Celebrating 10 Years of Recovery Today!

July 31st, 2015

Yes. That’s right. I’ve been a Christian for nearly 25 years and a pastor for over 17, yet 10 years ago I gave it all up.

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How could this be? Have I been the biggest hypocrite in the world? How is it I became sober just 10 years ago and yet have pastored for 17?

Well, I became sober-minded.

On July 31st of 2005, Ray Comfort taught “Hell’s Best Kept Secret”at our church; after hearing it—and applying it to my life—I felt that I was born again, again.

A whole new world opened up to me; I actually became concerned for the lost. More importantly, after using the 10 Commandments in my Gospel presentations, the lost became concerned that they were lost, even thanking me for sharing Jesus with them. Amazing.

Also on that night in 2005, Ray gave me a free pack of million dollar Gospel tracts. (Read about that here.)

Gospel tracts? Those were so…so… 70s! Since that first exposure to this wonderful tool, my former church, Hope Chapel, has handed out probably close to 4 million of them.

I now celebrate 10 years of freedom from proclaiming a man-centered, “God-loves-you-and-has-a-wonderful-plan-for-your-life” Gospel.

Things will never be the same.

And what about that AA membership? That would be the Ambassadors’ Academy, the now-defunct evangelistic training arm of The Way of the Master, where I had the great privilege to serve as a team leader for a few years.

Have you experienced “recovery?”

(Read about why I started sharing my faith everyday by clicking here for “My Great Evangelism Adventure”)

An Analogy for Atheists: The Drowning Woman

July 11th, 2015

A man was out sailing just off the coast of the Big Island when he saw what appeared to be a woman swimming next to her capsized catamaran.

“Are you okay?” he shouted as he slowly sailed by.

“I’m good,” she replied.

“You sure?” he asked again.

“I’m very good!” she assured him.

Having been a lifeguard for many years in Hawaii, he was not convinced. He noticed that she was not really swimming, but just trying to keep her head above water. He saw the strain on her face and the slight panic in her eyes. Anchoring his boat, the lifeguard dove in and made his way toward the oblivious—or self-deceived—woman. “I’m coming to save you,” he called out between the swells.

“I—told—you—I’m—good,” she sputtered, inhaling a mouthful of water.

“Don’t worry,” the lifeguard shouted, “I’m almost there.” He swam furiously, knowing there wasn’t much time before she disappeared beneath the waves.

He reached out to grab her arm but the excited woman batted it away. As he grabbed her roughly with both hands, she escaped his grip, flailed, then slapped at him. Tugging at her hair, he yanked once, pulling her toward him. He put her in a headlock, then tried pulling her to his vessel while swimming on his back.

The drowning woman continued to kick and scream; she hit and clawed in her fury, yet the lifeguard held on even more tightly. He still had her by the throat with one arm, the other holding her hair tightly.

He kicked and kicked and kicked until he pulled her—quite violently— into his craft. She then gouged at his eyes and bit him so hard he had to let go because of the pain.

Under the water she disappeared.

A fishing boat stopped near the sailboat to take in the drama. The fishermen watched the action play out and the rough treatment of the woman as the lifeguard struggled to save her. They watched the rescue, then the death.

After it was over, the crew heaped criticism after criticism upon the lifeguard. “You could have done that a whole lot better,” one suggested.

Another offered, “If you had been swimming alongside her until you got to know her better, she might have listened to you. Then you would have saved her.”

A pleasure cruiser full of partiers pulled up alongside the sailboat. Its drunken clients, senseless and irrational, also heaped scorn upon the lifeguard. “You were a real jerk the way you tried to save that lady,” one scolded.

“You were so rude!” another complained. “You should have just let her have her have own personal space.”

The lifeguard listened to everything the fishermen and drunkards said; he thoughtfully considered whether they indeed had a valid point. Then finally, exasperated, he uttered his defense: “I’m a lifeguard. I do what I can to save people.”

If you liked this analogy,
try another called “Bridge Out!”

Why I Will Apologize at the WeHo Pride Parade

July 3rd, 2015

I apologized to the gay community on behalf of true Christians everywhere at the 2012 Pride Parade in West Hollywood—and plan on doing so again this Sunday, in 2013, when we attend!

Why will I apologize?

Because some Christians have shamelessly preached a hate-filled Gospel, misrepresenting their God-given ambassadorship on behalf of Christ to those lost in their Pride.

Do you, evangelist, have the same attitude as Catherine Booth, co-founder of the Salvation Army, when it comes to the lost? “Let them see the tears in your eyes; or, if you cannot weep, let them hear the tears in your voice, and let them realize that you feel their danger, and are in distress for them.”

The homosexual community, for the most part, hates born again Christians due to their judgmental, bile-spewing, finger-pointing “good news.” One street evangelist last year actually mocked the WeHo parade-goers, rebuking them, insulting them and inflaming them with unloving diatribe. Watch:

A reporter from WORLD magazine interviewed me about street evangelism and made reference to the street preacher in the video above saying, “I don’t believe he has a clear understanding of the message of the Bible.” (See my Facebook dialog with this preacher here.)

Hence, my apology.

So, what will be my game-plan? The same as last year. Here’s an excerpt from an article I wrote before the 2012 Pride Parade detailing my intended dialogue:

…I’m called to go [to the Pride Parade] to show love, to speak truth… and to apologize on behalf of true Christians everywhere. I will tell them that I am sorry that the Christian community has not demonstrated tact, poise, reason and grace to those who are in dire need of a Savior.

Don’t get me wrong. I will talk about sin.

Inevitably, I will be asked: “Will God send me to Hell because I’m gay?”

My answer: “No one ever went to Hell because they are gay.”

Immediately, the person softens and I’m able to explain that they have sinned by breaking God’s ten Commandments. They will be judged for lying, stealing, looking with lust, hating or using God’s name as a cuss word. I warn that if they don’t change, they will end up in Hell because God is just. Then I remind them of God’s incredible grace, love and mercy as demonstrated on a cross. That if they repent and trust in Jesus, who suffered and died on their behalf, was buried for three days and rose again, they can be forgiven.

“So you see,” I’ll say, continuing the conversation, “it’s not about you being gay, it’s because you’ve sinned in these other ways. Homosexuality is a sin, it’s just not THE sin.”

When I speak to a gay person, I will be firm, but gentle—just like I am to everybody I talk to.

If I’m asked about whether gays should be married, I will not shrink back from the truth that marriage, as God created it, has always been between a man and a woman. We should never re-define a term to fit our culture’s preferences. Civil unions? Why not?

I will attempt to shake their hand, even give them a hug. I will ask them if they have ever met a Christian like me. Someone friendly, concerned, and gracious.

I suspect the answer will be no.

And that’s a sin.

A Man Called Lena

June 28th, 2015

Every now and then I take my daughters to the campus of El Camino College where I share my faith on a weekly basis.

They are no idle participants.

Eight-year-old Laurel hands out Gospel tracts while her older sister D.D. takes students through entire Gospel presentations.

I’m very proud of my girls.

One benefit of having my kids on campus is that they get a true perspective of the world they live in—and the world they will grow up into.

We do not have cable television, enjoying instead all nine seasons of “Little House on the Prairie” on DVD. Rarely do we go to the movies. Rampant blasphemy and worldviews counter to our Christian values keep us away. There are very few video games; our kids actually enjoy playing with each other.

Our college excursions show my girls society as it really is, not as some Hollywood director chooses to portray it.

Sometimes they get an eyeful….

Recently, in the span of one hour, my girls watched me talk to a woman dressed like a guy—who felt that she really was a man in a woman’s body.

They saw me shake hands and greet Lena with a smile, a man dressed like a woman.

Next I spoke to the two mothers of a toddler.

All of these people know I stand for Jesus, and that He’s the only way.

My girls observed their Daddy loving those for whom Christ died.

Without limit.

They get the best college education money can’t buy.

(This was first posted in 2009)

The Shepherd of Brokeback Mountain

June 26th, 2015

In light of the Supreme Court’s decision to redefine marriage today, here’s a re-post of an article I wrote back in 2006….

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“We’re here! We’re queer! Get used to it!”

That was the ominous chant I heard twenty years ago on a news program from a pro-gay group called “Act-Up!” I didn’t think much about it then—after all, this was some strange, fringe, radical group that would never make an impact with their in-your-face methods. Boy, was I ever wrong! They’re here. I’m a Christian. What am I going to do about it?!

I ordered my coffee from the polite Barista at Starbucks and asked if he ever thought about where he would go when he died. “I don’t want to talk about this right now,” he said.

“Oh c’mon,” I pleaded with a smile. “Where do you think you would go, Heaven or Hell?”

“I don’t know,” he answered.

In a voice just above a whisper I encouraged him to stay with me because it was very important that we find out. “Have you ever lied?”

He nodded.

“Stolen anything?”

He reluctantly nodded again, then said, “I really don’t want to talk about religion…”

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At this point I admit to pushing the envelope a little. I thought about it afterward (I’m not sure I would do this again), but the reality of Hell compelled me, and I didn’t want this poor guy to go there. I looked behind me; no one was in line. I spoke in a firm whisper and stated the obvious, “Look. I haven’t paid you yet.” I smiled again. “You kinda have to talk with me.”

He conceded the point.

“Jesus said that if you look at a woman lustfully you have committed adultery already with her in your heart. Have you ever looked at a woman with lust?”

There was a too-long pause. The Barista hung his head and looked up at me from beneath his baseball cap. I repeated the question, “Have you ever looked at a woman with lust?”

He shook his head “no” ever so slightly, so none of his co-workers could see.

In an even softer voice—respecting his reluctance—I restated the question. “Have you ever looked at a man with lust?”

He nodded “yes” without looking me in the eye.

What do you think I did? Shake my head in disgust and walk away? Pay quickly and leave him to face God’s wrath alone when he dies? Laugh and roll my eyes?

What would Jesus do, indeed?

I’m not exactly sure what Jesus would do; I don’t think he drank coffee…maybe a Mocha Frapp? I do know that He wouldn’t condemn this man. He would never shake a finger in his face. He wouldn’t pull out his big, big, Bible with the ribbon bookmark and shout, “Leviticus 18 says, ‘Thou shalt not lie with a male as one lies with a female; it is an abomination!’” He wouldn’t wear a Christian “hate” T-shirt either. Nor organize rallies against…against…against….

Why wouldn’t Jesus do these things? Jesus came to seek and to save that which was lost. For God did not send His Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him.

Is homosexuality a sin? You bet it is. But so is heterosexual immorality—so is lying, stealing, murder and blasphemy. God won’t send Mr. Barista to Hell for being gay; he’ll send him there because he has broken God’s commandments, sinned against God, and has rejected Jesus Christ as the only sacrifice for his sins.

That’s why I pushed the envelope in a respectful, gentle—yet insistent way. That’s why I wasn’t thrown off my game plan. And that’s why I asked him the very next question without missing a beat: “Have you ever used God’s name in vain?”

I loved this guy so much I had to tell him that he was a liar, thief, adulterer and blasphemer. I loved this guy so much that I had to tell him that God would find him guilty of breaking His Commandments on Judgment Day. I loved this guy so much that I had to tell him of his eternal destiny in Hell if he didn’t repent and trust Jesus.

“I’m Jewish,” he replied.

“Then you’re missing your Messiah.” I told him to please consider what I said as I paid for my coffee and thanked him for listening. He admitted that the conversation was not that bad.

Every time I see him now, I just warmly say, “Hello.” I don’t need to say anything else. I want him to see Christ in me. I want him to see a nice Christian.

Because I’d like him to be attracted to another man: the God-man, Jesus.

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OMG! (Oh my Gandhi!): Redeeming Blasphemy

June 16th, 2015

If you must use some sort of exclamation to express disgust, extreme excitement or disappointment, may I suggest an alternative to the standard “Oh my G-d!”

Try this: “Oh my Ghandi!” It’s only one syllable longer and will definitely turn heads. This one, too, is great: “Oh my Buddha!” You’re sure to be the life of the party with that one. When visiting Hollywood, you can always try the unwieldy, but effective, “Oh my L. Ron Hubbard!”

buddhaIn our evangelism efforts we use the Ten Commandments as God’s standard when asking people if they have sinned against him or not. If they have, then they are guilty and deserve Hell. We then explain Christ’s sacrificial death on a cross and how if one trusts in his finished work and repents of their sin, one may be saved.

One of the questions we ask a “sinner” is: Have you ever misused God’s name? Misusing His name is blasphemy and God will not hold anyone guiltless who does that. Sadly, many Christians do that all the time and are not even aware they’re doing it by using phrases such as “Oh my G-d!” or texting “OMG.”

So let’s try it. You hit your pinky with a hammer and exclaim: “Oh my Joseph Smith!” Good. Good.

Let’s try another. Someone just stole your wallet: “Oh my Longhorns!!!” (These days, sports are god to many people.) You’regod_saraswati rolling now.

Let’s try an Indian god after you stubbed your toe: “Oh my Saraswati-Ashtottara!”

If you really want to be bold, go to the middle east and shout “Oh my Muha—!” Oh, never mind. You don’t want to lose your head over that one.

If someone protests and asks you why you are using these names as exclamations, simply reply, “Because I do not want to misuse the name of my God. Have you ever misused God’s name?”

You’ll know where to go from there.

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Did you know there are other variations of blasphemy? (Click here to read a very insightful article about those variations.)

5 Reasons People Don’t Go to Church Vs. Our Church

June 10th, 2015

A new survey lists five reasons why people don’t go to church anymore; perhaps these are your reasons, too. Let me convince you of Hope Chapel Hill Country’s differences and why you might want to grow with a young church that opened its doors on the west side of Dripping Springs in 2014.

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#1: The Church is Irrelevant: As a non-denominational Christian church we are committed to teaching the Bible, verse-by-verse, in a way that is practical, relatable and understandable to today’s culture. God’s Word speaks to every circumstance of life and we’ll prove it to you!

#2: The Leaders are Hypocritical: The Pastor, Steve Sanchez—me—admits that I am indeed a hypocrite, because I’m not perfect. And neither are you. Let’s meet up!

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#3: God is Missing in the Church: If you’d like to experience God in a small yet growing church that has Christ-exalting contemporary worship where God music mixed with traditional hymns, Communion every week, and a thirty minute expository message, then we invite you to come as you are, dressed as you are, to our ninety minute service. You will see that God’s not missing! (And He’s very different than what you’ve seen on the Web.)

#4: Legitimate Doubt is Forbidden: Please come with all your questions, reservations, doubts, misgivings and unbelief. Hey! I had the same suspicions you had at one time. I may not be able to answer all your questions, but I’ll sure as heck try. Besides, it’s fun to play “Stump the Pastor.”

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#5: There’s No Genuine Community: We’re an imperfect, loving community striving to follow Jesus daily. Our goals are to love God, love people and serve the world.

nerd-partyThere’s no safer place to bring your problems and burdens so we can listen and pray for you, even offer practical help, like we also do within the community. We also have free food every 2nd and 4th Sunday. Children are, of course, welcome.

  • To see what we believe, please go to www.HopeChapelHillCountry.org And, of course, you can stay up to date with us on Facebook/HopeChapelHillCountry.
Based on “5 Reasons People Have Stopped Attending Your Church” (Especially Milennials)
Image credit: EdgeChurch

“Stone the Preacher” Returns

April 28th, 2015

Why? I decided that I like “Stone the Preacher” better. That’s why I changed my blog’s name back to the original.

A Rebuke to My Christian/Evangelist “Friends”

April 24th, 2015

I have a humble suggestion for you and a brotherly rebuke if you like to comment on Facebook posts and websites:

Many of you know that I have been an ardent evangelist for over ten years and am unafraid and unashamed of the Gospel. I can handle curses, bottles hurled at me, insults and the occasional punch thrown in my direction. (You can verify all this by searching this blog.) So, what I am about to say is not done out of cowardice, appeasement or liberalism, but out of love.

rebukeAwhile ago I posted what I thought was a humorous article called “The Gospel According to Led Zeppelin” using one of their own songs to show that they thought that they were good people and could earn their way into Heaven. I used a few of their song titles in the post as allusions, metaphors and puns to make my point.

I posted it on Facebook and got the predictable tepid response when adding a link to an outside source, especially if it’s something I wrote.

But, then everything changed.

I noticed 30 comments. Then 50. Then 70+. Wow! Were that many people truly interested in my whimsical opinion of the state of Zep’s soul?

Of course not.

An atheist weighed in with a trollish comment and derailed everything.

Now, I love atheists. I love unbelievers. I love anyone who identifies as LGBPTTQQIIAA+3.165. In fact, I try to love any person, especially if they don’t agree with me or believe what I believe.

And there’s the rub.

About 90% of the comments on my Facebook post were totally unrelated to what I wrote, but devolved into a tit for tat argument against one atheist’s opinion.

My humble suggestion to believers who read this: Stop acting like know-it-alls, inquisitors and Pharisees. Be nice. You don’t have to argue your point ad nauseam to a deaf, dumb and blind person, especially on a post that was not designed for that.

You were baited. You were teased. Trolled. Punked. Gotcha-d!

When other unbelievers read all your multitudes of “evangelistic” comments, it sounds like a verbal dog pile.

Of course, you are right. You have the truth. God has opened your heart to the good news of Jesus saving sinners from their sins by his death, burial and resurrection. Why argue? A fact is a fact.

By the way, isn’t it God who saves anyway?

I’m not saying you shouldn’t be evangelistic, but try to be a friend as well, even with a trolling unbeliever.

It certainly extends courtesy to the post writer.

Now, for my rebuke: Re-read the above.

Here’s a tool. You can watch it right now. It’s a documentary about the curious friendship between militant atheist Christopher Hitchens and solidly fundamental pastor Douglas Wilson. It’s called “Collision.”

They vehemently disagreed about spiritual matters, yet remained good friends until Hitchens’ death. They will never see each other again, but Wilson made the best of the time he had with his atheist friend.

Please try and do the same.

And stay on topic.

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Post Script: What inspired me to write this was a friend I hadn’t seen in over 30 years unfriended me because of this “well-intentioned” Christian discussion. I was reconnecting with him on Facebook, but all the negative comments on the Led Zep post, not the post itself, turned him off. And, yes, he is an unbeliever. (I did, however, convince him to “friend” me again.)

Also, you may notice the subtle gospel presentation in this post. And, if you read the original Led Zep post, there is another Gospel message hidden in the humor. Why argue? Just send the link to your friends and wait for the response.

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Post Script 2: In reading this rebuke first posted on Facebook, a Christian reader commented, completely missing the point. Read and weep:

What fellowship does light have with darkness.. we are not called to make friends we are called to make disciples..it wouldn’t be worth it to me if He never made it in.. Jesus never went around making friends with everybody.. He went about preaching and teaching the kingdom.. He said he who is not with me is against me and he that does not gather with me scatters. proverbs says depart from an evil man when you since not the wisdom of God in him. Those that didn’t believe couldnt hang simple as that.. maybe not by Christ own Choice or desire, but when your on a mission from heaven and unwilling to compromise what you believe, people recognize it and stay away.. which explains why Jesus lost so many disciples.. Id rather be like Jesus!

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The Gospel According to Led Zeppelin

April 14th, 2015

I recently heard that Robert Plant, former Led Zeppelin front man, lived with his girlfriend in Wimberley, a town near Austin, where Hope Chapel Hill Country is located. Being a former Zep fanatic, (I saw them in their last tour in L.A., about 1979), I wanted to meet him and hand him a Gospel tract.

But, I thought, perhaps he already knew the Savior? By listening to one of the band’s heaviest, coolest, jammin’, rockin’ heavy metal songs ever, I discovered almost iron-clad proof to bolster my suspicions….

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Plant sang the Gospel truth in one of my favorites called “In My Time of Dying”:

Jesus, gonna make up my dyin’ bed.
Meet me, Jesus, meet me. Meet me in the middle of the air
If my wings should fail me, Lord. Please meet me with another pair.

Perhaps, Robert read his Bible? He is, of course, echoing Paul’s words:

“…we who are still alive and remain on the earth will be caught up in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. Then we will be with the Lord forever.” (1 Thessalonians 4:17)

I’ll chalk up the “angels wings” stuff to mythology, lack of discipleship, or Bethel Church, Redding.

It may just be that he’s a bit Dazed and Confused. Judging from the rest of the song’s lyrics, Robert Plant thinks he’s a good person:

Oh, Saint Peter, at the gates of heaven… Won’t you let me in?
I never did no harm. I never did no wrong

Oh, Gabriel, let me blow your horn. Let me blow your horn
Oh, I never did, did no harm.

 I never thought I’d do anybody no wrong
No, not once.

Oh, I did somebody some good. Somebody some good…
Oh, did somebody some good. I must have did somebody some good…
Oh, I believe I did

What Robert may not know is this: There is no one good enough, not one. There is not one good thing he can do to blow Gabriel’s horn. If he’s ever broken any of the 10 Commandments by lying, stealing, or misusing God’s name—even once—God will see him as a lying thief and a blasphemer. God sees hatred and anger as murder, lust as adultery.

St. Peter will not let him in, because of his sin. When found guilty, he will spend eternity in Hell as just punishment for cosmic treason against his Creator. And it will be Nobody’s Fault But His.

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Still, there’s hope, though. And Led Zeppelin seems to know it toward the end of the tune:

Oh, Lord, deliver me
All the wrong I’ve done
You can deliver me, Lord

Yes, he can be delivered when he trusts Jesus and what He did on that cross 2,000 years ago. He died for our sins, was buried, and on the third day rose again. If Robert Plant repents and trusts Christ, he will be forgiven. For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life.

I wanted so badly to give my former idol the Gospel and invite him to our church. He doesn’t seem to mind Houses of the Holy.

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Unfortunately, I just missed him according to this Texas Monthly article entitled, Goodbye, Robert Plant, One-Time Texan”…

Alas, it’s clear from the interviews he’s been giving…that Plant has pulled up his Austin stakes and returned to his homeland of England.

“I was very fortunate to enjoy great friendships in Austin, which I sadly miss. I found their hospitality and charm in Austin second to none. But I was yearning for a musical project. My work with American musicians has faltered and come to a natural, suitable finale. My family was saying, “Where has he gone?” And I was thinking, Where have I gone? …So I had to come back.”

Robert-Plant_2010-July_photo-byAdam-BielawskiMr. Plant, though you are no longer a golden god and you’re a whole lot older now, there’s still time to change the road your on. There’s a Whole Lotta Love God has for you. Robert, Your Time is Gonna Come.

Because, Sir, no matter how famous you are, no matter how rich you may be, you will  never—you can’t ever—buy a Stairway to Heaven.

Nobody’s fault but mine
Trying to save my soul tonight
It’s nobody’s fault but mine
—Led Zeppelin, “Nobody’s Fault But Mine”

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See all 87 of Led Zep’s songs ranked by SPIN mag.
Images courtesy of Wikipedia

I Almost Gave the Gospel to Robert Plant

April 12th, 2015

(This is a repeat of the above article with a different title.)

I recently heard that Robert Plant, former Led Zeppelin front man, lived with his girlfriend in Wimberley, a town near Austin, where Hope Chapel Hill Country is located. Being a former Zep fanatic, (I saw them in their last tour in L.A., about 1979), I wanted to meet him and hand him a Gospel tract. Read the rest of this entry »

What’s so good about Good Friday?

April 3rd, 2015

The story is told of a king in Africa who had a close friend with whom he grew up. The friend had a habit of looking at every situation that ever occurred in his life, positive or negative, and remarking, “This is good!”

thumbOne day the king and his friend were out on a hunting expedition. The friend would load and prepare the guns for the king. The friend had apparently done something wrong in preparing one of the guns, for after taking the gun from his friend, the king fired it and his thumb was blown off. Examining the situation, the friend remarked as usual, “This is good!”

To which the king replied, “No, this is not good!” and proceeded to send his friend to jail.African_king_from_Catalan_Atlas_(1375)

About a year later, the king was hunting in an area that he should have known to stay clear of. Cannibals captured him and took him to their village. They tied his hands, stacked some wood, set up a stake and bound him to the stake.

As they came near to set fire to the wood, they noticed that the king was missing a thumb. Being superstitious, they never ate anyone who was less than whole. So untying the king, they sent him on his way.

As he returned home, he was reminded of the event that had taken his thumb and felt remorse for his treatment of his friend. He went immediately to the jail to speak with his friend.

“You were right,” he said, “it was good that my thumb was blown off.” And he proceeded to tell the friend all that had just happened. “And so, I am very sorry for sending you to jail for so long. It was bad for me to do this.”

“No,” his friend replied, “This is good!”

“What do you mean, ‘This is good?’ How could it be good that I sent my friend to jail for a year?”

“If I had not been in jail, I would have been with you.”

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God was pleased to crush Jesus and put him under all that suffering knowing that we would be saved by His death. That’s real love. What truly seemed so horrible and tragic was really… very good!

Happy Good Friday!

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Now read a not so good thing that happened to me on a Good Friday in 2007. It’s called “Murder at Peet’s.

A Tentative Return to the Seniors Center

March 25th, 2015

I haven’t been back to the Hill Country Senior Citizens Activity Center since being unceremoniously booted out by the manager three weeks ago. (Read what happened by clicking here.)

But today, I returned.

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After getting yelled at and having the door slammed on me by the Center’s manager for talking to her about Jesus I thought it would be wise to wait a week to see what would happen. In the meantime, I tried to arrange a mediation with a common friend, but that never materialized.

I considered my legal options, and thought about having a lawyer send a letter, but changed my mind. A good friend told me, “This is Texas. We try not to use lawyers if we don’t have to. We deal with one another one-on-one.”

So, that was my plan: One-on-one.

I waited one week.

The next week I was on vacation, so I couldn’t make it.

The following week I was sick.

After a 21 day hiatus, (Hey! Didn’t Daniel wrestle in prayer for three weeks before his request was answered?), I arrived at the Seniors Center with two of my friends—as witnesses, just in case.

The whole issue revolved around my handing out Gospel tracts or displaying them for all to see on the table. Should I bring them in? That’s what I’ve always done.

I did.

I put some trillion dollar bills in my vest pocket, and, after sitting down at the table, put a few “Are you a good person?” tracts on my bible—like always.

Then I waited.

There was no hushed silence. No dramatic music swelled in the background. No conspiratorial whispers could be heard. No one averted their eyes.

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Spotting the manager, I smiled; it was not returned.

I engulfed my hot chicken-fried chicken and endured a cold shoulder.

An uneasy peace. Detente.

Romans 12:8 says, “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.”

And that I will do. But I will not be silent about my Savior.

Ever.

My Commitment

March 24th, 2015

I started my commitment today to invite ten people a day, five days a week, to Hope Chapel Hill Country​. Also, to engage in one Gospel-centered conversation each day as well.

I do this primarily by handing out a Gospel tract, (usually a trillion dollar bill or a Giant $100), along with a flyer containing our church info on it. I got a little out of the habit because, frankly, it is labor, at times humiliating, and, well, sometimes I just didn’t want to do it. The interesting thing is, more people visited when I handed out the invitations.

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Now, before you say, “Duh!” let me explain:

The vast majority of the visitors we have had–over 140 of them since opening January 5, 2013–did not come as a result of my inviting them. I believe that they came because God was sending them independent of my actions. I did the inviting, but God brought those He wanted. When I slowed down, he did, too.

Coincidence? I don’t think so. Christ said that He will build His church.

I just want to do my part.

The Impossible Task

March 19th, 2015

STRANGE COINCIDENCE? The task of planting Hope Chapel Hill Country is an impossible one.

impossibleHave you noticed that people aren’t exactly clamoring to get into church? I invite them, evangelize regularly, have conversations and take people to lunch, but it’s hard soil.

I have been shut down from sharing my faith in three places in Dripping Springs: the east side, the west side and in the middle. An impossible task.

Then I read this quote: “When God wants to do an impossible task, He takes an impossible man and crushes him.”

That was meant for me. I can relate. I’m an impossible man. This is an impossible task.What sealed the “coincidence” for me though, was this was said in 1959…the year I was born, which really drove this truth home.

(Quote from Chuck Swindoll’s book, “Laugh Again,” as he heard it in Chapel from Dr. Alan Redpath, during his days at Dallas Theological Seminary.)
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Outed at the Seniors Center

February 25th, 2015

It was bound to happen: the showdown.

I lost. For now.

It had been brewing for some time because the manager never liked me.

Here’s a re-cap of what led to my getting the boot today:

On Wednesdays for over a year now, I head down to the Hill Country Senior Citizens Activity Center and mix it up with the old timers. These septo-, octo- and nonagenarians are firmly entrenched in their various denominations, but it doesn’t mean they are saved…and there isn’t much time left for many of them. I get to learn about their lives, their personal histories and the history of Dripping Springs itself, the place where I’m planting a church. One man said he’s a third generation Drippin’ man. “My family’s been here since 1880!”

activity-centerWhen I first visited I was introduced as the new pastor in town by the Center’s manager, but she forgot to mention our church. I noticed that all these old folks had to buss their own lunch dishes, so I started clearing their tables for them. At that point they started asking, “So, where is your church?”

There is a method to my madness: By meeting with the seniors, I hope after weeks and months to earn their trust. Perhaps they may even attend Hope Chapel Hill Country someday or recommend us to a friend or grand kid.

But one week I was called aside by the Center’s 76-year-old manager and warned that I couldn’t preach the Gospel there. She took me aside and told me that three people complained about my “preaching.”

“You see,” she explained, “even in a private conversation someone might overhear you and get offended.” She further explained that the Center gets government money and my preaching may put that in jeopardy.

I actually wasn’t preaching; just conversing about what I teach at our church, and then inviting them to come visit.

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The next Wednesday a lady whispered to me, “I’m surprised that you are back here after what you were told last week. I overheard your conversation with the manager,” as we scraped the after-lunch dishes together.

“So, you are on my side?” I asked, conspiratorially.

“Yes I am,” she assured.

“Why do you think she said that to me?”

She looked around and spoke in a whisper. “I can’t really talk about it, but, let’s just say that some people are nicer than others.”

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In the ensuing weeks, I was called into the manager’s office and forbidden to pray and help people, too. “But I’m a pastor,” I protested, “that’s what I do!”

The manager replied, “Well, you can continue to do that, just don’t do it here!”

The next week, I brought herflowers flowers. I hid them behind my back and presented them. “Let’s start all over now that I know the rules,” I cheerfully said. She thanked me politely and stored them in her office.

I sat down to eat with the other seniors like I did every week, but this time there was a visitor. He was a forty-year-old man who had been saved for six months and was on fire. What could I do? I had to encourage him in the Lord. We talked and shared Scripture while keeping a wary eye on the manager. I told the young believer that I’d like to pray for him.

Outside.

I bussed the tables and after nearly everyone left, I approached the manager. “How’d I do?”

“So far so good,” she replied. “But the day’s not over yet.”

Every week, before lunch begins, someone is invited up front to give the blessing. This time, it was Pastor Cody.

I had heard good things about him. He’s a lay pastor at the local Methodist church where the manager attends. He was the “resident minister” at the Senior Center before I came. In fact, I arrived at the Center the very week he stopped going.

Thankfully, he was a true man of God.

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Here’s the rub: Before he prayed, he spoke in the microphone about the necessity of belonging to Jesus Christ and urged people to live for him. He preached out of John chapter 4, explaining that Jesus had Living Water for all, then prayed a God-glorifying prayer. In short, it was an out-and-out evangelical message, the type of message I was warned not to talk about.

I spoke with Cody briefly afterward, and it turns out before he went to the Methodist church, he went to a fellowship that met…at the same location where Hope Chapel Hill Country meets!!!

But why am I forbidden to speak in the name of Jesus privately while he’s able to publicly proclaim him loudly?

I don’t know, but as long as Christ was preached, I was happy.

After lunch, a little old lady asked if I could help her move a TV set for a legally blind man. I said yes. I’m there to help. Then, I prayed for a young woman who had an early onset of Alzheimer’s.

At the gym, another elderly lady recognized me and offered this encouragement: “It’s not what you say, it’s what you are doing.” She assured me that she knew what was going on.

Six visitors have visited our church since I’ve been going there. Two attend regularly. One man has become a good friend. Progress….

I offered to pray for one of these attenders at the Senior Center but she stopped me from doing so. “We better go outside.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I’ve been reading your blog.”

“How did you know about my blog?”

“It was on the back of the bulletin you gave us last Sunday; seems like you cause trouble everywhere you go,” she said with a smile. “Jesus caused trouble, too.”

Before I prayed for her, another woman stopped me to say how God healed her of a cancerous tumor after I prayed for her several weeks before. “They were going to cut me open, but when the doctor checked me, he said everything was gone. I want to give God all the glory after you prayed for me.”garth

It’s now been over seven months since I’ve written about the Senior Center because all has been calm. I have employed a strategy where I keep Gospel tracts in my vest pocket and when people see them, I invite them to take one.

They do.

Even better, my friend Garth keeps them in his pocket and is more than happy to hand them out. Boo-Yah!

Then, today, a skirmish turned into an all-out war.

I usually like to keep a Bible with my Gospel tracts on top of the lunch table while we eat. But this day, manager noticed them, pulled me aside and said that I couldn’t have them displayed like that. “Why not? You told me I can’t hand them out and I haven’t,” I graciously replied. “I don’t have to put them away, you know. Yet, for you, I will.” I smiled at her.

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But it burned my bucket.

I was resolved to ask her why she was so against me, my tracts, and even the Gospel, before I left.

Lunch ended. I waited for the people to clear out, then headed for her office. “Why don’t you like these Gospel tracts? There are people in here that are headed for Hell, many don’t have much time left, and they need to hear the Good News.”

“Everyone in here is a Christian,” the manager replied.

“Jesus said that the road is very narrow and few find it,” I countered.

“I hate those things. They do no good. They are phony and people get irritated at you for handing them out.”

“People always get irritated at me. And Billy Graham himself said that nothing sows the seed of the Gospel like a good tract.”

“Still, I don’t want you handing them out. Since I met you I knew there was just something wrong about you. You are the only pastor who has ever handed those things out.”

“That’s why I do it!” I then made a transition to her spiritual condition: “Where are you going when you die?”

“Heaven,” she replied.

“Why?”

“Because I’m me!”

“Because you are you? Are you a good person?”

“Nobody can be good enough. You need Jesus.”

I did not think that she really believed that, what with her comment that everyone is going to Heaven and her constant suppression of my attempts to talk to people about the Savior.

“Yes, we all need Jesus. Still, I’m concerned for you.” (I was, too. I love this lady.) Then I trespassed on her holy ground by very gently saying, “I’m concerned for you because it doesn’t seem like you are walking with the Lord.”

That done it, y’all.

“GET OUT! GET OUT OF HERE!” she shouted. “AND NEVER COME BACK HERE!!!

I scurried out of her office.

BAM! The door slammed shut behind me.

The cafeteria workers were silent as they shot me a knowing look. The few stragglers in the lunch room remained quiet and averted their eyes.

I sheepishly walked out vowing to myself to return the next week.

And I will, you bet. I will.

(I returned three weeks later to this unexpected reception. Read it by clicking here.)

Why I Enjoyed Harry Potter

February 23rd, 2015

I just finished reading my first Harry Potter book last night…and loved it!

harryIt’s whimsical, creative, fun, witty, well-written, and has some neat, unexpected twists with no sex or bad language and is a classic story of good versus evil, with good triumphing in the end.

no potterThe downside? It’s about good witches and wizards versus bad witches and wizards. And that, many Christians will say, is the reason no professing believer should read it.

I didn’t for many years because of the witch/wizard (which wizard?) factor.

I didn’t because of the Christian anti-Potter hype.

I didn’t, because, well, did I really want to participate in…in…evil and sorcery and magic spells?

Then I thought about how much I enjoyed Star Wars. A fun, creative, well-written tale with some unexpected twists, a classic story of good versus evil, with good triumphing in the end. It didn’t have good and bad witches and wizards; it had good and bad forces. And magic! There wasn’t much in the way of a Christian message either. In fact, the main point of the movie was about trusting in our feelings, not faith in the One True God.

Was there an outpouring of wrath from the Christian community about this film? Possibly, but I missed it. I do know this: Almost everyone who has watched the Star Wars series loved it, except for the latter three films, of course. (And if there was ever a hell-bent minion, you couldn’t find a more depraved specimen than Jar Jar Binks.)

jarThen I thought about The Wizard of Oz. Fun, creative. But… magic and witches and midgets, Oh my!

I won’t even mention The Lord of the Rings, with it’s over the top PG-13-pushing violence,aragorn1 decapitations and blood-thirsty orcs, another classic tale of good versus evil, without much wit or fun—with a Christian message in the books—but altogether scrubbed from the films (unless you look really hard and show lots of grace to writer/director Peter Jackson).

I believe the Christian community embraced those films, didn’t they?

But Harry Potter? Now, that’s a  whole ‘nother ball game….

Or is it?

It is now considered a modern classic, beloved by millions around the world. Is it Christian? No.

Are their Christian themes? Yes: Courage. Selflessness. Sacrifice. Even a happy ending!

We do have freedom in Christ. If Harry Potter is not for you, then simply do not read it. But please, don’t judge me by your standards; I hope to not judge you.

Accept the one whose faith is weak, without quarreling over disputable matters. One person’s faith allows them to eat anything, but another, whose faith is weak, eats only vegetables. The one who eats everything must not treat with contempt the one who does not, and the one who does not eat everything must not judge the one who does, for God has accepted them. Who are you to judge someone else’s servant? To their own master, servants stand or fall. And they will stand, for the Lord is able to make them stand. (Romans 14:1-4, NIV)

I consider myself mature. I am discerning. I do know right from wrong. I love the Bible, Jesus, and am still sold-out for Him, even after reading—and enjoying—the first Harry Potter novel.

Believe it or not I do not feel inclined at all to buy a black hat and preach in a long, black robe. I won’t engage in magic, but will continue to pray, trust God, do good…and check out the second Harry Potter novel at my local library.

For another perspective on why the  Harry Potter series are “good” books, versus “great” books, click here to read “Harry Potter and the Attack of the Critics.”

The Meat Guy

February 4th, 2015

A MEAT GUY dropped into Hope Chapel Hill Country  while I was in my office and wanted to sell me some “extra cuts” he had on hand. I declined because my wife and youngest daughter are vegetarians, and, besides, I had no freezer to store the “extra cuts.” (I was severely tempted at $3.00 a cut for Filet Mignon, though).

MEAAAT In return, I gave him the “meat” of the Gospel and explained that I used to sell “extra stereos” out of the back of my car before I gave my life to Jesus. Of course, he said he was a Christian, and, of course, he wasn’t involved in any church, and so, of course, I invited him to ours.

Perhaps someday he’ll stop by and we can chew the fat.

My meat is to do the will of him that sent me, and to finish his work.
(John 4:34 KJV)

Why I Cried

January 29th, 2015

I got an email the other day from Ray Comfort and his ministry Way of the Master reminding me of the 42nd anniversary of the Roe v. Wade decision that has allowed over 56 million babies to be murdered.

When I read it I was conscience-stricken. Why?

abortWhile living in L.A. I was very active in Pro-Life ministry on the campuses, at our local abortuary, handing out 180 Movies (www.180Movie.com), and even starting a class called “Abortion is About God: Reframing a Moral Issue” by John Piper, with the end-view of having a thriving Pro-Life activism ministry formed at my former church.

babies2But then I was called to Texas to plant Hope Chapel Hill Country and my whole focus changed.

At the time that I moved here there were only six abortion clinics operating in the entire state due to anti-abortion legislation that was passed here. Since it’s appeal, there are now about 19. But my focus was on our church plant. When I got the email  my heart was struck and I repented of my inaction.

Now, I’m back in the saddle.

I may not be active physically these days in front of the murder-mills, but I will renew my ministry of reminding: Abortion is murder, yet God forgives murderers through His Son, Jesus.

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You can read a short overview of the abortion issue from a sermon I preached on January 25, 2015, by clicking here.

Saving President Obama

January 8th, 2015

One of my favorite Gospel tracts while living in liberal L. A. was The Presidential Trillion featuring Barack Obama (now out of print). I still have a quantity of them, but in Texas, where I currently reside, they aren’t so easy to give away unless I go to Austin. Still, I found a new use for them: as bookmarks! Now, as I read my Bible daily, instead of kvetching about Mr. Obama’s policies, I am reminded to pray for our President instead.obamaThat’s why I’m personally saving Obama…the tract, that is.