Jonathan Martin leads the liars, dreamers, and misfits of Renovatus: A Church for People Under Renovation, in Charlotte, North Carolina, where he lives with his wife, Amanda. Hes a product of the Christ-haunted landscape of the American South, sweaty revivals, and hip-hop. He holds degrees from Gardner-Webb University, Pentecostal Theological Seminary, and Duke University Divinity School. Jonathans main claim to fame was getting his Aquaman, Robin, and Wonder Woman action figures saved, sanctified, and filled with the Holy Ghost at an early age. When he is talking, its mostly about the beauty of God, what an extraordinary thing it is for us to be called Gods beloved, and finding new ways to be human. He is unafraid to be seen walking his small dog, Cybil. For more information about Jonathan and his ministry, see pastorjonathanmartin.com.
Acknowledgments
While this is not a memoir per se, so much of my story and the beautiful story of the people of Renovatus is wrapped up in these pages. In an odd way, this sums up everything Ive learned about God, life, and the world in thirty-four years. As such, all the people who have most shaped my life have most shaped this book. But here are a few people I especially want to thank, many of whom youve met in the preceding pages.
My wife, Amanda: So many of these ideas have been forged over the course of thousands of hours of conversations with you. I wouldnt have a story to tell apart from you. Thank you for accommodating yourself to life with a mad scientist and being my live-in editor. People laugh when I say that you do the praying and I do the preaching, but Im afraid its more true than they could know. I get to be the front man, but the highest compliment I can give is that youre the person Id most want to be my pastor. I love you.
My executive pastor, Tracey Rouse (aka the girl on the trampoline): Every single time I hit a roadblock with this project, you not only found the way out, you did so with dazzling ease. You are smart in all the ways I am not and could never be. I could not have made it past chapter 3 without you, much less run a church. And I wouldnt want to try, you know?
My assistant, Elizabeth Donahue: You bring so much class to our team and to my life, and you and Dennis take care of me like Im your own. You are a gracious gift to us.
The remarkable staff of Renovatus Church: Blake, Sarah, Teddy (Rondo!) and Krystle, Jonathan, Mat, Chris, Jake, Chuck and Teresa, Aaron and Tracy, Broderick and Mona, and Victhis is your story as much as it is mine.
My amazing friends: To Nathan Rouse, who has shared more than a decade of Buechner and X-Files and U2 shows and highly inappropriate jokesyour own courageous vision for faith and the arts continues to inspire me. Clayton King, the big brother I never hadthank you for always having my back. Steven Furtick, my most generous friendyou have always, always believed in me and spoken life into me. Jim Driscoll, a true elder in my lifethank you for caring so well for my soul. Dr. Chris Green, my new old friend, for pushing me over the ledge to fully embrace the centrality of the Table.
Jan Long Harris, my editor Dave Lindstedt, and my new family at Tyndale: Thank you for taking a chance on an unknown. From the first time I met you guys, I was moved by your heart for ministry, the sense of community on your team, and your passion for this project. Its an honor to do this with you.
My agent, David Van Diest: Weve come a long way! Thanks for all your encouragement.
The Renovatus elders: Thank you for always lifting my arms when they are weary.
The entire community at Renovatus: I have the best gig in the world, and I am so honored that you call me your pastor. I hope these pages demonstrate all the ways Ive been your student.
Id also like to thank the people who have most directly shaped how I see the worldmy mentors and spiritual fathers and mothers: Margaret Gaines, Rickie Moore, Cheryl and Jackie Johns, John Christopher Thomas, Steven J. Land, and Stanley Hauerwas. Id also like to thank Dr. Corrine Goodwin for all the ways she has helped keep me sane during this seasona considerable feat.
My old friends whove stuck by me: Especially Reed Lackey, for his valuable insight on the early manuscript, and Dave Galloway, who was there for me even during the awkward years.
My beautiful family: Jess, Rita, and Zacharythanks especially for the bike! It turned out to be a good investment, right?
And finally, to my mom and dad, Ronald and Lynda Martin, to whom this book is dedicated: There is absolutely no way I could be at this place in my life without your love and prayers. Everything I most needed to know about God I know from being your son.
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Identity
The most common form of despair is not being who you are.
SREN KIERKEGAARD
Who are you?
If I were to ask you that question straight up, you might respond with some version of your Facebook profile: Heres where I went to school; these are my favorite movies, books, and bands; I like to fish, hunt, play video games, go scuba diving, and listen to Jay-Z.
But who are you really, behind the avatars youve created for yourself? What are you covering up? What are you afraid of? What are you hoping for? Where are you going?
If youre like most people in our society, you live in a perpetual identity crisiswith countless voices competing for your attention, across a dizzying array of platforms, telling you who you are and who you ought to be.
So, who are you?
Forgive me for being so forward. I know weve only just met. I dont mean to be abrupt or intrusive. But if were going to say anything truthful about becoming more like Jesus, surely we have to tell the truth about ourselves first. I know its a little premature to be disrobing our souls to one another. On the other hand, if you read books the way most people doin the bedroom or bathroom or squeezed into an uncomfortably small seat on an overcrowded airplane, shielded by the false privacy of headphonesthis is already a pretty intimate thing were doing. Besides, our lives are too important to remain hidden behind self-protective social graces. So, lets get right to it.
What if it were possible to know your true identity? What if it were possible to hear the name we were given before the foundation of the world? What if it were possible to be so truly and fully aliveso fully humanthat no matter what happened, you would be able to live without fear?
My name is Legion... for we are many
One of the more arresting yet disconcerting encounters in the life of Jesus is recorded in Mark 5, when He meets a man terrorized by demons. According to the text, this was a man who lived among the tombs (verse 3). Despite multiple attempts to restrain him, not even chains were able to control his volatile behavior. Night and day he roamed the town, howling and bruising himself with stones (verse 5). Upon encountering Jesus, the demons within the man were paralyzed with fear: What have you to do with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I adjure you by God, do not torment me (verse 7). When Jesus asks the man, What is your name? he responds, My name is Legion; for we are many (verse 9).
As products of a modern Western culture, in which we seldom dare to wonder whether there is a greater force of evil in the world beyond the sum of its parts, we might find such a story laughably primitive. Given our advances in medical technology, psychology, and biochemistry, and as able as we are to live our lives in relative isolation from the realities of evil, perhaps we feel too sophisticated to take the idea of demons seriously. And yet the plight of the Gerasene demoniac has never been more relevant than in the twenty-first century.