Thursday, March 1, 2012

Wheezing on the Sidelines

For four weeks I have been laid aside with the perfect storm of virus and infection that has given me an asthmatic-type condition. For two weeks I gasped and wheezed while waiting for the antibiotic and prednisone to take effect. They never did. Finally a nebulizer brought back the ability breathe with comfort again, and to sleep at night. It’s been over a month of lying low, but it hasn’t been devoid of deep moments and profound gratitude.

Somewhere out of the fog  a crystal-clear memory smacked me from forty-plus years ago.  It was the memory of the last time I felt unable to breathe. My college team was  competing in a big Track and Field invitational in Claremont, California. It was May of 1970 in that smog-shrouded suburb just East of Los Angeles.  The pollution was so dense on that hot afternoon that the runners on the other side of the track were colorless and indistinct in the haze.  I was running the 3000 meter steeplechase in which I had been leading until the home stretch.  Then everything went foggy, my legs went limp and somebody turned off the oxygen.  I hit and fell over the next to last barrier.  Staggering  in slow motion for the next eighty yards I literally crawled over the final barrier.  I was out on  my feet, resembling one of  those aphid-like specters crawling to the finish of the Ironman triathlon.  The combination of heat and smog had put me in severe oxygen debt.  Falling across the line after three runners had passed me in my semi-comatose state, I could barely gasp enough air to stay conscious.

My coach, not known for his bedside manner, probed me with his toe and a couple of questions, and left me to my own devices.  For over an hour I could not get off the ground.  Looking back, it was a lot more serious than I thought at the time.  Some water, some shade, and a long time later I was able to move. In the meantime my chest ached, as it would for several days afterwards.

While I was helpless, however, I observed our coach cruising around looking for four guys to run the mile relay. It was the last event and if we could score any points at all we could win the meet.  Everyone was exhausted, but I remember my admiration for the decathlete who had run four events, the long-jumper and sprinter for whom a quarter mile was a gut-buster, the middle distance guy who had doubled already, and the lone quarter miler who would anchor this ragtag team.  I so wanted to contribute, but knew I was helpless to do so.  The vision of those guys stepping up and carrying the team is one of my sweetest memories of competition.

I feel  that way today. I want to run a different kind of race, but I am temporarily unable to function in my normal capacity. But, I see other men keeping the pace, stepping up, and carrying the baton.  Leary, Art, Brent, Dave, Paul, Terry, Ron, John, Dean, Peter, Gary, and a dozen others run on.  While I wheeze my way back to health it is not lost on me that the call of the gospel, the building up of the body of Christ, and the courageous advance of ministry is not mine alone.  I so love and admire the men I’m teamed with. I am proud of your devotion, all the more when I am sedentary and you are pressing on.  David was humbled by his mighty men. I am humbled and grateful for each of you.  When I breathe, and run, and carry my leg of the relay again, it will be with a fresh reverence for the ongoing faithfulness of the men I run with.

Thursday, October 20, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 16

Grace and mercy work in harmony, but they are not identical.  Grace addresses and removes our guilt before a holy God.  Mercy addresses our misery and suffering, evoked from a loving Father who cares.  There may be some subtle theological nuances that are slighted by these definitions, but these distinctions give us some practical footholds.  Mercy is that welling up of compassionate concern, that urge to reach out, to fix something broken, to bandage a wound.  We learn mercy from our Father, and from His Son, who unquenchably move toward our miseries.  The Father never practiced kingship from a regal distance, but as creator and sustainer chose to involve himself in real, scabby, infected, miserable history.  The Son became acquainted with the immeasurable grief and multitudinous diseases of real people.  He touched, He wept, and He healed.  All because of mercy; that spontaneous, reaching, touching, and remedial love.  It’s love that doesn’t stay inside, but displays its heart for the wounded, the oppressed, and even the foolish.  Our misery evokes His mercy.  How close and connected is our Savior!  How poignant and personal is His mercy.  And now mercy like His is to echo into our time and space through us, his disciples.  Do I allow the miseries I see, however inherited and deserved, to evoke true mercy as a first response from my heart?

Thursday, October 13, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 15

It was a dark, blustery and slushy night as I trudged toward the entrance of the supermarket.  After a late meeting I was stopping to pick up a few items my wife had requested.  Suddenly a man flew out of the shadows, bursting past me in a full sprint.  Just as he went by my shoulder, a woman screamed: “He’s got my purse!”   My reflex bypassed my rational mind and the next thing I knew I was into my Roy-Rogers-to-the-Rescue chase of the bad guy.  We ran around the corner, and I swear I was gaining on him, but it did cross my mind: “What do I do if I actually catch him.”  A yell escaped from my heaving lungs: “Drop it!”  The purse flew over his shoulder and skidded up to the curb of a darkened gas pump. I stopped to pick it up, but not before shouting in my biggest voice what would happen to this miscreant should he ever attempt this crime again.  The purse was returned to its grateful owner.  Milk and eggs were bought for breakfast.  A tiny but concrete bit of justice was applied to a sick planet.  How I wish justice was always that simple to spot, or that quick to administer.  But often it is not.  Usually the need for justice lies under the murky sludge of economic systems, hidden legal trip wires, and slippery semantics.  Getting justice is normally a long slog of inglorious, expensive sacrifice.  Sometimes we ourselves are the victims, left feeling powerless to respond to unfairness and injustice.  It has always been so.  That is why God requires his men to “act justly,” as a consistent character trait; to overcome evil with good.  Am I—are you—ready to meet this challenge in this time of history?

Friday, July 15, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 14

George Jenkins, Sampson Davi,s and Rameck Hunt call themselves “The Three Doctors.”  They are all products of broken homes from Newark’s inner city.  Their fathers were mostly absent.  Their trajectory could have easily been predicted by any sociologist or social worker, except for one remarkable pledge.  As high school seniors they made a pact with each other to go to college and then on to medical school.  Each accomplished his mission, but something still ate at their souls.  They missed their dads.  They were hurt by their dads’ absence and wounded by some of their actions in the past.  But instead of seething in bitterness or burying painful memories, each of these young African Americans decided as a son to bridge the gap with their fathers.  Though the results were less than perfect, as they document in their book The Bond, the effort has reverberated with the promise God gave to all children who honor their parents:  “...that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” (Ephesians 6:3)  Even stumbling upon this life-giving truth—perhaps not even realizing it was from the Bible-- transformed the lives of these young men.  How much more would be the impact of deliberately choosing to honor one’s parents in conscious obedience of the fifth commandment.  Long life, vitality, and safe habitation are the powerful incentives that induce this honor toward parents.  We ignore it to our peril, but we can practice it for our blessing! Roger




Thursday, June 30, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 13

I bow the knee to the Geek Squad. They flipped my switch from “no” to “go.” They rescued the hopeless and gave new life! After many unsanctified frustrations and fulminations with my new desktop computer that was not linking with the internet, talking to my laptop, or printing, I made the call. A very few minutes after arriving a respectful, be-speckled twenty-something had me up and running. He never broke a sweat, and gave no hint of condescension for my lack of computer savvy. The transformation in both my computer and my attitude was nearly miraculous. It was money well spent (ask my wife). This was yet another teachable moment for problem-solving, self-sufficient, I-can-figure-this-out me. How many times have I expended prodigious but hapless energy trying to figure it out, measure up, get it done, or make it work? Then, in utter frustration and defeat I ask someone with expertise for help, and they make the impossible look like child’s play. Lesson learned. Again. Humility really is a grace that gives in all directions, both to the humble who ask, and to the strong who help. Everyone wins and the humble learn. It’s the difference between night and day.
Roger

Thursday, June 23, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 12

“A tool’s got to work where the work’s being done!” This was my Dad’s proclamation when I questioned him about drawing a line the length of a sheet of plywood using his Parker ballpoint pen. He had just a few minutes’ time between the office and dinner to work on the trailer he was building. Rolling up his sleeves and taking off his tie, he then grabbed for the only marking tool he could find; his pen. From one perspective this would seem an unwise deployment of this particular implement. Technically, it was designed for use on paper, in the office, not for the dusty environment of the garage and the rigors of carpentry. However, from another angle, because the need was urgent, and nothing else was available, the pen could serve the purpose. Surprisingly, it worked, and the scene was repeated many times! This calls to mind how often I have questioned the Father’s deployment of me in a similar situation.  Lord, why don’t you wait until you have a better tool? Can’t you send someone with more wisdom, training or time? What am I doing here when I feel so outgunned and overwhelmed by the challenge? Why don’t we wait until we are ready, all the proper tools are gathered, and all the conditions are right before we tackle this problem. But, time after time He seems to be saying: “You are here, and I need you now: work where the work’s being done. And, surprisingly, under that pressing urgency, a capacity and endurance is discovered that I never knew existed. He can use His tools wherever, and whenever, they are needed! The question is: am I willing to be deployed according to His purposes, not just my preconceptions?
Roger


Thursday, June 2, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 11

Pondering God’s forgiveness got me thinking about tankless water heaters. Hang with me on this. Tankless water heaters offer instant, on-demand hot water where and when it is needed.  As appliances they are marvels of efficiency.  Many believers, I fear, think God’s gracious forgiveness works the same way: it’s on-demand, and newly heated for each application. The problem this image creates is that we feel we are imposing on God’s patience and goodness when we confess our sin. We don’t want to bother him with yet another call for his grace, so we delay, waiting for a more legitimate use of his forgiving warmth. This causes us to try to manage our sin and call upon God’s grace only when we really, really need it. Instead, we ought to think of God’s forgiveness as a standing reservoir of pre-heated grace, purchased by Jesus Christ through his work on the cross, ready to flow into our lives. We call for this grace when we feel convicted of sin, not worrying that He is inconvenienced or surprised, or that some new work needs to be initiated. He has already stored up all the grace, forgiveness and restoration we will ever need, and graciously waits for us to agree with Him that it is needed here and now. 
Roger


Monday, May 23, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 10

“Attention management” is a way of prolonging a comfortable view of self and one’s world by deliberately making choices about where to direct your attention. This is not the same as the positive control of attention where I choose to polish the upcoming presentation for tomorrow’s board meeting instead of channel surfing until 1am. No, this kind of attention management is in cahoots with self-deception. It aids and abets the bias, or the self-concept, or the worldview I have acquired and that works for me by allowing only a narrow field of data into my consideration. Attention management screens out disturbing or upsetting realities so that I can pursue the course of my choosing without dissonance or contradiction. It’s not a love and quest for truth, but an infatuation with comfort. It is peace at any price. Stark, unvarnished truth might upset what I would like to believe. Better not to think too deeply about it, or consider its implications!
Roger

Friday, May 13, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 9

The website http://www.despair.com/ drips with cynicism and dark humor. It takes great words like “motivation,” “perseverance,” and “team” and projects them to their most Dilbert-like, distorted caricature. The “Mistakes” poster has this caption: “It could be that the purpose of your life is only to serve as a warning to others.” Tragically, that may be true of Old Testament miscreant Absalom. In many ways ignored, isolated and wounded by his father David, Absalom finally took his identity and legacy into his own hands. He decided his life really was about him, and him alone. He awarded himself a self-produced trophy, but it proved to be his gravestone. He proved Jesus’ words true: if you want to save your own life, you will lose it. It is only in giving it away that you find it. Poor Absalom! Offended, wounded, ignored, he then became vengeful, scheming and proud. His pillar of fame became his epitaph of futility. (2 Samuel 13-18)
Roger

Monday, May 9, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 8

Swing thoughts: A wide take-away. Pausing at the top. Keeping your head still. Hitting the sweet spot. Staying down on the ball.
Every golfer is both helped and bedeviled by hundreds of swing thoughts. The paradox is that the more you concentrate on each component of your swing the less likely you are to actually hit the ball! That’s why golf is so mental. Success in golf, we learn, is indirect. We practice the specifics over and over so that we can forget about them and just concentrate on hitting the ball. Life with God is somewhat like this. We want to go deeper, to be more effective, to improve our discipleship. But laboring at a detailed list of improvements does not yield the life and power we so desire. It is only when we look away from all these pieces and concentrate on the object of our desire that we experience the joy and freedom called new life. 

Roger


Friday, April 29, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 7

My wife and I once travelled to Vienna, Austria as the first of several stops in Europe. Upon arriving we were to find a person we had never met, and go with them to their home to have dinner and spend the night. Then, in the very early morning, they would take us back across the city to the airport so that we could resume our travels. We were jet-lagged when we arrived, had little energy for conversation, went to bed early, and dragged ourselves to breakfast and coffee that our hosts had lovingly prepared. They were marvelous, extra-mile hosts, angelically entertaining strangers with world class hospitality. We were sleepwalking, drowsy extra baggage they certainly could have chosen not to lift. Between us, however, was one word: a name.  We shared a common, dear friend named Wes. When we came using his name, doors opened. We mentioned his name and smiles broke out. We slept and ate because of his name. We were sent on our way in his name. Because we both knew and loved the same friend, our connection was sweet, effective, and mutually satisfying. Knowing the right person, with permission to use his name, is a powerful door-opener.
Roger





Friday, April 15, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 6

It’s amazing how fast our media centrifuge hurls today’s celebrities to the fringes of memory, leaving them almost forgotten. Cal Ripken, where are you? What ever happened to David Duval? Where did you go, Mikhail Gorbachev? Whither Alan Greenspan, Pete Roselle, or Tom DeLay? Heroes for a season, and then trivia forever. Notoriety is no guarantee of durability. So, what can we pursue today that will not atomize into dust tomorrow? We can invest in the name, the deeds, the glory and the authority of the One who never changes. We can legitimately boast in knowing and understanding the Master whose every attribute proves itself true and solid in every generation. That is a future that will not be marginalized by polls, or relegated to a trivial factoid.

Roger

Thursday, April 7, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 5

My dad taught me a helpful way to use my body and will to overcome the paralysis of fear. He would take me with him on his occasional preaching forays to the Rescue Mission. It was situated where you might expect: in a very scary, Skid Row part of town. The nearest parking place was usually a couple of blocks away, and the walk to the Mission meant passing lots of loitering, homeless, ragged men on a dark street. Dad would say: “Roger, we are going to walk together, swing our arms and look like we are going somewhere. No one will bother us, and we won’t have any trouble.” Whether his method actually affected any of those men, I’ll never know.  It did, however, fix an indelible picture in my mind about facing my fears: go straight in. Go with purpose. Go with someone else at your side, and don’t get distracted. This method doesn’t trick or ignore my emotions; it supersedes them to accomplish something greater. Swing your arms and walk in a straight line. Your fears will recede on the sidewalk as you arrive at the purpose for your day. 
Roger

Friday, April 1, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 4

Hanging drywall is a two-man job. It’s not just the weight of it. It’s just so clumsy, bulky, and cantankerous!  Too many operations need to happen with just two hands.  So when Steve offered to help me, not only with his strength, but with his expertise, I jumped at the opportunity. Some helper!  He made it look easy. He knew how to prepare, how to lift, how to make the joints fit, and how to get-‘er-done. I was instantly aware that trying to do this without his help was foolish and ridiculous. What little I had accomplished on my own had been excruciatingly difficult and poorly done. I needed help. I needed wisdom. I needed strength. I needed encouragement. What a metaphor for the great Helper Jesus promised to send us. What are you trying to do on your own? Do you know there is a helper available?







Friday, March 25, 2011

"Be the Man!" Week 3

Way back in the gauzy memory of my track career I was consumed with weight. My body fat index was zilch. I wore the lightest materials on my body. I wanted no extra water or food in my stomach. And, I especially wanted the lightest shoes. My event was the steeplechase, which includes a water jump on each lap. The first time I ran it I was startled at how much water was squishing in my shoes after each jump. So, I punched holes in my track spikes to eliminate those micro-ounces of unwanted weight. All of these details could appear obsessive or trifling if it were not for the goal. I wanted to run well toward the goal, and every ounce of extra weight would compromise my freedom to run. Shedding weight was no sacrifice because the finish line was worth it. Is this not the spiritual principle behind daily confession of sin, and regular worship of our Father? We shed encumbering weight and we re-focus on the race ahead.


Roger


Monday, March 14, 2011

"Be the Man!" week 2

The new healthcare law weighs in at 1100 pages. Who has read it? The U.S. Government regulations on the sale of cabbage entails 26,911words. Who wants to read it? The Lord’s prayer, in contrast, is 66 words. Millions have memorized it.  Which of these documents will change your life for the better? It isn’t the weight of the document, but the heft in the words that makes the difference.  Your Father has a few weighty words for your day today. His word will constantly refresh you about His character and His will. His Spirit will bring the just-right obedience to mind when it needs to be enacted.  Simply apply those few words, without deviating, and watch them guide you through the thickets of confusion. 
Roger

Thursday, March 3, 2011

"Be the Man!"

“Is it in you?” That’s the marketing hook for Gatorade. They depict nearly superhuman endurance and strength to those who pour their concoction into their thirsty bodies. It’s an add-in, to be added to the other products that are add-ons. But for the Christ-follower there is no need to go searching for strength and power to add in or to add on. It IS in you. It’s built in, and alive. It’s inexhaustible and ever-ready. It’s the Holy Spirit. Do you recognize how to unleash this Spirit of Christ in you today? Unsmother Him. Give Him the air of your open and clean heart. Fuel His fire with the truth of the Word. He will be ablaze within you!
Roger

I'm back!

Hey, friends,
I am planning to be a more frequent visitor and contributor to my own blog! I began it originally as a place to “park” some writing I was doing, and which still captures my heart. Hence, you will find some VERY long entries from the past. That writing project remains incomplete, but I want to get back to it one of these days. In the meantime, many of you are linking to this blog to retrieve the “Be The Man” devotional thoughts. I have received many words of appreciation about these—and that’s saying something, since they are sent exclusively to men! My intent with these paraphrases of scripture is to help you hear the one voice we all need to hear: the voice of our true Father. Every man wants to know what his Dad thinks of him. Through this blog you will still receive one per week, and you will be able to share it more easily with others. Thanks for any suggestions you can send to me. I hope to become a more responsive and proactive communicator through the use of this medium. Shalom!
Roger

Friday, February 25, 2011

Updates

Hey friends,
As you will notice, I'm working on making some updates to my blog and hope to officially "re-launch" soon. Check back soon!

Roger

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

HANDHOLD #2: Lead Climbing

Author, teacher, adventurer and mountain climber Tim Hansel was seated on a plane reading his New Testament when the woman next to him asked forthrightly: “Sir, are you a Christian?” His answer is memorable, and a lesson in itself: “Yes, Ma’am,” he replied, “right down to my toes. Right down the marrow of my bones.” (Holy Sweat p. 28) His open-faced declaration pulls back the curtain to display a holistic picture of Christian discipleship that is seldom seen by the casual or the merely curious. It portrays that following Jesus is not just static adherence to orthodoxy, or detached, cerebral assent. It is not merely Sunday activities, nor even strenuous moral conformity to a new value system. Being a disciple is a total commitment. It is a life given over, given up, given to an unceasing quest. This is Christianity embraced comprehensively, with no walled-off compartments, no reservations, no limits. It is head and heart, body and soul, theology and lifestyle all entwined. Yes, Ma’am!

The woman receiving this answer must have been surprised, perhaps even shocked. Her casual question might have garnered a mumbled affirmation, or a philosophical feint such as: “that depends on what you mean by ‘Christian.’” Refreshingly, Hansel was instantly all in, like he had been just waiting to pounce. But, besides the raw energy of this response, there is something else unusual about it. Popular culture is unaccustomed, or perhaps purposely deaf, when it occasionally hears what a Christian, an evangelical, is FOR. The culture, and the media, it is safe to say, seem to think that bible-believing, Christ-following disciples are defined by what they are against, not what they are for. High profile marches, referenda, petitions, and radio talk-shows clearly highlight the moral issues of our day, like abortion, homosexual rights, illegal immigration, curriculum wars, or a dozen other important, and controversial, concerns. Evangelicals, rightly or wrongly, fairly or unfairly, are often pasted with labels regarding their stance on these issues. And, quite naturally, evangelicals are most often painted with a broad brush, usually caricatured as angry, militant, oppositional, and against. The whole lot is unfortunately perceived by many as a bunch of religious contrarians, people who just love to throw their weight around while appealing to a higher power for unquestioned moral superiority. Jesus followers are dismissed as againsters, nay-sayers, and obscurantist grumblers with nothing better to do. So the popular culture largely believes.

But what if true Christ-followers became known for that they are FOR, not just for what they are against? What if, in fact, the watching culture began to see that disciples have many better things to do, many good things to be, and that this pervasive goodness is more—much more—than going to Sunday school or signing a petition: it is the very aroma of their Master wafting unobtrusively into the culture. This is the real deal, the “down to my toes” kind of radical goodness that our coach Peter wants to encourage. His is a positive, aerobic, and forward-leaning kind of spiritual life that does not idle away its horsepower in privatized mulling. This faith springs out; it walks into; it climbs higher; it permeates the unsuspecting world. It answers life’s questions with startling energy and intriguing commitment. So, we may be as startled as this airline passenger when Peter begins his list of life skills that are to be added to faith.

“Make every effort to add to your faith goodness.” (2 Peter 1:5)

Not strictness. Not against-ness. Not defensiveness. Not resistance, nor contrariness. Add goodness, right down to your toes. Peter is doing more than suggesting. He is inciting every believer to become more and more proficient in living out the goodness that God’s Spirit has put in us. “He has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature and escape the corruption in the world caused by evil desires” (2 Peter 1:4). Reading Peter’s thoughts in sequence, it is not a stretch to conclude that as we participate in what we are FOR, we will receive the power to escape and resist what we, and the Lord, are AGAINST. But, the movement Peter portrays is profoundly pro-active and positive. It is primarily, and seminally, FOR, and secondarily AGAINST. Exercising the Spirit’s endowments will rescue us from the world’s enticements and the old nature’s pitfalls. On a practical level, it will startle the person in the next seat, or next cubicle, or the next crisis, with an indomitable and pervasive goodness that the world seldom sees. Sadly, many believers do not perceive the influence of this handhold, this life skill that Peter wants to teach us.

I admit that when I first reflected on Peter’s list of life skills to add to faith, I felt this first one gave the whole challenge a weak start. It sounded wimpy and syrupy, like “be nice.” Be good; don’t cause problems; raise your hand before speaking; don’t rock the boat, say “excuse me” when you sneeze, mow your lawn, recycle, and be a good tipper. Be a good boy. Be a good girl. Be harmless, invisible and silent. My mental image of goodness made me cynically wonder: do we really need special revelation, with apostolic authority, to teach simple, third-grade citizenship?

My respect for Peter’s muscularity was restored when I began to look into the word he uses here. The word is Arete, a rich Greek word often translated “virtue.” It means moral excellence, and in a broader sense it describes anything that properly fulfills its function. The goodness Peter is encouraging is anything but an insipid niceness, or a Pollyanna goody-ness.

As we climb toward greater effectiveness and spiritual fruitfulness, our faith is to be supplemented with a noticeable movement outward, toward our world. It is to evidence itself in a lifestyle, and a personal demeanor, of goodness. This is no small thing. Think about how the word “good,” and “goodness” is used in the bible, and it becomes huge!

There are at least three ways to measure the size and majesty of this character trait. First of all, goodness is the size of God Himself. The table grace we said at every supper as I was growing up was: “O give thanks unto the Lord, for He is GOOD, and his mercy endures forever” (Psalm 106:1). God retains and exercises all of his attributes continuously and simultaneously. But, permeating God’s justice, his omnipotence, or His love, or even his wrath, is goodness. Every aspect of God is saturated with goodness. He is good. All the time. My faith in Him is to make me, in some small measure, like that pervasive goodness within my sphere of influence.

The second measure of goodness is this: it is the sum of all creation. When God culminated his works ad extra, revealing his majesty and glory for all the universe to exude, He chose a summary word. “It is good.” In fact, God said “It was very good.” (Genesis 1:31) God’s creation wasn’t like so many of my projects, where I cover my imperfections by intoning: “That’ll do for now. We’ll improve on it later, or fix it when it breaks again.” No, God looked at his entire universe, and chose a word which bespoke its moral, biological, purposeful, beautiful completeness: It was good. Every discrete, created entity was good in itself, and entire whole was very good collectively, because it fulfilled its design and function.

A third, more personal way to get perspective on this great word “goodness” happens when we realize that this is the word that undergirds God’s purposes for me—his purpose in redemption, and sanctification. The motivation for personal devotion, sacrifice, and daily worship is that it will “prove what God’s will is—his GOOD, pleasing and perfect will” (Romans 12:2). This word also describes the rewards of following Christ, and the personal satisfactions found in obedience: “Every GOOD, and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights…” (James 1:17).

Gaining the measure of this word caused me to be much more interested in its challenging implications, and its muscular applications. It is The Next Right Thing to add to what can easily become a silent, privatized faith that hunkers down in the ghetto-ized insulation of a merely cerebral belief system. Peter chose this word carefully, placing it strategically in his proposed skill set for the believer. It is obvious that he intends this goodness to be a motive of the cleansed heart, an influencer of our culture, and a legacy of the living body of Christ in the world. Faith outs itself in outward, influential, inexhaustible goodness in and toward the world.

The scale of this word is as big as life, and the example to follow is that of the Master. The goal is to fully function on earth as a representative of our good sovereign in heaven. The challenge is to display the transformed life of a totally new person to a watching and needy world.

By pondering the wealth of this word I become aware of the risks involved in such visible, magnanimous, and far-reaching goodness. This discipline of goodness is counter-culture. It is anti-flesh. Aspiring to this attribute will jolt us out of private reverie and into visible and vulnerable practice of our faith in the real world, with real people. Big talking—even big theologizing—will not substitute for goodness on the ground, in real time, in the real world.

This actual practice of goodness is like the feeling that rock climbers call “exposure.” It’s that gut-check of nerve and will when moves deemed strenuous and impressive in the gym require real skin on the line and raw courage two hundred feet from the ground. Talk and strategy are useless unless they are implemented in real time, under visible and palpable risk.

I well remember my introduction to real rock climbing. It began safely enough in the secure envelope of the classroom. Robin held class in a barn, instructing all of us in basic terms, knots, commands and procedures. He showed us how to belay each other from above, and demonstrated to each of us that a good belay could hold our weight in case we slipped. He inspired confidence. Armed with that knowledge, we hiked out to the “pit,” a sandstone arroyo with a variety of cliffs and boulders where we could apply our newfound expertise. I made my first climb on a forty-foot cliff, belayed from above by Robin, who was himself tied into the solid rock by anchor bolts. Every safety measure was in place. The climb was a purely athletic test. I never thought twice about falling, or danger. I concentrated on handholds and footholds. It was a piece of cake. I was ready for a real challenge: something higher, harder, and more demanding.

That challenge came a week later. Now we were high in the Sierra Nevada Mountains of northern California, and I, the neophyte climbing “leader” found myself half-way up a nearly vertical chute. The handholds were plentiful, the granite was sharp and strong, and the day was sparkling. But, when I got about fifty feet up the chute, I realized that the ledge toward which I was climbing was not flat, but sloped. That meant I would not be able to rest, or belay the rest of my team up to join me. The security I had envisioned suddenly evaporated. I had no “protection:” pitons and cams that can be lodged into cracks to provide safety. Retracing my progress was impossible. Worse yet, I looked down. The exposure gave me cottonmouth. My knees began to shake in spasms, cynically called “sewing-machine leg” in climber speak. Suddenly, the risk I had been accruing with every upward move came home to me. This was no longer a clinic in athletic prowess. It was a life-endangering predicament. By some miracle I managed to control my quaking, move laterally, and ascend another thirty feet to a wide ledge. Then and there I learned, in my puddle of exhaustion and relief, the difference between “lead climbing” and “top rope” climbing. It’s all about exposure.

When rock climbers are tackling a major rock face, like the legendary El Capitan in Yosemite National Park, their strategy is efficient and very simple. They break down the climb into stages they call “pitches.” A pitch can be anything from a forty to a hundred-foot section of the wall. This is the epitome of reaching an ultimate goal by means of intermediate and short-term goals. Pitch by pitch, the climbers lay siege to the wall. But, the catch is: somebody has to lead. Somebody has to “lead climb” above their “protection” to advance the climb. This “lead climbing” of a pitch is the true test of the climber. It is skill, strength, and partnership in the face of increasingly threatening exposure. Lead climbing high on the wall means that climbing is no longer an exercise merely in gymnastic proficiency. It is raw physical courage in the face of yawning, potentially deadly exposure.

With proper use of protection, a skilled climber minimizes his risks. As he climbs he places wedges, chocks, and cams into cracks, and clips his rope into them. But, there is no way to eliminate all risk. As he is belayed from below, this means that if he falls, he will fall past his last point of protection until the rope arrests him. His fall can be anywhere from ten to thirty feet, depending on the placement of protection. Though this kind of fall is not fatal, it is, in the droll language of climbing, “unpleasant.” Especially if you are twelve hundred feet above the valley floor, and your life is dependent on a half-inch rope, or a one-eighth-inch nubbin of a foothold.

What I learned on the first day of climbing is that anybody can top-rope climb. Even those afraid of heights can steel themselves with the knowledge that they are held from above, and that slips or falls will be caught instantly, and without injury. It’s like riding in those little kiddie cars at the amusement park. They move around the course, but they are guided by a track that ensures a predetermined destination. Top-rope climbing is fun, but it’s like training wheels on a bicycle.

When Peter lists “goodness” as the next handhold for the disciple following an initial faith, he is thrusting every disciple into “lead climbing.” This first life-skill measures our courage and commitment instantly. It is breath-taking, and knee-knocking. It is an immediate challenge to accept the exposure and vulnerability of lead climbing. He points out the implications in his first letter:

“Live such good lives among the pagans that, though they accuse you of doing wrong, they may see your good deeds and glorify God on the day he visits us.” (1 Peter 2:12)

Prepare to jump into the deep end. Point your kayak into the maelstrom of rapids. Step out of the greenhouse. Don’t hide in the incubator. Take the next pitch. It’s your turn to lead. Risk the exposure of ridicule, resistance, and potential slip-ups. Live your faith with visible, unquenchable goodness in a world determined to pull you down.

But hold on one second. Though Peter is not counseling every Christ-follower to delay his sortie into the real world by first spending four years in graduate school, neither is he sending us off like lemmings to needlessly plunge to our deaths. Peter was, after all, schooled by Jesus, who warned: “In this world you will have trouble” (John 16:33). “…If the world hates you, keep in mind that it hated me first” (John 15:18). “…If they persecuted me, they will persecute you also” (John 15:20). Peter himself lived with the Lord’s own prophecy regarding his excruciating future. So, we can be confident that Peter is well aware of the conditions these believers will face when they “out” their faith in goodness.

Visible and generous good works, pulling upward against the pernicious gravity in a fallen world, will require consistent moral courage, combined with tactical shrewdness. Absent this mental toughness and practical preparation, our spasms of goodness will be mere quixotic forays without redemptive impact. So, before we jump into a “do list” of Pollyanna activities and spectacular sacrifices let’s look at some necessary training and preparation in order to sustain the kind of goodness Peter is calling for.

Goodness is only sustainable from a core strength that exudes from sound spiritual hygiene. A heart of humility is at the center of this hygienic regimen. Goodness in our dangerous world doesn’t fail for lack of I.Q., or dollars, or good intentions. It fails because the hearts of Christ-followers don’t desire and cultivate goodness at the deepest level. We are easily distracted by the challenge, caught up in the planning, or grieved by the need, but we too often neglect the condition of our own hearts. This is the wellspring (Proverbs 4:23). It is the pump through which all loyalty, wisdom and courage must flow. For goodness to thrive, the heart must be clean, clear, and strong. “Surely you desire truth in the inner parts; you teach me wisdom in the inmost place” (Psalm 51:6). The courage to lead climb begins in a place no one will ever see, except God. It is nurtured in a humble heart.

This heart preparation is solitary. It is must be honest and guileless. Vigilance must be recurrent and lifelong. The hygienic heart wanting to practice goodness confesses deeply that “nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature” (Romans 7:18). So, it trains on daily grace, sought in daily humility, fed by daily reminders to “Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.” (Romans 12:9). There is a conscious striving, first and foremost, to love the good and hate the evil at the deepest level, especially when it gurgles up right inside my inmost being. Long before laying siege to the challenge in the world, the true disciple faces the slipperiness of his own heart. To rush out into the void armed with freshly inflamed altruism and entrepreneurial adrenaline will only lead to inevitable breakdowns higher on the climb. This neglect will bring harm to those who follow us, and depend upon us. Doing good without first treasuring goodness in the heart will only hasten the split in our core we call hypocrisy: Trying to be, and trying even harder to appear to be, someone we are not. Hypocrisy has a very short shelf-life. As risk and fatigue increases, the dis-integrated, unexamined heart will renege when the next lead requires fresh courage.

We must be careful here. All these muscular, outdoor allusions may lead to the false conclusion that lead climbing is only for the elite, the few. But Peter had no such restrictions in mind. He is calling the whole church, and we are just beginning the list of life skills. The implication is clear. Ascent into greater and greater spiritual effectiveness (2 Peter 1:8) is not magical. It is not a product of secrets, pedigrees, or bravado. Spiritual effectiveness and productivity is the product of a process, and great reward is promised, but the unprepared will quickly be outmatched in the real world of gravity and risk.

I experienced the sting of ill-preparedness one summer on a trip to Scotland. We were a team of eight on a short-term mission of evangelism and encouragement in partnership with a church in Glenrothes, a “new town,” built after World War II. As our time with them came to a close, we were invited to the nearby town of Newborough that was hosting the Highland Games. There on the green was staked out a quarter-mile oval for foot races and bike races. We watched huge men in kilts toss the caber, a twelve-foot log, and hurl the thirty-five pound weight over a bar. There were Scottish folk dancers and bagpipes. But our truest taste of Scotland was the finale of the Highland Games: the tug-of-war. They were calling for teams to sign up, so we looked at each others and said: “Hey, why not!” We had been to summer camp. We were reasonably athletic, and we had a secret weapon. Karry was a two-hundred-eighty pound former offensive lineman for the Colorado Buffalos. We figured we would just tie the rope around him as an anchor, and it would be game over.

Confidently, we dubbed ourselves the “Glenrothes All-stars.” Our confidence lasted right up until we saw the other team. They were all as big as Karry. Towns sponsored these all-star teams. They wore rugby jerseys with the names of their sponsoring pubs and car dealerships. Each one had a wide leather belt like a weightlifter. Most ominous of all were their boots. Hobnail boots. As if that weren’t enough, these boots had a three-inch metal spur sticking straight out of the heal so that they could dig into the slippery, grass turf. It was then that we notice our loafers, and the wet grass.

We approached the rope like lambs to the slaughter. The hooting crowd was beside itself, but we smiled with good-natured American sportsmanship. The judge lined us up, five to a side, and called “Pull!.” We held them to a stalemate! The rope was taut. Our grip was firm. We leaned our weight and pulled with all our might. Then, the whistle blew, and we instantly realized that the first command to “pull” was only a way to take the slack out of the rope. At the whistle, their captain bawled “PULL!” and we slid across that wet turf like Bambi on a frozen lake. As if that weren’t bad enough; while the crowd howled and whistled we learned from the referee that this contest was best two-out-of-three. We had another chance to be utterly humiliated. We were dragged to ignominious defeat again, in record time. Grass-stained, embarassed, and publicly defeated, we just wanted to get out of town as quickly as possible. When they asked where we came from, we said: “Canada.”

People who are unprepared and inexperienced are easily defeated by the realities on the ground, and ready prey for those who are practiced in their craft. Defeated people don’t want to repeat the attempt. Visible failure makes us just want to stay anonymous, and get private as quickly as possible. After a thumping, it is completely counter-intuitive to want to risk again.

That’s why lead climbing with muscular goodness requires courage. The risks are obvious, and the powers against goodness are well outfitted. Goodness is not a health club workout: it is a real world risk. We can be hurt, overwhelmed, and embarrassed on the fields of play. Having taken the risk and expended the energy to lead climb, it hurts to slip, fall past your protection, and be slammed against the rock face. It doesn’t take many repetitions of this experience before we resolve to stay safe, hunker down, and let someone else challenge the mountain.

Our life coach, Peter, is not naïve, nor silent about the nature of the world we inhabit. He doesn’t leave us guessing about the dangers of our climb, the intent of the evil one, or the slipperiness of our own flesh. That’s why Peter is rallying our faith to make a firm and irrevocable commitment to this first handhold. His challenge: “Make every effort to add to your faith goodness…” (1 Peter 1:5). Choose this strenuous first discipline with full alertness. Prepare for the sharp and abrasive realities of ascent. Commit, down to your toes, to be a Christian.