Psalm 37:4 (LB)
Be delighted with the Lord. Then He will give you all your heart's desires.
When I was a kid, Camp Meeting was a huge part of my life! It was, without a doubt, the best ten days of the year! But out of those ten days there were always one or two that stood out for me. Those were the days that the Roberts Wesleyan College Male Quartet would visit our camp to promote the college.
These guys were so 'grown-up' to me. I followed them around and was captivated with them! Listening to their amazing harmonies fascinated me! All their music was memorized. They didn't need accompaniment. And to top it off, girls everywhere went crazy over them! :-)
I knew that, when I grew up, I wanted to go to Roberts Wesleyan College, and I wanted to be in the Roberts Wesleyan College Male Quartet! It was my heart's desire!
I worked hard on my singing throughout high school. I was sent to District Chorus three years. I sang solos and duets in the New Brighton High School Choral Concerts. To some extent, I became known - at least partly - for my love for singing.
Finally, in 1969, I graduated and was accepted at Roberts Wesleyan College. That same year the college hired Professor Robert Shewan to oversee the music department. One of his first actions was to eliminate the Male Quartet from representing the college during the summers!
That's right! My lifelong dream had been demolished! When I arrived at RWC and heard this news, I was crushed!
After my four years at RWC, Debbie and I were married and we moved to Wilmore, Kentucky so that I could attend Asbury Theological Seminary. We became regular attenders at the Wilmore Free Methodist Church, where Clyde VanValin was our pastor.
After being there for several months, Pastor Clyde approached me about singing in a quartet. I couldn't believe he'd opened this door for me! I was shocked and absolutely excited! So, two or three times, I had the privilege of singing in a male quartet with Clyde Van Valin (later a bishop of the church), Bill Brunk (Director of Development at the seminary), and Harry Miller (a Wilmore insurance man - we both grew up in the New Brighton FMC).
Psalm 37:4 (LB)
Be delighted with the Lord. Then He will give you all your heart's desires.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
THE QUARTET
I grew up in a singing church. There were a lot of musically talented people. I learned to sing in the church. For the first eleven years, I sang soprano. Then for a couple of years I sang alto. This transition was easy, we had several strong alto singers in the church - I simply sat in front of them and matched my voice to theirs. Thanks Betty Paugh, Jean Miller, and a few others.
Then I learned the tenor part by listening to Chuck Payton and Morrison Baker. I sang tenor for a few months - I've been a bass ever since!
As our skills grew, we were occasionally allowed to sing in the contatas for Christmas and Easter. That was quite a thrill!
Then, Martha Smeltzer, our youth leader, recognized some of our individual ability and worked with us on solos. Jeanne Crow was most frequently used. Linda Funkhouser sang a few times, too. Then she asked me. I was terrified to sing my first solo, but it went pretty well.
The next logical step was to put together a trio of girls and a mixed quartet. The trio was always great! The quartet seemed to be a blessing too! It included Jeanne Crow, Ann Smith, Paul Funkhouser, and me.
One Sunday night we were scheduled to sing. We practiced and learned our song. But something went dreadfully wrong as we began to sing. It tickled my funny-bone, which quickly ignited Paul's giggle-spot too. Essentially, Jeanne and Ann sang a duet that night while Paul and I giggled, laughed, and choked our way through the song - trying to regain our composure!
Although we only lived three miles from the church, it was a LONG, QUIET ride home that night! Upon arriving home, my Dad laid down the law: I was never to sing in the quartet again. I don't believe I ever did...
Then I learned the tenor part by listening to Chuck Payton and Morrison Baker. I sang tenor for a few months - I've been a bass ever since!
As our skills grew, we were occasionally allowed to sing in the contatas for Christmas and Easter. That was quite a thrill!
Then, Martha Smeltzer, our youth leader, recognized some of our individual ability and worked with us on solos. Jeanne Crow was most frequently used. Linda Funkhouser sang a few times, too. Then she asked me. I was terrified to sing my first solo, but it went pretty well.
The next logical step was to put together a trio of girls and a mixed quartet. The trio was always great! The quartet seemed to be a blessing too! It included Jeanne Crow, Ann Smith, Paul Funkhouser, and me.
One Sunday night we were scheduled to sing. We practiced and learned our song. But something went dreadfully wrong as we began to sing. It tickled my funny-bone, which quickly ignited Paul's giggle-spot too. Essentially, Jeanne and Ann sang a duet that night while Paul and I giggled, laughed, and choked our way through the song - trying to regain our composure!
Although we only lived three miles from the church, it was a LONG, QUIET ride home that night! Upon arriving home, my Dad laid down the law: I was never to sing in the quartet again. I don't believe I ever did...
Sunday, January 29, 2012
CARL GEISSINGER
Carl Geissinger was a new convert. He wanted to teach. The Sunday School Superintendent at the New Brighton Free Methodist Church, Joe Douglas, had been instrumental in Carl's conversion. He gave Carl a room about five feet wide and twenty feet deep that was under one of the church's stairways. Then he told Carl, "If you can find some boys, you can teach them in that room."
It didn't take Carl long. I was one of the boys.
The room was wide enough for three folding chairs across. The middle chair could only be put in place as the room filled up from the back. Any fire marshall would have shut the class down in a heartbeat!
Carl was an enthusiastic teacher. He was high on passion, though low on accuracy! But he had a way of making Bible stories interesting for young boys. Carl's class was FUN - he made us feel special! Every Sunday, the room filled up! And if a boy missed, Carl showed up at their door - if he knew where they lived.
I remember a Sunday when a boy returned after missing several Sundays. Carl got all over his case for missing those classes. The boy explained, "Mr. Carl, I couldn't come, I had holes in my shoes!" Carl looked at the boy - incredulous! Then he threw one leg up over the other knee and said, "That's no reason not to come to Sunday School, look at my shoe!" Carl's shoe had two big holes through which we could all see his bare foot!
The case was closed with lots of laughter!
Within a few years Carl felt the Call of God on his life. He entered the ministry and planted a Free Methodist church in Holly Hills, West Virginia. It was a thriving church that saw many new converts and sent several persuasive individuals into the ministry!
Remember, God values availability over ability!
It didn't take Carl long. I was one of the boys.
The room was wide enough for three folding chairs across. The middle chair could only be put in place as the room filled up from the back. Any fire marshall would have shut the class down in a heartbeat!
Carl was an enthusiastic teacher. He was high on passion, though low on accuracy! But he had a way of making Bible stories interesting for young boys. Carl's class was FUN - he made us feel special! Every Sunday, the room filled up! And if a boy missed, Carl showed up at their door - if he knew where they lived.
I remember a Sunday when a boy returned after missing several Sundays. Carl got all over his case for missing those classes. The boy explained, "Mr. Carl, I couldn't come, I had holes in my shoes!" Carl looked at the boy - incredulous! Then he threw one leg up over the other knee and said, "That's no reason not to come to Sunday School, look at my shoe!" Carl's shoe had two big holes through which we could all see his bare foot!
The case was closed with lots of laughter!
Within a few years Carl felt the Call of God on his life. He entered the ministry and planted a Free Methodist church in Holly Hills, West Virginia. It was a thriving church that saw many new converts and sent several persuasive individuals into the ministry!
Remember, God values availability over ability!
Saturday, January 28, 2012
DR. CHADWICK
I was delivered into this world by Dr. Chadwick. My parents must have respected him, since they gave me my middle name, Eugene, in his honor! I don't know how the relationship formed, but my Dad did odd jobs for Dr. Chadwick and his wife.
They lived in a beautiful colonial-style home across the street from the Beaver County Country Club. They owned the equivalent of four lots in this exclusive residential area. Every spring, my Dad would assemble their outdoor awning; then every fall take it down and pack it away.
I think my brother, Ira, worked for the Chadwick's. At the age of eleven, my Dad took me up to the doctor's house and trained me on how to work. Together, we mulched flower beds. My father taught me to work on my knees. If you're sitting down, Mrs. Chadwick might look out and think you're not working. He also taught me to work steady instead of working in hard spurts and then resting for awhile: "When Mrs. Chadwick looks out the window, you want her to always see you working!"
He taught me how to start and service the mowers. He showed me how to trim the trees and shrubs. I learned how to put a sharp edge around their many flower beds. And then, he turned the job over to me for the rest of the summer. The Chadwick's paid me a dollar and hour! I thought I was rich!
On Saturdays, I would ride my bike from my home on Brighton Heights, down through Oak Hill, across the 10th Street Bridge, under the 5th Street Bridge, up what we called "Story Book Hill", past the Country Club and to the Chadwick's. On the way home, after working all-day, I would change my path to pass Waite's Restaurant where I would splurge on a hot-fudge Sundae! It seemed to taste better because I bought it with my hard-earned money! Sitting in Waite's made me feel big!
Mrs. Chadwick (and her daughter, Joan) would always invite me in for lunch on Saturdays. They would have a table set for me in their kitchen. They used china settings with multiple pieces of silverware. I was nervous about eating properly. Mrs. Chadwick and Joan would stand and watch me eat. The food was always different from what I ate at home, but I enjoyed it.
I continued working for the Chadwick's until I left home for college at age 17. I am grateful to them - and especially to my Dad - for the opportunity to establish a strong work ethic as a young boy!
They lived in a beautiful colonial-style home across the street from the Beaver County Country Club. They owned the equivalent of four lots in this exclusive residential area. Every spring, my Dad would assemble their outdoor awning; then every fall take it down and pack it away.
I think my brother, Ira, worked for the Chadwick's. At the age of eleven, my Dad took me up to the doctor's house and trained me on how to work. Together, we mulched flower beds. My father taught me to work on my knees. If you're sitting down, Mrs. Chadwick might look out and think you're not working. He also taught me to work steady instead of working in hard spurts and then resting for awhile: "When Mrs. Chadwick looks out the window, you want her to always see you working!"
He taught me how to start and service the mowers. He showed me how to trim the trees and shrubs. I learned how to put a sharp edge around their many flower beds. And then, he turned the job over to me for the rest of the summer. The Chadwick's paid me a dollar and hour! I thought I was rich!
On Saturdays, I would ride my bike from my home on Brighton Heights, down through Oak Hill, across the 10th Street Bridge, under the 5th Street Bridge, up what we called "Story Book Hill", past the Country Club and to the Chadwick's. On the way home, after working all-day, I would change my path to pass Waite's Restaurant where I would splurge on a hot-fudge Sundae! It seemed to taste better because I bought it with my hard-earned money! Sitting in Waite's made me feel big!
Mrs. Chadwick (and her daughter, Joan) would always invite me in for lunch on Saturdays. They would have a table set for me in their kitchen. They used china settings with multiple pieces of silverware. I was nervous about eating properly. Mrs. Chadwick and Joan would stand and watch me eat. The food was always different from what I ate at home, but I enjoyed it.
I continued working for the Chadwick's until I left home for college at age 17. I am grateful to them - and especially to my Dad - for the opportunity to establish a strong work ethic as a young boy!
Friday, January 27, 2012
SURPRISE!
It was January 27, 1962.
My Mom asked what I wanted for dinner that night - since it was my 10th birthday. I believe I asked for hamburgers and french fries.
When my Dad got home from work, he wanted to go to Sahle's Chevrolet in Beaver Falls to look at cars. He invited me to go along. It was a rare treat to get to do something alone with my Dad, so I jumped at the chance. Besides, it was very exciting to think that we might be getting a new car!
Upon arriving home, Dad asked me to put the garage door up - so he could put the car away. When I lifted the door, the lights came on and about fifteen of my school-friends screamed "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" It was the only birthday party I had - until last night.
I had come home early and snuggled in for a full evening of reading and relaxing. Deb had been up and out early; I hadn't seen her all day. She said that there was something going on early at school. Then, after tutoring, she and Laurie had some things to do for Troy's wedding. She told me that Laurie's Connection Group was having a little dinner for Dennis and Lori Massey's anniversary - and that I should come over around 6:15 PM to get something to eat.
A little after six, I headed over to the fellowship hall. It occurred to me that this must be a bigger event than I thought, because there were a lot of cars in the parking lot. As I walked into the sanctuary, the Worship Team was there for practice. Something seemed different in the way they all looked at me. They all looked like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary!
Then, I headed for the fellowship hall. I thought it was strange that there was a 'Happy Birthday' sign on the wall. I think I surprised everyone by being a few minutes early. Everyone stopped talking and just looked at me. Then, as though on a signal, they all hollered "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'
Deb had prepared a meal. We all ate and visited. I opened gifts and lots of cards and received the greetings of so many friends!
Maybe it's turning 60? Maybe it's something else? But I can't seem to get my mind off Heaven this morning.
John 5:24 (the VOICE)
[Jesus speaking] I tell you the truth: eternal life belongs to those who hear My voice and believe in the One who sent Me. These people have no reson to fear judgment because they have already left death and entered life.
Someday, we'll walk through a door and fall into the arms of Jesus! We'll be held by the One who paid the price for our salvation. As He holds us and whispers His love, we'll see a line of people waiting to welcome us: family, friends, teachers, pastors, and saints! And at that moment we will have just begun to experience what the Bible describes as "the joy of the Lord". That joy and peace will go on as we continue to serve Him for an endless eternity...
My Mom asked what I wanted for dinner that night - since it was my 10th birthday. I believe I asked for hamburgers and french fries.
When my Dad got home from work, he wanted to go to Sahle's Chevrolet in Beaver Falls to look at cars. He invited me to go along. It was a rare treat to get to do something alone with my Dad, so I jumped at the chance. Besides, it was very exciting to think that we might be getting a new car!
Upon arriving home, Dad asked me to put the garage door up - so he could put the car away. When I lifted the door, the lights came on and about fifteen of my school-friends screamed "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" It was the only birthday party I had - until last night.
I had come home early and snuggled in for a full evening of reading and relaxing. Deb had been up and out early; I hadn't seen her all day. She said that there was something going on early at school. Then, after tutoring, she and Laurie had some things to do for Troy's wedding. She told me that Laurie's Connection Group was having a little dinner for Dennis and Lori Massey's anniversary - and that I should come over around 6:15 PM to get something to eat.
A little after six, I headed over to the fellowship hall. It occurred to me that this must be a bigger event than I thought, because there were a lot of cars in the parking lot. As I walked into the sanctuary, the Worship Team was there for practice. Something seemed different in the way they all looked at me. They all looked like the proverbial cat that swallowed the canary!
Then, I headed for the fellowship hall. I thought it was strange that there was a 'Happy Birthday' sign on the wall. I think I surprised everyone by being a few minutes early. Everyone stopped talking and just looked at me. Then, as though on a signal, they all hollered "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!'
Deb had prepared a meal. We all ate and visited. I opened gifts and lots of cards and received the greetings of so many friends!
Maybe it's turning 60? Maybe it's something else? But I can't seem to get my mind off Heaven this morning.
John 5:24 (the VOICE)
[Jesus speaking] I tell you the truth: eternal life belongs to those who hear My voice and believe in the One who sent Me. These people have no reson to fear judgment because they have already left death and entered life.
Someday, we'll walk through a door and fall into the arms of Jesus! We'll be held by the One who paid the price for our salvation. As He holds us and whispers His love, we'll see a line of people waiting to welcome us: family, friends, teachers, pastors, and saints! And at that moment we will have just begun to experience what the Bible describes as "the joy of the Lord". That joy and peace will go on as we continue to serve Him for an endless eternity...
Thursday, January 26, 2012
THE INVISIBLE LOST
I read John 4, this morning. It includes the wonderful story of Jesus' encounter with a Samaritan woman.
Jesus and His disciples have been ministering in Judea, but the Pharisees are creating trouble for Him. So, Jesus decides to go to His home area (Galilee - 60 miles to the north) for awhile - to let things cool down.
Jesus travels due north, straight through Samaria. His disciples are probably not happy about this.
Weary from travel and hungry, they stop at a village named Sychar. Jesus sits at Jacob's well (outside of town) while His friends go into town to buy food.
A lone woman arrives shortly after to draw water. She purposely came alone because of the abuse she suffered from the other women in town because of her lifestyle.
Jesus exhibits amazing kindness to this woman and her life is completely redirected! She witnesses to the townspeople and many of them are saved as well!
All-in-all, it's one of the truly great stories in our New Testament!
But there's an unspoken message.
When the disciples headed into town to buy food, they surely passed this lone woman on her way to the well. They probably didn't even notice her.
How many hurting people do I pass every day who need what I can offer? How many times am I busy talking? Or, I'm so focused on the mission I'm on that I don't have eyes to see? Or, I neglect people because they're different from me? Or, I'm so caught up in my needs that I don't consider the needs of others? Or, I just don't view myself as capable of (or responsible for) ministering to them?
Lord,
Awaken me to the desperate needs of people around me. Don't let me just pass them by! Break my heart over their broken hearts. Grow my compassion for lost and hurting people! I am Your representative. Provoke me by Your Holy Spirit! Don't let me be callous and unconcerned! Convict me until I wake up to my responsibilities and privileges.
Amen.
II Corinthians 5:20 (LB)
We are Christ's ambassadors. God is using us to speak to you: we beg you, as though Christ Himself were here pleading with you, receive the love He offers you - be reconciled to God.
Jesus and His disciples have been ministering in Judea, but the Pharisees are creating trouble for Him. So, Jesus decides to go to His home area (Galilee - 60 miles to the north) for awhile - to let things cool down.
Jesus travels due north, straight through Samaria. His disciples are probably not happy about this.
Weary from travel and hungry, they stop at a village named Sychar. Jesus sits at Jacob's well (outside of town) while His friends go into town to buy food.
A lone woman arrives shortly after to draw water. She purposely came alone because of the abuse she suffered from the other women in town because of her lifestyle.
Jesus exhibits amazing kindness to this woman and her life is completely redirected! She witnesses to the townspeople and many of them are saved as well!
All-in-all, it's one of the truly great stories in our New Testament!
But there's an unspoken message.
When the disciples headed into town to buy food, they surely passed this lone woman on her way to the well. They probably didn't even notice her.
- They were likely talking.
- Men didn't speak to women in public in that culture.
- She was a Samaritan (half-breed).
- They were focused on their own desire for food.
- They did not yet realize what their mission was.
How many hurting people do I pass every day who need what I can offer? How many times am I busy talking? Or, I'm so focused on the mission I'm on that I don't have eyes to see? Or, I neglect people because they're different from me? Or, I'm so caught up in my needs that I don't consider the needs of others? Or, I just don't view myself as capable of (or responsible for) ministering to them?
Lord,
Awaken me to the desperate needs of people around me. Don't let me just pass them by! Break my heart over their broken hearts. Grow my compassion for lost and hurting people! I am Your representative. Provoke me by Your Holy Spirit! Don't let me be callous and unconcerned! Convict me until I wake up to my responsibilities and privileges.
Amen.
II Corinthians 5:20 (LB)
We are Christ's ambassadors. God is using us to speak to you: we beg you, as though Christ Himself were here pleading with you, receive the love He offers you - be reconciled to God.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
I WORRY ABOUT U.S.
In his book, Too Small To Ignore, Wes Stafford - President and CEO of Compassion, International - observes, (p.94)
From the same page:
Hmmm...
Stafford observes that we damage our children by not allowing them to make a meaningful contribution to family life. He explains that in African culture, even the youngest children are expected to gather kindling for the fires. Older children protect the fields from marauding monkeys and other animals that could quickly wipe out the anticipated crop.
He hints that by "protecting" our children from "work", we bring them to young adulthood completely ill-equiped to survive!
There are clear signals that ours is indeed a civilization in rapid decline.
Many place confidence in our government to rescue us from this decline - "This next election will solve all our problems!" Yet, unbridled government spending and a lack of courage and cooperation to make essential cuts leaves us with a nagging, national sense of peril.
Where is the hope? How do we change our course?
Stafford points us in right directions! We were not given wealth, freedom, knowledge, and influence for our own benefit. We are postioned to make a massive difference in our world! We are missing God's intended role for us!
In Sunday School, (as a child) I was taught that you attain JOY by putting Jesus first, Others second, and Yourself last!
"Read the histories of civilizations. You can tell a society is nearing its ultimate collapse when it is consumed with comfort, pleasure, and entertainment, when it no longer feels it needs anything from God, the Creator. For the Greeks, Romans, Incas, Aztecs, and soon perhaps Western civilization, the path has been the same."What if he's right?
From the same page:
"In our society, when a guy who flips a basketball through a ten-foot hoop can make as much money in three hours as a schoolteacher, who is shaping the lives of the next generation, does in a year, something is horribly wrong with our values."Two young men had an interesting discussion before my membership class began on Sunday. They go to different high schools in our area and spoke of international students studying at their schools. These international students make fun of the curriculum here. In comparing it to studies in their home nations, they describe our curriculum as being ridiculously easy!
Hmmm...
Stafford observes that we damage our children by not allowing them to make a meaningful contribution to family life. He explains that in African culture, even the youngest children are expected to gather kindling for the fires. Older children protect the fields from marauding monkeys and other animals that could quickly wipe out the anticipated crop.
He hints that by "protecting" our children from "work", we bring them to young adulthood completely ill-equiped to survive!
There are clear signals that ours is indeed a civilization in rapid decline.
Many place confidence in our government to rescue us from this decline - "This next election will solve all our problems!" Yet, unbridled government spending and a lack of courage and cooperation to make essential cuts leaves us with a nagging, national sense of peril.
Where is the hope? How do we change our course?
Stafford points us in right directions! We were not given wealth, freedom, knowledge, and influence for our own benefit. We are postioned to make a massive difference in our world! We are missing God's intended role for us!
In Sunday School, (as a child) I was taught that you attain JOY by putting Jesus first, Others second, and Yourself last!
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
JOY
I had a couple of hours last evening to continue my reading of Dr. Wes Stafford's book, Too Small To Ignore. I stopped when I read the following:
The assumed joy of materialism and consumerism seems to be eluding us. How many people do you know who are truly joyful?
"In 1950, the average American single-family home was 983 square feet. By 1970, that figure had grown to 1,500 square feet. By 2004, it had ballooned to 2,329 square feet." (p.92) And, of course, we're so much happier now - as a result! The home Debbie and I live in would probably house five families in Asia.
Is Stafford right? Are the poor more content? Are they happier? He speaks of playing soccor in the little African village of his childhood. No field, no shoes, no rules, no teams. Just an inflated chicken intestine being kicked around the village by kids (and adults occasionally)! When he was exposed to soccor at a boarding school, he was disappointed with the formalities of rules, limits, skills, penalties, teams, and the concept of winning! In his village, soccor was played simply for fun!
I'm thinking that there might be some real value in being exposed to the extreme poverty in this world. I'm thinking that there might be some real value in being exposed to the true joy in this world. I'm thinking that we've been sold a lie - and most of us have bought into it unquestioningly...
What do you think?
The poor comprehend that joy is not dictated by the circumstances of life. Joy is a decision, a very brave one, about how you are going to respond to life. We in the West tend to be joyful when things go our way and good things are happening in our lives. For the poor [who make up nearly two out of every three people on earth], such good fortune and good things almost never come. Yet laughter and smiles abound. (p.165)I have lived my entire life (sixty years this week) with the supposition that I have been blessed to have been born and raised in the United States of America. However, in the last year or so, I've begun to think the opposite. If life is so good in America, why so much depression, divorce, and addiction? Why do we consume the majority of prescription drugs issued throughout the world? ("Americans consumed three-quarters of the ten top-selling prescription drugs in the world." [Health Tracking Trends: "Retail Prescription Drug Spending in the National Health Accounts" by Cynthia Smith])
The assumed joy of materialism and consumerism seems to be eluding us. How many people do you know who are truly joyful?
"In 1950, the average American single-family home was 983 square feet. By 1970, that figure had grown to 1,500 square feet. By 2004, it had ballooned to 2,329 square feet." (p.92) And, of course, we're so much happier now - as a result! The home Debbie and I live in would probably house five families in Asia.
Is Stafford right? Are the poor more content? Are they happier? He speaks of playing soccor in the little African village of his childhood. No field, no shoes, no rules, no teams. Just an inflated chicken intestine being kicked around the village by kids (and adults occasionally)! When he was exposed to soccor at a boarding school, he was disappointed with the formalities of rules, limits, skills, penalties, teams, and the concept of winning! In his village, soccor was played simply for fun!
I'm thinking that there might be some real value in being exposed to the extreme poverty in this world. I'm thinking that there might be some real value in being exposed to the true joy in this world. I'm thinking that we've been sold a lie - and most of us have bought into it unquestioningly...
What do you think?
Monday, January 23, 2012
CHIPPY
When I was a young boy, I had a pet hamster named Chippy. Chippy was nocturnal. I eventually learned to sleep to the never-ending squeek of his running wheel.
We were alike in one respect: I always picked the almonds out of my Mom's bowl of mixed nuts; Chippy always picked the sunflower seeds out of his tray of food!
Occasionally, I would put corn curls in his cage and watch him stuff them into his side-cheek-pouches. By the time he got one in each side, he nearly doubled in size!
Chippy loved to travel with me. He went to church a few times and nearly always accompanied me at Family Camp. He rode in my shirt pocket. It was fun to watch people's responses when they would see my shirt start to move. Then, when Chippy peeked out of my pocket, their eyes would nearly bug out!
Chippy helped me get through many LONG evening services at Tri-State Camp. I would sit on one end of the old, board 'pews' and Bobby Edinfield would sit at the other. We would each have a supply of sunflower seeds. Chippy would scoot back-and-forth across the bench shelling and eating. When he was done, we'd simply sweep the seed-shells off into the straw on the dirt floor! :-)
Chippy broke out one day and was MIA for over a week. I found him again though, with my Mom's help. Her warning scream brought me running when Chippy shot out across the kitchen floor!
We were alike in one respect: I always picked the almonds out of my Mom's bowl of mixed nuts; Chippy always picked the sunflower seeds out of his tray of food!
Occasionally, I would put corn curls in his cage and watch him stuff them into his side-cheek-pouches. By the time he got one in each side, he nearly doubled in size!
Chippy loved to travel with me. He went to church a few times and nearly always accompanied me at Family Camp. He rode in my shirt pocket. It was fun to watch people's responses when they would see my shirt start to move. Then, when Chippy peeked out of my pocket, their eyes would nearly bug out!
Chippy helped me get through many LONG evening services at Tri-State Camp. I would sit on one end of the old, board 'pews' and Bobby Edinfield would sit at the other. We would each have a supply of sunflower seeds. Chippy would scoot back-and-forth across the bench shelling and eating. When he was done, we'd simply sweep the seed-shells off into the straw on the dirt floor! :-)
Chippy broke out one day and was MIA for over a week. I found him again though, with my Mom's help. Her warning scream brought me running when Chippy shot out across the kitchen floor!
Sunday, January 22, 2012
DADS AND AFFECTION
When I was a kid, we went to church a lot! Every Sunday morning featured Sunday School and Morning Worship. Then there was an evangelistic service every Sunday night. Christian Youth Crusaders was on Tuesday night, and Prayer Meeting was on Wednesday. Then, twice a year we would have a week-long revival with meetings every night.
My folks were strong supporters of the church; so, I was in church a good bit of my life.
I had wonderful parents! My Mom was the primary parent; I always had the sense that she held things together. My Dad was more quiet and far less affectionate. I knew my Dad loved me because my Mom constantly told me that he did!
I rarely had physical contact with my Dad. He had been raised by an alcoholic Dad, so I think he had some deficits when it came to expressions of affection. However, there were two times when we connected physically.
Other times, I would lay with my head on my Mom's lap and play with my Dad's hand - which was draped around her shoulder. I would stick my little fingers in between his thick, rough fingers. Suddenly, they would close like a vice and I was caught. Gradually, he would release me and the game would start all over again!
When I became a Dad, I rarely had the opportunity to sit with my family in church; I was always on the platform. I loved Family Camp, because it gave me the privilege of sitting with my family! Even today, I rarely get to sit with Debbie in church. That's one of the down-sides of being a pastor!
I'd like to encourage dads who still have children at home, and husbands who get to sit with your wives in church. Use this time to show affection for your loved ones. Put your arm around your wife and squeeze her. Hold your children on your lap. Let them hear you pray and sing. I remember that when I would whisper an 'Amen', my kids would often mimic my words. That's a good thing! Make it happen!
My Dad: Leonard Wilson Haire! :-)
My folks were strong supporters of the church; so, I was in church a good bit of my life.
I had wonderful parents! My Mom was the primary parent; I always had the sense that she held things together. My Dad was more quiet and far less affectionate. I knew my Dad loved me because my Mom constantly told me that he did!
I rarely had physical contact with my Dad. He had been raised by an alcoholic Dad, so I think he had some deficits when it came to expressions of affection. However, there were two times when we connected physically.
Every night, when my Mom would prepare me for bed, she would send me to kiss my father 'Good-Night'. He would drop his newspaper and I would crawl up on his lap and kiss his cheek. It tickled my lips because of his whiskers.
We also touched with some frequency in church. Occasionally, I would sit between my parents. This allowed me to raid my Dad's suit pocket for candy. I would find prizes like root beer barrels, or those pink 'Pepto-Bismol' candies!
Other times, I would lay with my head on my Mom's lap and play with my Dad's hand - which was draped around her shoulder. I would stick my little fingers in between his thick, rough fingers. Suddenly, they would close like a vice and I was caught. Gradually, he would release me and the game would start all over again!
When I became a Dad, I rarely had the opportunity to sit with my family in church; I was always on the platform. I loved Family Camp, because it gave me the privilege of sitting with my family! Even today, I rarely get to sit with Debbie in church. That's one of the down-sides of being a pastor!
I'd like to encourage dads who still have children at home, and husbands who get to sit with your wives in church. Use this time to show affection for your loved ones. Put your arm around your wife and squeeze her. Hold your children on your lap. Let them hear you pray and sing. I remember that when I would whisper an 'Amen', my kids would often mimic my words. That's a good thing! Make it happen!
My Dad: Leonard Wilson Haire! :-)
Saturday, January 21, 2012
MY BEST FURRY FRIEND
I raised hamsters when I was a young teenager. Did you know that you can train hamsters?
At the time, my folks had just bought new carpeting for our living room. My mother was VERY fussy about keeping it in mint condition.
When I watched television, I usually laid on the floor with a stack of couch pillows. Once the new carpet arrived, I had to lay on a sheet - to protect the carpet for my greasy potato chip stains!
I often played with my hamster while watching TV. I would let him craw all over me. When he would bolt for freedom, I would grab him and set him back on my stomach.
One day it hit me: Can I train him to stay on this sheet? That began a continually repetitive process of picking him up and putting him back on the sheet. Over and over and over again!
But, eventually, he got it! The light went on in his little brain. I wore him down. After months of training, I could actually get up and go to the kitchen for some more poatato chips. When I returned, the beady-eyed little guy would be standing right at the edge of the sheet - awaiting my return!
Now it's time for you to get involved. What was the name of my hamster? Answer by commenting below or on my Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/halhaire?ref=tn_tnmn
The first person to get the right answer will win a bag of Double-Stuffed Oreo cookies - shipped anywhere upon provision of a deliverable address! :-)
Let's get guessing! And remember, I'm a VERY CREATIVE guy! I'll post the winner and answer when determined...
At the time, my folks had just bought new carpeting for our living room. My mother was VERY fussy about keeping it in mint condition.
When I watched television, I usually laid on the floor with a stack of couch pillows. Once the new carpet arrived, I had to lay on a sheet - to protect the carpet for my greasy potato chip stains!
I often played with my hamster while watching TV. I would let him craw all over me. When he would bolt for freedom, I would grab him and set him back on my stomach.
One day it hit me: Can I train him to stay on this sheet? That began a continually repetitive process of picking him up and putting him back on the sheet. Over and over and over again!
But, eventually, he got it! The light went on in his little brain. I wore him down. After months of training, I could actually get up and go to the kitchen for some more poatato chips. When I returned, the beady-eyed little guy would be standing right at the edge of the sheet - awaiting my return!
Now it's time for you to get involved. What was the name of my hamster? Answer by commenting below or on my Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/halhaire?ref=tn_tnmn
The first person to get the right answer will win a bag of Double-Stuffed Oreo cookies - shipped anywhere upon provision of a deliverable address! :-)
Let's get guessing! And remember, I'm a VERY CREATIVE guy! I'll post the winner and answer when determined...
Friday, January 20, 2012
HOME LEADERSHIP III
A cheat-sheet for husbands who want to lead their home well:
- Lead spiritually:
§ Lead your family to worship. Get up and go, even if your wife doesn’t!
§ Buy a devotional guide for couples and read it with your wife several times each week. When you add children, buy a devotional guide for young families and continue this practice.
§ Be courageous! Pray with your wife (and children – individually) no less than once-a-week! Add prayer at bed-time and meals!
§ Develop a life of prayer! Find a place and a time that works for you and use the following model:
a. Confess areas of sin and failure.
b. Thank God for His help.
c. Pray for your family and challenges they may be facing.
d. Pray about larger needs
The best thing that can happen is for your kids or wife to ‘catch’ you
praying!
- Lead relationally:
§ Eat one meal together every day! Continue this when children come. No television or cell phones during meals. Use this time to interview your wife (and children) about their day, their problems, their plans.
§ Date your wife every week! Ask her out ahead of time – build anticipation! Plan the evening. Exercise variety – reveal your creativity. Occasionally plan something special that requires dressing up. Especially celebrate birthdays and anniversaries. Although it is challenging, it is essential to continue this after children are born!
§ Discover your wife’s ‘love language’ and speak her language!!!! [See Gary Smalley’s book, The Five Love Languages.]
§ Touch your wife (and children) deliberately and affectionately every day: hugs, kisses, hand-holding, pats, etc. It is essential that these touches be separated from touches that lead to intimacy!
- Lead practically:
§ Maintain personal integrity:
ü be a man of your word
ü be honest
ü be disciplined
ü be faithful
ü be courageous
ü be gentle but strong
ü be compassionate
§ Protect your family!
§ Provide (along with your wife) for your family. If your wife works outside the home, share household responsibilities!
§ Plan family fun times! Go bowling, sledding, hiking, boating, etc. My wife and I planned scavenger hunts for our children. I left clues for Travis to follow. She drew picture-clues for Troy
- Take care of yourself!
§ Exercise regularly – stay in shape!
§ Develop a plan to deal with times of discouragement!
a. Have a friend you can trust.
b. Read books and be a life-long learner.
c. Give yourself time to be with other men (outside of work).
d. Have a hobby, distinct from things you do with your family.
§ Learn to talk through stresses and disagreements. There is scientific evidence indicating that talking changes the chemical make-up of our brains! Therefore the old adage, “Talking doesn’t change anything” IS NOT TRUE! Like the marines, learn to run toward problems, not away from them!
I know, I know – it’s a long list! But it’s a big role – being a husband (and a father)! Sorry to tell you, this list can be added to! Just start somewhere! Begin the process. Earn your wife’s respect and admiration! Be a model for your children. Make sure they know you and love you! Be the most important man in their life! Show your boys how to be men; show your girls how to relate to men! This is your God-given role! Love your wife right into Heaven!
Thursday, January 19, 2012
HOME LEADERSHIP II
One of my seminary professors, Dr. Donald Joy, taught on the co-regency of Adam and Eve. In Genesis 1, God made them and charged them with shared responsibility! (vs. 26-28 - NASB)
In Ephesians 5:22-31, this subject is revisited by the Apostle Paul. Here, in a setting of mutual submission, Paul makes the following comments: (NASB)
Co-regency continues. Both still have the same charge to subdue and multiply; they are to live in an atmosphere of mutual submission.
Yet, something has changed. All subsequent 'Adams' appear to have an increased role of responsibility.
What does headship imply?
Domination? No!
Paul (inspired by the Holy Spirit) makes it clear that headship implies love! A self-sacrificing love. A love that puts her welfare above his own. It is a love that (according to I Corinthians 13:4-8):
[More tomorrow]
Then God said, "Let us make man in Our image, according to Our likeness, and let them rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over the cattle and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps on the earth." God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them. God blessed them; and God said to them, "Be fruitful and multiply, and fill the earth, and subdue it; and rule over the fish of the sea and over the birds of the sky and over every living thing that moves on the earth."Clearly Adam and Eve were equals in responsibility. However, the act of sinning brought some changes. [Read the curses in Genesis 3:13-19] One of the changes was directed toward the woman: (v.16 - God speaking) "...your desire will be for your husband, and he will rule over you."
In Ephesians 5:22-31, this subject is revisited by the Apostle Paul. Here, in a setting of mutual submission, Paul makes the following comments: (NASB)
- Wives, be subject to your own husbands, as to the Lord. (v.22)
- ...the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ also is the head of the church... (v.23)
- ...as the church is subject to Christ, so also the wives ought to be to their husbands in everything. (v.24)
- ...the wife must see to it that she respects her husband. (v.33)
Co-regency continues. Both still have the same charge to subdue and multiply; they are to live in an atmosphere of mutual submission.
Yet, something has changed. All subsequent 'Adams' appear to have an increased role of responsibility.
What does headship imply?
Domination? No!
Paul (inspired by the Holy Spirit) makes it clear that headship implies love! A self-sacrificing love. A love that puts her welfare above his own. It is a love that (according to I Corinthians 13:4-8):
- is patient
- is kind
- is not jealous
- does not brag
- is not arrogant
- does not act unbecomingly
- does not seek its own
- is not provoked
- does not take into account a wrong suffered
- does not rejoice in unrighteousness
- rejoices with the truth
- bears all things
- believes all things
- hopes all things
- endures all things
- never fails
[More tomorrow]
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
HOME LEADERSHIP I
A friend loaned me the book The Resolution for Men, which springs from the movie COURAGEOUS. The book is well-written with excellent guidance for men.
On page 74, I found what I believe to be the most important paragraph in the book:
Dr. Willard Harley's book, His Needs, Her Needs: Building An Affair-Proof Marriage, informs us that admiration is one of a man's top needs. If failing to lead causes disrespect, then a man stands to lose something that is VERY IMPORTANT to him!
We live in a world that is increasingly recognizing the strength and capability of women. I applaude that. However, husband/wife roles were designed by God. Adam was created first; Eve was created to be his help-mate.
If we disregard the importance of those roles, we will suffer consequences. It truly is a prime time for men to exercise courage and step into the leadership role God designed for them!
[More tomorrow]
On page 74, I found what I believe to be the most important paragraph in the book:
God has put something into men that longs to be courageous. And when a man uses that courage to lead his wife well, she tends to bloom. She respects him more and experiences a greater sense of security. She'll want to follow his lead, and she will feel safe in doing so. But when a wife lives with a leadership void, she will feel constantly pulled into the position of filling it. As she leads her husband, not only does her respect for him weaken, he tends to cower and become even more passive over time. She can be brilliant and strong, but both of them will feel resentment toward each other and less secure together. Nobody wins. Everybody loses.I see more and more men giving their God-designed leadership to their wives. It's the path of least resistance. It's the easy thing to do. They think it will lead to peace if they always go her way. It's open-season on men in this culture! Emasculating men is the new sport of humor. What men don't realize is that by abdicating, your wife is gradually, but consistently, losing respect for you!
Dr. Willard Harley's book, His Needs, Her Needs: Building An Affair-Proof Marriage, informs us that admiration is one of a man's top needs. If failing to lead causes disrespect, then a man stands to lose something that is VERY IMPORTANT to him!
We live in a world that is increasingly recognizing the strength and capability of women. I applaude that. However, husband/wife roles were designed by God. Adam was created first; Eve was created to be his help-mate.
If we disregard the importance of those roles, we will suffer consequences. It truly is a prime time for men to exercise courage and step into the leadership role God designed for them!
[More tomorrow]
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
GOD, HOW COULD YOU LET ALL THIS BAD STUFF HAPPEN TO ME?
Remember the story of Joseph from the book of Genesis?
He was Jacob's eleventh son - his favorite. Jacob even gave him a colorful coat as a sign of his affection. Joseph's half brothers hated him.
Joseph was immature. God was giving him very revealing dreams. Joseph, unwisely, shared them with his family. The dreams indicated that Joseph would rule over his family.
His brothers sold him to slave traders. He was taken to Egypt. One of Pharaoh's servants purchased him. Joseph served with excellence and honored God. His owner prospered because of Joseph's presence!
Falsely accused of rape, Joseph was put in prison. While there, the chief jailer recognized Joseph's ability and put him in charge of the whole prison.
Interesting circumstances finally brought Joseph before the Pharaoh to interpret his dreams. Pharaoh discerned Joseph's wisdom and made him second-in-command throughout all Egypt! The whole nation benefited from Joseph's wisdom and discipline!
APPLICATION
It didn't matter where Joseph was, people were blessed! He was determined to be a blessing in every circumstance of life! He didn't waste time blaming God for bad things that had happened to him! He simply honored God wherever he was! And wherever he was, the people around him prospered and were blessed!
Are you wasting time being angry with God because things haven't gone the way you expected or wanted them to? If so, you might want to consider a change of attitude. Maybe God has you right where He wants you! Maybe God expects you to shine where you are!
Amazingly, Joseph didn't hold a grudge against his brothers for selling him into slavery: (Genesis 50:20 LB)
He was Jacob's eleventh son - his favorite. Jacob even gave him a colorful coat as a sign of his affection. Joseph's half brothers hated him.
Joseph was immature. God was giving him very revealing dreams. Joseph, unwisely, shared them with his family. The dreams indicated that Joseph would rule over his family.
His brothers sold him to slave traders. He was taken to Egypt. One of Pharaoh's servants purchased him. Joseph served with excellence and honored God. His owner prospered because of Joseph's presence!
Falsely accused of rape, Joseph was put in prison. While there, the chief jailer recognized Joseph's ability and put him in charge of the whole prison.
Interesting circumstances finally brought Joseph before the Pharaoh to interpret his dreams. Pharaoh discerned Joseph's wisdom and made him second-in-command throughout all Egypt! The whole nation benefited from Joseph's wisdom and discipline!
APPLICATION
It didn't matter where Joseph was, people were blessed! He was determined to be a blessing in every circumstance of life! He didn't waste time blaming God for bad things that had happened to him! He simply honored God wherever he was! And wherever he was, the people around him prospered and were blessed!
Are you wasting time being angry with God because things haven't gone the way you expected or wanted them to? If so, you might want to consider a change of attitude. Maybe God has you right where He wants you! Maybe God expects you to shine where you are!
Amazingly, Joseph didn't hold a grudge against his brothers for selling him into slavery: (Genesis 50:20 LB)
As far as I am concerned, God turned into good what you meant for evil, for He brought me to this high position I have today so that I could save the lives of many people.And remember, God didn't love Joseph any more than He loves you!
Monday, January 16, 2012
A COUPLE THAT WENT!
I received the following report from a friend who read "Taking the Wheels Off the Wagons". I thought it would encourage you!
Who do I know went out with God's Word, grace, and love ?
My sister Nancy, and her husband Doran Hostetler. They both graduated from Ashland University in 1959. They felt led by the Lord to go to Riverside Christian School in Lost Creek, Kentucky to teach for a year - being home missionaries - then planning to go overseas.
They taught students that lived so far back in "the hollows" that some had to stay in dormitories, going home for holidays. On weekends Nancy & Doran went back the "hollows" to teach the Word of God. This meant driving part way, crossing the creek on a "swinging bridge" - or if no bridge you walked on a log to get to the other side. They walked through pastures and eventually came to what looked like a "chicken croop". In this structure were maybe twenty to twenty-five people sitting on mattresses waiting for them. There weren't any coffee and donuts, just dear souls waiting to hear about God.
Nancy & Doran's 'one year' stretched to Doran being at Riverside until the Lord took him home in January, 2000. He was the Principal and Administrator of Riverside at that time. Nancy is still at Riverside teaching four English classes a day, and too many other responsibilites to mention. Three years ago we surprised my sister with a party celebrating being a missionary for fifty years.
Through the years Doran, Nancy, and their three children came through losing their home to a fire; then a flood that brought six feet of water into their home. They were honored by Ashland University one year.
That's the "short version" of their story. They have radically impacted my life as well as hundreds of others.
Carol Massey
If you'd like to visit the Riverside web-page, click here: http://riversidechristian.org
Who do I know went out with God's Word, grace, and love ?
My sister Nancy, and her husband Doran Hostetler. They both graduated from Ashland University in 1959. They felt led by the Lord to go to Riverside Christian School in Lost Creek, Kentucky to teach for a year - being home missionaries - then planning to go overseas.
They taught students that lived so far back in "the hollows" that some had to stay in dormitories, going home for holidays. On weekends Nancy & Doran went back the "hollows" to teach the Word of God. This meant driving part way, crossing the creek on a "swinging bridge" - or if no bridge you walked on a log to get to the other side. They walked through pastures and eventually came to what looked like a "chicken croop". In this structure were maybe twenty to twenty-five people sitting on mattresses waiting for them. There weren't any coffee and donuts, just dear souls waiting to hear about God.
Nancy & Doran's 'one year' stretched to Doran being at Riverside until the Lord took him home in January, 2000. He was the Principal and Administrator of Riverside at that time. Nancy is still at Riverside teaching four English classes a day, and too many other responsibilites to mention. Three years ago we surprised my sister with a party celebrating being a missionary for fifty years.
Through the years Doran, Nancy, and their three children came through losing their home to a fire; then a flood that brought six feet of water into their home. They were honored by Ashland University one year.
That's the "short version" of their story. They have radically impacted my life as well as hundreds of others.
Carol Massey
If you'd like to visit the Riverside web-page, click here: http://riversidechristian.org
TAKING THE WHEELS OFF THE WAGONS
Genesis 11:31-12:4 (NASB)
Years ago, I heard a message on this passage by one of our bishops. He suggested that God had originally called Abram's father, Terah, to go to Canaan; but he got as far as Haran and took the wheels off the wagon and settled in. As a result, God had to call Abram to leave his father and continue the journey!
To a certain extent, hasn't that happened again?
Jesus' command was to "Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you..."
But who goes? Once again, we've taken the wheels off the wagon and settled in. Who do you know who has obeyed this primary command of our Lord? Who cares about the millions who have not yet heard the name of Christ?
We are more like Terah than Abram!
I believe God is calling a new generation of Abrams to go! They will be radical in their willingness to sacrifice and obey! They will be spiritual giants in a culture of complacency! God will call them, equip them, bless them, encourage them, give them much fruit and a great reward!
Oh Lord, I want to be among that number, when the saints go marching in!
Terah took Abram his son, and Lot the son of Haran, his grandson, and Sarai his daughter-in-law, his son Abram's wife; and they went out together from Ur of the Chaldeans in order to enter the land of Canaan; and they went as far as Haran, and settled there...
Now the LORD said to Abram, "Go forth from your country, and from your relatives and from your father's house, to the land which I will show you; and I will make you a great nation, and I will bless you, and make your name great; and I will bless those who bless you, and the one who curses you I will curse. And in you all the families of the earth will be blessed."
So Abram went forth as the LORD had spoken to him.
Years ago, I heard a message on this passage by one of our bishops. He suggested that God had originally called Abram's father, Terah, to go to Canaan; but he got as far as Haran and took the wheels off the wagon and settled in. As a result, God had to call Abram to leave his father and continue the journey!
To a certain extent, hasn't that happened again?
Jesus' command was to "Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I commanded you..."
But who goes? Once again, we've taken the wheels off the wagon and settled in. Who do you know who has obeyed this primary command of our Lord? Who cares about the millions who have not yet heard the name of Christ?
We are more like Terah than Abram!
I believe God is calling a new generation of Abrams to go! They will be radical in their willingness to sacrifice and obey! They will be spiritual giants in a culture of complacency! God will call them, equip them, bless them, encourage them, give them much fruit and a great reward!
Oh Lord, I want to be among that number, when the saints go marching in!
Sunday, January 15, 2012
WATCH ANYTHING YOU WANT?
I had this discussion with my kids a hundred times when they were growing up.
The argument is: "I can watch vampire shows, R-rated movies, violent programs; they really don't influence me! They're just entertainment!"
The reality is:
That means McDonald's is willing to spend at least $6.5 million for the opportunity to have a chance to influence you for just 30 seconds!
Duh.
The argument is: "I can watch vampire shows, R-rated movies, violent programs; they really don't influence me! They're just entertainment!"
The reality is:
- You watch these shows.
- Your brain is engaged.
- Your body reacts: fear, tension, anxiety, laughter, arousal...
- Your memory stores the information.
That means McDonald's is willing to spend at least $6.5 million for the opportunity to have a chance to influence you for just 30 seconds!
Duh.
Saturday, January 14, 2012
MEN ONLY
I attended a men's breakfast this morning at 7:00 AM. Some young men from our church call one about once-a-month at a local grille. Usually about twenty guys show up.
There's no program or speaker. We just meet, greet, and eat. One of the young guys will usually offer a prayer over the meal. Very low structure.
An all-male environment is an interesting thing. As guys come in, they are greeted loudly by all the other men. There's a lot a hand-shaking. No one gets left out!
The talk around the tables gets loud. It's about anything and everything: sports, work, hobbies, family, and day-to-day stuff.
We order from the menu. Some eat oatmeal while others eat pancakes. Everybody pays their own way. A few guys pick up the tab for their friends.
This morning there were a couple sets of brothers there. Several dads brought their sons; two of the younger dads actually brought their young sons. A man brought his son-in-law. There were a couple sets of best friends there.
When we finish eating, we head off into our day. Some would say that nothing of value took place. I would disagree!
Men being with men is vital! A band of brothers is a powerful thing! Something formative happens when men get together.
When I was about ten years old, my dad took me with him to a Saturday morning men's prayer time at our church. I was the only boy there with about twenty men. We went to the altar to pray. After awhile, I felt empowered. I prayed out. The Holy Spirit fell on me and I wept and spoke loudly as His power swept over me.
When the praying was over, many of the men patted me on the shoulder or bumped me in an affirming way. I felt like I was one of them! It was a proud moment.
One of the best writers for men that I know is John Eldridge. In his book, The Way of the Wild Heart, he states:
There's no program or speaker. We just meet, greet, and eat. One of the young guys will usually offer a prayer over the meal. Very low structure.
An all-male environment is an interesting thing. As guys come in, they are greeted loudly by all the other men. There's a lot a hand-shaking. No one gets left out!
The talk around the tables gets loud. It's about anything and everything: sports, work, hobbies, family, and day-to-day stuff.
We order from the menu. Some eat oatmeal while others eat pancakes. Everybody pays their own way. A few guys pick up the tab for their friends.
This morning there were a couple sets of brothers there. Several dads brought their sons; two of the younger dads actually brought their young sons. A man brought his son-in-law. There were a couple sets of best friends there.
When we finish eating, we head off into our day. Some would say that nothing of value took place. I would disagree!
Men being with men is vital! A band of brothers is a powerful thing! Something formative happens when men get together.
When I was about ten years old, my dad took me with him to a Saturday morning men's prayer time at our church. I was the only boy there with about twenty men. We went to the altar to pray. After awhile, I felt empowered. I prayed out. The Holy Spirit fell on me and I wept and spoke loudly as His power swept over me.
When the praying was over, many of the men patted me on the shoulder or bumped me in an affirming way. I felt like I was one of them! It was a proud moment.
One of the best writers for men that I know is John Eldridge. In his book, The Way of the Wild Heart, he states:
A boy has a lot to learn in his journey to become a man, and he becomes a man only through the active intervention of his father and the fellowship of men. It cannot happen any other way. To become a man - and to know that he has become a man - a boy must have a guide, a father who will show him how to fix a bike and cast a fishing rod and call a girl and land the job and all the many things a boy will encounter in his journey to become a man.
This we must understand: masculinity is bestowed. A boy learns who he is and what he's made of from a man (or a company of men). This can't be learned in any other place. It can't be learned from other boys, and it can't be learned from the world of women. (pp.4-5)Every boy longs for a father who will teach him and show him the way! An all-male environment can be life-changing for a boy!
Friday, January 13, 2012
TOUGH GUY
My Dad worked for Townsend Company for forty-eight years. Most of those years were in the Fallston Plant across the Beaver River from New Brighton. However, he spent a few years at the Elwood City Plant and one year at the Butler Plant.
He had a remarkable attendance record. He ran nail-making machines for over thrity years. When I was in high school, the plant changed over to making rivets. Dad had to go back to school; I helped him learn to work with decimals. Then, his last ten or twelve years he worked in the tool crib.
He lied about his age to get the job. The first week on the job, some of the men cornered him in the men's room to initiate him. They intended to paint certain private parts red!
Dad was the first to leave the room. He left with no paint on him!
He had a remarkable attendance record. He ran nail-making machines for over thrity years. When I was in high school, the plant changed over to making rivets. Dad had to go back to school; I helped him learn to work with decimals. Then, his last ten or twelve years he worked in the tool crib.
He lied about his age to get the job. The first week on the job, some of the men cornered him in the men's room to initiate him. They intended to paint certain private parts red!
Dad was the first to leave the room. He left with no paint on him!
Thursday, January 12, 2012
ADAM AND EVE
They knew something that none of the rest of us have known - a guilt free life!
We can only imagine what that must have been like. No sin. No remorse. No shame. No regrets.
A clear conscience is a valuable thing!
We don't hear it much these days, but when I was growing up in the church people gave testimonies describing what it was like for them to give their life to Christ.
Over and over you heard things like:
In Pilgrim's Progress, at the point of salvation Pilgrim's napsack is released from his shoulders and rolls away from him.
I believe this is the closest we can come to experiencing what Adam and Eve knew.
Unfortunately for us, living in a sinful world causes us to accumulate more sin and guilt and shame.
We must train ourselves to come regularly to God for forgiveness. The prayer He taught His disciples was a model for daily prayer that included the words: (Luke 11:3-4 - NASB)
You ask, "Is this possible?"
In Acts 23:1, the Apostle Paul says,
God didn't love Paul any more than He loves you!
My Dad used to spend most of his evenings in his bedroom. He had a nice radio and comfortable chair there and would spend the time listening to WBVP and reading the newspaper. I would occasionally slip in to talk with him. I often caught him on his knees at his bedside. I never heard what he was saying, but I think he was clearing the slate before he went to bed! Not a bad idea!
We can only imagine what that must have been like. No sin. No remorse. No shame. No regrets.
A clear conscience is a valuable thing!
We don't hear it much these days, but when I was growing up in the church people gave testimonies describing what it was like for them to give their life to Christ.
Over and over you heard things like:
- "I feel so clean!"
- "It's like a burden has been lifted!"
- "I feel light as a feather!"
- "I'm free!"
In Pilgrim's Progress, at the point of salvation Pilgrim's napsack is released from his shoulders and rolls away from him.
I believe this is the closest we can come to experiencing what Adam and Eve knew.
Unfortunately for us, living in a sinful world causes us to accumulate more sin and guilt and shame.
We must train ourselves to come regularly to God for forgiveness. The prayer He taught His disciples was a model for daily prayer that included the words: (Luke 11:3-4 - NASB)
Forgive us our sins, for we ourselves also forgive everyone who is indebted to us.If we are disciplined in staying close to God, we can enjoy the benefits of living with a clear conscience.
You ask, "Is this possible?"
In Acts 23:1, the Apostle Paul says,
Brethren, I have lived my life with a perfectly good conscience before God up to this day.So I would say, "Yes, it is possible!"
God didn't love Paul any more than He loves you!
My Dad used to spend most of his evenings in his bedroom. He had a nice radio and comfortable chair there and would spend the time listening to WBVP and reading the newspaper. I would occasionally slip in to talk with him. I often caught him on his knees at his bedside. I never heard what he was saying, but I think he was clearing the slate before he went to bed! Not a bad idea!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
7F
It was a big deal going from a rural school with only three grades, to the New Brighton Junior High School! The relatively new Junior High School was a huge, multi-level building. You no longer spent the whole day in one classroom; instead, you moved from classroom to classroom. It was intimidating!
On day one, we were all assigned to home-rooms and given a class designation. I was placed in Mrs. Littell's home-room along with about thirty other students. We were to be known for that year as the students of 7F.
Someone somewhere had taken all the incoming students and began placing them in groups: 7A, 7B, 7C, 7D, 7E, and 7F. By the time they got to 7F, there weren't any decisions to make; the remaining names on the list were simply the students of 7F.
I pretty quickly noticed that most of our class was made up of students who might have been considered "undesirables". It seems that the philosophy of the day was that it would be easier to handle these young people if you lumped them all into one group!
I know what you're thinking! How did I end up in this group? Obviously, I don't know the answer to that question. There were several of us in the class who didn't seem to fit the motif of the selection process.
It was a rough year. At first, I was bullied by several of the guys. Because I was one of the 'smart' ones, I was forced to share my homework with some of the 'tough guys' in the class. There were attempts made to get me to help them cheat their way through tests. I had my $.35 lunch money stolen too many times to remember. Did I mention, it was a rough year!
But I survived.
And the next year I was placed in 8B.
PS - I made many new friends in eighth grade. However, I maintained a unique friendship with the "undesirables" from 7F. Often, throughout the remainder of my high school days, my new friends would make odd comments about my friendship with some of the 'hoods' of our class. All I could do was to say, "We got acquainted in 7F."
On day one, we were all assigned to home-rooms and given a class designation. I was placed in Mrs. Littell's home-room along with about thirty other students. We were to be known for that year as the students of 7F.
Someone somewhere had taken all the incoming students and began placing them in groups: 7A, 7B, 7C, 7D, 7E, and 7F. By the time they got to 7F, there weren't any decisions to make; the remaining names on the list were simply the students of 7F.
I pretty quickly noticed that most of our class was made up of students who might have been considered "undesirables". It seems that the philosophy of the day was that it would be easier to handle these young people if you lumped them all into one group!
I know what you're thinking! How did I end up in this group? Obviously, I don't know the answer to that question. There were several of us in the class who didn't seem to fit the motif of the selection process.
It was a rough year. At first, I was bullied by several of the guys. Because I was one of the 'smart' ones, I was forced to share my homework with some of the 'tough guys' in the class. There were attempts made to get me to help them cheat their way through tests. I had my $.35 lunch money stolen too many times to remember. Did I mention, it was a rough year!
But I survived.
And the next year I was placed in 8B.
PS - I made many new friends in eighth grade. However, I maintained a unique friendship with the "undesirables" from 7F. Often, throughout the remainder of my high school days, my new friends would make odd comments about my friendship with some of the 'hoods' of our class. All I could do was to say, "We got acquainted in 7F."
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
OLDER BROTHERS
In reading Luke 15, I did some creative meditating on the familiar story of "The Prodigal Son."
One common way to make scripture applicable is to place yourself in the story. I quickly identified myself in the role of the older brother. I never wandered off into deep rebellion and defiance. I was an obedient son. I have stayed in the church throughout my whole life. I even went to Sunday School and worship when I was at college!
So, what is the mindset of the older brother?
Words like jealous, angry, bitter, vindictive, uncaring, brooding, and moody come to mind.
From the VOICE NEW TESTAMENT: (vs.28-31)
APPLICATION
As mature believers we have to be very careful not to become older brothers!
One common way to make scripture applicable is to place yourself in the story. I quickly identified myself in the role of the older brother. I never wandered off into deep rebellion and defiance. I was an obedient son. I have stayed in the church throughout my whole life. I even went to Sunday School and worship when I was at college!
So, what is the mindset of the older brother?
Words like jealous, angry, bitter, vindictive, uncaring, brooding, and moody come to mind.
From the VOICE NEW TESTAMENT: (vs.28-31)
The older brother got really angry and refused to come inside, so his father came out and pleaded with him to join the celebration. But he argued back, "Listen, all these years I've worked hard for you. I've never disobeyed one of your orders. How many times have you even given me a little goat to roast for a party with my friends? Not once! This is not fair! So this son of yours comes, this wasteful delinquent who has spent your hard-earned wealth on loose women, and what do you do? You butcher the fattest calf from our herd!"
The father replied, "My son, you are always with me, and all I have is yours. Isn't it right to join in the celebration and be happy? This is your brother we're talking about. He was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found again!"You get to finish the story. We're not told how it ends. Did the older brother join the celebration? Or did he stay outside and fume?
APPLICATION
As mature believers we have to be very careful not to become older brothers!
- We must not allow ourselves to think that sinners should get what they have coming to them. If God dealt with us that way, He'd send us straight to Hell!
- We must not allow ourselves to get to the place where we think our service for God has earned us a "goat to roast". Our righteousness is like filthy rags (Isaiah 64:6). We can never earn what God has given us!
- We must not envy sinners! The older brother hadn't even spoken with his younger sibling. How did he know what kind of life he'd been living? It sounds like he was jealous of the things he thought his brother was out there doing. We must deal with any longings for sin that reside in us.
- All the while, the older brother had been dutifully working the farm for his father. When our faith becomes a duty instead of a service, we're heading down the wrong path!
- We must not hide our anger. It seems that the older brother and his father had failed to cultivate an open and honest relationship. The older brother seems inordinately angry that his father had never thrown a party for him. Anger may be the favorite sin of old brothers. But it's a self-righteous, self-justified anger. There are a lot of mature believers out there who are holding grudges against God!
Monday, January 9, 2012
THE DOWNSIDE OF CHURCH
I've heard a statement made that after about seven years of association with the church, a person will be completely isolated from lost people.
The church unintentionally creates a new, exclusive community of believers. Some carry this to such an extreme that they are uncomfortable when genuinely lost people enter their sanctuary.
Notice our language. Even the word sanctuary implies a safe place away from the world and its evil impact.
How can believers be salt and light if they have effectively cut themselves off from knowing and associating with lost people?
In reading the VOICE NEW TESTAMENT this morning, I was impacted by Luke 15:1,
The church unintentionally creates a new, exclusive community of believers. Some carry this to such an extreme that they are uncomfortable when genuinely lost people enter their sanctuary.
Notice our language. Even the word sanctuary implies a safe place away from the world and its evil impact.
How can believers be salt and light if they have effectively cut themselves off from knowing and associating with lost people?
In reading the VOICE NEW TESTAMENT this morning, I was impacted by Luke 15:1,
Jesus became increasingly popular among notorious sinners - tax collectors and other social outcasts.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
CELEBRATION IN THE BACK PEW
It was Sunday night church. I was probably fifteen years old. There were about five guys in the back pew and another six or seven girls in the pew in front of us.
We were no different than other youth - passing notes, whispering, and making fun of the names of hymns.
Then came prayer time. We always knelt to pray. Several people would lead out in prayer. It usually was about fifteen minutes long; unbearable for us!
Then Wilbert started praying. We loved it when Wilbert prayed. He was very animated and loud! Two of the kids in our pews belonged to him. He repeatedly used the term "O Lord", when he prayed.
All of us excitedly kept count of how many times he said it. It was the best part of Sunday night for us!
This night, he hit thirty and was still going strong. Then forty! We could hardly believe it - he'd only gotten this high a few times before. Would this be the night Wilbert would pray his way to fifty?
Forty-five, but we could tell he was winding down. Forty-six. Forty-seven. Forty-eight. The excitement and anticipation in the last two pews was higher than it had ever been before! We literally trembled with excitement!
Forty-nine! We could hardly believe it! Then as Wilbert closed his prayer, he stuck one more "O Lord" in - and every young person in the last two pews shouted and laughed with excitement and joy!
As we rose from prayer, all eyes were on the youth in the last two pews. I suppose everyone else, like me, got a stern talking to on the way home that night. But it didn't really matter! The high we'd experienced would never be reached again!
It was a prayer that truly blessed the youth group! Plus, it's one of the few Sunday night services that I actually remember!
We were no different than other youth - passing notes, whispering, and making fun of the names of hymns.
Then came prayer time. We always knelt to pray. Several people would lead out in prayer. It usually was about fifteen minutes long; unbearable for us!
Then Wilbert started praying. We loved it when Wilbert prayed. He was very animated and loud! Two of the kids in our pews belonged to him. He repeatedly used the term "O Lord", when he prayed.
All of us excitedly kept count of how many times he said it. It was the best part of Sunday night for us!
This night, he hit thirty and was still going strong. Then forty! We could hardly believe it - he'd only gotten this high a few times before. Would this be the night Wilbert would pray his way to fifty?
Forty-five, but we could tell he was winding down. Forty-six. Forty-seven. Forty-eight. The excitement and anticipation in the last two pews was higher than it had ever been before! We literally trembled with excitement!
Forty-nine! We could hardly believe it! Then as Wilbert closed his prayer, he stuck one more "O Lord" in - and every young person in the last two pews shouted and laughed with excitement and joy!
As we rose from prayer, all eyes were on the youth in the last two pews. I suppose everyone else, like me, got a stern talking to on the way home that night. But it didn't really matter! The high we'd experienced would never be reached again!
It was a prayer that truly blessed the youth group! Plus, it's one of the few Sunday night services that I actually remember!
WISE DECISIONS
A young man wanted success more than anything. He was given the opportunity to interview a very successful businessman.
"Sir, how can I be successful as you have been?"
The older man leaned back in his chair and responded, "I can answer that question in two words: right decisions."
The young man looked bewildered. He responded, "But sir, how can I know how to make right decisions?"
The businessman said: "I can answer that question in two words: wrong decisions!"
In Genesis 13, Abram and his nephew, Lot, have been traveling and sharing resources; but quarrels began to occur between their men.
Abram, being wise, suggested that they part company to preserve their unity. He offered Lot first choice of the land. Lot looked east and saw the fertile valleys of the Jordan River. Then he looked west and saw the mountainous regions of Canaan
The decision was easy. He chose the east. The scriptures offer an editorial remark following Lot's decision: "The people of Sodom were evil - flagrant sinners against God."
Time passed.
In the next chapter, a war broke out and Lot (with family and possessions) was captured by a neighboring king. Abram formed an alliance to rescue Lot.
More time passed.
God sent angels to destroy Sodom (where Lot lived) and Gomorrah. Abram bargained with God for the salvation of Sodom. God, in His grace, rescued Lot and his daughters from Sodom before it was consumed with fire.
Back to Lot's initial decision.
Was a quick decision the best route? Was it wise to choose the easy path? the fertile plains? the well-watered areas? "How'd that work out for you, Lot?"
Hardship is not always to be avoided. Sometimes effort is rewarded with muscle, experience, and associations. All of which were a blessing to Abram!
To make wise decisions we must factor in more than ease. Wise decisions may incur risk. Perhaps even hardship.
Things that might help:
"Sir, how can I be successful as you have been?"
The older man leaned back in his chair and responded, "I can answer that question in two words: right decisions."
The young man looked bewildered. He responded, "But sir, how can I know how to make right decisions?"
The businessman said: "I can answer that question in two words: wrong decisions!"
In Genesis 13, Abram and his nephew, Lot, have been traveling and sharing resources; but quarrels began to occur between their men.
Abram, being wise, suggested that they part company to preserve their unity. He offered Lot first choice of the land. Lot looked east and saw the fertile valleys of the Jordan River. Then he looked west and saw the mountainous regions of Canaan
The decision was easy. He chose the east. The scriptures offer an editorial remark following Lot's decision: "The people of Sodom were evil - flagrant sinners against God."
Time passed.
In the next chapter, a war broke out and Lot (with family and possessions) was captured by a neighboring king. Abram formed an alliance to rescue Lot.
More time passed.
God sent angels to destroy Sodom (where Lot lived) and Gomorrah. Abram bargained with God for the salvation of Sodom. God, in His grace, rescued Lot and his daughters from Sodom before it was consumed with fire.
Back to Lot's initial decision.
Was a quick decision the best route? Was it wise to choose the easy path? the fertile plains? the well-watered areas? "How'd that work out for you, Lot?"
Hardship is not always to be avoided. Sometimes effort is rewarded with muscle, experience, and associations. All of which were a blessing to Abram!
To make wise decisions we must factor in more than ease. Wise decisions may incur risk. Perhaps even hardship.
Things that might help:
- take time to think.
- take time to pray.
- talk with trusted advisors.
- search the Bible for wisdom.
- make a list of pros and cons.
- consider the possible ramifications of your decisions.
Friday, January 6, 2012
GREEN MIST
Debbie and I recently watched "The Voyage of the Dawn Treader" from The Chronicles of Narnia.
In this story, Lucy, Edmund, and Eustace join Prince Caspian in an adventure to save a distant part of Narnia from an evil force that is tormenting the people.
This evil is represented as a green mist that rolls in and plays on people's minds. It steals people away from their loved ones and terrorizes those who remain.
The main characters must bring together seven magic swords to defeat this force. However, the last sword is in the stronghold of the green mist. To retreive it, the whole crew of the Dawn Treader must face the perils of the green mist and the personal fears and crises that it will stir up.
When Lucy is faced with the green mist, she doubts her own qualities and envies the beauty of her sister, Susan. Aslan - who represents Jesus - has to scold her for denying her own beauty and gifts.
When Edmund is overcome with the green mist, he deals with jealousy of his older brother, Peter, and also of Prince Caspian. He is overrun with thoughts of always having to play second-fiddle.
When Prince Caspian deals with the green mist, he deals with a fear of disappointing his father - the former king of Narnia. He doubts his ability to rule well and with justice.
Eustace suffers most from the effects of the green mist. It gains a stronghold in his life because of greed and anger. Aslan is the only One who can free Eustace from the control of the green mist.
The green mist plays on personal - but real - fears and feelings!
C. S. Lewis has marvelously captured the way that Satan works in our world!
Satan works on very real fears and feelings in our lives. He plays on our areas of greatest vulnerability.
When Satan has come against me, I have felt a paralyzing effect. I feel overwhelmed - just as Lucy, Edmund, and Prince Caspian did. I find it difficult to think good thoughts; it's as though I am being consumed with the wrong thoughts.
In the movie, Aslan is the deliverer! But, in addition, the characters also play a vital role in protecting one another from the forces of evil. At one point, Lucy simply interrupts one of Edmund's episodes of obsession by simply calling his name and drawing him out of his trance!
The movie instills hope. It points us to Christ as our Deliverer. It also reminds us that we can play a vital role in one another's lives!
The weekend is coming - why not watch it?
In this story, Lucy, Edmund, and Eustace join Prince Caspian in an adventure to save a distant part of Narnia from an evil force that is tormenting the people.
This evil is represented as a green mist that rolls in and plays on people's minds. It steals people away from their loved ones and terrorizes those who remain.
The main characters must bring together seven magic swords to defeat this force. However, the last sword is in the stronghold of the green mist. To retreive it, the whole crew of the Dawn Treader must face the perils of the green mist and the personal fears and crises that it will stir up.
When Lucy is faced with the green mist, she doubts her own qualities and envies the beauty of her sister, Susan. Aslan - who represents Jesus - has to scold her for denying her own beauty and gifts.
When Edmund is overcome with the green mist, he deals with jealousy of his older brother, Peter, and also of Prince Caspian. He is overrun with thoughts of always having to play second-fiddle.
When Prince Caspian deals with the green mist, he deals with a fear of disappointing his father - the former king of Narnia. He doubts his ability to rule well and with justice.
Eustace suffers most from the effects of the green mist. It gains a stronghold in his life because of greed and anger. Aslan is the only One who can free Eustace from the control of the green mist.
The green mist plays on personal - but real - fears and feelings!
C. S. Lewis has marvelously captured the way that Satan works in our world!
Satan works on very real fears and feelings in our lives. He plays on our areas of greatest vulnerability.
When Satan has come against me, I have felt a paralyzing effect. I feel overwhelmed - just as Lucy, Edmund, and Prince Caspian did. I find it difficult to think good thoughts; it's as though I am being consumed with the wrong thoughts.
In the movie, Aslan is the deliverer! But, in addition, the characters also play a vital role in protecting one another from the forces of evil. At one point, Lucy simply interrupts one of Edmund's episodes of obsession by simply calling his name and drawing him out of his trance!
The movie instills hope. It points us to Christ as our Deliverer. It also reminds us that we can play a vital role in one another's lives!
The weekend is coming - why not watch it?
Thursday, January 5, 2012
SIN IN THE CHURCH
I think I know why many people avoid church.
Too often, church has become a place for people who pretend that life is merry and good. Meanwhile, their lives are actually miserable, lonely, falling apart, chaotic, addicted, desperate, confused, etc., etc.
Now, I confess that I don't know and experience the church everywhere. However, what I've seen has lost the concept of confession.
It's interesting that we don't want people to know our weaknesses. This is a prideful culture! At all costs, we want people to think things are going great - even when they're tumbling apart.
It's akin to our daily greetings: "How are you?" "Oh, I'm fine, thanks."
"No! If you really want to know, I'm hurting deeply and need a true friend!"
But that doesn't happen.
When did we begin to feel that we must 'have it all together' so that people will think well of us?
Sometimes, in the church I lead, I feel like I'm the only one who struggles! I think people take some kind of vicarious satisfaction out of my public sharing. But I rarely hear someone else admit to weakness, pain, or struggle.
Several years ago one of the men in our church sent me a letter including his confession. He spoke of indulgence in alcohol, ignoring God's Word and other personal issues. He welcomed me to share the letter with our congregation. When I did, there was hardly a dry eye in the sanctuary!
My study of great revivals indicates that almost every major revival began with a confession of personal sin. Hmmm...
Of all the authors I've read, Brennan Manning speaks most powerfully to this issue. If you're unfamiliar with him, he's a former Catholic priest and recovering alcoholic. Here's a sample:
Too often, church has become a place for people who pretend that life is merry and good. Meanwhile, their lives are actually miserable, lonely, falling apart, chaotic, addicted, desperate, confused, etc., etc.
Now, I confess that I don't know and experience the church everywhere. However, what I've seen has lost the concept of confession.
It's interesting that we don't want people to know our weaknesses. This is a prideful culture! At all costs, we want people to think things are going great - even when they're tumbling apart.
It's akin to our daily greetings: "How are you?" "Oh, I'm fine, thanks."
"No! If you really want to know, I'm hurting deeply and need a true friend!"
But that doesn't happen.
When did we begin to feel that we must 'have it all together' so that people will think well of us?
Sometimes, in the church I lead, I feel like I'm the only one who struggles! I think people take some kind of vicarious satisfaction out of my public sharing. But I rarely hear someone else admit to weakness, pain, or struggle.
Several years ago one of the men in our church sent me a letter including his confession. He spoke of indulgence in alcohol, ignoring God's Word and other personal issues. He welcomed me to share the letter with our congregation. When I did, there was hardly a dry eye in the sanctuary!
My study of great revivals indicates that almost every major revival began with a confession of personal sin. Hmmm...
Of all the authors I've read, Brennan Manning speaks most powerfully to this issue. If you're unfamiliar with him, he's a former Catholic priest and recovering alcoholic. Here's a sample:
Any church that will not accept that it consists of sinful men and women, and exists for them, implicitly rejects the gospel of grace. As Hans Kung says: “It deserves neither God’s mercy nor men’s trust." The church must constantly be aware that its faith is weak, its knowledge dim, its profession of faith halting, that there is not a single sin or failing which it has not in one way or another been guilty of. And though it is true that the church must always dissociate itself from sin, it can never have any excuse for keeping any sinners at a distance. If the church remains self-righteously aloof from failures, irreligious and immoral people, it cannot enter justified into God’s kingdom. But if it is constantly aware of its guilt and sin, it can live in joyous awareness of forgiveness.…There is a myth flourishing in the church today that has caused incalculable harm – once converted, fully converted. In other words, once I accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior, an irreversible, sinless future beckons. Discipleship will be an untarnished success story; life will be an unbroken upward spiral toward holiness. Tell that to poor Peter who, after three times professing his love for Jesus on the beach and after receiving the fullness of the Spirit at Pentecost, was still jealous of Paul’s apostolic success (Galatians 2:11-21). [The Ragamuffin Gospel, Brennan Manning, pp.30-31]
KING JAMES
I'm reading my Mom's old King James Version of the Bible this year. That may seem like a strange thing to do (to some of you), but I was raised on this version.
Her copy includes "The Epistle Dedicatory", which was a letter written by the original translators to King James upon the completion of their project. It begins:
Their closing blessing:
And indeed, the King James Version (or Authorized Version) carried significant authority well into the ninteenth century.
What impacted me most, however, in reading this Dedication was the respect for the king and his desire to propagate the Gospel.
We've come a long way since then.
I recently read of a controversy in Congress. A bill has been presented to add President Roosevelt's prayer to the World War II Memorial. Many are against the bill because it tends to "establish religion".
My prayer:
God, help us this year to elect a president with faith in You and courage to lead this great country in prayer!
Her copy includes "The Epistle Dedicatory", which was a letter written by the original translators to King James upon the completion of their project. It begins:
TO THE MOST HIGH AND MIGHTY PRINCE, JAMES, by the grace of God, KING OF GREAT BRITAIN, FRANCE, AND IRELAND, DEFENDER OF THE FAITH, etc. The Translators of the Bible wish Grace, Mercy, and Peace, through JESUS CHRIST our Lord.As the dedication continues, they refer to the king with the following terms:
- most dread Sovereign
- Your Majesty
- Your Highness
Their closing blessing:
The Lord of heaven and earth bless Your Majesty with many and happy days, that, as his heavenly hand hath enriched Your Highness with many singular and extraordinary graces, so you may be the wonder of the world in this latter age for happiness and true felicity, to the honour (sic) of that great God, and the good of the Church, through Jesus Christ our Lord and only Saviour.The whole dedication is quite impressive as the translators commend the king for initiating this effort. They seem to recognize the impact that this English translation is going to have on the world.
And indeed, the King James Version (or Authorized Version) carried significant authority well into the ninteenth century.
What impacted me most, however, in reading this Dedication was the respect for the king and his desire to propagate the Gospel.
We've come a long way since then.
I recently read of a controversy in Congress. A bill has been presented to add President Roosevelt's prayer to the World War II Memorial. Many are against the bill because it tends to "establish religion".
My prayer:
God, help us this year to elect a president with faith in You and courage to lead this great country in prayer!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
WE SHOULD'VE TAKEN MY CAR!
It was my nephew's wedding day. Everything went smoothly and beautifully. The whole Haire clan had come home for the event.
After the wedding and reception, we all gathered at my sister's house to continue the celebration.
A call came from my nephew. He and his new wife were in a hotel near the Pittsburgh Airport so they could fly out to their honeymoon destination the next morning. He had forgotten their passports.
My sister was in a panic. It was already late at night.
My brother-in-law, Dick, and I volunteered to drive the passports to Pittsburgh and leave them at the front desk for Bobby.
My sister, Jeannette, insisted that we take Bobby's car. I drove.
As we sat at a red-light near the airport, several cars started beeping their horns at us and giving us the 'thumb's up' sign. We were perplexed by their actions...
...Until we realized that we were driving a car with a 'JUST MARRIED' sign on it.
After the wedding and reception, we all gathered at my sister's house to continue the celebration.
A call came from my nephew. He and his new wife were in a hotel near the Pittsburgh Airport so they could fly out to their honeymoon destination the next morning. He had forgotten their passports.
My sister was in a panic. It was already late at night.
My brother-in-law, Dick, and I volunteered to drive the passports to Pittsburgh and leave them at the front desk for Bobby.
My sister, Jeannette, insisted that we take Bobby's car. I drove.
As we sat at a red-light near the airport, several cars started beeping their horns at us and giving us the 'thumb's up' sign. We were perplexed by their actions...
...Until we realized that we were driving a car with a 'JUST MARRIED' sign on it.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
THE TALK
Everyone grows up thinking their Mom is the best cook in the world! I was no different.
My Dad was a man of few words and rare affection. After I became engaged, he and I were alone one day; he started out: "Son, now that you and Debbie are engaged..."
I thought to myself: "This is Dad's 'Marriage Talk'". I was anxious to receive his advice. I respected him and knew I needed all the help I could get.
His next words (after an awkward pause): "...don't ever compare Debbie's cooking to your Mom's!"
I made a mental note: "OK, that must be really important since he said it first." Then I waited for whatever was next...
Nothing else came. That was it! "Don't ever compare Debbie's cooking to your Mom's!"
I thought: "Wow! That must be important!"
We were married.
I noticed immediately that Debbie's cooking was VERY different from my Mom's. I said nothing.
However, after eating Debbie's cooking for a year, I decided to venture into the dangerous ground of disobedience.
First, I told her the story of my Dad's 'talk'. Then, I told her that after eating her cooking for a year, I realized that my Mom cooked nearly everything well-done!
She smiled. We laughed.
Last night, I had 'The Talk' with Troy. I covered a little more than my Dad did... :-)
My Dad was a man of few words and rare affection. After I became engaged, he and I were alone one day; he started out: "Son, now that you and Debbie are engaged..."
I thought to myself: "This is Dad's 'Marriage Talk'". I was anxious to receive his advice. I respected him and knew I needed all the help I could get.
His next words (after an awkward pause): "...don't ever compare Debbie's cooking to your Mom's!"
I made a mental note: "OK, that must be really important since he said it first." Then I waited for whatever was next...
Nothing else came. That was it! "Don't ever compare Debbie's cooking to your Mom's!"
I thought: "Wow! That must be important!"
We were married.
I noticed immediately that Debbie's cooking was VERY different from my Mom's. I said nothing.
However, after eating Debbie's cooking for a year, I decided to venture into the dangerous ground of disobedience.
First, I told her the story of my Dad's 'talk'. Then, I told her that after eating her cooking for a year, I realized that my Mom cooked nearly everything well-done!
She smiled. We laughed.
Last night, I had 'The Talk' with Troy. I covered a little more than my Dad did... :-)
Monday, January 2, 2012
BOOK REVIEW: LOST DECEMBER by Richard Paul Evans
Richard Paul Evans is a master story-teller! I've read five of his novels in the last three months and have thoroughly enjoyed each one! This from a guy who typically reads (maybe) one novel a year!
Lost December is a modern-day retelling of the story of the Prodigal Son. But don't let that dissuade you from reading it! Other than the fact that Evans includes the biblical story on the pages preceding his story, you will not find yourself thinking about the Bible story.
However, of course, if you're familiar with Jesus' story, you also know the plotline of the novel. I delighted in the way Evans made the story relevant. The characters - as always - were believable and real. I read the book in one afternoon/evening. I giggled and wept as I read it.
His strength is in the development of relationships - especially romantic ones. Evans crafts his stories with unexpected twists and reconnections that delight and surprise the reader.
I won't wait long to read another of his novels. So far, he's written eighteen - all of which were on the New York Times bestseller list. Each of the books I have read were borrowed from the New Middletown library. :-) Which proves: you don't have to own something to enjoy it!
Lost December is a modern-day retelling of the story of the Prodigal Son. But don't let that dissuade you from reading it! Other than the fact that Evans includes the biblical story on the pages preceding his story, you will not find yourself thinking about the Bible story.
However, of course, if you're familiar with Jesus' story, you also know the plotline of the novel. I delighted in the way Evans made the story relevant. The characters - as always - were believable and real. I read the book in one afternoon/evening. I giggled and wept as I read it.
His strength is in the development of relationships - especially romantic ones. Evans crafts his stories with unexpected twists and reconnections that delight and surprise the reader.
I won't wait long to read another of his novels. So far, he's written eighteen - all of which were on the New York Times bestseller list. Each of the books I have read were borrowed from the New Middletown library. :-) Which proves: you don't have to own something to enjoy it!
THE SECRET OF CONTENTMENT
"I have learned that if you have something to eat, a roof overhead and clean water, you should be most grateful - you number among the world's most blessed." [Luke Crisp's Diary, Lost December, by Richard Paul Evans, p. 197]I visited Marie in the hospital yesterday. She attends Free Methodist Community Church - where I serve as pastor. She is in her eighties and is known in our congregation as 'Mom-Marie', because for decades she cared for our littlest members in the nursery. She is universally loved and respected - along with her husband, Jim.
In typical fashion, she greeted me with her beautiful smile and a big hug. Marie frequently enfolds me, then clasping my hand in hers looks me in the eye and tells me how much she loves and appreciates me. I know she means it.
We sat and talked. She spoke with gratitude for all that God has given her in life. She talked about growing up on the farm. "We didn't have anything. But we weren't poor." Then she told me of a puzzle that she had as a child. With a twinkle in her eyes she told me of putting that puzzle together over and over and over again. One puzzle.
She reflected that her parents rarely went to the store. They grew everything they needed. She seemed partly present and partly somewhere else as she remembered helping her mom can eighty jars of peaches to see the family through the winter and spring.
It occurred to me as we spoke that Marie was content! She has so much more than she ever dreamed possible. She wants for nothing except salvation and peace for some of her family. Marie is one of the most wonderful people I know; she reminds me of my own mother.
In a culture that is deeply invested in the belief that material things can satisfy, it is rare to find someone who truly understands Philippians 4:11 (NASB).
I have learned to be content in whatever circumstances I am.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
2012
What's a new year hold?
I expect 2012 to be an interesting year.
My son Troy (and his fiance, Missy) are to be married on February 25th. That's HUGE! Much of our focus for the next two months will be on making that a joyous day of genuine celebration!
Then, my focus will shift to getting ready to hike the Appalachian Trail - a nearly 2200-mile backpacking experience. It should take five to six months! I expect it to be the adventure of a lifetime.
But what else will happen that I don't have an inkling about?
Lord,
I've made a few plans, but I know that my plans are as though written in the sand on a beach.
I also know that You are already in my future! You know with certainty what is coming and how it will affect me.
Help me not to be a fool - it comes so easily to me!
Rather, help me to walk through this year - and every year - with my hand tightly and securely in Yours!
This I pray in the name of the One who made the world, left Heaven to come to earth, laid down His life as payment for my sin, and paved the way for me to get to Heaven - in JESUS' NAME.
Amen.
I expect 2012 to be an interesting year.
My son Troy (and his fiance, Missy) are to be married on February 25th. That's HUGE! Much of our focus for the next two months will be on making that a joyous day of genuine celebration!
Then, my focus will shift to getting ready to hike the Appalachian Trail - a nearly 2200-mile backpacking experience. It should take five to six months! I expect it to be the adventure of a lifetime.
But what else will happen that I don't have an inkling about?
James 4:13-16 (the VOICE)
Listen carefully, those of you who make your plans and say, "We are travelling to this city in the next few days. We'll stay there for one year while our business explodes and revenue is up." The reality is you have no idea where your life will take you tomorrow. You are like a mist that appears one moment and then vanishes another. It would be best to say, "If it is the Lord's will and we live long enough, we hope to do this project or pursue that dream." But your current speech indicates an arrogance that does not acknowledge the One who controls the universe, and this kind of big talking is the epitome of evil.
Lord,
I've made a few plans, but I know that my plans are as though written in the sand on a beach.
I also know that You are already in my future! You know with certainty what is coming and how it will affect me.
Help me not to be a fool - it comes so easily to me!
Rather, help me to walk through this year - and every year - with my hand tightly and securely in Yours!
This I pray in the name of the One who made the world, left Heaven to come to earth, laid down His life as payment for my sin, and paved the way for me to get to Heaven - in JESUS' NAME.
Amen.
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