THE NATIVITY

THE NATIVITY movie is my favorite of all time!  Like many of you, we just finished watching it again to give our celebration of Christmas its proper focus.

The movie takes some liberties with the script, but for the most part is faithful to the text.  It is an inspiring rendition of the story that is so familiar and core to Christians!

Through many views of this film, I have come to love the development of Mary and Joseph's relationship.

For those who are familiar, you will remember that Mary is taken quite by surprise when her father calls her in to announce that she is now betrothed to Joseph.  She openly wonders why her family would marry her to a man that she doesn't know or love.

However, their relationship begins to change after the angel visits Joseph.  He assures her that he will stay with her and be a father to her son.  This is the friendship phase of their relationship.  A seed of trust has been established.  As they leave the village of Nazareth, he places her on the donkey and jokes with her as they begin their journey.  Later, he provides fish for their meal.  Then, he shares their meager food with the donkey to keep it strong for the arduous trip ahead.

As their biblical story is portrayed, we observe five touches and a look that chronicle the gradual development of an intimate, loving relationship.  Let's observe them as they occur in the movie:

TOUCH 1

Joseph and Mary are passing through an area that is filled with many vendors. Joseph leads her and the donkey as they walk past a prophet speaking of a coming King.  Then they have a brief encounter with a woman who gives Mary a pastry and predicts that she carries the child in a manner that hints it will be a boy.  At that moment, for the first time, Mary reaches out and deliberately takes Joseph's hand.  To me, it seems to symbolize a willful and deliberate submission to a man she is learning to trust!

TOUCH 2

Joseph is leading Mary - on the donkey - across a fast-moving stream.  The donkey is spooked by a snake and throws her into the water.  Joseph grabs the snake and throws it far away;  then he rescues Mary from sweeping downstream with a strong grip of her hand and a secure carrying her to safety. A big part of a husband's role is to protect his wife and family!  She can feel secure when she is with Joseph.  He is strong and is committed to protecting her!

TOUCH 3

Shortly after the water scene, they are resting beside the stream.  Joseph is so weary that he falls asleep on the rocks.  Mary slowly and carefully removes his sandals and uses a cloth to bathe and minister to the terrible condition of his feet.  She has been riding the donkey much of the journey, but Joseph has been walking!  This act of compassion portrays a sacrificial developing love for this man who has clearly expressed his love for her and his devotion to her and her child!

A LOOK

As they move through the crowded streets of Jerusalem, they are closely surrounded by vendors again.  A man positions himself to pick their sack of money from the saddlebag.  Joseph grabs his hand firmly and with a penetrating look, informs him:  "What comes with us, stays with us!" 

Suddenly, realizing that Joseph had been vigilant while she was distracted, she looks at him with deep admiration!  According to Willard F. Harley Jr.'s research (HIS NEEDS, HER NEEDS), admiration is one of a man's highest needs in a marriage relationship!

TOUCH 4

As they arrive in Bethlehem, Joseph seeks desperately for a place for them to settle.  The baby is pushing and Mary is crying out to God for help.  They are pointed to a cave filled with sheep.  Quickly, Joseph arranges a bed for Mary.  Then, positioned to deliver the baby, he gently touches Mary's face, saying, "I'm sorry." as he disrobes her to deliver the baby.  He has provided everything they need and now holds the baby Jesus up with tears and joyful laughter.  Their relationship has now become intimate - as it should.  She has revealed her self to him as she will not do for any other man! And he has proven himself to be a reliable provider and protector!

TOUCH 5

As a final expression of genuine love, Mary reaches out and touches Joseph's face, after which he kisses her hands!  They have attained a fulness of trust and companionship now.  They have shared things that no one else could fully understand.  They have shared their deepest fears and also their dreams.  Joseph has clearly revealed that he has a close walk with God that allows him to hear God's voice and then obey!  They are fully ready now to embark on their marriage with the full understanding that God has smiled on their relationship and will bless their comings and goings!

Perhaps if you watch the movie again, you will also see the development of this intimacy.

It is a lovely and powerful expression of what God desires for every marriage.  It can't be rushed.  These touches can't be commanded.  Time itself does not bring this kind of relationship.  It is the result of a growing, maturing, sharing and sacrificial connection.  Each reaches out to the other in genuine caring.  Sacrifices are made.  History is shared.  Dreams for the future are discussed.  Looking at things and situations from a common view brings us together.

And above it all is God's guiding and blessing hand!

CHRISTMAS CHANGES

I just watched a video of an 'elf on the shelf' moving from one spot to another.  It was cute.  I sent it to Tracibeth to share with her kids.  She quickly wrote back that with Coltin and Rylie being 9 and 11, she no longer does that with them.  Christmas changes.

I empathize with you who are younger as you shop, cook, wrap, hide, decorate, plan and prepare for a wonderful Christmas in your home.  Been there - done that!

For four decades I led churches through the Advent and Christmas seasons.  Early on, I decided not to add to the pressure too significantly.  I always tried to put all our emphasis on one event and give families time to be together and enjoy one another.  That also freed me up to put extra time into visiting shut-ins, the sick and the lonely.  And to work extra on preparing Advent messages that would challenge and bless!

As I look back, I see the transitions of our lives:

• the agony of trying to get to sleep as a young boy. 
• the thrill of seeing a pile of packages on Christmas morning!
• the excitement of our first Christmas as newlyweds.
• the fun of coming home as a couple to add value to each of our family's Christmas.
• the joy and fun of the years when we centered our Christmas around our kids.
• several years where the date of Christmas floated from November to January to accommodate Travis' military schedule.
• the years when Travis and Troy (and occasionally Troy's friends) joined us as young adults for a Christmas celebration of gifts and food!
• the de-nesting experience of being alone on Christmas Day and reframing our celebration around each other.
• Christmas in China for three years with our teammates and a few selected students.
• recent Christmases where we've been able to pop in a few days after Christmas to share the joy with our precious grandchildren!  

Christmas changes!

This year, we had our family home in early December to celebrate Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year's together!  It was WONDERFUL!!!!

In retirement, however, I'm removed from the responsibility of leading the church through the season. Debbie will be with her Mom for 24-hours on Christmas Eve - I'll be alone all day.  We'll have a quiet celebration together on Christmas morn (when she gets home).  In the afternoon, we'll join her siblings at the Whippo farm (just three miles away).  And we'll probably end the day watching THE NATIVITY movie together.  Christmas changes.

I just read a notification from a friend of ours who lives (with her husband) in India.  It revealed a picture of her with her new-born son!  Precious!

As a Christian, Ida realizes the added joy of her son being born at this time of year!  We rejoice with her!  

Our experience of Christmas changes as our lives progress through various stages.  However, the message and meaning of Christmas NEVER CHANGES!!!

God so loved the world that He sent His one and only Son, that whoever believes in Him should live eternally!  

There it is!  

God's Son, nursed at the breast of a young girl from Nazareth around 2,000 years ago!  

The Redeemer of the world made His entrance and was welcomed by animals, shepherds and strangers from a far-off land!  

Our Savior, who left the splendor of Heaven to come into the squalor of this world so that we can eventually enter into the glory of His eternal world!

"Oh, come to my heart, Lord Jesus, there is room in my heart for Thee!"

To my family and friends all around the world:  Have a blessed Christmas - whatever stage of life you may be in!  :-)

WOULDN'T IT BE GREAT?

I'm currently reading a novel by Angela Hunt.  In it the protagonist is a famous author whose young-adult son is dealing with alcoholism.  The following dialogue captured my attention:
                                                                                                                                          

"Carl and I attend the worship service, but it’s hard to think about the holiness of God when our souls are stirring with anger, confusion, and fear.  We don’t know if the young man sleeping at our house is a victim, a criminal, a drug addict, or some combination of all three.

Even more difficult is greeting our church friends after the service, all of whom shake our hands or hug our necks after asking, “How are you?” and receiving, “Fine, and you?” in reply.

I’m wearing an artificial grin like the wax lips we bought at the dime store when I was a kid.  I smile and hug, shake hands and smile, and all the while I want to spit off that fake expression and scream that I’m going crazy, hasn’t anyone noticed?

I know it’s my fault.  My tendency toward introversion, combined with my celebrity, has caused me to hold even our church friends at arm’s length.  I’m not used to confiding in people;  I’m not sure I want to.  But that doesn’t stop me from feeling like a wounded warrior beneath a veneer only one smile thick.  If one person would take the time to look into my eyes and ask about the pain flickering there, I’d share everything.

But no one does."      [from THE NOVELIST, by Angela Hunt, pp.129-130]

                                                                                                                                            

Wouldn't it be great if someone did look into the eyes and respond to the pain?

When I read this passage to Debbie, she immediately said, "I've had lots of Sundays like that!"  To be brutally honest, so have I.

Galatians 6:2 says:  "Bear one another's burdens and so fulfill the law of Christ."

Quite a few year ago, I attended a conference and won a book:  CHURCHES THAT HEAL, by Doug Murren.  I took it home and devoured it;  then typed out the significant quotes.  Here are some samples:

“Churches should heal because people need healing!”  p.2

“God’s mandate (is) that His church be a place of safety for the scared, healing for the hurting, reshaping for the hurtful, and acceptance for the unloved.”  p.xiii

“A church that heals understands that its mission is to see broken, hurting people become whole followers of Christ – new creations journeying into the full discovery of their identity in Him.”  p.91

“Environment matters…a strong ‘high-touch’ environment – that is, one that offers very human benefits like friendship, encouragement, and a sense of community – enhances the immune system.”  P.40

In Mark 6:1-6, Jesus visited His hometown, Nazareth, and determined that it was not an environment conducive to healing!  Wow!  Imagine that!  How many churches today would receive a similar judgment?

Having established the topic, I'd like to comment on two facets of this issue:

ONE - WE WHO BELONG

We who belong most likely know the ropes.  Even though the format of worship may be fairly well-established, we know that people care.  We can ask for help from an individual, from the pastor, from a Sunday School class, or even publicly.  It takes great courage to do so - but it can be done.

If you're part of a growing, healthy church, this is why your leaders are always working to initiate or sustain small groups.  They know that the best caring will take place in that more suitable and comfortable environment.  We care best for each other in intimate settings where confidentiality can be limited and special attention can be lavished!

Many congregations have specially gifted individuals who move among the crowd seeming to look for those who are hiding, hurting, hesitant or rejected.  Thank God for these ones who have the eyes, ears and compassion of Jesus!  Their ministry before and after services is often more meaningful and effective than what takes place during the services!

Card-senders, callers and email-senders fit modestly into this category as well.  They seem to make mental notes during worship times and then do follow-up contacts through the week to encourage, comfort and acknowledge people more personally.  This ministry - though less direct - also frequently communicates an accepting and healing component!

There's a ministry of arriving early and staying late for those who might like to have a greater impact.  Something as simple as a change in your Sunday schedule could grow a new, fruitful branch in your life!

When I was on staff at the Cornerstone Church, there were certain individuals who told me privately that they came to our church because they received hugs.  One woman told me, "I'm a single mom and this is the only place where I am touched by others!"  The simple act of caring through an 'appropriate' hug kept her coming!

TWO - THOSE WHO DON'T BELONG OR COME

As a pastor, I was always concerned about new attenders and their comfort level.  So many things we do in church are foreign to secular people.  They're afraid to enter our houses of worship.  One man confessed to me that he first drove through our parking lot on a couple of Sundays.  Next he parked, but stayed in his car for a couple of Sundays.  Finally, he came in and his life was radically transformed!  PTL!!  

Non-churched people are intimidated by our worship centers.  They have preconceived ideas about what we do;  these are often based on what they've learned from television or the movies.

Yet, many churches do little to anything to smooth this transition for guests.

But we can be fairly certain that they have ventured into our space because they have a need or crisis exploding in their families or life!

I challenged leaders to be fully prepared and to lead with excellence.  If guests arrive and we start late or do things poorly, what will they think [this is magnified if we use countdowns]?  If they're not greeted, how will they feel?  Little things matter.  They're unlikely to know the music we sing.  So frequently, Power Point slides are not switched appropriately to allow the congregation to have the words when they need them,  The 'regular' people may know the words, but guests will be frustrated!  If we serve Communion, they will be perplexed.  They will naturally have questions about the things we do during worship;  how will they get answers?

Again, at Cornerstone, new attenders were often overcome with tears during worship - especially during the prayer time.  When they spoke to leaders about this, we got to explain that what they were experiencing was the presence of God!

Churches that want to make a difference in people's lives will be discussing these things at a leadership level and training ALL of their people to be alert to these concerns!

Wouldn't it be great if church could universally be a place where needs and hurts were recognized, addressed and reconciled?

DEEPLY STIRRED

Being a retired person gave me the privilege of sitting and watching President George H. W. Bush's funeral from beginning to end.  The impact of doing so was immense and I'll be sorting out that impact for at least a few days!  But let me try to capture some of it for the benefit of others who may not have had the same privilege.

PROUD TO BE AN AMERICAN!
I felt a unique sense of pride in being an American as a result of watching the funeral.  A lot of it came from the pomp and circumstance that embodied the event from beginning to end.

• the precision of the military
• the majesty of the U.S. Capital
• the respect for the Bush family
• the unity of opposing parties in honoring a great president
• the massive response of the general public
• seeing our five living presidents (and their wives) seated together
• seeing six living vice presidents sitting together
• seeing Senator Bob Dole helped to his feet in the capital to offer a salute to his friend

Hearing the universal praise for a former president was encouraging.  As these days have unfolded, I have sensed a return of patriotism in my spirit.  It never left completely, but it has waned as a result of bitter feuds, unkind exchanges and partisan manipulations.  

In my fourth year of life, my father taught me respect for our nation by instructing me to take my hat off when I saw the U.S. flag passing by.  He always modeled patriotism with excellence for me.  One of the few days of the year that we would spend completely together was Memorial Day.  We would begin by going to three cemeteries to decorate family graves.  Then, we would attend the New Brighton Memorial Day parade and the service following at the city park on Third Avenue.  Then, and only then, we would return home for a picnic.  

It feels good to experience that noble pride that comes from living in one of the greatest nations to ever exist on the face of this earth!

THE POWER OF WORDS

I'm a preacher, so I value words.  For over forty years I spent my week praying and mulling over the things I would say in my message on Sunday.  It was an honor to have that privilege and I always took it seriously.  I believed then, and believe now, that words can and do impact us.  

The four who paid verbal tribute to President Bush today were:

• Jon Meacham, the presidential historian
• Former Canadian Prime Minister Brian Mulroney
• Former Senator Alan Simpson, [R-Wyo]
• Former President George W. Bush

Their words were carefully chosen and crafted in a manner that allowed them to communicate with grace, skill, power and effectiveness.  Each created moments for humor and laughter in remembering a great leader.  Tears were evoked repeatedly.  We were reminded that President Bush was an imperfect man, whose story nearly ended when he crashed into the ocean on September 2, 1944.  

They sprinkled their comments with quotes worth remembering:

• George W. Bush said of his father:  "He was born with just two settings: full throttle, then sleep".  He also said, "He could tease and needle but never out of malice.”
• Senator Simpson said, “He was a man of such great humility. Those who travel the high road of humility in Washington, D.C. are not bothered by heavy traffic."
• Mr. Meacham quipped, “President Bush once remarked, 'Fluency in English is something that I’m often not accused of.’ Then, Meacham added: “His tongue may have run amok at times, but his heart was steadfast.”
• Mr. Mulroney stated:  "...when world leaders dealt with Bush, they knew that they were dealing with a gentleman, a genuine leader, one that was distinguished, resolute and brave.”

The Rev. Dr. Russell Levenson, rector of St. Martin’s Episcopal Church in Houston, delivered the homily, drawing tears from some in the crowd.

He said, “My hunch is heaven just got a bit kinder and gentler. … Welcome to your eternal home, where ceiling and visibility are unlimited, and life goes on forever.”

As I listened to and responded to these words, I felt something happening inside.  There was a strengthening taking place.  A resolve was growing to be a better man, a better father, a better husband, and a better member of my community.  I found myself reflecting on Proverbs 18:21, "Death and life are in the power of the tongue..."  

THE RICHNESS OF OUR FAITH

Being a man of faith and a leader in the church, I was deeply moved by the expressions of faith I witnessed at the funeral.

• the majesty of the Washington National Cathedral
• the wonderful music of symphony and choir
• the prayers of the priests and responses of the people
• the power of the hymns
• hearing Michael W. Smith sing:  "...a lifetime's not too long to live as friends."
• the frequent references to reunions in Heaven
• hearing the Word of God read publicly
• hearing the congregation read the Apostle's Creed

I observed a Houston pastor who has been thrust into the limelight because of one of his parishoners give a challenging and inspiring message!  He referred to the 'Rose Window' in the Cathedral and reflected on President Bush's admiration for it.  

He reminded us that the window's beauty is only fully realized when the sun shines through it and lights its colors gloriously.  He reminded us that the gloom of the crucifixion was only removed with the dawn of the resurrection!  Finally, he challenged us to let the light of Christ shine through our lives!  Once again, the power of words!

Again, I felt something moving within.  Life is short.  Eternity is long!  We are leaving footsteps in the sand.  People matter!  My life has purpose!  Heaven is real!  

Two days ago, I wrote a letter to Troy and Tracie.  In it, I wrote:

I look back over my life and wish I’d spent even more time with you 

and taught you even more.    

Careers can be so distracting!  

I just told your Mom one of my favorite memories.  

We were all walking down Main Street in East Liverpool.  

You two were quite young.  

I had you each by the hand as we walked together.  I treasure that memory!  

Make the memories while you can!  If you haven't been storing up treasure in Heaven - it's time to start!  God bless you!

LIFE CHANGES

That title can be interpreted in different ways:

• It can be descriptive of the changes that can (and do) take place throughout our lives.
• It can also be a statement of action:  life is not static - it changes.

I probably mean it in both ways.

Annually at this season, I write a blog expressing the things that I am thankful for.  This year will be no exception.  But things are different.

I've been retired for a year-and-a-half.  For the first year, I kept very busy working around our new home, putting in a yard, doing landscaping, finishing our two-car-garage, and just generally knocking things off the honey-do-list.  We had to make adjustments financially, but my schedule opened up in new ways that gave me tons of freedom and quantum time alone.  Once, and often twice-a-week, Debbie leaves for twenty-four hours to sit with her aging mother [she and her siblings share this responsibility].  

To say that our lives have changed is a gross understatement.  

This past spring I realized a long-held dream and spent six weeks on the Appalachian Trail.  Whether or not I resume my hike remains to be seen.  But, upon my arrival home, life slowed down.  Much of the work around our home has been completed.  I have begun to struggle to find ways to occupy myself in recent months. 

But don't misread me;  I'm still a very grateful and contented man: 

• I'm forever grateful to God for His patience, provision and kindness!
• I'm thankful for my life's companion and her faithfulness in loving me and sharing the journey.
• I love my kids and take joy in their visits, gifts and texts.  Watching them flesh out their lives is a treat that Debbie and I rejoice in.
• I have two precious grandchildren that bring untold delights!  What a joy!
• These days I'm grateful to the Social Security Administration.  They make a deposit to my bank account every month!
• I'm also grateful to the Free Methodist Church for having a pension plan and executing it so well.  They also make a deposit to my bank account monthly!  
• I love our home:  warm, lovely, comfortable, nice neighbors, great view...
• I have three vehicles - all paid for!  :-)  I now can occasionally be seen driving a Ford F-250 around!  Woo Hoo!  I'm running with the 'big boys' now!  
• At Debbie's instigation, we bought a used fifth-wheel camper this year.  We hope to take it south for some winter months in the future!  
• I have lots of friends - I can prove it, just look at my Facebook page!  😀  But sincerely, we have friends from far-and-wide that we have shared precious times with.  When we have the opportunity to get together (or talk) it's as though no time has passed at all.  I still have occasional contact with my former students and friends from China!  My blog is read regularly in ten different countries!  Our friends have formed us and we're truly grateful!  
• There is finally time to write.  I enjoy blogging and Facebooking, have written a short novel, started a sequel and am documenting my life history for my family.
• As odd as it seems to write, we have Gabe.  He started out to be Deb's puppy, but gradually she showed him less attention and I've shown him more.  Today, he's almost my constant companion!  
• Debbie and I enjoy extended family connections that add value to our lives.  My relationships with my siblings have never been real close - probably because of the age difference.  All through the years, most of my contacts with them have been initiated by me.  But the Whippo family has been part of our foundation!  They're a fun bunch and we know they'd be there for us if we ever had a need - they've proven that in the past!  
• Sixty-six years have accumulated - soon, sixty-seven!  I'm still healthy, strong, and able to enjoy life!  
• Reading is still a joy to me (although double-vision sometimes limits the length of my reading).  I enjoy novels more than ever before. but still read in other areas as well.  Books have always been a tool God uses to sharpen, awaken and grow me!  

I could go on - you know that.  I'm a prosperous man!  

Each stage of life is different.  Life changes.  We have to adapt.  It keeps things interesting.  I'm stretching to discover the ways I can be productive and effective in this new stage of my life.  

Right now, I've very excited that our kids will be home next week to spend four or five days with us! That doesn't happen too often, so you can imagine our anticipation!  Special foods are being planned, gifts are being bought and wrapped, the quads and golf cart are tuned up,  the house is being cleaned and the red carpet is ready to be rolled out!  Our deepest joy will be a reality as our family comes under one roof for a few days!   

So, from our house to your life - may God's peace and joy be so real to you as we close out another year that you too will automatically express your gratitude for all He has done in and through your life!  Blessings...

MORE THOUGHTS ABOUT CHURCH

Having been a pastor for over forty years, I suppose I will have a different take on this topic than most.  I've read hundreds of books suggesting how churches should operate and how worship should be structured.  For many years I had the opportunity to shape these things and did so with passion and creativity.

In my humble opinion, the biggest change we've seen in the church over the past several decades has been the transition to the performance approach to worship.  The greatest impact of this change has been the reduction of congregational participation.  Sanctuaries have been darkened to focus attention on what takes place up front.  At the same time the experience of congregants sitting together and participating in worship has been minimized (in some cases we can't even see each other once the lights go out).  

The impact of these changes is immense.  Our experience of worship has become one of tunnel-vision.  It's as though we were sitting alone experiencing the message and performance being cast for us.  The sense of being together and experiencing worship as a community has been reduced.  When the lights are brought up again, we are shuffled out rather quickly so that the next group can be herded in to experience the same program we just witnessed.  

The lingering and talking about what we just heard and experienced is decreased or eliminated.  It's easy to get the feeling that we've met our obligation for the week.  "See you next Sunday or Saturday, (whatever your name is)."  

Yet, churches that follow these practices have grown (are growing)!  Some would hold that these churches are satisfying the desires of the culture.  It's hard to argue with success.  

But, not all growing or healthy (are they the same?) churches follow these trends.  I've attended a Presbyterian Church in my community where the sanctuary is completely full every week.  The parking lot overflows across the road from the building.  The worship format is very traditional.  The sanctuary is well lighted.  A wide variety of ages are present.  A liturgical format is followed.  It is a prime example of a healthy, vibrant, country church!  

The church I presently attend is led in worship by a team of twelve musicians including drums, flute, piano, sax, trombone, bass, acoustic guitars and several singers.  Worship is vibrant in a well-lighted sanctuary.  I would guestimate that attendance averages slightly under 200.  The pastor is very laid-back and casual;  he uses humor in his communications and is valued by the congregation.  

It seems to me that our worship experience should draw us together and cause us to interact with one another.  In the church I just mentioned, the pastor will frequently call us to pray for a person over a specific need (sometimes several people).  He calls us to come forward and lay hands on the person.  Ninty percent of the congregation moves forward filling the aisles and the front of the church!  Each one lays a hand on the shoulder of the person before them.  The community expresses its concern and love for the person(s),  It's a beautiful thing to observe.  

I was on staff at a large church in Akron, Ohio for about six years.  At that time, this congregation had an altar prayer time where people flooded forward to pray.  Others came to pray with friends or family.  The front of the sanctuary was literally clogged with people on their knees!  New people were deeply impressed in seeing this response and often came to staff with questions about it.  It was dynamic!  

In Nehemiah 8, we are told that Ezra read the Word of God from an elevated pulpit (so that he could be seen and heard). 

• When he read it, all the people stood up.
• Then Ezra blessed the people, and they all said "Amen"
• Then all the people worshipped God with their heads bowed and their faces to the ground.
• As the Word was read and explained, the people wept.
• After the worship time, the people all went to celebrate together with food and drink.  
• They sent portions of their feast to the needy in their community.  

It was a community experience!  They were celebrating the goodness of their God!  

This leads me to one other point.  I have been repeatedly disappointed that major news concerns are consistently ignored in our churches.   We watch our news channels throughout the week and talk about our concerns among our families and co-workers;  but when we go to worship on Sunday, these things are not addressed.  

On a recent Sunday, a synagogue shooting (on Saturday) in nearby Pittsburgh left eleven Jewish people dead.  The next day saw Christians gathering for their appointed times of worship.   You evaluate your own congregation:  was there public prayer for this atrocity that had occurred just sixty miles away?  A religious service was invaded by a violent man with a weapon of destruction!  Lives were violently taken!  Were you given assurance that you were being protected while you worshipped?  

My guess is that in most churches the incident was completely ignored.   (I hope I'm wrong!)

I do pray about these things privately (and occasionally with Debbie).  I'm sure many others do too!  I have an expectation that my church family lift these concerns to God, as well.

I want to be led in prayer about these things.  I want to pray - in community - for my president and leaders.  I expect us to be corporately concerned about the impact of hurricanes, wild fires, shootings, caravans and elections!  When it doesn't happen, I'm frankly disappointed!  

We do not exist in a vacuum.  Our prayers make a difference - especially when we pray them in agreement!  

LIKE MOM AND DAD

My Mom and Dad were frugal!  Although all four names that define my heritage (Haire, Archer, Walton and Powell) are of English derivation, I’m convinced there had to be some Scottish blood in there somewhere. 😉

At times, their frugality bothered me when I was growing up. I stated in another blog that I was 13 before I ever ate at a restarant. I wore lots of hand-me-down clothing.  There was a really cool guy at church, who was closer to my sister Bev's age, who used to point that out to the kids at church:  “Look, I told my mom to give my clothes to the Salvation Army, but it looks like she gave them to Harold Haire instead (followed by much laughter, of course)!

As a lifelong homemaker she was committed to saving money in any way possible.  She saved books of S&H Green stamps and redeemed them for our family's benefit.  She also clipped coupons and then watched for double and triple coupon days at various grocery stores!  She pinched a penny as well as anyone!  😊  Did I mention that she took me into Picway Self-Serve Shoe Mart to buy my shoes?

When I was a young teen, they went from old, canvas tent camping to the purchase of an off-brand, used, hard-top camper. They were so proud of it!  It was very small and shaped like the old Scottie campers.  They joined a camper’s club called “The Happy Wanderers” and enjoyed many wonderful weekends with couples who had MUCH BIGGER AND NICER campers. But my folks pulled in with pride and had as much (or more) fun than anyone!

When I was in high school, they bought a Shasta trailer that was newer and a bit larger. They were SO EXCITED!! By then, I was driving and didn’t camp much with them.   During this season of life they lost the cabin they had used for years at the Tri State Camp in East Liverpool. No problem;  they simply lived in their campers (on the same site that Charlie and Laurie Mahosky presently use).  🙂

They had each been raised through the Great Depression. As a result, they had cultivated a phenomenal capacity for being content with what they had. I can only imagine their joy in 1957, when they moved from Beaver Falls into a brand new home in New Brighton!  I was four-and-a-half years old. They paid $11,000!!  They lived in that house until thy died (Mom in 1981, and Dad in 1992).

Although at times I was embarrassed, I always knew that they had a quality that I also wanted to have. In addition, they practiced extreme generosity toward the church and missions!  And somehow, Dad always managed to squirrel away some money to give Mom when ‘Dollar Days’ came in Beaver Falls. 😉

I inadvertently hurt my Dad shortly after we were married. We had come home from Kentucky where  I was attending Asbury Seminary. I was working as a part time unloader at UPS and the union had been on strike seeking increased pay for part time workers. I excitedly told Dad that I would be making $4.70/hour upon my return to work (an exceptional pay for part time work in 1974).  I was disappointed that he didn’t seem to share my joy.  Before leaving, I brought it up again and asked him why he wasn’t excited about my raise. He responded:  “Son, I’ve worked for Townsend Company for forty-seven years (pause), and I’ve never made $4.70 an hour”.

But, he was content.

Like my Dad, I’ve never made big money either. I realize now that I probably would have been better off financially if I had stayed in the Pittsburgh Conference. Superintendents where I served didn’t advocate for pastor’s salaries while Pittsburgh Conference leaders (particularly Superintendent Jim Jobes) did!

Add to that the fact that my Dad and Mom did not deliberately pass on their wisdom about finances,  and Debbie and I were set up for trouble. Before too many years of marriage passed, we were in debt. Growing our family, low wages, financing two masters degrees and unwise financial management eventually led to chronic depression for me and a distinct lack of joy accompanied by a constant burden of stress due to our debt.

However, God intervened in our lives and used some instrumental people to set in motion a long-term plan to enable us to eliminate our substantial debt!  PTL!!!  Today, we own our home and our vehicles and have no debt!  Thanks be to God. And, like my parents, we are able to be generous with the church and missions (as well as others).

All these thoughts are triggered as I sit looking out over Pymatuning Lake! Debbie and I are here trying out our new camper!  After 45 years of camping in tents and pop-up campers, we have recently purchased a used 5th-wheel camper (2002)and a used Ford F-250 (2008) to pull it. We own them both!  😊  We’re pretty excited about it!

I guess, after all these years, a little of Mom and Dad did rub off!

ONE OF THOSE MOMENTS WHEN IT ALL MAKES SENSE!

Tracie and Jon moved to Groton, Connecticut about twelve years ago.  Eventually, they bought a home in Norwich. Then, along came Rylie in 2007, and Colton in 2009.  😀

Over those years, they have worshipped in a number of different churches. While in Groton, they attended a non-denominational church that was growing - particularly among younger families.

After moving they attended a more rural church with a very young pastor and a small congregation. They really liked this church, but struggled with some of the core, theological tenets.

Then, for a couple of years, they attended a small, United Methodist Church very close to their home.  The children were adopted by the whole (older) congregation!  😊

But, again, something was missing.

About that time, Tracie saw signs at Wal-Mart about a new church in the area. Meanwhile, Jon also heard about the church from a friend in the Navy who was serving as a part time associate pastor there. He told Jon that the lead pastor was also former Navy. That settled it - they began attending (that was four years ago).

Jon immediately struck up a friendship with founding pastor, Matt Grohocki.  Jon joined (and eventually led) the very essential parking team.  In time, he was trained to lead groups and did so from their home.  Soon, Tracie was also trained and joined him in leading a group for couples in their home.

As part of his training, Jon had already become a partner (and leader) in the ministry. When time allowed, Tracie also spoke with Pastor Matt indicating her readiness to become a partner in the church. Happily, he invited her to a special time when he trained people with such an interest.

That evening, he opened by saying:  "You may think that Revelation Church is an independent church, but that's not the case. Although we never publish it or speak of it, we are associated with a denomination.  Technically, we are a Free Methodist church."

And with that, Tracie's jaw dropped. He noticed her reaction and questioned her.  She said, "I was raised in the Free Methodist Church all my life!  My Dad is a Free Methodist pastor!"

Jon, Tracie and even Rylie now serve at REV Church on a regular basis. The church moved from a rented facility to a newer building at a former scout camp that they have purchased.  They currently worship in four services;  two on Saturday evening and two on Sunday morning.

Plans are underway to build an even newer worship facility on the grounds in the near future!

Debbie and I attended today on the sixth anniversary of their founding. In celebration, they opened a new campus this morning that is a five-hour-drive-away, in Saratoga Springs, New York.  They incorporated a former Free Methodist campground into a renewed facility for this launch!

Pastor Matt gave a message today that launched a new series:  “MONUMENTAL:  Who are We Really?”  A very relevant topic!  Worth listening to at:  http://myrevelationchurch.com

THE FIRST RESORT!

For most of my adult life I've been a news consumer.  I think I got that trait from my father;  he was a faithful reader of the newspaper and systematically watched the evening news with Harry Reasoner (on both ABC and CBS). 

Like many of you, I now take my news from a variety of sources.  Debbie is a committed Fox News Channel devotee.  She makes fun of me for watching the "liberal news".  I have a hard time actually hearing that news because she is busy talking back to them during the broadcast!  :-)  I vividly recall the night several months ago when she turned to me and said:  "I've always thought that you were really a closet Democrat!"  We still laugh about that.  [By the way, I have voted for Democrats along the way.  ;-) ]

I suppose my TV news viewing has increased since I've retired. 

A hallmark of my viewership through the years has been feedback!  I write emails and letters frequently to news sources pointing out inequities and biases.  It appalls me to see blatantly partisan reporting!  One of my tell-tale comments in my feedback is:  "I'm capable of forming my own opinions!" 

But, I must confess that watching the news in recent years has become a source for depression - something I certainly don't need!  The extreme partisan bickering and posturing has become painful and so discouraging.

The conservative/liberal polarization has become so embedded now that one wonders if it is possible to see us all pull together for anything.  Occasionally we see these extremes blend, and how encouraging it is when it happens.  A good recent example would be Senator John McCain's funeral ceremonies where Republicans and Democrats sat together, worshiped together and with common passion praised a great patriot! 

I personally loved former Vice President Joe Biden's introductory remarks at John McCain's memorial service:  "Hi.  My name is Joe Biden, and I'm a Democrat."  He went on to deliver an amazing tribute to a man who - for many years - sat across the aisle from him!  [While Travis served as Flag Secretary at the United States Naval Academy, he spent a whole morning with then Vice President Biden.  Travis commented to me later:  "Dad, he is a REALLY nice guy!"]

These rare moments of genuine respect and commonality breathe hope into my heart - a much-needed refreshment!

The divisiveness I'm trying so carefully to describe and analyze has reached new levels of shock over the pivotal nomination of Judge Brett Kavanaugh to the Supreme Court. 

While some escape the pain of this process through a willful neglect of national news, others of us suffer daily the new twists and turns of the maneuvering of the two sides.  Succinctly, we long for it all to be over. 

In a recent interview that Judge Kavanaugh (and his wife) had with Martha MacCallum, he REPEATEDLY expressed his strong desire for a "fair hearing".  I was struck with sadness as I listened because this simple thing he desires is evidently NOT going to happen!  The lines are drawn and minds are already made up.  Sad!

This morning, I turned my hearing device off and left the room.  I didn't want to hear any more... 

I came to my small, home office and sat, reflecting on my disillusionment with our country.  It was during this time that I heard a still, small voice.  It was the Holy Spirit.  He said, "Are you praying about these things?"  He knew the answer already.

I'm ashamed to admit that my prayer life has diminished in frequency and power since returning from China and especially since my retirement.  Throughout my years of pastoral leadership, I was strenuous in maintaining an active prayer life.  Following my mother's example, I kept multiple lists and systematically worked through them with the determined belief that I could make a difference on my knees.

However, in reality, I had not lifted one prayer for the Senate Judiciary Committee, its chairman, Senator Chuck Grassley, or its members.  Nor had I lifted a single prayer for Judge Kavanaugh, his wife or his precious family.  Although I have prayed for President Trump, I must admit it is not with the frequency or fervency with which I have prayed for other presidents. 

Why is it that prayer is so often our last resort instead of our first resort?  Why do we have this attitude that says, "Well, I've done everything I can do;  all that's left to do is pray."?

As I began to pray, my mind went to words from God recorded by the prophet, Amos.  The part I could remember was, "...let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream."  I opened my browser to Amos, chapter 5, to read the context.  God is upset!  He makes inflammatory remarks to His people:

“I hate, I despise your religious festivals;
    your assemblies are a stench to me.
 Even though you bring me burnt offerings and grain offerings,
    I will not accept them.
Though you bring choice fellowship offerings,
    I will have no regard for them.
 Away with the noise of your songs!
    I will not listen to the music of your harps.
 But let justice roll on like a river,
    righteousness like a never-failing stream!"

God also wants justice!  He sees the iniquities of His people and calls them to His standards!

And so, I prayed.  I'm asking God for a fair hearing for Judge Kavanaugh and for his accusers.  I'm praying for the members of the Senate Judiciary Committee to be given wisdom in their deliberations and civility in the way they transact their business.  I'm praying for justice to roll on like a river!  I'm praying for a restoration of respect in our government and among our people.  And from there, I went on to pray for many other things related to our country. 

Then, I decided to share my experience with you - in hopes that while you're reading you might hear the same still, small voice that spoke to me.

Holy Spirit,

Thank You for the wake-up call!  Thank You for Your faithfulness!

Thank You for never giving up on me.

Thank You for never giving up on our nation!

Your humble, obstinate servant,

Hal 

THIS GIANT WAS ON GOD'S SIDE!

He first came into my life while I was leading the Oakland Church in East Liverpool.  I had arranged for an evangelist named Lucien Behar to come for a few days of training.  Jim Stetler - from Akron - brought him and they both stayed in our home.  I already knew the stature of Lucien, but I was very impressed with Jim over that few days.  He and Lucien regaled us with stories at meal times.  The training times were very effective and moved us toward being a more outreaching congregation.  I think it was the fall of 1993.

After a family crisis launched us into a period of limbo in 1997, we eventually landed in Akron, Ohio, running a licensed home for behaviorally challenged kids.  That gradually led to my full time employment with the Cornerstone Church, led by Brenda Young.  That's when I ran into Jim again.  He was a deeply established leader at Cornerstone and highly regarded by everyone.

Jim was a door-opener!  He had a tenacious way about him that both endeared him to people and irritated people.  When folks would miss church on any given Sunday, Jim would go home and begin making phone calls to let them know he missed them.  I'll never forget a conversation we had one day when he complained to me that he could never get through in calling these people.  The look on his face was priceless when I told him about caller-ID and suggested that they were filtering his calls and choosing not to speak to him! 

Two words leap to my mind when I think about Jim (who just went to Heaven a few days ago):  dedicated and passionate!  Jim got up VERY EARLY several days a week for many years to meet with groups of men over breakfast for spiritual training.  He was involved in men's ministry at three different levels that I was aware of:  the local church, the city of Akron and the national level.  He wanted to see men fulfill their God-appointed role in the family and in the church.  I've observed few who had the bullish determination for pursuing people as Jim did!

Although I was the Lead Associate at the church, I considered Jim as a role model and coach.  I didn't agree with him on everything (few did), but I always gave him respect because no one worked harder for the Kingdom than Jim did!  He was often at the center of conflict with other staff members - even Brenda.  You had to have patience to work with Jim;  he saw things through a singular lens and fought hard to defend his position!  But he had a soft side, too, and could admit his mistakes and exhibit humility.

Jim also had a humor bone and a mischievous grin that let you know he was pulling your leg!  He could laugh as well as anyone - even when the joke was on him.  I loved this guy!

Let me give you a picture of the wisdom that God imparted to him.  One Wednesday evening, we had a summer cook-out.  A new couple with several young children showed up for the first time.  I noticed them immediately and moved to meet them and begin to get acquainted.  It didn't take long for Jim to spot them, too.  He came over and I introduced him.  The young woman jumped on having two leaders before her and said:  "We're not married, but we live together.  I'm an exotic dancer, and we have a lot of history behind us.  We've been to several churches and when they find this stuff out, they let us know that we're not welcome anymore.  Is it going to be any different here?"

I didn't even get a chance to respond.  Jim gave her an immediate response that was straight from the heart of God.  "Let me tell you about Cornerstone Church.  You will be completely accepted and loved here!  We will help you to grow in your relationship to God.  However, you will not be invited to membership or leadership until you have begun your walk with  Christ."

That was all they needed to hear.  They became very active at Cornerstone and brought scores of their friends to us as well!  She became a leader and had a prolonged and dynamic influence on the Kingdom of God!  Debbie and I became very close to this couple and their family.  For about a year, Debbie led a Bible study for her and her dancer-friends!  Jim's Spirit-wisdom opened the door!

Jim led a Sunday School class every Sunday morning for years!  In this class he taught and matured new believers.  If they dropped out - he pursued them!  Most of our leaders at Cornerstone had Jim's fingerprints all over them!

Jim was the iconic bulldog for Jesus!  He set a pace of persistence, diligence, determination, focus and passion that made a massive difference at every level of his investment.

My sympathies to Bonnie and Jim's children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren;  he will surely be missed!  Also to Cornerstone Church who has lost one of their giants!  But to be honest, I can't help but giggle to think of that moment when Jim fell into the arms of Jesus, his Savior!  I can see Jim trembling and weeping as Jesus whispered into his ear:  "Good job, Jim!  Thanks for all you did for Me!  You made a huge difference!" 

TROY BOY'S ARRIVAL

It was supposed to be a BIG SUNDAY!   I had been leading the McClellandtown Free Methodist Church for over two years.  We had seen significant growth in the congregation through new converts.  This particular Sunday, August 24, 1980, I was scheduled to baptize nearly thirty people in a lake following our morning worship.  Woo Hoo!

Early that morning, Debbie being pregnant with our second child, woke to her water breaking.  She called me and told me that it was time to go to the hospital.  Sunday morning!

Travis had been born via a Caesarian Section, but we hoped for our next child to be a natural birth.  It had been four-and-a-half-years, but our doctor still recommended the University Hospital in Morgantown.  We had to have an operating room on stand-by in case any problems developed.  McClellandtown was a forty-five minute drive from the hospital on a back road that went north, east, south and west to get there! 

Debbie immediately called our next-door-neighbor, Rose, to watch Travis while we were gone.  Rose was a member of our church and was excited for us.  I immediately called a Lay Minister in our congregation, Mike Dunham, and asked if he could preach for me that morning.  I had put him on notice jokingly a month earlier;  little did we know that he would actually have to do it.  He agreed!  Then I called my Superintendent, Ralph Page, and asked if he could attend the baptism service and fulfill my responsibilities there.  He also agreed!

We grabbed the necessities and began our twisting journey.  First, we drove through Masontown, Pennsylvania, and dropped down into a long valley on the other side.  As I flew along with Debbie rubbing her belly and counting to herself, we passed the Dunham family heading toward the church.  They saw us and we exchanged horn toots and vigorous waving.  [I would find out later that week that they ran out of gas immediately after passing us.  Mike had to walk into town for gas which made them late for church.  No cell phones in 1980.  But Rose, filled everyone in and Mike eventually made it in time to preach.  J]

The trip was chaotic!  I drove as fast as I could and still be safe!  Debbie was doing her Lamaze training to try to stay calm and focused.  I was flying! 

Finally, we arrived at the hospital and I parked at the emergency entrance.  I helped Debbie out of the car and we entered the hospital.  We received assistance quickly and she was placed in a wheel chair and taken from me to the labor room.  I was instructed to go to admit her.  I did so as quickly as possible and then flew up to the labor room. 

Everything had been prepared and all precautions were in place.  Troy was delivered without much difficulty at 1:40 PM. I remember telling Debbie that we had another boy!   What an exciting day for us!  We were so happy to have another baby in our arms.  Within moments after his birth, he was wrapped in blankets and placed on Debbie’s stomach – inches from where he’d been moments ago! 

Eventually, Debbie was moved to a room and Troy was taken to the nursery.  Debbie was exhausted, but it was a wonderful exhaustion!  We celebrated the tremendous joy of having grown our little family.  During this time, I made calls to grandparents, family and other friends to announce our joyful news.  We named the baby, Troy William Haire.  Travis bore my father’s middle name and now Troy would bear her father’s middle name! 

The afternoon passed quickly and soon it was early evening.  The churches of the Uniontown District were holding August Sunday Evening Worship services at the campground.  I decided that I would attend this service and proudly announce the birth of our second child!  I said good-bye to Deb and headed out of the hospital.

That’s when it hit me!  I had left my car in the emergency entrance with the doors open and the motor running earlier that morning!  As I exited through the ER, of course – NO CAR!   I went back to the nurses station and asked if they knew anything about my car.  They told me that the shift had changed and they had no knowledge of the whereabouts of my car.  I asked if there were any keys on their desk and they eventually produced my key ring.  Security was unable to help me.  So, I exited the building and began my search.  Before long I thought I saw it on a far corner of the parking lot.  After a long walk, I did discover it.  The security person taught me a lesson that day!  I made it to the service and then later picked up Travis.  That’s how we began our lives as a family of four.