry on with this new-again habit.

So far, I’ve only run across one thing in my reading of the Common English Bible that has given me pause.  It was today, actually, in Genesis and the telling of Jacob wrestling with God.

Chapter 32: 22 Jacob got up during the night, took his two wives, his two women servants, and his eleven sons, and crossed the Jabbok River’s shallow water. 23 He took them and everything that belonged to him, and he helped them cross the river. 24 But Jacob stayed apart by himself, and a man wrestled with him until dawn broke. 25 When the man saw that he couldn’t defeat Jacob, he grabbed Jacob’s thigh and tore a muscle in Jacob’s thigh as he wrestled with him. 26 The man said, “Let me go because the dawn is breaking.”

But Jacob said, “I won’t let you go until you bless me.”

27 He said to Jacob, “What’s your name?” and he said, “Jacob.” 28 Then he said, “Your name won’t be Jacob any longer, but Israel, because you struggled with God and with men and won.”

29 Jacob also asked and said, “Tell me your name.”

But he said, “Why do you ask for my name?” and he blessed Jacob there. 30 Jacob named the place Peniel, “because I’ve seen God face-to-face, and my life has been saved.” 31 The sun rose as Jacob passed Penuel, limping because of his thigh. 32Therefore, Israelites don’t eat the tendon attached to the thigh muscle to this day, because he grabbed Jacob’s thigh muscle at the tendon. (emphasis mine)

 

I stopped reading and had to re-read (and this is the first time I’ve had to do that in this version) because it said Jacob wrestled with a man. And it kept saying man and almost across the board this passage usually says something about an Angel of God.  But in verse 30 Jacob says he has seen God face-to-face, so all’s well.  It just gave me a little jolt to see the passage written this way.

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Comment and tell me your preferred version of the Bible. I’ll pick a random reader (one per week) and the people behind the CEB will send you one.  If you’ve never had a Bible and would  like to start with this one, let me know in the comments and you’ll automatically be the chosen one :)

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Homemade Bouillon Cubes

 

My recipe for MSG-Free, additive/preservative-free, nothing but goodness, organic homemade bouillon cubes (beef, pork, turkey, or chicken) is up!

Click here.

Enjoy!!

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Truck Driving Dream

A dream I had last night:

Phil and I were doing something in the house, I can’t remember what. We headed outside to look at (or watch) something, some event. There were quite a few people gathered outside forming a crowd…seems like it was on a farm because there was a lot of land, a barn off in the distance and barbed wire fences.  It was raining. There was a semi in the driveway and I knew if I got up in it, I’d be able to see above the crowd. I climbed in and the scent was familiar, very familiar. It was the scent of my mom’s clothes, but I knew that wasn’t possible. The window was down, I was in the driver’s seat looking out to the crowd and I still couldn’t see too well. The scent in the truck was real. It was my mom.

I turned to see if she was in the sleeper and I saw a  green,  heavy canvas duffel bag  with the E, J, & E Logo on it. The railroad my mom worked at and retired (twice!) from. I was certain, then, that I was not insane and my mom was truly occupying this semi.

I called out the window to Phil and told him what was inside. He climbed up and looked at the bag and was as surpri

sed as I had been. He got out of the truck and I sat there for a few minutes wondering where my mom was if she wasn’t in the truck.  I stared at the bag trying to recall when she’d got it. “The J,” as everyone called it,  gave stuff like that as safety awards and mom was always coming home with something.

Mom saw I was in the driver’s seat so she went around to other side and got in. I had this conversation with her, “You’re driving a truck?!” and she was so excited that she got to travel and see the United States. She asked if I realized what company she was driving for and I hadn’t, so I looked out my door and saw the Prime, Inc logo on the door of the yellow truck. “You have a  yellow truck just like the one we had?!”  She shook her head yes.

“So do you like driving?”  She did.

“Isn’t it hard for you? You’re not good at directions.”  She said that with GPS, she could go anywhere without getting lost.  Good point, mom.

I started giving her tips about truck driving, she was asking questions, I was answering. Telling her stories of when Phil and I were on the road together. She mentioned us going over the road again and I talked about Zane still being in school, but we did enjoy it (for the most part) when we were driving together.

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And that was it. Weird.  Logos. Colors. Past employment. My mom, who has been gone 19 months now.

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Bloody Baby on the Football Field

A super-weird dream that I had last night…

Phil and I went as the married couple that we are to a singles party hosted by a friend. We were friends with nearly all of the singles at the party, so we weren’t out of place or looking for anything weird.  We’d had a previous engagement, so by the time we showed up, the party was almost over. The host (a man, we knew him in the dream, but I don’t recognize him from waking life) showed us to the kitchen and handed us plates and told us, “Eat!! There’s plenty!”

I immediately when to the Krakus ham rolls. (YUM) and raw veggies. I added a few plain potato chips to my plate. As I took in the buffet covering all of our friend’s counter space, I noticed a weird food sculpture at the end.  It was a bird made out of cold cuts.  Layers of bologna and salami formed this bird. I tried to take a slice of salami and the bird’s head fell off.  I grabbed a platter and laid the bird on it and took it to our friend and apologized for killing it. He laughed and joked that no one else even touched it and it was meant to be ate!

We sat down to eat and our friend started telling us about the football game he DVR’d. He and a bunch of the singles had attended the game and an incident occurred.  He explained that the girl involved in this situation was a former friend of mine (and in waking life, she indeed is a former friend.) He turns on his huge flat screen and starts the football game already cued to the start of the “incident.”

My former friend was laughing and joking and having a good time walking down the stands to the seats in the bleacher. She’s wearing a newborn in a sling and you can hardly tell the baby is there because she also has on a winter coat.  A security guard taps her shoulder from behind, she turns, he says, “For security purposes, you must check your coat.”  She begins to argue and she becomes irate and the furious within moments. She throws her coat at him then RUNS down the bleacher stairs towards the field.  The game has not started, but there are random team members, press, coaches, etc… on the field and she blasts through them all. The security guard is close behind her and is ready to reach out to catch her when she turns to him, still running, taking her baby out of the sling as if to say, “You cannot tackle me because I have this baby,” but the baby is now bloody, like it was just born moments before. She’s holding it like a football and she trips, falls, but she doesn’t land on the baby. She holds it up in the air, like a football player.  Now there are a handful of security guards surrounding her. One takes the baby and wraps it in his jacket. The others hold her down, handcuff her. The front of her is bloody. She’s laughing at the camera man and looks insane.

Phil and I watch this and our friend stops it, saying to us, “Can you believe it?”

and that was the end of the dream. I have to interpret this one. It’s sooooo full of meaning, I think.

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#Lose500 {week 2/52}

Last week, you guys decided my haul-away was 25lbs.  That makes me soooo happy!

475lbs to go in 2012!

I have to admit, 500lbs was daunting when I first decided to join this challenge, but as I rummage through the junk I’m finding it rather easy.  Throughout the week I’m placing things in piles knowing that on Wednesday morning, I’m going to take a picture of it all before it goes out the door.

This morning, as I was gathering the piles, I found myself thinking:  What else can I get rid of.  What an amazing thought.

This week’s haul-away consists of a regular sized trash bag full of paper clutter, a lamp, an empty box, a blanket/tablerunner Christmas set for donation, and two big blankets for a local Humane Society.

 

Because we don’t own a scale, you have to help me decide how much to log on the Lose 500lb of clutter journey!
How much does this stuff weigh?

#Lose500

You can see all of my #Lose500 posts here.

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Chronological {in order} Week 2

I’ve already discovered why I will love reading the Chronological Bible reading plan.  A couple days into reading and I’m already in the book of Job. I think I get bogged down reading the same thing in the same order all the time and this mix up has done wonders for my mind.

And how do I like the Common English Bible so far?  It’s really not noticeable–which is a good thing!! When I start reading, I read straight through without having to re-read sentences or words, which means I don’t get distracted and I read and retain better.
If you’d like to try the Common English Bible, we’re giving away one a week in January.

Comment and tell me your preferred version of the Bible. I’ll pick a random reader (one per week) and the people behind the CEB will send you one.  If you’ve never had a Bible and would  like to start with this one, let me know in the comments and you’ll automatically be the chosen one :)

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Pickling Spice Recipe

No additives. No preservatives. No MSG.   Nothing but real food and goodness.

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I’ve tweaked this recipe to my version of perfection!

Pickling Spice

2 cinnamon sticks (crushed)

5 bay leaves

6 tablespoons mustard seed

2 teaspoons whole black peppercorn

1 teaspoon allspice

1 teaspoon whole cloves

1 teaspoon mace

1 teaspoon dill seed

1 teaspoon ground ginger

6 teaspoons corriander seed

3 teaspoons red pepper flakes

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So Begins {what I consider} The Hard Stuff

Some would say, “It has been brought to my attention…”

Me, though? I’d say I was called out.

This is where most of the problem begins, I think.   I’m pretty rough around the edges. Blunt. Bold. And what other people do or say rarely affects me.   Unless the person is in my inner circle or someone I admire and trust and respect. If you’re one of those people in my life, you know it takes a lot for me to respect and admire anyone. My general opinion is we’re all human, we’re all faulty, I’m not star-struck, I don’t collect autographs, we put our pants on one leg at a time…you get it.  But if you’re my husband and you tell me that I might have dropped the f-bomb one too many times in dealing with that person or if you’re my pastor and you ask that I be more responsible with what I post about on social media outlets and if you’re my son and you’re tickled that mom got in trouble

then I listen

But I also get a rock in my stomach because I struggle with the idea of legalism.  Shhhhh. Let me finish.

IMG_3900When you’re hurt deeply by people who hold you back, tell you what you can or cannot be, belittle your dreams, shut down your emotions, you don’t take kindly to authority of any kind.  And I know (know.know.know.) that my husband, son, and pastor are not out to hurt me, even unintentionally. I know this.

But knowing doesn’t stop the coping mechanism inside from bubbling to the surface and threatening to explode. Knowing does.not.stop.it.

There was an atheist residing in the mind, this body that rejected God in every way fathomable.  And the God Who Sees knelt down to her and promised His forearms would wrap around her and protect her.  I did not believe Him. I pushed Him over and (with much bad attitude) told Him all the reasons I couldn’t possibly believe.  Until one day, I can’t even name the day, but one day I believed what He said.

No sordid history on the men of my childhood and early adulthood who destroyed me.  I’m not going there, it’s ugly.  When I met Phil, I was certain there wasn’t a man on the planet that could be trusted. I pushed Phil around (uhm, figuratively and literally. once. in a Noah-sized flood) and emotionally shut him down. And I danced around trusting him for so long.  But then I did trust him. And I do trust him.

And a pastor, two, three. more. All of them.  Yes, all of the pastors I’ve encountered have devastated me. From telling me I’m going to hell for asking questions, to telling me I’d be an adultress forever, to lying very publicly about me and spreading vicious rumors–I have been trampled, my faith has been drug through the mud, by men of the cloth.  Except one pastor, who wasn’t my pastor, he was teaching leadership workshops when Phil and I met him.  He gave excellent advice and we could tell he truly lived out his faith. Now, years later, we attend the church he shepherds.

(do you see the pattern yet?)

(I had to come here to write this to begin to understand this.)

I see that first God restored my relationship with Him, He drew me close, even though I fought it.  I see that He gave me a husband I could trust, one who always loves and sacrifices for me. Then a son, a “little Holy Spirit” to put me in my place when I need it, and to comfort me when I can’t be consoled.  Now a pastor I can trust. (and I haven’t hit on the girl issues at all in this post.)

And recently…they’ve all brought the same basic issue up to me.

(in my own interpretation: I have a foul mouth and I run it without shame)

None of them said anything like this at all, they have all been very gentle with me. But when I swish it around the blender brain of mine…it boils down to choice of language, and my mind chooses this interpretation.

My first instinct is to shut them out.  Because I don’t need to change who I am or what I do or what I say or how I say it.

but that’s not true, is it?

As a child of God, a wife, a mother, a leader in our church…I do need to (first) be aware and (second) change if needed.

There are just some changes I am not good at.

So begins the hard stuff.

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#Lose500 {week 1/52}

My new friend who found me in a blizzard in Harrisburg, PA and loves me because I was a truck driver and drove her safely home and we’re both Polacks and well…we bonded…she’s doing this Lose 500lbs of clutter challenge. What I’m wondering is where was she at the beginning of 2011 when I didn’t know we’d have to pack up and move in less than a month into a small house with no practical storage space??

Then I wonder, if I do this challenge, if I take into consideration how God works, if I complete the task, what will 2013 look like?  Because I can’t just do something without thinking of cause and effect.  But then God, he’s sneaky and knows I do this so He doesn’t release too much information to me at once.  I’d die of over-analyzation. I’m sure of it.

Then there’s the fact that I don’t own a scale.

 

So.

I have to get rid of somewhere around 10lbs of clutter a week.  I’ll post pictures and you get to tell me how much you think the crap clutter weighs.

I did a quick sweep through the house this morning and the picture is below.

To preserve honor and integrity and in the spirit of full disclosure, that trash bag pictured came from my art room and weighs next to nothing. It’s full of the plastic wrap that comes around the huge canvases I’ve been painting on. To balance that, though, the green bag is three-quarters of the way full of magazines, which turns out, are pretty heavy.

I rummaged through my closet and on a whim pulled down stuff that doesn’t fit right (even though I love this stuff and have clung to it for years. I’m getting rid of it. Hopefully I won’t regret this major challenge!!

And yes, there’s stuffing from the dog’s Christmas presents. I swear, I vacuumed that floor yesterday.

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How many pounds am I losing this week?

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