Out West: Rockies Game

Tonight we closed out our vacation with a Rockies game at Coors Field in Denver. You probably already know this about us, but our family is really into baseball. As in, we’re kinda fanatical about it. In fact, we’re doing this family odyssey to see a ball game at all 30 major league stadiums. I had the chance to visit Coors Field with a good friend back in 1998, but this was the first visit for the rest of the family. So that puts Sunny up to 20 current big league stadiums; Joshua and Abby Kate are now at 11; and Jackson has been to 9 current parks.

IMG_0383I use the MLB Ballpark app every time I go to a ball game. It has a “check in” feature that unlocks team store discounts, ticket upgrades, etc., but I love it because the app maintains a journal of your ball game experiences. For the past several years, I’ve used the app to load pictures of all our game experiences and I love looking back through the journal feature as a way of reminiscing. Anyway, I checked in and it automatically posted across all my social media platforms. Ordinarily, I don’t like doing this…and honestly, I forgot that I had that feature turned on. But in this case, I’m glad I did, because the post notified a couple of our friends that we were at tonight’s game. And wouldn’t you know it, our friends happened to be at the same game! Moreover, they were seated one section over from us! We spent the middle innings catching up with them and even had the chance to snap a group photo after the game. What a special treat!

The game was fun. We had an unexpected pitcher’s duel until about the sixth inning. After that, both offenses came alive and the runs started piling up. The Rockies took the lead on a two-run double by Nolan Arenado and held on for a 9-5 victory. But the best part of the night for us took place just as the ninth inning was about to begin.

While Jason Motte was taking his warm-up throws from the mound for the ninth inning, a nicely dressed middle-aged man walked up the aisle and leaned over to say something to Jackson. “Did you get a foul ball tonight, son?” As he asked his question, he extended his hand to reveal the white whale of professional baseball games: an official Major League baseball. Grown men have been known to revert to a latently primitive, animalistic state just to get their hands on one hit foul. And here was this nice man, just handing one over to my son.

IMG_0270Jackson looked up with a look of shock and surprise. “No,” he said quietly. The kind gentleman simply put the ball in Jackson’s hand and turned back up the aisle to head out. It all happened so quickly and we were all so stunned that I barely had time to shout a word of thanks. The man smiled again, offered a simple wave, and he was gone.

No more than two minutes later, a Rockies fan came bounding up the aisle and said to us, “Do you know who that guy was? The guy that gave you that ball?” Everybody looked at me; I could only shrug and say, “Uh, no.”

Rockies fan said, “That was the Rockies owner, Charlie Monfort.”

We stared at him blankly.

Rockies fan said, “With all the Cardinals gear you guys are wearing, I figured you probably didn’t know who that was.”

Uh…yeah.

Mr. Monfort, I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, but just in case you do, your kindness created a priceless memory for one young nine-year-old tonight. Heck, we weren’t even wearing the “right” colors tonight — Cardinals red rather than Rockies purple — but you took the time to make one little boy feel extra special. No fanfare. No fuss. Just the sheer wonder that stirs in the heart of a little boy who rides home from the game with a ball in his hands.

Father to father, thank you.

And Go Rockies.

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Out West, Day 6

We spent our sixth day out west making a day trip over to Mount Evans. When we first started planning our trip, we knew there were several things we definitely wanted to do, like Rushmore, the Rocky Mountain National Park, etc. But I was eager to add to our list, so I did a quick Google search for things to do in Denver. One of the top attractions on multiple lists was the drive up to Mount Evans. And I have to say the trip did not disappoint.

(If you want to see more detailed pics, Sunny has posted a blog with great pictures from our day trip to Mount Evans.)

img_3206As one of Colorado’s “fourteeners”, Mount Evans is the highest summit of the Chicago Peaks. But what makes this such a unique trip is that the Mount Evans Scenic Byway is the highest paved road in the US. The views were pretty incredible, but driving was also quite terrifying! There were a few moments where I just had to focus on the lines on the road and not think about the fact that there were thousand-foot drop-offs just inches away!

The Bybee boys at Mount Evans

The Bybee boys at Mount Evans

The boys and I climbed up the final hundred feet or so to snap this picture at the tip top of the mountain. Of course, as soon as we made it to the top, a cloud rolled in and blocked our view. But you can still see a bit of the adjacent mountain in the background of this picture. It really is hard to put into words how incredible and terrifying this experience was! And I would totally do it again!

My takeaway from the drive to Mount Evans was amazement at the majesty of creation. In a world that preaches a relentless message of human priority and self-importance, it’s nice to be reminded that we’re awfully small in the grand scheme of things. Seriously.

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Out West, Days 4&5

We really enjoyed the first part of our vacation in western South Dakota. Thursday was spent making the trip from Rapid City, SD to Estes Park, CO. We arrived in Estes Park about an hour before sundown. Driving in on Highway 34 was breathtaking with incredible views along the Big Thompson River. We were able to do a little shopping downtown before turning in.

IMG_0736Friday morning we had an early horseback riding tour of Estes Park…and it was awesome! We were each outfitted with our own horse and we rode about 45 minutes to a “cowboy” breakfast buffet with pancakes, eggs, sausage, OJ, and cowboy coffee. In the name of full disclosure, I have to tell you that we had a pretty rough start. I’m pretty sure at one point our guide was trying to calm down / coach all three of our kids at one time! But after the first 5-10 minutes, everybody got the hang of it and we did pretty well.

After our horseback ride, we spent the rest of the day at the Rocky Mountain National Park. When we were in the Badlands a few days ago, I remember thinking, “This will probably be my favorite part of the trip.” The Badlands just have a unique beauty to them that captures my imagination. But as much as I enjoyed hiking through the Badlands, nothing can compare to the majesty of the Rocky Mountains. It was a deeply spiritual experience for me.

IMG_0752Jackson started feeling bad on our horseback tour and by the time we reached the National Park, he was about to fall asleep. So rather than immediately hitting up the Bear Lake Trailhead like we originally planned, we opted to set out on Trail Ridge Road instead. We made a quick stop at Alluvial Fan and then began our climb up into the sky. (Sunny has a more detailed account of the drive at her blog.) There were a couple of scary places along the way, but those turned out to be nothing compared to our adventure the next day. (More about that in tomorrow’s post.)

IMG_0755The highlight of the day for me was a conversation I had with Joshua at Nymph Lake. After hiking all the way to the top, we each sat down to enjoy the view of the lake and the surrounding mountain peaks. Joshua sat down beside me and said, “This would be a nice prayer spot.” There’s a place near our house that he goes sometimes when he just wants to spend some time with God. It’s a quiet place near a little pond out the back of our neighborhood and I think Nymph Lake reminded him of that tranquil spot.

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The “prayer spot” at Nymph Lake

I told Joshua that he was right, such a quiet location would be great for praying. “Let’s take a minute and pray right now,” I said. Joshua led us in a beautiful prayer and he said something that I thought was really profound. He was thanking God for all the things we had been able to see over the past few days: the Badlands, the Rocky Mountains, Bear and Nymph Lake, etc. And then he said, “But, God, even though all of these things belong to you, you tell us that we are your prized possession. And that’s pretty awesome.”

And I couldn’t agree more with Joshua’s assessment: God has created some pretty wondrous things (which have been on full display for us these past few days) but He still considers us His greatest creation, His beloved and treasured image-bearers.

And we, out of all creation, became his prized possession. — James 1.18

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Out West, Day 3

Our third day out west has been a full one. We spent the day touring Badlands National Park and it was incredible. I’m really thankful that Sunny is taking a ton of photos and keeping a more detailed photo log of our trip over at her blog, but the pictures don’t even do justice to the topography. In some ways, the landscape is harsh enough to be unsightly, but there’s also a powerful sense of beauty here. I know this will be a day we’ll remember for a long time.

IMG_0709We drove a little further and entered the park at the northeast entrance closest to the Visitor’s Center. We stopped at the first overlook and took plenty of pictures. Of course, the boys were super excited to run around and take it all in — especially Jackson. I could totally see him working out here one day as a park ranger or something.

Jackson "in the cleft of the rock"

Jackson “in the cleft of the rock”

Our first hike of the day was the most rigorous – Notch Trail. Halfway through the hike, there’s a huge ladder that you have to climb. I think the hike is only 1.5 miles, but our crew was plenty winded after climbing the ladder. While the others sat in the shade and rehydrated, Jackson and I finished the hike which summits at a beautiful point overlooking the White River Valley.

We also completed two other hikes, Door and Window, each of which was less than a mile. But after Notch, nobody was complaining about that. In fact, by the time we were ready to take on Door Trail, the girls decided to wait in the car while the men folk set out for a final expedition. At the end of the Door Trail, the boys and I took a celebratory selfie.

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These Badlands start treating us good

At the end of Door Trail, the boys and I sat down to rest. I don’t know how it happened, but we had an impromptu devotional right there on the spot, thanking God for creating such wondrous beauty and allowing us to witness it. After our prayer, Jackson sat by himself for a few minutes and I snapped this candid picture of my boy taking in the wonder of God’s creation.

IMG_0729After our hikes, we hit up the Visitor’s Center again for some snacks before driving through the scenic loop. We saw all kinds of animals: prairie dogs, mountain goats, pronghorns, etc. It was great to just take our time driving through and soaking in the sights here.

We finished the evening with dinner at Wall Drug Store. This was one of my favorite days. So grateful for this time together as a family.

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Out West, Day 2

Today was a fun day. We woke up in Cheyenne and drove four hours to Wind Cave in South Dakota. Some time last year, as we were preparing for this trip, Sunny and I bought a book on the National Parks. I’d read about Wind Cave — the Native American legends about the Cave, the way it was extensively mapped by Alvin McDonald in the 1890s — and I really wanted us to check it out. Only a handful of people are able to take the candlelight tour each day, so I was excited when I was able to secure us a reservation about a month ago. We toured the depths of the cave with candle buckets as our only source of light — just like it was the 1890s. Unfortunately, they don’t allow cameras and/or flash photography in the cave, so we didn’t get any pictures. But I spent most of the hike walking with Abby Kate, who rocked it like a champ! Sunny commented that this was one of the most adventurous things we’ve done together as a family and I would have to agree. Jackson especially loved it. Hannah, our tour guide, gave him a few special responsibilities and Jackson just ate it up. At one point, as Jackson took off climbing up one of the cave walls, Hannah said, “Boy, you’re like a little monkey, buddy!” Yes, welcome to my world, lady.

After leaving Wind Cave, we took a scenic drive through Custer State Park. Sunny took several pictures of prairie dogs and buffalo, but she’ll post those to her blog at a later date. It took us a couple of hours — with a few stops in between — but we eventually made it to Mount Rushmore just as the sun was setting. I was worried that we wouldn’t get many good pictures, but I think they turned out okay.

We decided to stay for the evening “lighting” of the monument, which was really cool. They had a special video presentation that highlighted the accomplishments of each of the four Presidents, followed by the lighting of the monument at dusk. A park ranger asked for all active duty and retired military to come to the stage for the lowering and removing of the flag. It was definitely a moving ceremony and a great way to end our day.

The Bybees at Mt. Rushmore

The Bybees at Mt. Rushmore

The little monkey climbed in my arms for a quick pic at Mt. Rushmore

The little monkey climbed in my arms for a quick pic at Mt. Rushmore

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Out West, Day 1

IMG_0156Today we set out on our summer family vacation. We began the day at home in Huntsville and we’re bedding down tonight in Cheyenne, Wyoming. Tomorrow we wake up and head to Wind Cave and Mount Rushmore. We’ve been planning this trip for quite some time and I’m really looking forward to the next couple of days together.

A couple of years ago, I blogged about our big family road trip (you can read about Day 1 of the summer 2014 baseball road trip here). It was a great trip with lots of fun car games, deep conversations, plenty of good music, and some fantastic memories. I’m hoping that this trip will be more of the same.

This is the family selfie that inaugurates the official vacation journey. He’s hard to see, but Jackson is back there somewhere in the back. Not much to report today since we spent most of the day either on a plane or in a car. We did have one near-catastrophe: in our haste to get all the luggage (and children) loaded up, I completely forgot to put the garage door down. Thankfully, a friend texted me to let me know and he was able to take care of it for me.

My favorite memory of the day came this afternoon in Colorado. We were driving north of Denver on our way to Cheyenne and Sunny spotted these HUGE dandelions on the side of the highway. That led to a conversation about how we would go pick dandelions as kids and the fun we’d have by blowing the seeds and watching the wind whisk them away. We stopped for dinner a few miles down the road and as we were heading back to I-25, we spotted some more ginormous dandelions. So I made Sunny get out of the car and re-live an old childhood memory. Here’s the picture I took of her with her baseball-sized dandelion!

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Stay tuned for more to come this week as the Bybee family tours the great American West!

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Let Justice Roll Down

But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream. — Amos 5:24

In these times, the “not yet” nature of the Kingdom of God is felt most profoundly. At every turn it seems ours is a world gone mad. As a person of faith, I find myself groaning along with all creation (Romans 8:22), longing for God to move swiftly and justly against the forces of evil.

Justice is a universal human longing. From our earliest days, we cry foul, appealing to some innate sense of right and wrong, fair and not. And yet, I’ve come to believe that such an intrinsically human desire can only be satiated by divine intervention. Who among us can claim to deliver justice truly and impartially, bound as we are by the insufficiencies of our flesh? Who would you trust to render an absolute, ultimate judgment on even the most insignificant matters in our lives? Our longing for justice can only be met by an “other” – one possessing objective access to all truth.

What must it say about God that the embedded desire for justice cuts across all social and cultural barriers, uniting humanity in both protest and hopefulness?

And as we know full well, there’s plenty to protest. Justice was not served this week in the Stanford rape case. This is not a case about public intoxication; it is a matter of sexual assault. In an all-too-familiar headline, a young woman was victimized by the selfishness and recklessness of another. And while she lives with the physical and emotional burden of that horrific night (as she detailed in the courageous letter she read to her attacker), the rapist receives a mere slap on the wrist. As fathers, we shudder to consider the implications of raising daughters in such a culture.

This is not justice.

This morning, news broke of a nightclub shooting in Florida, evidently the work of a radical terrorist. This was a hate crime, plain and simple, born in the heart of one man who despised an entire group of people, those who were “other” to him. In what is being described as the deadliest shooting in U.S. history, the gunman assassinated 50 people, injuring dozens more at a gay nightclub in Orlando. This case is not about your beliefs about the LGBT community; nor is it a platform for you to sermonize about gun control. It’s about terrorism and hate. Some may find a morsel of satisfaction in the fact that Orlando police shot and killed the gunman.

And yet, this is not justice either, at least not in the fullest sense of the word.

Biblical justice is rooted in the righteousness of God. The two terms are linked linguistically and theologically. Hebrew scholar Abraham Joshua Heschel writes:

Justice is usually defined as giving every person his due. Greeks used numerical symbols like the number 8 to express the essence of justice: two contra-posited terms. 8 is divisible, balanced, like the image of the scales. In contrast, the biblical notion is rooted in the righteousness of God – a surging stream of never-ending movement. Obstacles must be washed away for justice to be done. No rock is so hard that water cannot pierce it. Justice is not a mere norm, but a fighting drive. God’s mighty stream brings life to parched land. Righteousness is a vast and mighty stream because God is its source.

Thus Amos cries out for the justice of God to “roll down like waters.” The prayer is actually a promise, coming to Amos in the voice of God Himself. Amos would have his audience hear these words coming from heaven, the voice of an “other” whose righteousness will one day wash the land clean of wickedness and evil. And heaven thunders, “What ought to be, shall be.” If this is not true, then God is neither righteous nor just.

I write this tonight because I need to remember. I need to remember that we should never turn a blind eye to the injustices all around us. We should never give in to the impulse to unnecessarily assess equal blame, to somehow imply that a victim is responsible for the harm inflicted upon her. But I also need to remember that I am incapable of meting out the true justice that my heart seeks. I am limited: by my perspective, by my understanding, by the boundaries of my own empathy. Therefore, I especially need to remember that bloodlust and justice are never the same thing.

For every woman who has been similarly assaulted, abused, blamed, and rejected…

For every person who has similarly suffered because of the deep-seeded hatred of another…

Tonight, my prayer is that justice would roll down.

Righteous justice from on high — Heschel’s “surging stream of never-ending movement” — is the only longing great enough, grand enough, and true enough to sustain us in our tribulation.

Come quickly, Lord.

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Nine Years Old

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My little daredevil on the ski lift Gatlinburg, Spring 2016

Today our youngest turns nine years old, which is really hard for me to believe.

Sidebar: I’m not one of those people who has a problem with getting older. I know plenty of adults who complain about their age or dress like they’re a decade younger. Not me. I’ll turn 40 this year and I have no problem with that. Honestly, 40 feels about right. But where I find myself bucking reality is when it comes to the age of my children. I honestly can’t believe how quickly they’re growing up. It’s like I’m living in a time warp or something. In some ways it seems as if they just got here and all of a sudden their childhood is half over. Seriously.

Nine years ago, God brought a strong-willed bundle of life into our family. Sunny’s pregnancy was fraught with complications, but God delivered our third child to us at 9:01am on June 11, 2007. After deliberating back and forth for months, we decided to name him Jackson Cash; Jackson, which means “God has been gracious” and Cash, which means “peace.” (You can read the full etymology here.) Sunny and I wanted Jackson’s name to serve as a constant reminder of the gracious provision of God. And our prayer for him is that his name would be a testimony to the shalom of the Lord.

Jackson is one of the most determined people I know. I love watching him focus on a project and seeing it through to completion. Whether it’s school work, art work, or his latest LEGO creation, Jackson doesn’t give up and I love that about my son. I also love that he isn’t overly concerned with the perception of others. I believe that it takes a unique person to be a sibling to a set of multiples. While his brother and sister are kind of a “unit” — they usually receive the same privileges at or around the same time; they’re in the same class; they have the same friends; etc. — Jackson is comfortable being his own person. He’s unfazed by what others are doing. More often than not, he’s going to go his own way. And I love this about Jackson as well. It reminds me of another Bybee man — Jackson’s grandfather.

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June 11, 2016

Jackson, you bring us so much joy. I cannot imagine our family without you. I love being silly with you. I love cuddling on the couch with you and watching Star Wars. I love your wild storytelling ability. I love your adventurous spirit. I love your headstrong confidence. I love listening to your prayers. And I love that you’re my son.

Happy birthday, son!

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What the Picture Sounds Like

Sunny and Jason, Nov. 2013 (photo taken by Kristen Moore)

Sunny and Jason, Nov. 2013 (photo taken by Kristen Moore)

This is probably my favorite photo. Like, seriously. I could look at this picture forever. It is such a gift to me. A good friend of ours captured this moment a couple of years ago. We’d asked her to take some family pictures and after posing with the kids for about an hour, we wanted a couple of pictures of just the two of us. I know the exact location where this picture was taken, a little more than a mile from our house.

I can’t remember what I said that made her laugh, but Kristen perfectly captured Sunny’s smile. When you get her to really laugh, Sunny’s eyes get all squinty and she starts to cry and that’s the kind of laugh that is captured in this photo. The only thing that would be better is if the picture came with a soundtrack. After being with her for 20 years, I know exactly what this picture sounds like.

Another aspect I love about this picture is that Sunny is the focal point. She is in perfect clarity in this shot; I’m offset and a bit on the fuzzy side. (Literally. Check out that sweet beard.) And I think, more than anything, that’s why this particular piece of art speaks to me: it captures my perspective. This is the point of view that I most cherish in my life. I know I am the one to see her for who she truly is, to see her with precision and clarity. I’m reminded of this every time I look at this photo.

This afternoon, over lunch, we played a little game with the kids. As a way of celebrating her birthday, I asked the kids a series of true or false questions about their mother’s favorite color (blue), her favorite movie (Beauty and the Beast), her favorite musician (Harry Connick, Jr.). The kids did pretty well; in fact, they answered most questions correctly. But they were most impressed that I knew so much about her. In fact, I would argue that I’m the world’s foremost expert on all things Sunny Shates Bybee (with Sunny Shates Bybee finishing a close second).

Over 20 years, my perspective of Sunny has crystallized to this: she is the best person I know. In this space one year ago, I wrote about her enduring goodness and the past 12 months have done nothing to change my opinion. I have never known anyone who wanted to do the right thing more consistently and more completely than Sunny. To be honest, early on in our relationship, this would sometimes drive me batty. (For those of you who knew me growing up, you’ll recall that there was a time when this wasn’t exactly my strong suit.) But today, I’m simply thankful for her goodness, the force of which has made me a better person in more ways than I can enumerate.

Beneath this smile, there is steely strength and resolve — qualities that have been tested over the past few years. Hers is not the smile of the charmed life free from the burden of sorrow and worry. Rather, it is the smile of one who trusts completely despite evidence to the contrary. It is the joyous expression of one who walks daily with Jesus.

Sunny, today is your birthday. It’s the day we celebrate you and give thanks for your birth. We cherish you for who you are to us: mother, daughter, friend, wife. You’ve been in my life for 20 years, but I honestly cannot remember what my life was like before you. And, for the record, I don’t want to. I only pray for many more years in the picture with you, for time brings clarity and your beauty and goodness grow deeper with each passing moment. I can’t wait to hear what this picture sounds like 20 years from now. I love you and happy birthday.

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Love Is Our Mission: When “Go” Means “Stay”

I recently began writing a series on the missional nature of the church entitled, “Love is Our Mission.” We noted that God has a mission, a mission that was accomplished through sending Jesus into the world (John 3:16). And we noted that before He leaves, Jesus leaves his disciples with a mission, a mission that is to be accomplished as they, too, are sent into the world (Acts 1:8). As a church, we share in this mission to go and make disciples of all nations (Matt. 28). And the love is the motivation for the mission.

And now we can build on these ideas by looking at a story about Jesus recorded in Mark 5:1-20.

The scene opens as Jesus and the disciples cross the Sea of Galilee and land in the region of the Gerasenes. This is a Gentile region, as evidenced by the fact that they’re raising pigs. As soon as Jesus steps out of the boat, he is approached by a demon-possessed man. This man lives in caves that also function as tombs; essentially, he lives in a graveyard. He is pictured as one who is completely out of control; the power of the demons in him was so strong that even their best chains and ropes couldn’t hold him down. He’s the demonic parallel of Samson; whereas Samson’s strength came from the Spirit of God, this man’s strength comes from the control of demons. He now lives among the tombs, cutting and bruising himself with rocks. He is in a state of total ruin.

He immediately throws himself down before Jesus and cries out, “What do you have to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God?” And the demon-possessed man begs not to be tormented. There’s a touch of irony here; the demons that have been tormenting this poor man are begging Jesus not to be tormented. It’s as if the demons understand this visitation by Jesus as an assault on their control and power. Even the demonic kingdom knows and understands the power and identity of Jesus.

Jesus asks the demons to identify themselves and they respond by saying, “We are Legion, for we are many.” And Legion begs Jesus not to be cast out of this country. There is a herd of pigs grazing nearby and Legion asks to leave the man and to embody the pigs. And for whatever reason, Jesus obliges this request. These unclean spirits inhabit these 2,000 pigs and they immediately rush down the steep bank and drown in the Sea of Galilee.

Witnessing this, the herdsmen rush off to town to break the news about what has happened. The crowd returns to the scene of the crime to find Jesus sitting with this man. Mark tells us he’s in his right mind and fully clothed, which implies that he hadn’t been clothed when he was possessed by Legion. And the eyewitnesses recount the story once more for the crowd.

And something interesting happens next. V17, Then the people began to plead with Jesus to leave their region. Quite literally, this is the lay of the land: the demons don’t want to leave and the people don’t want Jesus to stay.

Once again, Jesus obliges; He leaves. But not before this:

V18-20, As Jesus was getting into the boat, the man who had been demon-possessed begged to go with him. Jesus did not let him, but said, “Go home to your own people and tell them how much the Lord has done for you, and how he has had mercy on you.” So the man went away and began to tell in the Decapolis how much Jesus had done for him. And all the people were amazed.

Our formerly demon-possessed friend naturally wants to follow Jesus. Wouldn’t you? If Jesus had liberated you from such torment, wouldn’t you want to follow after Jesus? I understand this man’s desire to leave behind the tombs, the broken shackles, the stories people told of his former Legion-possessed lifestyle. After experiencing the transformative power of Jesus, it’s only natural for this man to seek to follow Jesus to the ends of the earth.

But as he tries to get in the boat with the other disciples, Jesus stops him. Jesus won’t let him get in the boat. Why?

Jesus has a mission for this new follower. Go home to your own people and tell them how much the Lord has done for you. Jesus sends our friend “home.” He sends him to his own people. He sends him to live among the people who know his story, sent to live a transformed life among those who knew his former life lived under the dominion of Satan. This new life is a declaration of God’s dynamic power to save, a power that is greater than the forces of evil and darkness.

For this man, his mission is to stay. He is supposed to “go” by staying right here.

If our friend were to follow Jesus to another region, he would be cut off from the people with the greatest context for seeing the transformation he experienced at the hand of Jesus. But in the Gerasenes? In the Decapolis (the surrounding 10-city region)? In this region, his daily life (wearing clothes! NOT living among the tombs!) was a daily reminder of the transformative power of Jesus.

We don’t know exactly how all of this works, but this region remains under demonic control to a certain degree after Jesus leaves. Just think about the impact of this episode: 2,000 pigs stampeding kamikaze-style over a cliff into the Sea of Galilee. Just think of the economic hit that would be to some of the people of this region. Think about what this did to the cost of pork throughout the territory. The economic implications alone of this episode are significant. And who would these people blame? Jesus! That’s why they asked him to leave. Some have suggested that the demons destroyed the pigs in order to prejudice the owners against Jesus – and I think that’s precisely what happened.

But all of this only raises the stakes for our formerly demon-possessed friend. This man was told to stay right where he was, the place where his story would have the greatest power and potential for the Kingdom of God.

And by virtue of being in our New Testament, this is a word for the church.

Our God is a missionary God – He acted on mission by sending His Son into the world to seek and save and serve and sacrifice. And the missionary God calls together a missionary people – as followers of Jesus, we have been given a mission to make disciples of all nations.

Some receive that special call to “go” – some feel God calling them and leading them to journey to a strange land to tell others of the Good News about Jesus. We love and respect and support those who receive this kind of call. Just a few weeks ago, I spent some time talking with a good friend of mine who followed the call of God by moving his family to Honduras to serve God on the mission field. We love these stories of God’s Kingdom call.

Others participate in “short term missions” – we go to Baja Mexico or Scotland or Cuba or Belize and we’ll spend a week working with the church there. I’ve personally been formed by these kinds of trips and I love that my children are already asking when they can be a part of their first mission trip.

But we are making a mistake when we assume that the only way we are to be faithful to the missional call of God is by boarding an airplane and flying to another part of the world.

  • It’s true that sometimes “go” means “go live in Honduras” or “go on a weeklong mission trip to Mexico.”
  • But according to Mark 5, “go” also means, “stay here and tell people how much the Lord has done for you.” Whether you board an airplane to go overseas or not, this is the missional call the Lord has for us all.

This is why Jesus won’t let our friend in the boat: When God does something in you, He also desires to do the same thing through you. Jesus healed this man by casting out these demonic forces; but He sends this man straight back into the heart of this demon-filled region to tell others what the Lord has done in him. The mission of Jesus is to use this man to bring freedom and healing to others through the power of his testimony. And the final line of v20 implies that people heard the message: And all the people were amazed.

This man is called to be a display, a demonstration of transformation. He’s the embodiment of what we sing: I once was lost, but now I’m found / Was blind, but now I see. Our friend functions as a missionary in this place, an area where he already knows the language, the customs, and the people. It’s the place where his story has the greatest power. As I mentioned in a recent post, Jesus doesn’t leave this man with an evangelistic strategy. This man IS the evangelistic strategy. In a land that is still under the control of demonic powers (at least to some degree), our friend here lives an alternative story, a declaration of the lordship of Jesus Christ.

The parallels for us are rich. What has God done in you? Has God set you free from the bondage of sin? Has he liberated you, brought you out of the kingdom of darkness and given you new life in the Kingdom of His Son? If so, then God seeks to do the same thing through you. He seeks to use you to accomplish His mission, His purposes. When you tell others what the Lord has done in you and for you, God works to do the same thing through you.

We are a display people; like our formerly demon-possessed brother, we are a demonstration of God’s transformative power. We are the same song in the world: I once was lost, but now I’m found / Was blind, but now I see. We are called to be missionaries here in this place, living and breathing embodiments of God’s dynamic power to heal and restore.

I don’t think we’ve properly understood the power of our own stories. But when we make the story of Jesus our story — by identifying with the death and resurrection of Jesus in the waters of baptism — our stories immediately are infused with missional power.

You may not be able to board an airplane and spend a week working in Mexico. It might not be God’s will for you to move to a foreign country and pour yourself out on that mission field. But each one of us is called to live as a display of God’s power to redeem and to tell others what the Lord has done for us.

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