Wednesday, February 20, 2013

NEW Teaching Series: Sunday PM

THE BATTLE WITHIN

Each one of us faces a battle within, a battle that may go unseen by those around, but inside there is major brawl. It’s a battle with temptation. And depending on the temptation and its hold on your life, it may be a battle that seems impossible to win. In this series, we take a look at the temptations Jesus faced in the desert, and identifies the driving forces behind the temptations we all face every day. Because once you realize what the pull is behind the temptation, you can find the confidence to follow Jesus’ example and respond as He did. 

Week 1: The Main Event (February 24th)
Bottom Line: In every single temptation you face, there is always more at risk than you think.

In the sport of boxing, the main event is the big fight, the moment where everything is on the line. But for most of us, we are oblivious to the truth that in every temptation we face, there’s a lot at stake as well. When face to face with temptation, the choice feels insignificant sometimes. There are times when it feels like no one will notice, or it’s not really a big deal. But in looking at the temptations Jesus faced, we realize just how much is at stake—not only in His life, with the temptations that were before Him—but in our lives as well, with the ones we face every day.

Week 2: Fixing the Fight (March 3rd)
Bottom Line: We are tempted to believe we know how God works and how we think we can work Him.

In the boxing world, sometimes things aren’t always what they seem. Sometimes the winner is known before anyone walks into the ring. Sometimes the outcome is pre-determined by a person who has manipulated things behind the scene. Sometimes a fighter takes a dive. Sometimes a boxer throws the fight. And if each one of us were completely honest, sometimes we try to work things as well in our fight with temptation. And who or what we are manipulating isn’t the temptation, it’s God.

Week 3: Hook and Jab (March 10th)
Bottom Line: We are tempted to pursue the right thing the wrong way.

Temptation doesn’t always have to be about doing something bad. In fact, sometimes it’s not the end result that’s not necessarily a bad thing, but how we plan to get there. It’s the shortcut, the path, the compromise. And in this fight, this struggle with temptation, sometimes the punches we throw and the ones thrown at us are simply about pursuing the right things but in the wrong way.   


FAMILY EXPERIENCE

Over the next three weeks, our group is looking at the temptations each of us face, and digging down deeper to figure out the real issues. For teens, those temptations may look differently from the ones you face. In fact, one of the biggest temptations you may have is a tension that you may live with every day. It’s the tension between work and home. Whether you are in the workplace or working at home, there’s a struggle between the time you spend on the things you have to do versus the time you have to spend with your child. It’s that constant tug of war between what you have to do to get ahead in the workplace versus what it takes to really invest in your family.

Since there are only 24 hours in a day, something has to give. Someone has to lose out. Taking time for one thing takes time away from something else. And the only way to invest more time in one thing is to cheat the other thing. So whom are you going to cheat? Are you going to cheat your workplace or that show-ready home? Or are you going to cheat your family?

There will always be a project. There will always be an e-mail in your inbox. There will always be a phone call to return. But the time you have right now with your spouse, with your child, is limited. And when you think of the big picture, you’re the only one who can be a dad to your kids. You’re the only one who can be a mom to your kids. You’re the only who can be a husband to your wife, or a wife to your husband.





Tuesday, February 12, 2013

JH: Winter Retreat Parent & Student Dialogue


Winter Retreat Parent Cue Questions

Questions for parents and teenagers to dialogue together, naturally.  Don't press them into answer any of all of these questions, but may they be great lead-in questions for dialogue between you and your teen.  

Before the Trip:
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  • What are you most looking forward to on the Winter Retreat? Why?
  • The Winter Retreat’s theme this year is Sketch, what do you think they’ll be talking about?
  • Where do you want to hear from God this weekend?
  • What is on your heart & mind this week before heading on this trip?
  • What is something you have not been able to give over to God (that’s been weighing on you)?
  • Is there anything you want to change in your life?
  • What were some high and low points today?
  • How can I be praying for you as you are gone?




After the Weekend:
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  • Where did God speak to you this weekend? (What did God reveal to you this weekend?)
  • How have your passions changed or been encouraged from this weekend? 
  • Describe your top highlights from this weekend.
  • Describe something new you experienced this weekend.
  • Did you try anything that you never thought you would do?  Why do you think you tried it?  How did it turn out?
  • What stories stick out to you the most from the speaker?
  • What did you feel the speaker was trying to communicate this weekend?
  • What do you now understand that you didn’t before? (i.e. something in the Bible, what God desires of us, how I am to act/think)
  • You’ve talked about wanting to be and live differently.  What would it look like for you to live differently at school? At home? With your friends? Alone?
  • Weekends like this are great opportunities for a commitment to change, is there anything you thought about or did commit to this weekend?
  • What will you specifically do now to ensure what you gained from this weekend will create long term change? (What are specific, practical steps for change?) 
  • How can I encourage you and help keep you accountable in this?  Is there someone else who you would like to keep you accountable?
  • Is there anything I can do differently to help you?
  • How did you see God working this weekend?
  • From this weekend, what is the “next step” moving forward for you?
  • How can I be praying for you?

Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Summer Mission Experiences Information

Summer Mission Experiences Parent & Student Information


Missions Promo Video:
Mission Promo Video

Current High School (9-12th Grade)

SuperStorm Sandy Mission Experience, New York City (June 29-July 6)

High School Missions Information



Current Middle School (6-8th Grade)

Milwaukee, Wisconsin (June 16-22)

Middle School Missions Information


Tuesday, January 22, 2013

Senior High Winter Retreat Highlights 2013

Want to see what the Winter Retreat is like?  

Here is a link to the high school's trip last weekend:  

High School Highlight Video


They Don't Need Us Anymore

NOT INVITED

By Bob Welch


I was sitting in a bathtub full of moldy sheetrock when my thirteen-year-old son asked the question. “Can you take me golfing sometime?” he said.

I had a bathroom to remodel. It was fall, and the forecast for the next week was a one-hundred percent chance of Oregon’s liquid sunshine. I wanted to say no. “Sure,” I said. “What did you have in mind?”

“Well, maybe you could, like, pick up Jared and me after school on Friday and take us out to Oakway.”

“Sounds good.”

Friday came. The showers continued. Looking out the window, moldy sheetrock seemed the saner choice. But at the appointed hour, I changed from the home-improvement garb to rain-protection garb and loaded the boys’ clubs and mine in the back of the car. Ryan looked at me with a perplexed expression.

“What’s with the golf hat, Dad?” he said.

It was, I thought, a silly question, like asking a scuba diver what’s with the swim fins.

“Well, I thought we were going to play some golf.”

A peculiar pause ensued, like a phone line temporarily gone dead.

“Uh, you’re going too?” he asked.

Suddenly, it struck me like a three-iron to my gut: I hadn’t been invited.

Thirteen years of parenting flashed before my eyes. The birth. The diapers. The late-night feedings. Helping with homework. Building forts. Fixing bikes. Going to games. Going camping. Going everywhere together—my son and I.

Now I hadn’t been invited. This was it. This was the end of our relationship as I had always known it.

Why did it all have to change?

I needed to level with him. I needed to express how hurt I was. Share my gut-level feelings. Muster all the courage I could find, bite the bullet, and spill my soul.

So I said, “Me? Play? Naw. You know I am up to my ears in the remodel project.”

We drove on in silence for a few moments.

“So, how are you planning to pay for this?” I asked, my wounded ego reaching for the dagger.

“Uh, could you loan me seven dollars?”

Oh, I get it. He doesn’t want me, but he’ll gladly take my money.

“No problem,” I said.

I dropped him and Jared off, wished them luck and headed for home. My son was on his own now. Nobody there to tell him how to fade a five-iron, how to play the tricky downhiller, how to hit the sand shot. And what if there’s lightning? A runaway golf cart? A band of militant gophers?

There I was, driving away for now. Not just for now. Forever. This was it. The bond was broken. Life would never be the same.

I walked in the door. “What are you doing home?” my wife asked.

I knew it would sound like some kid who was the only one in the gang not invited to the slumber party, but maintaining my immature demeanor, I said it anyway.

“I wasn’t invited,” I replied, with a trace of snottiness.

Another one of those peculiar pauses ensued. Then my wife laughed. Out loud. At first I was hurt. Then I, too, laughed and the situation suddenly became much clearer.

I went back to the bathroom remodel and began realizing that this is what life is all about: change. This is what I’ve been preparing him for since he first looked at me and screamed in terror—not to play golf without me, but to take on the world without me. With his own set of clubs. His own game plan. His own faith.

God was remodeling my son. Adding some space here. Putting in a new feature here. In short, allowing him to become more than he could ever be if I continued to hover over him.

I went back to the bathroom remodel project. A few hours later, I heard Ryan walk in the front door. I heard him complain to his mother that his putts wouldn’t drop, that his drives were slicing and that the course was like a lake. He sounded like someone I knew. His tennis shoes squeaked with water as I heard him walk back to where I was working on the bathroom.

“Dad,” he said, dripping on the floor, “my game stinks. Can you take me golfing sometime? I need some help.”

I wanted to hug him. Rev my radial-arm saw in celebration. Shout: “I’m still needed!” I wanted to tell God, “Thanks for letting me be a part of this kid’s remodel job.”

Instead, I got one of those serious-dad looks on my face and stoically said, “Sure, Ry, anytime.”