A Convict, a Heretic and a New Monastic walk into a bar…

Okay, so maybe they walked onto a stage and not the bar. Okay, so maybe no one calls Chuck Colson a convict anymore. Okay, so maybe (this is me shaking my head in a horizontal direction while mouthing “definitely a heretic“) Greg Boyd isn’t a heretic. But Shane Claiborne is definitely a New Monastic

This audio is a must listen for the Christian who wants to be faithful to how the Bible says we should seek justice and how political involvement helps or hinders such justice seeking:

3 Generations of Evangelical Politics

Listening to the audio the following thoughts come to mind:

– I am so grateful for Chuck Colson, his ministry and the winsome nature of how he communicates.

– I am so grateful for Shane Claiborne and his convictions to live out the gospel. I love 75% of what he says, and think 25% is dangerous in the wrong hands (note: invert those numbers if you want to know my opinion of Brian McLaren)

– Greg Boyd is incredibly smart, but an arrogant guy all the same. All in all he gives me the heebie jeebies



One of my Favorite Worship Songs

From my favorite bearded worship leader.

Bill Wolf – Dust to Glory



This last weekend I got to go on a spiritual formation retreat. It was in up in the mountains and away from Denver. It made me realize that I have lived right by the Rockies for about three years now and spent very little time enjoying them. I always think I want to go up in the mountains and hike, hangout, and camp but never really do. In fact I actually spent more time hiking in Las Vegas (Mt. Charleston) than I have in Colorado.

Well on this retreat we had the opportunity to go repelling. Being that I am terrified of falling and not the biggest fan of heights this was not my favorite idea. In fact the only thing I would probably like to do even less is watch American Idol. We get to the spot where we are repelling and all you can see is the valley below which is about 900 feet down, yeah 900 feet. We were actually repelling to a ledge about 150 feet down but still that is about a 15 story building. I asked if there was a kiddie repelling spot, you know like thirty feet or something, there was not.

After much egging on by my group and not wanting to be a wuss I finally decided to give it a shot. I also knew that personally it would be a walk of shame to walk back down the mountain without even trying. I would have regretted it and thought later on about how I could have at least seen what it was like. So I put on the harness and the helmet and the gloves and walked over the the ledge to get strapped in. This is as far as I had challenged myself and knew that even if I backed out now I could count it a success. At least I put on the gear and went over to the ledge. But I knew I had to take one more step.

This next step was looking down at the 900 foot drop and then leaning back and trusting the rope. I at least wanted to feel what that was like and have the sensation of the rope holding my body weight from free falling 900 feet. From there there was just one thing I could do; take one step and let out one length of rope, and then another and then another…

Soon I found myself about 20 feet from the top and dangling against the face of this cliff. There was no going back.

The whole process was truly challenge by choice. I chose to challenge myself and just take the next step. In life right now Crystal and I find ourselves in a similar situation. We are unsure of what it will be like to go over the ledge and take the next step, but we know that we must. Just the next step that is all we are responsible for, but sooner or later there is no going back…


(aka: John Eldredge)