Author Archives: Rev. Joel

About Rev. Joel

Joel is intimately concerned with redemption as a former and once-again pastor whose opinion sometimes barely matters in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. Those to whom his opinion matters most are his beloved and his five children.

Sow what?

In 1879 a botanist named W.J. Beal initiated an experiment in East Lansing, Michigan. Beal put different varieties of seeds in different bottles, packed them in sand, then buried them a foot and a half into the earth. 20 bottles, each containing 50 seeds from 20 different species.

Another generation of scientists dug those bottles up 100 years later to complete the experiment. They wanted to know how many seeds would still have life-giving potential after a 100 years in the earth. They found a couple species still had viable samples alive.

That in itself is amazing. The seeds were effectively dormant for those 100 years but life could still come forth, producing another generation.

Just as exceptional is Beal’s motive. He knew this was an experiment whose findings would not benefit him. He invested in it, not to get life from the seeds, the immediate benefit in his time, but to pass on life-giving information to another generation. He was making a contribution that would serve somebody else, far after he was dead and gone.
In the immediacy that all of us have become accustomed to in our culture, we get addicted to seeing quick results. Diet and exercise fads, hair extensions, nail jobs, eyelash implants (can you believe there is such a thing?!?) all promise the results we want now. Waiting is a thing of the past. We tend to overlay those expectations onto our faith journey, also. We pray or we serve for what we want now, the blessings and the spiritual payoff need to come quickly or else. I can’t imagine Beal understanding that mindset.

How much of our faith journey is about investing forward? What if the prayers we pray will not all be answered for us in our time? What if some of them will come to be in our children’s or grandchildren’s generation? What if God is calling us to pour ourselves into something, like Jesus, in a truly self-sacrificial, other-centered way? I think of Jesus, in John 17, praying for those that would believe because of the impact of his apostles. Jesus’ mind was already moving past those he could immediately influence in that moment, and praying for generations to come in the future.

Abraham, as a father of faith, also had this vision for each generation that would come from him.

On resolving his conflict with Abimilech in Genesis 21 over the well at Beersheba, it says Abraham planted a Tamarisk tree. A tamarisk tree in the Middle East can grow fairly high – up to 24 feet or so – and is useful in the hot, dry conditions for providing shade on those long sunny days.

They grow slow though. Really slow. What Genesis is telling us here is that Abraham is not looking for immediate shelter for himself. In fact, it doesn’t seem he’s thinking of himself at all. He is thinking of those that are yet to come according to what God has promised him – descendants as numerous as sand on the seashore and stars in the sky. The tree is for them. He is devoting his resources to care and provide for all of those that will come from him, not just his genetic line, but his spiritual one as well. Abraham is putting down roots, in a literal and figurative sense, to tell us he’s in it for the long haul, not for what he can get from it right now.

Those of us today, on this side of the world, or anywhere in the world, are far from his tree, his time, and his location. But we all benefit from the example he lived out and the commitment he showed. He is not just a father to us all, but an example for us also.

I’m just like everyone else. I want what I want when I want it. I pray for me, for the things that will benefit me. Today, I’m going to go bury a treasure for the next generation. My prayers will be for those that I will never meet. At least, not on this side of things.

“I am praying not only for these disciples but also for all who will ever believe in me through their message.” (John 17:20)

Why the NFL Got Their Domestic Violence Policy Wrong

Note: I originally wrote this a couple years ago. I forgot about it. But I still believe what I’ve written, so I figured I’d post it. 

I live in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada. I follow, though very passively, CFL football. We don’t get the talent, drama, or celebrity personalities of the NFL. Not even slightly. Average game attendance or television viewership doesn’t even begin to approach the NFL’s. And numbers in Canada for those that tune into the Super Bowl always dwarf numbers for our championship, the Grey Cup in comparison. The contrast there says it all: what’s more fascinating, being dazzlingly Super or being a bland combination of black and white?
I haven’t however been at all sheltered from the controversies of a more social dimension that plague the NFL these days. There are all of the issues related to head injuries and lawsuits from retired players, issues of bullying and discrimination around race and sexuality, and of course criminal charges ranging from assault to murder. These are issues that rage publicly apart from football, and also opportunities for the NFL to show public leadership at the places their league and these problems intersect. That’s why I see their new policy around domestic violence as a failure.
I follow these issues with all kinds of interest. It’s intriguing, from an impersonal distance, to see a young millionaire with a past begin to feel power and entitlement go to his head and kill someone as a result, such as the case with Aaron Hernandez. As someone who’s pastored in evangelical contexts of differing varieties, I’ve been carefully tuned in to Chris Kluwe’s selfless activism around marriage equality and the price he’s paid for it. As is often the case with large organizations with shareholders and public responsibility, the NFL has taken cautious approaches to these events to demonstrate appropriate levels of concern and respect for parties involved, while also committed to some form of discipline as necessary. But on the case of domestic violence, they’ve paid the price for being disengaged and soft, and I believe will soon pay the price for being hard-lined and unrelenting.
Their new policy, six game suspension for first offense and lifetime ban for a second, abandons their leadership role in the lives of the young, talented men recruited to play in their unabashedly successful money-making league. And it doesn’t only abandon them to the punishment of their sins, it also abandons their loved ones to a second victimization through the abuse. In this failure, it will either worsen the consequences for those already paying a price or force them into a fearful silence about abuse, a hell of another kind. A dramatically enhanced punishment imposed and enforced by powers from above through a change in regulation will not change behavior positively in those that commit violence. We have thousands of years of religion and law courts than can attest to that.
I have victimized others in my life. And I deserved any punishment received. Through that, those that actually cared for me and those I hurt saw any discipline imposed as means to restore me and the relationship I destroyed. Here, the NFL shows their ongoing interest is in profits by protecting public image rather than advancing the game they trade on by supporting the men they employ to play it.
Because of the NFL’s failure to handle the case with Ray Rice, they were forced to revisit their domestic violence policy in response to criticism rather than authentic concern. Their solution was this hard-lined approach. It might project their image as capable and on top of a sensitive issue, but it will only harm those it purports to protect and further harm those that are punished by it.
Here’s what I mean. Presumably, the first player caught in re-offense will be made an example of and punished by a lifetime ban, no matter the quality and length of his career. No more million dollar paydays, loss of sponsorships, and no hall of fame. But it doesn’t end there. His wife, girlfriend, children (or even boyfriend with the doors opened by Michael Sam, I suppose) will also suffer interminably. The lifestyle they’ve come to know and expect and the benefits of it will be lost to them. However, as a result of their spouse or boyfriend or father being caught, which is entirely different from not offending, they will gain an unending sense of public shame. They will come to be known in their schools, workplaces, and social surroundings as the ones connected to Player X and his sin. And will this new-found notoriety, fear, shame, and frustration actually solve anything related to the issues that birth and enable domestic violence? I can’t believe so.
Not only does this policy fail to address the real systemic and societal issues that are actually at work in domestic violence, perhaps even stronger than the issues of rage and control at work in the offender, it fails to protect and provide for those that, beyond the player’s NFL career, are bound to him forever. In this sense, it re-victimizes the victim and perpetuates the system of white privilege they already benefit from. There will likely always be one more excellent black athlete arising from difficult circumstances eager to take the place of the one just disposed of in disgraceful circumstances. The NFL benefits from this, as evidenced by the predominantly caucasian makeup of their team owners and league executive. And a policy like this one ensures it will continue in their favor as long as they take steps that maintain public image but fail the men they make their very successful living on the backs of.
A holistic approach that is actually concerned with the players, their potential victims, and the issue of domestic violence at large in North American culture would take a redemptive aim. It would re-train offenders not just for their benefit, but for the benefit of those standing by them even in their failures. These are the wives and children who must learn how to process forgiveness because even after Dad is no longer a pro athlete, he’s still Dad. A holistic policy would allow that many of these offenders have likely once been victims in one form or another. It would aim to break destructive patterns and create restorative ones. In so doing, it would also offer hope to the consumers of the game and the never ending proliferation of paraphernalia and products. If the veil of abuse was lifted and the attempts at redemptive strategies were made public, seen through the eyes of humanity rather than the lenses of cell phones and surveillance cameras, perhaps restoration and redemption could become more normal than repeat offense.

Domestic violence can and should end. No more victims, ever. My conviction is that this hard-line policy focused on public image will not achieve that but ironically, will ultimately only serve to perpetuate the number and severity of the victims produced by domestic violence perpetrators. May the NFL take hold of their leadership responsibility in the lives of its players towards redemptive rather than destructive ends. May they fail them no longer and be committed to protecting people rather than profits.

Redemptive Unrest

I live and serve from the conviction that God does some of His greatest redemptive work out of our biggest messes. After all, God didn’t come to make bad people good or good people great. He came to save sinners, heal sick, and make dead people live. This is the God who hovers over the watery abyss, sees opportunity, and breathes life and light into existence – then blesses it and says, “It is very good!” This is also the God who hung on a cross and broke out of a tomb to so I didn’t have to go in one.

This sermon was preached at King of Kings Fellowship on October 9, 2016. Great church, wonderful people, and a pastor with a great heart for the gospel. It was a privilege to visit!

The Big 4-0

It has arrived. What was once inconceivable began as a faint whistle from a distant meadow. It grew to an approaching rumble and is now a steaming, chugging, creaking, imposing presence that looms over me. Towering, it stirs up awe and fear, uncertainty, and maybe delight. But a little more creaking than I’m happy with.

I’m 40.

Well, tomorrow I’m 40. Today is the last day of my 30s. But now I know it’s here. All the tomorrows have come and gone for this one.

There was an age when the collection of days passed that would total 40 years was unimaginable. But as they do, the days have rolled by into months and seasons and then years. The summer has waned and fall has arrived. A fall of 2016, and also my life. I’m on the other side now. The view up the mountain was good, it’s fantastic from the top. But I see where I’ve been more clearly than where I’m going.

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The possibilities are endless.

Yesterday my sons got haircuts, a little different than they usually get. They looked in the mirror and speculated on what everyone might think of their new appearance with anticipation. I miss those days. When innocence was an unnoticed guest in every conversation. When disappointment could still be converted to opportunity. Skin was thin, but memories were often short.

Today I have work to do. There’s always work to do. There are meetings to attend, jobsites to visit, and errands to run. There is planning to do.

When I was 10 I didn’t plan anything. Except to buy junk food. I would scour for change that would add up to what I needed. A quarter could buy you something, even if not much.

Now there are quarters everywhere. But never enough quarters to add up. I always need to get more.

When I was 13 the future was endless possibility. I could be a star quarterback, a star point guard, and also a movie star in between games. Then off to the ring to defend a heavyweight title. It would be a great life for a bestselling novelist.

Now, the future is an accommodation of sorts. What do I do to make the best use of what I have?

That’s always the question, actually. I just didn’t know it when I as 10, 13, 18. I didn’t know it when I was 20 and I wasn’t clear on it when I was 30. Now I know.

But speculating on the next 40 years tells me that now that I know a better question, or at least know to answer a question of some kind, I still don’t know how to answer it. I don’t quite know how to channel those years to get the quarters I need, plan the meetings that matter, and consider what hasn’t even been on the mental agenda yet.

I’ll let you know in another 40 if I chose right.

Scandalous

Good Friday, 2016, message preached at The Miz City Church. It is a scandal that the one sinless man would die for all sin. So while his life surely ended in scandal, it began and begat scandal from the beginning too. Today the scandal still runs through our stories also.

Do you want to get well?

A sermon preached on John 5, the healing at the pool of Bethesda, at The Miz City Church on Sept. 25, 2016.

It was an invitation to come and be a part of Jesus’ Church, while also fully becoming all He has created you to be.