I don't remember ever caring about the desert. My few trips were hasty ones, passing through as if the desert terrain was merely to be endured until reaching our final destination--the mountains, the ocean, etc.
A few years ago we began traveling to the Scottsdale-Phoenix area to watch the SF Giants in Spring Training. Our third trip in four years concluded on Tuesday and I realize that the greatest "high" for me in our eleven days away was NOT the SF Giants (they lost three of the four games we watched!) nor the great restaurants we ate at (don't miss Banderas in Scottsdale), but the beauty and the majesty of the desert.
Someone once remarked to me, "You have to be really old and bored to enjoy the desert!" I qualify in at least fifty percent of that equation--and I am not bored!--but I confess I have come to love the desert. We have hiked many miles over its terrain and just last week climbed a small but challenging mountain trail in Usery Park near Mesa, Arizona. I was overwhelmed by its quiet beauty and astonished again by how small vibrant flowers can grow literally out of rock formations on the dry desert floor. The giant saguaro cacti and the prolific yellow flowers that dotted the landscape against brown and green desert flora and fauna was exhilarating to examine and contemplate.
Some of the early mystics wandered off to the desert to think and to contemplate. I used to wonder why they "escaped" to the desert with all of its barrenness but I have discovered that it holds the same appeal for me. I wrote about it while there.
Pieces of bright yellow-like fresh patches on a tattered green quilt
Peaking through the desert maze like beacons of bright light.
Stately saguaros stand like sentinels guarding the landscape
Towering above the restless shrubbery tickled by gentle morning breezes.
Light brown quail feverishly peck at the spotty dry grass
Searching for a morning delicacy to propel them on their daily flight.
Vibrant red flowers punctuate the yellow-graced flora
Framing the backdrop of graceful palo verdes spreading their sinewy branches.
A grey-blue sky brushed with cloudy white streaks
Hovering over a still spring morning anticipates the glare of hot afternoon sun.
And I, in my quiet contemplative morning solitude
Awaiting the call of creation's sweet embrace and glory
Rest in the knowledge that the one who spoke life into desert spaces
Delighting in my happiness and joy meets me here with His love and grace.
Wednesday, March 16, 2016
Monday, February 23, 2015
Once a pastor, always a pastor
I recently decided to take a break from FB because I discovered I was slowly slipping into pastoral mode every time I read of a friend's need or heard a cry for help. I realized that though I had retired from active full-time pastoral ministry over eighteen months ago, I actually was "back in the saddle".
I have been trying to figure out why this has happened, since I left the pastoral ministry I loved willingly--mostly because I was tired. In reading the book BEING MORTAL by Atul Gawande, a NY Times bestseller, I was reminded that what keeps us functional and productive is the desire to be/feel "significant". Having recently "celebrated" my sixty-seventh birthday, I have been rehashing these last months and asking if I am still feeling significant.
Such a question wreaks at some levels of self-absorption and pride; at another level for me, however, I think it links me to the core value I have that my significance is found in my relationship to Jesus Christ and my pursuit of His purpose for my life. Since I was twelve years old--and a rebel at that--I have never doubted that God called my to pastoral ministry, birthing within my heart, a love for people and a sensitivity to their needs. Though my circumstances have changed, my heart and passion has not.
I am resolved that God's call to pastoral ministry has only changed in scope and setting for me. God has opened numerous doors for me--teaching occasionally at a Chinese church, leading adult SS electives at our church, mentoring young pastors, coaching our growth group shepherds, "pastoring" our homeless through God's Storehouse (church program providing food for 150 families weekly), directing our pastors in Haiti through TLC, and through my weekly sessions with counseling clients--that my opportunities to shepherd are ongoing.
The daily challenge for me is to know when to say "no", and to realize that I can't fix anyone--that's God's job. Its's my welcomed privilege to point people to Christ, and to share how He uniquely is poised to meet their needs.
Once a pastor, always a pastor. That's how I affirm my significance in Christ.
I have been trying to figure out why this has happened, since I left the pastoral ministry I loved willingly--mostly because I was tired. In reading the book BEING MORTAL by Atul Gawande, a NY Times bestseller, I was reminded that what keeps us functional and productive is the desire to be/feel "significant". Having recently "celebrated" my sixty-seventh birthday, I have been rehashing these last months and asking if I am still feeling significant.
Such a question wreaks at some levels of self-absorption and pride; at another level for me, however, I think it links me to the core value I have that my significance is found in my relationship to Jesus Christ and my pursuit of His purpose for my life. Since I was twelve years old--and a rebel at that--I have never doubted that God called my to pastoral ministry, birthing within my heart, a love for people and a sensitivity to their needs. Though my circumstances have changed, my heart and passion has not.
I am resolved that God's call to pastoral ministry has only changed in scope and setting for me. God has opened numerous doors for me--teaching occasionally at a Chinese church, leading adult SS electives at our church, mentoring young pastors, coaching our growth group shepherds, "pastoring" our homeless through God's Storehouse (church program providing food for 150 families weekly), directing our pastors in Haiti through TLC, and through my weekly sessions with counseling clients--that my opportunities to shepherd are ongoing.
The daily challenge for me is to know when to say "no", and to realize that I can't fix anyone--that's God's job. Its's my welcomed privilege to point people to Christ, and to share how He uniquely is poised to meet their needs.
Once a pastor, always a pastor. That's how I affirm my significance in Christ.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Update on Haiti
Several exciting things are happening in Haiti and they reflect the burgeoning needs we confront as we work there.
*Our Marriage Seminar in February brought 400 pastors and wives to consider what a godly marriage looked like. One pastor's wife commented, "My husband came home and apologized for the way he had been treating me and promised to change."
*In February we were challenged by a small orhpanage housed in tents and have since, due to the vision of Nancy Stevens, begun to raise funds for a building where 25 of these children are currently staying under the direction of Mrs. Dorcely.
*In May we ministered to 350 pastors in Port au Prince and Les Cayes utilizing the text books our support team helped to purchase--"Basic Bible Doctrine. This is a critical class in helping our pastors understand the fundamentals of the faith as revealed in the Word.
*In July a group of 19 from Grace Fellowship Church including nine teens will travel to Haiti to hold Vacation Bible School classes for over 1000 children; additionally, Wendy Chadwick, director of The Bridge, will spend time evaluating a program that currently matches 46 students form the school at Carrefourpoy with church families.
*In August, a seminar training teachers will be offered in Port au Prince as well as a teaching class on the book of Acts. Doug and Nancy Stevens are spearheading this effort.
*In November Logan Carnell and I will return to finish the second half of Basic Bible Doctrine; after this, only one class remains for our students to complete--Homiletics--in May, 2015, prior to graduation.
It's a huge challenge to meet the needs of our Haitian brothers and sisters. Our primary focus remains training pastors to lead and guide their congregations to the true help and hope we find in Christ. For more information, contact me at daleabarrett@gmail.com.
*Our Marriage Seminar in February brought 400 pastors and wives to consider what a godly marriage looked like. One pastor's wife commented, "My husband came home and apologized for the way he had been treating me and promised to change."
*In February we were challenged by a small orhpanage housed in tents and have since, due to the vision of Nancy Stevens, begun to raise funds for a building where 25 of these children are currently staying under the direction of Mrs. Dorcely.
*In May we ministered to 350 pastors in Port au Prince and Les Cayes utilizing the text books our support team helped to purchase--"Basic Bible Doctrine. This is a critical class in helping our pastors understand the fundamentals of the faith as revealed in the Word.
*In July a group of 19 from Grace Fellowship Church including nine teens will travel to Haiti to hold Vacation Bible School classes for over 1000 children; additionally, Wendy Chadwick, director of The Bridge, will spend time evaluating a program that currently matches 46 students form the school at Carrefourpoy with church families.
*In August, a seminar training teachers will be offered in Port au Prince as well as a teaching class on the book of Acts. Doug and Nancy Stevens are spearheading this effort.
*In November Logan Carnell and I will return to finish the second half of Basic Bible Doctrine; after this, only one class remains for our students to complete--Homiletics--in May, 2015, prior to graduation.
It's a huge challenge to meet the needs of our Haitian brothers and sisters. Our primary focus remains training pastors to lead and guide their congregations to the true help and hope we find in Christ. For more information, contact me at daleabarrett@gmail.com.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
winning and losing and losing
I am an SF Giant's fan. A fair weather fan, I guess.
They have lost 10 of their last 13 and most of those to lower echelon teams. I am tired of watching them; in fact, my patience grows thin as I watch them either not pitch or not hit or both.
They started the season with a soft whimper that crescendoed to a loud roar. I loved watching them and applauded their better-than-expected fortunes that watched them climb to a 42-21 record, the best in the majors. Since then, reality has set in.
And I don't want to watch any more.
I wonder as I sit and mope in my office/bedroom as they are losing badly again to a bad team, how it would be if God was a fair weather fan of mine--if He only showed up to applaud my occasional victories and disappeared at my recurrent defeats.
God is a more than fair weather fan of mine. He is my advocate, my counselor, my Great Physician, my constant friend.
He's not like me.
Maybe I will figure it out. Until then I'm in my office.
They have lost 10 of their last 13 and most of those to lower echelon teams. I am tired of watching them; in fact, my patience grows thin as I watch them either not pitch or not hit or both.
They started the season with a soft whimper that crescendoed to a loud roar. I loved watching them and applauded their better-than-expected fortunes that watched them climb to a 42-21 record, the best in the majors. Since then, reality has set in.
And I don't want to watch any more.
I wonder as I sit and mope in my office/bedroom as they are losing badly again to a bad team, how it would be if God was a fair weather fan of mine--if He only showed up to applaud my occasional victories and disappeared at my recurrent defeats.
God is a more than fair weather fan of mine. He is my advocate, my counselor, my Great Physician, my constant friend.
He's not like me.
Maybe I will figure it out. Until then I'm in my office.
Friday, April 11, 2014
once a pastor, always a pastor
I have been retired from the pastoral ministry for over a year now. It ha s been a much more difficult transition than I envisioned. I have been engaging in some self-talk (I suppose people wonder why I am talking to myself...) and asking, "Why?" "Isn't this what you wanted?" "Isn't this how you felt God was directing your life path?" The answer to both of those questions is a resounding "yes". I would add without hesitation that not for a moment have I ever felt I made the wrong decision.
Still, it has been difficult. And I guess, in the final analysis, after forty-six years of being a pastor, it is "painfully" true--once a pastor, always a pastor. I think it's mostly the things I miss, like...
Preaching and teaching--I prayed, prepared and looked forward to the task of sharing the Word of God every Sunday morning and nothing gave me a greater sense of fulfillment than standing in the pulpit--fearful though the responsibility was--and proclaiming the truth of God's Word.
Staff meetings--I loved the guys (and ladies) I worked with. We were a team and each of them contributed something special to my life. Having just shared in a memorial service for our former pastor to senior adults, i was reminded of how many good times of fellowship and deep friendship we as a staff shared together.
Work days--I enjoyed working shoulder-to-shoulder with the men of the church. There is something about getting your hands dirty and breaking a sweat that creates a bond with your brothers-in-Christ. We spent a lot of hours together building a facility and maintaining the grounds, and I personally enjoyed that.
Crisis visitation and counseling--I was drawn to the "fellowship of suffering", recognizing that deep attachments are formed in the valley of suffering and even death. It was in those times of coming alongside those in need with the comfort and counsel of the Word that I felt the presence of God most real.
Worship and music--I loved our music and every Sunday morning Beverly and I came early for a sneak preview of the music for the morning. It was always a special time for both of us and we were doubly-blessed, because we heard it several times. There was a comfort zone with out worship leader and our worship teams that I miss.
Yes, there are some things I don't miss--I am glad I am not in charge, that I don't have to make key decisions, that I can go home at night and be truly done with my work, and that my phone rings less.
But I miss the pastoral ministry that gave me such joy for so many years.
Before anyone feels sorry for me, let me assure you that we attend a great church pastored by my stepson. He's even let me preach, and recently, I concluded a ten part series on "Commitment: The VOW Factor in Marriage" for an adult SS elective. I am doing referral pastoral counseling for the church pastors and enjoying a Growth Group in which we participate. I have had some mentoring opportunities as well, so we remain committed to ministry.
And sometimes, even for a moment, I still feel like a pastor.
Still, it has been difficult. And I guess, in the final analysis, after forty-six years of being a pastor, it is "painfully" true--once a pastor, always a pastor. I think it's mostly the things I miss, like...
Preaching and teaching--I prayed, prepared and looked forward to the task of sharing the Word of God every Sunday morning and nothing gave me a greater sense of fulfillment than standing in the pulpit--fearful though the responsibility was--and proclaiming the truth of God's Word.
Staff meetings--I loved the guys (and ladies) I worked with. We were a team and each of them contributed something special to my life. Having just shared in a memorial service for our former pastor to senior adults, i was reminded of how many good times of fellowship and deep friendship we as a staff shared together.
Work days--I enjoyed working shoulder-to-shoulder with the men of the church. There is something about getting your hands dirty and breaking a sweat that creates a bond with your brothers-in-Christ. We spent a lot of hours together building a facility and maintaining the grounds, and I personally enjoyed that.
Crisis visitation and counseling--I was drawn to the "fellowship of suffering", recognizing that deep attachments are formed in the valley of suffering and even death. It was in those times of coming alongside those in need with the comfort and counsel of the Word that I felt the presence of God most real.
Worship and music--I loved our music and every Sunday morning Beverly and I came early for a sneak preview of the music for the morning. It was always a special time for both of us and we were doubly-blessed, because we heard it several times. There was a comfort zone with out worship leader and our worship teams that I miss.
Yes, there are some things I don't miss--I am glad I am not in charge, that I don't have to make key decisions, that I can go home at night and be truly done with my work, and that my phone rings less.
But I miss the pastoral ministry that gave me such joy for so many years.
Before anyone feels sorry for me, let me assure you that we attend a great church pastored by my stepson. He's even let me preach, and recently, I concluded a ten part series on "Commitment: The VOW Factor in Marriage" for an adult SS elective. I am doing referral pastoral counseling for the church pastors and enjoying a Growth Group in which we participate. I have had some mentoring opportunities as well, so we remain committed to ministry.
And sometimes, even for a moment, I still feel like a pastor.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Uneasiness
I awakened today to an unexplained sense of uneasiness. Where did it come from? Why did it assault me in the early uncomplicated hours of the morning? Why did it leave me feeling nauseous and almost, for a moment, panicky?
It is several hours later and a sense of calm has come over me. I have been reflective in between counseling appointments and have made several observations about my morning demeanor.
1. I am uneasy because I am worried. I am worried about things over which I have zero control. How foolish is that?
2. I am uneasy because I have two close friends in critical physical condition and
I am fearful for them. Both are believers and both are at peace with God. What is this "third party" fearfulness?
3. I am uneasy because I am stuck with how to deal with some issues of personal discipline that are haunting me. Why did I eat so many late night snacks...again? What about my blood sugar numbers do I need to remember when I am careless?
4. I am uneasy because I don't like some emotional hurts I am still harboring. It pains me to see me unable--unwilling--to release hurt and disappointment to the Lord when generally I have done this more easily. What's the point in not releasing these? How am I helped by continuing to rehearse them?
5. I am uneasy because my car is all of a sudden costing me a significant amount of money. More today after already spending big bucks this week. I have the money, so why am I groaning after eight years of owning this car and never before having to spend any money except for basic maintenance?
I can figure this all out in my head, but my flesh clamors for my emotional engagement in these areas, no matter how counter-productive it may be.
I bowed my head this morning and prayed. "God, you know my needs, you know me. You know my heart is to trust you even when my flesh lags behind. I give my uneasiness to you and ask for your peace this moment. Thank you, Lord."
I am ready for another counseling appointment. They may have issues of uneasiness to process as well. I know the answer...
It is several hours later and a sense of calm has come over me. I have been reflective in between counseling appointments and have made several observations about my morning demeanor.
1. I am uneasy because I am worried. I am worried about things over which I have zero control. How foolish is that?
2. I am uneasy because I have two close friends in critical physical condition and
I am fearful for them. Both are believers and both are at peace with God. What is this "third party" fearfulness?
3. I am uneasy because I am stuck with how to deal with some issues of personal discipline that are haunting me. Why did I eat so many late night snacks...again? What about my blood sugar numbers do I need to remember when I am careless?
4. I am uneasy because I don't like some emotional hurts I am still harboring. It pains me to see me unable--unwilling--to release hurt and disappointment to the Lord when generally I have done this more easily. What's the point in not releasing these? How am I helped by continuing to rehearse them?
5. I am uneasy because my car is all of a sudden costing me a significant amount of money. More today after already spending big bucks this week. I have the money, so why am I groaning after eight years of owning this car and never before having to spend any money except for basic maintenance?
I can figure this all out in my head, but my flesh clamors for my emotional engagement in these areas, no matter how counter-productive it may be.
I bowed my head this morning and prayed. "God, you know my needs, you know me. You know my heart is to trust you even when my flesh lags behind. I give my uneasiness to you and ask for your peace this moment. Thank you, Lord."
I am ready for another counseling appointment. They may have issues of uneasiness to process as well. I know the answer...
Thursday, March 06, 2014
Missions and me
We attended our first missionary conference at our new church home this last week. The emphasis was on understanding the Islamic faith and identifying effective ways for sharing our faith. We enjoyed the opportunities we had to listen to stories from faithful missionaries to Muslims around the world.
For the first time in a long time I was not the pastor in charge of promoting the conference; I was a participant, a layman, a listener. It was a new place for me to be in many ways. The challenge as a pastor was to try to figure out how the message of missions could be translated to lay people in such a way that they would be more than spectators. I never felt that we accomplished that as well as I would have liked.
What I remembered today was this--a burden for the lost is something God places in our hearts. John tells us that as believers it is impossible to see our brother in need and NOT respond...IF the love of Christ dwells within us. See I John 3:16,17. Although the context is physical needs, it is impossible to not make the connection to spiritual needs.
Missions conferences can help us visualize the plight of people around the world in a dramatic way--but only a life indwelt by the Holy Spirit can respond with Christ-like love for the plight of those who desperately need Him.
Such love motivates action. My question from the conference--"What am I doing to fulfill God's commission to help carry the gospel to the world?"
I am thinking about it; what about you?
For the first time in a long time I was not the pastor in charge of promoting the conference; I was a participant, a layman, a listener. It was a new place for me to be in many ways. The challenge as a pastor was to try to figure out how the message of missions could be translated to lay people in such a way that they would be more than spectators. I never felt that we accomplished that as well as I would have liked.
What I remembered today was this--a burden for the lost is something God places in our hearts. John tells us that as believers it is impossible to see our brother in need and NOT respond...IF the love of Christ dwells within us. See I John 3:16,17. Although the context is physical needs, it is impossible to not make the connection to spiritual needs.
Missions conferences can help us visualize the plight of people around the world in a dramatic way--but only a life indwelt by the Holy Spirit can respond with Christ-like love for the plight of those who desperately need Him.
Such love motivates action. My question from the conference--"What am I doing to fulfill God's commission to help carry the gospel to the world?"
I am thinking about it; what about you?
Thursday, February 20, 2014
THE VANISHING EVANGELICAL
I recently completed Calvin Miller's book, THE VANISHING EVANGELICAL. Miller died before the book was published and it was his last salvo directed at a church he grieved as being in its death throes.
The book is not light reading. Miller seems a lot caustic in his criticism of the mega church movement and what he calls the emergence of "jumbotron". He is not unfairly judgmental, but his wide-sweeping condemnation is painful when applied to many popular televangelists and authors who have "contributed" to the current evangelical movement.
Miller suggests that the mega church movement has been caught up in the corporate lifestyle and philosophy of "doing business" and though its goal of reaching more with the gospel may be valid, the "stripped down" version contrived to make the gospel more marketable has diminished the evangelical movement and its potential for impact on our culture.
Enough said...it's a good read and a call to us as individuals to think about what God has called us to individually as believers and collectively, as His body--the church.
Here's how I was affected by what I read...
1. I attend a church of about 1000-1200 pastored by my stepson. The church is growing and getting ready to move to three services. How can they (we) guard against the temptation to accommodate a growing number by re-shaping the message? Fortunately, I can attest to the rigid determined stance of my pastor against the "dumbing down" of the gospel.
2. I am a retired pastor and I am continually asking God what my role is in this season of my life. I am an evangelical--and I am committed to affirming the essential elements of the gospel creed while at the same time looking for opportunities to share it with others. I am looking right now for someone to disciple.
Read the book. Don't be discouraged. Resist the temptation to be absorbed by our culture and another unwitting member of the vanishing evangelical crowd.
Thursday, February 06, 2014
A "day off"
Tomorrow I have a "day off".
Currently, there is nothing on my calendar and Bev and I have determined that nothing shall invade or "corrupt" our coveted "day off".
A "day off" is new jargon in my new world. In my former work place there was an expectation that I would take time off but more often than not, being a self-confessed "workaholic", I worked even on my "day off". It became a joke around the house about which phone call I would answer and which "emergency" I would respond to. It was not the church's fault; it was all on me.
With my semi-retired status I am discovering the joy of a "day off" but acknowledging, as well, the opportunity to answer three questions relevant to my stewardship of this gift-- How can I glorify God? How can I serve my wife? How can I enjoy myself?
I am not sure about tomorrow's agenda--Bev says we can't have one--but I am confident this gift from God will be used wisely and we will return to the regimen of life with renewed energy and purpose.
Take a "day off"...and enjoy it!
Currently, there is nothing on my calendar and Bev and I have determined that nothing shall invade or "corrupt" our coveted "day off".
A "day off" is new jargon in my new world. In my former work place there was an expectation that I would take time off but more often than not, being a self-confessed "workaholic", I worked even on my "day off". It became a joke around the house about which phone call I would answer and which "emergency" I would respond to. It was not the church's fault; it was all on me.
With my semi-retired status I am discovering the joy of a "day off" but acknowledging, as well, the opportunity to answer three questions relevant to my stewardship of this gift-- How can I glorify God? How can I serve my wife? How can I enjoy myself?
I am not sure about tomorrow's agenda--Bev says we can't have one--but I am confident this gift from God will be used wisely and we will return to the regimen of life with renewed energy and purpose.
Take a "day off"...and enjoy it!
Thursday, January 30, 2014
My sphere of influence
I keep thinking about the people I rub shoulders with every day.
Do they know Christ?
What's going on in their lives?
Can I say something that will make a difference in their day?
How can I show Christ to them?
Am I willing to be involved in a relationship with them if that is required?
Being semi-retired, my life looks a lot different. There is this new thing called "discretionary time". Don't get me wrong. The common disclaimer--"I'm busier now than I was when I was working full-time" has crossed my mind more than once.
But only for a moment. The reality is I no longer work every day and my sixty hour work weeks look more like twenty hour weeks. That's a lot more time for which to be accountable as I see it.
Not that I need to account for every minute, nor do I need to fill every moment with activity and responsibility. But I do get to make choices about the use of my time that are new and exciting for me.
So back to the opening paragraph. These are the questions I've been grappling with now that I am no longer a senior pastor with a reimbursed job description--as it were--that provided a platform for me to do the Lord's work.
I am also being influenced by a book on Discipleship by Jim Putman and the intentionality of it. God called me to be a disciple and to make disciples, and that calling has not changed as I have moved from clergy (that's a high brow word) to the laity.
Following Bible study today to men approached me about meeting with them individually for coffee. I think God may be opening the doors of opportunity for me once again.
How about your sphere of influence? Dare to ask the important questions...
Do they know Christ?
What's going on in their lives?
Can I say something that will make a difference in their day?
How can I show Christ to them?
Am I willing to be involved in a relationship with them if that is required?
Being semi-retired, my life looks a lot different. There is this new thing called "discretionary time". Don't get me wrong. The common disclaimer--"I'm busier now than I was when I was working full-time" has crossed my mind more than once.
But only for a moment. The reality is I no longer work every day and my sixty hour work weeks look more like twenty hour weeks. That's a lot more time for which to be accountable as I see it.
Not that I need to account for every minute, nor do I need to fill every moment with activity and responsibility. But I do get to make choices about the use of my time that are new and exciting for me.
So back to the opening paragraph. These are the questions I've been grappling with now that I am no longer a senior pastor with a reimbursed job description--as it were--that provided a platform for me to do the Lord's work.
I am also being influenced by a book on Discipleship by Jim Putman and the intentionality of it. God called me to be a disciple and to make disciples, and that calling has not changed as I have moved from clergy (that's a high brow word) to the laity.
Following Bible study today to men approached me about meeting with them individually for coffee. I think God may be opening the doors of opportunity for me once again.
How about your sphere of influence? Dare to ask the important questions...
Thursday, January 16, 2014
At HOME
For seventeen years Amador County was my home...and a good one, at that.
I had a great fulfilling job, a wonderful group of friends, a beautiful home, family nearby...and the beauty of the surrounding area--from the towering mountains and snow of Lake Tahoe to the vineyards and rolling hills of the Shenandoah Valley.
I have missed my home and all of the memories associated with it.
But recently I have begun to feel at home in San Luis Obispo County. There are a lot of reasons for that, including, two sons (and their wives), eight grandchildren, the Pacific Ocean, Grace SLO Church, and the general beauty of the area, even though the hills are brown--not green--due to the drought we are experiencing.
I am also slowly building my counseling business, and, recently, began teaching a SS Marriage Seminar and attending a church growth group. I am getting involved at church and beginning to meet the wonderful people of our new church family.
And, we are making friends; we have discovered that is a challenging process because we have special friendships that we have made in Amador County that we will always hold close to our hearts and treasure--and those friendships may be enough. But God is leading new people into our lives as well.
We are thankful.
We attended Grace Fellowship Church a few weeks ago and were warmly-received. We saw my family over the holidays and celebrated the Christmas season together. We "oohed" and "awed" at the residual fall colors still present in Amador County (the seasons are less conspicuous on the Central Coast). And I felt a little sad when we headed home.
But I knew...I was heading home.
I had a great fulfilling job, a wonderful group of friends, a beautiful home, family nearby...and the beauty of the surrounding area--from the towering mountains and snow of Lake Tahoe to the vineyards and rolling hills of the Shenandoah Valley.
I have missed my home and all of the memories associated with it.
But recently I have begun to feel at home in San Luis Obispo County. There are a lot of reasons for that, including, two sons (and their wives), eight grandchildren, the Pacific Ocean, Grace SLO Church, and the general beauty of the area, even though the hills are brown--not green--due to the drought we are experiencing.
I am also slowly building my counseling business, and, recently, began teaching a SS Marriage Seminar and attending a church growth group. I am getting involved at church and beginning to meet the wonderful people of our new church family.
And, we are making friends; we have discovered that is a challenging process because we have special friendships that we have made in Amador County that we will always hold close to our hearts and treasure--and those friendships may be enough. But God is leading new people into our lives as well.
We are thankful.
We attended Grace Fellowship Church a few weeks ago and were warmly-received. We saw my family over the holidays and celebrated the Christmas season together. We "oohed" and "awed" at the residual fall colors still present in Amador County (the seasons are less conspicuous on the Central Coast). And I felt a little sad when we headed home.
But I knew...I was heading home.
Friday, January 03, 2014
Pain and Suffering
Three factors, seemingly unrelated, have converged in my life and are giving me pause to reflect at the outset of this new year.
1. I have been reading WALKING WITH GOD THROUGH PAIN AND SUFFERING by Tim Keller, one of my favorite authors. His sensitive and scholarly approach to a difficult subject have challenged me to carefully rethink how I deal with those I counsel who are experiencing suffering.
2. Some friends gave Beverly and me two cds with the testimony of Darlene Rose--"I Will Never Leave Thee"--a former missionary who suffered greatly and is now with the Lord. Her words of courage and confidence literally "blew me away". I can't think of any other words to accurately describe my response as I listened intently driving home from Northern California after Christmas.
3. My dear friend, Joel, was diagnosed two days ago with a large brain tumor, probably malignant, and he faces surgery and chemo in the upcoming days. Joel is married and has two young sons--he is about forty and just beginning a new ministry--and now he is facing, perhaps, the greatest challenge of his young life. His trust in God is unshaken and we are believing God for His strength, grace and healing in the days ahead.
Pain and suffering are everywhere I look. In my own life I have had comparatively little of either but in what I have experienced God's grace has been more than enough to get through. The "bonus" is that there are some lessons I have learned in those times that have been life-changing. I am not sure I would have learned them any other way.
I recommend the book, and I encourage listening to Darlene's vibrant testimony. I ask you, as well, to join with me in prayer for Joel and his family as they journey through these difficult days. Most of all, if you're going through a time of pain and suffering, my prayer is that you will remember--as God is reminding me--that His Son suffered for us, that He understands our suffering. I pray, too, that you will discover His promised grace and help. Hebrews 4:16.
1. I have been reading WALKING WITH GOD THROUGH PAIN AND SUFFERING by Tim Keller, one of my favorite authors. His sensitive and scholarly approach to a difficult subject have challenged me to carefully rethink how I deal with those I counsel who are experiencing suffering.
2. Some friends gave Beverly and me two cds with the testimony of Darlene Rose--"I Will Never Leave Thee"--a former missionary who suffered greatly and is now with the Lord. Her words of courage and confidence literally "blew me away". I can't think of any other words to accurately describe my response as I listened intently driving home from Northern California after Christmas.
3. My dear friend, Joel, was diagnosed two days ago with a large brain tumor, probably malignant, and he faces surgery and chemo in the upcoming days. Joel is married and has two young sons--he is about forty and just beginning a new ministry--and now he is facing, perhaps, the greatest challenge of his young life. His trust in God is unshaken and we are believing God for His strength, grace and healing in the days ahead.
Pain and suffering are everywhere I look. In my own life I have had comparatively little of either but in what I have experienced God's grace has been more than enough to get through. The "bonus" is that there are some lessons I have learned in those times that have been life-changing. I am not sure I would have learned them any other way.
I recommend the book, and I encourage listening to Darlene's vibrant testimony. I ask you, as well, to join with me in prayer for Joel and his family as they journey through these difficult days. Most of all, if you're going through a time of pain and suffering, my prayer is that you will remember--as God is reminding me--that His Son suffered for us, that He understands our suffering. I pray, too, that you will discover His promised grace and help. Hebrews 4:16.
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Building my faith...no reason to worry
When I wrote a couple of weeks ago I talked about the challenge of building my support team for our ministry in Haiti, and how much I have dreaded the task. Last year the theme Bev and I adopted was "Walk by faith" and it has been was exciting to see how God had made those words literally come to life for us. He has presented challenges for us to face and resources with which to face them.
God has been building my faith, so it is another step of courage to share our theme for 2014--"No reason to worry!" Now that will require some more internal surgery by the Great Physician! Philippians 4:4-6 are the verses I quote most often and the verses I most often ignore. Go figure. But as we have been learning towalk by faith--largely, because we have to!--we have also discovered that the process of worrying (though still present) is beginning to diminish.
Even as I write I am aware of some of my worries--coping with the aging process, understanding semi-retirement and its quirks (and perks), building my counseling business, making good choices about my time, discovering new ministries-- I confess, I am not yet "worry-free".
But I am making progress, thanks be to God!
The "No reason to worry" moniker will be a hard one to recite when tension is mounting and anxiety is surfacing. But it is our prayer that as we face the challenges of once again building our support team for ministry and figuring out how to live our new life on the Central Coast to the glory of God, that we will continue to "walk by faith"...and declare with conviction, "No reason to worry!"
God has been building my faith, so it is another step of courage to share our theme for 2014--"No reason to worry!" Now that will require some more internal surgery by the Great Physician! Philippians 4:4-6 are the verses I quote most often and the verses I most often ignore. Go figure. But as we have been learning towalk by faith--largely, because we have to!--we have also discovered that the process of worrying (though still present) is beginning to diminish.
Even as I write I am aware of some of my worries--coping with the aging process, understanding semi-retirement and its quirks (and perks), building my counseling business, making good choices about my time, discovering new ministries-- I confess, I am not yet "worry-free".
But I am making progress, thanks be to God!
The "No reason to worry" moniker will be a hard one to recite when tension is mounting and anxiety is surfacing. But it is our prayer that as we face the challenges of once again building our support team for ministry and figuring out how to live our new life on the Central Coast to the glory of God, that we will continue to "walk by faith"...and declare with conviction, "No reason to worry!"
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Building my team
It is not my favorite task as I work in Haiti. But it is essential. It is the time in the fall-winter where I have to rebuild my support team for the new year...and. admittedly, it is not my favorite thing to do.
It is not because I don't believe in the work we are doing. On the contrary, my heart literally pounds within me when I consider the faces of the Gilbert's and the Benjamin's and the Claudel's who remind me why we go. God is using our ministry in a humbling way as we encounter hundreds of Haitian pastors and church leaders each time we travel there to teach. Their expressions of love, thanks and appreciation resonate in my ears when I think about the difficult task of fund-raising.
I am grateful for the faithful team of prayer warriors who stood with us each time we traveled this year. The expressions of concern and constancy in prayer for us made it easier to go and to face the challenges that come from traveling to a third world country where the physical needs are great but the spiritual hearts of the people hungry for the Word.
I am also thankful for those who have been able to support this work financially. In this first full year of working there God has provided our needs beyond my expectations. The greatest joy was the provision of 550 textbooks--unplanned in our budget--mostly from Facebook responses. This alone was almost $6000 that God provided through faithful friends.
There are many needs this year--an increased budget with a growing number of pastors--over 600 now--a vehicle for Gilbert (we depend on his mobility and communication with the pastors), and increased expenses for traveling and textbooks (we are now being assessed exorbitant custom charges on books). It seems overwhelming, except for the team God has provided for us.
We thank you and pray for your continued participation as God directs you. God will build His work. That brings peace to me because His resources are unlimited!
It is not because I don't believe in the work we are doing. On the contrary, my heart literally pounds within me when I consider the faces of the Gilbert's and the Benjamin's and the Claudel's who remind me why we go. God is using our ministry in a humbling way as we encounter hundreds of Haitian pastors and church leaders each time we travel there to teach. Their expressions of love, thanks and appreciation resonate in my ears when I think about the difficult task of fund-raising.
I am grateful for the faithful team of prayer warriors who stood with us each time we traveled this year. The expressions of concern and constancy in prayer for us made it easier to go and to face the challenges that come from traveling to a third world country where the physical needs are great but the spiritual hearts of the people hungry for the Word.
I am also thankful for those who have been able to support this work financially. In this first full year of working there God has provided our needs beyond my expectations. The greatest joy was the provision of 550 textbooks--unplanned in our budget--mostly from Facebook responses. This alone was almost $6000 that God provided through faithful friends.
There are many needs this year--an increased budget with a growing number of pastors--over 600 now--a vehicle for Gilbert (we depend on his mobility and communication with the pastors), and increased expenses for traveling and textbooks (we are now being assessed exorbitant custom charges on books). It seems overwhelming, except for the team God has provided for us.
We thank you and pray for your continued participation as God directs you. God will build His work. That brings peace to me because His resources are unlimited!
Thursday, November 07, 2013
Teaching...an inescapable joy
On Sunday morning I preached twice at Grace Church in San Luis Obispo for my stepson, Tim, who was traveling in India. I had forgotten how much I loved teaching the Word since it had been ten months since I had actually stood before a congregation to teach the Word, apart from my ministry in Haiti back in May.
Here's what I want to affirm--when you do the thing God has made you for,you experience an inescapable joy that comes from carrying out the truth of Ephesians 2:10...
".. we are God's workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do good works that he planned in advance for us to do..."
I leave tomorrow for Haiti and I will have the unparalleled joy of standing before 400-500 Haitian brother pastors hungry for the Word--and be able to do what I was called to do--teach.
What give you inescapable joy? Find out what it is by seeking God. And obey Him. Do it. Serve Him. Thank Him.
Here's what I want to affirm--when you do the thing God has made you for,you experience an inescapable joy that comes from carrying out the truth of Ephesians 2:10...
".. we are God's workmanship created in Christ Jesus to do good works that he planned in advance for us to do..."
I leave tomorrow for Haiti and I will have the unparalleled joy of standing before 400-500 Haitian brother pastors hungry for the Word--and be able to do what I was called to do--teach.
What give you inescapable joy? Find out what it is by seeking God. And obey Him. Do it. Serve Him. Thank Him.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
"The Ministry of Prayer"
My mother will be ninety next year...a hard fact to digest. I never think of her as old and her mind remains as sharp as ever.
I recently was telling her how significant her contribution was to my life--and literally hundreds of others--through her faithfulness in prayer. I write a short simple poem about this to her on Sunday afternoon after a long conversation we shared together.
I recently was telling her how significant her contribution was to my life--and literally hundreds of others--through her faithfulness in prayer. I write a short simple poem about this to her on Sunday afternoon after a long conversation we shared together.
The Ministry of Prayer
(from a grateful son to a praying mother)
The seasons of life
Sometimes seem unfair.
We question our worth
As we seek God in prayer.
And when we approach Him
We find Him there
Imploring us to serve Him
In the ministry of prayer.
The demands of young life
Make such ministry rare.
The priorities of life
May diminish our prayer.
Life often slows down
Less responsibility to share
But a greater opportunity
To minister in prayer.
Others won't see it
But we really don't care
For the Father above
Sees our ministry of prayer.
I want you to know
The best gift you share
Is your faithfulness to God
In your ministry of prayer.
That's for you mom...
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Tuesday, October 15, 2013
What is certain?
The only thing certain, we are told is death and taxes.
Even taxes are up for debate, but, sadly, the conversation is only about how much.
Death's place, though a contradiction to our preoccupation with our subconscious presumption that "only the other guy gets cancer", appears entrenched. Every day we hear of someone we know who has either died or is dying.
But, generally, certainty about life seems to elude us.
How often have we left for work with an agenda in mind only to discover that they tyranny of the urgent has redefined our schedule?
How many well-laid plans have had to be revamped--or scraped--last minute because of unforeseen interruptions?
How frequently have we counted on something or somebody, only, in the end, to be deeply disappointed. "I thought I could count on him..." is a common lament in the sphere of human relationships.
My life seems terribly uncertain. I am in a rented house currently for sale. I have opened a new office where I am unknown. I attend a large church where I am largely a spectator. I am discovering the surprises of retirement and relocation almost daily.
Sounds pretty bleak. And, occasionally, it is unsettling.
Except for the Word. Especially the Psalms. Many written by a man, David, whose history reflects the uncertainty of his own life--engaged in battle, hounded by the enemy, betrayed by friends, sabatoged by his own sin. Still he writes of certainty.
"The righteous will flourish like a palm tree...planted in the house of the Lord, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age. they will stay fresh and green, proclaiming, 'The Lord is upright; He is my rock'....." Psalms 92:12-15
Here's some certain take-aways for me today, following my morning devotions...
1. Following God is a prescription for my continuing spiritual growth.
2. Bearing fruit for God is not a function of my age.
3. Proclaiming God's faithfulness gives certainty to my life.
You can count on death and taxes...
or
You can count on the certainty of God's Word!
Thursday, October 03, 2013
Taking the next step...
Here's a couple of verses I have been mulling over in my mind...
"...a prudent man gives though to his steps..." Proverbs 14:15
"In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." Proverbs 16:9
"A man's steps are directed by the Lord..." Proverbs 20:24
I have a couple of appointments in the next few hours that potentially could give direction to my next steps here in San Luis Obispo County. I am not afraid because they are only good options, as I see it. But I am anxious to be certain about taking the best next step.
That's my point of angst often--not the decision between good and bad (I don't always get those right but they are easier to discern), but the decision between good and best. I guess I am hung up on that Word because we often glibly say "I want God's best for my life", presuming that it will be what I want, or that it will be the easiest path for me to follow.
It's not always so. Sometimes the next step God directs is not the easiest. It is not even the one we would choose...except for our conviction that God knows what is best for us--for me.
I want to make a good decision in the next few days. Taking the next step has reminded me of the importance of prudence and remembering the One who knows best.
An old television program was called "Father Knows Best". That works for me.
"...a prudent man gives though to his steps..." Proverbs 14:15
"In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." Proverbs 16:9
"A man's steps are directed by the Lord..." Proverbs 20:24
I have a couple of appointments in the next few hours that potentially could give direction to my next steps here in San Luis Obispo County. I am not afraid because they are only good options, as I see it. But I am anxious to be certain about taking the best next step.
That's my point of angst often--not the decision between good and bad (I don't always get those right but they are easier to discern), but the decision between good and best. I guess I am hung up on that Word because we often glibly say "I want God's best for my life", presuming that it will be what I want, or that it will be the easiest path for me to follow.
It's not always so. Sometimes the next step God directs is not the easiest. It is not even the one we would choose...except for our conviction that God knows what is best for us--for me.
I want to make a good decision in the next few days. Taking the next step has reminded me of the importance of prudence and remembering the One who knows best.
An old television program was called "Father Knows Best". That works for me.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Away from the pulpit
It has been eight months since I last preached, following my departure from Grace Fellowship. I have been asked to preach in November at the new church I attend.. I am trying to decide. I am deciding what I want my new life to look like. (Of course, God's opinion here is most important)
It has been good to listen. It has been instructive to pray for other preachers. It has been less stressful to not prepare a sermon.
Being away from the pulpit has compelled me to look to other avenues for ministry and to identify other focuses. And it has been a healthy pursuit.
I've been able to fellowship with others without feeling responsible for them. I have been able to go to church without worrying what others will think about worship. I have been able to go to church without worrying about who's missing.
Instead...
*I'm attending a men's book study I don't have to lead and getting acquainted with other men.
*I attended a SS class my stepson taught, and and a church service where my other stepson preached--on the same Sunday.
*I sit in church surrounded by some of my grandchildren.
*I am mentoring someone who needs a pastoral mentor.
*I am practicing road biking so I can join a fellow retired pastor who has ridden over 7,000 miles the last few years.
*I am counseling...new clients this week.
*I am spending more time with Beverly,a special unplanned blessing. (Maybe you should check with her)
*I am looking for people in my sphere of influence to encourage.
*I am studying the Word for personal help and guidance...not sermon preparation.
*I am getting ready to return to Haiti for the ninth time in November to help teach and train pastors.
I am away from the pulpit...but ministry continues...because life is ministry.
It has been good to listen. It has been instructive to pray for other preachers. It has been less stressful to not prepare a sermon.
Being away from the pulpit has compelled me to look to other avenues for ministry and to identify other focuses. And it has been a healthy pursuit.
I've been able to fellowship with others without feeling responsible for them. I have been able to go to church without worrying what others will think about worship. I have been able to go to church without worrying about who's missing.
Instead...
*I'm attending a men's book study I don't have to lead and getting acquainted with other men.
*I attended a SS class my stepson taught, and and a church service where my other stepson preached--on the same Sunday.
*I sit in church surrounded by some of my grandchildren.
*I am mentoring someone who needs a pastoral mentor.
*I am practicing road biking so I can join a fellow retired pastor who has ridden over 7,000 miles the last few years.
*I am counseling...new clients this week.
*I am spending more time with Beverly,a special unplanned blessing. (Maybe you should check with her)
*I am looking for people in my sphere of influence to encourage.
*I am studying the Word for personal help and guidance...not sermon preparation.
*I am getting ready to return to Haiti for the ninth time in November to help teach and train pastors.
I am away from the pulpit...but ministry continues...because life is ministry.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
The "Muddled East"
The Middle East seems more like the "Muddled East" as our political system ponders what to do about the burgeoning crisis in Syria. This has gripped me personally with greater intensity as my son, who works for the United Nations, heads for a new assignment in Beirut, Lebanon the first of October. The anniversary of 9-11 coupled with our government's wrangling-wrestling with how to confront the apparent usage of chemical weapons by Assad against his own people make this part of the world an inescapable part of our focus.
And not surprisingly for us as believers.
The apocalyptic content of biblical prophecy points to the Middle East being at the very cynosure of events that will ultimately shape the course of human history. Skeptics may scoff but the challenge to examine scripture and to see how poignantly the prophets warned about God's dealing with the nation of Israel from her re-emergence from relative obscurity in 1948 to a place of world prominence today is undeniable. Recent books like THE HARBINGER have caught the attention of the secular press because there are elements of truth presented that are hard to fabricate and to ignore.
I am advocating a careful read of scripture. Prophecy is not always easy to read or obvious to interpret but books like Ezekiel, Daniel, Isaiah and Revelation are particularly valuable in piecing together an eschatological framework for what we are seeing as history unfolding before us.
In any case, the "Muddled East"--a region of daily-evolving crisis and change--is ours to observe, if not in the pages of scripture, certainly in the news media, in spite of its tainted perspectives. What we decide to do--or not do--in Syria--will continue to fan the flames of the escalating crisis in North Africa and the Middle East.
My prayer is that we will find in the pages of scripture the gospel of hope that invites us to a personal relationship with the God of the universe who's "got the whole world in his hands". It may be "muddled" to us, but it is not to Him.
And not surprisingly for us as believers.
The apocalyptic content of biblical prophecy points to the Middle East being at the very cynosure of events that will ultimately shape the course of human history. Skeptics may scoff but the challenge to examine scripture and to see how poignantly the prophets warned about God's dealing with the nation of Israel from her re-emergence from relative obscurity in 1948 to a place of world prominence today is undeniable. Recent books like THE HARBINGER have caught the attention of the secular press because there are elements of truth presented that are hard to fabricate and to ignore.
I am advocating a careful read of scripture. Prophecy is not always easy to read or obvious to interpret but books like Ezekiel, Daniel, Isaiah and Revelation are particularly valuable in piecing together an eschatological framework for what we are seeing as history unfolding before us.
In any case, the "Muddled East"--a region of daily-evolving crisis and change--is ours to observe, if not in the pages of scripture, certainly in the news media, in spite of its tainted perspectives. What we decide to do--or not do--in Syria--will continue to fan the flames of the escalating crisis in North Africa and the Middle East.
My prayer is that we will find in the pages of scripture the gospel of hope that invites us to a personal relationship with the God of the universe who's "got the whole world in his hands". It may be "muddled" to us, but it is not to Him.
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