Unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who [attempt] to build it.
âPsalm 127:1
one weekend, a cold front moved through Central Arkansas, producing ice on the roads and forcing the leadership at Mosaic to decide whether or not we should cancel our service on Sunday morning. Unlike many cities in other parts of the country, Little Rock is not equipped to deal with such inclement weather; in fact, the entire city shuts down at the slightest hint of snow or ice. So on this day, we were faced with a decision. And I know what some of you might be thinking, because we thought it, too: No service, no offering!
You know, itâs amazing how reluctant we were to make the decision or, more accurately, how a concern for church finances so competed with what we knew in our minds we should do. Still, we tried in vain to overcome our objections: Weâve got spirit, yes we do; weâve got spirit, how âbout you! But in the end (in all sincerity), it was our commitment to embrace dependence that led us once again, to trust in the Lord and obey. That Sunday, we cancelled the service.
Now in those days, our average Sunday offering was about $8,000 a week. And as is true to this day, individuals contributing financially on Sunday mornings do so by placing their gifts in an offering box stationed near the front of our facility. However, on occasion, someone will leave a gift after the offering has already been counted and after most have left the building. With this in mind, our bookkeeper, Caron Higgins, sometimes checks the box at the start of her week.
Sure enough, when Caron came to work on the Tuesday following Sundayâs cancelled service, she found a single check in the box made out to Mosaic in the amount of $6,000. This unusually large gift had somehow been placed in the box between Sunday and Tuesday, over a period of time in which the city was, for the most part, shut down. We truly had no idea how it had gotten there.
But thereâs more.
Later that same morning, Caron opened the mail to discover additional checks had been sent to us over the weekend, totaling some $4,000. So in the week following the cancelled service, we actually received over $10,000 in financial giftsâsome $2,000 more than we would have otherwise expected to receive through the offering on a Sunday morning. At that point my partner, Harry Li, and I wondered if we should strategically cancel the service more often in the future!
In sharing such things, I am aware that others, too, from time to time, encounter the supernatural provision of the Holy Spirit in their own lives, as well as in the churches or ministries they lead. However, the point I am making is that a healthy multi-ethnic church can be established only where functioning faith is the modus operandi. Given the profound uniqueness of such a church, the inherent challenges related to diversity and, quite often, limited economic resources, there is simply no other means by which it can be built. Therefore, like George MĂźeller, the nineteenth-century pastor in England, who famously trusted God for the needs of orphans in his care, or the legendary Christ-centered musician Keith Green, who was known to distribute his recordings for whatever people could afford, those who would pursue the multi-ethnic church must actively embrace dependence if they expect to see their dreams become reality. Indeed, MĂźeller said it well:
Godâs plan is that there shall be none of self and all of Christ. The very people who are doing the most for God in saving souls, in mission work, in the care of orphans, are those who are working on short supplies of strength, of money, of talents, of advantages and are kept in a position of living by faith and taking from God, day by day, both physical and spiritual supplies. This is the way God succeeds and gains conquest over His own people, and over the unbelief of those who look on His providences.
I Canât Wait to See This!
The first time I proactively embraced dependence was in the summer of 1981. Prior to my junior year in college, I was playing baseball for Athletes in Action (AIA), an organization committed to sharing Godâs love with people through the platform of athletics. One night during a game in Indio, a city of 75,000 nestled in southern Californiaâs Coachella Valley just east of Palm Springs, I was hit by a pitch and consequently unable to throw for a week. The time off allowed me to return home to Scottsdale, Arizona, for some much-needed rest and recovery.
One week later and with my hand healed, I flew back to LAX on a Saturday night. That night, I was expecting to be picked up by one of our coaches and driven to rejoin the team. But as I departed the airplane, a stewardess called my name over the intercom to inform me that my ride would not be coming. Rather, she said, my coach had called to leave word that I should catch a flight to Ontario, California. Once there, he would come and pick me up.
Somewhat confused, I asked, âDid he pay for the ticket?â The stewardess didnât know and so she instructed me to check with an agent inside the terminal. When I did, I found out that my coach had not.
Now remember, it was 1981 and as a nineteen-year-old college student, my options were limited. I considered taking the bus, renting a car, and even hitchhiking to Ontario; yet having only a few dollars in my pocket and without a credit card, I had no other means at the time for making such a purchase. I remember dropping my bags in the middle of the terminal at which my flight from Arizona had arrived, and standing still for a moment as a sea of people swarmed around me. With no way to get where I needed to go and not knowing what else to do, I then said to God, âI canât wait to see how you pull this off!â
Having shared my prayerful frustration though somehow optimistic, I then did the only thing I could think of to do. I walked outside and headed toward another terminal at LAX where flights were scheduled for departure to Ontario. Perhaps, I reasoned, my coach had purchased a ticket on one of the competing carriers. But about half-way to my destination, I unexplainably looked back over my right shoulder. Somehow my eye had caught a man sitting alone on a bench, reading a Bible that lay open on his lap. And I immediately turned toward him like one desperate for water!
âExcuse me, sir,â I said. âAre you a Christian?â
âYes, I am,â he answered back; sensing my predicament, he asked, âWhat seems to be the problem?â
With nowhere seemingly to go, I sat down and told him my story and for the next two hours, we talked. I learned, among other things, that he was a âJewish Christianâ and that he had arrived in Los Angeles from Miami two hours earlier than expected. But what was even more amazing to me was how quickly he responded to my need. âListen, I donât have any cash,â he said, âbut I do have a credit card. And when my ride comes, Iâll be glad to take you to the next terminal and buy your ticket to Ontario.â
In many ways, I could not believe this was happening! For instance, in no way did I even hint he should do such a generous thing. At the same time, however, I had almost expected something like this to occur. Yes, as a young man less than a year old in my faith, I just assumed this was the way it works: God takes care of his own!
Indeed, that summer I was living the life of faith for the very first time. I had raised my own financial support to be a part of AIA and was actively sharing the love of God with others. Still, I could not help but ponder the odds of such an occurrence, namely, that a total stranger would so treat me like friend. In the end, this experience showed me what Christ intends for us all to understand:
If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowersâmost of which are never even seen, donât you think heâll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What Iâm trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to Godâs giving. People who donât know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Donât worry about missing out. Youâll find all your everyday human concerns will be met. (Matthew 6:30â33; The Message)
You know, I have never forgotten the lesson I learned that evening at LAX, a lesson of faith beyond reason that is, likewise, required of all those who would pursue the multi-ethnic church. For more than anything else Iâve ever done or attempted in twenty-three years of full-time ministry, the multi-ethnic church requires me to embrace dependence with a knowledge that apart from Godâs direct involvement, it cannot otherwise be established. Yes in these days, the same genuine, almost naĂŻve expectation that says to God, âI canât wait to see how you pull this off,â daily informs my prayers, demands my patience, and inspires my persistence.
There Is No Business Plan
Once, when Jesus was approached by a man asking that his son be delivered from a demon-based illness, the man said, âI brought [my son] to your disciples, [but] they could not cure him.â In reply, Jesus bemoans âthis unbelieving and perverted generation.â Seeing Jesus rebuke the demon and cure the boy, Jesusâ disciples later came to him privately and asked, âWhy could we not drive it out?â Jesus then said to them, âBecause of the littleness of your faith . . . [for] this kind does not go out except by prayer and fastingâ (Matthew 17:14â21).
Likewise, the multi-ethnic church is a different âkindâ of church. Only men and women of great faithâindividuals who fully abandon themselves to the will of Godâcan build it by trusting God from day to day. In other words, human effort is not enough. Indeed, any independent attempt of men to build a multi-ethnic church is bound to fail, no matter how much money, expertise, or influence they have. There are no simple solutions, then, no shortcuts or strategies for success that can otherwise accomplish what only God can do in this regard. The multi-ethnic church is a work of the Holy Spirit and of faith that cannot otherwise be attained through human means or methods.
Such thinking, however, flies in the face of all that we, as Americans, have been raised to believe. L. Robert Kohls, a man widely recognized as one of Americaâs leading pioneers in the study of crossing cultures, has identified thirteen values deeply ingrained in the American psyche and descriptive of most (but not all) Americans. Kohlsâs list includes the following seven values:
1. Personal control over the environment
2. Time and its control
3. Individualism and privacy
4. Self-help control
5. Competition and free enterprise
6. Action and work orientation
7. Practicality and efficiency
It should come as no surprise to see such things in print. In short, Americans are fiercely independent. We value (and even reward) selfsufficiency at every level and seek in most instances to control our own lives and destiny. Yet this is not how God would have us live. In fact, such a mind-set is contradictory to Christ-centered spiritual life. Rather, we are taught throughout the Bible to recognize, There is a God and I am not him. Indeed, we are admonished repeatedly in the pages of Scripture to trust God, to wait upon him, and to seek him in recognition that he alone is both sovereign and sufficient. According to Godâs Word, then, we are absolutely not in control of our lives or destiny, no matter how detached we are from this reality at any given moment.
With this in mind, the way of dependence cannot only be for us a transcendent reality; it must also be an imminent mind-setâa governing philosophy, a practical way of living and of doing church. Contrary to what we have been taught as Americans, Christâs followers must embrace dependence for ourselves personally and in the local churches we attempt to lead.
Along this line, Iâll never forget meeting with one man as I considered the potential of planting Mosaic. He said, âSounds interesting, Mark; I canât wait to see your business plan.â In response however, all I could say was, âBroâ, you donât get it . . . there is no business plan!â Sadly, I believe and for too long now, such plans have governed the business of âdoing church,â particularly in the United States. But when did we a...