schizophrenic prayer life

Just a few moments ago i began re-reading some of my prayers that I had written down a few months ago and I was struck with this curious wonderment about how God must hear our prayers. For example, just a few months ago i was praising God for the way he works in my life and how he takes care of me, and for what he is doing through our church. Then a few months later i am righting about how confused I am and trying to discern where to lead the people and all my doubts and frustrations. Sure enough, the prayer I wrote today was about how I know he supplies every need and holds me in his hands.
I can't help but wonder, as my schizophrenic, bipolar prayers reach God's ears if he isn't just ready to say, "ENOUGH ALREADY!" Yet even as I wonder at this, Exodus 14:14 pops into my head that shows us Moses standing between the Israelites and the Red Sea, speaking for God saying "God will fight for you, you need only to be still." God knows that when the people cross the red sea they will be praising him for his goodness, and at the same time he also knows that in just a few short weeks, or even days they will be giving a golden calf the credit for their deliverance from Egypt. Yet he still tells them that he will fight for them.
Once again, God's goodness is overwhelming; I'll have to remember that next month!

dead in the pews

So last Sunday, I believe it was, an older gentlemen in town passed away while attending Sunday mass at the Catholic church. As I spoke to a member of my church about what had happened, they exclaimed how that would be the way to go, right there in church, where you're supposed to be, doing what your supposed to be doing; yet I couldn't help but see something different. By no means am I trying to down play what happened or disrespect anyone, but the only thing I could see was a sad illustration of the state of many church goers; to be dead in the pew.
I believe that for many who go to church, it is nothing more than their weekly ritual. Something they have done since they were children and so it continues to be just that, something they do. For others I believe they go to church out of a sense of guilt, with this idea that if they aren't in their pew on Sunday morning then God wont bless them on Monday. For these, I believe it can be said that they are dead in their pew, or at least they might as well be.
I Do Not believe that this is what God desires. God doesn't want people coming to be with him out of a sense of duty. He doesn't want them coming to Him out of a sense of fear, or guilt. What God wants, what he has always wanted is fully engaged relationship with people who want to be with Him. I can't help but wonder how many church goers are dead in the pews just waiting to be buried.

Eat Your Soup!

Last week, Albertein made some awesome potato soup that I absolutely love and am quite sure I could eat my weight in! It's full of bacon, cheese, and of coarse potatoes and for some reason Jackson got it into his head that he just would not eat it. Well, the way it works at our house is that what we have for supper is what we have, and if you don't like it well, tough. So as Jackson made his displeasure known, I informed him that he was going to have to sit there until he ate his soup and that was that, and of coarse that caused more whining, which in turn caused my temperature to go up and so on and so forth. Anyway, after quite a while of this, Jackson decided that it would be better to just suck it up and eat his soup than to have to sit at the table all day and night and low and behold, he found out that he loves potato soup. As I watched him scarf down his soup that he finally tried I said, "See Jackson, isn't it so much easier when you just do what I ask?" And in my mind or heart, or both I heard God say "Yes Luke; isn't it so much easier when you just do what I ask?"
Why is it that the majority of the time we fight so hard against what God has for us, and yet when we finally shut up and follow Him, we find out that following Him is where we always wanted to be.

Following closely

So yes I realize that it has been forever and a day that I have written anything on here and that probably everyone has assumed that I have abandoned this whole blogging thing forever but, here I am, and I pledge to do better with this whole thing. With that being said . . .
I was listening to one of my favorite pastors the other day discussing his "conversion experience" or in layman's terms how he began to follow Jesus. He explained that he really didn't know anything about what he was doing, he just knew that he had been forgiven, and that he now had a hunger for scripture and a longing to live however God wanted him to live. Because of this hunger, he began to read his bible every morning and every evening; not out of a legalistic sense of having to, but because he wanted to know what he was supposed to do. He explained that he also had a lot of baggage, like a filthy vocabulary and as he read what God was all about, he realized that the way he talked didn't match up with who God was, so he changed the way he talked, and so on. The thing that I found very interesting about this (and it certainly isn't anything new) is that Chip didn't change because he set out to specifically change this or that about himself, he changed because he realized his actions didn't add up to what he now knew.
One of the problems that I have to be mindful of is the fact that I get to focused on the action; in order to be a better Christian I must do this, this, and this. The action then becomes the important thing, and if I don't do these actions in a certain way then I have failed. In actuality, I believe that God isn't about the actions. What I'm going to do is not focus so much on the actions, and instead focus on who God is, on who Christ is and then think, if I want to be closer to Jesus, these things in my life can't stay. If I want to be closer to Jesus, I need to talk to Him, I need to spend time with Him. If I want to be a Christ follower I need to know Him more so I can follow Him more closely. Makes sense, doesn't it?

Ability Vs. Choice

I've been thinking all day long about the difference between ability and choice. This started yesterday when I was talking to one of my youth guys about the movie the Hangover, and in the middle of talking to him about it he stopped and said, "Oh, you probably can't see that movie can you?" I found this question very interesting, and thought provoking because of the implications that it unknowingly carried.
The assumptions that this guy was voicing was that because I am a pastor, and more importantly a Christian, there are some things that I am incapable of taking part in; but is this assumption correct? What many don't realize is that just because a person becomes a Christian, their ability to take part in non Christian activities, such as movies that promote sin for all to see is in no way hampered. We could still take part, but as a Christian, why would I want to? The focus of Christianity should be to become more Christlike in all that we do, and so why would I then want to take part in something that will inevitably drive me further from my ultimate goal?
When all is said and done, it isn't about one's ability to do this or that, it comes down to the motives behind why we do what we do. I heard a story recently about this guy who was leaving early for a work trip and so his twelve year old daughter got up before him, and made him his coffee; why? She made him his coffee, not out of some unspoken obligation, not out of guilt, not out of a desire to be a better daughter, but simply out of love for her dad. Galatians 5:13 says "You my brothers were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love." So again, it isn't about ability; we are free to live our lives. It's about motivation, it's about love, it's about choice.

A Willing Heart

This past Sunday we wrapped up a four week long discussion on how to unlock your God given potential, and through it all the main theme has been commitment; how committed are you to seeing God work through your life. I've had a lot of people come up to me these past four weeks expressing concerns that they don't feel like they are doing enough for God. Or people are wondering how they can hear God more clearly because maybe there's more that he is wanting them to do. If we aren't careful, when we begin to focus on questions such as these our Christianity can very quickly turn into a question of "how good am I?" Or "How much can I do?"

I shared last Wednesday about how in 2Chronicles 30, under King Hezekiah the people were taking part in the passover for the first time in a long time. It was basically a revival where people were earnestly seeking God, and yet the problem was that there were a lot of people who, when the time came to eat the passover they were, according to the law, unclean. Then in 2Chronicles 30:18-20, Hezekiah asks God to pardon the ones who had their hearts set on seeking God, and yet were unclean according to the rules of the sanctuary. It then says that "the Lord heard Hezekiah and healed the people." So what was the most important thing? Being clean according to the rules, or having a heart set on seeking God?

Now don't get me wrong, the law was very important but it was a means of drawing the people to God. God's focus and his desire was for a relationship with his creation, not that they were perfect! Even today we get so hung up on, and worried about how well we can perform as Christians, and how often we have our quiet times, and how much we put in the plate, and how many Sunday school classes we teach, and how we don't drink, or smoke, or cuss, and how clean we can look on the outside that ultimately we miss the fact that Christianity is all about having a heart set on seeking God! Again, Jesus said that the greatest commandment was to love the Lord your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength; there were a lot of other commandments but this was the most important one!

And so as we strive to be disciples of Christ, and as we work to be holy as God is holy, we must remember that above everything else we must ask ourselves the question: "Is my heart set on seeking God?"

Engaged Christianity

So, two weeks ago we went down to Sea crest Beach, Florida right outside of Panama City Beach for a week long vacation, and for the most part it was good. The weather wasn't all that cooperative but we made the best of it, and the beaches were absolutely beautiful. I would say that the only part of the trip that was frustrating and disappointing was my dad. Here we are in beautiful Florida, staying in an amazing house and pretty much all he wanted to do was lay on the couch, talk on his cell phone, and watch the hunting channel, which I don't even know why that is a channel by the way. It was frustrating because; first of all he doesn't get to spend a whole lot of time with my kids in the first place and so I assumed he would want as much face time with them as possible; and second I haven't hung out with him in forever and I assumed he would want to do a little catch up. But sadly neither seemed to be true for dear old dad. Now admittedly I am being hard on him, but aren't you aloud to do that with family? I mean isn't your family supposed to want to be in deep relationship with you? Aren't they supposed to want to engage you and share their lives with you? It seams as though some family members are just OK with being family in name, and not in any relational sense of the word and as I began to think of this more over the past few weeks God began to reveal something about this to me.

He began to reveal to me how many times in my own life I have done this very thing to Him. Like my dad, I have settled so often for a relationship with God in name only. I have assumed that adopting the title of Christian means that I am one, and instead God wants so much more. Again, like me with my dad, God desires a deep, involved relationship where we aren't just satisfied with him being around somewhere in the background. This is easy to fall into though isn't it? With family it is easy to simply take them for granted and just simply be there, but not really be engaged but in reality this just doesn't work. Again, like with my dad, my kids aren't really going to have any memories of him from this trip because he wasn't really there. Jesus tells us that in the end when we stand before God, he will either say yes I know you, or no I don't, and many people will be surprised at what they hear. Matthew 7:21-23 "Not everyone who says to me, 'Lord, Lord,' will enter the kingdom of heaven, but only he who does the will of my Father who is in heaven. Many will say to me on that day, 'Lord, Lord, did we not prophesy in your name, and in your name drive out demons and perform many miracles?' Then I will tell them plainly, 'I never knew you. Away from me, you evildoers!'"

The question is, do you have a relationship with Christ or not, not how much have you done, or how many Sunday school classes have you taught, but do you know Him?

commitment phobia

As I set here on vacation in Florida, a few of the people who are here with us are watching the season premier of the bachelorette, which has to be one of the worst shows ever conceived; alright I can think of worse ones, but it's close! Now, I admit I have watched a Bachelor episode or two, and I have held my breath as that final rose was handed out, but as I hear this episode playing in the background I am just struck with how wrong the whole concept of the show is. Here's this lady who is basically trying out an endless line of guys, initially judging them on their surface attributes. Then as the show goes on she'll kiss this one, and this one will get a special weekend away with her, and everyone will cry at least once. Then in the end she will pick one of these guys that has turned out to be her "soul mate", hand him a rose, and give him a commitment to maybe someday possibly become engaged to him. Maybe.

I believe that this show illustrates the problem that our culture has with commitment incredibly well. Seemingly in everything we do, we have this fear or phobia of being too committed. We lease cars, we have tract phones, and we move in with the one we "love" instead of getting married to them, just in case. this phobia has even crept into our spiritual lives as well. We have this idea, or attitude that we just want to date Jesus. Nothing serious, just a promise here and there, maybe go to church every now and then but we want to keep our options open, just in case. However nothing could be further from what we are supposed to do, and what we are supposed to be.

Jesus tells us that unless you hate your father and mother, then you can't be a disciple of mine. Meaning that the relationship we have with Christ has to be so far above our most intimate relationships that they look like hate in comparison. Jesus isn't looking for a casual relationship, he is calling us to a deeper, all in commitment that makes everything else pale in comparison. The question is, are we willing to accept?

misplaced passions

I can't help but wonder at times why people can't seem to get passionate about the things that truly matter. We went to a hocky game in Waterloo last year where we sat beside an older couple who never misses a game. I've been to rallies where huge crowds of people get seriously crazy about the idea of making a fortune in no time at all. People laugh at me when they ask what sports team I follow and I tell them I'd rather watch cartoons. If you are anything like me, I praise God that NBC and ABC have started posting past episodes of shows like LOST and HEROES on their website, or I might never leave the house. I have just been struck this morning by how out of wack this truly is!

As I lead the final song this past Sunday morning, it struck me as sadly funny that (at least from appearances) the majority of the people looking back at me would have rather been anywhere else than where they were. Here we were singing a song of praise about how we want to sing and shout Hallelujah to the Lord, and people looked as though they were going to fall asleep standing up. Now don't get me wrong, I realize that not everyone is as emotional as I can be, I realize that sometimes Saturday night can run late and Sunday morning comes early, but where is the passion of our beliefs? Our faith should be something that we are prepared to die for, after all, a song I once heard claimed that if it's not worth dying for, it's not worth living for; and yet we can't even muster up a little enthusiasm about it? I wonder if it's just that people don't understand what it's all about. That has to be it and my heart mourns for them. They will never know what it is to fully give themselves to something that has eternal value!

I feel like there is more to say about this but I can't find the words.

Living like You've won

The other day Bruce Luebbers came over to help me set up the trampoline which my kids have been begging for even before all the snow melted. For the winter months I stored the majority of the trampoline above the garage in a storage place between the rafters; I've also stored a lot of my air soft stuff up there just to keep it out of the way. When Bruce climbed up there to get the trampoline stuff down, he also found my bag of air soft supplies, with the intention of ambushing me when I came out of the house. What he didn't realize was that I had taken out my best guns, one of which was setting just inside my door. SO, here Bruce is trying to ambush me with a puny little pistol and I come out of the house with my shotgun! As you can imagine, this didn't last very long, One because the gun he had chosen to use didn't hardly work; and two, the gun I had really stings when you get hit by one of it's pellets.

The feeling that I had from this really got me thinking about my Christian walk. You see, I knew that Bruce probably wasn't going to hit me with the gun he had, especially when he abandoned the pistol and picked up another gun that didn't work at all. I also knew that what I was using, the gun that I held in my hands was so much better than what he had that I knew the fight was over even as it was beginning. Do you see the corillation here? The Bible tells us that we have power through the Holy Spirit! It tells us that we can do anything through Christ who gives us strength! Jesus himself told his disciples that they would do incredible things when the Holy Spirit came upon them. But when you look at Christians around you today, or when you look in the mirror, is this what you see? Do you see power, do you see joy, do you see victory??? My answer is a big NO. The point is that through the blood of Jesus Christ, and his sacrifice on the cross we have already won the battles we have yet to fight, and it is time that you and I begin to live like it! We must stop justifying why we aren't live the way we're supposed to live, and instead begin to rely on the promises of God's Word to live a victorious life, full of joy, and power! After all when we realize that the weapon of God's Word is superior to anything that will come against us, it makes all the difference!

ready to follow?

Do you ever wonder why you are where you are? Why you are who you are? Why you live the life that you are living? I often wonder how I got where I am, not that I am unhappy about where I am. I love my wife, I love my kids, I love my profession, but still I can't help but wonder about the steps that I have taken down the path that has lead me to this point. What if things would have been different? Where would I be if I would have made better choices? Why didn't God choose to develop one of my other gifts into a profession? As we live out our existence in a fallen world, I really think these questions are natural because all of us stray off the path at one point or another.

In the midst of all this I was reminded of the account of Jesus reinstating Peter after Peter's denial. Do you remember the situation? Jesus had risen from the dead after three days of being in the grave and he shows up on the beach while his disciples were out fishing. After Jesus cooks them all a hearty breakfast, he pulls Peter aside and three times he asks him if he loves him. After the third time of Peter saying yes, and Jesus telling him to feed his sheep, Peter looks at John standing a little ways away and says, "Well, what about him?" I love Jesus' answer here! Jesus says, "What about him? If I want to keep him alive until I come back, I will." And then he said, "You follow me." The thing I love about this is that no matter where we find ourselves, God is calling us to serve Him where we are. You don't have to know where tomorrow will lead you, or how you got to today; the only thing you need to know is that no matter what God calls you to do, you are ready and willing to do it.

"Is this a bacon bit?"

I got to thinking the other day, why is it that we are so quick to try things that we so obvioulsy should not try? Jacson has developed this nasty habbit of wiping his hands on the underneath side of the table whenever he is eating, and no matter how many times we get onto him for this, or no matter how many times we clean his little wiping area he always manages to sneak little bits of food under there. Tuesday evening, after we had finished eating supper, Alaina came walking into the living room with somthing stuck to her finger and she asked, "Is this a bacon bit?" Before I could really give her a good enough answer she decided to find her own answer by putting whatever it was into her mouth. Immediatley when this, whatever it was hit her tongue, it was clear by her facial expression that what she was tasting was definitly not a bacon bit. Of course, I couldn't help but laugh at her expression but then I laughed even harder when she told Albertein what happened. She told Albertein, "I thought that was a bacon bit, I got it from under there (pointing to the underneath side of the table), I put it in my mouth, but it was not a bacon bit!" Now of coarse we would look at that and say, who would put somthing in their mouth that they found on the underneath side of the table, hopin that it was a bacon bit? But then again, I am amazed at how often we do things that are blatantly not a good idea!

As I was thinking about this, I couldn't help but think about the story of Samson in the book of Judges. Now Sampson is one of my favorite storys from the Bible because he was like a real life super hero; I mean this guy was supernaturally gifted with strength beyond any other human being that I am aware of. He killed a lion with his bare hands, he killed hundreds of Philistines with the jaw bone of a donkey, he ripped the gates off of one of their cities and dropped them off at the top of a near by hill; this guy was amazing. He was given this amazing strength to set his people free, and yet he blatantly did everything he was not supposed to do.

You and I may not have the strength of Sampson, but God has set each of us up in such a way as to be used by him in an incredible way, and yet how often do we give up that glorious calling on our lives for nonsense? In a very real way, God has given us life, freedom, joy, and everything else, and yet we want to see what's under the table! It just doesn't make sense.

grasping for understanding

I feel as though there are so many things that are just simply beyond my capability to comprehend! All last week I focused on Psalm 73 where the writer, Asaph was having a real crisis in keeping his faith. He writes about how he was becoming sidetracked with all the things in life that just didn't make any sense and in vs. 16 he says "When I tried to understand all this, it was oppressive to me." I am amazed at how often I feel like this! Not that my faith is failing, or that my feet are slipping; just that when I try and understand what is going on, it is "oppressive to me."

Last night Albertein was struggling with the pain of RA in some of her joints, which made her very nervous because today is a big day for her. Because of this she asked if I would pray for her so that God would take away her pain and that she could focus on what she needed to do; and so I began to pray. I prayed last night that God would simply touch her and take this thing away, I mean He is the one who put her joints together, He could simply take the RA away from her. Again this morning, all morning I have been asking God to do the same, in the name of Jesus I have been asking for healing, yet when I woke Albertein up this morning my hopes were dashed as her wrist was swollen and throbbing with pain.

It is not a question to me whether or not God can heal, the real questions begin when He chooses not to. Even though Jesus tells us that if we have faith the size of a mustard seed we will see mountains thrown into the sea, I know that at times whether or not we experience God's healing does not have to do with how much faith we may or may not have. Paul asked God three times to take away the "thorn in his flesh", and three times he was denied. The reason was not that Paul had a lack of faith but that being healed simply didn't fit in God's bigger plan. This bigger plan is after all what we sign up for isn't it? It's just like when Jesus told Peter not to worry about what the other disciples would do, but simply that he should follow Him regardless. I read in My Utmost for His Highest yesterday that we need to see Jesus for who He truly is, and not for what he Has or Has Not done for us. It is only when we do this, can we truly follow Him no matter what situation we may find ourselves in. So that's what I'm going to try and do today, whether the healing comes or not.

A kick in the face!

This morning I was reading 1 Timothy chapter 5 for my devotions, and I came across a verse that just really got me going. Verses 20 and 21 in chapter 6 say, "Those who sin are to be rebuked publicly, so that the others may take warning. I charge you, in the sight of God and Christ Jesus and the elect angels, to keep these instructions without partiality, and to do nothing out of favortism." Paul goes on to tell Timothy in verse 24 that "The sins of some men are obvious, reaching the place of judgment ahead of them; the sins of others trail behind them." As I read this, I literally felt myself bloating up with selfrighteousness. I was reminded of how car buffs always describe hot rods as being able to go from 0 to 60 in 1.2 seconds; well I went from a state of supposed humility to a lofty selfrighteousness in no time flat! I began to think of all the people that I knew that were engaging in outright sins, and what this verse was telling me to do about it. In my mind I was running with the idea of bringing out all these sins on Sunday morning, just stoping short of telling the names of those invovled so that they could squirm in their filth. I know it sounds harsh but afterall isn't that what this verse was telling me to do??

After I finished the chapter I also read today's devotion in the book My Utmost For His Highest and in this mindset of judge, jurry, and executioner I read these words; "Be careful that you don't become a hypocrite by spending all your time trying to get others right with God before you worship Him yourself." The devotional went on to talk about how we are to lift our brothers and sisters up before God in prayer, being awakened to the mind of Christ concerning them. But what does it mean to have the mind of Christ toward those who are in sin? It means that we see them with His eyes, that we reach out to them with His arms, and that we love them with His heart.

It amazes me how much easier it is for us to point out the flaws of those we are looking down on, those who struggle with sins that we don't, or those who have not yet overcome what we have; instead of seeking the mind of God on their behalf. Perhaps before we become so quick to judge our brothers and sisters, before we decide to heap more guilt upon their already sagging shoulders, we should instead strive to lift up their burdens before God and in doing so serve to help lighten their load.

Dog Poop Gospel

It constantly amazes me the ways that God chooses to speak to me. Maybe it's my immature personality or the fact that I have a tendency to be very simple minded but I can't tell you how many times I have been watching Sponge Bob Squarepants and God opens my mind to some deep, or not so deep spiritual truth that is being portrayed right before my eyes. A few weeks ago, Oskar, the dog that we have had for over 6 years became very sick and past away, so now we have Hudson; a 13 week old Snouzer. Hudson is doing pretty well with potty training but sometimes he has accidents and as I sat at the computer doing some work the other day I began to smell one such accident. At first I thought maybe the dog had simply farted because he was setting on my lap at the time and has a tendency to do that when he's comfortable, this habit of his is somewhat annoying. I realized however, as I continued to smell that distinct smell that it's source was probably more than just a simple passing of some puppy gas. When I went to investigate, sure enough I found Hudson's little gift to me on the living room floor. After some time with the carpet cleaner, and some discipline for the dog I went back to work, but for some reason the smell did not go away. I thought maybe he had deposited some more goodies somewhere else in the house, but no matter how hard I looked I could not find anything else that would warrant the smell that was invading my nose. It was past time for me to be up at the church, so I abandoned my search and hopped in the car only to find that the smell was in the car as well! You may have suspected by now, as I did that if the smell had followed me from the house to the car that maybe I should stop looking for it's source in my surroundings and instead turn my eyes on my person. Sure enough, when I did this I found that somehow Hudson had left some of his goodness in a big glob right on my knee, did I mention I was wearing my new jeans? As gross as it may sound, instead of going inside to change my jeans, I just went on up to the church and did my best to wash the mess off. After scrubbing my jeans long enough for the goodness not to be visible any longer, I set to work in my office, however I quickly found out that even though there was no longer a visible mess on my knee, the smell was still very much hanging around.
As I thought about this incident, it became very clear to me how many times this happens to us in a spiritual sense. We realize that something somewhere stinks in our lives and so we do our best to get rid of it. We do good things, we try and be a good person, we recycle and yet no matter how hard we try, something still stinks. This even happens to us as Christians. We know we are forgiven, and we know that Christ is our Savior but at the same time the smell still lingers! Paul talks all through out the book of Colossians to a group of Christians about how they need to stop living the way they did before they came to Christ. As of coarse you know, the only way for me to stop smelling like poop on that fateful day was to get some clean jeans, and spiritually speaking The only way to be truly cleansed is to let go of who we were before, and to dive head first into who God wants us to be. I wonder how God will speak to you today if you are open, it just may be through an unexpected deposit on your new jeans.

The idea behind relevance

As you can probably tell from the title of this blog, the idea of relevance has been on my mind a lot lately, or more importantly are we relevant? Don't get me wrong, we are extremely busy, busy to the point that our days are full to the brim and we continuously wonder why there aren't more hours in the day. What I wonder though is how often are the things we are filling our days with actually relevant to what we are here for?
Each of us, if we claim to be a follower of Christ have been given a commission to go into the world and make disciples. Christ has bestowed on us the responsibility to be ambassadors for him, to basically be Him to a world that is lost and dying. Jesus describes His followers as being salt and light, yet how well are we flavoring the world around us, or shining light in the darkened places? If you look at the cultural trends having to do with our society and the generation at hand, it's not hard to come to the conclusion that we are missing something somewhere, and I can't help but think that it's because Christians have portrayed the message that Christ is no longer relevant. We love to preach loudly to anyone who will listen the evils of abortion and gay marriage, but then we don't love those around us. Maybe our message has become irrelevant because we are yelling too loudly, and loving to sparingly. Now don't get me wrong, sin is still sin and we should stand up for what we believe, however Jesus was relevant to those he spoke to because He offered the down and outs something that no one else would, He loved them.
I wonder if we should stop trying to play the part of the Holy Spirit, stop trying to guilt people into repentance of their sins, and just start loving them because Christ loved them. I think that it's when we strive to do this that we will find our relevance once again, and people will actually begin to see Jesus.