Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Disciplemaking Is Relationships training

I LOVE it when you equip someone to train others... and then they actually do it.  Way to go Ryan Jones (behind the camera)... who is making disciples... who are making more disciples.  That reminds me of Jesus.  I love celebrating Jesus-like disciplemaking... Disciplemaking Learning Communities… and Disciplemaking Is Relationships.

Monday, June 27, 2011

The Disciplemaking Genius of Jesus—Part 2

By Bill Allison and Dave Garda

Scientific researchers studied what happens to people who get lost while walking in a desert or wilderness. It turns out that lost people literally go around in circles, but they don't realize it. Worse yet, lost people tend to feel confident they are walking in a straight line, but they're not. The study stated: "...participants were only able to keep a straight path when the sun or moon was visible. However, as soon as the sun disappeared behind some clouds, people started to walk in circles without even noticing it." It seems we are in continual need of a reliable point of reference to keep from walking in circles.

Here's a question for you.

When it comes to disciplemaking, could it be that we have lost our point of reference and are spending a good deal of time confidently walking in circles and we're not even aware of it?

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

A Summer of Loving God, Loving People, & Making Disciplemakers!

Click on the images below to enlarge for viewing, reading, and basking in the goodness of God. To print the two page PDF, go here. Thank you for stopping by for a virtual Cup O' Joe with me... and for basking in God's goodness together with us.
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And because you're actually reading this all the way to this point, here's a 7 second BONUS video clip of Ivy at six weeks old, smiling at her father.  :  )  Thanks for tracking with God, the Allisons, and Cadre Ministries.
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Monday, June 20, 2011

Rethinking Radical

Have you read Radical?

Have you read this challenge to the book here?

What do you think?

Is Radical guilty of promoting what Gordon MacDonald has termed "Missionalism"?

Is this yet just one more indication of what happens when we get more excited about a book instead of THE book?

What do you think?

Monday, June 13, 2011

Please Pray for Aubrey and Josey!

Please pray for Aubrey (17) and Josey (15) as they are serving Jesus in the Dominican Republic right now—along with a team of other high school students.  Just got this update from Aubrey and wanted to share with you what God is doing in them and through them for His glory:

My team did evangelism first, so i’ve been doing that! The kids have really loved the skit and cross visual! Today we had about 67 kids listing to our presentation! AND at least 40 kids accepted Jesus into their heart!! Yay God!! I’m so excited for what God is doing and has yet to do! Oh, and we ate tacos for lunch!! Delish!! The dominican food is so gooooooood!  The Lord is amazing. I’m learning new things from the Bible stories I’ve heard numerous times, and I’m just so excited to see what the Lord has in store for me.
–Aubrey Allison

THANKS for praying for them.  Here's the mission trip blog with pictures.

Monday, June 06, 2011

A little poetic license please

The poet locked inside me could not resist sharing this.  Thanks to my favorite poet, my daughter Emily, for turning me on to Listener.

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We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath... We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I've been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it's not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t, at least I don’t believe it will...
so I've built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember

I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts...
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison... that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward...always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we'll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together in time
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger inside
because our church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
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