September, 2019

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#Calling#Shepherd#Presence

Wednesday, September 25th, 2019

This post is a little bit of both worlds: the world of the “big church” and the world of “I’m a shepherd.” They will intertwine so I hope I don’t totally confused you. 🙂

When I started on my journey as a pastor while I was still in college (1972), I admit to total “duncity.” I know that is not a word but that is the way I would describe myself. Clueless might make more sense. What did I know? It was the summer following my Sophomore year and I was asked to preach at a country church-Mt Camel Christian Church in Mt. Sterling, KY. It was 100 miles away from the school. I worked all week and then would head down either sometime Saturday or very early Sunday morning. It was aptly named…it was at the top of a mountain.

As I graduated and became more acclimated to the pastor’s life, I began to see that I was to be a shepherd of the people. I took that seriously, sometimes too seriously, at the sake of my family. I was gone a lot. I didn’t know any better, plus that was the day and age of the visiting pastor. Office work all morning and visiting in the afternoon and many evenings. In my mind I was shepherding my people.

Then came Church, Inc. That was the time in the 90s when being a pastor switched gears. We were no longer shepherds; we were CEO’s. How can I say this? EPIC FAIL for me. And in my mind EPIC FAIL for the church as a whole. I’m not going to mention any names of the gurus, but being a pastor was no longer about being a shepherd but being the “chief vision-giver” of the church. Frankly, I despise that moniker. For one, I don’t work well in a vacuum. I dream best when surrounded by others who can dream as well. Batting ideas off each other. Seeking God’s purpose and plan more than my own.  Not doing things and making decisions unilaterally (although I sometimes have too) but including others in the dreaming and planning process.

Somewhere along the line I came full circle. The best part? I became a shepherd again. Granted I don’t go like I used to. Safety issues (translate that #MeToo, etc)  have changed the way I do ministry. I no longer see females alone, in my office or in their house or at a meal in a restaurant. If they can’t say it with Jo around, they don’t need to be telling me. (She or someone will at least be in the building if I meet with them at the office). But being a shepherd has allowed me to once again adopt something I read from Skye Jethani’s book, Immeasurable:

When I enter the room, I represent the presence of God.

That is especially true of visitation in a hospital or nursing home. I am Jesus to many- and honestly?- that is a very scary thought. But it is true. I am their shepherd and I represent Jesus. No CEO type pastor who sits in an ivory tower; is isolated from people; or looks down on people from “the sacred office” can say that.  I had to learn the hard way that I was wired to be a shepherd.

I would rather represent Jesus any day than some stuffy Church, Inc organization. You can’t put a price on people’s lives and hearts. No matter how badly Church, Inc wants to do that. So leave me out of the Global Leadership Summit and other Church, Inc gatherings. “Father, give me a heart for the people of OVCF.”

I apologize for the length of this “rant.” Thanks for reading this far.  If you have gone this far, I’d sure like to know what your thoughts are.

#Caring#Empathy

Monday, September 23rd, 2019

I have been a pastor for over 45 years. In those years if I have heard it once I have heard it a thousand times (and wish I had asked for $1 every time I did! I could retire and live off the interest. 🙂 ). The statement I have heard often from both nurses and even doctors is “Doctors and nurses make the worst patients.” I’ve seen cool, calm and collected nurses under extreme pressure melt when it comes to their own treatment.  I’m guessing it is one of those “I know too much” kind of deals. You know…they know what all could go wrong.

When I had my bike wreck in February of 2017 I spent 8 hours in the hallway of the Bloomington Hospital ER. Even though I had gotten there mid afternoon, I waited. It was a Friday in IU town. Although in and out of it due to pain, I was aware of the screaming person in one of the rooms due to drugs. I was aware I was put off for treatment or x-rays because a college student came in high and had an accident. And while I have my thoughts about being pushed aside for stupidity, I found something else.

E.M.P.A.T.H.Y

I was on the receiving end of delayed treatment. I laid in that hallway for 8 hours being pushed aside for others. Broken collarbone. 3 broken ribs. Multiple contusions to my face and hands and legs, i.e. road rash (but fortunately not a head injury due to my helmet which was split in 3 places). I now know what it is like when people tell me they sat or laid in the ER for hours waiting for treatment. Been there done that.

Empathy is a great gift. It allows one to know what another is going through and to feel with them. I’m reminded of the Scripture which says, “He was in all points tempted like we are yet without sin.” Imagine that! Jesus, the perfect, divine, virgin born Son of God knows what I am going through and how I struggle with sin.  He is not some far-off or far-out dude; He is the “close by and I understand what you are experiencing” Savior.

How are you with empathy? Do you feel it when others hurt? Do you take the time to let them know you are thinking of them (without telling your whole story)? As a follower of Christ we are told to cry when others cry; to laugh when others laugh; and to feel when others feel.  How well are you doing?

#Persecution

Friday, September 20th, 2019

Persecution has dogged the tracks of the church ever since its beginning. From the first recorded “defense” by Peter and John in Acts 4 to the first imprisonment in Acts 5 to the all out attacks of the Sanhedrin and Saul in the early chapters of Acts, persecution has been part of being a follower of Christ. And I don’t believe it is going to “let up” in the ensuing years. Things are beginning to “amp up” toward the church and Christianity in our day.

The postcard written to the church in Smyrna relates to their persecution because of their faith. But the truth is persecution does not destroy the church; it makes it strong. Jesus promised persecution: “In this world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33)  He also said, “If they persecuted me, they will also persecute you.” (John 15:20)  The church at Smyrna is one of the two churches where nothing negative is said about them. In this case, persecution did make them stronger not weaker.

I’d appreciate your prayers as I preach this weekend. I’ve been fighting some head junk all week plus my Saturday will be spent at our table at the Apple Butter Festival (something our town has every year).

#Alaska#Cruise#WOW!!

Tuesday, September 17th, 2019

We have been back from our cruise since midnight last Tuesday and I have simply not had much time to post much of anything. I posted some pictures of our trip to Alaska at my other blog here.

I thought I would give you a small taste of some of my other pictures I took with my phone in this post. Jo took some with hers and we also took some on our camera. I need to figure out how to get them from there to here. (Yeah I am technologically challenged so please give me a break) 🙂

Here is one of Jo as we were cruising Glacier Bay:

Here was one I took from the workout center. I was riding the bike when I saw this one and thought I better get that one.

The are two more from Glacier Bay:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One more from Glacier Bay and one from the cruise from Ketchikan to Vancouver (taken from our room window):

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There are more where that came from. I’ll add those into another post. All I can say is “The heavens declare the glory of God and the earth shows His handiwork.”  Don’t you agree?

#LoveLost#FirstLove

Saturday, September 14th, 2019

My sincere apologies for not getting this posted sooner. As many of you know we spent September 2-10 on our trip to Alaska. We arrived home after midnight on the 10th and I played catch-up the rest of the week. But tomorrow is Sunday and I have to be ready to go! I am…in principle. Now all I have to do is get my head and heart in the game. 🙂

I start a new series this week which I am calling Postcards. It will be a seven week series on the 7 churches of Revelation and the letters, i.e. postcards Jesus sent to each of them. Ryan did a great job of introducing God’s idea of the church last week as a lead-in to this series. I’m glad I have someone like him who is so dependable and able to present God’s Word. He’s a good one. 🙂

This week I have titled the sermon “To the Loveless Church.” The city of Ephesus had so much going for it as being one of the greatest cities to live in at that time. Economically. Culturally. Historically. Religiously (even though it was pagan).

The church at Ephesus had a lot going for it also. As you read Revelation 2:1-7 you can’t help but be struck by the commendation heaped upon them: their work, toil and patient endurance; they didn’t tolerate evil men; they hated the works of the Nicolaitans; and their motivation was spot on.

B…..U……T…..

The condemnation far outweighed the commendation. It is very clear. They left their first love. While they had all the outward show of being alive, they were dead inside. Their love for Jesus had grown cold. Their motivation should have been what Paul wrote: “For the love of Christ controls us, because we have concluded this: that one died for all, therefore all have died.” (2 Corinthians 5:14). It wasn’t, and therefore they were told in no uncertain terms “to repent or else.” Unfortunately, the “or else” happened and there is no longer a church in Ephesus.

Fighting this battle for “first place” is an ongoing one.  I hope to challenge all of us to renew our first love for Jesus.  I plan to play this song to help emphasize my point.

#GoneGoneGone

Tuesday, September 3rd, 2019

As you read this Jo & I should be sleeping away in a lodge in Seattle or onboard a cruise ship. We flew in late Monday night and will board the cruise ship for Alaska today. Because I will be on a much-needed vacation with my bride of 46 years, I am not taking my computer and despise blogging or doing any long correspondence on my phone, so I will not be coming around “these here parts” from Tuesday, September 3 through Wednesday, September 11. We get back really late Tuesday night so it is “iffy” whether I post anything on Wednesday.

Each day at Living in the Shadow (my other blog) I have scheduled what I am calling Vacation Scriptures to be thought about each day. I’d like to invite you to visit that site (just in case you missed me sooooo much you just had to hear what I had to say). Aaaaah yeah. 🙂

Jo and I would appreciate your prayers for a safe trip but more than that a restful and re-energizing trip.