There’s my son.  It’s Good Friday, and so this morning I have been thinking about GoodFriday sort of things—the cross, Jesus, God giving up his Son, the fulfillment and end of the sacrificial system of the Old Testament that Hebrews speaks of—those things.  As I continued on that line of thinking, I began to realize the craziness of the cross, and the significance hit home in a way that it never has in my whole life:

Look at my son.  Do you know what I would never do?  Give him up.  For anything.  Ever.  EVER!

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Our minds can’t imagine this kind of sacrifice.  As an ok father, I have enough love for my son that the loss would cause me unimaginable pain, and I could never love you enough to loose him for you.  And yet God, a perfect father, did this.  Could you imagine how much that must have hurt. The Brian McLarens of the world who just dismiss the majesty of this act as “cosmic child abuse” miss that.  They miss, and don’t understand, the perfection of God, the Trinity, His love and Justice, the infinite ugliness of sin, and that Jesus, as God, was willingly taking on his own wrath.  God felt both pains: the loss of a son and the bearing of all human sin. My Lord and my God, we can not even begin to fathom the depth and richness of your love seen in the cross.

This is the centerpiece of our faith, the centerpiece of the Bible, and the centerpiece of time and eternity—that God became nothing, so that he could give us everything, by giving us himself.  The cross is offensive, foolish weakness, but to those who are being saved by it, it is life and power (1Cor. 1:18).  Happy Good Friday.

I have been pondering a question I heard about heaven all week.  How does this hit you?

“If you could have heaven, with no sickness, and with all the friends you ever had on earth, and all the food you ever liked, and all the leisure activities you ever enjoyed, and all the natural beauties you ever saw, all the physical pleasures you ever tasted, and no human conflict or any natural disasters, could you be satisfied with heaven, if Christ was not there?”

Of course we say no.  But for some reason the conviction of the question doesn’t go away with simplicity of a “no” answer.  At least it doesn’t for me.

There are so many things that I might be far too content with—if I had a heaven without Christ.  It’s an ever-present reminder of the constant lure of lesser things.

How does that question hit you?

Well, I don’t know what to say.  I’ve read this book twice this week—but, I don’t know what to say.  The title, Not For Sale, is ironic because it’s an exposition of the fact that people are for sale, as unimaginable as that is 150 years post emancipation in Great Britain and the U.S.

Of course, awareness of the problem for most of us has grown over the last few years, but I had never seen the gruesome details so vividly.  Sex trafficking is the sterile name for the atrocities, but lets call it what it is: people—men, women, uncles, parents—who sell children to men who will rape them.

I still don’t know what to say.

Reading the book, and watching videos of a three-day conference, I fell in love with the heroes in the fight.  Kru Nam, an artist turned abolitionist, is one of the bravest, craziest women I have ever heard of.  And I know some crazy women.  In Chiang Mai, Thailand, she was so shocked by the stories of kids on the streets who had escaped the Karaoke bars.  The kids told her about their friends who were still enslaved by the bar owners, being raped ten times a night.  Kids, 3 to 17 years old.  Kru Nam, like all of us, was horrified and broken for these kids. She didn’t waste a second.

That night, without a plan beyond step one, she went into the first bar she saw, and grabbed two girls and a boy, ran out, and took them into her home.  She did this every night after.  Her reputation growing, bar owners put out the word to kill her—but she kept going.  That’s what I’m talking about.  Crazy heroic.  Awesome.

While David Batstone was authoring chapter one of Not For Sale, Kru Nam called him and said, “I have 27 kids and they’re living in two little grass huts—I need a house.”  David said that he would try to get her a house.  She called back, while he was writing chapter two, and told him that there was now 53 kids.  David said, “O.K., I will see if I can get you two houses.”  While he was writing chapter six, she called and said, “I couldn’t stop—I have 88 kids.”  David, jokingly told her to stop rescuing kids, but then said, “We are going to have to get a movement of people for that.”

Today, in northern Thailand, there is not a house or two, but a village, ran by Kru Nam, for her 127 kids, funded by a movement that Batstone has begun—but the problem is nowhere near contained.  This kind of heroic effort needs to happen 100,000 more times.

I’ll be honest, I’m not the stats guy, but the numbers totally rock me out of my V-neck.  Today, there are 27 million slaves, “more slaves [that] are in bondage today than were bartered for in four centuries of trans-Atlantic slave trade.”  Poverty is the problem.  Girls and boys in the worst conditions in the world are tricked, and wind up in a foreign land, in lock down, bent to their master’s will every night, for the profit and pleasure of the most callous of criminals.  This is the lot for many of the weakest people on our planet.

Francis Chan asks it best: what would we do—how much trouble would we go to—if the one taken was our own brother, sister, or child?

I still don’t know what to say.  But I know that Jesus has saved me.  He’s given me a heart that loves him more than the lures of comfort and consumerism.  He said to follow him.  He also explained what that means with the words, “Whatever you have done to the least of these…”

Origin Coffee is coming to Rocklin, CA.  It is going to be an opportunity to be like Jesus.  Kru Nam got this.  I look around my town, and I see very few things that look like Jesus, but I think that’s changing.  At Origin we’ve been using a phrase—“Tell them we’re coming.”  We say this because Origin Coffee is going to empower the next Kru Nams, rescuing those captive.  I have to go right now, but I want to tell you more about that next time.  Check out this video below if you want to see the work Kru Nam is doing.

God is a redeeming God.  It is one of the most important concepts for a Christians to understand, in and throughout every oz of their being.  So often we Christians worry way too much about what we are against, rather than what we are for.  What we should be about is reclaiming every good thing for God’s glory.  Even “taboos” must give way to their redemptive value.  Check out what Spurgeon has to say about smoking to the glory of God (careful it may be the best or worst thing you ever read; let me know):

To the Editor of the Daily Telegraph.

SIR,

YOU cannot regret more than I do the occasion which produced the unpremeditated remarks to which you refer. I would, however, remind you that I am not responsible for the accuracy of newspaper reports, nor do I admit that they are a full and fair representation of what I said. I am described as rising with a twinkling eye, and this at once suggested that I spoke flippantly; but indeed, I did nothing of the kind. I was rather too much in earnest than too little.

I demur altogether and most positively to the statement that to smoke tobacco is in itself a sin. It may become so, as any other indifferent action may, but as an action it is no sin.

Together with hundreds of thousands of my fellow-Christians I have smoked, and, with them, I am under the condemnation of living in habitual sin, if certain accusers are to be believed. As I would not knowingly live even in the smallest violation of the law of God, and sin in the transgression of the law, I will not own to sin when I am not conscious of it.

There is growing up in society a Pharisaic system which adds to the commands of God the precepts of men; to that system I will not yield for an hour. The preservation of my liberty may bring upon me the upbraidings of many good men, and the sneers of the self-righteous; but I shall endure both with serenity so long as I feel clear in my conscience before God.

The expression “smoking to the glory of God” standing alone has an ill sound, and I do not justify it; but in the sense in which I employed it I still stand to it. No Christian should do anything in which he cannot glorify God; and this may be done, according to Scripture, in eating and drinking and the common actions of life.

When I have found intense pain relieved, a weary brain soothed, and calm, refreshing sleep obtained by a cigar, I have felt grateful to God, and have blessed His name; this is what I meant, and by no means did I use sacred words triflingly.

If through smoking I had wasted an hour of my time—if I had stinted my gifts to the poor—if I had rendered my mind less vigorous—I trust I should see my fault and turn from it; but he who charges me with these things shall have no answer but my forgiveness.

I am told that my open avowal will lessen my influence, and my reply is that if I have gained any influence through being thought different from what I am, I have no wish to retain it. I will do nothing upon the sly, and nothing about which I have a doubt.

I am most sorry that prominence has been given to what seems to me so small a matter—and the last thing in my thoughts would have been the mention of it from the pulpit; but I was placed in such a position that I must either by my silence plead guilty to living in sin, or else bring down upon my unfortunate self the fierce rebukes of the anti-tobacco advocates by speaking out honestly. I chose the latter; and although I am now the target for these worthy brethren, I would sooner endure their severest censures than sneakingly do what I could not justify, and earn immunity from their criticism by tamely submitting to be charged with sin in an action which my conscience allows.

Yours truly,

C. H. SPURGEON.

I love being where God has told me to be.  But, I’m not going to lie; I’m dying to go out and get a “real job.”  However, it’s undeniable that God has me where I am, and he’s blessing it—sometimes I wish that I could ignore that.

But here’s the twist—God’s provision is amazing.  (I’m trying to break my exclamation habit, otherwise I would have put one there.)  Every time we get close to the edge, living with this budget of an accountant’s nightmare, God’s provision shows up exactly when he intended it to.  Today we received an anonymous cash gift from someone at Origin, as well as a check from a church that I played at that was three times bigger than I told them I needed, and a substantial gift from another church to pay for some school bills that I wasn’t going to be able to pay.  My mind is blown.  My gas tank is full.  (I really want an exclamation).

God knows our exact needs.  I have so little faith, but he is so good to his children.  The lilies of the fields don’t fret; why do we?

I am totally lying if I say it is comfortable, but I am telling the absolute truth that there is nowhere else that we want to be than right here.  ”For a day in your courts is better than a thousand elsewhere. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of wickedness” (Psalms 84:10).

I love this!  Since I finished school, I have started writing songs again and redoing some of my old ones so that my church can sing them—It’s amazing what not taking seven classes at once can do for you.  I’m looking forward to sharing my progress ASAP.

In addition, a lot of the time that I have freed up has given me a chance to study the Word and read a bunch; I’m totally loving that.  God has been teaching me so much.

I am a worship leader, which I have mentioned.  I have been craving understanding of what that title means—for many that title doesn’t even come close to being applicable, and I have had a deep fear of that being the case for me as well—may it never be so.

The more and more I search, the more clear and inescapable the discovery: the roll of a worship leader is simply to point people to Jesus and turn them loose.  I strive to do that every time I am put before a gathering of worshipers.  Simplistic?  No!  There is infinite depth and beauty to unfold from such a manner of leading.

There is no New Testament title of “worship leader;” Paul did not go into cities and appoint pastors, teachers, and guys-that-play-guitar-and-sing-songs.  We who do this need to be very careful to evaluate our rolls in the church.

What the New Testament does call for, in terms of roll, is people who will lead well.  This means leading a Godly life, loving the Word, “adorning the doctrine of God,” as Titus 2:10 puts it, “adorning,” meaning to make it the main thing people see, “doctrine of God,” meaning Jesus—DOCTRINE, not doctrines; it’s singular for that reason.  As a result, the art that follows will be good art.  Lets be about that worship leaders.

I’m starting my sixth paragraph.  Why have I said all of this?  It’s because I am surrounded by a community.  Even after all this time of not blogging, somehow there are still people checking in and reading my rants, and what I’m up to.  Your reasons are your own.  I do, sometimes, wonder about you, however, my fine, wonderful, perhaps somewhat crazy, friends

I want to state my trajectory and be very clear about what I’m about.  This is accountability.  It lets me share what I have worked through in my heart and head as the Lord has been teaching me.  I also want to lay a foundation over the next few months about what it means to be a worshiper.  It’s amazing how such an old idea can get so far from Biblical.

What I am doing is not cool.  It is not hip right now to have an opinion.  It is not hip to use words like doctrine.  However, I am certain that this language needs to come from the perspective of a worship leader because I am convinced that so many who “worship lead” do a better job at using the music itself to stimulate a response, a tragedy, rather than the person of Jesus, who brings people to their knees on his own terms.

I don’t know what the Lord will do in my life over the next year, but I look forward to opportunities to share my journey with anyone who cares if it gives God the glory.  I will be writing songs, taking pictures, making videos, writing blogs, and anything else I can do to communicate how incredible the God who loves to redeem us is.  Our redeemed state is to worship him.  That is so much bigger than so many of us have settled for.  Lets change that.

I came across this quote today and it totally rocked me:

“All the beauty to be found throughout the whole creation is but the reflection of the diffused beams of that being who hath an infinite fullness of brightness and glory.  God is the foundation and fountain of all being and beauty.”  –Jonathon Edwards

I love that! I think that the guilt of giving God a tiny throne in a dusty corner of a lackluster life is the unfortunate pathology for many of us today—because we fail to see life the way Edwards described it!  God’s throne is certainly not confined to the periphery of anyone’s life.  When God is relegated to middle management we can be sure that this flows from—in the most gentle terms—a small view of god, rather than a massive view of a redeeming holy God.  It’s one thing to say that Jesus is King; it’s another thing to enjoy living on his land.  Do you know what I mean?

In light of what Edwards said about everything good being “but the reflection” of God’s glory, think about this: if we can bring to mind the best of all moments that we have ever experienced in life, we will have imagined only a dim caricature of God.  God is infinitely greater.  The fact that the Lord is, not only the giver of every good moment, but unimaginably better than the best moment, blows my mind.  My mind is blown.

It’s getting that perspective right that gets any of our ideas about serving him right.  If we miss that, we miss everything, we don’t get the gospel, we don’t understand the cross, and we cannot love his world or his people for whom he came to save.  Worship begins there.

What is up my friends! It’s good to be back. I have much to share. I could tell you a thousand stories, but I’m not going to; I just want to start by sharing about the massive shift that Jesus has been doing in my heart.

What an insane last few months. My life will never be the same. I might even—dare I say—know what I want to be when I grow up. Maybe. Lets not get crazy. What I know for sure is that Jesus is at the center of it all, and he is continuing to reshape my thinking moment by moment.

It has now been two years since a day I delved inside and pulled out the words that became a song I wrote called Blinding Light. Thinking about the words in this song, I realize that they signaled the beginning of a long process of change that God had begun in me. I was drifting into the confusion that grips our culture of complete uncertainty and doubt. It was an awful time. But God was setting me on firmer ground, removing me from sinking sand that was probably about to take me under.  Totally gripped by the truth of gospel in God’s word, and the fact that God has preserved truth in every word, I wrote:

A blinding light awakes my soul tonight
Beauty bright lovely heaven’s eyes
The haze is lifting the maze untwisting
I’m coming back to the start
Oh a peace is passing my understanding
I’m coming back to your heart
And I’m finding my life in you; I’m coming home.

That blinding light is Jesus, the light of the world, totally wrecking us for anything but him. Though we look to lesser versions, they don’t satisfy.

My life has been re-routed. I realized the misdirection, and I had to make a change. All of my iPhone GPS user friends know what I’m talking about, because they have experienced a micro version of this: “The stupid blue location dot is nowhere near the purple line! Totally lost.  Why am I in the middle of a field?  Crap.  Edit. From ‘current location.’ New ‘Route.’ Ah, peace and sanity!” Of course with the iPhone we end up doing that ten more times, but that’s another blog. The point is that I have a new clarity that I have never known my whole life.

Ok, but that was two years ago; why the sudden mention of it?

The work (sanctification) that God does in our hearts show’s its results at varied pace; I have been learning, slowly, what it means to join God on his mission, rather than trying to attach him into my life like an accessory—for sure, he is more Kinglike than capelike. I had those two confused.

All of that clarity has been sharpening into focus this whole time. Fast-forward to now. Have you ever had that moment where something previously confusing all of a sudden made perfect sense—perhaps, why women insist men lift the lid, or something like that; I had that moment over the last six months. The realization, despite my light-hearted tone, was nothing slight.

What does it mean to walk in redemption? What does it mean to tell others about redemption? What is redemption? Isn’t the Christian life redemption?—it is indeed! Isn’t redemption, the biblical promise since Genesis 3, freedom from the curse? Are not Christians to be joining with God in that redemption back to the state of how he saw it: “And God saw that it was good?” Why are Christians so caught up in what they are against, rather than what they are for? Isn’t the gospel good news? Is the Church not the body and bride of Christ? Then, shouldn’t the Church look like Christ, and be devoted to his purpose? Is there any other way for the Church to look like Christ than that it be gathered together, and living sacrificial lives toward each other and the needy? Is not the gospel the thing that unites everybody, even natural enemies, providing the basis for every good deed? Does the gospel not affect every aspect of life? Did Jesus set precedence for a life of comfort and affluence, or avoiding it for his sake? Then why do we say that we follow Christ and yet structure our lives toward that which he didn’t? Is there any motivation toward any of the previous unless you are one-hundred-thousand-percent convinced that you are justified purely by faith apart from works, on account of, none other than, Christ’s payment for your sin and righteousness to your account?

Some of my theologian readers snapped to their wide spread wrestling stance while reading the previous paragraph, due to the pervasive liberalism in the Church—calm down. I am not that, though I have been there, and have great sympathy for those, and their struggles. The gospel is doctrinal truth, internally transformative, socially revolutionary/regenerative, perfectly balanced between all three. Please, your grace is needed since my space is limited.

I love the Church. I am so completely committed to her. The bride of Christ is Christ to the world until he comes. The world God created, that he called good, is the world, which he is redeeming every aspect of. Every aspect of our lives has been redeemed for his glory; we are alive!  We live in grace as our mode of existence, and that grace, seen in every word of scripture, is the deepest beauty, infinitely to be unfolded, that he has brought into the lives of believers through the Church, that has become his visible representative to all, to come into and experience love, actually lived out between people; this is our origin in him, the point to which we must return.

To trust God is to trust his word. To trust is to stop focusing on the command to not eat of the one tree: it is to reclaim the freedom to love and enjoy fully all that he has created for and because of new life, by the Holy Spirit, because of Jesus, to the glory of God: the gospel in a sentence.

I love that I have been called to lead people to worship God.  That is my roll in the body of Christ. This is worship: that we get our eyes off of the idolatry of self, and let our desire for God shape every aspect of our lives as we enjoy him, in response to his love; our response is that we join him in his redemption of creation, every Christian on mission, bearing the name of Jesus wherever they find themselves, at all times. It is to this end that I aim to use every inch of this blog.

Grace and peace,

Elijah Stephen Meeker.

Now, I’m not a preacher; I’m just a Christ following musical artist that blogs and leads worship and stuff—but—the Lord blows my mind!  Why the heck does he love us so much?  Here’s what’s on my mind.  I was thinking about something that I learned a while back and now I can’t get it out of my head.  The gospel is amazing!

The gospel is so crazy that the angels look at it and can’t fathom what’s going on.  The incarnation, God becoming man, Jesus leaving his thrown and taking on flesh, the Bible says that they look at this and they go nuts! 

This is freaking incredible!    

It’s this verse that I had learned about a while back (1 Peter 1:12) which says that the angels actually lust after the gospel; the word comes up as “long to look at” in our Bibles but it’s the word epithumeo, the same word that is used when Jesus says that if you even epithumeo after a woman, you’ve committed adultery.  The thing that sometimes becomes “ah whatever” in our life is the thing that the angels freak out about.  The gospel is that beautiful!  It’s gorgeous!  And we’ve been given it freely.

And here’s the biggest thing for us and the church at large—Attempts to entertain and impress don’t stand a chance.  They don’t stand a chance up against the glowing radiance of the gospel.  Martin Lloyd Jones said it so well, “The glory of the gospel is that when the Church is absolutely different from the world, she invariably attracts it.”  We are so easily distracted though aren’t we?

Can I just take a second to brag about my friends?  Ok, I will.  Car trouble has obviously been nuts for us the last few months and, as of this week, both of my cars are dead.  Dead.  Dead.  Dead. (You’ve seen one of them still sitting in the Nugget parking lot for the last week, and I apologize, I will take care of that soon).  Celestial and I are currently sharing my mom’s car—Thanks mom!

Now, some friends of ours came over the other night and totally totally blessed us (I don’t think they want us to mention their names, so I will have to leave them being know affectionately as “Some Friends”). 

How did they bless us?  Well, knowing that we are poor artists supported by ministry, and being moved by the Spirit of God (who also knows that we are poor artists supported by ministry) they offered us a bunch of money to put toward getting a new car or (if possible) fixing both cars up to good running condition again.  Is that awesome or what?!  And it was that same day that Celestial and I had realized that we had no solution.  We simply reminded each other that God has always taken care of us and that he will continue to do just that.  The Lord is Amazing! 

Now, here’s what I love the most.  This is the best picture of Acts 2:44-45 that I have personally seen in a long time.  They were in community together, living lives closely enough that needs were obvious.  And they gave up whatever they could to help those in need. 

This is so cool.  This is the love that Jesus was talking about that would set Christians apart from the world.  It was the believers in need that the Christians were giving to.  Acts 2:47.  After it describes all the giving that the believers had going on amongst each other it says, “And each day the Lord added to their group those who were being saved.”  As we live together and genuinely love each other like this, that’s when the offensiveness of the gospel becomes attractive—it calls us sinners; it says that it’s the only way; it tells us to give up everything, but then look how beautiful it is when it is lived out!

Thanks for letting me brag about my friends.  I think they get it and how awesome would the Church be if the rest of us lived more like that—me and you.  I am totally humbled.  So, what’s your story?  Have you seen the gospel being lived like that lately?