Wednesday, August 26, 2015

OBU Convocation 2015

The first time I met Atticus was at the theater. He was tall, spoke with a quiet confidence, walked with a sense of dignity, and looked remarkably like Gregory Peck. Atticus Finch was a hero, unafraid of disrupting the narrow-mindedness and racial prejudice of his community, willing to stand up and defend the liberty and rights of Tom Robinson, a black man falsely accused of a horrific crime. Atticus was a larger-than-life hero and we loved him.

I first encountered Thomas, George and Martha in a classroom. Thomas was genius, a man before his time—part engineer, part philosopher, part political scientist, part educator, and a revolutionary. From the quill of Thomas Jefferson flowed ink that would change the course of history, poetry that would be as powerful as any force unleashed upon the present world order:

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.” Jefferson was heroic and hailed as one on whom to model a life of purpose. George and his wife Margaret were as royalty among the revolutionaries—he a gifted strategist and military leader, she a wealthy matron of money, culture and influence. Apart from them, we might very well be living still in a nation paying taxes to and bowing before the Queen of England. George and Martha Washington shepherded the newly established United States of America, putting into practice the ideals of independence and constitutional government. They were America’s first power couple and as a nation we celebrated them naming buildings, schools, and an entire state for them.

 I’ve been thinking a lot about Atticus, Thomas, George and Martha. I’ve been thinking about our nation, our founders, our heroes—both fictional and historical. I’ve been taking a second look, gazing deeper into their lives. At least with fictional characters we can make them perfect, make them pure. But with historical figures, we don’t have that luxury. Dig past the superficial, dive deeper into the psyche of even the brightest, the most gifted and celebrated among us, and be prepared to find conflict and inconsistency. Be prepared to find depravity.

Thomas Jefferson was a deist who rejected Scripture as inerrant. He was a man who turned a blind eye to the very principles of life and liberty he espoused in his writings. His prejudices are there in plain sight. Even in his masterpiece on Independence, following his eloquent declaration that all are created equal, that all are “endowed by our Creator with unalienable Rights of Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness,” are unsettling, jarring words of inconsistency. As he lists reasons for revolting against the Crown, he accuses King George of encouraging domestic insurrections among the, “merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.”

Jefferson’s incendiary language belies his lofty ideal of human equality. Jefferson and George and Martha Washington, to whom we owe a great debt of gratitude for our nation’s independence, founding, and development, were not perfect. They were complicated, conflicted, and imperfect in their understanding of God’s Word. They weren’t even totally committed to the very ideals for which they fought, as they bought and sold fellow human beings.

The Jeffersons and the Washingtons, hailed as stalwarts of liberty and justice, inexcusably held in bondage fellow image-bearers of the Almighty. Their humanity—their inhumanity—make us uncomfortable, repels us, and forces us to comprehend them within a larger context than the neat and tidy vignettes of history present. For that matter, the first people groups that occupied North America were imperfect, often at war with each other. Of course they were; they too were sons and daughters of Adam.

But of course, Atticus Finch was a figment of Harper Lee’s imagination, a work of fiction. At least he is an unchanging portrait of goodness and justice. Alas, even Atticus is revealed to be all too human, even in his world of fiction. Apparently the Atticus of “To Kill a Mockingbird,” was a man pictured through the eyes of a young daughter, not yet able to comprehend the complexities and inconsistencies of her hero-father. Harper Lee’s famous novel was not, as it turned out, the original portrait of Atticus she conceived. Instead he was a memory of her character, Scout, the tomboy daughter of the novel’s hero. The whole affair of Atticus defending the falsely accused Tom Robinson, while admirable, did not tell the whole story.

The original novel Lee penned, “Go Set a Watchman,” was released this summer. I advanced ordered a copy what I thought was a sequel to Lee’s masterpiece. Instead, I read what appears to be the author’s original portrait of Atticus, as seen through the eyes of his daughter, Scout as a grown woman. What caught the eyes of her publisher and editors in her original work, however, was a flashback memory about Atticus defending an innocent Black man, and so Harper Lee went about fully developing that aspect of her original novel, releasing it as “To Kill a Mockingbird,” so many years ago.

With great interest and some trepidation I began the new—or original—work of Lee, meeting in the pages the more fully formed character of Atticus. I found much to still recognize in this older, more fully developed man, but Scout’s encounter as a grown woman with her hero-father proved to reveal a much more complex character. A man much too real—one with prejudices and pride.

I must admit, my first reaction was to be irritated with Harper Lee. For destroying a hero in my eyes and spoiling an idealized memory. For sullying a character I’d grown to love. For making Atticus all too human. But of course, this was her original Atticus. The Atticus in the flashback, the Atticus of “To Kill a Mockingbird,” was the secondary perspective—a portrait intentionally na├»ve and seen through the eyes of a young girl who idolized her father. And like the grown woman of the original novel draft, we too in “Go Set a Watchman” are forced to grapple with a hero who wasn’t all that we had imagined him.

“Go Set a Watchman,” while full of social commentary relevant still today, affected me in a way I had not anticipated, forcing a new reality in my understanding of Atticus, Harper Lee and the world in which she lived and about which she wrote. In many ways my experience in discovering that Atticus wasn’t entirely who I thought, parallels my thinking about and understanding of where we are as a culture and society, both domestically and abroad. To be candid, I find that I am as stunned at the new realities and complexities of our present culture and attitudes as I found myself reading about the much more complex Atticus.

Without enumerating all of the social and cultural shifts, suffice it to say that for many evangelicals, the new realities we face today are radically different than those with which many of us grew up, understood, and falsely assumed were permanent. A worldview that at least showed deference to a Judeo-Christian ethic—however superficial it may have been—has been upended and is the source of much soul searching and analysis.

As are the cases with our heroes discovered to be all too imperfect, we are forced to recognize the new realities of our culture, our community, our country. To prepare for our future and to live successfully in the now requires an honest evaluation of present day realities and honest evaluate of our history—whether it be world history or the histories of our own communities, tribes and families. Even the history of the church (or at least those claiming membership in the church) is fraught with actions irreconcilable with the very Author of the Word and object of our faith, Jesus the Messiah. Our own denomination has a history uncomfortably rooted in a narrative of slavery that required repentance and requires ongoing efforts to remove lingering vestiges of racism and to continue progress toward full reconciliation.

Understanding the new realities, wrestling with our histories, and being honest about our pasts and our very flawed heroes are insufficient however, if we learn nothing, if we fail to live in the present in an intentional way. We fail if we do not learn from the past, live out a more excellent way in the here and now, and chart a course for a future that will reveal us to be faithful to the Word and to the teachings of Christ.

 Hence, we assemble here as a diverse group of imperfect people, but people devoted to Christ as the great unifying purpose behind our University. We gather here with holy purpose and a worthy mission: As a Christian liberal arts university, OBU transforms lives by equipping students to pursue academic excellence, integrate faith with all areas of knowledge, engage a diverse world, and live worthy of the high calling of God in Christ.

 I propose to you that our time here in community on the OBU campus is a time of preparation as sons and daughters of Issachar. Recall when David was under oppression from the jealous King Solomon, men began to gather to him, siding with him as the next King of Israel. From every tribe in Israel they came and among those who joined him were those from the tribe of Issachar. I’m captivated by the words used to describe them in 1 Chronicles 12:32a: “Of the sons of Issachar, men who understood the times, with knowledge of what Israel should do.” Descendants of Issachar who were gathered to David’s side were those who understood the times, and who had knowledge of what the nation should do.

My prayer is that you would be equipped here as sons and daughters of Issachar. My hope is that you would be men and women who understand our times. My desire is that you would be filled with knowledge of what to do, not merely as citizens of an earthly nation, though surely that too. But instead, that you be men and women who understand the times and are filled with knowledge of what the church should do, what individual believers should do.

 That is why we gather in classrooms and hallways, in offices and under shade trees, in chapels and on mission trips. That is why we live in community here for these years together on Bison Hill. We seek to learn, to grow, to be honest, to evaluate, to think critically. We attempt to put into practice and live out in the present that which we learn. And we set a trajectory for our future, individually and collectively. We seek to understand the times and to understand what to do. As members of a Christian community, we approach life and learning with deliberate thinking and meditation, with honest introspection.

In distinctively Christian higher education, we seek to move forward in tandem with truth as revealed in the Holy Writ of Scripture, and we find great comfort and genuine liberation in a world that was deliberately and lovingly crafted, a world that begins with an Almighty Creator. We seek in distinctively Christian higher education to wrestle with the great questions of life, knowing that an all-wise God can lead us to answers. Unafraid to ask why, we seek wisdom that we believe is ultimately found in the reverential fear of an all-powerful God.

We learn from the past and from even the failure of our heroes, conscious always of our own flaws and fallibility. We hold on to what is true and pure and learn from that which causes pain and suffering. We embrace that which is noble and cast off that which ensnares us, ever striving to live worthy of the high calling of God in Christ. We approach learning from self-admitted presuppositions. Let’s be honest; everyone approaches life and learning from presuppositions and it is a fool who does not recognize such.

We begin with a presupposition that before the beginning there was God, that behind this magnificent universe is a more magnificent Creator. We begin with a belief that the Word of God has been divinely inspired and protected throughout history. We begin with a presupposition that the beginning of wisdom is the fear of God. We begin with a presupposition that something has gone wrong in God’s created order, and that something is the sin of humanity—rebellion against the Word and ways of Jehovah. We embrace strange notions that miracles and signs and wonders are real, including a virgin birth. We begin with an understanding that in the Person of Jesus, the Messiah—the Christ—we have a Mediator who lived and died in the place of rebellious humanity; that He fulfilled the Law of God’s Word; that through repentance and faith in Him, we are reconciled to God and to each other.

We actually embrace the seemingly wildly impossible belief that this Jesus who was crucified and buried, actually rose from the grave and conquered sin and death for all who place their faith and trust in Him. We begin with a belief that in Jesus we find our hope and our future and we believe He is actually coming back some day and that through Him all things will be made right at the time of His choosing; that by Him all will be judged and that those who trust in Him will be forever in His presence to live a life of joy and love in paradise, and that those who deny Him will be permanently and perpetually separated from Him, therefore from love—in a state of conscious death and hell.

Does that make us strange? Does that make us countercultural? Does that make us entirely offensive to a large part of society? Yes. Yes it does. Yet only briefly in history, and then only in small geographic areas, have those presuppositions, those strange belief systems been perceived as anything remotely “normal” by world.

Consider Noah who was called by God to be a ship-builder, called to believe God’s Word that judgement was coming upon the whole earth. Was he considered odd? His ways misunderstood? Consider a middle-eastern pagan named Abram who, upon encountering God, left his homeland to go to a place he would be shown. Was he was a stranger and pilgrim among the world around him? And what of John the Baptist, Lydia, Mary, Martha, Paul, Priscilla, Aquila, Peter? Were they considered at odds with their respective cultures? Were they considered outsiders, out-of-step with Jewish culture? With Roman culture? Were they part of an odd group of religious people? Were they considered strange? Peter himself describes the followers of Jesus, as a “peculiar people. (1 Peter 2:9).

 If you are a follower of Jesus, be ready to live as strangers and pilgrims, even among those you would consider to be among your own tribes and people groups. As culture shifts around us, we are awakening from a self-delusion that America is a Christian nation—in fact many now use the term “post-Christian” to describe our country. The nation and world you are entering as adults, college students, is radically different than the one of your parents and grandparents. In our nation, the Christian worldview may have been a dominant force both socially and politically during much of the 20th century. Not so in the 21st.

David Brooks, in “The Road to Character,” describes our culture as the “age of the selfie,” where we have instincts about right and wrong, but where self-interest is revered and celebrated. Brooks writes that the shift in culture has changed us, with more college students stating their goals as financial rather than seeking a philosophy of meaning and life. Of this shift, he writes, “The mental space that was once occupied by moral struggle has gradually become occupied by the struggle to achieve. Morality has been displaced by utility” (p. 159).

To be identified as a Christ follower in the current age is no longer a necessity for career or political advancement, no longer a requisite check-off for social standing. We are in the midst of what John Dickerson has described as “the great evangelical recession.” In his book by the same name, he challenges conventional thinking arguing that the evangelical church in the United States is not just receding but that it is not nearly as large as has been told or believed. And he adds that the fastest growing subcultures in the United States are militantly antagonistic against Christians who take seriously the Bible. In brief, we have never been as numerous as we have heard reported, and we are shrinking in numbers even now.

But this has not come about in just the last few years though. Francis Schaeffer argued of the changing culture shift years ago, writing: “The world spirit of our age rolls on and on claiming to be autonomous and crushing all that we cherish in its path. Sixty years ago could we have imagined that unborn children would be killed by the millions here in our own country? Or that we would have no freedom of speech when it comes to speaking of God and biblical truth in our public schools? Or that every form of sexual perversion would be promoted by the entertainment media? Or that marriage, raising children, and family life would be objects of attack?” (Schaeffer, The Great Evangelical Disaster, in Dickerson’s Great Evangelical Recession, p. 45). Schaeffer penned those words in 1984, over 30 years ago.

These are challenging days for the Church. There are difficult days ahead. Yet this is no time for hand-wringing or giving up. Russell Moore, in his excellent work, “Onward: Engaging the Culture without Losing the Gospel,” calls believers to live out our faith and beliefs with convictional kindness. He reminds us that we are not a “moral majority” in our country but that we should instead see ourselves as a “prophetic minority.”

Moore writes: “To say that we are a minority is not to talk, as pollsters or economists would, in terms of numbers. It is to speak in terms of a mind-set, how we view ourselves. The church of Jesus Christ is never a majority—in any fallen culture—even if we happen to outnumber everyone else around us. The Scripture speaks of a world system that is at odds with the kingdom, a world to which we are constantly tempted to pattern our own intellects and affections after, until we are interrupted by the ongoing transformation of the kingdom. The world system around us, the cultural matrix we inhabit, is alien to the kingdom of God—with different priorities, different strategies, and a different vision of the future. If we don’t see that we are walking a narrow and counterintuitive road, we will have nothing distinctive to say because we will have forgotten who we are.” (Pp.29-30).

College students, as believers in the midst of this new century and in these changing times, you would do well to be engaged with culture, even with politics. But never confuse your faith with your political activism. Moore reminds us that it would be a tragedy to get the right president, the right Congress, and the wrong Christ. He writes, “That’s a very bad trade-off. The gospel makes us strange but the gospel doesn’t make us actually crazy. In the New Testament, Jesus and his disciples were often thought to be mad. Of course they were. They were saying insane things: bloody crosses and empty tombs and Jew/Gentile unity” (p.31). Recognize too, that the world will think you mad. We are indeed walking a counterintuitive road and so we have much to say as long as we do not forget who we are in Christ.

Be ready my beloved students. Prepare for a culture and a world that will not take kindly to your strangeness, who may not embrace you as the pilgrims and sojourners you are as Christ-followers. Don’t be surprised when if they think we are mad. After all, we do believe in a virgin birth—a biological impossibility aside from a supernatural cause.

We do embrace strange notions and customs. We practice memorial meals where we eat bread and drink the fruit of the vine symbolizing the flesh and blood of Jesus. Will the world misunderstand and misrepresent our deeply held convictions that seem so counter to the culture around us? After all, we believe that Jesus is the Bridegroom and the Church is His bride and that all of history culminates in a wedding feast. Therefore, we view marriage not merely as the joining of two people for economic, social, and legal benefit, but as a sacred act or ordinance of worship meant for a husband and wife to live out monogamously for life as a testimony of our faith.

Strange? Yes. Let’s own up to it. We believe that we are saved through the death of Jesus on a cross, who died in our place and that He rose from the dead and ascended into heaven—scientifically impossible apart from divine intervention. And we dare have as our great hope that He is returning again at some point to ultimately set all things right, restore all things good, and make all things new.

Face it. Own it. We are countercultural. We are strangers and pilgrims. And we desperately need sons and daughters of Issachar who can understand the times and know how to lead us with convictional kindness. The Gospel has been described as offensive to the world. While we should live out our convictions, we do not need to add to the offense. But we must be prepared. Do not be surprised that the world will reject your countercultural beliefs.

Use your time here to be equipped to give an answer. Prepare here to be winsome in your witness, to show love even in disagreement and to practice patience with those misunderstand and even oppose you. Remember those who are in disagreement are not your enemies, but your mission field. And all your snarky comments and condemnations on twitter feeds and Facebook and Instagram aren’t helpful in leading others to a faith in Christ.

Moore challenges us that, “Many who are standing will fall away, unable to bear the scandal that comes with following Christ in a culture that sees such as superstition or hatred.” He argues that perhaps, “…America is not ‘post-Christian’ at all. It may be that America is instead pre-Christian, a land that though often Christ-haunted has never known the power of the gospel, yet” (p.218). These are the days in which we find ourselves. We may find ourselves tempted to believe we should have lived in another generation, another place, another time. We may find ourselves longing for a past that seems somehow less complicated, more serene. But because we believe in a sovereign God who governs the affairs of nations and all people, we know He has placed us where we are and precisely at this time in history.

 I am reminded of Paul when he was in Athens and began discussing with the philosophers there. As recorded in Acts we read of Paul saying, “From one man he made all the nations, that they should inhabit the whole earth; and he marked out their appointed times in history and the boundaries of their lands. God did this so that they would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though he is not far from any one of us.’” (Acts 17: 26-27). You and I have been divinely placed precisely where we are and for this point in history by God. We were marked out for this appointed time. We were marked out for this particular land. Why? So that we would seek him, reach out for him, find him. So that we would be His ambassadors at this precise moment in history.

 May God find us faithful as we discover our place of service in the cause of Christ, as we prepare for the tasks to God has called us, as we seek to be agents of transformation in our fields of work, in the disciplines to which God has called us. What we do here matters. What we learn here matters. Our time here on Bison Hill is of great consequence. Steward your time. Steward your learning. We are here to be equipped for such a time as this. May God grant us favor as we prepare for the future, as we live out our lives in the present, and as we honestly examine and learn from our histories and even our terribly flawed heroes.

 Atticus may have been an imperfect hero. So too, Jefferson and Washington, and hosts of others we may hold in high esteem. History has proven that the doctrine of depravity is at work in even the most well intentioned of us all. But may we learn from the weaknesses of our flawed heroes and forebears. May we keep what is true and best and leave that this is less than noble. Atticus isn’t who we thought he was. Neither is our nation or world. But as we recognize the new realities of our world may we respond with convictions in grace and with kindness.

As we chart a course for the days ahead, may we recognize our own flaws and propensities to veer off course. As sons and daughters of Issachar, may we prepare to be excellent in our disciplines and in our acts of service. May we be found faithful to the Word, faithful to Christ and pray for wisdom as we seek to understand our own times and know what to do. And may God and history forgive us where we miss the mark in our own quest to live out our lives and callings with convictions. Amen.

Saturday, July 4, 2015

Independence Day 2015

"We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." May we strive to live up to the high ideals espoused in our founding documents. Let's be honest. As a nation, we've not always done so. Our founders were imperfect. The writer and signers of our Declaration of Independence were flawed. Slavery attests to this. Even our Declaration refers to, "merciless Indian savages..." The European conquerors were flawed peoples from imperfect countries. The First Nations of North America were flawed peoples and at war with each other, conquering and being conquered for ages before those of the "Old World" discovered the supposedly "New World." First Nations, Pilgrims and immigrants and the new nation birthed in freedom in 1776 may have held lofty and noble ambitions, but they were far from perfect. Far from pure. Such is the case of fallen humanity. We are all sons and daughters of Adam. But the ideals. Freedom. Equality before God. Rights. Liberty. Those are worthy goals. I thank my Creator today for a nation that seeks those ideals. I do so with eyes open to her mistakes and ugly sins but with hope that with time and Divine intervention we will persevere as a nation of rights and liberty.

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Dear John

John Heath is a legend in college student ministry. He was named Director of the Southeastern Oklahoma State BSU (later BCM) in 1962 and served there through the better part of the 1990s. In "retirement," he began a new BCM work at a Vermont college.  Since then, he has served as "Interim" Pastor at Platter, Oklahoma for three plus years now in what has to be the longest interim ever. Even the church painted his name on their permanent sign.

He is hospitalized In the final stage of a rare cancer and additional heart issues  As I write this, he is facing death with grace and cheerfulness, comforting his family and visitors. Hooked to machines and monitors, confined to his room, he preaches while "in chains" to all who come to visit or perform their duties as hospital employees. His health is rapidly deteriorating.

Yesterday, I had the opportunity to say thank you and goodbye to him, knowing he would soon enter Glory. It was one of those singular moments of great privilege to hug and kiss and express my love and appreciation to him. Too often, we simply are not afforded such an opportunity.

Last night, a FaceBook page, "Thank You John Heath," was established to give friends and former students an opportunity to write a "Dear John," letter or note to thank him. His family has been sharing these notes of gratitude and testimonies with him. Within one day, about 700 people had signed on to the page. Talk about a far-reaching influence!

Following is my "Dear John," letter:

Dear John,

Though I wasn't a believer as a student, I went to the BSU to learn your name so I could report to my Grandpa who was a preacher that I'd gone. You made me feel welcome and I found myself wanting to go there regularly. Even though you knew I was engaged in stupid activities, you just accepted me where I was. You never freaked out or seemed surprised by us when we messed up. You took the long view. You focused more on our hearts than our behavior. You challenged me to grow, to do better, to mature. You became a role model. You became a trusted friend and confidante.

When faced with a dilemma or adversity, I'd walk down to the BSU and seek your advice. You were always patient. Always kind. Always available. Once, upon learning devastating family news early one morning, my first reaction was to go down to the BSU and see you. You invited me into it your office, saw that I was troubled and asked what was the matter. I spilled my news and began to sob. You got up, came around, pulled up a chair next to me, and put your arm around me. You didn't speak a word. You offered no platitudes. You didn't try to cheer me up. You simply sat with me.

And you wept.

We sat there together for some time just weeping. I learned in that moment to be real, to be vulnerable. I learned the power of a friend in times of trouble. I learned the ministry of presence.  That moment brought great comfort and taught me much about ministering to others at the point of their need. I learned that day to weep with those who weep.

When I joined the faculty at Southeastern, your friendship and encouragement continued. When I placed my faith in Christ, you were there along with Gerald Tidwell, Henry Gold and friends I'd made at the BSU, to disciple and teach me a more excellent way.

When I surrendered to bivocational ministry, you were there to teach and encourage and you were there at my ordination. I'm so very grateful for you. You always made me feel I was worth your time and effort.

I know now, that for all the years of my involvement with you and the BSU, first as a student then as a faculty sponsor and later as a bivocational pastor, I was learning how to love students and prepare them for their own life callings.

And so, my ministry and calling as an educator follows your philosophy. Like you, I choose to take the long view. Like you, I try to accept young men and women where they are, and most things that 18 to 22 year-olds do no longer freak me out or take me by surprise.  Like you, I choose to love them and focus less on their behavior and more on their hearts. Because as you so faithfully demonstrated, they are worth my time and effort.

Your example, your philosophy, your ministry continues through the lives of thousands upon thousands of your students. Even OBU is led by a significant number of people mentored by John Heath including administrators and vice presidents, faculty and deans. They call us alternately the Durant mafia and the magnolia mafia. That makes you the Godfather. I think that's fitting.

I am blessed as are these who have also written. I've said it before and say it again. You made a difference. What you did with your life mattered. Your life, your ministry, your calling and your work were consequential.

Thank you John. I love you.

David

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

A Brief Bit of Marriage Advice

Showed the following picture to a colleague today and I said, "That's the man Dana married about 30 years ago."

My colleague (stunned, mouth gaping) says, "Seriously?" (Long, awkward pause). "Who is he?"

*Sigh*

 Moral: Young people, marry for shared values and Christian commitment, compatibility, mutual love and respect. Because chances are, he ain't gonna hold up well in the looks department over the next 30 years!


Saturday, February 21, 2015

2014 Shawnee Chamber Remarks

Following are my remarks as outgoing chair of the Greater Shawnee Chamber of Commerce given February 19, 2015 at the annual banquet. 

In the years following the Civil War, the federal government removed and resettled several tribes to an area referred to as Indian Territory. Land was deeded to the Sac and Fox, then the Kickapoo, Shawnee and Pottawatomie tribes in the very area we now call home – Shawnee, Oklahoma.

Over the next decades, cowboys drove herds through the West Shawnee Trail and following the Land Run of 1891, Boomers staked out the territory that is now also part of Shawnee.
Then came the rapid growth of agribusiness including cotton gins, an overall factory, Round House, and a world-class flour mill, Shawnee Mills. The turn of the century brought the railways, the Atchison, Choctaw, Oklahoma and Gulf, the Topeka, Santa Fe, Missouri, and the Kansas and Texas railway.

City leaders joined hands, linked arms, and pulled together to advance Shawnee. Oklahoma Baptist University and St. Gregory’s University were opened in Shawnee in 1910 and 1915 respectively. Our citizens pulled together and after lengthy campaigns and multiple efforts succeeded in moving the county seat from its established home in Tecumseh, to Shawnee, Oklahoma. Airports and a strong manufacturing base, and more recently a rapid growth in retail developed followed.

Known throughout its history as the Central City of the State, as Forest City, as the Heart of Oklahoma, our city is a crown jewel and growing, largely due to our founders’ efforts and ability to cast a vision, to work together and cooperate for a greater purpose.

Our efforts as the Chamber this year have concentrated on a few key areas:

1. We continued our emphasis on advancing education. Led by Joe Ford, this is a multi-year effort that will continue in the coming years. 

2. We placed an emphasis on improving membership benefits and increasing membership. Led by our CEO, Nancy Keith, our 2014 membership drive was a major success and the chamber has added several new benefits to membership including new online training programs and new social media marketing benefits.

3. We worked on transitioning our Convention and Visitors Bureau to a self-standing entity – Visit Shawnee, Inc. patterned on the very successful Shawnee Economic Development Foundation. SEDF has proven to be an extremely successful model of cooperation between our City government and area business leaders. As our Mayor and City Manager, along with community and business leaders, have worked together this year, a renewed interest in tourism through Visit Shawnee is a testament to our shared commitment to advance tourism in Shawnee. I want to personally thank Wes Mainord for his hands-on involvement in designing the new VSI. VSI, as designed by its board chosen in consultation with the City, has great potential and Mayor Mainord worked in good faith to develop the proposal now before our City. And as long as no one steps in at this juncture and messes it up, the proposal now before the council is one that will demonstrate our ability as a city to cooperate for the common good. 

4. We worked hard this year on developing best practices as a chamber. The board adopted a number of new policies and guidelines this year to ensure accountability and professionalism in all that we do. 

5.  We concentrated on moving our city forward together.  We are determined as a Chamber to be a positive voice for business and community. I asked this last year for Nancy to concentrate this year on cooperation, communication, and celebration. We are bullish on our future as a city. And we have much to celebrate. 

Our city is advancing. Our future is bright. We stand on the shoulders of those who pushed past personal agendas in order to see our home become a shining City on a Hill. Our forebears worked together, from our original citizens, the Sac and Fox, Shawnee, Kickapoo and Pottawatomie tribes, to the cowboys who arrived on cattle drives, to the Oklahoma Boomers, to the railroad workers, farmers, and business leaders, they worked together. They shared a vision for a brighter tomorrow. 

May we learn a lesson from them and link arms, determined to move forward together, putting aside personal agendas, refusing to allow the naysayers and distractors  to divide us. Let’s determine to work together, Tribes, farmers, Boomers and business leaders. Because we still have much to accomplish as a city. We still have a legacy to leave to those who come after us. 

Thank you for the privilege of being a part of the Chamber leadership this year. 

Friday, January 30, 2015

Where I am Going

Two groups of people. Two groups mystified by the statements of the One who spoke with authority. Two very different promises. And all about His comment, "Where I am going..."

To the priests and Pharisees and Temple police, Jesus said, “I am only with you for a short time. Then I’m going to the One who sent Me. You will look for Me, but you will not find Me; and where I am, you cannot come.” Then the Jews said to one another, “Where does He intend to go so we won’t find Him? He doesn’t intend to go to the Dispersion among the Greeks and teach the Greeks, does He? What is this remark He made: ‘You will look for Me, and you will not find Me; and where I am, you cannot come’?” Jhn. 7.33-36 HCSB

To His followers, Jesus encouraged, “Your heart must not be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in Me. In My Father’s house are many dwelling places; if not, I would have told you. I am going away to prepare a place for you. If I go away and prepare a place for you, I will come back and receive you to Myself, so that where I am you may be also. You know the way to where I am going.” “Lord,” Thomas said, “we don’t know where You’re going. How can we know the way? ” Jesus told him, “I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through Me." Jhn. 14.1-6 HCSB

One group denied who He was, from Whom and where He came, and didn't understand where He was going. 

The other knew Who He was, from Whom He had been sent and from where He came. But even they did not initially understand what He meant when He told them where He was going. 

Yet what a contrast in His responses. To the first He said that where He was going, they wouldn't know nor even be able to find Him. And worse, where He was going, they could not come. 

But to His followers He assured that they knew the way to where He was going. In fact, He promised He would return to take them where He was and that they would be with Him. "Where I am going, you will be with Me. I am the Way."

If you know Him, be encouraged. You not only know where He was going, but where you are going as well. Regardless of the hardships and problems in this temporal state, you can echo the words of the gospel recording, "Where I am Going" by Glen Campbell, written by Jimmy Webb:

Feel like I'm coming out of the storm
Watching dark clouds drift away
Saying goodbye to all the pain I used to know
It's time to let it go. 

Just can't seem to make myself conform
To what the world wants me to be
But the difference doesn't hurt me anymore
I know they'll welcome me. 

Where I am going there will be no compromise
No tears will come to cloud my eyes
Where I am going. 

And all the precious world I've had to sacrifice
Will be given to me twice
Because He paid the price
And it's worth it all just knowing
Where I am going. 

Do you want to go riding with me
To a place that lasts forevermore
Please don't think that you are one among the few
I'm different just like you. 

Where I am going there will be no alibis
No might-have-beens or sacrifice
Where I am going. 

And all the questions still unanswered in my mind
Lord, I'll leave them all behind. 
I'll only find the answers
I'll only keep on going 
Where I'm going. 






Saturday, January 17, 2015

28 Years

Twenty-eight years ago Dana and I bought rings, got a marriage license, bought her a dress, and eloped. We then called our parents from San Antonio to share the news.

Other phone calls followed over the years including notifying family of the birth of four sons.

Now we receive the calls: three of our four calling to tell us of marriages (two eloped), calls about grandchildren (three so far...) and calls of grief and celebrations.

What a great life partner God blessed me with in Dana Leigh Searles.