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Friday, June 30, 2023

Taking Time to Smell the Roses

 

Friday, June 30, 2023

“Be still, and know that I am God!  I will be honored by every nation.  I will be honored throughout the world.”  Psalm 46:10

Each year at annual conference the several days at Lake Junaluska was enjoyable and inspiring in the mountain setting of Western North Carolina.  There was one opportunity I always loved, and the half-week stay would have been empty if I’d missed walking the half-mile of roses.  

The variety of sizes, colors, and textures, combined with the astonishing mixture of beautiful delicate scents, are always a welcome contrast to the sturdy ruggedness of mountains and lake…you cannot walk that half-mile without stopping to take it in and dwell on the majesty of God’s handiwork.  Breathing-in the crisp morning air, and seeing the dew-kissed petals of God’s creation, is one of life’s wonderful joys.  It’s hardly a mystery why we all know that familiar phrase:  take time to smell the roses!

It's also no surprise to me that today marks an end to the last 18 years serving as a pastor to United Methodist churches, and the 25 years before that as a Baptist minister.  I am retiring from vocational serving, and entering serving for the pure joy of being obedient to He who has been faithful and my Rock every day of my life, including that first nine months when my Mom carried me around.

I have been expecting this day to come, and since it is now here, I can share the mixed emotions that flood my soul, as surely as the beauty and scents of the Junaluska Rose Walk. 

One of those emotions is, of course, sadness.  The many challenges and joys of serving as pastor cannot be placed on a scale to see which outweigh the other.  Despite the hard times, even if they overwhelmed the good and great times, I would not trade loving what God called me to do these last 45 years, ever since a pastor, long overdue for vacation, invited an inexperienced church member to fill his pulpit while he was gone.  I had promised God I would never say “no” to an opportunity to proclaim His word.  It’s been a ride!  And God has blessed, never failing to teach, help, heal, and direct me all along the trail.  The sadness I feel is that this chapter on what I have loved so deeply is now closed.  And that leads me to the second emotion at the other end of the spectrum:  I feel great joy!  That joy isn’t relief from the pressure, or the weight of caring for others 24/7/365; rather it is in knowing, with all my flaws, sermon-flops, missed opportunities, and times of never knowing the next step…God has it all sorted-out.  And, much like Joseph, the 13th son of Jacob (Israel) who was sold into slavery by his brothers, in the end, faced with either revenge on his evil brothers, or forgiveness, God enabled Joseph to figure it all out just what God had in mind.  Here’s what he said to them:

You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good. He brought me to this position so I could save the lives of many people.  Genesis 50:20

My joy is that I trusted God for it all, and that trust wasn’t wasted!  He will use all of it, because God’s Word never comes back to him empty-handed![1]

For You Today 

Smelling the roses (for me) is going to mean thinking-back, evaluating, and just plain resting.  There will be a little golf, some aimless mountain roads to drive, just to take-in life along the way, spending quiet time with my bride.  I’m going to be still, and know He is God.  I’m also going to hit the pause-button on publishing Rocky Road Devotion for July, and much of what I have been doing as a pastor these near 5 decades.  Going to smell those roses…be back in August.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day! 

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[1] It is the same with my word.  I send it out, and it always produces fruit.  It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it.  Isaiah 55:11

Friday, November 11, 2022

In the School of Prayer

Friday, November 11, 2022

Dear brothers and sisters, we can’t help but thank God for you, because your faith is flourishing and your love for one another is growing. 

So we keep on praying for you, asking our God to enable you to live a life worthy of his call.  May he give you the power to accomplish all the good things your faith prompts you to do.  Then the name of our Lord Jesus will be honored because of the way you live, and you will be honored along with him.  This is all made possible because of the grace of our God and Lord, Jesus Christ.  2 Thessalonians 1:3, 11-12

Every November 11th I remember Juanita “Granny” Parker.  We weren’t related by blood, but she was my sister in Christ.  This is her birthday.  She was born in 1911, which, numerically-expressed, is 11-11-11.  Today she would have been 111 years young.  It’s been 111 years since 11-11-11. 

I’ve written before about Granny[1] and how she was like Paul to me.  Granny was the “praying-est” person I ever knew.  She was intellectually-challenged, and raised on the same farm she lived her whole life.  She was undereducated in many ways, but a PHD when it came to prayer.  In that church it was customary for the pastor to call on a lay person to lead the final prayer.  I would sometimes call on Granny to end our worship service.  There was never a prayer she offered that didn’t convince me I was short-changed in the praying genes department.  She could pray Heaven down like no other man, woman, child, or preacher.  In many ways Juanita Parker was a mentor to me, of connecting with God on the simplest, and best level…honesty, compassion, and unselfishness.  

I miss her to this day.

In an honest look-back, I have to confess that my pastoral visits to Granny (who lived next door to the church, because she’d given the property to build it), were more likely beneficial to the pastor than the parishoner.  No matter what else was going on in Granny’s life, children, grand-children, great-grands that were living with her, and she was helping to raise…everything stopped when the preacher arrived, and we’d “set-a-spell” on the front porch.  We’d never sit on the back porch, because (I suspect) it was the scene of too many gruesome encounters with that mean rooster.  (But that’s another story for another day).

As a young-ish minister, with less than 3 years under my belt as pastor, I was still too green to recognize the tower of strength sitting nearby.  As a depression-era saint, who’d faced more physical, mental, financial, and relational challenges than I’ve had to navigate, now in my fifth-decade of ministry, Granny was tougher than Muhammed Ali in the boxing ring, Ghengis Kahn on the battlefield, or a crazed rooster in her backyard.  But with God, she was a child, tender, dependent, soft, and faith-filled.  It seemed she melted like heated plastic in a mold…to the shape of the most faithful saint.  No matter how I tried to steer a conversation with Granny, or move us to prayer, she was always ahead of me, and she was the one who took the initiative to end our times in prayer – for me!  I always left her little house shining brighter, and a lot stronger, than when I’d arrived.

For You Today  

Everyone needs a Granny Parker in their corner (especially would-be preachers, discouraged preachers, and sometimes a know-it-all preacher).  If you’ve got a praying saint in your life like Granny, you know it – and you probably treasure that relationship.  And if you have one like my praying, 111 year-young on 11-11 Granny Parker, maybe it’s time you become one.  Because there’s always someone who needs one.

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!

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There are about 2,000 devotional posts and 400 sermons in the Rocky Road Devotions library.  To dig deeper on today’s topic, explore some of these: 

       Paraclete   and   Hitching a Ride

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Friday, April 23, 2021

 

Friday, April 23, 2021

While Peter and John were speaking to the people, they were confronted by the priests, the captain of the Temple guard, and some of the Sadducees.  These leaders were very disturbed that Peter and John were teaching the people that through Jesus there is a resurrection of the dead.  They arrested them and, since it was already evening, put them in jail until morning.  But many of the people who heard their message believed it, so the number of men who believed now totaled about 5,000.  Acts 4:1-4

The experience of the early church included growing like a supernova, an exploding star.  Pentecost Day saw 3,000 souls baptized and added to the church roll.[1]  This short time later the number was up to 5,000 men.  If you add the men’s households to that count, the first church was a megaforce of probably 20,000. 

Of course, with any substantial explosion, (think nuclear bombs) there is always great heat, light, and percussive fallout.  For Peter and John healing a paraplegic on the Temple steps was like igniting the fuse.  It set off two explosions; the church grew like an atomic blast epicenter, and the established religious leaders retaliated by lighting a backfire of persecution.  We read in the Scriptures and annals of church historians how that season of explosive growth and rejection by the leaders of the Jewish hierarchy touched-off the Roman Empire’s obsessive persecution of the church. 

An unintended consequence accompanied that attempt to stamp-out the followers of Jesus – their persecution was like pouring water on a grease fire; believers fled Jerusalem and travelled all over the known world, eventually spreading to the very center of persecution, Rome.  Paul was sitting in a Roman prison, chained to the kind of Roman soldiers that put Jesus on the cross.         Paul used those days and nights to witness to, and win many of Caesar’s guard to faith in Christ. (See Philippians 4:22)  How ironic, that the very government obsessed with destroying Christianity became the place that embraced it. 

In the days of Peter, John, James, Paul, and others in the roll call of the faithful, religious freedom was dependent on the whim of powerful rulers.  In most of the civilized world today religious freedom is taken for granted.  Most prayers you hear (particularly around July 4th) thank God for that freedom.  While I also offer thanks for that, I cannot shake the uneasiness of knowing that the church, birthed with the blood of Christ, and matured in revival fires started by persecution, has lost the will to persevere.  Institutionalized by our love of ceremony and routines of ease, we have managed to quench the Spirit’s call to passionately labor unceasingly, giving our lives (if called-upon), to win souls to the Kingdom.  Hard times and growing churches have always been garden mates.  Hard times are like a pottery kiln to the church’s need for fire-finishing.  We go through fire to show the majesty of Christ, and His mastery of eternity.  It is the hard time of winter ice that produces the bloom of spring and harvest of summer.

As ironic as Paul leading the early church while sitting in a Roman dungeon, imprisoned by a pagan emperor, and winning souls, even of Caesar’s houshold, is the church of today, languishing in the Bohemian luxury of religious freedom, tax exemptions, sewing circles, and yearly antique car shows with auctions.  The only “hard times” of the church are generally the internal strife we create ourselves, over whether to have red or blue carpet in the santuary.  In the days following the persecutions of Nero and Domitian, the believers (not the apostles) scattered everywhere telling people how to be saved.  Today we’re too sophisticated to do that; we’d rather not offend people.  Funny, isn’t it?  We don’t want to offend, so we don’t proclaim Jesus.  How is that even possible, to make the leap from what gave power to the early church, to what passes for being Christ’s disciple today?  We manage to escape the harsh glance of people who consider proclaiming Christ foolish and offensive, so we don’t go through hard times.  But what we suffer in doing that is losing the very power of God.

For You Today

Let’s let one who understood hard times and Kingdom power have the last word:

The message of the cross is foolish to those who are headed for destruction!     But we who are being saved know it is the very power of God.  1 Corinthians 1:18

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

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[1] See Acts 2

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Thursday, March 11, 2021

In Search of a Rainbow

 
Thursday, March 11, 2021

Then God told Noah and his sons, “I hereby confirm my covenant with you and your descendants, and with all the animals that were on the boat with you—the birds, the livestock, and all the wild animals—every living creature on earth.  Yes, I am confirming my covenant with you.  Never again will floodwaters kill all living creatures; never again will a flood destroy the earth.”  Then God said, “I am giving you a sign of my covenant with you and with all living creatures, for all generations to come.  I have placed my rainbow in the clouds. It is the sign of my covenant with you and with all the earth.  When I send clouds over the earth, the rainbow will appear in the clouds, and I will remember my covenant with you and with all living creatures.  Never again will the floodwaters destroy all life.  When I see the rainbow in the clouds, I will remember the eternal covenant between God and every living creature on earth.”  Then God said to Noah, “Yes, this rainbow is the sign of the covenant I am confirming with all the creatures on earth.”  Genesis 9:8-17

These promises of God’s to Noah and his descendants are always a welcome read after the horrors of the previous chapter’s judgment.  The whole earth is engulfed in a tsunami of God’s wrath, and every living creature (except those on the ark) is destroyed.  A rainbow of hope is more than a pleasant sight, it’s restoration of life and a reason to go on. 

Noah and family spent a year in a floating wildlife park, waiting for the waters to dry up.  We’ve been waiting that long in Coronavirus-watch-mode, and, frankly, it’s been just as dark, smelly, and frightening.   

During this time we have all been waiting for the rainbow to appear.  It dawned on me that I’m beginning to identify with old Noah as he sent out birds from the ark, looking for land.  I watch the news each day eagerly anticipating news of a breakthrough, a super-vaccine, or some immunity uncovered in a gene.  And each day is a little more disappointment heaped on the pile of floodwaters of (my grandsons would call them “Rona-waters”).  No land in sight; skies still gloomy.

Enter the God who precipitated the flood, and now delivers the dry land with a promise that the worst is over.  The sight is awesome, rainbows of promise bursting through the sky like a new day’s glory, and there is, once-again, hope.  This is a rainbow of which Dorothy, the tin man, scarecrow, and cowardly lion could never imagine.  For Noah and his tribe of 7, this wasn’t Oz, it was Eden returned!

Is this not the ending for which we all long, to have a new beginning, and a new outlook?  It’s three-parts joy and one-part nervous anticipation of a new day’s challenges.  What will after-the-storm bring to this world?  Will we begin to live-into the covenant as was offered to Noah?  Will we be different than the generation Noah left behind at the dock?  They were a sorrowful stench in the nostrils of Heaven.  They found no faith, even with righteous Noah preaching the message of coming judgment – for 100 years. 

Our world has had a greater witness than Noah’s.  We’ve had the prophets of old, Micah, Jonah, Isaiah, and many more.  We’ve had the forerunner, John the Baptist, telling us to prepare.  We had the loving ministry and word of The Incarnate Word of God, witness of the cross, and two-thousand years of the church’s testimony. 

And our world hears little of it.  Sometimes the church barely acknowledges it.

And yet, it’s all part of God’s holy plan, all evidence of the coming fulfillment of prophecy, and the sovereignty of Heaven’s will.  There is coming a time (and could it be soon?), when all nature will testify to the glory of God, His plan to wipe away every tear, put death to death, and retire the idea of time.  And His judgment, separating the sheep from the goats, darkness of night’s ignorance from the light of His glory, and establishing the eternal Kingdom of holiness and joy will be complete…the final splash of color in a rainbow of promise.

For You Today

Being on the right-side of history is an easy call to see.  It is Christ, the hope of glory, who calls you into this search for a rainbow of hope…and it is Christ who extends his loving hand for you to step up into the ark of His covenant.  It’s more than just shelter in the storm, it’s eternity in His presence!

You chew on that as you hit the Rocky Road; have a blessed day!  

[1] Title Image:  Courtesy of Pixabay.com    Unless noted, Scripture quoted from The New Living Translation©

Sunday, July 5, 2020

Ephesians 4:1-16 The Mask

 

Therefore I, a prisoner for serving the Lord, beg you to lead a life worthy of your calling, for you have been called by God.  Always be humble and gentle. Be patient with each other, making allowance for each other’s faults because of your love.  Make every effort to keep yourselves united in the Spirit, binding yourselves together with peace.  For there is one body and one Spirit, just as you have been called to one glorious hope for the future.  There is one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is over all, in all, and living through all.

Now these are the gifts Christ gave to the church: the apostles, the prophets, the evangelists, and the pastors and teachers.  Their responsibility is to equip God’s people to do his work and build up the church, the body of Christ.  This will continue until we all come to such unity in our faith and knowledge of God’s Son that we will be mature in the Lord, measuring up to the full and complete standard of Christ.  Then we will no longer be immature like children.  We won’t be tossed and blown about by every wind of new teaching.  We will not be influenced when people try to trick us with lies so clever they sound like the truth.  Instead, we will speak the truth in love, growing in every way more and more like Christ, who is the head of his body, the church.  He makes the whole body fit together perfectly.  As each part does its own special work, it helps the other parts grow, so that the whole body is healthy and growing and full of love.

I read a textbook for a sociology class many years ago which was entitled The Presentation of Self in Everyday Life.  The idea is that when we humans encounter each other publicly we adopt a persona, or affect, that we think others need to see so they will accept us…because we know, or suspect they are watching us closely to see our flaws.  To rephrase that in English, we tend to wear emotional masks in public so we can hide stuff from others, because we have trouble trusting people.
Today we wear physical masks, not necessarily to protect our fragile self-images, but rather for the sake of protecting others.  We wear a mask to love our neighbor as ourselves. 
Isn’t it a pity that it takes a pandemic to bring out the Jesus-follower in us?
In the last three months I’ve heard a lot of talk about what people think is going to happen to the church, considering  the virus, and our new normal of thinking about social interaction.  One such thinker said it flat-out – the church is history.  Now, those are (what we’d call in my family) fightin’ words
But, what if it’s true? 
·       What if some people just don’t think the church helped enough during this pandemic?  And so the church is irrelevant, and they’re not going back.
·       What if some people think all the mask-wearing, sanitizing, and distancing is just too much bother, so they’re not going back?
·       What if some have been so easily distracted by the monuments being torn down, and the anger-filled rioting, marching, and name-calling, that they’re sure it’s the end, and so they’re going to sit back like some of the first century Christians and just wait on a hill for Jesus to come back?
·       What if some people decide with all that’s going on, and no answers in sight, that God either doesn’t care, or doesn’t exist?
·       Well, what if, what if, what if…?
Well, what does history have to say about all this?
There have been 7 major plagues in modern history[1]
1.     Smallpox killed an estimated 300 million worldwide, including 60 million in the 18th century
2.     Spanish flu took 50-100 million in 1918-19
3.     Malaria still accounts for over 2 million deaths per year.
4.     AIDS has taken nearly 25 million since first recognized in 1981
5.     Cholera has had 8 pandemic outbreaks from 1817 accounting for hundreds of thousands dead
6.     Typhus, first recognized in 430 BC took nearly all of Napoleon’s army, and has accounted for millions of deaths, 3 million alone in 1918-22 in Russia.
7.     Black Death - in the middle of the 14th century the pandemic of the Black Plague death spread across Europe like wildfire.  It is a bacterial blood infection that leads to septecemia, and a very painful death.  In the four years of that plague, the Black Death killed nearly half of the population of Europe, and nearly ¼ of the world’s population.  (Estimates are 75 – 200 million). 
What is one thing that can be said about the result of every one of the pandemics? The church survived
IF you go ALL the way back in history, the first pandemic was at the forbidden tree.  Adam and Eve rebelled against God and were removed from the garden, where life had been perfect and peaceful.  For the first parents the first pandemic of sin made their lives much more difficult and more toilsome than when they had it easy in God’s garden, but it did not stop them from worshipping, anymore than it will stop believers from worshipping now. 
In just my lifetime I think of the rebellion of the 1960’s with the God is Dead movement, and a strong social sweep that took millions of young people away from churches.
The church survived
And there is still a remnant of the music and worship wars where the fuss between contemporary vs. traditional worship, city vs. country, racial tensions, economic arrogance, geographical posturing, old and young, theologically rigid or flimsy…there have been challenges to church unity, doctrine, ministry, and yet…
(say it with me)
The church survived
Unbelievers will always be in rebellion against God; believers will always seek Him.
And…
The church WILL survive
So, what do we do about what we know?
There are two dimensions that need to be said:
Physical Battle Masks
We need to keep our masks on and wash our hands often, not complaining like immature children.  Now that’s not a Ten Commandments kind of list.  It is a flag over our attitudes about protecting the physical health of anyone with whom we come in contact.  It’s our way of loving our neighbor as we love our own lives.
Armed with that knowledge, that the risks of this virus are real, we need to stay alert to physically do the loving thing – be healing to our community.
Spiritual Battle Masks
We need to make decisions to take off our spiritual and emotional masks of pride and selfishness.  This means being vulnerable and available to each other.  As Paul wrote in our text for today, we need to speak truth, so the whole body heals. 
That goes for more than just the people around you here today, but even those who are without faith, and do not care.  If the church doesn’t care during a time like we are experiencing now, it will make no difference after the crisis is over.
Remember, most of the times Israel was in trouble in Scripture, it was because they failed to honor God who wanted them to be His voice to a lost world.  God took his kids to the woodshed time and again for that.  If we fail at this point, what makes us think it will be any different for us?
So, church…engage, care…BE the church…especially now because God has given us this special opportunity to cast aside our cares and go to the lost, the hurting, and the least of these our brethren!
We close with a few paraphrases from Scripture:
Be of good courage…Be strong in the Lord…Do not fear that, or they, which can kill the body…reverence and serve HE who has power over death, life, and eternity.

Our Prayer

Father God, we have gathered here to worship You, and we have looked into Your holy Word for truth.  And we have had the Truth examine us.  Where we have been found wanting, Lord help us to commit our lives and liberty to the health that the truth brings.  Where we have been found worthy, let us grow into fully mature believers who lead the way for those who need to see what being the church is about in this time of crisis.

For the glory, honor, and praise to which You alone are worthy, o Lord, we pray in the Name of the Son, cooperating with the Spirit, to honor and lift up the Majesty of the Father. 


Let it be so in each of our lives…Amen!
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