Goodbye, Louisville

Our New Front Door

Everything I own has been packed into boxes and will soon be crammed into a U-haul truck. Crazy!

After spending the last 5 years of our lives in Louisville, we are leaving this wonderful city and headed for Cincinnati this Friday. These are bittersweet feelings, because we love it here, but we are totally certain that we are going where God wants us to be.

Pictured here is our new house in Cincinnati, which is a townhouse. There are 7 other doors just like this one that we will share under one roof.

Public parkin front of our house

Yesterday, Laura and I drove there with our kids to let them see where they will be living, and we got to meet

a couple of new neighbors, which made the whole thing seem so much more real. City living will be a big adjustment, because we no longer have our own fenced in yard, and I had to pay extra money on our new house just to have a parking space for Laura.

But there is a city park in our new front yard, with a view of it out our front window. We are located in the downtown area with quick access to just about everything. There is a hospital a stone’s throw away.

Front view of our new home (we will live in 1/8th of it)

With the majority of the world’s population living in cities, we will be living a little more like the rest of planet earth: people everywhere, shared public space, and less driving. We’ll definitely miss some of the perks of our Louisville life, such as a large backyard and off-street parking, not to mention our friends, but we’re excited to be starting this new adventure together and seeing what God has in store for us.

“Jesus is under my blanket.”

My daughter, who is 3 years old, starting crying during her nap. I went in her bedroom to check on her and to see what was wrong.

“I need Jesus,” she told me. I was intrigued by this newfound theological insight from a 3 year old. We have been telling her over the last few weeks that she has sin in her heart and she needs Jesus, but I wasn’t expecting the moment to come this soon.

“Where is he?” I asked her. “Jesus is under my blanket.” Perhaps she experienced a holy ghost baptism or something and saw a vision. I probed further.

“What does he look like?”

“I dunno. He’s under my blanket.” This time I pulled her blankets and, sure enough, out dropped a tiny Veggie Tale character from the Christmas nativity set. This was the Veggie version of baby Jesus that was so tiny she lost it in the wrinkle of her sheets.

I’ll keep praying for the real thing to happen soon enough.

Help me name a new church!

I have compiled a list of potential church names and I need your feedback. Please choose up to three different names that you like best. Here’s a few things to keep in mind:

1. This will be an “urban” type church in downtown Cincinnati.

2. This will be a church that focuses on racial unity.

3. This church will try to reach college students.

4. This church will try to reach professionals.

5. This church will try to reach the poor.

6. This church will be a Gospel-centered church.

Ok. Tell me what you think! Please leave any additional church name ideas in the comments section or anything else you think.

Which church names do you like? (Select up to three)

  • Center City Church (44%, 8 Votes)
  • New City Church (28%, 5 Votes)
  • City United Church (28%, 5 Votes)
  • City of Refuge (22%, 4 Votes)
  • One City Church (17%, 3 Votes)
  • King City Church (11%, 2 Votes)

Total Voters: 18

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Further Up and Further In

My favorite moment in all of the Narnia books by C.S. Lewis is the last part of the final book, The Last Battle. The children enter into the “real Narnia” through a narrow door and find that this new Narnia is even more beautiful and more real than the one they had known.

They are constantly invited to come “further up and further in.” At each successive turn, just when they think they had arrived at their destination, they found that something more spectacular was yet beyond and they needed to go even further in to reach it. And so it went, journeying further up and further in, always more elated than the moment before.

From the book:

For them, it was only the beginning of the real story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only been the cover and the title page; now at last they were beginning Chapter One of the Great Story which no one on earth has read, which goes on forever, in which every chapter is better than the on before.

This part of the book really made me long for heaven, because that is what the New Creation (aka “heaven”) will be like. We will be totally fulfilled and joyous and lacking nothing, yet each day will bring greater experiences of that fulfillment in God than the day before. The life we have been living for as many years as we have been alive is merely the title page and cover. Everything you have ever done in your life will amount to little more than a publisher’s stamp in eternity.

So I wrote a song about it and would like to share it with you. We have sung it at my church in Louisville the last couple of weeks and it has gone over pretty well, I think. I hope these lyrics make you long for God in eternity like it does me.

Further Up and Further In
written by Michael Clary and Andy Barlow

Further up and further in
The master bids us come
To see and taste the foreign fruit
The savior’s blood has won

Come and drink your heart’s content
The water without price
Recline and dine, the finest wine;
The blood of sacrifice

[Chorus]
Further up and further in
So much deeper than you’ve ever been
Further up and further in
Into the love that washed away our sin

The Bride adorned from those reborn;
Dressed in her proud array
Ascending glories of the Lamb
Are burning new each day

Clothed in linen, pure and bright,
And crowned in righteousness
The bridegroom loves her, his delight
Eternal love to her express

Perfect Eden; perfect rest
God’s dwelling place with man
The work of Christ has been fulfilled
He sits at God’s right hand

A thousand years now distant past
The joys have just begun
Yet further up and further in
The master bids us come!

When a Black Man Marries a White Woman

Few people actually think of themselves as racist. It is social suicide.

But that doesn’t keep people from harboring subtle prejudices in their hearts that may seem innocent enough. Some of the most bigoted things I have ever heard from other peoples’ mouths were often preceded by the phrase, “I’m not a racist, but…”

Many feel that racial reconciliation should be sought — as long as white daughters don’t marry black men, or as long as black daughters don’t marry white men. Of course, this is all couched in the sincerest of concerns, such as, “I’m not a racist, but I just think that this will cause unnecessary problems in your marriage. What will people think?” Or, “I’m not a racist, but what if you have children? Do you really want them to grow up being half-white and half-black?”

When I was working at a Circuit City store once, I had a customer who was buying a computer from me. While asking some questions, he looked past me and saw an inter-racial couple in an adjacent department. He didn’t hesitate to confide in me, “I just think that’s disgusting.” I not only found his remarks offensive, it was also offensive that he thought that he could share them with me, a total stranger!

How, then, can a bi-racial couple navigate the treacherous waters of bigotry in their marriage? These are some of the questions I hope to learn about as I seek to plant a church in Cincinnati. This article from the AP highlights some of the various issues involved in race and religion.

But one thing is certain: true racial unity does not come about by seeking unity as an end in itself; this is only fool’s gold. That is like building a friendship on being friends. Friendship is built on a common interest; a common love. There’s lots of talk in the media about racial reconciliation recently, but the talk has been about racial reconciliation for its own end.

This is idolatry. We cannot expect to see any traction in racial reconciliation until we are willing to unite around something other than race. We can still talk about it and work towards solutions, but unity for its own sake lacks unifying power.

I like A. W. Tozer’s solution:

One hundred pianos all tuned to the same fork are automatically tuned to each other… They are of one accord by being tuned, not to each other, but to another standard to which each one must individually bow. So one hundred worshipers meeting together, each one looking away to Christ, are in heart nearer to each other than they could possibly be were they to become “unity” conscious and turn their eyes away from God to strive for closer fellowship. Social religion is perfected when private religion is purified.

For this reason, I am convinced that a racially unified church is not only possible, it is more likely to unify than any government program or a litany of “conversations.”

And I dream of a racially unified church filled with racially unified marriages, too.