Teamwork Makes The Dream Work
I’m an institutionalist. I believe we’re stronger as a team - that’s dedicated to the mission - than we are siloed off.
Yes, teamwork often means you move at the pace of the slowest moving part. I’m not a fan of moving unnecessarily slow. I love being productive and getting things done. The saying, “why put off to tomorrow what you can do today” may be a head scratcher to those prone to procrastination, but is how my brain works without much convincing.
All that aside, I’m an institutionalist.
Have you heard a choir or a symphony? Hop in a time machine to an era before electricity, amplifiers, radio, and disembodied-music-on-demand. What would have been noticeably more moving, an orchestra or a single musician?
In June 2021, our denomination had its General Council meeting in Nashville. C&MA workers and families met together to worship Jesus, committees met to prepare recommendations, and delegates met as a large group to conduct some business. Business sessions are my favorite part of General Council.
Last year, there were several proposed edits to our Statement of Faith on the agenda. Discussing phrasing in a large group isn’t glamorous work, but it is important.
At one point, a brother had the brilliant idea to make a motion to limit microphone time to 3 minutes from the standard 10. Bless him. The motion was seconded (we abide by Robert’s Rules of Order), discussed, voted on, and passed. Many of us were mentally high fiving each other that we could more efficiently vote on the proposed changes, pass or fail, and get our business done.
In our fancy schmancy smart phone General Council application, someone posted,
"They should have limited comment time per person to 3 minutes a lot earlier."
The next comment was perfect, written by someone who understands our institution and our rules of business. He replied,
"There is no 'they' - that is our choice as the body. We should start it with such a motion next time.”
The original poster replied back,
"You are correct. There is no 'they.'"
That, dear reader, is why I love institutions. Someone noted a problem, someone else said “we are capable of solving the problem,” and the original someone took the correction.
I love being part of something bigger than myself.
When you’re part of a Bible-believing church, you’re part of something bigger. When you’re a part of a movement for God, you’re part of a wildfire (one that doesn’t cause chaos but offers healing and hope in truth and love.) When you’re part of a Christ-exalting denomination, yes denominational life has its ups and downs, but man oh man, you’re one small part of something awe-inspiring.
We’re currently going through a ‘40 Days of Prayer: Reawakening to Christ’ series at our church. Last week’s topic was ‘Reawakening to the Church of Christ.’ The church is Christ’s body, many parts, united in Him (Eph 4:15-16.) The church is His bride, purchased by His blood (Rev 19:1.) We honor our undershepherds (Heb 13:17.) We serve Him who is the Shepherd. We take communion as a sacrament in our corporate gatherings and when we do, we remember both our Lord and a heritage shared with believers across time, death, and space (1 Cor 11:26.)
And, on this side of eternity, the church is an institution. The church may be a stained beauty, but she is still my mother.
I know you’re dying to know, did we get all of our business done in Nashville? No. Many of us left frustrated. But the work will be there, if the Lord tarries, in 2023 in Spokane for us to pick back up. Lessons were learned, character was built, and we worked together.
Teamwork, to the glory of God alone.
Oh, and here’s a beautiful video of a choir singing the Lord’s Prayer in Swahili. David French included it in yesterday’s French Press, his newsletter from The Dispatch, and I thought I’d pass it on. Enjoy.
We sat on cold metal chairs in a white room, leaning against a cold metal examining table...waiting. Our beautiful dog Sabrina had been hurried to the back of the emergency clinic without us. She was in danger and distress.
It’s been a minute.
I love that phrase. I probably overuse it. And my repetitious use of it probably annoys those in my listening (or instant messaging) range.
Why did the tomato blush? He saw the salad dressing! Thank you for laughing. I appreciate it.
When you gotta go, you gotta go.
Our friends returned to the mission field last week. They had to go.
Lakes are pretty cool places. One might say that they're refreshing.
Months ago, we taught Silas how to count to twenty. Recently, he has been skipping six. Poor six.
I’m a huge fan of Os Guinness (and his ministry The Trinity Forum.) If you haven’t heard of him, go look him up on your favorite podcast app or on YouTube because he is a gazillion times more articulate than I am.
In the past ten months, I have had to hold fast to Hebrews 13:1-2a, “Let brotherly love continue. Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers.”
Hospitality to strangers is easy to neglect.
What do you think of when you hear, “when strivings cease?”
“When the burden is too much for you to bear, you do not need stronger shoulders, you need weaker knees.”
Dr. Mitch Kim
What do you do when life is rough? If you’re a follower of Christ, what do you do when your pursuit of Christian maturity keeps calling you onward and upward, to terrain that is steeper and more challenging?
What do you do when life is rough? If you’re a follower of Christ, what do you do when your pursuit of Christian maturity keeps calling you onward and upward, to terrain that is steeper and more challenging?
Our cool-factor here at SBCA has been notched up tenfold the past month. Why you may ask? Great question!
Yesterday was Palm Sunday. We had a lovely time at church.
And while no Dickensian Ghost-of-Palm-Sunday-Past visited me, I found myself reminiscing. Holidays and rituals are meant for such a thing, I suppose.
We attended a Christmas party last December and within two minutes of our arrival, Silas (age 2) showed me a toy he had just found. We were outside, in the dark, and on time (meaning not many people were there yet.) Looking around, I asked him, “where did you find this tractor?”
I nerded out this weekend at a ‘Faith and Science’ conference held here in San Diego. Praise the Lord for paid time off and for a grandma who is willing to watch the kid.
In the summer of 2007, in the sticks of San Diego county, Jeff and I met at Indian Hills Camp.
Oh Indian Hills Camp. So dusty. So Wild West-y. So can’t-ever-forget-that-camp-song-y.
No, this isn’t about Eutychus (Acts 20:9.) This is about the first Sunday of March in 2019 when someone suddenly died at the church we were serving at.
It’s early March and the evenings are still too chilly for me, even in San Diego. Since I’ve committed to staying inside in the evening until the weather warms up, it seems like a good time to start spring cleaning.
I am a terrible movie watcher. I don’t cope well with plot holes. Everyone else will talk about the scenes they loved, the parts that captured their imaginations. I, however, will talk about plot holes and major oversights.
During a short vacation to the mountains last summer, I had the time to read a few books
A few Sundays ago, we were singing ‘Be Still My Soul’ at church and my not-so-still two-year-old ran up on stage. Uggh.
Which of the four did I pay attention to (or do I plan to pay attention to) this weekend: the Super Bowl, Valentine’s Day, my mom’s birthday, or an anniversary?
This Wednesday is the first anniversary of Cat Lawyer! I love Cat Lawyer so much that I felt it appropriate to give him an homage via blog.
I’m an institutionalist. I believe we’re stronger as a team - that’s dedicated to the mission - than we are siloed off.
Two years ago while preparing material for our homegroup leaders, I came across a word study that shifted my thinking, or at least readjusted my focus: “Created for good works…so that we would walk in them”, (Eph.2:10). The word “walk” in the Greek does not imply the simple straight line from point A to point B, but has a more spherical quality.
I live in suburban America. Here in suburbia, we have companies that come to our houses on a weekly basis and take our trash away. It’s wonderful. Until the week before Christmas, when the magic stopped. The garbage workers went on strike. Womp womp.
Last night, we ditched our Sunday night prayer meeting, packed up Silas, and drove 98 miles to see a commissioning service at Celebration Church. One of their pastors and his wife will be returning to Cambodia to share the good news of Jesus with the people of Cambodia who have not yet heard His name.
Why start a blog? Here is a list of questions that I asked myself before starting this.
Kylene Lopo is a pastor’s wife, a BI Reports Developer, and is the mother of Silas (age 4) and Hosanna (age 0.) She has a masters in Biblical Literature from Alliance Theological Seminary and is an official worker with the C&MA in the South Pacific District.