Simple Faith?

Jan. 5, 2012

Hebrews 11:1

Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.

Yesterday, I lead a worship service at a local nursing home. This is one of those things that I do nearly every month. With the residents, we sing a few songs, I share a message and then we celebrate with the sacrament of Holy Communion.

Because we are still in the season of Christmas, I picked all Christmas carols. One of the things I’ve learned in leading worship at the nursing home is to pick songs the folks are very familiar with. The people may not be able to read very well or know all the words. But many folks will know the words to the first verse and/or chorus of well-known hymns. They can join in as they know the words.

The message is usually something I’ve done as part of a children’s message of late. This Christmas, I’ve used a little lesson of making homemade “snow globes” of sorts as a way to remember the three gifts the wise men brought to baby Jesus. I’ve gotten a lot of mileage out of this little lesson. Last Sunday, I sat on the floor with grandkids Waylan and Ellie and made “snow globes” on the living room floor while the adults watched the Packer’s game. They “oohed” and “ahhed” as I poured water into the globe and it turned color, based on the couple drops of food coloring they’d chosen for their snow globe.

After the message, one of the nursing home staff and I offered communion to the residents. As we approached one woman with the bread and the juice, she asked, “What is this for?” This is a woman who not too long ago recognized and appreciated receiving holy communion.

I know it’s not her fault that she didn’t recognize what we had before her. In situations like this, often dementia or Alzheimer’s clouds a person’s ability to grasp reality. Having had a grandmother who suffered for several years with dementia at the end of her life to the point she couldn’t put two words together, it’s difficult to understand why such a disease must be present.

I gently explained to the woman that we were offering communion and assisted her in receiving it. This brings forth potential questions regarding whether this woman understood what communion really is and whether or not she should have received it. I’ve had this discussion several times in relationship to young kids receiving communion, people who may or may not fully understand who God is and whether or not they should participate in a sacrament.

My intention today is not to discuss each of these situations and what is “right.” It is not my intention to start a discussion that could become very passionate with a variety of opinions.

One of the great challenges of the Christian faith is that very few aspects are what I’d call black and white. Personally, I see a lot more grey in how I interpret our so-called rule book, The Bible, than specific mandates. For me, there are two mandates, as stated by Jesus: love God and love your neighbor. Outside of this, wow, it gets sticky very quickly.

Too often, I think we try and put faith into nice, neat and square boxes. We want to categorize right from wrong, good from bad, better from worse. Yes, there are times when we need to draw lines and uphold the basic tenants of our faith. But when the basic tenants become more important than faith, we begin to loose what I feel basic faith is about.

There are many aspects of faith, God and belief I cannot adequately explain. Try as I might week in and week out, there are times when I simply must stutter and admit that I do not have adequate words or understanding to speak on behalf of God. Does this mean I stop believing or give up on faith? I pray not.

When the shepherds arrived at the stable, they certainly did not understand everything that was going on. Why would sane, highly educated men travel for months following a star? Only because they had faith this journey would enrich their lives.

Sometimes, we will be challenged to rely only on faith that there is a God who had a son Jesus who lived and died as our Messiah. We see this lesson over and over in the Christmas story. Faith is what granted Mary to say, “I am the Lord’s servant. May it be to me according to your word.” Faith is what Joseph kept in mind as he went against culture and did not leave his fiancé. Faith is what allowedElizabethto know that there was a special baby growing inside Mary’s womb. Faith is what beckoned Joseph to take his little family out of Bethlehem and into Egypt in the middle of one night after he’d been warned that King Herod would try to have his way with the Holy Child.

When have you had to let faith carry you along? I’m quite confident there has been at least once in your life when it would have been easier to abandon your faith … but for some reason you did not. Or maybe you did give up on God for awhile but now you are trying to redevelop that trust and or confidence in God again.

Is the journey of faith worth it? As my friend and artist Bonnie Mohr wrote and put on one of her prints, “Have faith, it fosters hope – it make the difference. Believe, with God all things are possible.”

Let us pray: O come and sing this song with gladness as your hearts are filed joy. Lift your hands in sweet surrender to his name. O give him all your tears and sadness; give him all your years of pain, and you’ll enter into life in Jesus name. Jesus, O Jesus, come and fill your lambs. Jesus, O Jesus, come and fill your lambs.  

Blessings –



“Doing” versus “Being”

Jan. 4, 2012

Matthew 28:16-20

Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.”

One of the aspects of Christianity that I’ve struggled with is the “doing” versus the “being” roles.

Here is how I view the difference. Before Jesus ascended into heaven, he clearly told the disciples that it was now their responsibility to carry on the things he had taught them. They were to become the voices and doers of the ministry he had laid out before them. Jesus couldn’t remain on earth forever. Now, the disciples were instructed to make disciples, baptize and teach other folks.

This is the “doing” part of the gospel.

Yet, Jesus was very clear about how important it was to “be” with God. That’s why he regularly set aside time to just “be” with God. This is also what he tried to get Martha to focus upon. In Luke 10:38-42, Martha was upset because Jesus and the disciples came to her and Mary’s house unannounced. We see Martha scurrying around, getting her guest’s feet washed, a meal prepared, making sure they are comfortable and have something to drink.

She gets very irritated with her sister, Mary, who makes no effort to help out. In pure disgust, Martha asks Jesus to instruct Mary to help her with all the household work! Jesus simply laughs at Martha. He says, “Martha, Martha, you are worried and upset about many things, but few things are needed – or indeed only one. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken away from her.” In essence, Jesus tells Martha to forget about everything and simply “be” like Mary – sitting at his feet, taking in all that he is sharing.

This is the “being” part of the gospel.

For me, there is a big tension between the two. When do I do? When do I be?

Most people tend to be either more Martha or more Mary. I am a self-defined doer. I was raised to be a Martha. I live this way and will probably be this way until I die. I make no excuses for this. The problem is that too often I focus on the doing and not enough on the being.

The last few days, I have tried to not be so driven by what I do. Yep, I’m not getting the work done that I feel I should be. But it also feels good to let my soul rest. I haven’t had any great revelations about my spiritual, professional, emotional or mental being. I did not really expect it. What I need is a little time to be in God’s Spirit; to move at a slower clip; to not get so caught up in “doing” and ignoring my need to “be.”

There is always plenty to do. If we wait for the clear spots to suddenly appear on our calendars to “be,” I’m not sure they will appear. We are the ones that adjust the tension between the two. I clearly know there are times when I need to be in high production. These times must be countered with spaces of “being” or I loose focus on Who I’m doing this for. Without the “being,” the “doing” becomes a lot more about my abilities and talents and successes than why I’m even doing the doing.

How do you manage this tension? If you’ve discovered a secret or two about balancing the “doing” with the “being,” I’d love to hear them. Meanwhile, I ask Jesus to guide my “doing” and my “being.”

Let us pray: O let the Son of God enfold you with his Spirit and his love. Let him fill your heart and satisfy your soul. O let him have the things that hold you, and his Spirit like a dove will descend upon your life and make you whole. Jesus, O Jesus, come and fill your lambs. Jesus, O Jesus, come and fill your lambs.  

Blessings –



Removing a Little of Your Prickliness

Jan. 3, 2012

Isaiah 53:2

He grew up before him like a tender shoot, and like a root out of a dry ground. He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him.

Yesterday, we took down our Christmas tree. I like to leave it up until Epiphany on January 6, but the number of falling needles encouraged us to move up the tear-down date. On New Year’s Day, grandson Waylan touched the needles and declared them as “very prickly.” As the needles have dried down, yes, they no longer have a soft feel.

I’ve been pondering my spiritual soul the last couple of days. The Advent blog has helped me keep a bit more focused during Advent. As a new year begins, how would I envision my spiritual journey going forward in 2012? I’m still pondering this.

There is one thing that I’ve discovered over the years about my spiritual life. It’s never stagnant. I’m either drawing closer to God or finding myself wandering away from God. It’s never just still. Sometimes when I desire for a closer relationship with God, it is easy. Other times, it seems the harder I try, the further away I feel.

As a pastor, this is the time of the calendar year that is a transition time; the time between Christmas and Lent. I know, can you imagine? My mind is already pondering Lent! I ordered some Lenten resources online today … just a little over a week after celebrating Jesus’ birth! But I’m not the only one thinking of this. I received an e-mail last week from the United Methodist printing house promoting their Lenten resources!

This has me thinking. Am I just gearing up for the next cycle on the Christian calendar more so than gearing up for my 2012 spiritual journey? If I just focus on the next season within the church year and forget to “water” my soul, soon I’ll become like our prickly Christmas tree: still looking like a Christmas tree (Christian) on the outside, but inside, dry and barren.

How do we prevent our spiritual souls from becoming simply dry? By being intentional, anticipating how we might help ourselves spiritually and then putting into place one or two things to help us along the way. Whether we make these decisions Jan. 4, Jan. 30 or Feb. 15, a little time pondering these things and then gathering helpful tools is the first steps in keeping ourselves from becoming a prickly Christian.

You see, when we become a prickly Christian, it becomes very easy to judge and value other people’s spiritual journeys more critically than we do our own spiritual journey. Then, we focus on where someone else “should” be rather than doing an honest assessment of our own spiritual soul. And when we begin going down this path, we begin to move into dangerous spiritual territory.

This verse from Isaiah reminds us that Jesus came like a shoot out of the dry ground. And while there was nothing “beautiful” about Jesus to attract us, we should so desire this. Yet, Jesus captures our pain if we allow him. Our barrenness, our prickliness can simply be replaced with the beautifulness of Jesus.

After removing the tree from the living room, I vacuumed the needles still lying on the floor. When we fail to water our spiritual souls, we begin to loose little pieces of our spiritual souls. And I don’t want my spiritual side to be broken down, piece by piece, only to get sucked up by the culture around me. The best way to make sure this doesn’t happen is to work on my spiritual journey on a regular basis. I pray we will all make sure this is a priority for us in 2012.

Let us pray: Saints, before the altar bending, watching long in hope and fear; suddenly the Lord, descending, in his temple shall appear. Come and worship, come and worship, worship Christ, the newborn King.  

Blessings –



Defining Winners

Jan. 2, 2012

Romans 5:6

You see, at just the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly.

Like most UW-Madison Badger fans, I watched with anticipation the Rose Bowl today. Sorry for the late posting; I wanted to enjoy the game this afternoon.

What an exciting game! At the end of the first quarter, there were more points scored than any other Rose Bowl. Montee Ball tied Barry Sanders record for number of touchdowns scored in a year by a college running back. There were lots and lots of points scored. Yes, the end result wasn’t what Badger fans desired.

Are winners only defined by the points on the scoreboard at the end of the game? Or are there other ways that “winners” are determined?

Personally, I think there are lots of ways “winners” are determined. I think of Aaron Henry, the #7 Badger who plays safety. From Florida, Henry grew up in a challenging background. He didn’t learn to read until his grandmother taught him in third grade. His father is currently incarcerated and he harbored resentment towards his mom for many years.

Henry feels that God has put him in a position where he can make good choices for his life. He easily could have been on a corner, doing drugs, or in jail. Instead, he recently completed his college diploma. Selected as one of the four senior captions, he stepped forward after the team lost back-to-back regular season games and encouraged the team to fight back, which spared them to reach the Rose Bowl.

While I’ve never met Henry, it seems to me that he has discovered that winning is more than one football game. How you live your life, what choices you make – these are the things that are most important in winning in life. Henry lives his faith, as demonstrated by the fact that he leads a bible study with about 20 players in the team hotel the night before games. While lots of kids go to college to play football or another collegiate sport, there are others who are involved to make an impact in the lives of everyone around them. Henry chose to do the later.

So, if Henry were to lead a bible study tonight, after the Rose Bowl loss, what might he say? I pray that he would emphasis how when Christ is a part of a person’s life, they are always winners. Thank goodness with God, a scoreboard isn’t necessary. Grace is offered to us to freely, without cost or having to be earned. And when we make God’s grace a part of our lives, we’re all winners.

Let us pray: He said, “Freely, freely you have receive, freely, freely give. Go in my name and because you believe, others will know that I live.” Amen.

Blessings –



Covenanting with God

Jan. 1, 2012

Jeremiah 31:31-34

“The days are coming,” declares the LORD, “when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and with the house of Judah. It will not be like the covenant I made with their ancestors when I took them by the hand to lead them out of Egypt, because they broke my covenant, though I was a husband tothem,” declares the LORD. “This is the covenant I will make with the house of Israel after that time,” declares the LORD.  “I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people. No longer will they teach their neighbors, or say to one another, ‘Know the LORD,’ because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest,” declares the LORD. “For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more.”

A Methodist tradition started by John Wesley, the founder of Methodism, is the Covenant Renewal Service. Often celebrated on New Year’s Eve and called a Watch Night Service, or on New Year’s Day, this is a reflective opportunity which asks people to commit themselves to God.

In 1755, John Wesley was at a French church inLondonwith 1800 people in attendance. This congregation of Huguenot refugees whose ancestors had escapedFrancewere acutely aware that they had nothing on this earth to call their own, except the relationship they nurtured with God. During the service, many mourned and were comforted … it was a time of remarkable blessing.

From this, Wesley wrote a Covenant Prayer, which has become the heart of the Covenant Renewal Services. This service is used by Methodists around the world. InItaly, it is a joyful time with fellowship over food. InLiberia, dancing is a part of the tradition. The African-American community has always prized this service. It had special meaning in the days of slavery. In the South, at the end of the year, slave owners would count up their property and if necessary sell slaves to pay debts. Slaves did not always know on New Year’s Eve if they would stay together or be separated. New Year’s Eve was sometimes the last night a family of slaves remained united. The Covenant Prayer, re-read with that precipice in mind, is extremely powerful.  Watch Night took on new significance during the Civil War. President Abraham Lincoln signed the Emancipation Proclamation; it was to take effect on January 1, 1863. Slaves sat up the night before, Freedom’s Eve, waiting for their freedom to arrive at midnight.

Within the Christian tradition, the covenant prayer of John Wesley is a response to the covenanting God who speaks and reveals himself above all in his word made flesh, the Christ of Christian faith.

On this New Year’s Day, I pray that you will quietly take time to find meaning in the covenant prayer. Ponder your status with God. Use this as a great opportunity to re-dedicate your life to God on this New Year’s Day. Keep this prayer handy and contemplate praying it weekly or even daily. It is the kind of prayer the memorizing is worth the effort.

A Covenant Prayer in the Wesleyan Tradition

I am no longer my own, but thine.

Put me to what thou wilt,

Rank me with whom thou wilt.

Put me to doing, put me to suffering.

Let me be employed for thee or laid aside for thee,

Exalted for thee or brought low by thee.

Let me be full, let me be empty.

Let me have all things, let me have nothing.

I freely and heartily yield all things

To thy pleasure and disposal.

And now, O glorious and blessed God,

Father, Son, and Holy Spirit,

Thou art mine and I am thine. So be it.

And the covenant which I have made on earth,

Let it be ratified in heaven. Amen.


Blessings –



New “Tires” for 2012

Dec. 31, 2011

John 17:11b

Jesus said, “Holy Father, protect them by the power of your name, the name you gave me, so that they may be one as we are one.”

A couple weeks ago, Rick bought me a new tire for the Jeep that I drive. For a few weeks, the Jeep would shimmy between 50 and 60 miles an hour. Rick thought some new rubber on it would take away the shimmy.

But one new tire? I thought this was a little strange, especially since Rick is the one who insists that keeping tire pairs is important. One tire had an unusual wear spot on it. But then, I discovered how shrewd my husband is. He decided that there was a perfectly fine, full-sized spare that had never been used available. He simply called around until he found another tire to match the spare and put them on as new back tires to the Jeep.

We switched vehicles for a couple days so he could get the tires changed. He was especially shrewd. Not only did he replace the only necessary tires, he did the work himself. This required removing the old tires off the rims and getting the new tires onto the rims.  With better equipment at his folks, Rick did the work there. Nonetheless, Rick’s Mom commented how he worked up a sweat doing this. She also inquired about when he was old enough to graduate from doing this kind of work. Apparently not yet.

Rick was anxious for me to drive the Jeep with the new tires and see how it handled. The Jeep has a pile of miles on it. But I must say: it is amazing how much better it drives with two new tires! All for the price of one! This little exercise got me thinking. How much better would the Jeep drive if all four tires had been replaced? With winter driving a sure bet in the near future, I asked Rick. He was confident the front tires were just fine.

Is this just a little lesson on how tires got replaced on our Jeep? There is more. I couldn’t believe how simply buying one new tire made so much difference in how the Jeep handled and drove. With two new tires, it now drives like a much newer vehicle than it really is.

Let’s translate this analogy to our spiritual lives. Imagine if we embodied one new “tire” this next year into our spiritual lives. What is one thing that might have a “cost,” whether this is time, priority or upfront dedication, but could have a dramatic impact on our spiritual lives? Likewise, is there something sitting around, not fully being utilized, that we could put to work to enhance our spiritual journeys, much like the unused spare did on the Jeep?

Too often, I want to do a complete overhaul – replace all four tires – when this isn’t realistic. I’m expecting too much and by thinking I can do it all, I set myself up for failure. What I really should focus on is just one or two changes or updates or priorities that can take some of the “shimmy” out of my life. If I would just focus on one or two things, I’d be amazed at how much smoother my life’s ride might be.

During World War II, Winstin Churchill said, “Failure to plan is planning to fail.” Unless we reflect upon the messages we’ve explored during Advent and plan for how these lessons will take root in our lives, they will be a bunch of good thoughts that may or may not become embodied in our lives. This is as much of a challenge for myself as it is for anyone else. I’m committed to looking for those one or two things which I can change, improve or adopt. I pray that you will also.

Let us pray: We rejoice in the light, and we echo the song that comes down through the night from the heavenly throng. Ay! We shout to the lovely evangel they bring, and greet in his cradle our Savior and King! Amen.  

Blessings –


Singing for Baby Jesus

Dec. 30, 2011

Luke 2:13

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

I love Christmas carols and songs. I love music, so why wouldn’t I love the great songs of the season? Yes, I love the traditional carols. But I also value and appreciate many of the newer more contemporary Christmas songs.

Personally, I feel music and sung words bring about great meaning to the Christmas story. When the company of angels appeared to the shepherds, we don’t actually know if they sang. Scripture says they were praising God. But don’t the words, “Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests” sound better sung than simply spoken?

On the radio, we often hear Christmas songs and carols beginning the day after Thanksgiving, running right up through Christmas Day. And then they stop. Not a Christmas Carol to be heard.

I find this rather interesting, in that Advent purists (of which I’m not), insist upon only having Advent songs in worship during Advent. Christmas carols are not to be sung in worship until Christmas Eve and going forward.

This is another divide between secular and some Christian cultures. Just when secular culture is done with Christmas carols, some churches are finally beginning to sing Christmas carols in worship!

What I found interesting is that the Madison Christian radio station played all Christmas songs for a couple weeks before Christmas, including secular songs such as “Up on the Rooftop” and “Here Comes Santa Claus.” During this time, they promoted that after Christmas listeners would continue to hear uplifting music and had a few sound bits of a few popular contemporary Christian songs. On Dec. 26th, the radio station switched to all contemporary Christian music.

Personally, I love Christmas songs before, during and after Christmas. With a lack of Christmas songs on the radio in the true Christmas season, I popped in a CD in the car this week. I’m not ready to have them disappear for another year yet. In fact, we’ll be singing lots of Christmas carols this Sunday at Midland UMC.

When the angels came to the shepherds, they were so excited to share the good news. Whether it was sung or shouted, it doesn’t matter. It was fantastic news. The shepherds were so moved by their angelic voices that they quickly decided to seek out the baby. And find him, they did.

Like the angels, the shepherds were so moved by the new baby that they had to shout it out to everyone that they saw. Did they do it in perfect four-part harmony? Hardly. My guess is that these shepherds probably didn’t have perfectly trained singing voices. But their message certainly was filled with joy.

When the church is darkened on Christmas Eve and the ushers light a candle off of the Christ candle and then dispense of the flame to everyone in worship, my breath is taken away. As I strum “Silent Night” on the guitar and watch the flickering flames dance across the church’s ceiling, I want to freeze this moment. I don’t want the song to end. I want to hold everyone for a moment longer so we can be deeply moved by the moment, the song’s words, the deep feeling I pray others also have in their bellies. In those moments, I want to be able to sing Christmas carols every day of the year. And why shouldn’t we? I think there would be a heavenly chorus that just might join in.

Let us pray: Silent night, holy night, shepherds quake at the sight. Glories stream from heaven afar, heavenly hosts sing “Alleluia!” Jesus, Lord, at thy birth. Jesus, Lord, at thy birth.

Blessings –


Being Just a Night Watchmen

Dec. 29, 2011

Luke 2:8

And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you: he is the Messiah, the Lord. This will be a sign to you; You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

What did it mean to be a shepherd at the time Jesus was born? It wasn’t a very glamorous job. Instead, it was a job that was pretty much towards the bottom of the “most desired job.” It wasn’t a very high paying job or glamorous job. But it was a job.

The shepherds who were Jesus’ first visitors were basically night watchmen. They would take turns, making sure the sheep were safe throughout the night. There wasn’t a shed or a lean to where the sheep stayed in throughout the night. The sheep were out in the open: right where wolves or coyotes or thieves could easily take them if the night watchmen weren’t doing their job.

I grew up on a dairy farm but my sisters and I also had sheep. They were our 4-H projects, something we raised and sold as a way to earn money for college. We planned the time for the ewes (female sheep) to lamb (have their babies) based on when the fair was. So, during the month of January – often the year’s coldest month – is when our ewes would have babies.

It wasn’t uncommon for us to end up with bottle lambs. These are lambs that lost their mother or the mother decided not to care for. We’d become their pseudo “mom,” making sure they’d get fed every few hours.

When I was about 10 or 11, one of my ewes had twin buck (boy) lambs. She didn’t make it. Suddenly, I was responsible for caring for these cute and leggy little guys. When we’d end up with bottle lambs, Mom would let us keep them in the house for a week or two. We’d put them in a big cardboard box in the back entry room into the house. There was a little electric heater in the room which would help keep the babies warm.

The challenge is that like human babies, baby lambs need to be fed every few hours. We’d convert old glass pop bottles into feeding bottles, using special lamb milk replacer to make milk. The milk was poured into the old pop bottles and attached a nipple. Whenever we had bottle lambs, we had to be a little careful about which pitcher of milk was grabbed out of the refrigerator. Usually marked on the side, if you didn’t look carefully, you might end up with the wrong milk on your cereal!

Getting these twin boys fed was a huge responsibility for a pre-teen. I’d feed them in the morning before school. Mom was great about making sure they got fed during the day. As soon as I got home from school and a few more times each day, I’d make sure they’d get fed. Once they were a couple weeks old and getting out of the box, Mom would decide they were big enough to go back outside with the rest of the mommas and babies.

This would mean feeding them in the dark a couple times each day. I can clearly remember going out for the last feeding of the evening, about 10 PM, in the cold, crisp air. I’d take a flash light to help guide my way. By now, the boys knew the schedule and would be waiting for their midnight snack. As soon as they heard me walking towards the sheep yard, they’d run up by the fence, waiting for me to arrive. I’d stand in the moonlight, holding tightly onto the bottles while the little guys sucked on them like there was no tomorrow.

These guys depended upon me and my Mom to get them fed. They knew who their shepherds were. We took our job seriously.

What would have happened, had one night, during that last feeding of the night, an angel had appeared to me? Would have I trusted myself and believed it? Or would have I thought I was simply tired, sleep-deprived and dreaming? Would have I carefully listened to the important message the angel shared, or would have I only been interested in getting in out of the cold and crawling into my bed to warm up?

Thank goodness those shepherds in the fields near Bethlehem weren’t skeptics. Just as the angel had announced to Mary, the angel also encouraged the shepherds not to be afraid. Not be afraid? Who was the angel think he/she was? Somehow, the shepherds kept their wits about them, heard what the angel said, which was re-enforced by a whole bunch of angel friends.

The most important job of the night is no longer making sure no wild animal tackles a sheep. Or making sure the sheep don’t get caught in some brush. Finding the long-awaited Messiah becomes job #1.

Bethlehemwasn’t a terribly large town 2,000 years ago. But without a star to guide them to the right cave, it probably took the shepherds more than one attempt to find just the right cave where Baby Jesus was. The shepherds are persistent and find the baby who by now was sleeping in a manger. His astonished parents were trying to get their heads around the events of the last day.

The shepherds, well, they were simply amazed. Why were they chosen to be that baby’s first visitors? No job would be too humble for Jesus. He’d be willing to do whatever his Father asked him to do, including being a sheep night watchman, if necessary.

I think about how those twin buck lambs depended upon me, my Mom and sometimes my sisters who helped out when necessary. The boys heard me coming, long before they saw me. They trusted that I would bring them dinner. They were so excited to see me; their heads would bob up and down, anticipating getting to drink out of the bottle. After they were done eating, they’d baa at me, as if to thank me for filling their little tummies.

Like any baby, as they got a little bigger and their tummies slowly increased in size, we’d give them increasing amounts of milk and lengthen the time between feedings. Even as they received fewer feedings throughout the day, they still knew who their shepherd was.

Do you know who your shepherd is? As you’ve gotten older and moved from spiritual milk to more solid food, do you still anticipate spending time with your shepherd? Or do you think you can do it more often on your own? When you get into trouble – when wild things come into your life – are you able to call out to your shepherd, ask and receive help? Or do you simply think you can handle any situation on your own? Do you thank your shepherd night watchman for looking over you and your family?

Luke’s gospel tells us the shepherds were so astonished by the night’s events that they told everyone what had happened. Their lives were changed forever. Yes, they were still shepherds. But in their often simple lives, something big had happened.

I pray that in our simple lives, something big will happen that will change our lives forever. Maybe getting to know your shepherd a bit more might be one of those things.

Let us pray: Shepherds, why this jubilee? Why your joyous strains prolong? What the gladsome tidings be which inspire your heavenly song?

Blessings –



Letting Your Soul Catch Up

Dec. 28, 2011

Luke 5:16

But Jesus often withdrew to lonely places and prayed.

Today, I am tired. Honestly, I really didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I would have been happy to spend the morning reading in bed and taking a nap as I desired. My whole body is tired this day. I’m thinking that it just needs a little down time.

As for many of you, the past week has been overfull. Add to this, I woke up Christmas morning at 3 AM with a cramping tummy and not feeling well. I spent the next five hours on the bathroom floor, contemplating how I was going to get myself ready for church. I drug myself there and while I was no where near the top of my game, we celebrated Jesus’ birth. Two family Christmas celebrations later, I was wiped out.

I’m feeling much better. But sometimes, our bodies need a bit more rest. I didn’t set an alarm this morning. I decided to let my body wake up when it was ready. It deserved it.

There’s a story about a wealthy American businessman who wanted to climb Mount Everest. I’ll try to recall the events. The window in which people can do this in the spring is quite narrow. Because of business dealings, his planned trip was near the end of this window. Add to this, a storm was predicted that would make the ascent even more difficult.

The American man hired the best team possible to help him make the climb. This included a guide as well as excellent local Sherpa’s, native men who are accustomed to the higher elevation. They are the hard-working guys who work on getting the necessary supplies to the various base camps along the way.

With the storm approaching, the American instructed his hired guide and Sherpas that they would go further each day than initially planned for to ensure his reaching the peak. For three days, the crew worked especially hard, through difficult weather. They were making good progress.

One day, the sun came out and the weather was perfect for climbing. The American was surprised when the Sherpas were not busy preparing for departure. He approached the guide, angry, that the natives were not taking his ascent seriously. He demanded to know what the problem was. The guide simply told him the Sherpas refused to journey that day.

The American approached the head Sherpa, wanting to know what the problem was. If they needed more money, he would accommodate. He desperately wanted to reach the peak. This was the year he was going to cross “climbing Mount Everest” off his bucket list. The head Sherpa quietly told the businessman that he and his friends would not be leaving from camp that day. When the American demanded an explanation, the head Sherpa told him in broken English that they had been pushing and moving so fast the three previous days that they needed a day for their souls to catch up.

Have you ever felt like you needed a day for your soul to catch up to you? In these days between Christmas and New Years, it is often a good time to set aside some time intentionally to let your soul catch up.

As I was driving out to church this morning, knowing that I was getting a late start, I pondered a few questions. Did Jesus ever get tired? Were there days he just wanted to lay in bed a little longer and let his weary bones rest? Did his soul need catching up?

One difference, of many, between Jesus and I is that Jesus did a better job of regularly keeping his soul in check. He was certainly more disciplined, intentional and regular in doing the things he needed to do to keep himself filled mentally, spiritually, physically and emotionally. We see this throughout the Gospels, when he intentionally takes time to break away from his “important” work and spend time quietly with his Father. He understood that as necessary as it is for us to be with other folks, there are times when our bodies, minds, spirits and souls need down time. And he took it.

Have you been able to find some time this week to let your body, mind, spirit and soul rest? Will you allow yourself time to let your soul catch up with you? If Jesus thought this was a good idea, maybe we should too.

Going back to theMount Everest story, I do believe the Sherpa’s were up, early the following morning, ready to continue their trek. Did they make it to the peak? I can’t remember. I’m not sure it matters. Reaching the ultimate goal requires our souls be intact. If we leave it behind, then will we ever really cross the finish line?

Let us pray: God rest ye, merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay. Remember Christ our Savior was born upon this day; to save us all from Satan’s power when we were gone astray. O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy; O tidings of comfort and joy.

Blessings –


More than a Seven Pound Sacrifice

Dec. 27, 2011

Hebrews 10:10

And it is by God’s will that we have been sanctified through the offering of the body of Jesus Christ once for all.

On December 25, one of my Facebook friends made this posting:

Today’s the day my God was born.

I absolutely love this!

Recently, Rick and I watched the move “Seven Pounds.” We had no clue what this Will Smith film was really about. Smith portrays himself an IRS audit person who selects seven people to help: seven people who have terminal illnesses. He physically gives a bit of himself to each person to help them deal with their physical ailment.

A problem arises when he develops strong feelings for one woman he plans to help. Does he forgo his plan to help all the people so that he can have a relationship with this woman?

It’s a very provocative movie. While it moved slowly in the beginning and we were trying to figure out the plot line, we hung in there and were glad we did.

Ever since we watched the movie, I’ve thought about how this man ultimately gave of himself to change seven other people’s lives: eyes for a blind man, bone marrow for a young boy, part of his liver for an older woman, and his heart for a woman are examples of what he does. He makes huge sacrifices … combined sacrifices most human beings would not be willing to make.

There is one example of a human being who did this and much more. Who? Jesus.

Last summer, we learned a song at Vacation Bible School called, “He Gave.” It quickly became a favorite song for some of us leaders. Here are the words:

Lord, I want to be, please to you in everything I do.

And I want to love you more,

More than yesterday, more than words can say.

‘Cause you gave your life, You lived and died for me, for me.

You paid the price, You sacrificed for me, for me.

Now the least that I can do

Is live my life for you.

Christ was born, lived his life and gave up his life sacrificially just for you and me. For me, this is a significant part of the Bible’s message, the reason I serve as a pastor and why I try and live my life the way I do. Jesus sacrificed so much for me, the least that I can do is to live my life for him.

Let us pray: Come, Thou long expected Jesus, Born to set Thy people free. From our fears and sins release us; Let us find our rest in thee. Amen.  

Blessings –