Pastor Louie's Blog

Two Significant Birthdays

2012-01-25T13:14:00.000-08:00

Within four days of each other, two of our children have birthdays. On January 21st, our oldest son Jason had a birthday. I can't imagine a another father being prouder of a child than I am of Jason. Of all of our children, he was the planner, and determined to reach his goals. From ninth grade on, he knew he wanted to attend Evangel University, major in music and orchestrate music for live and recorded sessions. Today he is an Assistant Professor of Music at Evangel University. He has been instrumental in expanding the music technology and music industry sections of the Music Department. He has written countless orchestrations for many churches, civic orchestras, recording sessions and more. The idea of hearing the music in his head, and then being able to display it on a computer and then print all the parts for an orchestra, boggle my mind. I love hearing the music he has worked on. If he stays on his goal schedule, Jason will begin working on a doctorate this coming fall. The family side of life makes me just as proud. He is a wonderful husband and father. He and Jennie have done a wonderful job of raising their two sons. Both of them excel in different areas. Two years ago, Jason and Jennie began the adoption process to adopt a Haitian orphan who was very ill. Today, Josie is a bubbly, full-of-energy, bundle of excitement, and very healthy. Jason, Jennie and their boys have loved this little girl into health and vitality. The compassion and care of disadvantaged children that Jason saw in his own home as he grew up obviously translated into he and Jennie's decision to follow James 1:27, The Christian who is pure and without fault, from God the Father's point of view, is the one who takes care of orphans... Happy birthday, Jason.

Today is Nicole's 20th birthday. It is hard to imagine that my little girl is all grown up. The memories of her as an 18 month old, playing "chase me" with me are as vivid today as they were 18 years ago. Every Friday we would dress her "to the nines", complete with her fuzzy white coat and take her to the county's social services division so she could visit with her birth grandmother. At the end of the visit, Kathy would usually spend a few minutes talking with Nicole's social worker, and I would take Nicole out in the hall to burn off some energy. For some reason, today she won't play "chase me" anymore. :) I agonized over this child because she had no father. Many nights I would feed her a bottle and put her to sleep, praying over her, and her future. After her grandmother had exhausted all the possible relatives that Nicole could have gone to, we began the adoption process. For you see, by 18 months, she was already embedded far too deeply in our hearts to let her go back into the foster care system. Today she has blossomed into a wonderful young lady. Her photography hobby has evolved into a small photography business, she is working and paying off her car, and learning the life skills that will make her a wonderful wife and mother. Near the end of the adoption process, we had a session with a doctor who discussed with us all of the possible health problems that Nicole could have. She was born a preemie to a 14 year old mother. She had a severe brain bleed at birth. The disclaimers went on and on, enough to scare anyone away from taking responsibility for her. Today she is healthy, beautiful, and is smart and intelligent. None of the "possibilities", ever came to pass. I believe God helped Kathy and I to love her to health, and God has blessed her with His presence for His purpose. Happy birthday, Nicole.

It's Really All About People

2012-01-22T08:25:00.000-08:00

I spent the last week in northern Illinois, helping the Illinois District of the Assemblies of God, install new software and train church users. While I have never served in an Illinois church, I have always admired this district, and the cutting edge ministry they bring to their churches and ministers. In this case, they are trying to give their district supervised churches better tools to do the best job possible in their communities.

Generally, a district supervised church is a smaller church that needs help in organization, funding, governing leadership and other elements. Once a church has become healthy in all the major areas, it transitions to being a self supporting autonomous church. The idea in Illinois is that if you give as much help as possible to the district supervised churches and pastors, you build strong churches in each of the communities that you are trying to reach.

Both communities I worked in last week were rural, and small. The first town was small enough that it did not have a single chain business of any kind. That included fast food restaurants, drug stores, grocery stores, etc. However, the church we were working in has more than 300 people worshiping there today, nearly 10% of the population of their town. The other small city we worked in was a little larger, with a smaller church. The pastor is bi-vocational and they do not have any paid staff. Everything is done by volunteers. The infectious enthusiasm I sensed there was refreshing. Each person that came for training was excited about the new tools. While our job was to install and train on a software system, I could see that each volunteer saw this as a better way to reach their own people and reach out to their community. When we talked about a "person record", the trainees saw that person as a "real person". It was fun to hear them talk about their various groups and ministries and how this new tool would help add people to them.

As a church administrator, sometimes the job can break down to software, numbers, buildings, supplies, and systems. I was reminded this week that it is all about people. Telling people that Jesus can change their life, and then demonstrating that by the way we live. I'll be doing some more of these installations. I can't wait to meet the people.

Another Employment Update

2012-01-10T10:08:00.000-08:00

It has been awhile since I have updated my blog readers on the status of my journey towards a new job. Since my last update, Christmas has come and gone. Today we will finish putting away the last of our Christmas decorations and our tree goes to the recycle pile. Since we traveled to Colorado Springs for the Christmas holiday, we did not decorate our house as much as we normally do. Sadly, some of my favorite nativity scenes were packed in my office "stuff" boxes in our storage unit, so they didn't get to be enjoyed this year. Not having an income changed the way we did most things, but it also reinforced the joy of being with family and enjoying those moments far more than the commercial part of the season. I really missed not being part of a Christmas production, but I was blessed to attend several in our area and in the Springfield, MO area. I read more Christmas stories and writings this year than ever before, and all-in-all, we had a wonderful celebration. As you might imagine, however, all church hiring activity stops from Thanksgiving through the New Year, so there wasn't much activity on that front.

I am waiting to hear on a couple of possible positions, I have recently applied for a couple of others, as well. Kathy and I are trying as hard as we can to hear from God. We are confident in His love and care for us, and know that He knows exactly where we are. We also know, however, that 20 million Americans are out of work. Many of those are devoted Christians, trying to trust God just as much as we are. We also hear the sad stories of homes lost, bankruptcies, financial devastation and family unrest as people try and cope with this very difficult time in our country's history. We had our house on the market, but after 6 months we took it off the market and have decided to wait until spring to try and sell it again.

So where are we? We have had and continue to have some tremendous prayer and emotional support from our families and great friends. We have had just-in-time financial support that has helped us stay current with our financial obligations. We are using our savings, but at a slower "clip" than we expected. Our faith in God's provision for us is at an all time high and we are confident that God's open door for us will be revealed soon. Thank God we are not in this alone. Blessings for a New Year...

Another Year Is Dawning

2012-01-02T11:26:00.000-08:00

I meant to post this blog yesterday, but ran out of time. One of my favorite hymn lyrics writers is Frances Ridley Havergal. If you look through a hymnal, you will will find several of her hymns included. My all time favorite Havergal hymn is Take My Life And Let It Be.

Frances wrote several hymns for the new year. This one, titled Another Year Is Dawning, was written on December 31, 1874 for the new year of 1875.

Another year is dawning, dear Father, let it be.
In working or in waiting, another year with Thee.
Another year of progress, another year of praise,
Another year of proving Thy presence all the days.

Another year of mercies, of faithfulness and grace,
Another year of gladness in the shining of Thy face.
Another year of leaning upon Thy loving breast;
Another year of trusting, of quiet, happy rest.

Another year of service, of witness for Thy love,
Another year of training for holier work above.
Another year is dawning, dear father, let it be.
On earth, or else in Haven, another year for Thee.

Another year to see the great hand of God at work in our lives as we demonstrate who He is to a needy and desperate world.

I Am Blessed To Be Just Unemployed

2011-12-26T13:40:00.000-08:00

The month of December marks 7 months that I have been unemployed. For 3 of those months, I have not had any income, and as a former church employee, not eligible for unemployment insurance. As I contemplated all the wonderful blessings from God this Christmas season, I realized how fortunate I am, as a husband and father, to be just employed. For instance;

I could be a husband and father in a Somalian refugee camp trying to keep my wife and children alive. Trying to find enough food and clean water each day just to live until the next day. Nothing else would matter, including the "things" that we left behind in our hasty exodus.

I could be a father in Juarez, Mexico, terrified every time my teenage sons leave the house, knowing that the drug cartels are killing young men involved in drug trafficking. Sadly, many young men have lost their lives because of mistaken identity.

I could be a father in Southeast Asia, escorting my teenage daughter everywhere she has to go, scared to death that she might be kidnapped and sold into the heinous sex trafficking industry.

I could be a Christian husband and father, looking over my shoulder every time we attend ourchurch in Tehran, Iran. Many of our friends have been arrested and fathers have a way ofdisappearing and never being heard from again.

Instead, I live in the most prosperous country in the world. I do not have to fear when my children leave our house. We have yet to miss a meal. Even though our financial health has suffered a serious blow in the second half of 2011, we have been blessed abundantly by friends and relatives. God has been so good to us. Today, December 26th, we are celebrating Christmas with 20 relatives in Colorado Springs, CO. Most of my children and grandchildren are here, along with parents and brother and sister-in-laws. We've discovered that the "things" of Christmas are not so nearly as important at the "people". While I have always known the presence of God in this wonderful season of the year, this year, Immanuel truly has been God With Us.

O Come, All Ye Faithful

2011-12-22T19:17:00.000-08:00

The Christmas truce on Flanders Field in Belgium is a timeless testimony to the power of the birth of Christ. On the western front of World War 1, a brief, unofficial cessation of hostilities occurred between British and German forces. It began on Christmas Eve 1914, when German soldiers in their trenches began singing "Stille Nacht", (Silent Night). The British stopped firing and began singing English carols. Soon the troops were greeting each other across no-man's-land and exchanging small gifts. According to the written account of an unknown British soldier, the next morning, December 25, 1914, was foggy and very cold. Neither side began firing; the truce held. Some British troops went over to the German side to help bury a slain soldier and then returned for a Christmas worship service. "How we did sing, 'O Come, All Ye Faithful.'" he wrote his family. "I never expected to shake hands with Germans between the firing lines on Christmas Day, and I don't suppose you thought of us doing so. So after a fashion we've enjoyed our Christmas." The next day the war resumed.

O come, all ye faithful, joyful and triumphant, O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem.
Come and behold Him, born the King of angels;

O come, let us adore Him, O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him, Christ the Lord.

Sing, choirs of angels, sing in exultation; O sing, all ye citizens of heaven above!
Glory to God, all glory in the highest;

Yea, Lord, we greet Thee, born this happy morning; Jesus, to Thee be all glory given;
Word of the Father, now in flesh appearing.

The Essence of the Christmas Season

2011-12-21T12:00:00.000-08:00

Here is a wonderful story, by Loren Young, that demonstrates the essence of Christmas.

One recent Christmas I was visiting my parents who live in a mining community in West Virginia. Times were bad. I noticed in front of me a young couple stopped near a lame man.
The husband, obviously a miner, and his wife were talking in whispers. As the young husband looked down at his wife, a smile slowly came over his face and he nodded. She pulled out an old black change purse. Then she walked slowly to the lame man and turned the purse upside down.
Coins rattled into the old man's cup. "I'm wishin' you a Merry Christmas," she whispered. Gratefully, the lame man reached out to shake her hand.
I watched them walk down the street. They were broke and would have to walk home. But I could tell by the bounce in their steps that it would not be a long walk. When they lightened their purse, they also lightened their hearts, and the joy that comes from giving had worked it ageless magic once again.

Let this Christmas season be renewing of the mind of Christ in our thinking, and a cleansing of our lives by His pure presence. Let His joy come to our weary world through us. Gerald Kennedy

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

2011-12-20T14:30:00.000-08:00

One of my all time favorite Christmas carols is O Come, O Come, Emmanuel. I have performed the carol many times as a piano solo, several choral arrangements, orchestra arrangements, and in the last couple of years, a wonderful arrangement for choir, cello, and piano. The cello part was played b Jonathan Gathman, one of the most creative and accomplished musicians I have ever had the privilege to perform with.

In medieval Europe, there were cathedral services each evening leading up to Christmas Eve. Each service would begin with an antiphon, a choral call to worship. There were seven "Great O Antiphons," beginning with the Latin word veni (come), followed by the Latin words for "O Wisdom," O Lord," "O Branch of Jesse," "O Key of David," "O Dayspring," "O King of Nations," and "O Emmanuel." It is believed that O Come, O Come Emmanuel was written in the 12th century. These choral prayers were rooted in messianic titles used by the prophets in the Old Testament, pleas for God to come. In the 1800s, various English translations of the "Great O Antiphons" were made. This well-loved British version is the work of Thomas Alexander Lacey, who was born today, December 20, 1853.

O come, O come, Emmanuel! Redeem Thy captive Israel.
That into exile drear is gone, far from the face of God's Son.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel. Shall come to Thee, O Israel.

O come, Thou Branch of Jesse! Draw the quarry from the lion's claw.
From the dread caverns of the grave, from nether hell, Thy people save.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel. Shall come to Thee, O Israel.

O come, O come Thou Dayspring bright! Pour on our souls thy healing light;
Dispel the long night's lingering gloom, and pierce the shadows of the tomb.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel. Shall come to Thee, O Israel.

O Little Town of Bethlehem

2011-12-15T14:50:00.000-08:00

When you look at printed music, the lyrics (words) are attributed to the author and the music (tune) is attributed to the composer. Sometimes both are written by the same person, but not always. When you look at the printed music for O Little Town of Bethlehem you see the tune is called "St. Louis." Here's the story.

In 1865, the famed Boston pastor, Phillips Brooks, visited the Holy Land and stopped at Bethlehem. He was so moved that he wrote the lyrics to this wonderful carol for the children in his Sunday School. He handed the words to his organist, Lewis Redner, and asked him to compose a melody. "If it's a good tune, I'll name it 'St. Lewis' after you." The completed song was an instant hit, and Brooks did name the tune for the organist, changing the spelling to "St. Louis" to avoid embarrassing him. Here are a couple of my favorite verses.

O little town of Bethlehem, how still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep the silent stars go by.
Yet in thy dark streets shineth the everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight.

How silently, how silently, the wondrous Gift is given;
So God imparts to human hearts the blessings of His Heaven.
No ear may hear His coming, but in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him still, the dear Christ enters in.

There Is Nothing Better Than A Christmas Baby

2011-12-13T14:23:00.000-08:00

34 years ago, today, our daughter Aimee was born at Kaiser Hospital in Santa Clara, California. For a minister of music, the timing was very interesting. That week, we were in the final preparations for our annual Christmas concert, and the hospital was 2 hours driving time away from the city we were living in. It was this way because of insurance requirements. Our oldest son, Jason, was almost 2 years old, so that year we had a great Christmas with Jason, who understood what was going on, and Aimee, our brand new baby, that everyone wanted to hold.

Every year we had to really work at having Aimee's birthday on the calendar early enough so that the church music I was working on wouldn't overlap. Jason was an almost perfect baby. He hardly fussed, slept through the night starting his first week home, and was an easy baby and child to care for. Then came Aimee... One night when she was still pretty young she came into our bedroom. I was already in bed, reading Dr. Dobson's The Strong Willed Child. She asked me what I was reading and I told her, "Aimee, I'm reading a book about you." Then there was the time she and her mother were visiting Kathy's parents. Marjorie taught organ lessons in her home and was finishing up with a student. As the adult student started to leave, Kathy and Aimee came into the room and Kathy's mom introduced them. The student asked Aimee, "what do you call your Grandma?" to which Aimee replied "Grandma." Then the student asked her "what do you call your Grandpa", to which Aimee proudly replied "jerk." We're still not sure where that came from. What we did know early on was that Aimee had a mind of her own, and she would march to the beat of her drummer, not necessarily ours.

Today Aimee is an outstanding Children's Pastor in Albany, Oregon. This is the second church where she has made tremendous strides in the church's ministry to children. I think the single-mindedness that she displayed as a child has benefited her tremendously as she creatively designs ministry to children. I believe that somewhere down the road, Aimee will be a regional, if not national Children's Ministry leader. I think she will be a wonderful mentor and creative resource for children and children's leaders across our country. She is also a wonderful mother and wife.

As I stand back and watch from a distance, I am so thankful to God for this wonderful little dynamo that He trusted us with. Her mother and I are so proud of her. We can't wait to see all of the great things that God will help her and her husband accomplish.

Is Christmas Celebrated in Heaven?

2011-12-10T15:16:00.001-08:00

I have started watching some of my favorite Christmas movies. On of them is the 1951 version of A Christmas Carol staring Alistair Sims. One of my favorite scenes is where Bob Cratchit asks for Christmas Day off, and after Scrooge scolds him for taking off this one day of the year, Bob's face lights up as he puts on his scarf and coat. The joy of anticipation shows all over his countenance. I know how Bob Cratchit felt, because I love Christmas as well. Another recent movie that is becoming a favorite is The Nativity. I love seeing the story acted out on the screen. Every year I read the story from the gospels, but there is something special about seeing each scene unfold. On Friday evening I attended a presentation at St. John Lutheran Church titled The Legend of the Christmas Angels. Part of the story explored the idea of how the angels interact with humans during Christmas.

All of this got me thinking about Christmas in Heaven. I wonder if each year a grand pageant is presented for all the heavenly residents? I have directed many Christmas presentations over the years. Many of them have included a nativity scene. The success of each presentation depended somewhat on the budget for costumes and sets, and the actors that were available, lighting and sound, music and all the elements that go into a Christmas pageant. There would be one huge advantage to the presentation of a Christmas pageant in Heaven. They have the original cast! No one has to wonder about what the costumes looked like, the script is exactly right, and there is no question about "did the angels say or sing?" The lighting would be perfect and the audio crew wouldn't miss a single cue. Can you imagine the power of the presentation as this wonderful story is enacted by all the people who were there more than 2,000 years ago? I wonder if everyone kids the innkeeper about not trying harder to find a room for Mary and Joseph? I believe the angel host that announced Jesus' coming to the shepherds numbered in the thousands on that wonderful night. I wonder if when they reenact the story in Heaven, they give other angels who might not have been there, the opportunity to shout "Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace to men on whom his favor rests."

I hope they really do present The Nativity every year. And...if they do, that will be one of the highlights for my first Christmas in Heaven. I love this story, and what an incredible thing to see it re-enacted by the original cast. Merry Christmas.

Let Christmas Begin

2011-12-05T18:34:00.001-08:00

This is going to be a very different Christmas for the Salazar family. For the first time in 36 years, we are not part of a church staff during the Christmas season. For the past nine years we have enjoyed 3 church Christmas parties. First with the Deacons, Elders and Pastoral Staff, our entire church staff and then we hosted our Music Department at our house for a grand get together. It is very interesting to not have a church family, especially at Christmas. We have been attending a wonderful Lutheran church near us, but it is not our church family yet.

Christmas will still be a great celebration in our home. As of today, our house lights are up, our outside decorations are out, our live tree is decorated and lit, and most of our inside decorations are up. Tonight we decorated our tree, drank hot chocolate, enjoyed a fire in the fireplace and listened to wonderful Christmas music. Let Christmas begin...

We also had another heartwarming experience tonight. Earlier today we pulled out a lot of decorations that we have not used in this house because it is smaller than other houses we have lived in. They are all very nice and we hated to see them stay in boxes. So, I put an ad in the "free" section of Craigslist and took pictures of all the things we wanted to give away. I mentioned in the ad that we particularly wanted to give these decorations, serving dishes, serving platters, and lights to a family or person that couldn't afford to decorate for Christmas. Within 30 minutes of posting the ad I had 6 responses. The first one was from a family that has a very ill mother living with them. The husband has been laid off for several months and they could not afford Christmas presents this year. The only thing they wanted to do was put out some decorations for their mother, thinking that this might be the last Christmas she is alive. The husband came over this evening to pick up all the items. He was blown away with all the nice things they received. I think they thought it might be junk. Shawn helped him load up all the boxes and then Kathy went out to his car and gave him a Schnucks grocery store gift card that had been given to us. This burly, hard-on-the-outside father choked up as Kathy gave him the card. We both saw that he was trying to stay composed, since he didn't know us, but if he had looked in our eyes, he would have seen the same emotion he was experiencing. All in all, it was a pretty good evening. Let Christmas begin...

Christmas Music Is Timeless

2011-11-30T13:16:00.001-08:00

Christmas music is timeless. Except for patriotic music, most other styles of music lose their impact as time goes by. If you look at top 100 charts from each decade, each chart is different. None of the music of one decade stays popular into the next decade. Last Sunday on our drive home from celebrating Thanksgiving in North Carolina, Kathy and I listened to some of our favorite Christmas music. Here is some of mine:

The Many Moods of Christmas - Robert Shaw with the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra & Chorus
Handel's Messiah - the Christmas portion
An Evening In December - incredible a capella music from the 80s
Christmas with the Annie Moses Band - wonderful young musicians
Jingle All the Way - Bela Fleck & the Flecktones - use a mixture of bluegrass, fusion of jazz, or anything else that catches their interest.
Il Divo - The Christmas Collection - an incredible men's quartet
O Come, O Come, Emmanuel - Jay Rouse's wonderful arrangement for cello, piano & choir
Noel - Josh Groban - last year we performed Silent Night from this album - one of the best arrangements of this classic carol.
Christmas Colours - Maranatha Music - wonderful light jazz
Michael W. Smith - Christmas - one of the best
If On A Winter's Night - Sting
The Preacher's Wife soundtrack featuring Whitney Houston
The Wind Machine, a New Age bluegrass group - they have 2 Christmas recordings
The Christmas Album - David Foster, with a lot of wonderful artists
Anything from Mannheim Steamroller

As a musician, I have had the privilege of playing a lot of great Christmas music. Both in public settings as well as just for myself. I think being a musician gives you a greater appreciation for other musician's work. I will try and listen to at least a portion of each of the works from my list this year. If you are looking for some new Christmas music, go to iTunes and listen to samples of some of these albums. Merry Christmas.

It Was Hard To Drive Away

2011-11-28T15:13:00.001-08:00

This past week we drove to Youngsville, North Carolina (Raleigh-Durham), to spend Thanksgiving with my parents and my sister and brother-in-law. We had great trips both going and coming. Our 3 teenagers even got along, for the most part.

My dad is 92 years old, very hard of hearing and getting very feeble. While it was a joy to be with him, it is hard to hold much of a conversation. One evening, however, all of us, together, spent some time in his bedroom. It was a fun, reminiscing time, and I'm glad that our children had a chance to spend the time with their grandfather. It was great to look at old photos and think about different times.

My mother is a saint. She, along with my brother-in-law, Terry, are the primary care givers for my dad. He needs almost everything done for him. On Friday night, he slipped out of his wheel chair on the way to the bathroom and I had to help my mom pick him up. She doesn't have enough strength to do what she does, but she does it anyway. I have never heard her complain about having to take care of my dad. Hospice care is involved now, and it is a tremendous help. Terry and Lila are incredible. There care for my dad is amazing.

My sister, Lila, and mom cooked a wonderful Thanksgiving meal. My sister is a vegan, and fixed several vegan dishes. The vegan turkey and stuffing was pretty good. We all enjoyed trying the various dishes and enjoyed all the traditional Thanksgiving food. It was good to have my dad at the table. Earlier in the week he was too weak to get out of bed. Later, my mom had to give him some morphine to help with extreme pain. He is struggling with congestive heart failure and it's starting to get the best of him.

On Friday we toured historical Wake Forrest and drove into Raleigh. We had a great time sightseeing.

On Saturday afternoon we said our goodbyes. I was emotionally overwhelmed as I said goodbye to my dad. I think I knew deep in my heart that this was my last goodbye before we see each other in heaven. For many miles I reminisced about my dad, the things he taught me, and the things I learned by just observing his life. You don't get parents any better than mine. This time together just reinforced that for me. On 6/18/2008 I wrote a blog titled Don't Forget To Sweep the Street. This was my dad at his best. It's worth searching for and reading.

Great Friends Are A Gift

2011-11-21T17:31:00.001-08:00

For the past 5 months our lives have been turned upside down. After 36 years of continuous church ministry, I have been out of work for these 5 months. Our kids are in limbo, not knowing where we will finally land. We have lost our church family and many of the activities and events we would have been part of are no longer available to us. For the past 6 weeks we have not had any income, which adds to the feeling of being turned upside down. That's the bad news. Now for the good news.

Most Sundays we have attended a Lutheran church with 2 of our best friends. This is a wonderful church and we have been blessed, not only to attend, but to attend with our good friends. These are friends who love us and have helped us tremendously for the past months. Yesterday we attended a church in Wentzville with 8 of our friends. Not only did we experience a wonderful service, it was great to be with friends. We hadn't seen some of these folks since our departure from West County Assembly of God 5 months ago, so we had the opportunity to "catch up." At lunch with 4 wonderful friends, we laughed, had great conversation, and they helped Kathy and I talk through some issues relating to our house and inevitable move out of the St. Louis area. When we got home yesterday afternoon, Kathy and I felt so refreshed. Our outlook, for the most part, has been very positive, but there have also been some frustrating and discouraging times. To spend time with good friends yesterday is a blessing from God.

Other friends have blessed us as well. We've had groceries delivered, we've been taken to Sam's, twice, to "stock up." We have received many cards and notes, most with a check or cash. A friend took me to a men's breakfast and then filled my van's tank on the way home. One of our best friends was instrumental in having Starbridge Christian Center set up a special fund for us to help pay for our health insurance. West County Christian Academy blessed us with a pile of gift cards and a check. We used gift cards for groceries for weeks with all the cards they blessed us with. Kathy and I have both been invited to breakfasts, lunches, and dinners. We've had many phone calls that have been so encouraging. While I could have never imagined that we would be in this precarious financial situation, God has used our friends to bless us. We will never forget this. While we do not have a firm job offer yet, we have 2, and perhaps 3 possibilities, that should have us in a new job by January 2nd. Kathy and I have always known that God took care of His own. To experience it first hand, primarily through our friends, has been nothing short of miraculous. God is so good...

The Final Week - The Resurrection

2011-11-19T17:04:00.001-08:00

My daily read-through-the-Bible-in-a-year passage ended today's reading with the Gospels account of Christ's resurrection and ascension. As I have mentioned in my previous blogs about The Final Week, I have learned so much from this reading. It is always amazing to me that brand new truth emerges from passages that you have read countless times before.

In today's reading, something jumped out at me. I think it may have been because for the past several months I have been desperately seeking the will of God. There have been times in my prayer times where I wished Christ would sit in the love seat across the room from my favorite chair and simply talk with me. While I have sensed God's presence many times in these past weeks, it would be incredible to look in His face and hear His audible voice. There is an account of that right after the resurrection.

Matthew and Luke tell about Cleopas and an unidentified man traveling on the road to Emmaus. Christ joins them in the journey. He asks them what they have been discussing and they tell Him about the events of the past few days. Luke 24:17-19 He asked, "What's this you're discussing so intently as you walk along?" They just stood there, long-faced, like they had lost their best friend. 18 Then one of them, his name was Cleopas, said, "Are you the only one in Jerusalem who hasn't heard what's happened during the last few days?" 19 He said, "What has happened?" (from THE MESSAGE) What a great sense of humor. Here he is the main character of all the events and He's asking "what has happened?" He goes on to say, Luke 24:25-27 "So thick-headed! So slow-hearted! Why can't you simply believe all that the prophets said? 26 Don't you see that these things had to happen, that the Messiah had to suffer and only then enter into his glory?" 27 Then he started at the beginning, with the Books of Moses, and went on through all the Prophets, pointing out everything in the Scriptures that referred to him. (from THE MESSAGE, emphasis mine)

What an incredible experience for these two men. Jesus starts at the beginning of the Word, goes all the way through the Prophets, and points out every prophecy that referred to Him. I think any of us would have paid a lot of money to have that kind of class with the Master. So when I pray, and think about Jesus sitting on our love seat, this is the kind of experience I had in mind. Wow.

The Final Week - Wednesday & Thursday

2011-11-18T17:30:00.001-08:00

Traditionally, we celebrate Good Friday on the Friday before Easter Sunday. (duh) However, there is compelling Biblical evidence that Christ celebrated the Last Supper on Wednesday evening, was betrayed and arrested that same evening and then crucified on Thursday. Since this was the time of celebrating Passover, there has been an assumption that Jesus and the disciples celebrated the Passover on Friday. While I do not have enough room to go into a detailed explanation, basically, you have to have an understanding of the Passover, the Feast of Unleavened Bread, and the way in which the Jews reckon time. For instance, the Jewish day begins at sunset on the previous evening. This means, for example, that our Wednesday night is actually Thursday, and our Thursday night is actually Friday. If Christ is placed in the tomb on Thursday afternoon, He is there for three days, which lines up with the scriptural accounts.

Confused? Matthew, Mark and Luke record the disciples' preparation for the Passover on the first day of the Feast of Unleavened Bread on which the Passover lamb had to be sacrificed. While the disciples assume they are preparing for the Passover meal, and that it will be held in two days, the meal we traditionally call the Last Supper was actually held on the day before the Passover, known as the Day of Preparation.

One of the most moving reasons for moving away from the traditional time frame is seeing how Jesus' crucifixion becomes the perfect type of the Passover Lamb. Under Hebrew law, the paschal (Passover) lamb is chosen on the tenth day and then kept up until the 14th day, when it is sacrificed for the sins of the people. If you count the days of the Jewish calendar, Christ was crucified on the Day of Preparation, the same day the sacrificial lamb was sacrificed for the Passover meal. Throughout the account of Wednesday and Thursday, more very specific prophecies as revealed in Isaiah 6 and 53, Psalm 41, and Zachariah 13 come to pass. The entire account of this week is an amazing one, full of revelation about Christ's sacrifice for us. Even though I've read these passages many times, I am learning so much this time. PTL

The Final Week-Tuesday Morning

2011-11-13T14:04:00.001-08:00

On Tuesday morning of Christ's final week before the crucifixion and resurrection, He is asked a question about the temple. Jesus begins a discourse on the end times that we find in Matthew 24 and 25. In chapter 25, Christ talks about heaven and our inheritance, and how that inheritance is gained.

31 "When he finally arrives, blazing in beauty and all his angels with him, the Son of Man will take his place on his glorious throne. 32 Then all the nations will be arranged before him and he will sort the people out, much as a shepherd sorts out sheep and goats, 33 putting sheep to his right and goats to his left. 34 "Then the King will say to those on his right, 'Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! Take what's coming to you in this kingdom (your inheritance). It's been ready for you since the world's foundation. 35 And here's why:

I was hungry and you fed me, I was thirsty and you gave me a drink,
I was homeless and you gave me a room, 36 I was shivering and you gave me clothes,
I was sick and you stopped to visit, I was in prison and you came to me.'

37 "Then those 'sheep' are going to say, 'Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? 38-39 And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?' 40 Then the King will say, 'I'm telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me — you did it to me.'
(from THE MESSAGE)

Once again as I read this passage this morning, I was reminded of the over 550,000 children who are in foster care and 127,000 of those children who are waiting to be adopted. Adoption is one of the key elements of our relationship to God. Gal 4:6-7 6 You can tell for sure that you are now fully adopted as his own children because God sent the Spirit of his Son into our lives crying out, "Papa! Father!" 7 Doesn't that privilege of intimate conversation with God make it plain that you are not a slave, but a child? And if you are a child, you're also an heir, with complete access to the inheritance. (from THE MESSAGE, my emphasis)

Foster care and adoption are a wonderful way for us to minister to Jesus. I can tell you from personal experience that foster care and adoption are wonderful ways to serve Christ. They are also, rewarding, frustrating, tiring, fulfilling, and a host of other things. One day the King will say to you, "Enter, you who are blessed by my Father! Take what's coming to you in this kingdom, your inheritance. It's been ready for you since the world's foundation.

The Final Week-Monday

2011-11-12T16:54:00.001-08:00

Mark and Matthew record a couple of events that made a real impact on me as I read through these passages today. Mark records this in chapter 11; 15 On reaching Jerusalem, Jesus entered the temple area and began driving out those who were buying and selling there. He overturned the tables of the money changers and the benches of those selling doves, 16 and would not allow anyone to carry merchandise through the temple courts. 17 And as he taught them, he said, "Is it not written:

"'My house will be called a house of prayer for all nations'? But you have made it 'a den of robbers.'"

18 The chief priests and the teachers of the law heard this and began looking for a way to kill him, for they feared him, because the whole crowd was amazed at his teaching.

Can you imagine the emotions that Christ is dealing with as he comes into the temple court. I think this was a case of righteous indignation. He physically cleans house. I imagine he was angry, frustrated and determined to make a point. He also fulfilled Isaiah's prophesy in chapter 56:7. Then Matthew records something that is a complete opposite to what has just happened. Matt 21:14 The blind and the lame came to him at the temple, and he healed them. 15 But when the chief priests and the teachers of the law saw the wonderful things he did and the children shouting in the temple area, "Hosanna to the Son of David," they were indignant. 16 "Do you hear what these children are saying?" they asked him.
"Yes," replied Jesus, "have you never read, "'From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise'?"

Jesus knows he will be crucified by the end of the week. He also knows that His disciples and followers still don't realize that His kingdom will be an eternal, heavenly one, and not an earthly kingdom that will overthrow the Romans. In the midst of these emotions, Jesus takes the time to heal and minister to people. He also takes the time to enjoy the praises of the children who have gathered. When the chief priests and teachers of the law try to rebuke Him, His response is a fulfillment of Psalm 8:2. We need to take our cues from these children, from our lips should come praise. Praise God for Christ's example. What a wonderful account from Monday of the final week.

The Final Week-The Triumphant Entry

2011-11-12T16:49:00.001-08:00

I've been reading through the Bible this year using the Daily Biblein Chronological Order. It is a great way to read the Bible inhistorical sequence. Today begins sections titled Final Week. I noticed somethingin the triumphal entry into Jerusalem that I had never consideredbefore. As Jesus and the disciples approach Jerusalem, he says to themin Matt 21:1-7; As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphageon the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, 2 saying to them, "Go tothe village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, withher colt by her. Untie them and bring them to me. 3 If anyone says anything toyou, tell him that the Lord needs them, and he will send them rightaway." 4 This took place to fulfill what was spoken through theprophet:

5 "Say to the Daughter of Zion,

'See, your king comes to you,

gentle and riding on a donkey,

on a colt, the foal of a donkey.'"

6 The disciples went and did as Jesus had instructed them. 7 Theybrought the donkey and the colt, placed their cloaks on them, and Jesus sat onthem. NIV

First, verse 5 is the fulfillment of Zechariah 9:9. Itnever ceases to amaze me how many prophecies were proclaimed about Christ andhis coming to earth, that came to pass. The second item is that just on Jesus'word, the people that owned the colt let him be taken by the disciples, whothey did not know. The other thing is that this colt had neverbeen ridden. Have you ever tried to ride a colt or horse that has neverbeen ridden before? I'm sure we've all seen a movie or video of the"breaking" process that happens when a horse or donkey is trained tohave a rider. It is not easy, and many people have been hurt trying to do this.The interesting thing here is that each of the writers say the same thing, they placed their cloaks onthem, and Jesus sat on them. To me, that is quite a miracle. No one had tobreak this colt, it simply cooperated with the King of Kings as he prepared toenter Jerusalem. The entire FinalWeek is full of these kind ofevents that get lost in the bigger story. This story never gets old. Over andover again the Word reveals new nuggets of truth that strengthen ourfaith and propels us to share this amazing story. Tomorrow, the Final Week-Monday.

Ageism In the Church

2011-11-08T13:04:00.000-08:00

In 1968, Pulitzer Prize winning author, gerontologist and psychiatrist, Dr. Robert N. Butler coined the descriptive term, “ageism,” to describe discrimination against older adults (a term consistent in usage with ‘sexism’ or ‘racism’). While the problem continues in the secular world, age discrimination is also tolerated and practiced widely within the Church. This is not only not right, it runs against the grain of biblical scripture. In one of his recent posts on Christians and business, Dan Edelen explains how ageism in business has bled over into the church:

The "old is bad" meme has caught on even within God's Body. Churches preach that your appearance does not matter and that age means nothing--while at the same time they kick out the gray-haired worship pastor in favor of the trendy postmodern guy who loves Coldplay.

You can't go a day and not her some radio preacher talking about bringing legal challenges to abortion, gay marriage, or some other pet Evangelical cause. But where was D. James Kennedy when a guy in his fifties got a pink slip in California for being "too old?" Why isn't Jim Wallis camped out in Sacramento protesting? Where's the book by John Maxwell decrying "employment euthanasia" amid all that talk about leadership? . . . .

This is no way to live folks. And the Church's silence is pervasive.

Sadly, it appears that more and more church leaders are buying into the worldly idea that young people are the only ones that count. Terms like "our target is 20s and 30s", or "our emphasis is young families" are the mottos that drive programming, worship music and sanctuary ambiance. Most churches have been built and supported by the older members of their congregations. When they question the changes that favor only younger people, they are told something like "you've had your day, now it's ours." While that may be true, to a degree, the insensitivity of demanding agreement without question creates a terrible conflict where either the long time member simply stays quiet, and wonders "where their church went?", or they feel like they must leave their longtime church to worship in a more blended congregation.

In a recent CASA Network blog, one of the writer's said this in relationship to younger and older pastors; While recently traveling with one denomination’s presbyter in California, he spoke to me of the difficulty leadership is having in connecting young pastors with those older and more experienced. “The younger leaders are not disrespectful,” he said. “They simply don’t want to waste time interacting with leaders they believe have little in common with them and with the way they want to ‘do church.’”

Sadly, in many churches today, "doing church" means excluding or not caring about older parishioners. As an older minister who has spent the past 5 months looking for a new church position, I can tell you that ageism is alive and well in the hiring process. Fortunately, there are still many churches who respect and include their older members in the life of the church. “Even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to all the generations to come” (Psalm 71: 18).

Jesus Is Helping Me

2011-11-04T18:37:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite people was Richard Dortch. I first met him while he was the District Superintendent of the Illinois District. Later, he became the vice president of the PTL Television Network. He was responsible for inviting Kathy's family, ourselves included, to join the PTL staff. I worked with Pastor Dortch at the PTL church, Heritage Village Church. He asked me to recruit and develop a choir for the church services. We eventually had a 100+ voice choir that sang for the church services, television broadcasts of the services and seasonal productions. Pastor Dortch had a high stress job as the VP, however, he always was upbeat and had time for everyone that needed to see him. When you asked him how he was doing, he would always say, "Jesus is helping me." I love that phrase and have used it many times.

One of my favorite Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir songs is My Help (Cometh From the Lord).
I will lift up mine eyes to the hills from whence cometh my help,
my help cometh from the Lord, the Lord which made Heaven and Earth.

He said He would not suffer thy foot, thy foot to be moved;
the Lord which keepeth thee, He will not slumber nor sleep.

Oh the Lord is thy keeper, the Lord is thy shade
upon thy right hand, upon thy right hand.

No, the sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night,
He shall preserve thy soul even forever more.

My help, my help, my help, all of my help cometh from the Lord.

These words are straight from Psalm 121. Here are the last two verses:

7 The Lord will keep you from all harm — he will watch over your life; 8 the Lord will watch over your coming and going both now and forevermore.

Regardless of what comes, regardless of what you are facing, the modern day synopsis of Psalm 121 is Jesus Is Helping Me. The next time someone asks you how you are doing, tell them... Jesus is helping me.

If You Are Desperate Today

2011-10-31T15:37:00.000-07:00

In the lobby of the Assemblies of God headquarters in Springfield, Missouri, there are four wonderful paintings that display the four defining truths of the Assemblies of God. They are: Salvation, Baptism in the Holy Spirit, Healing, and Second Coming. Ron DiCianni is the artist. You can see the four paintings here, AG paintings.

I love this story because it illustrates how much Christ cares for each of us individually. Matthew, Mark, and Luke each tell this story. Basically, this woman has had a female, hemorrhaging disease for twelve years. She had spent a fortune, actually all she had, and had gotten worse instead of better. Jesus is being followed by a large crowd. He is on his way to heal the daughter of Jairus, a synagogue ruler. This anonymous lady, pushes through the crowd to get close to Jesus. She knows in her heart that if she can just touch His clothes, "I will be healed.". I love how DiCianni portrays her on her hands and knees. She is in the position of surrender, defeat and desperation. The only thing missing from the painting is the huge crowd. As soon as the woman touches the hem of Christ's garment, she is instantly healed. Jesus sensed power leaving Him and asked, "who touched my clothes?" The disciples can't believe He is asking this question because the crowd is pressing Him, jostling Him, this is really a crowd scene. Jesus looks around and finally finds the woman. She falls at His feet and tells Him her story. He said to her, "Daughter, your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering."

Today you may not need physical healing, but you might need emotion healing. Perhaps you have been caught in the present economic downturn and are desperate for God's provision. Maybe there is a relationship in your family that needs healing, or perhaps you need freedom from fear, bitterness, or anger. You may need deliverance from an addiction. Let this woman be your example, do whatever you need to do to get to Jesus, including crawling on your hands and knees. Touch Him with your prayer, your cries of desperation. He will turn and find you and say "your faith has healed you. Go in peace and be freed from your suffering." He will find you, despite the size of the crowd.

All Things Work For Good

2011-10-18T12:18:00.000-07:00

Here is a small portion of Max Lucado's book God's Story Your Story.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28

We know…There are so many things we do not know. We do not know if the economy will dip or if our team will win. We do not know what our spouse is thinking or how our kids will turn out. We don’t even know “what we ought to pray” (Rom. 8:26). But according to Paul, we can be absolutely certain about four things. We know…

1. God works. He is busy behind the scenes, above the fray, within the fury. He hasn’t checked out or moved on. He is ceaseless and tireless. He never stops working.

2. God works for the good. Not for our comfort or pleasure or entertainment, but for our ultimate good. Since he is the ultimate good, would we expect anything less?

3. God works for the good of those who love him. Behold the benefit of loving God! Make his story your story, and your story takes on a happy ending. Guaranteed. Being the author of our salvation, he writes a salvation theme into our biography.

4. God works in all things. Panta, in Greek. Like “panoramic” or “panacea” or “pandemic.”All-inclusive. God works, not through a few things or through the good things, best things, or easy things. But in “all things” God works. Puppet in the hands of fortune or fate? Not you. You are in the hands of a living, loving God. Random collection of disconnected short stories? Far from it. Your life is a crafted narrative written by a good God, who is working toward your supreme good.

Kathy had the idea of starting a "Blessing Jar", a place to write and save all of God's blessings as we continue our journey of faith. Yesterday I paid all of our remaining October bills, and had enough money to do that. November will be another story, but I have a real good feeling that God will take of November. One interesting thing is happening with our house. It's been for sale since July. August and September were disasters...5 showings in two months. In the last week and a half, it's been shown 4 times and today we have to leave so it can be shown again. I know that God's timing is His own. He rarely shares it with us. What does this increased activity mean? We'll find out. Perhaps it will be one of the more dynamic "blessings" that we put in our Blessing Jar.

Do-Overs

2011-10-13T13:57:00.000-07:00

At times, we all do self evaluations, particularly about the major events in our lives. Sometimes we are tempted to spend time wondering what we would do if we could go back and re-live past events and do them over. Over the past 19 weeks, with a lot of extra time on my hands, I've thought about major events, both good and not so good.

Last week as I was wrestling with our budget, now that my severance pay has ended, I though about the 3 children that have adopted. As I was having a mini pity party, thinking about raising a second set of kids and all the expenses related to that, I thought about the fact that if we had not adopted our kids, we would have had several years as empty nesters. We could have doubled our retirement account and not be as limited as we look for a new ministry position without having to think about 3 teenagers and their needs. As I was thinking about this, I was reminded of a church service we had when Nicole was about 18 months old. The founders of the Royal Family Kids' Camps were our guests and Wayne Tesch was telling the story of one of the foster children that had attended one of the camps. As he described the horrible living situation this little girl lived in, and all of us were feeling so sad for this situation, the Holy Spirit whispered to me, "you rescued Nicole from a fate worse than this." This little 18 month old had already taught me so much about adoption and fatherhood, and this was a great confirmation that we had done the right thing.

In a recent blog, Ronnie Floyd said, Adoption is one of the clearest pictures of the gospel we could ever see. In fact, the doctrine of adoption is the heart of the gospel. We were hopeless and lost, but Jesus brought us into God's family. Our adoption story started in 1980 as foster parents. We fostered children for 20 years. Nicole was our first child that had no where to go. None of her relatives could pass a home study and her birth problems were severe enough to scare away potential adoptive parents. Since she had been our foster daughter for over a year when it was determined her family could not adopt her, we decided to. That was 18 years ago. Nicole is now 19 and a wonderful young lady. Later we brought Sam, 17, and Shawn, 16, into our family.Even though we didn't attach a lot of spiritual emphasis to our decision, James said in his New Testament book, Religion that is pure and undefiled, before God, the Father, is this: to visit orphans and widows in their affliction. Even though raising our adoptive children has been more challenging that our birth children, and there may be more challenges in the future, we wouldn't change a thing.

As I finished what I was doing with our budget, I thought about how blessed we are to have been adoptive parents. God will take care of us all, because He loves these children even more than we do. Do-over? Never. Blessed and contented? Yes.

Technology and Keeping In Touch

2011-10-10T19:40:00.000-07:00

New technology is wonderful. Watching the rapid improvements in televisions, audio equipment, computers and especially phones, is almost awe inspiring. It seems like using your phone to make calls is a minor usage of it. Instead, we browse the web, text, play interactive games, keep our calendar and a multitude of other tasks. If you can download apps, you have an almost unlimited range of things you can do with your phone. This is the upside. The downside is that personal communication is taking a backseat to the use of technology. Send an email instead of making a phone call. Text instead of hand writing a note. Write on someone's Facebook wall instead of paying a visit...

Yesterday, I experienced the use of technology and received encouragement and inspiring conversation from our son and a good friend. Josh called from Hungary and it sounded like he was right next door. He was calling to get an update on my job process. I love to talk with Josh, he is always encouraging and really cares about his mom and dad. Josh called on a European plan cell phone. The other call I got was from Figi. My good friend Rob Leacock called to see how we were doing. His wife, Lori, had read my "job update blog" and Rob was checking on us. Again, that was a very encouraging call and I enjoyed talking with Rob for a few minutes. That call came from the internet. It is amazing to me that for a country so far away, again, it sounded like Rob was very close. The only glitch was when Lori logged on her computer and the band width didn't support both the call and her web browsing. She logged off and Rob was crystal clear again.

Earlier today Kathy and I sat in Starbucks with Claudia Alexander for a couple of hours and worked on a project. That was a great time for Kathy and I, very inspiring. Just before we sat down, our son, Jason, called me to check on us. I love talking with Jason. Our older sons constantly bless us. Tonight I played the piano for a recording session. Dear friends, Craig and Cindy Young, were singing the vocals. We had a wonderful time doing the recording and then talking after the session. Again, an encouraging and uplifting conversation.

Sometimes technology doesn't do it. Sometimes we need the personal touch of a person we can sit with and talk, or talk person to person on the phone, even if it's from a foreign country. I need to remember that for myself. There are some people that need to hear my voice, or read a handwritten card from me. How about you? Is there someone you need to touch personally? I think I'll buy some note cards and envelopes tomorrow.

Looking For A Job In the Summer of 2011 - Another Update

2011-10-07T09:57:00.000-07:00

My last job hunt update blog was posted on August 24th. At that time, I had already discovered some interesting things about matching my skills and abilities to specific church ministry jobs. Since then, here's a couple of things that have been confirmed. 1) While churches are hiring Worship Leaders/Ministers of Music, they generally want that person to have at least 3 years of experience and their age to be somewhere in the middle of the age range of the church. That means, in most cases, someone in their 30s or 40s. While I have been a Minister of Music for 31 years, with very wide and diverse experience, my age puts me outside the preferred range. 2) My other skill set is in Church Business Administration. I have found that I am competing with many former financial institution employees who are CPAs or MBAs and will work for reduced church wages until the financial situation in the USA improves. For instance, I made the short list at an Episcopal church in Austin, TX for the position of Church Business Manager. The position was filled by an out-of-work CPA in Austin for a substantial reduction in pay. This worked great for the church, they paid their budgeted salary and got a very qualified employee, and did not have to pay for relocation expenses. This is a fairly typical scenario.

Today marks the 18th week of my job search. The severance package from my former church ends this week. Since most churches exempt themselves from paying into their state unemployment fund, church employees who are laid off or terminated cannot get unemployment benefits. In other words, our income completely stops after today, with no unemployment benefits eligibility. I am taking advantage of our state COBRA insurance program to continue our health insurance, but after October, we will pay the entire family premium. With 3 teenagers at home and Kathy and I both having some medical needs, health insurance is a necessity. A recent statistic I saw was that people in my age group take an average of 33 weeks to find a new job. With churches, once the holidays arrive, rarely are new employees hired until after the New Year. That means unless I can find a job before the third week of November, the holiday weeks will probably be lost to effective job hunting.

So, where are we? First, extremely grateful for the tremendous support of our family and friends. Thank you for all the meals and encouraging conversation, phone calls, cards, emails, etc. Just yesterday, some dear friends took us to breakfast and then to Sam's to "stock up". This is just one example of God truly blessing us through our friends. Second, in my wildest imaginations, I would have never thought that I would be in this situation at this stage in my life. To be let go from a church where I had served for almost 9 years, and in the words of the pastor "done a great job for our church", and in the worst economic period since the Great Depression, is almost unthinkable. However, God was not surprised. Now that our safety net is gone, this is where the real trust in God will come into play. I have always taught and believed that God is our Source. He uses our jobs to provide income, but He is the Source. The Salazars will find that out in the next weeks, and possibly months. Our relatives and friends tell us constantly that they are praying for us, and many of them have sent scriptures and words of encouragement. Please keep those prayers going heavenward and the encouragement coming to us. While we may go through some deep water, I know we'll have a victorious story to tell when we reach the shore. If you read this long post and have reached the end, thanks for your interest, support and prayers. Blessings...

The Creator Is Still Creating

2011-09-16T16:23:00.000-07:00

Last Christmas Kathy gave me the BBC video series Planet Earth and Blue Planet. These two multi DVD series are incredible looks at the wonderful planet we live on. As I watched each DVD, I was awed over and over again at God's creation. I was amused every time the narrator said something like "we're not sure exactly how this came to be, but it is amazing." I don't think the secular videographers meant to produce such great illustrations of God's creativity.

This morning I finished reading the book of Job. In chapter 38 God responds to Job and his friends. God asks, "Where were you when I laid the earth's foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! Who stretched a measuring line across it? On what were its footings set, or who laid its cornerstone while the morning stars sang together and all the angels shouted for joy? NIV

As I read these words, I thought again about the BBC series. I can see God measuring, figuring, planning, building small models and carefully creating each piece, each animal, each plant fitting together perfectly. As the creating began all the angels shouted for joy. What a thrilling scene. Here's a couple more thoughts; astronomers tell us that the universe is continuing to expand. No one know why. I do - God is still creating. He is making room for all the new stars and planets that are filling the space. One last thought. I read an article recently about a new species of shark turning up in a meat market. Scientists were amazed at this newly found species and they commented that there are probably thousands of plant, animal and insect species that haven't been discovered yet. I think God has a wonderful sense of humor. I can see Him continuing to create new species here on earth just to stay ahead of the scientists. I think He gets a real kick out of us finding something brand new and making a big deal out of it. I can see him leaning back and and laughing a huge cosmic belly laugh as His new creations are discovered. Just like creative artists continue to paint, sculpt, compose music, etc., I think our Creator is still creating. Creations that we will enjoy throughout eternity. Be careful when you squash that spider in your basement...it may be a brand new species...

He Gives More Grace

2011-09-08T07:54:00.000-07:00

He gives more grace as our burdens grow greater,
He sends more strength as our labors increase;
To added afflictions He adds His mercy,
To multiplied trials He multiplies peace.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He gives, and gives, and gives again.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed when the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father's full giving is only begun. (emphasis mine)

These are remarkable lyrics, a complete sermon right from God's Word, in 12 simple lines. It is even more remarkable when you consider that the author, Annie Johnson Flint, was orphaned at 6 years old and spent thirty years bedridden with arthritis. Annie initially wrote poetry as gifts to friends, but her talent became widely known. Many of her poems were set to music and published in books like Out of Doors.

When you think you have reached the lowest point, and you have exhausted all of your hoarded resources, God is just beginning to help you. Isn't it amazing how when you think your story is the worst ever, you find out someone else has had it much more difficult than you could ever imagine? In spite of Annie Flint's very difficult physical life, she really understood how much God loved her and cared for her. He does the same for you. If you know Annie's song, sing it right now. If you don't know the melody, read the lyrics slowly and let God make them real to you today. He will...I know...I've already sung the song this morning.

The Irony of Being Unemployed on Labor Day

2011-09-05T11:08:00.000-07:00

On this holiday Monday, I think I would rather be working. I don't think I've ever said that on a holiday, but obviously, this is a different time and circumstance.

As a Christian that is trying desperately to trust God and stand on His Word, the national and international news can be unsettling. No jobs added in August isn't exactly a confidence builder. And, I must admit, I'm not holding my breath waiting for our President's jobs speech on Thursday. To top it off, this morning my daily Bible-Through-the-Year reading began the book of Job. Speaking of confidence building... :)

One thing struck me this morning as I read the first reading. After each of Job's servants reported in to tell him of all the losses he had suffered, and they were incredible losses, this is what it says at the end of the first chapter, "At this, Job got up and tor his robe and shaved his head. Then he fell to the ground in worship and said: 'Naked I came from my mother's womb, and naked I will depart. The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.' In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing." (emphasis mine) I know I will never experience the depth and profound sorrow of Job's experience. However, my family and I may go through some deep water in the next few weeks and months. One thing I know, and God's Word through Job taught me again today, is that I must stay focused on God as our source, not the source of the calamity. Once Job dealt with the initial news and grief, (he tore his robe and shaved his head), he then fell to the ground in worship. I really want that to be my attitude.

So, if you see me in Walmart with a torn shirt and shaved head, don't panic. You will know that God and I are doing okay.

Looking For A Job In the Summer of 2011 - Update

2011-08-24T19:45:00.000-07:00

I started the process of looking for a new ministry job at the end of May. It is now near the end of August, 3 months later. Here is what I am finding out; there are a lot of people looking for work, there are a lot of people looking for ministry jobs, the average professional job seeker takes between 33 and 104 weeks to start working again. I spoke with a pastor in a medium sized church a couple of weeks ago. He is filling two pastoral positions. He told me he was overwhelmed by the number of resumes he had received. He said the last time he had to fill a position, pre-2008, he only got 5-6 resumes and since only 2 were qualified, it was easy to fill the position. While he didn't tell me how many resumes he had received for the position I was looking at, I could tell he was nearly paralyzed by the stacks of applications and resumes. One music position at a larger Iowa church generated 100 resumes. A Birmingham, AL church looking for a church administrator received over 70 resumes. While we are all aware of the very difficult national economy, unemployment rate and housing market, it really hits home when you are trying to find a job and sell a house.

The good news is that God knows what is happening, His word is still true, and people are getting hired. I have several situations that I'm waiting on, and I'm optimistic that very soon I'll be "back in the saddle." A friend gave me a booklet written by a friend of his when he was unemployed. He wrote "God has already identified my next job, my assignment is to find it." I firmly believe that God has picked our our next ministry position and He will help us find it.

For our friends that have shared a meal with us, written cards, called and emailed, thanks so much for your support. Thanks for your prayers for us. Please keep holding us up in prayer. We continue to shout our praise even when we're hemmed in with troubles, because we know how troubles can develop passionate patience in us, and how that patience in turn forges the tempered steel of virtue, keeping us alert for whatever God will do next. In alert expectancy such as this, we're never left feeling shortchanged. Quite the contrary — we can't round up enough containers to hold everything God generously pours into our lives through the Holy Spirit! Rom 5:3-5 the Message

Spirit of God, Descend Upon My Heart

2011-08-20T10:24:00.000-07:00

I have been reading Near To the Heart of God, Meditations on 366 Best-Loved Hymns this year along with my daily Bible study. Today's hymn, Spirit of God, Descend Upon My Heart really jumped out at me.

It was written by George Croly, an Irishman who was asked in 1835 to reopen a church that had been closed for 100 years. It was in the heart of the London slums, but his powerful preaching attracted large crowds. He prepared a fresh hymnal for the church and he included this hymn he had written.

Spirit of God, descend upon my heart; wean it from earth; through all its pulses move;
Stoop to my weakness, mighty as Thou art; and make me love Thee as I ought to love.

I ask no dream, no prophet ecstasies, no sudden rending of the veil of clay,
No angel visitant, no opening skies; but take the dimness of my soul away.

Teach me to feel that Thou art always nigh; teach me the struggles of the soul to bear.
To check the rising doubt, the rebel sigh, teach me the patience of unanswered prayer.

Teach me to love Thee as Thine angels love, one holy passion filling all my frame;
The kindling of the heaven descended Dove, my heart an altar, and Thy love the flame.

Read each verse slowly, meditating on each one. This is a wonderful prayer of submission to the will of God.

Today Is Our Anniversary - Best Years of My Life

2011-08-09T09:14:00.000-07:00

Today Kathy and I are celebrating 37 wonderful years of marriage. The big event on the weekend of our wedding 37 years ago was the resignation of President Richard Nixon on our rehearsal evening and then his leaving the White House with his family on the day of our wedding. There are a lot of highlights that are vivid memories, but there is also a lot of time in which I do not recollect much. This kind of reminds of the story of the two retired guys who are talking and one says to the other, "I couldn't help but notice that you call your wife 'sweety', 'baby doll', 'sugar', and other romantic names. How have you kept that much romance in your marriage all these years? The other guy turns to him and says, 'actually, I forgot her name about 10 years ago and I've been too embarrassed to ask her what it is."

Well, for us, it's not that bad. We have many wonderful memories that we recall. We've been so blessed. One of the biggest blessings has been our unified desire to serve God full time, anywhere, anytime. We've had some great adventures, and both of us have seen our experiences as adventures in helping to build God's kingdoms. We've had the blessing of raising six children, three birth children that are now grown and all involved in full time ministry, and three teenagers still at home that bring both great joy and present interesting challenges. We look back at some great ministry successes and people that we've had the pleasure of mentoring and guiding into successful ministry and other careers. Today we have an interesting predicament, looking for a job and trying to sell a house in an economic climate that is creating financial havoc in our nation. However, God is faithful, He will provide.

As I think about today, the greatest blessing for me is the love that Kathy and I share. I love her so much. She is my best friend and confidant. I love her laugh, and the way she brightens up a room. Of the two of us, she is the "people person" and I enjoy watching her be with people. I love the fact that after we've been with a group of people I get to go home with her. 37 years is a lot, particularly in our present society, but for us it is another signpost on a lifetime commitment that we agreed to 37 years ago. Now we're older, hopefully wiser, and ready for the next adventure, whatever or wherever it may be, together.

Our Universe Never Ceases To Amaze Me

2011-08-08T11:27:00.000-07:00

Last week I watched a Discovery Channel documentary on the 400 years of the telescope. It was a very interesting progression from a simple spyglass with limited range to the current telescope technology that will replace the Hubbel telescope. The pictures of our galaxy and well out into our universe were amazing. The knowledge of how stars are born, the rapidly expanding universe and our relative size in our universe were just a few of the topics covered. I was amazed again at our Creator's work.

The documentary's narrator mentioned more than once how much we cannot see and speculated on how much more there was out beyond what our technology could reach. This reminded me of how big our Creator must be. Psalm 147:4 says He determines how many stars there are and calls them all by name. In Psalm 33:6 it says, He merely spoke, and the heavens were formed and all the galaxies of stars. In another place in scripture it says that He spreads the stars as a canopy over His throne. I can't even imagine how big God must be to be able to do this. Plus, the universe is expanding at a rapid rate. Does this mean He is still creating, and the universe is expanding to allow room for all His new creation?

I am thankful for one huge thing. In this documentary, they showed earth as a large planet and then began to pull away to show how vast just our galaxy is, and then continued to pull away beyond the Milky Way. Of course, Earth, had long disappeared from sight. So, I am thankful that the God who created this incredible universe, knows where I live on this tiny planet. He cares about me, loves me and knows exactly what I need. And in return, He allows me to know Him. Incredible...

These Layoffs Helped the Country

2011-07-31T11:53:00.000-07:00

In 2nd Kings and 2nd Chronicles there is an account of the nation of Judah returning to Jehovah God. King Josiah directs that the temple should be repaired. In the process of starting the renovation, Hilkiah, the priest, finds the Book of the Law. While the Biblical account doesn't say that the priest reads some or all of the book, the implication is that they are so stunned by what is written there that they immediately take the Book of the Law to the king. In 2nd Kings 22, the book is read to king Josiah. He is so distressed by what he hears that the scripture says he tore his robes. Eventually the king has the book read to all the people.

In chapter 23 there is an account of the sweeping reforms that the king makes as he brings the people out of generations of idolatry and back to God. With my current mindset of looking for a job, as I read these passages, the idea of layoffs came to mind. First he did away with the pagan priests, he tore down the living quarters of the male shrine prostitutes (and put them out of business), and he put the women weavers out of business. (they weaved material for the idol Asherah) Josiah put the priests out of business that burned incense, fired the staff of the idol gates at the entrances to the cities and then he fired all the mediums and spiritists in the land. As I thought about this account, when you consider that this was nation wide, it meant that at the least many hundreds lost their jobs and actually it was probably thousands.

The end result of this massive layoff was a revival in Judah. Chapter 23 of 2 Kings has the account of the celebration of Passover in Jerusalem. Probably the first time in at least 200 years, and Passover had not been celebrated this way since the days of the prophet Samuel.

Our country is possibly on the brink of financial disaster, as is most of the world. A financial collapse in the U.S. would have wide reaching repercussions in the rest of the world financial markets. We truly need a return to Jehovah God in our country. In the midst of widespread fear and anxiety, we have an answer that we must find a way to communicate to a needy country. We must offer spiritual and Biblical answers to the present environment of uncertainty. Layoffs can be good...particularly when it drives us back to God.

Looking For A Job In the Summer of 2011

2011-07-26T21:19:00.000-07:00

This is my first blog post since June 29th. Kathy and I have been very busy getting our home ready to sell. We finally finished all the big items a week ago and this is the first week our house has been listed with a realtor. Finally some breathing room. If you are interested in seeing pictures and all the details, go to www.realtor.com and do a search on 433 Melanie Meadows Lane, Ballwin, MO 63021.

I sent my first resume at the end of May. To date I have sent 49 resumes, mostly to churches and ministries looking for a Church Administrator. I have another church to send a resume to tomorrow, so it will be an even 50. Here are some things I have learned over the past two months.

1) It is going to be difficult to be a full time Minister of Music/Worship Pastor again. No one is looking for anyone that isn't 40 or younger. I friend of mine who helps churches find senior pastors and staff pastors was kind enough to tell me in a recent face-to-face conversation, "forget about music, concentrate on Church Administration. However, the right church and right situation are not out of the question. If God has picked a place for me to be a MofM, I'm ready.

2) There are a lot of former church pastors and support staff members looking for positions. 3 years ago a church would get 4-5 resumes and applications for open positions. I have talked with several pastors and staff members where I have submitted a resume to find that churches are receiving 15 or more resumes for smaller churches, (300 in attendance and under) and up to 100 resumes for larger churches.

3) It is taking church employees anywhere from 6 months to 2 years to get settled in a new position. Younger people are on the shorter side, older people are on the longer end. Unfortunately, I'm on the older end. (We're also trying to sell our house in the worst housing market since the 20s)

4) Salaries are lower than 3 years ago. While churches are filling positions for staff they really need, they are very conservative in salary and benefits spending.

I have had periods of real anxiety, bordering on panic. We have 3 teenagers at home and from our experience with our first set of teenagers, we are in the most expensive part of their lives. 3 teenage drivers is a killer for auto insurance, for instance. However, here are some positive things I have experienced;

I can't tell you how many times my devotional Bible reading for the day has had incredibly encouraging words right from Scripture. Our friends have been very encouraging, and we have had lunches and dinners with many of them. We have friends going to church with us, and all the cards and phone calls have been great. I believe that God has assured me that He knows exactly where we are at, what we need and there is a divine plan in place. We aren't too picky about where we live or what denomination we work in. Our only real desire is to know what we are doing before our high school students need to start school.

So what is the bottom line? Jeremiah 29:11-12 I know what I'm doing. I have it all planned out — plans to take care of you, not abandon you, plans to give you the future you hope for. "When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I'll listen. (the Message)

If you think about it, breathe a prayer for us. I promise I'll blog more often and let you know what is happening. Okay, time to work on number 50.

Your House Never Looks Better Than When You're Trying to Sell It

2011-06-29T19:19:00.000-07:00

Why is it that everything we ever wanted to do to our houses gets done when you are trying to sell it? For instance, I've had several yard projects that I wanted to do over the next couple of years. Guess what, they're getting done in the next few days. Today, Shawn, his friend Cruz and I loaded up a full trailer load of old wood, an old rabbit hutch, yard debris, old landscaping stuff, plus "treasures" from our basement and took it all to the dump. Our backyard and basement sure look good.

Both of our boys wanted dark paint in their rooms. Sam's is camouflage and Shawn's is Bronco orange and blue. Our realtor said we should probably lighten the rooms, so today I painted one of the rooms with a High Hiding Primer-Ideal For Drastic Color Changes-Low Odor-Covers in One Coat-Dries in 30 Minutes. Well, at least it dried in 30 minutes. Tomorrow morning I'll roll all the spots that it didn't cover and tonight the window is open because the paint smell will knock you over.

Oh, by the way, we ordered new carpet for the basement. We would have never done that for ourselves, but, your house never looks better than when you're trying to sell it. Tomorrow I leave for the annual National Association of Church Business Administration conference. I know I'll enjoy it, and I particularly enjoy being with many other administrators that I know. But, I'll also be thinking about all the things I need to do when I get home. I would never get all this done if I was working. :)

Today I Will Make A Difference

2011-06-20T21:18:00.000-07:00

In 1985, Max Lucado, one of my favorite authors, wrote a book titled On the Anvil. Here is a short excerpt from the chapter Today I Will Make A Difference.

Today I will make a difference. I will begin by controlling my thoughts. A person is the product of his thoughts. I want to be happy and hopeful. Therefore, I will have thoughts that are happy and hopeful. I refuse to be victimized by my circumstances. I will not let petty inconveniences such as stoplights, long lines, and traffic jams be my masters. I will avoid negativism and gossip. Optimism will be my companion, and victory will be my hallmark. Today I will make a difference.

I will be grateful for the twenty-four hours that are before me. Time is a precious commodity. I refuse to allow what little time I have to be contaminated by self-pity, anxiety, or boredom. I will face this day with the joy of a child and the courage of a giant. I will drink each minute as though it is my last. When tomorrow comes, today will be gone forever. While it is here, I will use it for loving and giving. Today I will make a difference.

Each day for me is a combination of getting our house ready to sell and checking in with my contacts and resources to find a job. I could spend time replaying all the scenarios that led up to my being dismissed, and mentally think of ways to correct misinformation, but God has given me a tremendous peace about our future. He will take care of every situation and He will bless Kathy and I for not looking backwards, but trusting Him forward. I will make a difference because each person I come in contact with will see a positive outlook and a loving and caring attitude. I have noticed that in the past two weeks, (I have not worked for two weeks), I am driving differently (more courteously), I have more time to help people, my blood pressure and pulse rate are down several points, I'm sleeping better and I have lost 10 pounds. I suppose I could be in a panic and want some kind of revenge for the predicament we're in, but I have chosen a much higher road. You can make a difference today. Let God help you, He will.

Some Thoughts On Jonah

2011-06-18T19:00:00.000-07:00

One day this week my read-the-Bible-through-in-a-year reading was the book of Jonah. I've read this story many times, but this day I read Jonah's prayer in chapter 2 over and over. I stopped and meditated on his predicament. One thing that struck me was how calm this prayer seems. Now, I know that Jonah didn't write this book as the events unfolded, but nevertheless, he seems pretty calm. He begins by saying, "In my distress I called to the Lord," you think?! If it were me, it would read, "In my distress I pounded on the fish's insides with my fists, kicked as hard I could and yelled at God to save me at the top of my lungs." Later on Jonah writes, "When my life was ebbing away, I remembered you, Lord." Do you think Jonah lost consciousness while he was in the water? Can you imagine the terror he must have felt as he tried to tread water in the midst of a huge storm and big waves? I had an experience in Southern California while body surfing The Wedge, a well known, big wave area of Newport Beach. The waves were so big that day that it took everything in you to get out beyond the break to catch a wave. I remember the first, and only wave that day, because it ground me into the sand as it broke. It was so big that it held me on the bottom until I couldn't tell which way was up. By the time I was able to get out of the water, I really thought I wasn't going to make it. I can't imagine Jonah's experience.

One more interesting thought. Seaweed can really get you. Because I was raised on the West Coast, we went to the beach quite a bit. At times there was a lot of seaweed in the water and it would wrap itself around your arms or around your legs, and the moment it touched you, you knew that a shark had just chomped down on your arm or leg. The relief that it was just seaweed gave way to a moment of agitation as you threw the seaweed as far as you could away from you. Jonah says, "seaweed was wrapped around my head." Can you imagine poor Jonah, seaweed around his head, pounding on the insides of the fish, crying out to God.

Jonah's prayer ends with "What I have vowed I will make good. Salvation comes from the Lord." So what is the application for us? Our vow is to live our lives according to God's Word. To love Him, worship Him and live so a watching world will know that we have a special relationship with Him. If you feel like Jonah today, vow to live like God wants you to. Then remember Jonah's words, "Salvation comes from the Lord." He will save you. His promises are true.

The Power Of the Lord

2011-06-04T11:45:00.000-07:00

This morning, as I was reading my daily through-the-Bible-in-a-year pages, a story that I have read many times leaped out at me. It starts in 1 Kings 18:46. Elijah had just seen the power of God demonstrated on Mt. Carmel as a confrontation between the god Baal and the one true God, and it resulted in a powerful manifestation of God's power. After that, clouds begin to form and the multi-year drought comes to an end. The story continues: The power of the Lord came upon Elijah and, tucking his cloak into his belt, he ran ahead of Ahab all the way to Jezreel.

Here are some things to consider about this; remember that there are no paved roads and they were descending Mount Carmel so the road was winding and rocky. Second, it was customary for kings to have runners go before them. Third, Elijah was from Gilead (East of the Jordan River, South of the Jabbok River, North-east of the Dead Sea), where Bedouins lived. Bedouins were famous for their running ability, much like the Ethiopians are for producing world-class Marathon runners. The distance from Mount Carmel to Jezreel was about seventeen miles, about 9 miles short of a marathon. So the run was quite a feat no matter the pace or training!

So you are saying, "and....". Well the and is, the power of the Lord came upon Elijah, and regardless of his background and even perhaps his training, God helped him do a supernatural feat. Do you need for God to help you perform a supernatural feat? Have you ever had the power of God come upon you in a powerful way? I can tell you right now that I need for the power of God to come on me. I have several feats that need to be done in the next few days. We need to prepare our house and yard for sale, we need to begin processing all the things that need to happen when you relocate, and I need for God to present the exact right open door. What is your need? Take a moment right now and ask God for His power to come upon you to help you do something that you know you cannot do in your own power. When is happens, leave me a comment. Blessings...

Leaving the Church I've Served For Nine Years

2011-06-02T21:40:00.000-07:00

I have served at the Minister of Music and Administrative Pastor at West County Assembly of God for the past nine years. This coming Sunday, June 5, will be our last Sunday at the church. I was hired in 2002 by the founding pastor of the church, John Wilson. He retired in 2007. As sometimes happens with the change in senior pastors, associate pastors who holdover from a previous administration are encouraged to find other places of ministry. After serving four years with our current pastor, my tenure has ended and I've started the adventure of finding a new place of ministry.

I will continue to write this blog. In fact, I will write several blogs in the near future about some of my experiences as a staff member at this church. For now, however, I wanted to tell you that if you go to the WCAG website to access my blog, you will need to subscribe to it. After Sunday, the link may not be in the place where you have found it in the past. Go to the bottom of this page and look for the "Subscribe To: Posts (Atom)". When you click on it, you will be taken to a page where you can subscribe to my blog. You will get an email notice when a new blog has been posted.

Thanks for all your comments on the various topics I write about. I have really enjoyed blogging about spiritual and Biblical topics, personal experiences and blogging about my family. I will blog frequently about our adventure as we trust God for a new ministry opportunity and trust Him for the sale of our house. While our economy is not producing many jobs, and the housing market is down, this gives us the opportunity to really watch God move on our behalf. Our family is seeing this as an adventure in trusting God, and we'll let you know how it goes.

A Great Hymn Story

2011-05-30T09:03:00.000-07:00

Joachim Neander was born on May 30, 1650. He only lived thirty years. In those thirty years he served faithfully an an endearing pastor and as the author of sixty hymns. In his spare time, he loved to hike through a beautiful valley near Dusseldorf, and after his untimely death from tuberculosis, this valley (or thal in German) was named for him - Neander-thal. (you know what's coming, don't you.)

Ironically, many years later the skeletal remains of an early race of humans were found in that valley and dubbed "Neanderthal man." The discovery gave a temporary boost to supporters of human evolution. How odd that the name of the writer of one of our greatest creation hymns should be attached to a theory he never would have supported.

   Praise to the Lord, the Almighty, the King of creation!
   O my soul, praise Him, for He is thy health and salvation!
   All ye who hear, now to His temple draw near;
   Praise Him in glad adoration.

   Praise to the Lord, who over all things so wondrously reigneth,
   Shelters thee under His wings, yea, so gently sustaineth!
   Hast thou not seen how thy desires e'er have been
   Granted in what He ordaineth?

   Praise to the Lord, O let all that is in me adore Him!
   All that hath life and breath, come now with praises before Him.
   Let the amen, sound from His people again,
   Gladly for aye we adore Him.

We Laid A Hero To Rest Today

2011-05-29T20:01:00.000-07:00

Ted Wilding is a hero. He's a hero because he did the hard things well. He didn't shy away from responsibility and demonstrated a tremendous love for his wife even under a most difficult situation.

I met Ted nine years ago when I became the minster of music at West County Assembly of God. Ted played the tuba in our orchestra. Very early in my time at the church I had the opportunity to sit down with Ted and get to know him better and hear his story. The short version is that he had played the sousaphone and tuba in high school and college. Once he started in his career, he didn't play again. Much later in life, at the urging of other musicians, he started playing an old sousaphone. At one point, the minister of music at WCAG at the time, Doug Gilliland, arranged for the church to buy a new tuba for Ted to play. He didn't know if it was because Doug wanted a tuba rather than a sousaphone, or if it was because the sousaphone always played slightly flat. Either way, Ted, and the orchestra, was blessed with a brand new instrument. Ted also played in a brass quintet that make up the brass section of our orchestra. I love to hear them play.

Today the brass quintet was a quartet. Ted slipped into eternity last Tuesday evening some time, sitting in his favorite chair. He was the caretaker for his lovely wife Jo. I still remember the time when Ted told me that Jo had been diagnosed with dementia, and the prognosis was that it would probably turn into full blown Alzheimer's disease. Over time, we watched Jo start to slip away, and Ted faithfully took care of her. At one point he brought her to our rehearsals, so she could be close by. She needed to see him close. A few months ago he started taking her to the restroom during our rehearsals because he was afraid if she went on her own she might not find her way back. About the same time he told me that he was going to have to sit out playing for our worship services because Jo needed him to be close by. He still played with the Orchestra for special songs and presentations, but most Sundays he sat with Jo. Kathy and I went to the assisted living apartments where Ted and Jo lived for dinner a few times. It was wonderful to watch Ted take care of Jo, and to see her enjoy our visits because she felt so comfortable with Ted's care. I never once heard Ted complain about his and Jo's life. He was always upbeat and was a delight to be around, particularly at our Orchestra rehearsals.

Today we laughed at memories, cried some, played and sang some of Ted's favorite music, and said goodbye. The wonderful thing is that we'll see Ted again. The promise of eternity with those we love, and in God's presence is what sustains us through these times of loss. Ted Wilding is a hero...

The Miracle of God's Creation

2011-05-21T15:30:00.000-07:00

I mentioned in my last blog that I had been in Albany, Oregon, visiting with our daughter Aimee, her husband Jason and our grandchildren. I also met our newest grand daughter, Norah Grace. I hadn't held a brand new baby in some time, so as I held her, many times, in the days I was there, I was reminded of how delicate and tiny and perfect, God's creation is. I was fascinated by her fingers, each one perfectly formed. Her tiny, tiny fingernails, miniatures of mine. Each facet and feature of her face placed there with exacting detail. While I realize I'm biased, this little girl is one of the most beautiful of God's creations.

Lately I have been fascinated with the bigness of God. Recently I read an article about the vastness of the universe and how that despite advances in methods to see farther out into space, the writer of the article concluded that we would really never know how big our universe is, much less what else is out there. As I thought about the findings of the author, I thought that God had to be bigger than we can possibly imagine in order to have created and bring order to this huge creation. Then, I was awed again as I sat and held Norah and marveled at God's incredible detail in miniature. I had an interesting question. How does a baby's heart start and how big is that heart. Scientists tell us that a baby's heart begins to beat at about 5 weeks after conception and at 5 weeks, the entire baby is only 1/16 to 1/8 inch (1.5 to 3 millimeters) long. That means that the heart is nearly microscopic. I wonder if God takes the responsibility to start each new heart? I wonder if His assistant says to Him, "God, today 27,567 new babies are ready to have their hearts start beating." And in His Omnipresent way, He begins the process of breathing life by starting brand new, tiny, tiny hearts beating.

I am constantly amazed that the Creator of the universe, is also the same God who cares about microscopic details, like beginning new life. He does love us, He does care for us, He does know exactly where we are at and what we need. He is always there. Norah Grace, you won't remember my visit, but thanks for the reminder of who our wonderful God is.

It Doesn't Get Much Better Than This

2011-05-13T17:51:00.001-07:00

I'm in Oregon for a few days visiting with my daughter Aimee, son-in-law Jason, and grandchildren Mattie, Elyse, JJ and my newest granddaughter, Norah Grace. Here's a picture I took yesterday as we were both going in and out of consciousness. It's amazing how relaxed you can be when you are holding a new baby. In the moments when I was actually awake, it struck me how dependent Norah was on me to hold her, not drop her, pat her a little when she stirred and generally look out for her welfare while I was holding her. While she is too young to figure out who she can trust and not trust, I think that at this age, trust is automatic. It is expected. Boy, don't you wish you could trust like that again. We've had too many life experiences that have put barriers and filters up so that we can evaluate who we can trust and who we ought to avoid.
The beauty of trusting God is that we can trust him just like Norah was trusting me. No preconceived ideas, no conditions, not even any perceived outcomes, just simple trust that God has it all in control. He said in His word that He would never leave us or forsake us. He is there for us. I was thinking about that as I held Norah and she took a nap. Maybe that's what we should do, take a nap in the arms of Jesus, and trust Him...

I Will See the Goodness of the Lord

2011-05-10T19:19:00.000-07:00

Psalm 27 was part of my read-the-Bible-through-in-a-year reading today. It begins with two huge statements of confidence in who God is. The Lord is my light and my salvation-whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life-of whom shall I be afraid? (emphasis mine) The Bible's description of Heaven tells us that there is no night there because Christ is the source of light. I wonder if that means there will not be any shadows. After all, if God is omnipresent, He would be on all sides of any object at the same time, no shadows. There are three powerful words here, light, salvation and stronghold. When you let that sink in, there really isn't a reason to fear or be afraid.

Later on in the Psalm the author writes, One thing I ask of the Lord, this is what I seek; that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple. There are days when we wish this would come to pass as soon as possible. The wonderful thing about this is that even in our toughest times, we know that one day we will dwell in the house of the Lord and we will gaze upon the beauty of the Lord. I have heard Christians wonder out loud if praising God will eventually get old in Heaven. I personally think that the process of uncovering the wonders of God will produce praise and worship and this process will go on throughout eternity. I think every moment will produce more wonderment and awe at who God is and what He has done, and our only response will be worship.

The Psalm ends with, I am confident of this; I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. In our present day, consumer oriented culture, where everything is immediate, no one likes to wait. Sometimes, however, after we have exhausted all the things we can do, the only response is to wait. Even then, we sometimes can't resist the arrogance of telling God what He needs to do for us, now! I think sometimes God waits us out, waits out our struggling, throwing tantrums, trying to fix things, and then He moves on our behalf. If we believe He is our stronghold (verse 1), then in His strength we can be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord. (verse 14)

If you are having a tough time, this Psalm is for you. Read the entire Psalm and meditate on each section. Then, wait on the Lord. He's there...waiting for you.

Motherhood Is a High Calling

2011-05-08T08:35:00.000-07:00

I live with a mother who has a high calling to be a mother. It became very evident when were were living in Linn County, Oregon in the early 80s. Kathy heard a public service announcement regarding the county's Social Services Department that was in desperate need of foster parents. We had two pre-schoolers at the time and we were on the pastoral staff of a large church in Albany, Oregon. After several discussions about the logistics of fostering children, and the consideration of moral and humanitarian implications, we signed up to take the classes and become foster parents. While Kathy and I are solidly pro-life, we are not protesters. We would probably never feel comfortable standing in front of a Planned Parenthood office or abortion clinic with a sign. But given the fact that at any given time there are approximately 500,000 children in foster care in the United States, caring for a child in this situation seemed to us to be a way to declare our commitment to life, to a watching world that seems to discard children without any remorse or second thought.

I must admit, Kathy was the primary care giver. I assisted her with a lot, but she is the one who cared for each child 24/7, took them to doctor appointments, took them for visits with their parents, met with the social workers, etc. There is not enough room to tell any of the stories, but each child was a story, including our very first baby with a huge hole in her heart that made her unadoptable. Our task was to care for her while treatment was decided on and then get her through the surgery(s) that would be needed and all the other things she would need. Before any of this took place, we had her dedicated in a church service and God healed that hole. Everyone who knew of her case was totally amazed.

I'm not sure how many children we had in our home in Oregon, but there were several, including the birth of our third child, Josh. When we moved to South Carolina, we were both working full time at Heritage USA, but we also cared for newborn pre-adoptive babies. We had several babies in SC, each time when they left our home to go to their adopted home, the new parents spent the night before the transfer with us in our home. One couple brought their video camera and videoed everything, including changing dirty diapers, feeding, especially burping, it was quite hilarious. Kathy was the perfect mother to turn over a new baby to adoptive parents. She made sure they knew everything they needed to know, and helped make the new parents feel comfortable with their new baby.

When we got to Denver, we were only one of two families that specialized in medically fragile or severely abused children. We saw some real miracles as severely abused babies started the healing process. These children were fortunate to have Kathy as a foster mom. She loved and nursed so many children back to health. It was in Denver where we adopted our three children who were not adoptable because of their birth problems, both medical and because their mothers abused alcohol or drugs while they were pregnant. I still remember the forms we had to sign for Nicole. The disclaimer form was longer than anything I have ever seen. They wanted to make sure that we went into this adoption with our eyes wide open. I thought we would stop at one, or two, but it was mom, Kathy, who couldn't turn a child away. Today we have three teenagers in our home that we love dearly. Even though they have presented some unique challenges, they are wonderful children.

There have been times when I have sat back and been awed by Kathy's commitment to children, to watch her love and care for them without any regrets or selfishness. She has given up a lot over the years to do this, (35+ children) but somehow I think that she wouldn't have changed a thing. For her, motherhood is a high calling.

Here's a Glimpse of My Mom

2011-05-06T20:55:00.000-07:00

Mothers are wonderful people. They sacrifice everything for their children. They love, protect, nurture and set aside their own needs and desires for their children. My mother is no different. Even after all the years I have been an adult, with my own family, my mom is still my loving, protecting, nurturing mom.

When my two sisters and I were in elementary school we had an annual late summer routine that the kids loved. I'm not so sure it was as much fun for my mother. My mom didn't drive during these early years, so when the appointed day came, we walked down to the bus stop and took the public bus to downtown San Jose. On one of the main downtown intersections was a huge J.C. Penney store. For several hours the three of us would try on clothes, pick new underwear, try on shoes and get ready for the new school year. After we paid for our purchases, we would load up our bags and walk down a block to the big Woolworth store. We would climb up on the lunch counter stools, put our bags at our feet and enjoy a real treat, lunch in a restaurant. We didn't eat out very often when we were growing up, so having lunch at the Woolworth lunch counter was a treat to look forward to all year. After we had eaten the last bite, we would load up our Penny's bags and head back a block to catch the bus for home. I can remember thinking that I hated for the day to end as the bus got close to our stop. It eventually got there, we loaded up our bags and walked home and put away all our new school clothes. My mom made this a great day for us, a fun day that I remember so fondly.

As an adult, I now know how hard my parents had to work to provide for us. I know my mom set aside many of her desires and needs so that we would have what we needed. Her example help mold me, and build character into my life. I know everyone thinks they have the best mom in the world. Too bad they didn't have mine, it would change their mind. (By the way, I still buy my underwear at J.C. Penny. As a child I loved the smell of a brand new tee shirt, I still do...)

Freedom and the Voice of God

2011-05-03T14:44:00.000-07:00

I have just started reading Bill Hybels book, The Power Of A Whisper. Near the beginning of the book Bill talks about some of his experiences in hearing the voice of God, and how awesome and humbling it is to know that God would speak to us. Specifically to us.

Reading the first pages of the book reminded me of a time when I was as frustrated as I could be as a worship leader. We had joined the staff of a church in the northwest part of Denver and my assignment was to help transition this church from a fairly traditional congregational singing church to a worshipping church. What this entailed was working with a choir and musicians, helping them understand what we were trying to do, and to communicate to the congregation, mostly by our actions and attitudes and not a lot of talking. Week after week I carefully prepared music that would help us all make this transition. We learned some wonderful new worship music, we put together a small vocal worship team, we rehearsed faithfully each week, and we blended hymns and older songs into the mix so there would be something for everyone, and nothing. I mean nothing. Each week it felt like our musical offerings to the Lord made it to the end of our stage and dropped off onto the floor. I would look out and see people yawning, talking, half heartedly singing and it would wipe me out. I can remember telling the Lord how futile it was trying to help this congregation learn to worship Him.

On one Sunday, after the second service of the day, I was driving home alone, feeling sorry for myself and complaining to the Lord about how I thought things had gone. And then God spoke to me. I can take you to the exact place in the road where it happened. While I don't believe I heard the audible voice of God, the impact created a lifetime transformation for me. He said, "You are not responsible for any results. When you lead people into My Presence, it is up to Me to affect their lives. All you need to do is to worship Me, worship with all your heart, people will watch you, join with you and they will enter My Presence where I will have the opportunity to change their lives". I cannot tell you how freeing that was for me. While it took some time to totally let go of my need to "see people respond", it was the beginning of a change for this congregation. After this encounter I began to have people come up to me and tell me how "meaningful this song was", or "I really was able to worship God this morning". Sometimes people made these kind of comments to me and I remember looking out over the congregation and not seeing anything unusual happening to them. No hands raised, no "heavenly glow", but it didn't matter. God was at work and I didn't have to worry about the results. If you are in a ministry position today and you are struggling with your effectiveness, just do what God has called you to do. Let Him take care of the results. It's freeing....it really is.

Our Bodies Are Miraculous Creations

2011-05-02T12:09:00.000-07:00

Last week I was reminded again of God's unbelievable attention to detail when he created us. I had a visit with a new cardiologist. After listening to my Atrial Fibrillation story, he decided to do a stress test. I'll have that on Friday of this week. As part of the appointment, he decided to have a heart ultrasound done to make sure that my heart muscle is strong and that everything, except for the erratic rhythm, is working good.

I was turned away from the ultrasound monitor so I could not see any of the images that were being recorded. Since it took about 45 minutes, there is a lot of video of my heart beating. When the test was over and I was putting on my shirt, I looked at the monitor and saw that the last images were still there. It showed one of my valves opening and closing. I watched as the valve, in concert with the other part of my heart that was visible, worked to move blood through my heart. I was nearly overcome emotionally as I watched the valve work and realized how wonderfully we are put together. As I got ready to write this blog, I did a quick calculation. If I estimate that my heart has averaged 75 beats per minute, for 61 years and 2 months, the valve I was watching has opened and closed two billion, four hundred and fifty million, five hundred and twenty thousand times since I was born. (2,450,520,000) And that doesn't included the time in my mother's womb.

The Bible tells us in Psalm 39:13-14; For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; (my emphasis) your works are wonderful, I know that full well. I left the building with a deeper appreciation for the God we serve. The God who loves us, who knows us intimately and who loves us with an overwhelming love. By the way, the test showed my heart is very strong and working well, except for the irregular heart beat. I'm hoping this cardiologist will be able to help me with that.

A Friend Meets Jesus Face To Face

2011-04-26T17:38:00.000-07:00

A good friend met Jesus face-to-face yesterday morning. He had bone cancer and finally lost the mortal battle, but won the eternal one. Ralph Matsen was a hard-headed, loving, generous, opinionated, and complex friend who help Kathy and I get off to a good start in the ministry.

In 1974 I moved from San Jose, California to Eureka, in northern California to become the first youth pastor Bethel Church ever had. Since the church could not pay me enough to live in my own place, I moved in with Ralph and Christine. We started having student meetings in the church, but the environment wasn't right. The room we were assigned was too dark, hard to find and did not lend itself well to junior and senior high students. After a few weeks I asked Ralph and Christine if we could use their family room for student meetings. Our attendance took off and we never looked back. When Kathy and I got married, my salary increased enough so that we were able to rent a small house. About that time, in a conversation with Ralph about how much our group had grown, and we were out of room in their family room, he suggested that we look for a facility that would really help us expand. Ralph was the first out-of-the-box thinker I ever met. We drove around Eureka and looked at all kinds of buildings. We finally settled on a swim and racquet club that had been built for a subdivision and had gone out of business because of a large lawsuit. For a rookie youth pastor, the thought of having this kind of facility was beyond dreaming. We cleaned, painted, landscaped and bought equipment and furniture for the Gathering Inn. At the time, I did not know of another student group anywhere that had their own facility like this. From the pool, to a racquetball court, tennis courts, sauna, large meeting room with a kitchen and room for pool tables and ping pong tables, it was incredible. While a team of students and Kathy and I make the final result a reality, it was Ralph's vision and financial support that made it all happen.

I owe a debt of gratitude to Ralph and Christine for their support, love and help as Kathy and I got started. They believed in us and invested their lives, time and money into ideas that were untested and probably not well planned out. But God blessed our efforts and many, many young people found the Lord in our student meetings. Lives were transformed and several students are in full time ministry today because what happened during that time. So, Ralph, thank you so much for your influence in my life. So long for now, my friend, we'll get the chance to catch up with each other again.

Your Ear Gets Cut Off and It Saves Your LIfe

2011-04-22T13:33:00.000-07:00

One of the most interesting stories surrounding the events of Holy Week is the account of the High Priest's servant. Unfortunately the Biblical narrative is very brief, but I began to think about the implications of what happened. Malchus, the High Priest's servant, was probably the equivalent of a modern day executive assistant. The High Priest sent him with the group to arrest Jesus. In fact, he may have been the leader of the group. The High Priest couldn't go because it wouldn't have politically expedient, and he was going to be one of main prosecutors. When the group arrives to make the arrest, one of Jesus' disciples pulls out a sword and off comes Malchus' ear. Can you imagine the pain, and the screaming that took place. Undoubtedly, many other swords came out and it could have gotten ugly right away. Jesus steps up, takes the severed ear and puts it back in place. I wish there would have been a way to capture the astonishment on Malchus' face. I'm sure in Christ's complete and perfect way of doing things, there was not a scar, line or any other evidence that the ear had ever been anything less than perfect. I don't think Jesus cleaned him up. All the blood was still there, and perhaps dirt and leaves and other debris from rolling around on the ground in pain.

Can you imagine the encounter when Malchus went back to report to the High Priest. The HP probably didn't even ask about the arrest at first, he would have wanted to know how Malchus had gotten so dirty, and bloody. Can you imagine the servant trying to explain that his ear had been cut off, and yet when the High Priest examined his ear and scalp, he could see that nothing was wrong with the ear.

I can't help but think that throughout the afternoon, as Jesus hung on the cross, from a distance away Malchus observed all that went on. Every few minutes his hand would slip up to his ear, a finger would run around the spot where it had been severed, and Malchus' heart hurt a little more. Along with the centurion, he may have whispered the words, "truly, He was the son of God." I think Malchus lost an ear (not really) and gained his life...

Sometime It Pays To Be A Rookie

2011-04-19T19:37:00.000-07:00

Another story that is totally fascinating to me is the account in Matthew, Mark and Luke of the tearing of the temple curtain. Once again, however, none of the writers goes overboard with their narrative of the incident. Notice, Matt 27:51 At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook and the rocks split. Mark 15:38 The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. Luke 23:44-45 It was now about the sixth hour, and darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. That is it! One of the biggest events of the whole week and that's all they write. The tremendous symbolism of the curtain tearing is that it gave all of us access to the Holy of Holies. In other words, Jesus really did redeem us, individually and personally, never again would we need a human to go before God for us. What a tremendous change.

We know from the original organizational system of caring for the temple, the Levites or priests had regular rotations and specific duties. They were assigned these duties by clans and in some cases, the special talents and requirements of the job were taught and handed down from generation to generation. I think that on this day, all of the priests wanted to be where the action was. They wanted to see Jesus carry his cross on the Via Dolorosa, they wanted to be at Golgatha to see the nails pounded into his wrists and feet, and they wanted to see what happened as he hung on the cross. I think that they chose the youngest priest with no senority to tend to the temple on that afternoon. This poor guy is already shaking in his boots because he is the only one there. (have you ever been alone in a big church building with all the lights out?) It got dark, the sun stopped shining, the earth shook, and rocks split. I can imagine that this rookie priest was nearly out his mind with fear. And then it happened...he heard an awful tearing sound. He looked into the Holy Place and almost had a heart attack. He clapped his hands over his face and covered his eyes as quickly as he possibly could. For a second he was looking into the Holy of Holies and staring at the Ark of the Covenant. He knew that meant instant death. After a few moments, he realizes he's not dead, he slowly looks through his fingers and, yes, it is the Ark of the Covenant and the huge, thick curtain is now in two parts, each part pushed to the outside walls of the temple. He slowly walks to where the curtain hung. He reaches out, and then quickly pulls his hand back. He reaches out again, and pulls it back. Then he puts in his whole arm, then a leg, and finally he steps into the Holy of Holies. I believe that right then the Holy Spirit came down and started a one man revival right on the spot. I can imagine the rookie priest dancing aroung the Ark, praising God and shouting at the top of his lungs. He was in the manifest presence of God, alive, more alive than he had ever been. So what if he had to stay at the temple and miss all the action. His life would never be the same again.

I pray that as we celebrate Maunday Thursday, Tenebrae and Good Friday services, that God's manifest presence will be real for each one of us. Oh Lord, even if we need to be rookies again, help us know You and the reality of Your sacrifice for us.

Some Unusual Events During Holy Week

2011-04-18T18:09:00.000-07:00

I have always been fascinated by the events of Holy Week. From the triumphal entry through the resurrection, and beyond the week to the Day of Pentecost and Christ's ascension. I am continually frustrated by the lack of narrative in the gospels, particularly when an event seems so monumental. Through the years I have taken some of these events and meditated on them and come up with my own idea for why the event is even mentioned at all, and the implications of it for us. During the next few days I'm going to write about some of these.

The first one comes from Mark 14:50-52. Then everyone deserted him and fled. A young man, wearing nothing but a linen garment, was following Jesus. When they seized him, he fled naked, leaving his garment behind. Now, why in the world is this account in Mark's gospel? What does a New Testament streaker have to do with Christ's arrest? I also find it interesting that verse 50 tells about everyone deserting Christ, which I take it mean all of the disciples and their followers. This young man, in verse 51 is identified as a follower of Jesus as well.

Matthew Henry in his famous commentary says that this young man probably lived near the garden where Jesus was arrested, was curious about all the noise, threw on a linen sheet and went out to investigate. Since everyone else ran away, the Roman soldiers tried to arrest him by grabbing his clothes and he ran out of his clothes, naked as a jaybird (my twist on the story) into the night. The Bible Illustrator commentary says that the young man was the writer of the book of Mark, John Mark. This impulsive behavior, throwing a linen sheet around himself, was consistent with other things that we know about Mark. The commentary also says the reason that this account only appears in the book of Mark is that, since everyone who was following Christ had run away, Mark was the only one who knew what happened when the soldiers tried to grab him. The commentary writer also says that it was common for New Testament writers to include anecdotes about themselves in their writing without identifying themselves.

So there you have it. John Mark, who would eventually write the book of Mark, decides, probably on a whim, to see what all the commotion is about. He wraps himself in a linen cloth and runs into the garden to see what was going on. On the way into the garden he is passed by all the devoted and brave disciples and followers running for their lives the other way. The soldiers try to make at least one arrest beside Jesus, and wind up with just a linen sheet for their troubles. I hope Mark lived nearby the garden. If they had decency laws in that day, he may have been arrested for public nudity.

So what is the takeaway for us living in the 21st century. For all the teaching the disciples received, for all the miracles they saw, for all the changed lives they observed, when "push came to shove", they acted like humans. Finite beings who resorted to self preservation by running as fast as they could away from trouble. As I have thought about this short account, I have wondered if I would have acted differently? Would I admit, unlike Peter, that, "yes, I am one of His followers", or would I have done exactly what Peter did? Fortunately, we know the "rest of the story." We know what happened. We know the triumph of the resurrection. The disciples and followers didn't. So I guess the short answer is that I probably would have done exactly the same as they did. More later...

The World Is Ready For Another Triumphal Entry

2011-04-16T18:33:00.000-07:00

Hundreds of years before Christ made His triumphal entry into Jerusalem, Zechariah wrote in chapter 9, verse 9, Rejoice greatly, O Daughter of Zion! Shout, Daughter of Jerusalem! See, your king comes to you, righteous and having salvation, gentle and riding on a donkey, on a colt, the foal of a donkey. Zechariah goes on to accurately foretell the coming of the Messiah. Matthew, Luke and John all give the account of Christ riding triumphantly into Jerusalem. The three accounts differ on one point. Matthew says the people spread their cloaks on the road, while others cut branches from the tress and spread them on the road. Luke says people spread their cloaks on the road. From John's account we get the name Palm Sunday. He said, They took palm branches and went out to meet him.

In each account, the result is the same. The people greeted Jesus as the conquering King who would rule over them and oust the Roman government that was oppressing them. They didn't realize that the humble procession, Jesus riding on a donkey's colt, was meant to represent a different kind of kingdom. One that emphasized the first shall be last, and children, widows and orphans were great in the eyes of the King. This was to be a spiritual kingdom, not a political one.

Today our world is desperate for another triumphal entry. There is not a political ruler in any country who knows what to do. There is unrest in every major region of the world. If it is not political, it is religious. In New Zealand and Japan it is physical as these countries try to recover from devastating earthquakes and the effects of them. Even in our own country we have a multitude of serious issues that are causing division from Congress to the Presidency, to states that are fighting with unions, to unrest at our borders. States that are bankrupt and inflation that is accelerating the erosion of our way of life.

As Christians, we know the only Triumphal Entry that we need has already taken place. Now we look for the Triumphal Return. Until then, we absolutely must make a difference in a desperate world as we share the answer to the hole in people's lives. May this Easter season bring triumphant peace and new relationships in Christ as we affect people's lives for Him.

Running From the Boogieman

2011-04-09T08:18:00.000-07:00

There was no worse nightmare for me as a kid than getting chased by a boogieman or monster. In every dream, I tried to run, but my legs operated in slow motion and I could never get away. Fortunately, I always woke up before I got caught. Every once in while, as an adult, I will have one of these "getting chased" dreams. I'm always very happy when I wake up to find out that my legs really do work much better then in my dream.

I was reading this morning about the account of King David conquering the Jebusites and taking up residence in Jerusalem. It was eventually named the City of David. Shortly after that they tried to bring the Ark of the Covenant to Jerusalem and failed. About the same time, the Philistines decided to create some havoc. David inquires of the God, "Shall I go and attack the Philistines? Will you hand them over to me?" The Lord answered, "Go, I will hand them over to you." God goes on to say "As soon as you hear the sound of marching in the tops of the balsam trees, move out to battle because that will mean God has gone out in front of you to strike the Philistine army." The final verse of this says "..and they struck down the Philistine army, all the way from Gibeon to Gezer."

As I thought about this, I wondered, when God intervened on Israel's behalf, and there are many accounts of this happening in the scriptures, what did it look like? What would cause seasoned warriors to turn on themselves or get so spooked that they ran for their lives? I wonder if these enemy armies ran into the ultimate Boogieman? There is a hint of what may have happened on this day in Psalm 18, a psalm of deliverance.
    The Lord thundered from heaven;
      the voice of the Most High resounded.
    He shot arrows and scattered the enemies,
      bolts of lightning and routed them.
    The valleys of the sea were exposed
      and the foundations of the earth laid bare
    at the rebuke of the Lord,
      at the blast of breath from his nostrils.

Now that sounds like a soldier's worst nightmare if you are fighting on the wrong side. I imagine legs got weak, screams of terror filled the air and everything was left behind as the enemy army ran away as fast as they could go. We've read the "end of the book." Anyone who fights Israel is going to have to fight the Boogieman, and He doesn't lose.

A Wonderful Childhood Memory

2011-04-07T11:48:00.000-07:00

On Monday, I received the latest issue of Heritage magazine. It is an Assemblies of God publication that chronicles the history of the Assemblies of God and the Pentecostal movement. The first two articles in this issue were accounts of the early Hispanic Pentecostal movement in the United States, particularly in the Southwest. I read these articles with great interest because my grandfather was a pioneer pastor in the Spanish speaking Assemblies of God and I attended his church in San Jose, California until age 15. It was fun to see pictures of people that I knew, including one of my uncle's graduation from Bible College in 1940. I knew many of these people because they were friends and contemporaries of my grandparents and they hosted many people over the years in their San Jose home. When I was old enough to go places with my grandfather, I would attend many ministerial meetings and events with him. I think I became his shadow. One of the great times every summer was going over to Bethany University (then Bethany Bible College) for the Spanish District Council. It was great to run around with kids from all over the western part of the United States while our parents and grandparents attended the various church services and business meetings.

After reading the articles, I was reminiscing about memories from my Spanish church days. One incident from the 1950s stands out in particular. One of the stops that Oral Roberts made with his huge 75,000 seat tent was at the Santa Clara County Fairgrounds in San Jose. The organizers had met with all of the ministerial associations in the city to gather support for the crusade. The "reward" for the leaders of each group was that they could sit on the platform for one of the healing crusade services. Since my grandfather was a Spanish Assemblies of God leader at the time, one of those nights, he and his fellow leaders were ushered to the platform for a unique perspective of the crusade service. Since I went everywhere with him, there I was, a child, sitting among the Spanish ministers, watching the power of God in action. I do not remember anything about the service. I can't remember any of the music, the preaching, or any other aspect. I do remember the healing line. At the end of the platform there was a ramp that started on the right side of the platform and came up to the platform height just about the center of it. Oral Roberts sat in a chair at the top of the ramp and people lined up, to a child it looked like blocks, to get prayed for. After awhile, wheel chairs, braces and crutches started to accumulate on the stage. Even now, if I close my eyes and think about that evening, I can see every detail in my mind. The opportunity to experience God's power in action from about 20 feet away will always be with me. This experience has fueled a life long desire to see God supernatural manifest Himself in the lives of His people. I hope I never lose that desire.

My 31 Year Old Daughter I Have Never Met

2011-04-01T08:53:00.000-07:00

I have been sick, and home, with the flu this week. When I was feeling better, I decided to read a couple of books on my reading list. One of those was Heaven Is For Real, by Todd Burpo. Todd is a Wesleyan pastor who wrote about his 4 year old son's near death experience. The book is a best seller, and an easy read. I would recommend it.

Chapter 17, Two Sisters, wiped me out. In this chapter, Colton (the 4 year old) announces to his mom that he has two sisters. The problem is Colton only has one older sister. Because of Colton's age, his parents had not chosen to tell him about a miscarriage that had happened years earlier. Colton tells his mom that his sister in heaven looks a lot like his older sister Cassie, just smaller and with dark hair. He went on "in heaven, this little girl ran up to me, and she wouldn't stop hugging me." Let me say here, if you are a parent who has lost a child to miscarriage, you need to read this book. This chapter alone will bring tremendous comfort and peace to you.

In November of 1979 we were moving from a church in Manteca, California to a church in Albany, Oregon. The day the movers were at our home loading all our possessions on a truck, Kathy began to miscarry our 4 month old baby. I rushed her to the emergency room and over the next hours they took good care of Kathy through the miscarriage and the D & C procedure that followed. They kept her overnight and the next day we set out for Albany, Oregon. When we got there, I had to go immediately to work because as the new minister of music, we had the Christmas season in front of us with a lot of music to learn, rehearse and present. We did the best we could to heal, but it was a difficult time, particularly because we did not know anyone in our new city very well.

Fast forward to a time when we were serving a church in the Denver area. Our choir was singing the Brooklyn Tabernacle Choir arrangement of I Bowed On My Knees and Cried Holy. Kathy told me that as we sang the song, she saw a picture, perhaps a vision, of her grandmother, who had passed away in the 70s holding the hand of a little girl with red hair, Kathy's color. I know that gave Kathy great comfort.

As I read chapter 17, I began to weep uncontrollably. After 31 years, I realized that I had never dealt with the grief of losing this baby. Between making sure Kathy was taken care of, driving to and getting settled in a new city, starting a new job and jumping into the Christmas season, I never stopped. After Christmas that first year, it was on to Easter and everything else that went into this new ministry. On Wednesday, when Kathy got home, I tried to tell her about this chapter and about my own personal experience. I could hardly get the words out. I have not cried this hard in a long, long time. I realized, however, that at one point, my tears of grief turned to tears of joy. Joy, because one day I'm going to meet this young lady, my daughter I have never met.

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

2011-03-28T13:18:00.000-07:00

Yesterday in our worship services we sang a hymn and a new song written approximately 500 years apart. We sang Martin Luther's A Mighty Fortress Is Our God alongside A Mighty Fortress by Christy and Nathan Nockels. At the end of the first and second verses of Luther's A Mighty Fortress..., we went right to the chorus of Nockel's A Mighty Fortress. Since both songs were in the same key, it worked perfectly.

Martin Luther wrote his timeless classic right after nailing his 95 theses to the Catholic church door in Wittenberg, Germany in 1517. It is said that Luther would gather other reformers together for worship and prayer and they would sing this wonderful hymn as encouragement during some of the darkest days of the Reformation. Luther based the lyric of his hymn on Psalm 46. Verses 1-3 say; God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, though its waters roar and foam and the mountains quake with their surging. Verse 7 says; The Lord Almighty is with us; the God of Jacob is our fortress. (emphasis mine)

Verse 1of Luther's hymn reads;
   A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark (strong wall) never failing;
   Our helper He a mid the flood, of mortal ills prevailing.
   For still our ancient foe (enemy), doth seek to work us woe (temptation to sin).
   His craft and power are great, and, armed with cruel hate, on earth is not his equal.

The second verse of Christy and Nathan Nockel's song says;
  Our God is jealous for His own. None could comprehend His love and His mercy.
Our God is exalted on His throne, high above the heavens, forever He is worthy.
   And we will keep our eyes on You. We will keep our eyes on You.

   (chorus) A mighty fortress is our God. A sacred refuge is Your name.
   Your kingdom is unshakable, with You forever we will reign.

What wonderful music to encourage our hearts. Words from the Reformation and the 21st century to help us worship God.

Learning New Technology, Again...

2011-03-25T12:22:00.000-07:00

After a being a lifelong PC user, I took the Apple plunge this week. Kathy organized our relatives and a few friends and gave me a gift card to our local Apple store for my birthday. After I bought it, a friend who works at the store, Vince, helped me set up my mail accounts, contacts, and showed me some of the basic features. What little I have done so far, I am really enjoying it. I can understand why Mac and iPhone users are such fans. Since my only exposure to Apple up to now has been a couple of iPods, the iPad is pretty cool. The digital growth and implementation into our lives has been spectacular.

I think it was in 1988 when I bought the first two computers for the church I was working at. We bought one for our grade school and one for the main church secretary. Among many, one task stands out in my mind as being revolutionary at the time. It was how we addressed our major church mailings. We had a huge table machine called an Addressograph. It used metal plates stamped with a person's name and address on it. The metal plates snapped into metal holders and they would go in a tray which the machine would pick up one at a time. I big arm would come across the envelope or folded newsletter and pass over the paper and an ink ribbon. It made a horrible noise, and I knew that one day someone was going to lose some fingers in the process of addressing. In order to make a change of address, we had to send off to a company to make a new metal plate. With our new computer, our secretary entered the names and addresses once, printed them to a dot matrix printer with a label roll attached and while the labels were printing, she could do something else. A few keystrokes and a change of address was made. We all thought we had died and gone to heaven.

Today that computer wouldn't even be able to load our present day operating system, much less do any work. But in 1988, it was almost miraculous. Today, with a device that comfortably sits on my knee, I can see and talk with my children in England, just as easily as I can with someone across the room. In 1988 we were so taken with the moment that we had no idea what the future might hold. And yet the same principal is true, I'm so taken with this new technology that I'm not even thinking of what may be coming down the road. One thing hasn't changed, however. In 1988 we found ways to use our new computers to affect people's lives for Christ. I have already had those thoughts with my new iPad. How, mixed in with everything else I might do with it, can I affect people for Christ. We'll see...

I Love Watching Nature Come To Life

2011-03-20T16:29:00.000-07:00

I was working in my yard yesterday. We all do the annual ritual of clearing away the dead stalks of plants that had their moment of glory and now give way to a new season. Pulling here, pruning there, deciding what to keep and what needs to go. Trying not to prune too much, but making sure each plant and tree will fill out nicely and thinking about new plants to purchase when the time comes. We have had a lot of rain and snow this winter and the ground is still very saturated. In fact, it snowed a couple of inches just this past Monday, leaving behind another layer of moisture. So after getting muddy and and scrapping off my tennis shoes for the 10th time, I decided to call it a day. It is supposed to be nice next week, so I'll get more time to finish the job.

The one thing I love about this time of year, and the thing that kept distracting me yesterday, was looking at all the bits of green. I love seeing nature wake up. Tiny buds that are just starting to open. Looking at Bradford Pear and Dogwood buds. Right now they are just tiny little balls, waiting for the right time to explode into color. I was even on my roof sweeping off the last of winter debris and saw the first Redbud blossoms about to burst open. I pulled last years dead plants away from all the daffodils and crocus plants, saw the first of those blooms and took a look at my rose bushes. Tiny bits of red and green where beautiful leaves will grow in a few weeks.

Today I'm sore from all the bending over, but my spirit is rejuvenated. Spring has a way of doing that. New life has a way creating a freshness that is renewing. Today is the first day of Spring. Thank you, God, for a wonderful reminder of Your life, in us.

Sin Can Have Catastrophic Consequences

2011-03-12T10:29:00.000-08:00

This morning my daily Bible reading was the account of the children of Israel thoroughly demolishing Jericho and then getting routed in their attempt to take the city of Ai.

When Joshua hears of the defeat he prostrates himself before God. His biggest concern is that the other kings and people of Canaan will hear of this defeat and make it nearly impossible for the Israelites to conquer the land. God tells Joshua to "Stand up! What are you doing down on your face? Israel has sinned;..." The next morning each tribe passes by Joshua and the tribe of Judah is chosen, the clans pass by and then the families and finally it gets down to Achan. He confesses his sin. He has taken a beautiful robe, two hundred shekels of silver and fifty shekels of gold. In today's prices, maybe $500 for the robe, $2,872 in silver and $28,380 in gold, for a total value of $31,752. Joshua sends some men to Achan's tent and they retrieve the plunder. They take Achan, the plunder, his sons and daughters, his cattle, donkeys, sheep his tent and all that he had to the Valley of Achor.

The Biblical account doesn't mention how old Achan is, or anything about a wife, nor does it say there were son or daughter-in-laws or grandchildren. As I thought about the story, Achan would have been in the second generation of Israelites that was inheriting the promised land, so he could have been near 40 years old. His children were probably teenagers or in their early 20s, perhaps his wife had died in childbirth and Achan had not remarried. Can you imagine the terror in Achan's heart as he realizes that everyone he loves and everything he has worked for is being gathered up for destruction? I can't imagine the tremendous emotions he is feeling that make it almost impossible to speak to his children, to ask for their forgiveness. I can imagine Achan shouting to Joshua and the leaders "please don't do this to my family, they had nothing to do with my sin, please spare them." Losing everything for $31,752. From the Bible's account, it appears that only a short time transpires before Achan, his children and all he owns is stoned to death and burned.

As I thought about this story, I put myself in Achan's place. Would my sin ever have this kind of catastrophic consequence? Would I ever put my family in this kind of harm's way? The trouble with sin is that we rarely think through the consequences before hand. We don't pause long enough to make a "pro and con" list. In a moment of passionate violence, whole families and even neighborhoods and towns have been devastated by one person's sin. I thank God for living in a time when we experience His grace, mercy and forgiveness. I also thank Him for His word that reminds me that He can help me turn from sin and evil and follow His righteousness. And, when I don't do that, He forgives and restores.

Praise God, From Whom All Blessings Flow

2011-03-10T12:38:00.000-08:00

This phrase, Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow, is the first line of one of the best known hymns, The Doxology. However, did you know that this verse is actually the fourth verse of the hymn, All Praise To Thee, My God, This Night by Thomas Ken? A hundred years ago , this hymn was considered one of the four greatest in the Anglican church, the others being Hark! the Herald Angels Sing, Rock of Ages, and Lo, He Comes with Clouds Descending. Thomas Ken's hymn was part of a trilogy that he wrote. A morning hymn, an evening hymn, and a midnight hymn. The words below are the evening hymn.

The first three verses do not appear in most hymnals today. When you sing The Doxology, it appears like the one verse is the total song. I suspect that if you read these wonderful verses at night, your rest will be blessed by God's presence. If you prefer to sing them, use the melody of The Doxology. (Old Hundredth)

All praise to Thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light!
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath Thine own almighty wings.

Forgive me, Lord, for Thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done,
That with the world, myself, and Thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.

When in the night I sleepless lie, My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, No powers of darkness me molest.

Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow; Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host; Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

Is Turmoil In the Middle East A Prophetic Sign Of the Times?

2011-03-09T12:39:00.000-08:00

On the heels of governmental turnovers in Egypt and Tunisia, today, again, there were demonstrations and fighting in Libya, Bahrain, Yemen and Iran. If you look at a map of the Middle East that includes northern Africa, you see how large some of these countries are and how small Israel is. Since radical Muslims would like to wipe out Israel, I can't help but wonder if one of these uprisings will trigger anger against Israel and start a war that may lead to prophetic fulfilment. However, if you believe the Old Testament, you realize that God bent over backwards to protect Israel. I was reading today in Deuteronomy 30:1-10 about God's blessing and wondering if this could apply to today, just as much as it did when the Israelites occupied the Promised Land.

When all these blessings and curses I have set before you come upon you and you take them to heart wherever the LORD your God disperses you among the nations, and when you and your children return to the LORD your God and obey him with all your heart and with all your soul according to everything I command you today, then the LORD your God will restore your fortunes and have compassion on you and gather you again from all the nations where he scattered you. Even if you have been banished to the most distant land under the heavens, from there the LORD your God will gather you and bring you back. He will bring you to the land that belonged to your fathers, and you will take possession of it. He will make you more prosperous and numerous than your fathers. The LORD your God will circumcise your hearts and the hearts of your descendants, so that you may love him with all your heart and with all your soul, and live. The LORD your God will put all these curses on your enemies who hate and persecute you. You will again obey the LORD and follow all his commands I am giving you today. Then the LORD your God will make you most prosperous in all the work of your hands and in the fruit of your womb, the young of your livestock and the crops of your land. The LORD will again delight in you and make you prosperous, just as he delighted in your fathers, if you obey the LORD your God and keep his commands and decrees that are written in this Book of the Law and turn to the LORD your God with all your heart and with all your soul. (emphasis mine)

I believe that Israel's decisive victory in the Six Day War was a supernatural intervention by God fulfilling his promises to His people. I'm not so sure that we could see something like this again, if an enemy of Israel gets aggressive and starts a war. We are admonished to "pray for the peace of Jerusalem", and I would add, watch with great interest at what God might do again for His people.

Starting a Bucket List On My Birthday

2011-03-02T12:08:00.000-08:00

The Bucket List was a fun movie starring Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman as two retired guys contemplating the end of their lives. In fact, at the end of the movie Morgan Freeman's character passes away. They meet in the hospital and Jack Nicholson finds Morgan Freeman's "bucket list", things he would like to do before he leaves this earth. They wind up collaborating on a list and set off, around the world, to do all the things on the list.

Today is my 62nd birthday, and no, I'm not terminally ill, nor am I very close to retirement, but... I have been thinking about my "bucket list." (1) For instance, Kathy and I, once we do retire, would love to spend 6 months or a year at the Brooklyn Tabernacle in Brooklyn, New York. We would volunteer to be ushers, or greeters, or hosts, or whatever they wanted or needed. We would love to be immersed in that church environment for an extended time.

(2) In 2001 I had the opportunity to work with a group of people at the Oklahoma City Rescue Mission as they learned how to become a Worship Team. I taught, rehearsed and coached them in their special project just before graduation. Ever since that experience I would love to volunteer some time in a rescue mission or homeless shelter. I think I would even like to spend some time as a homeless shelter resident, (paying, of course) to better understand their situation.

(3) When we lived in Albany, Oregon, my friend, Neal Mapes, taught me how to fish for steelhead. I would love to river fish for steelhead or salmon in Alaska, on the hottest day of the season with a guide who knew exactly where the fish ran.

(4) Many of our vacations have been trips to visit with our relatives. (when you are on a budget, free room and board sometimes dictates what you do on vacation :) )While we stopped at a few spots along the way, we usually had limited time and had to get where we were going and then get home. Kathy and I would love to take a small RV and visit many of the spots around the U.S. that we've never seen, taking our time at each location and enjoying this great country.

(5) When I retire, I will have been a Church Business Administrator for over 25 years. I would love to volunteer my time with small churches who needed administration help, and couldn't afford it. There are retired executives programs where businesses can be matched up with qualified retirees who give them a lot of pro bono help. It would be fun to start something like that for churches.

How about your "bucket list?" Have you started one yet? Have you looked around you to see what great opportunities are open for you to get involved with? Maybe down the road we'll see each other in a homeless shelter, helping out...

Worship Wars in the 1600s

2011-03-01T09:13:00.000-08:00

Benjamin Keach, born on February 29, 1640, began preaching at eighteen. He was a Baptist minister who was seized in 1662 and put in the open market pillory (public humiliation) after the Act of Uniformity was passed by the British Parliament. In the U.S., we do not any government intrusion into our worship practices. While churches in the U.S. must conform to laws and regulations regarding property, taxes, employment, etc., our government stays out of sprititual and doctrinal issues. In 1662, the British Parliament made the Common Book of Prayers the legal standard for church government, ministerial ordination and most church life. This caused a problem for a lot of ministers who did not believe that the Common Book of Prayers allowed them to preach and lead worship in a manner that God required of them. These ministers had to decide between following a law they couldn't support or preaching and leading in a manner that they believed God wanted them to.

Fortunately for Benjamin Keach and thousands of other ministers, the laws eventually changed and Keach was able to pastor a church in London where he introduced a new and controversial practice-the singing of hymns (as opposed to only the metrical Psalms). Baptists were opposed to hymns at this time, but Keach led his church to sing a hymn at Lord's Supper services and, later, on days of thanksgiving. Finally, about 1690, the church voted (with a few dissenters) to sing hymns every Sunday. It was Benjamin Keach's bravery that paved the way for Isaac Watts, the man who popularized British hymn singing a generation later. It also opened up the way for many hymn writers whose hymns are still sung today. An interesting side note during this same time span; organs used in churches were considered scandalous because they had been used in the circus. How could an instrument used in the circus ever be sanctified enough to be used in a church?

I still remember the early days of using drums in the church, and then guitars and keyboards. How could instruments used in bars and dance halls ever be used in a church? In many churches today the conflict between singing traditional hymns and gospel songs versus contemporary worship music is alive and well. Hymn lovers critized new music for its shallowness and lack of doctrine. New music lovers boycotted hymns and traditional gospel songs because of their outdated language and musical style.

I guess every generation is the same. "Give me what I like and keep me happy." Sometimes in the debate over style and preference, we forget Who is the object of our worship and why we are singing and playing in the first place. This coming Sunday, in our church, we'll sing a blend of older and brand new songs. I will do my best to lead our congregation in singing our worship, all of it, to God. Then, if someone complains that we didn't sing their favorite song in their favorite style, I'll hope they have their favorites on an iPod or they have their favorite CDs in their car so they can listen to them on their way home. :) Thanks, Benjamin Keach.

Overwhelmed By God's Love

2011-02-25T13:47:00.000-08:00

On Sunday morning our Choir and Orchestra are singing and playing a wonderful arrangement of the hymn, O the Deep, Deep Love of Jesus. Samuel Trevor Francis wrote the hymn in 1890 after experiencing God's love in a very compelling way. On a cold, winter night, Francis found himself walking across London's Hungerford Bridge. He was at a point in his life where his faith was wavering, and he was mulling over his sadness and loneliness. As he walked, and contemplated his life, he heard a whisper tempting him to end his misery and jump into the churning waters below.

Fortunately, Francis didn't pay attention to the dark voice. Instead, he heard God's reassuring words speaking to him that night. On that bridge, he reaffirmed his faith in Jesus Christ, and put complete trust in him as his Savior.

As you read the words of his hymn, you hear echoes of this transformational experience. I love the thought of the first verse;
     O the deep, deep love of Jesus, vast, unmeasured, boundless, free.
     Rolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me.
     Underneath me, all around me is the current of Thy love.
     Leading onward, leading homeward, to my glorious rest above.

There are days when I desperately need the love of God to roll as a mighty ocean in its fullness over me. How about you? Are you hearing a dark voice whispering that you are not worthy? Or that God doesn't love you? Have people hurt you or disappointed you? Cry out to Christ, ask Him to allow his love to roll as a mighty ocean over you. He loves you, and He'll honor your heart's desire.

How Will You Be Remembered

2011-02-18T17:36:00.000-08:00

I was straightening my office today and paused to look at a photograph I have on my wall next to my bookshelf wall. I had put some things away and looked up to see the photo of the church I was raised in. It was one of those "everyone in the front of the church" pictures, taken outside, probably at the end of the morning service. I was about 5 years old in the picture, so I don't remember the event. My grandfather was right in front. He was the founding pastor of the church and pastored it until he passed away in 1966. He was just 65 years old and died of cancer. In the years just prior to his passing, he had purchased a 10 acre plot of land and had built a barn, utility room and pump house on the land. He bought a house from a military base and had it moved onto the property. For all of my growing up years I was his shadow. I suspect I didn't help much, and probably got in the way some, but I was always with him. Sadly, he never got to retire on that land. Whenever I think about him I have instant recall of his face. It is as vivid today as it was any day I was with him. Sometimes the grief I feel, even now, is so intense that I can hardly stand it. I have broken down more than once, telling about experiences with my grandfather. One of the biggest regrets I have is that he never got to see me become a minister, receive my ordination credentials and hear me preach or lead a choir. I never got to "pick his minister's brain" or ask him professional advice.

Once a wave of grief passed, today, I sat at my desk and did something I had never done before. I Googled my grandfather's name. Nemias Ruybalid. The first two items that came up were blogs that I had written about him. There were several items that had either his first name or his last name, and none were related to him. The last one on the page was a Social Security website that listed dates of birth and dates of death. I clicked on it and scrolled down to his name. Interestingly enough, my grandmother's record was just above his, even though she lived to be 92. All the record showed was my grandfather's birth date and the month and year of his death.

I thought to myself, "maybe I should write a Wiki page for him. There is so much to tell about this wonderful man who left much too early." How will you and I be remembered? Will someone Google your name 45 years after your death? One thing I remember about my grandpa was that I could see Christ in him. That's how I want to be remembered, that someone could say that they saw Christ in me.

Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross

2011-02-13T16:36:00.000-08:00

On February 13 1915, the New York Times carried this headline: "Fanny Crosby, Blind Hymn Writer, Dies." The article said in part: Franny Crosby, the blind hymn writer, died at her home at 4:30 AM. She had been growing feeble for the last six months and of late was very weak. She would have been ninety five years old if she had lived until March 24.

Fanny Crosby wrote more than 8,000 hymns which have been sung in Protestant churches throughout the world. Her lyrics were so numerous that at the peak of her career, hymnal publishers gave her nearly 200 pen names in order for her hymns and name not dominate every hymnal. She had a tremendous gift of recall and composed many lyrics at a time, committing them to memory before they were written down. One of the hymnal publishers, Phillips Brooks, once gave her seventy five topics and asked her to write verses based on them. She composed every one of the hymns before a line of any of them was placed on paper.

The newspaper article went on to list Fanny Crosby's most well known hymns, including, Jesus Keep Me Near the Cross.

Jesus, keep me near the cross, There a precious fountain.
Free to all, a healing stream, Flows from Calvary's mountain.

In the cross, in the cross, Be my glory ever.
Till my raptured soul shall find, Rest beyond the river.

In our present church culture, hymn singing is falling out of fashion. Many churches do not include any hymns in their church worship services anymore. When you read Fanny Crosby lyrics, you realize what a loss her writing is to the present day church. Thank you, Fanny Crosby, for sharing your amazing gift with us.

The Coming of Christ Foretold

2011-02-11T11:06:00.000-08:00

As I began to plan a Choir-Orchestra-Drama production for this past Christmas, I wanted to use the prophecies of Christ's coming as a basis for the drama and music that we performed. After looking at many scripts and musicals, I finally determined that the product I was looking for did not exist. I gave a number of scriptures and resources to one of our choir members and he wrote a marvelous script set in modern times, using many of the scriptures that foretell the coming of Christ. We wove in appropriate music, called it Christmas Foretold, and had a wonderful production. Many people said "it was the best ever", but then again they always say that...it was very good.

One thing that struck me about the abundance of scriptures is that we only scratched the surface of the available Bible references. The other thing that amazed me is that almost from the beginning, the first chapters of Genesis, there were references to the coming Messiah. In some of the most unlikely places and stories, references to Christ and His coming popped up. This morning in my daily reading I found another one. I was reading the account of the people of Israel coming to the edge of the Promised Land. After their multi-year journey in the dessert, they are about to enter the land and begin conquering it. In Numbers, chapters 22-24, we find king Balak terrified at the prospect of the Israelites being on the edge of his kingdom, Moab. He enlists the services of a pagan prophet by the name of Balaam. King Balak figures that if he can't defeat Israel militarily, maybe he can have a well known diviner put a curse on them and they'll go away. As the story develops, God puts the words in Balaam's mouth and he winds up blessing Israel instead of cursing them. In chapter 24, his last oracle says "A star will come out of Jacob; a scepter will rise out of Israel." This is a clear foretelling of the coming of the Messiah. What an interesting place for this reference to occur. It showed me, once again, that God has a clear plan that spans the ages. He knew what needed to be accomplished and it confirmed to me once again that God's plan extends to me, and you. Today, let us rejoice that God provided a way for us to know Him, and to be known by Him. We know that Star, we know that Scepter, Christ Jesus.

What Are You Reading In 2011?

2011-02-09T13:58:00.000-08:00

Pollsters tell us that most adults in the United States do not read a single book in a year's time. In fact, just 15 percent of people read books regularly. 80 percent have less then 10 books at home. One thing that I am grateful for is that my parents took my sisters and I to the library and purchased many books for us to read while we were growing up. That early leading and guiding has stayed with me through adulthood.

I have two distinct reading routines. The first one is first thing in the morning. This year I am reading through The Daily Bible In Chronological Order. I have used this 365 readings book several times and I am really enjoying it again this year. During my morning reading I am also reading Near To the Heart of God by Robert Morgan. This devotional uses 365 hymns as a basis for each daily reading. In addition to these two, I pick another book to read a short portion of each day. In January I read Where Angels Walk by Joan Anderson. In February I started reading Send Me Your Guardian Angel by Padre Pio. (as you can see, I'm on a theme here...)

The second part of my reading routine is reading for pleasure and to enhance my professional career. This year I have read three books in a five book series by Joel Rosenburg based on end times events. The Last Jihad, The Last Days and The Ezekiel Option. I'm looking forward to reading the other two books in this series. I'm also finishing Crazy Love by Francis Chan and I just started Cracking Your Church's Culture by Samuel Chand, two books that will help in my church work. So, are you reading? I'm always looking for good suggestions. Let me know what your book list looks like. If you are not reading, this is a great time to start. Since you can't be outside much, take some to read a book this week.

Time To Start Writing Again

2011-02-07T17:15:00.000-08:00

If you subscribe to my blog, you may have wondered what happened to me. During the middle of the Christmas season, I decided it was time to take a break from some of the things that make my life busier than I would like it to be. While I really enjoy writing a blog, it takes a lot of thought to write about things that I think might be meaningful to other people. While many of my writings have come from my life experiences, many also come from my feelings about current events, cultural issues and just plain life. So after a 55 day break, I am going to start writing again.

Back to the issue of busyness. One of the things that prompted me to slow down during Christmas and the month after was an analysis of all the things that I do both professionally and personally. One of the difficult conclusions to come to is that some of what you do, on a regular basis, really doesn't matter. It may be necessary to fulfil a job commitment, or to insure continuity for other people, but in the end, it really doesn't matter. The realization that you are whipping a dead horse, and didn't recognize it can be disconcerting.

God and I are in conversations now about some things that I would really like to do, things that really matter. We'll see how patient I am, and if He thinks these things are important enough to act on them. In the meantime, back to my blog...

My Own Personal Christmas Tradition

2010-12-13T17:37:00.000-08:00

I have a Christmas tradition that somewhere along the line evolved to be my personal one. I think it's because no one else in our family enjoys black and white movies. Several years ago I bought the VHS version of the 1951 classic A Christmas Carol with Alastair Sim as Ebenezer Scrooge. A few years later I bought the DVD version that has both the black & white and colorized versions. It is still much better in black & white.

Here's a bit of trivia; The word "humbug" is misunderstood by many people, which is a pity since the word provides a key insight into Scrooge's hatred of Christmas. The word "humbug" describes deceitful efforts to fool people by pretending to a fake loftiness or false sincerity. So when Scrooge calls Christmas a humbug, he is claiming that people only pretend to charity and kindness in an scoundrel effort to delude him, each other, and themselves. In Scrooge's eyes, he is the one man honest enough to admit that no one really cares about anyone else, so for him, every wish for a Merry Christmas is one more deceitful effort to fool him and take advantage of him. This is a man who has turned to profit because he honestly believes everyone else will someday betray him or abandon him the moment he trusts them.

I think I enjoy the movie, and the book, because of the complete transformation of a person at this wonderful time of the year. On the day after Christmas, he is so different, that he is beside himself in trying to fool poor Bob Cratchit when Bob arrives a few minutes late for work. Poor Bob is so intimidated by E. S., that he can't even begin to figure out that he has been transformed. After "playing with Bob", and then giving him a raise, E.S. says "I don't deserve to be so happy. [starts laughing uncontrollably again] I can't help it. I-I can't help it!" On Christmas morning when he discovers he is still alive, and that it is Christmas morning, he nearly frightens his maid to death. He dances around his room singing a made up song "I don't know anything!/ I never did know anything!/ But now I know that I don't know/ All on a Christmas morning!" Then he proceeds to stand on his head while his maid throws her apron over her head and runs out of the room in complete panic. She is absolutely sure that E. S. has gone mad. When Bob questions his change, E. S. says "Bob, I haven't taken leave of my senses. I've come to them."

Last night I had a few hours to relax, and I spent part of that time watching A Christmas Carol again. I really enjoy that movie. I'm not sure I deserve to be this happy, but I am...

My Christmas Miracle

2010-12-07T13:38:00.000-08:00

Another favorite Christmas story is told by Taylor Caldwell. She was in her 20s, recently divorced, had no job and was on her way job hunting on a spring, rainy day, with no umbrella. She sat down in the streetcar and there against the seat was a beautiful silk umbrella with a silver handle inlaid with an engraved name. The usual procedure would have been to turn the umbrella in to the conductor, but on an impulse, decided to find the owner herself. She found an address for the name in the phone book and took it to the owner. The lady was surprised to see it, it had been a birthday present and had been taken from her locker (she was a teacher) more than a year earlier. Her eyes teared up and she wanted to give Taylor a reward, but to accept money would have spoiled something. Taylor writes, "I think I gave her my address, but I don't remember."

Caldwell writes that the next 6 months were wretched. She could not find a permanent job. Her last job ended the day before Christmas, her 30 dollar rent was due and she had 15 dollars to her name. She purchased some very small gifts for her daughter, a small tree and a little food. Taylor writes, "there would be no Christmas for me. I had just about reached the lowest point in my life. Unless a miracle happened, I would be homeless in January, foodless, jobless. I had prayer steadily for weeks, and there had been no answer. God and men had forgotten me. I felt old as death, and as lonely."

She looked in her mailbox, only bills in it and two white envelopes. She went upstairs to see that her daughter, Peggy, had proudly set the kitchen table and set out the 3 cans of food that would be dinner. "I felt brokenhearted. We would have only hamburgers for our Christmas dinner tomorrow, and gelatin." She writes, "For the first time in my life, I doubted the existence of God and His mercy, and the coldness in my heart was colder than ice." Then, the doorbell rang, a delivery man was at the door. His arms were full of parcels. I could only stare at the boxes. A huge doll, gloves, candy, a beautiful leather purse. Incredible! It was the teacher, the address simply "California," where she had moved.

Our "canned" dinner that night was the most delicious I had ever eaten. I could only pray, "thank you, Father." I forgot I had no money for the rent and only fifteen dollars in my purse and no job. After Peggy went to bed, I opened the 2 white envelopes. One contained a check for thirty dollars from a company I had worked for briefly in the summer. It was, said a note, my "Christmas bonus." My rent! The other envelope was an offer of a permanent position with the government-to begin two days after Christmas. It was the most joyous moment of my life.

The church bells began to ring. I hurriedly looked at my child, who was sleeping blissfully, and ran down to the street. Someone began to sing, "Oh come, all ye faithful!" I joined in and sang with the strangers all about me. I am not alone at all, I thought. I was never alone at all.

And that, of course, is the message of Christmas. We are never alone. Not when the night is darkest, the wind coldest, the world seemingly most indifferent. God is with us, Emmanuel.

Cosmic Christmas

2010-12-03T12:01:00.000-08:00

Cosmic Christmas is a wonderful book by Max Lucado that you can read in a single sitting. It is Max's description of how Christ would come to be born from Mary. It portrays the struggle between good and evil and the attempt on Satan's part to prevent the Seed from ever arriving from Heaven. In one of the most descriptive passages, Max pits Satan against God, and the ultimate reason for Christ coming to earth is revealed.

"The two stood facing each other. God robed in light, each thread glowing. Satan canopied in evil, the very fabric of his robe seeming to crawl. The King walked over and reached for the book. He turned it toward Lucifer and commanded, "Come, Deceiver, read the name of the One who will call your bluff. Read the name of the One who will storm your gates."

Satan rose slowly off his haunches. Like a wary wolf, he walked a wide circle toward the desk until he stood before the volume and read the word: Immanuel.
   "Immanuel?" He muttered to himself. "God with us?" The hooded head turned squarely toward the face of the Father. "No. Not even you would do that. Not even you would go so far. The plan is bizarre! You don't know how dark I've made the Earth. It's putrid. It's evil. It'..."

   "It is mine," proclaimed the King. "And I will reclaim what is mine."
   "Why?" Satan asked. "Why would you do this?"
The Father's voice was deep and soft. "Because I love them."

God loves you, and cares about you, and wants to be Lord of your life. Christmas is a wonderful time to give ourselves to God, without reservation. All you need to do is to accept His gift of new life.

Trouble At the Inn

2010-12-02T14:13:00.000-08:00

One of my all time favorite Christmas stories is Dina Donohue's Trouble At the Inn. Wally was nine years old and in the second grade, though he should have been in the fourth. Most people knew he had trouble keeping up. When it came time to pick children for the annual Christmas pageant, Wally fancied himself being a shepherd with a flute, but the plays director gave him the role of the Innkeeper. That role didn't have many lines and Wally's size would make his refusal of lodging o Joseph more forceful.

As usual, a large audience had gathered for the town's yearly extravaganza of creches, beards, crowns, halos and a whole stage of squeaky voices. No one was caught up in the magic of the night more than Wallace Purling. When Joseph appeared, slowly, tenderly guiding Mary to the door of the inn, Wally the Innkeeper was there, waiting.

   "What do you want?" demanded Wally, swinging the door open with a brusque gesture.
   "We seek lodging."
   "Seek it elsewhere.." Wally looked straight ahead but spoke vigorously. "The inn is filled."
   "Sir, we have asked everywhere in vain. We have traveled far and are very weary."
   "There is no room in this inn for you." Wally looked properly stern.
The conversation continued and Wally delivered his last line, "No! Be gone!" Joseph placed his arm around Mary and Mary laid her head upon her husband's shoulder and the two of them started to move away. Wally stood there in the doorway, watching the forlorn couple. His mouth was open, his brow creased with concern, his eye filling unmistakable with tears.

And suddenly this Christmas pageant became different from all others.
   "Don't go, Joseph," Wally called out. "Bring Mary back." And Wallace Purling's face grew into a bright smile. "You can have my room."

Have a blessed Christmas season and take some time to read a few stories, they are gifts.

One Of the Best Gifts

2010-11-29T21:13:00.000-08:00

The older I get, the harder it is to remember all of the Christmases I've celebrated. It is even harder to remember many of the gifts I have received. This year, I have had a hard time coming up with a list for Kathy. She is the conduit to our families for ideas. I guess I'm more focused on celebrating the season and enjoying our family here at home, as well as our son's, their wives and children, when they get here later in December. I'm also looking forward to sitting by our tree, reading and enjoying the atmosphere of this wonderful season.

I've been working down in our basement for the past few days. We're painting, cleaning and scrubbing tile floors, installing new lights and generally getting ready for the holidays. As I was thinking about this blog yesterday, I noticed one of the best gifts I have ever received. The interesting thing about this gift is that it wasn't given to me at Christmas, it came to me when we moved from Manteca, California to Denver, Colorado. I worked at First Assembly in Manteca for 7 years, once in the 70s and the second time in the 80s. The second time we were there, I directed the choir every Sunday standing on a small step, in order for the last row of the choir to be able to see me. I have had to use a step in a couple of churches for this same reason. In fact, when we left First Assembly in Albany, Oregon, the choir all signed the step I used and they gave it to me as a parting gift. Apparently they didn't think that their next minister of music would be vertically challenged and would need the "box." The gift I received in Manteca was similar, but it was a small step stool built by the husband and father of two of my choir members. Here is a picture of my stool that was built by Don Graves.

I have used this stool for virtually every home project I have ever worked on. This week, in my basement, I have used it over and over again. By the way, Don's daughter Regina is one of the finest sopranos I have ever had in one of my choirs. She is a wonderful soloist. Her mom, Wanda, was very good as well. At a farewell reception, the Graves family presented this stool to me. Little did they know that 20 years later I would consider it one of the best gifts I have ever received. As you can see, it's a little beat up, painted on and a little rickety. But I suspect I'll use it until it completely falls apart.

This Christmas season I want to share, via this blog, some of the wonderful stories I have collected over the years. I will also share some of the remarkable gifts I have received. Regardless, I am so thankful for the wonderful gift of life that Christ gave us in His coming to earth to live, die and be resurrected to reconcile us to the Father. There is no better gift. This season is our chance to tell a desperate world about His coming, and His gift to us.

Time to put my stool away, I'm finished with it for this project. I'll keep it close by...

Ray Charles and Christmas Angel

2010-11-26T21:27:00.000-08:00

The day after Thanksgiving is always a potpourri of activities for us. This year we shopped for some new lighting in our basement, I went to pick up a part for Nicole's car from the Toyota dealership, only to find out it was the wrong one, and Kathy and I spent time cleaning out our storage area in the basement and I installed our new lighting. We took some time to watch a Christmas movie titled Christmas Angel. It was the story of a wealthy philanthropist who found out late in life that it is better to give than receive. A multi-millionaire businessman who lost his wife and family because of his obsession with making money. In the end, he gave it all away to needy people. A little predictable, but a fun way to start the season.

The other thing I did has become a personal tradition. I watched, (I'm not sure how many times this is, but it is a lot), Ray Charles Celebrate A Gospel Christmas. In what may have been his last video taped concert, (Christmas 2003, Ray Charles died in June of 2004), Ray Charles sang Christmas songs, gospel songs and his famous arrangement of America, the Beautiful. In this concert he is joined by the 120 Voices of Jubilation from Newark, New Jersey. The wild thing about this concert is that it was performed in Green Bay, Wisconsin. It is obvious from the first song that the audience is incredibly responsive to Ray Charles and all the music. They clap as each song starts, they clap in the middle and they go wild at the end. The interesting thing is that when the cameras pan the audience, there is not a single black person in the audience, and almost everyone on the stage is black. What a wonderful inter-cultural experience for all those folks. One of the memorable performances on this video is the Voices of Jubilation's rendition of Total Praise. The director is wonderful to watch. His animation makes the song come alive. The entire concert is a lot of fun and a great way to start the Christmas season. Ray Charles and the choir singing Oh, Happy Day is great.

Now, on the the big stuff. Unwinding the outdoor lights and making sure they all work...

Thanksgiving Day 2010

2010-11-25T09:14:00.000-08:00

This morning I was up early to help register runners and walkers for the 20th Gobble Wobble 5K at our church. Every year this race is a benefit for Teen Challenge, a faith based drug rehab program that we support. Several hundred runners braved very cold and drizzly conditions to participate. I thank God for everyone who participated and gave unselfishly on this day to help others.

Now I'm home, I helped Kathy get the turkey stuffed and into the oven and now we have a few minutes to relax. While I try and be grateful all year long for God's blessings to us, this day really helps me reflect on the things that I am so thankful for. As I drove home from the church this morning, and called Kathy to let her know I was on my way, I was weepy as I thought about how much I love her and am thankful to God for her. This hasn't been the greatest year of our lives, but the love that we share and the support we give each other has helped make it a year that we can truly say "God has been faithful." I am thankful for all our children, our married children and grandchildren who are in Springfield, Missouri, Medford, Oregon and Ft. Lauderdale, Florida. I am thankful for our three teenagers still at home. Even with the challenges that parenting has produced this year, our lives our enriched by our teenagers. I thank God for my parents, sisters and brother and their families, and Kathy's parents and siblings. I am thankful that our home is warm, there is food in the pantry, our bills are paid and we have a little money in the bank.

I am thankful that as I sat and read God's Word this morning, His promises are true and apply to me, because He loves me and has a relationship with me, by His choosing. I am thankful for friends who love us, and care about us, a church family that we can share our talent and ability with, and our country that has provided the freedom that we enjoy today to worship God like we choose. I am thankful for a day of rest, and the opportunity to reflect on the reasons for the peace and contentment that I feel. Have a blessed day as you thank God for His goodness to you.

My Utmost For His Highest

2010-11-19T08:31:00.000-08:00

Oswald Chambers was born in Aberdeen, Scotland, in 1874, the son of a Baptist minister. As a teenager, after hearing Charles Spurgeon preach, young Oswald surrendered his life to Jesus Christ. Chambers studied for the ministry and was the first principal of the Bible Training College at Clapham Common, London. World War I exploded on Europe and the college was closed in 1915.

Chambers joined the staff of the YMCA and with his wife, Biddy, was sent to Europe to minister to the English and Australian troops stationed in Zeitoun and Ismailia. The YMCA constructed 72 by 40 foot reed huts for the soldiers to come and relax in. Within a week, Oswald Chambers had four hundred soldiers packed in each night to hear him teach the Bible. Hundreds came to Christ. He wrote in his diary, "There are so many 'saved' souls waiting instruction, and they take it with zest. There is no difficulty at all in getting men to 'decide' for Christ, they do it readily." Sadly, on November 17, 1917, Chambers died of complications from an appendix operation.

Chambers had written just one book before he died, Baffled to Fight Better, but he had kept a journal. Biddy (his wife) was a trained court stenographer and had taken down word for word many of his hundreds of messages delivered at colleges and military camps. She began editing his material into 365 daily readings and named it My Utmost for His Highest. She completed it in 1927, ten years after Oswald's death. Today the book remains among the top ten Christian titles sold annually.

What will be our legacy, yours and mine? God cannot only use our lives for His glory while we are alive and working for Him, but long after we are gone. O God, help us to keep our focus on You and what You have asked us to do. We'll leave the results to You, for Your glory.

Christmas Reading

2010-11-17T08:34:00.000-08:00

Every year, for many years now, Kathy and I have purchased one or two Christmas books a year. Some have been collections of short stories, others are Christmas novels and some have been table top books. One of our favorite authors is Richard Paul Evans. His book, Christmas Box, is a classic. We also enjoyed The Christmas List, The Gift and others by him. This year Evans has a new book titled Promise Me. Kathy found it at Sam's Club the other day and brought it home with some other Christmas shopping. I decided to start reading it on Sunday evening and I finished it last night. Normally, I would wait until closer to Christmas, but since I am a minister of music, I have been selecting, rehearsing and planning for Christmas since July, so reading a Christmas book now fits right into where I am.

For me, part of the enjoyment of Christmas is to immerse myself in the lives of other people and their Christmas celebrations. Many of the stories I have read have been true life stories, others are fictional. All of them help me focus on the wonder of the coming of the Savior and His tremendous gift to me. Another thing I have discovered over the years is that Christmas can "blow right past" you if you let it. The busyness of the season can almost make Christmas one of the those things that you can't wait to come and go so that your schedule can slow down. I have found that if I have a Christmas book to read, even if all I have is a few minutes, those minutes can be so meaningful. Right after Thanksgiving we'll bring up a lot of our Christmas story collections books and put them on our living room coffee table. A cup of tea, a fire in the fireplace and a couple of Christmas stories helps melt away the busyness of the day. This year, in addition to all your Black Friday shopping, stop in a bookstore and look for their Christmas books display. It will be there, and there will be a lot of wonderful books there. Pick up a book of short stories, buy yourself some Constant Comment tea and that evening, read a couple of stories. It will do your soul good...

A Very Nice Visit With My Parents

2010-11-11T14:39:00.000-08:00

Last December, my parents moved to the Raleigh-Durham area of North Carolina. My sister relocated for a great job in the hotel industry and my parents moved with she and my brother-in-law. They live in the small town of Youngsville in a wonderful rural setting. When I was there earlier this week, all the leaves on the hardwood trees were turning yellow and red and it was beautiful. Two weeks ago my parents celebrated birthdays, 82 and 91. It was fun to be there so close to their birthdays. This was my first visit to their new home.

My dad has a lot trouble hearing, so our conversations were very short, but I was able to spend a lot of time with my mom, catching up on their move, all of our relatives that we do not see very often and catching her up on my family and all the things we are up to. The interesting thing was all the "spin off" conversations that a memory or an event took us on. I had several questions about the Spanish speaking church that I grew up in and that conversation brought back some neat memories. She reminded me of getting pulled over by a motorcycle policeman right in front of the the church because I pulled out in front of him without signaling or checking to see if anyone was coming. As I recall, I didn't get a ticket because I didn't have a license yet, just my permit. Another memory that I remember was a treat that happened every once in a while when we came home from our evening church service. It was usually fairly late and everyone was hungry. We stopped at a hamburger place where you could get a "bag of burgers for a buck" and a "bag of fries for a buck". For two dollars, we had a feast when we got home from church.

We reminisced about people that we had known and lost contact with, and people that have come back into our lives, largely with digital technology like Facebook. My memory of many of these folks was like I knew them many years ago. I was jarred back to reality more than once when I asked how old someone was now and my mom would say "I think they are in their eighties, or late seventies". Yikes, I remember them in their 20s and 30s. I suppose that some day in the next decade or two, I'll sit with my children and we'll do the same kind of reminiscing. I'll shock them with how old the people are that they remember, and we'll share great memories from every generation. One day, probably sooner than later, I won't be able to do this anymore with my parents. So I am very grateful for another opportunity to do that this week. We made plans to bring Kathy and our kids at home next summer to see them. I hope we can all do the same kind of reminiscing. I think it is really good for us to remember where we came from. It helps clarify where were are going.

This Was Quite An Election

2010-11-03T12:34:00.000-07:00

I was up yesterday shortly after 4 AM to get ready to go to the election precinct where I have worked for the past several elections. We opened at 6 AM with many people in line and, except for a short lunch break, I did not sit down until our polls closed at 7 PM. I work at Gambrill Gardens, a retirement living center in West St. Louis County. A lot of our voters are elderly residents of the center. So, in addition to my normal job of helping people cast their ballots on the electronic and paper machines, many of the elderly voters need to have the ballot read to them, or they need special help with the touch screens. When I got home, I was exhausted, however, I really enjoyed the day.

In addition to the large turnout, we had close to 60%, I noticed a real determination on many people's part to "make a difference". In one form or another, many people said something like, "I want my vote to count" or "I want to help make a difference". On our ballot we had quite a few judge confirmations. It surprised me, with many of the elderly voters I assisted, how many of them voted NO on judge confirmations, almost as if there was a determination to sweep every area of government clean and start again.

I think the past 18 months have reignited a grass roots feeling in this country that the individual can make a difference. It has confirmed the idea that the will of the people cannot be ignored, and that if it is, the people will make changes. Now, Christians, it time to pray for new leaders, new direction and people in leadership who will be open to the wisdom and guidance of God. This was quite an election cycle, now let's do something with it.

I Had Hoped We'd Be Better Than This

2010-10-26T18:34:00.000-07:00

I normally don't write two blogs in one day, but I could not let a recent quote from President Obama go without commenting on it. First, I am a patriotic American, second, I am a full blooded Latino, third, I am a Christian who prays for our elected leaders, including President Obama.

Yesterday, addressing a Latino audience, the President said; "And if Latinos sit out the election instead of saying, we're gonna punish our enemies and we're gonna reward our friends who stand with us on issues that are important to us, if they don't see that kind of upsurge in voting in this election, then I think it's gonna be harder - and that's why I think it's so important that people focus on voting on November 2." When I heard a replay of this quote, I was extremely disappointed and terribly frustrated at the bottom feeding level of rhetoric that the upcoming election is generating. I believe our country has always taken pride in the fact that we could disagree politically and ideologically, but when push came to shove, we would unite again to get the job done. Our transitions of power at presidential election time have always been orderly, regardless of how heated and dividing the rhetoric might have been. I can never remember, however, anyone calling someone who didn't agree with you an enemy. In particular, using the word to describe a large class of people, who do not agree with you. Use of the word enemy takes the situation to a new level, a level that may make it impossible to unite again after the next election is over. Punish is a word that implies much more than just winning or losing an election. It implies a continuing action that goes far beyond the casting of a ballot. I have been concerned for our country as the discussion about illegal immigration, health care, the economy and other issues has become so contentious. Now, with the leader of our country talking in terms of enemies and punishing, who will be the uniter? Who can we look to? Obviously, as a Christian, my prayer focus doesn't change, but emotionally it is much harder to pray for a president that sees me as his enemy, as someone who needs to be punished. I have had to work at praying for him because I don't support his handling of the economy, or the passage of the massive health care bill, or the US government's lawsuit against Arizona, a state that is merely trying to enforce federal law already on the books. But I will continue to pray, because my Lord has asked me to.
O God, times are tough, and getting tougher. We need Your wisdom, Your grace, Your love. Help us, O God, to make a difference in these contentious times. We need You, O God. Our country needs You. We are a needy people and You must be Lord of our lives. Thank You, because we can trust You and Your word.

The Dreaded Check Engine Light

2010-10-26T13:49:00.000-07:00

I hate it when warning lights start showing up on my dashboard. If the car manufacturer's were really honest, when the Check Engine graphic on the dash goes on, it should read, "Plan on spending anywhere from $125 to $500 to get this light to go off. You will probably have to go back 2 or 3 times to the repair shop, and then for weeks after you spend the money, you will glance down at your dash every 30 seconds because you think it will go back on. Just as you finally decide that it really is fixed, it will go back on, normally the week before you have to have a safety check in order to license your car for another year." On Saturday I was able to get a warning light to go off that indicated that I had a tail light, brake light, or other light out. I checked and checked and none of the lights were out. Then, after I pulled my car into the garage to see the lights better in the dark, I noticed that one of the brake lights was dimmer than the other one. Being a devoted DIYer, (do it yourself) I took both sets of lights apart and tried to figure out what the problem was. After an hour or so, I finally noticed that one of the wires going to the affected light socket didn't look like the other one. I took it apart and actually fixed it. Another DIY victory. I can't imagine how much that would have cost at a repair shop. Since this is a safety item, it needed to be fixed in order to license my car by the end of October.

This morning I took my car in for the safety inspection, paid my $12 and smugly awaited a positive outcome. Alas, it wasn't to be. I have a right front axle that needs to be replaced, Grrr. Since I take my vehicles to the same mechanic, they let it slide and passed my car anyway, with my pledge that I would get if fixed, soon. I sense another DIY project... Then it was on to the Check Engine light. 3 hours and $257 later, my check engine light was off. I learned all about EGRs and compression modulators and still felt taken.

On the way home I noticed I was looking at the dash every few seconds. Maybe if I stop looking at it, the check engine light will just go on and I can start the "taking it back to the mechanic" routine. I love my car, I hate my car. :)

The 99ers

2010-10-24T18:06:00.000-07:00

One of the stories on 60 Minutes tonight was about people in the Silicon Valley (the high tech area in the San Francisco Bay Area of California) who have lost their jobs to the current recession. Most of the story revolved around a type of town hall meeting for people who were unemployed. It was part support group, part 12 Step type meeting and part revival meeting. They called themselves the 99ers. (Unemployment benefits were extended by Congress to 99 weeks. Because of the huge cost, Congress will probably not extend the benefits again.) The 60 Minutes commentator interviewed several people. Most of them were high level professionals who made everywhere from $70,000 a year to well over $200,000. In many cases they had exhausted their unemployment insurance, cashed out their retirement accounts and gone through all of their savings. These were single and married people in their 40s, 50s and 60s.

The comments were almost nearly the same. Most people said something like "I can't believe this has happened to me", or "I never believed it would take 2 years, 3 years to find another job". One single lady who had exhausted all of her resources finally moved into an attic space in a friend of a friends house in exchange for cooking and cleaning. This single lady in her 50s was virtually at the end of the financial line. Another family had used all of their savings, they had used their children's college savings accounts and were trying to sell their home. The man, who lost his $200,000 a year job, had exhausted his unemployment insurance and had taken all of his 401K account to buy a franchise business that cleans home heating and AC vents. Sadly, because of the recession there wasn't enough work to make any money. They were at the end of their financial rope.

The story ended without any answers, just an overall sense of hopelessness. You wonder how people in this situation cope? Many Christians are in this same situation. Without the promises of God, and the family of God that these people belong to, it would be hopeless. If this recession continues to improve at the very slow pace it is, I think we as the family of God will need to stretch ourselves as we help fellow believers who are caught in this almost unbelievable situation. We may need to figure out ways to give major help; financial, spiritual and practical. We also need to find ways to reach out to people who don't know the Lord, who are panicked and have no where to turn. God help us make a difference. Help us to be so thankful for what you have blessed us with and be willing to give a lot of your blessings away.

"Joy To the World" For A Missions Convention

2010-10-18T15:04:00.000-07:00

There are some categories of Christian life that very little music is written for. One of those is for a Missions emphasis service. As our younger generations get further away from hymnal singing, it gets harder to find and pick Missions oriented music.

This past week I was trying to find a good opening song for our 2nd week of Mission's services. I remembered reading about a hymnal that Issac Watts published in 1719. It was titled Psalms of David Imitated in the Language of the New Testament. Watts paraphrased 138 of the Psalms with the intent of having people who sang these hymns, sing them from a New Testament meaning and style.

Psalm 98, verses 1 through 3 says: Sing to the LORD a new song, for he has done marvelous things; his right hand and his holy arm have worked salvation for him. The LORD has made his salvation known and revealed his righteousness to the nations. He has remembered his love and his faithfulness to the house of Israel; all the ends of the earth have seen the salvation of our God.

This Psalm anticipates the time when Jehovah will be the God of the whole earth and His kingdom will reign over all the nations. With this Psalm talking about God's salvation and revealing His righteousness to the nations, it seemed like the perfect hymn for our Missions service. In giving this Psalm a New Testament expression of praise for the salvation of God, Watts chose to begin by giving praise for the God who became incarnate as the Babe of Bethlehem. Issac Watts titled Psalm 98, The Messiah's Coming and Kingdom.

Sometime later, the title was changed to Joy To the World, and has become one of the most beloved Christmas hymns. I must admit, it was a little weird, but we sang Joy To the World yesterday, October 14th, as a Missions hymn. I think it worked.

Are the Windows Of Heaven Shut For You?

2010-10-17T08:34:00.000-07:00

One of the toughest spots to be in as Christians is when we feel like our prayers are not being heard. It's as if Heaven has been closed to us. Usually this comes at a time when we are struggling with one or more serious issues, we recognize that God is the only one who can really help, and it seems like He doesn't care.

In Psalm 77, starting at verse 7, David writes this; "Will the Lord reject forever? Will he never show his favor again? Has his unfailing love vanished forever? Has his promise failed for all time? Has God forgotten to be merciful? Has he in anger withheld his compassion?" Then I thought, "To this I will appeal: the years of the right hand of the Most High." I will remember the deeds of the LORD; yes, I will remember your miracles of long ago. I will meditate on all your works and consider all your mighty deeds.

The temptation at this point is to help God remember all the good things you have done. All the ministry you have provided in His name, all the selfless acts of kindness you have performed, reminding Him of all your sacrifice. However, David continues to write in verse 13; Your ways, O God, are holy. What god is so great as our God? You are the God who performs miracles; you display your power among the peoples. With your mighty arm you redeemed your people, the descendants of Jacob and Joseph.

While it is tempting to try and make God aware of all the good reasons why He should be responding to our prayers, David's approach brings worship, praise and his requests to God in a manner that is consistent with the character of God. A God who loves our worship, our praise and loves to manifest His power among us. God will answer you in His time, in His way, and you will be amazed. Hang on, this season of time will not last. God loves you so much, and He hears every word you whisper to Him.

It Is So Much Easier To Be A Man

2010-10-14T13:48:00.000-07:00

This week I observed another "changing of the season" ritual in our bedroom. Kathy changing from her summer wardrobe to her fall wardrobe. For a couple of days there were piles of clothes on our bed, our living room couches, hanging up in our bathroom and other places I'm sure I was unaware of. Of course she made a trip to Target to buy more plastic storage tubs, to join the other storage tubs we already have in our basement. I watched with fascination as the piles grew, then shrunk as clothes got sorted on other piles, into the closet, back out of the closet, into a tub, out of that tub into another tub. Finally, all the clothes made the transition. I took the tubs down to the basement, however, not into storage yet, we still need to organize the other tubs that are already down there. After all, in a couple of months, her Christmas clothes tubs will need to come up. Then came the shoes. You can't wear summer shoes in the fall, after all. Piles of shoes and sandals. Why does a person keep all the shoe boxes?

Just as the clothes transfer ended, the fall jewelry sort started. Kathy has two drawers in her chest of drawers just for jewelry. I must admit, it is cataloged well, and fairly neat. I was amused watching her sort and move jewelry around, talking to herself about what would go with what, and trying on things she hadn't worn in a while. Watching her busyness with her jewelry reminded me to do a quick inventory of mine. Yep, my two rings that never come off my fingers are still there and the only watch I wear is on my dresser. After she showed me her new fall finger nail polish color, the fall switchover was complete. I was exhausted...

However, I was inspired to take a look at my fall wardrobe to make sure I'm ready. Let's see, I've got two clean undershirts and it appears at least one long sleeved shirt is ironed. Now, I'll polish my brown pair of shoes and my black pair and I think I'll be ready. Oh, and yes, my pair of Christmas socks are in my sock drawer just where I put them after last Christmas.

It sure is easier being a man.

Earning the Right To Lead People To Christ

2010-10-12T10:15:00.000-07:00

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about the process of leading people to Christ. If we are surrounded by a world (our immediate circle of neighbors, acquaintances, workplace friends, relatives, etc.) that desperately needs Christ, than how does the process begin where sharing Christ becomes a natural part of our lives. A story I recently read, by Jonathan Fallwell, the senior pastor at Thomas Road Baptist Church, is part of the key.

Jonathan tells of going with his father, Jerry Fallwell, on a trip to debate Larry Flynt, the publisher of Hustler magazine. After the debate, Mr. Flynt asked Jerry Fallwell if he could give he and his son a ride back to Lynchburg, Virginia after the debate. Mr. Fallwell agreed and they boarded Mr. Flynt's beautiful black and gold Gulfstream III. On the trip the two men talked as if they were old friends, about sports, food, politics and many other topics. After they landed, Jonathan Fallwell asked his dad about that conversation, a conversation that really bothered Jonathan. "Dad, how is it that you can sit on that airplane and carry on a conversation with him as if you guys were old friends. He is the exact opposite of everything you believe in; he does all of the things that you preach against; and yet you were treating him as you would someone from our own church. Why?" Jonathan then wrote this; "Dad's response changed my whole outlook on ministry. He said, 'Jonathan, there's going to be a day when Larry Flynt is hurting and lonely and will be looking for help and guidance. He is going to pick up the phone and call someone who can help him. I want to earn the right to be that phone call!'"

Isn't this how Christ lived his life on earth. He was severely criticized for spending time with sinners, yet I'm sure He knew that one day they would call on Him in their time of need. O God, help me, help us, to develop the kind of relationships with people who do not know you in such a way that it earns us the right to be the "phone call" of help that leads them to You.

Stopping People From Running Into the Pit

2010-10-10T18:11:00.000-07:00

This morning we began our annual Missions emphasis at our church. During one of the praise & worship songs, Mighty To Save, (the lyrics talk about our mighty God's power and His salvation) I remembered an incident from the middle 80s that I related to our 8:15 AM service congregation. Kathy and I were serving on the staff of the PTL Television Network and I was also on the pastoral staff of Heritage Village Church. It was a holiday weekend and PTL usually had many holiday events, including All Night Sings. All the greats in gospel music were invited. That weekend Maude Aimee Humbard was one of the singing guests and her husband, Pastor Rex Humbard, was along for the trip. He was the long time pastor of The Cathedral of Tomorrow in Akron, Ohio, and at one time reached more people around the world by television than any other Christian broadcast.

Rex Humbard was driven by the task of preaching and leading people to Christ. He was known as a "soul winner", a person who has a single focus of leading people to Jesus. On this particular weekend, during the early hours of the morning, while the All Night Sing was going on in the main auditorium, I went behind the auditorium into a large hallway where there were refreshments and chairs for performers to sit on. Rex was there all by himself, sitting in a chair near the refreshments. I asked if I could sit down and talk with him. He said yes. In the course of our conversation, I asked him what had started him on the ministry path of being so focused on leading people to Christ. He told me about an early dream or vision he had. "I was driving on a rural road. As I drove past a large field, I noticed many cars pulled over and people running to the center of the field. My curiosity got the better of me and I stopped my car and started walking toward the center of the field. As I got closer to the center, I realized that there was a large pit in the center. Many people tried to hold themselves back, but they couldn't and fell screaming into the pit. Others, as they were running, never even slowed down and fell into the pit. I immediately realized that this was an opening to Hell and I had to stop people from falling into the pit."

This was near the end of his public ministry. Probably close to 50 years of preaching and teaching. As he told me the story, I could tell he had the same passion, and the story was just as real that night as it was when he first experienced it. Incredible. Are there any more Rex Humbards out there?

Getting Back On the Right Track

2010-10-09T09:40:00.000-07:00

Nehemiah was tremendously used of God to bless Israel by hearing from God, and carrying out a plan to rebuild the walls of Jerusalem. The Biblical account of Nehemiah and his efforts are inspiring and have many applications to our lives as Christians. While this was a wonderful time in the lives of the nation of Israel, another momentous event took place at the same time. On October 8th, 445 B.C., Ezra, the high priest at the time, brought the scroll of the Law before an assembly of all the Jews in Jerusalem.

The date was significant because it was the first day of the Hebrew civil calendar. Ezra began reading at daybreak and read until noon. Historians tell us that the people stood and listened attentively and began to weep as they realized that what they were hearing were the very words of God. The reading of the Law on October 8, 445 B.C. was a turning point in the history of Israel. Until that day, the people's lives centered around the the temple. On this day they became a people whose religious life centered on a book - God's book.

The next day, October 9th, family leaders, priests and Levites met with Ezra to go over the Law in greater detail. Their detailed study led them to celebrat the Feast of Tabernacles again, and more importantly, it led them to celebrate again the Day of Atonement, or Yom Kippur on October 17th.

I have been reading through the Bible this year with the God Sightings version. I cannot tell you how many times God's word has given me a thought or promise to live by for the day. Sometimes it is a nugget of enlightenment that brings such joy and peace to my spirit. I can't imagine an entire city being so moved by God's Word that they wept as one and vowed to live by His law. What an incredible event.

Fond Memories

2010-10-05T20:07:00.000-07:00

As I get older, I discover that I remember specific incidents less and less. I'm not totally sure why that is. I wonder if our brain's "memory hard drive" gets too full and gets selective about what it remembers. It would be nice if we got a "memory almost full" message so we could purge memories that were not as significant as others. Some memories are so special that we remember them over and over, and tell the stories to the same people more than once.

For instance, my dad has some wonderful stories of growing up in Colorado. He lived there at a time when there was abundant game and fish every time he and his adult relatives went into the woods. I have heard some of his fishing stories more than once, and I have enjoyed them every time. I suspect that it doesn't occur to him that he has told the stories before because they are still so vivid in his mind. Each time he tells the story, it's as if the memory has just come to him. I find that there are memories that I recall just like that. Memories that are so vivid that I can recall almost even the most insignificant detail. Then Kathy will ask me, "do you remember...", and I have no clue what she is talking about. Don't tell her, but sometimes when I'm nodding yes and smiling as she talks, I have no memory whatsoever of the event she is recalling in "vivid color."

One of those memories for me is a vacation we took to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in the mid 80s. We were both working on the staff of The PTL Television Network and I was on the ministerial staff of Heritage Village Church. Jason, Aimee, Josh and I were fishing on the pier at Myrtle Beach and having a great time. Josh was 3 or 4 and more interested in what was on the pier than in fishing. We had bought him a little Snoopy pole and I had baited it and propped it up on the pier railing so I could see it if a fish started biting. Well, a fish did bite, in fact, it bit so hard it pulled the pole right off the pier into the ocean. "Splash", "what was that", "oh no, Josh's pole is in the water". And that was that. Once we got Josh calmed down with promises of buying another pole, we went back to fishing with the poles we had left. About a half hour later, I got a pretty good bite on my pole, set the hook and started bringing in the fish. As the line started to come in I couldn't believe what I was seeing come out of the water. My hook had hooked Josh's Snoopy pole. I carefully pulled it in, and then let Josh reel in the fish that his pole had hooked and was still securely there. We kept that pole for a long time, well after the time Josh graduated to a larger fishing pole. Finally, in one of our moves, the Snoopy pole didn't make it. That's okay, the memory is firmly embedded in my memory. I suppose I have told the story to someone more than once. But that's okay, older guys can get away with that.

If you know me very well, you know I love Christmas stories. I collect them, tell them and live them. I love story tellers and try my best to be a good one. Stories relate life, and love, and the good things about us. Relish your memories and tell the stories, even if you tell them more than once to the same person.

It's Almost Time For "The Smell"

2010-10-03T19:37:00.000-07:00

There are some things that are distinct to every season. When spring arrives, winter clothes go in the closet, lawn tools get tuned up, and your yard get spruced up for the growing season. Each season has its own routine. My favorite season is spring, probably because I love to watch the bleakness of winter wake up. I enjoy seeing buds on the trees, the beginnings of growth on all kinds of bushes, and the first green shoots that come from bulbs that have been dormant all winter. Some of the first signs of life are the various flowering trees. We have a large Bradford Pear tree in our front yard that is covered in beautiful white blooms. I love spring.

There is one part of Fall, however, that I really enjoy. Fall comes, as you know, at the perfect time. It seems like just when you can't take one more hot, humid day, the temperature starts to change. In St. Louis, there is a period of time that our air conditioner is turned off, and the heater is not needed. Not only does it help our utility bill for a few days, it is a great time of year from a temperature standpoint. Not too hot, not too cold, just right. Then comes that one night, or early morning when the heater comes on. I love the smell of the first time the heater goes on! It is a great smell. It says winter is coming, it says it is time to snuggle under a warm blanket, it says its time to make sure the firewood is dry and the kindling is ready. The sad part of it, however, is that it only happens once. You can't duplicate it because when all the dust, spider webs and other stuff in your heater ducts gets burned up by the heater flames, the smell is gone. I think if someone would bottle it up and put it in a spray can, it would sell. I know I would buy some. There is one thing I make sure of when it is time to turn the heater on. I never light the pilot light before I go to bed. It would be a sad Fall if the heater came on at night and everyone was asleep and missed "The Smell." Tonight is is supposed to get down to 38 degrees. With it that cold, we may a little heat in the morning. Can't wait, maybe we'll enjoy "The Smell" tomorrow...

Could There Be Life On Planet Gliese 581g?

2010-09-30T14:43:00.000-07:00

Astronomers say they have spotted, for the first time, a planet beyond our own in what is sometimes called the Goldilocks zone for life: Not too hot, not too cold. Just right. This new planet sits smack in the middle of what astronomers refer to as the habitable zone, unlike any of the nearly 500 other planets astronomers have found outside our solar system. And, it is in our galactic neighborhood, suggesting that plenty of Earth-like planets circle other stars.

There are a lot of unanswered questions about this strange planet. It is about three times the mass of Earth, slightly larger in width and much closer to its star - 14 million miles away versus our 93 million. It's so close to its version of the sun that it orbits every 37 days. And it doesn't rotate much, so one side is almost always bright, the other dark. Temperatures can be as hot as 160 degrees or as frigid as 25 degrees below zero, but in between - in the land of constant sunrise - it would be "shirt-sleeve weather." It is unknown whether water actually exists on the planet, and what kind of atmosphere it has. But because conditions are ideal for liquid water, and because there always seems to be life on Earth where there is water, astronomer Steven Vogt of the University of California at Santa Cruz believes "that chances for life on this planet are 100 percent."

The only problem with all of this is that the planet is 120 trillion miles away, so it would take several generations for a spaceship to get there. However, while this seems like a long distance, in the scheme of the vast universe, this planet is "like right in our face, right next door to us," astronomer Vogt said in an interview.

Hebrews 11:3 tells us: By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God's command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible. Ephesians 4:10 says: He who descended is the very one who ascended higher than all the heavens, in order to fill the whole universe. Many verses in the Bible tell us about a Creator unlimited by time or space. We cannot even comprehend distances like 120 trillion miles. Somehow that doesn't seem to me to be "right in our face, right next door to us." Last summer we drove out to the West Coast and back to St. Louis, about 8,500 miles, and we were totally exhausted. The incredible thing about this is that the God who created the universe, who I am sure, delights in us finding things like new planets, is the same God who knows me intimately. The Bible tells me that he knows things about me that I do not even know. Have you ever tried to count the number of hairs on your head? Once again, science, and specifically astronomy, have blown me away with the vastness of God, and yet He knows and loves me, me. Wow...

Some Thoughts About Judas and Remorse

2010-09-29T11:02:00.000-07:00

I had an interesting conversation with Nicole, our 18 year old first year college student, recently. She is writing a script for our youth human video team. Part of the script deals with Judas, the disciple that betrayed Jesus. She said that basically what she has been taught is that Judas was a greedy person who probably didn't believe in Jesus from the start and only followed Him for what he could get personally. In the script she is writing, she was wondering if there was more to the story, did he feel any remorse, and will Judas be in Heaven? I gave her a couple of things to think about regarding what the scriptures have to say, particularly in Matthew 26 and 27.

After we ended our conversation, I did some more thinking about Judas and what his motivation was in betraying Jesus, and then his tragic end. The one question Nicole asked, "will Judas be in Heaven?", really got me thinking. It seems like one of the keys to Judas' motivation may be found in the story of the expensive perfume being poured on his head while he was at the home of Simon the Leper in Bethany. Mark says "Some of those present were saying indignantly to one another, 'Why this waste of perfume? It could have been sold for more than a year's wages and the money given to the poor'. And they rebuked her harshly." Was Judas among these? Was this a tipping point for Judas? Verse 10 of Mark 14 says, "Then Judas Iscariot, one of the Twelve, went to the chief priests to betray Jesus to them". The "Then" of this verse comes right after the account of the perfume incident. Interesting thought...

One more thought, why would Judas ask during the Lord's Supper if he was the betrayer unless he thought that Jesus would not know, and not point him out? Would he make himself the deliberate object of scorn in front of his peers? Even after all the miraculous events that Judas had experienced with Jesus, he apparently did not believe that Christ was God, and was all knowing. I think Judas was taken completely by surprise when Jesus said, "Yes, it is you." I believe that Judas' world was turned upside down by that one incident. Now, for the first time, he clearly understood who Christ was, and that he would be "selling Him down the river". I believe that from the time that night that he kissed Christ in the garden to point Him out until the next morning when Judas went to the temple to return the money, he was in the greatest anguish a person could be in. Early the next morning, when he could not resolve the situation, when he couldn't fix it, in desperation he threw the money at the priests and ran out and took his own life.

Will we see Judas in Heaven? As the rope tightened around his neck, did Judas have time to breathe the words, "O God, please forgive me?" What do you think?

The Solitude of Rustling Leaves

2010-09-28T13:45:00.000-07:00

I watched part of an infomercial the other day for a yard tool. I'm kind of a tool nerd, so I enjoy hearing about and looking at new tools. This was a 3 in 1 yard blower, vacuum and mulcher. The cool thing about it is that you do not need any attachments. You simply flip a switch and it changes from one function to another. For 3 easy payments of $29.95 plus shipping, it could be all mine. "But wait..." If I called in the next 10 minutes they threw in all kinds of goodies. The main selling point was all the time I was going to save by blowing all the leaves and debris in my yard, all over my yard. With the voice-over trying to compete with the blower, it was a very noisy infomercial. After a few minutes I went back to the football game I was watching.

Today I mowed and raked my yard. I thought briefly about the vacuum/mulcher tool as I raked leaves by hand. Then I thought a little bit about the tool as I swept leaves and cuttings down my sidewalk. It would have saved me a lot of time. However, I enjoyed the quietness and solitude. Since this was the middle of the day on a week day, there was almost no sound in our neighborhood, just the sound of my straw broom on the cement. I needed that solitude today. Kathy and I are wrestling with a very difficult situation with our 16 year old. We are at the point of not knowing what to do. My prayers have been reduced to a simple "help us, O God". In the solitude of sweeping the sidewalk and street, and then looking back at my work and seeing a groomed yard, I felt good about my work, but a lot better in my spirit because I had taken some time to let God's presence touch my life as I worked. I took plenty of pauses as I prayed, thought, pondered and said "help us".

I don't think I'll be ordering the 3 in 1 yard tool. I need more of these moments of solitude. Moments when God knows everything I'm feeling when I can only manage a feeble "help us". Maybe you can breathe a "help them" for us, when you think about it.

Wonderful Name, Jesus

2010-09-23T16:30:00.000-07:00

Yesterday I posted a Facebook status about the Choir rehearsal I had just come from. One of the senior pastors I worked for in Albany, Oregon, Allen "Tex" Groff replied and said in part, "I wish I was there..." His comment to my post reminded me of a wonderful experience we had in Albany one Christmas. First Assembly was a great place to work and to attend. Pastor Groff encouraged creativity in every area of the church, expecially with his staff members. I think every staff member thought he was their biggest fan. He kept a file drawer full of examples of his staff's accomplishments. The way I found out about that file drawer was when one of my original choir songs was published by Manna Music. I took a copy of the published song into one of my meetings with Pastor Groff. After he congratulated me on my accomplishment and looked over the printed copy, he opened the drawer to put the copy away, and explained to me about what was there. The great thing about working for Pastor Groff was that he had been a minister of music, and he was a wonderful musician and lead worshipper. I knew for sure that he was my biggest fan.

Well, on to the Christmas story. For the second half of this year's production we were performing the Rodger Strader musical King of Love. One of the early songs in that musical is Wonderful Name, Jesus. I had asked Pastor Groff to narrate the musical. He had rehearsed on his own and we were putting it all together at the dress rehearsal. Since he had not heard the choir and orchestra rehearse prior to the dress rehearsal, this was his "first listen." The orchestra began the introduction with a gorgeous string introduction and harp gliss. I turned towards Pastor Groff to give him his narration cue. As I raised my baton to cue him, I realized he wasn't looking at me. His face was in his hands and his shoulders were shaking. It was quite obvious that heaven had touched earth at that moment, and he had been swept into God's presence. For a few moments we all rejoiced in God's goodness and the promise of the Redeemer. When Pastor Groff was finally composed enough to say something, he apologized for stopping the rehearsal. Everyone assured him that this was a wonderful moment and there was no apology needed. We went on to finish the rehearsal and performed our musical that year four times to nearly 5,000 guests. Everyone said "this was the best one yet." (they say that every year) However, I think it might have been, because I think that every choir member, every orchestra member, and each technical crew person was touched by God's presence in a special way during that rehearsal. I will never forget this experience. Even now as I write these words, my spirit senses God's presence in a very real way. If you have iTunes loaded on your computer, you can listen to the song that touched us all. http://www.qpg.com/custom/1006077/kol04.mp3

God Leads Us Along

2010-09-21T20:27:00.000-07:00

I love hearing the stories of the hymns and songs that we sing. Many are forged out of great sorrow and grief, and many are written out of tremendous joy and rejoicing. George A Young was a preacher who made his living doing carpentry work. He and his wife eventually entered full-time ministry, going from small church to small church in rural areas. Their experiences were many-some good and some heartbreaking. Often those with whom they worked were too poor to help in supplying the needs of the preacher and his wife and family. George and his wife did not waver, saying "God is doing the leading all we have to do is follow. He will not forsake us in time of need and is also very much aware of our situation wherever we are."

After many years, the Youngs were able to scrape enough money together to buy a small lot and George began to build a small home for his family. It took them several years to complete the house. At last the day came, and the Young family moved into their own home, how wonderful it was! Then disaster struck while George and his family were away holding church services. It is thought that someone, not in sympathy with Young and his preaching and not in favor that the likes of him should have a home of his own, set fire to it. When the family returned, their home was a heap of ashes. All that George and his family had sacrificed for and dreamed of was now a memory.

As Mr. Young stood and looked at the ashes, his heart was sad but he found a deep consolation as he remembered the priceless things he possessed which could not be destroyed by fire. Perhaps, like Job, this could be an attack of Satan but he was not alone, for God was aware of it all. In his mind, words began to form -
     Tho' sorrows befall us and Satan oppose,
     God leads His dear children along.
     Some thro' the waters, some thro' the flood,
     Some thro' great sorrow, but God gives a song.
     In the night season and all the day long.

George A. Young had been given the beginning of a song in his deep night of despair-a song that would lift many burdens and give light and encouragement to untold thousands in the years ahead. Within a few days he had written three other verses and in 1903 God Leads Us Along was first published.

That Was Quite A Year Part 2

2010-09-18T18:35:00.000-07:00

Kathryn Kuhlman's Las Vegas crusade was, I believe, a high point in her ministry. "Sin City" opened its heart and city to her and the Las Vegas Convention Center was packed the day of her crusade there in 1975. I was sitting in the first balcony, first row. I could see the stage perfectly. I did not want to miss a thing. As a young minister, I was eager to see the power of God move in the hearts and lives of people. Sometime during the service a breeze blew from the right side of where I was sitting. Since it was hot in the building and there was no air movement, the breeze caught my attention. I followed the direction of the breeze even though I could not see any visible sign of it. I followed it from my right to my left and I kept looking in the direction that I thought the breeze was going. As I watched towards my left, I saw a commotion down on the convention center floor, near the edge of the balcony. I saw people moving around and suddenly a gurney begin to move. I realized then that I had seen this gurney come in earlier, before the service started. When they came in, the person on that gurney was very still and was obviously being attended to by medical people. By the time the gurney, and the person pushing it reached the platform, the whole place had gone nuts. I don't remember all the details of the story, but I do remember that this person was near death. They had been brought to the service against doctor's wishes and now this person was strong enough to push their gurney all the way to the platform. This event was made all the more real to me because I had seen this person being wheeled in earlier, and now I had witnessed a tremendous miracle. A lot happened that day, it was quite an experience. By the way, you can see Kathy in this picture of the platform. Look for the harp.

On one of our trips to Los Angeles for a service at the Shrine Auditorium, I went to the Kuhlman office with Kathy's father to pick up up music for the choir rehearsal that night. I sat out in the reception area while Paul gathered the music. Just as I sat down, Miss Kuhlman and one of assistants came through the door. Paul introduced me. He and Miss Kuhlman's assistant went into another office to get what they needed and Miss Kuhlman sat down and we had the opportunity to talk. I asked her the one question I had wondered about ever since my interest in the miracle healing power of God had gripped me. "How does God heal?" "How do you put yourself in the position for God to work through you so miraculously?" I sat with baited breath, knowing I was going to find out one of the deepest and most hidden secrets of Christian ministry. Her answer was, "I don't know". In my mind I thought, "how can you not know?" We talked some more about the meetings, she was interested in my ministry and my family, and we enjoyed a few more minutes together and we all left the office. The next day, at the service, I had the backstage experience I described yesterday. Then I knew the deepest and most hidden secret of divine healing ministry...total reliance on God's power, resting on a humble servant. I will never forget that year.