Why do you Believe?

New Heights Men at New Heights Church Message from: Alex Stuart Hey Men,   In light of some research I am doing at the moment, I would love to get your response to the following questions:   1. What person in your life most influenced the way you view/do life? What makes you say that?   2. What action(s) have you participated in that made you feel like more of a man?   3. What book have you read or movie you watched that you feel like had a huge impact/motivating factor for you as a man?   Ok, survey over. Thanks in advance for your responses.   So the men's retreat is right around the corner (sign up at www.newheightschurch.com) and we are going to be running under the theme of Finding Your Place in the Story.  What the heck does that mean, you ask. Well look around and ask yourself what story am I living in? In other words, what shapes my decisions, actions, words, core beliefs. For instance, if you truly believe that Jesus died for the forgiveness of your sins (among other things) then you shouldn't go around beating yourself up over mistakes you have made in the past. Jesus dying on the cross is part of the story you are living in and it has an effect on your life.   Some may call this your worldview if that helps define this concept for you. I like story because when Jesus came, that's how He decided to interact with mankind. He told stories and asked questions because that's the way to get to the deepest parts of us. Stories hold our attention. They convey more than a plot and a climax. As you identify with the characters of a story, you tend to take on their whole belief system.   So, what's the idea of our place in the story? This is where having a worldview is not enough.  A worldview may define your cognitive belief system, but it does not assign you a part in that system, which is one of the core desires of our lives. We want to belong, to make a difference, to have impact. You will never experience this with out first knowing the story you are living in, and then knowing what your place is in that story.   There are places in the story that are common to all of us as Christian men. We are to offer our strength as it is needed.  Others are to be able to rest in our shade as oaks of righteousness.  We are to lead well as Christ leads us. Then there is the individual place we are to fill and this can be defined as our missions, our assignments from God. Weather you know it or not, God has been working in your life since you were born to mold you, train you for that mission, that assignment. Or assignments! Each assignment strengthens us, trains us for the next one also.   So at the men's retreat, we will break down the story we are living in on Friday night, then on Saturday, in the midst of some great activities, we will take some time to look at your individual story and see where God has been leading you.   Come prepared to spend a couple of hours working and playing outside. Which leads to a prayer request, please go ahead and be praying for some good weather that day.   If any of you have some words of encouragement for other men to attend this retreat, based on your experiences at past retreats, please put those in your response to this email and I will send them out on my next email.   I hope to see you there.   In Christ Alex

A naming ceremony

New Heights Men at New Heights Church Message from: Alex Hedgepeth Hey Guys, Excuse me as I take an email to make a personal announcement that is fairly life-changing to me, but not to you. I hope through the story of this you find some understanding of the power of a name, something I try to communicate on a regular basis. Dec. 16th 1963 Robert Alexander Harris was born to David and Myrna Loy in Jackson MS. David was a lawyer and Myrna was a professional singer. They were also two of the most self-centered people to ever grace this earth. David's self-obsession was women other than his wife and Myrna's was her career. Needless to say there wasn't much room for kids in this equation, so young Harris spent his formative years with his grandfather, Leroy Stuart, on Mr. Stuart's 40 acre farm, surrounded by lots of relatives and friends, living a life that was, to him, heaven on earth.  During those years a foundation of hard work, outdoor fun and a deep belief in God was instilled in this young boy. So much so that years later, many who knew Mr. Stuart would comment on how much he was like him. To the young boy, his grandfather was the upmost in a man. Strong, resolute, loving to everyone, and someone who found joy in the simple things in life. To be compared favorably to such a man was always the highest compliment someone could give him. At age 6 this young boy went to live with his mom and her new husband, now his stepdad. Though a good businessman and someone who lived with a great sense of ethics, the love was missing, to be replaced with a deep-seated anger. After a few years, Myrna decided to sing exclusively in churches and it was decided for the step-dad to adopt this young man and change his last name (wouldn't do, you know, for Christians to think someone had a "past"). Many of his classmates expressed confusion of how this could happen to someone and why in the world would you want to. Well it wasn't so much wanting to as it was had to. Of course, since he never saw his real Dad, and all the stories about him were shameful (and true it was later confirmed), why not. If you haven't figured it out, this young man was me. Yes, I write and speak a lot on identity because it has been on my mind since I was a young boy. So, the reason for this self-indulgent letter to you good men is to announce that I have legally changed my last name. To Stuart.  To the father figure in my life that I drew the most of who I am from. Yes, I have some of my biological father and my step dad in my make-up, but those are the things that I usually have to ask forgiveness for, rather than be glad that I am that way. If I had done this when I left home at 18, it would have been out of spite to my step-dad (and oh, how I wanted to), then, years later, when he and I had a good relationship, I didn't do it out of not wanting to hurt him. Since he died 2 years ago, I feel God leading me to this action at this time. On a deeper sense, I never felt like I was a Harris, nor a Hedgepeth. I was never part of those families because those families weren't close. I know and love scores of Stuart relatives. I connect with that name and have chosen it to be mine and my wife's. Hopefully, my daughters will have another name one day in the near future anyway. That is their story to write. I don't expect everyone to understand, nor to get it right the next time you introduce me to someone. That's ok, I know who I am and for the first time in my life when I introduce myself to someone, it is with a name which reflects who I really am and where I come from. Words cannot express the sense of belonging that come with the expressing of my identity. I haven't done it many times yet, so I notice it every time and stand a little straighter every time also. Oh, that we as Christian men would have that same feeling when we tell someone that we are a son of the King. That our hearts and lives belong to Jesus. Thanks for indulging me this personal letter. Strength for your journey Alex Stuart

What are we all scared of?

What are we all scared of?

New Heights Men at New Heights Church Message from: Alex Hedgepeth Hey Men, I just read an email about how a famous hymn got written. A man was supposed to leave Chicago and go perform at a revival in St. Louis. His wife was in bed with the birth of their first child close at hand. He said he didn't want to go but a lot of people were expecting him. So he headed out. A few miles down the road, he remembers his music case back at home so he goes back and has another internal struggle, really feeling deep down he shouldn't leave. He does anyway and the next night, after the crowd begged him to sing more and more, he sits down and receives a telegram from Western Union stating that his wife and infant son had died. The email goes on to talk about how he wrote a great hymn out of his grief. How God was there to sustain him in his dark time. It also points out that he knew that God was there to tell him to stay home with his wife. And that is what really ticks me off about this story. He walked out on what God was telling him in his heart to do and not do, and his family suffers for it.  I love the fact that God was with this guy before and after his disobedience (sorry, there's just not another word for it) but the fact remains, this guy let the crowd's possible reaction get in the way of what God wanted him to do for his family. It's called fear of man. Fear of what others will think of you. Jesus talks about this in John 12, talking about religious leaders who believed Jesus, but would not go public because of their fear of losing their "position". Fear of Man, fear of others, of public opinion. The list of really great things this has kept us from doing is probably the longest list in the world.   This might be the biggest difference in the sin management camp and the follow Jesus camp. Sin management uses pressure to conform. Jesus says, follow me. Over to where life is worth living. I love the times in scripture where God is a still small voice, because to hear that voice, you can't be listening to something louder. To get out of step with the crowd like this guy: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0u3_tPo2y7k it's got to be one of the most freeing experiences God has for us.   Fear is not an easy foe to conquer, but it can be done. One road to get there starts Tuesday morning at 6am at the student center and winds around to the first weekend in march. It's a great journey, and the best part is that it never ends. Let me know if you haven't already if you want to be a part of this.   In Christ Alex

The Surpassing Greatness of Knowing Christ

John 12:25
The man who loves his life will lose it, while the man who hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life.
 
Mark 8:34-35
Then he called the crowd to him along with his disciples and said: "If anyone would come after me, he must deny himself and take up his cross and follow me.
 
Philippians 3:8-11
…I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ 9 and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ — the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. 10 I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11 and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.
 
 
Confession:  I love my life. 
 
I love my wife, our great kids, my job, our church, our home, this beautiful place we live in, my chickens, my garden, my bees, my bike, our steady and generous incomes, our good health.  We’re surrounded by friends we love and who love us.  I love it all!  Love it, love it, love it!  I consider all these things as gifts from the good hand of God.  He has poured out his favor on my family.  He has been so generous and kind to me.  Things are truly “better than I deserve.”  I know I could lose any or all of it in a moment, and that makes me all the more grateful.
 
But the verses above remind me that I’m in dangerous territory.  I have been tempted to love the gifts more than the Giver.  I have delighted in things that are passing away and have been distracted from the greatest Treasure of all—knowing and loving Jesus.  I have often given my heart to things of lesser value. 

The Lord is teaching me that it’s hard to hold onto him when my arms are full of the gifts he has given me.   They are good things, but compared to knowing him and loving him better, they are rubbish. 
 
My home--rubbish!
My hobbies--rubbish!
My health--rubbish!
My work—rubbish!
My stuff—rubbish!
My security—rubbish!
 
My family and friend relationships—it hurts me to say it, but it’s true—compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, it’s all rubbish.
 
May the Lord teach us to love only him and to lay down even his gifts in order to embrace him more fully.
 
Now where did I put that cross?
 
 
Brian