Twelve Baskets of Leftovers

It was somewhere around 1976 when I met John Mathis.  John was the pastor of a nearby church while I was pastor at Talbotton.  He was a kind, loving man who quietly communicated the presence of Christ in all the places he served.  While he was at nearby Olive Branch Church, our churches shared in a community Bible School.  Each day the children were asked to bring a sandwich for lunch.  I remember the day when John forgot his and one of the children gave him half of the sandwich from his sack, saying, "Tomorrow I will get my mother to fix you one, Brother John."   

When I come to the Feeding of the Five Thousand in the gospel, I remember Brother John and the boy with the sandwich.  I remember, too, the boy who came to the place where the crowds had gathered around Jesus with five loaves and two fish. (John 6:9)  When it came time to eat, the boy made his mother's lunch available to Jesus and Jesus fed a great multitude of hungry folks.  When everyone had their fill, there were twelve filled baskets of leftovers!   

It is amazing what Jesus can do.  It is amazing what Jesus can do when people are generous and do not hold things so tightly they cannot be turned loose.  It is amazing what Jesus can do when folks like you and me sign up as partners.  What happened that day by the Sea of Tiberias was a moment when what seemed impossible was intersected with the power of Christ and the generosity of a mere child.  What seems impossible today is still possible when the hand of Christ is filled by the generosity and concern of folks like that boy and you and me.  

A Personal Word

The purpose of this blog is not about me.  It never has been and is not now.  It has from the beginning been about reflections on our common spiritual journey and encouraging us all to stay the course on the way toward Home.  Today I veer from that purpose for personal reasons.  Today I finished a twenty eight day radiation treatment for prostate cancer.  It is also a time for remembering the death of my wife to leukemia one year ago (April 26, 2023)  after sharing 53 years of marriage.  This journey has brought me into countless contact with some fellow sufferers, some who have become survivors, but many more who never rang the bell marking a completed treatment.     

To older men like myself, please accept my encouragement to get a PSA test in your next blood work.  We may not like what could be found, but finding it early is always better than doing so too late.  My treatment was remarkably empty of any side effects other than some occasional discomfort and fatigue.  The end result being sought as any treatment begins is healing and elimination of the cancer.  The probability of that result is higher with early discovery so do not put off with dread something which can bring healing and added years with those whom you love and who love you.   

Finally, to those who are still fighting what seems to be an uphill and impossible battle, let me encourage you to not give up.  One of the things discovered on this journey into cancer treatment rooms is that new and better methods of treatment really are coming out of the labs.  It is not just a line offered to raise money.  Don't quit.  Hang in there.  There are people who love you and there are people who know that caring for you is not their duty but an expression of their love.  In this blog, I often write about the way God is revealing Himself and making Himself known to us by making what has been invisible visible in our lives.  It is surely true of treatments for cancer.  There are means of healing out there which will soon become visible even though invisible to us in the present moment.

The Brown Woodchuck

I was halfway into one of those winding mountain roads when I saw something brown and fuzzy standing on the side of the asphalt.  I have seen a thousand squirrels so I knew it was some other little critter.  And then the picture registered.  I had spotted my first woodchuck.  As quickly as I could find a place wide enough to turn around, I headed back down the way I had come hoping to see that never before seen creature once again.  Of course, he was gone.  He did not wait for an encore performance.  For a moment it was there, revealing himself to me, and then he was gone.    

I have learned over the years of living on the farm immersed in creation that what the creation reveals to us is of the "now you see it, now you don't" category of revelation.  Nothing seen once is ever seen again.  No tree, no stream, and no sunrise is ever the same.  Everything is constantly changing.  What is seen in the now is gone in the future.  One of the things which this reality causes is an awareness of the value of paying attention to the present moment.  The present moment is the only moment that woodchuck revealed himself and it is also the only moment God chooses to reveal Himself.    

As surely as God was prowling around the Garden when the first couple were its residents, so is He still prowling around this ever changing, always unfolding creation in which we all live.  It is not only full of things like woodchucks, rivers, and trees, but it is also full of divine revelation.  To pay attention is to see what is mostly missed by those who live looking at where they want to be instead of where they are.  God is not the bush and the tree, but they both bear the essence of the divine creative hand just like each one of us.  If we can only live paying attention to where we are and who is with us, we will see the brown woodchucks on the side of the road and the God who has put everything around us in its place. 

A Strange Question

It is surely one of the strangest questions asked in the whole of Scripture.  The gospel writer, John, tells the story of Jesus being in Jerusalem at the pool called Bethzatha.  Many invalid people, "blind, lame, and paralyzed," (John 5:4) waited there for the waters to be stirred.  Each hoped to be the first one in the water to receive the blessing of healing.  An ancient verse often missing in some translations explains the gathering of the broken: "...for an angel of the Lord went down at certain seasons into the pool, and stirred up the waters; whoever stepped in first after the stirring of the water was made well..." (John 5:3).  

Jesus saw a man there who had been paralyzed for thirty-eight years and asked him the strange sounding question:  "Do you want to be made well?"(John 5:6)  The paralyzed man never answered the question, but instead said, "Sir, I have no one to put me into the water when the water is stirred up..." (John 5:7)  As odd as it seems, there is no immediate "Yes" coming from the lips of the paralyzed man.  What he does is blame others for his continued infirmity!  

The question of Jesus brings two things to the surface.  Jesus is not going to force His blessing on anyone.  Secondly, not everyone wants to be healed.  Implicit within the question Jesus asked are questions like "Do you want to take responsibility for your life? Do you want to cease being dependent on others?  Do you want to get a job?"  What seems rather obvious to us is not always as obvious as it might seem.  When we ask Jesus for an act of healing in our life, He might ask us, "Are you willing to turn loose of a sedentary lifestyle and start walking?  Are you ready to change your diet to a more healthy one?  Are you ready to spend less time at work and more time with your family?  These are some of the prerequisites for the healing I am ready to give.  Do you want to be made well?" 

Unfolding Faith

It is a story which might begin with the words, "Meanwhile back in Cana of Galilee where Jesus had changed water into wine..."  (John 4:46).  John, the gospel writer, seems to take us on a long extended journey with Jesus as He goes from Cana of Galilee, to Jerusalem, to the Judean countryside, to the Samaritan village of Sychar, to the countryside of Galilee again, and then back to Cana of Galilee.  Cana of Galilee is remembered as the place where the water was turned into wine and as the 4th chapter comes to an end, it is described as the place where Jesus did a second sign which revealed His glory.    

This second sign involved a government official whose son was dying.  The official went to Jesus begging Him to come and heal his son.  In response to his plea, Jesus said, "Go, your son will live."  (John 4:50)  The faith of this Gentile is made more amazing in that Jesus had not according to John performed any healing miracles.  What he was asking of Jesus was beyond anything he had seen, and yet, he believed.  "The man believed the word that Jesus spoke to him and started his way." (John 4:50).  When he arrived home to see his son alive, the Word says, "So he himself believed, along with his whole household." (John 4:53)   

Some may come to belief so suddenly it is like the experience of Saul of Tarsus, but so many others discover that faith unfolds in the heart like the first glow of light on the eastern horizon each morning.  It seems faint but sure, and finally becomes bold and bright, overpowering all the darkness and doubt.  Such was the experience of this brokenhearted father whose son was thought to be dead, and such is also descriptive of many of us whose eyes are slowly opened to the possibilities within the unfolding mysterious realities which are always around us. 

God's Tool Shed

When I remember my Columbus pastorate at the St. John Church, I often remember a young man who came calling himself an agnostic.  He came because his wife said it was time to get back to church and so out of love for his wife, he went.  As one who liked music, he joined the choir.  As one who liked to discuss with others things being thought, he joined a Sunday School class.  He got so immersed, he found himself at the altar one Sunday professing faith in Christ and wanting to be baptized.  But, it did not stop at the altar.  He then went to his housebound non-believing Mother, told her about Jesus, and she, too, was baptized before she died of cancer.     

I cannot help but remember Burley when I come to the end of the story of the Samaritan woman.  She came to the well that day not figuring on meeting Jesus and when she did, two things happened.  Jesus changed her life and she went to tell others about Him.  Because of her witness to them about Jesus "many from that city believed in Him." (John 4:39)  I have heard some powerful and persuasive preachers in my time, but I am convinced that one person sharing about Jesus with another is one of the most powerful tools in God's tool shed.  When I was in college, I participated in many Lay Witness Missions and saw early on the  power of shared faith.    

It remains so today as well.  People expect the preachers to talk about Jesus.  They are not surprised to hear those known as the pillars of the church declare their faith, but when the folks who sit in the pew and work in the world start talking about a personal relationship with Jesus, people listen.  Not only do they listen, but their lives can be changed just as it was in those days when Jesus met the Samaritan woman at Jacob's Well.

Being Connected

During my forty three years of preaching, I did very little visiting other churches on Sunday morning.  The reason is obvious enough.  I had a pulpit from which to preach and it was where I wanted to be when the sun rose of Sunday.  This last year has taken me to a different place.  Instead of being a one church guy, I have been to twelve different churches in the last year.  I have worshiped in eight Methodist churches, two Baptist churches,  one Presbyterian church, and one Episcopal church.  I am not planning to write a book about my experiences in different churches, but is has been an interesting journey.   

One of the things this game of ecclesiastical hop-skip-and-jump has caused me to remember is something I have known for a long time.  Everyone needs a church which can be called home.  I heard a woman this morning offering a personal testimony of her spiritual journey and she spoke of my Sunday choice for the day as her spiritual home.  When this old worn out Methodist preacher heard her word, it resonated in my spirit as something once again needed in my life.  This is not to say that visiting around is no longer an option, but it is to say that a connection is needed somewhere that speaks of more than just a casual see-you-when-I-can relationship.  

I think the thing missed most is something called community.  When we are a part of a church community, we covenant with others to share in serving Christ.  We commit to working through the messy stuff of being in relationship with people who do not always have to agree with us.  Being a part of a spiritual community is declaring myself accountable to others who are called to life in the community.   It means being connected.  I have been coming to terms recently with my own personal need for that kind of connection.  Maybe I am not the only one.

How Can I Not Love Him?

I have always liked the story of the Samaritan woman at Jacob's well.  It is a very detailed account of an encounter of Jesus with another person considering the fact that the one who wrote the account was not at the well, but in town at the local grocery store. (John 4:8) To remember the story is to remember the way the woman was led from the superficial responses that pushed people away to the heart within her that was longing for acceptance and love.  I have preached many a sermon from this story and remember it as one which was mostly marked up and underlined in the Bible I carried to college long years ago.   

 

The thing I remember most about this story is that it is about a woman who by her own choices had messed up her life.  Most of us have walked too many steps on that road.  Of course, the other part of the story which can never be forgotten is the way Jesus responded to someone with a messed up life.  His response was one of gentle leading toward self-realization.  He did not judge her.  Too many had already judged her back in the village.  Instead, He offered her love and acceptance, grace and mercy, and a sense of self worth and value.  She was radically changed from that moment she spent with Jesus.   

 

There are so many things I have grown to appreciate about the spirit of Jesus and many of those things are found in the way he treated this messed up woman at Jacob's Well.  Like her, I have showed up in His presence more messed up than put together, more filled with things I did not want Him to see than I wanted to show Him, and the awareness that I no longer needed to keep judging and condemning myself when He was freely offering me grace and forgiveness,  How could that woman at Jacob's Well not love Jesus?  And, how can I not declare my love for Him as I rise each morning in the new day He has given me?

A Place for Us

As we move into the pages of John's gospel, it becomes clear without much delay that Jesus came for ordinary folks like you and me.  This is not to say that the powerful and affluent are unwelcome walkers on the journey of faith, but to say that Jesus shows no partiality to people according to the status symbols we use to separate some folks from others.  According to John, the first ones who came to Him were fishermen.  They might have  been successful fishermen, but it is not likely that they were putting up heavy bags of gold from their daily labors.  There was nothing white about their collars!    

In the span of a few pages we see that the affluent and powerful are not excluded from being disciples, but as we see with Nicodemus, it is in some ways harder for them to turn loose a life time of control.  Jesus showed no partiality and this becomes even clearer as we encounter the woman of Samaria at Jacob's Well.  Not only was she a woman, but she was a Samaritan woman and also one of soiled reputation.  She was, nonetheless, still welcome and became one of Jesus' most ardent advocates.  There are many more to follow these few, but they tell us early on that John 3:16 is true.  Jesus came for all and all are welcome.    

Of course, the good news of the story is that this includes all of us.  Some of us may carry the signs of the affluent, perhaps, even the powerful, but the majority of us belong to the unnoticed masses who go about their stuff from daylight till dark.  Some of us are like the woman at the well in that we have brought upon ourselves a host of problems by making choices we should not have made.  Ah, but the good news of the gospel is that there is not only a welcome mat laid out for us, but that we have a place with Jesus.  The cross creates a place for us as we live out our days here and the empty tomb assures us that His promise to prepare a place for us in the life to come is more certain than the sunrise.

No Longer Hidden

There is, perhaps, no part of the gospel story remembered by so many as the third chapter of John.  It is, of course, John 3:16 which is remembered, "For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him may not perish but may have eternal life."  What is often forgotten, or overlooked is that this memorable verse comes as a part of the conversation Jesus had one night with Nicodemus.  At first glance it seems like a strange ending for such an important conversation, but what is often viewed as more perplexing is the response of Nicodemus to what Jesus had to say to him.    

If the Nicodemus narrative ended with the third chapter of John, we would forever be uncertain about the Pharisee's response to Jesus.  We would wonder if the words of Jesus took such root in him that he became a follower.  It is only much later toward the end of John's gospel that the question is answered.  John 19:39 says, "Nicodemus, who had at first come to Jesus by night, also came...They (Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathea) took the body of Jesus and wrapped it in linen cloths..."  The would-be-disciple of the third chapter is revealed as the out-in-the-open-disciple of the 19th chapter.  The magnitude of the change can be seen as he appears in a public arena where his reputation and life is threatened by the visible action he took.   

The one who seems to have disappeared so early in the story steps forward boldly at the end of the story as one whose life has been forever changed by Jesus.  Looking back over my life is to see someone who walked so cautiously in the beginning, someone who was afraid to take a stand when a stand needed to be taken, and one who often tried to disappear midst the pressures of culture.  Such is my confession.  Perhaps, it belongs to others as well.  The good news is that grace is persistent and forgiving and loving giving me time to finally stand with Nicodemus as one whose faith could no longer be hidden.

Patience, Not Approval

When John tells the story of Jesus cleansing the Temple in the early part of His ministry, it seems like a misplaced story.  It seems misplaced because the other gospel writers all put this part of the Jesus story in the final week of His life.  Regardless of what the others wrote and John surely knew since his gospel came much later than the other three, the cleansing of the Temple is told immediately following the wedding of Cana of Galilee.  The picture John paints of Jesus in the Temple is one which tells more than just a narrative of the event, but reveals the inner workings of the heart of Jesus in the midst of this moment.    

It enables us to see the turned loose emotions of Jesus.  He made a whip of cords.  The cord would become an instrument in His hands which expressed the anger of God.  He used the whip to drive out the sellers of sacrificial animals as well as the animals themselves.  It must have indeed been a noisy and chaotic moment as the coins rolled across the floors and tables were overturned and animals and people scurried to get out of His way.  He had seen the abuse of the Temple many times, but this was a moment of coming to a place where "Enough is enough!"   

Why John puts this event early in the ministry of Jesus as the others put it late is something which gives Biblical commentator cause to scratch their heads.  The thing that is clear is that a place set aside for holy purposes was being abused and such abuse angered Jesus.  There is no reason for us to think that His attitude has changed any since those days when He walked among us.  When the places set aside for holy purposes are used for personal gain, or a means of controlling those who come to worship, those who are in charge are walking on precarious ground.  The fact that such misuse of the holy is tolerated for a time does not speak of His approval, but His patience and mercy.  It is surely no different in the moment in which we live.

Six Stone Jars

Holy Water.  Six stone jars filled with holy water.   Each jar held 20-30 gallons of water (John 2:6) which when turned into wine was a lot of wine.  It was not just ordinary wine, but very good wine.  (John 2:10)  Even as it was not ordinary wine, neither was it ordinary water.  It was water set aside for the purification and cleansing of things which needed to be made ceremonially clean.  It was not ordinary drinking water, but water set aside for holy purposes.     

It was this set aside water that Jesus used to perform the first miracle of His ministry in Cana of Galilee.  Even as Jesus did not come to the wealthy, or to parents who lived at the top of the social system, so did His first miracle not come in the Temple, or be so spectacular as to warrant the world's attention, but in the midst of an ordinary event among ordinary people.  The water turned into wine might have even caused some to leave struggling to walk upright and in a straight line.  Even though such is true, John, the gospel writer, saw this miracle as one which revealed the glory of Jesus Christ and caused His disciple to believe in Him.   

Though it might seem to be a story of confusing and mixed messages, it must always be remembered that John wrote his gospel with many contrasts in mind and one of them was the contrast between belief and unbelief.  This is spelled out for us in the final sections of the gospel as John clearly states, "Now Jesus did many other signs in the presence of His disciples...but these are written so that you may come to believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God, and that through believing you may have life in His name."  (John 20:30-31)  If turning water into wine can enable people to believe, so may the ordinary things which touch our lives.

Keep It Simple

When it comes to sharing our faith in Christ, there are a number of ways to think about it.  An older and more traditional expression speaks of our winning people for Christ.  Another way of speaking of this discipline of the faith would speak not of winning people, but of influencing them for Christ.  A third alternative would speak of being one who is faithful to sow seeds.   Of course, this is not an all inclusive list.  There are surely other ways of speaking of the way we understand our call to witness and share our faith in Christ.   

These three only point so some of the possibilities.   What is most important is that we respond to the call of Christ to share our faith with others.  To read the early words of John's gospel is to be struck by the way John the Baptist sees Jesus and points to Him by saying, "Look, here is the Lamb of God," (John 1:36).  He then does nothing to hold his own disciples, but freely lets them go.  The concern of John the Baptist is not in maintaining the status quo, but in seeing others go toward Jesus.  Another important modeling word is spoken by Jesus to those disciples when He said to them, "Come and see." (John 1:39).  Interestingly enough when Philip found Nathaniel, he simply repeated those three words of Jesus.    

Sharing our faith is something we are called to do and something we want to do, but we do not need to be frightened by it.  To look at the first chapter of John is to understand that sharing faith does not require some complicated formula.  Simplicity is the method held forth for us to see by the Apostle John.  We can share our faith.  What we share is our own story.  It does not belong to anyone else.  Keep it simple.  Give the Spirit room to do His thing!

A Favorite Gospel

The gospel of John has always been my favorite gospel.  When I look back at the old frayed Bible I used as a teenager, the pages of John's gospel bear the most notes and underlinings. To this day when I have a time of randomly reading the gospels, I open to the pages of this gospel.  John always seemed to go beyond the boundaries of story teller to a place of enabling those who read to experience something of the heart of Jesus.  In the Celtic spiritual tradition, the Apostle John is spoken of as the one who because of his proximity to Jesus at the Last Supper heard the heartbeat of Jesus, and thus, the heartbeat of God.    

This powerful image comes from John 13:23 which says, "One of His disciples--the one whom Jesus loved--was reclining next to Him."  Some commentators translate this passage to speak of John leaning into and against the breast of Jesus which, thus, enabled him the hear the heartbeat of the Incarnate Holy One in our midst.  It is an image not repeated by any other gospel writer and points to what John was being inspired to do as he wrote.  He wanted to do more than just tell the story.  Others had already done this and done it well.  His gospel invites us to experience and know Christ at a deep and more intimate level than the other gospel writers.     

The gospel writer, John, was one of those writers who was not content with the reader gathering information that could be read and put in some stored box where read material is placed.  He obviously wanted us to read what He wrote and carry it with us.  He leaves us with questions about the characters he puts on stage and he creates images which stir our imagination and our faith.  He keeps us thinking and he keeps us growing in our understanding of the mystery that stretched out on the road from Bethlehem to the empty tomb.

Always Present

This morning I found myself in the midst of a quiet time which was not quiet.  Before the members of the household in which I was visiting made it to the kitchen, I found my way to a rocker on the second floor front porch.  It overlooked a busy urban street filled with fat squirrels, serious joggers, speeding bicycles, and an occasional delivery truck. Just beyond my line of vision, but not beyond my ability to hear, was a busy expressway making such a constant roar that I named it "The Beast."   

Obviously, it was different from my mornings at the farm where the sun rises so quietly that you can hardly hear the sounds of a new day beginning and when they are heard, it is a soft gentle sound which unfolds in the silence instead of crashing down like some roaring beast.  Despite all the differences and my first thoughts about how hard it was going to be to experience holy presence in such a strange and noisy environment, it was one of the best quiet moments I have known in some time.  As I said the last words of prayers, I heard a voice from within me reminding me that the Holy One is present in all places and that quietness and stillness is really more of the heart than of the ears.  

Two Words stood out in my later moments of remembering and reflection,  The first comes from Jeremiah 23:23-24:  "Am I a God near by, says the Lord, and not a God far off?  Who can hide in secret places so that I cannot see them? says the Lord.  Do I not fill  heaven and earth? says the Lord."  The second is from a more familiar place, the 139th Psalm:  "Where can I go from Your Spirit?  Or where can I flee from Your presence? If I ascend to heaven...if I make my bed in Sheol...if I take the wings of the morning...even there Your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast."  (Psalm 139:7-10)  How comforting it is to know that if we are in the land of the roaring beast, or in the land of the unfolding silence, the God who loves us is with us.

Kneeling at Altars

I like the fact that the Methodist Church still has an altar.  With all the changes which have taken place over the years, the altar has stayed in place.  While I cannot say with certainty that every Methodist Church has an altar, the ones around me still have a place to kneel.  What is unfortunate is that no one uses them except for communion.  This may change soon as the hurried "grab and go" method replaces the more traditional way of kneeling with open hands.  

As may have been figured, I grew up in churches that used altars.  I gave my life to Jesus at a hundred different altars before I found one where it took.  Prior to that altar, I gave my life to Jesus and then took it back after a few days!  But, it was also a common practice back in those days to have Sunday night worship.  It was a more informal service than Sunday morning, the brown Cokesbury song books were used, and most every service ended with an invitation for people to  leave their pews for a time of prayer at the altar.  Call me old fashioned, but I long for those days when the service of worship took a little longer because folks were lingering at the  altar.    

As my own ministry unfolded through the years, I always made sure there were invitations for folks to pray at the altar.  Sometimes I invited people to give their lives to Jesus when they came to the altar and sometimes they were just invited to pray about the things of the heart.  I do not suppose the clock will ever be turned back to embrace those days, but then again, who knows when this generation will become so spiritually hungry that the altar will once again be stained with tears?  Kneeling is a good thing.  Kneeling reminds us Who is in charge.  Altars help with this need in our lives.

Trouble

When we look at the life of Jesus, it becomes very clear that trouble confronts everyone.  Not even the Son of God who modeled perfection in obedience to the will of the Heavenly Father was exempt from trouble.  There is also that Word He left for us which is recorded in John 16:33 which says, "In the world you face (persecution, tribulation, trouble).  But take courage; I have conquered the world."  The use of the three words in parentheses point to the different ways this verse gets translated and while each word carries with it a shade of difference, the point is that life is not a walk through a rose garden on a sunny Sunday afternoon.     

None of us have to seek trouble, instead, it has a way of finding us.  Our experience of trouble may be as insignificant as a flat tire, or something as life changing as the loss of someone we love.  There are many things which are certain about life.  Trouble is one of them.  It has nothing to do with our faith in God.  It is not some punishment for a failure to live as we are called to live.  To hear Jesus teaching is to hear him telling us that the rain, the winds, and the flood fall on the just and the unjust (Matthew 7:24-27).  Trouble does not discriminate.     

What the Word does promise for us as it speaks in behalf of our Father God is that we never stand alone in the midst of our trouble.   "I am with you always" is what Jesus said (Matthew 28:20).  Not only do we have this promise of Jesus, but we also have the Words of the Spirit who inspired the Apostle Paul to write, "For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord."  (Romans 8:38-39).   When trouble comes, and it will, we have a firm foundation on which to stand.

The Light in the Darkness

People by the thousands drove unbelievable numbers of miles to put themselves in the path of the darkness of the recent eclipse.  While I saw news reports of folks making the journey, I also met a man after church this past Sunday who was leaving morning worship here in Georgia and driving alone to Arkansas so he could experience this solar phenomena.  It is amazing that people too busy to do the simplest things in their daily routine will drive long distances to stand in darkness for a few minutes.   

As I watched people on their journeys, I wonder if it speaks of our desire to experience the transcendent.  I wonder if the quest is more about standing in a moment filled with an awareness of something greater than self than it is to don a pair of special glasses and peer at the conjunction of sun and moon.  I wonder if the moment of going is not about somehow being connected to the Creator, the creation, and divine mystery which is within this solar pilgrimage.    

Could it be that a phenomena as natural as an eclipse re-awakened the desire within us to experience God in the midst of the Creation?  Could it not speak of a spiritual hunger so deep that it has yet to enter the conscious mind of many of those who peered heavenward?   Could it not be that the seeking of the darkness brought the seekers into the realm where the Light that brought all things into being exist?  (John 1:1-5)  Could it be that the race to the darkness was not a scientific based journey, but a spiritual pilgrimage into holy Mystery?  Who knows?  Maybe standing in the Light within the darkness reconnected some of those watchers with their spiritual roots.

Here is Home

Here, in the now is where

       the moment is lived,

         not back there in the land

           where broken dreams clutter

              the floor of what might be

                and those who dare to walk

are destined to stumble.

Here, and not tomorrow

       is the place of the best,

          even though out yonder calls

            with alluring promises

               of too good to be true,

                 and open exit doors

that only lead to nowhere.

 

Here, not back, not ahead,

       the past is remembered

         and the daring dream dreams,

           knowing that life is lived

             now, and not in the then, 

               for now is where He is

and where He makes my Home.

Seed Sowers

In the garden here on the farm there are four rows of red potatoes growing.  Though they were planted a few days after the traditional potato planting day which is Valentine's Day, they have come up and are making a promise of more than the five pounds of seed potatoes put in the dirt.  Of course, there are a few blank spots in the rows.  Not every potato cutting is making potatoes.  There are always a few that never see the light of day.   

The important thing is to plant.  There can be no crop without the work of planting.  And as every one who plants knows, not every plant is going to produce fruit.  In the gospel of Luke, there is a Word known as the Parable of the Sower.  Jesus talked about a sower planting seed.  Some fell on the path to be trampled; some fell on the rock and withered; some fell among thorns and were choked; and, some fell on good soil, grew, and produced.  Both my potato patch and Jesus's parable tell us the same message.    

As those who seek to follow Jesus, our task is not growing or producing, but sowing the seed.  We are seed planters.  Sometimes we forget and assume responsibility for the harvest.  The harvest is not our responsibility.  The harvest belongs to the Spirit.  Our share in the work of the Kingdom is planting seed.  We plant seed through our service to the Christ; we plant seed in investing our lives in the lives of others; and we even plant seed through our praying.  Jesus described our role in the Kingdom business with those words, "A sower went out to sow his seed."  (Luke 8:5). Be a good and faithful sower.

At the Table

When I was growing up in South Georgia, it was common in most Methodist Churches to offer Holy Communion once a quarter.  Of course, some churches did not offer it at all because it was "too Catholic."  In those days the Methodist Church was not a Table oriented Church, but one oriented toward preaching.  The architecture of many sanctuaries placed the pulpit in the center of the altar area with the Communion Table mostly serving as a place to put flowers.    

Things have changed some.  Newer churches were built with a divided chancel which provided more opportunities for the Table to have a more prominent role in worship.  This shift did not delegate preaching to a place of lesser importance so much as it encouraged more gatherings around the Table.  Nowadays the quarterly observance has been replaced by an offering of Communion each first Sunday of the month which is a far cry from a weekly Table gathering, but it is a step in the right direction.    

I remember a time early in my ministry when I thought that observing Communion too often would take away from its meaning.  I was wrong.  What I have discovered is that the moment around the Table has an intrinsic spiritual value which feeds the soul and creates a greater awareness of the presence of Christ.  As I knelt at the altar this morning with hands open to receive the Holy Sacrament, it was a moment of anticipation, and joy, and holy presence.  As I rose from the altar it was with gratitude and love for the Christ who sacrificed Himself for me on the cross. 

On Being Methodist

Up the road a piece there is a church where Methodist people have been gathering for a long time.  The sign out front has the cross and flame logo of the United Methodist Church, the name of the church, and a word that reads, "Founded in 1776."  While this is a few years before the Methodist Church was organized in this country, history tells the tale of a Methodist society meeting in the area before the organizational date.  When I pulled from the busy four lane onto the hardly traveled paved road which leads to the church, it seemed that the air became very holy.   

After  reading ths stories on grave markers under huge oak trees, I was admiring the church building when a car pulled up.  As it turned out it was one of the members of the church who had a key to the sanctuary so the visit included being inside this holy place where so many ordained Methodist preachers like me have preached.  I could not help myself.  I was swept away by the history of the place, by the awareness of souls saved at its altars, and the saints now gone who had served Christ over the year.  I was so swept away and stirred in my own spirit that I told my new friend if they needed a preacher to fill in some Sunday, I would welcome a call.  What a privilege and blessing it would be to preach in that church where so many have preached before me!    

Most folks would say it is not much of a church.  Tucked away in the countryside, it is seldom seen by those hurrying to get somewhere on the nearby four lane.  The membership is small and the Sunday morning crowd is around twenty plus or minus a few.  It has battled threats of being closed, moments filled with uncertainty, and the deaths of folks upon whom the church depended for its survival.  It is still there, or maybe, it should be said, it is still here among us.  These Methodists are tenacious people, the kind that do not know the meaning of the word quit, and the kind who are deeply committed to Christ and His Word.  They are my spiritual kinsmen and I am humbled and grateful to be known as a Methodist.

The Living Word

It must have been a thousand years ago that I preached my first sermon.  Well, almost.  I never thought to figure how many times I would be preaching in the forty years of ministry which was stretching out in front of me.  One day when there was absolutely nothing to do, I took a few minutes and did a rough calculation of the number of times I have preached since that first Sunday.  Not only was I surprised at the sheer number of sermons preached, but I wondered if I ever thought back then what was ahead of me.  Preaching twice, and sometimes three times, a Sunday adds up in a hurry!     

Had I done that figuring back then at the starting line, I might never have left it!  The truly amazing thing is not that I have preached so much, but that all the sermons were inspired by some passage of Scripture.  It would seem that all the preaching texts would be used, but there are still so many waiting to be preached.  There are more texts for preaching than I will ever get to preach.  The Word is inexhaustible.  Any good preacher knows that a text used ten years ago is going to be seen in a different light today or tomorrow.    

One of the things that the Spirit inspired some writer of long ago to write says, "...the Word of God is living and active, sharper than any two edged sword..."  (Hebrews 4:12)   Another truth proclaimed in the same manner is from II Timothy, "All scripture is inspired by God..."  (II Timothy 3:16)  This inexhaustible Word from which we preachers preach is not a word written for a particular day, but one which the Spirit has written for every generation.  It is not dead, but alive.  Every time we read it, we are reading through a different lens and we should expect not only to hear the old Word heard from long ago, but another one as new as the morning dew.  It is the nature of this living Word.

Thin Places

In the stream of Celtic spirituality, there were places which were known as thin places.  These places were holy places where the veil seemed especially thin between here and there, between heaven and earth.  between those who have gone ahead and those of us who still wait. Places of worship would often be built in those thin places as would cloisters for monks and the distinctive high Celtic cross.  Some might think of thin places as a bunch of hocus pocus, but there are also others who are convinced that their journey of faith has taken them into such holy places.   

There are a number of things which affirm this conviction.  One is the many Biblical references to angels coming as helpers in moving along the plan of God as well as those many references to angels being present though unseen in our  lives.  Another source of our conviction is the verse in Hebrew 12 which speaks of the great cloud of heavenly witnesses who intercede in our behalf.  There is finally the experience of many who bear witness to standing where it seems that heaven has broken into the earthly realm.   

What is slowly being learned is the error of dismissing something which seems just beyond our ability to understand.  The later years have brought with them more a sense of mystery in the world.  There is more about God that I do not know than I know.  There is always something surprising about the ways He breaks in among us to reveal Himself and to speak to us.  We can never discount what we know as possibilities from the realities of God's Kingdom.    

Handling the Tension

Recently I have had the opportunity to worship in a new church start-up.  It has been interesting and inspiring.  Laying all the church politics aside, it is exciting to experience the freshness of something new being created.  On the Sundays I have been present, the place has been full, the worship has been lively, more traditional than trendy, and there is a kind of contagious spirit in the air.  To be there is to be aware that the Holy Spirit is at work in this new creation.   

While there are no doubt many questions such a church must face as it goes forward, there are a couple of ones that stand alongside each other.  How does a church maintain that fresh faith atmosphere?  The second stand alongside the first question is how does such a church avoid becoming institutionalized?  To become institutionalized is to turn into a church that ends up being more about building buildings, bigger budgets, and larger memberships than it is about sharing faith in a contagious way.  When the church becomes institutionalized, the Spirit is quenched since the primary goal of the church becomes maintaining and preserving the institution.    

Perhaps, the important word in this equation filled with so much tension is balance. How do we keep the ball of fresh faith and the ball of providing the physical needs of the community in the air at the same time?  The church has suffered when one of these concerns becomes paramount over the other.  Maybe there is an answer to living with the tension within dependence on the Holy Spirit.  I hope and pray such is true.  What I have seen and been a part of as a pastor for nearly forty years convinces me that when such matters are left solely in our hands, the church is in trouble.    

A Moment of Celebration

He came into the restaurant alone.  His clothes were worn, his hair a bit long, and his appearance somewhat haggard.  He sat down two booths up from where I was sitting.  Midway through his meal, he told his waitress that today was his 91st birthday.  He even got out his driver's license to prove it!  The waitress said "Happy Birthday!  I'm going to get you some cake."  Having overheard the conversation, I asked my wife if she was ready to sing "Happy Birthday" as we got up to leave.  We went to his table as the waitress arrived and I congratulated him on his birthday and said to the waitress, "Let's sing Happy Birthday." Four young guys at the next booth turned to join us as did two others at a nearby table.  It was a great moment for all of us and no doubt was the old guy's only birthday party on his 91st!    

I walked out of the restaurant smiling almost as big as the birthday boy and so grateful that God had brought me to such a surprising and joyful moment of celebration.  God has a way of bringing us into surprising moments.  There is nothing surprising about the way He interjects Himself into our lives.  The problem for so many of us is that we are too busy to see it happening and even when we do, we find a reason to be more of a spectator than a participant.   

Years ago I remember reading a book on prayer in which the author suggested we give God permission to use us each day in whatever way He would choose.  And while I failed to make that prayer this morning, I have a feeling that He did it anyway as the nine of us celebrated a birthday with an old timer.  There is just no telling what God would do for each one of us if He knows that we desire nothing any more than being useful to Him each day. 

The Darkness of Holy Saturday

Saturday was a quiet day of religious duties no one really felt like doing. Their minds were not filled with the things of God, but of the horror men were capable of inflicting on another.  The One who was dearest to them, the One who they loved so much, the One who had changed their lives was gone.  They had watched in the greatest of grief as they saw His body empty of life's breath being taken down from the terrible cross.  The grief felt on Friday had not lessened in the heart of the mother of Jesus, the other women who were with her, and those disciples who had been so afraid for themselves that they had stayed hidden in the shadows.   

The Sabbath which had begun at sunset on Friday and which would end at sunset on Saturday kept them away from their desire which was to give respect to the body of Jesus by properly preparing it for burial.  Sabbath law prohibited such a thing and so they waited in the lonely silence of their grief to finish what they would have chosen to do.  Saturday of Holy Week was such a long day, a day filled with flowing tears and attempts to bring comfort to one another.  But, nothing changed anything.  Jesus was gone.  He was dead.  Hope  was gone. This was the message of that long Saturday and all they could do was wait for the sunrise of Sunday so that they could go back to the tomb and complete the unfinished burial preparations.

It is the kind of day so many of us have lived in our own life.  Like those mourners, we have mourned and grieved in the deep places of our heart to the point that we lost hope.  What those mourners forgot is something we often forget ourselves and that is one of the promises of Jesus.  Sometimes the darkness is too great to remember anything which might bring light.  In moments like Holy Saturday it is easy to forget that Jesus said, "And remember, I am with you always, to the end of the age."  (Matthew 28:20)  Even on a day as dark as Holy Saturday, we must not forget that the promise is being kept.     

'Twas Good Friday?

It is Good Friday, they say.

   Not everyone thought it good.

      Surely, not mother Mary.

         Surely, not John the beloved,

            nor did the shadow dwellers.

              A black day so horrible

soldiers were driven to drink.

No day ever dawned was so black.

    A swirling vortex from Hell

       rose and fell upon the earth

         screaming, "Evil has prevailed!"

           and those on that hill of Hell,

             bent over in its fury, 

felt the breath of blowing evil.

This, they say, was Good Friday.

    And, indeed, as angels say,

       "It was good, let trumpets sound!"

        The Son stood strong on the cross,

           sending evil back in its den,

             and making a way for all

to be done with guilt and sin.

Good Friday was a great victory,

     a day that shouted, "God reigns!"

       but, at a terrible price.

         Jesus, the Son, died for me.

           'Twas I who should have been there.

              'Twas I who nailed the nails,

Still my Savior ransomed me.

Holy Thursday

There are so many good texts embedded in the Thursday events of Holy Week that any preacher has to smack his or her lips at the variety of preaching opportunities.  On Holy Thursday it is not a question of finding a test, but of deciding which of the many will be preached.  The text abound:  the foot washing recorded by John, the last meal with the disciples, the betrayal of Judas and Simon Peter, the garden moments, the prayers, and the final teachings.  But, of course, there is more here than just something to help preachers on Holy Thursday.  Instead, it opens a window into the heart of Christ.   

It is a day of amazement.  Jesus not only gave the bread and offered the cup to the disciples, but He also offered it to Judas who he knew was about the betray Him.  He could recognize the evil, the injustice, and the self righteousness which was swirling around Him, yet, His heart stayed focused on loving those who meant Him nothing but harm.  His presence among us on Thursday enables us to see the spirit which would prevail in Him until He drew His last breath.    

It must not be lost midst all the stories and all the good preaching texts that Jesus did what He did for our sake.  To the very end He was teaching us and showing us where obedience to the Father's will takes the faithful.  In addition to lessons about obedience, He illustrated to us on Thursday what it means to flesh out unconditional love.  He went through all kinds of suffering as a part of the plan of God which enabled you and me to be free of the power and sin and the weight of guilt.  These are things we must not forget on Holy Thursday.

Wednesday Wonderings

If tradition is allowed to speak, it tells us that on Wednesday of Holy Week Jesus did not go into Jerusalem.  There are several things which point to this possibility although it must always be remembered that it is just a possibility.  There is one verse which suggests that He was in the city just as He was the other days. Luke 21:37 says, "Every day He was teaching in the Temple, and at night He would go and spend the night on the Mount of Olives..."  What might lead to a different conclusion are two passages which refer to Him being in Bethany two days before the Passover.  (Matthew 26:1-6, Mark 14:1-3)     

One other thing which gets thrown into the discussion is something which does not happen.  On Wednesday there is no mention of some major event or controversy.  It is a day empty of drama which suggests that it was a quiet day of prayer and reflection in Bethany. Of course, none of this is going to challenge anyone's faith.  We can embrace the tradition of it being a quiet day midst a week of hurricane like conflict, or we can figure that it was not mentioned, but still unending.   

Whatever place we land, it is clear that the ominous storm clouds are piling up above Jesus and that a violent storm is about to immerse Him.  He surely knew what was ahead. He surely was using these days before Friday to prepare Himself for what would soon be required of Him.  While He was fully divine and fully human, it is also true that to be fully human would lead Him to some moments when He might have wondered if He would be able to get through this final act of sacrifice and love.  

Tuesday Thoughts

When Jesus returned to Jerusalem on Tuesday, the chief priests and scribes had put their heads together and collectively agreed that something had to be done with Jesus.  He was not only a troublemaker, but what He did in the Temple touched an economic nerve.  Too many were getting money on the side for Jesus to be ignored.  When He arrived in the Temple on Tuesday, His enemies were no longer staying in the shadows.  They came out with questions which they felt sure would cause Him to lose the popular appeal He brought with Him to the city.   

Tradition calls it a day of controversy.  His authority was challenged as He was asked about the source of His authority. Then they sought to trap Him with the question about paying taxes to Caesar.  One answer would label Him a traitor to His people and the other would label Him as a threat against Rome.  No matter how He was challenged that day, He ended up with the upper hand.  His answers confounded His antagonist.  Instead of being put on the defensive, He challenged those who questioned Him.    

Not only did He handle all the verbal challenges, but He spoke against those who sought to get rid of Him by saying, "Beware of the scribes, who like to walk around in long robes, and love to be greeted with respect in the marketplace...They devour your widow's houses..."  (Luke 20:46-47)  Even in the face of great danger, Jesus did not waver.  He did not try to find the easy way that would please everyone and make His life more livable.  The only place He stood midst the controversy was on the side of the Father in Heaven.  His bold stand points to where we should stand.

Sleeping in Holy Week

Not being able to sleep all night recently has given thoughts about how Jesus might have slept those nights of Holy Week. While He probably slept like the "proverbial baby," He certainly had plenty of things on His mind which could have kept Him awake.  He did not walk into that last week as One who was unaware of what was waiting on him come Friday.  As one who was human among us, He knew there was going to be terrible humiliation, agonizing pain, and finally death on a cross.  If anyone ever had reason not to sleep, it was surely Him.    

I cannot imagine Jesus suffering from such worry that He could not sleep.  He was, after all, the One who told His disciples and all of us, "...do not worry about your life...do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will bring worries of its own..."  (Matthew 6:25, 34)  I have always figured Jesus lived by the Words He preached and that He slept better than I sleep when I stay awake over far lesser things.   

There are many things which separate us from Jesus.  He was not only fully human, but also fully divine.  Here is a mystery all its own!  The thing which is no mystery is the way He stayed intimately connected to the Father.  The relationship He lived with the Father was not one based on convenience, but one based on His love, His desire to be obedient at any cost, and a commitment to take every breath inside the Father's will.  He, therefore, knew a peace unknown to most of us.  It is no wonder He could sleep and we count sheep.

Holy Monday Thoughts

Tradition remembers Monday as the day Jesus cleansed the Temple.  Of course, it was not just any Monday, but the last Monday of His humanly sojourn among us.  Another way of speaking of this Monday is that it is Monday of Holy Week.  Holy Week is the week of the cross and the last week before history was turned upside down by the Resurrection of Jesus.   With so many possibilities to consider in that last week of His life, it is significant that He would make His way to the Temple for this act of judgment and cleansing.   

What He saw that day in the Temple was something He had surely seen on other occasions.  It was likely something He had mulled over in His mind and prayed about in His times with the Father.  This moment of cleansing was one of those "Enough is enough" moments, or more likely, He knew from His praying that the time for such an act was now right.  The cause of the upstir was all the buying and selling which usurped the praying which was supposed to be happening in the Temple.  It was a kind of exploitation which took advantage of people who came to worship God.    

On that Monday merchants were overcharging the poor for sacrificial doves and forcing people who brought a lamb to be sacrificed to buy one sold at an excessive price from a Temple merchant who declared theirs blemished and unfit.  As our churches get bigger and bigger and demand more and more money to feed the institutional beast that lurk in its meetings rooms, it becomes easy to make profit a greater driving force than the soul work entrusted to it.  On this Monday of Holy Week, it is not hard to imagine that Jesus might have a mind to turn some things over in our midst as well.

Palm Sunday, 2024

 Would they?  Really, Lord?

     How would You do it?

       Make them speak, I mean.

         You made waters stand back

            and blind eyes to see, 

             but, really, my Lord, 

dirty stones shouting?

And, what would they say?

    How loud would they shout?

      Would the angels hear?  

         How 'bout the graves' dead?

           Silent stones shouting, 

             Who would have thought it,

surely not the stones!

Had folks been silent,

    what a sound would sound.

       Like what would it be?

         Jericho's trumpets?

           Elijah's sheer silence?

             Angels in the field?

How would glory sound?

Had those stones spoken, 

   what silence would fall

      over the noisy earth,

        and all upon it.

          No one would ask "how?"

            but, instead shout "Wow!"

and Hallelujah!

Morning Glory

Those who steal forty more winks by hitting the snooze button miss the morning glory.  As is always the case with the revealings of God's creation, everything is here now and gone later.  There is but one moment when the day will awaken this day, stretch itself from one edge of the horizon to the next, and bring forth a canvas which would make any artist envious.  There is also only one moment in each day when the heavenly chorus sounds forth from the branches of trees with songs of praise which can never be duplicated by any musical composer.     

Indeed, morning glory is a glorious thing to know and it comes with divine uniqueness each time the darkness of night is slowly pushed away.  To truly see it and to truly know it is to be immersed in a moment which is not just seen with eyes, or heard with ears, but one that bathes the soul.  Morning glory cries out to us that here is where we belong.  The song it sings is one which invites us to sing along.  Morning glory shouts to us that we are a part of all that is coming to life.   

It is interesting to consider that the Word of God as we read it in Genesis speaks of first encounters as being in a garden so glorious that we want to speak of it as "The Garden."  In Genesis 3:8 we read about those moments of first encounters, "They heard the sound of the Lord God walking in the garden..."  Perhaps, the snooze button which keeps us from standing in awe at morning glory is but an icon for the way we are experiencing more and more of a disconnect with the glorious creation and its power to reveal the Creator.  As the hand is reaching for the snooze button, let the heart remember a Word from God, "Sleeper, awake! Rise from the dead, and Christ will shine on you."  (Ephesians 5:31)

Reticent No More

So many of us are shy about our God talking.  We can talk about most any subject with ease and comfort, but when the subject of conversation shifts to God, we suddenly get tongue tied and confused about which word should come out of our  mouth next.  This does not happen for lack of belief, nor does it happen for lack of knowledge.  We have lived with both belief and knowledge since our first days at Sunday School.  

Part of the reason for our reticence is our fear that we fear someone might think we are one of those "goodie two shoes," or an even greater fear is that we might offend someone.  It is true enough that when we start talking in normal conversation about our belief that our life is directed by God, some folks start looking for the exit light.  We often let someone else's discomfort keep us from speaking the truth we hold close to our heart even those to whom we speak have no difficulty speaking of their belief that life is about chance and coincidence.  

It is our belief that we are who we are because of Christ and that we are where we are because His hand upon us as we go.  It is a word that speaks of something which is the core of life.  Why should we not be eager to speak of it, or Him?  Let us be reticent no more! 

Praise and Glory

 Praise be the Father,

       the Holy Father, 

         the Creator Father, 

          the Blessed Father,     

            Father of us all, 

Praise be and all glory.

Praise be the Son, 

      the Eternal Light,

       the Touch of Love,

         the Caring Healer,

           the Holy Begotten, 

Praise be and all glory.

Praise be the Spirit, 

     the Holy Spirit, 

       the Stand Alongside,

         the Wind and Fire,

          the Breath of God, 

Praise be and all glory.

Praise be the Trinity,

      the Holy Three,

        the Three in One, 

          the Indescribable,

            ever and always, 

Praise be and all glory.

          

Waiting to Unfold

The creation is mysterious and full of the invisible.  It is as Romans 1:20 says, "Ever since the creation of the world His eternal power and divine nature, invisible though they are, have been understood and seen through the things He has made."  What is now being seen was once invisible and equally so there are things unseen which are waiting to be made visible.  Thus, we hear also from Hebrews 11:3, "By faith we understand that the worlds were prepared by the Word of God, so that what is seen was made from things that are not visible."  Every day the invisible holy mystery which speaks of the fabric of the created order is unfolding before us.    

None of what the New Testament writers tell us is a surprise for the very first book of beginning describes the unfolding nature of creation.  It tells us how the unseen was made visible. The opening words of Genesis speak of the earth as a "formless void and darkness." (Genesis 1:2)  The day and night, the sky and the water, the vegetation and fruit trees, the greater light and the lesser light, the living creatures of every kind, and men and women were all in that first moment of creation invisible and waiting to be seen.  One of the most descriptive and accurate words to speak of the Creator's work is unfolding.    

Even as the world was created in the beginning as an unfolding work of God, so is it true in the present.  It is surely true that the Creation is full of glorious things to be seen, but it is even more true that there is more hidden and invisible than the clearly seen and visible.  When we look at what has been revealed to us in our own lifetime, we are reminded that there is still more than can be imagined out there waiting behind the veil of the invisible waiting for its time.  The creative energy of the Creator is not limited.  His transcendent presence is always falling and ready to renew.  What has been seen and is being seen is like a half a drop in the bucket when compared to what is about to unfold before us. Wow!

Something to Ponder

Even though many of us pray "...Thy will be done..." at least once a week, understanding, accepting, and living within the will of God remains a hard thing for us.  However we might define it in Sunday School, too many times the will of God becomes what we think God should do, or perhaps, even something that is synonymous with our own will.  I often remember Wendell Berry's character, Jayber Crow, wondering how to pray after praying "....Thy will be done.." as the Sunday morning ritual taught him to do.  The question, "Is there any prayer after this one?" is a question worth pondering.    

The will of God is another thing that causes a lot of pondering to rise forth from our souls.  Like the folks who so easily proclaim "God is good!" when their loved one comes home from the hospital instead of being carried to the funeral home, it is easy to think that we are in God's will when life is full of fragrant roses and aromatic coffee. It is another thing to consider that we are deeply inside God's will when we walk in troubling and dark times.  The Apostle Paul understood that the will of God is not determined by circumstance as he wrote to the Philippians, "I have learned to be content with whatever I have. I know what it is to have little, and I know what it is to have plenty."  (4:11)  In another place he spoke of the trials of his life through witnessing, "Three times I was beaten with rods. Once I received a stoning.  Three times I have been shipwrecked...in danger from rivers, dangers from bandits, danger from Gentiles...hungry and thirsty, often without food, cold and naked."  (II Corinthians 11:24-27).  

These words do not speak of a man walking down a smooth path in a rose garden, but they do speak of a man who knew his life was being lived inside the will of God.  This will of God thing truly is something to ponder.  God sometimes puts us in places and situations we would not choose.  Why this happens when the way is almost too hard to walk, I have often struggled to understand.  Maybe the will of God is less about circumstances and more about faith.  Maybe it is not so much about our ability to walk the easy path, but to walk the unseen path with obedience and trust.  Again, something to ponder.

A Personal Word

I am always grateful at the end of the day for those of you who read this blog.  In more ways than you will ever know, you keep me writing these daily posts which I pray provide spiritual nourishment and a pause for reflection.

For those who might be interested in reading something beyond JourneyNotes, I want to announce that I have a few months ago published my first novel.  It is entitled "The Last Supper."  It is not a theological treatment on the holy meal which Jesus brought into existence through His ministry, but a piece of fiction which tells the story of four friends who show up at their closed down and about to be bulldozed church at the invitation of an old pastor and friend.  Their journey to the place of their past is filled with memories, tragedy, and the resolution of some of the struggles of living.  It is a book filled with strong and powerful characters who are caught up in this journey back home and the way that journey changed all their lives.  

Those who might be interested in reading the novel can order it from Amazon.com.  Look for "The Last Supper" by William L. Strickland.   

Preservation or Sacrifice

Churches come in all shapes and sizes.  Some are known as mega churches and will provide spiritual care for thousands of people.  These churches refer to their spot on the globe as a campus and so many cars are coming and going that law enforcement shows up to direct the traffic after the benediction.  Some churches are very small and may be hard to find in the neighborhood, or the countryside they serve.  These small churches take up the space of a stamp on a postcard; and yet, they survive and serve.  

It is tempting sometimes to wonder if a church can be too big, or too small.  Are the massed gatherings at the larger churches there to be entertained by the holy glitz and are the few who gather in the small gatherings not much bigger than family just getting by until closing  time?  The only thing certain is that the folks in the larger church and the folks in the smaller church will declare their choice is best until Jesus comes.  The important thing, of course, is the way the church, large or small, stands in its space without being so married to it that it cannot sacrifice itself in behalf of the Christ who gave Himself up so willingly on the cross.  

One of the most dangerous dangers of any church is becoming institutionalized.  What is of first priority to any institution is the preservation of itself.  This is a danger for the large and the small church.  The spiritual community Jesus brought into being is not one turned toward preservation, but sacrifice.  The church of the day struggles in knowing and fleshing out the difference.  

Helping Others Survive

One of my favorite books on prayer is entitled, "Prayer."  Written by a saint who survived the Civil War and lived long enough to see the next century, E.M.Bounds has inspired me and put me to praying during many a dry spell.  I am reminded of him as I sit here in the silence of the hours normally spent in sleeping.  There is a story he told in his book that defies finding and is only remembered partially, but it is one about a man whose wife finds him up in the middle of the night praying and he tells her to leave him alone that he must be praying for there are too many souls in need of his prayers.    

Unfortunately, I cannot confess to that kind of spirit in praying, but I do know what it is to have a list of those who have been promised prayers than I seem to have time to pray. Tonight as my sister who lives in Texas told me of a friend's struggle, I told her to tell him I would be praying for him and his wife.  Some months ago an old roommate from college who lives in Missouri called asking for prayers for a friend.  And, so it has been in these recent days   

I find myself moving more and more into this kind of ministry.  I do so not just because the Word of God says, "...pray for one another..." (James 5:16) and "Bear one another's burdens..." (Galatians 6:2), but, perhaps, even more so, because I have lived through a time when I lived as dependent on the prayers of others, as we all are, for air to breathe.  While we may not know how to help those who walk the hard path of dark times, we can pray for them.  It may be what enables them to survive.    

Never Too Inconvenient

An evening chore around here on the farm, or maybe it is a part of the ritual of the day, is shutting up the chickens.  There are three laying hens sharing life on the farm that put eggs on the breakfast table when they have a mind to do so.  They roam the place during the day and around sunset they get shut up in a pen and house that is somewhat, though not completely secure from predators.  It was something I forgot to do earlier in the evening and it was a tad after ten tonight when I remembered so I went out and completed the day's stuff even though I was actually on the way to bed when memory carried me elsewhere.  

Taking care of animals and livestock on the farm is not something done when it is convenient.  Earlier in the day the cows needed some hay at the same time I wanted a nap.  I went to to the tractor, got the hay on the spear to take to the pasture, and it started to rain.  It was not just a sprinkling rain that felt refreshing, but one steady enough to be a soaker.  By the time I got three bales out there for them to eat, I was wet enough not to need a shower.  Well, almost.  The lesson learned here again and again is that if you have animals, they depend on you and the care you provide for them.  

I am not sure if the God who takes care of us ever feels like it is an inconvenient task, but my understanding of Who He is tells me that He is always present, working to bring good things into our lives. I have experienced that unending care and constant love so many times across the span of years given to me.  He really is the One who in every circumstance of need in my life has been working for good.  It is as Paul wrote to the Roman Christians, "We know that all things work together for good for those who love God, who are called according to His purposes."  (Romans 8:28)   

A Word From Mad

For those who are losing sleep over the future of the church, or even worse, losing friends because of some of the controversies of separation, it might be good to remember a verse from Matthew.  In the 18th verse of the 16th chapter, we hear Jesus saying to Simon Peter, "And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build My church, and the gates of Hades will not prevail against it."  Sounds like it has a future despite our efforts to undermine and create something compatible with what we want it to be.  If the gates of Hades, or as some translations would have it, the gates of Hell, cannot stand against it, why should we worry and lose friends over its future?    

There are a few things that are easy to overlook with this verse.  One, Jesus speaks of the church as something He is going to build.  He is not going to be dependent on folks like us to build a building, create a denomination, or figure out what it should do.  He is the Great Architect who laid the foundation and Who continues to design it according to His specs.    And, secondly, the church which Jesus builds is not a church on the defensive, but one on the offense.  No bastion of evil will be able to stand against it for it has prevailing power.    

So, as  Alfred E. Neuman would say, "What, me worry?"  It surely seems that these days are full of chaos and confusion and concern over the future of the church, but the Word of God gives us every assurance that this spiritual community birthed midst the fire and wind of the Holy Spirit is not going anywhere.  Folks like me and you may think we can shape it and determine its future, but no matter what we think we are doing, in the end this spiritual community centered on Jesus and the power of the resurrection will be left standing to accomplish whatever it is that God has planned for its future.  

A Personal Re-Write

Today I spent some time re-writng a poem which never got off the ground. Though the lines seemed to have some possibilities, they never passed the personal quality control manager who put them into ink.  Back and forth and up and down the words went, but still they never seemed to fit.  I was tempted a time or two to give it up and push the delete icon which would have resolved my dilemma forever; however, the images and the hope which birthed them would not let me make such a drastic move.  So, at the end of the hour, I left the printed words scattered across the white space of the page for another day.    

At the end of the writing session I remembered a saying that made the rounds some time ago which told us, "God is not through with me yet."  I am glad such is true.  I am not sure what my writing dilemma is called, but I know what God's incomplete work with me is called.  John Wesley spoke of it as sanctification.  Sanctification is such a scary word for most of us who seek to understand how God works in our life.  We are tempted to think it refers to some advanced degree of sainthood when it actually speaks of the way the Holy Spirit seeks permission to work miracles of grace in our life.  

The miracle speaks of a deep awareness of holy presence and an inner desire to live under the authority of the Spirit who seeks to transform our heart so that it bears a resemblance to the heart of Christ.  At one time long ago, I thought of sanctification as a completed event which was good for the duration of life, but later came to realize it was not about an event but about a life, not about something accomplished but about something in progress.  When we hear the word it enables us to remember that God is still out there bringing together what is scattered and out of sync into an inner wholeness which makes our heart fit for the Kingdom to which He leads us.  

Opening the Hand

After my mother was sure I had memorized the 23rd Psalm, she taught me John 3:16.  Slow down and say it aloud with me, "For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him may not perish but may have eternal life."  Some say it is the gospel in nutshell and, perhaps, it is.  What I know is that I learned it almost before I have memory of having memory and it still lingers around in the memory that brings back memories to me again and again.  It is, indeed, a powerful and life changing verse of Scripture.    

What I also remember is the discovery of the verse which follows it.  John 3:17 says, "Indeed, God did not send the Son into the world to condemn the world, but in order that the world might be saved through Him."  John 3:16 might well be the most memorized verse of Scripture in the Bible and John 3:17 might well be one of the most forgotten and ignored.  It is always easier for us to point a finger at what we regard as someone else's indiscretion, or sin, without ever looking in the mirror long enough to see our own.  The letter to the Romans helps us in this matter as it says, "...all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23) and "There is no one who is righteous, not even one..." (Romans 3:10)  It seems we need to open up the hand that points so it can be a hand that receives.   

Jesus did not come for the business of condemnation, but for the business of salvation and deliverance.  He did not come to point out our failures, but to point out our possiblities.  He did not come to trap us in the sins of our past, but to deliver us into the hope of our future.  After Jesus washed the feet of His disciples, He said to them, "...you also should do as I have done to you."  (John 13:16)   As Jesus has given us grace, so are we to give grace to one another.

Smoky Remembrances

When you have pecan trees on a farm, there is always something to do.  Pecans fall on the ground for a few months late in the year, but limbs are always falling.  There are always limbs and branches on the ground needing attention.  These early Spring days have been spent cleaning up, gathering some of those limbs, and putting them in a burn pile.  This afternoon while cleaning up some of the raised beds in the garden, I caught the smell of smoke from the burn pile, looked over in the direction of the fire, and thought of Simon Peter.   

There were two significant moments when Peter could smell the smoke from a fire burning near him.  Both are a  part of the narrative remembered in the Lenten and Easter season.  When Jesus was led away on the night of betrayal, Peter followed and found himself with others at a courtyard outside the high priest's house.  One of the details of the night is found in Luke 22:55: "When they had kindled a fire in the middle of the courtyard and sat down together, Peter sat among them."  While Peter was sitting there smelling the smoke which was washing over him, he three times vehemently denied knowing Jesus.   

The second significant smoke story is told after the resurrection when the risen Jesus fixed breakfast for the disciples on the beach.  When they got out of their boat that morning, the story says, "When they had gone ashore, they saw a charcoal fire there, with fish on it and bread."  (John 21:9)  With the taste of cooked fish in his mouth and the smell of smoke in his nose, Peter later walked down the beach with Jesus where Peter was asked three times about his love for the One whose arm rested on his shoulder as they walked.  Whenever Peter smelled smoke again, he must have remembered the smoke of sorrow and denial and the smoke of forgivenss and love.  These days of Lent cause us to remember with sorrow our own moments of denying the Christ and as Easter dawns we will once again be reminded of how we are loved and forgiven by the One who has died and risen for us.  

Morning Worship

I do not know that I had ever seen what I saw this morning in worship.  Was it six, or eight, or more?  It was more, more like ten or twelve, or more who came forward one at a time for the water.  Some came  to sit in a big tub and then laid back in the water until they disappeared underneath its shimmering suface.  Others came and stood before the preacher and were sprinkled lightly from the baptismal font.  As each one moved from this moment which belonged to each one of them in such a unique way, the whole congregation applauded  It was not light, polite, socially appropriate hand clapping, but boistrous and enthusiastic, the kind which belonged to a celebration.   

After all the baptisms came moments for large groups of people, some very old and some very young, some alone and some as whole familes, and as each group came they confessed their faith in Christ, their desire to be a  part of this newly formed Methodist Church, and then more clapping.  The worship service started at 9:30 and ended around 11:30 and no one stirred to move out of that place before the benediciton.  It was a couple of hours which stirred this old worn out Methodist preacher with a hope not felt in a long time. When I finally left the fellowship table, I wished that I could go back and do the whole thing again.  

I had no idea such was going to happen when I made the decision to say "yes' to an invitation of a cousin to attend worship at his church.  I am grateful for his invitation.  I am grateful for an opportunity to stand in the midst of so many people so excited about professing their faith in Christ.  I am grateful for the memory those folks will have of this day.  I am grateful, too, for my own memory of the baptismal waters touching me, for my memories of being blessed to baptize so many through the years of my ministry, and most of all, grateful for the Christ who is still calling folks like you and me to step forward in faith into the stream of His grace for a life changing moment.                                                        

The Gift of Silence

The loudest sound here at the farm is the silence.  It is like a running stream of water racing over rocks and makeshift dams caused by falling limbs.  It is constant.  Steady.  Overwhelming.  Once you have stood in it, felt its refreshing power moving all around you, and know its moods, it becomes an unmistakable memory to which you are forever drawn.  

There is no getting away from the silence that envelopes this part of the Creation.  It is the first thing which greets those who arrive from the busy world at the other end of the dirt road that goes from here to the paved road and the last thing heard before the eyes close in sleep.    When I arrived here after nearly four decades in the pulpit, I could not see it as a gift from God.  It was just a farm.  I was happy to be here, but my eyes were closed to the way being surrounded every day by the stillness of Creation would change forever my view of myself and my perception of God.  

As I moved away from a ministry of preaching and doing the work of the church to a ministry of being and writing, I slowly discovered that the muse which inspired me was the Creation itself and the silence that filled it.   It was, and is, a Holy Muse.  Truly, the silence here is like the silence Elijah heard on Mount Horeb  After a great wind came, after the mountains and rocks split in the earthquake, and after a great fire, Elijah heard in the sheer silence the voice of the Lord. (I Kings 19:11-14)  I never expected it to happen here on this simple farm.  I never expected to find myself in a place so filled with a silence which would enable my spirit to hear that small unmistakable voice of God speaking through every part of the Creation which surrounded me.  It is most assuredly a gift of grace.

A Bit of Advice

Some days difficult things and difficult people just seem to race to be at a place just ahead of us.  Faster than we can absorb what is happening, we find our emotions overrun, our minds losing the capacity for being rational, and our spirit crying out, "Not one more thing!"  But, of course, that does not stop the one more thing from coming.  It still comes and usually one more thing behind it.  On those days we find ourselves wondering why we even got out of bed.   

If there is any comfort in having company, such days come to all of us and with more frequency than we care to admit.  There are, of course, many folks out there who give the impression to be in the know when it comes to handling life's difficult days, but it is often true, too, that what works for one will not work for another.  And, having offered such an opinion about the advice of others, I will take a moment to offer some of my own.  It is not that I am any wiser than the experts, but that I have lived long enough not to care what the experts say when what they say goes against the grain of decades of experience.   

What is so very important is what we take into the day with us.  Being quiet somewhere in the beginning of the day is important.  There is always a need to be in touch with who we are and, if we are those who live trusting in God, it is also important to align our spirit with His Spirit.  Being in sync with the Creative Spirit who brought us into being will enable us to respond to life, not according to its difficulties, but according to the One who seeks to express His love and grace through us.  When the Apostle Paul wrote, "I have learned to be content..."  (Philippians 4:11), he was declaring that he had learned to live well despite the difficultes of the worst days.  His testimony can be our reality.