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A ship is safe in harbor, but that's not what ships are for. WILLIAM SHEDD
A dead thing can go with the stream, but only a living thing can go against it. G. K. CHESTERTON
I was three weeks out of seminary and working as a youth pastor in Virginia when I first went to New York City, leading a mission trip to hand out gospel tracts in Brighton Beach, near Coney Island in Brooklyn. We were an idealistic group, convinced that our finely crafted leaflets had the potential to reach hundreds, if not thousands, of hard-hearted New Yorkers for Christ. We had ten thousand tracts, so our goals for transforming lives and changing hearts wouldn't exactly measure up to Billy Graham's famous sixteen-week revival in 1957, when millions heard the gospel at Madison Square Garden, Yankee Stadium, and Times Square. Still, we figured that a few thousand conversions would suffice.
Within hours, my high-flying dream of evangelistic stardom had begun to stall as, one after another, the disinterested denizens of Brighton Beach accepted one of our tracts, gave it a quick glance, and dropped it without even breaking stride. The discarded leaflets began to pile up in the trash cans and blow like forsaken tumbleweeds on the streets of this bustling city. Rather than capturing a city for Christ, we were creating more work for the New York City sanitation workers. By the end of the day, my evangelistic fervor was in a steep death spiral.
Welcome to earth, Shayne. I hope you enjoyed your flight.
By the third day, embarrassment had given way to a growing cynicism. We decided to move our team out to the famous boardwalk, where folks would presumably be more jovial, friendly, and open to our efforts.
This was not a good move.
The unrepentant littering continued. One young member of our team approached two men who may have been members of the Russian mafia. After treating him to a litany of profanity and threats, one of the men pulled back his jacket to reveal a holstered handgun, not so politely inviting our teenager to walk away and not return.
Things were not going as planned.
Disillusioned, I stopped near a bench overlooking the ocean, where an elderly gentleman in a well-worn fedora sat watching the waves, a wooden cane hooked on the backrest. Judging him unlikely to be hiding a gun under his faded green summer jacket, I sat down to lick my wounds.
A saline breeze had begun to move onshore. "Rain is coming," he said in heavily accented English.
"Uh-huh," I replied.
"What brings you to boardwalk?"
"These stupid tracts."
"What are they about?"
"Jesus," I muttered.
"You think Jesus is stupid?"
"We've handed out thousands of these, and most have ended up on the ground. It feels no different than if they were restaurant coupons or flyers for one of the strip clubs."
"Yes. Everybody is selling something," the man agreed. "But if your Jesus is so important to you Christians, why do you make us read? You say he lives in you—so why you don't show him to us?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"You give me piece of paper that says your belief about Jesus, but you don't know me. Why don't you want to know me? A paper is just paper. Your paper is no different than other piece of paper, so why should I read a paper from a stranger? If you are Christian and Jesus is in you like you say, do not bother me with paper. Do not be stranger."
"Okay," I replied, uncertain of what to say next.
"Hello. I am Ilya," he said, holding out his hand. "From Russia."
I had a feeling he was going to teach me a thing or two about Jesus, and I wasn't sure I was going to like it. Control is not something I surrender easily.
"I'm Shayne, from ... well, I guess I am from Virginia now."
Having emigrated from Russia many decades before, Ilya had raised his family in the eclectic, crowded neighborhood of Brighton Beach. We talked for more than two hours—about family and grandkids, retirement, health, neighbors, and our wives. We talked about Jesus, too. Ilya was Jewish and had heard a lot about Jesus over the course of more years than I had been alive. He had lots of questions, some of which I could answer. Many I could not, despite my advanced theological degree.
I had never had such a muddled, or meaningful, discussion about Jesus. My seminary answers often sounded platitudinous and even hollow. Yet as Ilya and I talked, Jesus was there, sitting with us in the pregnant pauses and cul-de-sacs that littered our conversation. He had never been more present and alive to me, and I found myself wishing I knew him better.
"Rain is here," Ilya said as he raised his eyes to the gathered clouds. "I must go. We both have much to think about. Getting to know you made your Jesus more real to me, and I thank you. Good-bye, friend." He tipped his fedora and was gone.
Who knows what ever became of that conversation in Ilya's life, but I knew something had changed in me.
I had traveled all the way from Virginia to Brighton Beach, ostensibly to introduce people to Jesus—to change their lives by means of a carefully worded and expertly designed pamphlet—but it seemed that I was the one who needed the introduction, or at least a reunion.
I first met Jesus when I was in college, through a group of people who loved and cared for one another in a way I didn't know was possible. Jocks and jesters, nerds and rebels, I found them to be a weird Breakfast Club community of true friendship and affection, held together by their common identity as Christians. It was weird. They were weird. But I was intrigued.
They called themselves the Fellowship of Christian Athletes, and they met on Thursday evenings in the basement of one of the dorms. The friend who invited me said that only a few were actually athletes, and you didn't even have to be a Christian to come. Nevertheless, I quickly realized that Jesus was real to this diverse gathering of college students—not in a creepy, cultish, one-dimensional way, but something deeper, like it made them better people, more peaceful and kind and full of joy. The life of Jesus just seemed to be in them, and I gradually absorbed that life into my own.
At the time, I couldn't have given an account for the theological basis of sin, repentance, or substitutionary atonement. I would have stuttered cross-eyed if you had asked me about the factual truth of the Resurrection or the reality of the Trinity, but I knew Jesus and I knew he had changed me. I knew that God had spoken his benediction of grace over me—that he had welcomed me into his family, warts and all, and called me his own. I knew that, through Jesus, God hadn't just forgiven me, he also loved me like his own child. This was easy for me to accept because my father had always loved and accepted me, even though I wasn't perfect and often needed correction. I knew that nothing could cause my dad to stop loving me, and now I knew I had the same kind of love from God. It was real. Palpable. I could feel it in my bones.
Yet here I was, eight years later, on the streets of Brooklyn, relying more on propositions and formulas, slogans, and thinly veiled intimidation—"God will get you in the end if you don't straighten up and get right with Jesus"—to try to get people's attention. Jesus had become more of a ticket out of hell than an invitation into a rich and loving life with God. What happened to the life and the joy, the simplicity of knowing that Christ was living in me? I had fancied myself as brave and bold to venture into big, bad Brooklyn, armed with theologically sound literature. But that wasn't courage; it was cowardice. I was hiding behind my pamphlets and the impersonal anonymity of the big city, afraid to let the Jesus within me breathe and be seen, simple and unadorned.
As I hoisted my backpack onto my shoulders, the tracts that now weighed me down seemed unloving and cruel. As awkward and unprepared as I had felt while talking to Ilya, I realized that our conversation had at least been real. And I hadn't even shown him one of my flyers. With a newfound determination, I resolved that never again would I hide behind my fear of not having all the answers or pretend to know more than I do. That day at the boardwalk was my first step away from cowardice and my first step toward a journey that would lead me into a vast and unpredictable briarpatch of questions, doubts, and fears, of untidy relationships and heartbreaking stories.
If we're honest, we want things to be easy in our relationship with God, and especially in our relationships at church. But it just doesn't work that way. Church, for many of us, is a place where real problems and struggles are covered in a veneer of genteel seersucker or khaki. Polite, superficial smiles mask the silent screams of struggle and pain because Sunday morning is just not the time or place to deal with the carnage of life—especially a life that has gone badly off the rails. But if the truth be told, the stories of the Bible can feel as lifeless and two-dimensional as a flannel storyboard, irrelevant to what we are experiencing in our fractured families, broken bodies, or emaciated souls. Nobody questions the blatant contradiction between our Sunday school façades and the inner turmoil of our fears and doubts. We would rather streak naked down the center aisle than ever confess that we sometimes question whether God is even real. Sound familiar? Welcome to the briarpatch. You are not weird. And life with Jesus will not make all your problems vanish.
The unfortunate reality is that we often feel more comfortable—more alive—at the local pub than at a church potluck, and it sometimes seems far more likely that we will run into Jesus downtown than at church. The image of Jesus being confined to an hour on Sunday morning or in a room politely fitted with matching pews (or padded chairs) and carpet, under outdated brass chandeliers and anchored with a pipe organ (or a stage for the band) just doesn't seem to match how the Son of God is portrayed in the Bible. Sure, he was a regular attender at synagogue, but he did some of his best work in the public places—at parties, with his friends, in the public square, among whores and crooks. And he probably didn't bathe very often. His life on earth was messy, and it ended brutally, on the cross, with a prickly crown of thorns pressed into his brow. Maybe he was trying to tell us something there. Perhaps that life is going to be unavoidably prickly and painful?
The gospel tracts were just one of the ways I had avoided wading into the thicket. I was certain there were others. Almost imperceptibly, my heart had been locked securely behind the gates of systematic theology and pat Sunday school answers, far from the real-time doubt and disillusionment of the people around me—far from the place where Jesus delights to meet us. In playing it safe, I had almost missed getting to know Jesus.
I realized that Jesus is in the midst of that jumbled thicket—the briarpatch—waiting for me to venture in. He's waiting for you, too. And if we follow him, we will find him. If we have the courage to enter the briarpatch, we will discover that Jesus is real and that his life, death, and resurrection matter—not just in the afterlife, but now. Here. In this place that he created, loves, and is renewing. We will discover that our lives matter—to the homeless man on the corner begging for a quarter, the bald lady at church going through chemo for the second time, or the gay man who loves Jesus but has been rejected by Christians so many times that he has finally given up trying. This is life in the briarpatch.
To be sure, the briarpatch is not for the faint of heart. There are risks involved. We will be shunned, even criticized, by the keepers of the Christian status quo. They will not appreciate the questions we ask, much less the answers (or lack of answers) we offer.
IS THE BRIARPATCH CALLING YOU?
Is the briarpatch where Jesus makes his home for you? If you are a Christian, the answer is yes. Your calling as a follower of Jesus is to do just that ... follow! Jesus can, of course, be found in the sanctuary, but his presence is not limited to a scheduled hour between breakfast and lunch on Sunday morning. He sends us—tells us to "go into the world" in his name—and promises to be with us to the very end. Furthermore, he is revealed in the pages of the Bible and meets us in prayer. Reading the Scriptures and praying regularly are essential for all followers of Christ, and a journey into the briarpatch assumes that worship and study and prayer are vital and vibrant parts of your life. If not, believe me, walking with Jesus among the thorns and thistles will renew a desire and need for these things! But the point is, your spiritual life will be anemic without both. We meet Jesus in corporate worship and personal prayer, but we follow him into the briarpatch every day to bring love and healing to our world.
But what if you are not a Christian, or have long ago decided that Christianity is just not for you? Perhaps you have had your fill of boring, perfunctory songs and prayers. You just cannot stomach the churches full of some of the most self-centered, hypocritical bipeds who have ever lumbered across the earth. If this is what it means to be a Christian, you'll pass.
If that is you, there is hope. Real hope. Don't give up. All I ask is that you join me in the briarpatch and just see if you don't find the Jesus of the Bible—the real one, who loved prostitutes, hypocrites, and thieves. The one who hung out with the poor, the marginalized, and the disenfranchised. The one who railed against corruption, greed, suffering, and injustice. The one who invited everyone to come and find hope, meaning, and the life of God in him—without becoming myopic, self-righteous, religious fanatics.
This is the Jesus who made this world and called it "good." But what he made has fallen into disrepair and is often overrun with the brambles of suffering, sin, alienation, and shallow religiosity. The list could go on and on. But if Jesus is really the Redeemer he claims to be, he is not done with you and me, and he is not done with the world—as broken as it may be. He has come to rescue and restore, to bring healing and hope. He has come to put the world to rights, to clear away the brush and the brambles and restore things to how they were always supposed to be. Not only is he doing this, he invites us to join him.
It just seems too difficult and way too scary at times. So we settle for memory verses, "quiet times," potlucks, and sermons no longer than thirty minutes. I guess it's just easier that way. But what if we had the courage to follow Jesus into the thicket of his healing grace?
WELCOME TO THE BRIARPATCH
Sarah was new to Atlanta and had recently endured a hard breakup with her boyfriend. She had no friends in the city, was under tremendous stress in her new job, and quickly spiraled into a severe depression. Having grown up in church, Sarah could not remember a time when Jesus wasn't real to her—near and intimate. But now he seemed to have been swept away in the vortex of sadness that sucked all the joy out of her life.
She was in trouble, but admitting to such a desperate depression was terrifying. Christians are supposed to be happy, right? They are supposed to have faith and joy and hope. But all the memory verses now failed her and she couldn't muster the strength to pray.
She approached me one Sunday and simply said, "I think I need to talk to someone."
When Sarah told me her story, it was clear we were going into the briarpatch of her spiritual and emotional suffocation—a place of darkness where the birds no longer sing, the sun no longer shines, and God no longer cares. If you have ever loved someone who was enduring a season of depression—or been there yourself—you understand that it is more than just having "the blues." It is the "Dementor's Kiss" that can "drain peace, hope, and happiness out of the air" around you. The nearer we draw to someone whose soul is struggling to breathe, the thinner the air becomes for us as well. But draw near we must.
After listening patiently to Sarah, I said, "I know it feels as if someone has put a blanket over your soul and God has turned his back on you. I've had times like that myself. But," I assured her, "God has not gone anywhere. He is with you. You will get through this, but you might need others to believe for you when you don't have the strength on your own."
Excerpted from THE BRIARPATCH GOSPEL by SHAYNE WHEELER Copyright © 2013 by Shayne Wheeler. Excerpted by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Posted August 13, 2013
Wheeler puts forth the idea of meeting people in the briarpatch - where ever they are in their lives and showing them God's love instead of telling them about God. It gave me something to think about, which is great when a book makes me think. I enjoyed all of the examples Wheeler shared in his own life of people that he encountered and how he was a witness by the love he showed them, rather than telling them about God's love. Some of the stories were humorous, and others were quite sad. It made me think about how even when I don't say anything, I am sharing a testimony. I can't say I agree with everything Wheeler put forth in his book, or his interpretation of Scripture. However, his book did make me think, and I think I will be a little more assertive in meeting people where they are at.
I wouldn't recommend this book for everyone. If you are firmly rooted in your faith and are looking for a book to make you think about things in a different way, you might enjoy this book. I enjoyed it, but it wasn't my favorite.
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Posted February 10, 2013
"The Briarpatch Gospel" by Shayne Wheeler is a book that challenges you to go where you normally wouldn't in order to experience God's grace, healing and love. Most of us understand that life isn't always sunshine and roses, and that sometimes following God's plan for us means experiencing pain, disappointment, and failure. What I took away from Shayne Wheeler's book was that it is these experiences that allows God to really show us what we are made of, and that we need Him. Wheeler covers topics such as doubt, courage, faith, and truth through this book, revealing through personal experiences God's plans still exist even through our own suffering and disappointments.
What I liked about this book was that it was written on a topic that we can all relate to. We all know suffering and disappointment and have experienced it on some level at one point or another, whether it be financial, spiritual, professional, or in our home lives. I thought that the premise of the book was well constructed, and well thought out. I would have liked to see more Biblical tie ins to support the book, though, honestly. I also thought that at times the thoughts in the book were detached from one another.. From chapter to chapter at times, it doesn't feel like the book is connecting.
Overall, a good book with a good premise. I would give this one a 3/5.
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Posted August 29, 2013
The Briarpatch Gospel, by Shayne Wheeler, will make you look at mission work in a whole new way. I love the metaphorical view displaying the calling of us to share the Good News. Sometimes taking the short-cut leads into prickly situations, but that’s where the true joy can be found…
The concept of this book is profound and life changing, and the examples and guidance this book provides is compelling and inspirational. It makes me want to get off my duff and get to work. I especially enjoyed the first person narration that gives this a friend-across-the-table conversational tone—unassuming and approachable.
If you wish to be encouraged, and given tools to be productive in your walk, and need a fire lit under your bum, this book is a fabulous place to start.
Posted August 15, 2013
Motivation for the Ordinary Believer - It was not difficult to follow his ideas, however, I have heard them before. Maybe this book is for those who are at a different stage than I am. There are good points made. I agree that jargon and specialized concepts should be explained in detail. I enjoyed the great quotes from writings by Bonhoeffer, Chesterton, Mother Teresa, and others. They illustrate his insights quite well, and gave me food for thought. The writing was very repetitive, and I felt that other authors have said it better. I find inaccurate grammar annoying, but there was not much of it so I only took off one star for that. This book does a nice job of encouraging anyone to speak up even if we don’t know the answers and are not pastors.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 12, 2013
Jesus has called us to go into all the world and tell others about Him, including the briarpatch ("thorny places") where many people are uncomfortable. A quote from the book states what a briarpatch is: "Entering the briarpatch means nothing more than loving people where they are, clearing their path of unnecessary obstacles, and being willing to share life with them- and let the life of Jesus be evident in us." The book is divided into 4 sections- The Problem of the Briarpatch, The Briarpatch Within, Into the Briarpatch and Transforming the Briarpatch.
I thought the book was good and that the author made some good points about reaching others with the Gospel message.
Posted August 9, 2013
The Briarpatch Gospel was an encouraging book about loving people right where they are, even in the messy parts of life. It encouraged believers to think about their attitudes towards homosexuals in the church and make sure they were extending grace. It was an overall well written book to challenge believers in their walks with God. I enjoyed it.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 12, 2013
When I buy a book, I want to be challenged. I am looking for a fresh perspective related to the greatest tensions that I feel in life. I always feel like a great book creates provoking thought in a way that causes me to live and operate differently. Shayne Wheeler shares story after story about some of the greatest tensions related to living in a messy community (The Briarpatch) that is trying to live out the Gospel. The truth is that in a culture that continues to progress in every way imaginable, the result is broken people that are looking for a greater direction and answers to some tough questions. This book brings up the tensions of living in those communities. It is not a book that gives a bunch of answers, it is smarter than that. This book will challenge every reader. It will cause great conversations in any faith community and I highly recommend it. It is rooted in a life that is lived with people that are not perfect and yet it is written with a tone that is very hopeful. You and your community will be better off from learning through this book.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted February 12, 2013
The Briar Patch Gospel- Fearlessly Following Jesus into the Thorny Places by Shayne Wheeler is part of a growing trend of an emerging genre that challenges traditional religious practices and thought. What first comes to mind when one ponders the Great Commission of the New Testament gospel of Matthew might be beautiful gothic churches, dusty prayer books in Latin and mysterious religious statues and icons. Many defer the role of spreading the good news of the Lord to the preacher, priest or reverend. For many, the bible is a dusty old book, unopened on the bookshelf or perhaps an old volume- an heirloom- that is fragile and passed down from generations past.
Wheeler challenges these antiquated ideas and makes the claim that each one of us is called to preach the good news. And in fact we are called out of our comfort zones to share the bible's message. Written in a personal conversational tone to the modern generation, the author uses anecdotes from his real life experiences of sharing the gospel message in the most unlikely and unexpected of places. He challenges the reader to do the same as well. Based on biblical scripture and principles, the author illustrates how each one of us is called to follow and share the message of Jesus everywhere just as Jesus did in his lifetime. The splintered woodwork cover graphics with its graffiti reflects the harsh reality of the world we are called to preach in- in direct contrast of the comfort zones of much of middle class America. It is interesting to note that the author includes quotes in the beginning of each chapter from an assortment of well known secular personalities and leaders as well as well know Christian writers. As a blogger for Tyndale, I received this Tyndale Momentum book for the purpose ofwriting this review.