Matthew Bridgman rockin @ Crooked Tree in his own stoic romantic sort of way.
You can't tell, but Crooked Tree was packed.
A blog about a Church's vision to raise up spiritual communities in downtown Dallas to come together in common to celebrate and live the way of Jesus. Koine: Coin-aye.
Matthew Bridgman rockin @ Crooked Tree in his own stoic romantic sort of way.
You can't tell, but Crooked Tree was packed.
It was fun to see who God continues to bring to our community. Last night, we had several visitors from the area. One woman has lived in the downtown area for years, believes it is her calling to financially support those who are spreading the gospel. Another couple wants to join a group that is missional, and passionate about advancing the kingdom.
PJ, a great friend and faithful follower of Jesus, shared a powerful story of reconciliation. He had been estranged from his father for 14 years. And because his father had played such a negative role, PJ also distanced himself from his whole family. In the meantime, his family had prayed for PJ's salvation. God not only reconciled PJ to the cross 7 years ago, He reconciled PJ to his father and family last Wednesday in a beautiful way.Over and over again, God reminds us that he uses small things to transform in mighty ways. I am fully convinced that God has the power to raise up 32 people on Swiss Ave, and turn them into radiant lights of Christ to a people lost in the darkness. What great things will God do through Koine Church in the next 12 months?
Tomorrow night, we will talk about the gifts of the Spirit, and how he wants us to use it for the common good of all. But even now, I see God's gifts emerge from our little spiritual community. First, several have been added over the summer, and now we are scratching our head and wondering where we can get more chairs. But for every person that comes, another gift is added to the body of Christ.
One of our members has a passion for men's ministry.
Three other members are very philosophical and good at asking the tough theological questions.
one takes the temperature of the "visitors" and has a good feel for what is hospitable and inhospitable (for example: it is bad to ask a visitor to tell their life story in front of all 25 of us).
We have people who just like to help. They can adapt to several different things, but they love to fill the gap when there is a need in the community.
Another guy is a get-er-done kind of guy. He organizes, plans, and executes (projects, not people).
Two ladies in our group are concerned about children across the world, and are putting on a fundraiser to reach them.
And the list goes on. But it is an incredible list, a list latent with great kingdom potential. I can't wait to see what incredible things God will do.
September 1st was our birth-day! We met on Wednesday of that week to launch our study series: Ekklesia: The Church, and to celebrate in our own small way, the birth of this new spiritual community.
Father, we pray and hope that we are salt and light to Lakewood, Lower Greenville, Uptown, and beyond.
While I could start this blog much earlier than February, more than a year earlier when our small group began, for this group really became our spiritual home from the beginning. But its February when we began to explore what it would mean for us to become a Church. The catalyst for this new venture actually came from a small, but significant challenge in my life. When I shared with everyone what that challenge was, they surrounded me like no other group had done before. A friend of mine cried. She probably won't ever realize how much those tears meant to me. Another friend fought hard to hold back his tears. He'll never realize how much that fight meant to me.
After this, I shared with them my desire to plant a church in Dallas. But the discussion was brief, and I didn't pass around a sign-up list. I knew there was still a lot to be accomplished over the next couple of months, and our challenges were many. For example, I knew that we had to begin working on our own spiritual health. We had just finished a curriculum called TrueFaced. The curriculum was OK, but the subject matter blew the lid off our group. Now, we needed to work on our spiritual condition. We began a new curriculum series simply titled: Spiritual Disciplines. This helped us work through the spiritual disciplines.
But the more pressing challenge for us was location. Due to size (we were running around 20 a week then), we had to meet at the church. Most of us lived in apartments, and if we had a house, it was so far away that it would be impractical. In order to move toward being a church, our group needed a home!
And that was what the month of March was all about.
For nearly 6 months, I drove past this house. It is right off of Swiss Ave, near Fitzugh Ave in Lakewood. There were several, pavlovian reactions when I saw this house. First, I drooled. Then, I prayed. Then, I begged God. Then, I drooled some more.
We needed a larger house to facilitate what we wanted to do. First, we needed a house where we could begin ministering to the neighborhood as a church. We needed a place to hold meetings, house parties, dinners, etc.
Also, over the year, our group developed a unique model for small groups (at least to us). We learned that there were many good reasons to have a large small group. From sharing resources, to having a good group of friends, to service projects, and on and on, we knew we enjoyed a larger group. But, it was very difficult to share openly on a Wednesday night because of the size. Therefore, we started the night with a short time of teaching, and then broke up into core groups of 5 to 7. And it worked! We were able to enjoy a short time of teaching where the members could get direction and clarification on the Word, then break up into core groups, and share in a more intimate setting, how the Word applied in our own individual story. But, in order to have core groups, we needed break out rooms. A house with several big rooms was more suitable to our needs.
Now, why this house in particular? Well, i had a buddy by the name of Kevin Spurgin who was also planting a church in the area. He used the exact same house as an exchange for service. He got the house at a discounted rate for $750 a month, but it stayed on the market to sell. Kevin lived in the house for a year, and it had never sold. Recently, he moved out, and I knew it was available again. So, at the end of February, I asked if I could get the owner's contact information. Long story short, the owners were very interested.
Now, all I had to do was raise support!
We were living on Jenny's paycheck so that I could church plant. And I'm sure you can imagine how much a private Christian University is able to pay. So, I began the hard but good work of asking people to partner with me in funding for the house. Some people in the group stepped up, and a very generous businessman offered to match what I raised from within the group. Within a couple of weeks, I was able to raise enough money to cover the house and utilities.
Big praise to God!!
We moved in to our new home at 4805 Swiss Ave on March 22nd, 2008.
Now, it wasn't that easy. All of a sudden, I had a 2300 square foot house that I needed to fill with furniture. Even before we moved into the house, I started collecting free furniture off of Craig's list. If you have never heard of Craig's List, or their free furniture site, then you have to check it out! I was able to fill up 2/3 of the house with free furniture by the time we moved in http://www.dallas.craigslist.org/zip/.
We had our first meeting on the 26th. (All of the furniture in the pic is Craig's List!)
The deal was simple. We got a beautiful, Swiss Ave house on the cheap, and they could keep it on the market. We could only hope that it wouldn't sell. Unfortunately, in April, that's exactly what happened.
I remember the phone call like it was yesterday. I was still reeling from all the great stuff that had happened in only a month. Within a month, we were able to move into the home we needed for the church plant. Our group meetings had become more exciting as the air was charged with excitment about what God would do with our little small group, and we had some new visitors who i really liked. Then, I got the call.
"Sorry Kevin. But the contract was signed last night. We sold the house."
We had two weeks to move out.
Ugh! I think that's what went through my mind. Ugh! Now, there was a redeeming moment. The owner told me that she had a friend that owned a larger home only 5 houses down. She also hadn't been able to sell her home in the last couple of years. Laurie would give us the same deal. While, I was appreciative that we had another place to live, I wasn't too excited about moving into the same situation. This was tough, because I believe in that saying: "Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me."
I saw the house, and honestly I wasn't impressed. It was great for smaller meetings, but the livingroom was small. It didn't win me over. It took a week of praying to decide to move forward. Within two days, we had completely emptied out 4805 Swiss Ave, and filled 4835 Swiss Ave. It was hilarious to see us pick up furniture, and carry it 5 houses down! But that was just a few small things. We loaded and unloaded a truck and van.
We are still in the yellow house today. And it has grown on me. But God reminded me of a little lesson there. Church is not about the building. It never was, and it never will be. I was defining success as a leader by the quality of the building. And I should have known better, because I personally believe that we as the church need to put our love, energy and money towards God and people, not buildings and programs.
Thank you Father for your wisdom :).
What is the Church? The Church is the people you see below. Buildings are temporary. We are eternal.
We as a group began to find ways to hang out more and become better friends. We did outdoor lazer tag (yeah, I never heard of it either), and yours truly captured the flag (but couldn't shoot himself out of a tin cup).
Still, we found even more ways to hang out. We had natural opportunities to get together, like Deb and Ramon Padilla's wedding shower. Also, Some of the members were a part of New Food
Tuesday, which the rest of us attended here and there. But, the dudes needed their time. So, we began poker night every Sunday night. While, it wasn't strictly, male-only, it became that way.
Personally, I began to meet with several of our guys in the group for accountability and prayer outside of the study time. I love our Wednesday night meeting, but my most profound self-discovery has been at coffee with Ramon Padilla, Steven Rodriguez, Matthew Hill, and PJ Dunn, Tim Pike and Steve Wade. Godly dudes!
As our small group became more intentional about being the church, not all of them stayed. Some that you saw in February and March are on a different path. As it is in all groups, God calls some people on one path, and other on another path. But they are all still our family.
We had to draw a line in the sand.
While that sounds more dramatic than it really was, we as a group knew that at some point, we needed to stop being a small group, and start being the church. Therefore, May was really about drawing a line in the sand, and deciding who would continue on in the church plant, and who would not. In order to have an informed opinion of the church plant, I held an information dinner for the small group. At the information dinner, I delineated my vision for the church plant. It was at this dinner that I shared the name of the church, and my vision for a church made up of neighborhood churches just like ours, planted in the downtown area. These neighborhood churches would adopt and transform neighborhoods all over downtown as we live out Christ's command to tell the good news, and make disciples of all nations. While the goal wasn't new, the method was, and to be honest with you, I was completely scared. I was sure that I would have to do a song-and-dance to keep the group's attention. And I was ready for a series of counter-arguments to defend my position. Of course, that was not necessary (nor should it be). Instead, the group jumped in and began to help me brainstorm.
Wow!
That's all I could think. They want to help me make this happen! Now, not all were on board, but most were. And so the dinner really ended with us planning out the next year.
But, I still encouraged everyone to take the summer and pray through this decision. It was a big decision, and would take people that were committed to the gospel.
By the way. The name of the church is Koine Church of Dallas. Koine is the greek word for "shared", or "common". It speaks of a shared message, kingdom, life. We are in this together.
It is pronounced: coin-aye. Imagine a Canadian is offering you a coin. "Coin, eh?"
Heh. :)
IN I My passion is to bring together a community for anyone who drifts unconnected to koinonia, to community. The essential community for human kind is the people of Christ. While organizations and religions have tried to brand their own carbon-copy of a Jesus-centered community, men like Paul the Apostle, Augustine, Martin Luther, Chuck Smith and many others continue to fight and live for the remnant. We remnant, we Christians come together by the power of the Spirit, grounded in the rich message of the Bible, protected by the rock walls of community, that we may carry the grand message of salvation by Word and Deed. We come together 7 days a week, in homes, and cafés, and parks and concerts, and hospital rooms. And in this normal life, we will find the supernatural power of the Spirit as it knits us together in love and grace.
OUT I I pray for the city of Dallas. I pray that this metropolis of singles and families, grandmothers, and college students, are loved by God and by us. And as our nation begins to return to these concentrations of culture, these city states, I pray that this Dallas culture is healed. Not overtaken by the Church; not turned into a Christian nation, but that the pilgrims of Christ within the city continues to seek out this cities pain, and redeem it by the blood of Jesus. God has burdened my heart with people who are displaced in the city of Dallas. The clubbers and shoppers and singers and single mothers and artisans and cubicle-dwellers who wonder how they are ever able to think outside of the box if they always live in one. We believe that the Earth is ours to care for, and all occupants within it. We limit our consumption to be good stewards of the Earth. We give our money and time to the broken and disenfranchised, and wayward. We unleash God's grace by looking after the widows and orphans and drug-addicts and refugees and the over-consumeristic family who wish they could live the pure, simple life again.
We will learn to love God, and love our neighbor.
WILL I This Church will hold up Love and Truth as its standard of community. This Church will develop communities, hot-beds of faith, hope and love throughout the Dallas downtown area. It will send these communities out as spiritual outposts to a lost and dying world. It will charge and empower these communities to serve, evangelize, and care for the city block and zip code in which they reside. It will draw these communities together to celebrate our good God. It will present spiritual services that give testimony of God’s Word, and his work in our lives. These services will showcase the creative power of God and his people.
WILL NOT I This spiritual community will not begin or end its strategic plan based upon the 2-hour Sunday morning event, which represents only a fraction of the life of a disciple. We will not use success as our driving motivation, rather faithfulness, so that we disciples are taught the reality of a faith knee-deep in the problems and pains of this world. This Church will not settle for anything less than disciples of Jesus who are vibrantly active throughout the city of Dallas.
We are followers of The Way. We are Christians.
This blog is a presentation, and broadcast to all of those who want to be a part of such a community in this city of Dallas. Browse around. Learn more about what God has laid on my heart, and the spiritual community that will begin in 2008-2009. I hope this blog challenges your ideas about the Christian life, and encourages you to push yourself inward as we learn to love God, and outward as we learn to love our city, Dallas.
A friendship in which we no longer condemn, nor condone, but commit one’s life as the gospel message to another person. I envision a message that is spoken daily, like a conversation on dating, sports, and what Simon said on American Idol. For Christ is not a secret, nor a salespitch, but as real and as much a point of pain and pleasure as the family and friends in your wallet. And if your friendship is authentic, then Christ is the most authentic part.
I envision a message that takes a life time to tell.
A Letter to the Church on Swiss
Kevin McGill, a bond servant of Jesus Christ, to all the pilgrims of Jesus Christ who are on Swiss Ave, including the core group leaders. Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. Dear brothers and sisters. You are my blessing in human form. My cousins and aunts and crazy uncles. You are my children, mother and father, my niece and nephew. You are my family tree.
Before I continue with our study through Ecclesiastes, I want you to hear a song that I have fallen in love with. It is from the album, Amelie. This particular song speaks of a person struggling with the great world around us and its many pressures. The singer knoss that life is about holding fast to one’s convictions while enjoying the daily life, but part of him longs to break free of personal conscience and join the kings and queens of this world, living with them in the Alps of Affluence.
But on another level, the music plays as if in a circus. We are the evenings entertainment, convincing ourselves and others that we are great characters in the three-ring circus of life. And for only ten cents, you too can take delight in the greatness that is “Kevin McGill.” And by talent alone, he will take you to other worlds, stars, heaven itself! But at night, we sink into despondency because we all feel like nothing more than circus freaks, stuck in our own sideshows.
Les Jours Tristes by Yann Tiersen:
I am writing to you from Crooked Tree off of Routh St and Mckinney Ave. Last we spoke, I told you that I would share what the Spirit revealed to me in Ecclesiastes. This is that letter.
Having studied, prayed and read the book of Ecclesiastes, my first revelation to you is this:
I’m an idiot.
What have I gotten myself into? You have to understand. When I sat down to study the book of Ecclesiastes, I had intended to mine the riches of God, and present them to you from my lofty, Spirit-ordained stool. I didn't sign up for this! As most people who dare to teach God’s precepts learn, God will put us through that which we dare to teach. I dared to teach Ecclesiastes, a book that questions the meaning of life on Earth. Two-and-half weeks ago, I cracked open my gold lined NASB, and God responded by cracking open my pride, leading me through my own personal crisis. Questions began spilling out. Questions about my life as a pastor, ministry, the church and the nationwide appeal of crocs (seriously, I asked a shoe salesman why crocs were such a big deal. They’re jelly shoes for adults! He nodded, and then said, “You see, they’re a status symbol. If you want to be someone Kevin, you need to buy a pair. I promptly bought two). Since the book of Ecclesiastes is about the questions of life, Those questions are the rest of my letter.
Ecclesiastes 1 – Meaningless? Meaningless? Everything is meaningless? The earth. World history. My job. Me. Everything! I’m uncomfortable with this phrase, especially in light of the gospel and how it is supposed to give life meaning, so I look up other interpretations of this word. Thank goodness that “havel”, the Hebrew word for meaningless can be interpreted other ways. Here are other delightful options: worthlessness, emptiness, fleeting, fraud, futile, and vapor. Nice. Vapor, now that’s an interesting one. I do a quick word study and find that Solomon uses other word pictures dealing with “breath” and “wind” in Ecclesiastes (review 2:11). I then check with some other scholars I respect and find that vapor is a better translation. But I begin to realize that this doesn’t help. Now I’m vapor, steam, a breath. I’m a spritz, a cough. But wait, what about imago dei? The theological belief built on Gen 1-3 that I am made in the image of God? Solomon even says, “God has set eternity in our hearts” (Eccl 3:11). I’m a sneeze made in the image of God? Still not helpful. But as I think more about it, it’s obvious that my pride is attached to the fact that I want to be set apart - not regarding God, but regarding his creation. It should be enough that I am made in his image, vapor or dirt clod. But it isn’t. I want to be significant regarding my time on planet Earth. I want my career, my marriage, my friendship, my life to be worth something! I want the waitress to remember my order when I say, water no ice! I want to be feared and respected. But Solomon comments on this too. He says that this is chasing the wind in Eccl 2:11. Interesting. I am wind, chasing wind. If this is Solomon’s answer to the self-help book, we are all in trouble. So, the question is – can I make this meaningless life meaningful?
I push through - actually, I slosh through the passage. Immediately, I recognize different people trying to say the same thing. Sometimes Solomon is an ambitious king trying to grasp life by the tailpipe. Sometimes he is a critical sage meting out wisdom without consequence. And sometimes he is the everyday man, seeing the sadness of his fellow workers being subjugated under the taskmaster. And with each personality, we are swung back and forth on a three point pendulum. Seething, he tells us life is meaningless in chapter 1. He then tells us that God has burdened us, because he will not allow us to have satisfaction in our ambitions in 1:13 and 6:2. But then he reminds us that the gift he has given us is food, drink and the capacity to enjoy our work that is before us, if we so desire (3:13). He has given us the gift of life, of “today”.
As I continue to read, I ask myself, where is it’s shape? As it must have become obvious to you, Ecclesiastes is a mess. It’s not really poetry, nor is it narrative, it’s not even necessarily wisdom literature. The scholar from Union Theological Seminary, William Brown says, “Not surprisingly, a coherent and tidy literary structure is distinctly lacking in Ecclesiastes. Attempts by scholars at delineating a clear structure through numerical analysis, polar structures, redactional levels, or concentric rings have proved largely unsuccessful.”
In short, scholars would rather take a ball-pen hammer to the head than try to outline Ecclesiastes.
It lacks the smooth, buttery logic of Paul, or the three course meal with morality for dessert of the narrative gospels. But most surprisingly, it is not a cup of coffee, bold and obvious like the Proverbs . Yes, it is the sphinx of the Hebrew bible, the unsolved riddles of history and life. But it does have shape, just different than what we are used to. Ecclesiastes writes like the ocean tide. It swells with despair, crashes into sobriety, then recedes in a quiet rush of hope. And eventually, the tide pulls the ocean from the shore, revealing its wisdom by that brilliant statement, “fear God”.
Continuing, Ecclesiastes is truth, mixed and mashed together with life from the lips of a leader. Why does this make me so uncomfortable?I don’t want my leaders to be honest, I want them to be right. I don’t want them to tell me how they feel, I want them to tell me what to do. Even growing up, I didn’t want to know that my father might be weak because that would mean I was born of weakness. But maybe that is exactly what we need right now. The economy has failed us once again and so has our leadership. More so, life has only gotten more difficult for a number of us in our church. If you don’t know by now, there are two prerequisites to joining Church on Swiss. Lose your job, or become deathly ill and have to be admitted to a nearby hospital. It’s then I realize, If mankind could write a journal, it would be Ecclesiastes. Truly, I believe that God loves us so much that he makes sure that at least one book of the Bible recognizes how messy and frustrating life can become. This would make sense, since we know that “we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who has been tempted in every way, just as we are—yet was without sin.” (Hebrews 4:4)
According to Rabbinic tradition, Solomon wrote Song of Solomon in his youth, Proverbs in his prime, and Ecclesiastes in his old age. This would also make sense. Passion for youth, exactitude for middle age and a sober honesty for the elder years. Yet, the elder Solomon doesn’t keep his wisdom for his lounging geriatric buddies. He turns his words to the youth, to us. We have so much going for us: ambition, dreams, drive. We chase after love in potential marriage partners, influence in our careers, and affirmation in friendship. But the one thing we do not understand is how to live with the inner-man or woman. We do not know how to live with the honest, raw words of our soul which is meant to keep us true and good. So we lock that person away. Now, it’s not that the inner-man or woman doesn’t ever get out. Like my ancestors a 100 years ago – the slaves of the south, the inner-man does escape and runs away. When he gets out, we chase him down, fight with and then lock him away in heavier chains. But maybe he wouldn’t cause so much trouble if we simply set him free and allowed him to work along side of us as he should.
This letter was not about answers, not really. As Solomon makes us wait patiently, dig deeply for the answers, so will we. But this letter is about stopping and looking into the mirror of the inner-man or woman. Tonight is about being honest with self and asking, "What am I chasing?" Ambition? Relationships? Pain unresolved? And then letting my community peer inside and tell me what they see.
OK. Maybe I do have one answer. Consider this. Ecclesiastes 2:11 tells us that our ambitions of life are “chasing the wind”. Chasing the wind in Hebrew would be varut ruach. That word, Ruach is not just a word for wind, it is also the word for the Spirit. Check Genesis 1. Maybe it’s not so much that we are chasing the wind, maybe it’s we are chasing the wrong wind? Maybe we should be chasing the Spirit-wind? Even better, maybe we should let the Spirit chase us like a sail boat, letting Him blow us in the direction He wants us to go?
Live the life God gives. Love one another. Prays for all the saints of the church. Remember me and the other servants of Church on Swiss as we continue to pour ourselves out for you and others. Tell Steve I want my book back. That guy never returns my stuff. Tell Matthew I want my pride back. He beat me at NBA all-star jam for Xbox three times in a row.
The Grace of the Lord Jesus Christ be with your spirit. Amen.
What are you chasing?
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