Batman: What's With His Voice?

OK, so I liked the movie. Heath Ledger was a great Joker, and it was entertaining. Maybe I'm old, but it was a bit long for me, though.

The thing that bugs me is that voice that Christian Bale uses as Batman. It's really lame.

It sounds like he just ran a marathon and he's trying to relay important information to someone in the aftermath. Or like he ate a really hot pepper and he's trying to recover. Or something.

I'm a big fan of the movie Memento that the Batman director made a few years back. I think it's one of the best movies ever, for real. I also like what Christopher Nolan has done with the first two new Batman films - they're raw, brutal movies that have the feel of both the natural and the supernatural. I feel like Batman and Bruce Wayne aren't that different - and that's the point of the voice, I guess. A separation. But all I get from it is breathlessness.

I like the idea of both Batman and the Joker being a millisecond from you and me. Like the potential that we all have is for both madness and heroism. Because I believe that's true. Whatever the real story is behind the Joker's scars, he was obviously running from the past and had become crazy because of the emotional scars that matched the incident. Batman is doing the same thing, as we saw in the Batman Begins movie. Two guys with similar reasons and excuses to do messed up stuff, but one chooses a good path and the other evil. It's classic stuff, but it is compelling nonetheless.

Maybe the two natures that Paul discussed in Romans is running here - we are all caught in a trap of wanting to do one thing with ourselves and then doing another. We are all drawn to darkness in our weak moments and compelled by the light in our best moments. The catch is when we swap the end result for the one that doesn't match in normality.

The story that the movie franchise is going forward with now - Batman kind of inexplicably chooses to take the blame for the bad stuff that went down, becoming a fugitive even though he's a hero - that mirrors another outlaw that was innocent. We'll see if the parallel holds up, but it's pretty interesting for now ...

The Tangible Kingdom

I don't really have time to write a full-blown review right now, maybe I'll do it later, but this book is incredible! I met these guys in Florida about a month ago, but they are based out of Denver, right up the road.

Basically, the book sums up everything I've ever felt about ministry, and gives awesome insight into how we can actually live out the Kingdom to see better results. If there are about 60% of the people in our country that are uninterested in current church models than we need to figure out what we're going to do about it.

Hugh and Matt don't give a list of what to do - instead they give thought-provoking ways that we can engage our own ministry philosophies and reconcile them to the way that Jesus lived out mission. What does it look like to create community in meaningful ways that attract people to the real Jesus instead of to the pop-culture Jesus that the American church has created?

Anyway, it is a must-read for pastors and even volunteers in ministries, and I dare say that I think every Christian should read this book. It won't take you forever - I read the bulk of it on my flight home from Oralndo - but it will haunt you for a long time after you finish it.

Jeff and Becca's Journey

My friends Jeff and Becca Neel (who happen to be absolutely incredible people) are venturing into the unknown of God's call on their lives. Jeff is a middle school pastor in Greeley that has heard from God that it's time to move on, and specifically to attempt to reach people to whom traditional methods of church and expressions of worship hold little or no appeal.

Jeff, Becca, and I began a ministry called The Life Extreme in 2000ish, and Jeff and Beccca still remain faithful to that place in Greeley today. (Incidentally, it has evolved into an unreal ministry center - an indoor skatepark and year-round snowboarding rail - see it at http://www.ridethefarm.com). 

Please do me a huge favor and check out Jeff and Becca's story at their blog - http://lovetheneels.wordpress.com/category/our-story/ 

Pass this link to any Christinas or sojourners you know that are interested in seeing the world transformed by the hard work, ingenuity, and love of amazing people!

Woman at the Well Reflections

Jesus is staring into the eyes of the Woman at the Well, and he’s seen her before. In hundreds of blank stares and dead eyes, he’s seen her stare back. Hurt, pain, despair … feelings of unworthiness and inability to reach an impossible standard that the people around them are propping up as “God’s way.”

She’s Samaritan, which means that Jesus’ instinct should be to turn his back and scoff because of his own lineage. Jews would even cross through the River Jordan to avoid having to go there. Through it, not even around it. She is at the well at the sixth hour, and she is there alone, which shows us that her own people didn’t even want to be around her.

Jesus later reveals that the reason that she is an outcast is that her life is unusually chaotic. She has allowed herself to be discarded by men over and over again. I heard one pastor speculate recently that she was probably barren because that would diminish her cultural value and cause men to abandon her over and over again. She must feel worthless.

Here is Jesus dealing in an interpersonal way with someone that nobody else sees fit to talk to. She is astonished when he asks her to share a drink from the well with him. Maybe she’s afraid that’s she’s on some early version of a reality show – Jesus is setting her up to draw a drink so that he can refuse it to the delight of a hidden audience. Surely a Jewish man won’t risk becoming unclean to have a drink from Jacob’s Well.

Jesus has been walking all day. We know he’s thirsty, we know he’s hungry, as his disciples have been sent for food. But he’s not too tired or parched to tell the woman about the Living Water, the true life that God offers, and the way he describes it rules. “Everyone who drinks this water will be thirsty again, but whoever drinks the water I give him will never thirst. Indeed, the water I give him will become in him a spring of water welling up to eternal life.”
To a woman who is beaten, broken, abandoned, hurting, dying right where she is … refreshing life that will not only cure all that ails her, but will spring out from within her to change the lives of those that are around her, too. A rejected woman, not only by the religious elite, but by her own people becomes a healing force for others. And it’s even better because she doesn’t get it. Jesus, it seems to me, would have gotten tired of people not getting it, but he doesn’t. He presses forward instead, seeking to bridge the misunderstanding.

Even after recounting her tough relationship past (and present), Jesus still invites her to realize God’s love. He tells her what worship will look like in the immediate future (“when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth”), and he leaves her with a piece of information that he tells nobody else until his trial before his death. He declares himself as the Messiah – not to crowds of thousands or to important leaders that can wield influence, but to a lonely, beaten, outcast woman in the “wrong” people group.

Maybe it’s significant that they are sitting at the Well of Jacob, famous for being the one who overcame his past as a deceiver to grab a hold of God’s best for his life, and subsequently the generations to come. The Samaritan woman is afforded this same opportunity by Jesus’ willingness to sit down and talk to her even when the constructs of society said not to. He didn’t see a Samaritan, a woman, a shady past, a sexual sinner, a poor person, an outcast, a mission field, a charity case, a beaten down shell … he saw a child that God loved and wanted to redeem no matter what the story of her shortcoming may be.

And I’m challenged by that idea. The Christian movement of today is more interested in bickering over who’s version of the truth is the best, or whether having too many candles lit means you’re a Emergent. Or if being granted the gift of tongues makes you Pentecostal or weird or a fake or more holy. And we are famous for things that would absolutely repulse the man who sat on that well and drew a drink of water from a marginalized person.
More than eight of ten people see us as a people of hate – gay haters, liberal haters, movie haters, some kind of haters. And the age-old rhetoric about being a person who loves the sinner and hates the sin doesn’t fly for me. It’s an excuse. Maybe someone actually believes that motto and lives by it, but I doubt it. I haven’t seen it anyway.

Jesus is doing something fascinating here in my opinion, though. He has sent his friends off that probably need to see this interaction so that their won behavior can be redeemed. But Jesus isn’t preoccupied with a teaching moment, he’s intent on embracing a life and changing it in a meaningful and lasting way.

When his friends get back they offer him the food that they brought, and he says, “I have food to eat that you know nothing about.” And I’m thinking, how mad would I be? Jesus sends me to get food after a full day of walking around and now he doesn’t want it? But the braintrust instead wonder what he ate. Maybe they even blamed the Samaritan woman in their minds for wasting their time.

But Jesus ends the suspense, explaining, “My food is to do the will of him who sent me and to finish his work.”

He is fed spiritually by serving.

Not by a great sermon series, the best worship leader, or the most polished program. He is fed by serving those who are most in need of God’s touch. By discovering God’s will and seeking to fulfill it. He fed himself with action instead of waiting for a rabbi to fill him up with the latest series of teaching.

If we were more obsessed with getting out and serving people than with arguing over who’s version of the truth is best, we would change the world. If we spent a few extra hours talking to hurting people instead of trying to get them saved, we’d change the world. If we actually loved people that we defined as children of God instead of sinners, we’d change the world.

Since Jesus never saw a sinner, but instead saw God’s precious child, loving a sinner and hating a sin is not a task for a little Jesus (Christian) to undertake. It doesn’t make any sense. As Paul said, he himself is the chief sinner. I am the greatest sinner out here, and I certainly don’t want others to identify me that way. I want to be identified the way that Jesus identifies me – as his possession, bought and paid for with his blood. Imperfect, but perfecting. Broken but mending. Unlovable but loved. Hateful but loved anyway in the most powerful, mind-bending, limb-numbing way possible.

Many Samaritans believed that Jesus was the Savior of the world by his act of love and by words that spoke the same love to them over the next two days. Not a scathing assault on lives of sinners. Jesus loved the sinner and never even saw the sin. What will I do?

I'd Build You An Empire

Two posts in a row about meeting a hero - I met Angels & Airwaves last Monday night before their show in Denver. I've been a huge fan of Tom Delonge since I was 16, which is going on 14 years now. After seeing him play live in three different bands (blink-182, Boxcar Racer, and Angels), I finally scored a chance to meet him and the rest of the band. In November 06 I was supposed to be able to meet them in Salt Lake City, but stuff got messed up and I missed out after driving 18 hours in two days to see them. (It was still worth it, by the way).

This time, I showed up right on time to meet the band, but was ticked off to find that the meet and greet had actually met before the e-mail I got told me. Since the e-mail said that one wouldn't be allowed in if they tried before 6, I didn't dare miss it again. After a few minutes I found the girl in charge of stuff and she told me that I had missed it. I begged her to let me go in since I had received bad information, and for some reason, she sympathized with me and I was following her backstage in a few seconds.

It was absolutely surreal to walk into the basement room that houses the band that night. Nobody was down there except for the four guys in the band. Tom was sitting in the right corner as I walked down, drawing on a cereal box, which sounds weird but is real. David, Atom, and Matt were talking straight in fromt of me. Walking down was awkward, but the guys were awesome. Atom and I talked about Rocket From the Crypt, one of his old bands that I love, and about San Diego - where three of the four guys are from. Atom was just cool - really warm and real down to earth kind of guy. David told Tom to quit coloring and come meet me, and he came over and shook my hand. I told him that I've listened to blink since before the "182" and he seemed genuinely thankful for that. We talked for a few more minutes about San Diego and other junk, and I was on my way.

It's funny because I think that all of us have a natural inclination to look up to people and really put them on a pedestal, and in some wyas that's weird and in some ways it's OK until it gets unhealthy. But I've met a bunch of influential people in the Christian community that are "Christian celebrities" that haven't been cool at all. Some are great, but for the most part I have felt like the majority are of the opinion that there is something special about them that the rest of us don't have. These guys were awesome and showed a ton of respect and humility for someone that admires their work.

The funny thing is that I have gained a ton of insight from all kinds of "secular" bands over the years that I haven't found in the shallow work of Christian artists. I think it's unfortunate that so many of the Christian artists are shallow and musically uninspired. I guess my point is that we tend to devalue things in Christendom that aren't on the "approved list," so to speak - but that is really shortsighted and lame. U2 aren't necessarily living any cleaner of a lifestyle than the majority of the bands out there, and the only one that I've heard profess faith in any kind of way (and it feels somewhat universalist to me) is Bono. But for some reason we are good with U2 and not other bands. I think it's time to open our minds up to the fact that people of other viewpoints and faiths have plenty to add to the spiritual conversation. While it may wind up being theologically off, maybe even flat-out wrong, if it points us to our redeemer, I see great value in all art. In the meantime, let's challenge Christian artists to be inspired by more than covering each others' songs over and over until they become a resounding gong, making my ears bleed.

Carmelo Anthony doesn't want to be my friend

So, I love sports - maybe too much sometimes. A couple of weeks ago I had a great couple of days in regard to running into athletes, whom I have built into quasi-gods.

First, Dan Issel (Issel the Missile), who both played for and coached the Nuggets was in front of me in line at the Castle Rock post office ( I was there to pick up a sweet new authentic Antonio Cromartie jersey, just to brag). I stalked him towards the door for a second and then said "Dan Issel!" He gave me a warm smile and shook my hand and said, "Glad to meet you." That was sweet.

A few days later, the real prize sighting occurred though. Josie and I had to return something to Target, and we were in Highlands Ranch so we went for it. We were walking around when there, right in front of me was Carmelo Anthony and his lady, the chick that used to be on MTV. I almost fell over. I wanted to call everyone I knew and tell them, I wanted to go up and try to be his best friend, I wanted to hug him and thank him for saving my favorite team from being crappy.

But there was a problem: he didn't want to do any of those things. At all. In fact, as I walked my third loop around him, he pulled his hood over his head and looked down, seemingly looking for an escape route. And who can blame the guy? He was just buying some video game action and probably went to the specific ghetto Target instead of the nice one a few miles away to avoid being followed by 30 year-old men in throwback jerseys.

The problem with hero worship is that we think we know people because we watch their movies or listen to their music or follow their careers. But we don't at all. We know a distortion of them - sometimes better and sometimes worse than who they actually are. In admiring them from a distance and locking in on the positive attributes that make us feel a certain way, we see them as something they are not.

And it's been bothering me since then that maybe I do this with God a lot. We all do. We are so sure of who God is by the limited interaction that we've had with Him, and we keep him at a safe distance. Maybe we want everything to be static and clean and easy, or maybe we just don't know how to let an invisible God closer to our heart than we do. But God is not a distant celebrity that can only be reported on in part.He is up close and personal and has already laid his heart and love and plan out bare to us when Jesus suffered a slow, painful, and necessary death for us. Giving him access to my deepest thoughts and desires isn't a religious act - it's an absolute necessity to live.

New Orleans homeless - "Please tell our story"

"Are you taking pictures down here?" Billy asked me. I couldn't tell if the tone was supportive or threatening.

"No, I haven't, we're just down here to love you," I answered.

Down here was under the Claiborne Avenue bridge in New Orleans where an estimated 1,000 people have pitched tents, set up abandoned mattresses, and taken to the ground in order to survive. They are the homeless population of the city, but only part of it. Thousands more are scattered across the city.

His answer surprised me - "Take pictures. Take a lot of them. Please tell our story - people need to see what's going on here."

What's going on there is a lot. There is a whole hierarchical civilization with defacto leaders and a system of moving from space to space as the community sees fit. For example, when I go back to find Billy an hour or so later, Otis, one of the leaders, asks if it's the Billy on the other side of Canal Street's divide. Otis wants to lock the recently installed porta-potties, asking me to get him a lock so he can keep crackheads out of them. When I bring bleach to him to help him clean the toilets, he rounds the containers up after several people grab them. He just needs to tell them to bring them back with one loud shout, explaining the purpose and they are back that quick.

Levester recently moved under the bridge after his mom moved to Mississippi following the destruction of their home in the lower 9th Ward, and then the FEMA trailer they were living in being taken away. When I ask him why he didn't go, the answer is two-fold. One, New Orleans is home and he doesn't see any reason to leave. The second is that he's been searching for a way to leave his mom's house and get out on his own. "I'm a grown man, I can't make her keep me anymore," he says.

The stories are obviously unique, but they have similarities. There are numerous war and military service veterans that can't figure out why they are living the way they do after serving their country. Billy stamped his foot passionately and repeated the mantra, "What did I fight for? What did I fight for? THIS! THis is what I fought for!"

But more than anything, I hear the question asked over and over, why isn't anything being done to help us? I know a lot of people probably think it's not their duty or that homeless people are crazy or brought it on themselves, but it's not the way that it is. When you shake a man's hand, look into his eyes and ask his name, things change. That might sound Pollyanna-ish, but I mean it. When you hear that a storm wiped out all possibilities for a man and his family, when you hear that man ask you for a roll of toilet paper instead of food, when you cry and struggle and sweat out a night of sobriety like one of my friends did with a man named Shawn ... stuff isn't ever going to feel the same.

A good number of people living on the New Orleans streets came form the 9th Ward. Whatever unique things contributed to their ultimate result of living under that bridge or outside the locked gates of Jackson Square or along the Riverwalk, these are largely a people that have had the collective backs of the nation turned on them.

I know that you've seen pictures of the destruction. I know that you've maybe felt bad for the residents of the 9th Ward at some point. And chances are you've made a callous joke, or assumed they got what was coming to them, or maybe you haven't cared much at all. But my impassioned plea is that whether you will go experience the people and the utter destruction yourself (go with me this July when I make my next trip) or you will just donate to a trip and listen to the stories, remember the people of NOLA. I see myself in the eyes of the homeless there. I hear my life story in the tales of those still in FEMA trailers trying to rebuild their homes and lives. It's our responsibility as Americans and responsible citizens to look out for those ruined by Katrina and the lifestorms that have followed. And if you're a Christian like I am ... read the Bible and tell me what our responsibility might be.

Chargers@Patriots ... Oh well

We have to play the undefeated Patriots (whom I HATE after last season's playoff debacle, where we gave them the game and then they danced on our logo and mocked us) this Sunday. I don't really expect to win the game, but I'm crazy enough to believe that it's possible. If the Bolts can run the ball well, which is probably a big if against this team, and can at east semi-lockdown the Patriot passing game, I think we can win a 27-24 type of game. However if Brady comes out firing like he did last week and the Chargers play as tight and intimidated as they did last year, the Patriots will make them a speed bump and win something like 35-17.

Come on boys ... I want a championship so bad!

San Diego Super Chargers

will beat Tennessee 27-17.


Oh yeah.

Target Church or Wal-Mart Church?

My heart was already beating really fast when I bought a cup of black coffee and drank it as fast as I could. Nerves for sure, but probably more than that. Scared? For sure

I was about to argue with a co-worker over nothing, really. Over a series of misunderstandings that probably we both really understood as misunderstandings, but pride had gotten in the way and we were bound and determined to both be right. Which is impossible. But we always do it this as humans, don’t we?

I hate confrontation, and I hate fighting, I hate arguments even. I also hate to be wrong, and I really despise being talked down to and/or disrespected. So at some point something has got to give in theses situations, and all of a sudden here I am, nervous, scared, shaking and downing cups of coffee because it’s better than downing shots of Jager, but probably neither one is really good for me.

“Why and how did it even get to this point?” I wonder. But it doesn’t matter because it is to this point, and the showdown is about to take place. And I suppose it doesn’t really matter anymore, does it. Because now I have a few choices. I can try to be right, I can go off on the other party here and prove that I’m right (and this is important to note: I really strongly feel that I am, and I want to be right even more), or I can become a peacemaker and try to choose the way that I feel is the way of Jesus – to be humble, even apologetic, maybe bordering on weak. Actually, forget that – actually to be weak on purpose and maybe “lose” the fight in order to do things the way that I feel is best in terns of the big picture of life.

So a new question kicks up at me as I prepare to walk into the room: am I being spineless and looking for a way to avoid conflict simply so I don’t have to go through that pain? Am I over-spiritualizing the situation in order to give it a better context for myself, one that makes me look good to myself and also helps me avoid the pain of having to confront somebody that has been making me miserable on almost a daily basis for two years?



I don’t think I’ve ever been in an argument that accomplished the purpose that I wanted it to and made me feel victorious. Even a dumb argument with my wife over who the one is that is being weird usually ends up going nowhere. And if she says she’s the one that’s wrong, and the one being weird, I feel no satisfaction. I feel bad, and then I start to act weird. And then we argue again over who the one being weird is a few minutes later.

But maybe the bigger issue here is that I am obsessed with who is right and who is wrong. And this warped sense of justice causes me to hold grudges, to dislike people who I believe are good in their very nature, and to question whether or not I can associate with someone who won’t admit that they were wrong in a given situation.

I read Jesus talking about turning the other cheek, about giving a person everything if they want something, about being the bigger person, in essence, and I like it a lot. It resonates deeply in my spirit. The sensitive boy that my mother raised wants to cry thinking about how to help other people become better, and I sit and I ponder changing the way that I am.

And then I see that person, and maybe that person even stops and says something rude or condescending towards me. Maybe I misunderstand something the person says, or maybe that person says something in an unintended way. But no matter what, I am angry at that point. And all of the work that I have done to try and get myself in the right place is drained until I can get back to that place of solitude that allows me to get “right” again.

At some point, I sit down and I start to think about what is really going on. The defect is definitely in me, but isn’t it also in everything else? Isn’t the defect everywhere because of the nature of this messed up and broken world. What’s the standard of accountability for each of us, then?

Paul wrote about this issue in a different kind of way when he talked about the idea of bottomless grace that makes some people think that bottomless sin is okay, as long as the pattern is this: SIN, SEEK FORGIVENESS, SIN, SEEK FORGIVNESS and it repeats forever. I really think that this is what modern American Christianity looks like to most people. The idea that I can be whomever and whatever I wan to be as long as I’m a good person when I get home.

It’s based on compromise, and it’s rooted in bad theology and bad thinking, but it goes on and on. Make as much money as you can without regard to who is being hurt by it, consume everything, including the sermon and worship music on Sunday morning, and then complain about it and think of a place that can give it to you better. As if church is less the bride of Christ, sealed by his blood and requiring commitment and struggle and more of the model of comparing prices at Wal-Mart and Target.

But that rant doesn’t end there, because then questions come up about whether or not we should be pressing our churches to deliver better, whether the church is doing a good job of meeting our needs, but even these questions open up even better counter questions that require more thinking. In front of all of these, to me, is whether or not the average person entering our churches know what their needs even are, and then whether they care what they are, and lastly, if they even want them addressed.

Because we can all go to church and sit there and hear a really good message about any variety of topics, and the message might actually have a lot to say about our life as we sit there, but we might think it doesn’t. Or we might think that it doesn’t really matter, or that we can just get by another day and hope that nothing happens to make us feel “bad” or convicted in the next day or so.

But all of that really doesn’t even matter when we start to think of the Bride of Christ as an optional retreat that either meets our predetermined purposes or doesn’t. And I don’t want to get on a high horse about divorce or anything because it’s not really my point, but if we look at the Bride as a place that either “does it for us” or “doesn’t do it for us,” then no wonder we can do the same thing with spouses and friendships.

What if churches could be bodies of people working towards the same goals instead of a bunch of people fighting over the key that the music was played in that week, or whether The Message Bible is heresy. Or shouldn’t be called a Bible for that matter.

I believe that the Bride should be cared for and worked with and given a measure of grace to fix herself. Because that’s what I hope my literal bride will always do for me. So in that metaphor I start to wonder, how can we all get together to make the church better and help her struggle through bad times instead of just looking for the one that seems like it’s doing what we want. Because, guess what … that church has a whole different set of issues that will pop up when you allow yourself to see it clearly the way you see your current situation.

Target has some pretty great sales, and some pretty bad prices on some stuff. But then again, so does Wal-Mart, and so does the grocer store, and 7*Eleven and . . .

I'm not a Democrat ...

Or a Republican. I am sick of the stuffed suits that we elect (or sometimes don't even). I know it's cynical, but I feel like every politician is out to make money and be famous, maybe in that order, maybe reversed. I like some of them as thinkers and maybe even kind of good guys, and I believe that most of them mean well, but there's some sort of gap there.

I can't really get into the fact that it seems like most conservatives just want to get their cash and also make their friends money, and all of the dying people around the world are just unlucky. Even the programs aimed at aiding the developing world seem like a pat on the back to justify not paying taxes. And I can't really get into the increasing self-congratulatory manner in which liberals hate conservatives. Our troops are still in Iraq and Afghanistan, and all over, so how are you guys different?

All I really know is that I hate the political season that is fast approaching. I barely made it through the last one with all of the hatred and fighting. And the TV commercials! They're kind of funny at first, like John Kerry is responsible for everything bad that has ever happened, or Bush is trying to kill your grandma by cutting off her healthcare - but then by the end it's just sad.

Christians in America need to wake up to the fact that neither party is looking to advance God's Kingdom. They just aren't. And that doesn't mean we don't vote or stay active politically, what it means is that aligning ourselves with a party line is aligning ourselves with the Father in Heaven. It's pushing agendas that we as average citizens don't even realize.

All this is boiled down to how do we love people better? Is it by making them behave certain ways because laws say so? Is that really life-changing? No way. Jesus' agenda was to love the unlovable, to reach the unreachable and to make the outcast the most revered. I don't see modern American politics or politicians effectively doing, or even trying, much of this at all.