08.20.08 And The Government Will Be On His Shoulders

I’ve got too much going on to post something fresh today.  So, here’s something from the archives: a reminder for those pinning their hopes and the hopes of the world on the next president.

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LUKE 2:1 In those days Caesar Augustus issued a decree that a census should be taken of the entire Roman world.

Augustus.  Born Octavius, adopted son of Julius.  Heir to the throne of the great Roman empire.  Julius was so proud of his boy, and himself, that he forged a coin in Gaul, distributed across the empire, to honor them both.  On one side, the face of Julius.  On the other, the face of Octavius.  Written across both were the words, “Divine Caesar and the Son of God”.

Powerful men are often in love with themselves.  That’s nothing new.  Megalomania is as common among the famous as flies among the poor.  But few call themselves gods.  And Julius wasn’t the only one adoring himself and his offspring this way.  Emperor worship was the national religion, most fervent in Asia minor where the greatest number of Christians, followers of a rival Jewish king, would one day lose their lives for refusing to honor Caesars and their empire.  Julius was a god to his people.  A full fledged god.  Capable, so they thought, of controlling the earth below and the sky above, capable of creating and sustaining their very lives,

But his own life wouldn’t last forever.  And when Octavius ascended his father’s throne he dubbed himself “Augustus.” Not the humblest of names.  No, Augustus means “worthy of reverence and worship.” Like his father, Augustus reigned as god over his kingdom.

Until 17BC, when a strange star appeared in the sky.  The great Roman thinker and writer Virgil interpreted the sign for him.  “The turning point of the ages has come.” Utopia is on the horizon, the dawning of a new and great era has arrived, through the great Augustus.

Now, there were shepherds watching their flocks and an angel appeared to them with a different interpretation. (LUKE 2:10-11) “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is Christ the Lord.”

“Christ”.  The rescuer. 

“Lord”.  Emperor.  King.  The King.

This was the day the Jewish prophet Isaiah had written of, the day power changed hands on earth.  “For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders. And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.” (Isaiah 9:6)

“Government.” Power.  Rule.  Not a system.  Not a senate or an office.  The ultimate authority.  The right to reign.

“On his shoulders.” Passed on.  Bestowed upon.  The power and position that Caesars believed they held, that dictators crushing the Jews for centuries wielded, the authority and control exercised by mere mortals sitting on thrones inherited from Fathers and Mothers - this mantel is handed to a child heralded by the night sky Caesar claims to conduct.

A new King.  A new kingdom.  The kingdom of God lying in a manger, growing in Nazareth, learning from the rabbis, wearing his prayer shawl, preaching in the synagogue, “"The Spirit of the Lord is on ME, because He has anointed ME to preach good news to the poor. He has sent ME to proclaim freedom for the prisoners and recovery of sight for the blind, to release the oppressed, to proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor.” (Luke 4:18-19)

Revolution has come to a manger, come through a Jewish rabbi born to a virgin in the Middle East.  And an empire, a god, a savior, is overthrown.  A new kingdom for the poor of spirit, the mourning and the quitters that would outlast the reign of all Caesars has come. 

So great would the Christ’s influence be that one man, a follower of his named Peter, would announce, “Salvation is found in no one else, for there is no other name under heaven given to men by which we must be saved.” (Acts 4:12) Peter.  A revolutionary like his Master.  What a rebellious pronouncement he made.  Rebellious?  Yes.  For before Peter ever spoke these words about Christ, Augustus had written them about himself on Roman coins, “ Caesar Augustus.  There is no other name given to men by which we may be saved.” Peter reminded us all, for all times in all nations, that only Christ saves the oppressed, the sick and the sinful.

What the nativity scene dimly lit on our mantles fails to capture for us is the defiance, the seditiousness of the Christ Peter knew well.  The placid figurines leave us wondering why anyone would want to kill this precious child.  Remember though.  Asleep on that hay is the King of kings come to do through his people what no Caesar could, come to bow every knee, erase every border, destroy every flag, save every soul, free every captive, feed every stomach, open every eye, right every injustice - and do so by giving up His own life, not by taking another’s.

Wonderful Counselor. Mighty God. Everlasting Father. Prince of Peace.



08.19.08 Dominican Republic Festival Films Released (UPDATED)

Remember a while back when I took a trip to the Dominican Republic to shoot some video for Compassion International?  Those videos were edited by Tim Neeves into three short “films” shown at music festivals all Summer - festivals Compassion didn’t have a presenter for.  Now, with the Summer festival season just about over, Compassion’s letting me share those with you guys.  Here they are in their original unedited form.  (UPDATE: THE SOUND PROBLEM IS NOW FIXED.)


Compassion International Dominican Republic Festival Video 1 from Shaun Groves on Vimeo.


Compassion International Dominican Republic Festival Video 2 from Shaun Groves on Vimeo.>


Compassion International Dominican Republic Festival Video 3 from Shaun Groves on Vimeo.

I’ve got edited versions on the Compassion Bloggers Youtube page also - if you’d like to promote our trip back to the Dominican on November 2-7.



08.18.08 All You Want Me To Be

By Saturday night I’d given up on him.  I love him, but he’s been an addict for years, verbally and physically abusive, his example twisting the meaning of words like “father” and “love” in the mind of his children.  We can only hear “sorry” so many times: Forgiveness is perpetual but belief in the miracle of change is limited.

Then, Sunday night, 160 men and women who’ve been where he is (and worse) sang a song.

And I believe again.

Let me clarify though - this is important I think: Loving an addict, I think, doesn’t require letting an addict hurt you or his children.  I still believe there may very well come a point at which those who love an addict must leave him - a point at which loving is leaving - a time to “flee from evil” in order to protect the innocent.  I don’t have any hard rules on any of this - real life is messier and more complex than any of the rules we may make before a storm like this hits us.

But (today) I also believe that an addict can be changed by God - with us or without us. What kind of puny God do I sing to every weekend if I don’t believe this?  I don’t have a clue how healing happens, how it starts, or what role if any the healthy people in an addict’s life play in the process.  I just don’t know.  But it’s progress for me to simply believe it happens.

I know it happens because I sang with 160 people it’s happening to.

To find a Teen Challenge in your area visit http://www.teenchallengeusa.com Teen Challenge is a faith-based residential faith-based recovery program for addicts of all ages.

I’m not allowing comments on this post - it’s too personal.  But if you have a personal story of recovery, please share it with at shaunfanmail AT bellsouth.net.  I’m not at the point, to be honest, that I can receive and appreciate advice from people who haven’t lived through addiction or loving an addict personally.  So please, don’t offer me any.  I’m most interested in hearing from addicts and those who love them, hearing your hurts and praying for you, hearing success stories of addictions beaten and how that happened.  Please, if you have a story like that, share it with me.  I need to hear it right now.



08.17.08 Me And Minnesota: Day 2 & 3

Yesterday was our second in Minnesota, and our second consecutive day at the Higher Ground Music Festival talking about Compassion International.  When we left the festival grounds last night 116 kids had been sponsored - but the festival wasn’t over. Mercy Me still had to play the last set of the weekend.  I’m bettin’ a lot more kids got sponsored in the last couple hours of the evening.  I should get a total today sometime.

After packing up our stuff, it was back in the car to drive “an hour max” to Forest Lake, Minnesota where I played a couple songs in two church services this morning and will do a concert tonight.  No, today’s gig is not on the Tour page - added too late to our schedule - but here are the details in case you’re in the area:

WHEN: 7PM

WHERE:
Maranatha Assembly of God
24799 Forest Blvd.
Forest Lake, MN 55025

COST: FREE

Welcome To Minnesota Under Construction SignIt turns out, by the way - a little something they don’t tell you before you arrive - the entire state of Minnesota is under construction. According to the abundant orange signage it will be this way “until Summer 2009.”

Last night, we were constantly detoured onto roads neither Google nor our GPS unit knew existed.  And then detoured from those detours.  And then detoured from the detours from our detours.  There was not a single road leading out of the festival that was not detoured - no exaggeration.  But Ben is a very patient and directionally gifted man.  After two hours, we made it.



08.15.08 Me And Minnesota: Day 1

Somedays (well, most days) my job is easy.  Too easy.  Like today. I played five songs and then I talked about Compassion International and asked the crowd to raise their hand if they wanted to sponsor a child.  A lot of them did. 

Two little girls, for instance, told their mom they didn’t want Christmas presents this year because they already had enough stuff.  They wanted mom to sponsor a child instead.  And she did.  Not sure how I feel about that...a mixture of awful and inspired I think.

Higher-Ground-Music-Festival-Minnesota-Shaun-Groves

It was good hanging out with you, Minnesota.  Even if you don’t serve funnel cakes.  See you again tomorrow.



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