Sunday, April 13, 2008

Living Like the the Word Says


[What does Missional living look like to me?]

As part of the Missional Syncroblog at Missio Dei I am taking some time to reflect on missional living and some of the mandates of the Word of God.
Missional – The intentional association of ones life with a particular passion or goal.
I first heard the term missional in the spring of 2005, when I picked up Mark Driscoll’s book Radical Reformission. As I read the book, I began to realize that my “Christian” life needed some rethinking. I followed up that book with Velvet Elvis, Blue Like Jazz, and then A Generous Orthodoxy. As I have sought to become a missional man, I have sought out the bible, and looked at the commands and example of Christ

Missional living looks like Acts 2:41-47.
So those who received his word were baptized, and there were added that day about three thousand souls. 42 And they devoted themselves to the apostles' teaching and fellowship, to the breaking of bread and the prayers. 43 And awe came upon every soul, and many wonders and signs were being done through the apostles. 44 And all who believed were together and had all things in common. 45 And they were selling their possessions and belongings and distributing the proceeds to all, as any had need. 46 And day by day, attending the temple together and breaking bread in their homes, they received their food with glad and generous hearts, 47 praising God and having favor with all the people. And the Lord added to their number day by day those who were being saved.
Christ followers are devoted to the fellowship of the body. We share each others lives, we love the Word, we live in the spirit. And perhaps most importantly, we see that the community of faith grows through the salvation of individuals.

Missional living looks like Matthew 28: 18-20.
18 And Jesus came and said to them, All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. 19 Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, 20 teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.
Christ followers are devoted to helping people grow spiritually. We take seriously Christ’s command to make disciples. We seek to bring people into the community of Christ through the sharing of the word and call to repentance. We do this in the authority of Christ.

Missional living looks like Isaiah 58: 6-10.
Is not this the fast that I choose:
to loose the bonds of wickedness,
to undo the straps of the yoke,
to let the oppressed go free,
and to break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your bread with the hungry
and bring the homeless poor into your house;
when you see the naked, to cover him,
and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?
8 Then shall your light break forth like the dawn,
and your healing shall spring up speedily;
your righteousness shall go before you;
the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.
9 Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer;
you shall cry, and he will say, Here I am.
If you take away the yoke from your midst,
the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,
10 if you pour yourself out for the hungry
and satisfy the desire of the afflicted,
then shall your light rise in the darkness
and your gloom be as the noonday.
Christ followers love people. We seek to make people’s lives better. We live our lives in service to others, and seek to demonstrate God’s love and justice in a hurting world. We desire to see the whole world reconciled to God and made right.

Missional living looks like II Corinthians 5:17-21
17 If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come. 18 All this is from God, who through Christ reconciled us to himself and gave us the ministry of reconciliation; 19 that is, in Christ God was reconciling the world to himself, not counting their trespasses against them, and entrusting to us the message of reconciliation. 20 Therefore, we are ambassadors for Christ, God making his appeal through us. We implore you on behalf of Christ, be reconciled to God. 21 For our sake he made him to be sin who knew no sin, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.
Christ-followers have been given a mission. We have been called to bring the reconciling message of Christ to a lost and hurting world. We all are “ambassadors of Christ” who demonstrate the sacrificial love of God to the world. We must demonstrate the love that sent the Son to die, to every person we meet. In the text, the call is not merely to evangelize, but to bring about the reconciliation of sinners to God. This means more than just a heart change, but also the reclamation of human dignity and personhood.

Let us live these truths as missionaries in our Culture.
Let us love others with the love of Christ, and demonstrate the change He has made in us.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I love how a post like this, which would be categorized by some theologians as postmodern and emergent because it uses the word "missional," is completely founded on God's word. Missional is to be on purpose with God's purpose - the one who would bless us so that we can bless others and glorify His name. God, the Master Reconciler, Who sent Jesus to fulfill all things. May we fix our eyes on Jesus, our Lord, and do as He leads.

Alan Knox said...

Tim,

I agree with Bryan... I like your connection back to Scripture and the way that you directed this post from Scripture. As we follow Christ by the Spirit, I think we will see these Scriptures come alive in own lives.

-Alan

The Vision?

The vision is Jesus: obsessively, dangerously, undeniably Jesus.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones? They are an army.
And they are free from materialism. They laugh at the markets.
They hardly care! They wear clothes like costumes:
to show and to tell, but never to hide.
They know the meaning of the Matrix; the way the West was won.
They are mobile like the wind; they belong to the nations.
They need no passport.
People write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their strange existence.
They are free, yet they are slaves of the hurting and dirty and dying.

What is the vision?
The vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults break and cry.
It scorns the good and strains for the best. It is dangerously pure.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers choose to lose that they might win, one day
the great "Well done" of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards
and hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.

And the army is disciplined.
Young people who beat their bodies into submission.
Every soldier would take a bullet for his comrades at arms.
The tattoo on their backs boasts "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain."
Sacrifice fuels the fire of victory in their eyes.
Winners. Martyrs. Who can stop them?
Can failure succeed? Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And this generation prays like a dying man with groans beyond
talking, with warrior cries, sulphuric tears
Waiting. Watching: 24 - 7 - 365.
Whatever it takes they will give: Breaking the rules.
Shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide.
Laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs,
laughing at labels, fasting essentials.

The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood cannot hold them.
Peer-pressure is powerless
to shake their resolve
Material clothes matter not
Would they surrender their image or their popularity?
They would lay down their very lives,
swap seats with the man on death row;
guilty as hell.
A throne for an electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears,
with sleepless nights and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God
and live as if it all depends on them.


Their words make demons scream in shopping malls.
Don't you hear them coming?
Here come the frightened and forgotten, with fire in their eyes.
Their prayers summon the hounds of heaven and invoke the ancient dream of Eden.

And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history shaping
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is screaming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing...
This is the sound of the underground.