An Echo Update

I sent the following message to our church this evening. I know some of you outside our congregation might be interested as well. Church,

In early January, Echo was approached by Walnut Hills Christian Church leadership to inform us that they were looking to shut down their congregation by the end of 2010. In order to maintain our current meeting space, our leadership put together a proposal to take ownership of the church building. We met with their church in late January and laid out our options, offering our desire to work with them whatever the outcome.

Earlier this evening I had another meeting with the leadership of WHCC. Their response is to continue to meet as a congregation and maintain possession of the building. They are exploring the possibilities of renting out the space during weekdays and applying for some possible grants to keep funding their ministry.

The question that you're probably asking is, "what does this mean for Echo?"

First, it means that we'll continue to meet at 1438 East McMillan, at least throughout the rest of this year; our leadership has decided that, as long as we can maintain our location, we should do so. The building suits our needs very well and our relationship with WHCC remains positive. Tonight they affirmed this relationship and, as long as we can keep this going, we plan on continuing to meet there.

Second, it means that we will again negotiate with WHCC for a Sunday morning meeting time. We are setting up meetings with their church to have the logistics settled by Memorial Day. This will give us a morning worship launch date of this fall. There is still much to hammer out here, so I urge continued continued patience and prayer.

Finally, understand that this is a very good thing. We are blessed with a low cost meeting space that is beautiful and convenient. Our effectiveness in Walnut Hills and the city continues to grow. We are finding more and more people that buy into our vision of resonating the voice of God throughout the city and to the ends of the earth. And we're able to give more than 15% of our offerings to missionaries throughout the world. Do not be mistaken: God is most definitely good.

So we continue on, serving the Lord and embracing our future. I'm thankful for your commitment to the ministry and I'm looking forward to worshipping with you on Sunday night.

Believe me, Christians: the best is yet to come.

Blessings and love, Steve

Taking Back The City

I feel really good about the church in Cincinnati. During the past few months the overall vibe at Echo Church has changed. There's an energy that's growing and other people are feeling it too.

And maybe some this excitement surrounds some potential changes with our young congregation.

At the beginning of this year, we were informed that the church from which we rent is contemplating closing their doors. Since this building has been the only home that Echo Church has known throughout our existence, this puts us in a predicament. We had a couple of the meetings with the church [our landlord] and submitted a proposal to take over the operation of the building. This would be a significant move that would change the way that Echo does ministry, that would take a considerable financial investment. But as we are committed to the Walnut Hills community and the surrounding neighborhoods, we embrace the opportunity to plant even deeper roots here. If our proposal is rejected, we will be forced to find a new meeting place by this fall.

So something's gonna change.

No matter what happens, our church is up for the challenge. We're doing some great ministry, both locally and globally. We're growing beyond our time of being a "church plant" and becoming an established congregation. And regardless of what becomes of things, a building won't define us.

And it's not just what's happening at Echo that has me feeling good. There are also some great things are happening at churches throughout the city. Just to highlight a few of them:

  • Christ the King Church finally launched in January in a nearby neighborhood and looks to be gaining momentum.
  • State Avenue Church of Christ and our friends at Hope Inner City are seeing record crowds at their inner-city congregation. And we at Echo are working with H.I.C. to investigate the possibility of planting a hip-hop church on the westside.
  • I finally met Josh Lenon and some of his team who are preparing to plant Red Door Church in northern Cincinnati.
  • Legend Community Church made it through their first year and continues to reach out to the Oakley area.
  • Covenant First Presbyterian Church, one of our city's oldest churches, continues to thrive under the leadership of Russell Smith.
  • And there are these churches called Vineyard and Crossroads that are doing some cool things too.
  • And I could spend all night listing the dozens of other churches that are doing great things in the Queen City.

To repeat: I'm feeling really good about how the people of God are embracing this city.

The Time's A-Changin'

When we started Echo, and knew that we would be a church that meets at night, we debated the start time. We picked 6:30, thinking that it would give people the opportunity to eat dinner either before or after the service. What we've discovered is that our younger crowd prefers to eat afterward. And if you go out to a restaurant in a group after our church on Sunday, there's a good chance that you're not getting home until 10pm. This is killer for those who have to wake up early Monday morning and get into the office. And it's tough to miss out on after-church-eats because it's become an almost perfect fellowship time.

So our leadership decided on a time change. Starting tomorrow night (February 14th) Echo Church's Sunday gathering will begin at 6:00pm. We've been prepping the church for this move for over a month now, but I wanted to put something up on my personal blog in case some of our well-wishing friends ever wander by.

It's funny because our family will have to readjust our Sunday rhythm; we have been doing it this way for about four-and-a-half years. But I think that, in the long run, it'll be a great thing for our church.

Hope to see you there.

Over the River and Through the Woods

We drove down to Lexington this afternoon for the grand celebration of my daughter's birth. I've made the drive from Cincinnati to Lexington dozens of times over the past thirteen years, but still consider it a pleasant one. Slightly rolling hills plus tree-lined pastures make for a scenic drive. Still, a ninety mile trek can get monotonous. It's almost right at the border of being both too short and too long. I mean, at sixty miles, it's a trip that lasts less than a hour- a glorified commute. At two-hundred miles, you know it's a longer haul, so you can even schedule stops. So ninety is more of an annoyance. And it was even worse when we live on the northern side of town, which left us another twenty miles from the Ohio River.

But the state of Kentucky must love me, because they've made two changes to Interstate 75 that has made it a better trip. First, in the past couple of years, they upped the speed limit to 70MPH; yes, that extra five makes a huge difference. And second, they've added a third lane all the way through between the two cities. Gradually, over the past ten years, they've worked on getting that extra lane in there. And now that it's there, it's fantastic. The trip is that much better now, despite the fact that the outlet mall in Dry Ridge is now a shanty town.

So thanks Kentucky, not just for a speedier trip, but also for switching things up. It's like a brand new journey now.

Just Keep Swimming

You know you're tired. You know tomorrow will be more of the same. Of course, it would be easier to give up. But you shouldn't.

No, seriously. Stick with it.

If you give up, you'll miss out. Nothing in life comes easy.

The version of Romans 3:4 in the New Living Translation encourages us that, "endurance develops strength of character."

Own the day. Rule the month.

Spring is just around the corner. The season's about to change.

Don't give up.

The Latest at the House

The layers of snow have sapped much of my creativity. Ironic, eh? I finally have a little downtime to write yet I have no spectacular topic to offer. My deepest apologies, but I doubt anyone but me cares. But just so I can remember what's been going on in my life, some bullet points:

  • Even with the late season snow, I've done well getting through the winter. I'm marathon training again (well, not in the snow) and I think getting back into shape has helped with my attitude. Still, I can't wait for a little Spring action.
  • Church has been very good lately. I feel like we're hitting on most of our cylinders. I'll probably have more to say about this in the next day or so, suffice to say, I love our church.
  • Sermon prep has been going good as well. We're wrapping the books of 1&2 Thessalonians. I've been preaching out of the New Testament for all but two months since the summer of 2008. This was by design, because starting on Easter we'll begin the book of Exodus. It'll take about a year for us to get through it, and I'm giddy about it. I love the Old Testament and thoroughly enjoy presenting its relevancy to our modern lives.
  • Speaking of the O.T., I'm taking a seminary class on the book of Genesis. I'm thoroughly enjoying it. Dr. Mark Ziese is a professor I avoided as an undergrad because of the amount of work he assigns. I guess this is my penance.
  • We were in Lexington last weekend to watch the Wildcats play at Rupp Arena. They have a very good team this year. As for my Bearcats, I have serious doubts about Coach Cronin. It makes me sad: I really like the guy, but his teams have never gelled and they lose as the end of the season. Since the re-upped his contract last year, I think he'll keep his job at least one more season.
  • Less than two weeks until pitchers and catchers report. Am I a homer because I like this Reds team's chances?
  • The Winter Olympics are coming this weekend. My wife has Vancouver issues (that's a story she can share) and I'm not as into them as the Summer games. I will, however, try to DVR curling. I love that stuff.
  • No "24" or "American Idol" this spring. All I have to do is scan Facebook and I get the gist.
  • Speaking of Facebook, I actually like the new look, but it seems like the news feed refreshes less frequently. Anyway . . .
  • We watch too much HGTV. And I like it. Maybe I should start chewing tobacco.

Will we get back-to-back snow days? I doubt it, but I wouldn't turn it down.

iMSMARTENOUGHTOWAIT

I was one of the disappointed after yesterday's Apple presentation. As one who owns many a Steve Jobs product, I've come to expect a lot from the company. Personally, my disappointment stemmed from no announced upgrade in the MacBook Pro line (I'm in need of a new laptop) But that's not the point of this little rambling. Many of the disgruntled are angry the the new iPad isn't much more than a larger iPhone. It's a stripped down piece of equipment with little memory that's, basically, sealed off from additions. Techies were incredulous that there was no camera on the tablet, which would make online conference calls even cooler.

But if you've read about the iPad, everyone knows why the thing came with few bells and whistles: Apple will add them on in future releases. Sure, they have the technology to add them now but, as with most Apple products, they will become even better at a more affordable price in the near future. I'm willing to bet that by this Christmas, the iPad will have a camera, much more memory, and an attractional price.

This fact should cause the consumer to wonder: why did Apple even put this thing out if it's incomplete?

And the answer: early adopters.

These are the loyal Mac-geeks who will buy anything that "the Jobs" produces. They've probably already ordered their iPad and, on the day it hits their front door, they'll hurry over to Starbucks so someone will see them using it. Since Apple knows fan boys will buy this coolest new toy, why bother outfitting it fully? Ironically, it'll be these same people who will whine when the new version is released (with better accessories and at a better price), moaning that Apple is punishing them when they were committed to the technology from the get go.

They're not punishing them deliberately. They just know that earlier adopters are masochistic.

I'm not sure I have much use for an iPad (at least as is anyway). That's not to say that I'll never own one, but I'd never buy any new Apple toy until the second or third generation.

So feel free to hang on there. Save your money. It's bound to get better.

Politics As Usual

In what some have commented is the greatest political upset of this generation, Republican Scott Brown tonight laid claim to the U.S. Senate seat occupied fir decades by the late-Ted Kennedy. I could not help but remember something I wrote the night of Barack Obama's election to the Presidency. Here I gave some counsel to both political parties:

For those Republican supporters: Don’t fret. While the internet and certain television networks [well, all of them] are saying that this is the end of the G.O.P., realize that this is part of the ebb and flow of the American electorate. The Democrats seem to forget that they most recently experienced this feeling in the late 1990’s. But it is again the Democrats’ time and now the Republican Party will be in a position to freely to criticize big government, its most comfortable posture.

For those Democratic supporters: Good luck. Hope is a most beautiful thing because it’s directed towards something that very well could be. The problem is that unrealized hope is a venomous creature. With full control of two branches of government, nothing should be impossible for the Dems to accomplish. Unless the next few years are fruitful, matching the high levels of hope that now exist, things will revert back to the G.O.P. in eight years.

That's about right.

Looking back on this post, the big thing I might end up missing on was my prediction that Obama would be a two-term president. I have my doubts now. He's a better campaigner than governor, so maybe he'll still hold on to the White House. It'll ultimately depend on who the G.O.P. runs against him.

The lesson for all is to understand that the reality of politics is found in the word's etymology:

"Poly" = many, "Tics" = blood sucking insects

Everybody's Going Off The Deep End

Kelly has told me that I always function better when I'm busy. I'm not sure I believed her, but I looked back at this past week and began to believe it. Just this past week, my slew of activities looks almost impressive: I worked full-time at Cincinnati Christian— recruiting students and preparing an ad campaign, I parented my child, I conducted multiple counseling sessions, I did some repair work on the church building, I spent time with my wife, I trained for a marathon, I went to a preschool open house, I prepared my sermon, I participated in a community council meeting (of which I'm a board member), I participated in numerous meetings (both online and real-life), and I found time to read a book.

And starting this week, I'm taking another seminary class.

And starting next week, I'll be teaching a college course.

And I'm functioning quite well, thank you.

There's a reason why I'm sharing this list, and a vocational one like that: there's a tendency among ministers to keep each other accountable for overworking. True, many ministers have ignored their families for the sake of church work; these people need to understand that God's calling to their family is their greatest responsibility. A larger problem, I'd suggest, is that many of us ministers are lazy.

There, I said it.

A recent survey revealed that clergy are the people most satisfied with their jobs. Many will suggest that this is because they get paid to help people. I would counter that perhaps because it's a sweet gig. While there is some hard work involved with this job, it's no more than any other vocation. Because so few people understand what we actually do, it's difficult to relate to this job stress. My opinion: it could be way worse.

Look, work is work. It's the curse of Eden. But many of us (not just ministers, mind you) loathe it to the extent that we don't see that value in it. While our work doesn't need to define us, it can forge and refine us into stronger people.

I witnessed this firsthand throughout my life. I was reared by a father who was a blue-collar worker who grew up in poverty and by a mother who was an impoverished farmer's daughter. I witnessed first hand their hard work: waking up before dawn, moving from the start of the day until the end of the night, even weekends were devoted to work. They served without ceasing. My parents found pleasure and accomplishment in working hard. My generation is content to outsource.

Sidebar: I wonder how our country will survive when my generation is finally in charge of this thing. Will it be odd when the President of the United States is a gamer?

Now that I'm at the end of this, I'm not quite sure there's a point to my Sunday night rambling. Perhaps it's as simple as this: as you face yet another work week that was the potential for sucktitude, embrace it. Give it your all. Find something redeemable about it. The apostle Paul suggested, "whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him."

Giving To Haiti

Whenever a disaster strikes, especially one from which we're geographically separated, we're usually suspended in a state of helplessness concerning what to do. Since many of you might be looking for a legitimate place where you can send donations, I want to offer up an established organization that you can trust. I.D.E.S. harbors partnerships with missions throughout the world, so when times of calamity occur, they can immediately divert resources to the region. I.D.E.S. has numerous partnerships in Haiti and is already coordinating efforts with local agencies. And the most reassuring part is this: while some organizations shave donations for administrative costs, 100% of your contribution will go directly to Haiti.

So if you're looking for a place to send funds, I'd recommend visiting the I.D.E.S. website.

I Still Believe

I really like maps, and I'm not sure why. Maybe it's because they help me realize exactly where things are. Since we started Echo, we take one worship service early in the year to reflect on the past year and look forward at what lies ahead. I'll call it my "mapping" sermon. It's always one of my favorite messages because 1) it doesn't take nearly as much research as a regular sermon; I just make an outline and share what's on my heart and 2) it's a reminder to me where God has brought us.

Tonight was the night of that service. And I enjoyed myself profusely.

I continually forget how amazing these past five years have been for us. In the spring of 2005, the plan for a new church in urban Cincinnati started to take root in our lives. Quitting my job, selling our house, moving downtown were all part of the plan and now I'm finally willing to admit that those were some of the most frightening things I've ever had to do. If I'm really being honest, I didn't want to take those risks. But looking at life on the other side, and I can assert that those were the best days of my young life.

It's all because I had no idea. I didn't know what would be. But I believed.

You see, there's belief, and then there's unadulterated, burning your bridges, downright stupid belief; it's the kind of thing that makes no sense on paper, and even less sense in real life. Although I like to think that I'm a visionary, I had no idea how this thing would look. In fact, the only thing I knew is that it had the potential for becoming a life-defining failure. But even though we really haven't "made-it" even yet, just looking in the past makes me optimistic about the future. God was there yesterday. He'll be there tomorrow. That's my happy place.

And here's the truly inspiring part: tonight, as I was being encouraged while recalling from whence we came, I was surrounded by people who were owning it too. They weren't there with me when I was in seminary, as the DNA of our church was being formed. Neither where they there during a dinner when Kelly shed tears acknowledging that we needed to plant this church. Nor were they present as Aaron Burgess, I, and our wives prayed in a suburban shopping mall for what Echo would mean to our city. But even though they weren't there, they've bought into it; it's all their history too. They've taken possession of this past and will undoubtedly shape Echo's future.

So tonight, I'm thankful for belief; for faith, for patience, for the journey.

Speaking of journey, tonight, as Kaelyn headed off to bed, she sang some lyrics from her father's childhood.

"Don't stop believin' . . . " the three year old belted out.

And her daddy smiled, because he hadn't.

My Unforgetable Aughties

It's been an interesting ten years. We lived in four different dwellings. We lost loved ones. We expanded our family. And after starting the decade employed by Cincinnati Christian University, I end it working there as well . . . with a couple of stops in between.

As we close the door on this decade, we're still not sure what to call it. I'm thinking that people will just reflect back on this decade by referencing groups of years (for example, "sometime back between 2005 and 2007 . . ."). So if we don't know what to call it, how will we remember it?

I've read a few decade-ending retrospectives calling this "the forgotten decade," but, as for me, there was plenty to remember about it. So for my last post of the year, I offer to you, the top ten unforgettable moments from my life past ten years.

10. Buying our first home (September, 2002). I distinctly remember the moment I knew we were going to purchase our place in Deerfield Township: I felt almost ill. The responsibility seemed overwhelming. And God blessed us on the back end, helping us sell it on our own in just three days. We miss that home, but love our current urban abode.

9. The starting of this blog (November 23, 2004). I know, this seems a little vain, but blogging has been a significant part of my decade. I've built relationships with people through this thing. And considering that I've kept it going over five years now as other blogs lay dead along the roadside, I'm thinking this thing will last even longer than I imagined.

8. My academic pursuits (2000-2009). I can't nail down a date for this one, but it was a good decade for adding letters after my name. I never thought I'd be an eternal student, but what I've learned through this schooling will continue to impact my life and ministry throughout future decades. In keeping with this theme . . .

7. My collegiate teaching experience (July 7, 2008). Again, I'm not sure I ever imagined that I'd be an adjunct professor, but I absolutely love it. Well, actually, I love everything but grading papers. I feel almost at home in the classroom. I look forward to the opportunity to teach more in the years to come.

6. My first marathon (May 3, 2009). I use the word "first" because I'm planning on running it again; this is ironic as I swore at mile 26 that I'd never do this again. But the sheer sense of accomplishment I felt after crossing the finish line is something I'll never forget and it's what's motivating me to do it again.

5. My hepatitis (February 2006). Look, it was absolutely horrible. I wouldn't wish it on anyone else. But those two weeks (just after the birth of my daughter) hit me harder than any sickness I've ever had. I wasn't fully recovered for four months. I didn't like it, but I won't forget it.

4. My mission trip to Venezuela (February 2004). I had never really been on mission trip before and yet I was leading this one. Fortunately, my high school Spanish classes were still memorable and I was able to communicate with some of the locals. Caracas was a beautiful city and I hope to make it back there one day.

3. Our vacation to Jordan/Israel/Paris (February-March 2005). This was the trip of a lifetime. Two-and-a-half weeks where all we had to do was soak in the big wide world. It was non-stop memories, with some serendipitous moments thrown in for fun. Israel almost felt like home. We're definitely hoping to make it back there in the decade to come.

2. The founding of Echo Church (October 16, 2005). I really believe that this is the journey that will define my life. It's been a non-stop lesson in faith, patience and perseverance. But the past four years has been an immeasurable blessing. I'm excited to see what the future holds as Echo emerges from infancy towards adolescence.

1. The birth of my daughter (February 12, 2006). I remember it was after a few weeks of hospital waiting; I never took to sleeping in that hospital lounger. I remember snapping a picture with the clock just after 10pm. I remember seeing the doctor holding a gangly leg. And I still remember the wonder that lingers with me still today. Even when she drives me crazy, she makes me smile. Hands down, Kaelyn's the best thing to happen to me this decade.

Important News Concerning My Birthday Wish

The advent of Facebook has made my birthday public knowledge. OK, I can live with that. But I get bored watching the same "Happy Birthday" greeting time after time on Facebook walls. What I need is for you to exhibit some creativity. Last year, I asked well-wishers to contribute a birthday haiku and they responded in force. This year, I'd like for you to get creative once again, but this year I'll make it a little easier.

This year, I only want ONE WORD— your favorite word. Either in the comments on this post or on my Facebook wall, leave your favorite word for my birthday.

Now let's keep this civil. Perhaps your favorite word is a profanity. Congratulations. Feel free to keep it to yourself and use an alternate. Otherwise, just think about the word and let me know.

Maybe it's a long word. Maybe it's a short word. Maybe it's a word from your childhood. Maybe it's a word from another language. I don't care. I just want to know it.

This way, my birthday gives us the chance to learn a little bit about each other. And that would make me happy.

Blue Christmas

What follows is mini-rant. If you want your warm, fuzzy Christmas feeling pulverized, enjoy the read. I woke up this morning and headed into work, something I haven't done in years on a Christmas Eve. And it really didn't bother me at all.

My commute in seemed pretty normal, except that there were very few people out and about. It's interesting that Christmas Eve has morphed into almost full holiday status. I guess that speaks to the power of Christmas: even the day before it yields to its glory.

And, in relation to all this, I'm just . . . meh.

I don't need a spotlit Linus to quote Luke 2 for me. Nor do I require a triad of paranormal visitors to show me my past, present, an future. It's just that, after more than a decade of ministry, I tire of what we've done to this day. From Black Friday madness to billboards putting words into the mouth of Jesus, the extremes of both the pagan and the holy factions have left me exhausted.

Don't get me wrong: there's still beauty in this season. On Monday I was able to deliver an Explorer-filled load of gift that the folk at Echo collected for needy families. The generosity of this time of year is something I wish I could bottle up and keep throughout the year.

All the other stuff . . . I can tolerate it, I guess. I just lament the overdose.

I'm not saying Christmas is of the devil, but we need to dial it down a bit. The importance that Christians thrust upon this holiday is, most often, displaced.

Jesus is still Jesus when he's outgrown the manger.

We embrace the silent imagery of the newborn baby without a thought to his savage death thirty-three years later. If you're irate about the un-P.C.ness of "Merry Christmas," try channeling your anger towards the person whose sin killed the kid. Yep, that's you.

He was born to die, folks; born to die for you. Perhaps that's why one of my favorite Christmas songs is What Child Is This?. Yes, the lyrics are powerful, but it's the minor key that draws me in. It reminds me that all is not happy and joyous. An ominous cloud hangs over this scene, like the gift of myrrh to a young child.

And this is why I'm a tad blue this Christmas. And that's OK.

Happy holidays.

I Declare [Email] Bankruptcy

Finally getting finished with all our web changes. My friend Brian has been a huge help to us (and our church), giving us constant attention throughout the changeover to new servers. He is my go-to guy on all tech needs. The final key was switching over email. The new server was spammed constantly, so much so that I was dreaming of Viagra ads. We finally changed over to a Gmail set-up, so I've spent the evening getting organized. I imported all my previous emails into my new account on Mac Mail and deleted my old accounts. I should have thought this out better. Dragging the emails into the new account merely copied them. When I finally deleted the accounts, the emails were gone as well. Fortunately, I've been backing up my hard drive, but I haven't done so since December 1st.

In short, if I haven't responded to you, I might not be ignoring you. Email me again and, if I don't respond, then I probably was.

Questions of Faith [The Canon]

QUESTION: "Could you explain the canonization process? I understand why the Gnostic gospels weren't included, that one is easy. But what about the extra books that the Catholic Church includes. And in the book of Jude, the writer quotes from an apocryphal text, as does Paul in a few places; does this mean those books should be trusted as inspired?" This seems to be a good place to start. Basically, how did the Bible become the Bible? By the way, the term "canonization" (use only one "n" in the word or your talking about the instrument of destruction) is derived from a word that 4th century church leader Athanasius used in reference to the completed books of the New Testament.

We don't have any original manuscripts from the Bible. Yes, we have numerous copies that date over thousands of years, but we don't have anything written by Paul or the apostles. The earliest scrap from the New Testament is a tiny piece of scroll from the gospel of John 18 which dates to 125 A.D. Still, we have multiple manuscript copies with unparalleled consistency that shows that scribes faithfully copied the texts as accurately as possible.

Conservative Christians hold that the Hebrew Scriptures (the Old Testament) were written from the time of Moses (approximately 1400B.C.) until after the exiles were allowed to return to Palestine from Babylon (about 400 B.C.) Soon thereafter, Alexander the Great conquered much of the known world, uniting many people groups under the cultural banner of Hellenism. After his death, his generals split up the territory, and a family known as the Ptolemies ruled over Egypt. The key city there was Alexandria, a place where a large contingency of Jews lived. Depending on your take on history (here mythology seems to intermingle with reality) the Old Testament was translated into Greek for inclusion in the great library of the city.

This translation was known as the "Septuagint," derived from the word "seventy" (seen in your Bible notes as the "LXX"). In determining the contents, the traditional books we now consider as the Old Testament were included, in addition to several books known as the Apocrypha (meaning "hidden"). Primarily wisdom literature, these books differ from the others because they were penned in the Greek language; the established O.T. was written in Hebrew and some limited Aramaic.

After the fall of Jerusalem in 70A.D., the Jewish communal center transitioned from Jerusalem to Jamnia. A nineteenth century scholar suggested there must have been a rabbinical council here to cement the Jewish canon. Whether or not this occurred is debatable. Still, by this time the Jews are using those traditional 39 books of the Old Testament. While there are references to the Apocrypha, they are not held in the same esteem as the other books.

When it comes to the New Testament, the contents of these books were written in the first century A.D. While we'll touch on these "Gnostic" books later, understand that there was widespread agreement of the authenticity of these books with decades of their writing. Although there were many different gospels written in those first two centuries (perhaps you've heard of the Gnostic Gospels of Thomas, Mary, and Judas) the four that we currently have were asserted to be true by early church father Irenaeus by 160 A.D. By the early 200's, the church leader Origen was using the 27 books we use today. When Jerome was translating his Latin version of the Bible, he did not believe the Apocrypha was be inspired, but was later directed by the bishop of Rome to include those books in his translation. Over 1,000 years later, when Luther translated the Bible, he placed these Apocrypha books between the Old and New Testaments, explaining why they're sometimes called "Intertestamental Books."*

In the fourth and fifth centuries, the Christian Church held various councils that finally affirmed these books. Since then (especially in the last 150 years) there have been debates about the validity of these books, but I would offer that the collective weight of history speaks to their truth. The church (and the Jews before them) has maintained them as holy for thousands of years. This is not a definitive argument, but cannot be ignored.

As far as the Apocrypha being inspired, it's a continual source of argument. These books must be held up to the others in the Hebrew Scriptures, and their historicity and presence are not as cemented as well as the other 39. As our questioner notes, there are instances where it seems the Apocrypha is quoted in the New Testament. There is much argument over whether or not these are actual quotes from the Apocrypha or just similarities. Yet even if there are Apocrypha quotes in the N.T., we know that the apostle Paul repeatedly quoted popular culture/pagan literature to make a point. So just because it's in there doesn't validate it as inspired.

In the end I'd offer that even if the Apocrypha was inspired, there is no instruction written within them that we can't find in the traditional 66 books. These books that we hang on to have been meticulously maintained over centuries. I'll gladly hitch my wagon to them.

*Another Luther/Bible tidbit: it was he who ordered the New Testament as we view them today. He believed the stories of Jesus to be most important and had doubts about books from Hebrews through Revelation and put them at the end of the New Testament. Even though Luther had doubts, he knew he couldn't remove them entirely; the weight of history was against him.

Questions of Faith [An Introduction]

I have this good friend who has supported my ministry for years. He's a great Christian man and makes full effort to live a faithful Christian life. He called me up on the phone a couple of weeks ago and said he was struggling with his faith. He wasn't really wrestling with HOW HE SHOULD LIVE (morality), rather, he was concerned with WHAT TO BELIEVE. When you decide to follow Jesus and connect with a Christian community, you're usually surrounded by people who have figured out how to deal with these troubling aspects of faith. There are a few ways people deal with these questions of faith: Some people brush questions aside and don't deal with them at all; these people choose to accept ignorance, going with the flow and reasoning that millions of believers can't possibly be wrong. Other people immerse themselves in a quest for truth and are indiscriminate of the data they're examining. This group can be easily swayed to dismiss Christianity all-together; in fact, many a liberal biblical scholar were reared in simplistic, ultra-conservative faith communities and finally rejected faith as a result of deeper studies. Then there are those people struggling with skepticism who honestly and humbly seek to discover answers to their questions. These people tend to consult clergy for help with these questions and, unfortunately, this can actually prove to be detrimental. You see, many ministers adhere to the earlier described "go-with-the-flow" philosophy and haven't really felt the need to explore the deeper issues themselves. These ministers usually suggest that you just read your Bible more, pray more, go to church more, and God will strengthen your faith.

But there are answers out there, and clergy ought to be able to help reveal these answers. I am by no means an expert in the field of apologetics (the defense of the Christian faith), but I know that some of you share the same questions that my friend has. And while you might not read an entire book on these subjects, you might be able to digest what I write here on my website. So over the next few weeks, I'm going to answer my friend's questions here on the blog. The majority of them concern the biblical text, but if others emerge, I'll go ahead and take a stab at them. The point of the exercise is that we believers to continue to ask difficult questions and diligently seek those answers.

And all of this is not to say that Christianity is fully dependent on empirical evidence (proven facts). In the end, what we have is faith. I believe God gives us enough to keep us going, but there are still holes that must be filled by the individual.

Still, we have questions . . .

Bye-Bye BK

One second. That was the difference between Brian Kelly staying at UC or going.

I told Kelly as I enthusiastically pulled for Nebraska Saturday night that this was more than just a football game: it was the future of Cincinnati football. If the Big 12 officials don't abuse their authority by putting that one second back on the play clock, the Bearcats are playing Alabama in the National Championship and there is no possible way that BK can go to South Bend.

Why do you think he didn't seem too torn up about the situation in interviews the next day?

Anyway, the coach leaves, the players and the fanbase feel betrayed, but I can't be too disappointed. UC football is light years ahead of where it was just a couple of years ago. If you had told me then that BK would've only been here three seasons but they will have played in the Orange and Sugar Bowls, I would've taken it in a heartbeat. The facilities are improving (with a new practice bubble that the Bengals will have to rent), they are part of the national conversation, and a symbol of the changing college football landscape, where smaller schools can compete.

"He lied!" people will cry, but [newsflash]: that's what college coaches do. Sure, I'm disappointed that BK didn't have the class to tell his players first, or to at least address the local media before he bolted Dodge, but place the blame on college football. Notre Dame had to hire him now because of the February National Signing Day. This season (between now and February) is actually as important as the bowl season itself; if you can't get the players, you can't win the games. There's no reason the NCAA can't move that date back and protect the student-athletes from coaches bolting before the end of the season. This is why BK left early- it's what the system demands. So like I said, it sucks, but it's the system.

Furthermore, understand that in less than a week, UC will do the exact same thing to some other college program; they'll swoop in, steal a coach, and another group of kids will pay the price. It is a game where the egos of college coaches and the immense amount of money at stake rule the day.

I loved having BK here, but his ego was too large for the UC program. Best wishes to him at Notre Dame. I doubt they'll be sitting at #3 in the country anytime soon. And if he doesn't put the Irish in back-to-back BCS games soon, he'll experience a backlash that he's never felt before. You wanted big-time, BK? You got it.

And now, we look to Mike Thomas, UC's AD and see what's next. My pick is Kevin Sumlin at University of Houston. Whomever they select, they'll inherit an energized fanbase, a town that loves its football, and proof that they could one day be considered among the elite ranks.

Cheer Cincinnati.

The Givers In My Life

In the midst of this season of giving, I offer you three stories of those who share. 1. We had a good Thanksgiving Day with my parents and family. The night before Thanksgiving, my dad always asks if I'll help organize the neighborhood church Thanksgiving service. My friend Aaron was kind enough to preach, and Kelly and I led the music. A guy from the neighborhood showed up early for the service and hung out. Apparently he's new to the neighborhood, just experienced his second divorce, and is struggling to find employment. My dad struck up a conversation with him and, upon hearing that he had no Thanksgiving plans, invited him to spend the holiday with our family.

Side Note: this is just like my parents. I never realized how frequently they did this when we were growing up. Whenever someone didn't have anyplace to go to get a meal, my parents swooped in and had them over. It didn't matter whether or not they even knew the person, they were welcomed at our house.

So when the guy (his name is Ray) got to the house, he admitted that he was a former alcoholic who had made some poor life decisions. He had very little to his name, so my parents started emptying the house of things to give him. He didn't have any pots or pans to cook with, so they even gave him theirs. I ended up taking him home that evening and had the chance to see his little apartment. It was a rather crappy place that was completely bare. I naively asked Ray, "there's no bed here. Where do you sleep?" He answered that he was afraid of keeping many possessions in case he was evicted, so he chose to sleep on the floor. We had an unused mattress over at the church, so we arranged a time to get it to him, so he can now at least be elevated and not so cold when he sleeps.

At the end of the day, I was truly thankful for how God has provided for my family. And I felt blessed to have grown up in a house where the teachings of Jesus were lived out before my very eyes.

2. In the same vein, I think about my friends Scott and Robin. They live in Price Hill with their kids and remind me a lot of my parents. When you live in the midst of people who have constant needs, it's very easy to ignore them all together. The Duebbers refuse to do this. They have a third floor that they've used at multiple times to house people in need. My times we talk about giving, but we do so as long as it doesn't interfere with our personal space. When you open up your home to others, you sacrifice the sacred realm but receive blessings that few ever get to experience. I'm excited that little Toby and Aimee will have a similar experience that I did in my youth: witnessing their parents display unparalleled generosity.

3. This past Sunday I had the opportunity to preach at my friend Everett's church. I call Everett my friend, but he's actually my parents' age. I've known him since I was an obnoxious preteen and have been blessed to have maintained a relationship with him throughout the years.

Everett has become a hero of mine, because over the past thirty years he has ministered in one of Cincinnati's most difficult neighborhoods. Sure, Walnut Hills can be rough, but it's nothing compared to the Fay Apartments area. Ministering in the city can be exhausting but Everett (and his faithful wife, Bonnie) refuse to give up. Their church was one of the few inter-racial churches among the independent Christian Churches. Now, the population of the congregation is almost entirely African American.

Side Note: Preaching in a black church is like Red Bull for a white preacher; you get giddy from the excitement because of the vibe. People are fully engaged, they give you verbal responses, and a good joke will make you feel like a world champion. My time at the President Drive Church of Christ did not disappoint. Even though I barely had any voice because of a cold, it worked out great. I'm not sure I'm hard-wired, however, for worship services that last well over two hours.

Even as Everett and Bonnie inspire me, their church did as well. At the conclusion of the service they had a "sharing time" where people offer up prayer requests and what they're thankful for. An eighty-year old woman offered that she was thankful that God had taken care of her through all of her life's struggles. She then turned around and looked at me and said, "and I want to encourage our young preacher today. You did a good job today, and I really believe that God is going to continue to use your gifts to change our city." It was some of the best encouragement I've received all year.

Surrounded by such a great cloud of givers, I can't help but be in the mood. Who's giving around you? Where's the generosity in your life and how are you using it to impact others?

Our Finest Hour

At noon tomorrow the Cincinnati Bearcats will take the gridiron with a chance to claim their second consecutive Big East final and the possibility of playing in the National Championship. If Steve circa 2005 had the chance to see that previous sentence, he would have assumed that future Steve had become a drug addict prone to hallucinations.

It's amazing that the local college football program has come so far in such a short amount of time. Of course, much of the credit must go to head football coach Brian Kelly. Since he's arrived, the program has gone on a tear that has attracted national (also Notre Dame-onal) attention. But, honestly, some credit must be given to Bob Huggins as well, as his successful basketball program was the prime reason that the University of Cincinnati was invited into the Big East, setting the stage for tomorrow's opportunity.

I say opportunity while others claim catastrophe. As I've surveyed the media landscape, there is much skepticism surrounding the Bearcats; for some reason, people think they're 11-0 pretenders. The majority of football pundits I've seen are predicting a Pittsburgh victory which, if happens, could land the top-10 Bearcats in an obscure bowl game. Throw in the possibility that Brian Kelly could conceivably be on a plane to South Bend on Sunday, and it throws UC backers' stomachs into knots.

More than that, there's seems to be a Cincinnati inevitably, a black cloud that hovers over our city's sports teams. Since the Reds won the World Series in 1990, there have been some good sports teams here in town. Yet there's always been something happen to derail them from glory: UC basketball plays horrible against the Fab Five in 1992, the baseball strike when the Reds where good in 1994, Kenyon Martin breaks his leg killing UC basketball title hopes in 1998, a Reds dream season in 1999 is thwarted when the commissioner makes them play a late night game in Milwaukee only to come home and lose the play-in game to the Mets, Bob Huggins fired in the summer of 2005 when he had an amazing cast of recruits ready to come to Clifton, Carson Palmer's ACL demolished in the playoff game verses the Steelers in 2006.

Whew. Just typing that paragraph was depressing.

It would seem that tomorrow will be yet another addition to the list. I know a lot of people here in town are already buying into the storm cloud.

I, however, will not be discouraged.

WHEN the Bearcats win tomorrow, and we establish supreme dominance over the city of Pittsburgh this year by sweeping all their football teams, it will be our finest hour. And it will permeate the entire sports culture here in town. We will no longer expect the worst to happen. We will be able to speak confidently of our teams, trusting them to come through. We can speak of NCAA Championships, Super Bowls, and . . . yes, World Series and not be laughed at.

Look, I understand there's much to lose, but I am ready to move past the last two decades of darkness and enter into the era of unlimited possibilities.

It can happen . . . nay . . . it WILL happen.

Sleep well, Cincinnati. Tomorrow is day one of our sports dreams coming true.