New Blog

For those of you who know Brent Norton, he’s spending the semester overseas. He’s created a blog called Amazed and Restored that chronicles his journey. You should check it out sometime.

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Bring Them to Jesus

The portrait of Jesus in Mark 10 is one of my favorites. The disciples have been arguing about their place in the Kingdom. The Pharisees continue to seek out Jesus in order to test him. As the rich young ruler is waiting on deck to prove himself, Jesus is spending time with the children.

13 People were bringing little children to Jesus for him to place his hands on them, but the disciples rebuked them. 14 When Jesus saw this, he was indignant. He said to them, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these. 15 Truly I tell you, anyone who will not receive the kingdom of God like a little child will never enter it.” 16 And he took the children in his arms, placed his hands on them and blessed them. (TNIV)

The ancient attitude toward children was much different than ours. In Greek society, the one-child family was most common. Infanticide was rampant. Unwanted children were often left on trash heaps or in some isolated place. Others were sold to slave traders. The boys were put to work in hard labor as soon as they were old enough. The girls were put to work, too, but in a different vocation, their innocence taken from them much too early.

This is the context we are transported into in Mark 10. And yet, the Gospel writer uses children to paint a portrait of discipleship. As others clamor around Jesus to satiate their self-serving purposes, Jesus blesses these little ones who freely receive the gift of the Kingdom. The weakest, most insignificant, most vulnerable members of society are lauded as paragons of discipleship.

Notice what the text says: “People were bringing little children to Jesus.” I’m convinced the best thing we can do for our children is to bring them to Jesus. I believe that with all of my heart and I’m thankful for each parent, minister, coach and teacher who will participate in the spiritual development of my children. If you’re going to be one of those people for my children, then I thank you in advance.

But I can’t just read this passage as a father. I must also read it as a disciple. This passage is far deeper than my individualistic interpretation of it. There’s a local and even a global dimension to discipleship. The greatest thing we can do for the children of Huntsville is to bring them to Jesus. The children of Butler Terrace need Him just as surely as the children of Hampton Cove.

In our own country, nearly 13 million children live in poverty. But our poverty is another nation’s wealth. According to UNICEF, 30,000 children a day die because of their impoverished lifestyle. This number could be drastically reduced if these children simply had access to clean drinking water. In Africa, 6,000 children a day are orphaned due to the AIDS pandemic sweeping across the continent. The International Justice Mission estimates that each year, 1 million new children are forced into the sex trafficking trade. It’s amazing how little the world has changed in 2,000 years.

I would say these children are the insignificant, the weak, the forgotten among us who most desperately need a word of hope. A word of truth. A word of Gospel, of Good News. Who will bring them to Jesus? Who will meet their physical needs that they might have their spiritual needs met? Who will pray for them? Who will bind their wounds? Again, I ask, who will bring them to Jesus?

May a spirit of compassion well up within God’s people.

If not us, who?
If not now, when?

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Home Sweet Home

I’ll be in and out a lot this week as we prepare for the big move. Wednesday, we’ll be closing on the old house at 9:00AM and we turn around and close on the new house at 10:30. Between now and then, we have two walk-throughs, a ton of packing to do and a new fridge to purchase…and believe it or not, we’re not too overwhelmed (shalom, anyone?).


Here’s a pic of the new digs. Once we get settled and unpacked, you’ll have to swing by for a celebratory piece of Sunny’s chocolate pie…that is, unless you’re a member of Skinny ‘N Rich, in which case we’ll have some lowfat tofu for you to munch on.

Hope you guys have a good week. We’ll keep you posted on things. I’m sure making this move with two two-year-olds is bound to yield some blog-worthy humor over the course of the week. See ya on the other side!

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Shalom

I haven’t been able to do much blogging lately. It seems as if things have been unbelievably hectic these past few weeks. The pace of ministry has kept me fairly busy this month; in addition to my regular teaching responsibilities in our youth ministry, I was part of a team of adults who led our 8th grade students to Winterfest last weekend in Gatlinburg. I’ve had the opportunity to preach every other week for the past 6 weeks so I continue to try and balance my time between Bible study / sermon prep and ministering to the people of our church (visiting hospitals, shut-ins, etc.). At home, Sunny and I are really enjoying our twin 2-year-olds, but they’re at that age when the demands of tending to them can really drain you. Sunny continues to progress well through her pregnancy, but her energy level is gradually decreasing, meaning more responsibility around the house for Dad. My graduate school load is lighter than it’s been in over a year (only 6 hours this semester), but there are always books to be read and deadlines to be met. To top it off, we’ve sold one house and purchased another this month (we close on Wednesday!!), so any spare moments are spent packing boxes and making house repairs.

As I read back over that paragraph, I’m afraid all of this sounds like I’m whining and I’m really not. Honestly, I’m convinced that the pace of my life probably is no different than anyone else’s. I just say all of that to say that in the midst of all of this chaos, I’ve really neglected my personal time with God. By keeping such a busy pace, I’ve allowed virtually no time for contemplation, meditation or prayer in the past few weeks. As a result, my worship has suffered. This is unfortunate, especially considering we just spent a month with the teens talking about worship. But it seems as if there’s always one more call to take, one more email to respond to, one more meeting to attend. My Google calendar has become my idol. And my life has become one joyless, chaotic whirlwind of activity.

I came to this realization yesterday in the car. At the end of another too busy day, I thought to myself, “Jason, you need some shalom.” Shalom is a Hebrew word rife with meaning. It expresses the concept of peace, of wholeness of life, of God presence. I put in one of my favorite worship CDs and let the music flood over my heart. It had been so long since I’d truly stopped and worshipped. I recalled the Scripture “Draw near to God and he will draw near to you,” and God was quick to keep that promise. In a matter of seconds, I was crying. Ironically, my cell phone rang just at that moment. (I’m beginning to realize that nothing impedes my spiritual life lately more than my cell phone.) But I ignored it and for the next 30 minutes, I drank deeply in the presence of God. And I felt shalom for the first time in a long time.

Father, forgive me for my self-importance and my pride. Forgive me for letting the chaos drown you out. May my life be lived out of the overflow of your shalom. May the song I sing be one of joy and love. May the peace of Christ reign in me, O Father.

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Pitchy

So for the past few seasons, Sunny and I have really gotten into American Idol. After all the audition episodes, we’ve really been looking forward to the real competition starting. Last night, the top 12 guys competed in the first “live” performances of the season.

My summary of their performances: ugh…

Previous male performers like Chris Daughtry, Bo Bice & Clay Aiken have set the bar pretty high for me. This year’s guys warbled their way to the worst opening night in American Idol history. Even last year’s mediocre winner Taylor Hicks could sing circles around this crop of boy band wannabes. What’s with dude taking his shoes off? What’s with the guy with the Sideshow Bob hair? (And what was up with Simon and Ryan’s awkward “sweetheart” conversation?) Simon hit the nail on the head all night long: these guys were terrible. You know it’s bad when Beat Box Boy has the night’s best performance.

My prediction: little Sanjaya gets sent packing this week. Here’s hoping the girls tonight are a lot better. If not, I may have to bow out of this season.

Your thoughts?

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Winterfest

Sunny and I will be heading to Gatlinburg this week for Winterfest. This makes about the 15th year in a row I’ve been. First time I went, my boy Lane and I were goofy underclassmen and we rode all the way up in David Kimball’s car blasting Dwight Yoakam and singing at the top of our lungs. What a memory! Seems like I remember a confrontation with Adam Dailey over a dime and some cheap slingshots. Good times.

Then there were the years Corey and I worked as WF interns. This is a rite of passage each Johnny Markham intern must endure. We didn’t get much sleep, but we had a lot of laughs. I’ll always remember riding back home in Johnny’s van and all our little inside jokes.

Now my friends and I are leading groups of teens to Gatlinburg to pass on WF’s legacy of spiritual enrichment to this generation of teens. It’s really amazing to see how far we’ve come since those first days of heading up the mountain. I hope this weekend will be yet another great memory for all of us. See you guys on the mountain!

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The Evolution of a Junior Preacher

Since I’ve made the move to “associate minister”, Gary’s gotten into this little habit of calling me the “junior preacher”. People ask me if it bothers me, and it really doesn’t. In fact, I kind of like it. I’ve even gotten in on the act, referring to myself as “Robin” to Gary’s “Batman”, or “Barney” to his “Andy”. If Gary weren’t picking on me, I wouldn’t know he liked me. Plus, it gives me the chance to fire back with a few witty barbs of my own from time to time. I can take it, but I like to dish it, too.

The title is also a fitting description of where I’m at professionally right now. I enjoy every opportunity I get to preach and I continue to feel that’s where God is leading me. But there are so many other elements of the job that I need to be exposed to. I feel like each day I’m learning a little more about the ministry of preaching. Case in point: I conducted my first funeral service today. It was a graveside service for the father of one of our members. I really wasn’t nervous, but I’m glad to have that first one under my belt now. For the past 3 or 4 months, it’s been an absolute privilege to join Gary as we make visits to hospitals and nursing homes, visiting some of our dear sweet members. I’ve learned so much over the past few months, but I know there’s still a lot I need to learn. Like finding the right spot to clip the microphone onto my tie (needed GB’s help with that one Sunday).

Through all of this, I’m reminded that we’re all in process. We’re all in various stages of becoming. The older I get, the more it seems that life is about discovering who God created you to be. I’m thankful for the opportunity I have every day to grow a little closer to His goal for me, whatever it may be. I’m also thankful to have a spiritually-minded mentor like Gary to encourage me as I grow. I’m the beneficiary of so much. Tonight, I thank my God for the unmerited favor He’s sending my way. He’s been good, indeed.

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Jesus Likes Whoppers

Sunday morning, I met David and Robin. They’re a homeless couple that came to worship with us at Mayfair. They stopped by over the weekend and my friend Taylor helped them purchase some prescription drugs they needed. They decided to come back on Sunday morning for worship. When the communion tray was passed to them, Robin turned to the couple next to them and asked, “What is this?”

Robin was recently diagnosed with cervical cancer. She’s set for surgery next week. She and David have been staying at the Downtown Rescue Mission for several days; they’re working with the Housing Authority to procure government housing. Robin called me today because she needed some help with a few more prescription drugs. She and David were also hungry, so I offered to buy them lunch. When I asked her what she wanted, without hesitation Robin replied, “I been craving Burger King. Is that OK?”

When we walked in to Burger King, I had the chance to see firsthand what life must be like for David and Robin. Their clothes are ratty; they smell a little; you can tell they don’t bathe often. As a result, people stare at them. David and Robin placed their order while I waited in line behind them. As they finished, I stepped forward to order a water and pay for their meals. The girl behind the counter continued to look at Robin. “Your total is…” I had to tell her to wait, that our order wasn’t complete. With my slacks and button down shirt, I guess I didn’t look like I should be with them.

While we ate, I realized something: I’m uncomfortable around the poor. This is probably due to the fact that I spend very little time around the poor. This is unfortunate. It’s unfortunate because it means that I spend most of my time with people like me: white, middle-class, evangelical Christians. As I sat across the table from David and Robin, I realized how little I had in common with them. But as we continued to share table together, common ground began to emerge. Come to find out, we all love Burger King’s chicken sandwiches. We’re all equally passionate about our college football teams (Robin’s an Auburn fan, David yells “Roll Tide” and I, of course, bleed UT orange). We even share a belief in God and Jesus. With french fries as our communion, our corner booth became the table of fellowship and love.

Jesus said “whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.” Today I learned that Jesus likes Whoppers.

I wonder if he likes Big Macs…

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The Prayers of Two Year Olds

(Note: these pictures are kind of dated, but I thought they were appropriate.)

Abby Kate's prayer

Here’s Abby Kate’s bedtime prayer from last night. I might get some of the things out of order, but here’s the general gist (translation in parentheses):

Thank you, God, for Mommy and Daddy and Bubba and baby brother. Help baby be safe and healthy and strong. Help Mommy be strong. And thank you for Nana and Pawpaw and Wodger (Roger) and Buzz and Tara and Wichard (Richard) and Eefan (Ethan) and Micah and Hope and my bed and my dress. It’s so pretty. And for Gina (Regina) and Bizabef (Elizabeth) and Corey and Tia (Alisha) and Will and Gon (Jon) and Stay-see and Lawson and baby Jordan and Minnie Mouse and my house and Sawa (Sarah) and Wodney (Rodney) and PJs and food and blanket and Piglet and my baby (her toy doll) and….Jesus! Amen. 

And here’s Joshua’s prayer:

Thank you, Jesus. Amen. 

Women: 25,000 words a day. Men: 10,000 words a day. Even at age 2.

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Fun w/ Daddy

Football season may be a long way off, but we’re ready here at our house! Go Vols!

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