I was sitting in the Pritzker Pavilion of Millenium Park here in Chicago last night, waiting for the free concert to begin. I was reading through the Metro section of the Chicago Tribune, when I was stunned by what I saw.
There was a large picture of my friend Sarah Western (not sure of her married name, and I don't have the article with me here at the computer) in the Obituary section of the paper.
Sarah was a precious sister in Christ. She and I met when she started attending Chicago Tabernacle (my former home church) about four years ago. Her first time was on a Thursday night during the prayer meeting.
A few weeks later, Sarah let the congregation know that she had breast cancer, and this church prayed for her, regularly and continually.
I can remember Sarah coming to Sunday morning worship with her "head wrap" on because of the chemotherapy/radiation had taken her hair, and would always be one of the most loving and gracious people in the meeting.
I also remember how Sarah gave a brief testimony on New Year's Eve 2005 as to how the Lord was working in her life, and how the cancer was in remission at the time.
A few months later, this dreaded disease returned--this time to her liver and spleen.
The last time I actually had a chance to sit down and talk with Sarah was some ten months ago when she and I went to lunch after a Sunday morning service, with another friend of ours. Sarah was telling us how she had met this great guy, and how she was beginning to fall in love with him. We were thrilled for her. (And secretly I was jealous of the guy, because he was getting such a GREAT woman). I distinctly remember Sarah saying, "Phil, he dances with me, and that is such a dream come true. I've always wanted a man who will dance with me."
A few months later these two were married. This brave and gentle man married one of the most special people I've ever met. He also knew what he was getting into, and the Lord blest their brief, but profound marriage.
Now Sarah has gone on to be with the Lord Jesus who she loved and worshipped. I'm saddened. I feel a tremendous loss right now.
I'll attend the memorial service this Sunday afternoon for her.
She has seen "the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living." She is "really living" now.
Looking Around....
I was talking to a friend who lives in Somerset, Kentucky the other day. Actually I was calling to wish one of his family members a "Happy Birthday." This man is just a wonderful, gentle and gracious person in every sense of the word.
I wonder just what folks would say about "me" behind my back?
And I know that I am probably not alone, when I wonder such endless things.
What do you think others say about you behind your back?
I wonder just what folks would say about "me" behind my back?
And I know that I am probably not alone, when I wonder such endless things.
What do you think others say about you behind your back?
A warning to some "neighbors."
As most of us have been watching the crisis in the Middle East (and then we ask, "when hasn't there been a crisis in the Middle East?"), it seems as though the tensions are just getting hotter and hotter.
The United States invasion and subsequent overthrow of Iraq, and our continuing presence there has caused more than one eyebrow to be raised--both here and there.
Now Hezbollah and Hamas have made the tragic mistake of capturing/kidnapping Israeli soldiers while they were performing their professional duties.
Bad mistake. Bad, bad mistake!
When Israel acts, it doesn't have to ask anyone's opinion--and usually doesn't want anyone's opinions. Just ask the Lebanonese.
Now I'm not so pro-Israel that I can't disagree with some of the military and political/economic decisions the ruling government has made over their 58-year history. But Israel has the absolute right to protect itself, period.
The Palestinians, Iranians, Syrians, and anyone else who would want to "destroy" Israel should be watching, and taking some careful notes.
You had better think twice before you mess with Prime Minister Ohlmert's military.
Make that three times. Or more.
Should Iran or Syria decide they want to attack Israel, I have no doubt in my mind that Ohlmert would waste precious few seconds making the world's largest parking lot out of either one or both nations. And no smart nation would get in their way either.
It's that serious. The Israeliss have practiced far more restraint than anyone in the "neighborhood" has any right to expect---for the last 58 years. When school buses are blown up by suicide bombers, people are executed because they are Jewish, and all sorts of other atrocities--many times over the last 58 years. These people have every right to national security, without the fear of some rogue nation wanting to wipe them off the face of the earth.
In the meantime, we really do need to "pray for the peace of Jerusalem."
And the rest of the Middle East.
The United States invasion and subsequent overthrow of Iraq, and our continuing presence there has caused more than one eyebrow to be raised--both here and there.
Now Hezbollah and Hamas have made the tragic mistake of capturing/kidnapping Israeli soldiers while they were performing their professional duties.
Bad mistake. Bad, bad mistake!
When Israel acts, it doesn't have to ask anyone's opinion--and usually doesn't want anyone's opinions. Just ask the Lebanonese.
Now I'm not so pro-Israel that I can't disagree with some of the military and political/economic decisions the ruling government has made over their 58-year history. But Israel has the absolute right to protect itself, period.
The Palestinians, Iranians, Syrians, and anyone else who would want to "destroy" Israel should be watching, and taking some careful notes.
You had better think twice before you mess with Prime Minister Ohlmert's military.
Make that three times. Or more.
Should Iran or Syria decide they want to attack Israel, I have no doubt in my mind that Ohlmert would waste precious few seconds making the world's largest parking lot out of either one or both nations. And no smart nation would get in their way either.
It's that serious. The Israeliss have practiced far more restraint than anyone in the "neighborhood" has any right to expect---for the last 58 years. When school buses are blown up by suicide bombers, people are executed because they are Jewish, and all sorts of other atrocities--many times over the last 58 years. These people have every right to national security, without the fear of some rogue nation wanting to wipe them off the face of the earth.
In the meantime, we really do need to "pray for the peace of Jerusalem."
And the rest of the Middle East.
She's my HERO...
My sister Cynthia (who now goes by "Cindy") Elmore. She's my hero. Here's why:
1) She grew up with a severe speech impediment, but through alot of hard work with a therapist and the healing hand of the Lord, she speaks as clear as a bell now.
2) She married a wonderful man (Scott Elmore) whom I knew when he was just a snotty-nosed kid running about our neighborhood. His older brother Danny was/is one of my best friends.
3) She has completely committed her life to the Lord Jesus Christ. This family are devoted members of their local church, and are committed to raising their two children (Chelsea and Caleb) in the fear of the Lord.
4) She is the mother of two wonderful children: my precious niece Chelsea, and my rambunctuous nephew Caleb. I love them both dearly.
Cynthia is a loving woman, and has been teaching school now for almost twenty years. She has overcome obstacles that would have crippled most people.
And she's done it with grace, dignity, class, and charm. I love her dearly. She continually tells me that I am her hero.
But really, if the truth be told:
She is my hero!
1) She grew up with a severe speech impediment, but through alot of hard work with a therapist and the healing hand of the Lord, she speaks as clear as a bell now.
2) She married a wonderful man (Scott Elmore) whom I knew when he was just a snotty-nosed kid running about our neighborhood. His older brother Danny was/is one of my best friends.
3) She has completely committed her life to the Lord Jesus Christ. This family are devoted members of their local church, and are committed to raising their two children (Chelsea and Caleb) in the fear of the Lord.
4) She is the mother of two wonderful children: my precious niece Chelsea, and my rambunctuous nephew Caleb. I love them both dearly.
Cynthia is a loving woman, and has been teaching school now for almost twenty years. She has overcome obstacles that would have crippled most people.
And she's done it with grace, dignity, class, and charm. I love her dearly. She continually tells me that I am her hero.
But really, if the truth be told:
She is my hero!
So what does it mean to be "a community of saints"?
Eight years ago (May 1998) I had the wonderful privilege of studying at the Nazarene Theological Seminary (www.nts.edu) in Kansas City for a short summer session. The professor for this class was then-Pastor of Pasadena First Church of the Nazarene (CA) Dr Stephen A Green. The course was entitled "Pastoral Implications of the Gospel Narratives." It was a marvelous class.
Pastor Green said so many "profound" things during that week, but something has stuck in my mind ever since. Actually several things have "stuck" in my mind, but this one in particular:
"Is your local church a collection of individuals, or a community of saints?"
Now some eight years later, that question is still as valid as when it was originally asked.
I've been marvelously blest to worship in some of the "finest" and "largest" congregations here in the United States, as well as some of the largest in the world. It is a blessing and privilege that I've not taken lightly. But looking back, I do have some questions about the "church" as we know it today.
First, "What does it mean to a congregation to be a 'community of believers' in their locale?"
Second, "Which is more important to those 'leading' the congregation: To be a leader, or to be a shepherd?"
Third, "How do we help people get involved in the lives of their fellow believers in the congregation?"
Finally, "What are the trademarks of your local church?"
So what say ye?
Pastor Green said so many "profound" things during that week, but something has stuck in my mind ever since. Actually several things have "stuck" in my mind, but this one in particular:
"Is your local church a collection of individuals, or a community of saints?"
Now some eight years later, that question is still as valid as when it was originally asked.
I've been marvelously blest to worship in some of the "finest" and "largest" congregations here in the United States, as well as some of the largest in the world. It is a blessing and privilege that I've not taken lightly. But looking back, I do have some questions about the "church" as we know it today.
First, "What does it mean to a congregation to be a 'community of believers' in their locale?"
Second, "Which is more important to those 'leading' the congregation: To be a leader, or to be a shepherd?"
Third, "How do we help people get involved in the lives of their fellow believers in the congregation?"
Finally, "What are the trademarks of your local church?"
So what say ye?
Some things never change....
I was just reading a post from my friend Travis Johnson (down in the Miami area) @ www.pastortrav.blogspot.com where he was talking about moving for the fifth time in four years.
I feel for you Trav...I really do!
But I was also meditating on those things that never really change:
1) God's love for us. Regardless of where we go, what we do, or how long we remain aloof, we can always know that GOD WILL LOVE US. He may not always condone what we are doing, but His love for us is unchanging. Even when we walk away from Him, and refuse to live in His reality. Even if we decide to spend eternity in hell--He still loves us.
2) Jesus Christ is the only way to God the Father. Now here is where I will "part ways" with many of my friends. I believe and cling to the claims of Jesus Christ, when He said, "No man comes to the Father, except through Me." Jesus is both inclusive and exclusive. He is inclusive when He said, "He who comes to Me, I will in no wise cast out"--forgive my King James English please--and His word is true. He is exclusive, because we cannot get to His Father unless we come through Him.
3) Heaven is a real place for real people. Some people in some churches in some places never sing about Heaven anymore. They never preach about Heaven anymore, and they never even mention Heaven anymore. Why? Is it because "Heaven" really doesn't exist, or is it because we are so satisfied here that we aren't longing to go "there"? My Bible still tells me that Heaven is a real place for real people. Or as the old country Baptist preacher used to say, "Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people." Sorta hard to prepare for something you never hear about, isn't it? Heaven is real!
I feel for you Trav...I really do!
But I was also meditating on those things that never really change:
1) God's love for us. Regardless of where we go, what we do, or how long we remain aloof, we can always know that GOD WILL LOVE US. He may not always condone what we are doing, but His love for us is unchanging. Even when we walk away from Him, and refuse to live in His reality. Even if we decide to spend eternity in hell--He still loves us.
2) Jesus Christ is the only way to God the Father. Now here is where I will "part ways" with many of my friends. I believe and cling to the claims of Jesus Christ, when He said, "No man comes to the Father, except through Me." Jesus is both inclusive and exclusive. He is inclusive when He said, "He who comes to Me, I will in no wise cast out"--forgive my King James English please--and His word is true. He is exclusive, because we cannot get to His Father unless we come through Him.
3) Heaven is a real place for real people. Some people in some churches in some places never sing about Heaven anymore. They never preach about Heaven anymore, and they never even mention Heaven anymore. Why? Is it because "Heaven" really doesn't exist, or is it because we are so satisfied here that we aren't longing to go "there"? My Bible still tells me that Heaven is a real place for real people. Or as the old country Baptist preacher used to say, "Heaven is a prepared place for a prepared people." Sorta hard to prepare for something you never hear about, isn't it? Heaven is real!
Another saint on the other side...
Luther Neeley isn't a household name.
Unless you are his child or grandchild. Or in my case, his step-grandson.
Papa (as he was affectionately called by many of us) was a gentle soul. Always full of laughter, a good word for everybody, and just a good man.
His daughter Marie is my stepmom...and I affectionately call her "mom" for many reasons.
The last time I saw Papa Neeley was three months ago, and he was lying in a hospital bed in Huntsville, Alabama. He wasn't able to be funny, or to speak. I'm not even sure he knew I was there.
Monday night, Papa Neeley crossed over to the "glory world."
That same Christ whom he loved and served for most of his life--he is now worshipping eternally.
He is free, whole, and eternally secured in the presence of our Lord Jesus.
He will be missed. But we wouldn't want to bring him back.
And he wouldn't want to come back.
Unless you are his child or grandchild. Or in my case, his step-grandson.
Papa (as he was affectionately called by many of us) was a gentle soul. Always full of laughter, a good word for everybody, and just a good man.
His daughter Marie is my stepmom...and I affectionately call her "mom" for many reasons.
The last time I saw Papa Neeley was three months ago, and he was lying in a hospital bed in Huntsville, Alabama. He wasn't able to be funny, or to speak. I'm not even sure he knew I was there.
Monday night, Papa Neeley crossed over to the "glory world."
That same Christ whom he loved and served for most of his life--he is now worshipping eternally.
He is free, whole, and eternally secured in the presence of our Lord Jesus.
He will be missed. But we wouldn't want to bring him back.
And he wouldn't want to come back.
More from the "I've learned" Department.....
I've learned that even the happiest people have down days.
I've learned that whenever I'm in a big hurry, the person in front of me usually isn't.
I've learned that you should never confuse "success" with "usefulness."
I've learned that good manners can open more doors than strong arms.
I've learned that no one can make homemade biscuits like my Grandmother Hoover could.
I've learned that whatever I love to do, I do well.
I've learned that God is good--even when I'm not sure about some of His actions.
I've learned that whenever I'm in a big hurry, the person in front of me usually isn't.
I've learned that you should never confuse "success" with "usefulness."
I've learned that good manners can open more doors than strong arms.
I've learned that no one can make homemade biscuits like my Grandmother Hoover could.
I've learned that whatever I love to do, I do well.
I've learned that God is good--even when I'm not sure about some of His actions.
A few people in life....
make such an impression on you that you don't ever want to lose track of them.
But actually in my life, those "few" have become quite a few.
Actually--a lot of people are now in that category.
I have "reconnected" with one such person today.
Matthew Foster--my friend in Indiana.
Matt and I became pals more than 20 years ago in college in southeatern Tennessee. He is originally from the Midwest, and me....I'm just a genteel southern boy.
Or at least I used to be.
I've not heard from Matt now for almost four years--and have often prayed for him, his wife Deb, and their two children--even though I had no idea where they were.
Well, I got a "funny email" from Matthew today. I called him immediately, and we laughed until I almost cried. He had sent the email less than 5 minutes before I picked up the phone and called him.
Matt Foster is one of a kind. He has always opened his hand, his home, and his heart to me. I've always felt that I was part of the family. He's the kind of brother that I always wanted---well on some days at least.
Precious memories do indeed flood my mind when I think about some of those great, great friends that I've been blest of the Lord to have in my life.
Matt is just one among many. But he is a very special "one" to me.
And since I know he is reading this, I can say: It's my blog, and I'll write about whomever I want to write about, okay?
Go ahead, sue me.
But actually in my life, those "few" have become quite a few.
Actually--a lot of people are now in that category.
I have "reconnected" with one such person today.
Matthew Foster--my friend in Indiana.
Matt and I became pals more than 20 years ago in college in southeatern Tennessee. He is originally from the Midwest, and me....I'm just a genteel southern boy.
Or at least I used to be.
I've not heard from Matt now for almost four years--and have often prayed for him, his wife Deb, and their two children--even though I had no idea where they were.
Well, I got a "funny email" from Matthew today. I called him immediately, and we laughed until I almost cried. He had sent the email less than 5 minutes before I picked up the phone and called him.
Matt Foster is one of a kind. He has always opened his hand, his home, and his heart to me. I've always felt that I was part of the family. He's the kind of brother that I always wanted---well on some days at least.
Precious memories do indeed flood my mind when I think about some of those great, great friends that I've been blest of the Lord to have in my life.
Matt is just one among many. But he is a very special "one" to me.
And since I know he is reading this, I can say: It's my blog, and I'll write about whomever I want to write about, okay?
Go ahead, sue me.
Eight months ago today...
I resigned my membership at Chicago Tabernacle, where I had worshipped (in many ways) God for more than three years. When I say "in many ways"--I mean more than just "lifting my hands and singing a chorus"--because worshipping God is so much more than just that.
I resigned my membership in a congregation that I dearly loved for several reasons:
1) I was betrayed by the senior leadership of the congregation--namely the Senior Pastor. Whether the betrayal was intentional or not, it was nonetheless a betrayal.
2) I was falsely accused of things that I had not done or intended to do--and the accusers were then, and are to this day anonymous to me. I still don't know their identities.
3) I was being treated as though I had "no value" unless of course I was doing some type of "busy work at the church." The only time I had "value" in the opinion of the leadership was when I was performing some type of "activity" at the church.
I'm still recovering from those three years. I loved the congregation, and loved the leadership of the congregation. I deeply and sincerely felt that God had led me there when it was still a smaller congregation--and still feel that He wanted me there.
But how much neglect and abuse does a believer have to endure before they say "enough"? I'm not a "high maintenance" member--not by a long shot, but I also know when I am being "abused by neglect."
And then, when I submitted my resignation to the Senior Pastor, I was eventually contacted (two days later) and called some very unkind names, such as "coward" "flake" "harrasser" "manipulator" just to mention a few.
None of which, if you ask those people close to me, have ever been true. Of course when the same person who calls the names claims to "not know anything about you" on more than occasion (in conversation with him) then you wonder about their integrity.
And now, eight months to the day, I've still not heard from the pastor of the church--and he's seen me at least three times since then. He's had the chance to speak to me, but hasn't done so.
So I wonder how much I "really meant" to the church after all?
I guess I've just seen how toxic the situation really was--and now I'm detoxing from it all. There's alot more that can be said, but I'm not sure that it would benefit anyone or anything.
Hopefully I've learned from this very painful experience.
May God have mercy on us all.
I resigned my membership in a congregation that I dearly loved for several reasons:
1) I was betrayed by the senior leadership of the congregation--namely the Senior Pastor. Whether the betrayal was intentional or not, it was nonetheless a betrayal.
2) I was falsely accused of things that I had not done or intended to do--and the accusers were then, and are to this day anonymous to me. I still don't know their identities.
3) I was being treated as though I had "no value" unless of course I was doing some type of "busy work at the church." The only time I had "value" in the opinion of the leadership was when I was performing some type of "activity" at the church.
I'm still recovering from those three years. I loved the congregation, and loved the leadership of the congregation. I deeply and sincerely felt that God had led me there when it was still a smaller congregation--and still feel that He wanted me there.
But how much neglect and abuse does a believer have to endure before they say "enough"? I'm not a "high maintenance" member--not by a long shot, but I also know when I am being "abused by neglect."
And then, when I submitted my resignation to the Senior Pastor, I was eventually contacted (two days later) and called some very unkind names, such as "coward" "flake" "harrasser" "manipulator" just to mention a few.
None of which, if you ask those people close to me, have ever been true. Of course when the same person who calls the names claims to "not know anything about you" on more than occasion (in conversation with him) then you wonder about their integrity.
And now, eight months to the day, I've still not heard from the pastor of the church--and he's seen me at least three times since then. He's had the chance to speak to me, but hasn't done so.
So I wonder how much I "really meant" to the church after all?
I guess I've just seen how toxic the situation really was--and now I'm detoxing from it all. There's alot more that can be said, but I'm not sure that it would benefit anyone or anything.
Hopefully I've learned from this very painful experience.
May God have mercy on us all.
From "Bonds of Iron"
A key element to friendships is being vulnerable. Most men, however, are afraid to draw near to others and be vulnerable. Ironically, we don't realize our fears nor our distance. Our communication is shallow: all the while we believe that it is deep and meaningful. We go through the motions with other people. We repeat our stock answers:
'How are you?'
'Not bad. How 'bout yourself?'
'OK.'
'That's great. Anything new?'
'Nope.'
Psychologist Joel Block questioned eight hundred men about friendships and discovered that men are frightened of one another. We fear most the harsh judgments of our brothers in Christ. Being competent has been drilled into us. As a result, it is extremely difficult for us to reach out to one another, to be vulnerable, to ask for help. And yet, the true friend is one with whom you can be vulnerable. Many men say they don't feel 'safe.'
But if we are truly friends, we are safe. We're safe because the promise we make to each other as friends, and the faithfulness and loyalty we use to maintain that promise keeps us safe. And yet people are anxious about being honest and revealing what really is going on inside.
We are vulnerable to the degree that we feel safe. And we feel safe to the degree to which people through time have kept their promises to us. Those who have been severely abused as children or who have had trusts betrayed (adults or children) in the past will find it very difficult to be vulnerable. Yet all men have some fear of being vulnerable. Finding safety in godly relationships is essential for friendships."
--From Bonds of Iron: Forging Lasting Male Relationships James Osterhaus, Ph.D
(Chicago, Moody Press 1994,) pg 60-1, "How Friendships Work."
'How are you?'
'Not bad. How 'bout yourself?'
'OK.'
'That's great. Anything new?'
'Nope.'
Psychologist Joel Block questioned eight hundred men about friendships and discovered that men are frightened of one another. We fear most the harsh judgments of our brothers in Christ. Being competent has been drilled into us. As a result, it is extremely difficult for us to reach out to one another, to be vulnerable, to ask for help. And yet, the true friend is one with whom you can be vulnerable. Many men say they don't feel 'safe.'
But if we are truly friends, we are safe. We're safe because the promise we make to each other as friends, and the faithfulness and loyalty we use to maintain that promise keeps us safe. And yet people are anxious about being honest and revealing what really is going on inside.
We are vulnerable to the degree that we feel safe. And we feel safe to the degree to which people through time have kept their promises to us. Those who have been severely abused as children or who have had trusts betrayed (adults or children) in the past will find it very difficult to be vulnerable. Yet all men have some fear of being vulnerable. Finding safety in godly relationships is essential for friendships."
--From Bonds of Iron: Forging Lasting Male Relationships James Osterhaus, Ph.D
(Chicago, Moody Press 1994,) pg 60-1, "How Friendships Work."
Angry Immigrants....
The July 4, 2006 edition of the Chicago Tribune had a front page story about "immigrants" in the city who are anxious, fearful, and some even angry about the recent backlash towards "immigrants" in this country. Many of the people who were mentioned are now learning to speak English, taking citizenship classes, and "becoming Americans" in every sense of the word.
Here's the letter that I sent to the Tribune's editor a few minutes ago:
I read, with great interest, your FRONT page story (July 4) about all the immigrants who have decided that it's time to become citizens of this nation and to learn to speak English. What a novel idea! Good for them, and it's about time.
I have zero-sympathy for anyone who comes to this country--for a better way of life--and then refuses to learn the prevailing language (that would be English, for now), and to become a citizen of this nation. If you do not want to become a citizen of this country, or better yet, learn English and make a better way of life for yourself, I only have one question: Why did you come to the United States in the first place?
I know many people who have come to this nation--and Chicago in particular--who have learned the language (and insisted their children also learn English), and have become hardworking, taxpaying citizens of this great nation--in record time. If they can do it, so can all the "others." Spend more time learning the language and preparing for citizenship, instead of marching in the streets and complaining about how "unfair" America is. If we are so "unfair" why do you stay here?
The only person in your story that might garner any sympathy from me was the elderly Asian woman in her late 70s who is worried about medical benefits. But then again, how long has she lived here in the USA?
Yes, we are a nation of "immigrants"--but we are also a nation of immigrants who have learned the prevailing language, and have become tax-paying, voting citizens of this great country.
If you do not want to become an American, please don't take up permanent space in this nation.
What say ye?
Here's the letter that I sent to the Tribune's editor a few minutes ago:
I read, with great interest, your FRONT page story (July 4) about all the immigrants who have decided that it's time to become citizens of this nation and to learn to speak English. What a novel idea! Good for them, and it's about time.
I have zero-sympathy for anyone who comes to this country--for a better way of life--and then refuses to learn the prevailing language (that would be English, for now), and to become a citizen of this nation. If you do not want to become a citizen of this country, or better yet, learn English and make a better way of life for yourself, I only have one question: Why did you come to the United States in the first place?
I know many people who have come to this nation--and Chicago in particular--who have learned the language (and insisted their children also learn English), and have become hardworking, taxpaying citizens of this great nation--in record time. If they can do it, so can all the "others." Spend more time learning the language and preparing for citizenship, instead of marching in the streets and complaining about how "unfair" America is. If we are so "unfair" why do you stay here?
The only person in your story that might garner any sympathy from me was the elderly Asian woman in her late 70s who is worried about medical benefits. But then again, how long has she lived here in the USA?
Yes, we are a nation of "immigrants"--but we are also a nation of immigrants who have learned the prevailing language, and have become tax-paying, voting citizens of this great country.
If you do not want to become an American, please don't take up permanent space in this nation.
What say ye?
So what is REALLY important to.....?
Saturday, July 1st, I had the "day off." And when I say the "day off"--I had nothing planned that "had to be done."
Other than the normal stuff to be done at home, I really had the day to myself and was looking forward to it very much.
I did some basic household chores, some launddry, and some grocery shopping.
Later on Saturday evening, I was reading my Bible, and just relaxing some before I prepared for Sunday's activities, and then off to sleep.
It seemed as though I heard the Holy Spirit inquire within my heart: "Phil, what is really important to you?"
What an odd question---or so I thought at the time. What is "really important" to me is alot of "stuff." And therein lies the problem.
It's all "stuff."
My job, my home, my finances, my activities.....it's all stuff.
None of this is really "eternal." It's just stuff.
But yet, the God of all creation wanted to ask me personally, "What's is really important to you?"
And I'm still trying to discover what my answer really is to Him.
I could say alot of things, but I really want to know what is truth. What is "important" to me?
I'm still thinking on this one. I"m sure that I will be for a long time.
Other than the normal stuff to be done at home, I really had the day to myself and was looking forward to it very much.
I did some basic household chores, some launddry, and some grocery shopping.
Later on Saturday evening, I was reading my Bible, and just relaxing some before I prepared for Sunday's activities, and then off to sleep.
It seemed as though I heard the Holy Spirit inquire within my heart: "Phil, what is really important to you?"
What an odd question---or so I thought at the time. What is "really important" to me is alot of "stuff." And therein lies the problem.
It's all "stuff."
My job, my home, my finances, my activities.....it's all stuff.
None of this is really "eternal." It's just stuff.
But yet, the God of all creation wanted to ask me personally, "What's is really important to you?"
And I'm still trying to discover what my answer really is to Him.
I could say alot of things, but I really want to know what is truth. What is "important" to me?
I'm still thinking on this one. I"m sure that I will be for a long time.
I'll miss you CHARLIE GIBSON....
Right now I am watching the final hour of "Good Morning America" with Charles Gibson as one of the three co-anchors of the wildly popular morning show.
Charlie has been on GMA now for almost 19 years, off and on. I think I have watched him most of those years....and he's been just magnificent.
But now Mr Gibson will be the anchor of "World News Tonite"--filling a seat that the legendary Peter Jennings so ably filled for many years. Charlie has those same very special qualities and graces that Jennings so marvelously communicated to his faithful audience day after day.
Diane Sawyer and Robin Roberts are very close to tears on this morning. They are losing their "morning partner" who embraces the world every morning with them.
Mr Gibson has been "my friend" now for a long time, even though we've never met in person. I'll be one of his "faithful" disciples every chance I'll get on World News Tonite". Charlie grew up in Evanston, Illinois--a near north suburb of Chicago, here I live.
So I guess we do have a connection.
Charlie, I'll miss you every morning. And so will the rest of the world.
But I'll see you around 5:30 p.m. Monday through Friday.
And I'll always admire you.
Charlie has been on GMA now for almost 19 years, off and on. I think I have watched him most of those years....and he's been just magnificent.
But now Mr Gibson will be the anchor of "World News Tonite"--filling a seat that the legendary Peter Jennings so ably filled for many years. Charlie has those same very special qualities and graces that Jennings so marvelously communicated to his faithful audience day after day.
Diane Sawyer and Robin Roberts are very close to tears on this morning. They are losing their "morning partner" who embraces the world every morning with them.
Mr Gibson has been "my friend" now for a long time, even though we've never met in person. I'll be one of his "faithful" disciples every chance I'll get on World News Tonite". Charlie grew up in Evanston, Illinois--a near north suburb of Chicago, here I live.
So I guess we do have a connection.
Charlie, I'll miss you every morning. And so will the rest of the world.
But I'll see you around 5:30 p.m. Monday through Friday.
And I'll always admire you.
James C Pearson Sr, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
One of the truly great men in my life turns 77 years old today: Mr James C Pearson, Sr of Huntsville, Alabama!
There are so many great things about this fine, Christian gentleman--and I could fill up "cyber space" just attempting to list them all.
He has a great sense of humor. He has a generous and gracious heart with those around him.
One thing that I always remember about this good man:
I was in a high school physics class (many years ago now) and just couldn't understand some of the "math" involved. I called his son (Jim--whose birthday was yesterday by the way), and was asking for help with some of this "crazy stuff." Jim wasn't in at the time (this was LONG before cell phones had made their advent), so Mr Pearson volunteered to help me.
I was so confused and upset about all this math, that I was almost in tears. And it was FRACTIONS at that! Hated fractions then, and hate them now.
Some things never change.
Mr Pearson was good enough to explain how to invert fractions and multiply, or something to that effect. I will always remember his kindness in that regard.
There are SO many other things that I could say about him.
What a great father, grandfather, father-in-law, husband, and everything else he is. He has a brilliant and sharp mind--wish mine were that good at my current age!
But I'll suffice it to say:
Happy Birthday!
There are so many great things about this fine, Christian gentleman--and I could fill up "cyber space" just attempting to list them all.
He has a great sense of humor. He has a generous and gracious heart with those around him.
One thing that I always remember about this good man:
I was in a high school physics class (many years ago now) and just couldn't understand some of the "math" involved. I called his son (Jim--whose birthday was yesterday by the way), and was asking for help with some of this "crazy stuff." Jim wasn't in at the time (this was LONG before cell phones had made their advent), so Mr Pearson volunteered to help me.
I was so confused and upset about all this math, that I was almost in tears. And it was FRACTIONS at that! Hated fractions then, and hate them now.
Some things never change.
Mr Pearson was good enough to explain how to invert fractions and multiply, or something to that effect. I will always remember his kindness in that regard.
There are SO many other things that I could say about him.
What a great father, grandfather, father-in-law, husband, and everything else he is. He has a brilliant and sharp mind--wish mine were that good at my current age!
But I'll suffice it to say:
Happy Birthday!
What Jesus really said....
I can remember reading these important statements from Jesus Christ, our Lord (but then again, EVERYTHING He said is important, since I am one of His followers):
"I am the Good Shepherd"
He never said "I am the great leader." Nor did he say "I am the good administrator"--He said "I am the Great Shepherd"--He was willing to give His life for all His sheep. And he did just that. He didn't have to go through three committees, or have a church business conference on whether he would give His life for His sheep. And He certainly didn't have to read alot of "leadership" materials, or go to eternally endless seminars on what it means to "be a leader."
"No man comes to the Father except by Me."
In this day of "multiculturalism" and "religious" pluralism, this particularly proclamation by Jesus Christ is crucially important. There is no other way to God except through His Son.
"I am the Good Shepherd"
He never said "I am the great leader." Nor did he say "I am the good administrator"--He said "I am the Great Shepherd"--He was willing to give His life for all His sheep. And he did just that. He didn't have to go through three committees, or have a church business conference on whether he would give His life for His sheep. And He certainly didn't have to read alot of "leadership" materials, or go to eternally endless seminars on what it means to "be a leader."
"No man comes to the Father except by Me."
In this day of "multiculturalism" and "religious" pluralism, this particularly proclamation by Jesus Christ is crucially important. There is no other way to God except through His Son.
A blast from the past....
Sometimes I feel discouraged and think my life in vain,I'm tempted oft to murmer, to grumble and complain;But when I think of Jesus and what He's done for me,Then I cry, to the Rock of Ages, hide thou me.
O Rock of Ages, hide thou me,There is no other refuge, none, none but thee;Through this old world I wandered so far, far from thee,Then I cry, to the Rock of Ages, hide thou me.
Was listening to this grand song of testimony on the "Best of the Gaither Vocal Band" 2-CD collection.
It brought tears to my eyes. Tears, remembering the faithfulness of God. Tears, remembering all that He is, Has done, and will continue to be in my life.
What say ye?
O Rock of Ages, hide thou me,There is no other refuge, none, none but thee;Through this old world I wandered so far, far from thee,Then I cry, to the Rock of Ages, hide thou me.
Was listening to this grand song of testimony on the "Best of the Gaither Vocal Band" 2-CD collection.
It brought tears to my eyes. Tears, remembering the faithfulness of God. Tears, remembering all that He is, Has done, and will continue to be in my life.
What say ye?
Brothers and Sisters (and others): What should I do?
I'm in a bit of a dilemma right now.
Actually, I've been in this same dilemma for the last few years. Are you ready for this....are you sure?
I've resided in the great Windy City now for 6 years (less two months). I've lived in some fairly affluent neighborhoods, and in some not-so-affluent neighborhoods.
Where I live now (Logan Square) is right in the "middle" of the "affluency" scale.
This is the dilemma: I am constantly being approached by "pan-handlers." All the time. I am trying to remember a single day when I've not been asked for "change for the homeless...." Usually this is at the train stop, near the bus stops, near the places of business where I frequenty (grocery store, pharmacy, mostly), and even in front of the Church facilities on Sunday mornings.
And many times, it's the same people. I wonder why, many times.
I don't want to seem cold-hearted, non-compassionate, or uncaring--but I'm basically weary from getting "hit up" all the time.
When I first moved to Chicago, I remember going in a drugstore and buying a sandwich for a man who said he was "hungry and need something to eat." I spent my own money, and even asked him what he would like. He said "a sandwich." So I spent four bucks on a sandwich.
Which he promptly threw in the garbage can as soon as I turned my head. I walked over to the trash receptacle, and sure enough, the unopened sandwich was right there!
Sometimes the people asking for "spare change for the homeless" have a cigarette in their mouths, and often smell of alcohol. If they are truly hungry, I don't mind buying them a sandwich---but they will not con me into giving them "change" of any kind.
I can remember a lady holding a child down near all the Marshall Field's State Street store and telling me this sob story of how she needed to get on the bus with her baby, and how she needed 2 dollars to do this. I heard her out, and then waited for the bus with her.
When the bus arrived, I got on first, and offered to pay the bus driver to take the lady wherever she needed to go.
The lady REFUSED to get on the bus. The bus driver told me that she is one of the "regular con artists" at that busy area. She just wanted my cash--which she didn't get.
So what is a Christian supposed to do?
What say ye?
Actually, I've been in this same dilemma for the last few years. Are you ready for this....are you sure?
I've resided in the great Windy City now for 6 years (less two months). I've lived in some fairly affluent neighborhoods, and in some not-so-affluent neighborhoods.
Where I live now (Logan Square) is right in the "middle" of the "affluency" scale.
This is the dilemma: I am constantly being approached by "pan-handlers." All the time. I am trying to remember a single day when I've not been asked for "change for the homeless...." Usually this is at the train stop, near the bus stops, near the places of business where I frequenty (grocery store, pharmacy, mostly), and even in front of the Church facilities on Sunday mornings.
And many times, it's the same people. I wonder why, many times.
I don't want to seem cold-hearted, non-compassionate, or uncaring--but I'm basically weary from getting "hit up" all the time.
When I first moved to Chicago, I remember going in a drugstore and buying a sandwich for a man who said he was "hungry and need something to eat." I spent my own money, and even asked him what he would like. He said "a sandwich." So I spent four bucks on a sandwich.
Which he promptly threw in the garbage can as soon as I turned my head. I walked over to the trash receptacle, and sure enough, the unopened sandwich was right there!
Sometimes the people asking for "spare change for the homeless" have a cigarette in their mouths, and often smell of alcohol. If they are truly hungry, I don't mind buying them a sandwich---but they will not con me into giving them "change" of any kind.
I can remember a lady holding a child down near all the Marshall Field's State Street store and telling me this sob story of how she needed to get on the bus with her baby, and how she needed 2 dollars to do this. I heard her out, and then waited for the bus with her.
When the bus arrived, I got on first, and offered to pay the bus driver to take the lady wherever she needed to go.
The lady REFUSED to get on the bus. The bus driver told me that she is one of the "regular con artists" at that busy area. She just wanted my cash--which she didn't get.
So what is a Christian supposed to do?
What say ye?
Even in the church....
I found this recently....read it, and pay attention:
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A Crying Shame: Charlatans In the House
6/19/06
By J. Lee Grady
You've probably heard it on Christian television before. An evangelist opens his Bible, reads a Scripture and then suggests that you send an odd amount of money to keep your favorite program on the air for another month.
He begs. He pleads. He cries. And then he tells you that if you hurry and give right now, "while God is stirring the waters," the Holy Spirit will reward you in an extra-special way.
"Those who use manipulation, strong-arm tactics or Scripture-twisting to get money are not going to release any form of blessing." I've heard different amounts suggested?such as $64.11, or $72.14, or $53.24, to correlate with some obscure Old Testament Scripture reference. The implication is that if you write a check for this magical amount, God will release some kind of special blessing on you, such as the salvation of loved ones or the quick sale of a house.
To the untrained ear this may sound like a formula for blessing. Actually it is more akin to superstition?or worse, witchcraft. It's not even remotely biblical, but those of us in the charismatic movement are so used to tolerating such shenanigans that we think this is standard procedure for fundraising.
Some ministers who raise money for Christian television stations have succumbed to the infamous "debt reduction" tactic. It goes like this: "God says that if you will give a $1,000 sacrificial offering right now (God always seems to be in crisis mode in these situations), you will supernaturally get out of debt! The miracle anointing is here! You can release it by writing that check! And we take credit cards, too!"
Talk about voodoo economics. This kind of manipulation is actually against the law in Canada. The U.S. government allows American evangelists to get away with it, but that doesn't mean it's right. It is a spiritualized form of arm-twisting.
And believe it or not, it is getting more blatant and bizarre.
A widely traveled minister recently gave a message about what he called "the Boaz anointing" at a prominent church in Florida. He then invited anyone who wanted this "new" blessing to come to the altar, where gullible souls were encouraged to deposit a check for $1,500 in the basket.
Apparently the Boaz anointing can be yours if you can afford this hefty price.
At another church in my city of Orlando, a self-proclaimed prophet said that he would have a personal word of blessing to pronounce over any person who could give $1,000 in the offering. That's right?he was selling personal prophecies. Those who actually gave the amount (yes, some people actually fell for this charlatan) stood up to receive "words."
I want to rip my shirt in half and throw dust on my head.
Why should we be surprised that the church in America is making such a weak impact on society when we are allowing greedy impostors to pollute our pulpits? They are no different than the sons of Eli, who took the people's offerings "by force" so that they could spend it on their own selfish wants (see 1 Sam.2:12-16). They have fallen into the error of the sorcerer Simon, who offered to buy the power of the Holy Spirit so that he could impress people (see Acts 8:18-20).
And what happens to the people who buy into this craziness? I've heard some suggest that "God will bless anyone who gives," even if they give to a crook.
That's hogwash. Seed must be sown in good ground if it's going to produce. Those who use manipulation, strong-arm tactics or Scripture-twisting to get money, or who sell the anointing of God so they can buy clothes and houses are not going to release any form of blessing.
In fact, they just might release curses?of poverty, bankruptcy, fraud and confusion. Such dark forces actually follow ministries that have given themselves over to this spirit of financial manipulation. The Bible actually says that charlatans?those who follow the "error of Balaam"?will face a harsh judgment in the "black darkness" of hell (Jude 11,13).
What can you do about this? You don't have to stop giving. God loves a cheerful giver, but He does not want us to give under compulsion. Nor does He want us to reward the modern sons of Eli.
Speak out. Confront those who misuse the Bible to dig for money. Change the channel. Get up and walk out. Give to ministries that focus on meeting real needs and maintain ethical accounting standards. This financial foolishness will end when all of us take a stand.
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J. Lee Grady is editor of Charisma.
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A Crying Shame: Charlatans In the House
6/19/06
By J. Lee Grady
You've probably heard it on Christian television before. An evangelist opens his Bible, reads a Scripture and then suggests that you send an odd amount of money to keep your favorite program on the air for another month.
He begs. He pleads. He cries. And then he tells you that if you hurry and give right now, "while God is stirring the waters," the Holy Spirit will reward you in an extra-special way.
"Those who use manipulation, strong-arm tactics or Scripture-twisting to get money are not going to release any form of blessing." I've heard different amounts suggested?such as $64.11, or $72.14, or $53.24, to correlate with some obscure Old Testament Scripture reference. The implication is that if you write a check for this magical amount, God will release some kind of special blessing on you, such as the salvation of loved ones or the quick sale of a house.
To the untrained ear this may sound like a formula for blessing. Actually it is more akin to superstition?or worse, witchcraft. It's not even remotely biblical, but those of us in the charismatic movement are so used to tolerating such shenanigans that we think this is standard procedure for fundraising.
Some ministers who raise money for Christian television stations have succumbed to the infamous "debt reduction" tactic. It goes like this: "God says that if you will give a $1,000 sacrificial offering right now (God always seems to be in crisis mode in these situations), you will supernaturally get out of debt! The miracle anointing is here! You can release it by writing that check! And we take credit cards, too!"
Talk about voodoo economics. This kind of manipulation is actually against the law in Canada. The U.S. government allows American evangelists to get away with it, but that doesn't mean it's right. It is a spiritualized form of arm-twisting.
And believe it or not, it is getting more blatant and bizarre.
A widely traveled minister recently gave a message about what he called "the Boaz anointing" at a prominent church in Florida. He then invited anyone who wanted this "new" blessing to come to the altar, where gullible souls were encouraged to deposit a check for $1,500 in the basket.
Apparently the Boaz anointing can be yours if you can afford this hefty price.
At another church in my city of Orlando, a self-proclaimed prophet said that he would have a personal word of blessing to pronounce over any person who could give $1,000 in the offering. That's right?he was selling personal prophecies. Those who actually gave the amount (yes, some people actually fell for this charlatan) stood up to receive "words."
I want to rip my shirt in half and throw dust on my head.
Why should we be surprised that the church in America is making such a weak impact on society when we are allowing greedy impostors to pollute our pulpits? They are no different than the sons of Eli, who took the people's offerings "by force" so that they could spend it on their own selfish wants (see 1 Sam.2:12-16). They have fallen into the error of the sorcerer Simon, who offered to buy the power of the Holy Spirit so that he could impress people (see Acts 8:18-20).
And what happens to the people who buy into this craziness? I've heard some suggest that "God will bless anyone who gives," even if they give to a crook.
That's hogwash. Seed must be sown in good ground if it's going to produce. Those who use manipulation, strong-arm tactics or Scripture-twisting to get money, or who sell the anointing of God so they can buy clothes and houses are not going to release any form of blessing.
In fact, they just might release curses?of poverty, bankruptcy, fraud and confusion. Such dark forces actually follow ministries that have given themselves over to this spirit of financial manipulation. The Bible actually says that charlatans?those who follow the "error of Balaam"?will face a harsh judgment in the "black darkness" of hell (Jude 11,13).
What can you do about this? You don't have to stop giving. God loves a cheerful giver, but He does not want us to give under compulsion. Nor does He want us to reward the modern sons of Eli.
Speak out. Confront those who misuse the Bible to dig for money. Change the channel. Get up and walk out. Give to ministries that focus on meeting real needs and maintain ethical accounting standards. This financial foolishness will end when all of us take a stand.
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J. Lee Grady is editor of Charisma.
A very sad day for our nation...
Pfc. Kristian Menchaca, 23, of Houston, and Pfc. Thomas Tucker, 25, of Madras, Ore., disappeared Friday after an attack on a checkpoint they were manning near Yusifiyah, about 20 miles southwest of Baghdad. The area is located in the so-called Sunni Triangle, a hotbed of insurgency activity.
A third soldier, Spc. David Babineau, 25, of Springfield, Mass., died in the attack.
All three were assigned to the 1st Battalion, 502nd Infantry Regiment of 2nd Brigade, 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault), based at Fort Campbell in Kentucky.
The three brave men have given their lives in Iraq over the last few days. Privates Menchaca and Tucker were beheaded after they were captured in a surprise attack last week. Specialist Babineau was killed immediately in the attack.
I grieve for all of the brave men and women have given their lives in the military service, regardless of their locations.
Having served in the military, I feel such a loss.
But my loss can't come anything close to the incredible tragedy that more than 2500 families have experienced since March 2003. And those numbers don't include the American/coalition civilians, as well as Iraqis who have given their life.
Let us pray.
A third soldier, Spc. David Babineau, 25, of Springfield, Mass., died in the attack.
All three were assigned to the 1st Battalion, 502nd Infantry Regiment of 2nd Brigade, 101st Airborne Division (Air Assault), based at Fort Campbell in Kentucky.
The three brave men have given their lives in Iraq over the last few days. Privates Menchaca and Tucker were beheaded after they were captured in a surprise attack last week. Specialist Babineau was killed immediately in the attack.
I grieve for all of the brave men and women have given their lives in the military service, regardless of their locations.
Having served in the military, I feel such a loss.
But my loss can't come anything close to the incredible tragedy that more than 2500 families have experienced since March 2003. And those numbers don't include the American/coalition civilians, as well as Iraqis who have given their life.
Let us pray.
A very dangerous regime...indeed!
Secretary of State Condoleeza Rice has correctly and properly warned the sadistic, evil, and idiotic regime of the People's Republic of North Korea of the dire consequences should they exercise their "despotism" and launch a missile with the capabilities of reaching any part of the United States, her territorities, or protectorates.
While starving their populace to death, the North Koreans have been attempting to arm themselves to the "teeth" for the last 50-plus years. Their desperation for "world attention"--mainly exhibited through their sinister and evil acts--has endured them to no one.
Not even the once-friendly Chinese who borders them on the north.
I served in the United States Air Force and was stationed in the lower, Southwestern edge of the Republic of South Korea from January 11, 1990 until January 1, 1991, at Kunsan Air Base. We were made extremely aware of just how real the "threat" from the despots in the North actually was.
Two days after my arrival on the peninsula, military officials found three tunnels being built underground from Pyongyang to reach the capital city of Seoul. This literally scared the "crap" out of me--physically, emotionally, and militarily. I became acutely aware that I was facing a "real enemy"--and there would be no negotiating with them.
Somewhere along the time of mid-tour, I had the incredible opportunity of taking a trip to the Demilitarized Zone, along the 38th Parallel. Better known as the "DMZ" this border was spine-chilling at best. Looking across the border into North Korea was something akin to looking into the face of "hell"--not that I've ever seen hades, but you get the picture.
So, I've said all "that" to say this:
We are dealing with a very dangerous regime in North Korea. Far more dangerous than most of our other "international" enemies.
We need to pray for Secretary Rice as she assists the President in making some very important decisions.
Sixty-five million South Koreans are counting on us "getting it right."
This time, we must.
While starving their populace to death, the North Koreans have been attempting to arm themselves to the "teeth" for the last 50-plus years. Their desperation for "world attention"--mainly exhibited through their sinister and evil acts--has endured them to no one.
Not even the once-friendly Chinese who borders them on the north.
I served in the United States Air Force and was stationed in the lower, Southwestern edge of the Republic of South Korea from January 11, 1990 until January 1, 1991, at Kunsan Air Base. We were made extremely aware of just how real the "threat" from the despots in the North actually was.
Two days after my arrival on the peninsula, military officials found three tunnels being built underground from Pyongyang to reach the capital city of Seoul. This literally scared the "crap" out of me--physically, emotionally, and militarily. I became acutely aware that I was facing a "real enemy"--and there would be no negotiating with them.
Somewhere along the time of mid-tour, I had the incredible opportunity of taking a trip to the Demilitarized Zone, along the 38th Parallel. Better known as the "DMZ" this border was spine-chilling at best. Looking across the border into North Korea was something akin to looking into the face of "hell"--not that I've ever seen hades, but you get the picture.
So, I've said all "that" to say this:
We are dealing with a very dangerous regime in North Korea. Far more dangerous than most of our other "international" enemies.
We need to pray for Secretary Rice as she assists the President in making some very important decisions.
Sixty-five million South Koreans are counting on us "getting it right."
This time, we must.
The Church....
I've been a follower of Jesus Christ now for 38 of my 44 years on earth. I came to Jesus when I was a small lad at the Greenfield Church of Christ, out near the County Lake, in rural Madison County, Alabama.
I remember the time, and I can take you to place--to quote one of the great songs of the "singing South."
I've worshipped among the "largest congregation" in the world--the Yoido Central Full Gospel Church in Seoul, South Korea.
I've also had the magnanimous privilege of worshipping in homes, and in small congregations of varying sizes, and denominational flavors over the last many years.
But I've often wondered, "What does it mean to be the Church?"
Dr Erwin W Lutzer, Senior Pastor of The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) here in Chicago always ends our morning worship gatherings by encouraging the congregants to "go be the Church" this week.
Great advice...however, what does it mean to "be the church"? How can I, little ole Phil Hoover in this large city of Chicago "be the church" to someone? How and where does that happen?
With all the trials and heartaches associated with just daily living, I'm beginning to "re-think" what it means to "be the church"--in practical terms. And the verdict is in: I've got a lot to learn.
What did the New Testament Church possess that the "contemporary" church is missing? Could it be:
Vibrant, unpretentious worship?
Committed and contagious community?
Exciting and exhilirating evangelism?
Simple and sold-out servanthood?
From what I'm reading in the New Testament, it was all of these things.
But sadly, it seems like many in contemporary society will "evaluate" (since we Christians are "far too spiritual" to ever judge ) a group of people by how good the "show" is on Sunday morning.
Not whether God is pleased and present among those gathered to offer spiritual worship to His Son, Jesus Christ.
We will evaluate a congregation/group of leaders by all the "externals" that we can see, not by the "hidden" things that take some probing, praying, and thinking.
Quite honestly, I'm tired of the "show." I was part of a congregation for three years where the "show" was the main activity of the "church." Few people really wanted to "be the church" outside of the parameters of the twice-weekly show.
Of course, any time I made mention of what the New Testament Church could possibly look like, I was always reminded that I wasn't in charge. Often I was accused of being rude, rebellious, and disrespectful.
But as long as the "show" continued, then everything had to "blest by God." After all, God couldn't possibly speak through someone who had committed their life to the congregation, and wanted to see "real community" take root.
But the "show" had to go continue, regardless.
So what does it mean to "be the church"?
I'm not sure, right now.
What about you? What say ye?
I remember the time, and I can take you to place--to quote one of the great songs of the "singing South."
I've worshipped among the "largest congregation" in the world--the Yoido Central Full Gospel Church in Seoul, South Korea.
I've also had the magnanimous privilege of worshipping in homes, and in small congregations of varying sizes, and denominational flavors over the last many years.
But I've often wondered, "What does it mean to be the Church?"
Dr Erwin W Lutzer, Senior Pastor of The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) here in Chicago always ends our morning worship gatherings by encouraging the congregants to "go be the Church" this week.
Great advice...however, what does it mean to "be the church"? How can I, little ole Phil Hoover in this large city of Chicago "be the church" to someone? How and where does that happen?
With all the trials and heartaches associated with just daily living, I'm beginning to "re-think" what it means to "be the church"--in practical terms. And the verdict is in: I've got a lot to learn.
What did the New Testament Church possess that the "contemporary" church is missing? Could it be:
Vibrant, unpretentious worship?
Committed and contagious community?
Exciting and exhilirating evangelism?
Simple and sold-out servanthood?
From what I'm reading in the New Testament, it was all of these things.
But sadly, it seems like many in contemporary society will "evaluate" (since we Christians are "far too spiritual" to ever judge ) a group of people by how good the "show" is on Sunday morning.
Not whether God is pleased and present among those gathered to offer spiritual worship to His Son, Jesus Christ.
We will evaluate a congregation/group of leaders by all the "externals" that we can see, not by the "hidden" things that take some probing, praying, and thinking.
Quite honestly, I'm tired of the "show." I was part of a congregation for three years where the "show" was the main activity of the "church." Few people really wanted to "be the church" outside of the parameters of the twice-weekly show.
Of course, any time I made mention of what the New Testament Church could possibly look like, I was always reminded that I wasn't in charge. Often I was accused of being rude, rebellious, and disrespectful.
But as long as the "show" continued, then everything had to "blest by God." After all, God couldn't possibly speak through someone who had committed their life to the congregation, and wanted to see "real community" take root.
But the "show" had to go continue, regardless.
So what does it mean to "be the church"?
I'm not sure, right now.
What about you? What say ye?
"Big Russ and Me"
I know that I've mentioned Tim Russert's (of MEET THE PRESS fame) book about his life and how his father has played an unequivocal role in it. The book is entitled Big Russ and Me.
I read this book a couple of weeks ago, and have gone back started re-reading it. This is a wonderfully warm, and humorous book about Russert's development and formation into the great man that he is today.
And it all started in Buffalo, New York.
I've always enjoyed watching "Meet The Press"--when I have the opportunity to tune in. Here in Chicago, it comes on at 10 a.m. on Sunday morning, and I'm almost always in Sunday Morning worship at that hour.
But I do love "Meet the Press."
Big Russ and Me masterfully weaves the fabric of a city's kid's life, showing the grace and power of "doing right"--and realizing the worth of life, and the blessings of God therein.
It's a great read.
I read this book a couple of weeks ago, and have gone back started re-reading it. This is a wonderfully warm, and humorous book about Russert's development and formation into the great man that he is today.
And it all started in Buffalo, New York.
I've always enjoyed watching "Meet The Press"--when I have the opportunity to tune in. Here in Chicago, it comes on at 10 a.m. on Sunday morning, and I'm almost always in Sunday Morning worship at that hour.
But I do love "Meet the Press."
Big Russ and Me masterfully weaves the fabric of a city's kid's life, showing the grace and power of "doing right"--and realizing the worth of life, and the blessings of God therein.
It's a great read.
Better Late than never....I guess....
H A P P Y F A T H E R ' S D A Y!
There are alot of very special men in my life who, over the years have been a "father" to me, when I've most needed one.
I want to be very gracious in my remarks here, but suffice it to say, that my own "biological father" was a scoundrel.
Yet, my Heavenly Father knew that I would need "lots of fathers" to help me become the person that He wants me to be.
I want to say "Happy Father's Day" to the following men:
Leonard Kendrick
Jim Pearson Sr
Pastor Gary Langley
Dr Bill Sheeks
Howard Timmons
Pastor Phillip Morris, Sr
Will Baker
Dr R Hollis Gause
Pastor Chris Losey
Pastor Travis Robinson
Just to name a few. Each of these men have been very special in my life over the last 20+ years. They are constant sources of encouragement, edification, and have instructed and enriched my life in ways that only Heaven will be able to fully reveal.
I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to each of them.
Happy Father's Day.
What Happened?
As a child of the Deep South, I grew up hearing about "Heaven."
We sang about this glorious place in Church on Sunday--at least one song was about Heaven.
We heard sermons about this marvelous promise regularly--and not just at funerals either.
What happened?
Has contemporary society become so overwhelmed with the cares of "this life" and "these light afflictions" that we no longer gaze and long for that "City Whose Builder and Maker is God"?
Are we so convinced that we "have it all here" and that it doesn't "get any better than this" so why even think about these precious promises of God for eternal life hereafter?
What happened?
While I sincerely appreciate all the great things that are happening in the Body of Christ here in North America, I feel that we have truly cheated ourselves by not keeping "heaven" as prominent doctrine and an EVERLASTING reality in our local churches, in our families, and in our lifestyles.
I'm convinced that one of the reasons the "Bill Gaither and Friends Homecoming" tours and videos are so wildly popular is because these instruments are helping many belivers reconnect with the reality and promise of "the glory world" in the not-too-distant future.
I remember one of those grand songs that I learned as a child, and I still sing it often:
How beautiful heaven must be!
Sweet home of the happy and free!
Fair Haven of rest for the weary,
How beautiful heaven must be!
I have a precious Grandmother whom I loved and adored (and who raised me when I was abandoned by my parents as a baby) who is worshipping the Risen Christ up there.
In heaven!
I have many, many precious friends--marvelous saints of God--whom I've been blest to know through the years...who are now residing in that glorious place.
Heaven!
It's a real place, with real people!
We sang about this glorious place in Church on Sunday--at least one song was about Heaven.
We heard sermons about this marvelous promise regularly--and not just at funerals either.
What happened?
Has contemporary society become so overwhelmed with the cares of "this life" and "these light afflictions" that we no longer gaze and long for that "City Whose Builder and Maker is God"?
Are we so convinced that we "have it all here" and that it doesn't "get any better than this" so why even think about these precious promises of God for eternal life hereafter?
What happened?
While I sincerely appreciate all the great things that are happening in the Body of Christ here in North America, I feel that we have truly cheated ourselves by not keeping "heaven" as prominent doctrine and an EVERLASTING reality in our local churches, in our families, and in our lifestyles.
I'm convinced that one of the reasons the "Bill Gaither and Friends Homecoming" tours and videos are so wildly popular is because these instruments are helping many belivers reconnect with the reality and promise of "the glory world" in the not-too-distant future.
I remember one of those grand songs that I learned as a child, and I still sing it often:
How beautiful heaven must be!
Sweet home of the happy and free!
Fair Haven of rest for the weary,
How beautiful heaven must be!
I have a precious Grandmother whom I loved and adored (and who raised me when I was abandoned by my parents as a baby) who is worshipping the Risen Christ up there.
In heaven!
I have many, many precious friends--marvelous saints of God--whom I've been blest to know through the years...who are now residing in that glorious place.
Heaven!
It's a real place, with real people!
"Special People"....
Julie Nixon Eisenhower wrote a wonderful book about 15 years ago (give or take a year) that she entitled Special People. This daughter of the late President Richard Nixon and his late wife Pat, wrote a very moving and detailed account about five special people in her life.
I've often thought that I would like to write such a book as well. There are so many special people who's stories should be told, and preserved for all who will come after us.
I can think of several very special people whom I'd love to chronicle:
Dr R Hollis Gause, Professor, Church of God Theological Seminary, Cleveland, TN
Bishop Raymond M Pruitt, retired minister, Oxford, MS.
Mrs Jane F Pearson, retired teacher, and mom "extraordinaire".
Dr Charles Paul Conn, President, Lee University, Cleveland, TN
Richard M. Daley, Mayor, The City of Chicago.
Mrs. Mary Smith Morris, Musician/teacher/mother and so many others things, Crisfield, MD.
Maybe I do need to start writing that book, after all.
If you were writing about "special people"--whom would you choose?
Why?
I've often thought that I would like to write such a book as well. There are so many special people who's stories should be told, and preserved for all who will come after us.
I can think of several very special people whom I'd love to chronicle:
Dr R Hollis Gause, Professor, Church of God Theological Seminary, Cleveland, TN
Bishop Raymond M Pruitt, retired minister, Oxford, MS.
Mrs Jane F Pearson, retired teacher, and mom "extraordinaire".
Dr Charles Paul Conn, President, Lee University, Cleveland, TN
Richard M. Daley, Mayor, The City of Chicago.
Mrs. Mary Smith Morris, Musician/teacher/mother and so many others things, Crisfield, MD.
Maybe I do need to start writing that book, after all.
If you were writing about "special people"--whom would you choose?
Why?
Taking Measure of Our Manners...
From this morning's CHICAGO TRIBUNE, the best mannered cities in the United States are:
1) Charleston, South Carolina
2) San Diego, California
3) Seattle, Washington
4) Peoria, Illinois
5) Omaha, Nebraska
6) Quad Cities (Moline and Rock Island IL, Davenport and Bettendorf, Iowa)
7) Hollywood, Florida
8) Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
9) Houston, Texas
10) Salt Lake City, Utah
First, congratulations to these ten areas that were named "the best mannered" by etiquette expert Marjabelle Young Stewart, who has compiled this list for the last twenty-eight years.
Second, it speaks well of the inhabitants of these areas that "good manners" and good "social skills" are important to the fabric of their societies.
It would do all of us a world of good to improve our manners. Sadly, in the "cyber age" far too many have disintegrating social skills and no earthly idea how to relate to others in an acceptable fashion.
Finally, maybe we do need to become a "bi-lingual" nation after all. And this foreign language is actually quite easy, and it's vocabulary is simple. Here it is:
"Thank You"
"You're Welcome"
"Yes" (sir/ma'am)
"No" (sir/ma'am)
"Please"
"May I?"
"How can I help you?"
And that's a language I wouldn't mind hearing.
All the time.
1) Charleston, South Carolina
2) San Diego, California
3) Seattle, Washington
4) Peoria, Illinois
5) Omaha, Nebraska
6) Quad Cities (Moline and Rock Island IL, Davenport and Bettendorf, Iowa)
7) Hollywood, Florida
8) Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
9) Houston, Texas
10) Salt Lake City, Utah
First, congratulations to these ten areas that were named "the best mannered" by etiquette expert Marjabelle Young Stewart, who has compiled this list for the last twenty-eight years.
Second, it speaks well of the inhabitants of these areas that "good manners" and good "social skills" are important to the fabric of their societies.
It would do all of us a world of good to improve our manners. Sadly, in the "cyber age" far too many have disintegrating social skills and no earthly idea how to relate to others in an acceptable fashion.
Finally, maybe we do need to become a "bi-lingual" nation after all. And this foreign language is actually quite easy, and it's vocabulary is simple. Here it is:
"Thank You"
"You're Welcome"
"Yes" (sir/ma'am)
"No" (sir/ma'am)
"Please"
"May I?"
"How can I help you?"
And that's a language I wouldn't mind hearing.
All the time.
165 Days and Counting.....No Caffeine
For years I had contemplated the possibility of giving up my "caffeine" habit. Now I wasn't a compulsive "all day with a cup of coffee each hour" kind of addict. Not hardly....but I did have a Mountain Dew affinity that I wasn't too keen on shaking.
But on December 30, 2005 I decided that I had imbibed my last 20 ounce bottle of Mountain Dew.
I've not touched caffeine since. I've only had very, very small amounts of chocolate--very negligible amounts, no coffee and no caffeinated sodas at all.
No hot chocolate, no caffeinated tea....
Nothing.
And I'm feeling great. The headaches have been minimal, and my energy levels have been much greater than any time in recent or even distant memory.
I've lost a few pounds, and I'm feeling good about that too. My personal physician is quite pleased with my progress....and so am I.
Now don't get me wrong---there has been a grieving process for me in all of this. I grieve every time I pass a soda machine and see the picture of my beloved Mountain Dew right there for my personal viewing.
But I am glad that I've come this far. I just remember the "12 steps." It is exactly 12 steps to get me out of the door, and away from the vending machine.
I often taken them.
And in a hurry at that.
But on December 30, 2005 I decided that I had imbibed my last 20 ounce bottle of Mountain Dew.
I've not touched caffeine since. I've only had very, very small amounts of chocolate--very negligible amounts, no coffee and no caffeinated sodas at all.
No hot chocolate, no caffeinated tea....
Nothing.
And I'm feeling great. The headaches have been minimal, and my energy levels have been much greater than any time in recent or even distant memory.
I've lost a few pounds, and I'm feeling good about that too. My personal physician is quite pleased with my progress....and so am I.
Now don't get me wrong---there has been a grieving process for me in all of this. I grieve every time I pass a soda machine and see the picture of my beloved Mountain Dew right there for my personal viewing.
But I am glad that I've come this far. I just remember the "12 steps." It is exactly 12 steps to get me out of the door, and away from the vending machine.
I often taken them.
And in a hurry at that.
Great, Great book! Get it!
http://www.wisdomofourfathers.com/
Tim Russert, the NBC Washington Bureau Chief and the Sunday Morning host of MEET THE PRESS has written/compiled an amazing book, The Wisdom of Our Fathers.
I have admired Mr Russert for years on Meet the Press and read his first book, Big Russ and Me a few weeks ago. It was a fascinating, entertaining, and truly heartwarming account of his life. But more than that, it was a marvelous retelling of how supremely important his earthly father, "Big Russ" has been and continues to be in his life.
Russert was in Chicago at Borders Bookstore on State Street two weeks ago tomorrow. I had a business appointment, and was rushing into Borders just as he was leaving. I was so disappointed. I wanted to personally tell him how much "Big Russ" has meant to me, even though I've never met the man.
Watching an interview with Tim Russert last week on WTTW (PBS station here in Chicago), more than 60,000 people have also felt that special connection with "Big Russ" as well as his son Tim, and Tim's now "grown son" Luke--a sophomore at Boston College.
The Wisdom of Our Fathers is a fascinating collection of stories that Russert received in response to his first work, "Big Russ and Me."
It's a wonderful compilation. Get it. And give several to the important men in your life.
They will deeply appreciate such a gift.
And so will you.
Tim Russert, the NBC Washington Bureau Chief and the Sunday Morning host of MEET THE PRESS has written/compiled an amazing book, The Wisdom of Our Fathers.
I have admired Mr Russert for years on Meet the Press and read his first book, Big Russ and Me a few weeks ago. It was a fascinating, entertaining, and truly heartwarming account of his life. But more than that, it was a marvelous retelling of how supremely important his earthly father, "Big Russ" has been and continues to be in his life.
Russert was in Chicago at Borders Bookstore on State Street two weeks ago tomorrow. I had a business appointment, and was rushing into Borders just as he was leaving. I was so disappointed. I wanted to personally tell him how much "Big Russ" has meant to me, even though I've never met the man.
Watching an interview with Tim Russert last week on WTTW (PBS station here in Chicago), more than 60,000 people have also felt that special connection with "Big Russ" as well as his son Tim, and Tim's now "grown son" Luke--a sophomore at Boston College.
The Wisdom of Our Fathers is a fascinating collection of stories that Russert received in response to his first work, "Big Russ and Me."
It's a wonderful compilation. Get it. And give several to the important men in your life.
They will deeply appreciate such a gift.
And so will you.
Things I've Learned....for this week
These brilliant maxims are taking from LIVE and LEARN and PASS IT ON compiled by H Jackson Brown Jr (Nashville: Rutledge Hill Press) 1992.
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I've learned that you can inherit wealth, but never wisdom.
I've learned that you shouldn't speak unless you can improve on the silence.
I've learned that relationships are more important than rules.
I've learned that the trick is to "live a long time" without growing old.
I've learned that you "form a committee to study the matter" when you REALLY would rather not do anything.
I've learned that people are influenced by how much I care rather than by how much I know.
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I've learned that you can inherit wealth, but never wisdom.
I've learned that you shouldn't speak unless you can improve on the silence.
I've learned that relationships are more important than rules.
I've learned that the trick is to "live a long time" without growing old.
I've learned that you "form a committee to study the matter" when you REALLY would rather not do anything.
I've learned that people are influenced by how much I care rather than by how much I know.
My favorite verse.....
"Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13).
For many years I always used "John 15:13" after my signature on personal correspondence. For some reason I stopped doing that. At least for a prolonged period of time, anyway.
And now that I'm having my "midlife crisis"--that's your signal to laugh out loud--I'm beginning to rethink this whole idea of "friends" and exactly what it means in life.
And what it means to me. What should it mean to me?
There are people all over North America (and many in other countries) that I consider my "friends." Some of them are very close to me, and have a huge place in my heart. Some of them know that I care deeply about them, and would do anything that I possibly could on their behalf.
And some of them....well, I just wonder about.
I don't like "utilitarianism" in relationships that are supposed to be "friends." What I mean by this phrase is the way that someone befriends another, only if there is something to "gain" from that befriending in the first place. Can the one who is being "befriended" benefit me in some way? Do they fill a "need" or can they "do something for me"?
Or do I just value them as a person regardless of what they may or may not contribute to me?
These are difficult questions in a society (even in the church) that is submerged in the philosophy that only when people "contribute" to our goals is when the possess any value. And after they have finished "contributing" (or better yet have caught on to the selfishness inherit in such a philosophy) then said person ceases to have value.
If that's the way we measure friendships, then we are no better than those who do not claim Christ as Saviour--and in many ways, much worse. Our love has conditions, if we only "use people" for what they can do for us.
It's happen to me before. And sadly, I may have done it to someone--and I'm profoundly sorry if I have.
God help us.
For many years I always used "John 15:13" after my signature on personal correspondence. For some reason I stopped doing that. At least for a prolonged period of time, anyway.
And now that I'm having my "midlife crisis"--that's your signal to laugh out loud--I'm beginning to rethink this whole idea of "friends" and exactly what it means in life.
And what it means to me. What should it mean to me?
There are people all over North America (and many in other countries) that I consider my "friends." Some of them are very close to me, and have a huge place in my heart. Some of them know that I care deeply about them, and would do anything that I possibly could on their behalf.
And some of them....well, I just wonder about.
I don't like "utilitarianism" in relationships that are supposed to be "friends." What I mean by this phrase is the way that someone befriends another, only if there is something to "gain" from that befriending in the first place. Can the one who is being "befriended" benefit me in some way? Do they fill a "need" or can they "do something for me"?
Or do I just value them as a person regardless of what they may or may not contribute to me?
These are difficult questions in a society (even in the church) that is submerged in the philosophy that only when people "contribute" to our goals is when the possess any value. And after they have finished "contributing" (or better yet have caught on to the selfishness inherit in such a philosophy) then said person ceases to have value.
If that's the way we measure friendships, then we are no better than those who do not claim Christ as Saviour--and in many ways, much worse. Our love has conditions, if we only "use people" for what they can do for us.
It's happen to me before. And sadly, I may have done it to someone--and I'm profoundly sorry if I have.
God help us.
Happy Birthday, JULIA STONE!
Though she is not "really" my niece...I've always felt that she is. Her mom, Marti has been like a sister to me for the last 30+ years. And what a great sister she has been.
I remember when Miss Julia was just a very small young lass--and what a delight she was to her mom and dad, her grandparents (on both sides) and to her Uncle Jim and Aunt Ginger.
And to me, her "Uncle" Phil-who has spent the majority of her life either in the Air Force, in seminary, and in Chicago.
My memories of Julia are grand though. I remember about 7 years ago when she, along with her parents, were driving through Cleveland TN, and stopped by my apartment. My longtime friend, and wonderful roommate Kevin Moses (who was celebrated in this forum back in February) welcomed them in as I was still on my way back to the apartment.
We also just happened to have some ice cream there....it was "Moose Tracks"...
Kevin and Julia had a heyday with that ice cream that hot July afternoon.
And now she is all grown up....18 years old to be exact.
She has graduated from Madison County High School--my alma mater, and also the alma mater of her mom, Uncle Jim, along with various and sundry other Alabama natives.
She is a wonderful, gracious, beautiful, and delightful young woman. She will be entering the University of Alabama in Huntsville this fall as a University freshman. I'm very proud of her!
So, in lieu of my being there, Julia....let me say for the entire "cyber world"...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
I remember when Miss Julia was just a very small young lass--and what a delight she was to her mom and dad, her grandparents (on both sides) and to her Uncle Jim and Aunt Ginger.
And to me, her "Uncle" Phil-who has spent the majority of her life either in the Air Force, in seminary, and in Chicago.
My memories of Julia are grand though. I remember about 7 years ago when she, along with her parents, were driving through Cleveland TN, and stopped by my apartment. My longtime friend, and wonderful roommate Kevin Moses (who was celebrated in this forum back in February) welcomed them in as I was still on my way back to the apartment.
We also just happened to have some ice cream there....it was "Moose Tracks"...
Kevin and Julia had a heyday with that ice cream that hot July afternoon.
And now she is all grown up....18 years old to be exact.
She has graduated from Madison County High School--my alma mater, and also the alma mater of her mom, Uncle Jim, along with various and sundry other Alabama natives.
She is a wonderful, gracious, beautiful, and delightful young woman. She will be entering the University of Alabama in Huntsville this fall as a University freshman. I'm very proud of her!
So, in lieu of my being there, Julia....let me say for the entire "cyber world"...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Happy Birthday, ANN DOWNING!
One of those great gospel groups that I remember from my childhood was the Downings. My earliest memories of the great hit, "Gettin' Ready Today" was Paul, Ann, Joy, and Dony singing that wonderful song about HEAVEN and how we are looking for "that mansion fair."
Of course, that was almost 40 years ago, and Paul is now in that wonderful place he sang about for so long.
But his precious wife, ANN DOWNING, is still carrying the "gospel in song" all over the country, and she is also celebrating her birthday today.
Her website is www.anndowning.com
So, my precious friend Ann....Happy Birthday from Chicago!
Have a great one!
Of course, that was almost 40 years ago, and Paul is now in that wonderful place he sang about for so long.
But his precious wife, ANN DOWNING, is still carrying the "gospel in song" all over the country, and she is also celebrating her birthday today.
Her website is www.anndowning.com
So, my precious friend Ann....Happy Birthday from Chicago!
Have a great one!
The REAL Jesus....
Erwin W Lutzer, Senior Pastor of The Moody Church here in Chicago (where I worship every week) is preaching a series on "The Real Jesus: Lies told about the man who claimed to be the Son of God"--and it has been great.
You can find more information about Moody Church and these sermons right here:
www.moodychurch.org
Check it out.
You can find more information about Moody Church and these sermons right here:
www.moodychurch.org
Check it out.
So what is this passage really saying?
"Therefore if thou bringest thy gift to the altar, and there rememberest that thy brother hath ought against thee, leave there thy gift before the altar and go thy way; First be reconciled to thy brother and then come offer thy gift" (Matthew 5:23, 24).
It seems like many of us in the Kingdom are far too quick to dismiss other brothers and sisters in the Body of Christ--particularly those we have had conflict with in the past. I'm no stranger to this phenomenon....nor am I "lily-white" from all the guilt that can be associated with it.
The congregation where I grew up in the mid-late 1970s emphasized the biblical commands on good relationships in the Body. It seems that we knew that we had BETTER be in good relationship with our fellow believers, and that God would expect and accept no less.
Doesn't seem to be that way anymore.
Someone whom I considered a good friend for several years has decided that I'm nothing more than a "manipulator" and a "coward"--in his words. Of course he didn't have the courage to say this to my face. He used other means. He lives here in Chicago...and I even attended his wedding a few weeks ago--since I received a personal invitation from him.
His accusations are baseless, and he's only following the lead of someone who now holds me in low regard, even though that wasn't always the case.
I don't like conflict...really I don't. But even less do I like people who can hurl accusations and falsehoods with impugnity--just because they are in a "professional ministry" position.
At one time, this brother considered me a good friend. Has eaten at my house, has prayed with more many times as a brother, and has asked my advice on a number of issues. We have been close....
That obviously isn't the case any more.
So, when do we reconcile?
Maybe we need to "save those gifts" for a while, until we do.
It seems like many of us in the Kingdom are far too quick to dismiss other brothers and sisters in the Body of Christ--particularly those we have had conflict with in the past. I'm no stranger to this phenomenon....nor am I "lily-white" from all the guilt that can be associated with it.
The congregation where I grew up in the mid-late 1970s emphasized the biblical commands on good relationships in the Body. It seems that we knew that we had BETTER be in good relationship with our fellow believers, and that God would expect and accept no less.
Doesn't seem to be that way anymore.
Someone whom I considered a good friend for several years has decided that I'm nothing more than a "manipulator" and a "coward"--in his words. Of course he didn't have the courage to say this to my face. He used other means. He lives here in Chicago...and I even attended his wedding a few weeks ago--since I received a personal invitation from him.
His accusations are baseless, and he's only following the lead of someone who now holds me in low regard, even though that wasn't always the case.
I don't like conflict...really I don't. But even less do I like people who can hurl accusations and falsehoods with impugnity--just because they are in a "professional ministry" position.
At one time, this brother considered me a good friend. Has eaten at my house, has prayed with more many times as a brother, and has asked my advice on a number of issues. We have been close....
That obviously isn't the case any more.
So, when do we reconcile?
Maybe we need to "save those gifts" for a while, until we do.
Happy Birthday, BETH!
One of the most wonderful women I have ever known in my short life is Mrs Beth (Nettles) Fender! She is celebrating her birthday today, and I wanted to take this opportunity here in "my space" to wish her a wonderful day!
Beth and her late husband, Pastor Billy Nettles, came into my life some thirty-plus years ago at the West Huntsville Church of God of Prophecy, where I was a parishioner.
Sister Beth was the finest example of class, elegance and grace that anyone would ever want to meet, and eventually emulate.
She still is just that today: classy and worthy of emulation!
Happy Birthday, Beth!
Beth and her late husband, Pastor Billy Nettles, came into my life some thirty-plus years ago at the West Huntsville Church of God of Prophecy, where I was a parishioner.
Sister Beth was the finest example of class, elegance and grace that anyone would ever want to meet, and eventually emulate.
She still is just that today: classy and worthy of emulation!
Happy Birthday, Beth!
"Musical Mush"'---Amen, Chuck, Amen!
Musical Mush - Are We Impairing our Capacity to Think?
A BreakPoint commentary by Chuck Colson
When church music directors lead the congregation in singing some praise music, I often listen stoically with teeth clenched. But one Sunday morning, I cracked. We had been led through endless repetitions of a meaningless ditty called, “Draw Me Close to You.” The song has zero theological content and could be sung in a nightclub, for that matter. When I thought it was finally and mercifully over, the music leader beamed at us and said in a cheerful voice, “Let’s sing that again, shall we?” “No!” I shouted loudly. Heads all around me spun while my wife cringed.
I admit I prefer more traditional hymns. But even given that, I am convinced that much of the music being written for the Church today reflects an unfortunate trend—slipping across the line from worship to entertainment. Evangelicals are in danger of amusing ourselves to death, to borrow the title of the classic Neil Postman book.
The trend is also true of Christian radio, historically an important source of in-depth teaching.
Many stations have recently dropped serious programming in favor of all-music formats. For example, a major Baltimore station dropped four talk shows to add music. A respected broadcaster recently dropped “Focus on the Family,” claiming it had become too focused on “moral issues.”
When a Cincinnati station replaced “BreakPoint” with music, I told the station manager that believers need to think Christianly about major worldview issues. Her reply? Younger women want “something to help them cope with life.”
This view was confirmed by a Christian homemaker during a TV special on evangelicalism. She is so busy, she explained, with her kids, Bible study, cooking, and all, that she does not even get to read the newspaper. Church for her is getting her spirits lifted.
Now admittedly, modern life creates enormous stress, but can't the Church offer comfort and help people confront the culture?
Of course, music is important in the life of the Church. But it cannot replace solid teaching. The decision by Christian broadcasters to avoid moral controversies could result in the Church withdrawing from the culture as it tragically did a century ago.
The great strength of radio, as with books, has been to present in-depth teaching that engages Christians cognitively. Unfortunately, thinking analytically is something Christians find increasingly difficult. According to a government study, the average college graduate’s proficient literacy in English has declined from 40 percent in 1992 to 31 percent ten years later. The study defines proficient literacy as the ability to read lengthy, complex texts and draw complicated inferences. This is horrifying.
The Gospel above everything else is revealed propositional truth - truth that speaks to all of life. Sure, the Gospel is simple enough for a child to understand. But if you want to study doctrine and worldview, you need the capacity to engage ideas cognitively. Doctrine and biblical teaching does not consist of dry, abstract notions. It is the truth that must be carried to the heart and applied. And there is no escaping that it is truth that must he learned.
When Postman published his book two decades ago, he feared television would impair our capacity to think. He was right. But can we learn from this - or are we destined to follow suit, with the Church blissfully amusing itself into irrelevance?
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Some of the current faux-music in the church has become nothing more than "charismatic jingles"--and not very good ones at that.
Not all of the "current" music is theologically thin, but this is true for a lot more than we want to admit. Most of the "contemporary" choruses that have inundated local congregations teach absolutely none of the great doctrinal truths of the Scriptures. And that is tragically sad for those like me who grew up singing the great songs of testimony about God, heaven, eternity, and our Lord Jesus Christ.
So what say ye?
A BreakPoint commentary by Chuck Colson
When church music directors lead the congregation in singing some praise music, I often listen stoically with teeth clenched. But one Sunday morning, I cracked. We had been led through endless repetitions of a meaningless ditty called, “Draw Me Close to You.” The song has zero theological content and could be sung in a nightclub, for that matter. When I thought it was finally and mercifully over, the music leader beamed at us and said in a cheerful voice, “Let’s sing that again, shall we?” “No!” I shouted loudly. Heads all around me spun while my wife cringed.
I admit I prefer more traditional hymns. But even given that, I am convinced that much of the music being written for the Church today reflects an unfortunate trend—slipping across the line from worship to entertainment. Evangelicals are in danger of amusing ourselves to death, to borrow the title of the classic Neil Postman book.
The trend is also true of Christian radio, historically an important source of in-depth teaching.
Many stations have recently dropped serious programming in favor of all-music formats. For example, a major Baltimore station dropped four talk shows to add music. A respected broadcaster recently dropped “Focus on the Family,” claiming it had become too focused on “moral issues.”
When a Cincinnati station replaced “BreakPoint” with music, I told the station manager that believers need to think Christianly about major worldview issues. Her reply? Younger women want “something to help them cope with life.”
This view was confirmed by a Christian homemaker during a TV special on evangelicalism. She is so busy, she explained, with her kids, Bible study, cooking, and all, that she does not even get to read the newspaper. Church for her is getting her spirits lifted.
Now admittedly, modern life creates enormous stress, but can't the Church offer comfort and help people confront the culture?
Of course, music is important in the life of the Church. But it cannot replace solid teaching. The decision by Christian broadcasters to avoid moral controversies could result in the Church withdrawing from the culture as it tragically did a century ago.
The great strength of radio, as with books, has been to present in-depth teaching that engages Christians cognitively. Unfortunately, thinking analytically is something Christians find increasingly difficult. According to a government study, the average college graduate’s proficient literacy in English has declined from 40 percent in 1992 to 31 percent ten years later. The study defines proficient literacy as the ability to read lengthy, complex texts and draw complicated inferences. This is horrifying.
The Gospel above everything else is revealed propositional truth - truth that speaks to all of life. Sure, the Gospel is simple enough for a child to understand. But if you want to study doctrine and worldview, you need the capacity to engage ideas cognitively. Doctrine and biblical teaching does not consist of dry, abstract notions. It is the truth that must be carried to the heart and applied. And there is no escaping that it is truth that must he learned.
When Postman published his book two decades ago, he feared television would impair our capacity to think. He was right. But can we learn from this - or are we destined to follow suit, with the Church blissfully amusing itself into irrelevance?
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Some of the current faux-music in the church has become nothing more than "charismatic jingles"--and not very good ones at that.
Not all of the "current" music is theologically thin, but this is true for a lot more than we want to admit. Most of the "contemporary" choruses that have inundated local congregations teach absolutely none of the great doctrinal truths of the Scriptures. And that is tragically sad for those like me who grew up singing the great songs of testimony about God, heaven, eternity, and our Lord Jesus Christ.
So what say ye?
And even more from the "I've Learned" department
I've learned that if you genuinely care, it will show.
I've learned that education, experience, and memories are 3 things that no one can take away from you.
I've learned that it is far easier to react than it is to just think.
I've learned that the best thing about growing older is that I don't feel the urge to impress anyone.
I've learned there is NOTHING you cannot teach yourself by reading....
I've learned that when "things" go wrong, that I don't have to go with them.
I've learned that people can become intoxicated with power more easily than they can with alcohol.
So what say ye?
I've learned that education, experience, and memories are 3 things that no one can take away from you.
I've learned that it is far easier to react than it is to just think.
I've learned that the best thing about growing older is that I don't feel the urge to impress anyone.
I've learned there is NOTHING you cannot teach yourself by reading....
I've learned that when "things" go wrong, that I don't have to go with them.
I've learned that people can become intoxicated with power more easily than they can with alcohol.
So what say ye?
The Gospel According to "OPRAH"....hmmmm
I remember when Miss Oprah was in Baltimore, before making it big in Chicago many years ago. And I also remember watching her television show when it was an interactive, Phil Donahue-like exchange for the 60 minutes (minus the commercial breaks) every week day.
Things have changed.
And so has Oprah.
I was browsing in the local Borders Bookstore on State Street Friday afternoon, waiting for a friend with whom I would be having dinner to show up. I was in the "Religion" section, and just perusing through all the different volumes, large and small, that captured my attention.
On the very bottom shelf of the last column of the section, was this small paperback by Marcia Nelson entitled The Gospel According to Oprah. Immediately it had my attention. So much so, that I decided to buy the book, and read through it.
I finished the book Sunday morning, right before leaving my place to attend Morning Worship at The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) where I am a regular congregant.
I arrived at the church building, and received a worship bulletin. Much to my surprise, Erwin Lutzer, Senior Pastor of The Moody Church was preaching the second message in a series "The Jesus Deception"--a series of sermons about the misconceptions and lies told about God's only begotten Son--and why we should be aware of these untruths.
The opening quote for his sermon was from Oprah herself: "It is a serious mistake to believe that there is only one way to God. There are many ways to God."
Pastor Lutzer wasted no time in dispelling and rebuffing Oprah's claims. And he did it all without slandering or badmouthing Miss Winfrey as a person. He even mentioned that he had read The Gospel According to Oprah.
I just about fell out of my seat! The message was truly informative, and not a political or personal diatribe against the "queen of television talk." Yet, Pastor Lutzer made no bones about Jesus Christ being the ONLY way to God the Father.
But even so, this book merits a very close reading. And particularly so by the Christian community, and those who are engaged in full-time ministry. The writer, Marcia Nelson, a self-proclaimed "woman of faith" studies Oprah for more than a year. She has made some very keen and astute observations concerning the "attraction"-factor to the whole Oprah enterprise. Here are some of the factors:
Oprah listens.
Oprah encourages.
Oprah provides community.
Oprah exhibits generosity.
Oprah demands accountability.
And there are several more important characteristics that are examined in this short paperback volume.
I would encourage everyone to get the book, read it discerningly and thoroughly. And then reach your own conclusions.
Could it be that Miss Winfrey has learned lessons about "life" and "people" that the Church should be learning and employing?
I think so.
Things have changed.
And so has Oprah.
I was browsing in the local Borders Bookstore on State Street Friday afternoon, waiting for a friend with whom I would be having dinner to show up. I was in the "Religion" section, and just perusing through all the different volumes, large and small, that captured my attention.
On the very bottom shelf of the last column of the section, was this small paperback by Marcia Nelson entitled The Gospel According to Oprah. Immediately it had my attention. So much so, that I decided to buy the book, and read through it.
I finished the book Sunday morning, right before leaving my place to attend Morning Worship at The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) where I am a regular congregant.
I arrived at the church building, and received a worship bulletin. Much to my surprise, Erwin Lutzer, Senior Pastor of The Moody Church was preaching the second message in a series "The Jesus Deception"--a series of sermons about the misconceptions and lies told about God's only begotten Son--and why we should be aware of these untruths.
The opening quote for his sermon was from Oprah herself: "It is a serious mistake to believe that there is only one way to God. There are many ways to God."
Pastor Lutzer wasted no time in dispelling and rebuffing Oprah's claims. And he did it all without slandering or badmouthing Miss Winfrey as a person. He even mentioned that he had read The Gospel According to Oprah.
I just about fell out of my seat! The message was truly informative, and not a political or personal diatribe against the "queen of television talk." Yet, Pastor Lutzer made no bones about Jesus Christ being the ONLY way to God the Father.
But even so, this book merits a very close reading. And particularly so by the Christian community, and those who are engaged in full-time ministry. The writer, Marcia Nelson, a self-proclaimed "woman of faith" studies Oprah for more than a year. She has made some very keen and astute observations concerning the "attraction"-factor to the whole Oprah enterprise. Here are some of the factors:
Oprah listens.
Oprah encourages.
Oprah provides community.
Oprah exhibits generosity.
Oprah demands accountability.
And there are several more important characteristics that are examined in this short paperback volume.
I would encourage everyone to get the book, read it discerningly and thoroughly. And then reach your own conclusions.
Could it be that Miss Winfrey has learned lessons about "life" and "people" that the Church should be learning and employing?
I think so.
More from the "I've Learned" Department.....
I've learned that you can get by on charm for about fifteen minutes. After that, you'd better know something.
I've learned that you should NEVER be too busy to say "please" and "thank you."
I've learned that money is a LOUSY means of keeping score.
I've learned that you shouldn't have a $1000 meeting to solve a $100 problem.
I've learned that a pig dressed in a tuxedo is still a pig.
I've learned that ANGER manages everything poorly.
I've learned that the person with big dreams is more powerful than the one with all the facts.
I've learned that when I give advice, it's BEST to make it BRIEF.
I've learned that expensive new silk ties are the only ones that attract spaghetti sauce.
I've learned that everything sounds romantic in a FOREIGN language, regardless of what was said!
I've learned the ARK was built by Amateurs, and the TITANIC was built by professionals.
I've learned to never confuse "success" with "usefulness."
So what say ye?
I've learned that you should NEVER be too busy to say "please" and "thank you."
I've learned that money is a LOUSY means of keeping score.
I've learned that you shouldn't have a $1000 meeting to solve a $100 problem.
I've learned that a pig dressed in a tuxedo is still a pig.
I've learned that ANGER manages everything poorly.
I've learned that the person with big dreams is more powerful than the one with all the facts.
I've learned that when I give advice, it's BEST to make it BRIEF.
I've learned that expensive new silk ties are the only ones that attract spaghetti sauce.
I've learned that everything sounds romantic in a FOREIGN language, regardless of what was said!
I've learned the ARK was built by Amateurs, and the TITANIC was built by professionals.
I've learned to never confuse "success" with "usefulness."
So what say ye?
Some of the things that I've learned.....
These bits of wisdom are taken from Live and Learn and Pass It on:
I've learned that it is impossible to accomplish anything worthwhile without the help of other people.
I've learned that it is easier to "keep up" than it is to "catch up."
I've learned that silent company is often more healing than words of advice.
I've learned that even when I have pains, that I don't have to be one.
I've learned that I cannot change the past, but I can LET it go...
I've learned that it's easier to stay out of trouble than to get out of trouble.
I've learned that when you can either be brilliant or pleasant, always choose "pleasant."
So what say ye?
I've learned that it is impossible to accomplish anything worthwhile without the help of other people.
I've learned that it is easier to "keep up" than it is to "catch up."
I've learned that silent company is often more healing than words of advice.
I've learned that even when I have pains, that I don't have to be one.
I've learned that I cannot change the past, but I can LET it go...
I've learned that it's easier to stay out of trouble than to get out of trouble.
I've learned that when you can either be brilliant or pleasant, always choose "pleasant."
So what say ye?
Oh no! He's a BISHOP now!
My good friend Pastor Travis Johnson (www.pastortrav.blogspot.com) is now an Ordained Bishop in the Church of God (headquartered in Cleveland, Tennessee).
This man is truly amazing....and on many levels.
He was a terrific Single's Pastor at the North Cleveland Church of God (several years ago).
He was a terrific pastor here in the Windy City for a good season.
He has lead the "Life Pointe" Church in Florida now for a while, and God is blessing that work.
He has a wonderful wife, and two beautiful daughters. If you don't believe him...just go to his website and ask him.
Congratulations, Bishop Johnson!
Manifold blessings to you!
This man is truly amazing....and on many levels.
He was a terrific Single's Pastor at the North Cleveland Church of God (several years ago).
He was a terrific pastor here in the Windy City for a good season.
He has lead the "Life Pointe" Church in Florida now for a while, and God is blessing that work.
He has a wonderful wife, and two beautiful daughters. If you don't believe him...just go to his website and ask him.
Congratulations, Bishop Johnson!
Manifold blessings to you!
"Casa De Grant"---Thanks a million!
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.
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":
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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.
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.
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