I haven't done this in a while. But as I was working on my sermon for Mothers Day, I had a few thoughts about my own mom. I didn't want them to be fleeting thoughts that vanished as quickly as they came...so here I am.
My moms not online. We tried that for a few months and my nerves couldn't take it. And even if she were she'd never manage to find this without my help. Her and my dad crack me up. I can't count the number of times I've "fixed" their tv or phone, or BOTH. So,I guess I'm writing this as therapy for me, or maybe it's for my kids who've been robbed the joy of knowing how cool grandma used to be. Mom's got Parkinson's and lately she's had more bad days than good. Her memory isn't too good, her strength isn't that strong and she's not able to do many of the things that have brought her joy throughout her life. But mom's got a great heart...well, not physically...she's a walking heart attack on top of her other issues...but emotionally, her heart is strong. She still has such great love for her kids and her grandkids. Even on her worst days, her grandkids just have to show up to pull her out of wherever it is her disease takes her too. She never lets us part company, either on the phone or in person, without a serious "I love you, son!"
My mom has always had heart. When I was a kid and my birth dad left and My parents divorced, that's when I learned what "heart" was all about. She was ferocious. She wasn't about to let her kids suffer or struggle or do without. And we didn't. She never spent one day, to my knowledge, moping around the house feeling sorry for herself. She worked hard to keep us in our home. She did without so that we could have Nike shoes and decent ball gloves. We ate a ton of hot dogs and Mac-n-cheese, but we never went hungry. She'd take us fishing, which I'm sure was at the top of her "fun things to do" list. She would hit grounders and pop-flys in the back yard until it was too dark to see. She did everything in her power to make sure we were plugged into an environment of godly men that would teach us "men-things" and provide the masculinity that young boys so desperately need. There's no telling how many times she had to swallow her pride in order to make sure her kids came first.
In short, my mom was a kick-ass rock star of a parent and she did a lot of it by herself. ( I know, the preacher isn't supposed to talk like that and mom would be the first to point that out, but saying she did a good, or even a great job just doesn't convey the sentiment). My mom is awesome and she got us a dad that's pretty awesome too. There aren't many 30 year old men who want to step in and raise somebody else's kids. Mom waited. And the right one showed up. And life, though it had fallen apart at one point in time, fell back into place. A good place. And look at us now. I know mom trusted the Lord to take care of us. And He did. And he still does.
I'm thankful for my mom. She's not the woman that she used to be. And I partly wonder if those years of doing it all and giving her all, aren't the cause of her failing health now. One thing I know for sure though is that even if she knew then what the price would be for pouring herself out for her kids...She'd do it without a second thought.
My mom is my hero and my champion. Moms like her are the reason we have Mothers Day. I love you, mom! I'm still praying I can become half the parent you are.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
Monday, June 29, 2015
So blessed.
Wow! I guess I say that a lot, but WOW! We've been working like machines. The flooring group has done great work and I'm so very proud of them. They have to set a steel beam with cement, then place metal runners that hod ceramic tile. The runners are welded to the beam. Then they will place wire mesh on the ceramic tile, followed by cement. It's heavy, but should withstand the wet salt air that engulfs is majestic mountain.
The other group is digging. And digging. And digging. Since I possess ZERO skill, I'm on a shovel. The downside to digging here is that all that we dig out has to be carried UP the mountain. The bucket brigade might be worse than shoveling. We've all don't that. The new patio we are making requires a retaining wall. Thankfully, all the boulders we've carried up hill will be lighter when we carry them back down hill.
We've had so many groups of local church folk join us. That's been a blast. One group wanted to give us a concert. It was awesome. After a few numbers they wanted us to sing for them. They about freaked when Bert asked for the pastor's guitar. We rocked...kind of. Ok, not really, but we smiled and meant it and that made us a big hit.
It was Joe's birthday, and they sang for him. Then they gathered around him and prayed a birthday blessing. We were all so jealous and tried to convince them that we each had a birthday this week, so that they'd pray for us. No avail.
Tomorrow we will hopefully get everything ready for cement on both jobs. The group from the church said they'd come back and help us mix on Wednesday. Without Mike Stence, this will be a HUGE blessing. Mike is a Colombian cement machine. It's the hardest work I've ever done.
One crazy thing, today was a holiday, which means the weekend was an extra day. On weekends, people leave the cities in the valley and come up to the mountain to cool off. Last night we had a car that parked right outside the camp and bumped techno music till midnight. We estimate he was pushing 10,000 watts. It was unbearable, but not against the law until midnight. The policia showed up at midnight and he shut it down and drove off.
We've had 3 nights of music like this. One ended at midnight. One ended at 3:30 am and one ended at 5 am! It's been tough. Not much sleep. A lot of work. But we've had quite a bit of fun making new friends, breaking down the communication barriers and sharing in song and scripture together. Today pastor Jose' from Hamandi came and shared about the need in the church for more scripture and prayer. It was an awesome and powerful devotion. We connected, though it was difficult with the language deal. He hugged and kissed my cheek a dozen times before he reluctantly headed for his home. He was tired too, his neighbors partied till 4 am.
I've spent a fortune on international data to bring you this blog. Hopefully there's enough data left for one last post at the end of the week. If not, I'll be home by Sunday morning....I hope. Until then, find a way TO BE A BLESSING.
The other group is digging. And digging. And digging. Since I possess ZERO skill, I'm on a shovel. The downside to digging here is that all that we dig out has to be carried UP the mountain. The bucket brigade might be worse than shoveling. We've all don't that. The new patio we are making requires a retaining wall. Thankfully, all the boulders we've carried up hill will be lighter when we carry them back down hill.
We've had so many groups of local church folk join us. That's been a blast. One group wanted to give us a concert. It was awesome. After a few numbers they wanted us to sing for them. They about freaked when Bert asked for the pastor's guitar. We rocked...kind of. Ok, not really, but we smiled and meant it and that made us a big hit.
It was Joe's birthday, and they sang for him. Then they gathered around him and prayed a birthday blessing. We were all so jealous and tried to convince them that we each had a birthday this week, so that they'd pray for us. No avail.
Tomorrow we will hopefully get everything ready for cement on both jobs. The group from the church said they'd come back and help us mix on Wednesday. Without Mike Stence, this will be a HUGE blessing. Mike is a Colombian cement machine. It's the hardest work I've ever done.
One crazy thing, today was a holiday, which means the weekend was an extra day. On weekends, people leave the cities in the valley and come up to the mountain to cool off. Last night we had a car that parked right outside the camp and bumped techno music till midnight. We estimate he was pushing 10,000 watts. It was unbearable, but not against the law until midnight. The policia showed up at midnight and he shut it down and drove off.
We've had 3 nights of music like this. One ended at midnight. One ended at 3:30 am and one ended at 5 am! It's been tough. Not much sleep. A lot of work. But we've had quite a bit of fun making new friends, breaking down the communication barriers and sharing in song and scripture together. Today pastor Jose' from Hamandi came and shared about the need in the church for more scripture and prayer. It was an awesome and powerful devotion. We connected, though it was difficult with the language deal. He hugged and kissed my cheek a dozen times before he reluctantly headed for his home. He was tired too, his neighbors partied till 4 am.
I've spent a fortune on international data to bring you this blog. Hopefully there's enough data left for one last post at the end of the week. If not, I'll be home by Sunday morning....I hope. Until then, find a way TO BE A BLESSING.
Friday, June 26, 2015
Working like dogs
Today we started our 2 projects....flooring and making a giant patio that will be used for cafeteria overflow and special things at the camp. Today was mostly demolition. Removing 75-100 year old Colombian concrete is no simple task. Hopefully tomorrow we will make more progress. On the mountain it is impossible to get heavy equiptment, so everything is done manually. No Bueno.
Tonight after supper we gathered around a TV to watch as Colombia was beaten by Argentina that was fairly devastating. It was exciting though. A youth group from the Bethel Church here came out for a retreat. About 40 of us all together. Cheering and yelling wildly. Good times.
Our kids are doing great and blending nicely. Hunter beat everybody in UNO. he was sickly this morning, but finished strong. He even gave the sledge hammer a few swings.
I'm trying to come up with something spiritual to say, but my fingers keep locking up from cramps. So I will just say we are blessed. And tired. And hopeful that we can make some major advancements tomorrow. I'm hoping the group that arrived are wanting to join us in our work. I doubt they will, but hey, I'm gonna pray for it. Thanks for your prayers and encouragement.
Be a Blessing
Jeff
Tonight after supper we gathered around a TV to watch as Colombia was beaten by Argentina that was fairly devastating. It was exciting though. A youth group from the Bethel Church here came out for a retreat. About 40 of us all together. Cheering and yelling wildly. Good times.
Our kids are doing great and blending nicely. Hunter beat everybody in UNO. he was sickly this morning, but finished strong. He even gave the sledge hammer a few swings.
I'm trying to come up with something spiritual to say, but my fingers keep locking up from cramps. So I will just say we are blessed. And tired. And hopeful that we can make some major advancements tomorrow. I'm hoping the group that arrived are wanting to join us in our work. I doubt they will, but hey, I'm gonna pray for it. Thanks for your prayers and encouragement.
Be a Blessing
Jeff
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Shifting Gears
Tomorrow begins the second part of our Colombian adventure. We will say goodbye to everyone at General Assembly and load into the bus, under Freddy's skillful ability, and head up the mountain. We've had a great time at the GA and everything has been superb. The host committee is to be commended for pulling off the nearly impossible task of connecting all these international dots. I'm glad to be moving on though. I'm not a very good tourist. I'd rather be working. Or at least telling everybody else what to do (I learned from John Lovelace!!). I really miss John and hate that he was unable to make the trip. John would've loved this. Especially to hug the necks of many of his spiritual children. John, every time I look around Colombia I can hear your voice and see your face. I'm praying Gods best for you tonight.
Anyhow, tonight I reflected on the fact that most of those who have invested in me spiritually were connected to this amazing country. Maybe that's got a lot to do with why I love it here so much. it connects me to the footprints of those who've tried to lead and guide me in the footsteps of Jesus.
Today we ate at a Brazilian restaurant. WOW! We made it to the 9th round of meat. Then surrendered to dessert. A peeled pineapple, dipped in butter, rolled in cinnamon and grilled. Whew Baby...that'll make ya slap yo mamma! Figuratively of course, mother.
Got some great deals in the mall. Swam at the pool and finished off with supper and a soccer game in the patio lounge.
Hopefully all the electro-gadgetry will still work on the mountain and I can keep you up to date. If not, don't worry if you don't hear from us....unless you see us on the news...then, WORRY. At supper, Bert told Sandra that if we die in a crash on our way up or down the mountain, not to spend the $$$ to ship us home. I said if we crashed on THAT mountain we'd be little more than a handful of dust. I seriously doubt we die, but...if we do...well, just remember we were happy, full of meat and coffee and serving Jesus. Not a bad exit strategy in my book!
Thanks for your prayers and keep them coming. Especially pray that our witness for Christ will be a strong one.
Until we talk again...
Be A Blessing
Anyhow, tonight I reflected on the fact that most of those who have invested in me spiritually were connected to this amazing country. Maybe that's got a lot to do with why I love it here so much. it connects me to the footprints of those who've tried to lead and guide me in the footsteps of Jesus.
Today we ate at a Brazilian restaurant. WOW! We made it to the 9th round of meat. Then surrendered to dessert. A peeled pineapple, dipped in butter, rolled in cinnamon and grilled. Whew Baby...that'll make ya slap yo mamma! Figuratively of course, mother.
Got some great deals in the mall. Swam at the pool and finished off with supper and a soccer game in the patio lounge.
Hopefully all the electro-gadgetry will still work on the mountain and I can keep you up to date. If not, don't worry if you don't hear from us....unless you see us on the news...then, WORRY. At supper, Bert told Sandra that if we die in a crash on our way up or down the mountain, not to spend the $$$ to ship us home. I said if we crashed on THAT mountain we'd be little more than a handful of dust. I seriously doubt we die, but...if we do...well, just remember we were happy, full of meat and coffee and serving Jesus. Not a bad exit strategy in my book!
Thanks for your prayers and keep them coming. Especially pray that our witness for Christ will be a strong one.
Until we talk again...
Be A Blessing
Tuesday, June 23, 2015
Speechless!
I know that's hard to believe coming from me....but straight up, I AM SPEECHLESS. Many things have happened since I last had time to write. Let's begin with Sunday
SUNDAY
Today we worshipped with the San Pablo Church in Guacari. From the moment the bus came to a stop, we knew the presence of God. Like VIP's we were ushered to the front of the church amidst hundreds of hugs and kisses. Throughout the duration of our service, we were inundated by wave after wave of an outpouring of Gods spirit. There was much joy, passion and unrestrained worship. There was also much dancing...of which we were all participants. Good stuff. 100 degrees, 300 people packed in a room for about 150. SWEAT UPON SWEAT.
To let you know how awesome our service was...after the bus dropped us off, those still on the bus went another 20 miles to another church. They worshipped, ate lunch and drove the 20 miles back and we were still in service. CRAZY.
SUNDAY NIGHT
There was a very special service where the families of all past and present missionaries gathered to share their stories and experiences growing up as missionary kids. It was such a joy to see their reunions and to be drawn into their experiences.
MONDAY
TODAY WAS COMMITTEE MEETING DAY. My committee was steeped in a new problem before the church...the U.S. focus of an increasingly global church. I foresee as this begins to play out, there will be a great deal of restructuring necessary if we are continue to flourish and promote the great news of Jesus throughout the world.
MONDAY NIGHT
Tonight was our 90 year birthday of Colombian ministry. When we showed up, I noticed my name was on the program!!! After a long day, I was still in shorts and Chacos. In the U.S. I would have participated in the service as is, but in Colombia, that would be an extreme No-No. As panic began to set in, my awesome wife said, "There's John Wood!" K
I pleaded my case with him, and he reluctantly agreed to take my place. I was so disappointed that I had blown it...it was such a great honor to be selected for participation. And now, I had to sit as a slouchy spectator.
John grew up as a missionary kid here in Colombia, the son of spiritually GIANT parents...Bill and Katherine Wood. He had his fair share of struggles. And his parents never gave up on him. The same hope they held out for John, they had for everyone else...myself included. So anyhow, back to the story. John went forward to the front of the sanctuary so that he'd be ready to read when MY time in the program came up. Having grown up here, had John stayed in his first seat, he would've spent the entire worship service hugging and greeting his childhood friends. But now, with him being me, he was in the front row. Ready to hear the Arminean Pastor issue a call to those who knew they were to be involved in the Lord's Harvest. I couldn't see from my seat, but John got up and went forward, answering Gods call to ministry. After the service he came back to me and told me, "Thanks for screwing up and coming to worship in shorts!" He then proceeded to fill me in.
I know that I know that I know...there was much rejoicing in heaven as his mom and dad high-fives each other in the presence of Christ and Kingdom. John's parents were so special to me...I am so glad my failure led to a very great victory. Needless to say, I was an emotional train wreck after that. God is great.
(Dear parents, we are fine. Hot and sweaty, but fine. Your grandkids are well too!)
Blessings to the folks at FCPC and to my dozens of followers around the world.
Be a Blessing!
SUNDAY
Today we worshipped with the San Pablo Church in Guacari. From the moment the bus came to a stop, we knew the presence of God. Like VIP's we were ushered to the front of the church amidst hundreds of hugs and kisses. Throughout the duration of our service, we were inundated by wave after wave of an outpouring of Gods spirit. There was much joy, passion and unrestrained worship. There was also much dancing...of which we were all participants. Good stuff. 100 degrees, 300 people packed in a room for about 150. SWEAT UPON SWEAT.
To let you know how awesome our service was...after the bus dropped us off, those still on the bus went another 20 miles to another church. They worshipped, ate lunch and drove the 20 miles back and we were still in service. CRAZY.
SUNDAY NIGHT
There was a very special service where the families of all past and present missionaries gathered to share their stories and experiences growing up as missionary kids. It was such a joy to see their reunions and to be drawn into their experiences.
MONDAY
TODAY WAS COMMITTEE MEETING DAY. My committee was steeped in a new problem before the church...the U.S. focus of an increasingly global church. I foresee as this begins to play out, there will be a great deal of restructuring necessary if we are continue to flourish and promote the great news of Jesus throughout the world.
MONDAY NIGHT
Tonight was our 90 year birthday of Colombian ministry. When we showed up, I noticed my name was on the program!!! After a long day, I was still in shorts and Chacos. In the U.S. I would have participated in the service as is, but in Colombia, that would be an extreme No-No. As panic began to set in, my awesome wife said, "There's John Wood!" K
I pleaded my case with him, and he reluctantly agreed to take my place. I was so disappointed that I had blown it...it was such a great honor to be selected for participation. And now, I had to sit as a slouchy spectator.
John grew up as a missionary kid here in Colombia, the son of spiritually GIANT parents...Bill and Katherine Wood. He had his fair share of struggles. And his parents never gave up on him. The same hope they held out for John, they had for everyone else...myself included. So anyhow, back to the story. John went forward to the front of the sanctuary so that he'd be ready to read when MY time in the program came up. Having grown up here, had John stayed in his first seat, he would've spent the entire worship service hugging and greeting his childhood friends. But now, with him being me, he was in the front row. Ready to hear the Arminean Pastor issue a call to those who knew they were to be involved in the Lord's Harvest. I couldn't see from my seat, but John got up and went forward, answering Gods call to ministry. After the service he came back to me and told me, "Thanks for screwing up and coming to worship in shorts!" He then proceeded to fill me in.
I know that I know that I know...there was much rejoicing in heaven as his mom and dad high-fives each other in the presence of Christ and Kingdom. John's parents were so special to me...I am so glad my failure led to a very great victory. Needless to say, I was an emotional train wreck after that. God is great.
(Dear parents, we are fine. Hot and sweaty, but fine. Your grandkids are well too!)
Blessings to the folks at FCPC and to my dozens of followers around the world.
Be a Blessing!
Saturday, June 20, 2015
Wow!
Today was our first real day of action. It's been an impressive day. The Colombian folk have been amazing. Guillermo Arguello and staff at the Colegio Americano have done an excellent job. The shuttles have been pretty decent, and as always...the food has been superb. Worship was lively and the Renaissance Quartet from BU did a great job. They kind of broke from their Gospel bread and butter and did a little contemporary number. I was blessed.
Our hotel is pretty outstanding. In fact it's highly doubtful I'll ever stay in a place this nice again. Yesterday was mostly spent lounging by the pool and resting up from our journey to get get here. We ate empanadas and drank mañana postobon. I wanted to go down to the stable and suit up for a match/game/round/contest of polo, but didn't have the time.
The Wooly Mammoth Woodpecker is still here. Today there were 2. Even if they end up tasting like chicken, I may go ahead and eat them just to shut them up. If these things were anywhere near home I'd visit Proving Grounds Taxidermy with a sackful of them. They're insane. Worse than 10 screaming kids at Wal-Mart. And yet...they're beautiful.
One of the local schools held a graduation prom here at our hotel last night....talk about a party. I have never heard the Macarena like I did last night at 12:30 am! Sadly, that was just the start. The other guests at the hotel said it lasted until 5 am. I slept through it somehow. Our glasses were rattling across the counter and the TV didn't go loud enough for us to hear it over la musica....but I slept right through it.
The kids are doing great. They made friends today, though neither actually learned the names of their new Colombian "Best" friends. THey have argued less than I thought they would...they seem to be eating about everything. And they have been impressed by the sights they've seen. All in all, I think they're having a blast.
I saw several old friends today from the U.S. as well as Colombia. Some genuine Hero's of the Faith. I met Marta Daza's mom, dad and sister. They are much more pleasant than Marta...kidding. But THEY are here. They all 3 could pass as sisters. (not the dad...he looks like a man).
We're all pretty exhausted. Not near enough sleep for the 16 hour day we had today. 16 hours in Wing Tips! Tomorrow we will be worshipping at numerous churches in the area. I'm looking forward to it. We will eat lunch with our host church and have some free time in the afternoon.
Want to give a shout out real quick to the folks at Citizens National Bank in Albion. Thank you for letting my parents see this blog. Hope you all have a great Fathers Day tomorrow. Praying blessings on our congregation in Fairfield tomorrow. I hope y'all have a great day of worship. Holton will do an excellent job.
Keep checking back for more info. if all goes well I'll be back!
Be a Blessing!
Our hotel is pretty outstanding. In fact it's highly doubtful I'll ever stay in a place this nice again. Yesterday was mostly spent lounging by the pool and resting up from our journey to get get here. We ate empanadas and drank mañana postobon. I wanted to go down to the stable and suit up for a match/game/round/contest of polo, but didn't have the time.
The Wooly Mammoth Woodpecker is still here. Today there were 2. Even if they end up tasting like chicken, I may go ahead and eat them just to shut them up. If these things were anywhere near home I'd visit Proving Grounds Taxidermy with a sackful of them. They're insane. Worse than 10 screaming kids at Wal-Mart. And yet...they're beautiful.
One of the local schools held a graduation prom here at our hotel last night....talk about a party. I have never heard the Macarena like I did last night at 12:30 am! Sadly, that was just the start. The other guests at the hotel said it lasted until 5 am. I slept through it somehow. Our glasses were rattling across the counter and the TV didn't go loud enough for us to hear it over la musica....but I slept right through it.
The kids are doing great. They made friends today, though neither actually learned the names of their new Colombian "Best" friends. THey have argued less than I thought they would...they seem to be eating about everything. And they have been impressed by the sights they've seen. All in all, I think they're having a blast.
I saw several old friends today from the U.S. as well as Colombia. Some genuine Hero's of the Faith. I met Marta Daza's mom, dad and sister. They are much more pleasant than Marta...kidding. But THEY are here. They all 3 could pass as sisters. (not the dad...he looks like a man).
We're all pretty exhausted. Not near enough sleep for the 16 hour day we had today. 16 hours in Wing Tips! Tomorrow we will be worshipping at numerous churches in the area. I'm looking forward to it. We will eat lunch with our host church and have some free time in the afternoon.
Want to give a shout out real quick to the folks at Citizens National Bank in Albion. Thank you for letting my parents see this blog. Hope you all have a great Fathers Day tomorrow. Praying blessings on our congregation in Fairfield tomorrow. I hope y'all have a great day of worship. Holton will do an excellent job.
Keep checking back for more info. if all goes well I'll be back!
Be a Blessing!
Friday, June 19, 2015
Somebody tell my mom that I'm ok!
After 2 broken airplanes yesterday, we finally landed in Cali about midnight...only 4 or so hours behind schedule. Checked into our hotel about 1:30 am. The kids oooh'd and aaaah'd over all sorts of stuff here at the hotel, and finally around 3 we all collapsed. Woke up at 7 am to the sound of some sort of pre-historic colombian woodpecker the size of a 3year old kid. I need a cup of coffee, so I'm heading out to explore the compound. Just wanted my mom to know I'm ok. That is all for now, benediciones!
Monday, June 15, 2015
One more try
Checking things out on the iPad. Looks like all is a go! Stay tuned for our zaney adventures as a family...traveling... this should be good.
Saturday, February 09, 2013
Saturday in Colombia.
Wow. What a day. But I'll get to that in a minute. My first update needs to be about our friend Wilson. He is still in the hospital, but he is doing well. He was sitting up in bed today eating soup. He looked very much like himself in the pictures that we saw. Praise God he is in such good shape. As of now, he is scheduled to have screws put into his broken vertebra on Monday. At this point, it is doubtful that he will return before we head for home at the end the end of next week.
Today we dug. And dug. And digged. And dug some more. I would hate to estimate the tonnage of dirt we've moved, but is has been incredible. Most of us can barely move our arms. The other group has repaired or replaced every window in the "Hilton."
In the morning I will be preaching at Nueva Esperanza church. I hate not being able to speak Spanish any better than I do. I hate not being able to tell stories. Just look out, when I get back home I will be telling stories to anyone that will listen.
Got to go to bed for now. Keep praying for us. We need it. Seems to be a little opposition to our work. No weapon formed against us!!!!!!!
Be a blessing
Jeff
Today we dug. And dug. And digged. And dug some more. I would hate to estimate the tonnage of dirt we've moved, but is has been incredible. Most of us can barely move our arms. The other group has repaired or replaced every window in the "Hilton."
In the morning I will be preaching at Nueva Esperanza church. I hate not being able to speak Spanish any better than I do. I hate not being able to tell stories. Just look out, when I get back home I will be telling stories to anyone that will listen.
Got to go to bed for now. Keep praying for us. We need it. Seems to be a little opposition to our work. No weapon formed against us!!!!!!!
Be a blessing
Jeff
Thursday, February 07, 2013
I'm desperately fighting the urge to go to sleep, but I want you all to know what's going on. We arrive in Cali last night on schedule, and with minimal chaos we made it onto our bus. The drive to camp was as expected...just a notch under out of control. It was so good to be reunited with our friends here. We enjoyed soup and soda at 10:30 pm. We then went to set up our quarters. The apartments we made last year were all supplied with new furnishings and linens. It was such a beautiful sight to see so much hard work from 2 different groups come to fruition.
Today began our work. We quickly saw that the area for the house was a bit too small. We relocated the place for the foundation (to the only available spot). However, we quickly noticed that we will be required to move a sewer line and a bunch of electrical lines. This is causing us many problems. Hopefully tomorrow we will come up with a workable plan.
The new site also had a huge tree in the middle of it. The plan was for Wilson to shimmy up, secure a pull rope and we would fall it in the direction of our choosing. The plan was working until Wilson lost footing and fell landing first on his feet, thn his back. He was unconscious for about 10 minutes. We got him on a backboard and waited for an ambulance. About an hour and a half went by before the ambulance arrived. Wilson was moving some and did not like our efforts to keep him still.
As of now, he has 2 broken vertebra according to scans. They are doing surgery tonight. Our minds and prayers are directed to him. He is such a great man and friend. We are so thankful it wasn't as bad as I outlive been.
Tomorrow we will be problem solving and waiting on news from the hospital. God is good and he has a plan for each one of us, and a purpose for each event that unfolds. Already we have met many new people. They have seen our faith and who knows what will come o this.
Tonight lance and keith led us in our devotions and we were blessed by what they shared. It will be a good trip and we shall overcome, after all, we are much more than conquerors.
Pray for us...be a blessing.
Jeff
Today began our work. We quickly saw that the area for the house was a bit too small. We relocated the place for the foundation (to the only available spot). However, we quickly noticed that we will be required to move a sewer line and a bunch of electrical lines. This is causing us many problems. Hopefully tomorrow we will come up with a workable plan.
The new site also had a huge tree in the middle of it. The plan was for Wilson to shimmy up, secure a pull rope and we would fall it in the direction of our choosing. The plan was working until Wilson lost footing and fell landing first on his feet, thn his back. He was unconscious for about 10 minutes. We got him on a backboard and waited for an ambulance. About an hour and a half went by before the ambulance arrived. Wilson was moving some and did not like our efforts to keep him still.
As of now, he has 2 broken vertebra according to scans. They are doing surgery tonight. Our minds and prayers are directed to him. He is such a great man and friend. We are so thankful it wasn't as bad as I outlive been.
Tomorrow we will be problem solving and waiting on news from the hospital. God is good and he has a plan for each one of us, and a purpose for each event that unfolds. Already we have met many new people. They have seen our faith and who knows what will come o this.
Tonight lance and keith led us in our devotions and we were blessed by what they shared. It will be a good trip and we shall overcome, after all, we are much more than conquerors.
Pray for us...be a blessing.
Jeff
Wednesday, January 30, 2013
Gearing up!
We are heading out to South America again next week. Since this will be my primary means of communicating, I thought I'd better try a practice run. Good thing...couldn't remember any of my log in info. At any rate, if you'd like to keep up with our crazy antics and daily joys as well as an up to the day prayer list...keep coming back here and checking this out. Go ahead and throw out a prayer for me know if you don't mind. I have so much stuff to take, and so few pounds allowed by the airlines!
Benediciones!
Benediciones!
Tuesday, September 04, 2012
Glory..............
I'm working on a sermon for Grandparent's Day that will be upon us this Sunday. I am fairly certain I've never covered this from the pulpit before, so I've been working pretty diligently today. I've read some great quotes...watched some hilarious youtube stuff. While reading along I came to Proverbs 14:6 - "Grandchildren are the crown of the aged, and the glory of children is their fathers."
WOW! How awesome is that. That verse is a preachers dream. As I began to postulate a statement that would incorporate this little nugget of wisdom it hit me like a ton of bricks. From out of nowhere it came. I'm minding my own business, envisioning this great oratory for the older and the aging. WHAM! (Insert old Batman Caption of your choosing here) A Mike Tyson right hook to the body....AND THE GLORY OF CHILDREN IS THEIR FATHERS!!! My countenance dropped. My heart sank. I nearly fell out of my chair. I'm heartbroken.
MY KIDS ARE GETTING RIPPED OFF! If indeed I am their glory, they are rarely getting a glimpse at the Eternal One. They seldom get to fix their eyes upon the Majesty of God. The very grace that is supposed to hold them, carry them, drive them on...its rarely ever seen, if indeed I am their glory.
I took the kids fishing last night...that didn't go so well. Glory took the bait and somehow got away from us. When its time for bed and they just want to giggle and wrestle and pass gas...that doesn't go so well either. Glory escaped again. When they wont do this, or they dont do that...at least acccording to my standards or my schedule...no glory on the horizon either, if you catch my drift.What the hell am I doing? I suck at being GLORY. I'm inclined to believe that my kids eyes will rarely, if ever, light up with Joy and Awe and Wonder in the presence of the King, especially if dad's presence at home doesn't cause more than an occasional spark. Father please, help me know GLORY.
WOW! How awesome is that. That verse is a preachers dream. As I began to postulate a statement that would incorporate this little nugget of wisdom it hit me like a ton of bricks. From out of nowhere it came. I'm minding my own business, envisioning this great oratory for the older and the aging. WHAM! (Insert old Batman Caption of your choosing here) A Mike Tyson right hook to the body....AND THE GLORY OF CHILDREN IS THEIR FATHERS!!! My countenance dropped. My heart sank. I nearly fell out of my chair. I'm heartbroken.
MY KIDS ARE GETTING RIPPED OFF! If indeed I am their glory, they are rarely getting a glimpse at the Eternal One. They seldom get to fix their eyes upon the Majesty of God. The very grace that is supposed to hold them, carry them, drive them on...its rarely ever seen, if indeed I am their glory.
I took the kids fishing last night...that didn't go so well. Glory took the bait and somehow got away from us. When its time for bed and they just want to giggle and wrestle and pass gas...that doesn't go so well either. Glory escaped again. When they wont do this, or they dont do that...at least acccording to my standards or my schedule...no glory on the horizon either, if you catch my drift.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Reposting: Church Life in Popayan
Reposting this as it has been the topic of a few conversations lately.
Church Life in Popayan
October 10, 2010
So I said the other day I'd take a few minutes to describe church life in Popayan, so here's my attempt.
Like much of Colombia, the Payanese are very energetic and celebratory in their worship...much like the rest of their lives. One of the things that stands out to me the most is how deeply personal their worship is. Corporate prayers usually last upwards of 15 minutes...its embarrassing when us gringos cant even preach as long as the opening prayer...and you certainly don't call on a Colombian to pray before a meal!!! Much like contemporary worship in the states, repetition is a big deal. I would swear to it that we sang "Agnus Dei" in Spanish at least 25 times this morning...then we did it about 8 more in English. It was the same way with most of the songs. When the offering is collected, givers go to a designated location and place their money in a basket or some other such container. It is a much more active part of the worship. The sermon is longer....much longer than American sermons. Part of it is due to the fact that it just seems longer because you don't have a clue what's being said, the other part is that I think it takes twice as many words to say something in Spanish than it does in English.
Today, we worshipped at a mission church in a very poor village. The sanctuary was about 10 feet wide and 30 feet long. It felt like we were meeting in the back of semi trailer. But it was a great service and we were treated like VIP's. These folks who possess almost nothing lavished us with gifts and food and love. The Colombian people are the most hospitable people in all of the world, and they practice that gift to the extreme.
Following the service, we were taken to an elders home where all the furniture had been taken outside to allow room for us to eat within the house. It was a home of meager stature, but it oozed the love of Christ and we feasted on sancocho de pollo, rice with aji, and salad with 2 different kinds of very intense juice. Good stuff.
Following the meal, we got on the bus that seats 15...all 31 of us!!! I felt like the middle weenie in a can of Vienna Sausages!!!! and went into an artisan festival in the town square. It was a festival featuring the products of "Women Heads of Households" who were plying their craft skills with the hopes of selling their goods to provide for their families. I bought Miss Bert a really nice purse-thing (oops, there goes the surprise) and did not feel like bartering to lower the price, knowing that whatever profit the lady made would help feed her children today. Yesterday at the market place I was wheeling and dealing like Bob Barker, but my heart wouldn't allow it today. As we were leaving they announced over the PA system that there Americans in the city today....like that needed to be done. The city welcomed us and celebrated us like we were somebodies. Little did they know we're all just a bunch of average Joe's, most of whom drive mini-vans back in the States.
For those who profess to be followers of Jesus Christ, life is radically different from those who don't. Jesus is EVERYTHING. He is their focal point, their origin for all of the rest of life. I am likening it to a bicycle wheel. In this analogy, for the typical Colombian Christian, Christ is the Axle, the church is the hub and everything else radiates out from there. The addition I've made this trip to this analogy is that the tire on the wheel is the Mission of Christ. Their jobs, their hobbies, their recreational time...even their leisure time is designed ON PURPOSE to have some sort impact on the world for Jesus. In this, I think the Colombians understand the Gospel far better than most American Christians who insist on partitioning off a tiny segment of their in which to express their faith, all the while keeping the rest for themselves and their pursuits.
The element of the church being the hub is really impressive to me. When folks get off work, they go to church. Discipleship groups, small groups, planning meetings, choir and drama practice, church maintenance...everybody...every day. And everyone is smiling and humming or singing and they're genuinely glad to be there. Nobody complains about "having to do everything at church." Instead, they consider it pure joy to serve...to exhaust themselves...for the sake of Christ and His church.
Anyhow, this is just the little glimpse I can provide you of what its like here. It's wonderful. Come see for yourself.
He Has Made Me Glad!
jeff
Church Life in Popayan
October 10, 2010
So I said the other day I'd take a few minutes to describe church life in Popayan, so here's my attempt.
Like much of Colombia, the Payanese are very energetic and celebratory in their worship...much like the rest of their lives. One of the things that stands out to me the most is how deeply personal their worship is. Corporate prayers usually last upwards of 15 minutes...its embarrassing when us gringos cant even preach as long as the opening prayer...and you certainly don't call on a Colombian to pray before a meal!!! Much like contemporary worship in the states, repetition is a big deal. I would swear to it that we sang "Agnus Dei" in Spanish at least 25 times this morning...then we did it about 8 more in English. It was the same way with most of the songs. When the offering is collected, givers go to a designated location and place their money in a basket or some other such container. It is a much more active part of the worship. The sermon is longer....much longer than American sermons. Part of it is due to the fact that it just seems longer because you don't have a clue what's being said, the other part is that I think it takes twice as many words to say something in Spanish than it does in English.
Today, we worshipped at a mission church in a very poor village. The sanctuary was about 10 feet wide and 30 feet long. It felt like we were meeting in the back of semi trailer. But it was a great service and we were treated like VIP's. These folks who possess almost nothing lavished us with gifts and food and love. The Colombian people are the most hospitable people in all of the world, and they practice that gift to the extreme.
Following the service, we were taken to an elders home where all the furniture had been taken outside to allow room for us to eat within the house. It was a home of meager stature, but it oozed the love of Christ and we feasted on sancocho de pollo, rice with aji, and salad with 2 different kinds of very intense juice. Good stuff.
Following the meal, we got on the bus that seats 15...all 31 of us!!! I felt like the middle weenie in a can of Vienna Sausages!!!! and went into an artisan festival in the town square. It was a festival featuring the products of "Women Heads of Households" who were plying their craft skills with the hopes of selling their goods to provide for their families. I bought Miss Bert a really nice purse-thing (oops, there goes the surprise) and did not feel like bartering to lower the price, knowing that whatever profit the lady made would help feed her children today. Yesterday at the market place I was wheeling and dealing like Bob Barker, but my heart wouldn't allow it today. As we were leaving they announced over the PA system that there Americans in the city today....like that needed to be done. The city welcomed us and celebrated us like we were somebodies. Little did they know we're all just a bunch of average Joe's, most of whom drive mini-vans back in the States.
For those who profess to be followers of Jesus Christ, life is radically different from those who don't. Jesus is EVERYTHING. He is their focal point, their origin for all of the rest of life. I am likening it to a bicycle wheel. In this analogy, for the typical Colombian Christian, Christ is the Axle, the church is the hub and everything else radiates out from there. The addition I've made this trip to this analogy is that the tire on the wheel is the Mission of Christ. Their jobs, their hobbies, their recreational time...even their leisure time is designed ON PURPOSE to have some sort impact on the world for Jesus. In this, I think the Colombians understand the Gospel far better than most American Christians who insist on partitioning off a tiny segment of their in which to express their faith, all the while keeping the rest for themselves and their pursuits.
The element of the church being the hub is really impressive to me. When folks get off work, they go to church. Discipleship groups, small groups, planning meetings, choir and drama practice, church maintenance...everybody...every day. And everyone is smiling and humming or singing and they're genuinely glad to be there. Nobody complains about "having to do everything at church." Instead, they consider it pure joy to serve...to exhaust themselves...for the sake of Christ and His church.
Anyhow, this is just the little glimpse I can provide you of what its like here. It's wonderful. Come see for yourself.
He Has Made Me Glad!
jeff
Monday, April 16, 2012
Hospitality!
Looking back over the past month and a half all I can say is “WOW!” You all (the folks at fcpc) have been so kind and generous to my family as we are in this state of transition. Your cards of encouragement, your visits and all the food that’s been sent our way are genuinely helping us out as we temporarily struggle with being a “broken-up” family. We have been blessed by you and we don’t take that lightly. Scripture talks about the spiritual gift of HOSPITALITY. I find that in our increasingly fractured society with all of its impersonal connections and e-this’s and i-that’s, nothing makes an impact on others quite like hospitality. Nothing makes an “outsider” feel like an “insider” any faster than to be shown hospitality. For the church and her relationship with lost and left-out, nothing communicates “YOU HAVE GREAT VALUE” any more than the exertion of this gift of hospitality. As Webster talks about hospitality, he uses words like “generous and cordial” as they find their place in the context of welcoming visitors. For us in the church, however, spiritual hospitality implies so much more. Scripture implies that the spiritual gift of hospitality is expressed when we welcome others as Christ Himself would welcome them. When we give to others with the generosity of Christ Himself; when we go the extra mile to initiate grace-giving; when we open our arms as wide as the Master and say, “You have my best because Christ gave me His!” That is true hospitality and that’s the sort of attitude that will enable us to reach our community and our world with the Good News of Jesus Christ. No “looking-down-our-noses,” no critical judgment; it’s simply a matter of treating others in the same way that Christ has treated us. Has God been good to you? Our only proper response to His goodness is to grow in our ability to express His hospitality to everyone around us.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Our Easter Cross
Here's the promised pics of the Cross I made for Easter. A huge thanks goes out to Ed Berry who donated the cedar logs and to Randi Berry who made the crown of thorns. It was a pretty cool experiment.
Monday, April 02, 2012
Easter HOW as much as Easter WHAT!
One of the things I notice the most about the Passion Story of Easter is the look of sheer determination on the face of Christ. At the triumphal entry and the ensuing cleansing of the temple we can clearly see that He had opportunity to revel in the attention that was being shown Him…but He didn’t. He fixed His eyes on the task before Him. Determined to honor His Father in all that was taking place.
As He serves His disciples in the Upper Room and institutes the meal of Holy Communion, His eyes are fixed on the task before Him. Setting the example, determined to Honor His Father.
As He turns to His Father in the Garden of Gethsemene He is so determined to pray this “thing” through that drops of blood fall from His forehead. Nobody else was able, but He is determined to honor His Father.
Through His betrayal and arrest and His trial, only one thing seems to be on His mind. He is committed to bringing honor to His Father and completing the task He has been given.
On the Cross, though His breathing is shallow and the blood and sweat and tears and bitter wine are searing His eyes, that same look of determination is still there. What a relief, what a joy it must’ve been…to finally close His eyes and utter with His last breath…IT IS FINISHED!
You know, I am certainly thankful for WHAT Jesus accomplished on my behalf on the Cross. But I am also so very thankful for HOW He accomplished it. It’s the HOW that I mostly need to be reminded of. I often let my feelings dictate my actions. I’m a little bit prone to fickle wishy-washy-ness. But Christ sets the example here that I am to follow. He shows me what commitment looks like. May this Easter be a season where we are reminded by the commitment of Christ to give ourselves fully to our Lord, His Church and the people around us. May we be renewed in our commitment and strengthened in our determination to live and serve in such a way that Christ is glorified and God is honored through our faithfulness.
As He serves His disciples in the Upper Room and institutes the meal of Holy Communion, His eyes are fixed on the task before Him. Setting the example, determined to Honor His Father.
As He turns to His Father in the Garden of Gethsemene He is so determined to pray this “thing” through that drops of blood fall from His forehead. Nobody else was able, but He is determined to honor His Father.
Through His betrayal and arrest and His trial, only one thing seems to be on His mind. He is committed to bringing honor to His Father and completing the task He has been given.
On the Cross, though His breathing is shallow and the blood and sweat and tears and bitter wine are searing His eyes, that same look of determination is still there. What a relief, what a joy it must’ve been…to finally close His eyes and utter with His last breath…IT IS FINISHED!
You know, I am certainly thankful for WHAT Jesus accomplished on my behalf on the Cross. But I am also so very thankful for HOW He accomplished it. It’s the HOW that I mostly need to be reminded of. I often let my feelings dictate my actions. I’m a little bit prone to fickle wishy-washy-ness. But Christ sets the example here that I am to follow. He shows me what commitment looks like. May this Easter be a season where we are reminded by the commitment of Christ to give ourselves fully to our Lord, His Church and the people around us. May we be renewed in our commitment and strengthened in our determination to live and serve in such a way that Christ is glorified and God is honored through our faithfulness.
Thursday, March 29, 2012
So I Made a Cross Today........
So I made a cross today. No, not one you wear around your neck, a little bigger than that. As I was thinking about this coming Easter…the first one in a new church, I thought “Wow, we need a cross on the stage.” I did a little digging, but the only cross I could find was a little small. Our sanctuary is HUGENORMOUS…so naturally, anything but a hugenormous cross would look like it’s made out of toothpicks. Go big, or go home…at least that's what the lactation consultant told us years ago when we were getting ready to be parents!
Anyhow, a friend of mine, who used to be a logger hooked me up with two great tree trunks. It was a giant cedar tree that had fallen. My friend suggested I take it to the mill and get it rough squared…OH NO. Not me. I had it in my mind I was going to make this cross for the Lord’s Church by hand. After all, this thing is supposed to represent Jesus, and Jesus was a Jewish Carpenter… without power tools…trust me, it all makes sense in my mind.
I figured since I’d seen an episode of something on Discovery where they showed how the settlers of America used broad axes to do this sort of thing, well, so could I. Have you ever used an antique broad axe for anything other than a decoration? DON’T! At this point, I figured since I have a great chainsaw just sitting in the garage, why not use it? But as I held that behemoth saw in my hands, my mind was reeling with images of me crawling to the phone to dial 911 with part of a severed leg in my mouth like a pirate sneaking aboard one of the Her Majesty’s fleet. WHAT WAS I THINKING? I’m not qualified for this. Do you know how hard it is to “just cut the rounded part” off the length of a tree trunk? A 400 pound tree trunk! So I prayed, that’s what we do right? “Dear God, in honor of your Son and our observance of His sacrifice…I make this cross for you. Please don’t let me cut my leg off. The wife will be so ticked if I do! Amen.”
And then I just dove right in. Sawdust and shavings were flying 6 feet in the air. It was awesome. The motor on the Stihl was raging. I was sweating like Lady Gaga at confessional. My arms were burning. Ears were ringing. Lungs were wheezing. Safety glasses totally blurred. I was in the zone. And then it was over. 45 minutes of 2-cycle oil, fear induced mayhem. And I had rough squared my timbers. Legs still hooked to the rest of the torso! Hallelujah!
But……..my “Hosanna” faded faster than it did in Jerusalem the day Jesus came to town. Now what? I’ve got two hacked up cedar timbers…how on earth does that become a cross? Now would be a good time for the broad axe. Yes! NO!!!!! I’m such a slow learner. (Note to self: There is never a good time for an 80 year old broad axe.) I kind of tinkered around with a few options that were useless. And that’s where Norm Abram of the New Yankee Workshop began whispering to my soul…”Use the Plane. Use the Plane.” And then his voice faded away. But I got it! I got the message. For 4 hours I planed. And I planed. And I planed some more. I think tomorrow if my arms still work, which is questionable right now, I will plane again. (This is where Tattoo would say, Replane! Replane! With all this “planning” you knew it was coming.) Pathetic.
But it was incredible. It’s so therapeutic. You can think about stuff. Pray about stuff. Meditate on stuff. All while working away. No wonder Jesus was able to be so mellow most of the time. He was able to be so peaceful and gentle and holy…because while His body was working, His mind and heart and spirit were on the clock too. How refreshing is that? The picture above is how I started. I’ll post a pic next week when it’s put to use. Until then, no peeking! Just anticipate the JOY of Easter with me.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Things the church needs more of:
This is just an off the cuff reflection. I saw a commercial and it had a kid eating an ice cream cone, and the kid was smiling ear to ear. I thought, “wow…we need more people in church that smile like that. “ That’s where this idea was birthed. It’s a little quirky and not overly theological, but it gives you a little glimpse at how my mind works.
Things the church needs more of:
1. Obviously, Ice Cream machines. If it made the girl on tv smile, it would probably make all of us smile. Add a whole “frozen yumminess section” to the Christian Life Center. Cherry Flavored Icee’s. Frozen Yogurt with all –the-toppings- bar. Already I can tell, I’m winning you over to this. You want ice cream. NOW!
2. While we’re on the topic of smiling in church…Why not add more Disco Music. Say what you will, but Disco always makes you smile. You don’t want your friends to know your listening to KC and the Sunshine Band, but secretly, every time you do, you’re glad you did. Isn’t it about time that “DOING CHURCH” becomes a little more enjoyable?
3. Thinking about music, everybody’s favorite church subject to fuss and fight about. Wouldn’t it be cool if the church just had more people who loved singing their hearts out to God regardless of the style of music? Wouldn’t it be cool if we had more worshippers gathered to sing to an audience of “ONE” rather than attenders who show up to be entertained?
4. Tithers. (do I really need to expand on this) God says “DO IT.” Many of us don’t. The church struggles spiritually and financially.
5. Cell Phone Signal Interrupting Hovercrafts. I have yet to invent one of these, but basically its like a little UFO (only it is identifiable because it would have the church logo and John3:16 stamped on it) that flies around the sanctuary and emits some electro-something that makes cell phones not work. Wouldn’t it be cool to have one whole hour set aside from all the electronic gadgets in life that have become impossible to live without? In fact, it ought to be mandatory that we have a whole day or two a month where we turn off all the technology that we’ve built into our lives and quiet ourselves. Listening for the Voice of the Master to speak into us.
6. SWEAT! People who devote themselves as fully and completely to the work of the church and the ministry of the Kingdom as they do to Zumba, baseball, marching band, football, tennis, Yahtzee and any other sport/activity you can think of…including fishing and hunting here too.
7. More leaders, less leadership seminars.
8. Air conditioning vents in the floor right behind the pulpit.
9. Velvet pictures of Jesus, Elvis and the bulldogs all playing pool together. I mean, if they can all get along together, then surely the rest of us can too!
10. Sinners. I’m of the opinion that Jesus intended the church to be a place where the sinful gather to be remade in the image of Christ. Sometimes we get so caught up on being the image of Christ we forget what we used to be, and develop a pretty low tolerance for it too!
Ahh, who knows. What are things you’d like to see more of in the church where you attend? Leave your comments here.
Things the church needs more of:
1. Obviously, Ice Cream machines. If it made the girl on tv smile, it would probably make all of us smile. Add a whole “frozen yumminess section” to the Christian Life Center. Cherry Flavored Icee’s. Frozen Yogurt with all –the-toppings- bar. Already I can tell, I’m winning you over to this. You want ice cream. NOW!
2. While we’re on the topic of smiling in church…Why not add more Disco Music. Say what you will, but Disco always makes you smile. You don’t want your friends to know your listening to KC and the Sunshine Band, but secretly, every time you do, you’re glad you did. Isn’t it about time that “DOING CHURCH” becomes a little more enjoyable?
3. Thinking about music, everybody’s favorite church subject to fuss and fight about. Wouldn’t it be cool if the church just had more people who loved singing their hearts out to God regardless of the style of music? Wouldn’t it be cool if we had more worshippers gathered to sing to an audience of “ONE” rather than attenders who show up to be entertained?
4. Tithers. (do I really need to expand on this) God says “DO IT.” Many of us don’t. The church struggles spiritually and financially.
5. Cell Phone Signal Interrupting Hovercrafts. I have yet to invent one of these, but basically its like a little UFO (only it is identifiable because it would have the church logo and John3:16 stamped on it) that flies around the sanctuary and emits some electro-something that makes cell phones not work. Wouldn’t it be cool to have one whole hour set aside from all the electronic gadgets in life that have become impossible to live without? In fact, it ought to be mandatory that we have a whole day or two a month where we turn off all the technology that we’ve built into our lives and quiet ourselves. Listening for the Voice of the Master to speak into us.
6. SWEAT! People who devote themselves as fully and completely to the work of the church and the ministry of the Kingdom as they do to Zumba, baseball, marching band, football, tennis, Yahtzee and any other sport/activity you can think of…including fishing and hunting here too.
7. More leaders, less leadership seminars.
8. Air conditioning vents in the floor right behind the pulpit.
9. Velvet pictures of Jesus, Elvis and the bulldogs all playing pool together. I mean, if they can all get along together, then surely the rest of us can too!
10. Sinners. I’m of the opinion that Jesus intended the church to be a place where the sinful gather to be remade in the image of Christ. Sometimes we get so caught up on being the image of Christ we forget what we used to be, and develop a pretty low tolerance for it too!
Ahh, who knows. What are things you’d like to see more of in the church where you attend? Leave your comments here.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Your Pastor's "Professional" Life.
Back in the day when David Letterman used to be funny, I absolutely loved his Top 10 list. It was a light hearted way of poking fun at oftentimes very serious issues of the day. I thought I’d try my hand at it here. As you will see, Math is not my strong suit.
10 things you need to know about your Pastor’s Professional Life
18. Sadly, I’m not yet like the minister on Little House…I’m not too holy yet. I’ve been following after Jesus for quite a while and I still haven’t caught up. I’m earthy, flawed and messy at times. I still need Jesus as much as the next guy!
17. I never handle the church’s money. EVER!!!!!
16. I will always vote in favor of a church Hot-Tub.
15. God desires the church to dwell in unity. I do to too! Conflict is hard, horrible and hurtful. I believe almost every problem in the church could be done away with if we followed these 3 simples Scriptures:
Matthew 22:36-49 – The greatest commandment.
Matthew 7:1-5 – First removing the plank from our own eyes.
Matthew 18:15-17 – Keeping problems with others a private affair.
14. When it comes to music, be warned…I cannot sing. Also be warned…I love to sing. It’s nasally, off-key and all-out horrible. Sorry, but get you’ll get used to it. And while I’m talking about music, let me say that I love the traditional hymns. I love praise choruses. I love the old spirituals and the new really loud stuff. It takes more than one style of music to sufficiently praise the King. So, if it honors Jesus, I’m for it!
13. I’m always on duty. Life doesn’t happen from 9-5, so call whenever you need your pastor. It’s ok. Really. I promise you won’t be the first person to wake me up in the middle of the night.
12. I don’t eat chicken unless that’s my only option. (And even then, I won’t each much)
11. If you have to go to the hospital, have a procedure or there’s a death in family, please let me know. I had to turn over my psychic powers when I was ordained.
10. As a rule I do not counsel women or children alone.
I will only break this rule if they are in prison, or I am in prison.
9. I am happy to lead your 3rd cousin’s neighbor’s lawn man to Christ.
However, I expect you to go with me!!!! Evangelism works BEST in relationships. ALWAYS.
8. Holy Communion isn’t something that’s just added to the end of the service to make us feel happy.
Holy Communion IS THE SERVICE.
7. God has X-Ray eyes and He sees right through my clothes. You do not, so I will try to dress and groom myself in a manner that does not hinder the Gospel or someone’s ability to take me seriously. This does not mean I will be wearing a suit at all times. It does mean I won’t show up at your funeral in bib overalls and a sleeveless Sundrop T- shirt!!!
6. WRITE IT DOWN! If “it” is important for me to know, “it” is important enough to put it in print.
Both my memory and the old gray mare…they aint what they used to be!
5. Sometimes I make mistakes, at other times I mess up. I will never intentionally set out to hurt you, offend you or be mean to you. If I do, let’s talk about it, my door is always open.
4. Officiating weddings is not part of my “JOB.” Building healthy marriages is a function of my ministry.
I will only “Do” Christian weddings, and only after significant pre-marital counseling.
3. I place a high value on confidentiality. I will not blab your private affairs unless someone else’s life is immediately at risk. If I should happen to share my concerns with you, please afford me the same.
2. Christ and His Church are my life. I strive to give Him and His Church the best I have to offer. I expect every other follower of Jesus to do the same.
1. I love people. I love what I do. But I love my family the most and if I’m forced to choose, my family will “win” every time. I’m their “pastor” first, according to the book.
OK, I just read and re-read this about 4 times and I’m not really satisfied with it. I sound like an egotistical, arrogant jerk. I don’t mean it that way, it’s not a “my way or the highway” type of thing. I just know there are a lot of problems that can be avoided if you know up front what to expect out of me. Communication is everything, and this is stuff that’s important, (at least to me) but not worthy of a sermon or newsletter. So there you have it. There’s lots of other quirky things that make me, me. I hope you find them enjoyable and beneficial to our new life TOGETHER. I know God is up to something exciting at FCPC!
10 things you need to know about your Pastor’s Professional Life
18. Sadly, I’m not yet like the minister on Little House…I’m not too holy yet. I’ve been following after Jesus for quite a while and I still haven’t caught up. I’m earthy, flawed and messy at times. I still need Jesus as much as the next guy!
17. I never handle the church’s money. EVER!!!!!
16. I will always vote in favor of a church Hot-Tub.
15. God desires the church to dwell in unity. I do to too! Conflict is hard, horrible and hurtful. I believe almost every problem in the church could be done away with if we followed these 3 simples Scriptures:
Matthew 22:36-49 – The greatest commandment.
Matthew 7:1-5 – First removing the plank from our own eyes.
Matthew 18:15-17 – Keeping problems with others a private affair.
14. When it comes to music, be warned…I cannot sing. Also be warned…I love to sing. It’s nasally, off-key and all-out horrible. Sorry, but get you’ll get used to it. And while I’m talking about music, let me say that I love the traditional hymns. I love praise choruses. I love the old spirituals and the new really loud stuff. It takes more than one style of music to sufficiently praise the King. So, if it honors Jesus, I’m for it!
13. I’m always on duty. Life doesn’t happen from 9-5, so call whenever you need your pastor. It’s ok. Really. I promise you won’t be the first person to wake me up in the middle of the night.
12. I don’t eat chicken unless that’s my only option. (And even then, I won’t each much)
11. If you have to go to the hospital, have a procedure or there’s a death in family, please let me know. I had to turn over my psychic powers when I was ordained.
10. As a rule I do not counsel women or children alone.
I will only break this rule if they are in prison, or I am in prison.
9. I am happy to lead your 3rd cousin’s neighbor’s lawn man to Christ.
However, I expect you to go with me!!!! Evangelism works BEST in relationships. ALWAYS.
8. Holy Communion isn’t something that’s just added to the end of the service to make us feel happy.
Holy Communion IS THE SERVICE.
7. God has X-Ray eyes and He sees right through my clothes. You do not, so I will try to dress and groom myself in a manner that does not hinder the Gospel or someone’s ability to take me seriously. This does not mean I will be wearing a suit at all times. It does mean I won’t show up at your funeral in bib overalls and a sleeveless Sundrop T- shirt!!!
6. WRITE IT DOWN! If “it” is important for me to know, “it” is important enough to put it in print.
Both my memory and the old gray mare…they aint what they used to be!
5. Sometimes I make mistakes, at other times I mess up. I will never intentionally set out to hurt you, offend you or be mean to you. If I do, let’s talk about it, my door is always open.
4. Officiating weddings is not part of my “JOB.” Building healthy marriages is a function of my ministry.
I will only “Do” Christian weddings, and only after significant pre-marital counseling.
3. I place a high value on confidentiality. I will not blab your private affairs unless someone else’s life is immediately at risk. If I should happen to share my concerns with you, please afford me the same.
2. Christ and His Church are my life. I strive to give Him and His Church the best I have to offer. I expect every other follower of Jesus to do the same.
1. I love people. I love what I do. But I love my family the most and if I’m forced to choose, my family will “win” every time. I’m their “pastor” first, according to the book.
OK, I just read and re-read this about 4 times and I’m not really satisfied with it. I sound like an egotistical, arrogant jerk. I don’t mean it that way, it’s not a “my way or the highway” type of thing. I just know there are a lot of problems that can be avoided if you know up front what to expect out of me. Communication is everything, and this is stuff that’s important, (at least to me) but not worthy of a sermon or newsletter. So there you have it. There’s lots of other quirky things that make me, me. I hope you find them enjoyable and beneficial to our new life TOGETHER. I know God is up to something exciting at FCPC!
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