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If Mortals Die, will they Live Again?

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“If mortals die, will they live again?  All the days of my hard service, I will wait for my release to come.  You will call and I will answer you; you will long for the creature your hands have made.” -Job 14:14-15

I was first introduced to this set of verses from the ancient Scriptures from my good friend, Mark Palmer, who had verse 14 tattooed in Hebrew around his wrist like a bracelet.  “If mortals die, will they live again?”   For him, it reminded him of his place in life when he woke in the morning.  That he was mortal and God was God.  This gave context to his life.  Humility and Reverence gave his life structure.  When his wife died at the age of 26 with stomach cancer, this piece of Hebrew poetry from Job drove him deeper in understanding of his place in this dramatic cosmos we call life and then death.  He contemplated if mortals die, will they live again?

Not more than 2 years later, he himself contracted colon cancer.  As his body emaciated from the tumors and the results of poisonous chemotherapy, the hebrew tattoo morphed in it’s shape but it still cried out in full depth, “If mortals die, will they live again?”  Still grieving his young bride, he faced his own oncoming death at the age of 30.  Our last time together, about a week before he passed, he stared at that tattoo and said something like, ‘Marshall, this has real meaning.’  If mortals die, will they live again?  March 27, 2006, Palmer as a mortal died, challenging all of us left, does he live again?

You can go through all of your life and never ask this question.  You can graduate with degrees, you can work jobs, earn paychecks, pay bills, attend parties, seek happiness, raise families, complain, value temporary things, spend your life earning $ to ‘comfortably’ retire so you can collect shells on the beach, never experience contentment, lust for more etc. etc.   Dear mortal, in the end, is this a big enough idea?

If mortals die, will they live again?  The answer to this question gives your life context and meaning.  To this day, it still haunts me.  God is God, I am mortal.  We are not equals.  Though I don’t understand Him completely, I know my place. He alone holds all wisdom and blessing, I yield myself to it today.

May this question haunt you, too.  If mortals die, will they live again?

peace, Chris

 

Do not ‘speak’ into the darkness, ‘Scream’ that Anthem

“Yahweh, Yahweh
Always pain before a child is born
Yahweh, Yahweh
Still, I’m waiting for the dawn”

If you live the human experience long enough, you are going to find struggle.  You are going to find disappointment and you are going to experience loss, heartbreak, heartache and perceived failures.  And while you sit with these realities in the darkness and silence, then the voices start.  You know, the really accusing condemning ones.  They sound like this:

  • You’re not good enough
  • You’ll never make it
  • Everyone else is better
  • It works out for other people
  • This has no meaning
  • You’re not worthy of goodness
  • No one cares
  • You screwed up
  • You’ll never figure it out
  • blah blah blah insert negative judgmental piece of crap lies from the pit of hell here

These dark nights of the soul are like a bully on the playground, the lies want to suck the life out of you and put you in your place of insignificance.  It is there where the fight for truth is held, it is there in the middle of the battlefield of your life where you sit and make choices.  With the enemy creeping in on all sides, in the words of Mary Oliver; “tell me, what it is you want to do with your one wild and precious life?”

I’m just a guy going through my own journeys and battles, waking up to voices that seek to keep me in my own place of darkness.  Here’s my advice:  Do not ‘speak’ into that darkness . . . ‘SCREAM’ that #$%^ing Anthem!  The stakes are too high for quiet whispers, this is YOUR life, this is your one, wild and precious life!  This is you, there is no one else like you, there never has been and there never will be. By definition you are a bad @$$.  Jeremiah 1:5 – “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart . . . ”  Before all of Creation, before God placed you in a human family to have a human and earthly experience, He knew you.  He has plans.  You are not an accident, you matter, you have a name, you are significant.  You are worth screaming for.  Do not whisper, do not speak, Scream your Anthem!  Call your dawn into existence.  

11 years ago this month, I lost 2 of my best friends within 17 days of each other.  This U2 album was really significant to me then, it helped bring context to the pain and loss I was feeling.  That the darkness was okay, it has it’s place.  The night is temporary, next comes the dawn.  The sun will rise, survive the night.  Confront the lies, obliterate them with truth.  Grab your soul friend, sit them down, and them let tell you who you are if you don’t remember.  Strangle the lies, don’t let them breathe.  Choke the poison and spill it out.  Do not whisper, do not speak, Scream your Anthem!

What is your Anthem?  It is hope,  You were destined to count in ways no one else can.  Dallas Willard said: “As water is meant to run downhill, so you were destined to count.”  Rage your hope, scream your hope, call your dawn into existence.  Hope is a primal scream in a world of darkness, let it rip!  You matter, you are here for a reason, survive the night . . . dawn will come.  And when dawn comes, walk into the light of the justice of your cause, the warm embrace of the sun, the arms of the One who made you and let him bring healing and freedom to your heart and life.  When healing comes, when you become a prisoner set free . . . seek vengeance.  Go find someone else in their dark night of the soul, and lead them to the light.  This is your payback.  You are dangerous.

Do not whisper, do not speak, SCREAM your Anthem!

Peace to you.

Ruthless Trust

“The way of trust is a movement into obscurity, into the undefined, into ambiguity, not into some predetermined, clearly delineated plan for the future. The next step discloses itself only out of a discernment of God acting in the desert of the present moment. The reality of naked trust is the life of the pilgrim who leaves what is nailed down, obvious, and secure, and walks into the unknown without any rational explanation to justify the decision or guarantee the future. Why? Because God has signaled the movement and offered it his presence and his promise.”
Brennan Manning, Ruthless Trust: The Ragamuffin’s Path to God

I shared in my last post about the gift of being in this unemployed place of uncertainty and vulnerability.  There is certainly a lot to learn and enjoy in it.  But I’m not going to sugar-coat that it’s always what my perspective or attitude is.  Other times it can just be really hard and unsettling.  I’m not unlike you, I want to be in control of my surroundings, my future and my options.  But I am in a season presently in life where all of what I used to rely upon as security is no longer secure.  My wife and I are holding tight to simple and core truths about who we are, who our God is and that the future is secure in him and his provision over us.  We are challenged and cross-pressured to believe in things we can’t see and not lose hope. We are not the first people to find ourselves here, it’s just our story today.

I lost some faith this week, I got discouraged.  Met with our accountant last week to do our 2016 taxes for us personally and the businesses we are trying to get off the ground.  I had the figures stare back at me on paper like a bully on the playground.  How little income I had in 2016 and how much of our personal investment I put in the coffee business that is 100% loss at the moment (of course most businesses lose $ in their first couple years).  All my identity of being a provider for my family for 23 years was being challenged.  The accusing voices started of what a failure I must be, how much I’ve let everyone down and the helplessness of not being able to correct the ship immediately.   Defeated, discouraged, disappointed . . . what do we with these emotions?  Where do we take these lies that bounce around in our head and seek to intimidate us into total surrender?

Today I went for a walk in the woods to listen.  I spent several hours walking and sitting.  I listened, I listened to the babbling brook, I listened to the waving branches of the trees over me, I listened to the cracking of broken sticks under my boots, I listened to the hawks overhead and I listened for the voice of the One who made me and marks my days.  I started out somewhat lost, feeling disconnected and anxious.  And then He spoke and it was hard to compose myself.  He said:  “stop trusting in bank statements and financial tables, learn to ruthlessly trust me.”  The voice went on, told me to look around, look at the eco-systems of life and complexities all around me.  They don’t worry, they don’t fret, they are taken care of.  How much more will I be taken care of.

I was reminded that we are at the dawn of the Lenten season of the Church, where we are to be stripped away of all our preoccupations and distractions to find ourselves in Him.  We can locate ourselves in his suffering and thus share with him our deepest longings and shortcomings.  We don’t have to wear our fears like a cloak, we can put it on him and hide ourselves in him.  In his creation, in his ever presence, in the Spirit that broods over the earth and bubbles up in the brooks and streams.  If we ruthlessly trust him, we can find our confidence in him.  This is a place of surrender, vulnerability and exposed nakedness.  But we came into this life naked, and naked sometimes we still find ourselves.  We ruthlessly trust not because we are masochists, but because we believe foundational aspects of his nature:  goodness, faithfulness, sustenance, mercy and eternal love.

We are being asked to ruthlessly trust . . . we are ALL being asked to ruthlessly trust.  What’s on the other side of that door?  Let’s open it and find out, but it starts with trust. #Gulp

The Gift of Unemployment

The dawn of March 1 will mark the beginning of technically my 9th month of unemployment.  I haven’t had regular work/paycheck etc. in that timeframe.  I’ve been freelancing in some management projects, teaching projects, writing projects and hustling our Resurgam Coffee side business, but none of that has equaled anything close to a full-time income.  What have I learned?  I’ve learned this journey has been an incredible gift on so many levels.  Let me explain . . .

  1. The Gift of Self-Reflection – How often in your life do you get the opportunity for a complete do-over?  To go back to the drawing board and ask foundational questions like Who am I?  Why am I here?  What would I love to do?  What brings me joy?  Now this is also deeply frightening, the more questions you ask, the deeper the rabbit hole gets.  I began to realize how much of my ‘accepted’ and unquestioned life both internally and externally did not line up with my deepest values.  The gift does not then become self-condemnation, but an invitation to new life.  Know thyself and then act accordingly.
  2. The Gift of a Simple Life – My wife and I are more connected right now around our daily, weekly and monthly finances than ever before.  Not fear, not panic . . .  connectedness.  We talk about it, daily.  Our grocery list is no longer whatever looks like ‘we have to have’ at Costco, it’s planned out and intentional.  You know what?  It’s fun!  I’m cooking more creatively and intentionally.  Our meals are actually far more fresh and healthy.  We are counting the green beans and the last eggs, but we are also finding creative ways to deliciously season the throw-away and discounted cuts of meat from the grocery.  We are grocery shopping with cash, whatever cash has come in, that’s our budget.  We’ve learned how we don’t need very much income to live a connected, satisfied and full life with some creativity and teamwork.  It’s a gift to be able to have such connection between God’s most recent provision and the food that will be on our family table this week.  We have daily bread, gratitude fills our table.
  3. The Gift of Intimate Marriage – Naturally, this has been a time of great challenge, pressure and vulnerability.  These kinds of storms in life have a way of exposing great breaches in the foundations of even the best of marriage partnerships.  But, there is always a choice.  You can live in fear, isolation, destructive habits to cope and blame etc.  Or you can choose as a couple to look at the storm in the face and hand in hand walk into it and through it together.  Wedding vows take just a moment in a ceremony to say but it takes a lifetime to fulfill them.  We chose to come together in this, communicate and over-communicate, look to the needs of one another and create a new beginning together.  We have no idea how it will all turn out, but we do know one thing, we are gonna be there together.  It’s our eternal vows to one another and I wouldn’t want it any other way.  I am so in love with this woman.  She vowed to believe in me on our wedding day, and on my worst and most discouraging days, she believes in me and the gifts God has given me.  I am able to anchor my identity not in the rejection email of another job I won’t get, but in the love and commitment of my wife for me.  Folks, with that kind of love, I’ll run through a wall.  True intimacy in marriage is an unbelievable gift and it’s the result of a lot of choices ‘towards’ one another, not ‘away’.
  4. The Gift of the Myth of the American Dream – In my dissertation I wrote a chapter on this ‘myth’ and how consumerism has robbed much of what we used to experience of so-called community in America.  The assumptions of certain standards of living for happiness, the crazed rat-race of the US corporate life, the dehumanizing experiences of bottom-line company strategies, the false dream of a leisured retirement, the entitlements of the marketing seas we swim in, the oughts and shoulds of a life it seems almost no-one is enjoying.  We are supremely busy, but not busy being happy.  Meaning, connection, community and the things that feed contentment and happiness are not bought, and not even offered in consumer lifestyles to keep up.  Consumerism by definition keeps you wanting more so you buy more, all with the hope that it will finally satisfy.  It doesn’t.  That degree won’t magically satisfy you, that job, that car, that membership, that house, that team etc etc.  All will leave you wanting and never having ‘arrived’.  I’m learning to look at my life of a different ‘arrival’, my own death.  I’m mortal, I will die, this human life will end.  So how do I want to live it?  I get one chance and it’s a result of my free choices.  Should I organize it around chasing things ‘out there’, or can I organize it around the amazing gifts God has already given me right here?  Faith, family, friends, creative work, sustenance etc.  These things can be lived and enjoyed for a whole lot less $$ than the American rat race.  Why live a myth, why not live in ruthless and satisfying truth?
  5. The Gift of Anything is Possible – One of my largest personal values is freedom.  I love the freedom to create, to learn, to dream, to act, to inspire, to encourage, to lead etc.  Feeling confined in close-ended jobs in my history has contributed to a lot of self-imposed depression.  After I grieved my vocational past and choices, I now have come to a place of a free and open future.  Anything is possible, that is a gift to me.  I’m in this place of what Romans 8 says, ‘what’s next, Papa?’    God and I can create together a connected, partnered, grounded and freely sustained life.  I don’t know yet what it looks like, but I trust Him.  His goodness and faithfulness have become so resounding in my life during this journey it’s almost deafening.  I have nothing concrete in my hands but I have supreme confidence in my heart and mind.  Anything is possible, that is hopeful and good enough.

This resurrection life you received from God is not a timid, grave-tending life. It’s adventurously expectant, greeting God with a childlike “What’s next, Papa?” God’s Spirit touches our spirits and confirms who we really are. We know who he is, and we know who we are: Father and children. And we know we are going to get what’s coming to us—an unbelievable inheritance! We go through exactly what Christ goes through. If we go through the hard times with him, then we’re certainly going to go through the good times with him!” -Romans 8:15-17 (The Message)

My journey is my journey.  I know many of you out there are experiencing far more painful stories and realities than me and you aren’t seeing the same conclusions I am.  My intent is for encouragement and help, I can’t change your reality, but I can offer you my human compassion and story.  All of life is a gift, the learning is the fun part.  Let’s live out loud!

Showing Up

“80% of success is just showing up.” -Woody Allen

So I was re-reading a popular narrative in the New Testament this morning from John 6 and it was the ‘Bread and Fish for All’ as The Message puts it.  Traditionally we understand this to be the miracle of the feeding of the 5,000.  There are a lot of faith-stretching learnings in this story.  It was like Jesus was click-baiting his disciples by making them go out and find some paltry replenishments so that they knew in the end, that what would be done would not have come from them and their accomplishments.  I could write a whole other book on the futility of self-sufficiency, I’ve lived that dead-end over and over.

8-9 One of the disciples—it was Andrew, brother to Simon Peter—said, “There’s a little boy here who has five barley loaves and two fish. But that’s a drop in the bucket for a crowd like this.”

Here is what struck me this morning; sure the 5 loaves and 2 fish were not nearly enough for 5,000 men (not including women and children), BUT it seems an OBSCENE amount of food for a small boy, no?  

Do we ever ask the question why the boy has SO much food just for himself?  I’m just speculating, but it occurred to me that maybe the boy just had some extra that morning, maybe sometimes he doesn’t, but that day, that week, that season his family had more than needed.  Maybe they made a habit of ‘showing up’ when they had extra with a heart to give and be generous in case the opportunity presents itself.  ‘Showing up’ is a decision of the heart and mind to carry out values and commitments whether anyone knows about it or not.  Most of ‘Showing up’ is done in anonymity, no spotlight, no miracle recorded, just you and your commitment to who you are and what you want to do in this world.

Everyone wants the miracle, everyone wants the ecstatic experience of the victory, everyone wants the big win, everyone wants the glory of the finish line, everyone wants the accolade of the award . . . but who wants to ‘show up’ when no one is watching?  Who wants to give away their extra today because it’s in their heart to do, not because it will be recorded in a Holy Scripture?

I’m in a place in life where I have a lot of great and valuable work, but very little income.  I know it is likely just a season, but I don’t know how long the season will last.  My mind wants to jump to the end, where Jesus multiplies the little and shows off in the kind of power he has.  But in taking the example of this young boy today, I recognize that the challenge is to ‘show up’ today in the value of the work before me without the need for physical reinforcement of income.   ‘Showing up’ comes from a deeper set of values, an imbedded set of deep commitments planted in you to fulfill your identity and calling in this world.  Collecting a paycheck is not a big enough idea, you were destined to count in ways you never imagined.  Today, it’s about ‘showing up’ in our work and letting value be its own reward.

Picking a Fight for 2017

We all end up dead, it’s just a matter of how and why.” -William Wallace, Braveheart

One of my favorite scenes out of Braveheart is what comes just after the legendary battlefield speech of William Wallace to his fellow Scotsmen at Sterling. The speech is over, the troops are fired up, now what?  The dialogue goes like this:

Stephen: Fine speech. Now what do we do?

William Wallace: Just be yourselves.

Hamish: Where are you going?

William Wallace: I’m going to pick a fight.

Hamish: Well, we didn’t get dressed up for nothing.

What do you want to pick a fight with in 2017?

Resolutions are for the comfortable, I’m interested in the kinds of decisions that lead to uncomfortable change.  Change, deep down, fire-breathed transformation.  Where is the fire in your belly?  What keeps you up at night?  What injustice can you not live with?  What habit is in the way of you absolutely slaying your job?  What negative mindset is robbing you of your creativity?  What slave master says it owns your freedom?  What is in the way of you living out a dream?

Everybody dreams, the difference is some people actually experience them.  The separation is usually a matter of discipline from the dream stage to the experience stage.  It’s largely an issue of will, discipline, effort, heart, stubbornness, resilience, resources and perseverance.  If you pick a fight, you are likely to get punched in the mouth, that’s a given.  The issue is when you hit the mat, do you resolve to get up?  Outlasting your opponent is where the marrow of the victory comes from, you bid your time, and when the opportunity presents itself, return your blow and land it on your enemy’s jaw.  It’s yours for the taking, opportunity knocks.

I’m entering 2017 not with a resolution, but with a primal scream to take another step of what I was put on this earth to do.  I am challenged, I am stretched, I am vulnerable . . . the bullies are on the battleground in front of me.  They hurl their insults, they predict my failure, they intimidate with accusations of lies.  They are the voices I oppose.  The primal scream is louder than those voices, it’s what I’m listening to.  I don’t want to take a step forward, I want to dismantle the entire system of resistance in front of me.  The life of the Creator lives in me, his breath breathes in me.  Therefore, I have no fear . . . none.  I’m here to pick a fight.

What are you picking a fight with in 2017?  How can I help you?

Lighten up, 2016

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In 2016, I had a major job transition.  As of July 1, I had no guaranteed income, no health insurance for my family and no real idea what provision would look like moving forward.  Now, to know me, is to know I’m a bit of a controller and a planner.  Perhaps more than ‘a bit’.  I’m most of the time too intense for most others in my drive to push ahead and plan strategically.  I’m a doer and a planner, a starter, a leader, a ‘make things happen’ kinda guy.  I was left with all the big questions of a Father of 3, husband to 1 and the responsibility of the majority of our income for 23 years of marriage.

I was faced with all the familiar voices to listen to:  fear, anxiety, depression, anger, heaviness, despair, control, urgency, scarcity, shame, guilt etc.

Then in my raw and honest moments of genuine prayer, I began to hear a different voice.  It was gentle, at peace, sure, confident, full, light, generous, gracious, hopeful, fun, creative, joyful, bold and . . . sustainable.  It was a mindset I could grow to live into and let it sustain me regardless of my circumstances.  I could choose to ‘lighten up’ and have zero changes to my circumstances and yet experientially live them differently.  As I chose to listen to that voice and give it my attention, energy and opportunity started sparking up all around me.  Even though I still do not have a traditional ‘job’ per se, my family’s needs have been completely taken care of.  I’m working hard at freelancing and provision has come in a myriad of ways.

I have no ‘job’, no guaranteed income and yet I’ve never been more excited about the future.  Creativity is a constant companion.  Every day has been full of new opportunity and potentials are in every conversation.  Instead of a heavy slave-master of having to control it all myself, I’m trusting in a Provider who has never left me without.  I’m learning to ‘lighten up’ and enjoy the ride, no matter the circumstances.  Even in difficult scenarios, I’m more present, more alive in the situation, fear hasn’t sucked the life out of my presence.

By no longer trying to strong-arm my life; I became truly powerful.  Confidence is rising and expectations for goodness are the norm.  In this mindset, my freedom and my creativity are more dangerous.  I’m choosing what I want to pick a fight with and I’m enjoying every punch I get to throw along the way at life’s bullies.  When darkness and doubt come to my doorstep, I War with words of thankfulness and gratefulness.  In this discipline, I ‘lighten up’ and the clouds begin to dissipate and the sun rises again on my hope.

Forever the cynic, I’ve become a bit of Mr. Positivity and it’s incredibly more healthy for me.  I am eager to see where it all takes me in 2017.  But I’m thankful for the lesson in 2016 to ‘lighten up’.

Shepherds and the Ghetto

The 1st century Shepherd, no longer the esteemed wealth acquiring job producer of 1k years previous, now the lowest rung of the Palestinian caste ladder; the dirty labor class. They weren’t considered cute and adorable as our Christmas pageants parade them in burlap, they were detestable, high in stench, assumingly deeply sinful and dirty. Having no social status it is they who receive the esteemed invitation to a Manger. Why not the religious leaders? Why not the powerful elite? Why not the educated do-gooders?

From it’s infancy, the life and teachings of Jesus have had a prejudice towards the marginalized, the outsider, the looked down upon, the lost, the broken, the poor, the laborers, the dirty, the deeply sinful . . . the shepherd-types. If this is you, know that the Jesus of the Manger has an unyielding affection for you despite the prejudices of this world. If this isn’t you, the Manger tells you to humble yourself and remember you used to be. No one is immune to the unquenchable affection of the Creator when He enters into His Creation and starts making announcements.


The Manger is a ghetto, we are taught to go around them, not to them or in them. But nowhere, nobody and nothing is forgotten at the Manger. It all matters in a beautiful Creation. Find your ghetto, and love their today. It is the love of the Manger that announces hope and brings peace on earth. The invitation is open . . .

 

Broken Strength

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“Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light.”  ― Brené Brown

I am of the opinion that being honest about our frailty, our weakness, our vulnerabilities is part of what makes us strong in the end.  Embracing our brokenness is an element of what actually makes us whole.  Admitting that we don’t ‘have it all together’ is actually a crucial part of what God may want to do to ‘bring it all together’.  When you live under Grace, strength and competency is not a requirement.  #thankGod

Why pretend?  Why put on a false-self just to please others and their judgment of you?  Why show others an imposter that’s not the real you? If they do return the affirmation you crave they still aren’t affirming the real you; just the imposter you put out there for them to accept.  If it’s not you, it won’t satisfy, you will be left in the same discontentment of your folly. It’s not strong to pretend, it’s a fearful reaction to potential rejection.

You want to be a strong leader?  Act powerfully, and it starts with living with, in and through your own vulnerability.  People aren’t looking for leaders who play ‘make believe’ about their real selves, they are looking for the compelling experience of raw authenticity and it’s a rare thing.  People need a leader they can relate to but are living beyond them so that they can lead them to a land they’ve not yet been.  If you are pretending about your own self, as Brennan Manning puts it: ‘you are handing out travel brochures to places you’ve never been.’   

There’s a beauty and a strength in brokenness.  It requires inner strength and confidence to admit weakness, to risk rejection, to put our real selves ‘out there’.  It requires that you are rooted in another place than the affection of your followers, it requires that your identity is rooted somewhere else than in the acceptance of others.  It’s a confidence in who you are and who you belong to no matter what the crowds say.  It’s a place of raw, holy and Broken Strength.  

If you learn to live there, there is nothing that can move you.  Nothing.  Anchor down in Broken Strength.  

“Our life is full of brokenness – broken relationships, broken promises, broken expectations. How can we live with that brokenness without becoming bitter and resentful except by returning again and again to God’s faithful presence in our lives.” – Henri Nouwen

Missional Communities: trouble-makers or church?

occRobert Dale states: “New paradigms always create translation challenges especially for the church, a conserving institution by definition. The church has too rarely anticipated challenges and changes. We have been tempted to live in a world that no longer exists. Consequently, the future has too often surprised the church.”
The vocation of the church to embody the very Kingdom of God
‘on earth as it is in heaven’ is far too high a calling to not respond to these shifts with a sense of purpose and complete mission.
Significant breakthroughs in ideas, thoughts and new constructs of organization do not happen overnight. Thomas Kuhn suggests that scientific discoveries rarely happen as a natural outgrowth of the previous knowledge base, but rather by means of peripheral
‘revolutions.’ There tend to be a few individuals who begin to perceive reality in ways qualitatively different than the established mindset of those practicing ‘normal science.’
The need for change comes from a small group of ‘pioneers’
who sense that the existing model is“riddled with anomalies and is unable to solve emerging problems.” Historically within the church, those thinking pioneers are not seen as helpful to the mission of the future but rather as distracting voices and perceived as ‘troublemakers’ within the religious system.
It is my view  that the pastoral leader of the future cannot be tethered to a desire to be fully accepted by the established thought of the day in exchange for the pursuit of a calling to incarnate Gospel communities where they are not presently flourishing. Pioneers are needed to seek new lands and opportunities, by nature they do not add to the present establishment. The church can no longer be seen as an entity located in a single facility or an institutional organization and its related activities, but must now be transformed into a gathered people in community as well as a ‘sent’ people with a common calling and vocation.  The large centralized institutions of the past built on the tenets of ‘modernism’ with its Enlightenment gods of science, technology and industrialization are increasingly losing their magic.
By definition, a missional community is a ‘sent’ people. They are fast, mobile and resourceful. They can adapt and change according to
the land and climate. Missional communities are a gathered people on pilgrimage together. They are the Ekklesia ‘called out’ of the world and then sent back into the world; “foreignness is an element of its constitution.”
A pilgrim people is rooted in the mentality of only habitating a temporary residence, they are on the move have no fixed abode.
If the people are pilgrims and on the move, this would necessitate a pastoral leadership that is also incarnational in its time and space. There is increasingly a movement away from a monopoly of ordained men who hold the power seats of Ekklesia and do the work of the ministry on behalf of the whole people of God. A generation of pastors are leaving a vocational presence within Ekklesia and going on the move with the rest of the people on mission. Leaders are incarnating their vocation within the culture in order to offer the ministry of Ekklesia in the “ongoing life of the Christian community in shops, villages, farms, cities, classrooms, homes, law offices, in counseling, politics, statecraft and recreation.”
Many are finding that it is no longer adequate for the minister to function primarily within the professional role of being the preacher,
administrator of programs and counselor for the flock. Rather, they are sensing a calling to lead the Ekklesia within the reality of being a church without walls and seek employment in culture where they can engage seekers and the unchurched.
There is a movement from an emphasis on professional clergy, who are center stage in the singularity of the gathered church event, to
“Christian professionals who are ministering in the world and in the marketplace.” Many are finding their calling not in being a pastor to the community, but by locating themselves vocationally as a mission outpost within the community.
Missional Communities, they are a thing.  Trouble-makers or church?  I’ll write more about them . . . . or just move on.