Year: 2013 (Page 3 of 37)

On Giving: Pastors give too

Today’s guest post on giving comes from a dear friend, Trevor, who serves as a pastor with a community of people rethinking church. I’ve partnered with Trevor for years, sharing the task of coming up with jr. high camp activities or digging into historical contexts of scriptures.  I value his insight as much as his sense of humor: though he takes God very seriously, he’s careful not to take himself too seriously, which is the most welcoming and engaging position for leaders. You can follow him on the Twitter – @JCCFindlayor listen to the podcast (which I highly recommend – the Christmas series is using the best holiday movies as the guide! I can’t wait to hear him teach on Elf!) 

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I’m a pastor. My dad was a pastor. So it’s safe to say that I have been in church for nearly every Sunday of my life. Except for college, because you know, that’s what you do. I grew up being taught that you give 10% of your income to God. That’s what you do. And now that I’m a pastor, that’s what I teach as well. You give 10% of your income to God. That’s what you do.
That’s what I do, too.  Not because God needs my money. God doesn’t need money.  And God doesn’t want me to give because the church needs money.  While it’s true that the church does need money to operate, that’s not why God expects me to give.
Here’s why I give.
It’s a spiritual issue.  Somehow we get the idea that it’s not a spiritual topic.  It very much IS a spiritual topic and one which we need to be informed about rather than ignore.  We don’t have an issue with talking about investing, 401K pensions, debt, etc. outside the church, but as soon as we talk about it inside the church then alarms go off.  But it’s a spiritual topic and we need to address it. Jesus talked about money more than any other topic, so it’s safe to say that there are spiritual implications involved in what we give or don’t give. It’s a spiritual issue and I’ll never ask the people in my church to do something that I don’t already do.
God has me give because it’s me who needs to give it… because it makes me more like Christ.  Every Sunday in worship I end my prayer with the phrase, “Help us to be shaped more and more in the image of your Son, Jesus, in who’s name we pray, AMEN.”  That’s not just in our character or thoughts, but it’s also in our actions, and yes our giving.  I can’t claim to be a spiritually mature Christian if I’m not giving.  By definition a Christian is Christlike and Christ is a giver.  John 3:16 tells us that God is a giver.  For God SO LOVED the world that He GAVE…   We love because He first loved us.  We give because He first gave for us.  It makes me more like Christ.
I also give because it’s a reminder of ownership.  The word steward, where we get the word stewardship, means manager; not owner.  I am actually an asset manager for God.  I get in trouble when I get in the wrong position.  When I start viewing it as “my money” then I get into trouble.  I get into trouble when I switch seats with God.
Suppose your banker takes your money from your savings account to spend for their personal use.  How is that going to go over?  It’s not theirs to use in such a way and that’s how bankers end up in prison, right?  God gives us money, and sometimes we act like the banker and squander the owner’s money.  God owns all that we have and entrusts us to use it wisely for Him.  Giving reminds me that God is the owner and I am the manager.
God wants me to give because it provides me with a way to be involved in God’s work.  Christ chose to build His Church through people, and chose to fulfill His mission through the Church, and as a follower of Jesus my giving ought to reflect the character of Christ and help to fulfill His mission.
Kingdom Investor is my role. I give to God and to mission and vision and to the ministry that God wants to do through my local church.  I give because God has chosen to work through our church body to effect change in our community.  Our church is a platform and launch site from which we can better love our neighbors and impact lives.  To the extent to which I don’t give, I hinder what God is asking us to do for the people that God loves.
That’s why I give.

The magic penny

I just needed one thing: coffee creamer. We even let the Kroger cashier check us out to be quicker. But the nice, chatty older woman behind me couldn’t let it be just that. 
The girls were waiting patiently, playing the touch-as-many-candy-bars-as-you-can-and-ask-what-each-of them-are-called game. Of course one asked for one, and I gave them my standard look that reminded them their chances were better if they wished for a fairy. 
The cat lady behind us would have none of it. (I’m not embellishing – her basket was filled with Fancy Feast.) “Oh, how sweet,” she said. “Can I buy them one?”
“Oh, no – that’s alright. They don’t need it. But thank you for the offer,” I politely responded. 
We get nearly all the way through with our useless Kroger Plus points and I tell the girls to each grab a bag. Cat Lady looks at me again. “My son and grandkids are out in California. I never get to treat them to things like this.” I gave some expression of sympathy that it stinks to live far from family and tried to move on. 
She gave me The Look. Head tilted forward, eyes looking up, and she poked a thumb toward the candy rack. “Please?” 
Alright girls, you scored big. 

Malvina Reynolds: Song Lyrics and Poems. Also, 4-H Camp. 
I told them that the generous woman behind us wanted them to each pick a piece of candy because she was so nice. They didn’t have to be told twice. Though the did have to look at each candy bar repeatedly to ensure they were making the best decision. We left, candy in hand. I’m praying they don’t start asking people behind us in line if they’ll buy them a candy bar. 
I really didn’t want to let Cat Lady treat them. Mostly because we just had a weekend of indulgent eating and, as mentioned, I don’t want them to think that strangers should just buy them something they want. (Is this an unrealistic fear?) But The Look trapped me – I couldn’t say no. I neither wanted to be the person who was so uptight about sugar for her kids nor wanted to steal joy from an old woman who just wanted to be nice.  So I caved. 

One of my major goals for my “Jesus Year” is to begin to live more generously. I’ve been struck recently by the generosity of others in my life, even if in seemingly small ways – a friend bought me a drink one evening, another one treated me to a cup of coffee.  Now a random stranger wanted to give my kids the small joy of a candy bar. 

To put it nicely, I would never do that. I would try. I would want to. I would intend to. But follow through? Psh. 
My friends, and especially Cat Lady, are teaching me what I’m missing with my fist-clenched lifestyle: the joy of giving. Watching 2 little girls as their eyes light up selecting the perfect chocolate (ahem, Butterfinger) and knowing I was a part of that. I helped make that happen. 
Perhaps I’m not generous because I’ve not practiced being generous. I don’t know that beautiful feeling, so I falsely believe that keeping my own to myself brings the utmost gratification. 
A friend of mine put on FB one time: Dear God: May I be generous to a fault. May I be so lavish in my generosity that people even consider me wasteful. Unreasonable. Imprudent. Because then, maybe they will get even a glimpse of how You have been toward me.
It caught me and stuck. Yes, that. What if I were to live as generously as God has been to me? What if I lived like I believed? I believe God to be generous, what if I lived like it were true? What would that look like? 
I’m challenged to stop looking only at the bottom line. (Sure, the bottom line counts somewhere, but it’s not the only question to be asked). Because I do believe in a God that transcends the Maths. He multiplies and divides and always has enough. 

On Giving: From an Angel Tree Kid

I met Jenna over 10 years ago (I feel so much older saying that…) at what I like to refer to as “Youth Director Boot Camp” as we both began in the youth ministry world. I loved her heart for other people. We both grew up, got married and had babies. She’s a counselor now, currently walking through the steps of living out her dream of helping kids using horse therapy. You can follow her journey over at her blog, A Classic Work in Progress or on Facebook.

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I was an angel tree kid.

I am not sure what people envision when they pull a name off of the tree at Christmas, choosing a child to be gifted by your generosity. Do you assume certain family situations. Races ? Politics? Welfare? And what happens to those kids?
I can’t speak for all of those little angels. But I can speak for one. For a period of time I was an Angel Tree kid. I don’t know if it was the official “angel tree” program. I am certain it was through our church. And someone shopped for gifts for me, like most programs.
A little history: we were never on welfare. My parents were divorced. We actually lived quite well for a while on a small horse farm. As time went on, things progressively changed. By my 8th grade year we were struggling. During this time my mom worked a minimum of 2 jobs. I had 2 sisters, one had moved out to college (which she paid for herself) and working. We lived in a nice town. Were involved in sports, 4-h, horseback riding and we worked while maintaining good grades.
So why Angel tree? Well one job my mom had was Walmart. And another as a CNA – not well paying jobs. And to be honest, in retrospect my mom was not making the best financial decisions. She never touched a drug in her life, but I can see now that her brain tumors were affecting her back then.
From what I am aware of, we were on church support programs from that time on. I remember getting Thanksgiving baskets too. I think my mom let us know about the source the gifts and food from the beginning.
There are a few pictures and emotions that I connect with significantly. Good, bad or indifferent. Sometimes I was grateful sometimes I was not. I’m just being honest.
I remember one year receiving a cd walkman I had asked for. I cannot tell you how much that meant to me. I don’t remember a single other gift I got that year. But this was what I wanted and I could listen to my music in privacy without criticism about choice or volume. It created a little world for me. I knew these gifts were from the program and someone out there in the bigger world thought of me, my wants and my hopes.
After some recent discussion about used gifts, I think about a situation with a “used” gift – not from Angel Tree. I remember opening a gift in 8th grade from probably “Santa” that was clearly a well used puzzle. MY puzzle. Yes, one i already owned and had put together. I was confused and disappointed. This was out of the ordinary. I wondered about my mom seriously. Not sure if it was her illness or we were that broke. But I wonder how embarrassing that was for her when I was clearly not excited about it. I wonder if parents feel that way when their kids get well loved gifts from strangers.
As a recipient, I remember getting clothing that I loved and shirts that I did not. To get the gift receipt and exchange it for something I liked, just like any other Christmas present, helped me feel more normal and more myself (since I already wasn’t cool in high school) and that is an empowering gift.
I asked my sister her thoughts, looking back on our experience. The thing that stood out to her is that it helped her know that God didn’t forget about us. Is there really anything else more important than that? (FYI she now is a Big Brother/Big Sister in her area and donates toys to needy kids every year).
And now, that Angel Tree Kid, me, some 15-20 years later: She has a family. A masters degree. Helps people for a living. Lives comfortably. Is happy and extremely aware of how blessed she is. 
I look forward to sponsoring a few families through Catholic Charities, the main organizer of this program in our area. We have sponsored 2 families , 5 kids total. I take their list with me to the Day after Thanksgiving shopping to get good deals on a few things they want. I don’t buy everything – I am not wealthy. But I make sure some of their requests are filled as closely as possible. I even throw in something for the parent if there is any info, like some pampering stuff or a gift card to a grocery store.
I do it out of a mix of emotions and reasons. Gratitude. Guilt. Fun. Excitement. Obligation. Charity. Self-fulfillment. Selfishness. Obedience. Empathy.
I look forward to involving my toddler more in the future. To see a world of real struggling people out side of our own who need him. Showing people that God hasn’t forgotten about them. If for nothing more than a coat or a toy. It doesn’t take much.
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