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The best reason for me to watch my language

This is scary: You can tame a tiger, but you can’t tame a tongue—it’s never been done. The tongue runs wild, a wanton killer. With our tongues we bless God our Father; with the same tongues we curse the very men and women he made in his image. Curses and blessings out of the same mouth! My friends, this can’t go on. A spring doesn’t gush fresh water one day and brackish the next, does it? Apple trees don’t bear strawberries, do they? Raspberry bushes don’t bear apples, do they? You’re not going to dip into a polluted mud hole and get a cup of clear, cool water, are you?

James 3:7-12 (The Message)

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SOTB has started

The first week has come and gone.  We’ve been systematically going through Larry’s book, A Time To Understand, this week and onto the next.  The book focuses primarily on apologetics and worldview stuff, so we’ve had great talks with the students about our (human beings) inherent value and how we need to live according to our God given design.

My first teaching in the SOTB was this week.  I taught on the three ways people try to define moral standards outside of the Bible.  The three ways are Hedonism (Moral Relativism), Majority Consensus, and the Social Elite.  In two weeks we’ll be covering Hermeneutics, which will be my teaching track.  That means that I’m in charge of working with Larry to get the teaching and homework schedules set up as well as print out their notepacks.

This year has already been extremely busy and I don’t see any let up in the near future.  Please pray for both Megan and I as we do our best to work hard and help our students, of varying ages, come to a better understanding of God and how He works.

Steve.

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Christ and Whose Culture?

http://www.sojo.net/index.cfm?action=magazine.article&issue=soj0906&article=christ-and-i-whose-i-culture

A new wave of Native American evangelical theologians rejects the false choice between following Jesus or embracing their traditions :: by Kent Annan

SEVERAL HUNDRED PEOPLE stand on the grass waiting to enter the auditorium for the opening service of a Christian conference. People are holding bold, pre-printed signs (Teach for America, Evangelicals for Social Action, New York Theological Seminary) for the processional.

Meanwhile Richard Twiss has found a piece of scrap paper, because he doesn’t have a sign. He writes something with a ballpoint pen, then shows it to the four friends he’s standing with who are, like him, Native American evangelical theologians involved in ministry.

The others smile. The sign says: “Fighting Terrorism since 1492.”

It’s a cry for justice. It’s a serious reaction to the pain their communities continue to feel. It’s a reaction to all the other streams of “justice work” around them. It’s subversively funny. And it’s ballpoint pen on scrap paper, so it seems characteristic in another way: As they process in behind the sign over Twiss’ head, nobody in the auditorium can read what it says.

“It’s a problem of being heard,” says Randy Woodley, one of the theologians. “I feel like 500 years ago, maybe God did bring the white [people] over. But it was supposed to be something mutual, where we learned from each other. Instead the white [people] conquered, helped out by their understanding of Christianity. Five hundred years later, we ask ourselves, now are people ready to listen?”

Visions

Richard Twiss, 54, is tall, with olive skin, long black hair, and a curved bone necklace. His friends jokingly call him “Hollywood” because “he looks how the movies think we should look.”

He’s a member of the Rosebud Lakota Sioux tribe and lives in Vancouver, Washington. He wrote One Church, Many Tribes and founded the ministry Wiconi International. Recently he was finishing his doctor of missiology dissertation, hosting guests from Pakistan at his home, and leaving the next day to lead the Wiconi Family Camp and Powwow for 250 people, which includes Native Christian worship and traditional dance and song. His sense of humor is evident from our first meeting when he introduces himself: “My [Native] name is Humping Dog.”

It’s actually Taoyate Obnajin, “He Stands With His People.” But since his mystical encounter with Jesus and conversion in his early 20s, Twiss has not always found it easy to stand with his people. When he first started following Jesus, he felt forced to choose between being a Christian (“cut my hair and reject my Native American culture and spirituality to join the white evangelical church”) or a Native American.

But now he is part of a group of Native American evangelical theologians who reject this either/or as a false choice. In 2000, he and seven colleagues formed the North American Institute for Indigenous Theological Studies (NAIITS) to nurture theology and ministry that is “clearly evangelical yet fully contextual in its approach.”

An opportunity opened with Asbury Theological Seminary’s invitation for four NAIITS members to enroll in its Ph.D. program with full scholarships. That led to 10 more doctoral students and eight master’s students in different theology programs. In eight years NAIITS’ informal membership has grown to dozens of individuals and about a dozen institutions, including seminaries across the continent from different denominations and theological perspectives. They now publish an academic journal, organize symposiums, mentor graduate students, and train Native Christian leaders.

Randy Woodley (Keetoowah Cherokee Indian legal descendent), another NAIITS founder, is finishing his Ph.D. at Asbury Seminary and teaching at George Fox Seminary in Oregon. He traces the roots of this movement to the 1980s, when a few evangelicals started integrating more of their culture into their practical and church ministries—burning cedar during worship services, starting a sweat lodge, using eagle feathers in prayer, and supporting sobriety powwows. (Native American Catholic and mainline Protestants have a longer history of theological and liturgical work to maintain the integrity of their indigenous beliefs and practices alongside their Christian ones. Such efforts have multiplied since the 1960s.)

Twiss and his colleagues are nourishing this movement with academic work that is also personal: How does one follow Jesus in the context of one’s culture—religious, ceremonial, and ritualistic? And how do people do this in a way that represents a biblically informed faith?

“My doctoral research is around the U.S. and Canada,” says Twiss, “looking for men and women who are [answering these questions]. And to tell that story as an encouragement to future generations of Native Christ followers: You don’t have to give up your ways to follow Jesus.”

At the same time, NAIITS doesn’t want its work to be solely about Native Americans.

“We don’t want to create a new college or seminary, which can lead to intellectual ghettoization,” says Terry LeBlanc (Mi’Kmaq/Acadian), national ministries director of My People International and chair of NAIITS. “Our students need to participate with the broader body of Christ. We have contributions to make to that body.”

Historically, Christianity was often forced on Native Americans. Those who converted were not invited either to develop their own Christian theology or to join the wider church’s theological conversation. In the face of so much negative history, these theologians are dedicated to their cultural heritage, devoted to their faith, and committed to contributing to the wider North American church. It’s a movement of grace—humbling to those in the dominant culture open to its implications.

Confession of a New American Dream

Native American “theologies” is more accurate than “theology,” because of course there is not a singular viewpoint. (Some Native Christians criticize Twiss and his colleagues as syncretistic.) These theologies tend to center around common themes of community-based spirituality instead of individualism; holistic approaches to life and nature instead of a dualistic separation of spirit from body; and the practice of faith in response to the gospel rather than emphasizing only right belief.

At Twiss’ Living Waters Family Camp and Powwow, Native dances are understood as cultural expressions of biblical prayers. The traditional burning of sweet grass, cedar, or sage is integrated into worship. In a traditional water ceremony, people pass a copper bucket of water and each takes out a cupful—symbolizing gratefulness to the Creator for all life’s provisions. They’re living out of their faith in Jesus, trying to integrate uncompromised faith with who God created their people to be.

That part is for their community. But they’re also concerned about the broader church and society.

At one session during the conference, I was in the balcony with Twiss. The presentations included occasional comments about historical abuse of land rights. Each time Twiss offered a loud “Amen!” Frankly, each “Amen” was a little uncomfortable for me as a middle-class white guy. There’s a sense of complicity in this history of brutal exploitation and broken covenants that many of us in the dominant culture inherit and benefit from, but didn’t choose.

The version of our country’s history many of us learned growing up wasn’t honest; it glossed over chapters that include much to be ashamed of in terms of how Europeans treated indigenous people. Effects of those sins ripple through to the present, as attested by social, economic, and health statistics in the Native population. Solutions aren’t simple and the truth doesn’t always set us free, but the truth is always a good step.

“We should always be asking not just how are we oppressed, but also how are we set to be complicit in other people’s oppression?” says Andrea Smith (Cherokee), assistant professor of American culture and women’s studies at the University of Michigan and a Southern Baptist involved in women’s rights and anti-violence movements. “Therefore it no longer becomes a shaming act to say, ‘Hey, we’re not perfect, and we don’t have our act together all the time.’ Instead we can be leaders in saying, ‘We’re not perfect and neither are you, but here’s what we’re trying to do to work on things.’”

NAIITS seeks to ensure that 50 percent of presenters at its symposiums are non-Native Americans and that they include a mix of theoreticians and ministry practitioners. The symposiums are held around the continent. (In Canada, it should be noted, the term “First Nations” is used when referring to indigenous peoples; many in the U.S. also now prefer this to “Native American.”) NAIITS is also involved with aboriginal movements around the world.

The organization offers opportunities for people in the dominant culture to move beyond defensiveness or ignoring the problems to a readiness to learn together, even if 500 years late.

“It wasn’t until a few years ago that I met Native brothers and sisters and began listening to their theology,” says author and activist Brian McLaren. “But I’ve come to see American history in a very different light, along with my duties as an American citizen and as a Christian. Obviously, I’ve come to care about justice for Native peoples more than ever, but I’ve also seen the Bible more for what it is—writings from a tribal people who suffered oppression by their aggressive neighbors and who found in God one who loves each small tribe as much as each powerful nation.”

Hope and Dancing

Ray Aldred (Cree Nation), another founder of NAIITS, co-chairs the Aboriginal Task Force of the Evangelical Fellowship of Canada and is working on a Ph.D. at the London School of Theology. He confesses that, when he’s most discouraged, he thinks, “For hundreds of years now there’s been all kinds of abuse, yet somehow this [Native Christian] theology did develop. Our hope really rests on the Creator. The Creator put us here. Now I don’t know if we [as Native peoples] will always be here. Sometimes when I have really low expectations, I think maybe we’re a dying people, but we could die well.” Aldred concludes, “And you can still be hopeful because of Christ, because we’re on our way to the resurrection.”

Woodley finds hope in the progress that can be made person by person: “What if just this one person gets it [the history, the pain, the desire for new ways forward together]? Who knows what influence that person will have? But even if they get it just between themselves and one other Native person, life is a lot better now for two people.”

“I think it will probably be my children’s children who will get to realize some of our dreams,” says Twiss.

“I’m not depressed at all,” says Smith, “because I think we’re just getting started. There’s so much we haven’t done yet.”

THE CONFERENCE that began with a processional and Twiss scrap-paper sign closed with an evening worship service. Many people and cultures were integrated. Early in the service, Twiss, Woodley, Aldred, LeBlanc, and Roger Boyer II (Mississauga First Nation) sat around a drum in the front of the chapel—a towering, European-style cathedral of stone and stained glass—and sang a “grass dance” song.

Woodley introduced the song as one that traditionally would be accompanied by young men dancing to trample down the high prairie grass to make a place for the community to camp. Its drumbeats, call-and-response singing, and punctuating shrieks were passionate and insistent. I wasn’t the only one close to tears as they were clearing a space for the dance to be joined—inviting people of all descents to continue seeking Jesus together on the land of their fathers and mothers.

Kent Annan is co-director of Beyond Borders Florida (www.BeyondBorders Florida.org), a nonprofit focused on education in Haiti, and author of the forthcoming book, Following Jesus Through the Eye of the Needle (InterVarsity Press, Decem­ber 2009).

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Hi

I have a whole day of teaching next week on self-government and the Bible.  A whole day means three and a half hours.  That's a long time for me to stand in front of people and have things to say. But I can do it. We're also getting more applications in for the next school year and I need to figure out Visa's for foreigners.  As of now I know nothing and need to know what to send people. In all, this week I'm busy. Just thought I'd write something to clear my head.

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Wait in Silence

For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him. Psalm 62:5

Tonight I stood outside and understood that I don't understand silence. Don't think I didn't try though.  There was a cold wind that picked up speed around me while I stood on a wooden bench outside the CHS Elementary building.  Standing there in silence, I couldn't help but think about how much I love God and how much God loves me.  When I stood in silence I thought about God and maybe I even partook in some sort of relationship right then and there.  I'll be the first to admit that I don't spend enough time with God in a one on one quiet time and I think one main reason is that I can't deal with silence.

I need constant noise around me at all times, otherwise I can't focus.  When I was in school, I couldn't do my homework without music or t.v. (or both) blasting in the background.  My mind starts wandering when it's silent.  Maybe I'm scared of silence because I will be forced to listen to God.  I'll be forced to listen and deal with more things that I need to get rid of.  I know that's something I need to do, but it's always hard to jump into it.  The same thing happened to me at IHOP.  I was forced to sit with God, not alone and definitely not in silence though, and face my insecurities.  I got rid of plenty, and even got engaged to my long-time girlfriend, but I guess there's always more to work on.

Responsibility has skyrocketed for me, and I don't know if I'm ready.  I recently took over the admissions department for School of the Bible and part of me thinks I'm in way over my head.  I'll still be teaching in the school, and I'll still be taking part in discipleship with the students, but I'll be busy dealing with admissions and visa's and filing and office work on top of all the other stuff.  Things probably won't be as bad as I think, but I'm worried.  If I can't spend time with God when I have plenty of time, then how will I keep a relationship with God when I don't have any time?

I need to learn to wait in silence for Jesus to speak to me.  For Jesus to tell me he loves me, and for God to guide me through this next step in my life. Maybe tonight was the first step in walking in silence.

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A Year in Perspective : Tyler

In January of 09, instead of returning to Multnomah Bible college, I joined Youth With A Mission once more. I joined School of the Bible staff and so far I'm loving it.  Being here for two months has been good as God’s been pushing me to doing things that I would normally hesitate to or wouldn’t take up at all.  Already I've given four teachings (Consequences of Sin, Saving Faith, a reading of Charles Finney's conversion, and Establishment in the Life of Sanctification) and I’ve been learning how the admissions department works as I’ll be taking over the role come next year.  God's placed me somewhere where I thrive.  Somewhere where I can get experience and walk out the desires of Gods heart that He has shared with me.  It hasn’t been too easy for me learning right away how to prepare a teaching and to give the teaching in ways that are understandable, but God’s hand has been on me the whole time I’ve been here. I’ve felt able to discuss more openly the goal God has given me and have told various people here in YWAM Tyler.  All have been interested in it so far, and maybe eventually I’ll be able to share with YWAM Tyler staff as a whole about the ministry. All in all, it seems God has taken me off a path of aiming for my goals and given me new direction that partners with his heart, and it’s not a bad thing.  I may have gotten everything I wanted at Multnomah, but attending the school for the reasons I was going there would have benefitted me nothing in the long run.  Maybe God saved me from a life that I would have hated.  I life where I would appear to be doing everything right and working in ministry, but at the heart level wouldn’t be connected with God.  There’s a strong possibility that God was still actively seeking my heart.  That he was patiently working with me and moving me to a place of obedience that has a better outcome than my own plans. I would love to finish my degree at some point in the future and attend another bible college.  At least this time I may be doing it for God instead of myself.

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A Year in Perspective : Kansas City

I was never content at Multnomah.  Sure I wanted the education, and still do, but maybe God has other plans for me.  A month or so after my birthday and conversation with God, my mom called me while I was in the library studying.  I didn't answer so she left a message.  Then she texted me.  "I think God's telling me 2 help U get to IHOP ASAP."  The international House of Prayer had been a dream of mine for at least a couple years, yet I thought it was too late. It was out of the picture. Then I get these messages. The plan was this, I would take a semester off of school to do an internship with IHOP, then return to Multnomah in January ‘09.  It seemed like a good idea so I joined the Fire in the Night internship.  After a month there a thought kept getting repeated throughout my mind, "what did I get myself into?"  Six hours a night spent in the prayer room, facing myself and my crap, facing God and his glory.  It sounds wonderful on paper but it was extremely frustrating in real life.  For the first month and a half I hated IHOP. 

Part of that anger was most likely brought out by fasting, but that was fine.  It seems that God was purifying me, helping me to get rid of hidden anger that corrupted me.    Another reason for the anger was that I didn't like the classroom teachings, but that was only because I joined IHOP for the prayer aspects, not to learn a new set of theological ideas.  I'd been through two years of YWAM schools and some bible college and could have cared less about learning new ideas.  I wanted to experience prayer, and I did. God met me exceedingly and abundantly more than I expected.  He also changed my course of life. With a month left in the internship, I started getting a desire to return to YWAM.  More specifically, I felt God was placing on heart that I should return to staff with the School of the Bible in Tyler TX.  I had done the school in the 2003/04 year, and left with good theological knowledge but not wanting to return to Youth With A Mission again. 

Thinking back on things, I can see that fear kept me from wanting to get back in with YWAM.  Fear of living “by faith” and on the support of other people.  I’ve never been interested in living like that, yet God was calling me to it. Before I made any effort in trying to contact SOTB leadership about possibly joining staff, I told God I was going to take a week to ask him everyday if that was what he wanted for me.  I asked God several times a day if staffing School of the Bible was what he wanted, and after that week, I was positive I had received three confirmations that it was on God’s heart.  The first confirmation came from my mom.  In talking with her on the phone that week, she had begun to tell me what God spoke to her that he would do for me in my time at IHOP.  The first thing God said was that he was going to give me a love for prayer. 

By this time my anger issues were being released from me and I had started actually enjoying IHOP even though I had never really reached a “nirvana” stage in prayer.  Secondly, God said he would give me a love for fasting which he did.  Honestly.  While in IHOP I participated in a prolonged time of fasting.  Something I never expected that I would do or could do.  Before IHOP I couldn’t fast a day.  During IHOP I was fasting a lot.  At the end of the fast I swore I would never do that again, yet a couple weeks later Lou Engle called another fast and I was on board.  I don’t know how, but God gave me a love for fasting.  The last thing God was going to do for me at IHOP was give me direction for what I was going to do next.  I took that as confirmation one that SOTB was on God’s radar for my life. A couple days later the fear of living off support started nagging at me and doubt started settling in.  I prayed that if God was calling me to YWAM, he would have to help me. 

I even stumbled on a scripture verse about raising support, which I can’t remember right now.  But I do remember praying that verse several times that night and the next.  Then one night, a friend and fellow intern told me God was telling him to give me something.  So he placed in my hand some money, which happened to be the amount that staff fees in YWAM cost.  All this happened after I started praying about finances so I took this as confirmation number two. Finally, the next night (and last night of my week of petitioning God) I received my final confirmation.  This time it was God speaking to me.  God loved me that night.  He helped tear away the fear that was keeping me from going into missions and told me (not in an audible voice but it was real) that SOTB was the next step.  That week blew me away, and I knew then that God was leading me. (I guess there's going to be a third part tomorrow.)

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A Year in Perspective : Portland

This time last year I was on a totally different course in life. I was ready to take on Bible College along with the considerable amount of debt that accompanied it.  I figured getting a degree with a well known Bible College would make my work in ministry respectable.  And by throwing around these words like "work in ministry" and "respectable" I mean getting a prestigious paid job within a ministry.  Of course I don't believe that all students in bible colleges around the world are like that.  All I mean is that was how I felt.  It was at bible college where I found that you can be in ministry and still make a pretty good living, which I was all  for.  The only problem was I didn't like the school. 

Sure it was a good school and many benefit from it year after year, but I didn't.  Oh yeah, and my heart motives weren't right. I did find a church body in Portland that accepted me right away.  A Christian and Missionary Alliance church called Mosaic.  By my second visit to the church I was already invited to the worship team meeting.  By my third sunday there, they got me started working on the sound board.  Things came easy at that church.  People there were extremely friendly and open to me.  The leaders were nice to me and accessible, and I even started forming a friendship with the founding pastor of the church.  His heart is in church planting and I believe God's leading me into areas like that. 

I shared with him some of what I was thinking at the time and he listened, and he got excited.  Then he told me to set up a time next semester to talk with him more in depth. Mosaic also had a ministry that reached out to the Warm Springs reservation in Oregon.  The hearts of the people that worked with the churches in Warm Springs were unmatched in love and devotion for Native Americans.  At that church, I was set. But things changed. A year ago today was when I felt an urgency towards discipling Native Americans.  In the years prior I'd received more and more of a hearts desire to see the gospel prepared and delivered to the hearts and minds of America's Indigenous. 

It was God moving me towards them.  It was God sharing his heart with mine and creating a bond, a partnership, with me.  At that moment, praying in the small chapel on Multnomah's campus, was when I discovered that God wanted to walk with me and reach out to and love all of America's Indigenous (from the top of Canada to the bottom most part of Chilé).  And on my birthday in 2008, God gave me a mission, a goal towards America's Indigenous.  A vision that spread to every single tribe throughout North, Central, and South America.  At the end of that intimate prayer time, God told me "now go."  I said "what?"  God said "go." Things just started working out for me in Portland.  Life was settling down.  What did God mean by go? (This post became longer than expected so I broke it up into two segments.  I'll post the next one tomorrow.)

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Moved In

We drove to Texas all day Friday, taking around 13 hours to finally get to the Dayspring campus around 8:30 p.m. local time.  The drive was nice and sunny with temperatures in the upper 7o's all day.  Then Saturday the temp was even higher.  We barbecued and I wore flip flops. I've entered my full time staffing job with YWAM and I have no idea what to do next.  I moved into the guys dorm (School of the Bible students) and that was sort of tough, for the only reason that I have no where to put my things, of which there are many. 

Though with the new fact that Megan and I are getting married soon, we will need separate housing on campus and I may have a better chance at moving into an apartment or trailer earlier rather than later. Today, Sunday, is cold and dreary and a little lonely though that's how I normally feel in a new(ish) place the first weekend or so.  I do have the upper hand against lonliness a bit since I've spent a year here around four years ago and have gotten to know a lot of people in all of YWAM Tyler that I never kept in touch with.  The biggest thing is that I have Megan here.  That saves me from getting too bored or lonley. Monday I don't know what I have to do.  I'm just going to show up in class at 7:30 and see what happens. 

I am excited to be back in YWAM, but I have those "fear of the unknown" jitters even though I have a good idea on how things are going to go and what I'm going to do.  It's just doubt and fear I guess, something I have to pray about.  One thing I do know for sure, is that this is the start of ministry for me.  A start to being a leader rather than a student or intern.  This is my start into public ministry that's directly relatable to what I feel God wants for Megan and I in the future, and it's scary. 

But I know I'll get more praying done here than I did at home, and get more studying and teaching experience. This is also the time for me to grow up.  To start buying clothes that fit and look nice and are relatively expensive.  To get married and start a family, and of course to start working towards a tangible reality in the mission I've been given.  I don't know if YWAM Tyler will send me out or if I'll have to do something on my own, but I am willing to start the ministry at least and hopefully work hard at it until I can't anymore.  I'll write more on my ministry vision some other day. Today, I have to find a place for all my crap.

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The Fashion of the Spirit : NAICA

A mannequin in an absurd window display dressed as a rockabilly Indian maiden in a war bonnet was overseen by a salesman wearing a shirt that proclaimed he was “666% Hellbilly” (he had the side burns and 50’s greaser pompadour to prove it) drove the point home about fashion commodities and the ick factor: Where were all the Indians? We know what happened to the cowboys - they won the West and became Bible salesman. The Chinese are up the street selling their cultural wares, the Catholics with their saints are a block over in Little Italy, at least deriving some benefit from the commodification of their cultures, but what do American Indians get out of it aside from a woefully simplistic reification of the Indian as stoic spiritualist? One of the salesmen helpfully suggested that the artists were local indigenous and well paid for their work, but again, I’m skeptical. The website claims that the store owners travel the country looking for interesting items to sell, but there is no mention of India, nor do I know of any American Indian diasporas in China. Like the mannequin in the window, New Yorkers get to dress up for a bit and never have to be confronted with the people whose culture has been refashioned into pat narratives, and sold, mostly to European tourists, but also to the likes of Anthony Kiedis and Mel Gibson - photographs on a wall by the entrance showed these celebrities mugging with the random Western Spirit sales associate (Note: Anthony Kiedis is said to be an Indian - Mohegan or as we here at NAICA call it “Mo-hedis”).

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