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… like it does me?

Newberg Friends Church

I go to church with my family every Sunday in a large his­toric brick build­ing in the center of the older part of Newberg.

I know that “the church” is really the people, and that we would be the church even if we met in a school gym­na­sium or a coffee shop, but when I think of my church, I think of this build­ing. It has been a large part of my life and I am extremely thank­ful for it.

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Here are some mem­o­ries and impor­tant events that have hap­pened to me at New­berg Friends Church:

  • In Junior High I sang in the youth choir led by Dennis Hagen. We got to wear those awe­some purple choir robes!
  • In the early sev­en­ties I remem­ber the older high school kids “rebelling against the estab­lish­ment” by daring to wear Levis to church. I remem­ber won­der­ing what was going to happen to them…
  • I loved to sit with my bud­dies in the back row of the bal­cony. My dad often sang in the choir, and when his eye caught mine—that was enough for me to start paying attention!
  • I knelt at the alter as a young high schooler during some spe­cial evening meet­ings, respond­ing to God’s voice. I was already a “believer,” but I made an impor­tant com­mit­ment to Christ there.
  • Also as a high schooler, our youth group was in charge of a ser­vice one Sunday, and believe it or not, I preached. Really! My sermon was from John 3—Jesus’ con­ver­sa­tion with Nicode­mus on being “born again.” (It was a pretty short mes­sage! :-) )
  • I lis­tened to my pas­tors’ ser­mons through the years, Fred Lit­tle­field, Richard Foster, Ron Wood­ward, Dick Sartwell, Gregg Koskela and many others. They preached, taught, warned, encour­aged, reminded, guided, and over­all just pointed me to Jesus.
  • I have sat in silent open wor­ship well over 1500 times there, and gazed at the beams, the stain glass win­dows, and the wood­work, as I lis­tened to Christ… or just sat… and waited.
  • Deanne and I said our vows to each other there on March 22, 1986, in a cer­e­mony that brought together many friends and family. My grand­fa­ther, Oscar Brown, and Deanne’s pastor from Hills­boro friends, Earl Per­isho, officiated.
  • Deanne and I had each of our kids ded­i­cated to God pub­licly there.

I often wonder how those early Friends pulled it off over 115 years ago. How did they decide where to build and when to build? How much to spend? What it would look like and how big it would be? They cer­tainly had a vision for the future.

I have a great love for NFC, and am excited about what God is doing among us, the people that meet there these days.

Here is a list of things I am thank­ful for today:

  • We have an incred­i­bly gifted, com­mit­ted and caring staff
  • We have many won­der­ful people from a wide vari­ety of back­grounds and places
  • We have all ages well represented—babies, chil­dren, youth, young adults, young fam­i­lies, middle-​agers, and retired people
  • Our focus is on fol­low­ing Christ. We are His friends.

Thank God for NFC!

Getting out of the Zone

Sherry asked me to write an arti­cle for our church newslet­ter. Whoa! I haven’t offi­cially writ­ten a “paper” since col­lege! Here it is in case you’re inter­ested. Thanks for asking, Sherry! And thanks to you Kathy for the spring­board! Your honest ques­tion got me think­ing at the exact time I was look­ing for a topic! Here it is:

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I read the fol­low­ing ques­tion in a friend’s blog recently. It had to do with shar­ing in a small group, being open with others and how uncom­fort­able that can be. I com­pletely under­stand the feel­ings behind this:

“I want to know why God is so set against people being in their com­fort zone. I mean, really. What is so bad about being able to relax and skate through life sometimes?”

What is a “com­fort zone” anyway? My own def­i­n­i­tion says it is a place inside of us where we feel the least amount of mental or emo­tional stress or risk. I sus­pect everyone’s indi­vid­ual com­fort zone looks a bit dif­fer­ent, depend­ing on what their own strengths and weak­nesses are, but each one of us knows exactly where the bound­aries of our own com­fort zones are.

A person’s com­fort zone wields a lot of power and can deter­mine lots of things—big things and little things. It influ­ences where you will live, where you will travel, who you will talk to or asso­ciate with, how gen­er­ous you will be, and many other things. Most impor­tantly, it deter­mines how much you will grow.

Now I am going to step out­side of my com­fort zone…and tell you about mine! I know it very well. The bound­aries of my zone are defined by fear—sometimes the fear of fail­ure, but mostly the fear of what people will think. I am not afraid of a lot of things (heights, enclosed spaces, spi­ders, etc.), but this fear is real for me. It has some to do with my per­son­al­ity, but mostly it has to do with where I have set­tled over time. I spend most of my time inside my com­fort zone, and usu­ally it is because I am afraid of ven­tur­ing out of it.

This brings me to the thought in the blog quoted at the begin­ning. Is God against a person being in their com­fort zone? I sup­pose it depends on why they are there. If the person stays there because of fear, then yes, I think God is against that. Not every­thing about a com­fort zone is bad, though. When God made humans, he knew we would need to be able to relax and feel safe. And I am sure He uses us right where we are, no matter what, but the edges of our com­fort zones are where we grow, so we have to step out of there from time to time!

I believe that if we try to follow Christ, and seek to do what is pleas­ing to him, our com­fort zones will nat­u­rally grow to include more things that are not there now—more things that honor and please Him! That is part of the trans­form­ing power of God. He wants to make us more like Him­self. Like Christ! God’s love, joy, and peace flow­ing through us will make us more accept­ing, more giving, more open, and yes, less fearful.

Because of how we were made, it may always be dif­fi­cult to step out of cer­tain parts of our com­fort zones. As for me, I may never feel com­fort­able speak­ing in front of large groups of people, but who knows what God has in mind, His power is so great. As I have been open­ing up with indi­vid­ual friends, and shar­ing my thoughts in smaller groups, it has been get­ting easier. Just like in the phys­i­cal world, doing dif­fi­cult things—even in small steps—makes us stronger, gives us more con­fi­dence, and may even be a real help to those we inter­act with!

Here are some other things I’ve decided to work on…to push out the walls of my zone. (Remember—yours may look different!)

  • Don’t wait…be the first to greet some­one (this is an easy one)
  • Say “hi” to people I don’t know very well (a little harder, but OK)
  • Smile at strangers (This is more risky! I tried this at Lowe’s last week. It was fun to see other people smile back or nod, or look away)
  • Make a fool of myself (What?! Did I write that?)
  • Admit I was wrong (really hard to do, but the results are good!)
  • Ask for help from other people and from God. (Do I really think I can make it through life on my own intel­li­gence and strength?)
  • Give more (time, money, advice, what­ever anyone asks—just be generous)

As I have thought about this theme, it occurred to me that these things not only apply to us as indi­vid­u­als, but as a body of believ­ers here at NFC. Our cor­po­rate com­fort zone needs to keep expand­ing, and adapt­ing to include more things that please God too!

My prayer:

“Jesus, my own com­fort has become too impor­tant, and deter­mines too many things! I want to be in a place where I am more ready to respond to your prompt­ings, but I often feel con­fined by the walls I’ve built around myself. I am afraid of what might happen, and what people will think. Please replace that fear with your strength. Thank you that you have helped me to ignore my com­fort zone at times—to get out of the way, and let you live through me!”