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Unleashing a Feeding Frenzy

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Last night, we dropped a bucket of chum in the tank and ran away.

Back in December we introduced Inductive Bible Study at our winter retreat. It wasn’t anything fancy– in fact I thought it was a little cerebral for a retreat. (This coming from a guy who did a high school retreat based on the spiritual disciplines of Richard Foster!) We broke up into groups, each team given a part of a parable, we tore into it, and came back together a little later to share what we’d learned.

Sparks flew.

In my group a key moment happened when we were studying the parable of the sower. One of the guys in my group had been a little frustrated… “Why did Jesus teach in riddles like this? Why didn’t he just tell them what he wanted them to know. This is so confusing” Another person in the group looked at another part of the parable and said, “I think it’s like rap music. Jesus was speaking to people who understood the words like he did, but people who didn’t get, he wasn’t talking to them.” (Maybe Kanye and Jesus really do have something in common?)

Kanye ain't Jesus, but Jesus taught like KanyeWhen our leadership group met a couple weeks later, the students told the adults… “We don’t want you to lecture us. Instead, teach us how to study the Bible on our own.

Collectively, our  heads tilted 10 degrees to the right. We didn’t see that coming.

Last night my task was pretty simple. Get the students thinking like investigative reports. Questions, questions, questions. Ask the text lots of questions. And get them to grasp that in Luke 1, Luke was setting out to do the same thing we were asking them to do. “Put the story in order so it makes sense.

I created an object lesson where each student received a sealed envelope, each envelope containing a fragment of a vaguely familiar story, and they had to piece it together, chronologically, in three minutes. They were frustrated, some gave up, and in the end they didn’t quite get it in the right order.

They saw that putting a vaguely familiar story together in chronological order was a nightmare unless  you took the time to carefully examine every fragment.

After we read the worst rendering of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas in history I gave them the background information they’d need to understand why the Gospel of Luke was written. Theopholis, either a new believer or an investigator of Christ, had likely hired Luke, a believer and doctor, to go back and document what actually had happened. He’d find witnesses and put together the story to document an orderly account of Jesus’ life. (Luke 1:3) There were all sorts of fragments, little letters, floating around. But someone had to put all the pieces together so that the story would stand up to histories glare.

From there it got noisy as students went into their groups.

Group time was disorderly. It was messy. Loud. All over the place. Markers coloring. Pens circling. And the group leaders had to poke and prod to move things along.

But students were asking questions of the passage. Good questions.

  • Why did Gabriel pick Mary?
  • Who was this Zechariah guy? And why was it important that Gabriel made him not speak?
  • Even though Mary was scared, why did she consider it an honor to become pregnant with Jesus?
  • Why did Luke mention that Joseph was a descendent of King David?

At the end, when we shared what we learned, I think students were left with more questions about Luke 1 than answers. And that’s a very good thing.

I closed our time by asking them what this passage had to do with them. Those dots had not quite gotten connected… and that’s OK.

A process

As we cleaned up… the leaders were exhausted. I could see it on their faces. What have we gotten ourselves into? We really had to work hard to keep it together. But I was left with a few thoughts of encouragement.

  • We aren’t after quiet compliance. To change this community we need students who investigate God’s Word for themselves, ask hard questions, and put it to work.
  • It’s OK if it is messy and loud. Being quiet doesn’t mean they are engaged any more than being loud means they are disengaged. And finding the right answer isn’t as important as learning how to look for the right answer.
  • It’s OK to ask more questions than provide answers. Leaders have a desire to wrap everything up in a neat little bow. But that’s not how Jesus taught. He got the crowd thinking and then sent them home.
  • Teaching critical thinking skills takes time. In truth, today’s educational system isn’t designed to teach critical thinking skills. It teaches to regurgitate facts more than to comprehend them. Retraining the brain takes time.
  • We’re teaching a life skill that can transform our church. Imagine what would happen if our pews were filled with people who self-fed God’s Word in community? Imagine how that would change our Sunday morning worship services? The focus would step away from teaching and move towards celebration.

Messy. Exhausting. Intriguing. Fascinating. Thrilling. Scary.

These are words I’d use to describe unleashing a feeding frenzy of God’s Word on our students last night.

And I like it.

Culture hmm... thoughts

Leave me alone

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Maybe I want to be in debt, eat crappy food, and watch endless hours of mind-numbing television?

Has it ever crossed your mind that the reasons I do this are because I want to? And maybe, just maybe,  don’t want to be fixed?

Maybe it’s not about addiction? Maybe it’s not some sort of freudian cover-up to deal with the pain of childhood lost? And maybe it’s not because I’m avoiding handling my responsibilities.

Thank you Dr. Phil. Thank you Suze Orman. Thank you Dave Ramsey.

Yeah– I’ve heard about the book. Yeah– I’ve heard about your website.

But no thank you.

A fix it culture

Rooted in our DNA as Americans is an innate desire and need to fix things. We find our identity by making broken things better. It is a source of great pride. People who fix things are heroes. People who need fixing are zeroes.

We hunt out things that aren’t right and apply a solid dose of American stick-to-it-tiveness to the situation so that it falls in line with a level of social acceptability.

We love Dr. Phil.

And Maury Povich, Jerry Springer, Judge Joe Brown, Oprah Winfrey, and we used to love Phil Donohue.

We feed off of Biggest Loser. Before that we giggled at Richard Simmons, while thinking he was a hero at the same time.

A show like This Old House or Flip this House are as addicting as crack cocaine.

We text in our favorite underdog to American Idol or Dancing with the Stars.

Then a few years later we cry along with fallen heroes on Celebrity Rehab.

Fix me, baby. Fix me.


Because we have an innate desire to fix people.

And yet we never ask the question… “Would you like to be fixed?” Or “Can we humiliate you on national television so people can be entertained?

At the end of the day, deep in our DNA, we don’t care if someone wants the help nor do we take the time to understand how they could best use our help.

We’re too busy fixing symptoms and not causes.