Nehemiah was tremendously used of God to bless Israel by hearing from God, and carrying out a plan to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. The Biblical account of Nehemiah and his efforts are inspiring and have many applications to our lives as Christians. While this was a wonderful time in the lives of the nation of Israel, another momentous event took place at the same time. On October 8th, 445 B.C., Ezra, the high priest at the time, brought the scroll of the Law before an assembly of all the Jews in Jerusalem.
The date was significant because it was the first day of the Hebrew civil calendar. Ezra began reading at daybreak and read until noon. Historians tell us that the people stood and listened attentively and began to weep as they realized that what they were hearing were the very words of God. The reading of the Law on October 8, 445 B.C. was a turning point in the history of Israel. Until that day, the people's lives centered around the the temple. On this day they became a people whose religious life centered on a book - God's book.
The next day, October 9th, family leaders, priests and Levites met with Ezra to go over the Law in greater detail. Their detailed study led them to celebrat the Feast of Tabernacles again, and more importantly, it led them to celebrate again the Day of Atonement, or Yom Kippur on October 17th.
I have been reading through the Bible this year with the God Sightings version. I cannot tell you how many times God's word has given me a thought or promise to live by for the day. Sometimes it is a nugget of enlightenment that brings such joy and peace to my spirit. I can't imagine an entire city being so moved by God's Word that they wept as one and vowed to live by His law. What an incredible event.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
Fond Memories
As I get older, I discover that I remember specific incidents less and less. I'm not totally sure why that is. I wonder if our brain's "memory hard drive" gets too full and gets selective about what it remembers. It would be nice if we got a "memory almost full" message so we could purge memories that were not as significant as others. Some memories are so special that we remember them over and over, and tell the stories to the same people more than once.
For instance, my dad has some wonderful stories of growing up in Colorado. He lived there at a time when there was abundant game and fish every time he and his adult relatives went into the woods. I have heard some of his fishing stories more than once, and I have enjoyed them every time. I suspect that it doesn't occur to him that he has told the stories before because they are still so vivid in his mind. Each time he tells the story, it's as if the memory has just come to him. I find that there are memories that I recall just like that. Memories that are so vivid that I can recall almost even the most insignificant detail. Then Kathy will ask me, "do you remember...", and I have no clue what she is talking about. Don't tell her, but sometimes when I'm nodding yes and smiling as she talks, I have no memory whatsoever of the event she is recalling in "vivid color."
One of those memories for me is a vacation we took to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in the mid 80s. We were both working on the staff of The PTL Television Network and I was on the ministerial staff of Heritage Village Church. Jason, Aimee, Josh and I were fishing on the pier at Myrtle Beach and having a great time. Josh was 3 or 4 and more interested in what was on the pier than in fishing. We had bought him a little Snoopy pole and I had baited it and propped it up on the pier railing so I could see it if a fish started biting. Well, a fish did bite, in fact, it bit so hard it pulled the pole right off the pier into the ocean. "Splash", "what was that", "oh no, Josh's pole is in the water". And that was that. Once we got Josh calmed down with promises of buying another pole, we went back to fishing with the poles we had left. About a half hour later, I got a pretty good bite on my pole, set the hook and started bringing in the fish. As the line started to come in I couldn't believe what I was seeing come out of the water. My hook had hooked Josh's Snoopy pole. I carefully pulled it in, and then let Josh reel in the fish that his pole had hooked and was still securely there. We kept that pole for a long time, well after the time Josh graduated to a larger fishing pole. Finally, in one of our moves, the Snoopy pole didn't make it. That's okay, the memory is firmly embedded in my memory. I suppose I have told the story to someone more than once. But that's okay, older guys can get away with that.
If you know me very well, you know I love Christmas stories. I collect them, tell them and live them. I love story tellers and try my best to be a good one. Stories relate life, and love, and the good things about us. Relish your memories and tell the stories, even if you tell them more than once to the same person.
For instance, my dad has some wonderful stories of growing up in Colorado. He lived there at a time when there was abundant game and fish every time he and his adult relatives went into the woods. I have heard some of his fishing stories more than once, and I have enjoyed them every time. I suspect that it doesn't occur to him that he has told the stories before because they are still so vivid in his mind. Each time he tells the story, it's as if the memory has just come to him. I find that there are memories that I recall just like that. Memories that are so vivid that I can recall almost even the most insignificant detail. Then Kathy will ask me, "do you remember...", and I have no clue what she is talking about. Don't tell her, but sometimes when I'm nodding yes and smiling as she talks, I have no memory whatsoever of the event she is recalling in "vivid color."
One of those memories for me is a vacation we took to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in the mid 80s. We were both working on the staff of The PTL Television Network and I was on the ministerial staff of Heritage Village Church. Jason, Aimee, Josh and I were fishing on the pier at Myrtle Beach and having a great time. Josh was 3 or 4 and more interested in what was on the pier than in fishing. We had bought him a little Snoopy pole and I had baited it and propped it up on the pier railing so I could see it if a fish started biting. Well, a fish did bite, in fact, it bit so hard it pulled the pole right off the pier into the ocean. "Splash", "what was that", "oh no, Josh's pole is in the water". And that was that. Once we got Josh calmed down with promises of buying another pole, we went back to fishing with the poles we had left. About a half hour later, I got a pretty good bite on my pole, set the hook and started bringing in the fish. As the line started to come in I couldn't believe what I was seeing come out of the water. My hook had hooked Josh's Snoopy pole. I carefully pulled it in, and then let Josh reel in the fish that his pole had hooked and was still securely there. We kept that pole for a long time, well after the time Josh graduated to a larger fishing pole. Finally, in one of our moves, the Snoopy pole didn't make it. That's okay, the memory is firmly embedded in my memory. I suppose I have told the story to someone more than once. But that's okay, older guys can get away with that.
If you know me very well, you know I love Christmas stories. I collect them, tell them and live them. I love story tellers and try my best to be a good one. Stories relate life, and love, and the good things about us. Relish your memories and tell the stories, even if you tell them more than once to the same person.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
It's Almost Time For "The Smell"
There are some things that are distinct to every season. When spring arrives, winter clothes go in the closet, lawn tools get tuned up, and your yard get spruced up for the growing season. Each season has its own routine. My favorite season is spring, probably because I love to watch the bleakness of winter wake up. I enjoy seeing buds on the trees, the beginnings of growth on all kinds of bushes, and the first green shoots that come from bulbs that have been dormant all winter. Some of the first signs of life are the various flowering trees. We have a large Bradford Pear tree in our front yard that is covered in beautiful white blooms. I love spring.
There is one part of Fall, however, that I really enjoy. Fall comes, as you know, at the perfect time. It seems like just when you can't take one more hot, humid day, the temperature starts to change. In St. Louis, there is a period of time that our air conditioner is turned off, and the heater is not needed. Not only does it help our utility bill for a few days, it is a great time of year from a temperature standpoint. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. Then comes that one night, or early morning when the heater comes on. I love the smell of the first time the heater goes on! It is a great smell. It says winter is coming, it says it is time to snuggle under a warm blanket, it says its time to make sure the firewood is dry and the kindling is ready. The sad part of it, however, is that it only happens once. You can't duplicate it because when all the dust, spider webs and other stuff in your heater ducts gets burned up by the heater flames, the smell is gone. I think if someone would bottle it up and put it in a spray can, it would sell. I know I would buy some. There is one thing I make sure of when it is time to turn the heater on. I never light the pilot light before I go to bed. It would be a sad Fall if the heater came on at night and everyone was asleep and missed "The Smell." Tonight is is supposed to get down to 38 degrees. With it that cold, we may a little heat in the morning. Can't wait, maybe we'll enjoy "The Smell" tomorrow...
There is one part of Fall, however, that I really enjoy. Fall comes, as you know, at the perfect time. It seems like just when you can't take one more hot, humid day, the temperature starts to change. In St. Louis, there is a period of time that our air conditioner is turned off, and the heater is not needed. Not only does it help our utility bill for a few days, it is a great time of year from a temperature standpoint. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. Then comes that one night, or early morning when the heater comes on. I love the smell of the first time the heater goes on! It is a great smell. It says winter is coming, it says it is time to snuggle under a warm blanket, it says its time to make sure the firewood is dry and the kindling is ready. The sad part of it, however, is that it only happens once. You can't duplicate it because when all the dust, spider webs and other stuff in your heater ducts gets burned up by the heater flames, the smell is gone. I think if someone would bottle it up and put it in a spray can, it would sell. I know I would buy some. There is one thing I make sure of when it is time to turn the heater on. I never light the pilot light before I go to bed. It would be a sad Fall if the heater came on at night and everyone was asleep and missed "The Smell." Tonight is is supposed to get down to 38 degrees. With it that cold, we may a little heat in the morning. Can't wait, maybe we'll enjoy "The Smell" tomorrow...
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Could There Be Life On Planet Gliese 581g?
Astronomers say they have spotted, for the first time, a planet beyond our own in what is sometimes called the Goldilocks zone for life: Not too hot, not too cold. Just right. This new planet sits smack in the middle of what astronomers refer to as the habitable zone, unlike any of the nearly 500 other planets astronomers have found outside our solar system. And, it is in our galactic neighborhood, suggesting that plenty of Earth-like planets circle other stars.
There are a lot of unanswered questions about this strange planet. It is about three times the mass of Earth, slightly larger in width and much closer to its star - 14 million miles away versus our 93 million. It's so close to its version of the sun that it orbits every 37 days. And it doesn't rotate much, so one side is almost always bright, the other dark. Temperatures can be as hot as 160 degrees or as frigid as 25 degrees below zero, but in between - in the land of constant sunrise - it would be "shirt-sleeve weather." It is unknown whether water actually exists on the planet, and what kind of atmosphere it has. But because conditions are ideal for liquid water, and because there always seems to be life on Earth where there is water, astronomer Steven Vogt of the University of California at Santa Cruz believes "that chances for life on this planet are 100 percent."
The only problem with all of this is that the planet is 120 trillion miles away, so it would take several generations for a spaceship to get there. However, while this seems like a long distance, in the scheme of the vast universe, this planet is "like right in our face, right next door to us," astronomer Vogt said in an interview.
Hebrews 11:3 tells us: By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible. Ephesians 4:10 says: He who descended is the very one who ascended higher than all the heavens, in order to fill the whole universe. Many verses in the Bible tell us about a Creator unlimited by time or space. We cannot even comprehend distances like 120 trillion miles. Somehow that doesn't seem to me to be "right in our face, right next door to us." Last summer we drove out to the West Coast and back to St. Louis, about 8,500 miles, and we were totally exhausted. The incredible thing about this is that the God who created the universe, who I am sure, delights in us finding things like new planets, is the same God who knows me intimately. The Bible tells me that he knows things about me that I do not even know. Have you ever tried to count the number of hairs on your head? Once again, science, and specifically astronomy, have blown me away with the vastness of God, and yet He knows and loves me, me. Wow...
There are a lot of unanswered questions about this strange planet. It is about three times the mass of Earth, slightly larger in width and much closer to its star - 14 million miles away versus our 93 million. It's so close to its version of the sun that it orbits every 37 days. And it doesn't rotate much, so one side is almost always bright, the other dark. Temperatures can be as hot as 160 degrees or as frigid as 25 degrees below zero, but in between - in the land of constant sunrise - it would be "shirt-sleeve weather." It is unknown whether water actually exists on the planet, and what kind of atmosphere it has. But because conditions are ideal for liquid water, and because there always seems to be life on Earth where there is water, astronomer Steven Vogt of the University of California at Santa Cruz believes "that chances for life on this planet are 100 percent."
The only problem with all of this is that the planet is 120 trillion miles away, so it would take several generations for a spaceship to get there. However, while this seems like a long distance, in the scheme of the vast universe, this planet is "like right in our face, right next door to us," astronomer Vogt said in an interview.
Hebrews 11:3 tells us: By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible. Ephesians 4:10 says: He who descended is the very one who ascended higher than all the heavens, in order to fill the whole universe. Many verses in the Bible tell us about a Creator unlimited by time or space. We cannot even comprehend distances like 120 trillion miles. Somehow that doesn't seem to me to be "right in our face, right next door to us." Last summer we drove out to the West Coast and back to St. Louis, about 8,500 miles, and we were totally exhausted. The incredible thing about this is that the God who created the universe, who I am sure, delights in us finding things like new planets, is the same God who knows me intimately. The Bible tells me that he knows things about me that I do not even know. Have you ever tried to count the number of hairs on your head? Once again, science, and specifically astronomy, have blown me away with the vastness of God, and yet He knows and loves me, me. Wow...
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Some Thoughts About Judas and Remorse
I had an interesting conversation with Nicole, our 18 year old first year college student, recently. She is writing a script for our youth human video team. Part of the script deals with Judas, the disciple that betrayed Jesus. She said that basically what she has been taught is that Judas was a greedy person who probably didn't believe in Jesus from the start and only followed Him for what he could get personally. In the script she is writing, she was wondering if there was more to the story, did he feel any remorse, and will Judas be in Heaven? I gave her a couple of things to think about regarding what the scriptures have to say, particularly in Matthew 26 and 27.
After we ended our conversation, I did some more thinking about Judas and what his motivation was in betraying Jesus, and then his tragic end. The one question Nicole asked, "will Judas be in Heaven?", really got me thinking. It seems like one of the keys to Judas' motivation may be found in the story of the expensive perfume being poured on his head while he was at the home of Simon the Leper in Bethany. Mark says "Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, 'Why this waste of perfume? It could have been sold for more than a year's wages and the money given to the poor'. And they rebuked her harshly." Was Judas among these? Was this a tipping point for Judas? Verse 10 of Mark 14 says, "Then Judas Iscariot, one of the Twelve, went to the chief priests to betray Jesus to them". The "Then" of this verse comes right after the account of the perfume incident. Interesting thought...
One more thought, why would Judas ask during the Lord's Supper if he was the betrayer unless he thought that Jesus would not know, and not point him out? Would he make himself the deliberate object of scorn in front of his peers? Even after all the miraculous events that Judas had experienced with Jesus, he apparently did not believe that Christ was God, and was all knowing. I think Judas was taken completely by surprise when Jesus said, "Yes, it is you." I believe that Judas' world was turned upside down by that one incident. Now, for the first time, he clearly understood who Christ was, and that he would be "selling Him down the river". I believe that from the time that night that he kissed Christ in the garden to point Him out until the next morning when Judas went to the temple to return the money, he was in the greatest anguish a person could be in. Early the next morning, when he could not resolve the situation, when he couldn't fix it, in desperation he threw the money at the priests and ran out and took his own life.
Will we see Judas in Heaven? As the rope tightened around his neck, did Judas have time to breathe the words, "O God, please forgive me?" What do you think?
After we ended our conversation, I did some more thinking about Judas and what his motivation was in betraying Jesus, and then his tragic end. The one question Nicole asked, "will Judas be in Heaven?", really got me thinking. It seems like one of the keys to Judas' motivation may be found in the story of the expensive perfume being poured on his head while he was at the home of Simon the Leper in Bethany. Mark says "Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, 'Why this waste of perfume? It could have been sold for more than a year's wages and the money given to the poor'. And they rebuked her harshly." Was Judas among these? Was this a tipping point for Judas? Verse 10 of Mark 14 says, "Then Judas Iscariot, one of the Twelve, went to the chief priests to betray Jesus to them". The "Then" of this verse comes right after the account of the perfume incident. Interesting thought...
One more thought, why would Judas ask during the Lord's Supper if he was the betrayer unless he thought that Jesus would not know, and not point him out? Would he make himself the deliberate object of scorn in front of his peers? Even after all the miraculous events that Judas had experienced with Jesus, he apparently did not believe that Christ was God, and was all knowing. I think Judas was taken completely by surprise when Jesus said, "Yes, it is you." I believe that Judas' world was turned upside down by that one incident. Now, for the first time, he clearly understood who Christ was, and that he would be "selling Him down the river". I believe that from the time that night that he kissed Christ in the garden to point Him out until the next morning when Judas went to the temple to return the money, he was in the greatest anguish a person could be in. Early the next morning, when he could not resolve the situation, when he couldn't fix it, in desperation he threw the money at the priests and ran out and took his own life.
Will we see Judas in Heaven? As the rope tightened around his neck, did Judas have time to breathe the words, "O God, please forgive me?" What do you think?
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The Solitude of Rustling Leaves
I watched part of an infomercial the other day for a yard tool. I'm kind of a tool nerd, so I enjoy hearing about and looking at new tools. This was a 3 in 1 yard blower, vacuum and mulcher. The cool thing about it is that you do not need any attachments. You simply flip a switch and it changes from one function to another. For 3 easy payments of $29.95 plus shipping, it could be all mine. "But wait..." If I called in the next 10 minutes they threw in all kinds of goodies. The main selling point was all the time I was going to save by blowing all the leaves and debris in my yard, all over my yard. With the voice-over trying to compete with the blower, it was a very noisy infomercial. After a few minutes I went back to the football game I was watching.
Today I mowed and raked my yard. I thought briefly about the vacuum/mulcher tool as I raked leaves by hand. Then I thought a little bit about the tool as I swept leaves and cuttings down my sidewalk. It would have saved me a lot of time. However, I enjoyed the quietness and solitude. Since this was the middle of the day on a week day, there was almost no sound in our neighborhood, just the sound of my straw broom on the cement. I needed that solitude today. Kathy and I are wrestling with a very difficult situation with our 16 year old. We are at the point of not knowing what to do. My prayers have been reduced to a simple "help us, O God". In the solitude of sweeping the sidewalk and street, and then looking back at my work and seeing a groomed yard, I felt good about my work, but a lot better in my spirit because I had taken some time to let God's presence touch my life as I worked. I took plenty of pauses as I prayed, thought, pondered and said "help us".
I don't think I'll be ordering the 3 in 1 yard tool. I need more of these moments of solitude. Moments when God knows everything I'm feeling when I can only manage a feeble "help us". Maybe you can breathe a "help them" for us, when you think about it.
Today I mowed and raked my yard. I thought briefly about the vacuum/mulcher tool as I raked leaves by hand. Then I thought a little bit about the tool as I swept leaves and cuttings down my sidewalk. It would have saved me a lot of time. However, I enjoyed the quietness and solitude. Since this was the middle of the day on a week day, there was almost no sound in our neighborhood, just the sound of my straw broom on the cement. I needed that solitude today. Kathy and I are wrestling with a very difficult situation with our 16 year old. We are at the point of not knowing what to do. My prayers have been reduced to a simple "help us, O God". In the solitude of sweeping the sidewalk and street, and then looking back at my work and seeing a groomed yard, I felt good about my work, but a lot better in my spirit because I had taken some time to let God's presence touch my life as I worked. I took plenty of pauses as I prayed, thought, pondered and said "help us".
I don't think I'll be ordering the 3 in 1 yard tool. I need more of these moments of solitude. Moments when God knows everything I'm feeling when I can only manage a feeble "help us". Maybe you can breathe a "help them" for us, when you think about it.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Wonderful Name, Jesus
Yesterday I posted a Facebook status about the Choir rehearsal I had just come from. One of the senior pastors I worked for in Albany, Oregon, Allen "Tex" Groff replied and said in part, "I wish I was there..." His comment to my post reminded me of a wonderful experience we had in Albany one Christmas. First Assembly was a great place to work and to attend. Pastor Groff encouraged creativity in every area of the church, expecially with his staff members. I think every staff member thought he was their biggest fan. He kept a file drawer full of examples of his staff's accomplishments. The way I found out about that file drawer was when one of my original choir songs was published by Manna Music. I took a copy of the published song into one of my meetings with Pastor Groff. After he congratulated me on my accomplishment and looked over the printed copy, he opened the drawer to put the copy away, and explained to me about what was there. The great thing about working for Pastor Groff was that he had been a minister of music, and he was a wonderful musician and lead worshipper. I knew for sure that he was my biggest fan.
Well, on to the Christmas story. For the second half of this year's production we were performing the Rodger Strader musical King of Love. One of the early songs in that musical is Wonderful Name, Jesus. I had asked Pastor Groff to narrate the musical. He had rehearsed on his own and we were putting it all together at the dress rehearsal. Since he had not heard the choir and orchestra rehearse prior to the dress rehearsal, this was his "first listen." The orchestra began the introduction with a gorgeous string introduction and harp gliss. I turned towards Pastor Groff to give him his narration cue. As I raised my baton to cue him, I realized he wasn't looking at me. His face was in his hands and his shoulders were shaking. It was quite obvious that heaven had touched earth at that moment, and he had been swept into God's presence. For a few moments we all rejoiced in God's goodness and the promise of the Redeemer. When Pastor Groff was finally composed enough to say something, he apologized for stopping the rehearsal. Everyone assured him that this was a wonderful moment and there was no apology needed. We went on to finish the rehearsal and performed our musical that year four times to nearly 5,000 guests. Everyone said "this was the best one yet." (they say that every year) However, I think it might have been, because I think that every choir member, every orchestra member, and each technical crew person was touched by God's presence in a special way during that rehearsal. I will never forget this experience. Even now as I write these words, my spirit senses God's presence in a very real way. If you have iTunes loaded on your computer, you can listen to the song that touched us all. http://www.qpg.com/custom/1006077/kol04.mp3
Well, on to the Christmas story. For the second half of this year's production we were performing the Rodger Strader musical King of Love. One of the early songs in that musical is Wonderful Name, Jesus. I had asked Pastor Groff to narrate the musical. He had rehearsed on his own and we were putting it all together at the dress rehearsal. Since he had not heard the choir and orchestra rehearse prior to the dress rehearsal, this was his "first listen." The orchestra began the introduction with a gorgeous string introduction and harp gliss. I turned towards Pastor Groff to give him his narration cue. As I raised my baton to cue him, I realized he wasn't looking at me. His face was in his hands and his shoulders were shaking. It was quite obvious that heaven had touched earth at that moment, and he had been swept into God's presence. For a few moments we all rejoiced in God's goodness and the promise of the Redeemer. When Pastor Groff was finally composed enough to say something, he apologized for stopping the rehearsal. Everyone assured him that this was a wonderful moment and there was no apology needed. We went on to finish the rehearsal and performed our musical that year four times to nearly 5,000 guests. Everyone said "this was the best one yet." (they say that every year) However, I think it might have been, because I think that every choir member, every orchestra member, and each technical crew person was touched by God's presence in a special way during that rehearsal. I will never forget this experience. Even now as I write these words, my spirit senses God's presence in a very real way. If you have iTunes loaded on your computer, you can listen to the song that touched us all. http://www.qpg.com/custom/1006077/kol04.mp3
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
God Leads Us Along
I love hearing the stories of the hymns and songs that we sing. Many are forged out of great sorrow and grief, and many are written out of tremendous joy and rejoicing. George A Young was a preacher who made his living doing carpentry work. He and his wife eventually entered full-time ministry, going from small church to small church in rural areas. Their experiences were many-some good and some heartbreaking. Often those with whom they worked were too poor to help in supplying the needs of the preacher and his wife and family. George and his wife did not waver, saying "God is doing the leading all we have to do is follow. He will not forsake us in time of need and is also very much aware of our situation wherever we are."
After many years, the Youngs were able to scrape enough money together to buy a small lot and George began to build a small home for his family. It took them several years to complete the house. At last the day came, and the Young family moved into their own home, how wonderful it was! Then disaster struck while George and his family were away holding church services. It is thought that someone, not in sympathy with Young and his preaching and not in favor that the likes of him should have a home of his own, set fire to it. When the family returned, their home was a heap of ashes. All that George and his family had sacrificed for and dreamed of was now a memory.
As Mr. Young stood and looked at the ashes, his heart was sad but he found a deep consolation as he remembered the priceless things he possessed which could not be destroyed by fire. Perhaps, like Job, this could be an attack of Satan but he was not alone, for God was aware of it all. In his mind, words began to form -
Tho' sorrows befall us and Satan oppose,
God leads His dear children along.
Some thro' the waters, some thro' the flood,
Some thro' great sorrow, but God gives a song.
In the night season and all the day long.
George A. Young had been given the beginning of a song in his deep night of despair-a song that would lift many burdens and give light and encouragement to untold thousands in the years ahead. Within a few days he had written three other verses and in 1903 God Leads Us Along was first published.
After many years, the Youngs were able to scrape enough money together to buy a small lot and George began to build a small home for his family. It took them several years to complete the house. At last the day came, and the Young family moved into their own home, how wonderful it was! Then disaster struck while George and his family were away holding church services. It is thought that someone, not in sympathy with Young and his preaching and not in favor that the likes of him should have a home of his own, set fire to it. When the family returned, their home was a heap of ashes. All that George and his family had sacrificed for and dreamed of was now a memory.
As Mr. Young stood and looked at the ashes, his heart was sad but he found a deep consolation as he remembered the priceless things he possessed which could not be destroyed by fire. Perhaps, like Job, this could be an attack of Satan but he was not alone, for God was aware of it all. In his mind, words began to form -
Tho' sorrows befall us and Satan oppose,
God leads His dear children along.
Some thro' the waters, some thro' the flood,
Some thro' great sorrow, but God gives a song.
In the night season and all the day long.
George A. Young had been given the beginning of a song in his deep night of despair-a song that would lift many burdens and give light and encouragement to untold thousands in the years ahead. Within a few days he had written three other verses and in 1903 God Leads Us Along was first published.
Saturday, September 18, 2010
That Was Quite A Year Part 2
On one of our trips to Los Angeles for a service at the Shrine Auditorium, I went to the Kuhlman office with Kathy's father to pick up up music for the choir rehearsal that night. I sat out in the reception area while Paul gathered the music. Just as I sat down, Miss Kuhlman and one of assistants came through the door. Paul introduced me. He and Miss Kuhlman's assistant went into another office to get what they needed and Miss Kuhlman sat down and we had the opportunity to talk. I asked her the one question I had wondered about ever since my interest in the miracle healing power of God had gripped me. "How does God heal?" "How do you put yourself in the position for God to work through you so miraculously?" I sat with baited breath, knowing I was going to find out one of the deepest and most hidden secrets of Christian ministry. Her answer was, "I don't know". In my mind I thought, "how can you not know?" We talked some more about the meetings, she was interested in my ministry and my family, and we enjoyed a few more minutes together and we all left the office. The next day, at the service, I had the backstage experience I described yesterday. Then I knew the deepest and most hidden secret of divine healing ministry...total reliance on God's power, resting on a humble servant. I will never forget that year.
Friday, September 17, 2010
That Was Quite A Year
We have a 3 picture frame on our living room wall, near the hall that leads to our bedrooms. I look at those 3 pictures every time I walk down the hall. Tonight, as I paused to look at them more closely, I was reminded of one of the most significant years of Kathy's and my life.
The center picture shows Kathy sitting in a chair, next to her ebony Lyon & Healy A10 harp. She is on a stage, behind is a large organ with the organist sitting on the bench. There are other people on the stage. The bottom picture shows Kathy's harp again with Kathryn Kuhlman standing next to it. The top picture shows Kathy, Kathryn Kuhlman and myself. The middle picture was taken in Las Vegas at one of Kathryn's largest crusades. The other two pictures were taken at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles.
The last year of Kathryn Kuhlman's ministry Kathy played several times at the once-a-month Sunday afternoon services at the Shrine Auditorium. Kathy's dad conducted the large choir that sang at the services, as well as the praise & worship. My role was the chief harp mover. At some meetings I sang in the choir, at others I sat in the audience and at a couple I stayed back stage. It was one of those times backstage that I watched something that I will never forget. Miss Kuhlman, as she was called, was pacing back and forth behind the large stage curtain. Each time she turned my way I could hear her say things like, "I can't do this without You", "please let Your Spirit rest on me", "don't let me do anything on my own without Your leading". If you don't know anything about Kathryn Kuhlman, she had a marvelous healing ministry. By the time she was waiting to go out to speak and minister, in each of her meetings, people had already been healed outside the auditorium as they were waiting to get in, people were healed inside the auditorium before the meeting started and all throughout the meeting itself. In fact, she never prayed for anyone for healing. She did not want to take any credit for God's miracle working power. All she really did was interview people who had already been healed. If you only saw her public ministry, you would never know how much she relied on God's leading and presence in her life.
Next time I'll tell you about her Las Vegas crusade and what I experienced there, as well as a visit in her Los Angeles office. She was quite a lady. I think I'll go look at the pictures again. Oh, by the way, my Kathryn was named after Miss Kuhlman. That's a story for another time.
The center picture shows Kathy sitting in a chair, next to her ebony Lyon & Healy A10 harp. She is on a stage, behind is a large organ with the organist sitting on the bench. There are other people on the stage. The bottom picture shows Kathy's harp again with Kathryn Kuhlman standing next to it. The top picture shows Kathy, Kathryn Kuhlman and myself. The middle picture was taken in Las Vegas at one of Kathryn's largest crusades. The other two pictures were taken at the Shrine Auditorium in Los Angeles.
The last year of Kathryn Kuhlman's ministry Kathy played several times at the once-a-month Sunday afternoon services at the Shrine Auditorium. Kathy's dad conducted the large choir that sang at the services, as well as the praise & worship. My role was the chief harp mover. At some meetings I sang in the choir, at others I sat in the audience and at a couple I stayed back stage. It was one of those times backstage that I watched something that I will never forget. Miss Kuhlman, as she was called, was pacing back and forth behind the large stage curtain. Each time she turned my way I could hear her say things like, "I can't do this without You", "please let Your Spirit rest on me", "don't let me do anything on my own without Your leading". If you don't know anything about Kathryn Kuhlman, she had a marvelous healing ministry. By the time she was waiting to go out to speak and minister, in each of her meetings, people had already been healed outside the auditorium as they were waiting to get in, people were healed inside the auditorium before the meeting started and all throughout the meeting itself. In fact, she never prayed for anyone for healing. She did not want to take any credit for God's miracle working power. All she really did was interview people who had already been healed. If you only saw her public ministry, you would never know how much she relied on God's leading and presence in her life.
Next time I'll tell you about her Las Vegas crusade and what I experienced there, as well as a visit in her Los Angeles office. She was quite a lady. I think I'll go look at the pictures again. Oh, by the way, my Kathryn was named after Miss Kuhlman. That's a story for another time.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
By 2031 You May Be Able To Go On An Earth Orbiting Sightseeing Tour
Every generation can remember things that were in use at one time, and then gradually were phased out until they only existed in garage sales or museums. In my generation, computers replacing typewriters was a major change. Early in my professional career I became quite adept at using an IBM Selectric typewriter. I took typing in 9th grade and could type quite fast. Later I learned how to change ribbons, change font balls, do minor maintenance and generally became a Selectric "help desk", although that term didn't exist at the time. I still remember buying my first computer. It was at an Office Depot type big box office supply store. My computer with its monochrome monitor and dot matrix printer was huge, slow, and very non-user friendly. But it was incredible... Now, 20 years later, I'm composing this blog post on a computer that doesn't even begin to compare to that first one. I have a flat screen display, 4 gigs of ram, an optical drive and numerous wireless devices. Plus, I'm connected to the world wide web. Things I didn't even dream about when I was using that first computer.
How about the future? What is coming in the next 10, 20, 50 years? A couple of months ago, 40 Japanese scientists came together to map out the things they thought they would develop in the near future. Here are some of them. 2020 - Thin, flexible electronic displays replace newspapers. 2022 - Synthethic blood makes donation unnecessary. 2026 - Domestic humanoids become common. 2028 - Smellovision televisions that produce tastes and smells grace every living room. 2023 - Doctors use medicine to control any cancer. 2033 - Stem-cell techniques can produce artificial organs. 2035 - Commercial flights are 100 percent autopilot. 2040 - Earthlings establish a manned lunar base.
I thought is was interesting that except for dealing with cancer, none of these forecasts dealt with the human condition. Will we find answers for the anger and mistrust that permeates our world? Will a nuclear war have taken place by 2040, crippling the world and diminishing the population? The movie I Am Legend dealt with a world wide virus that wipes out all but a tiny group of people. Could that happen? In Jeremiah 29:11 we find this wonderful promise. For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Regardless of what is on the horizon, both positive and negative, God has a plan for us. Help us, O God, to put our trust in You. Help us to look to You first, to stand on Your promises. Thank You because You know us, love us, and have planned our future.
How about the future? What is coming in the next 10, 20, 50 years? A couple of months ago, 40 Japanese scientists came together to map out the things they thought they would develop in the near future. Here are some of them. 2020 - Thin, flexible electronic displays replace newspapers. 2022 - Synthethic blood makes donation unnecessary. 2026 - Domestic humanoids become common. 2028 - Smellovision televisions that produce tastes and smells grace every living room. 2023 - Doctors use medicine to control any cancer. 2033 - Stem-cell techniques can produce artificial organs. 2035 - Commercial flights are 100 percent autopilot. 2040 - Earthlings establish a manned lunar base.
I thought is was interesting that except for dealing with cancer, none of these forecasts dealt with the human condition. Will we find answers for the anger and mistrust that permeates our world? Will a nuclear war have taken place by 2040, crippling the world and diminishing the population? The movie I Am Legend dealt with a world wide virus that wipes out all but a tiny group of people. Could that happen? In Jeremiah 29:11 we find this wonderful promise. For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Regardless of what is on the horizon, both positive and negative, God has a plan for us. Help us, O God, to put our trust in You. Help us to look to You first, to stand on Your promises. Thank You because You know us, love us, and have planned our future.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Where Are the Leaders?
When it comes right down to it, most of us are followers. We may have a leadership role at work, or in a club, or a church group, and at home, but most of us do not bear the load of "the buck stops here" leadership. For followers, there is a comfort level in knowing that someone else is in charge. That someone else is affirming our work, looking out for us and making decisions that will be good for us.
As I have watched national and international events unfold recently, I have come to the realization that the unrest we feel, the raw nerves that are being set off by talk of racism, extremism and all the other "isms", is coming from a lack of leadership. No one is in charge when it comes to our national and international economy. No one is delivering answers in the escalating racism rhetoric in our country. No one has a handle on immigration. The "burn the Koran, move the mosque" circus is playing to capacity crowds. Everyone has an opinion, but no one seems to have any answers. No one seems to be able to bring anyone together to find solutions. There are no peace makers. News coverage has become combative as the right and left side of the political spectrum take swings at each other. We are less than two months away from the midterm elections and the political climate will continue to heat up. The problem is, however, that while it appears that a majority of Americans are rejecting the direction our President has taken the country in, there doesn't appear to be much of an agenda from the other side to deliver answers to the situation we find ourselves in. How do we create jobs, how do we jump start the housing industry, how do we deal with illegal immigration? What should be our response to the inevitable nuclear weapon development in Iran? Is there a solution to the deteriorating financial markets in Europe? The questions go on and on, and no answers in sight.
We need Godly leaders on every level to step up and lead. Rather than praying for these situations, we should be praying for leaders who are not afraid to lead, regardless of the political fallout. Some of the greatest leaders in the Old Testament were the prophets who spoke the Word of God with boldness, they were used of God in mighty ways, and nations were changed. They weren't the most popular men, and sometimes they had to run for their lives, but when the people got themselves in trouble, they always sought out the "man of God." Oh God, in the midst of this leadership vacuum, would you raise up leaders. Men and women who speak the truth boldly, with authority, and without regard to the political consequences. Father, we need Your wisdom and authority. Help us, O God and may Your name be exalted throughout the world.
As I have watched national and international events unfold recently, I have come to the realization that the unrest we feel, the raw nerves that are being set off by talk of racism, extremism and all the other "isms", is coming from a lack of leadership. No one is in charge when it comes to our national and international economy. No one is delivering answers in the escalating racism rhetoric in our country. No one has a handle on immigration. The "burn the Koran, move the mosque" circus is playing to capacity crowds. Everyone has an opinion, but no one seems to have any answers. No one seems to be able to bring anyone together to find solutions. There are no peace makers. News coverage has become combative as the right and left side of the political spectrum take swings at each other. We are less than two months away from the midterm elections and the political climate will continue to heat up. The problem is, however, that while it appears that a majority of Americans are rejecting the direction our President has taken the country in, there doesn't appear to be much of an agenda from the other side to deliver answers to the situation we find ourselves in. How do we create jobs, how do we jump start the housing industry, how do we deal with illegal immigration? What should be our response to the inevitable nuclear weapon development in Iran? Is there a solution to the deteriorating financial markets in Europe? The questions go on and on, and no answers in sight.
We need Godly leaders on every level to step up and lead. Rather than praying for these situations, we should be praying for leaders who are not afraid to lead, regardless of the political fallout. Some of the greatest leaders in the Old Testament were the prophets who spoke the Word of God with boldness, they were used of God in mighty ways, and nations were changed. They weren't the most popular men, and sometimes they had to run for their lives, but when the people got themselves in trouble, they always sought out the "man of God." Oh God, in the midst of this leadership vacuum, would you raise up leaders. Men and women who speak the truth boldly, with authority, and without regard to the political consequences. Father, we need Your wisdom and authority. Help us, O God and may Your name be exalted throughout the world.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Staying On the Message
In 2010 I have been reading a daily volume titled The One Year Christian History. I have really enjoyed all the stories about Christians and the events that impacted their world. Some of them have been great moments, and some not so good. Today's reading was about Georg Blaurock, a Catholic priest from Chur, Switzerland who was born in 1491. He came to Christ about 1523. In his devotion to personal study of the Bible, he became convinced that baptism was for believers in Christ, not infants. Georg joined a group known as Anabaptists, meaning rebaptizers. In 1525, the Zurich city council warned all parents in Zurich that they must have their children baptized within eight days of their birth or face banishment from Zurich. The Anabaptists decided to fight this edict and so arrests were made and people went to prison and, it appears to me a lot of people got off the message of the Gospel. While still in his 30s, Georg Blaurock, a promising preacher and man of God, was burned at the stake because of his beliefs on baptism. This seems like such a terrible waste of a life, and the issue deviates so far from the core reason that we exist as Christians.
When Christ was praying in the garden of Gethsemane before his arrest and crucifixion, he prayed that the Christians at the time, and all Christians to come, would be one, just like He and the Father are one, so that the world would know that the Father had sent Him. In other words, that love would be the prevailing characteristic of the people of God, so that a watching world would have tangible evidence of a loving God who is manifested through the lives of His children. Our message must be that the love of God has been freely given to us and that He forgives our sins and reconciles us to himself.
This morning on the news I heard this: "In protest of what it calls a religion "of the devil," a nondenominational church in Gainesville, Florida, plans to host an "International Burn a Quran Day" on the ninth anniversary of the September 11, 2001, attacks. The Dove World Outreach Center says it is hosting the event to remember 9/11 victims and take a stand against Islam. With promotions on its website and Facebook page, it invites Christians to burn the Muslim holy book at the church from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m."
If this takes place, how will this church ever minister to Muslims who are seeking after Christ? How will this affect the Muslim view of Christianity? What this misguided event will do is to provoke other Christians to condemn this church, Muslims will condemn this church, and the Gospel will be the loser. We are living in difficult times and the church of Jesus Christ must stay on the message. He is our Redeemer, our Savior, and He wants to draw all people to Himself. We must love people into the kingdom, not condemn them. Oh God, help us to listen to Your voice, to do the things You have asked us to do. May Your will be done in our lives.
When Christ was praying in the garden of Gethsemane before his arrest and crucifixion, he prayed that the Christians at the time, and all Christians to come, would be one, just like He and the Father are one, so that the world would know that the Father had sent Him. In other words, that love would be the prevailing characteristic of the people of God, so that a watching world would have tangible evidence of a loving God who is manifested through the lives of His children. Our message must be that the love of God has been freely given to us and that He forgives our sins and reconciles us to himself.
This morning on the news I heard this: "In protest of what it calls a religion "of the devil," a nondenominational church in Gainesville, Florida, plans to host an "International Burn a Quran Day" on the ninth anniversary of the September 11, 2001, attacks. The Dove World Outreach Center says it is hosting the event to remember 9/11 victims and take a stand against Islam. With promotions on its website and Facebook page, it invites Christians to burn the Muslim holy book at the church from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m."
If this takes place, how will this church ever minister to Muslims who are seeking after Christ? How will this affect the Muslim view of Christianity? What this misguided event will do is to provoke other Christians to condemn this church, Muslims will condemn this church, and the Gospel will be the loser. We are living in difficult times and the church of Jesus Christ must stay on the message. He is our Redeemer, our Savior, and He wants to draw all people to Himself. We must love people into the kingdom, not condemn them. Oh God, help us to listen to Your voice, to do the things You have asked us to do. May Your will be done in our lives.
Thursday, September 2, 2010
So Long, Spudley
Fifteen years ago we added a new member to our family. Our good friend, Ron, owned a pet store in Grand Junction, Colorado. He was a member of our church and lived across the street from us. One day he came over and said that a breeder he worked with had a Pekingese puppy that he would give away. While this puppy had a great bloodline, his plumbing didn't form properly and he would never be able to breed. With all our kids jumping up and down saying "yes, we'll take him", how could Kathy and I say no. So a brand new puppy joined our full house. The first job was to name him. Both our boys were basketball players and they decided that our new puppy resembled a short player in the NBA, Spud Webb. Somehow I suspect that if Spud Webb had known that a new Pekingese puppy had been named for him, he would have doubted it was a compliment. But after a lot of names and input from everyone in the family, the name Spud stuck. Somewhere along the line, he also became know as Spudley. Spud lived with us in Grand Junction, moved with us to Oklahoma City and then for the past eight years in St. Louis. Spud was a great dog. We had a lot of wonderful years with him. He really became part of our family. Spud loved Josh. Every time Josh came over Spud acted like a puppy again. He loved to have Josh hold him. One time when we were Skyping with Josh and Kelly from South Africa, Spud heard Josh's voice and started to respond as if Josh was in the room.
Earlier this year we became aware of the fact the Spud was slowing down. He still came to the door to greet us when we came home, but a lot slower. I even think his tail wagged slower. In the last two weeks he really slowed down. He didn't even want to go outside. He ate very little. On Monday it was apparent that he really wasn't doing good. We decided Tuesday evening that Spudley needed to see a vet. On Wednesday morning, before we could get him to a vet, he breathed his last breath. He was on Kathy's and my bed, he had been there since Monday. Kathy left the room briefly to do something in another part of the house and when she came back, Spud was gone. Today we dug a deep hole in our yard and laid him to rest. Shawn helped me dig. Shawn took Spuds passing really hard. Spud slept in Shawn's room a lot. Shawn is going to miss his buddy.
I'm not the greatest pet person. I suppose I could have gone my entire life without having a dog. But I'm glad Spud was part of our lives. We'll really miss him. I wonder if we'll see Spud again. Last night a friend told me that he was positive that pets would be in heaven. I guess we'll see. For now, we have pictures and memories of Spud, and that is enough.
Monday, August 30, 2010
What If Things Only Get Worse?
My last blog dealt with the issue of deep roots and trusting God. Here is Max Lucado's take on the subject from another angle. The title is What If Things Only Get Worse? "Christ tells us that they will. He predicts spiritual bailouts, ecological turmoil, and worldwide persecution. Yet in the midst of it all, he contends bravery is still an option. Things are going to get bad, really bad, before they get better. And when conditions worsen, “See to it that you are not alarmed” (Matt. 24:6 NIV). Jesus chose a stout term for alarmed that he used on no other occasion. It means “to wail, to cry aloud,” as if Jesus counseled the disciples, “Don’t freak out when bad stuff happens.”
“See to it…” Bosses and teachers are known to use that phrase. “See to it that you fill out the reports.” Or “Your essay is due tomorrow. See to it that you finish your work.” The words call for additional attention, special focus, extra resolve. Isn’t this what Christ is asking of us? In this dangerous day, on this Faberge’-fragile globe, with financial collapse on the news and terrorists on the loose, we have every reason to retreat into bunkers of dread and woe.
But Christ says to us, “See to it that you are not alarmed.” (NIV) “Keep your head and don’t panic” (MSG).
“See that you are not troubled” (NKJV).
And remember: “All these [challenging times] are the beginning of birth pains” (Matt. 24:8 NIV), and birth pangs aren’t all bad. (Easy for me to say.) Birth pains signal the onset of the final push. The pediatrician assures the mom-to-be, “It’s going to hurt for a time, but it’s going to get better.” Jesus assures us of the same. Global conflicts indicate our date on the maternity calendar. We are in the final hours, just a few
pushes from delivery, a few brief ticks of eternity’s clock from the great crowning of creation. A whole new world is coming!" This is a good word from Max Lucado. Oh Lord, in spite of what appears to be on the horizon, help us to keep our heads and not panic. Help us to trust you as we make a difference in a world that desperately needs to know You.
“See to it…” Bosses and teachers are known to use that phrase. “See to it that you fill out the reports.” Or “Your essay is due tomorrow. See to it that you finish your work.” The words call for additional attention, special focus, extra resolve. Isn’t this what Christ is asking of us? In this dangerous day, on this Faberge’-fragile globe, with financial collapse on the news and terrorists on the loose, we have every reason to retreat into bunkers of dread and woe.
But Christ says to us, “See to it that you are not alarmed.” (NIV) “Keep your head and don’t panic” (MSG).
“See that you are not troubled” (NKJV).
And remember: “All these [challenging times] are the beginning of birth pains” (Matt. 24:8 NIV), and birth pangs aren’t all bad. (Easy for me to say.) Birth pains signal the onset of the final push. The pediatrician assures the mom-to-be, “It’s going to hurt for a time, but it’s going to get better.” Jesus assures us of the same. Global conflicts indicate our date on the maternity calendar. We are in the final hours, just a few
pushes from delivery, a few brief ticks of eternity’s clock from the great crowning of creation. A whole new world is coming!" This is a good word from Max Lucado. Oh Lord, in spite of what appears to be on the horizon, help us to keep our heads and not panic. Help us to trust you as we make a difference in a world that desperately needs to know You.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
Roots That Reach Deep
Every Saturday, a retired pastor in our congregation sends a scripture and writes a blog based on the scripture. It is interesting how many times the scripture touches an area of my life. Today was no different. Here's the scripture Iver Walker picked for today:
“Blessed are those who trust in the Lord and have made the Lord their hope and confidence. They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit.” (Jeremiah 17:7-8 NLT)
It seems like one of the keys here is that "they never stop producing fruit", regardless of the circumstances. The "they" is you and me. Right now I am struggling with issues involving raising a teenager, replacing a vehicle we can't really afford and dealing with a perplexing situation in my professional life. Jeremiah said that if we are like trees with roots that reach deep into the river's water, we won't be bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. This scripture gives me tremendous hope, because I am certainly feeling the heat of drought in these three areas. I know I have made the Lord my hope and confidence, and I truly trust Him. Therefore, I can believe that my roots will sustain me, my leaves will stay green and I will not stop producing fruit.
Are you in a tough spot? Take heart, this scripture was written for you as well. Trust in the Lord and make Him your hope and confidence. Now, I better pick some clothes for church tomorrow that match my green leaves...
“Blessed are those who trust in the Lord and have made the Lord their hope and confidence. They are like trees planted along a riverbank, with roots that reach deep into the water. Such trees are not bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. Their leaves stay green, and they never stop producing fruit.” (Jeremiah 17:7-8 NLT)
It seems like one of the keys here is that "they never stop producing fruit", regardless of the circumstances. The "they" is you and me. Right now I am struggling with issues involving raising a teenager, replacing a vehicle we can't really afford and dealing with a perplexing situation in my professional life. Jeremiah said that if we are like trees with roots that reach deep into the river's water, we won't be bothered by the heat or worried by long months of drought. This scripture gives me tremendous hope, because I am certainly feeling the heat of drought in these three areas. I know I have made the Lord my hope and confidence, and I truly trust Him. Therefore, I can believe that my roots will sustain me, my leaves will stay green and I will not stop producing fruit.
Are you in a tough spot? Take heart, this scripture was written for you as well. Trust in the Lord and make Him your hope and confidence. Now, I better pick some clothes for church tomorrow that match my green leaves...
Monday, August 23, 2010
A Rock Solid Servant of God
Last weekend I spent two days in Southern California. I attended a celebration service and funeral for my uncle, Jose Ibarra. Uncle Joe was married for 68 years to my mother's sister, my aunt Isabel. This past July, there was a celebration marking my uncle's seventy years of full time ministry. At 87 years old, Jose Ibarra was teaching Bible school classes and part of the leadership team of Templo Calvario in Santa Ana, California. A week ago Monday, he died suddenly from a heart attack.
Uncle Joe was part of a generation of Hispanic ministers in the Assemblies of God that helped pave the way for what has become the fastest growing segment of the AG. He pastored several churches and served as an officer in two Spanish AG districts. He also served as a national AG representative. Over seventy years of ministry he mentored countless numbers of young ministers and helped strengthen churches up and down California. He was a leader at a time when the Hispanic Assemblies of God was expanding and reaching thousands of immigrants pouring in from Latin America. He was a leader at a time when there was never enough money or resources for what needed to be done. The offerings given by Hispanic Christians come from lower salaried jobs and resources. Most Hispanic churches still struggle financially because incomes are lower than English speaking churches. Most ministers of his era lived very modest lives. They lived in modest houses and drove economy cars, usually very used. The ministers of his generation worked incredibly hard and set a work ethic standard for generations that will follow.
On Friday night I rejoiced at the celebration service to hear all the stories, humorous recollections and the testimony of people deeply affected by his life. While there will be sadness, loss and grief, there is also a tremendous admiration for a life lived in this manner. Two words were used over and over, "integrity" and "righteousness". He was a man of the Word, preacher, teacher, and he lived the Word of God.
Uncle Joe set the bar high. O God, help to keep that bar in sight as we live our lives. As a minister, may that bar propel to the highest that you want for me and from me.
Uncle Joe was part of a generation of Hispanic ministers in the Assemblies of God that helped pave the way for what has become the fastest growing segment of the AG. He pastored several churches and served as an officer in two Spanish AG districts. He also served as a national AG representative. Over seventy years of ministry he mentored countless numbers of young ministers and helped strengthen churches up and down California. He was a leader at a time when the Hispanic Assemblies of God was expanding and reaching thousands of immigrants pouring in from Latin America. He was a leader at a time when there was never enough money or resources for what needed to be done. The offerings given by Hispanic Christians come from lower salaried jobs and resources. Most Hispanic churches still struggle financially because incomes are lower than English speaking churches. Most ministers of his era lived very modest lives. They lived in modest houses and drove economy cars, usually very used. The ministers of his generation worked incredibly hard and set a work ethic standard for generations that will follow.
On Friday night I rejoiced at the celebration service to hear all the stories, humorous recollections and the testimony of people deeply affected by his life. While there will be sadness, loss and grief, there is also a tremendous admiration for a life lived in this manner. Two words were used over and over, "integrity" and "righteousness". He was a man of the Word, preacher, teacher, and he lived the Word of God.
Uncle Joe set the bar high. O God, help to keep that bar in sight as we live our lives. As a minister, may that bar propel to the highest that you want for me and from me.
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
A Baby Dedication And A Hole In A Heart
I was talking today with one of our financial employees about her son and a hole in his heart. Somewhere between the time that tests showed the hole and getting scheduled for a procedure to close it, the hole disappeared. A lot of prayers were prayed for Andy and as we talked we agreed that this indeed could be a wonderful miracle of healing. An additional test will confirm that the hole is really gone. PTL!
I told Lolly about the very first foster baby that Kathy and I, mostly Kathy, cared for. Katie came to us as an infant with a rather large hole in her heart. Our social work said that our task would be to help Katie gain weight and strength to endure an operation to close the heart. We also had to commit to a series of doctors visits, tests and whatever Katie might need. At the time we were working at First Assembly of God in Albany, Oregon and our senior pastor was Allen (Tex) Groff. He is a real pastor's pastor. The kind of pastor that made everyone feel great about being part of our church. When he led our services, it was like your father or grandfather was in charge, you knew you were loved and cared for. We knew that asking him to dedicate Katie was a little strange since she wasn't our child and we did not know what her future might hold. When we asked him about it, it was the kind of reaction I knew he would have, he was all for it. That morning he cradled Katie just like she was his own. For that moment, she was, that was the way Tex Groff was, and even though she was an infant, I can't help but believe that God helped her understand what a wonderful environment, and arms, she was in. We prayed for her, shed a few tears and rejoiced in God's goodness and then the service went on.
A week later, Kathy took Katie for an appointment. The doctor listened, and listened and finally said that he needed to take her to another examination room. After quite awhile, the doctors came back to tell Kathy that they thought the hole might not be there anymore. After confirming tests, that is exactly what it was. Katie had been healed during her dedication. Our church rejoiced in this wonderful manifestation of God's love and care for one so small and defenseless. Within a few days the social services department put her on the active adoption list and she left our home for a permanent one. Over the next twenty years we saw many miracles in the lives of children that we cared for in our home, but that experience was one of the real highlights. God is so good. Oh, and Andy, we'll be waiting for that confirmation so we can celebrate with you.
I told Lolly about the very first foster baby that Kathy and I, mostly Kathy, cared for. Katie came to us as an infant with a rather large hole in her heart. Our social work said that our task would be to help Katie gain weight and strength to endure an operation to close the heart. We also had to commit to a series of doctors visits, tests and whatever Katie might need. At the time we were working at First Assembly of God in Albany, Oregon and our senior pastor was Allen (Tex) Groff. He is a real pastor's pastor. The kind of pastor that made everyone feel great about being part of our church. When he led our services, it was like your father or grandfather was in charge, you knew you were loved and cared for. We knew that asking him to dedicate Katie was a little strange since she wasn't our child and we did not know what her future might hold. When we asked him about it, it was the kind of reaction I knew he would have, he was all for it. That morning he cradled Katie just like she was his own. For that moment, she was, that was the way Tex Groff was, and even though she was an infant, I can't help but believe that God helped her understand what a wonderful environment, and arms, she was in. We prayed for her, shed a few tears and rejoiced in God's goodness and then the service went on.
A week later, Kathy took Katie for an appointment. The doctor listened, and listened and finally said that he needed to take her to another examination room. After quite awhile, the doctors came back to tell Kathy that they thought the hole might not be there anymore. After confirming tests, that is exactly what it was. Katie had been healed during her dedication. Our church rejoiced in this wonderful manifestation of God's love and care for one so small and defenseless. Within a few days the social services department put her on the active adoption list and she left our home for a permanent one. Over the next twenty years we saw many miracles in the lives of children that we cared for in our home, but that experience was one of the real highlights. God is so good. Oh, and Andy, we'll be waiting for that confirmation so we can celebrate with you.
Monday, August 16, 2010
53 Minutes To Go
Every once in a while God helps us understand how much He loves us and cares about the smallest details of our lives. I think it is so great when God intervenes in the lives of our children in unmistakable ways.
We've been school shopping, looking for bargains and trying to stretch our dollars where ever we can. Last Saturday Shawn and I went tennis shoe shopping. That is a real challenge with a picky ninth grader. We went from store to store until Shawn finally settled on a pair of shoes. He was trying to bargain shop, but his desire for cool shoes kept taking him back to the Air Jordan display. He picked a pair of 16.5s. (I didn't realize that there were so many models of Air Jordans, some costing up to $149 on sale, most in the $75 to $89 range) The salesman went to the back room and came back with the news that they didn't have any of that type in stock. The only pair were the display models and they were size 11. We were looking for 9.5s. We asked a manager when another shipment might come in. She looked up the model number and informed us that this shoe would not be available anymore. She suggested going to Nike.com and see if we could order a pair. On the way home from the mall, we stopped at a couple more stores. No luck.When we got home we went from site to site, no one had the shoes in his size. We finally found a site with a pair in his size, $89.95 plus shipping. We put the pair in our online shopping basket and then I had a thought, let's check Ebay. We opened another browser window, went to Ebay.com and did a search on Air Jordan 16.5 tennis shoes. The very first pair of shoes that came up were the exact color and model that Shawn was looking for. A mother had bought the pair for her son and they were the wrong size. They were still in the box, brand new. We scanned down the description looking for a size, 9.5. Unbelievable... and then we saw there were no bids and the auction was ending in 53 minutes. We quickly entered our bid for the starting bid price of $60, a real bargain. Then we realized another blessing, free shipping. We checked the site several times in the next hour and then finally got the email, "you have won the auction". A brand new pair of Air Jordan tennis shoes for a bargain price.
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Another Milestone Day
Today our oldest adopted daughter begins her first college class. I still vividly remember her first days in our home. Nicole came to us as a foster baby. She had some serious birth problems and had been born a preemie. For eighteen months her grandmother tried to get custody of her. Every home study that Children's Services in Jefferson County (Colorado) did turned out negative. When the long and tiring process ended, Nicole was finally ready for adoption. Because of her birth problems, however, and very limited family history, she was not a very good candidate for adoption. Since we didn't want to let her go after so long, it worked well for us to keep her for good. Some of my fondest memories of her early life are the many times that I fed her her nighttime bottle and put her to sleep. I would hold her, walk with her, rock her, pray over her, agonize over her family situation and generally make a fuss over this little bundle of joy. One night as I agonized over the fact that she would never know who her father was, the Holy Spirit whispered to me, "you are her father. Just like your heavenly Father adopted you as a son into His family, you have become Nicole's father."
A couple of hours ago I was an overly protective father, making sure she knew the building and room number for her class, made sure she had her textbook, made sure she had her paid tuition receipt to get her college ID and told her which license number to put down for a parking pass. She could have done all of that for herself, but sometimes I go back and forth between 18 years ago and now, and I forget she is a grown up young lady. I have resisted the temptation to text her and find out if every thing's going okay. For now, Nicole is going to live at home and commute to school. For her, and me, that is a good decision. I have always been a basket case when our kids have moved out.
Kathy and I are so proud of her. We know Nicole will do well in college. We're praying that God will help her figure out what He wants her to do, and how best to prepare for it. For today, I'll try and not look out the front window too often. I don't want her to catch me waiting for her and think that I'm not giving her enough space. She is, however, going to tell her mother and I all about her first day...
A couple of hours ago I was an overly protective father, making sure she knew the building and room number for her class, made sure she had her textbook, made sure she had her paid tuition receipt to get her college ID and told her which license number to put down for a parking pass. She could have done all of that for herself, but sometimes I go back and forth between 18 years ago and now, and I forget she is a grown up young lady. I have resisted the temptation to text her and find out if every thing's going okay. For now, Nicole is going to live at home and commute to school. For her, and me, that is a good decision. I have always been a basket case when our kids have moved out.Monday, August 9, 2010
36 Years Ago
Today Kathy and I are celebrating 36 wonderful years of marriage. The big event on the weekend of our wedding 36 years ago was the resignation of President Richard Nixon on our rehearsal evening and then his leaving the White House with his family on the day of our wedding. There are a lot of highlights that are vivid memories, but there is also a lot of time in which I do not recollect much. This kind of reminds of the story of the two retired guys who are talking and one says to the other, "I couldn't help but notice that you call your wife 'sweety', 'baby doll', 'sugar', and other romantic names. How have you kept that much romance in your marriage all these years? The other guy turns to him and says, 'actually, I forgot her name about 10 years ago and I've been too embarrassed to ask her what it is."
Well, for us, it's not that bad. We have many wonderful memories that we recall. We've been so blessed. One of the biggest blessings has been our unified desire to serve God full time, anywhere, anytime. We've had some great adventures, and both of us have seen our experiences as adventures in helping to build God's kingdoms. We've had the blessing of raising six children, three birth children that are now grown and all involved in full time ministry, and three teenagers still at home that bring both great joy and present interesting challenges. We look back at some great ministry successes and people that we've had the pleasure of mentoring and guiding into successful ministry and other careers.
As I think about today, however, I think the greatest blessing for me is the love that Kathy and I share. I love her so much. She is my best friend and confidant. I love her laugh, and the way she brightens up a room. Of the two of us, she is the "people person" and I enjoy watching her be with people. I love the fact that after we've been with a group of people I get to go home with her. 36 years is a lot, particularly in our present society, but for us it is another signpost on a lifetime commitment that we agreed to, just about at this time, 36 years ago. Now we're older, hopefully wiser, and ready for the next adventure, together.
Well, for us, it's not that bad. We have many wonderful memories that we recall. We've been so blessed. One of the biggest blessings has been our unified desire to serve God full time, anywhere, anytime. We've had some great adventures, and both of us have seen our experiences as adventures in helping to build God's kingdoms. We've had the blessing of raising six children, three birth children that are now grown and all involved in full time ministry, and three teenagers still at home that bring both great joy and present interesting challenges. We look back at some great ministry successes and people that we've had the pleasure of mentoring and guiding into successful ministry and other careers.
As I think about today, however, I think the greatest blessing for me is the love that Kathy and I share. I love her so much. She is my best friend and confidant. I love her laugh, and the way she brightens up a room. Of the two of us, she is the "people person" and I enjoy watching her be with people. I love the fact that after we've been with a group of people I get to go home with her. 36 years is a lot, particularly in our present society, but for us it is another signpost on a lifetime commitment that we agreed to, just about at this time, 36 years ago. Now we're older, hopefully wiser, and ready for the next adventure, together.
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Shouts of Joy, the Sound of Weeping
In the book of Ezra there is an interesting account in chapter 3. And all the people gave a great shout of praise to the LORD, because the foundation of the house of the LORD was laid. But many of the older priests and Levites and family heads, who had seen the former temple, wept aloud when they saw the foundation of this temple being laid, while many others shouted for joy. No one could distinguish the sound of the shouts of joy from the sound of weeping, because the people made so much noise. And the sound was heard far away.
It is no secret that there is a clash of culture in churches today. With many churches having 5 generations of people, the cultural likes and dislikes are enormous. In Ezra's day, the temple was being rebuilt after God had allowed its destruction after nationwide disobedience and turning away from God. In the midst of the celebration because the foundation had been laid, the older priest, Levites and family heads wept because they remembered what the temple had been like. They realized while it would be a wonderful thing to have the temple rebuilt, it would never be like it was.
Today, in the US, church attendance is down overall. The only place it is increasing is in mega churches and churches that are engaging younger attenders, largely tailoring their church services and programming to accomodate today's consumer mentality. The clash goes far beyond musical style (hymns versus contemporary songs, choirs and orchestras versus small "worship teams"). It goes to length of services, the shorter the better; offer less programming, people are too busy to do much at church; the way a church looks, don't offend anyone by making the church look like a church, make it look like a big box store. Make sure you use plenty of theatrical lighting, maybe some haze, kick the decibels up and make people feel like they are at a concert.
In the end, people will come to faith in Christ because they see something in us that makes sense for their own lives. Even in the busyness of life, people want to belong. They want genuine friends that add to the quality of their lives and their families. Maybe our church services should simply be the place where we encounter God, in whatever cultural form it takes, and then we design times and ways for people to connect. Church culture has an interesting way of cycling, in fact, some church life watchers think the cycle away from the present wave has already started. Take a look around the next time you are at a church service. Maybe in the midst of the celebration shouting you will hear some weeping.
It is no secret that there is a clash of culture in churches today. With many churches having 5 generations of people, the cultural likes and dislikes are enormous. In Ezra's day, the temple was being rebuilt after God had allowed its destruction after nationwide disobedience and turning away from God. In the midst of the celebration because the foundation had been laid, the older priest, Levites and family heads wept because they remembered what the temple had been like. They realized while it would be a wonderful thing to have the temple rebuilt, it would never be like it was.
Today, in the US, church attendance is down overall. The only place it is increasing is in mega churches and churches that are engaging younger attenders, largely tailoring their church services and programming to accomodate today's consumer mentality. The clash goes far beyond musical style (hymns versus contemporary songs, choirs and orchestras versus small "worship teams"). It goes to length of services, the shorter the better; offer less programming, people are too busy to do much at church; the way a church looks, don't offend anyone by making the church look like a church, make it look like a big box store. Make sure you use plenty of theatrical lighting, maybe some haze, kick the decibels up and make people feel like they are at a concert.
In the end, people will come to faith in Christ because they see something in us that makes sense for their own lives. Even in the busyness of life, people want to belong. They want genuine friends that add to the quality of their lives and their families. Maybe our church services should simply be the place where we encounter God, in whatever cultural form it takes, and then we design times and ways for people to connect. Church culture has an interesting way of cycling, in fact, some church life watchers think the cycle away from the present wave has already started. Take a look around the next time you are at a church service. Maybe in the midst of the celebration shouting you will hear some weeping.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Election Observations From One Precinct
I spent Tuesday from 5AM until 7:30PM in the 437th Missouri precinct. I have served in this precinct for 5 elections as an assistant supervisor. My job is to assist voters use the digital touch machines and feed their paper ballots in a scanner/reader. Because my polling location is in a senior living center, we have a lot of seniors come down and vote. Many of them need a lot of assistance, and I have always looked forward to this interaction. Partly it is because this is a way for me to give back to my community and to provide real help to people who want to exercise their right to vote. Another part of it is that I hope that my kindness to these seniors is the same kind of kindness that people in Raleigh, NC show my parents who are of this same age group.
I noticed something interesting yesterday. Because this was a primary election, some offices had several candidates. Between national, state and local candidates and two measures, the digital ballot was 5 pages long. In many cases, the only thing these elderly voters wanted to vote on was Proposition C, this was a statewide measure that essentially boiled down to a Missouri rejection of the recently passed national health care reform. I could sense fear, anger and confusion as senior after senior expressed their displeasure with the overall health care situation. The other interesting thing was it didn't seem to matter if they were a Democrat or Republican voter.
During the day, on election day in November 2008, there was an overall sense of optimism and looking forward. I think voters believed that regardless of who they were voting for, things were on the upswing. Sadly, I saw none of that yesterday. Oh God, your word tells us to honor those in positions of authority over us. Help us to pray for our leaders, and Lord, help us to go about your business of telling the good news of your gospel so that people's lives are changed and renewed. We know that true change will only occur as you are involved in our lives as individuals and in our nation.
I noticed something interesting yesterday. Because this was a primary election, some offices had several candidates. Between national, state and local candidates and two measures, the digital ballot was 5 pages long. In many cases, the only thing these elderly voters wanted to vote on was Proposition C, this was a statewide measure that essentially boiled down to a Missouri rejection of the recently passed national health care reform. I could sense fear, anger and confusion as senior after senior expressed their displeasure with the overall health care situation. The other interesting thing was it didn't seem to matter if they were a Democrat or Republican voter.
During the day, on election day in November 2008, there was an overall sense of optimism and looking forward. I think voters believed that regardless of who they were voting for, things were on the upswing. Sadly, I saw none of that yesterday. Oh God, your word tells us to honor those in positions of authority over us. Help us to pray for our leaders, and Lord, help us to go about your business of telling the good news of your gospel so that people's lives are changed and renewed. We know that true change will only occur as you are involved in our lives as individuals and in our nation.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
With Their Wives, Children and Little Ones
The July 27th God Sightings reading is from 2nd Chronicles 19:1-20:37. God Sightings is the One Year Bible our church is reading through this year. In chapter 20 a "vast army is coming against you from Edom,". Jehoshaphat, the king of Judah, is one of the few kings who honors God. He calls on the name of the Lord before the people. He ends this public call with these words. "For we have no power to face this vast army that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon you." Verse 13 says, "All the men of Judah, with their wives and children and little ones stood there before the Lord."
What a wonderful picture, a king, responsible for all the people, and fathers and husbands with their families, standing before the Lord, acknowledging their powerlessness and lack of plans. Have you ever been here? No power to defeat an enemy...poor health, financial reversals, broken relationships...and no plan. But what happens? Even in our desperate situation, we try to fix the problem. We try everything we can think of, sometimes making it worse. Finally, when all of our "plans" are exhausted, we turn our eyes upon God.
Next time you are in a desperate place, gather your wife or husband, grab your children and pick up your little ones. Tell Him, "we have no power to face this (insert desperate situation) that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon You."
So what happened? Verse 24 says, "When the men of Judah came to the place that overlooks the desert and looked toward the vast army, they saw only dead bodies lying on the ground, no one had escaped." The story goes on to say that it took 3 days for the men of Judah to carry away all the plunder. They didn't have to lift a finger, God fought the battle for them. Now, where is Kathy and the kids?
What a wonderful picture, a king, responsible for all the people, and fathers and husbands with their families, standing before the Lord, acknowledging their powerlessness and lack of plans. Have you ever been here? No power to defeat an enemy...poor health, financial reversals, broken relationships...and no plan. But what happens? Even in our desperate situation, we try to fix the problem. We try everything we can think of, sometimes making it worse. Finally, when all of our "plans" are exhausted, we turn our eyes upon God.
Next time you are in a desperate place, gather your wife or husband, grab your children and pick up your little ones. Tell Him, "we have no power to face this (insert desperate situation) that is attacking us. We do not know what to do, but our eyes are upon You."
So what happened? Verse 24 says, "When the men of Judah came to the place that overlooks the desert and looked toward the vast army, they saw only dead bodies lying on the ground, no one had escaped." The story goes on to say that it took 3 days for the men of Judah to carry away all the plunder. They didn't have to lift a finger, God fought the battle for them. Now, where is Kathy and the kids?
Monday, July 26, 2010
An Impressive Ministry
I just returned from spending three days with with Josh & Kelly (my second oldest son and his wife) in Pompano Beach, Florida. They are field directors with OneHope, a ministry that has distributed millions and millions of copies of the Book of Hope around the world. They also show the God Man video. Millions of children and adults have come to know Christ because of OneHope's ministry. Josh and Kelly are home for a few days of R&R after leading interns and teams of young people non-stop since January. For the past month they have been conducting soccer camps in South Africa in conjunction with the World Cup tournament in South Africa.
This morning, before I drove to the airport, they gave me a tour of The Forum, the headquarters for OneHope. The Forum houses offices, residences, auditoriums and a variety of rooms and meeting places. Besides their own ministry, several churches meet in The Forum as well as many groups and other ministries. Part of the ministry of OneHope is to partner with other ministries and provide resources, including the building, to help them. They also sponsor a team of young people who minister in a nearby neighborhood that has one of the highest crime rates in the city, along with being an extremely poor area. It was a joy to meet many of the people who work there. People totally given to world wide missions. What an exciting place to be. On all the walls there were stories of changed lives, people and cities reached for Christ through their ministry. There were also pictures of children who received milestone copies of the Book of Hope. The most current one I saw was a picture of a child with the 600 millionth copy, and that was two years ago. David and Barbara Green, founders and owners of the Hobby Lobby stores are major sponsors of OneHope. In fact, The Forum is dedicated to the memory of David Green's mother.
It is an amazing thing to see a fully developed ministry that began as an idea in the mind of one man, Bob Hoskins, inspired by the Holy Spirit and very obviously blessed by God. I am so proud of Josh and Kelly, totally sold out to God and serving him by sharing the gospel in a foreign country. They are in good hands with OneHope, and OneHope is fortunate to have them.
This morning, before I drove to the airport, they gave me a tour of The Forum, the headquarters for OneHope. The Forum houses offices, residences, auditoriums and a variety of rooms and meeting places. Besides their own ministry, several churches meet in The Forum as well as many groups and other ministries. Part of the ministry of OneHope is to partner with other ministries and provide resources, including the building, to help them. They also sponsor a team of young people who minister in a nearby neighborhood that has one of the highest crime rates in the city, along with being an extremely poor area. It was a joy to meet many of the people who work there. People totally given to world wide missions. What an exciting place to be. On all the walls there were stories of changed lives, people and cities reached for Christ through their ministry. There were also pictures of children who received milestone copies of the Book of Hope. The most current one I saw was a picture of a child with the 600 millionth copy, and that was two years ago. David and Barbara Green, founders and owners of the Hobby Lobby stores are major sponsors of OneHope. In fact, The Forum is dedicated to the memory of David Green's mother.
It is an amazing thing to see a fully developed ministry that began as an idea in the mind of one man, Bob Hoskins, inspired by the Holy Spirit and very obviously blessed by God. I am so proud of Josh and Kelly, totally sold out to God and serving him by sharing the gospel in a foreign country. They are in good hands with OneHope, and OneHope is fortunate to have them.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
This May Sound Boring To You
I just spent the week at the annual National Association of Church Business Administrator's conference in Orlando, Florida. I always thoroughly enjoy this week and come home with some great information and ideas that I can immediately put to use. 3 years ago I made an insurance contact that saved our church enough money to pay for this conference for 4 years. This year I didn't come up with that kind of contact, but I do have some needed information about expanding the use of our church management system, using our computer network better, and a great information about how Obamacare will affect our church.
Now I must admit, this conference must be similar to a computer technicians conference. It is kind of geeky with a church administrator twist. I spent the week with several Assemblies of God administrators. Most of them are from churches that are quite a bit larger than ours. The thing that stood out to me is that we all love our churches (people) dearly, and would do anything to see God move among our people in a marvelous way. Even though we are responsible for the management and financial well being of the church, seeing God move in people's lives is way more important. One of my good friends, David Wagner, from Orange, Texas is from a church that has had an ongoing revival for at least two years. Some of the stories he tells of transformed lives is amazing. Another friend from Renton, Washington shared with me about the hundreds of new people coming to their church, and so many of them coming to the Lord for the first time. Another friend from Tulsa, Oklahoma told me about their new senior pastor and his passion for new converts. They had less than 5 people saved in the past 15 years. In the year that their new pastor has been at their church, they are averaging 5-7 people come to Christ every single Sunday.
Even though we are the number crunchers, the building supervisors and church managers, there is a spiritual depth and hunger that is so refreshing. I'm praying that next year I can sit with my administrator buddies and say "let me tell you about WCAG..."
Now I must admit, this conference must be similar to a computer technicians conference. It is kind of geeky with a church administrator twist. I spent the week with several Assemblies of God administrators. Most of them are from churches that are quite a bit larger than ours. The thing that stood out to me is that we all love our churches (people) dearly, and would do anything to see God move among our people in a marvelous way. Even though we are responsible for the management and financial well being of the church, seeing God move in people's lives is way more important. One of my good friends, David Wagner, from Orange, Texas is from a church that has had an ongoing revival for at least two years. Some of the stories he tells of transformed lives is amazing. Another friend from Renton, Washington shared with me about the hundreds of new people coming to their church, and so many of them coming to the Lord for the first time. Another friend from Tulsa, Oklahoma told me about their new senior pastor and his passion for new converts. They had less than 5 people saved in the past 15 years. In the year that their new pastor has been at their church, they are averaging 5-7 people come to Christ every single Sunday.
Even though we are the number crunchers, the building supervisors and church managers, there is a spiritual depth and hunger that is so refreshing. I'm praying that next year I can sit with my administrator buddies and say "let me tell you about WCAG..."
Saturday, July 17, 2010
This Weather Is Amazing
A lot of the country is experiencing a blistering heatwave. Here in St. Louis, it's heat combined with humidity. The temperature today was 94 here in Ballwin where we live, but the heat index pushed it up to 105. There is a heat advisory for tomorrow, more of the same.
I watched parts of the Cardinals - Dodgers baseball game. It was an afternoon game. Everyone looked miserable, the players, the umpires, the fans. I was even miserable and I was inside. The AC unit in our house is original to our 30 year old house. With the combination of heat and humidity, it doesn't get below 80 degrees inside until later in the evening. The irony of it all is that yesterday I had a meeting to work on a Christmas script. It's a little hard to think of winter and Christmas in this weather. Although, I must admit, it wasn't that long ago that we were complaining about the cold and hoping that spring was around the corner. I guess we're all funny that way, when its hot-wishing for cold, and when its freezing-hoping for warmth.
Being content means adapting to the circumstances and doing the things we need to do, regardless of our environment. Last Tuesday I worked about 3 hours in my backyard. When I came in, every inch of the clothes I was wearing was wet with sweat. Not just damp, yucky wet. I kept trying to find someone to hug in the house but everyone kept running away from me. After I had showered and cooled down, I was glad for the work I had done, regardless of the weather. Content... Fall will be here before long, football games will be played, leaves will start to turn yellow and red and one nippy evening I'll smell the first fire of the season in one of my neighbor's fireplace. Until then, bring on the heat.
I watched parts of the Cardinals - Dodgers baseball game. It was an afternoon game. Everyone looked miserable, the players, the umpires, the fans. I was even miserable and I was inside. The AC unit in our house is original to our 30 year old house. With the combination of heat and humidity, it doesn't get below 80 degrees inside until later in the evening. The irony of it all is that yesterday I had a meeting to work on a Christmas script. It's a little hard to think of winter and Christmas in this weather. Although, I must admit, it wasn't that long ago that we were complaining about the cold and hoping that spring was around the corner. I guess we're all funny that way, when its hot-wishing for cold, and when its freezing-hoping for warmth.
Being content means adapting to the circumstances and doing the things we need to do, regardless of our environment. Last Tuesday I worked about 3 hours in my backyard. When I came in, every inch of the clothes I was wearing was wet with sweat. Not just damp, yucky wet. I kept trying to find someone to hug in the house but everyone kept running away from me. After I had showered and cooled down, I was glad for the work I had done, regardless of the weather. Content... Fall will be here before long, football games will be played, leaves will start to turn yellow and red and one nippy evening I'll smell the first fire of the season in one of my neighbor's fireplace. Until then, bring on the heat.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Like Father, Like Son
On Father's day I wrote a blog about my dad, actually for my dad. For the past several years he has had a lot of difficulty with his hearing and it is almost impossible to communicate much beyond a greeting. I wanted him to read my thoughts about him. I've also been thinking a lot about him because he is having some serious health problems. Yesterday I caught myself doing something that I must have picked up by observation, or maybe it's built into my genes. I picked up a magazine and started reading it from the back to the front. Why would I do that? Because that's how my dad reads a magazine. I have found myself doing this over and over again. I have never asked him why he does that. Why do I? Another interesting thing that has stuck with me for my entire life is the idea of not littering. From as early as I can remember, my dad always told me, "use the trash can". "If you have a gum wrapper to throw away, and there isn't a trash can nearby, put it in your pocket and throw it away later." To this day, I cannot roll down my car window and throw anything out, even a gum wrapper.
Here's another interesting one, when we were driving, and my dad made an unusual driving maneuver, like passing a car on a two lane road, or speeding up to get away from someone, or having a rare moment of road rage, after the incident was over, he would always cough. Guess who else does that? Yup, I have caught myself time and time again coughing after a driving maneuver that was out of the ordinary. I remember my sister Lori, after doing something just like my dad would, telling me in frustration, "I'm just like dad." It must have been something she would have liked to change. In other blogs I've told you about "sweeping the street", "dressing up" and other ways that I have imitated my dad, either because I wanted to or because that is the way it is.
Ephesians 5:1-2 says Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. Just like I have imitated my dad in so many ways, good and not so good, how much more do I want to imitate my heavenly Papa. Oh Lord, help me to walk so close to you that I pick up your mannerisms, your character, all the things that you want me to be. May someone say, "he's just like his Dad."
Here's another interesting one, when we were driving, and my dad made an unusual driving maneuver, like passing a car on a two lane road, or speeding up to get away from someone, or having a rare moment of road rage, after the incident was over, he would always cough. Guess who else does that? Yup, I have caught myself time and time again coughing after a driving maneuver that was out of the ordinary. I remember my sister Lori, after doing something just like my dad would, telling me in frustration, "I'm just like dad." It must have been something she would have liked to change. In other blogs I've told you about "sweeping the street", "dressing up" and other ways that I have imitated my dad, either because I wanted to or because that is the way it is.
Ephesians 5:1-2 says Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love, just as Christ loved us and gave himself up for us as a fragrant offering and sacrifice to God. Just like I have imitated my dad in so many ways, good and not so good, how much more do I want to imitate my heavenly Papa. Oh Lord, help me to walk so close to you that I pick up your mannerisms, your character, all the things that you want me to be. May someone say, "he's just like his Dad."
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
My Bucket List
A fun movie is The Bucket List, featuring actors Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. In the movie they meet in the hospital, each one finding out they have terminal illnesses. They compose a "bucket list" - things they want to do before they "kick the bucket." Throughout the movie they bring out a page from a yellow legal pad and cross off each event as they complete it. They set off on a world wide adventure of their lives. The movie is worth renting.
In this morning's Bible reading, King David was getting some of the things done in his kingdom that had been desires of his heart. He had wanted to build a temple, but God told him otherwise. He wanted to bring the ark of the covenant to Jerusalem, but the first attempt had ended in disaster. In today's reading, David is successful in his attempt to bring the ark to Jerusalem and place it in a special tent that he had built. I wonder if David had a bucket list? As you read through the account of his life, it seemed like there were a lot of things he tried to accomplish at the end of his days.
As I thought about this passage of scripture that I had just read, I thought about my own life. I have been a husband for almost 36 years, (August 9th), a father for 34 years, a pastor for 36 years. If my good health continues, I would like to work full time for 8 more years. For the most part, my life has been fairly predictable. So what would be on my bucket list? If I could had the time and resources, what would be at the top of my list. Without a doubt, number one would be to spend some time in Israel. I would love to see the land of the Savior. I would also like to have enough time to spend in a missions project somewhere in the world where my work would have a lasting impact. I would love to spend some time with a struggling congregation, helping them to heal and get back on their feet. Maybe in a small Colorado or Oregon town with a trout stream running through it. I would enjoy going back to Alaska and fishing for salmon or steelhead in one or more of Alaska's majestic rivers. Perhaps flying into the roadless wilderness where few people visit. I would like to record a second piano project, probably a Christmas project.
How about you? Do you have a list? Let's see, I think I have a yellow legal pad somewhere around here...
In this morning's Bible reading, King David was getting some of the things done in his kingdom that had been desires of his heart. He had wanted to build a temple, but God told him otherwise. He wanted to bring the ark of the covenant to Jerusalem, but the first attempt had ended in disaster. In today's reading, David is successful in his attempt to bring the ark to Jerusalem and place it in a special tent that he had built. I wonder if David had a bucket list? As you read through the account of his life, it seemed like there were a lot of things he tried to accomplish at the end of his days.
As I thought about this passage of scripture that I had just read, I thought about my own life. I have been a husband for almost 36 years, (August 9th), a father for 34 years, a pastor for 36 years. If my good health continues, I would like to work full time for 8 more years. For the most part, my life has been fairly predictable. So what would be on my bucket list? If I could had the time and resources, what would be at the top of my list. Without a doubt, number one would be to spend some time in Israel. I would love to see the land of the Savior. I would also like to have enough time to spend in a missions project somewhere in the world where my work would have a lasting impact. I would love to spend some time with a struggling congregation, helping them to heal and get back on their feet. Maybe in a small Colorado or Oregon town with a trout stream running through it. I would enjoy going back to Alaska and fishing for salmon or steelhead in one or more of Alaska's majestic rivers. Perhaps flying into the roadless wilderness where few people visit. I would like to record a second piano project, probably a Christmas project.
How about you? Do you have a list? Let's see, I think I have a yellow legal pad somewhere around here...
Monday, July 12, 2010
Hearing the Specific Voice of God
My daily reading this morning was from 1st Chronicles 14. In this chapter there were two accounts of the Philistines coming against David and his troops. Verse nine has the first account; Now the Philistines had come and raided the Valley of Rephaim; so David inquired of God: "Shall I go and attack the Philistines? Will you hand them over to me?" The LORD answered him, "Go, I will hand them over to you." Then, in verse thirteen there is a very interesting exchange between God and David. Once more the Philistines raided the valley; so David inquired of God again, and God answered him, "Do not go straight up, but circle around them and attack them in front of the balsam trees. As soon as you hear the sound of marching in the tops of the balsam trees, move out to battle, because that will mean God has gone out in front of you to strike the Philistine army." So David did as God commanded him, and they struck down the Philistine army, all the way from Gibeon to Gezer.
Wow, what a wonderful relationship that God would give David such very specific directions in order for David's army to achieve victory. I can't tell you all the times I have longed for God's specific instruction like this. While I have been privileged on many occasions to hear from God, never has it been this specific. Generally God has spoken to me through his Word or in my mind to confirm His Word, or confirm a truth I was trying to apply to my life. Is it possible that we can expect God to speak to us with this kind of detail? I think so, after all, David was a human, like me. While he was called a "man after God's own heart", he was still a man, with weaknesses and sin. But he also knew how to seek forgiveness and how to worship his way to God's heart. "Oh God, help me to come into Your presence in such a way that You are able to speak to me in very specific ways."
Wow, what a wonderful relationship that God would give David such very specific directions in order for David's army to achieve victory. I can't tell you all the times I have longed for God's specific instruction like this. While I have been privileged on many occasions to hear from God, never has it been this specific. Generally God has spoken to me through his Word or in my mind to confirm His Word, or confirm a truth I was trying to apply to my life. Is it possible that we can expect God to speak to us with this kind of detail? I think so, after all, David was a human, like me. While he was called a "man after God's own heart", he was still a man, with weaknesses and sin. But he also knew how to seek forgiveness and how to worship his way to God's heart. "Oh God, help me to come into Your presence in such a way that You are able to speak to me in very specific ways."
Thursday, July 8, 2010
One Of Those Milestone Birthdays
Tuesday, July 6th, Kathy celebrated one of those milestone birthdays. She probably doesn't want me to tell which one, but there were two groups of five candles on her cake. In the morning I fixed a brunch for Kathy and our kids. She opened several cards and our gifts. The only thing she had asked for were Barnes & Noble gift cards. She was hoping to get enough on the cards to get a Nook e-book reader. At times, Kathy has trouble holding books because of her battle with fibromyalgia. She thought the Nook would be easier to hold. I had told Kathy that we were having the brunch with our children early in the day so that the two of us could have a birthday dinner by ourselves. I told her we had 6:30 PM reservations. That evening, we left home and made a stop, at a local grocery store bakery to get a cake that I had ordered. I could tell she was a little puzzled. Then we went a little farther and stopped at an Italian market to pick up the salad and pasta that I had ordered. Now she is really confused. Then we drove to one of good friend's home. As we turned the corner onto their street, Kathy proceeded to tell me that our friends were out of town, they had left several days earlier. What she didn't know was that everyone from our small group was at our friend's home. What a fun surprise. Not only was she surprised and got to eat a wonderful Italian meal with good friends, her friends had gone together and purchased a Nook for her. She was quite surprised, and grateful.
It was so much fun to plan this day for my soul mate, my lover, my wife. We have been married for almost 36 years. We have had a wonderful life together and we're looking forward to many more years in the future. The great times have been so much fun and the tough times have only served to cause us to depend on each and our Lord for strength and wisdom. I love to watch Kathy smile and laugh, she did a lot of that on her birthday. Yay...
It was so much fun to plan this day for my soul mate, my lover, my wife. We have been married for almost 36 years. We have had a wonderful life together and we're looking forward to many more years in the future. The great times have been so much fun and the tough times have only served to cause us to depend on each and our Lord for strength and wisdom. I love to watch Kathy smile and laugh, she did a lot of that on her birthday. Yay...
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
An Interesting Contrast
On Sunday we went to downtown St. Louis to see the late afternoon airshow and then the fireworks. Since the airshow airplanes used the Mississippi River as a reference point, I walked out on one of the bridges to get a closeup view. From current military planes to WWII planes to old bi-planes, it was a great show.
About halfway through the airshow, I began to notice small birds that were apparently nesting somewhere on the bridge supports. They would fly out from under the bridge and swoop up and down, almost as if they were mimicking the airplanes above them. After a while it almost became comical to many of us as we watched both the planes and the birds. Now, the planes were spectacular, some more than others, but the birds were just as good. :)
The last military plane was a current fighter jet. Its last pass was very low, 50 feet or so off the river. Just before the next bridge, it went straight up and disappeared in a few seconds. What a demonstration of incredible engineering. As everyone turned back to the river after watching the jet, there were the birds, swooping and doing very acrobatic maneuvers. Pretty cool. What a contrast. It reminded me again that while man has created some amazing things, God's creation is far more amazing.
All in all, it was a great night. Later on the fireworks were spectacular. Happy birthday, America!
About halfway through the airshow, I began to notice small birds that were apparently nesting somewhere on the bridge supports. They would fly out from under the bridge and swoop up and down, almost as if they were mimicking the airplanes above them. After a while it almost became comical to many of us as we watched both the planes and the birds. Now, the planes were spectacular, some more than others, but the birds were just as good. :)
The last military plane was a current fighter jet. Its last pass was very low, 50 feet or so off the river. Just before the next bridge, it went straight up and disappeared in a few seconds. What a demonstration of incredible engineering. As everyone turned back to the river after watching the jet, there were the birds, swooping and doing very acrobatic maneuvers. Pretty cool. What a contrast. It reminded me again that while man has created some amazing things, God's creation is far more amazing.
All in all, it was a great night. Later on the fireworks were spectacular. Happy birthday, America!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Heroes
I went to college with a hero. I had several classes in the building that housed criminal and police studies, sociology, military science, etc. It also housed the San Jose State University ROTC program, and there was a room in that area for students to gather. That is where I met Grady Triplett. He was in the ROTC program and headed for a career in the military. Over the couple of years that I knew Grady, we had a lot of lunches together with other students, talked about a multitude of topics and generally had a good time. Jack In the Box was just down one block from this building, so we had many Jumbo Jacks with cheese...
Grady graduated in 1971 and was assigned to a platoon headed for Viet Nam. At this time he was a 1st Lieutenant in the Army. I don't think that Grady ever thought about being a hero, at least we never talked about it. He was a normal college student, eager to graduate and serve his country and to make a career of it. Shortly after arriving in Viet Nam he was shot in the neck by a sniper on August 17, 1972. He probably never even knew what happened.
If you go to the Viet Nam veterans memorial in Washington D.C., you see this incredibly long wall with hundreds of names on each obelisk. When I have had the opportunity to be in our nation's capitol, I have always tried to go to this memorial. I make sure I stop at panel 01W and count down to line 67. His name is there, Grady Thomas Triplett, my friend, and my hero. Even now as I'm writing this, I'm tearing up, 38 years later. Some things you never forget.
On this 4th of July, 2010, we can't forget those who gave the supreme sacrifice for us. Thank you, Grady.
Grady graduated in 1971 and was assigned to a platoon headed for Viet Nam. At this time he was a 1st Lieutenant in the Army. I don't think that Grady ever thought about being a hero, at least we never talked about it. He was a normal college student, eager to graduate and serve his country and to make a career of it. Shortly after arriving in Viet Nam he was shot in the neck by a sniper on August 17, 1972. He probably never even knew what happened.
If you go to the Viet Nam veterans memorial in Washington D.C., you see this incredibly long wall with hundreds of names on each obelisk. When I have had the opportunity to be in our nation's capitol, I have always tried to go to this memorial. I make sure I stop at panel 01W and count down to line 67. His name is there, Grady Thomas Triplett, my friend, and my hero. Even now as I'm writing this, I'm tearing up, 38 years later. Some things you never forget.
On this 4th of July, 2010, we can't forget those who gave the supreme sacrifice for us. Thank you, Grady.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Amazing Stories From the Old Testament
Another great story comes from 2 Kings 4:43-44. Just prior to these verses, the narrative says that the prophet Elisha was meeting with a company of prophets. Must have been a prophets conference. Apparently meals were included in this conference because Elisha was called upon in verse 41 to correct the ingredients in the stew they were having for one of the meals.
In verse 42, the narrative says that twenty loaves of barley bread, along with some heads of new grain were donated for one of the meals. His servant asked, however, "How can I set this before a hundred men?". (apparently the meat & cheese for sandwiches was not donated) Elisha answered, "Give it to the people to eat. For this is what the Lord says: 'They will eat and have some left over.'" The narrative ends this story by saying the they ate and had some left over.
And you thought that Jesus was the first one who fed people without there being sufficient food when the meal started... Here is a wonderful response to a need, and one that didn't require anyone to panic, or try to "fix" the situation. While I realize that this was Elisha, one of the greatest men in the Old Testament, we're talking about here, I don't think this story is here just for us to read and think about how great Elisha was. I believe that it is another reminder that God can provide in ways that do not even occur to us. You may be in the middle of a seemingly unsolvable problem. You have exhausted yourself thinking about a way to "fix" it. You've even helped God along in the process by thinking of ways He could solve the problem for you. It's time to rest, and let God be God.
I have a situation like that right now. It even has a time limit attached to it. I am really trying to trust God in this. Any fix that I have come up with will ultimately hurt us, so I have determined I am not going to "fix" this. Oh God, be God in this situation and do the same for readers of this blog that desperately need to trust You today. Help us to stop fixing and start trusting. Amen.
In verse 42, the narrative says that twenty loaves of barley bread, along with some heads of new grain were donated for one of the meals. His servant asked, however, "How can I set this before a hundred men?". (apparently the meat & cheese for sandwiches was not donated) Elisha answered, "Give it to the people to eat. For this is what the Lord says: 'They will eat and have some left over.'" The narrative ends this story by saying the they ate and had some left over.
And you thought that Jesus was the first one who fed people without there being sufficient food when the meal started... Here is a wonderful response to a need, and one that didn't require anyone to panic, or try to "fix" the situation. While I realize that this was Elisha, one of the greatest men in the Old Testament, we're talking about here, I don't think this story is here just for us to read and think about how great Elisha was. I believe that it is another reminder that God can provide in ways that do not even occur to us. You may be in the middle of a seemingly unsolvable problem. You have exhausted yourself thinking about a way to "fix" it. You've even helped God along in the process by thinking of ways He could solve the problem for you. It's time to rest, and let God be God.
I have a situation like that right now. It even has a time limit attached to it. I am really trying to trust God in this. Any fix that I have come up with will ultimately hurt us, so I have determined I am not going to "fix" this. Oh God, be God in this situation and do the same for readers of this blog that desperately need to trust You today. Help us to stop fixing and start trusting. Amen.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Wouldn't You Like This Recipe
Last Friday my "read the Bible in a year" reading was from 1st Kings 19:1-21. Elijah was running from Ahab and Jezebel. In verse 4, Elijah came to a broom tree, sat down under it and prayed that he might die. "I have had enough, Lord," he said. "Take my life; I am no better than my ancestors" Then he lay down under the tree and fell asleep. Have you ever felt like that? Sometimes going to heaven early seems like a wonderful alternative to dealing with all the issues that seem to come in waves, at times.
But going on, All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat." He looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again. The angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched him and said, "Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you." So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God. What a great response by God to Elijah's request. Instead of taking his life, like Elijah had asked, God prepares a meal for him that gives him strength for a forty day journey. The scriptures do not mention that Elijah stopped to eat, or rest, but traveled non-stop until he reached Horeb. Boy, would I like to have that recipe. That is the "bread of breads". And speaking of the ultimate "bottled water".
At the height of our frustration, at the point of our giving up, God can move in with an answer and direction that we could not even envision. Elijah wanted to die, God had a grander plan. Elijah would have given up, but when God directed Him to Horeb, Eliajh experienced God's glory. Oh Lord, in the midst of my frustration and panic, help me to hear Your voice. Help me hear Your plan, O God, let me experience Your glory.
But going on, All at once an angel touched him and said, "Get up and eat." He looked around, and there by his head was a cake of bread baked over hot coals, and a jar of water. He ate and drank and then lay down again. The angel of the Lord came back a second time and touched him and said, "Get up and eat, for the journey is too much for you." So he got up and ate and drank. Strengthened by that food, he traveled forty days and forty nights until he reached Horeb, the mountain of God. What a great response by God to Elijah's request. Instead of taking his life, like Elijah had asked, God prepares a meal for him that gives him strength for a forty day journey. The scriptures do not mention that Elijah stopped to eat, or rest, but traveled non-stop until he reached Horeb. Boy, would I like to have that recipe. That is the "bread of breads". And speaking of the ultimate "bottled water".
At the height of our frustration, at the point of our giving up, God can move in with an answer and direction that we could not even envision. Elijah wanted to die, God had a grander plan. Elijah would have given up, but when God directed Him to Horeb, Eliajh experienced God's glory. Oh Lord, in the midst of my frustration and panic, help me to hear Your voice. Help me hear Your plan, O God, let me experience Your glory.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Happy Father's Day, Dad
Today is Father's Day. Special lunch, cards, gifts, then on to the 4th of July. Sometimes it seems like special days are just interruptions in our daily routine of living life. However, on a day like today, it is good to pause and thank God for our father's and all that they have contributed to our lives.
Most of what my father has taught me has been by example. I learned by observing him living life like it is supposed to be lived, with a little verbal instruction thrown in every once in a while. And, occasionally a little physical instruction that made an impact on my backside as well as in my thinking. I've written before about life lessons that I live out today and have tried to teach my own children. For instance, when my dad taught me how to care for our yard, the last thing you did was sweep the street. That made the yard look finished, and the job complete. Today, I can't mow our lawn and trim without that last step. The greater life lesson was "complete the job, finish the task."
To this day, my 90 year old father looks sharp, hair neat and combed, moustache trimmed. My children always got a kick out of picking my parents up at the airport when they came for a visit because my father always had a shirt and tie and/or a jacket on. They'd ask, "why is grandpa all dressed up?" The life lesson is always look your best, you'll feel better about yourself and people around you will treat you with respect. It just takes a few extra minutes to be the best you can be.
I remember as a child going to an older lady's house nearly every Saturday morning with my dad. He would chop kindling for her wood burning stove. He would make sure she had enough kindling and wood for a week. I never saw him get any pay for that. She wasn't a relative, and to my knowledge, when she passed away, he never received a thank you from any of her relatives. He simply saw a need and filled it. That has been a huge life lesson.
My dad served in WWII, proudly serving his country, and then came home and lived a productive life, raising a family and serving God. I am so thankful for his legacy and teaching. Now for 34 years its been my turn to be a father. Thanks dad for all the instruction, example, and love. Happy Father's Day! I love you.
Most of what my father has taught me has been by example. I learned by observing him living life like it is supposed to be lived, with a little verbal instruction thrown in every once in a while. And, occasionally a little physical instruction that made an impact on my backside as well as in my thinking. I've written before about life lessons that I live out today and have tried to teach my own children. For instance, when my dad taught me how to care for our yard, the last thing you did was sweep the street. That made the yard look finished, and the job complete. Today, I can't mow our lawn and trim without that last step. The greater life lesson was "complete the job, finish the task."
To this day, my 90 year old father looks sharp, hair neat and combed, moustache trimmed. My children always got a kick out of picking my parents up at the airport when they came for a visit because my father always had a shirt and tie and/or a jacket on. They'd ask, "why is grandpa all dressed up?" The life lesson is always look your best, you'll feel better about yourself and people around you will treat you with respect. It just takes a few extra minutes to be the best you can be.
I remember as a child going to an older lady's house nearly every Saturday morning with my dad. He would chop kindling for her wood burning stove. He would make sure she had enough kindling and wood for a week. I never saw him get any pay for that. She wasn't a relative, and to my knowledge, when she passed away, he never received a thank you from any of her relatives. He simply saw a need and filled it. That has been a huge life lesson.
My dad served in WWII, proudly serving his country, and then came home and lived a productive life, raising a family and serving God. I am so thankful for his legacy and teaching. Now for 34 years its been my turn to be a father. Thanks dad for all the instruction, example, and love. Happy Father's Day! I love you.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Yearning For the Glory of God
The definition of yearning is "a deep longing, especially when accompanied by tenderness or sadness."
I have had the privilege of experiencing the glory of God a couple of times in two churches that we've worked in. The first was in central California in the early 70s. For a period of months there was a wonderful sense of God's presence every time we met. People were saved, baptized in the Holy Spirit, healed and transformed. Interestedly, even though we had prayed for this move of God, after a few months it quietly changed. I wonder if God thought we had experienced everything He had intended for us?
The second time was a church we served in Grand Junction, Colorado in the mid 90s. This was at the height of the revival in Pensacola, Florida. Our pastor and several people from the church attended the revival and on their return, a several week move of God began in our church. Sadly, there was so much opposition to what our pastor wanted to see happen, it eventually resulted in him leaving the pastorate of the church. In spite of the opposition, again, peoples lives were changed, people met God in wonderful ways and people met God for the first time. I regret that I did not get a chance to attend any of the Pensacola services. I have always been hungry for a glimpse of the glory of God. There have been times in my life where I know I have seen a bit of His glory, and heard from him directly, but never in a consistent manner.
18 months ago there was a revival going on in Lakeland, Florida. I had almost made up my mind to make a trip there when it was discovered that the evangelist in charge of the revival had made some poor choices and needed to step out of the ministry for a time. Why is it that when it appears like God is allowing up to glimpse His glory, weird and crazy stuff begins to happen? I think the answer is that our battle is not with "flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the rulers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens." I also realize that notoriety of any kind brings pride and a headiness that is hard to resist. Another element is that I think people get so deperate to catch a glimpse of God's glory that humaness gets in the way and funny things get manufactured.
With all that said, I still have a yearning to know the glory of God. Sometimes I am sad that I am not more diligent in seeking God's face. "Oh Lord, help me dream dreams, see visions, be aware of Your glory. Help me to seek Your face. I want to know You."
I have had the privilege of experiencing the glory of God a couple of times in two churches that we've worked in. The first was in central California in the early 70s. For a period of months there was a wonderful sense of God's presence every time we met. People were saved, baptized in the Holy Spirit, healed and transformed. Interestedly, even though we had prayed for this move of God, after a few months it quietly changed. I wonder if God thought we had experienced everything He had intended for us?
The second time was a church we served in Grand Junction, Colorado in the mid 90s. This was at the height of the revival in Pensacola, Florida. Our pastor and several people from the church attended the revival and on their return, a several week move of God began in our church. Sadly, there was so much opposition to what our pastor wanted to see happen, it eventually resulted in him leaving the pastorate of the church. In spite of the opposition, again, peoples lives were changed, people met God in wonderful ways and people met God for the first time. I regret that I did not get a chance to attend any of the Pensacola services. I have always been hungry for a glimpse of the glory of God. There have been times in my life where I know I have seen a bit of His glory, and heard from him directly, but never in a consistent manner.
18 months ago there was a revival going on in Lakeland, Florida. I had almost made up my mind to make a trip there when it was discovered that the evangelist in charge of the revival had made some poor choices and needed to step out of the ministry for a time. Why is it that when it appears like God is allowing up to glimpse His glory, weird and crazy stuff begins to happen? I think the answer is that our battle is not with "flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the powers, against the rulers of this darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavens." I also realize that notoriety of any kind brings pride and a headiness that is hard to resist. Another element is that I think people get so deperate to catch a glimpse of God's glory that humaness gets in the way and funny things get manufactured.
With all that said, I still have a yearning to know the glory of God. Sometimes I am sad that I am not more diligent in seeking God's face. "Oh Lord, help me dream dreams, see visions, be aware of Your glory. Help me to seek Your face. I want to know You."
Friday, June 11, 2010
Writing A Blog Is An Interesting Process
I wrote my first blog post on February 26, 2008. We had just returned from a building project in Mexico and had taken a few hours to visit an orphanage just outside of Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico. Since I can speak Spanish, I spent some time speaking with the founder of the orphanage, Hermana (sister) Josphina. Since Hermana Josephina only speaks Spanish, it was a priceless opportunity to spend time talking with her because none of our group was fluent in Spanish. I posted a picture of us talking that someone took that afternoon.
Today's blog, June 11, 2010, is number 143. I have written on all kinds of topics. I've told you about my family, our church, spiritual issues, political issues, great moments in my life and not so great times. As you have read my writing, you have discovered my spiritual values, my political leanings, my biases and likes and dislikes. It has been interesting to hear your feedback and the enjoyment many of you have received from reading about childhood memories. Many of my core values were formed by my parents who taught me by having conversations with me, and sometimes more importantly, living lives that clearly demonstrated values that are part of me today.
One of the posts that has been the most fun was when I told you that I had lost my chili pepper connection. I posted a picture of the jar. Within a couple of days I had a gift bag of peppers on my desk. This was followed by a case of peppers from the Choir at our church, and then by others of you who found the peppers in several stores in the St. Louis metro area. Since that post, I have never had to by another jar of Embasa guerito peppers. It also told me that a lot of people read my blog.
Lately, I have felt a prompting of the Holy Spirit to write blogs that are helpful to people caught in the uncertainty of the age we live in. I am caught in this uncertainty. We live in an amazing age, with advances in technology at an all time high. And yet, no one seems happy. Well, that will be a blog topic.
If you are a regular reader, thanks for reading. I hope to keep writing things that will keep bringing you back. Blessings...
Today's blog, June 11, 2010, is number 143. I have written on all kinds of topics. I've told you about my family, our church, spiritual issues, political issues, great moments in my life and not so great times. As you have read my writing, you have discovered my spiritual values, my political leanings, my biases and likes and dislikes. It has been interesting to hear your feedback and the enjoyment many of you have received from reading about childhood memories. Many of my core values were formed by my parents who taught me by having conversations with me, and sometimes more importantly, living lives that clearly demonstrated values that are part of me today.
One of the posts that has been the most fun was when I told you that I had lost my chili pepper connection. I posted a picture of the jar. Within a couple of days I had a gift bag of peppers on my desk. This was followed by a case of peppers from the Choir at our church, and then by others of you who found the peppers in several stores in the St. Louis metro area. Since that post, I have never had to by another jar of Embasa guerito peppers. It also told me that a lot of people read my blog.
Lately, I have felt a prompting of the Holy Spirit to write blogs that are helpful to people caught in the uncertainty of the age we live in. I am caught in this uncertainty. We live in an amazing age, with advances in technology at an all time high. And yet, no one seems happy. Well, that will be a blog topic.
If you are a regular reader, thanks for reading. I hope to keep writing things that will keep bringing you back. Blessings...
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
Well, actually it isn't...I just needed a good title. Actually, though, if the lightning bugs would line up in a straight line, it might look like mini-lights outside.
I've been listening to new Christmas music for a couple of weeks. Last night I had a Christmas listening marathon, listening to musicals and individual songs. I spent some time thinking about presenting the timeless story this year again with our Choir, Orchestra, ensembles and drama group. As I read the lyrics of many of these songs, it reminded me again of the wonderful story of Christ's coming that never gets old. When you take some time to meditate on the story, I think the Holy Spirit gives us some insight that makes the story even more personal.
For instance, have you wondered about the task that the angel Gabriel had to carry out? He made the announcement to Mary about the baby that was going to be born by her. Can you imagine his confusion when he thought about his Lord, so vast that the universe could not contain Him, but now small enough to fit in a womb. Hands that formed the universe would now be tiny and almost useless. The creator of language that would have to be taught the words to communicate with His parents. Did Mary know she would be feeding the King of Kings and Lord of Lords? (I wonder if He ever threw cereal on the floor) Do you think Gabriel paced around in indecision as he pondered the message he was to deliver about someone he knew so differently?
I imagine that Gabriel was always fairly close to Jesus as he grew up. Protecting him, watching for danger, making sure that Jesus was well cared for. He may not have totally understood the plan, but he did know the Savior. I imagine that many times a day, perhaps under his breath, Gabriel could be heard singing the words, "Glory to God in the highest."
Enough thinking, back to the next song. I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas.
I've been listening to new Christmas music for a couple of weeks. Last night I had a Christmas listening marathon, listening to musicals and individual songs. I spent some time thinking about presenting the timeless story this year again with our Choir, Orchestra, ensembles and drama group. As I read the lyrics of many of these songs, it reminded me again of the wonderful story of Christ's coming that never gets old. When you take some time to meditate on the story, I think the Holy Spirit gives us some insight that makes the story even more personal.
For instance, have you wondered about the task that the angel Gabriel had to carry out? He made the announcement to Mary about the baby that was going to be born by her. Can you imagine his confusion when he thought about his Lord, so vast that the universe could not contain Him, but now small enough to fit in a womb. Hands that formed the universe would now be tiny and almost useless. The creator of language that would have to be taught the words to communicate with His parents. Did Mary know she would be feeding the King of Kings and Lord of Lords? (I wonder if He ever threw cereal on the floor) Do you think Gabriel paced around in indecision as he pondered the message he was to deliver about someone he knew so differently?
I imagine that Gabriel was always fairly close to Jesus as he grew up. Protecting him, watching for danger, making sure that Jesus was well cared for. He may not have totally understood the plan, but he did know the Savior. I imagine that many times a day, perhaps under his breath, Gabriel could be heard singing the words, "Glory to God in the highest."
Enough thinking, back to the next song. I Want a Hippopotamus For Christmas.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
God's Incredible Creation
I am constantly amazed at God's creation. Creation that goes on despite any input from us. Creation that has been in existence from the beginning of time, and will go throughout eternity. The picture on the left is of a plant in the lily family that the former owners of our house planted. It comes up every year, just like clockwork. This year it has four beautiful blooms. Some years it has only had one. I purchased some caladium bulbs this year and planted them in various places. They are the ugliest bulbs you can imagine, but they come up in such a unique way. First a shoot comes up, it thickens and then begins to open. The caladium leaves in the picture have only been open this way for about three days. I have several others in various stages of opening, each one so different. Do you suppose that God took the time to design each plant, each flower, each vegetable? Do you think that the "days" of creation were actually longer time periods in which God took the time to design everything we see in a unique way?For quite a while, the wallpaper on my work computer has been the Sombrero galaxy. Google "Hubble telescope" and search their site for a picture of it. It is a phenomenal example of one of God's huge creations.
So here we are, just a "vapor" in the span of time. Preoccupied with the economy, our jobs, raising our families, worried about the future, and on and on. And yet in my yard I have a wonderful example of God's word when He said in Matthew 6:28, "And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin". The beautiful lily you see above is just there, pointing me to God and His infinite resources, His wonderful presence and His unqualified love for me. Maybe before I check my checking account balance tonight I'll go out and have another look at that lily.
Sunday, June 6, 2010
A Wonderful Privilege
Majesty, Majesty. Your grace has found me just as I am. Empty handed but alive in Your hands. Majesty, Majesty. Forever I am changed by Your love, in the presence of Your Majesty, Majesty.
I love to lead and play this Michael W. Smith version of the song Majesty. It has a great melody line and beautiful chords. I have the wonderful privilege to be a worship leader, and a piano player. Sometimes I think I can worship better as a pianist than a singer. I am a mediocre singer, at best, but I am so grateful for the gift of playing the piano. For those of you who are not musicians, there are different ways of playing an instrument, and proficiency has nothing to do with it. Some musicians never get beyond the mechanical technique of playing. Others can only play with music in front of them and are limited to what the printed music allows them to play. I believe God gave me the gift of interpreting the printed music in a creative way that expresses worship in both a very personal way as well as shared with an entire congregation. One of the absolute joys of the past eight years has been to creatively worship with my friend, Jonathan Gathman. He is one of most creative musicians I have ever known. At times, the blending of his improvising on his cello and my piano playing would surprise us. There were times when we were playing for the prayer time at the conclusion of our Sunday evening service, that we would be stunned by the music that we produced. I really believe that the Holy Spirit anointed us in a manner that produced music that was beyond our ability to arrange or devise on our own. Sadly, that service doesn't exist anymore, so that opportunity does not exist any longer.
Worshipping God in playing is such a wonderful privilege. Thank you, Lord, for parents who sacrificed to give me piano lessons. Thank you as well for a teacher who taught me to improvise early on in my learning to play. Thank you West County Assembly of God for the opportunity to let me lead you in worship, and to play for you, and Him.
I love to lead and play this Michael W. Smith version of the song Majesty. It has a great melody line and beautiful chords. I have the wonderful privilege to be a worship leader, and a piano player. Sometimes I think I can worship better as a pianist than a singer. I am a mediocre singer, at best, but I am so grateful for the gift of playing the piano. For those of you who are not musicians, there are different ways of playing an instrument, and proficiency has nothing to do with it. Some musicians never get beyond the mechanical technique of playing. Others can only play with music in front of them and are limited to what the printed music allows them to play. I believe God gave me the gift of interpreting the printed music in a creative way that expresses worship in both a very personal way as well as shared with an entire congregation. One of the absolute joys of the past eight years has been to creatively worship with my friend, Jonathan Gathman. He is one of most creative musicians I have ever known. At times, the blending of his improvising on his cello and my piano playing would surprise us. There were times when we were playing for the prayer time at the conclusion of our Sunday evening service, that we would be stunned by the music that we produced. I really believe that the Holy Spirit anointed us in a manner that produced music that was beyond our ability to arrange or devise on our own. Sadly, that service doesn't exist anymore, so that opportunity does not exist any longer.
Worshipping God in playing is such a wonderful privilege. Thank you, Lord, for parents who sacrificed to give me piano lessons. Thank you as well for a teacher who taught me to improvise early on in my learning to play. Thank you West County Assembly of God for the opportunity to let me lead you in worship, and to play for you, and Him.
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