A version of this testimony was first printed in the Lamoni Chronicle, December 8, 2011 edition, in the section”Everyday Blessings.”

satellite view of southern Lake Michigan (taken from nasa.gov)
In 2007, my family and I left home for Thanksgiving. We were living in Chicago. We were traveling to Michigan to have the holiday with my family. Margo, my wife, was a Chicago public school teacher and having a stressful year. She wasn’t feeling well that day, but we hoped that some rest would be good and help her feel better. The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, Katy and Kenzlee (my daughters) piled in the car with Margo and I, and we left for a three-hour drive along Lake Michigan’s coast to grandma’s in Grand Rapids.
We arrived safely at my mother’s home. The day of Thanksgiving, Margo still wasn’t feeling well. She slept through most of Thanksgiving. Friday evening, her headache and stomach pain worsened. On the way to the bathroom that evening, she collapsed to the floor. A friend and I immediately took Margo to the closest emergency room.
Within an hour, our family’s life changed. We learned that Margo had a dangerous and rare blood disorder. She was admitted to the hospital. I didn’t know it, but I began thirty of the most grueling days of my life that day away from home and in an out-of-state hospital.
Unfortunately, Margo didn’t respond to standard treatment for her disease and she ended up being unconscious for over two weeks. During those weeks, I lived on a 36-hour cycle of staying up with her at the hospital for twenty-four hours and going to my mother’s to sleep for twelve. The entire time, no one knew the outcome of our hospital stay. I was learning through chatting with survivors of her rare disease on the internet that the disease was unpredictable. Both survivors and Margo’s specialists assured me things would be OK, but day after day her blood work did not improve. The feeling of the doctors and nurses went from serious to somber.
With two daughters and my wife’s prognosis unsure, I turned more and more to others for support and prayer. Physically and emotionally, I felt indescribable stress. I was without any control, helpless to do anything except watch the doctors hook her up to machines and wait for her blood work each day. I talked to Margo and prayed with her, even though she was unresponsive. I tried to calm her to keep her from seizures, which seemed to help. I cried with her and prayed for her.
Before she went to ICU for the second time, one morning at 5:00am, I turned my face to Michigan’s gray sky and began to pray. I felt as if I was going to break. I turned to God in prayer desperate for direction and help. During my prayer, something happened that I can only describe as a vision. It forever changed the way I think about prayer and Christ’s church.
Eyes closed and deep in prayer, I wearily watch the sky open to behold a cathedral. The inside of the cathedral was tall and immense. I stood in the cathedral and saw the faces of people, some I knew and some I didn’t know, pass through the sanctuary’s open space. I saw each one in their various settings. I saw a woman praying for our family over her morning coffee. I saw a man offering prayer as he was driving to work. I saw a woman in a congregation standing in prayer, and a parent pushing a stroller silently holding a loved one before God in her thoughts.
The scenes of people praying and their faces continued to pass through the sanctuary several at once. Somehow, I knew these images passing through the sanctuary were coming from all over the world. It filled the space with the feeling of worship. Somehow, I also knew that God was being glorified in each prayer, and what I was witnessing was God’s church in its invisible spiritual reality.
Later, I learned that prayer requests for Margo had spread through our church to Asia and Australia. Friends and members were praying from far reaches of the globe. One of our Jewish neighbors in Chicago also had her synagogue praying for our family down the street from our home. Some of our non-religious neighbors were praying for us from the living rooms.
In that moment, I knew God was near me and that God was hearing not only my prayers, but the prayers of others. The vision did not give me answers to my questions about the outcome of Margo’s hospital stay. My terrible fear of the unknown and the incredible stress of our situation did not come to an end. But, at some level, I received an indescribable peace knowing that God was present with me in my darkness and unknowing. Somehow, I knew I was in God’s hands, buoyed up by the prayers of others.
I learned in the moments of that vision that God’s church exists far beyond our perception. I learned that the church is spiritually gathered whenever and wherever we come to God and pray.
The persons and faces continued to pass through the sanctuary of that cathedral. The earnest prayers of all who passed through its space made it holy. As the vision closed and my prayer came to an end, I had the feeling of just being in worship.
Margo, my girls, and I went home near the end of December. Margo was released to outpatient services in Chicago. We fought the disease at home for another few months. Today, Margo is living with her blood disorder and is doing well. She experienced another episode in May of this year. This time, she was not unconscious. We came through it, again, together after a few months.
Life is uncertain, yet I remain changed by the vision I received that day in prayer in the hospital. I know God hears our prayers and the prayers of others. I know prayers are answered, not by receiving whatever we ask for, but by sustaining in God’s presence and promise. I also know Christ’s church is gathered whenever and wherever, across the world, people turn to God and pray. The spiritual reality of God’s church goes far beyond its physical presence and our worship goes beyond ourselves and the assurances of our five senses. There is a spiritual reality in which God draws near to us whenever we draw near to God, who gives life-sustaining peace.
The bad news involved circumstances and realities that are completely out of our control. Hearing the news made us all of the sudden feel very vulnerable, victims of an impersonal world and other people’s bad decisions. I wish I could share more details, but they are both complicated and personal. Suffice it to say, what’s important here is that our very sense of security and self-determination was completely undermined. It created a feeling of insecurity and dread that I feel still. The outcome is unsure and the feeling lingers.

Shopping at the store, I overheard another young woman near crying to a store associate. She was a young mother. All I heard of the conversation was this as I passed by filling our cart: ”…and the churches kept saying that they would only help out their own members. I have three kids. What am I supposed to do?…” I immediately felt convicted by her words. I am a full-time minister. I was helping friends that were members of my church. Even though they had not attended for a while, the situation they were in was not – and is never – the time to talk about how often they had been attending. I had a relationship with them. I care for them. It had been years since we saw each other, but we shared a heartfelt connection. But, what about this women at the store? I thought about the verse in Luke:
I get the arguments. I’ve been a church administrator. Church’s could not help anyone if they practiced no discretion in offering financial help. But, can we justify restricting generosity to our own membership? What do church’s say about Christ, Christ’s message, and God’s mission when they only support their own? I think this is the deepest betrayal of the gospel, and I think Luke’s gospel supports that way of thinking.
In the end, for churches, the question of helping others in material ways comes down to a simple matter of Christian identity and mission. What are churches, really? Why do Christians comes together in “churches”? For themselves? What is their gospel and who is the good news of the gospel really for? Matthew’s depiction of Jesus’ judgment of the nations in chapter 25 should not be read as a scriptural scare-tactic for church folk, as much as a humble moment of clarity. When churches reach out to those in need, the good news of the gospel come to both.
I’ve had similar struggles when I am in local congregations. On the one hand, I’m lucky. I enjoy many different kinds of worship. I enjoyed mass for four years in Catholic school and fell in love with the tradition. I spent years going to church with my Dutch grandparents at a traditional Reformed service. I spent four years attending high Methodist liturgy in seminary, another 6 years at lively congregationalist services at another. I’m comfortable around people whoopin’ or being slain in the Spirit.


Some voices have expressed how previous scriptures on baptism, either D&C 20′s treatment of the question of rebaptism or general lack of scriptural support for any other authoritative form of baptism other than immersion, are reason to vote down or doubt the document’s divine counsel. In both cases, prescriptive scriptures about the practice of baptism are being used as if they are the proper or only scriptures to use for comparison or to test continuity. Some have also said that the current question being asked about rebaptism is the same one answered by D&C 20, as if the context is no different. While I think these are tenable comparisons to make and important for consideration, D&C 20 and other scriptural prescriptions for the mode or proper form of baptism are not the most important scriptures in which to look for precedents or comparative references. These kind of references are important only for a literalistic or legalistic view of scripture. Such an approach forgets or relegates other forms of scripture as less important or irrelevant for consideration. It is easy to forget scripture is much more than theologically prescriptive or ritual instruction (like Leviticus). Scripture also expresses divine revelation in the form of proverb, poem, narrative (like the Gospels), parable, and analogy – which are arguably more indirect forms of revelation that require nuanced and more responsible interpretation. The change in the practice of baptism prescribed by the inspired counsel provides just the opportunity to explore how there are previous precedents for just the kind of change in baptismal practice we are facing today.
Like baptism in the early Restoration church, circumcision was a peculiar sign of select membership for Israel. It was a sign that conferred Israel’s special place with God. It signed Israel’s election. The sign of circumcision marked Jews as a peculiar people shaped in an exclusive covenant between God and them in the same way baptism in the early Restoration church marked a special and unique relationship between God and the Restoration. It was a sign of the return of the full Gospel and its authority in the world. When Paul crossed cultural boundaries and went forth among the Gentiles making disciples of Christ, he did not requiring this sign. This created a fundamental tension with the Jerusalem church, which was shaped by centuries of practicing circumcision. In the end, the Jerusalem church reasoned that it “seemed good to the Holy Spirit and to us to impose no further burden” (Acts 15:28). The exclusive sign of election gave way to a more relevant prescription for what it meant to be a disciple of Christ in other cultures. Viewing the inspired counsel this way, it does not come out of the blue but follows one of the most important and decisive scriptural precedents in the New Testament. It follows a period in the life of the earliest Christian church, which the Restoration looks to for its example and modern-day expression.


There is nothing more rewarding and more fulfilling, in the long run, than serving God and seeing life from this perspective. To find it, you will need to have moments when you can be alone with God, in the silences, and take in the wonder and grandeur of seeing your own lives in this perspective of things. God knows each hair on your head, and God knows and lives throughout the waves of energy, light, and space that stretches out into eternity. And, in those moments, you will know and feel how God knows and always thinks of you. I know my love for you and my affection are both a sign and gift that God gives me because it is God’s own love and affection for you.
As I prepare for a sermon today, I know, somehow, God cares for me and the people I’m going to worship with today in the same way. Each worship service is a sacrament of our love for one another, shared in Jesus Christ. What makes Jesus special is that his life, death, and ministry is the promise that all that we sense, believe, hope for, and marvel of in ourselves and each other can become real. Jesus was the full bloom of God’s eternal love and purposes in one life. We learn who we are and can be through him. The love God had for Jesus came true in his life and purpose, even amidst confusion, misdirection, and tragedy. I, too, feel and hope that the love I feel for you can come in full bloom in you – that you will grab it, grasp it, and pay it forward because it is just a small piece of God’s love that lives in me and so want to give to you.


Over the last few weeks, I’ve been tackling problems that don’t revolve around ethereal stuff like “new ideas,” “vision” and other theological talk that can lack consequence. In fact, I’ve been so sucked into these challenges that I’ve begun to wonder whether discussing the church’s problems or their solutions really matters if the people in the discussion aren’t somehow personally and materially invested. They, somehow, need to be givers or prepared to become givers to what we share. A giver gives so much more than money. But, they give money, too. They give to something beyond themselves.
We struggle on both sides. In the church, we have many congregations that are deeply attached to their houses of worship. 75-90% of the time, those churches are paid for. These buildings are the ebenesers, the alters, of a previous generation. They are the hallmark of our denominationalism. We are no longer a frontier movement. We now have our church on the corner. This was the success of previous generations. Because of them, I would bet 75-90% of our congregations have no mortgage, only maintenance and monthly bills. Five to fifty gather in them once a week.
Outside the church, we also live in a day when the relationship between spirituality and economics is wholly out of whack. Unbriddled greed and a world sold out to the god of wealth and wealth-production, has horribly contorted the relationship of our economic and spiritual needs. All around, I see its effects in “liberal” and conservative forms. Many Christians have literally sold out the doctrine of economic wealth and prosperity: we can spend ourselves out of crises, whether spiritual or economic. This not only makes absolutely no sense, wealth and prosperity – no matter how American – are false gods. They are not the good news, but a completely alien form of religion and spirituality. Christian faith and the call to prophetic community operates on a different kind of sense. Christ’s community is not based on getting what you pay for. Nor, is its growth based on profits or consuming more. The salvation of the church, on earth as it is in heaven, is based on what is given and what is shared: the shared grace, disciplines, practices, vision, and shared convictions. The church is a witness to community.