Piercing the Membrane

One silly human's journey through campus ministry and life in the body of Christ

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Name: Bren Hughes
Location: Tallahassee, Florida, United States

Friday, May 30, 2008

New Blog on Campus Ministry

Okay. So I thought I'd find the time to blog again. But the ministry just doesn't slow down. And now I have a toddler AND twin infants in my life.

I have, however, started a new blog where I discuss the ins and outs of campus ministry in my context in Tallahassee. It's www.metaministry.blogspot.com. My intended audience is other ministers, plus those who watch over me (like my elders and ministry board) and my student leaders.

I still hope to post occasionally here at Piercing the Membrane as more theologically-oriented ideas come up. But my cloister time is becoming rarer and rarer.

God bless you, dear readers!

Thursday, February 08, 2007

I Will BLOG Again!

So. . . It's been since July that I last logged into this blogger thing. I've missed writing (and reading other blogs), but life's been busy with my new kid, new ministry, and (very soon) new home. But I plan to return soon and share some interesting stories about this unusual campus ministry experiment I've found myself shepherding.

Transform!

Monday, July 10, 2006

Introducing. . . Dexter Wilson Hughes

So. . . our kid finally popped out at Vanderbilt Hospital in Nashville at 9:39 p.m. on Saturday, July 8. He weighed 9 pounds, 2 ounces. We're all thrilled to finally get to meet him after having him kick us incessantly through Lydia's abdomen these past few months. Behold!The midwives at Vanderbilt were great. The good memories of this weekend will surely overshadow the hours and hours of pain.

Here's the first not-so-fuzzy-it's-illegible picture of the spud, right after Lydia pushed him out with me holding her leg back and watching the whole thing.


Here's the new mom, not long after little Dex pierced the amniotic membrane!

Our friends Kevin and Rhonda White made Dexter his own MySpace page. You can check it out here, and even be his friend. Kevin took the picture below:

Thanks again for all the prayers and well-wishes! We're on top of the world!

Thursday, June 22, 2006

Back in the Ministry Saddle

Those who keep up with my life or this blog know that this has been a year of searching and praying for what to do next. As I finished my M.Div. and Lydia said goodbye to her teaching job (in order to become a full-time mother), we frequently asked God to show us where to go from here.

For a while I expected that more graduate studies were in my immediate future. I had such a great time studying at Lipscomb, I thought surely that my calling was to be a college Bible professor. And to qualify for this job, I needed a Ph.D.

Yet my Ph.D. applications failed to bear fruit. Perhaps my biggest problem was that my Lipscomb transcripts went out with only half my credits on them. I chalked this boo-boo up to providence, and commenced sending out resumes.

Now, the wait has ended and I find myself with a new role. It's time to set aside my more academic pursuits and launch full time into the battleground of ministry. Ministry is where the action is, where the rubber meets the road in the battle against the forces of darkness. Ministry scares me to death, but I know it's an opportunity to serve God like no other.

Before the summer ends, I'll be moving to north Florida to begin full-time work as a campus minister, heading an organization which serves three college campuses. My role will be to administer, to teach, and to train believing college students in personal evangelism and church leadership. I feel uniquely qualified for a job such as this, and thus have a powerful sense of calling to this role.

Compared to this opportunity to service the immediate needs of emerging adults, academia has lost much of its luster. I no loger have the patience to read endless articles about the Dead Sea Scrolls or the grammatical tenses of ancient Hebrew -- not now that I have embraced the urgent responsibility for souls.

The excitement in my spirit is almost unbearable. I'm overjoyed about my new job, about moving to Florida, and about my first child who could arrive any day now. I have asked God for all these things, and he has given beyond my ability to comprehend.

I want to thank all of my regular readers for being my internet friends and dialogue partners. I'll still blog when I can. But I'll now consider PTM to be an extension of my main ministry. The tract posts of this past weekend were intended as an exercise in pleasant nostalgia, to leave this blog on a light note as I took time off to tie up my affairs in Middle Tennessee (like next week's Bible Camp). Little did I know. . .

So thanks for the prayers, Kent, Mike, Monk-In-Training, and all the others. The Lord has been mindful of me.

Friday, May 05, 2006

The Church Should Be More Like a Street Gang

I had happened on Thursday. But the thirteen-year-old kid was still pretty shaken up on Sunday morning when he told me about it. He was riding his bike near the park in his neighborhood when shots started ringing out. A young man was firing a handgun at random, emptying the clip in all directions. My young friend dropped to his belly behind a car until the coast was clear. Then he hurried home to his frantic mother. My friend says he could hear the bullets whizzing by his head. Fortunately, no one was hurt. The police are still hunting the perpetrator.

Why would this young man start shooting randomly across a park and neighborhood? It was a gang initiation. To get into a gang, you have to perform certain dangerous tasks like thefts and drive-by-shootings. The point is to prove your loyalty and trustworthiness. Everyone in the gang has made a great sacrifice, taken a great risk, to get into the group.

Being in a gang gives you protection. It gives you a new family and a place to belong. This security is so valuable, young men are willing to risk getting sent to prison for life. Those who make it into the gang know that their posse will always watch their back. They've risked their lives to join the gang, and every day they live in danger from the cops and other gangs.

It reminds me a lot of the early church. Before Constantine, joining the underground sect known as "the way" was a life-imperilling propisition. Becoming a Christian often meant being rejected by your family. It meant getting on the wrong side of the law. You could be arrested simply because of your association with the group. The government posed a threat, and so did other religious groups, such as the zealous Jewish leadership of pre-A.D. -70 Judea, and (later on) some groups of Muslims.

The same situation exists today in parts of Africa, Asia, and the Middle East. We've seen in the news recently an Afghani Christian who faced possible execution for his beliefs.

In underground churches, as in gangs, there must be an extraordinary level of trust. There is extraordinary comraderie because the members have all sacrificed so much to join the group. The intimacy and solidarity are outstanding, because in such a situation it's your small group against the world.

Western Christianity no longer experiences this type of cohesiveness. In the church, we are supposed to be a new family, the family of God. We are "the body of Christ and individually members of it" (1 Cor. 12:27). But in our churches, do we really feel bound to each other, or do we feel free to leave? Do we really depend on each other, or do we feel that our church family is optional? Do we really trust each other with our own lives, or do we treat each other with suspicion?

If our churches fostered the same type of solidarity and interdependence found in street gangs, would people need the gangs anymore?

It seems to me that in modern churches, we tend to leave each other alone. We all have our own private lives, and the church is just one more social group. What would it be like if my brothers and sisters really were my posse, who watched my spiritual back, who gave me cover as I battled the devil, who gave me a heads-up when they saw sin or apathy creeping into my life?

I wonder whether in supersize churches it's possible for the family of God to be more than a social group of loosely-connected individuals who stay mostly out of each other's personal business. Could we be more effective in our spiritual turf war against Hell's Angels if we were de-centralized like the New Testament churches or the churches in Muslim and Communist countries? Or are we just too comfortable to realize that we're at war?

I don't have the answers. I just often wonder whether my religion is too easy to be real.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Gallatin Tornado Aftermath 3 - Sumner Academy, con't.

Shards of glass and other debris are scattered over the children's drawings in my wife's art classroom at Sumner Academy in Gallatin, TN. A marionette puppet which formerly hung from the ceiling appears dazed and displeased. During the storm, a board flew through the two-pained window and collided with the overhead projector. Glass fragments covered every surface, even to the opposite wall.


Lydia's car also suffered some scrapes. This nail was wedged into the seal around the rear window. The school van also took a beating.

Gallatin Tornado Aftermath 2 -- Sumner Academy Gym

Here are some photos I shot on Saturday of the storm damage to the gym building at Sumner Academy, where my wife Lydia teaches.

Monday, April 10, 2006

Gallatin Tornado Aftermath 1

Here are some pictures I took of the houses that were destroyed on Nichols Lane in front of Sumner Academy on Friday, April 7.



Click here for a photo album of Tennessee wreckage from News Channel 5's website.


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