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Love Story for the Brokenhearted


“If Brennan Manning writes it, then I’m going to read it.”

That is how Mark Batterson starts the foreword to Brennan Manning’s new book, The Furious Longing of God, and I could not agree more. Manning, the original ragamuffin, has done it again with a thought-provoking book that looks at the “radical, no-holds-barred love of our Heavenly Father.”

Consider this from the book’s back cover…

“…a love story for the brokenhearted. For those who are burdened by heavy religion. For those who feel they can never measure up.”

Is it obvious why I relate to his writing so much? Those themes permeate this blog.
As many of you know, it was Manning’s book, Abba’s Child, that radically transformed my view of God and His feelings toward me. This book looks to expand on the theme of God’s love…something I definitely need to be reminded of.
I have provided links for these two books, along with Ragamuffin Gospel, below. Order your copies today!
I’d love to hear your feedback on the book or how Brennan Manning has impacted you in the past.

Misinterpreting My Story

This past Tuesday was profound for me. I watched a 20 minute video that allowed me to see my life from a completely new perspective and it left me weeping. It has been awhile since I cried that hard.

The video is of Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz and Searching for God Knows What talking about story. What is the big deal about that, you ask?

First, here is the link to the video. It is just under 20 minutes, but I assure you it will be 20 minutes well spent.

Donald Miller | How Narrative Shapes Culture

I realized as I watched Donald Miller talk about story that there events in my own story that I had misinterpreted and misunderstood. The biggie happened when I was 22 years old. Up until the fall of 1993, everything in my life had unfolded in basically a positive direction. I started preaching at 15 and also had a dream to play Division 1 basketball and my junior year in High School, Samford, a school that had just moved to Division 1, started recruiting me.

“Cool God! I love how You are working these things out!”

Samford stopped recruiting me for an athletic scholarship my senior year but instead asked me to be an invited walk-on. Still cool, because by that time I had secured a Presidential scholarship to Samford.

“God closes one door and presto another one opens!”

I get to Samford and soon realize that I don’t have a spot on the team as a walk-on. I grieved the death of that dream for awhile, but about 2 weeks later I get a call from back home inviting me to pastor a new church being started on Lake Wedowee.

“Oh now I see God. You closed the basketball door because there is no way I could pastor if I was on the basketball team. I get it!”

I pastored Lakeside Community Church for 2 years and resigned in May of 1993, the same month that I graduated from Samford. Frankly, I was burned out because I had no idea how to set boundaries and was wearing myself out trying to serve as pastor. Rick Ousley did a revival that month in Randolph County of all places and I met with him and he invited me to join Brook Hill’s “Road Warriors”…a group of music and preaching evangelists that Brook Hills was going to promote and send out. He told me that Brook Hills was going to put together a 4-color glossy brochure featuring all 10 of us “Road Warriors” and then were going to mail it to every church in the SBC.

“God, You are simply amazing. I don’t even have to figure out how to promote myself or start an evangelistic ministry! Thank You!”

So Melody and I, still newlyweds, lived off of savings for that summer and highly anticipated the brochure going out in the fall and all of the great and wonderful places we were going to get to go to and speak. Our first “Road Warrior” meeting was scheduled that fall and I couldn’t wait to hear how everything was going to be unveiled. Well, five minutes into the meeting I discovered that the purpose of the meeting was for me to inform the committee concerning my plans to launch my ministry. What? That was not what I was told. Never once did anyone mention the glossy brochure.

“God, what is up with this? We need money!”

I left that meeting panicked and completely dejected. For the first time in my life, heaven seemed silent. The next week I was in a coat and tie interviewing for a job selling cellular phones in Roebuck, Alabama. I found out about the job in the want ads. I NEVER pictured myself working a secular job. I had been called to preach at 14. I spent 4 years studying for the ministry at Samford. What was this all about?

As I listened to Don Miller speak about story, God took me back to those events in the fall of 1993. For the first time in my life, life threw me a curve ball and I felt like I had struck out. There was no “open door” waiting for me to walk through. It was a devastating blow that would have profound effects on my life.

Looking back, I felt God was pretty pleased that I was on His team. He had called me early and had gifted me to proclaim His word because He had big plans for me in His kingdom. Selling cell phones in Roebuck, Alabama was not a part of that plan. Couldn’t be. So I came to two fatal conclusions about God and His heart toward me based on that series of events:

1)God is angry about my struggle with pornography and this is His punishment.
2)God can’t be counted on to take care of me. I am now own my own.

Those two lies were deadly and would have a profound impact on the rest of my story. I realize now that I parted company with God in a sense that fall. It wasn’t a conscious parting ways, but at the heart level I felt like God was mad with me, was punishing me, and that I had better fix things on my own and then come back and have fellowship with God. I vowed to work harder and to be more devout, but in my heart I was not so sure God could be trusted or counted on.

In this paradigm I was in, I could not invite God into my struggle or my problem but needed to deal with it on my own so I could once again find favor with God. At the core, I didn’t believe that the Gospel was true. God couldn’t love me as I am and my proof was having to sell cell phones in Roebuck. Donald Miller’s words from the video shot into my heart Tuesday when he said,

“Joy doesn’t change us…conflict does. Conflict is necessary in every story.”

Wow! How I wish I had seen my life in the context of a narrative during those fateful events of ’93. Instead of seeing God using conflict to punish me, what if I had interpreted that as Him loving me well? I was convicted Tuesday of how I have bought into the story of American consumerism more than God’s bigger story. I have made judgement calls about my story based on comparison to the American Dream rather than THE story that God is telling.

As you listen to Donald Miller, think about what lies you have believed over the years that have shaped your own story. God is Sovereign and truly does work ALL things together for our good.

I want to embrace the conflict and step boldly into my story and the stories of others. Want to join me?

The Gap Between Christ and Culture

Last week I was introduced to the works of Kary Oberbrunner via Twitter of all places. I was intrigued by his “Recovering Pharisee” moniker and could definitely relate. I downloaded a podcast of a radio interview he did about his book The Fine Line: Re-envisioning the Gap Between Christ and Culture and was absolutely blown away.

Zondervan is currently giving away a free AudioBook of Kary’s book. Click here to download it now. Here is a video of Kary talking about his book. Enjoy!

Kary Oberbrunner Author Bio from josh franer on Vimeo.

Wa-Hoo and Ye-Hah

Reading this morning in Billy Collins’ latest book of poetry, Ballistics, and ran across this poem…

Despair

So much gloom and doubt in our poetry -
flowers wilting on the table,
the self regarding itself in a watery mirror.

Dead leaves cover the ground,
the wind moans in the chimney,
and the tendrils of the yew tree inch toward the coffin.

I wonder what the ancient Chinese poets
would make of all this,
these shadows and empty cupboards?

Today, with the sun blazing in the trees,
my thoughts turn to the great
tenth-century celebrators of experience,

Wa-Hoo, whose delight in the smallest things
could hardly be restrained,
and to his joyous counterpart in the western provinces,
Ye-Hah.

Today, with God’s creation blooming all around me, I choose to embrace Wa-Hoo and Ye-Haw and delight in the small things.

I think I hear my 8-year old calling Ye-Haw now…

Praise for Papa!

Ok…if you have not read the book, you don’t get the title of this post. “Papa” is the name William P. Young uses for God in The Shack. That is all I’m saying… don’t want to spoil it for you!

Listened to an interview this morning with Mr. Young and am blown away. I read the book in one sitting about a year ago and was tremendously encouraged. It portrays such a fresh view of the Trinity and allows us to see God in intimate fellowship. Rather than a clean and tidy, unrealistic view of the world we live in, we see God meeting us in the middle of our pain and struggle.

Click here for the interview with Paul Young by Drew Marshall and go out and get a copy if you have not read it yet. Here is the link to The Shack on amazon. If you have read the book, I would love to hear your comments!

Epic Fathering

I have been meeting with a great group of Dads for a little over a year now who all have sons who are either 13 or about to turn 13. As a group, we have gone through Robert Lewis’ book Raising a Modern Day Knight and then followed that with Eldredge’s The Way of the Wild Heart. At the end of last summer, we took the boys whitewater rafting on the Ocoee River and had an absolute blast.

Gabe is now 10 and I have started the process of forming another group of Dads who have sons who are his age. The response so far has been great. Last night I took the time to give both of these groups a name and to design a logo of sorts. I found this amazing photo online of a Father with his young son looking out over crystal blue waters with snow-covered mountains in the distance. How breath-taking!

In each of these groups, our intent is to be intentional in raising our sons to authentic manhood. Unfortunately our culture doesn’t have many built-in “coming of age” opportunities for boys as they trek toward manhood, so we are intentional and strategic about providing our own. We will have ceremonies with our boys at age 13, 16, 18, and 21…ceremonies that will provide lasting milestones along their journey and also allow them to hear their Father and other men speaking truth into their lives.

Each of us as men have a question set deep inside our hearts, “Do I have what it takes?” Through “Epic Fathering”, we want to create adventurous opportunities for our sons that provide real answers to that question, but in the context of a fellowship of men. So many of us as men were sent out into the world with that question largely unanswered and the results are devastating. We are boys in adult bodies trying to appear like we have all of the answers but deep inside there is anger and fear.

I was in Chic-Fil-A the other day and saw an advertisement for Truett Cathy’s new book It’s Better to Build Boys Than to Mend Men. While I agree with the title, the fact is, there are plenty of men out there who need mending. We hope that our efforts with “Epic Fathering” does a little of both.

Sin Boldly, A Field Guide for Grace

Met a good friend of mine this morning for coffee. Chris is launching a new ministry to the marketplace and wanted to share with me his vision. As we talked, I felt some things begin to gel for me as I consider what God wants to do with our story of reconciliation and the many changes that God brought about in our lives to make that possible.

Melody joined us as we were finishing up and we decided to go the Christian bookstore to get a few books for our trip to the Bahamas next week. (Check out our sweet digs here and please be in prayer for us as we pray, rest, and reflect next week.) The main book I wanted to get was Dan Allender’s Leading with a Limp. (We left with almost $200 in new books and Allender’s book was not one of them!) I do have an interesting story to relate, however.

First, a little background…

God has used my trips to the bookstore over the years. A powerful part of my testimony is not only the books that God has used in my life, but the order in which I have read them. For example, the Men’s Ministry at Oak Mountain studied Don Miller’s Blue Like Jazz a full year before I read it, and I realize now that I needed to read Dekker’s Circle Trilogy and Gordon Dalby’s Healing the Masculine Soul before my heart was ready for Don Miller’s approach to faith and life in general.

I was standing in the Christian Living aisle and saw a book title that caught my attention…

Sin Boldly, A Field Guide for Grace

As the title began to register with me, I picked up the book and instinctively started reading the back cover. When I got to the inside flap, I read…

“Grace is the oxygen of religious life, or so says a musician friend of mine, who tells me, ‘Without it, religion will surely suffocate you.’”

For some reason, these words spoke to a broken place deep inside of me and I lost all control of my emotions right there in Family Christian Bookstore and healing tears began to flow. It felt so good. After a few minutes I regained composure, only to have the tears start all over again on the Men’s aisle. It was powerful worship as I simply listened to Him through my tears.

God is faithfully fathering me and these moments are becoming more and more common lately.

Here is the complete list of the books we walked out with…

Walking with God by John Eldredge
Do Hard Things: A Teenage Rebellion Against Low Expectations by Alex and Brett Harris
Connecting by Larry Crabb
Out of the Question…Into the Mystery by Leonard Sweet
The One-Life Solution by Henry Cloud
Wild Things: The Art of Nurturing Boys by Stephen James and David Thomas
30 Devos for Kids Who Love Football by Various
Raising Respectful Children in a Disrespectful World by Jill Rigby


About this Ragamuffin



I am a husband, father, friend, and Grade A Ragamuffin who does not play the hammer dulcimer. I live in Birmingham, AL with my gorgeous wife, 4 amazing kids, and a lazy English Bulldog named Major. I am learning to waltz authentically, courageously, and adventurously through my story and have chosen to share reflections along the way.

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