Sermon Recap--"The Moment of Truth"

Throughout history there have been many party games and game shows that focus on some sort of Truth. There was the popular game--"Truth or Consequences" and "To Tell the Truth", we even played "Truth or Dare" as kids and young adults. There is a new game show on now that is called "The Moment of Truth." The premise of the show is that the contestant has been hooked up to a lie detection device and asked a lot of questions. All they have to do to win a ton of money is to have there answers revealed before a live and national audience. The more answers that they truthfully complete, the more money they make. These are terrible questions like, "Do you think you are a better mom than your own mother?" Guess who is asking the question---that's right, it is the MOM. I cannot even watch this show because it makes Sarah ask me a bunch of questions that are foolish and often unanswerable--plus, I am not getting any money for it!!

Some of the TRUTH questions that have caused the most havoc on the show are:

Have you ever had sex to move up on the job?

Have you ever cheated on your wife?

If you knew you could cheat on your wife and get away with it...would you?

Do you regret breaking up with your last boyfriend?

If he wanted you back--would you leave your current boyfriend?

Does your mom meddle too much in your marriage?

Do you hate your mother in law?

Have you ever stolen anything from work?

Just watching these people squirm and sweat and lose their friends, family, and reputation for a few thousand dollars is beyond reason to me. Most of the contestants stop when they win 100,000 bucks. After taxes that is 50,000 and after the divorce it is 25,000 before lawyers fees. TRUTH is we are a GREEDY society.

Jesus speaks to us about truth when he says to us in John 14 the following:

"Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God ; trust also in me. In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going." Thomas said to him, "Lord, we don't know where you are going, so how can we know the way?" Jesus answered, "I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me.

Jesus defines himself as the TRUTH, the WAY, and the LIFE. Thomas is involved in a "moment of truth" when he is face to face with Jesus. Jesus tells Thomas that he does not need a GPS to get to heaven--as a follower of Jesus, his life and eternity is secured. Jesus will return and secure all those who are his.

Think about all the cross road decisions, moments of truth that we see in the scripture:

Adam and Eve in the garden

Noah building the ark

Abraham and Isaac at the altar

Daniel in the lions den

David and Bathsheeba

The woman at the well

Peter denying Christ

Some made great decisions in the moment of truth and some did not.

Now--think about your life, as I think about mine. Each day we too encounter moments of truth. Opportunities in life to walk as Children of TRUTH and LIFE that know the WAY through the pitfalls and landmines. Sometimes we navigate them easily, and sometimes we stumble.

This too is a moment of truth. This is a time to realize how sinful we are, but yet how gracious Christ is. He calls to us this day:

If you confess, I will forgive.

If you believe--I will increase your faith.

If you listen, I will speak.

I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, and THE LIFE---In me, all things are possible.

Readings for March

1- Becoming Conversant with the Emerging Church by D.A. Carson

Carson presents a conservative argument and explanation of the Emerging Church movement. If you are reading Books by McLaren, Burke, and the rest of the leaders of this movement--it is always good to read something that is being volleyed back from the opposite side of the net. Carson brought up some very valid points, and I see this as a good read. I give it 3.5 stars.

2- The Shack by William P. Young

I usually do not read Christian fiction. No, I am not being a snob or anything, I just never really got into it. My father in law has been talking about Christian fiction for years, and I still avoided it. Maybe I need to listen more? Sorry Gramps!

This one was sent to me by a great friend and since I value his opinion, I was morally obligated to read the darn thing. Especially since he would ask me how I liked it!!

The first 10 pages, I was angry that he sent it--but then I fell into it and LOVED it.

So, thanks Scott! You will find things that make you mad, and you may have some theological issues depending on your "stances". It is a book that makes you think, and that is something that is lacking in many of our lives. I give it 4.25 stars.

So, Scott--I am looking for something that starts horrible and ends well to recommend for you!

Sermon Recap- "Exposed"

Some of my sermons could not be preached at the First Baptist Church, or First Methodist Church, or while wearing a formal, black Genevan Gown in the First Presbyterian pulpit. Each week, I try to share my life and attempt to find out what God is saying to us all through those events. This week, has been a bit awkward.

I visited my mom this past week, and not too long after arrival, I noticed a large knot. It kept getting larger and became throbbingly painful. I knew that I needed to go to visit a local doctor, but since I did not have one of my own, the urgent care clinic was my destination.

Now this seems like a pretty simple and straightforward story, but from the sermon title, you will quickly understand that this was not a pleasant experience for me. The bump was in a "sensitive" spot, below the waist that generally is not viewed by a lot of people. If you need more info, it was front side, below waist, awkwardness. Now, we are on the same page. See, I told you this sermon would not "fly" at a formal church. (Laughter erupts)

So, once I get in the room, I tell the nurse what is going on. Her reply, "Oh my!" Just what I was thinking myself. She said, "The Doc will be right in to check that out."

He came in and move me to a surgical area. He did what docs do with lumps in that area, and then he called the nurse in to help with the gauze packing and taping. He gave me instructions, gave her instructions and left the room.

I could hear the buzz of the fluorescent lights as the awkwardness enveloped us.

She said, "I see that you are from Myrtle Beach, What brings you here?" I felt like she was wanting to make small talk. Although I was in no mood for talking at all, especially after the shot I had just received. I explained that I was visiting my mom and that she was so happy to be spending time with my 6 year old son. Hoping this would end the small talk, but quickly finding out that the person gawking at a place ungawked at often was quite the chatterbox.

"So what do you do, at the beach?"

I sighed and replied, "I am a chaplain."

"Well, let me ask you a question chaplain--Do ya mind?"

Since I was being held captive, I had no choice--"No, that is fine, go ahead."

"Well, I was married for 30 years and my husband cheated on me. We divorced and a year later he got prostate cancer. I think he got what he deserved. Yep, I think God punished him because of what he did. What do you think, Chaplain?"

Now, I am in trouble, she has me in a precarious situation. Before I tell you my response, I ask you, "What would you say?"

Well, the scripture speaks to us about things such as this. In the form of a Narrative, we learn about the kind of relationship Jesus wants with us. Let's look closely and see what there is to learn.

Luke 10: 38-42

“As Jesus and his disciples were on their way, he came to a village where a woman named Martha opened her home to him. She had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord’s feet listening to what he said. But Martha was distracted by all the preparations that had to be made. She came to him and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me to do the work by myself? Tell her to help me!” “Martha, Martha,” the Lord answered, “you are worried and upset about many things, but only one thing is needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.”

The nurse that was patching me up, was a Martha. Her idea of rightness with Jesus was being busy doing good things. Martha was expected by the society in which she lived to be about working and preparing. She became indignant when Mary was comfortable sitting in the presence of Christ. A relationship with Christ is not about DOING, it is about BEING. We are to BE His.

On the way home from the upstate, a jeep passed me going super fast. It had written on the back and sides, "My soldier is coming home today." I am not sure of the drivers name, but she reminded my of Mary. With every part of her being she longed to be in the presence of the ONE who loved her. He was hers, and she was his. It is all about the BEING!

Now, BEING in Christ should lead to an outpouring of DOING. But we can never base our worth to God on how faithful we are. If that is the case, then our salvation is a work. That would make the work of Christ on the cross to be insignificant. But if our relationship with God rests firmly in our BEING one that Christ redeemed...now that is where TRUTH stands.

Because we are redeemed, then our lives should reflect love, grace and forgiveness. But because of Christ death, when God looks at us, He sees Perfection. Jesus blood, covers us, he took the wrath of God for us. See...it is all about BEING his.

So, what did I tell the nurse? What I just told you, in a simpler form. Relationships are never easy, we all fail each other--even when having the greatest and best of intentions. Sickness is an effect of living in a sinful and fallen world, and that God is not a scorekeeper. If God did keep score, none of us would be spared. Jesus already paid all that debt for his children.

I went back in a few days later. The lady was a different person. She seemed to be free from her anger. When she patched me up after the doc checked me out, she said, "Where do you preach, Chaplain."

I answered her, wondering what was next.

"I will check you out when I come to the beach," was the reply.

The Gospel--the Naked truth of the love of Christ--is the only way to "expose" us to the lavish love of God.

That, my friends is Good News.

Easter Sermon Recap--Look it's a ___________!

Easter Morning brought great crowds again to the Apache Pier. We served communion to 500 people on this windy and chilly Easter morning.

This past week, I was part of a teacher brigade that took Autistic children to the Ripley's Aquarium. I am not sure how many of you have spent any time there, but it is a very neat place. We wandered from exhibit to exhibit checking out the horseshoe crabs, sharks, sting-rays, eels, and turtles. One of the most beautiful sections is the section of "Rainbow" fish. Kids stood there with their mouths agape as they watched the brilliant yellows, bright blues, and vibrant golds and silvers dash about the tank. There was even a fish with a Clemson orange fin, that he used for defense. It was amazing standing beside the children and watching them take it all in.

One of our little ones yelled out at the rest of the crew, "Look, it's a TV!!" The entire group then traded in the amazing display of nature for a digital image on a 50 inch screen. Missing the real for something else, I wonder if that ever happened in the scripture?

John 20:11-18 reads this way:

Mary was standing outside the tomb crying, and as she wept, she stooped and looked in. She saw two white-robed angels sitting at the head and foot of the place where the body of Jesus had been lying.

“Why are you crying?” the angels asked her.

“Because they have taken away my Lord,” she replied, “and I don't know where they have put him.”

She glanced over her shoulder and saw someone standing behind her.

It was Jesus, but she didn't recognize him.

“Why are you crying?” Jesus asked her. “Who are you looking for?” She thought he was the gardener.

“Sir,” she said, “if you have taken him away, tell me where you have put him, and I will go and get him.”

“Mary!” Jesus said.

She turned toward him and exclaimed, “Teacher!”

Amazingly, exactly what Mary was looking for was right beside her. She allowed the frustration and anxiety of the moment to keep her from immediately recognizing Christ.

On Thursday, my 5 year old son dyed Easter eggs in his class. His egg was the best! No, I am not making this up, the teacher actually told me. The egg was perfect, colored purple on one side and red on the other. He was so excited. He was running around the class showing this prized egg to all his friends. He held it a bit too tightly and....the shell cracked. He wailed, he cried. The world was over, "Humpty Dumpty" style. His two teachers tried to calm him down, to no avail. Douglas said, "This is horrible, I guess we have to cancel Easter." (Laughter all around)

The teachers had informed me of the story, and I wanted to try to make everything OK. Sometimes I seem to make things worse, but I keep trying. When we all arrived home, I asked Douglas to show me his egg. He acted like he was going to cry again. I asked him to tell me what happened.

"Dad, my egg was the best and I broke it. This is bad, we have to cancel Easter!"

"Douglas, let's look closely at this egg. Can you help me?"

"Yes, Dad."

"Lets pull this broken shell off the egg. I will get it started, is that OK?"

"OK, Dad, Can I help you?"

"Sure"

We pulled off the cracked colored shell and I got down a small plate from the cupboard. I dusted the bottom with salt and pepper and we ate the egg together.

"This is yummy, Dad"

"Do we need to cancel Easter, Douglas?"Things seem to be OK."

"Here Dad, have another bite"

So, here we are about to approach the table of Christ this morning with broken lives. He calls to us and reminds us of how nothing is beyond his repair. What is broken in our lives? Relationships, Marriages, finances, our career, our relationship with God, all of these---can be made new.

This morning, as you look over the ocean to the horizon, you see the sun peeking out. Another reminder from God, that he makes all things new.

May we prepare our hearts to celebrate the mystery of Communion.

Easter is not over!! Christ says to us, "This is my body, broken for you. He whispers on this chilly morning, "This is my blood poured out as ransom for all who believe."

Happy Easter! He is Here, my prayer is that we are able to recognize Him.

Sermon Recap--Who we are and what we do

Sorry for the extended layoff from bloggerdom. Many legitimate reasons, none of which you care to hear.

I cannot possibly type in 4 weeks worth of sermons, so I will providing a general overview of the sermons on the nature and function of the church.

Week 1 was an emphasis on worship. This is the primary function of the church. Many seem to place the focus on evangelism, but in my opinion the most important function of the body of Christ is to be a community centered on worshipping God and living a life of enjoying that relationship that we have been graciously given. All other functions of the church flow from our life of worship. Missing worship(the primary) chokes life for the other functions(the secondary). Those functions are fellowship, evangelism, discipleship and ministry.

What do we think of when we hear the word, worship? So many facets play into the makings of a "service of worship."

What kind of music is a question that people ask? Some churches sing Psalms only, some love the old hymns, some like contemporary music, some chant, some like praise and worship. Some churches have full choirs, some use praise teams, some have bands, some have piano only, some have only an organ, some have both. Some churches play hand bells, some play harmonicas and banjos. We use a karaoke machine. Some churches play no music--only using their voices to worship God.

What about the setting in which the service is held? Some churches use colors to signify the "season" of the church year, while some worship areas never change. Some burn incense, while some do not. Some allow children into the assembly during the sermon, while others banish them to another area of the building.

What about the sermon? Some are full of hell fire and damnation, while others are full of warm fuzzies. Some sermons are expository, while some are topical. Some sermons are narrative in nature and some are not.

So--what is worship anyway. What is the church?

The church is those whom Christ has redeemed from their sins. We are the ones who have been called by the spirit from a life of darkness into a marvelous light.

The church is NOT a building--but are simply--broken people in the process of being molded into the image of Jesus.


Worship is the act of gathering together and focusing our attention on God. We focus on the blessings of salvation and life eternal. We focus on the needs that God meets each moment. We focus on our sin and need of confession and forgiveness. We sing praises to God. We look into the scripture for a word from him. We partake in the sacraments and experience the mysteries of God. God is worthy of worship even if He has done nothing at all for us. But, oh...he has done so much!

Only by being a people of worship, can we become a people of fellowship, evangelism, discipleship and ministry.


The second sermon dealt with discipleship. We are to make disciples. How is this done? I used event from school the previous week. There is one child where positive affirmation is what makes her behave correctly. When she is doing the right thing, I give her a Skittle. It is amazing what someone can be taught when they want something. I have taught her to say, "Go Tigers" when she gets and orange one and "Boo Gamecocks" when she gets a red one. But the best part is that by using these skittles I have taught her table manners and proper classroom procedures too.

Many Christians need affirmation and encouragement too. We must find ways to find people doing good things and give them praise. It is an amazing tool.

The other side of teaching/discipleship was also proven this week. There was a little guy who would not let me hold his hand when we entered the hall. He would yell and scream and cry every time I grabbed it. But, if I did not have his hand, he would run down the hall at breakneck speed. So what did I do?

I tried to be gentle and kind and rational and lavish him with love and praise. None of this helped. So, he flopped in the floor and I accidentally stepped on his hand. (I PROMISE IT WAS NOT ON PURPOSE.) The tears flowed and after wiping them off, I was able to explain to him that that would not happen if he would just walk down the hall in an orderly manner. I was not there to hurt him, I only wanted to help him. Guess what? No other issues this week after that "stepping" experience.

Some people need a step experience in the disciple making process. We know who we are to be, we know when we are flat out disobeying God, and sometimes an attitude adjustment is necessary. But before that is delivered, we better have the proper relationship with that person.

What is the proper approach? Well, some ministers and church folks spend too much time stepping on people. Some give out skittles all the time and never say anything negative. I think the proper approach is an attempt to do both.

In my ministry, I am a skittle person, but there is time that if I have the relationship with the individual, I will be able to do a little stepping. However--I must be willing to have a little stepping applied to my life too. That is the hard part.

We, as the church, should be in the process of helping someone grow as a follower of Christ and also be in the process of being discipled ourselves.


Another function of the church is fellowship. It is interesting that many churches place a premium on fellowship. Every night of the week is another opportunity for a meal, or a small group gathering, or a softball game. These are great things, but great care must be placed that fellowship is not a "primary" instead of a secondary. One of my favorite pastors, Rev. Henry Stanford, once said in a sermon, "It is a shame when we can pack out a gym for an ice cream social and only have 5 people here to visit the lost and sick." The title of his sermon was "Keep the Main thing the Main thing." I understand the point--he is saying that evangelism should take a more important place than fellowship. I think it should be worship as primary, and all of the remaining 4 as equal parts-if we are taking the mathematical pie chart approach.
Fellowship is a funny thing. You cannot force it, it is impossible to make it happen. When we first were married, I would join Sarah's family at a Holiday function. It was always nice, but afterwards her aunt would ask everyone to gather in the formal dining room to talk. We were all in a large circle looking at each other and it was a most awkward experience. Fellowship was wanted, but it often is a natural outpouring of relationship--not something that can be forced and manipulated.
What is the key to fellowship? I think it rests solely on the fact that we are family. Not in the everyone is related (Old West Va. Joke) kind of way. But we are all a part of the body of Christ. We are all great sinners in the process of becoming saints, and we need to have joy in the fact that we are not alone in the journey. Money is of no consequence, looks do not matter, size of house, educational status, talents or lack thereof is inconsequential. We are equal recipients of His grace. Oh, if we ever forget that---we almost deserve to be kicked out of the family.

Evangelism is something that scares folks to death. Evangelism is not just about going door to door, or yelling on the street corner. It is not about leaving tracts in the bathroom stalls. Who would want to pick them up there anyway. It is not about leaving a "tip" tract on a table with a measly dollar in it. What is evangelism about? SIMPLY THIS...tell the story of Jesus to people that you have a relationship. Just tell them what Your relationship with Christ is like. Be honest, talk about the confusion, talk about the frustration, talk about your times of doubts and questioning. I think they will be surprised by your honesty. But remember, to talk about the miracles that He has worked in your life. Remember to give hope, and tell of the joy and peace that He also gives.
I had a 2 hour phone conversation with a great friend the other night. We talked about this and that for about 15 minutes and then He asked a question about doubting. I shared openly about times of struggle in my own life--and how Christ always met me at that point. I told the story of Grace--and the Spirit used the conversation to do mighty things. Don't peddle Jesus like you are selling a used car. Be honest and listen more than you talk.

Ministry is the last function of the church and thinking about it always brings a chuckle. Coming from a Baptist background, I always heard the word pronounced in a holy and overly revered and exaggerated way, "Menustreee." As in, you are such a fine young man, have you ever considered going into the "menustreee." But I have come to realize that ministry does not depend upon a seminary degree or an abbreviation in front of the name, such as Rev. or Dr.

Ministry is reaching out with love and compassion. The key aspect is that we, as the church, seek to do this in the name of Jesus. We are not to be involved in helping others so that they will think well of us, or speak good things about us. Nor should ministry be an "outreach" opportunity to build or pad our church roles. Ministry is walking beside someone in faith and reaching out to them with the compassion and love of Christ.

What are some examples of ministry that have impressed me lately? Well, I am so glad that you asked!

1- A local church has an outreach to single mothers each year. This church gets cosmetologists and hairdressers to come in and give a day of pampering for these "forgotten" ones in our society. They gets a new hair style, pedicures, manicures, and massages. But most importantly, they realize that God cares for them and the church does too. I like this...a LOT!

2- One of our youth groups that came to do a day camp here a few years ago impressed me, as well. On a rainy day, they went to the Laundromat and gave out rolls of quarters. The message--"God loves you."

3- Some churches tutor in the inner cities, and have instituted a mentoring program. Some churches help with rebuilding projects, some actually visit and care about their elderly.

4- This week, people stuffed eggs for our Easter egg hunt. They could have "ranted" against the non-Christian pagan traditions of egg hunting, but instead they were available and made a difference with their smiling faces and warm hugs.

5- After a cookout this week on the pier, we were cleaning up and had discarded all the remaining food. As soon as it had hit the trash can, one of our maintenance guys walked up, hungry and ready for his lunch. Uh--Oh!

A lady here this morning, pulled out the 2 hot dogs that she was going to take home, and gave them to him. AWESOME STUFF!

The key to ministry is to look for your gifts and then try to pair them up with needs around you.

I ask that you join me in prayer about "true ministry"--we may be surprised where God leads us.

~~~What can we do to minister to the Hispanic community? We must remember that Jesus often put great attention and love on those that were considered to be "outsiders" by the establishment.

~~~Should the church leave social issues to the Government, our should we be impacting these situations with the "hands and feet of Jesus?"

~~~What are your ideas? I would love to hear from you!! richsarah99@sc.rr.com

Sermon Recap-"Check Again?"

This week was a break from the routine, as I spent several days in the upstate of SC. Douglas and I left out on Wednesday morning and returned around lunch time yesterday. Tuesday evening was a whirlwind of packing a few things for Douglas and me. As I was going out to load the car, Sarah asked about a few things for Douglas, I replied, "already packed." She responded, and I noticed a hint of sarcasm as she said, "I am so glad that I have a husband that can take care of himself and our son and I do not have to worry." I continued to take the few things to the car and came back in to pick up my hanging clothes. I had done the proper mental check, running through the clothes and necessities.

Underwear--check.
T-Shirts-check.
Shirts-check
Orange Tie- Check
Geneva Gown-check
deodorant-check

I started moving to the car with the remainder of the stuff and a little voice whispered, "Check again."

I did and I had forgotten to pack my pants. Hmm, that would have made for an interesting funeral.

While at my moms, I grabbed my electric toothbrush and slapped some toothpaste on it. I gave my teeth a big brushing and admired their sparkling whiteness in the mirror. Finishing the job, I looked for the cap to my toothbrush. It is a little plastic piece that slides over the bristles. I looked on the shelf, under the sink, in the sink and all over the bathroom. Glancing over to the lavatory cabinet, I saw my blue towel and resting on top of it was my TOOTHBRUSH. I had spent all this time brushing my teeth with my mom's toothbrush. Uggh, that is disgusting.

So, you see. There are things in life that we think we have under control, but in reality--we need to check again. The church is no different. Perhaps we are fooling ourselves and are walking around pantless and with unclean mouths? Could that be possible?

Thursday was a super emotional day as I made a trip to the Rehabilitation center to visit a friend from my childhood and youth. I shared with you last week about his life and situation. He taught me in church for many years and took the time to take me fishing and bowling and was a great example of sharing Jesus through relationships. On Christmas, mom would make sure she picked him up a little gift from me, Soap on a Rope or a little bottle of Old Spice.

Years pass and mental faculties diminish. He had a wreck a few weeks ago and his Drivers license was revoked. He was severely depressed and walked into his basement and found a pistol.

Placing it under his chin, he steadied his grip, and pulled the trigger.

Fast forward a few weeks and I re-enter the story. The receptionist gave me the room number and I made my way to the second floor. The door was wide open to the room and I entered. It was a semi private room and I looked over to the other side and did not recognize anyone around the patients bed. I turned my focus to the remaining bed in the room. The occupant of bed #1 was also a stranger. I leaned over, and verified the name on the hospital issued ID bracelet. Surprisingly, I had the right room. It was my friend.

I leaned closer and grasped his hand. Above the breathing machine, I could hear him rattle and wheeze. He struggled with the restraints and had uncovered himself by kicking his legs. The diaper was in need of a change. I stayed for a little while, and offered words of encouragement and hope. "Keep fighting...Don't give up...God is not through with you...thank-you for teaching me about Jesus...thanks for the fishing trips."

I offered a prayer and left the room with a dark empty soul. Just a few hours earlier, I had felt so very alive and now I achingly longed for that feeling again.

I entered the elevator and could not wait for the door to shut. I needed to be alone with my thoughts. A hand reached inside the closing door and I was joined by another man about my age. He slid to the back of the elevator and I stayed to the front. We did not speak as we zoomed toward the ground floor. Each of us, however, sighed quite loudly.

Stepping out into the dusky evening, I felt a nudging again. I just wanted to get in my car and leave, but instead, I spoke.

"Being in a place like that sure makes the outside world look a lot different."

"You're right, Do you have a family member here?" He replied.

I explained the reason for my visit and noticed that he had a cross on his shirt with an advertisement for a local church.

"I know this sounds odd, but can I pray with you?"

There in the parking lot of a rehab unit in Spartanburg, SC, two strangers had prayer. We looked again to God for comfort and hope. I wanted to be alone--God wanted me to be a comfort.

As a church, we too need to look again at "why we do what we do." Over the next five weeks we are going to be looking at the church and the parts that make us who we are.Those 5 actions are: Worship, Fellowship, Discipleship, Ministry and Evangelism. I ask that you join me in prayer as we seek to know the answer to the question: Are we "as we should be" or are we pantless?

Look around--God has been doing some great things here over the past 2 years. Many new people are coming and there is a warmth that most churches would die to have. Perhaps we are being called to examine what God is doing among us more closely. If we pray and communicate, we may see God moving us to another level, a new ministry, a new phase. Be prepared for CHANGE. That word causes problems around here. I promise you, we will not make changes just for the sake of change. But we must be willing to follow the nudges of the spirit in our lives.

Check again. We may be surprised what we find.

Sermon Recap (Super Bowl Sunday)- "Foolish"

So, is there anything interesting on TV tonight? (Laughter from the congregation)
How many of you are watching the game? (About 75%)
How many are watching the commercials? (About 82%)

Well, for those of you real football fans, and for the ones that just pretend to be one Sunday a year, this is a pretty big deal. The Patriots are undefeated thus far with a record of 18 wins and 0 losses. There is much conversation about if this team is one of the best ever, they have a pretty quarterback and a wide receiver that has the speed of Nike. For the past six weeks, sports commentators have pontificated and postured concerning the merits of this juggernaut from New England. Rumor is that the Patriots have attempted to secure the patent on the phrase 19-0 and also the phrase "The Perfect Season." To me all this attention is quite foolish.

For one who appreciates the English language and the power of words, the idea of a "perfect season" is foolish and impossible.

What does perfect mean?

Does it mean undefeated?

Does it mean meet all challenges and survive unscathed?

Does it mean winners of some football games?

Perfect means--Without error, no mistakes, no "oops", no "I did not mean to's" , and no "I'm sorry's." Perfect means flawless, without blemish and spot.

I have watched almost all of the Patriot games, and none of them have been perfect. There are always a few overthrows or dropped passes. There are a few fumbles and some missed tackles. There are false starts and holding penalties and a few personal fouls. Missed field goals and shanked punts; I think you understand. The term "perfect" is being used a bit too foolishly and loosely.

Paul talks a bit about foolishness in this mornings scripture passage in 1 Corinthians beginning with verse eighteen.

The message of the cross is foolish to those who are headed for destruction! But we who are being saved know it is the very power of God. As the Scriptures say,"I will destroy the wisdom of the wise and discard the intelligence of the intelligent." So where does this leave the philosophers, the scholars, and the world's brilliant debaters? God has made the wisdom of this world look foolish. Since God in his wisdom saw to it that the world would never know him through human wisdom, he has used our foolish preaching to save those who believe. It is foolish to the Jews, who ask for signs from heaven. And it is foolish to the Greeks, who seek human wisdom. So when we preach that Christ was crucified, the Jews are offended and the Gentiles say it's all nonsense. But to those called by God to salvation, both Jews and Gentiles, Christ is the power of God and the wisdom of God. This foolish plan of God is wiser than the wisest of human plans, and God's weakness is stronger than the greatest of human strength.

Remember, dear brothers and sisters, that few of you were wise in the world's eyes or powerful or wealthy when God called you. Instead, God chose things the world considers foolish in order to shame those who think they are wise. And he chose things that are powerless to shame those who are powerful. God chose things despised by the world, things counted as nothing at all, and used them to bring to nothing what the world considers important. As a result, no one can ever boast in the presence of God. God has united you with Christ Jesus.

For our benefit God made him to be wisdom itself. Christ made us right with God; he made us pure and holy, and he freed us from sin. Therefore, as the Scriptures say, "If you want to boast, boast only about the LORD."

We think we know things, we think we have a grasp on things, the Patriots think they are unbeatable. Most of the media have already crowned them CHAMPS. Remember, even IF they win, they will not be perfect. Watch tonight, enjoy the game and see the flaws that are there in both teams.

Football is a sport built on the premise that if you lift weights, condition your body for speed and agility, memorize the plays, and execute--then success will usually follow.

Sadly, we seem to think the same thing about our relationship with God. If we go to church, read the bible, pray, and do nice things then we will gain an advantage in the eyes of God. Foolish indeed.

Just this week, I went to the post office. There were three empty parking spaces and I whipped the land yacht into the middle one. I went inside and checked the P.O. box and sat back in the car and began to open up the mail. Sometimes I do this, I could wait until I get home, but I often do not. BAM!! A little old lady opened up her car door and smacked the fool out of my car. I immediately raised up and prepared to get out and let her have a piece of my mind. I saw her then, shuffling her wobbly legs slowly, as she squirmed between the small space between our cars. She was unstable and could barely see. I waited on her to clear the front of my car. I wanted to blow the HORN. But I found myself backing up and driving away, angry at God. He always seems to teach me stuff, I guess that is good, but sometimes I wish my ignorance and Foolishness was not so obvious.

Perfection and Christ are synonymous. We try to earn the good spot with God. We think he keeps score when we do good things and pass up the bad. The good news of the Gospel is that in Christ we are forgiven--even if we blow the horn at old women.

We have been given the RIGHTEOUSNESS of Christ!

Imagine if God showed up tonight and gave the Lombardi Trophy to the Giants. Not after the game but before. We know that will not happen because God is a Dallas Cowboy Fan. (Laughter)If God gave the trophy to The Giants without playing that would be grossly unfair.

Now what if the game was played and the Giants were terrible but in the end they were given the trophy anyway? "Not fair--they need to work for it--they must earn it", perhaps you are thinking.

But this morning we come to the Table of Christ to experience the mystery of salvation. We have tried to play the game, and fail all the time. Because of the death and resurrection of Jesus, we are given the gift of immeasurable worth. We are given an identity in Christ, we are adopted into the family of God, we are given abundant life here and eternal life in the loving presence of the King.

New England is not perfect, neither are we---oh, but Christ was, is and will always be! Our only Wisdom and Hope is in him. Any other thinking is foolish.


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New York Giants 17
New England Patriots 14

Sermon Recap--Long Division

This morning as I look out at the experienced faces in this room, I see people that grew up before the age of political correctness. Now, don't get me wrong, I try to temper my words and be open minded and look at issues from all sides--but there is something super comforting about people who have the ability to cut right through the junk and say it like it is.

Wal-Mart had an annoying habit of calling problems by a more positive name. Whenever there was an issue the Management Staff would always call them "opportunities." I immediately thought, "Yeah this is an opportunity alright and it is looking more and more like an opportunity to get fired."

One manager even had a light way of letting people know that they were about to be fired. He would call them into the office and look them in the eye and say, "How would you like to have unlimited free time but limited income?" The first part of the phrase was enticing, but the latter sent chills down the back that was followed by a marked increase in performance.

Depending on how you want to look at it, the church has plenty of problems or opportunities. We can all tell stories about failures in OUR CHURCH, issues that are painful and leave us scarred. In my twelve years (wow) of ministry, I have been involved in business meetings that were anything but Christ-like, heard sermons that sounded like they could have been delivered at a Klan rally, and have seen a church almost split over carpet and stained glass windows. The first church I served as Youth and Children's pastor, an aged senior pastor was fired at the age of 60. His wife was in bad health, he was at the age where securing another pastorate would be difficult, and he was losing his eyesight. Needless to say, he did not see the termination coming on that Wednesday night following the "Prayer Meeting." The second church I served one of our college girls did what many of us did in college. In her case, a pregnancy occurred. News spread throughout the community at breakneck speed over the telephone. Guess who was the main "town crier" via telephone? The pastor's wife. Breaks your heart doesn't it? If it doesn't, it should.

The church at Corinth was no different. Often we hear people say, "I wish we could just go back to the days of the early church and everything would be ok." Please!!! We need to realize that the People of God have always been a broken and rag tag gang. Just look at what Paul is dealing with in this mornings passage in the first chapter of 1 Corinthians beginning with verse ten.

I appeal to you, dear brothers and sisters, by the authority of our Lord Jesus Christ, to live in harmony with each other. Let there be no divisions in the church. Rather, be of one mind, united in thought and purpose. For some members of Chloe’s household have told me about your quarrels, my dear brothers and sisters. Some of you are saying, “I am a follower of Paul.” Others are saying, “I follow Apollos,” or “I follow Peter,” or “I follow only Christ.” Has Christ been divided into factions? Was I, Paul, crucified for you? Were any of you baptized in the name of Paul? Of course not!

The word had reached Paul, not via email, text or phone--the letter had arrived or a personal visit from the household of Chloe. In our hearts we can hear the gist of the conversation, "Paul-those people at the Church are the biggest bunch of ___________ that we have ever seen. Congregation answers--Hypocrites

The error in this church still happens today. The emphasis was being placed on the theology of a leader or pastor. Peter had a faction, Apollos had a faction and Paul even had some claiming his name. Think about our churches today- We often identify ourselves with the theology or church government structure of a denomination. Inside those individual denominations there are battles. In the Baptist church there is a strong battle between Calvinists and Arminians. Seminary leadership seem to be worried too much about having people follow their "right" way and buying their books than focusing on the MAIN thing. We often attend a particular church because of the pastor. I hope that you come here because I preach a Message of Grace and Truth that exalts Jesus.

You, dear people, would have no difficulty finding another church to attend. They are everywhere! In Myrtle Beach everywhere you look you see a WINGS, a restaurant, a golf course or a church. Yet, you come here! I hope that it is not because of me being exalted too high in your eyes. Listen--I am amazed that Christ chose me, and uses me to make a small difference in His kingdom. I am reminded of a song that I sang a decade ago in church by Steven Curtis Chapman called the Miracle of Mercy. The words are so true and speak to the condition of each of us.

If the truth was known and a light was shown
On every hidden part of my soul.
Most would turn away, shake their head and say,
"He still has such a long way to go."
If the truth was know you'd see, that the only good in me
is Jesus, oh it's Jesus.

If the walls could speak of the times I've been weak,
when everybody thought I was strong.
Could I show my face if it weren't for the grace
of the one who's known the truth all along?
If the walls could speak they'd say, that my only hope is the grace
of Jesus, the grace of Jesus.

But, oh the goodness and the grace in Him
He takes it all and makes it mine and causes his light in me to shine
and he loves me with a love that never ends.
Just as I am, not as I do
Could this be real, could this be true?
This could only be a miracle
This could only be the miracle of mercy.

Churches sometimes get things right. I was mentored as a young kid by an older man. He turned my need to achieve into a challenge to learn the scripture and complete books in our Missions classes, called Royal Ambassadors. After I expressed interest, he walked me down the hall to the Pastor's study. I accepted Christ, kneeling on worn out yellow green carpet on a Wednesday night. This mentor also taught me in Training Union (bible study) for years and continued doing so for 30 plus years. He took me fishing alongside the Broad River and afterward picked ticks off me. He made a difference.

This past week, I received a phone call. This same man walked into his basement, grabbed a pistol and shot himself. He had lost hope and was ready to end the recent struggles that had robbed him of his freedom and health. He lived and faces a battle still today. Pray for him. Pray for Me. Pray for Each other.

Oh--It is good not to put your hope in anyone--no matter how "good" they seem to be. I am not saying that we no longer need to be subject to accountability either.

We can choose many things. We choose our friends, our clothes, our homes, our spouses, our cars, but we don't choose our family. We are intertwined and engrafted into the mysterious body of Christ. We have to keep striving to be ONE in Him.

Long Divisions have to end, we must forgive as we have been forgiven. He is the head, he is the Lord, He is our reason for being. He died for us--having full knowledge of our failures and selfishness. He knows it all and loves us...still.

You can't be serious!

During the Christmas visit home, I found something that made me laugh. I felt the need to wax sermonic or at least nostalgic for a bit and share it with you.


Most of us have senior pictures. They are a part of our high school legacy. This little gem was taken in 1988, at the time I was eighteen years old and had the world by a string. As I look at the picture, several things jump out at me. THE YELLOW TIE--not too sure about the yellow tie. Looks like I may be thinking of attending GA. Tech. Next is THE HAIR. Oh my, I needed to see a barber in the worst way. If you look closely, you can see the curl extends all the way to the back flip. Then I see the BABY FACE. No wrinkles, or thought lines--I was totally oblivious. The LION RING--that was my thing back then. Finally, THE SMIRK. There is a little smirk there, the reason was that me and 10 other close friends were leaving school after the pictures for a day of blowing off steam at Lyman Lake. Also known as my house, where no parental figures could be spotted.


Take a few breaths...Turn around a few times...cut a few classes...go on some dates...feel your heart flutter...eat bad mexican food...read a few books...drink tanker trucks full of coffee...and 20 years roll past and then your wife, who was nowhere on your mental map in 1988 takes a picture and the NOW digital camera reveals:





Another picture that is vastly different, but in 20 years will be equally as embarrassing.

Sermon Recap--Far and Near

I have been popular this week. Isn't it great to be needed and wanted? All this time, I thought that "the powers that be" in Washington, D.C. did not need me at all. I thought that they were in a land far away and had no use for the common serf named Richard. But oh, was I wrong!! This week, I received "personal" recorded messages from John McCain every twenty minutes. Perhaps that is why he won the primary. You see, Mike Huckabee did not bother to call. Some pastors are super political. They will tell you how to vote and act like Jesus was a republican. I am not one of those people. It seems that John Kerry knew that, because he called too. His very important message for me was that Obama is not a Muslim radical, but a Christian who lives his beliefs daily. Good Info for me, I guess...oh and Mitt, I am a Morman but that does not matter, Romney called me too. Now, I realize that after all the elections are over, things will return to the norm. But for a few phone calls, it was semi-exciting to be wrong.

During the Old Testament--God was viewed as the "Holy Other" who would appear on the scene and display great power and might. He was in the Pillar of Fire, the Plagues, and the flood. He was the God that was far away--but when He came near--his power was greatly displayed.

We spoke about the Incarnation during Advent, the God of Heaven--coming down to earth and dwelling among His people. Today in our text--we see God manifest Himself again, in a form that is most uncommon.

Luke 3 :15-22

And as the people were in expectation, and all men mused in their hearts of John, whether he were the Christ, or not; John answered, saying unto them all, I indeed baptize you with water; but one mightier than I cometh, the latchet of whose shoes I am not worthy to unloose: he shall baptize you with the Holy Ghost and with fire: Whose fan is in his hand, and he will thoroughly purge his floor, and will gather the wheat into his garner; but the chaff he will burn with fire unquenchable. And many other things in his exhortation preached he unto the people. But Herod the tetrarch, being reproved by him for Herodias his brother Philip's wife, and for all the evils which Herod had done, Added yet this above all, that he shut up John in prison.

Now when all the people were baptized, it came to pass, that Jesus also being baptized, and praying, the heaven was opened, and the Holy Ghost descended in a bodily shape like a dove upon him, and a voice came from heaven, which said, Thou art my beloved Son; in thee I am well pleased.

John speaks with tremendous power and authority. Jesus is described as one who would purge the floor and separate the wheat from the chaff. John was not an "Ear tickler" but one that warned of the wrath and judgement of God and the need of repentance. He fits in the mold of the Old Testament prophet, and prepares the way for the Kingdom message of Jesus.

On one of these days of preaching and baptizing--Jesus comes forward in obedience to God. In this setting, I am not going to get into the HOW's and WHY's of this baptism. I am available afterwards or anytime to discuss possible reasons and mode of baptism used here. In this interdenominational setting--I do not see those conversations as pertinent to the sermon.

The point today is that the Spirit of God came down that day. Not in the form of thunder and lightning--although that would have surely made people high tail out of the Jordan River. You can almost see them saying to each other, " Wow, I repented just in time--Here comes God to let Loose His Holy Hammer of Judgement." But instead, a dove descends and the voice of God is heard. The KJV says, "This is my beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased." The Southern translation is.."Son, you done good !"

God surprises us in the different ways He impacts our lives. Last night, at a 65th birthday party, I was able to experience the love of God in several meaningful ways. God was there in laughter, he was there in hugs, he was there in stories, he was there in Bob Pearson (the birthday boy) as tears of joy choked his words away. God was there as a video montage was played showing the life of a man, now on the backside of the Hill, growing up, having kids, losing hair, gaining weight but living just the same. God among the living--that is good news.

I made a pastoral call this week to the home of a man dying. He has liver cancer and the prognosis is dark. He has no energy and can barely speak. He knows that Jesus is walking the road with him, and he is resigned to the fact that soon the hill will be unclimbable. He waits for a miracle--but knows that death will most likely be the answer to the prayers that he prays. As I held a grown man, with his head on my chest, God was there, among the dying, and that is good news.

We act as if we understand God. If we are honest we admit that we are only kidding ourselves. Donald Miller writes in a book that I wrapped up this week, the following quote that fits the sermon perfectly, "I probably know as much about God as a baby knows the physics of the mobile above his crib."

Preachers expound the Word of God so that we can attempt to know the unknowable. God reveals Himself to us in scripture, and most fully in Jesus, the Son, who obeyed. May the winds of His Spirit illuminate our lives and may we see Him, as He shows Himself to us.

January Reads

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The Gospel According to Starbucks-By Leonard Sweet

This book was a gift from a good friend that thought that I would enjoy it. I enjoy Leonard Sweet, and his writing style. I recommend this one. It made me think about why I love coffee so much and why it is always better with conversation and friends. I finished this in line at the DMV. My stress level remained semi-manageable and I smiled for my license renewal picture.

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To Own a Dragon-By Donald Miller and John MacMurray

I am a big fan of Donald Miller and his style of writing. He is a great storyteller and is a master at combining pain, humor and spirituality. This is a book about growing up without a father. Several lines are memorable and quote-worthy. This book will find a nice snug place on my bookshelf beside Blue like Jazz and Searching for God Knows What.

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Things We Wish We Had Said- By Bart and Tony Campolo

This is another Father and Son book that is a series of letters that reflect thoughts on parenting and childhood. It is hard to be a parent, and this book shows often how the actions of parents are often misunderstood and underappreciated. Sometimes, a gracious magic occurs and the Dad gets it right. I like that part, as it gives me hope.

Since I read two father and son books--I felt I should include the obligatory pics that I love!

Things that make me laugh: Am I weird?

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American Creativity

Christmas Planning

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Merry Christmas to Me!

Due to the copious amount of time spent decking halls, eating goodies, and playing Santa, I will not be typing in sermon recaps until 2008. I will put in a few song lyrics and funny Christmas comic strips. Sorry to disappoint you, but I have some beef stick to eat!

November Reads

I am not a "small group guru", but I really appreciated this book. Myers made me think a bit, and that is sometimes a good thing.

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This is just a funny little Christmas book, courtesy of Peter Copeland. He is a great guy, but people make fun of him because he is a Gamecock fan. Please pray for him. He leaves for a mission trip to Nepal this month. At least he will not miss the USC bowl game.

***** silliness factor alone

OK, little known fact: I sang southern gospel for several years, and I love Michael English and his soul filled voice. This is his story--a long and winding one--and the grace that restored him. The book is not super theological, but if you love Michael English and happy endings, then pick it up!

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I really appreciate McLaren and his willingness to stand on the fringes. For many, he is too liberal, but they are missing out on a prime conversation between Christ and culture.

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Christmas stress

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Sermon Recap-- No...Really!

Last Saturday, while on vacation in Savannah, GA we decided to take a diversion out to Tybee Island Lighthouse. It was about a 30 minute drive or so away from the historic area of Savannah, and we had walked all over that area and was looking for something to do. In no time at all, we were staring up at an old historic lighthouse. Sarah asked me, "You want to go on a tour of it?" I quickly said, "Why not." Upon entering the lower level, I began looking for an elevator. Sadly, there was none to be found. 178 spiralling steps awaited us, as we wound our way to the top. Every 20 steps or so, brought us to a nice window, and I always made sure that Douglas looked out at the lovely view. Truth of the matter is...I was stalling for strength. We made it to the top and then Douglas and I went out and snapped a few pictures. Sarah was a little timid of the height, but it was a good experience. We made our way back down and I was proud of my achievement. 178 steps x 2 = a lot of steps and I thought that I deserved to sign the book of lighthouse climbing accomplishment. My ego was deflated as I saw the following inscription, "Melba Jones 82 year old quadruple bypass survivor." So much for my grand achievement!! No....really, that is the truth.

The next day I felt as though someone had hit me in my thighs with a baseball bat. I wanted to call up Melba Jones and ask if I could borrow some Ben-Gay, but I was afraid that she didn't even need it after her victorious climb. I thought back to the years, not too long ago, when I would play basketball for hours, and be quite good at it. I was a little sad at the lack of shape of my body.


(A dear lady in the second row said, "See Richard, you should come and join our exercise class!) Of course, the whole place erupted!


Not only did this looking back at the way I used to be make me bummed out a bit, but it also reminded me of a craft that we did in Sunday school. Now, I am not too crafty..so please forgive me.




This is one of those little crafts that remind us of those things in which we are thankful. This Thanksgiving, I decided to look at the 5 or so things that "fill out my turkey." Mine are pretty basic things. I am thankful for Football. I know, it is silly, but it brings me a lot of joy. I watch a lot of it, probably too much. Yesterday afternoon, Douglas sat down beside me while I was engrossed in a game. "Daddy likes to watch football--but Douglas likes to watch movies." I have a feeling that he will get the bug pretty soon. We all have amusements that bring us joy. These are neat gifts--little diversions that help us get by. Food is my second feather on my turkey. I really do not think that I need to say a whole lot more here. Family and Friends are on the next feather--wow, family can be difficult at times. Just this morning, I asked someone how their trip home went. The reply, "about three days too long." I think the trip home for them was only four days. You know the funny thing, we get on our families nerves too. It works both ways. But what would life be like without out family and friends. Although a lot of life is filled with frustration, we can also recall the times when we were encouraged and helped by people that really cared about us...deeply. Fun is something else that I am thankful for. (Addressed to the lady on row two that busted me earlier) I am so glad that we laugh here. Many preachers see the sermon as their time to "speak truth", but I see it as our time to share truth. I just love the fact that this is your time too, and that we can laugh and appreciate each other! The last feather on my turkey is Freedom. We live in a country that allows us to practice our faith openly. We can worship and sing and preach and testify and wear Christian T shirts and have bumper stickers on our cars and....you get the picture. I am thankful to live in the USA and realize that many have sacrificed to give me that freedom.


Guess What? My turkey is colorful and somewhat creative. The words even alliterate--some preachers love to have alliteration in each sermon. But really, my turkey is worthless. The things that we are thankful for are all nothing compared to the cross of Christ. All we are, and ever will be is because of His love for us. The relentless, pursuing love of Christ--now that is something to be thankful for!


In the scripture reading for today, we are able to read together. I will read the first part and each of you can follow by saying, "His faithful love endures forever." Notice how God moves throughout history...faithfully.



Psalm 136
1 Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good! His faithful love endures forever.



2 Give thanks to the God of gods. His faithful love endures forever.



3 Give thanks to the Lord of lords. His faithful love endures forever.


4 Give thanks to him who alone does mighty miracles. His faithful love endures forever.



5 Give thanks to him who made the heavens so skillfully. His faithful love endures forever.



13 Give thanks to him who parted the Red Sea. His faithful love endures forever.



14 He led Israel safely through, His faithful love endures forever.



15 but he hurled Pharaoh and his army into the Red Sea. His faithful love endures forever.



16 Give thanks to him who led his people through the wilderness.His faithful love endures forever.


23 He remembered us in our weakness. His faithful love endures forever.



26 Give thanks to the God of heaven. His faithful love endures forever.



So...for the Turkey (us) to be complete, we need to remember, His faithful love endures...forever.



Communion followed and is there a better place to focus on God's faithful love for His people?

Clemson win total by Douglas--Sponsored by Tybee Lighthouse

Clemson 23

USC 21

I was eating a turkey sandwich when the field goal went through.

"What does Turkey taste like Daddy?"

"Right now son, it tastes like FRIED CHICKEN!!"

How 'bout them Tigers!!

Myrtle Beach Turkey Prep

A friend of mine sent me this little idea about turkey preparation. Since we live at the coast and healthy living is so important, this will be our plan for tomorrows festivities. Perhaps you will want the "soon to be famous" recipe.

1. Cut out aluminum foil in desired shapes.
2. Arrange the turkey in the roasting pan, and position the foil carefully? (see attached picture for details)
3. Roast according to your own recipe and serve.
4. Smile, Laugh and eat up!

Clemson win total--Sponsored by Unconditional Love

Do we still love him, Daddy?

Son, He is wearing orange, of course we do! Dropped pass and all!

BC 20

Clemson 17

Our little Savannah Vacation

Tybee Island Lighthouse--178 steps to the top

Going Down

What goes down--once was up!

I ain't scared of no stinkin' bear!

Room with a view

Preoccupied with the potatoes at Clary's Diner

Sermon Recap: Back to the Primary (school) -- Matching

I hope that you have enjoyed the sermon series that we have been dealing with over the last few months. This "Back to the Primary" series was inspired by my time working with a little autistic boy at the primary school. There are primary/basic things that we have learned about our faith, but yet we so quickly forget.

My little fellow at school has many difficulties in learning. His educational process is filled with many baby steps followed by MAJOR celebrations. Over the past few months, he has learned to sign for a chip, a cookie, and juice. Occasionally, he even asks for chicken during lunch. Not a great deal of understandable communication is happening.

He has the ability of matching pictures. I can place twelve pictures out all over the table, and he can match each one correctly. I am fairly impressed by that, considering that a few days a week, I have a hard time matching my socks. The problem comes in when I lay the twelve cards on the table and then have objects for him to place on those pictures. For example: there is a picture of a pencil on the table, and I give the student a real pencil. He does not know that the real pencil matches the picture. He has no grasp of the concept of pencil. Matching, at a more advanced level is very frustrating for him, and me.

The new job responsibilities that have been given to Sarah and I have kept us busy lately. We are, and will continue to be the chaplains here at Apache, but there are other duties that keep us moving. Many Sundays, after worship, I visit another church along the Grand Strand. Not too long ago, I walked in a rather large local church. There were people at the door to greet me, the Worship order had a welcoming section in it, and during the announcements the Lector extended greetings as well. The music was amazing, and the sermon was warm and encouraging. After the Benediction, I exited the front door and was second in line to meet the pastor. I introduced myself, and shook his hand. After a lukewarm handshake, he abruptly cut off the opportunity for dialogue and went to the next person. I had the feeling that he REALLY had somewhere he needed to be, and my wanting to meet him was just something that he HAD to deal with.

The kicker of the whole event was that I received a form letter from the church the following week. I will paraphrase the paragraph that made me laugh!

"It was great to have you in Worship this past Sunday. Next time you visit, find the pastor and introduce yourself to him. He would love to meet you. We are a friendly church, and YOU are important!"

You know, things just did not seem to match up, as they should.

Ephesians 5:1-2

Imitate God, therefore, in everything you do, because you are his dear children. Live a life filled with love, following the example of Christ. He loved us and offered himself as a sacrifice for us, a pleasing aroma to God.

Paul urges the Bride of Christ to an imitator, a copy, a close match--to the way God loves.

Compare the way I was treated by the Clergy man, well-educated, carrier of a Doctorate, and wearer of a Genevan Gown to the event that happened to me--less than one hour ago.

I have a few vices. One thing--I love to eat! As if you did not know that already! One of the other vices that I will disclose to you is that I love coffee. I visit a Starbucks at least 5 days a week. This past week, they began the Christmas marketing season, and are featuring a Christmas Blend that I do not like. It is spicy and fruity and I just do not care for it. I like my coffee bold and strong. Kinda like the cowboys make in the campside peculator. (Laughter from the congregation) There is a super friendly young lady behind the counter there. Her name is Jordan. Today, I was trying to figure out a way to get a cup of coffee that I would drink. I asked for a decaf coffee with two espresso shots. She asked, "Why are you doing that?" I explained my dislike for the Christmas Blend, and she listened.

"If you have a few minutes, I will be glad to French Press you some." Now, for you non coffee aficionados, that means she was going to take the time to make me an individual cup of coffee. She took 7 minutes to take care of me. On this Sunday morning at 8 am, she took the time to make sure that I knew that I mattered. I was important, and welcome to come there anytime.

I have no idea if she is a believer in Christ. She may not even like her job. But on this day, she was a minister to me. That cup of coffee and the Holy Spirit have empowered me to preach to you today. I needed the caffeine and the ending to the sermon. Isn't it interesting how God always provides us just what we need, when we need it.

This week, I am going to share this sermon with her and encourage her to keep blessing others. Service to others often opens up avenues for conversation. I am really looking forward to that!

Are we going the extra mile? Or do we treat others as if we have somewhere more important to be?

The question for me is: Do I give that Pastor another chance?

The answer is: Did Christ give me another chance?

We all have times where we disconnect and are so inwardly directed that we miss the divine chances to dispense grace to hurting people.

When my little guy at school messes up his matching, we start over. Sounds gracious to me!!

Closing Prayer:

Father, please keep molding us and making us until we are images of Christ Jesus, our redeemer. We have wronged others, and we have been wronged. Teach us to forgive, serve, and begin again. Amen