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.

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!

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...

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.

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.

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!"

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!

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.

"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.

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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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!

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.

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.

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.

The perils of road-biking and life in general

I was gifted a road bike a few weeks after I arrived...complete with clip-ons.  If you are one of the uninitiated (as I was) these are replacement pedals that require a special shoe (the pair I have cost $280 but were gifted to me as well) and enable you to stay connected to the pedal and to proportionately apply your weight and energy with greater efficiency.  When I bought these pedals (they were $85) I asked the man selling them to me if they were hard to use and adapt to...and he chuckled.

With that in mind, I set up shop in my garage and attached them, put on my new shoes and, then, "clipped in".  Except I was unsure how to get out of them (twist your heal to the side I discovered later), and so as I ventured out of the garage and tried to stop--shoes firmly and efficiently connected to new pedals--I fell.

The fall was minor; thankfully;  no one was looking to see me sprawled on my driveway looking foolish. The biggest takeaway from this painful experience was/is a lightly-sprained wrist and a new appropriate (perhaps, over-compensatory) caution as I prepare to take to the road.

Much of life seems to reverberate with a similar rhythm.  We tackle something with less than adequate preparation and the result is that we end up sidelined with newly-discovered humility and/or pain that reminds us of the foolishness of the thing we jumped into too quickly.  All too often this generates a reluctance to venture into new venues, rather then challenging us to prepare more intentionally.

Here's to getting back into the saddle (mine's a small Italian seat made for someone much smaller, I think, and requiring special much-needed riding shorts--$50) and riding--living--with new wisdom and a new appreciation for preparation.

I've not been back on my bike...yet.  I am waiting for my wrist to heal!

A view from the pew...

I am accustomed to speaking in church, not listening.  The last six months have afforded me the privilege of being a good listener....or, learning to be a good listener.

As a parishioner, I find myself coming to church with a laundry list of concerns about the week ahead, finances, relationships--all things that can dull my sensitivity to worship and the Word.  Being in the pew has helped me appreciate what the congregations I pastored had to deal with every Sunday, coming from their busy lives to worship.

I have also had to deal with the arrogant tendency to critique everything I hear; after all, I am the "veteran" of forty-six years, preaching probably over 2000 sermons over that period of time.  Such pride inhibits my ability to receive anything from the Lord and as I have humbled myself before Him I have found the preaching and teaching I have heard to be well-done, practical and challenging to me personally.  In truth, I have been drawn closer to the Lord as I have embraced the messages I have heard.

It's a good discipline for me to be in the pew, and to enjoy this season of life where I can be an intentional encourager--not critic--of those who faithfully declare the truth of God's Word.

I like the view!

Once a pastor,always a pastor

I was raised in a Christian home where my father pastored for almost forty years until his untimely death at age 66.  For forty-six years I was a pastor.  So for about 57 of my 65 years I either lived with a pastor or I served as a pastor.  You could say it's in my blood.

I'd rather say it's in my heart.

I don't have a church that I lead any more. I don't team together with a staff of people to provide guidance for a body of believers.  I don't have a group of people who see me and say "Hi, Pastor Dale" any more.  It feels different.

But I am not different.  My heart still wants to pastor.  And I've discovered that in some ways I will always have that opportunity.

I am a pastoral counselor and this morning I have two former parishioners and a former client by phone.  I really was functioning in the familiar role of sharing the Word of God with someone with an express need. As a pastor I loved doing that and I loved and cared for the flock God had entrusted to my care.

The setting is different.  The responsibilities are reduced.  I am part-time, without formal pastoral responsibility.

But my heart is still full-time.  And I am figuring out joyfully how to continue to share the wisdom of God's Word with those God sends my way.

ADAPTING TO SEMI-RETIREMENT

Okay. I am 65 and retirement is generally what people do when they reach that age.

So I am trying.  Granted, I need to work some, but, for the most part, I have discretionary time--a novelty for me, and a huge challenge to use wisely.

Today I spent time with seven of my almost (November add one) twelve grandchildren and got ready for the visit of my twin brother, Dennis, and his wife, Lynn.  We are excited that they are coming--our first overnight visitors--for the weekend (we will see how one bedroom and one bathroom works out...).  This was also a week to set up my counseling office as well as to finish some projects at home.

The non-negotiables of my semi-retirement schedule are the development of my counseling business and the oversight of the work in Haiti we are doing to teach and train pastors.  I return again in November to teach NT Survey ll with two other pastors.

This leaves time for me to think about what I should do with that extra time I am not used to having...and here are some things I am working on.

1.  I have identified two sphere of influence I have that are new to me--my landlord and his yard workers who work on my yard too.  The other is my office building where four other businesses are located.  I have met everyone and am working on establishing relationships so I can share my faith.

2.  A man from the church I attend invited me to a men's discussion group that meets Tuesday mornings at 6 am.  I am thinking about it.  6 am?????

3.  Tim, Bev's son and our pastor, has asked me how much and when I want to be involved in teaching and ministering at Grace Church.  I am praying about that.

4.  One of my grandsons,  Zeke, wants cello lessons.  I can do that!

5.  Julie, my daughter-in-law, has asked me if I would be willing to teach a writing class to            home-schoolers.  Thinking about that.

Lots of opportunities that require thoughtful thinking and prayer.  How can I most effectively use my discretionary time to honor God?

I am retired, or, at least semi-retired.  But I have not retired from ministry and my heart longs for it. God provided me an opportunity to share with my new insurance agent--a one time youth minister who had a bad experience--earlier this week.  It was one of the most fulfilling experiences of my short stay here.

I am adapting...slowly...and learning ion the process that what matters most to me is finishing my life well.  How I use my time will, I hope, be a testimony to that motivation.

Getting settled in and moving forward

It's been  a season of transition and, finally, we are feeling "at home" in Arroyo Grande.  Having Beverly's two sons and their wives, as well as eight grandchildren within a fifteen mile radius, is a definite benefit, as well as the ocean which I love.

I have not kept my blog up-to-date but will continue to use it now that I am getting settled here.  My new counseling office, located at 636 Clarion Court, Suite 101 in San Luis Obispo 93401, will be opening August 26th.  I am also developing a new more functional website at www.Full-LifeCoaching.org and hope to be operational by September 1st.  This will be a way for my friends to access blogs and updates about our life and ministry.

Moving forward, is consistent with the motto of my coaching/counseling practice--"Forward to Fulnesss", drawing on john 10:10 and Jesus' promised intention for us to have "life, life to the full".  I am excited about new ministry opportunities ahead and know that my greatest fulfillment in life comes from serving the Lord.

Thanks for your continuing prayers for us as get settled and prepare now to move forward.

An unforgettable Father's Day

My children all live too far away for us to have invited ourselves over this Father's Day.  In any case, I always am anxious to hear from my children and often wait for the phone to ring or watch the mail box for a card.

When Bev and I awakened Saturday morning we decided a quick trip to Lake Tahoe was just what the doctor ordered.  And  the rest is history.  It was one of the best Father's Days I've ever had, even though I was away from my children.

It was special because I was with my wife who always affirms me as a father and grandfather.  It was special because we worshiped with a small church family and heard a biblical message on how to be a good father.  It was special because we hiked together in the beauty of God's creation and felt the rest and serenity of being away from the current responsibilities of packing and preparing to move.

And, yes, it was special because I heard from all of my children.

It was an unforgettable Father's Day; sandwiched in between the demands of life we took time to worship our heavenly Father midst the beauty of His creation and, in turn, He blessed us with rest and strength for the days ahead.

And today...more boxes.

Saying good-bye

I was struck again with the shortness of life--the utter surprise it is for us when someone we love dies without warning.

Two families suffered the loss of a loved one today--one, lost a grandfather, a true spiritual patriarch of his family from a tragic stroke.  Another lost their loved one from a possible overdose.  I only knew this person through my close friend but he was an "every day buddy" to him.  In any case, there is great sadness for these two families even as I write.

I am only loosely-connected with these two men but I feel connected.  I think both were my age, or a little older.  Though they were in the fall season of life, their families probably did not wake up this morning expecting them to be gone, and so quickly.

I am reminded of James' words that "life is a vapor..."  I know that.  But today it has special significance for me.

I am wrestling with some worrisome issues that seem overwhelming.  But all of a sudden they appear trivial and insignificant because they are not life and death matters--which, incidentally, I have addressed already through my relationship with God and the experience of His saving grace.  It's instructive to consider the things we allow to hold our emotions hostage, while life and death swirl around us in full and living color.

We can miss what matters if we let the little matters capture our energy and rob us of our joy.  Two families are saying "good-bye" today.  My heart aches for them.  It's an experience my forty-five years as a pastor and, specifically, four and a half years of Hospice chaplaincy remind me, for which it is difficult to prepare.

Don't miss the moments that count by being subject to the things that really don't.  Saying "good-bye" is a big deal and its reality can be embraced when the hope of eternal life is present.