Thursday, October 30, 2014

The World's Worst Marketing Campaign


I don't claim to be an expert in the field of marketing, but I am pretty sure there is a right way and a wrong way to do it. Actually, I KNOW there is a right way and wrong way to do it because every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I roll out of bed and sit in Principles of Marketing for an hour learning the difference.

There are four components that play a part in effective marketing-- product, price, placement, and promotion (I just typed that by memory, someone tell my prof I deserve an A). Product is what the consumer can expect to receive in exchange for a resource of equal value, usually currency; price is the monetary value placed on the product based on what a consumer is willing to hand over in exchange for that product; place has to do with where the product can be found, whether its on a specific shelf in a certain store, or on a specific page on a certain website; and promotion has to do with making the consumer aware of the product and creating a desire within the consumer to obtain it.

When getting ready to promote a product or service, companies spend thousands if not millions of dollars researching their consumers so that they know exactly what to say and how to say it in order to secure a sale. If their customers want fun, they're going to make their product sound fun. If their customers want prestige, they're going to make their product seem prestigious. If their customers want efficient, they're going to bend their campaign as much as possible to present their product as efficient.

If this is what defines a good marketing campaign, then it is safe to say that God is not interested in the business of marketing. Dietrich Bonhoeffer said this, "When Christ calls a man he bids him come and die." Literally the worst marketing campaign ever. Here's Jesus saying"Follow me! But first, give up everything you have, all your hopes, dreams, plans, and ambitions, and pick up your cross." I can only imagine what the disciples were thinking standing beside Jesus as these words escaped his mouth. Peter, always a bit quick to offer his advice, probably wanted to whisper something into his ear along the lines of, "Hey Jesus, I'm sure you know what you're doing but let me just throw something out there. Instead of saying 'come and die' maybe you could highlight some of the benefits of being your disciple. You're going to kill our head count in the weekly attendance report if you don't change your approach a bit."

Had Jesus been concerned about changing his approach, had he said anything less than "come and die," he would have been untrue to his own Gospel message. In the United States of America, we have done with the Gospel what we have done with everything else- made it about us… tailored it to fit our wants and needs. The Gospel has never been about being the best you that you can be. It has always been about the fact that at our very worst moment, when we were drowning in our humanity, God humbled himself, became a man, died a horrible death on the cross, and three days later rose from the grave conquering death once and for all. It has always been about believing in Jesus' finished work on the cross, dying to ourselves, and repositioning him on the throne of our hearts.

Sorry to burst some bubbles, but if you are living a comfortable life, never sacrificing yourself for the sake of the Kingdom of God, never exiting your comfort zone to introduce a stranger to Jesus, never speaking loudly enough of your faith to have someone reprimand you for it, you probably aren't carrying your cross like Jesus. I'm guilty of it, too. Not many of us reading this will ever experience literally losing our lives for the sake of following Christ. For our brothers and sisters around the world, however, this is what following Christ means. It means no more family gatherings because family has disowned them. It means no more education, because education in many areas is not offered to a professing believer in Christ. It means no freedom of worship, no job, no home, and often times no life.

Though we may not experience physical death here in the United States, though you reading this overseas may not experience physical death in your nation that is still open to the Gospel, let us embrace wholeheartedly a death to ourselves. Let us be willing to go when he says 'go.' Let us be willing to give up the things we cling to when he says 'open your hand.' Let us live our lives for the one who gave his life for us willing to follow his call to come and die. Amen.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014

He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not



"He loves me… he loves me not…" This phrase signifies the death of flowers everywhere as petals fall to the ground carrying with them the hopes and dreams of a little second grade girl who wonders if she has found her Prince Charming. It's a silly game that is played by our daughters, our students, and our little sisters that ends only when one petal remains signifying if the object of her affection does or does not reciprocate her "love."I chuckle at the thought of a little girl on the playground in distress because the final petal landed on "he loves me not" indicating to her that all hope is lost. I chuckle again as she picks up a handful of new flowers to try again and again until the last petal lands on "he loves me."
I played this game far too many times as a child. Unfortunately, I still play it to this day.

I hold in my hands all of my deeds and as I drop each one to the ground, I determine if He loves me or if He loves me not. Obviously, the He I am talking about is Jesus. I was kind to a stranger today… He loves me. I snapped at a friend out of impatience… He loves me not. I spent my afternoon praying and reading the Word… He loves me. I sinned again… He loves me not. I know this game makes just about much sense as the version I played in elementary school, yet I still have the tendency to play it from time to time on an off day. I forget or I choose to ignore the fact that His love for me is not contingent on what I have or have not done, but rather on the fact that He chooses to love me regardless. Do you or I deserve the love He chooses to pour out on us? Absolutely not. We are fooling ourselves if we think we deserve it any more that the man who sits behind bars for murdering his child. We are also fooling ourselves if we think we deserve it any less than our pastor who spoke so eloquently on Sunday. 

It is by the grace of God, God's unmerited, unearned favor, that we have the opportunity to sit under the fountain of his love and drink deeply from it. My goodness does not gain me that access, nor does my sin revoke that access. Today these words from 1 John bounce around in the walls of my heart: 

So we have come to know and to believe the love that God has for us. God is love, and whoever abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him. By this is love perfected with us, so that we many have confidence for the day of judgment, because as he is so also are we in the world. there is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear. For fear has to do with punishment, and whoever fears has not been perfected in love. 
I don't think I am the only one who needed the reminder today that God's love for me is more sure than anything in my life. Nothing, NOTHING, you or I could ever do will make God stop loving us. If you don't believe me, go read it for yourself here, and then go forward in the grace and peace of God.

If you are reading this and you have never experienced the love of God before, or you aren't sure what all of this Jesus stuff has to do with you anyways, please leave a comment below or send me an email to the address provided in my bio. I would love to introduce the two of you.

Monday, October 20, 2014

If The Gospel Was Ebola

Ebola. No one was talking about it before February 2014; everyone been talking about it since. I don't think I could tell you how long its been since I went a whole day without seeing it on the news, reading about it on my social media feed, or hearing it escape the lips of a stranger on the sidewalk. People are either A) panicking B) complaining C) developing conspiracy theories or D) creating memes making fun of options A, B, and C.

This blog is not my two cents on this epidemic, though I would like to ask everyone to take a deep breath, relax, and remember that ebola did not throw Jesus off his throne. I am intrigued, however, by the reaction of so many people and the news being spread about this virus. When you google ebola, you will see the following results (I can't help but read these headlines in the voice of our local newscaster who has a way of making everything seem so much more epic than it really is):

Ebola in America: Has the Fever Broken?

Signs and Symptoms: Ebola Hemorrhagic Fever

What We Are Afraid to Say About Ebola

Ebola Outbreak: What You Need to Know NOW

The bottom line is that people want to know what it is that everyone else is talking about and they want to know if they should concern themselves with it as well. What if the Gospel was ebola? What if I couldn't go a day without seeing its effects on the news? What if I couldn't go a day without seeing it preached on my news feed? What if I heard it pouring out of the mouths of strangers as I passed them on the sidewalk? What if people wanted to know what it is that Christians can't stop talking about and what if they started asking themselves if it should be a part of their lives, too?

Unfortunately, we seem to talk a lot more ebola than Gospel. I've never seen a headline that read "Signs and Symptoms: the Gospel is Taking Over" or "The Gospel: What You Need to Know Now." It saddens my heart that I haven't seen a headline that says "The Gospel in America: The Power of Sin Broken" or "The Gospel in America: Lives are Being Restored."Why aren't these the normal banners on the 5 o'clock news? Somewhere along the way, we have stopped letting our experience with the Gospel be contagious; and so it doesn't spread to our community or across borders, it settles inside of us and sometimes people don't even know we have been infected.

I want the name of Jesus to be as famous in the eyes of the world as the word "ebola." The truth is, it probably isn't these days. People can't keep their opinions about ebola to themselves, but they have no problem keeping quiet about Jesus. That's totally weird to me. There is nothing more powerful, more cataclysmic, more radical, more life-altering than the Gospel. Let's start being a little louder about it until people are seeking Jesus more than they are unreliable facts about ebola.