I had the most wonderful weekend just passed....
I had the marvelous blessing of traveling some 4 hours (by Amtrak) to central Wisconsin and visit my friends, Paul and Cynthia Grant and their son Jason.
It was wonderful.
Cynthia is the oldest sister of my great friend Kevin Moses (whom I celebrated back in February on his birthday in this very blog), and we have been friends for almost ten years now. Her husband, Paul and I have become good friends over the last two years. I've also known Jason since he was much younger than he is now. He's a strapping 17 year old high schooler.
Paul and Cynthia came to Chicago back in early April to "honeymoon"--since they had never taken an official "honeymoon" in their years of marriage. I was happy to be their "tour" guide sporadically during their four days here in the Windy City.
At that time, these two extended an invitation for me to come visit them in Wisconsin. And I did. It was just fabulous!
I needed to get out of the city for a few days, and get back to the "country side." And since I had never spent any significant time in Wisconsin, this would be the perfect opportunity to do so.
I arrived Friday evening, and was thrilled to see the three of them. Saturday found us hiking and mountain climbing over at Devil's Lake, some 50 miles from Tomah, Wisconsin--where the Grant household lives. It was definitely exhilirating. It has been many moons since I climbed a mountain....and it felt great. The weather cooperated...the people were all friendly, and the view was breath-taking from the very first steps.
And if that wasn't enough, Paul, Jason and myself decided that we needed to stop at the Wisconsin Dells and ride the Roller Coasters for a while.
Now, that was a rush....I've not felt that kind of gravity pull in many, many years. I'm still feeling a little bit of the "gravity" forces I do believe!
After a wonderful meal (and alot of laughs) at the Cracker Barrel, we headed home, and prepared for a good night's rest. And then worship on Sunday at their local church.
Before I jump over into the land of "boring you all silly"--I wanted to take this precious space and thank the three marvelous people in Casa De Grant for such a wonderful weekend. Everything was absolutely perfect.
So Paul, Cynthia, Jason if you are reading this....
Much love, and manifold thanks to all three of you.
It was perfect.
A Pastor...not a "Pope."
With all due respect to my Roman Catholic friends, I want to say some of the things that I have been feeling for a very long time:
1) Men and women who are called into pastoral ministry are called to "shepherds" not Chief Executive Officers. Now admittedly, administrative duties go with these positions in many local churches---but "people" are the business of the Kingdom...not paper work. Not committee meetings, or constant, eternal, unending "planning" sessions.
2) People in the local church want men and women who will be "pastors" not popes. Sadly, I thought I had a "pastor" for three years, and when the rubber met the road last November, I found out that I had been sitting under the authority of a system that regarded the "pastor/shepherd" as the infallible pope of the local congregation. When God calls men and women to be "pastors"--that is the FIRST and FOREMOST task at hand for that particular person.
3) I've been a Christian for the last 38 years of my life. Now I'm 44. I've seen wonderful men and women of God who loved God's sheep, and who were ready to give their lives for those same sheep. Sadly, I've also seen a miserable few who knew "their gravy" was made...and could care less about the sheep in their care.
4) I've been wounded by someone who did not keep their word--and that person was also a "spiritual authority" over me--and it was devastating, on many levels. And to this day, that person professes their great love for me. But their actions speak much louder than their words ever will. And it's been very painful for me.
May God grant to His people those pastors who are after His own heart...and who truly exemplify the power of the Gospel and the Great Shepherd when He said, "No greater love has any man than this, that he would lay down his life for his friends..." (John 15:13).
I want a pastor like that.
1) Men and women who are called into pastoral ministry are called to "shepherds" not Chief Executive Officers. Now admittedly, administrative duties go with these positions in many local churches---but "people" are the business of the Kingdom...not paper work. Not committee meetings, or constant, eternal, unending "planning" sessions.
2) People in the local church want men and women who will be "pastors" not popes. Sadly, I thought I had a "pastor" for three years, and when the rubber met the road last November, I found out that I had been sitting under the authority of a system that regarded the "pastor/shepherd" as the infallible pope of the local congregation. When God calls men and women to be "pastors"--that is the FIRST and FOREMOST task at hand for that particular person.
3) I've been a Christian for the last 38 years of my life. Now I'm 44. I've seen wonderful men and women of God who loved God's sheep, and who were ready to give their lives for those same sheep. Sadly, I've also seen a miserable few who knew "their gravy" was made...and could care less about the sheep in their care.
4) I've been wounded by someone who did not keep their word--and that person was also a "spiritual authority" over me--and it was devastating, on many levels. And to this day, that person professes their great love for me. But their actions speak much louder than their words ever will. And it's been very painful for me.
May God grant to His people those pastors who are after His own heart...and who truly exemplify the power of the Gospel and the Great Shepherd when He said, "No greater love has any man than this, that he would lay down his life for his friends..." (John 15:13).
I want a pastor like that.
Do we really understand "relationships"?
It seems like the entire world revolves around "relationships"--of one sort or another....
God(the Original Intelligent Designer) created the Universe--thus establishing that "relationship."
God (the OID) created humanity: males and females--and thus enabling both entities to have meaningful relationships with Himself, and with each other.
We have "relationships" with alot of different entities in our lives:
Colleagues at work
Family Member
Fellow students
Our neighbors where we live
and "the family of God" in our local congregations.
The reason I'm writing this one, is because there seems to be a somewhat disintegration--breakdown--stranglehold...something or another where relationships are concerned.
I wrote a year or more ago that "relationships" in the Kingdom of God are not supposed to be just "utilitarian" vessels through which we accomplish our oft-selfish purposes. From my understanding of the Scriptures, people actually do matter!
I recently (well actually about six months ago) felt it necessary to change my regular place of worship on Sunday mornings (and other times) to a different congregation. It was a very difficult and very painful decision--but also one that had to be made. And the reason: Sour, unhealthy relationships in the old church.
Relationships that were utilitarian, and untrustworthy. Relationships that were not solid, and unreliable.
So now, I'm beginning to do a serious study of the New Testament on what "relationships" should really be like...beginning at the Gospel of Matthew, Chapter one.
What do you think?
God(the Original Intelligent Designer) created the Universe--thus establishing that "relationship."
God (the OID) created humanity: males and females--and thus enabling both entities to have meaningful relationships with Himself, and with each other.
We have "relationships" with alot of different entities in our lives:
Colleagues at work
Family Member
Fellow students
Our neighbors where we live
and "the family of God" in our local congregations.
The reason I'm writing this one, is because there seems to be a somewhat disintegration--breakdown--stranglehold...something or another where relationships are concerned.
I wrote a year or more ago that "relationships" in the Kingdom of God are not supposed to be just "utilitarian" vessels through which we accomplish our oft-selfish purposes. From my understanding of the Scriptures, people actually do matter!
I recently (well actually about six months ago) felt it necessary to change my regular place of worship on Sunday mornings (and other times) to a different congregation. It was a very difficult and very painful decision--but also one that had to be made. And the reason: Sour, unhealthy relationships in the old church.
Relationships that were utilitarian, and untrustworthy. Relationships that were not solid, and unreliable.
So now, I'm beginning to do a serious study of the New Testament on what "relationships" should really be like...beginning at the Gospel of Matthew, Chapter one.
What do you think?
230 years later...it's about time!
So the United States Senate has finally decided that "English" needs to be the official, unifying language of these here "Nifty Fifty."
Well, Mergatroid!
What took them so long!
I wonder how those 100 people arrived at the conclusion that "taxpayers" are as mad as mad can get about the absolute arbitrary waste of OUR money on translating every possible government document for people who REFUSE to learn the prevailing language of the law and commerce in this nation.
Just how long did it take for that "revelation" to occur?
Senator Harry Reid (D-Nevada) is just DEAD wrong about this amendment being "racist." He's a bright man...and a Mormon at that....he should know better.
Or maybe those people in Nevada aren't having the "illegal" immigrant difficulties the rest of the nation has experienced....but I hardly doubt it.
Make ENGLISH the official language of this country. And make sure that EVERYONE understands that learning the "official language" is a priority here.
Not just a passing thought.
Well, Mergatroid!
What took them so long!
I wonder how those 100 people arrived at the conclusion that "taxpayers" are as mad as mad can get about the absolute arbitrary waste of OUR money on translating every possible government document for people who REFUSE to learn the prevailing language of the law and commerce in this nation.
Just how long did it take for that "revelation" to occur?
Senator Harry Reid (D-Nevada) is just DEAD wrong about this amendment being "racist." He's a bright man...and a Mormon at that....he should know better.
Or maybe those people in Nevada aren't having the "illegal" immigrant difficulties the rest of the nation has experienced....but I hardly doubt it.
Make ENGLISH the official language of this country. And make sure that EVERYONE understands that learning the "official language" is a priority here.
Not just a passing thought.
More about "Bobby Moscillo"....
Last week I posted an article about a Marine who was killed in the line of duty in the Middle East. I posted the write-up from the Boston Globe and the Nazarene News Service.
This morning I received this email (it was signed, but the author shall remain anonymous) from someone who read my "blog":
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Good evening,
My name is ***********, and I came across your blog as I was searching the internet for articles on Robert Moscillo, the Marine from New Hampshire who was killed recently.
I had the privilege and the honor to be Bobby’s first youth pastor. I wanted to say thank you for paying respects to him in your blog. Bobby touched a lot of people, I knew him when he was young, maybe a freshman or sophomore in high school. I was a rookie, very green and made a lot of mistakes, but Bobby stuck with me and stuck up FOR me.
I spent two years with him as his youth pastor, and I am pretty sure I learned more from him than he could have learned from me.
I would like to pass on a story that I heard today from my best friend from home, I moved away from New England about 3 years ago, so I was not able to be at his funeral yesterday, so he was filling me in on the proceedings.
A story came out about a gentleman that was attending Bobby’s church off and on. The church Bobby went to specializes in helping adults through recovery, this gentleman had come in drunk on two occasions, and each time Bobby had talked with him, worked with him, and simply tried to love him. One Sunday it paid off, the gentleman committed as best as he could to getting his life into shape. Two days later Bobby left for Iraq. The gentleman continued to attend church, and continued to recover. No one thought anything more of Bobby’s involvement, to the general public it looked like he had talked with this man briefly, and had been nice to him.
The gentleman showed up to Bobby’s funeral, and was just devastated, I mean wrecked. The pastor of Bobby’s church, who had been very close to Bobby, went to the gentleman, not really understanding why the man was so hurt and broken up, he had only talked with Bobby maybe once or twice really in his life. The man looked up at the pastor and said the following, “Bobby and I have talked quite a bit actually, he has been writing me every week from Iraq, encouraging me to keep with my recovery, to give my life to God and the church, I don’t know what I am going to do without that kind of support.”
I am humbled by the man that Bobby Moscillo had become.
Please pray for his family, that God will use his passing to glorify His own name. Please pray for all of his friends, and would you please pray for me? I am struggling with a lot of feelings I did not expect.
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Not only did Bobby's family lose a son, but that congregation lost a valiant and wonderful saint of God. And it appears that many people have lost a great, great friend.
Let's pray for all of our troops and their families.
This morning I received this email (it was signed, but the author shall remain anonymous) from someone who read my "blog":
****************************************************
Good evening,
My name is ***********, and I came across your blog as I was searching the internet for articles on Robert Moscillo, the Marine from New Hampshire who was killed recently.
I had the privilege and the honor to be Bobby’s first youth pastor. I wanted to say thank you for paying respects to him in your blog. Bobby touched a lot of people, I knew him when he was young, maybe a freshman or sophomore in high school. I was a rookie, very green and made a lot of mistakes, but Bobby stuck with me and stuck up FOR me.
I spent two years with him as his youth pastor, and I am pretty sure I learned more from him than he could have learned from me.
I would like to pass on a story that I heard today from my best friend from home, I moved away from New England about 3 years ago, so I was not able to be at his funeral yesterday, so he was filling me in on the proceedings.
A story came out about a gentleman that was attending Bobby’s church off and on. The church Bobby went to specializes in helping adults through recovery, this gentleman had come in drunk on two occasions, and each time Bobby had talked with him, worked with him, and simply tried to love him. One Sunday it paid off, the gentleman committed as best as he could to getting his life into shape. Two days later Bobby left for Iraq. The gentleman continued to attend church, and continued to recover. No one thought anything more of Bobby’s involvement, to the general public it looked like he had talked with this man briefly, and had been nice to him.
The gentleman showed up to Bobby’s funeral, and was just devastated, I mean wrecked. The pastor of Bobby’s church, who had been very close to Bobby, went to the gentleman, not really understanding why the man was so hurt and broken up, he had only talked with Bobby maybe once or twice really in his life. The man looked up at the pastor and said the following, “Bobby and I have talked quite a bit actually, he has been writing me every week from Iraq, encouraging me to keep with my recovery, to give my life to God and the church, I don’t know what I am going to do without that kind of support.”
I am humbled by the man that Bobby Moscillo had become.
Please pray for his family, that God will use his passing to glorify His own name. Please pray for all of his friends, and would you please pray for me? I am struggling with a lot of feelings I did not expect.
************************************************************
Not only did Bobby's family lose a son, but that congregation lost a valiant and wonderful saint of God. And it appears that many people have lost a great, great friend.
Let's pray for all of our troops and their families.
Just for my many MOMS....A Special Tribute!
God knew that I would need many, many women to play the role of "Mom" for me in the last 44+ years....and in my small way, I want to honor them here:
My Grandmother Clara Hoover: She's been in Heaven now for almost 14 years. She is the bravest and most courageous woman I've ever known. She raised me when both parents abandoned me, and she had already raised ten children of her own. Having only a 4th grade education herself, she made sure that I had a "world class" education--in all the things that mattered. I miss her so much.
My Grandmother Kathy Fields: She's my only surviving grandparent, and what a treasure she has become to me over the years. I'm proud to be her grandson.
Mrs. Linda Turner: My blessed Fourth Grade Teacher (whom I wrote about a few days ago). This lady just exemplifies all that it means to be a godly, gracious, and good person. She and her husband Larry have raised three wonderful sons who make their parents proud at every thought of them. Linda has been that friend par excellent for more than 30 years now. She was a strong "mother figure" when I really needed one the most. Needless to say (but I'll say it any way) I adore her!
Mrs. Jane Pearson: Everything I know about class, style, good taste, and just "doing it right"--I learned from Ms Jane. Not only was she (and her family) wonderful neighbors, but they all became "my family" when I most needed them to be my family. They have remained in that "sacred place" for me...and I love them all dearly. I learned the important lessons of life from Jane, sitting at her kitchen table. I still enjoy our table talks--but they just aren't frequent enough for me. There is so much to say about her...and I just can't tell it all right now.
Mrs. Tereasa Rollings: This woman has played so many important roles in my life. She has been a teacher, a mentor, a confidant, a consoler, an encourager, an advisor, and most of all, my terrific friend now for more than 30 years. She has played every role SUPERBLY! Every person needs a friend like Tereasa. And I'm glad that I have "mine."
Mrs. Faye Hardin: One of the three women who inspired me to become the musician that I am today--limited though it is. She was the church pianist for many years, always faithful and always tremendously talented. She and her husband Ray are some of the dearest friends that I've ever had. She's been the "mom" for me in many situations when I've needed someone to listen with their ears and their heart.
Mrs. Georgie Timmons: My precious "mom" out in West Texas. She, along with her husband Howard, became dear friends during my Air Force stint in Lubbock, TX. Now almost ten years after my leaving that area, we are still in touch. Georgie has helped pray me through some very difficult and challenging times. Her encouraging words, her heartfelt humor, and her gentle touch continue to refresh and inspire me--and just when I always need it the most.
Mrs. Gail Lemmert: I went to Undergraduate School with her son, Randy more than 20 years ago. She and I became good friends when I returned to Tennessee for graduate school. In so many ways she has encouraged, mentored, exhorted, and instructed me for the better. Her very life is one of tremendous wisdom, instruction, and grace. She is a true "mom" to me in many, many ways. And she isn't aware of most of them.
The wonderful ladies mean the world to me.
I want to wish them all a very "Happy Mothers' Day"
My Grandmother Clara Hoover: She's been in Heaven now for almost 14 years. She is the bravest and most courageous woman I've ever known. She raised me when both parents abandoned me, and she had already raised ten children of her own. Having only a 4th grade education herself, she made sure that I had a "world class" education--in all the things that mattered. I miss her so much.
My Grandmother Kathy Fields: She's my only surviving grandparent, and what a treasure she has become to me over the years. I'm proud to be her grandson.
Mrs. Linda Turner: My blessed Fourth Grade Teacher (whom I wrote about a few days ago). This lady just exemplifies all that it means to be a godly, gracious, and good person. She and her husband Larry have raised three wonderful sons who make their parents proud at every thought of them. Linda has been that friend par excellent for more than 30 years now. She was a strong "mother figure" when I really needed one the most. Needless to say (but I'll say it any way) I adore her!
Mrs. Jane Pearson: Everything I know about class, style, good taste, and just "doing it right"--I learned from Ms Jane. Not only was she (and her family) wonderful neighbors, but they all became "my family" when I most needed them to be my family. They have remained in that "sacred place" for me...and I love them all dearly. I learned the important lessons of life from Jane, sitting at her kitchen table. I still enjoy our table talks--but they just aren't frequent enough for me. There is so much to say about her...and I just can't tell it all right now.
Mrs. Tereasa Rollings: This woman has played so many important roles in my life. She has been a teacher, a mentor, a confidant, a consoler, an encourager, an advisor, and most of all, my terrific friend now for more than 30 years. She has played every role SUPERBLY! Every person needs a friend like Tereasa. And I'm glad that I have "mine."
Mrs. Faye Hardin: One of the three women who inspired me to become the musician that I am today--limited though it is. She was the church pianist for many years, always faithful and always tremendously talented. She and her husband Ray are some of the dearest friends that I've ever had. She's been the "mom" for me in many situations when I've needed someone to listen with their ears and their heart.
Mrs. Georgie Timmons: My precious "mom" out in West Texas. She, along with her husband Howard, became dear friends during my Air Force stint in Lubbock, TX. Now almost ten years after my leaving that area, we are still in touch. Georgie has helped pray me through some very difficult and challenging times. Her encouraging words, her heartfelt humor, and her gentle touch continue to refresh and inspire me--and just when I always need it the most.
Mrs. Gail Lemmert: I went to Undergraduate School with her son, Randy more than 20 years ago. She and I became good friends when I returned to Tennessee for graduate school. In so many ways she has encouraged, mentored, exhorted, and instructed me for the better. Her very life is one of tremendous wisdom, instruction, and grace. She is a true "mom" to me in many, many ways. And she isn't aware of most of them.
The wonderful ladies mean the world to me.
I want to wish them all a very "Happy Mothers' Day"
He just wanted to "help people..."
From the Boston Globe, as reported by the Nazarene News Service:
Salem, New Hampshire-(Boston Globe)
After a rocky adolescence, Robert Moscillo found a plan for his life: he wanted to become a pastor, he told family and friends, but first, he would have to attend college. To finance his education, the Salem, New Hampshire resident decided to join the military.
"He said that he found that God really did love him; it was a somewhat difficult thing for him to grasp," said Pastor Dennis M. Scott of Community Bible Fellowship Church of the Nazarene in Manchester. "But he did come to understand that God had a plan for his life."
Lance Corporal Moscillo, 21, who left for Iraq 10 weeks ago, was killed when his Humvee detonated a land mine Tuesday, May 2, his family said.
The Marine's death, which came after years of struggling to find himself, left Scott shaken. The pastor had cared for Moscillo for four years. "It's difficult for me to see this as part of God's plan," Scott said. "But God doesn't always reveal his plan to me."
Moscillo lived with Scott during his high school years, at the request of his mother, a struggling single parent who could not handle her rebellious son, said Scott.
Moscillo "saw it as a new beginning," Scott said.
For four years, Moscillo buckled down, mostly staying out of trouble and performing respectably at Salem High. Following his graduation, Moscillo again felt restless and adrift, Scott said. Again, Moscillo sought out the pastor's assistance and advice, ultimately finding direction and purpose in his spiritual life.
"He came to the point where he decided he needed to settle down and establish some priorities," Scott said. "He felt the Lord had been talking to him about becoming a pastor." Moscillo wanted to attend Eastern Nazarene College in Quincy, then seminary, Scott said. The Marines would provide the financial means, but his duty in Iraq was not only an economic tool.
"He appreciated freedom and believed he was going to Iraq to help other people go free," Scott said.
At Camp Pendleton, California, where he went through boot camp, Moscillo was nicknamed "The Chaplain" for pushing his fellow Marines to attend church, his family said. He shipped out to Iraq on February 25. "We would ask him what he was doing over there," Jeffrey said. "He would always just laugh and say, 'I'd rather not get into it.'"
Moscillo leaves his father, Frank of Beverly, and his mother, Donna of Salem, as well as three siblings, Sandra and Joseph of Salem, and David, who is in Marine boot camp.
Scott last saw Moscillo in February, just days before he was to head for the war zone. "We talked about the possibility of his not coming back," Scott said. "And Bob said, 'I want to come back, but if I go to heaven, I'm ready.'"
--Boston Globe (Boston.com)
As a military veteran, this story has made me weep more than once in the last two days. Life is fragile, and we may not be here for very long. Let's pray for all of our troops.
Salem, New Hampshire-(Boston Globe)
After a rocky adolescence, Robert Moscillo found a plan for his life: he wanted to become a pastor, he told family and friends, but first, he would have to attend college. To finance his education, the Salem, New Hampshire resident decided to join the military.
"He said that he found that God really did love him; it was a somewhat difficult thing for him to grasp," said Pastor Dennis M. Scott of Community Bible Fellowship Church of the Nazarene in Manchester. "But he did come to understand that God had a plan for his life."
Lance Corporal Moscillo, 21, who left for Iraq 10 weeks ago, was killed when his Humvee detonated a land mine Tuesday, May 2, his family said.
The Marine's death, which came after years of struggling to find himself, left Scott shaken. The pastor had cared for Moscillo for four years. "It's difficult for me to see this as part of God's plan," Scott said. "But God doesn't always reveal his plan to me."
Moscillo lived with Scott during his high school years, at the request of his mother, a struggling single parent who could not handle her rebellious son, said Scott.
Moscillo "saw it as a new beginning," Scott said.
For four years, Moscillo buckled down, mostly staying out of trouble and performing respectably at Salem High. Following his graduation, Moscillo again felt restless and adrift, Scott said. Again, Moscillo sought out the pastor's assistance and advice, ultimately finding direction and purpose in his spiritual life.
"He came to the point where he decided he needed to settle down and establish some priorities," Scott said. "He felt the Lord had been talking to him about becoming a pastor." Moscillo wanted to attend Eastern Nazarene College in Quincy, then seminary, Scott said. The Marines would provide the financial means, but his duty in Iraq was not only an economic tool.
"He appreciated freedom and believed he was going to Iraq to help other people go free," Scott said.
At Camp Pendleton, California, where he went through boot camp, Moscillo was nicknamed "The Chaplain" for pushing his fellow Marines to attend church, his family said. He shipped out to Iraq on February 25. "We would ask him what he was doing over there," Jeffrey said. "He would always just laugh and say, 'I'd rather not get into it.'"
Moscillo leaves his father, Frank of Beverly, and his mother, Donna of Salem, as well as three siblings, Sandra and Joseph of Salem, and David, who is in Marine boot camp.
Scott last saw Moscillo in February, just days before he was to head for the war zone. "We talked about the possibility of his not coming back," Scott said. "And Bob said, 'I want to come back, but if I go to heaven, I'm ready.'"
--Boston Globe (Boston.com)
As a military veteran, this story has made me weep more than once in the last two days. Life is fragile, and we may not be here for very long. Let's pray for all of our troops.
What a life! Dr David Horton goes to Heaven!
Received this email first thing when I arrived at my office today:
Dear Lee University alumni
There is deep sorrow on our campus this morning as we mourn the sudden loss of Dr. David Horton.
Dr. Horton suffered a fatal heart attack last night while in Nassau, Bahamas with his wife Virginia and the members of the Campus Choir. The Hortons and the choir were there for a week-long ministry tour following commencement.
If you attended Lee during the past thirty years -- or even if you didn't -- you know that David had a huge impact on our campus. He has been on our music faculty since the late 1960's, and he and Virginia traveled around the world with Lee students in music ministry.
He invested himself completely in the ministry of the Campus Choir, and was deeply loved by hundreds of students who were part of that group.
At this point (Tuesday morning), we are trying to sort out the details of getting everyone back home to campus, so there is no information yet on services to remember David.
We will send another email when we have information to share. But for now, I wanted you to know that the Lee family around the world has lost a brother and colleague who gave everything he had to Lee students.
Please join all of us here at Lee in prayer for Virginia, their son Jonathan, and the Campus Choir members still in Nassau.
Sadly,
Paul Conn
Needless to say, this was not the way I wanted to greet Tuesday morning at work. Yet, it is true, and my heart is deeply grieved.
I sang in Campus Choir under Dr Horton's direction for two years (1983-85). It was a tremendous learning experience, and a tremendous joy to be part of that group. David Horton had no problem rehearsing until it was "perfect." His love for music was only exceeded by his tremendous love for his wife Virginia and his only son, Jonathan. He supremely loved God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. He always worshipped the Saviour.
Dr Horton had the generous and gracious spirit about him, regardless of where you would see him. Many times I can remember sitting in his office, and laughing about some of the wonderful things that happened on Choir tour, or during a rehearsal in the old "Brown Auditorium." I can remember when we encountered the LIVING GOD in those rehearsals....on more than one occasion.
No one could lead a congregation in singing "O Happy Day" like David Horton could. This gentle giant of a man completely embodied what it means to be a "worshipper in Spirit and in truth." More than once he might stop the singing, because he felt impressed of God to personally "speak a word" to someone the Lord would bring to mind.
I'm not sure just what I am feeling right now. I feel like crying, because of the loss that so many of us here on earth are feeling. I feel like rejoicing (even in pain) because David Horton is now safely in that "City whose Builder and Maker is God." I feel like worshipping God, because He allowed this marvelous man to serve Him, and to bless so many people in that same service of Jesus Christ.
For those who may see my blog, please remember his wife Virginia, and their son Jonathan, and all the many students and colleagues of David Horton at Lee University, where he was still teaching at the time of his passing on to glory.
Only what we do for Jesus will count. It's a constant reminder.
Dear Lee University alumni
There is deep sorrow on our campus this morning as we mourn the sudden loss of Dr. David Horton.
Dr. Horton suffered a fatal heart attack last night while in Nassau, Bahamas with his wife Virginia and the members of the Campus Choir. The Hortons and the choir were there for a week-long ministry tour following commencement.
If you attended Lee during the past thirty years -- or even if you didn't -- you know that David had a huge impact on our campus. He has been on our music faculty since the late 1960's, and he and Virginia traveled around the world with Lee students in music ministry.
He invested himself completely in the ministry of the Campus Choir, and was deeply loved by hundreds of students who were part of that group.
At this point (Tuesday morning), we are trying to sort out the details of getting everyone back home to campus, so there is no information yet on services to remember David.
We will send another email when we have information to share. But for now, I wanted you to know that the Lee family around the world has lost a brother and colleague who gave everything he had to Lee students.
Please join all of us here at Lee in prayer for Virginia, their son Jonathan, and the Campus Choir members still in Nassau.
Sadly,
Paul Conn
Needless to say, this was not the way I wanted to greet Tuesday morning at work. Yet, it is true, and my heart is deeply grieved.
I sang in Campus Choir under Dr Horton's direction for two years (1983-85). It was a tremendous learning experience, and a tremendous joy to be part of that group. David Horton had no problem rehearsing until it was "perfect." His love for music was only exceeded by his tremendous love for his wife Virginia and his only son, Jonathan. He supremely loved God the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. He always worshipped the Saviour.
Dr Horton had the generous and gracious spirit about him, regardless of where you would see him. Many times I can remember sitting in his office, and laughing about some of the wonderful things that happened on Choir tour, or during a rehearsal in the old "Brown Auditorium." I can remember when we encountered the LIVING GOD in those rehearsals....on more than one occasion.
No one could lead a congregation in singing "O Happy Day" like David Horton could. This gentle giant of a man completely embodied what it means to be a "worshipper in Spirit and in truth." More than once he might stop the singing, because he felt impressed of God to personally "speak a word" to someone the Lord would bring to mind.
I'm not sure just what I am feeling right now. I feel like crying, because of the loss that so many of us here on earth are feeling. I feel like rejoicing (even in pain) because David Horton is now safely in that "City whose Builder and Maker is God." I feel like worshipping God, because He allowed this marvelous man to serve Him, and to bless so many people in that same service of Jesus Christ.
For those who may see my blog, please remember his wife Virginia, and their son Jonathan, and all the many students and colleagues of David Horton at Lee University, where he was still teaching at the time of his passing on to glory.
Only what we do for Jesus will count. It's a constant reminder.
Get this Book.....quickly!
http://www.growinguppentecostal.com/
Retired pastor and author, J Stephen Conn has written a fascinating memoir entitled "Growing Up Pentecostal"--and it is a marvelous read.
I can't remember when I have laughed so hard, and felt like crying so often as when I was reading Steve's book.
His younger brother, Dr C. Paul Conn is the president of Lee University--of which both the author and myself are alumni.
I remember Conn's mother...and also remember when the Lord took her home to heaven almost ten years ago.
You can purchase this book from Amazon.com, or through Barnes and Noble's website. You can also follow the ordering instructions on Conn's website as well.
It is a truly TREMENDOUS book.
Even if you are not a Pentecostal!
Retired pastor and author, J Stephen Conn has written a fascinating memoir entitled "Growing Up Pentecostal"--and it is a marvelous read.
I can't remember when I have laughed so hard, and felt like crying so often as when I was reading Steve's book.
His younger brother, Dr C. Paul Conn is the president of Lee University--of which both the author and myself are alumni.
I remember Conn's mother...and also remember when the Lord took her home to heaven almost ten years ago.
You can purchase this book from Amazon.com, or through Barnes and Noble's website. You can also follow the ordering instructions on Conn's website as well.
It is a truly TREMENDOUS book.
Even if you are not a Pentecostal!
Let me welcome.....
My good friend Joe (and no, I'm not talking about the cup of Java that so many enjoy--this one is a real person.) who told me that he has been reading my blog.
Welcome, and feel free to make comments on any and every thing you read.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for being a real brother, and a real friend.
That means a great deal.
Welcome, and feel free to make comments on any and every thing you read.
Thanks for reading. Thanks for being a real brother, and a real friend.
That means a great deal.
Linda Turner...what a wonderful lady!
Back in 1972, I had to change schools. I had spent the first three years at Riverton School in rural Madison county, and due to some rezoning issues, I would no longer be attending Riverton School.
Now I would be riding the bus to Brownsboro School every day. My fourth grade year would be spent in an entirely new school, with new friends, and a new environment.
I was ready for the challenge.
I remember that first day of fourth grade as though it were yesterday. I walked down to the end of the hall of that small school building, and waiting at the door to greet me was the most beautiful, blonde lady I had ever seen. In the words of many a Southerner, she was just "gawjus..."
She work a lovely pink dress, white shoes, and had her hair pulled back in a pony-tail fashion.
Her name was Mrs Turner. This would be her first year teaching in Alabama, and what a year it would be!
Mrs Turner did many marvelous things during that school year! She introduced me to a new world of "reading"--I remember how she read "Charlotte's Web" to us during our "quiet period" every day for several weeks. I was fascinated by the story then...and am still fascinated by it now.
Mrs. Turner once bribed me to be "quiet"--okay, I was a talker...to put it mildly. She let me have an entire half hour recess if I would just be quiet for a certain period of time. She bought me popcorn, and an ice cream. I do remember that much.
I learned how to do Fractions...or should I say, I learned to be frustrated by "fractions" in Mrs. Turner's fourth grade class.
When my Grandfather Hoover was in the hospital, and was near death, this same wonderful teacher made sure that I had a way to get to school every day. Her generosity in this manner will always be remembered, and appreciated.
When I graduated from high school (1980), Mrs. Turner came to my graduation, and brought her two oldest sons, Matthew and Mark. She even wrote one of the letters of recommendation for me to get into college that fall.
We lost touch for several years, in that her husband Larry was transferred to Europe with his job, and the Turners were off to Deutschland for a long time.
I reconnected with Linda and Larry shortly after I entered the United States Air Force. We have managed to stay in touch ever since. When I moved from California to South Korea, Linda wrote me many precious letters of encouragement--letters that I still have somewhere amidst all the "stuff" in my home.
When I was getting ready to move from South Korea to Norway, Linda was good enough to help me make hotel reservations in New York City during the 18 hours of "layover" I would have in the Big Apple. This was all before "the world wide web" became a common phrase in the households of the world....or even just the United States. She was always supremely helpful in anything that I needed or asked for.
She's just that kind of lady.
My precious Grandmother Hoover departed this life in May 1992. I was stationed in Norway at the time, and was able to get back to Huntsville, Alabama about 10 days before she died. Shortly after my Grandmother's death, Linda contacted me to express her profound sympathies for me. She knew that my Grandmother meant the world to me.
On Thursday, when I went to the funeral home, Linda met me there. She was the first one there, and stayed for a very long time--she knew that I would need her there...But more than that, I knew that I would need her there! What a precious friend!
So fastforward to April 2006.
I had the marvelous privilege of spending an evening with Linda Turner, and her wonderful husband Larry. Her three children are all grown, and spread out all over the world. Her oldest Matt, lives and works in the Tuscaloosa, AL area. Her middle child Mark, is now stationed with the United States Embassy in Bejing, China as a State Department Diplomat. The youngest, Jack lives and works in the Nation's Capitol.
Linda and Larry have a very, very special place in my heart! I have always said that she was the absolute best teacher that I've ever had--bar none. And I still feel that way.
Any child would be honored and blest to have Linda as a teacher, and more importantly as a life-long friend.
This child certainly has been.
Now I would be riding the bus to Brownsboro School every day. My fourth grade year would be spent in an entirely new school, with new friends, and a new environment.
I was ready for the challenge.
I remember that first day of fourth grade as though it were yesterday. I walked down to the end of the hall of that small school building, and waiting at the door to greet me was the most beautiful, blonde lady I had ever seen. In the words of many a Southerner, she was just "gawjus..."
She work a lovely pink dress, white shoes, and had her hair pulled back in a pony-tail fashion.
Her name was Mrs Turner. This would be her first year teaching in Alabama, and what a year it would be!
Mrs Turner did many marvelous things during that school year! She introduced me to a new world of "reading"--I remember how she read "Charlotte's Web" to us during our "quiet period" every day for several weeks. I was fascinated by the story then...and am still fascinated by it now.
Mrs. Turner once bribed me to be "quiet"--okay, I was a talker...to put it mildly. She let me have an entire half hour recess if I would just be quiet for a certain period of time. She bought me popcorn, and an ice cream. I do remember that much.
I learned how to do Fractions...or should I say, I learned to be frustrated by "fractions" in Mrs. Turner's fourth grade class.
When my Grandfather Hoover was in the hospital, and was near death, this same wonderful teacher made sure that I had a way to get to school every day. Her generosity in this manner will always be remembered, and appreciated.
When I graduated from high school (1980), Mrs. Turner came to my graduation, and brought her two oldest sons, Matthew and Mark. She even wrote one of the letters of recommendation for me to get into college that fall.
We lost touch for several years, in that her husband Larry was transferred to Europe with his job, and the Turners were off to Deutschland for a long time.
I reconnected with Linda and Larry shortly after I entered the United States Air Force. We have managed to stay in touch ever since. When I moved from California to South Korea, Linda wrote me many precious letters of encouragement--letters that I still have somewhere amidst all the "stuff" in my home.
When I was getting ready to move from South Korea to Norway, Linda was good enough to help me make hotel reservations in New York City during the 18 hours of "layover" I would have in the Big Apple. This was all before "the world wide web" became a common phrase in the households of the world....or even just the United States. She was always supremely helpful in anything that I needed or asked for.
She's just that kind of lady.
My precious Grandmother Hoover departed this life in May 1992. I was stationed in Norway at the time, and was able to get back to Huntsville, Alabama about 10 days before she died. Shortly after my Grandmother's death, Linda contacted me to express her profound sympathies for me. She knew that my Grandmother meant the world to me.
On Thursday, when I went to the funeral home, Linda met me there. She was the first one there, and stayed for a very long time--she knew that I would need her there...But more than that, I knew that I would need her there! What a precious friend!
So fastforward to April 2006.
I had the marvelous privilege of spending an evening with Linda Turner, and her wonderful husband Larry. Her three children are all grown, and spread out all over the world. Her oldest Matt, lives and works in the Tuscaloosa, AL area. Her middle child Mark, is now stationed with the United States Embassy in Bejing, China as a State Department Diplomat. The youngest, Jack lives and works in the Nation's Capitol.
Linda and Larry have a very, very special place in my heart! I have always said that she was the absolute best teacher that I've ever had--bar none. And I still feel that way.
Any child would be honored and blest to have Linda as a teacher, and more importantly as a life-long friend.
This child certainly has been.
So all the "illegals" want to march on Monday?
The latest buzz on the news networks is that all of our "illegal" immigrants (and many of those supporting them) who think they have "divine rights" in these United States, are planning to have a massive, nationwide "March" on Monday, May 1, 2006.
Almost 300, 000 are expected to march right here in Chicago.
Many people (mostly immigrants, both legal and otherwise) are encouraging the Latinos (and other immigrants) to boycott work, school, and other obligations on Monday, so "their voices can be heard."
I am not a racist, and the farthest thing from ever being one. However:
If you want to have a peaceful demonstration....go ahead. And then, when you miss work, school, and your other obligations, then go peacefully to the Unemployment Office, and try to explain why you no longer have a job.
See if "those good people" buy your story.
I have a strong hunch they won't fall for it.
Almost 300, 000 are expected to march right here in Chicago.
Many people (mostly immigrants, both legal and otherwise) are encouraging the Latinos (and other immigrants) to boycott work, school, and other obligations on Monday, so "their voices can be heard."
I am not a racist, and the farthest thing from ever being one. However:
If you want to have a peaceful demonstration....go ahead. And then, when you miss work, school, and your other obligations, then go peacefully to the Unemployment Office, and try to explain why you no longer have a job.
See if "those good people" buy your story.
I have a strong hunch they won't fall for it.
"Dear Congressman"
Someone sent the following to me, and I thought it was very good....Judge for yourself:
________________________________
Dear Congressman:
I'm about to plan a little trip with my family, and extended family, and I would like to ask you to assist me. I'm going to walk across the border from the U.S. into Mexico, and I need to make a few arrangements.
I know you can help with this. I plan to skip all the legal stuff like visas, passports, immigration quotas and laws. I'm sure they handle those things the same way you do here. So, would you mind telling your buddy, President Vicente Fox, that I'm on my way over?
Please let him know that I will be expecting the following:
1. Free medical care for my entire family.
2. English-speaking government bureaucrats for all services I might need, whether I use them or not.
3. All government forms need to be printed in English.
4. I want my kids to be taught by English-speaking teachers.
5. Schools need to include classes on American culture and history.
6. I want my kids to see the American flag flying on the top of the flag pole at their school with the Mexican flag flying further down.
7. Please plan to feed my kids at school for both breakfast and lunch.
8. I will need a local Mexican driver's license so I can get easy access to government services.
9. I do not plan to have any car insurance, and I won't make any effort to learn local traffic laws.
10. In case one of the Mexican police officers does not get the memo from Pres. Fox to leave me alone, please be sure that all police officers speak English.
11. I plan to fly the U.S. flag from my house top, put flag decals on my car, and have a gigantic celebration on July 4th. I do not want any complaints or negative comments from the locals.
12. I would also like to have a nice job without paying any taxes, and don't enforce any labor laws or tax laws.
13. Please tell all the people in the country to be extremely nice and never say a critical word about me, or about the strain I might place on the economy.
I know this is an easy request because you already do all these things for all the people who come to the U.S. from Mexico.
I am sure that Pres. Fox won't mind returning the favor if you ask him nicely.
However, if he gives you any trouble, just invite him to go quail hunting with your V.P.
Thank you so much for your kind help.
_________________________________________
What a letter!
________________________________
Dear Congressman:
I'm about to plan a little trip with my family, and extended family, and I would like to ask you to assist me. I'm going to walk across the border from the U.S. into Mexico, and I need to make a few arrangements.
I know you can help with this. I plan to skip all the legal stuff like visas, passports, immigration quotas and laws. I'm sure they handle those things the same way you do here. So, would you mind telling your buddy, President Vicente Fox, that I'm on my way over?
Please let him know that I will be expecting the following:
1. Free medical care for my entire family.
2. English-speaking government bureaucrats for all services I might need, whether I use them or not.
3. All government forms need to be printed in English.
4. I want my kids to be taught by English-speaking teachers.
5. Schools need to include classes on American culture and history.
6. I want my kids to see the American flag flying on the top of the flag pole at their school with the Mexican flag flying further down.
7. Please plan to feed my kids at school for both breakfast and lunch.
8. I will need a local Mexican driver's license so I can get easy access to government services.
9. I do not plan to have any car insurance, and I won't make any effort to learn local traffic laws.
10. In case one of the Mexican police officers does not get the memo from Pres. Fox to leave me alone, please be sure that all police officers speak English.
11. I plan to fly the U.S. flag from my house top, put flag decals on my car, and have a gigantic celebration on July 4th. I do not want any complaints or negative comments from the locals.
12. I would also like to have a nice job without paying any taxes, and don't enforce any labor laws or tax laws.
13. Please tell all the people in the country to be extremely nice and never say a critical word about me, or about the strain I might place on the economy.
I know this is an easy request because you already do all these things for all the people who come to the U.S. from Mexico.
I am sure that Pres. Fox won't mind returning the favor if you ask him nicely.
However, if he gives you any trouble, just invite him to go quail hunting with your V.P.
Thank you so much for your kind help.
_________________________________________
What a letter!
Easter Sunday 2006: Great friends, Great food!
For the first time in many years, I celebrated the Resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ in Huntsville, Alabama with friends and family.
My "sister" and "brother-in-law" (in quotations, only because we are not blood-related, but that doesn't matter after all these years) Marti and Anthony Stone invited me to worship with them at the First United Methodist Church of Huntsville. It was terrific. The Senior Pastor, Don Cross, preached an incredible message on the "Mysterious Ways of God"--it was profound.
I had never worshipped among this congregation, even though I had heard of them for years, and was very well aware of their location.
After lunch, the "clan" gathered at the home of Jim and Jane Pearson (Marti's mom). These two wonderful people have been "parents" to me in many ways for more than 20+ years now. I grew up in a trailor about 1.5 miles from them. The Pearsons continue to be the epitome of class, grace, and what it means to be all-around great people.
The meal was marvelous (as always in Jane's kitchen). Everything I know about "class and style" I learned in the home of Jane Pearson. I can thank her for everything I have learned about dignity, and "doing it right."
Later that evening, I was blest to see my good friend Rod Stansky. Rod and I have a friendship history that stretches more than twenty years also. We became friends while students at Lee College (now Lee University...www.leeuniversity.edu), and have remained friends over the years. I have known his parents for many years. His precious mother (Frances) never forgets my birthday, or any other special occasion. I can always count on a card, or a gift from she and her husband, Bernard.
Rod and I found our way to a TGI-Fridays, where we had a great meal (I paid, of course), and some wonderful conversation. Rod is one of those people that I can pour my heart out to, regardless of the subject matter. He and I have discussed things that I would never--not in a million years--even breathe to anyone else.
Few people have had the profound and strategic impact on my life that Rod has had over our many years of friendship. His sense of humor, his graciousness, and his open-heart continues to endear him to me, and many others.
So Easter 2006 was indeed a great day for me. It was a day of "Resurrection" in more ways than one.
My "sister" and "brother-in-law" (in quotations, only because we are not blood-related, but that doesn't matter after all these years) Marti and Anthony Stone invited me to worship with them at the First United Methodist Church of Huntsville. It was terrific. The Senior Pastor, Don Cross, preached an incredible message on the "Mysterious Ways of God"--it was profound.
I had never worshipped among this congregation, even though I had heard of them for years, and was very well aware of their location.
After lunch, the "clan" gathered at the home of Jim and Jane Pearson (Marti's mom). These two wonderful people have been "parents" to me in many ways for more than 20+ years now. I grew up in a trailor about 1.5 miles from them. The Pearsons continue to be the epitome of class, grace, and what it means to be all-around great people.
The meal was marvelous (as always in Jane's kitchen). Everything I know about "class and style" I learned in the home of Jane Pearson. I can thank her for everything I have learned about dignity, and "doing it right."
Later that evening, I was blest to see my good friend Rod Stansky. Rod and I have a friendship history that stretches more than twenty years also. We became friends while students at Lee College (now Lee University...www.leeuniversity.edu), and have remained friends over the years. I have known his parents for many years. His precious mother (Frances) never forgets my birthday, or any other special occasion. I can always count on a card, or a gift from she and her husband, Bernard.
Rod and I found our way to a TGI-Fridays, where we had a great meal (I paid, of course), and some wonderful conversation. Rod is one of those people that I can pour my heart out to, regardless of the subject matter. He and I have discussed things that I would never--not in a million years--even breathe to anyone else.
Few people have had the profound and strategic impact on my life that Rod has had over our many years of friendship. His sense of humor, his graciousness, and his open-heart continues to endear him to me, and many others.
So Easter 2006 was indeed a great day for me. It was a day of "Resurrection" in more ways than one.
Friday's Agenda: Great friends, Great food!
During my just completed vacation to Alabama, I had the priceless opportunity to reconnect with people who have meant a great deal to me over at least 3.5 decades.
Teresa Rollings (one of the five most important women in my life--then and now) was my High School Anatomy and Physiology teacher, as well as my Chemistry instructor. She won my heart in so many ways, and became that mentor, encourager, strengthener, and tremendous friend that EVERYONE needs when they are a confused high schooler. Now Tereasa is the High School Principal at Madison Academy in the Huntsville area. Here's a link to her:
http://www.macademy.org/administration/hs-principal.php
Tereasa and I had a wonderful lunch at this place called "Covington's" over in the downtown district of Huntsville. It was just delightful. We had many laughs, and a few tears. Tereasa is my hero in so many ways. She always will be.
That evening, my great friends Anthony and Marti (my sort-of adopted sister) Stone treated me to dinner in the city, and I can't remember when I have enjoyed dinner and conversation more than I did that evening. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but we did sit outside on the patio, and it was marvelous. The cheese plate was scrumptious, and the entrees were terrific. Our server...dont' remember his name either...was a delight, and the conversation with him was load-lifting.
It seems like all I did that day was "eat."
Oh well, what are vacations for anyway?
Teresa Rollings (one of the five most important women in my life--then and now) was my High School Anatomy and Physiology teacher, as well as my Chemistry instructor. She won my heart in so many ways, and became that mentor, encourager, strengthener, and tremendous friend that EVERYONE needs when they are a confused high schooler. Now Tereasa is the High School Principal at Madison Academy in the Huntsville area. Here's a link to her:
http://www.macademy.org/administration/hs-principal.php
Tereasa and I had a wonderful lunch at this place called "Covington's" over in the downtown district of Huntsville. It was just delightful. We had many laughs, and a few tears. Tereasa is my hero in so many ways. She always will be.
That evening, my great friends Anthony and Marti (my sort-of adopted sister) Stone treated me to dinner in the city, and I can't remember when I have enjoyed dinner and conversation more than I did that evening. I don't remember the name of the restaurant, but we did sit outside on the patio, and it was marvelous. The cheese plate was scrumptious, and the entrees were terrific. Our server...dont' remember his name either...was a delight, and the conversation with him was load-lifting.
It seems like all I did that day was "eat."
Oh well, what are vacations for anyway?
Back HOME in Chicago!
For those of you who regularly "check my blog..." please forgive me for not writing a bit more frequently.
From April 13th through 23rd, I was not available to access my blog page, and create a new entry, detailing my "goings-on." So I'll try to recap some of the last ten days in this forum.
April 13th: Going back to Dixie
Thanks to the wonderful generosity of a wonderful family member, I was able to get on a flight from Chicago-O'Hare International Airport (at "O-dark thirty") and fly nonstop to Huntsville, Alabama--my place of birth, rearing, and coming of puberty, and somewhat adulthood.
Most of my biological and extended family still live in North Alabama..
I must say that it was "hotter than blazes" in the Huntsville area--and I knew it immediately.
I was wearing a long-sleeved pull over, and some jeans.
The minute I walked out of the aircraft into the Huntsville airport, I started "clutching" my throat, because of the heat. It was almost 90 degrees that day!
The pollen was swirling all over the place. The gorgeous flowers (or as the South Georgians would say, "Gawjus flairs") were blooming, and decorating the area with their fabulous colors.
And my precious grandmother, who will soon be 84 years old, was delighted to see her oldest grandson.
I was glad to see her also.
More to come.
From April 13th through 23rd, I was not available to access my blog page, and create a new entry, detailing my "goings-on." So I'll try to recap some of the last ten days in this forum.
April 13th: Going back to Dixie
Thanks to the wonderful generosity of a wonderful family member, I was able to get on a flight from Chicago-O'Hare International Airport (at "O-dark thirty") and fly nonstop to Huntsville, Alabama--my place of birth, rearing, and coming of puberty, and somewhat adulthood.
Most of my biological and extended family still live in North Alabama..
I must say that it was "hotter than blazes" in the Huntsville area--and I knew it immediately.
I was wearing a long-sleeved pull over, and some jeans.
The minute I walked out of the aircraft into the Huntsville airport, I started "clutching" my throat, because of the heat. It was almost 90 degrees that day!
The pollen was swirling all over the place. The gorgeous flowers (or as the South Georgians would say, "Gawjus flairs") were blooming, and decorating the area with their fabulous colors.
And my precious grandmother, who will soon be 84 years old, was delighted to see her oldest grandson.
I was glad to see her also.
More to come.
Pray for my friend David....
My friend David just lost his dad--unexpectedly, and very suddenly.
I don't know all the details, but I do know that David is pretty devastated with all that has happened in the last 48 hours. I know that he has a strong relationship with Jesus Christ, and that God will be his comfort, when all other means are either exhausted or have failed.
David lives a very full life as it is. He is an accomplished author, an occasional public speaker, and an otherwise working man--like so many of us.
Please pray for him.
I don't know all the details, but I do know that David is pretty devastated with all that has happened in the last 48 hours. I know that he has a strong relationship with Jesus Christ, and that God will be his comfort, when all other means are either exhausted or have failed.
David lives a very full life as it is. He is an accomplished author, an occasional public speaker, and an otherwise working man--like so many of us.
Please pray for him.
So, what should be done about the "immigrants"?
It seems that the "illegal immigrants" (also known as the "lawbreakers") in the United States are forcing the Federal, State, and Municipal government officials to finally pay attention to them and their plight.
Don't get me wrong here, though. I am still very much against placating anyone who insists on coming to this country illegally and then demanding rights and privileges to which they are not entitled.
I wonder just how much my grocery bill would increase if we deported all the "illegal immigrants"--since many of them harvest the crops for meager wages?
I wonder just how my life would change without 11+ million illegal immigrants inhabiting this land undocumented?
One cannot help but notice all the "marches" and all the ballyhooing from every corner of the nation.
But one cannot help but notice also that the "end" does not justify the means....and particularly not where legal residence in this country is concerned.
I have a few suggestions for those who want to come here and be treated with all the rights and privileges thereof:
1) Learn the English language. Teach your children to speak the language.
2) Fly the AMERICAN FLAG. If you are not in love with this country, I want to personally invite you to go back to a country that you are in love with enough to fly their flag.
3) Learn the customs and courtesies of the United States. Teach them to your children, and enforce them rigorously.
4) Insist that anyone who employs you FOLLOW THE LAWS of this land. You will do yourself and every other American a huge favor.
God bless the United States of America!
Don't get me wrong here, though. I am still very much against placating anyone who insists on coming to this country illegally and then demanding rights and privileges to which they are not entitled.
I wonder just how much my grocery bill would increase if we deported all the "illegal immigrants"--since many of them harvest the crops for meager wages?
I wonder just how my life would change without 11+ million illegal immigrants inhabiting this land undocumented?
One cannot help but notice all the "marches" and all the ballyhooing from every corner of the nation.
But one cannot help but notice also that the "end" does not justify the means....and particularly not where legal residence in this country is concerned.
I have a few suggestions for those who want to come here and be treated with all the rights and privileges thereof:
1) Learn the English language. Teach your children to speak the language.
2) Fly the AMERICAN FLAG. If you are not in love with this country, I want to personally invite you to go back to a country that you are in love with enough to fly their flag.
3) Learn the customs and courtesies of the United States. Teach them to your children, and enforce them rigorously.
4) Insist that anyone who employs you FOLLOW THE LAWS of this land. You will do yourself and every other American a huge favor.
God bless the United States of America!
When you are in Chicago...
Please visit these wonderful places:
For Sunday Morning worship: The Moody Church 1609 N LaSalle Street (at the tri-corner of Clark Street, North Avenue, and LaSalle Street). The website is: www.moodychurch.org
Senior Pastor, Dr Erwin Lutzer, and the saints at The Moody Church will give you a warm, hearty, and genuine welcome to be part of a historic congregation in the heart of the Windy City.
For a wonderful lunch:
The Signature Room on the 95th Floor of the John Hancock Building (North Michigan Avenue), the Buffet Lunch (Monday through Saturday) is about $18 and worth every penny of it. The fabulous view of the city alone is worth that price. And the food is scrumptious. And for really picky eaters, you can order from the menu.
And take the CTA buses and get a grand view of this spectacular city that I've called "home" now for almost six years.
Chicago: Home of the 2005 World Series Champion CHICAGO WHITE SOX!
For Sunday Morning worship: The Moody Church 1609 N LaSalle Street (at the tri-corner of Clark Street, North Avenue, and LaSalle Street). The website is: www.moodychurch.org
Senior Pastor, Dr Erwin Lutzer, and the saints at The Moody Church will give you a warm, hearty, and genuine welcome to be part of a historic congregation in the heart of the Windy City.
For a wonderful lunch:
The Signature Room on the 95th Floor of the John Hancock Building (North Michigan Avenue), the Buffet Lunch (Monday through Saturday) is about $18 and worth every penny of it. The fabulous view of the city alone is worth that price. And the food is scrumptious. And for really picky eaters, you can order from the menu.
And take the CTA buses and get a grand view of this spectacular city that I've called "home" now for almost six years.
Chicago: Home of the 2005 World Series Champion CHICAGO WHITE SOX!
Compassionate and Legal.....
With all the brouhaha about "illegal immigrants" and their so-called rights, I feel that I must weigh in on this one. I live in a largely Hispanic neighborhood here in Chicago, where I have bought my very first home. About 90% of my neighbors and the local businesses are Hispanic owned and operated. So I can speak somewhat knowledgeably about this issue. Here goes:
1) There is a RIGHT way to enter this country. Thousands enter this country the RIGHT way every year. And that rule should and MUST apply to everyone.
2) Anyone who enters this country illegally is breaking the laws of this land. We call that "crimes." Those are largely nonviolent crimes...but crimes nonetheless. And those crimes--and the people who commit them--should and must have consequences.
3) Businesses and employers who provide jobs (regardless of the wage structure of those jobs) to people who are not legally authorized to work in this country are committing crimes. Those crimes should and must have consequences as well. Regardless of who the employer is.
4) If someone wants to enter this country and become a permanent resident here, they should be STRONGLY encouraged to:
Learn the prevailing language of business and commerce: That would be ENGLISH.
Do everything possible to become a naturalized citizen of the United States.
Ensure that all family members/friends/etc understand that this is a nation of LAWS, and
those laws are not suggestions, nor arbitrary.
5) All 500,000 people who marched in Los Angeles last Saturday and Sunday are FREE to return to their "former countries" as far as I am concerned. If America is so great (and it is), then become an American, or at least come here legally. That means you will display the American flag when you are marching....not the Mexican flag, or from any other country. If you are so in love with your "native land"--then go back. It's that simple.
6) Our economy may take a few hits when we realize that obeying the labor laws is in our national interests both now and in the future. But the economy will rebound, and the nation will be better for it. As it stands now, we are setting ourselves up for a horrific tragedy from which we may never fully recover.
7) Our social and safety nets are there for a purpose. Empowering people to come and reside here illegally is NOT compassionate, socially responsible, or a good idea. We must become a people who respect the laws of this land again. And work to change those that are not compassionate, socially responsible or a good idea.
8) Every person who has ever come to this country LEGALLY from another land is being SLAPPED in the face by those who insist on coming here against the laws of this land. Tell the Pakistani taxi driver, or the Nigerian food service worker-- who has risked their lives to come here LEGALLY--that it can't be done. They have done it....Legally!
I am personally very tired of hearing about "we have the right to....." Because when you break the laws of the land, you have abdicated any privileges and rights that you may have otherwise eventually been able to obtain. No one has the right to break the IMMIGRATION laws of the United States of America, and get away with it.
It's that simple.
1) There is a RIGHT way to enter this country. Thousands enter this country the RIGHT way every year. And that rule should and MUST apply to everyone.
2) Anyone who enters this country illegally is breaking the laws of this land. We call that "crimes." Those are largely nonviolent crimes...but crimes nonetheless. And those crimes--and the people who commit them--should and must have consequences.
3) Businesses and employers who provide jobs (regardless of the wage structure of those jobs) to people who are not legally authorized to work in this country are committing crimes. Those crimes should and must have consequences as well. Regardless of who the employer is.
4) If someone wants to enter this country and become a permanent resident here, they should be STRONGLY encouraged to:
Learn the prevailing language of business and commerce: That would be ENGLISH.
Do everything possible to become a naturalized citizen of the United States.
Ensure that all family members/friends/etc understand that this is a nation of LAWS, and
those laws are not suggestions, nor arbitrary.
5) All 500,000 people who marched in Los Angeles last Saturday and Sunday are FREE to return to their "former countries" as far as I am concerned. If America is so great (and it is), then become an American, or at least come here legally. That means you will display the American flag when you are marching....not the Mexican flag, or from any other country. If you are so in love with your "native land"--then go back. It's that simple.
6) Our economy may take a few hits when we realize that obeying the labor laws is in our national interests both now and in the future. But the economy will rebound, and the nation will be better for it. As it stands now, we are setting ourselves up for a horrific tragedy from which we may never fully recover.
7) Our social and safety nets are there for a purpose. Empowering people to come and reside here illegally is NOT compassionate, socially responsible, or a good idea. We must become a people who respect the laws of this land again. And work to change those that are not compassionate, socially responsible or a good idea.
8) Every person who has ever come to this country LEGALLY from another land is being SLAPPED in the face by those who insist on coming here against the laws of this land. Tell the Pakistani taxi driver, or the Nigerian food service worker-- who has risked their lives to come here LEGALLY--that it can't be done. They have done it....Legally!
I am personally very tired of hearing about "we have the right to....." Because when you break the laws of the land, you have abdicated any privileges and rights that you may have otherwise eventually been able to obtain. No one has the right to break the IMMIGRATION laws of the United States of America, and get away with it.
It's that simple.
When It's All Said and Done....
A friend sent this to me a few days ago:
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Ben Stein's Last Column...
For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column called "Monday
Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be
frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now,
Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading
his final column is worth a few minutes of your time.
============================================
How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?
As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which means I
put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is
"e-online FINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing
this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved
writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.
It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and
the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while
better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still
brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw
Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before
that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in
which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's
is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood
stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and
they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who
makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a
camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane
luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone
bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not
riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained
in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese
girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any
longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked
his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met
by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam
Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.
A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a
road north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.
A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S.
soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded
ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her
aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family
desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish
weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two
of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for
the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.
We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our
magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay
but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and
near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor
values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that
who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen
and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they
will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who
have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and
nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children;
the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.
Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World
Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a
real hero.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that
matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another
way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier
or as good a comic as Steve Martin...or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as
good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald.
Or even remotely close to any of them.
But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above
all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to
be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well
with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared
for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my
father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered
immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers
in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived
to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in
return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has
placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.
Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.
By Ben Stein
>
_________________________________
Ben Stein's Last Column...
For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column called "Monday
Night At Morton's." (Morton's is a famous chain of Steakhouses known to be
frequented by movie stars and famous people from around the globe.) Now,
Ben is terminating the column to move on to other things in his life. Reading
his final column is worth a few minutes of your time.
============================================
How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in Today's World?
As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say, which means I
put a heading on top of the document to identify it. This heading is
"e-online FINAL," and it gives me a shiver to write it. I have been doing
this column for so long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved
writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it would never end.
It worked well for a long time, but gradually, my changing as a person and
the world's change have overtaken it. On a small scale, Morton's, while
better than ever, no longer attracts as many stars as it used to. It still
brings in the rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw
Samuel L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and right before
that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren Beatty in an elevator, in
which we agreed that Splendor in the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's
is not the star galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think Hollywood
stars are terribly important. They are uniformly pleasant, friendly people, and
they treat me better than I deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who
makes a huge wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a
camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all look up to.
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and lives in insane
luxury really be a star in today's world, if by a "star" we mean someone
bright and powerful and attractive as a role model? Real stars are not
riding around in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained
in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have Vietnamese
girls do their nails.
They can be interesting, nice people, but they are not heroes to me any
longer. A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who poked
his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He could have been met
by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets. Instead, he faced an abject Saddam
Hussein and the gratitude of all of the decent people of the world.
A real star is the U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a
road north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and killed him.
A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night and day, is the U.S.
soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl playing with a piece of unexploded
ordnance on a street near where he was guarding a station. He pushed her
aside and threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family
desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who have lavish
weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the streets of Mosul even after two
of their buddies were murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for
the sin of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists.
We put couples with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our
magazines. The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay
but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and in submarines and
near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that has such poor
values, and I do not want to perpetuate those values by pretending that
who is eating at Morton's is a big subject.
There are plenty of other stars in the American firmament...the policemen
and women who go off on patrol in South Central and have no idea if they
will return alive; the orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who
have been in terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery; the teachers and
nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for autistic children;
the kind men and women who work in hospices and in cancer wards.
Think of each and every fireman who was running up the stairs at the World
Trade Center as the towers began to collapse. Now you have my idea of a
real hero.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only one that
matters. This is my highest and best use as a human. I can put it another
way. Years ago, I realized I could never be as great an actor as Olivier
or as good a comic as Steve Martin...or Martin Mull or Fred Willard--or as
good an economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as Fitzgerald.
Or even remotely close to any of them.
But I could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and, above
all, a good son to the parents who had done so much for me. This came to
be my main task in life. I did it moderately well with my son, pretty well
with my wife and well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared
for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I stayed with my
father as he got sick, went into extremis and then into a coma and then entered
immortality with my sister and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of the soldiers
in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came to realize that life lived
to help others is the only one that matters and that it is my duty, in
return for the lavish life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has
placed in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.
Faith is not believing that God can. It is knowing that God will.
By Ben Stein
>
Happy Birthday to me!
There are few days in the calendar year that I expect someone to make a FUSS over me.
But my birthday is always one of them.
I was born on this date, 44 years ago in Huntsville, Alabama--and whew, what a ride it has been!
God has been good to me.
But my birthday is always one of them.
I was born on this date, 44 years ago in Huntsville, Alabama--and whew, what a ride it has been!
God has been good to me.
The Power of Words....
The last four months have been very difficult for me--on many different levels.
I've experienced firsthand the power of words to bless and heal, and conversely, the power of words to injure, wound, and destroy.
A man who was my pastor for more than 3 years called me some names that were not only unchristian, but untrue. I've not had a conversation with him now in almost four months. When he was confronted by another brother concerning this situation, this pastor claimed unmitigated innocence. Claiming to "love me"--but betraying those very claims with his own words. Those are the words that injure, wound, and destroy.
But a precious friend here continues to remind me of how very loved and special that I am--to their family and to God and His family. Those are the power of "healing words."
I want to use those "healing words" whenever and wherever possible.
I've experienced firsthand the power of words to bless and heal, and conversely, the power of words to injure, wound, and destroy.
A man who was my pastor for more than 3 years called me some names that were not only unchristian, but untrue. I've not had a conversation with him now in almost four months. When he was confronted by another brother concerning this situation, this pastor claimed unmitigated innocence. Claiming to "love me"--but betraying those very claims with his own words. Those are the words that injure, wound, and destroy.
But a precious friend here continues to remind me of how very loved and special that I am--to their family and to God and His family. Those are the power of "healing words."
I want to use those "healing words" whenever and wherever possible.
HEROES.....think about this...
The Bluegrass/Southern Gospel family group, The Isaacs (www.theisaacs.com) wrote and recorded a marvelous song a couple of years ago. It's called "Heroes."
This wonderful song talks about the "real heroes" in American society: those people who care for children with special needs--physical, emotional, and spiritual.
My next door neighbor is a single mom with a special needs child. He just turned 13 years old a few months ago...yet my neighbor loves his dearly. This song is for her:
Momma combs his hair and Daddy helps him brush his teeth
Day after day for thirty years the same routine
The special needs he lives with make life seem so unfair
But he thanks God every day
Because he knows Mom and Dad are there..
He's a hero and she's a hero
It doesn't matter that nobody knows their name
They keep on giving to make life worth living
Might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same
They tried for many years to have a baby of their own
But God knew a little girl who didn't have a home
Someone else's burden was their blessing in disguise
And now she's got a Mom and Daddy
there to hold her when she cries
Every single parent who must carry twice the load
And those who sacrifice to raise a child that's not their own
They dedicate their time
to make a difference in someone else's life
And in my eyes...
He's a hero, and she's a hero..
Does'nt matter if anyone knows their names....
They might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same.
Ain't it the truth?
This wonderful song talks about the "real heroes" in American society: those people who care for children with special needs--physical, emotional, and spiritual.
My next door neighbor is a single mom with a special needs child. He just turned 13 years old a few months ago...yet my neighbor loves his dearly. This song is for her:
Momma combs his hair and Daddy helps him brush his teeth
Day after day for thirty years the same routine
The special needs he lives with make life seem so unfair
But he thanks God every day
Because he knows Mom and Dad are there..
He's a hero and she's a hero
It doesn't matter that nobody knows their name
They keep on giving to make life worth living
Might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same
They tried for many years to have a baby of their own
But God knew a little girl who didn't have a home
Someone else's burden was their blessing in disguise
And now she's got a Mom and Daddy
there to hold her when she cries
Every single parent who must carry twice the load
And those who sacrifice to raise a child that's not their own
They dedicate their time
to make a difference in someone else's life
And in my eyes...
He's a hero, and she's a hero..
Does'nt matter if anyone knows their names....
They might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same.
Ain't it the truth?
"Abiding" on "Angel Lane"....Thanks OPRAH!
I happen to have the OPRAH show (www.oprah.com) on in my office right now. They are showing the many houses that the "Angel network" is building in the aftermath of the Katrina disaster last fall.
I know a preacher who will deride Oprah Winfrey every opportunity he gets. And I'm truly saddened for him because of his great disdain for this lady with whom he disagrees.
I don't agree with many of her "spiritual" positions either. Actually, I disagree with just about all of them...
But, I cannot ignore all the good that this lady who has worked hard, been generous, and become a household name, had done for the desperate and needy in the Gulf Coast area.
My only question would be: "How can the Church of Jesus Christ do the same thing?"
We have the resources. We have the people.
Now, do we have the heart?
That really is something to consider.
I know a preacher who will deride Oprah Winfrey every opportunity he gets. And I'm truly saddened for him because of his great disdain for this lady with whom he disagrees.
I don't agree with many of her "spiritual" positions either. Actually, I disagree with just about all of them...
But, I cannot ignore all the good that this lady who has worked hard, been generous, and become a household name, had done for the desperate and needy in the Gulf Coast area.
My only question would be: "How can the Church of Jesus Christ do the same thing?"
We have the resources. We have the people.
Now, do we have the heart?
That really is something to consider.
From My Kitchen.....It's YUMMY
Tomato/Red Pepper Soup
You will need:
2 tablespoons olive oil (or vegetable oil)
1 onion, finely diced
4 cloves of garlic, pressed OR 2 teaspoons chopped garlic (from the jar)
4-5 large red Bell peppers, halved, ribbed, and seeded
5 large tomatoes, halved
1 1/2 cups tomato juice
2 teaspoons dried oregano
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 teaspoon curry powder (optional)
Directions:
1. In a large sauce pan, heat the oil and saute the onions and garlic over medium-low for five minutes while pan is covered. Set aside.
2. On a rimmed baking sheet, place the bell peppers cut sides down, and flatted with palm of hand. Roast them for ten minutes under the broiler flame--skins will turn brown/black. Take them out of oven and allow to cool for a few minutes. Then place in a blender.
3. On a rimmed baking sheet, place the tomatoes cut sides down and broil them for ten minutes. Allow to cool and place them in the blender with red peppers.
4. Blend them into a fine puree.
5. Return the puree mixture to the sauce pan with the onions and garlic. Add tomato juice, and the remaining ingredients.
6. Simmer on medium heat for approximately 20 minutes.
It is YUMMY!
And for my faithful readers, please tell me how you either LIKE or DIDN'T like this recipe.
You will need:
2 tablespoons olive oil (or vegetable oil)
1 onion, finely diced
4 cloves of garlic, pressed OR 2 teaspoons chopped garlic (from the jar)
4-5 large red Bell peppers, halved, ribbed, and seeded
5 large tomatoes, halved
1 1/2 cups tomato juice
2 teaspoons dried oregano
1 teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 teaspoon curry powder (optional)
Directions:
1. In a large sauce pan, heat the oil and saute the onions and garlic over medium-low for five minutes while pan is covered. Set aside.
2. On a rimmed baking sheet, place the bell peppers cut sides down, and flatted with palm of hand. Roast them for ten minutes under the broiler flame--skins will turn brown/black. Take them out of oven and allow to cool for a few minutes. Then place in a blender.
3. On a rimmed baking sheet, place the tomatoes cut sides down and broil them for ten minutes. Allow to cool and place them in the blender with red peppers.
4. Blend them into a fine puree.
5. Return the puree mixture to the sauce pan with the onions and garlic. Add tomato juice, and the remaining ingredients.
6. Simmer on medium heat for approximately 20 minutes.
It is YUMMY!
And for my faithful readers, please tell me how you either LIKE or DIDN'T like this recipe.
Family Matters...
Well, even though I try not to "self-indulge" here, I felt that I should share something very close to my heart today: Family.
I grew up without parents. My biological producers decided to divorce shortly after I arrived on the scene, and my paternal grandparents (mostly my Grandmother) accepted the laborious duty of making sure that I grew up reasonably sane.
But I've always considered the "church" my family. God's family is so very precious to me on so many levels.
Even though I do have biological relatives, we are close from a distance--and it works well for everyone involved.
Or at least it does for me.
Yet, the family of God--those wonderful Christians who know God as Father, Christ as Saviour and Forgiver--these people have been my family now for more than 37 years.
These are the people who loved and nurtured me, faithfully though imperfectly, as a teenager.
These are the same people who loved me, nurtured me, and cared for me as a backwards, bumbling, and completely broken college student.
The family of God made sure that I never slept out in the cold, or missed a meal because I didn't have access to food.
The family of God became even more precious to me when I entered the United States Air Force, moved away from familiar surroundings, and expanded my horizons--whether I liked it or not.
And I did like it. Very much.
I cannot overstate the importance of the "family"--God's family in my life.
How very precious these people are.
I grew up without parents. My biological producers decided to divorce shortly after I arrived on the scene, and my paternal grandparents (mostly my Grandmother) accepted the laborious duty of making sure that I grew up reasonably sane.
But I've always considered the "church" my family. God's family is so very precious to me on so many levels.
Even though I do have biological relatives, we are close from a distance--and it works well for everyone involved.
Or at least it does for me.
Yet, the family of God--those wonderful Christians who know God as Father, Christ as Saviour and Forgiver--these people have been my family now for more than 37 years.
These are the people who loved and nurtured me, faithfully though imperfectly, as a teenager.
These are the same people who loved me, nurtured me, and cared for me as a backwards, bumbling, and completely broken college student.
The family of God made sure that I never slept out in the cold, or missed a meal because I didn't have access to food.
The family of God became even more precious to me when I entered the United States Air Force, moved away from familiar surroundings, and expanded my horizons--whether I liked it or not.
And I did like it. Very much.
I cannot overstate the importance of the "family"--God's family in my life.
How very precious these people are.
Last night....I had a dream....
Last night...or very early this morning, I had a dream about someone whom I once considered a dear friend. A precious Christian brother, with whom I had tremendous fellowship for a while.
And due to some very terrible circumstances, our fellowship has been broken for a long time. I've not heard his voice for two years now. I've been rebuffed at every turn.
I often remember him, and wonder what I could have done, or could do even now to restore the fellowship that we once enjoyed.
I won't call names, but please pray for my friend. Pray for his safety, for his security, and for God our Heavenly Father to be close to him today.
Please.
And due to some very terrible circumstances, our fellowship has been broken for a long time. I've not heard his voice for two years now. I've been rebuffed at every turn.
I often remember him, and wonder what I could have done, or could do even now to restore the fellowship that we once enjoyed.
I won't call names, but please pray for my friend. Pray for his safety, for his security, and for God our Heavenly Father to be close to him today.
Please.
Happy Birthday, Kevin Moses!
In the Spring of 1997 I met one of the most amazing and godly people that I have ever known.
It was in the second semester of my Historical Theology course in seminary, that Kevin Moses and I became pals. He wasn't understanding everything that was being presented by the professor, and he asked if I would be willing to help him.
I said sure...and I'm glad that I did.
Later that week, Kevin came over to my apartment, and I just happen to be cooking. I asked if he would like to stay. He said "sure", and a deep friendship began that is still strong today.
Now 9 years later, Kevin and I have the strongest of friendships.
We were roommates for two years, less two months. We have traveled to California and New York City together--a first for him, and not for me.
His parents regard me as part of the family--and warm my soul every time I talk with them.
His wife Monica, is one of the most gifted and gracious people you would ever want to meet.
And Kevin turns 31 today!
Happy Birthday my precious friend.
It was in the second semester of my Historical Theology course in seminary, that Kevin Moses and I became pals. He wasn't understanding everything that was being presented by the professor, and he asked if I would be willing to help him.
I said sure...and I'm glad that I did.
Later that week, Kevin came over to my apartment, and I just happen to be cooking. I asked if he would like to stay. He said "sure", and a deep friendship began that is still strong today.
Now 9 years later, Kevin and I have the strongest of friendships.
We were roommates for two years, less two months. We have traveled to California and New York City together--a first for him, and not for me.
His parents regard me as part of the family--and warm my soul every time I talk with them.
His wife Monica, is one of the most gifted and gracious people you would ever want to meet.
And Kevin turns 31 today!
Happy Birthday my precious friend.
Who benefits from all of this?
In 2002 a major scandal erupted in the Roman Catholic Church here in the United States: Alleged sexual abuses, and worse yet, "cover ups" by the priests, archbishops, and cardinals who are responsible for "the church" here in the United States.
I'm not a Catholic. I never will be a Catholic, I'm pretty sure.
But I am concerned, and concerned on several levels.
If the "victims" were molested, violated, or abused in any way, why has it taken so long for them to come forward with their allegations?
I am not denying that sexual abuse ever happened in the Catholic Church, or in any other denomination for that matter. I'm sure it has, and it is sad indeed. And it should be dealt with here and now.
But what if the persons so accused are found to be "innocent" of the alleged abuses?
Who shepherds and cares for them? Who will be there to help them restore their lives? Who will be there to help them repair--if possible--their ministries and their personal reputations?
I am not denying the awful harm and the shame that surrounds those who have, in fact, been abused by people of the cloth, clergy and laity. It's shameful, it's illegal, and it should be dealt with. Now.
But, could some of this hullabaloo be about "money" and "anger" and other things?
For the sake of God's people--in every denomination--I pray the truth will come to light.
Sooner, rather than later.
I'm not a Catholic. I never will be a Catholic, I'm pretty sure.
But I am concerned, and concerned on several levels.
If the "victims" were molested, violated, or abused in any way, why has it taken so long for them to come forward with their allegations?
I am not denying that sexual abuse ever happened in the Catholic Church, or in any other denomination for that matter. I'm sure it has, and it is sad indeed. And it should be dealt with here and now.
But what if the persons so accused are found to be "innocent" of the alleged abuses?
Who shepherds and cares for them? Who will be there to help them restore their lives? Who will be there to help them repair--if possible--their ministries and their personal reputations?
I am not denying the awful harm and the shame that surrounds those who have, in fact, been abused by people of the cloth, clergy and laity. It's shameful, it's illegal, and it should be dealt with. Now.
But, could some of this hullabaloo be about "money" and "anger" and other things?
For the sake of God's people--in every denomination--I pray the truth will come to light.
Sooner, rather than later.
Living in 2006....
A friend recently sent this to me, via email. I thought it was pretty funny....and so very true.
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Subject: Living in 2006
YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2006 when...
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this.
AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.
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Subject: Living in 2006
YOU KNOW YOU ARE LIVING IN 2006 when...
1. You accidentally enter your password on the microwave.
2. You haven't played solitaire with real cards in years.
3. You have a list of 15 phone numbers to reach your family of 3.
4. You e-mail the person who works at the desk next to you.
5. Your reason for not staying in touch with friends and family is that they don't have e-mail addresses.
6. You pull up in your own driveway and use your cell phone to see if anyone is home to help you carry in the groceries.
7. Every commercial on television has a web site at the bottom of the screen.
8. Leaving the house without your cell phone, which you didn't have the first 20 or 30 (or 60) years of your life, is now a cause for panic and you turn around to go and get it.
10. You get up in the morning and go on line before getting your coffee.
11. You start tilting your head sideways to smile. : )
12. You're reading this and nodding and laughing.
13. Even worse, you know exactly to whom you are going to forward this message.
14. You are too busy to notice there was no #9 on this list.
15. You actually scrolled back up to check that there wasn't a #9 on this.
AND NOW U R LAUGHING at yourself.
Founder's Week 2006, Moody Bible Institute
http://www.foundersweek.org/defau1t.asp?SectionID=678AE4557481408D8E90682031C263D5
For many years, before I ever lived here in the Windy City, I listened to the Annual Founder's Week Conference, hosted by the Moody Bible Institute. It has always blest my soul, and encouraged me.
This is one of the premier Bible Conferences in the United States.
And thanks to modern technology, you can listen live over the Internet.
Check it out!
For many years, before I ever lived here in the Windy City, I listened to the Annual Founder's Week Conference, hosted by the Moody Bible Institute. It has always blest my soul, and encouraged me.
This is one of the premier Bible Conferences in the United States.
And thanks to modern technology, you can listen live over the Internet.
Check it out!
Supreme Court Associate Justice Samuel Alito
Justice Alito has been confirmed and sworn in as the nation's 110th Associate Justice on the Supreme Court of the United States of America.
The 58-42 vote is one of the closest in judicial confirmation history. The rancorous debate is now over, thank the Lord.
He is replacing the now-retired Associate Justice Sandra Day O'Connor--the magnanimous, dignified, and marvelous lady whose legacy as the first lady to serve on the nation's highest court is now firmly minted.
She was often considered the "swing vote." I remember very well when the late President Ronald Reagan nominated her to be the first woman on the Supreme Court. She has served with clarity, dignity, and infintissimal sense of personal responsibility and class.
Now, let's pray that Justice Alito will follow in those same gracious, responsible, and dignified footsteps.
Let's pray that God would grant him the wisdom of Solomon, the patience of Job, and the clarity of Jesus in all that he is called to do.
He will need it, for sure.
The 58-42 vote is one of the closest in judicial confirmation history. The rancorous debate is now over, thank the Lord.
He is replacing the now-retired Associate Justice Sandra Day O'Connor--the magnanimous, dignified, and marvelous lady whose legacy as the first lady to serve on the nation's highest court is now firmly minted.
She was often considered the "swing vote." I remember very well when the late President Ronald Reagan nominated her to be the first woman on the Supreme Court. She has served with clarity, dignity, and infintissimal sense of personal responsibility and class.
Now, let's pray that Justice Alito will follow in those same gracious, responsible, and dignified footsteps.
Let's pray that God would grant him the wisdom of Solomon, the patience of Job, and the clarity of Jesus in all that he is called to do.
He will need it, for sure.
Caffeine Free--30 Days and Counting...
My good friend, Pastor Travis Bodden (we were Air Force buddies together in West Texas, aeons ago), challenged me--back in 1994--to give up Caffeine.
Now almost twelve years later, I've taken him upon on the challenge.
I am now 30 days without caffeine in any form. No coffee, no Mountain Dews--which I dearly loved, and no chocolate--what was I thinking? LOL
I feel great. I have lots of energy. I am sleeping very well.
I am saving money, and I've dropped a few pounds.
Actually, I'm pretty amazed that I've lasted this long, and pretty proud of myself.
Now almost twelve years later, I've taken him upon on the challenge.
I am now 30 days without caffeine in any form. No coffee, no Mountain Dews--which I dearly loved, and no chocolate--what was I thinking? LOL
I feel great. I have lots of energy. I am sleeping very well.
I am saving money, and I've dropped a few pounds.
Actually, I'm pretty amazed that I've lasted this long, and pretty proud of myself.
Thank you, Tony Campolo!
In my opinion, Dr Tony Campolo is a real "prophet" for this generation. I have read almost all of his books, have heard him speak a couple of times, and have grown tremendously in my worldview. He recently spoke at some type of Presbyterian meeting in Mississippi. Here's the report of what he said:
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Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal:
"What should you buy for someone who has everything? Nothing!" Dr. Campolo said in the keynote address at St. Andrew Presbytery's "Tapestry" training event. "But we just came through Christmas, and you didn't have the guts to pull it off, did you?"
"A whole generation is being seduced by consumerism into a lifestyle diametrically opposed to Christian values," he said, lamenting that even education is sold as a way to make more money to buy more consumer goods."No!" he thundered, invoking Paul's admonition to Timothy. "An education is 'to show thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth."
Campolo challenged audience members to aim for doing the most good, not having the most comfortable life. He recalled a former student of his who announced she had won a teaching position in a rich suburban school system over 200 other applicants."That's too bad," he told her, noting thousands of students in Philadelphia would fail because their inner-city schools were 600 teachers short. "Why would you spend your life where you aren't needed?"
Comfortable religion joins consumerism in killing the passion of youths, Campolo said. He told the largely Presbyterian audience that their denomination "is dying - losing its young people - not because we've made Christianity too hard for them, but because we've made it too easy.
"Youth was made for heroism, not pleasure," he said. "Jesus calls people to die to self."One of the ways he challenged those present to "die to self" was by not attacking worship music that appealed to others. A change from traditional to contemporary praise, Campolo said, had mushroomed attendance at Eastern University's chapel services. "I don't understand praise music. I don't get it," he said. "But those kids get it. Don't criticize what you don't understand. We've been singing your stuff for a thousand years."
Campolo said some critics have labeled the Christianity he preaches - that eschews war and supports the poor and demands a life sacrificed to the service of others - "dangerous.""When did Christianity cease being dangerous?" he asked.
"That's when it ceased being Christianity."
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Dr Campolo, you've given this child of God much, much, much to think about!
Thank you! Thank you!
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Northeast Mississippi Daily Journal:
"What should you buy for someone who has everything? Nothing!" Dr. Campolo said in the keynote address at St. Andrew Presbytery's "Tapestry" training event. "But we just came through Christmas, and you didn't have the guts to pull it off, did you?"
"A whole generation is being seduced by consumerism into a lifestyle diametrically opposed to Christian values," he said, lamenting that even education is sold as a way to make more money to buy more consumer goods."No!" he thundered, invoking Paul's admonition to Timothy. "An education is 'to show thyself approved unto God, a workman that needeth not to be ashamed, rightly dividing the word of truth."
Campolo challenged audience members to aim for doing the most good, not having the most comfortable life. He recalled a former student of his who announced she had won a teaching position in a rich suburban school system over 200 other applicants."That's too bad," he told her, noting thousands of students in Philadelphia would fail because their inner-city schools were 600 teachers short. "Why would you spend your life where you aren't needed?"
Comfortable religion joins consumerism in killing the passion of youths, Campolo said. He told the largely Presbyterian audience that their denomination "is dying - losing its young people - not because we've made Christianity too hard for them, but because we've made it too easy.
"Youth was made for heroism, not pleasure," he said. "Jesus calls people to die to self."One of the ways he challenged those present to "die to self" was by not attacking worship music that appealed to others. A change from traditional to contemporary praise, Campolo said, had mushroomed attendance at Eastern University's chapel services. "I don't understand praise music. I don't get it," he said. "But those kids get it. Don't criticize what you don't understand. We've been singing your stuff for a thousand years."
Campolo said some critics have labeled the Christianity he preaches - that eschews war and supports the poor and demands a life sacrificed to the service of others - "dangerous.""When did Christianity cease being dangerous?" he asked.
"That's when it ceased being Christianity."
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Dr Campolo, you've given this child of God much, much, much to think about!
Thank you! Thank you!
A Passion for the Church....
Dr Erwin W Lutzer, Senior Pastor, The Moody Church here in Chicago has been preaching from 1 Corinthians 12-14 on the theme "A Passion for the Church."
It has been very informative, very inspiring, and very edifying.
Having been part of the "church" since I was only 6 years old, I feel that I can write and speak with some degree of credibility and experience on what it means to "be the Church."
It seems that everyone is up in arms about how we "do church"....worship styles, preaching methods, assimilation techniques, evangelism programs....ad infinitum.
But how many of us really think about how to "be the Church" to each other, and to a watching world that pays more attention to us than we are ready to admit?
What does it mean to "be the Church" in 2006?
I have some ideas, and I don't think they are too far off-base at all:
1) It means that we get to the place where "great grace is upon them all..." (Acts 4:33).
2) To "be the Church" today means that we are more concerned about being a "community of faith" instead of just a "collection of individuals."
3) "Being the Church" means that we are less concerned with our "power struggles" and how much "authority" we may have...and more concerned with how God is forming us for His glory, so that He can fill us with His power for His purposes.
4) To "be the Church" means that we give people "due process." We protect those we like, and those we may not be so fond of...and we do it with an openness and evenhandedness that favoritism can never become part of the equation.
5) To "be the Church" means that we become people of God's Word. We study it, live it, rightly divide it, and hide it in our hearts.
So what does it mean to be the Church, in your opinion?
It has been very informative, very inspiring, and very edifying.
Having been part of the "church" since I was only 6 years old, I feel that I can write and speak with some degree of credibility and experience on what it means to "be the Church."
It seems that everyone is up in arms about how we "do church"....worship styles, preaching methods, assimilation techniques, evangelism programs....ad infinitum.
But how many of us really think about how to "be the Church" to each other, and to a watching world that pays more attention to us than we are ready to admit?
What does it mean to "be the Church" in 2006?
I have some ideas, and I don't think they are too far off-base at all:
1) It means that we get to the place where "great grace is upon them all..." (Acts 4:33).
2) To "be the Church" today means that we are more concerned about being a "community of faith" instead of just a "collection of individuals."
3) "Being the Church" means that we are less concerned with our "power struggles" and how much "authority" we may have...and more concerned with how God is forming us for His glory, so that He can fill us with His power for His purposes.
4) To "be the Church" means that we give people "due process." We protect those we like, and those we may not be so fond of...and we do it with an openness and evenhandedness that favoritism can never become part of the equation.
5) To "be the Church" means that we become people of God's Word. We study it, live it, rightly divide it, and hide it in our hearts.
So what does it mean to be the Church, in your opinion?
So, what are you saying?
Dr Gary Chapman, noted author, psychologist, and minister released a book several years ago, "The Five Love Languages".
What is/are your love language(s)?
Do you know?
Here's the website:
www.fivelovelanguages.com
Check it out.
What say ye?
What is/are your love language(s)?
Do you know?
Here's the website:
www.fivelovelanguages.com
Check it out.
What say ye?
This thing called "Love"
A good friend of mine compiled this list of "love" characteristics. He compiled them for use in a men's small group setting. I wanted to share them here:
Love must be observable
John 13:34 - "A New command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."
Continuing, consistent love results in joy
John 15:9-13 - "As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father's commands and remain in His love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command in this: Love each other as I have loved you."
Love admits or takes one another in, includes others
Romans 15:7 - "Accept (receive) one another, then just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God"
Purification precedes sincere love
1 Peter 1:22 -"Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart."
Deliberate love does not expose someone else's sin
1 Peter 4:8 -"Above all, love each other deeply (fervently), because love covers over a multitude of sins."
Love includes mutual affection
2 Corinthians 6:11-13 -"We have spoken freely to you Corinthians, and opened wide our hearts to you. We are not withholding our affection from you, but you are withholding yours from us. As a fair exchange I speak as to my children - open wide your hearts also."
Love is not exclusive, our hearts can expand to include others, Love expresses approval, Love desires to be with the loved one
2 Corinthians 7:2-6 -"Make room for us in your hearts. We have wronged no one, we have corrupted no one, we have exploited no one. I do not say this to condemn you; I have said before that you have such a place in our hearts that we would live or die with you. I have great confidence in you; I take great pride in you. I am greatly encouraged in all our troubles my joy knows no bounds. For when we came to Macedonia, this body of our had no rest, but we were harassed at every turn - conflicts on the outside, fears within. But God, who comforts the downcast, comforted us by the coming of Titus, and not only by his coming but also by the comfort you had given him. He told us about your longing for me, your deep sorrow, your ardent concern for me, so that my joy was greater than ever."
Love is verbalized
2 Corinthians 2:4 -"For I wrote you out of great distress and anguish of heart and with many tears, not to grieve you but to let you know the depth of my love for you."
Love worries
2 Corinthians 2:12-13 -"Now when I went to Troas to preach the gospel of Christ and found that the Lord had opened a door for me, I still had no peace of mind, because I did not find my brother Titus there. So I said good-by to them and went on to Macedonia."
Loving the world leaves no time for loving others
1 John 2:15-17 -"Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For everything in the world - the cravings of sinful man, the lust of the eyes and the boasting of what he has and does - comes not from the world. The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever."
Your love reveals your father
1 John 3:10 -"This is how we know who the children of God are and who the children of the devil are; Anyone who does not do what is right is not a child of God; nor is anyone who does not love his brother."
God's presence is in our love
1 John 4:11-12 -"Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us."
If you don't love your brother, you don't love God
1 John 4:19-21 -"We love because he first loved us. If anyone says "I love God," yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother."
Love considers how to love even more, Love equals Time
Hebrews 10:24-25 -"And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another - and all the more as you see the Day approaching."
Love is sincere, committed, humble
Romans 12:9-10 -"Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves."
Christ bought our freedom to love
Galations 5:13 -"You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather serve one another in love."
Love must be observable
John 13:34 - "A New command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this all men will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another."
Continuing, consistent love results in joy
John 15:9-13 - "As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you obey my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father's commands and remain in His love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command in this: Love each other as I have loved you."
Love admits or takes one another in, includes others
Romans 15:7 - "Accept (receive) one another, then just as Christ accepted you, in order to bring praise to God"
Purification precedes sincere love
1 Peter 1:22 -"Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart."
Deliberate love does not expose someone else's sin
1 Peter 4:8 -"Above all, love each other deeply (fervently), because love covers over a multitude of sins."
Love includes mutual affection
2 Corinthians 6:11-13 -"We have spoken freely to you Corinthians, and opened wide our hearts to you. We are not withholding our affection from you, but you are withholding yours from us. As a fair exchange I speak as to my children - open wide your hearts also."
Love is not exclusive, our hearts can expand to include others, Love expresses approval, Love desires to be with the loved one
2 Corinthians 7:2-6 -"Make room for us in your hearts. We have wronged no one, we have corrupted no one, we have exploited no one. I do not say this to condemn you; I have said before that you have such a place in our hearts that we would live or die with you. I have great confidence in you; I take great pride in you. I am greatly encouraged in all our troubles my joy knows no bounds. For when we came to Macedonia, this body of our had no rest, but we were harassed at every turn - conflicts on the outside, fears within. But God, who comforts the downcast, comforted us by the coming of Titus, and not only by his coming but also by the comfort you had given him. He told us about your longing for me, your deep sorrow, your ardent concern for me, so that my joy was greater than ever."
Love is verbalized
2 Corinthians 2:4 -"For I wrote you out of great distress and anguish of heart and with many tears, not to grieve you but to let you know the depth of my love for you."
Love worries
2 Corinthians 2:12-13 -"Now when I went to Troas to preach the gospel of Christ and found that the Lord had opened a door for me, I still had no peace of mind, because I did not find my brother Titus there. So I said good-by to them and went on to Macedonia."
Loving the world leaves no time for loving others
1 John 2:15-17 -"Do not love the world or anything in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For everything in the world - the cravings of sinful man, the lust of the eyes and the boasting of what he has and does - comes not from the world. The world and its desires pass away, but the man who does the will of God lives forever."
Your love reveals your father
1 John 3:10 -"This is how we know who the children of God are and who the children of the devil are; Anyone who does not do what is right is not a child of God; nor is anyone who does not love his brother."
God's presence is in our love
1 John 4:11-12 -"Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us."
If you don't love your brother, you don't love God
1 John 4:19-21 -"We love because he first loved us. If anyone says "I love God," yet hates his brother, he is a liar. For anyone who does not love his brother, whom he has seen, cannot love God whom he has not seen. And he has given us this command: Whoever loves God must also love his brother."
Love considers how to love even more, Love equals Time
Hebrews 10:24-25 -"And let us consider how we may spur one another on toward love and good deeds. Let us not give up meeting together, as some are in the habit of doing, but let us encourage one another - and all the more as you see the Day approaching."
Love is sincere, committed, humble
Romans 12:9-10 -"Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves."
Christ bought our freedom to love
Galations 5:13 -"You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather serve one another in love."
When It's all said and done....
I made a big mistakes several days ago.
Someone whom I consider a friend (and Christian brother) read a post from mid-November, and he didn't like what I had written about a very ugly and unkind encounter at Chicago Tabernacle, where I was part of the congregation for more than three years.
This person is now on the pastoral staff of that congregation.
I saw him, by accident on Christmas Day, at a mutual friend's home. The first thing he said to me was that he was "upset" about my blog, and that I should delete the post about my ill-treatment from the Senior Pastor. I told him that I would delete the post.
I never should have made such a commitment.
I deleted that post, even though every word of it was true.
That person, hasn't made any movement towards contacting me since that day, even though he said that he wanted me back in the congregation, and that this "situation" could be resolved.
I was hurt, accused, and mislead---with no truth being represented anywhere on the part of the ones who mislead, accused or injured me.
So what am I to do?
Someone whom I consider a friend (and Christian brother) read a post from mid-November, and he didn't like what I had written about a very ugly and unkind encounter at Chicago Tabernacle, where I was part of the congregation for more than three years.
This person is now on the pastoral staff of that congregation.
I saw him, by accident on Christmas Day, at a mutual friend's home. The first thing he said to me was that he was "upset" about my blog, and that I should delete the post about my ill-treatment from the Senior Pastor. I told him that I would delete the post.
I never should have made such a commitment.
I deleted that post, even though every word of it was true.
That person, hasn't made any movement towards contacting me since that day, even though he said that he wanted me back in the congregation, and that this "situation" could be resolved.
I was hurt, accused, and mislead---with no truth being represented anywhere on the part of the ones who mislead, accused or injured me.
So what am I to do?
It's much easier to:
Make hasty judgments about brothers and sisters in Christ than it is to get to know them well, and find out that your "judgments" were wrong.
Do your "work" from home: Shopping, Bill-paying, emailing, etc than it is to actually have to "deal" with real human beings who have real faces, real emotions, and real personalities. After all, isn't it "all about you" anyway?
Preach a powerful message on the love-relationships that Christ calls us to in His Kingdom, but far more difficult to "live out" those same relationships--particularly with folk who don't always "march to our drumbeat."
Be a "collection of individuals" than it is to be a "community of faith." Being a "community of faith" means that we actually have to create commonalities, and be committed to one another--And not just on Sundays either.
Interact with someone in the "worldwideweb" than it is to actually "face" that person, and encounter the emotions/will/physical form and real presence of another human being. After all, we can just "click" or "delete" or "forward" whatever we don't like, right?
Do your "work" from home: Shopping, Bill-paying, emailing, etc than it is to actually have to "deal" with real human beings who have real faces, real emotions, and real personalities. After all, isn't it "all about you" anyway?
Preach a powerful message on the love-relationships that Christ calls us to in His Kingdom, but far more difficult to "live out" those same relationships--particularly with folk who don't always "march to our drumbeat."
Be a "collection of individuals" than it is to be a "community of faith." Being a "community of faith" means that we actually have to create commonalities, and be committed to one another--And not just on Sundays either.
Interact with someone in the "worldwideweb" than it is to actually "face" that person, and encounter the emotions/will/physical form and real presence of another human being. After all, we can just "click" or "delete" or "forward" whatever we don't like, right?
Some of my favorite lyrics...
Gloria Gaither continues to be one of my favorite poets of all time. She, along with her husband Bill, has penned some of the most powerful songs in the last fifty years. And almost thirty years ago, Gloria penned these timeless words:
Hold tight to the sound of the music of living
-Happy songs from the laughter of children at play;
Hold my hand as we run through the sweet fragrant meadows,
Making mem'ries of what was today.
Tiny voice that I hear is my little girl calling
For Daddy to hear just what she has to say;
And my little son running there down the hillside,
May never be quite like today.
Tender words, gentle touch, and a good cup of coffee,
And someone that loves me and wants me to stay;
Hold them near while they're here, and don't wait for tomorrow
To look back and wish for today.
Take the blue of the sky and the green of the forest,
The gold and the brown of the freshly-mown hay,
Add the pale shades of spring and the circus of autumn,
And weave you a lovely today.
For we have this moment to hold in our hands,
And to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand;
Yesterday's gone, and tomorrow may never come,
But we have this moment, today.
- Lyrics by Gloria Gaither. Music by William J. Gaither. © 1975 William J. Gaither.
Hold tight to the sound of the music of living
-Happy songs from the laughter of children at play;
Hold my hand as we run through the sweet fragrant meadows,
Making mem'ries of what was today.
Tiny voice that I hear is my little girl calling
For Daddy to hear just what she has to say;
And my little son running there down the hillside,
May never be quite like today.
Tender words, gentle touch, and a good cup of coffee,
And someone that loves me and wants me to stay;
Hold them near while they're here, and don't wait for tomorrow
To look back and wish for today.
Take the blue of the sky and the green of the forest,
The gold and the brown of the freshly-mown hay,
Add the pale shades of spring and the circus of autumn,
And weave you a lovely today.
For we have this moment to hold in our hands,
And to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand;
Yesterday's gone, and tomorrow may never come,
But we have this moment, today.
- Lyrics by Gloria Gaither. Music by William J. Gaither. © 1975 William J. Gaither.
We do indeed have "this moment today." I'm often reminded of what James 4 tells us that our life is but a vapor, and then it is gone.
So what kind of vapor is my life? Just what scent does it emit? What fragrance (or stench) would someone encounter when they interact with me?
Yes Gloria, I do have "this moment today."
Thanks for blessing my life, and our world with your extraordinary gifts.
Living Free....sounds good to me!
My counsel is this: Live freely, animated and motivated by God's Spirit. Then you won't feed the compulsions of selfishness. For there is a root of sinful self-interest in us that is at odds with a free spirit, just as the free spirit is incompatible with selfishness. These two ways of life are antithetical, so that you cannot live at times one way and at times another way according to how you feel on any given day. Why don't you choose to be led by the Spirit and so escape the erratic compulsions of a law-dominated existence?
It is obvious what kind of life develops out of trying to get your own way all the time: repetitive, loveless, cheap sex; a stinking accumulation of mental and emotional garbage; frenzied and joyless grabs for happiness; trinket gods; magic-show religion; paranoid loneliness; cutthroat competition; all-consuming-yet-never-satisfied wants; a brutal temper; an impotence to love or be loved; divided homes and divided lives; small-minded and lopsided pursuits; the vicious habit of depersonalizing everyone into a rival; uncontrolled and uncontrollable addictions; ugly parodies of community. I could go on.
This isn't the first time I have warned you, you know. If you use your freedom this way, you will not inherit God's kingdom.
But what happens when we live God's way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard--things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely.
Legalism is helpless in bringing this about; it only gets in the way. Among those who belong to Christ, everything connected with getting our own way and mindlessly responding to what everyone else calls necessities is killed off for good--crucified.
Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives. That means we will not compare ourselves with each other as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more interesting things to do with our lives. Each of us is an original.
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From The Message, Galatians Chapter 5: 20ff
It is obvious what kind of life develops out of trying to get your own way all the time: repetitive, loveless, cheap sex; a stinking accumulation of mental and emotional garbage; frenzied and joyless grabs for happiness; trinket gods; magic-show religion; paranoid loneliness; cutthroat competition; all-consuming-yet-never-satisfied wants; a brutal temper; an impotence to love or be loved; divided homes and divided lives; small-minded and lopsided pursuits; the vicious habit of depersonalizing everyone into a rival; uncontrolled and uncontrollable addictions; ugly parodies of community. I could go on.
This isn't the first time I have warned you, you know. If you use your freedom this way, you will not inherit God's kingdom.
But what happens when we live God's way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard--things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity. We develop a willingness to stick with things, a sense of compassion in the heart, and a conviction that a basic holiness permeates things and people. We find ourselves involved in loyal commitments, not needing to force our way in life, able to marshal and direct our energies wisely.
Legalism is helpless in bringing this about; it only gets in the way. Among those who belong to Christ, everything connected with getting our own way and mindlessly responding to what everyone else calls necessities is killed off for good--crucified.
Since this is the kind of life we have chosen, the life of the Spirit, let us make sure that we do not just hold it as an idea in our heads or a sentiment in our hearts, but work out its implications in every detail of our lives. That means we will not compare ourselves with each other as if one of us were better and another worse. We have far more interesting things to do with our lives. Each of us is an original.
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From The Message, Galatians Chapter 5: 20ff
Truly Gifted Communicator: ANDY STANLEY
The first time I ever heard Andy Stanley preach was more than 20 years ago when I was visiting First Baptist Church, Atlanta--and his father Charles Stanley was out with a sprained back.
I had traveled more than 100 miles and wanted to hear Dr Stanley....again. I was very disappointed.
But once this great "youth pastor" got up to preach--I almost forgot that it was his dad that I had come to hear! "Andy" just knocked me over with a feather! What a great preacher.
Fast Forward some 17 years later, and Andy was one of the featured speakers for 2003 Founder's Week at the Moody Bible Institute here in Chicago. And WOW! What a great sermon...what a great message...what a great communicator of the greatest message ever told: The Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Andy Stanley is the Senior Pastor of North Point Community Church in Alpharetta, Georgia. Here's the link to their website:
http://www.northpoint.org/sermons
Several of my friends from the college days (now more than 20 years ago) are faithful members of North Point Church.
I can easily understand why.
I had traveled more than 100 miles and wanted to hear Dr Stanley....again. I was very disappointed.
But once this great "youth pastor" got up to preach--I almost forgot that it was his dad that I had come to hear! "Andy" just knocked me over with a feather! What a great preacher.
Fast Forward some 17 years later, and Andy was one of the featured speakers for 2003 Founder's Week at the Moody Bible Institute here in Chicago. And WOW! What a great sermon...what a great message...what a great communicator of the greatest message ever told: The Gospel of Jesus Christ.
Andy Stanley is the Senior Pastor of North Point Community Church in Alpharetta, Georgia. Here's the link to their website:
http://www.northpoint.org/sermons
Several of my friends from the college days (now more than 20 years ago) are faithful members of North Point Church.
I can easily understand why.
2006: The Year of the "Real Deal" or Is it?
Two-Thousand Five was quite the year:
The "Ladies' Trio" (Katrina, Rita, and Wilma) all slamming into the southern shores of this nation, and showing America (and the entire watching world) how woefully unprepared every level of government in our magnificently blest country is for such catastrophic events.
Indictments from just about every corner of the country--conservatives, liberals, in-betweens, and all the rest. So maybe the "Holier-than-you" crowd wasn't so holy after all, huh? We will indeed reap what we sow. At least that's what Galatians Chapter 6 said when I read it recently.
And so, now we have to ask "What is the real deal?"
And I'm still asking that.
I sat under the ministry of a person who was fond of using the phrase "the real deal" quite often. I even labeled him "the real-deal Pastor" one time when describing him to a friend of mine.
Recent events have caused me to journey along the road of "uncertainty" again--and particularly where certain persons are concerned. I'm not convinced they are the "real deal" after all.
And if they are, their actions--and lack of action--have certainly betrayed them.
Yet we know that our Heavenly Father sees everything, understands everything, and will ultimately judge everything.
At least that's what Hebrews Chapter Four tells me.
And when that time comes, it will be
THE REAL DEAL.
The "Ladies' Trio" (Katrina, Rita, and Wilma) all slamming into the southern shores of this nation, and showing America (and the entire watching world) how woefully unprepared every level of government in our magnificently blest country is for such catastrophic events.
Indictments from just about every corner of the country--conservatives, liberals, in-betweens, and all the rest. So maybe the "Holier-than-you" crowd wasn't so holy after all, huh? We will indeed reap what we sow. At least that's what Galatians Chapter 6 said when I read it recently.
And so, now we have to ask "What is the real deal?"
And I'm still asking that.
I sat under the ministry of a person who was fond of using the phrase "the real deal" quite often. I even labeled him "the real-deal Pastor" one time when describing him to a friend of mine.
Recent events have caused me to journey along the road of "uncertainty" again--and particularly where certain persons are concerned. I'm not convinced they are the "real deal" after all.
And if they are, their actions--and lack of action--have certainly betrayed them.
Yet we know that our Heavenly Father sees everything, understands everything, and will ultimately judge everything.
At least that's what Hebrews Chapter Four tells me.
And when that time comes, it will be
THE REAL DEAL.
Some things that I've learned....
H Jackson Brown Jr has compiled a terric little book, Live and Learn and Pass It On.
Here are some things that people from ages 5 to 95 have shared about life, love, and other stuff. I've only chosen a few:
I've learned that old women can get away with just about anything.
I've learned that failures always blame someone else.
I've learned that the important thing is now what others think of me...but what I think of me.
I've learned that my worst decisions were made when I was angry.
I've learned that meeting interesting people depends less on where you go than on who you are.
I've learned that no one is ever so powerful or successful that they don't appreciate a sincere compliment.
I've learned that comfortable shoes are a MUST..always.
I've learned that a woman would rather be complimented about her intelligence than her looks.
I've learned that you can never have too many smart people in your life.
I've learned that I still cannot eat an Oreo without first opening it up and licking off the filling.
I've learned that the best tranquilizer is a clear conscience
Here are some things that people from ages 5 to 95 have shared about life, love, and other stuff. I've only chosen a few:
I've learned that old women can get away with just about anything.
I've learned that failures always blame someone else.
I've learned that the important thing is now what others think of me...but what I think of me.
I've learned that my worst decisions were made when I was angry.
I've learned that meeting interesting people depends less on where you go than on who you are.
I've learned that no one is ever so powerful or successful that they don't appreciate a sincere compliment.
I've learned that comfortable shoes are a MUST..always.
I've learned that a woman would rather be complimented about her intelligence than her looks.
I've learned that you can never have too many smart people in your life.
I've learned that I still cannot eat an Oreo without first opening it up and licking off the filling.
I've learned that the best tranquilizer is a clear conscience
When it's all said and done....
2005 has been a remarkable year in so many ways.
As a nation, we have:
Watched the horror of almost 1/4 million people rush into eternity from the death-wielding power of the tsunami in Asia.
Watched several million people become homeless (though temporarily for many) on our own shores here with Hurricane Katrina--who didn't bother discriminating on racial, economic, religious, or educational terms.
Watched the face of the United States Supreme Court change: Welcoming our new Chief Justice John Roberts, bidding a very sad adieu to the late Chief Justice William Rehnquist, and the soon-to-be retirement of the first lady to ever don the robes of the Nation's highest judiciary, Justice Sandra Day O'Connor.
Watched the indictment of Lewis "Scooter" Libby, the Chief of Staff for the Vice President of the United States on charges of perjury and obstruction of justice.
Mourned the death of Peter Jennings--one of the truly great journalists and news anchors of my lifetime.
Mourned the death of Pope John Paul II--one of the truly marvelous religious and political figures of my life time.
Watched the selection and coronation of Pope Benedict XVI-- God's "rottweiler" has now become the German Shepherd. And time will tell...indeed.
Mourned the death of more than 2000 uniformed service personnel who have answered the call of the Commander in Chief--whether rightly or wrongly.
Celebrated the CHICAGO WHITE SOX as the 2005 World Series Champions in Baseball--the first time in 88 years!
It's been quite a year. And when it's all said and done, what will all this mean to us?
Time will tell, I'm sure.
As a nation, we have:
Watched the horror of almost 1/4 million people rush into eternity from the death-wielding power of the tsunami in Asia.
Watched several million people become homeless (though temporarily for many) on our own shores here with Hurricane Katrina--who didn't bother discriminating on racial, economic, religious, or educational terms.
Watched the face of the United States Supreme Court change: Welcoming our new Chief Justice John Roberts, bidding a very sad adieu to the late Chief Justice William Rehnquist, and the soon-to-be retirement of the first lady to ever don the robes of the Nation's highest judiciary, Justice Sandra Day O'Connor.
Watched the indictment of Lewis "Scooter" Libby, the Chief of Staff for the Vice President of the United States on charges of perjury and obstruction of justice.
Mourned the death of Peter Jennings--one of the truly great journalists and news anchors of my lifetime.
Mourned the death of Pope John Paul II--one of the truly marvelous religious and political figures of my life time.
Watched the selection and coronation of Pope Benedict XVI-- God's "rottweiler" has now become the German Shepherd. And time will tell...indeed.
Mourned the death of more than 2000 uniformed service personnel who have answered the call of the Commander in Chief--whether rightly or wrongly.
Celebrated the CHICAGO WHITE SOX as the 2005 World Series Champions in Baseball--the first time in 88 years!
It's been quite a year. And when it's all said and done, what will all this mean to us?
Time will tell, I'm sure.
The end of an era: PETRA retires...
Petra Retires
Christian Rock Pioneers Say Goodbye After 33 Strong Years
Nashville, TN - After 33 years of music and ministry, Christian rock pioneer PETRA will come to a close. December 2005 will mark the end to a ministry that has boldly and consistently proclaimed the gospel in the United States and abroad. The decision to retire the band was mutual by all members.
"It has been a privilege and honor to represent our Savior and participate in His Great Commission. We have nothing but thanks to God for all He has done," says PETRA founder, guitarist and primary songwriter Bob Hartman.
"God used PETRA in my life in so many ways, as He did in so many other lives," says lead singer since 1986, John Schlitt. "I am truly thankful for having been part of PETRA. We've had a good long run and have seen so much. We've seen God's hand at work in our music on every continent and in every language," he says.
The band has impacted generations of musicians and fans alike over the years with over seven million CDs sold, four Grammy Awards, 10 Dove Awards and an induction into the Gospel Music Hall of Fame. PETRA, initially formed in 1972 by Hartman on vocals and guitars, paved the way for the rock genre perhaps more than any other in the Christian music industry. Though a rotating cast of musicians comprised PETRA's lineup over the years, the band is closing 2005 strong with over 20 albums to its credit, the latest being the 2003 Grammy-nominated Jekyll & Hyde.
At present, Schlitt and Hartman have made no immediate plans for the future.
"I'm not sure what the future will bring for me," says Schlitt, "but when God chooses to show us His will, then we just go in faith and walk in faith toward Him. He has never let us down, and He never will."
There are currently talks of a live album or box set to release in the future. Final PETRA tours in the United States and Europe are in the planning stages. There will be no further concerts booked after this year.
"PETRA has always been one of the biggest names in Christian rock," says Inpop Records President Wes Campbell. "PETRA's contributions to our industry are innumerable, and the band was very instrumental in the beginning stages of newsboys career. We are honored to have supported PETRA in its ministry and music," he says.
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Taken from their website : http://www.petraband.com/
One of their greatest songs, in my opinion became popular when I was a teenager (back in the late 70s). It is taken from Romans Chapter Eight. The title, "Why Should the Father Bother"
Why should the Father Bother to call us His children?
Why should the Spirit Hear it when we pray?
Why should the Father Bother to be concerned with all our needs?
It's all because of what the Son has done.
Once we were lost out on the ocean
With no direction or devotion
Tossed about by every wind and wave
Now we are in the world, not of it,
And we can surely rise above it
Because the Lord has risen from the grave!
And we cry, 'Abba, Father'
'Abba, Father', 'Abba, Father'
'Abba, Father', 'Abba, Father'
'Abba, Father'
Once were strangers from the promise
We were doubters worse than Thomas
'Til the Spirit opened up our eyes
Now He has offered us adoption
And we have taken up the option
To be His family eternally!
Thank you PETRA for ministering to my heart multitudes of times through the last 30+ years. Only Heaven will reveal how the Father used you to speak His truth to me.
Christian Rock Pioneers Say Goodbye After 33 Strong Years
Nashville, TN - After 33 years of music and ministry, Christian rock pioneer PETRA will come to a close. December 2005 will mark the end to a ministry that has boldly and consistently proclaimed the gospel in the United States and abroad. The decision to retire the band was mutual by all members.
"It has been a privilege and honor to represent our Savior and participate in His Great Commission. We have nothing but thanks to God for all He has done," says PETRA founder, guitarist and primary songwriter Bob Hartman.
"God used PETRA in my life in so many ways, as He did in so many other lives," says lead singer since 1986, John Schlitt. "I am truly thankful for having been part of PETRA. We've had a good long run and have seen so much. We've seen God's hand at work in our music on every continent and in every language," he says.
The band has impacted generations of musicians and fans alike over the years with over seven million CDs sold, four Grammy Awards, 10 Dove Awards and an induction into the Gospel Music Hall of Fame. PETRA, initially formed in 1972 by Hartman on vocals and guitars, paved the way for the rock genre perhaps more than any other in the Christian music industry. Though a rotating cast of musicians comprised PETRA's lineup over the years, the band is closing 2005 strong with over 20 albums to its credit, the latest being the 2003 Grammy-nominated Jekyll & Hyde.
At present, Schlitt and Hartman have made no immediate plans for the future.
"I'm not sure what the future will bring for me," says Schlitt, "but when God chooses to show us His will, then we just go in faith and walk in faith toward Him. He has never let us down, and He never will."
There are currently talks of a live album or box set to release in the future. Final PETRA tours in the United States and Europe are in the planning stages. There will be no further concerts booked after this year.
"PETRA has always been one of the biggest names in Christian rock," says Inpop Records President Wes Campbell. "PETRA's contributions to our industry are innumerable, and the band was very instrumental in the beginning stages of newsboys career. We are honored to have supported PETRA in its ministry and music," he says.
_____________________________
Taken from their website : http://www.petraband.com/
One of their greatest songs, in my opinion became popular when I was a teenager (back in the late 70s). It is taken from Romans Chapter Eight. The title, "Why Should the Father Bother"
Why should the Father Bother to call us His children?
Why should the Spirit Hear it when we pray?
Why should the Father Bother to be concerned with all our needs?
It's all because of what the Son has done.
Once we were lost out on the ocean
With no direction or devotion
Tossed about by every wind and wave
Now we are in the world, not of it,
And we can surely rise above it
Because the Lord has risen from the grave!
And we cry, 'Abba, Father'
'Abba, Father', 'Abba, Father'
'Abba, Father', 'Abba, Father'
'Abba, Father'
Once were strangers from the promise
We were doubters worse than Thomas
'Til the Spirit opened up our eyes
Now He has offered us adoption
And we have taken up the option
To be His family eternally!
Thank you PETRA for ministering to my heart multitudes of times through the last 30+ years. Only Heaven will reveal how the Father used you to speak His truth to me.
An 'Uphill Climb"
My great friend singer/songwriter Janet Paschal has battled breast cancer this year. I've posted updates on her a few times here. And according to her website, it seems like she has "beaten" it. Praise, Praise! (www.janetpaschal.com)
In one of her latest recordings, she sings a song that she and Joel Lindsey wrote, entitled Uphill Climb. Here are the words:
She's sitting by the window when he walks into the room
Holding twelve red roses in full bloom
He puts them in her arms and says, "I love you so..
Happy Anniversary from sixty years ago..."
She turns to softly ask him for his name..
A tear rolls down his check and then he whispers it again...
Sometimes love is an uphill climb
It's a lonely road to follow
It's a heavy load to bear
Sometimes love is very patient and kind,
But sometimes love is an uphill climb.
He made it look so easy, he made his coaches proud
He played his best and stood out from the crowd.
They gave him every honor
The highest to be had..
And he'd run home excited to show his Dad..
But some things he would learn to live without..
Because love just wasn't something his father talked about.
Sometimes love is an uphill climb
It's a lonely road to follow
It's a heavy load to bear.
Sometimes love is very patient and kind,
But sometimes love is an uphill climb.
Winners and losers,
The used and the users at the edge of the town
Fathers and mothers, sons and brothers
gathering around...
Some were there to mock the Stranger
Some were there to mourn the loss
But everybody watched as He picked up the wooden cross.
Sometimes love is an uphill climb....
(2004 by Maplesong Music/ASCAP).
Janet got it right....because God showed us His great love....by coming to live among us, and showing us what "life" really is like. He then climbed a hill--and gave us the eternal opportunity to really live.
We can do no less.
Blessings this day.
In one of her latest recordings, she sings a song that she and Joel Lindsey wrote, entitled Uphill Climb. Here are the words:
She's sitting by the window when he walks into the room
Holding twelve red roses in full bloom
He puts them in her arms and says, "I love you so..
Happy Anniversary from sixty years ago..."
She turns to softly ask him for his name..
A tear rolls down his check and then he whispers it again...
Sometimes love is an uphill climb
It's a lonely road to follow
It's a heavy load to bear
Sometimes love is very patient and kind,
But sometimes love is an uphill climb.
He made it look so easy, he made his coaches proud
He played his best and stood out from the crowd.
They gave him every honor
The highest to be had..
And he'd run home excited to show his Dad..
But some things he would learn to live without..
Because love just wasn't something his father talked about.
Sometimes love is an uphill climb
It's a lonely road to follow
It's a heavy load to bear.
Sometimes love is very patient and kind,
But sometimes love is an uphill climb.
Winners and losers,
The used and the users at the edge of the town
Fathers and mothers, sons and brothers
gathering around...
Some were there to mock the Stranger
Some were there to mourn the loss
But everybody watched as He picked up the wooden cross.
Sometimes love is an uphill climb....
(2004 by Maplesong Music/ASCAP).
Janet got it right....because God showed us His great love....by coming to live among us, and showing us what "life" really is like. He then climbed a hill--and gave us the eternal opportunity to really live.
We can do no less.
Blessings this day.
I'm thankful.....
For a loving, ever-merciful Heavenly Father who continually shows me what "real love" looks like--through His children.
For wonderful friends--all over the world--who continually humble me when they call me "brother" and "friend."
For a precious grandmother--now in heaven--who loved me enough to make sure that I had a home, and when others abandoned me (as a small child) took me in, and raised me.
For a great job...a wonderful boss, and some of the most fun people I've ever worked with. Coyne American Institute is a truly great company here in Chicago (www.coyneamerican.edu)
For peace of mind, and stillness of heart---even when both have been shattered by outward circumstances.
For David, Michael, Timothy, Stephanie, Phil Jr, Christian, Sarah, Jonathan, Matthew, Mitch and Lisa, Kevin and Monica, Dianne, Kyella and Glenn. These people are so very precious to me...even though I've not given their last names. They are a small representation of many, many more people who mean the world to me.
For a wonderful home that I can now call my own.
For the promise of Christ to never leave me alone. I depend on that daily.
For Dr R Hollis Gause is my "father" in so many ways. He will never know how much he means to me.
For Reverend Leonard Kendrick--a friend for more than 30 years--who is also a father to me in so many ways. God knew that I would need more than one.
So what are you thankful for?
For wonderful friends--all over the world--who continually humble me when they call me "brother" and "friend."
For a precious grandmother--now in heaven--who loved me enough to make sure that I had a home, and when others abandoned me (as a small child) took me in, and raised me.
For a great job...a wonderful boss, and some of the most fun people I've ever worked with. Coyne American Institute is a truly great company here in Chicago (www.coyneamerican.edu)
For peace of mind, and stillness of heart---even when both have been shattered by outward circumstances.
For David, Michael, Timothy, Stephanie, Phil Jr, Christian, Sarah, Jonathan, Matthew, Mitch and Lisa, Kevin and Monica, Dianne, Kyella and Glenn. These people are so very precious to me...even though I've not given their last names. They are a small representation of many, many more people who mean the world to me.
For a wonderful home that I can now call my own.
For the promise of Christ to never leave me alone. I depend on that daily.
For Dr R Hollis Gause is my "father" in so many ways. He will never know how much he means to me.
For Reverend Leonard Kendrick--a friend for more than 30 years--who is also a father to me in so many ways. God knew that I would need more than one.
So what are you thankful for?
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