This past Friday, it was Golf day. I say this like it is a great time of fun and relaxation, but the truth could not be farther from the truth. I have not played a round of golf since Sarah and I have been dating. SO...that means 7 years married plus 2 years dating, that makes 9 years. Oh, I did not play in seminary either, and there was one year of seminary that I did not know Sarah...so that makes at least 10 years since I have played a round of golf. Thursday evening, I had to get ready. We hopped in the convertible and zoomed to Dick's Sporting Goods. I had to pick up balls. Looking through the brand names...I was impressed with the story that they spoke of...Titleist...Top Flite...and the one that I could not pass up...Pinnacle. While I was there I grabbed a beautiful Clemson hat that fit me just perfect.
The alarm buzzed at 5:30 am for our 7:30 Tee time. I was dressed for the part of recreational golfer: Nice colorful Madras Shirt, loose fitting shorts, and my spiffy new hat. I addressed the ball on the first tee, with my eye firmly staring at the pinnacle logo, I rared back and swung with all my might, straining to see the ball bounding hop after hop down the middle of the well manicured fairway. My vision is impeccable but I struggled to see exactly where the ball ended up. My worst fear was realized....I had missed the darn thing. Hmmm...if this was the PINNACLE, I was in big trouble. A tough pill to swallow for one as competitive as me. I prayed for rain....and God left me out there to take a beating! Dressing the part was not enough, I was a fraud, not a golfer.
This past week I spent time substituting in a classroom and noticed the shirts of the first graders. Three jumped out at me...as if God was yelling, "LOOK HERE IT IS!" There was a little girl (who I had noticed the other 2 times that I had been in the class) who was the outcast. She was rarely spoken too, and always was timid. She wore a shirt that said, "I am having a bad day" and the back said, "I need a Hug." The class trouble maker was wearing a shirt that said, "If you mess with me, I'll get even." Another kid was wearing a shirt that said, "99% Perfect."
My prayer is that I wish that we all were honest enough to wear our feelings on a t-shirt for each other to see. Walking into the worship service this morning...what would your shirt say? Perhaps..."My marriage is in the toilet." Maybe..."I have a drinking problem, or I am addicted to porn." Some would say, "I am a failure as a parent, or sometime I do not believe in God." Oh, but we sure do a great job of turning our shirts inside out so that people cannot see who we really are.
But what a shame that is,because if you and I were wearing the same shirt....then we could help each other. Instead we play the game of...Everything is just fine. Then nothing is ever improved upon and bettered.
James 5:16 says to us, "Confess your sins one to another, and pray for one another. The effectual fervent prayer of a righteous person availeth much."
To negate the scripture we realize that it does not say...Keep your sins away from other people and forget about the needs of others. Prayer does no good anyway.
Trust is hard, but we are commanded to do it. It is for our own good. Will you try it? Will I try it? Do we dare?
Friday, May 11, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Good Friday (Death) and Easter (Life)......Bad News and Good News
Christians have identity in the odd space between death and Life. Our hope is built firmly on the DEATH of Christ, but we are raised to new LIFE because he too, was raised from the dead. This past week, Sarah has been heavy in Spirit due to a situation at her school. Her take on the event is included below.
In my class at school, our kids are living in some very difficult family situations. Its the kind of things that make me more appreciative everyday for the childhood I had, which would be dream-like for some of the kids in my class. Anyway, last week it was brought to a unbelievable and sickening point. The news paper described it this way ...
"Myrtle Beach police found several hungry children living in a filthy hotel room on Thursday with no parent in sight.
Officers responded to the Sea Banks Motel at 2200 South Ocean Boulevard after a resource officer at Myrtle Beach Middle School told police one of the children had not been in class since Monday, according to a police report.
Police found the girl, 12, and her 7-year-old brother in the hotel room with several unidentified adults, the report stated.
Dog feces, dirty clothing and trash was scattered throughout the room.
There was no food and the children were wearing dirty clothes, the report stated.
The girl said she had not eaten a full meal in about a month.
It was unclear if an arrest was made in the case.
A representative from the Department of Social Services took custody of the children."
When he was still at school we knew things seemed worse for him, but we had no idea it was this bad. As a result of being in the custody of DSS, he is now in a different school in the district.
Please pray for me, for the other teachers who taught these two kids and for these two kids. I don't know the sister, but the boy is so smart, absolutely loves art class and just needs love and affirmation. Our class just isn't the same without him.
In situations such as this and the recent VA. Tech massacre, we are often numbed. Why do we fear feeling this pain so much. Usually this is the place where we can actually hear God speak...in our isolation and hurt. Each day in some countries hundreds of people are killed in bombings, wars and turmoil. We ignore it, and we should be ashamed. We ignore the issues that we read in the paper from the U.S., and sadly if I had read this story, without having the link to the child...I may have breezed right past to get to the comics. Father...forgive us. We have sinned.
Our world is a place for evil to roam, but the story below tells us again that often following DEATH...there is LIFE and in this case and the case of our Salvation...there is NEW HOPE.
NICKEL MINES, Pa. // As a morning mist burned off the surrounding pastures, four children hurried up the long driveway carrying lunch pails. The smallest boy skipped.
They were headed to a place where they had not been since a gunman changed their lives in October: a real schoolroom.
Monday, Amish children who survived the attack that killed five of their classmates began classes in a new schoolhouse, named New Hope Amish School.
"I think the day is sort of a bittersweet day for the community," said Herman Bontrager, a member of a liberal Amish sect and a spokesman for the organization that collects and disburses funds for the victims. "There's the excitement and enthusiasm about having a new school facility for their children, but it's also a stark reminder of what they lost."
Exactly six months before, early on the morning of Oct. 2, Charles Carl Roberts IV, a local milk-truck driver, rushed into the one-room West Nickel Mines Amish School. He ordered the adults and boys out and opened fire on the girls before taking his own life. Five girls died and five were seriously injured.
Fathers of the victims and other community members razed the old school a week after the attack and began construction on the new one, just a few hundred yards away, in January.
Monday morning, horse-drawn buggies and vans carrying students and parents pulled up the school's driveway, passing several police vehicles that guarded the school.
Two boys with thick blond hair cut straight across their foreheads chatted with police officers. Leaning on scooters, the boys gawked at the throng of cameramen, reporters and photographers who gathered in a parking lot some distance away from the school.
Other boys threw off their jackets as they ran into the schoolyard. They leapt into the air tossing basketballs and hanging onto a basketball hoop.
The small school, which is covered by rose-colored brick and yellow siding, is more secure than most Amish schools, Bontrager said. Encircled by a fence, it is set back from the road and surrounded by homes.
"No trespassing" signs mark all approaches to the school. The Amish community has issued a public statement asking members of the media not to approach them.
Learning resumes
Teacher Emma Mae Zook, 20, will preside over the classroom, just as she did in the old schoolhouse. About a week after the shooting, she began teaching students who were not wounded -- 15 boys and one girl who ran out with her brother -- in a nearby garage.
Three of the injured girls returned to school in the fall, although some have had to miss class time due to rehabilitation or surgeries. A fourth girl, Sarah Ann Stoltzfus returned to school just before Christmas. Despite a serious head wound, she is doing well in school, Bontrager said.
The youngest victim, Rosanna King, 6, remains in a semicomatose state although she appears to be improving, he said.
"She has shown some signs of physical improvement, enough so that they have decided to pursue some more aggressive physical therapy," he said, adding, "The prognosis still looks like major, long-term disability."
She currently breathes without a respirator; although, she is dependent on a feeding tube, Bontrager said. That the young girl lives is remarkable, since her injuries were so severe, he says.
It is uncertain why Roberts opened fire on the girls. He arrived with objects that suggest he was preparing to barricade himself inside the school and sexually assault the girls. In final messages to his wife, he indicated that he felt guilt over molesting young relatives decades ago, although the relatives did not substantiate those claims.
The Amish publicly expressed forgiveness of Roberts, who was not Amish, and reached out to his widow and children after the shooting.
Members of the community have drawn on the support of one another, Bontrager says. Many of the victims, their families and classmates have sought counseling, as have rescue workers who responded to the shooting.
Forgiving, moving on
Teacher Emma Mae Zook's sister-in-law, who was at the school on that October morning, gave birth last fall and named her baby after one of the victims, 7-year-old Naomi Rose Ebersole, Bontrager says.
His organization, the Nickel Mines Accountability Committee, has collected more than $4 million in donations for those affected by the shooting. The money is being used to cover medical bills and counseling. Trusts for the long-term care of the injured girls will be set up, Bontrager said.
Despite the large quantity of money that has been donated, the new school was built to the same modest standards of all Amish schools. There is no electricity, and toilets are located in separate outhouses. A simple jungle gym, at least one picnic table and a baseball backstop sit in the schoolyard.
At 8:30 Monday morning, the school bell rang, and the boys left their game and ran inside accompanied by several parents.
Bontrager thought that the day would begin with Bible readings and prayer. "I'm sure it was all very focused on thanksgiving for those who are there and for their lives and the buildings," he said.
The Amish community is grateful for the outpouring of support from the outside world, but anxious to heal in private, he said.
He added that the Amish are surprised that so many outsiders have remarked on their ability to forgive. "The Amish reaction is that's what you have to do if you try to follow Jesus, and you don't just do it once. Sometimes you do it 70 times seven times."
We are people of the Resurrection, we are people of New Hope, we are people who forgiven...hmmm 70 times 7, that probably is a LOW number.
Happy Easter every day!!
In my class at school, our kids are living in some very difficult family situations. Its the kind of things that make me more appreciative everyday for the childhood I had, which would be dream-like for some of the kids in my class. Anyway, last week it was brought to a unbelievable and sickening point. The news paper described it this way ...
"Myrtle Beach police found several hungry children living in a filthy hotel room on Thursday with no parent in sight.
Officers responded to the Sea Banks Motel at 2200 South Ocean Boulevard after a resource officer at Myrtle Beach Middle School told police one of the children had not been in class since Monday, according to a police report.
Police found the girl, 12, and her 7-year-old brother in the hotel room with several unidentified adults, the report stated.
Dog feces, dirty clothing and trash was scattered throughout the room.
There was no food and the children were wearing dirty clothes, the report stated.
The girl said she had not eaten a full meal in about a month.
It was unclear if an arrest was made in the case.
A representative from the Department of Social Services took custody of the children."
When he was still at school we knew things seemed worse for him, but we had no idea it was this bad. As a result of being in the custody of DSS, he is now in a different school in the district.
Please pray for me, for the other teachers who taught these two kids and for these two kids. I don't know the sister, but the boy is so smart, absolutely loves art class and just needs love and affirmation. Our class just isn't the same without him.
In situations such as this and the recent VA. Tech massacre, we are often numbed. Why do we fear feeling this pain so much. Usually this is the place where we can actually hear God speak...in our isolation and hurt. Each day in some countries hundreds of people are killed in bombings, wars and turmoil. We ignore it, and we should be ashamed. We ignore the issues that we read in the paper from the U.S., and sadly if I had read this story, without having the link to the child...I may have breezed right past to get to the comics. Father...forgive us. We have sinned.
Our world is a place for evil to roam, but the story below tells us again that often following DEATH...there is LIFE and in this case and the case of our Salvation...there is NEW HOPE.
NICKEL MINES, Pa. // As a morning mist burned off the surrounding pastures, four children hurried up the long driveway carrying lunch pails. The smallest boy skipped.
They were headed to a place where they had not been since a gunman changed their lives in October: a real schoolroom.
Monday, Amish children who survived the attack that killed five of their classmates began classes in a new schoolhouse, named New Hope Amish School.
"I think the day is sort of a bittersweet day for the community," said Herman Bontrager, a member of a liberal Amish sect and a spokesman for the organization that collects and disburses funds for the victims. "There's the excitement and enthusiasm about having a new school facility for their children, but it's also a stark reminder of what they lost."
Exactly six months before, early on the morning of Oct. 2, Charles Carl Roberts IV, a local milk-truck driver, rushed into the one-room West Nickel Mines Amish School. He ordered the adults and boys out and opened fire on the girls before taking his own life. Five girls died and five were seriously injured.
Fathers of the victims and other community members razed the old school a week after the attack and began construction on the new one, just a few hundred yards away, in January.
Monday morning, horse-drawn buggies and vans carrying students and parents pulled up the school's driveway, passing several police vehicles that guarded the school.
Two boys with thick blond hair cut straight across their foreheads chatted with police officers. Leaning on scooters, the boys gawked at the throng of cameramen, reporters and photographers who gathered in a parking lot some distance away from the school.
Other boys threw off their jackets as they ran into the schoolyard. They leapt into the air tossing basketballs and hanging onto a basketball hoop.
The small school, which is covered by rose-colored brick and yellow siding, is more secure than most Amish schools, Bontrager said. Encircled by a fence, it is set back from the road and surrounded by homes.
"No trespassing" signs mark all approaches to the school. The Amish community has issued a public statement asking members of the media not to approach them.
Learning resumes
Teacher Emma Mae Zook, 20, will preside over the classroom, just as she did in the old schoolhouse. About a week after the shooting, she began teaching students who were not wounded -- 15 boys and one girl who ran out with her brother -- in a nearby garage.
Three of the injured girls returned to school in the fall, although some have had to miss class time due to rehabilitation or surgeries. A fourth girl, Sarah Ann Stoltzfus returned to school just before Christmas. Despite a serious head wound, she is doing well in school, Bontrager said.
The youngest victim, Rosanna King, 6, remains in a semicomatose state although she appears to be improving, he said.
"She has shown some signs of physical improvement, enough so that they have decided to pursue some more aggressive physical therapy," he said, adding, "The prognosis still looks like major, long-term disability."
She currently breathes without a respirator; although, she is dependent on a feeding tube, Bontrager said. That the young girl lives is remarkable, since her injuries were so severe, he says.
It is uncertain why Roberts opened fire on the girls. He arrived with objects that suggest he was preparing to barricade himself inside the school and sexually assault the girls. In final messages to his wife, he indicated that he felt guilt over molesting young relatives decades ago, although the relatives did not substantiate those claims.
The Amish publicly expressed forgiveness of Roberts, who was not Amish, and reached out to his widow and children after the shooting.
Members of the community have drawn on the support of one another, Bontrager says. Many of the victims, their families and classmates have sought counseling, as have rescue workers who responded to the shooting.
Forgiving, moving on
Teacher Emma Mae Zook's sister-in-law, who was at the school on that October morning, gave birth last fall and named her baby after one of the victims, 7-year-old Naomi Rose Ebersole, Bontrager says.
His organization, the Nickel Mines Accountability Committee, has collected more than $4 million in donations for those affected by the shooting. The money is being used to cover medical bills and counseling. Trusts for the long-term care of the injured girls will be set up, Bontrager said.
Despite the large quantity of money that has been donated, the new school was built to the same modest standards of all Amish schools. There is no electricity, and toilets are located in separate outhouses. A simple jungle gym, at least one picnic table and a baseball backstop sit in the schoolyard.
At 8:30 Monday morning, the school bell rang, and the boys left their game and ran inside accompanied by several parents.
Bontrager thought that the day would begin with Bible readings and prayer. "I'm sure it was all very focused on thanksgiving for those who are there and for their lives and the buildings," he said.
The Amish community is grateful for the outpouring of support from the outside world, but anxious to heal in private, he said.
He added that the Amish are surprised that so many outsiders have remarked on their ability to forgive. "The Amish reaction is that's what you have to do if you try to follow Jesus, and you don't just do it once. Sometimes you do it 70 times seven times."
We are people of the Resurrection, we are people of New Hope, we are people who forgiven...hmmm 70 times 7, that probably is a LOW number.
Happy Easter every day!!
Sunday, March 25, 2007
You Can't Always Get What you Want...
Many apologies for the delays in posting last few weeks sermons. I have good intentions, but...that sometimes does not equal results. I promise that I will do better...but I am not sure when. (Smile)
Brief synopsis:
03-11-2007 Observations, Questions, and Answers
03-18-2007 Bad Company
04-01-2007--Palm Sunday--Did not preach, as we were on vacation in Raleigh, NC.
Sermon recap for 03-25-2007 is listed below...
This past week, I spent a day shadowing a 3 year old in a child development class. He was very well behaved, and I think that it helps that I am a large man. It is something when you have to pull out all means of available intimidation tactics to control the behavior of a three year old. My job was pretty easy, just keep him form hurting himself or others. All things considered, it was a great day, especially since he took an extended nap from noon until 2:15. He woke up just in time for a walk out to the bus. Whew....grace comes in unexpected ways.
This little fellow had an awful habit. We went out to the playground and he mistook it for a buffet. Yes, you heard me correctly...he ate while on the playground. He walked out, grabbed a hand full of sand and popped it right in his mouth. My response...was to dig my fingers in there and scoop it right back out.
In wise, teacherly fashion, after making his mouth minty fresh...the lecture came. I drew back from my extensive research and parenting skills and quoted the famous philosophers, The Rolling Stones. Son, You can't always get what you want. The lecture did no good....as in 5 minutes, I was completing the procedure again. Scoop, cleanse...and lecture.
So today we are older and wiser than my little sand eater, but we often gravitate toward things that hurt us. We follow a long line of sand eaters, or forbidden fruit eaters. David gravitated toward Bathsheeba, and God was there to scoop him up afterwards.
The woman caught in adultery was drawn to harmful things as well, but let us not forget the roles her suitors played in the act.
Jesus played in the sand there, and told her to go and sin no more. In Paraphrasing...he said to the stone carrying judgers, "Hmmm, I smell hypocrisy...what about you. In the light of your own sinfulness, perhaps I should be taking aim at you."
This Lenten season we focus on the Christ that gave it all for us. He took the stones for us. He died in place of thse who desrved to feel the wrath of God. We still sin, and he still forgives...ask him!
Not often do we find wisdom from a Rock and Roll song, but.....
You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes, you just might find...
You get what you need.
We need Christ, not Sin.
We need Love, not Hate.
We need concern, not indifference.
We need support, not condemnation.
We need Jesus, he does not need us.
I need you, and you need me.
If we eat sand...we need a toothbrush.
If we sin...we need a Savior!
That sounds like the Gospel to Me!!
Brief synopsis:
03-11-2007 Observations, Questions, and Answers
03-18-2007 Bad Company
04-01-2007--Palm Sunday--Did not preach, as we were on vacation in Raleigh, NC.
Sermon recap for 03-25-2007 is listed below...
This past week, I spent a day shadowing a 3 year old in a child development class. He was very well behaved, and I think that it helps that I am a large man. It is something when you have to pull out all means of available intimidation tactics to control the behavior of a three year old. My job was pretty easy, just keep him form hurting himself or others. All things considered, it was a great day, especially since he took an extended nap from noon until 2:15. He woke up just in time for a walk out to the bus. Whew....grace comes in unexpected ways.
This little fellow had an awful habit. We went out to the playground and he mistook it for a buffet. Yes, you heard me correctly...he ate while on the playground. He walked out, grabbed a hand full of sand and popped it right in his mouth. My response...was to dig my fingers in there and scoop it right back out.
In wise, teacherly fashion, after making his mouth minty fresh...the lecture came. I drew back from my extensive research and parenting skills and quoted the famous philosophers, The Rolling Stones. Son, You can't always get what you want. The lecture did no good....as in 5 minutes, I was completing the procedure again. Scoop, cleanse...and lecture.
So today we are older and wiser than my little sand eater, but we often gravitate toward things that hurt us. We follow a long line of sand eaters, or forbidden fruit eaters. David gravitated toward Bathsheeba, and God was there to scoop him up afterwards.
The woman caught in adultery was drawn to harmful things as well, but let us not forget the roles her suitors played in the act.
Jesus played in the sand there, and told her to go and sin no more. In Paraphrasing...he said to the stone carrying judgers, "Hmmm, I smell hypocrisy...what about you. In the light of your own sinfulness, perhaps I should be taking aim at you."
This Lenten season we focus on the Christ that gave it all for us. He took the stones for us. He died in place of thse who desrved to feel the wrath of God. We still sin, and he still forgives...ask him!
Not often do we find wisdom from a Rock and Roll song, but.....
You can't always get what you want.
You can't always get what you want.
But if you try sometimes, you just might find...
You get what you need.
We need Christ, not Sin.
We need Love, not Hate.
We need concern, not indifference.
We need support, not condemnation.
We need Jesus, he does not need us.
I need you, and you need me.
If we eat sand...we need a toothbrush.
If we sin...we need a Savior!
That sounds like the Gospel to Me!!
Sunday, March 04, 2007
Known For...
For those of you that have not joined us for worship before, I want you to be aware that we go about things a little differently here. What I mean by this is that often I will engage the congregation during the sermon and get input from them. Why do I do this? The answer is quite simple. It is to keep you awake. No, not really. The real reason is that if you all are included in the sermon, then you will have ownership in the process and hopefully it will be easier to remember and draw strength from later on in the week. The purpose of the sermon is not so that I can extrapolate nuggets of wisdom, and that you can be enamored with my vocabulary, theological discourse, or elaborate diction. The purpose of the sermon is that we will be reminded of the truths of God, and find tools that we can put in our packs to help us in the journey of faith. So, join me for a few moments, as we learn from each other, at this time...and in this place.
Each of us calls a certain place "home". Perhaps we have always lived there, or maybe we have moved many times. As we think about the place that we call home, I want us to consider the thing that the town is known for. An example is when you think of Venice, images of gondolas and romantic boat rides come to mind. What is it about where you come from that is important?
(Congregational input begins here) Greer is known for BMW manufacturing, although one time it was textiles. Recently George Clooney made a movie there. Lexington is known for BBQ. Thomasville was known for furniture production, but a lot of that is now done overseas. Gray, Maine has a monument for a confederate soldier. This is the only confederate soldier buried in the New England states. (Many other people shared their stories about their home town, and then I began again.)
In a town named Gaffney, SC they are known for a huge water tower of a peach. Gaffney has many peach farmers that provide succulent juicy fruit to the town. As an homage to those hard working farmers, the Peach Tower was built in the early 1980's. It took five months to design and mold the steel for the project. A foundation containing 10 million pounds of concrete had to be poured. One and one half miles of welds had to be made, requiring that welding rods had to be delivered to the site by the ton. A stem 12 feet long and 18 inches in diameter was added to the top. A huge leaf, 60 feet long, 16 feet wide, and weighing 7 tons was applied to one side. A huge cleft along the entire height of the "peach" was created through false work steel paneling applied to the sphere of the tank. This monster of a peach is the claim to fame for the town, as it is right off the interstate. If you are ever on I-85 in the upstate of SC, you will see it and be amazed. Locals even laugh at it a bit. From certain angles, it looks a bit odd and obscene. But yet, that is the monument of Gaffney, South Carolina.
In our text for today, Jesus speaks of Jerusalem. Let us look to the scriptures as we see what they are know for.
Luke 13:31-35
Some Pharisees came and said to Jesus, "Get away from here, for Herod wants to kill you." He said to them, "Go and tell that fox for me, 'Listen, I am casting out demons and performing cures today and tomorrow, and on the third day I finish my work. Yet today, tomorrow, and the next day I must be on my way, because it is impossible for a prophet to be killed outside of Jerusalem.' Jerusalem, Jerusalem, the city that kills the prophets and stones those who are sent to it! How often have I desired to gather your children together as a hen gathers her brood under her wings, and you were not willing! See, your house is left to you. And I tell you, you will not see me until the time comes when you say, 'Blessed is the one who comes in the name of the Lord.'
So, much worse than the Gaffney peach...Jerusalem is known as the place that murders and stones the prophets. During this Lenten season, where we focus on the sacrifice made by Christ, we are reminded of the pivotal role of Jerusalem, and the mission of Christ. In the next few weeks, we will revisit Jerusalem, and focus on the statement made by Christ. He had a work to do, and on the third day...he finished that work.
What is Myrtle Beach known for? The answer depends on perspective. When I was Senior in high school, it was known as the place where graduates pilgrimage to blow off steam before entering college or the work force. For many snowbirds, the beach is a place to escape the harsh northern winters. For many golfers, Myrtle Beach is a place for the endless search for 300 yard drives and below par scoring.
What about Apache? What are we known for?
What about our hearts, what are they known for?
I pray that we are known as ones that Jesus was actually able to scoop up, like a hen gather us, and protect us and allow us to grow and mature. Just like those chicks would be dead without the hen. We too are in the same condition without Christ. As we grow to maturity, my prayer is that we are known as those who scoop up others that need nurture and protection.
Jesus is known for the scars that he bore for us, he is known for the reappearance on Easter morning, he is known as Saviour and Lord.
From BBQ, to Peaches, to Murderers, to Furniture...what are we known for?
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Leftovers
After this, Jesus crossed over to the far side of the Sea of Galilee, also known as the Sea of Tiberias. A huge crowd kept following him wherever he went, because they saw his miraculous signs as he healed the sick. Then Jesus climbed a hill and sat down with his disciples around him.(It was nearly time for the Jewish Passover celebration.) Jesus soon saw a huge crowd of people coming to look for him. Turning to Philip, he asked, "Where can we buy bread to feed all these people?" He was testing Philip, for he already knew what he was going to do. Philip replied, "Even if we worked for months, we wouldn't have enough money* to feed them!" Then Andrew, Simon Peter's brother, spoke up. "There's a young boy here with five barley loaves and two fish. But what good is that with this huge crowd?" "Tell everyone to sit down," Jesus said. So they all sat down on the grassy slopes. (The men alone numbered about 5,000.) Then Jesus took the loaves, gave thanks to God, and distributed them to the people. Afterward he did the same with the fish. And they all ate as much as they wanted. After everyone was full, Jesus told his disciples, "Now gather the leftovers, so that nothing is wasted." So they picked up the pieces and filled twelve baskets with scraps left by the people who had eaten from the five barley loaves.
This is the same text as last week. I wanted to use the same text to show the variety of ways a text could be used. Again, this is a synopsis of the weekly sermon.
Began by engaging the congregation about leftovers. Many talked about how their mothers made use of leftovers and even disguised them so that they would be eaten.
Spoke about the leftover baskets. Which serve as a great picture of the gracious love of God. Many were fed that day, but there was and still is enough for many more.
We celebrated communion, and in the closing prayer expressed the desire to share our lunches and our lives with others. We do this...because there are leftovers aplenty!!
This is the same text as last week. I wanted to use the same text to show the variety of ways a text could be used. Again, this is a synopsis of the weekly sermon.
Began by engaging the congregation about leftovers. Many talked about how their mothers made use of leftovers and even disguised them so that they would be eaten.
Spoke about the leftover baskets. Which serve as a great picture of the gracious love of God. Many were fed that day, but there was and still is enough for many more.
We celebrated communion, and in the closing prayer expressed the desire to share our lunches and our lives with others. We do this...because there are leftovers aplenty!!
Sunday, February 18, 2007
The miraculous
After this, Jesus crossed over to the far side of the Sea of Galilee, also known as the Sea of Tiberias. A huge crowd kept following him wherever he went, because they saw his miraculous signs as he healed the sick. Then Jesus climbed a hill and sat down with his disciples around him.(It was nearly time for the Jewish Passover celebration.) Jesus soon saw a huge crowd of people coming to look for him. Turning to Philip, he asked, "Where can we buy bread to feed all these people?" He was testing Philip, for he already knew what he was going to do. Philip replied, "Even if we worked for months, we wouldn't have enough money* to feed them!" Then Andrew, Simon Peter's brother, spoke up. "There's a young boy here with five barley loaves and two fish. But what good is that with this huge crowd?" "Tell everyone to sit down," Jesus said. So they all sat down on the grassy slopes. (The men alone numbered about 5,000.) Then Jesus took the loaves, gave thanks to God, and distributed them to the people. Afterward he did the same with the fish. And they all ate as much as they wanted. After everyone was full, Jesus told his disciples, "Now gather the leftovers, so that nothing is wasted." So they picked up the pieces and filled twelve baskets with scraps left by the people who had eaten from the five barley loaves.
This is another synopsis week. My head is almost out of the water, so anticipate full text recaps soon.
The focus this week was on the miracle that took place during the feeding of the 5000. The miracle here is the fact that the boy actually gave up his lunch. To communicate this, at the very beginning of the sermon, I ate a piece of chocolate. I described it and made it very desirable to the congregation. After they were all wanting a piece, I passed around the box, and told them all that they could have some. The Box was empty. There were no treats to be had. It was an easy transition into asking,"What if the boy had eaten all his lunch on the way into town?" Then he would have been deprived of seeing Jesus work. He would have been full physically, but empty spiritually.
At the end...I had chocolates at the door for them to pick up.
This is another synopsis week. My head is almost out of the water, so anticipate full text recaps soon.
The focus this week was on the miracle that took place during the feeding of the 5000. The miracle here is the fact that the boy actually gave up his lunch. To communicate this, at the very beginning of the sermon, I ate a piece of chocolate. I described it and made it very desirable to the congregation. After they were all wanting a piece, I passed around the box, and told them all that they could have some. The Box was empty. There were no treats to be had. It was an easy transition into asking,"What if the boy had eaten all his lunch on the way into town?" Then he would have been deprived of seeing Jesus work. He would have been full physically, but empty spiritually.
At the end...I had chocolates at the door for them to pick up.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Necco Messages
Due to time restraints, some weeks will be only a synopsis of the sermon rather than the full text. This is one of those weeks.
Today I passed around a container with NECCO hearts. We had pulled out the odd ones, like Email me, Marry Me etc. People pulled them out and we discussed them in terms of human love and Godly love. Lots of Chuckles and Laughs, as some said "Go Fish", "Cool Cat", "Hope" and "True Love". We discussed broken heart and loves lost, as well as dreams realized.
Simple sermon, but full of power and recollections of Valentines form the past.
Scripture Emphasis: Love the Lord, your God with all your heart, soul, mind, and strength...and love your neighbor as yourself.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Super-Vision
Due to time restraints....some weeks I will be giving a synopsis of sermon, instead of full text. By the way, this is one of those weeks.
Lamar Hunt Story...
What's in a name?
Credit a bouncy rubber ball for coining the name "Super Bowl."
In 1967, the game debuted as the "AFL-NFL World Championship Game." Realizing this was too cumbersome, Kansas City Chiefs owner Lamar Hunt suggested "Super Bowl" after watching his daughter play with a Super Ball. It was meant to be a temporary moniker, but the media latched on to it.
"Super Bowl" appeared on a ticket for the first time in the fourth championship. The previous three games were later retroactively given the name Super Bowl as well.
Hunt died in December. The ball that inspired the "Super Bowl" remains on display at the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio.
Question posed to congregation is...."What if Lamar Hunt had been too busy with his day to day routine to be inspired by the bouncing of the ball?
Our issue--How often are we too consumed with our day to day that we miss the quiet whispers of God given inspiration in our own lives?
Listen....we may be surprised by what we hear.
Lamar Hunt Story...
What's in a name?
Credit a bouncy rubber ball for coining the name "Super Bowl."
In 1967, the game debuted as the "AFL-NFL World Championship Game." Realizing this was too cumbersome, Kansas City Chiefs owner Lamar Hunt suggested "Super Bowl" after watching his daughter play with a Super Ball. It was meant to be a temporary moniker, but the media latched on to it.
"Super Bowl" appeared on a ticket for the first time in the fourth championship. The previous three games were later retroactively given the name Super Bowl as well.
Hunt died in December. The ball that inspired the "Super Bowl" remains on display at the Pro Football Hall of Fame in Canton, Ohio.
Question posed to congregation is...."What if Lamar Hunt had been too busy with his day to day routine to be inspired by the bouncing of the ball?
Our issue--How often are we too consumed with our day to day that we miss the quiet whispers of God given inspiration in our own lives?
Listen....we may be surprised by what we hear.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
Sharing the Load
Over the last few weeks, we have been involved in a sermon series that teaches us how to bear the burdens of others. Week one, we focused on the importance of learning peoples names. It is important to know each other by name, and calling them by that name. Imagine how comforting it is to hear someone call your name, and compare that to someone saying, "Hey you." Last week, we talked about the importance of moving past the name stage and learning how to creatively love each other. I shared a powerful story that you may reference on the website, a story that explains the need to put the needs of others above our own.
In the winter of 1998, I took my first trip out of the country. Actually, it was my first trip by plane. Many of you are aware of my friend that is a Pastor in South Korea, his name is Mr. Sang Min Choi. He invited me to preach in his home church, and I accepted. Of course, In had in mind his local church in Abbeville....not his HOME church, in a distant land.
I had never packed for a long trip, and crammed all the stuff I thought I needed into a large suitcase. I did the usual drill of loading the suitcase to capacity, and lying on top of to zip it closed. After much effort, it finally zipped and clicked into place. The day of departure was a only a few anxious winks away.
After landing in Seoul, I wound my way through the Kimpo airport and located the baggage terminal. I grabbed the monster of a suitcase and wandered through the airport and finally caught a glimpse of my friend, Choi. He had failed to inform me that I would need to carry the suitcase for a few miles through the streets of Seoul, as we looked for lunch. I lugged this heavy suitcase, all over Seoul, Korea. My friend is a small guy, but he wanted to assist. He grabbed the green monster, and immediately spoke the universal language of heaviness,"uugh." He gave it his best, carrying my load, and then...we considered the prospect of working together. Wow, sharing the burden was a great idea. The load was much easier to bear, but we had the dilemma of finding a cab that could hold us and my luggage.
Truth of the matter, is that I had all kinds of junk in my suitcase that was non-essential. Stuff that was heavy and weighed me down. I think, actually I know, that on this day, we have too much "junk in our trunk." So this morning, what is loading you down? Is it fear? Doubt? Improper self image? Pride? What is it??
Another heavy question is, "Why are we afraid to share the stuff that is in our suitcase with others?" So, instead of the preacher telling you why...I am asking you...WHY??
Response one- Maybe we think that those people have burdens of their own that are bigger. Maybe they don't need ours.
Response 2-Maybe we are prideful and are afraid to share.
Response 3- Maybe we are not even aware of our deep issues.
Response 4- I think we are afraid.
I agree, I think that all of these are reasons. Ultimately, our inability to share is often rooted in fear and issues with trust. For example, I think Pat is a great guy, but can I trust him with my story. Can I tell my secrets and can I trust him to love me after he knows, and not to leave me naked before the world.
For us to be able to bear the burden of another, as the text in Galatians 6:2-3 tells us to, we must learn to be trustworthy as a keeper of secrets. We must value people as children of God and realize that we all fall down. We all make big mistakes, and we all need grace. We should be trustworthy as a keeper of the dark stories, but also we should be able to tell our stories with others.
response 1- preacher, we have stuff in our trunks that we do not really need. We can take out the junk and fill it up with the stuff that God has for us. Then the load is much lighter.
You're right, for my trip home, I discarded a bunch of stuff I did not need. Then, I bought new luggage with wheels and handles. Kinda makes it easier...with a lighter load and being prepared for the trip.
This week our challenge is to look inward and outward. What is bogging me down? How can I let it loose? Who is worthy to share them with? Can I be trusted to keep the secrets? Can I be a giver of grace...no matter the burden?
Heavy questions...but I never said that it was easy to bear burdens. Do we dare to try?
In the winter of 1998, I took my first trip out of the country. Actually, it was my first trip by plane. Many of you are aware of my friend that is a Pastor in South Korea, his name is Mr. Sang Min Choi. He invited me to preach in his home church, and I accepted. Of course, In had in mind his local church in Abbeville....not his HOME church, in a distant land.
I had never packed for a long trip, and crammed all the stuff I thought I needed into a large suitcase. I did the usual drill of loading the suitcase to capacity, and lying on top of to zip it closed. After much effort, it finally zipped and clicked into place. The day of departure was a only a few anxious winks away.
After landing in Seoul, I wound my way through the Kimpo airport and located the baggage terminal. I grabbed the monster of a suitcase and wandered through the airport and finally caught a glimpse of my friend, Choi. He had failed to inform me that I would need to carry the suitcase for a few miles through the streets of Seoul, as we looked for lunch. I lugged this heavy suitcase, all over Seoul, Korea. My friend is a small guy, but he wanted to assist. He grabbed the green monster, and immediately spoke the universal language of heaviness,"uugh." He gave it his best, carrying my load, and then...we considered the prospect of working together. Wow, sharing the burden was a great idea. The load was much easier to bear, but we had the dilemma of finding a cab that could hold us and my luggage.
Truth of the matter, is that I had all kinds of junk in my suitcase that was non-essential. Stuff that was heavy and weighed me down. I think, actually I know, that on this day, we have too much "junk in our trunk." So this morning, what is loading you down? Is it fear? Doubt? Improper self image? Pride? What is it??
Another heavy question is, "Why are we afraid to share the stuff that is in our suitcase with others?" So, instead of the preacher telling you why...I am asking you...WHY??
Response one- Maybe we think that those people have burdens of their own that are bigger. Maybe they don't need ours.
Response 2-Maybe we are prideful and are afraid to share.
Response 3- Maybe we are not even aware of our deep issues.
Response 4- I think we are afraid.
I agree, I think that all of these are reasons. Ultimately, our inability to share is often rooted in fear and issues with trust. For example, I think Pat is a great guy, but can I trust him with my story. Can I tell my secrets and can I trust him to love me after he knows, and not to leave me naked before the world.
For us to be able to bear the burden of another, as the text in Galatians 6:2-3 tells us to, we must learn to be trustworthy as a keeper of secrets. We must value people as children of God and realize that we all fall down. We all make big mistakes, and we all need grace. We should be trustworthy as a keeper of the dark stories, but also we should be able to tell our stories with others.
response 1- preacher, we have stuff in our trunks that we do not really need. We can take out the junk and fill it up with the stuff that God has for us. Then the load is much lighter.
You're right, for my trip home, I discarded a bunch of stuff I did not need. Then, I bought new luggage with wheels and handles. Kinda makes it easier...with a lighter load and being prepared for the trip.
This week our challenge is to look inward and outward. What is bogging me down? How can I let it loose? Who is worthy to share them with? Can I be trusted to keep the secrets? Can I be a giver of grace...no matter the burden?
Heavy questions...but I never said that it was easy to bear burdens. Do we dare to try?
Sunday, January 21, 2007
"SHMILY"
Last week following the sermon, one of our dear parishioners...one of the brothers and sisters in Christ, told Sarah that she wanted to come up front and smack me for her. I guess that possibly there are dangers in sharing too much of your family situations and funny stories. However, I feel strongly that God speaks to us through such stories. Sometimes he yells to us loudly in the whispers of love from a spouse, children or friend. He speaks to us through our pain, as often we do not listen during the times of our lives when all is well. If we listen, we can hear him in laughter, and feel him in our tears.
He speaks to us strongly through his word. As with most other weeks, I attempt to link these two methods of revelation. This morning, join me as we revisit the scripture that we looked at last week. This is part of a 3 week series on "Bearing Burdens."
Galatians 6:2-3
Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ. If you think you are too important to help someone, you are only fooling yourself. You are not that important.
Last week we learned about the importance of taking the time to learn someones name that we did not know. I hope that we all were able to make that connection with someone new. It is powerful and comfortable to hear someone call our name. It is a vital touch point for connection and relationship building.
I am unsure if you realize this...but often I am pretty dumb when it comes to sensitivity issues. This is particularly manifest with my wife. This week however, I read something that made the light bulb get power. I heard the "ding" and said "Eureka." In other words..."by George, I think He's got it." Care to hear the story? I hope so, because you are getting it anyway.
He speaks to us strongly through his word. As with most other weeks, I attempt to link these two methods of revelation. This morning, join me as we revisit the scripture that we looked at last week. This is part of a 3 week series on "Bearing Burdens."
Galatians 6:2-3
Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ. If you think you are too important to help someone, you are only fooling yourself. You are not that important.
Last week we learned about the importance of taking the time to learn someones name that we did not know. I hope that we all were able to make that connection with someone new. It is powerful and comfortable to hear someone call our name. It is a vital touch point for connection and relationship building.
I am unsure if you realize this...but often I am pretty dumb when it comes to sensitivity issues. This is particularly manifest with my wife. This week however, I read something that made the light bulb get power. I heard the "ding" and said "Eureka." In other words..."by George, I think He's got it." Care to hear the story? I hope so, because you are getting it anyway.
"Shmily" by Laura Jeanne Allen
My grandparents were married for over half a century. From the time they met each other they played their own special game. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was his or her turn to hide it once more.
They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam on the bathroom mirror, where it would reappear after every hot shower. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.
There was no end to the places "shmily" popped up. Little notes with a hastily scribbled "shmily" were found on dashboards and car seats or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.
It took me a long time before I fully appreciated my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection that not everyone experiences.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome an old man he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: My grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, she went to church with him every Sunday. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins, and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.
Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for letting me see.
My grandparents were married for over half a century. From the time they met each other they played their own special game. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was his or her turn to hide it once more.
They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam on the bathroom mirror, where it would reappear after every hot shower. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.
There was no end to the places "shmily" popped up. Little notes with a hastily scribbled "shmily" were found on dashboards and car seats or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.
It took me a long time before I fully appreciated my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection that not everyone experiences.
Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome an old man he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.
But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: My grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside.
Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, she went to church with him every Sunday. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.
"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins, and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby.
Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.
S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.
Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for letting me see.
Now, this had such a profound impact that Sarah and I have adopted the practice. Instead of SHMILY we are using the #4. In our instance it means...4 keeps. To introduce the idea, I went by SONIC and took Sarah a Route 44 diet coke b the school. Douglas had early dismissal on Friday, and I picked him up. I gave the drink to another teacher, who dropped it by Sarah's room along with a note. She searched the cup, and on the bottom, in red was a #4. Douglas and I went to a movie and I was so excited that I actually "got it right", I understood, I had the "Eureka moment."
This morning we read this story because I think that it is the next step in the process of bearing the burdens of another. Last week, we learned of names....breaking the ice...(sing).."the getting to know you, getting to know all about you" process. Today we are instructed to find creative ways to let each other see how much we love them.
Now this has nothing to do with you all being so good to us. We are showered with love from the congregation often. I am encouraging you to find ways to love...EACH OTHER.
How are we to love creatively? It doesn't have to be expensive. One of the funniest ways that I have been loved creatively is that someone brought a gift by our old spot here on the campground on the day before an important procedure. I was having a colonoscopy, and this dear lady...with my sense of warped humor...brought by a four pack of Charmin. Great stuff!! I had a great laugh and felt great love.
This week, slow down a bit and think...How can I love someone here creatively. Husbands, start with your wives. Wives, you may reciprocate, as well. Then reach out to others in this assembly.
So, now that we know names, and have learned about creative loving...next week we will learn about bearing burdens. This waiting part reminds me of wanting to swim right after a picnic at the lake. Remember...if we jump in too soon, we may cramp up!
Benediction--Lord Jesus, thank you for reminding us of your love. In your word you tell us, in our lives you tell us and we still sometimes forget. Your love is strong, and you still remind us often. Our love for you, and others is weak...help us to be diligent in telling of our love. Help us to be creative, and never grow tired of loving. As your word says, "They will know that we are Christians by our love...one to another." We love you, Lord. Amen
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Back to School
Last Thursday was my first day of school in quite a long time. This event transported me back to a time almost forgotten; to a place of recollection of school preparations from days gone by. I recalled having an intense discussion with my mom in the boys department of a local JC Penny. She wanted me to try on a "fabulous" pair of dark green pants. I protested with great vigor, and offered up my best defense. But, the green pants became a staple in the wardrobe cycle of the schoolboy. Other years would bring new requests for clothes, as I became much more fashion savvy. I had to own the original "Air Jordan" tennis shoe by Nike. These shoes were so tremendously ugly, oh but so much in style. I also owned a "Members Only" jacket. In Jr. High, I even strutted around the small halls of T.E. Mabry with a pair of Jordache jeans, and every other day...a pair of Calvin Klein's.
This "Back to School" experience has been quite different. Since I am only taking 7 upper level English courses, I know that my time there is brief , yet filled with purpose. I am here to learn, and begin the alternate certification process for teaching secondary English in South Carolina. With much excitement and timidity, I went a few days early to Coastal Carolina University to scope out the situation. My friend, Jimmy, a recent graduate, gave me the necessary tour of the campus. I found out where to park, and even walked to my classes a few days in advance to prevent being late. I was beginning to feel like this would be a fairly simple adjustment process.
After my first class, I walked to the coffee shoppe. The house of caffeine addiction is housed in the Library. I think this is a great idea. Perhaps, they should put turnstiles at the entrance so that it appears that the Library is actually getting some traffic for academic reasons. Anyway, I made my way to the coffee shoppe and was greeted by a super friendly, customer service oriented barrista, in her early fifties. I had my book bag slung over my shoulder, half cocked...just like the cool students. She looked at me, and after I placed my order asked, " Are you a new professor here." After answering her question, I left...with my head hung low. (Perhaps I just looked intelligent???) (Much Laughter)
My Adolescent literature class was the first of the day, and I entered and scoped out my seat. I did not sit too close to the front, because the last time I was in college, I missed a ton of classes. I wanted to sit near the back so I could blend in. At this juncture, as it was prior to the coffee house deflation experience, I hoped that I actually looked similar to the other students. I found the desk for me. It was a little small, but compared to the Korean Airlines seats...they were VERY ROOMY. After the other students found their way to class (some were late...I assumed that they did not scope out the class location prior), the teacher said that we needed to play a game together. Since we were going to be spending a great deal of time together, we needed to know each other. We were a community, and were working together on a journey of learning to appreciate adolescent literature. So...the game began.
She started with the first person on the opposite side of the room. Person # 1 said her name, then person # 2 said the name of Person # 1 and their name. Person # 3 repeated the process...and so on. I was person number 16 or so, and I am sure that you are curious as to how I performed on my first test? I made 100. I wrote down every ones names and read them back when it was my turn. Now you understand why I needed the coffee!!!
Dr. Osbourne was very profound in her statement about community. If she had been wearing a Genevan gown, she could have been a Presbyterian clergy member, delivering the Sunday address. We too are a community, a people of faith, gathering together today with a common purpose. She got me thinking about the power of being called by name.
Back in the days of the "Air-Jordans" and Jordaches, there was a fabulous sitcom on television. Reruns today always make me laugh, and I have a hunch with this crowd...that you laugh too. The show centered around a bar. The theme song went something like this:
Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.
Hmmm, sound like a church doesn't it? But the sad part is, often the local bar is much more friendly than the people of faith. Look around...who do you not know? This group of people has a core group of 30 that are here each week, and then another 35 or so that change each week during the off season. During the summer, our attendance is over 100. Imagine... if we knew the needs of each, and could openly share our wounds together?
Now, I see from the fear on your face that you think that we are going to play the name game. The gospel is "good news" and I have some good news for you. Grace will be extended if you, on your own get to know someone new today. Why does this matter? The text for today takes us to the answer:
Galatians 6:3-4
Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ. If you think you are too important to help someone, you are only fooling yourself. You are not that important.
We are to bear each others burdens. Next week I am going to work more with this passage. But if we do not take the time to know someones name, then it is very unlikely that we will actually care enough to bear their burdens. So, just like in elementary school, we will start with the basics. Today, we will learn new names. We may have to ask again next week, but today...we will try.
Closing hymn
Prior to benediction: I took Sarah with me to school on Friday. I needed to go by the bookstore and pick up a few things. This served two purposes: I wanted all the young girls to know that i was married already and that they should leave me alone, and I wanted Sarah to feel old too. (much laughter)
Names...so important. I am glad that God knows ours, and has them written upon his heart. I am glad that we know his, and that he forgives us...when we confess those failures to him. His Son had a name too..." and at the name of Jesus, every knee will bow, and every tongue will confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord."
Benediction
This "Back to School" experience has been quite different. Since I am only taking 7 upper level English courses, I know that my time there is brief , yet filled with purpose. I am here to learn, and begin the alternate certification process for teaching secondary English in South Carolina. With much excitement and timidity, I went a few days early to Coastal Carolina University to scope out the situation. My friend, Jimmy, a recent graduate, gave me the necessary tour of the campus. I found out where to park, and even walked to my classes a few days in advance to prevent being late. I was beginning to feel like this would be a fairly simple adjustment process.
After my first class, I walked to the coffee shoppe. The house of caffeine addiction is housed in the Library. I think this is a great idea. Perhaps, they should put turnstiles at the entrance so that it appears that the Library is actually getting some traffic for academic reasons. Anyway, I made my way to the coffee shoppe and was greeted by a super friendly, customer service oriented barrista, in her early fifties. I had my book bag slung over my shoulder, half cocked...just like the cool students. She looked at me, and after I placed my order asked, " Are you a new professor here." After answering her question, I left...with my head hung low. (Perhaps I just looked intelligent???) (Much Laughter)
My Adolescent literature class was the first of the day, and I entered and scoped out my seat. I did not sit too close to the front, because the last time I was in college, I missed a ton of classes. I wanted to sit near the back so I could blend in. At this juncture, as it was prior to the coffee house deflation experience, I hoped that I actually looked similar to the other students. I found the desk for me. It was a little small, but compared to the Korean Airlines seats...they were VERY ROOMY. After the other students found their way to class (some were late...I assumed that they did not scope out the class location prior), the teacher said that we needed to play a game together. Since we were going to be spending a great deal of time together, we needed to know each other. We were a community, and were working together on a journey of learning to appreciate adolescent literature. So...the game began.
She started with the first person on the opposite side of the room. Person # 1 said her name, then person # 2 said the name of Person # 1 and their name. Person # 3 repeated the process...and so on. I was person number 16 or so, and I am sure that you are curious as to how I performed on my first test? I made 100. I wrote down every ones names and read them back when it was my turn. Now you understand why I needed the coffee!!!
Dr. Osbourne was very profound in her statement about community. If she had been wearing a Genevan gown, she could have been a Presbyterian clergy member, delivering the Sunday address. We too are a community, a people of faith, gathering together today with a common purpose. She got me thinking about the power of being called by name.
Back in the days of the "Air-Jordans" and Jordaches, there was a fabulous sitcom on television. Reruns today always make me laugh, and I have a hunch with this crowd...that you laugh too. The show centered around a bar. The theme song went something like this:
Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?
Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.
Hmmm, sound like a church doesn't it? But the sad part is, often the local bar is much more friendly than the people of faith. Look around...who do you not know? This group of people has a core group of 30 that are here each week, and then another 35 or so that change each week during the off season. During the summer, our attendance is over 100. Imagine... if we knew the needs of each, and could openly share our wounds together?
Now, I see from the fear on your face that you think that we are going to play the name game. The gospel is "good news" and I have some good news for you. Grace will be extended if you, on your own get to know someone new today. Why does this matter? The text for today takes us to the answer:
Galatians 6:3-4
Share each other’s burdens, and in this way obey the law of Christ. If you think you are too important to help someone, you are only fooling yourself. You are not that important.
We are to bear each others burdens. Next week I am going to work more with this passage. But if we do not take the time to know someones name, then it is very unlikely that we will actually care enough to bear their burdens. So, just like in elementary school, we will start with the basics. Today, we will learn new names. We may have to ask again next week, but today...we will try.
Closing hymn
Prior to benediction: I took Sarah with me to school on Friday. I needed to go by the bookstore and pick up a few things. This served two purposes: I wanted all the young girls to know that i was married already and that they should leave me alone, and I wanted Sarah to feel old too. (much laughter)
Names...so important. I am glad that God knows ours, and has them written upon his heart. I am glad that we know his, and that he forgives us...when we confess those failures to him. His Son had a name too..." and at the name of Jesus, every knee will bow, and every tongue will confess, that Jesus Christ is Lord."
Benediction
Saturday, January 06, 2007
A Lost Art?
Inspiration comes in many different ways. Often a launching point for a sermon comes from something that I hear, read, or see. Occasionally a thought comes when I am in the shower, first thing in the morning, before other thoughts and ideas crowd into my mind. Sometimes, a great thought by a theologian moves me to explore my beliefs, and leads me to communicate those ideas to the congregation. While on Christmas vacation, I was moved. A happenstance meeting with the great theologian, Ed Floyd, left me a changed man.
From the looks on some of your faces, I see that many of you are unaware of the contributions of Ed Floyd. Let me take a few brief moments to describe this gentleman to you.
Sarah's parents love to watch the birds out of their kitchen windows, while they eat. The "they" here are the birds, and the Bedenbaughs. While they(the birds) eat, they(the Bedenbaughs) watch. Sometimes while they(the birds) eat, they (the birds) also watch them(the Bedenbaughs) eat. I realize that this sounds a bit odd, but the real important part of this story is that when they(the birds) eat, they(the birds) also make messes on the cars parked too close to the feeders. Sarah and I made the mistake of parking too close and we needed to get the van washed. We drove to Greenville to a local car wash. We paid for the service, and went inside the lobby area. Watching for our mini-van to make it's way through the automatic pressure washing system. It was at the conclusion of this washing...that we met Ed Floyd.
Ed Floyd was busy at work, in his office. He was talking a bit with a client, and he caught my eye. Some of you may remember my need of purchasing slip on shoes for the Korea trip one year ago. These shoes were looking terrible. Many years ago, someone gave me a shoeshine kit, and I never really got the hang of it. I am sure that many of you are not surprised in the least by this. I saw Ed Floyd, and rejoiced in my Spirit. You see, Mr. Ed Floyd is a professional shoe shiner.
I climbed up on to the almost throne like chair. I placed each foot on the foot pads and he went to work. I asked him a few questions, but spent most of the time, watching. "How long have you been doing this?", I inquired. Mr. Floyd replied, oh...42 years. I quickly realized that he probably knew what he was doing. He took great care in rolling up my pants legs a bit, and then putting a certain kind of soap on each shoe. He then cleaned them off, and polished and buffed. He then polished and buffed and looked at each a little longer. He cradled each shoe in his hand like a newborn, lovingly admiring his glorious work.
"Those are nice shoes you've got there", he added. "What kind are they?" After my response, he said, "I noticed that they were very soft. "
"Mr. Floyd, have you ever found a pair of shoes that was hopeless? I mean so bad that you could not do anything to save them?" " No, sir I just do to them what I can, and usually that makes it alright." He finished after 45 minutes on my shoes, and said the fee was 6.00. Such care, such concern, so meticulous....what a bargain.
The next day we arrived back at Myrtle Beach, and it was time to go to bed. Sarah said, "I really want to watch the news, it has been 2 weeks since I saw it." Jokingly I said, "Let me summarize it for you: shooting, rape, missing child, car wreck, crooked local politician, natural disaster and 20% chance of rain." She chuckled, agreed, and we watched the news anyway.
This week I received a call from my mom telling me of a friend of mine from High school that has found himself in a bad mess.
Summarize this news story:
12:15 p.m. EST January 3, 2007
CAMPOBELLO, S.C. - Spartanburg County deputies said they believe a domestic dispute led to the shooting death of a Campobello woman on Tuesday night. Investigators said that they believe death is the result of a domestic dispute.
The woman's estranged husband, Larry Brent Horton, has been arrested in the case, investigators said. He faces murder charges.
Deputies said that just before 11 p.m., they received a 911 call about a woman dead inside a home on Underwood road.
When deputies arrived, they found Erica Bell Horton dead and her estranged husband's arm and hands covered in blood.
The couple has two children, ages 2 and 4.
The mess that this beat up world is in makes my shoes look like a piece of cake. Ed Floyd did a great job on my shoes, but he cannot solve all our problems. Jesus is the one that takes great care to work on us, meet us where we are, and never let us go. The problem is we never slow down long enough to get up in the chair and let him do his work.
Is our sin really that bad? Yes, and often we are far too comfortable with them to actually ask for forgiveness. To be honest, if Sarah had not told me that I had to do something about those beat up shoes or throw them out, I would not have done a thing. Just at my time of need...there was Ed Floyd.
What about our Spiritual needs? Can we slow down enough and ask God to identify the stains and beat up places in our lives that keep us from shining? I am reminded of the great passage of contrition found in Psalm 51.
From the looks on some of your faces, I see that many of you are unaware of the contributions of Ed Floyd. Let me take a few brief moments to describe this gentleman to you.
Sarah's parents love to watch the birds out of their kitchen windows, while they eat. The "they" here are the birds, and the Bedenbaughs. While they(the birds) eat, they(the Bedenbaughs) watch. Sometimes while they(the birds) eat, they (the birds) also watch them(the Bedenbaughs) eat. I realize that this sounds a bit odd, but the real important part of this story is that when they(the birds) eat, they(the birds) also make messes on the cars parked too close to the feeders. Sarah and I made the mistake of parking too close and we needed to get the van washed. We drove to Greenville to a local car wash. We paid for the service, and went inside the lobby area. Watching for our mini-van to make it's way through the automatic pressure washing system. It was at the conclusion of this washing...that we met Ed Floyd.
Ed Floyd was busy at work, in his office. He was talking a bit with a client, and he caught my eye. Some of you may remember my need of purchasing slip on shoes for the Korea trip one year ago. These shoes were looking terrible. Many years ago, someone gave me a shoeshine kit, and I never really got the hang of it. I am sure that many of you are not surprised in the least by this. I saw Ed Floyd, and rejoiced in my Spirit. You see, Mr. Ed Floyd is a professional shoe shiner.
I climbed up on to the almost throne like chair. I placed each foot on the foot pads and he went to work. I asked him a few questions, but spent most of the time, watching. "How long have you been doing this?", I inquired. Mr. Floyd replied, oh...42 years. I quickly realized that he probably knew what he was doing. He took great care in rolling up my pants legs a bit, and then putting a certain kind of soap on each shoe. He then cleaned them off, and polished and buffed. He then polished and buffed and looked at each a little longer. He cradled each shoe in his hand like a newborn, lovingly admiring his glorious work.
"Those are nice shoes you've got there", he added. "What kind are they?" After my response, he said, "I noticed that they were very soft. "
"Mr. Floyd, have you ever found a pair of shoes that was hopeless? I mean so bad that you could not do anything to save them?" " No, sir I just do to them what I can, and usually that makes it alright." He finished after 45 minutes on my shoes, and said the fee was 6.00. Such care, such concern, so meticulous....what a bargain.
The next day we arrived back at Myrtle Beach, and it was time to go to bed. Sarah said, "I really want to watch the news, it has been 2 weeks since I saw it." Jokingly I said, "Let me summarize it for you: shooting, rape, missing child, car wreck, crooked local politician, natural disaster and 20% chance of rain." She chuckled, agreed, and we watched the news anyway.
This week I received a call from my mom telling me of a friend of mine from High school that has found himself in a bad mess.
Summarize this news story:
12:15 p.m. EST January 3, 2007
CAMPOBELLO, S.C. - Spartanburg County deputies said they believe a domestic dispute led to the shooting death of a Campobello woman on Tuesday night. Investigators said that they believe death is the result of a domestic dispute.
The woman's estranged husband, Larry Brent Horton, has been arrested in the case, investigators said. He faces murder charges.
Deputies said that just before 11 p.m., they received a 911 call about a woman dead inside a home on Underwood road.
When deputies arrived, they found Erica Bell Horton dead and her estranged husband's arm and hands covered in blood.
The couple has two children, ages 2 and 4.
The mess that this beat up world is in makes my shoes look like a piece of cake. Ed Floyd did a great job on my shoes, but he cannot solve all our problems. Jesus is the one that takes great care to work on us, meet us where we are, and never let us go. The problem is we never slow down long enough to get up in the chair and let him do his work.
Is our sin really that bad? Yes, and often we are far too comfortable with them to actually ask for forgiveness. To be honest, if Sarah had not told me that I had to do something about those beat up shoes or throw them out, I would not have done a thing. Just at my time of need...there was Ed Floyd.
What about our Spiritual needs? Can we slow down enough and ask God to identify the stains and beat up places in our lives that keep us from shining? I am reminded of the great passage of contrition found in Psalm 51.
Have mercy upon me, O God, according to thy lovingkindness: according unto the multitude of thy tender mercies blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.
Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest.
Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.
Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities.
Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.
Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.
Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee.
Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.
O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise.
For thou desirest not sacrifice; else would I give it: thou delightest not in burnt offering.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
Wash me thoroughly from mine iniquity, and cleanse me from my sin.
For I acknowledge my transgressions: and my sin is ever before me.
Against thee, thee only, have I sinned, and done this evil in thy sight: that thou mightest be justified when thou speakest, and be clear when thou judgest.
Behold, I was shapen in iniquity; and in sin did my mother conceive me.
Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.
Purge me with hyssop, and I shall be clean: wash me, and I shall be whiter than snow.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
Hide thy face from my sins, and blot out all mine iniquities.
Create in me a clean heart, O God; and renew a right spirit within me.
Cast me not away from thy presence; and take not thy holy spirit from me.
Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation; and uphold me with thy free spirit.
Then will I teach transgressors thy ways; and sinners shall be converted unto thee.
Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, thou God of my salvation: and my tongue shall sing aloud of thy righteousness.
O Lord, open thou my lips; and my mouth shall shew forth thy praise.
For thou desirest not sacrifice; else would I give it: thou delightest not in burnt offering.
The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: a broken and a contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.
This Psalm of confession and lament was penned by David, after his sin with Bathsheeba was exposed by Nathan the prophet.
I am proud of my "like new" shoes. My "beat up life" sure does need some TLC from Christ. Sometimes, it needs some heavy buffing, too. "God, is there ever a life that you can't do anything with? When your children come to you and ask for you to work on them, are they ever beyond repair?" The good news of the Gospel is this...His reply is..."No, I just do what I can, and that always makes it alright." He did all he could with the death of Christ, he equips us with the Spirit that exposes our sins if we just listen. Crawl up in that chair...let the Master get to work.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Back and Forth
Making the trip home for the Christmas season is always full of exciting and eye opening experiences. We get to reconnect with family, learn new gossip, and take in the sights around the upstate area of South Carolina. One afternoon, we were looking for something to do to break the monotonous cycle of sleep, eat, nap, eat, and sleep. We hopped in the van and took off. We were officially galavanting. Tromping is something that is accomplished on foot, whereas galavanting is done by motor vehicle. We took off to the great metropolis of Greer, S.C. Many changes had taken place, all were providing sensory overload to my eyes. We all grow accustomed to things looking the same along the roads of our lives. During youth, it seems that these changes will never come. Now, as middle age is starred on the calendar...it is much easier to see and understand change...progress...and nostalgia.
We road past a new, high tech, twenty pump service station. Twenty five years ago, when I first learned to drive, I would drive up to this spot. Then, it had two pumps, and I was greeted by a large, Hitchcockesque man. His name was Mr. Coggins, and his jowls went on for days. I knew him because he was the home plate umpire in our church league games at Victor and Gibson ball fields. He would respond to my driving over the bell activated hose, and ask, "Fill 'er up?" While he was "fillenerup", I would pop the hood and he would look underneath. Checking the vitals of my 1985 Grand Prix. "Oil is a little low, son...I will put in a quart. Needs a little fluid too." Somehow, he was always able to time all this just right with the clicking off of the pump, and I always got a free window wash and squeegee too. Mr. Coggins is long gone now, and so is this personal service from another place in time.
We drove to my old elementary school in Holly Springs. Looking at the kindergarten playground, I was moved by how small it really was. Many yesterdays ago, it was massive and held the famous activities of sliding, swinging and the ever-popular kiss chase. The back fence was home for honeysuckles meant for suckling, even at the warnings of them being sprayed with pesticide. I guess it was OK that we were disobedient. I do not see that there were any long term effects from honeysuckle pesticide exposure.
We looked at the old area that was the exercise spot. There were different sized and colored tractor tires, buried halfway in the ground. These were great for climbing in, through, and over. Mr. Winters, our P.E. teacher, told us that he planted some magic rubber beans, and these tires sprouted up one night. I guess that many years later, the school district planted some school addition beans...as now the tires are covered with more school.
Families have changed too, as the elders are getting more elderly, the kids now have kids of their own and see the pure pleasure on the faces of the grandparents. Pleasure based on being proud, and on the fact that their kids now know what it is like to have and love and be frustrated and flooded with joy with their own children.
We drove to a nursing home to visit an elderly aunt, who is dying slowly, but still can smile. I told an old story that gave her the chance to recall times gone by. As I fed her a peanut butter cup, a tear slowly passed down her cheek. I am unsure if it was the sweetness of the treat, or the treat of the sweet memory of days long ago.
Changes...all around. But yet, there are some constants too. We ate, slept, played games, had fun, argued a little. We were annoyed by some things and inspired by others. We realized that we had something special with our families, and even realized that the aggravating things are also the same things that make each moment special. One day, perhaps I will be the elderly one, recalling a memory of the Christmas of 2006, and I will sigh deeply, and shed a tear.
What does this have to do with a sermon?At the close of this year, we look back. Some of us are filled with regret, anger, and pain. We cannot wait for the New year to roll around and give us a clean slate. Others are filled with joy and thanksgiving for the year that is to come, but have no idea, that this next year will be so very difficult and painful. Perhaps for some of us, this next year will usher in the end of our earthly life. The headstone above our grave will read...died 2007.
In this time of buying new calendars, getting new day planners, and trying to remember how to write the correct year on our checks and legal documents it is good that we can focus on that which is not changing. On this last Sabbath of 2006, I want to leave you with a verse to hold on to. This verse is one that hopefully will be carried throughout 2007, as well. Hebrews 13:8 says, Jesus is the same, yesterday...today...and forever. I need to know this...and I feel that you need it too.
Jesus, the healer, can still heal. Jesus, the redeemer, can still redeem. Jesus, the interceder, can still intercede. Jesus, the friend, is still friendly. Jesus, the forgiver, still forgives. Jesus, the restorer, still restores. Jesus, the author of our faith, is still writing. Jesus, the Lord, is still Lord. Jesus, the King, still reigns.
Gas station...Gone. Tires on the playground...Gone. The vitality of youth...Gone. Oh...but Beloved of God, be of Good cheer...Jesus is the SAME. He is still here, and longs to have fellowship with you. He longs to give you peace, a new start, a clean slate, a new calendar...a new life. I need that...what about you?
Afterward, a gentleman approached me. He said that he had his thumb sticking in his bible during the prayers, announcements, and songs. During the sermon, he opened the bible, just where his thumb had been. He looked down and saw these words,"Jesus is the same, Yesterday...Today...and Forever." Hmm...perhaps we are on to something?
We road past a new, high tech, twenty pump service station. Twenty five years ago, when I first learned to drive, I would drive up to this spot. Then, it had two pumps, and I was greeted by a large, Hitchcockesque man. His name was Mr. Coggins, and his jowls went on for days. I knew him because he was the home plate umpire in our church league games at Victor and Gibson ball fields. He would respond to my driving over the bell activated hose, and ask, "Fill 'er up?" While he was "fillenerup", I would pop the hood and he would look underneath. Checking the vitals of my 1985 Grand Prix. "Oil is a little low, son...I will put in a quart. Needs a little fluid too." Somehow, he was always able to time all this just right with the clicking off of the pump, and I always got a free window wash and squeegee too. Mr. Coggins is long gone now, and so is this personal service from another place in time.
We drove to my old elementary school in Holly Springs. Looking at the kindergarten playground, I was moved by how small it really was. Many yesterdays ago, it was massive and held the famous activities of sliding, swinging and the ever-popular kiss chase. The back fence was home for honeysuckles meant for suckling, even at the warnings of them being sprayed with pesticide. I guess it was OK that we were disobedient. I do not see that there were any long term effects from honeysuckle pesticide exposure.
We looked at the old area that was the exercise spot. There were different sized and colored tractor tires, buried halfway in the ground. These were great for climbing in, through, and over. Mr. Winters, our P.E. teacher, told us that he planted some magic rubber beans, and these tires sprouted up one night. I guess that many years later, the school district planted some school addition beans...as now the tires are covered with more school.
Families have changed too, as the elders are getting more elderly, the kids now have kids of their own and see the pure pleasure on the faces of the grandparents. Pleasure based on being proud, and on the fact that their kids now know what it is like to have and love and be frustrated and flooded with joy with their own children.
We drove to a nursing home to visit an elderly aunt, who is dying slowly, but still can smile. I told an old story that gave her the chance to recall times gone by. As I fed her a peanut butter cup, a tear slowly passed down her cheek. I am unsure if it was the sweetness of the treat, or the treat of the sweet memory of days long ago.
Changes...all around. But yet, there are some constants too. We ate, slept, played games, had fun, argued a little. We were annoyed by some things and inspired by others. We realized that we had something special with our families, and even realized that the aggravating things are also the same things that make each moment special. One day, perhaps I will be the elderly one, recalling a memory of the Christmas of 2006, and I will sigh deeply, and shed a tear.
What does this have to do with a sermon?At the close of this year, we look back. Some of us are filled with regret, anger, and pain. We cannot wait for the New year to roll around and give us a clean slate. Others are filled with joy and thanksgiving for the year that is to come, but have no idea, that this next year will be so very difficult and painful. Perhaps for some of us, this next year will usher in the end of our earthly life. The headstone above our grave will read...died 2007.
In this time of buying new calendars, getting new day planners, and trying to remember how to write the correct year on our checks and legal documents it is good that we can focus on that which is not changing. On this last Sabbath of 2006, I want to leave you with a verse to hold on to. This verse is one that hopefully will be carried throughout 2007, as well. Hebrews 13:8 says, Jesus is the same, yesterday...today...and forever. I need to know this...and I feel that you need it too.
Jesus, the healer, can still heal. Jesus, the redeemer, can still redeem. Jesus, the interceder, can still intercede. Jesus, the friend, is still friendly. Jesus, the forgiver, still forgives. Jesus, the restorer, still restores. Jesus, the author of our faith, is still writing. Jesus, the Lord, is still Lord. Jesus, the King, still reigns.
Gas station...Gone. Tires on the playground...Gone. The vitality of youth...Gone. Oh...but Beloved of God, be of Good cheer...Jesus is the SAME. He is still here, and longs to have fellowship with you. He longs to give you peace, a new start, a clean slate, a new calendar...a new life. I need that...what about you?
Afterward, a gentleman approached me. He said that he had his thumb sticking in his bible during the prayers, announcements, and songs. During the sermon, he opened the bible, just where his thumb had been. He looked down and saw these words,"Jesus is the same, Yesterday...Today...and Forever." Hmm...perhaps we are on to something?
Sunday, December 17, 2006
Ornamentally Speaking: Misfits
Each year, families re-familiarize themselves with the ritual of dragging out the boxes of Christmas decorations. We had ours stored in very large boxes, that originally had been home to automotive parts. Dad was a mechanic at a local Pontiac dealership, and his idea of storage was to cram as much stuff into one box so that there would be less to unload. There was one problem with that idea...I was often the one given the task to bring the boxes downstairs. First, I had to move the washing machine out of the way, in order to get to the boxes, not so conveniently tucked in the closet behind. Then I had to wrestle with the box, which through the years had become beaten up and lacking necessary side wall strength. Followed by a short trek down a hall with the right side filled with pictures on the wall...always inviting and courting a date with disaster courtesy of the GM part box. The last step was down the steps that I spoke about last week. This process of stair navigation was the equivalent of putting 350 pounds into a small girdle; not a pleasant sight. This event always ended with a culling of the antique broken ornaments that had been placed in the box the previous year. In retrospect...not the brightest of ideas.
Each family has their own ritual of decoration. Or decorating time was the day after Thanksgiving each year, and the decorations would be taken down before the new year. "It is bad luck to have Christmas decorations up after January first", I can still hear my mom say. I though there was some unholy connection between black-eyed peas, cornbread, collard greens and Christmas trees. Only later did I realize that this was simple parental motivation to get things in the house back in order for the year that was just beginning.
The in-laws always decorate on Christmas or afterward. This is very odd to me, but this ritual was necessitated by Sarah's mom working in retail. Her father was busy and usually did not have time. Two years ago there was even the case of the missing tree, at the Bedenbaugh house. When it was located, Sarah and I decorated it when we got there for the holidays...sometime around December 27.
This season is full of ritual and ceremony. My favorite has been even more enjoyable this year. This is the first year that Douglas has been interested in watching the Christmas Classics: Frosty the Snowman, The Little Drummer Boy, The Year without a Santa Claus, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and the best Christmas movie of all time...Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Rudolph has always been my favorite; barely eking out How the Grinch stole Christmas. I still cannot resist singing the sinister song describing the Grinch, in the cartoon classic:
Each year, my sister calls and reminds me that it is on; always a holiday treat.
Rudolph is the true launching point for the sermon today. Each week I have held up an ornament before you and talked about the memories that it evokes. Today, we have before us an ornament from the Rudolph collection. Do you all know who this little fellow is?
Each family has their own ritual of decoration. Or decorating time was the day after Thanksgiving each year, and the decorations would be taken down before the new year. "It is bad luck to have Christmas decorations up after January first", I can still hear my mom say. I though there was some unholy connection between black-eyed peas, cornbread, collard greens and Christmas trees. Only later did I realize that this was simple parental motivation to get things in the house back in order for the year that was just beginning.
The in-laws always decorate on Christmas or afterward. This is very odd to me, but this ritual was necessitated by Sarah's mom working in retail. Her father was busy and usually did not have time. Two years ago there was even the case of the missing tree, at the Bedenbaugh house. When it was located, Sarah and I decorated it when we got there for the holidays...sometime around December 27.
This season is full of ritual and ceremony. My favorite has been even more enjoyable this year. This is the first year that Douglas has been interested in watching the Christmas Classics: Frosty the Snowman, The Little Drummer Boy, The Year without a Santa Claus, Santa Claus is Coming to Town, and the best Christmas movie of all time...Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer.
Rudolph has always been my favorite; barely eking out How the Grinch stole Christmas. I still cannot resist singing the sinister song describing the Grinch, in the cartoon classic:
You're a mean one Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
And as charming as an eel,Mr. Grinch.
You're a bad banana,
With a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch!
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders.
You've got garlic in your soul,Mr. Grinch!
I wouldn't touch you
With a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch!
You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness
of a seasick crocodile,Mr. Grinch!
Given the choice between the two of you,
I'd take the seasick crocodile!
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk!
Your heart is full of unwashed socks.
Your soul is full of gunk,Mr. Grinch!
The three words that best describe you
Are as follows, and I quote,"Stink, stank, stunk!"
Each year, my sister calls and reminds me that it is on; always a holiday treat.
Rudolph is the true launching point for the sermon today. Each week I have held up an ornament before you and talked about the memories that it evokes. Today, we have before us an ornament from the Rudolph collection. Do you all know who this little fellow is?
Hermie is a kindred spirit to Rudolph. They were both Misfits. It seems that all of humanity is aware of the malady of Rudolph. Do we remember the issue with Hermie? He was one of Santa's elves, but his heart just wasn't in in. He wanted to be a dentist. He was ostracised and ridiculed and eventually took off away from Christmas Town with Rudolph. They ended up on the Island of Misfit toys where they encountered several other oddballs: a "Charlie-in-the-box", a train with square wheels, and a cowboy who rides an ostrich.
Are misfits only imaginary characters in the world of Animated cartoons? Let us explore a familiar story in the scripture found in the second chapter of Luke...as we go searching for misfits.
And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.
(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)
And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.
And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.
And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid.
And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people.
For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger.
And suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God, and saying,
Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
And it came to pass, as the angels were gone away from them into heaven, the shepherds said one to another, Let us now go even unto Bethlehem, and see this thing which is come to pass, which the Lord hath made known unto us.
And they came with haste, and found Mary, and Joseph, and the babe lying in a manger.
And when they had seen it, they made known abroad the saying which was told them concerning this child.
And all they that heard it wondered at those things which were told them by the shepherds.
But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart.
And the shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things that they had heard and seen, as it was told unto them.
The text for this third Sunday of the advent season is so very familiar. In fact, it is probably the most well known group of verses in the entirety of scripture, rivaled only by John 3:16. It is a passage filled with misfits, given to misfits. In many churches each week the minister stands before the congregation and after the morning scripture reading says,"The Word of God for the People of God." This is said because the characters in the bible speak to us today, on a deep, shared level.
The misfit characters of Luke 2 speak loudly to the inner misfit in each of us. Mary and Joseph are misfits. Do we actually think that they felt like everyone else? Mary was unlike any young woman ever, as she was filled with child...after never having relationship with a man. She was chosen, because she was a misfit. She was unique, chosen for this task of being the mother of the Savior of the World. Joseph was a misfit, as he had been given the task of believing this elaborate story told to him by Mary. This story was so unbelievable...God sent an angel to him to confirm that it was actually true. Parents have much anxiety in raising children today, as questions come often like, "Am I doing enough, Is this the right thing, am I modeling the right images and ideals to my little one." Can you imagine the pressure of raising the Son of God? True misfits indeed.
The shepherds were misfits of the highest order. Each year thousands of children don bathrobes and walk down the main aisle of the church to visit the makeshift manger in Bethlehem. They always leave and invite the congregation to go and tell the world about that which they have just seen. A cute scene indeed, but the real shepherds were far from cute and believable. The scripture speaks to the fact that they were not reputable characters. People wondered about what the shepherds were saying. Why is that? They were vagabonds; the equivalent to today's travelling carnival workers. Not exactly folks that "fit in."
The wise men were not really kings. Each year we sing We three Kings, and the song no doubt conjures up images of a caravan of crown wearing dignitaries travelling across the desert. Actually they were stargazers, astrologers traveling looking to the skies for guidance. At a close examination, they more closely resemble Dionne Warwick and her psychic friends, than special kings from a foreign land. Not exactly people that you would see as having a valuable part in the plan of God. The amazing part of the story is that they were non-Jewish. Gentile astrologers were the first to come bearing gifts to this long expected Jewish messiah. Misfits delivering gold, frankincense and myrrh to a baby king that would be more than a Jewish political revolutionary. He would be the cause of a revolution in many heart; Jew and Gentile.
Now we focus on the biggest misfit of all of the cast of characters in this spiritual drama, played out thousands of time since the first Christmas in Bethlehem. We have spoken of Mary and Joseph, the shepherds and the wise men. Who is left? Of course it is the main character in this drama unfolding before humanity. We like them, peer into the manger, and look at the feeding trough to find the biggest misfit of all. Jesus, the Christ is not only there...this morning he is here. Many years ago, the scripture tells us that God revealed himself in a tangible way. The Unknowable became the crying one that cried, ate , and did the other thing that babies often do. The creator of it all became flesh and blood. As the scriptures state, in John 1:14 "and the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us, and we saw His glory, glory as of the only begotten from the Father, full of grace and truth."
He came for folks that just feel out of place. Some of this feeling is of our own doing, and some of it is simply due to the circumstances of life. Not to long ago, I had a conversation with a gentleman in his seventies. His wife had just died after a prolonged battle with cancer. For years, he had been visiting his son's home and being a vital, warm, healthy part of family functions. He had always felt comfortable, welcome, and at home there. However since the death of his wife he no longer feels the same. He is now a misfit, as his lifelong partner is gone, leaving him to stand alone.
Another friend after the death of his spouse tells me of the pain of eating alone. His other half is not there, and things are not as they once were. He remarried quickly to help to ease the pain. This, in retrospect was a big mistake, as that was not a good fit either. He is just another misfit in this land of sin and brokenness.
You and I are not immune. We are not as we should be. We are designed to live in communion and fellowship with God and each other. Often our personal relationships are fragmented and broken, and we seem so far away from God. Our sins often break that fellowship that is vital in a healthy relationship that fosters growth. We, too are misfits and need to be reborn. We need to be remade and have our relationships healed and restored.
This morning we light the candle of misfits. The good news of this Christmas season is that (recounting other candles of advent) Although we are dumbfounded in our steps of Faith, God takes misfits, and makes us family. He does this through the image described in the center candle; the Christ. We will not be here on Christmas morning. During your time of celebration, we invite and encourage each of you to pause, as a family and light this tea-light candle. As you light it remember the story of the advent season. The light of the world, cutting through the darkness; that is who this Christ was, and is still. (Dispense tea-lights as each parishioner leaves worship area)
Hermie and Rudolph, painfully sing the song of Misfits:
Why am I such a misfit?
I am not just a nitwit.
You can't fire me I quit, since I don't fit in.
Why am I such a misfit?
I am not just a nitwit.
Just because my nose glows, why don't I fit in?
Because of Christ, the elderly man that no longer fits in, my friend that has a failed marriage, each of you here this morning and this misfit preacher can sing a new song. A song that on this day will serve as our benediction. A benediction that ushers us and allows us to capture the message of this Christmas season. The greatest gift ever received is found here. Join me, as we sing together, "The Family of God."
I'm so glad I'm a part of the Family of God,
I've been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His Blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I'm part of the family,
The Family of God
From the door of an orphanage to the house of the King,
No longer an outcast, a new song I sing;
From rags unto riches, from the weak to the strong,
I'm not worthy to be here, but PRAISE GOD! I belong!
I'm so glad. I'm a part of the Family of God,
I've been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His Blood!
Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod,
For I'm part of the family,
The Family of God.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Ornamentally speaking: Steps
This week, I saw an interesting new story on the early morning news. Advertisers are taking a new approach in marketing products, in an attempt to boost sales of product. At a bus station in San Francisco, small strips are being placed in inconspicuous places overhead. These little strips are chemically altered with a scent that will trigger the brain to want and crave a particular product. The nostrils of the "captive audience" is filled with the pleasant, warming aroma of hot, baked chocolate chip cookies. Who is the company that is sponsoring this new approach to advertising? Is it Keebler? Of course, those little elves must be behind such an ingenious idea. Is it Mrs. Fields? Her cookies sure are good, and could there possibly be a better idea than "aroma-advertising"? The answer is actually not a cookie company, at all. By looking to the right, the unsuspecting passengers have just been bamboozled by association. Most minds, when processing the smell of fresh, hot chocolate chip cookies associate a certain beverage with such euphoria. A large poster is there, with a black background. Two words phrasing a question are centered on the ad, and then the idea is crystal clear. Got Milk??
The ability of smells, sights and sounds to move us, and remind us of times that are warming and comforting is powerful. I invite each of you this morning to close your eyes, and in these few moments of silence, I invite you to think of the smells, sights and sounds of the Christmas season. (Pause for 15-30 seconds then Invite people to share these powerful memories)
You all are aware that I am an odd person. Some of you know that in a little more personal way than others, but believe me...I am strange. When I think of Christmas, many memories come to mind: smells of holiday cooking, sights of family laughing as they open gifts, sounds of family members around the table talking, and sometimes fussing after an uncle brings up a sensitive issue. I recall sitting at the little kids table and wanting to be with the grown-ups. Of course, now that I am at the big table, I realize how joyous it would be to go back.
Those things are not too odd, but this memory is a little strange. As I think of the holiday, I hear a rhythmic beat; a boom boom boom...boom boom,...boom boom. This sound is the sound of my feet as they bounded down our stairs. Everyday throughout the year, this was the rhythm of life; moving from upstairs to downstairs. On Christmas morning however, my sister and I would have to walk slowly, as Mom and Dad got in place, with the camera for just the right shot...of happy kids with morning hair. This one time of torturous, slow walking killed us, as we were so ready to see the bounty left for us by Santa. After walking slowly, and reaching the bottom..we were never disappointed.
Today, I want to talk to you about steps. We all take them, and as we look at a familiar passage, we will see that Mary and Joseph did the same.
Luke 2
1-And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.
2-(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)
3-And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
4-And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
5-To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.
6-And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
7-And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
Just as Amy and I walked slowly those Christmas mornings, Mary and Joseph has steps to take on the long journey to Bethlehem. They had to travel just under one hundred miles over rough roads, using their feet and a donkey for transportation. It took them at least a week to make this journey. I cannot imagine how difficult it would be to make that trip while on the verge of delivering a baby. It is hard enough for us to drive to our respective families for the holiday. We have the comfort of a mini-van, with heat and air, and I-pod with 2800 songs, and an unlimited number of restaurants, and gas stations to stop at for relief. We stop and switch drivers,and stretch.
I cannot see Mary and Joseph having this conversation:
Joseph-"Would you like to drive the donkey"
Mary- "No. That's OK, I think I would prefer to take a nap."
Joseph- "What about lunch?"
Mary- "Look, I think I see a Cracker Barrel or maybe that is a Waffle House in the distance."
The steps they took were steps that were not easy. They were filled with difficulty, but their faithfulness is rewarded. These steps of faith are rewarded in the beautiful scene of God made flesh, wrapped in swaddling cloths, and lying in a manger. This little bundle of joy, at this time cannot take any steps...but many important ones are to follow.
We see the steps of Jesus, as he has walked away from his parents, now teaching the teachers in the Temple.
We see the steps of Jesus,as he walks into town, and walks over to the well and tells the woman there that she is forgiven.
We see the steps of Jesus, as he walks over to the tree. Looking up, he says, "Zaccheus, come down ..because Today I need to eat with you."
We see the steps of Jesus, as he sets his steps toward Jerusalem,knowing that this journey will lead to his death.
We see the steps of Jesus, as he is lead away from the Garden, in the hands of soldiers. We hear him say to his disciples, "Put away your swords."
We see the steps of Jesus, as he walks the hill to Calvary. While hanging there, he says "Father Forgive them, they know not what they do"
As we focus on the Advent candle, we see that the candle of dumbfoundedness is lit. Reminding us to be dumbfounded in the presence of the Lord. Although we are so unfaithful, often God blesses us immensely. We should be dumbfounded, knowing that He loves us so very much.
Today, we will light the candle of "steps". We realize that each day begins with steps, and before we stop in the evening, many more happen. Just as Mary and Joseph took these steps of faith, Jesus learned and followed.
Psalm 37:23 tells us, "Our steps are governed by the Lord." During this season, may we see our lives are lived out one faithful step at a time.
The ornament that I hold up today, is a reminder of little steps. This little ornament was made by my Aunt and I the week before my sister was born. For many years, I was the only child, and my steps were watched closely by the entire family. My sister came along, and actually took her first steps in a hotel here at Myrtle Beach. The best part is that after her birth, my steps were not focused upon. We both grew up, and each evening at 6:10 p.m., we would be sitting on those same Christmas steps, looking out the window, and waiting on my father to arrive home. Now, we are the parents, entrusted with watching the steps of our little ones.
The ability of smells, sights and sounds to move us, and remind us of times that are warming and comforting is powerful. I invite each of you this morning to close your eyes, and in these few moments of silence, I invite you to think of the smells, sights and sounds of the Christmas season. (Pause for 15-30 seconds then Invite people to share these powerful memories)
You all are aware that I am an odd person. Some of you know that in a little more personal way than others, but believe me...I am strange. When I think of Christmas, many memories come to mind: smells of holiday cooking, sights of family laughing as they open gifts, sounds of family members around the table talking, and sometimes fussing after an uncle brings up a sensitive issue. I recall sitting at the little kids table and wanting to be with the grown-ups. Of course, now that I am at the big table, I realize how joyous it would be to go back.
Those things are not too odd, but this memory is a little strange. As I think of the holiday, I hear a rhythmic beat; a boom boom boom...boom boom,...boom boom. This sound is the sound of my feet as they bounded down our stairs. Everyday throughout the year, this was the rhythm of life; moving from upstairs to downstairs. On Christmas morning however, my sister and I would have to walk slowly, as Mom and Dad got in place, with the camera for just the right shot...of happy kids with morning hair. This one time of torturous, slow walking killed us, as we were so ready to see the bounty left for us by Santa. After walking slowly, and reaching the bottom..we were never disappointed.
Today, I want to talk to you about steps. We all take them, and as we look at a familiar passage, we will see that Mary and Joseph did the same.
Luke 2
1-And it came to pass in those days, that there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed.
2-(And this taxing was first made when Cyrenius was governor of Syria.)
3-And all went to be taxed, every one into his own city.
4-And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judaea, unto the city of David, which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:)
5-To be taxed with Mary his espoused wife, being great with child.
6-And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered.
7-And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.
Just as Amy and I walked slowly those Christmas mornings, Mary and Joseph has steps to take on the long journey to Bethlehem. They had to travel just under one hundred miles over rough roads, using their feet and a donkey for transportation. It took them at least a week to make this journey. I cannot imagine how difficult it would be to make that trip while on the verge of delivering a baby. It is hard enough for us to drive to our respective families for the holiday. We have the comfort of a mini-van, with heat and air, and I-pod with 2800 songs, and an unlimited number of restaurants, and gas stations to stop at for relief. We stop and switch drivers,and stretch.
I cannot see Mary and Joseph having this conversation:
Joseph-"Would you like to drive the donkey"
Mary- "No. That's OK, I think I would prefer to take a nap."
Joseph- "What about lunch?"
Mary- "Look, I think I see a Cracker Barrel or maybe that is a Waffle House in the distance."
The steps they took were steps that were not easy. They were filled with difficulty, but their faithfulness is rewarded. These steps of faith are rewarded in the beautiful scene of God made flesh, wrapped in swaddling cloths, and lying in a manger. This little bundle of joy, at this time cannot take any steps...but many important ones are to follow.
We see the steps of Jesus, as he has walked away from his parents, now teaching the teachers in the Temple.
We see the steps of Jesus,as he walks into town, and walks over to the well and tells the woman there that she is forgiven.
We see the steps of Jesus, as he walks over to the tree. Looking up, he says, "Zaccheus, come down ..because Today I need to eat with you."
We see the steps of Jesus, as he sets his steps toward Jerusalem,knowing that this journey will lead to his death.
We see the steps of Jesus, as he is lead away from the Garden, in the hands of soldiers. We hear him say to his disciples, "Put away your swords."
We see the steps of Jesus, as he walks the hill to Calvary. While hanging there, he says "Father Forgive them, they know not what they do"
As we focus on the Advent candle, we see that the candle of dumbfoundedness is lit. Reminding us to be dumbfounded in the presence of the Lord. Although we are so unfaithful, often God blesses us immensely. We should be dumbfounded, knowing that He loves us so very much.
Today, we will light the candle of "steps". We realize that each day begins with steps, and before we stop in the evening, many more happen. Just as Mary and Joseph took these steps of faith, Jesus learned and followed.
Psalm 37:23 tells us, "Our steps are governed by the Lord." During this season, may we see our lives are lived out one faithful step at a time.
The ornament that I hold up today, is a reminder of little steps. This little ornament was made by my Aunt and I the week before my sister was born. For many years, I was the only child, and my steps were watched closely by the entire family. My sister came along, and actually took her first steps in a hotel here at Myrtle Beach. The best part is that after her birth, my steps were not focused upon. We both grew up, and each evening at 6:10 p.m., we would be sitting on those same Christmas steps, looking out the window, and waiting on my father to arrive home. Now, we are the parents, entrusted with watching the steps of our little ones.
May the Lord guide each of your steps, and may each of us walk beside the other and assist, as needed. May each step of this holiday season be filled with anticipation of the Messiah that we celebrate, this blessed time of year.
Closing Hymn--Footprints of Jesus
Sweetly, Lord, have we heard Thee calling,
Come, follow Me!
And we see where Thy footprints falling
Lead us to Thee.
Refrain:
Footprints of Jesus,
That make the pathway glow;
We will follow the steps of Jesus
Where’er they go.
Though they lead o’er the cold, dark mountains,
Seeking His sheep;
Or along by Siloam’s fountains,
Helping the weak.
If they lead through the temple holy,
Preaching the Word;
Or in homes of the poor and lowly,
Serving the Lord.
Though, dear Lord, in Thy pathway keeping,
We follow Thee;
Through the gloom of that place of weeping,
Gethsemane!
If Thy way and its sorrows bearing,
We go again,
Up the slope of the hillside, bearing
Our cross of pain.
By and by, through the shining portals,
Turning our feet,
We shall walk, with the glad immortals,
Heaven’s golden street.
Then, at last, when on high He sees us,
Our journey done,
We will rest where the steps of Jesus
End at His throne.
Footprints of Jesus,
That make the pathway glow;
We will follow the steps of Jesus
Where’er they go.
Benediction--
Dismiss us from this place with you love and mercy. Thank you for allowing us to take steps, fall, and come to you for forgiveness. May this holiday season be filled with steps that lead us to focus upon the Coming Christ, who came, died, rose and will return again...in faithfulness. Light out path, O' God, as we walk this way that you have prepared for us. Amen.
Closing Hymn--Footprints of Jesus
Sweetly, Lord, have we heard Thee calling,
Come, follow Me!
And we see where Thy footprints falling
Lead us to Thee.
Refrain:
Footprints of Jesus,
That make the pathway glow;
We will follow the steps of Jesus
Where’er they go.
Though they lead o’er the cold, dark mountains,
Seeking His sheep;
Or along by Siloam’s fountains,
Helping the weak.
If they lead through the temple holy,
Preaching the Word;
Or in homes of the poor and lowly,
Serving the Lord.
Though, dear Lord, in Thy pathway keeping,
We follow Thee;
Through the gloom of that place of weeping,
Gethsemane!
If Thy way and its sorrows bearing,
We go again,
Up the slope of the hillside, bearing
Our cross of pain.
By and by, through the shining portals,
Turning our feet,
We shall walk, with the glad immortals,
Heaven’s golden street.
Then, at last, when on high He sees us,
Our journey done,
We will rest where the steps of Jesus
End at His throne.
Footprints of Jesus,
That make the pathway glow;
We will follow the steps of Jesus
Where’er they go.
Benediction--
Dismiss us from this place with you love and mercy. Thank you for allowing us to take steps, fall, and come to you for forgiveness. May this holiday season be filled with steps that lead us to focus upon the Coming Christ, who came, died, rose and will return again...in faithfulness. Light out path, O' God, as we walk this way that you have prepared for us. Amen.
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