Richard's Ramblings

To Live with Death in Mind

2011-01-24T11:21:00.006-05:00

This morning as I backed out of my drive and drove away to work, I glanced over at my house. My mind jumped instantly to the thought, "I wonder what Donna was thinking about as she drove away from the house on that last day." (For those who do not know me or who have not read this blog before, my late wife, Donna, died in a automobile accident in 2008.)

My mind turned to contemplation. First the old: do we live for the moment or do we live in the moment?

Then, I started wondering: if we knew that we would die in the next few minutes, hours, or days, what would we spend time thinking about. Would we dwell on hurt, disappointment, anger, jealousy, and pain? Would we live in the past, whether sad or joyful? Would we continue to allow our frustrations to dominate us?

Or...would we notice the beauty around us? Would we relish this moment? Would we contemplate love and goodness?

I actually tried some of this on my drive in to work. I noticed the water-color appearance of the clouds against the sky, even the stark crispness of leafless trees etched against that same sky. Then, there were the evergreens holding on to their needles in contrast to their naked neighbors. And, of course, I had to be grateful that the sun was not in my eyes! It actually became a more pleasant drive.

Seems to me the scripture even speaks to this:

Finally, brethren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things. (Philippians 4:8 KJV)

Wow! So, dying or not, our thoughts should be consumed with the good stuff of life and not bogged down with the bad.

Now, I'm not sure that our thoughts will change how we die, but I am convinced that our thoughts can change how we live. Can you imagine the possibilities?

Catharsis and Prayer

2010-10-01T22:25:00.001-04:00

She was not there, but I was.

11:30 a.m., the time on her death certificate, two years ago on October 1, 2008.

Because of a wedding in the family, I was able to visit the cemetery in Bluefield, VA, on this anniversary of her death. Before arriving, I was not sure what my emotions, my thoughts, would be. But, here I was...

First, cleaning off the marker and throwing away the old flowers: both ours and her mom's. There were no flowers at our site, just a pot full of water and old styrofoam - it had been a while since I had been able to come.

Then, the new flowers came out - her mom's first, then her's.

During this process there was talk, obviously one-sided. And, of course, I knew she was not there. In fact, I don't believe she could even hear what I was saying. God is so good that I know in my heart that He shields her from every hint of the pain and sorrow that dogged her life here on earth. Perhaps if there was something good, He would share it, but I feel that she doesn't know of or feel even my pain, and that is very good!!

But, I talked. I talked about the wedding, about Abby, about me. Whatever came to mind, I just talked.

At times, knowing that only God could truly hear the words, the feelings, the pain, the talk shifted into prayer.

I stayed longer this time, partially because I wanted to be there at that exact moment that marked the time of her earthly departure, but also because the talk came easily. And, even the quietness and solitude felt good.

Near the end of my visit, I just sat on the nearby statuary (a statue of our Lord kneeling and praying in the Garden of Gethsemane before His own trial and death), and just contemplated.

It occurred to me that what I was doing wasn't solving any of the worlds problems; it wasn't even solving any of mine. But, then I thought...most of those problems are really not that important after all - perspective!

It was a good time! Catharsis and prayer! Amen!

Thoughts on Christmas 2009

2009-12-26T01:03:00.002-05:00

Christmas has been interesting this year.

At Thanksgiving my hotwater heater leaked and created a small flood in my garage. One of the items I had to remove was a Christmas tree covered with a red plastic bag tree cover. When I uncovered it, I discovered one of Donna's Charlie Brown trees with the lights still on it. So, this year I have a Christmas tree, in the front window no less with lights - no angel, no star, no decorations - but a tree with lights. (I did put a wreath on the door and a small manger scene just inside the front door.)

After the Christmas Eve Service at First Baptist Church of Jefferson, GA, I had a 2-plus hour night-time drive to my parent's home. Along the way my most interesting thought was a feeling that I was leaving Donna at home in the bed while I went to my parent's for Christmas - yes, odd. Perhaps it reminded me of the several months when I would leave her at home traveling to Sandersville for my Interim Associate Pastor position at Sisters Baptist Church there. Perhaps it came because I was not going to be able to go to Virginia this Christmas to visit her grave. Whatever the reason, it was a feeling I had.

Christmas morning after getting up and somewhere around a breakfast of sausage, toast, and grits, and opening our presents to each other, I discovered Hedgehog Launch at Shockwave.com. So...I wasted a lot of time launching hedgehogs. Just wish it was as easy to make money - I got up to over $4 million - nice dreaming.

At lunch we headed over to my sister's house to eat. It was she and her husband, their three daughters and two sons-in-law, plus me and our parents. After a brief visit and some looking at their presents, the tables were set up and set and we began to eat. Suddenly we were interupted by the news that the house one my nieces lived in had been broken into and some items were apparently stolen (of greater importance to my niece, the cat was missing).

Suddenly the meal was hurried, gifts were quickly exchanged as my niece and her dad prepared for a quick trip to Atlanta to see the damage and do what they could to secure the property. We discovered somewhere along the way that the thieves had apparently been arrested and perhaps some items recovered. Later when they returned, they reported that they couldn't do much until tomorrow when the officers who were investigating this crime were back on duty. Some items were still missing, but we are hoping that they can be recovered. Oh yes, the cat was found and is OK.

I wish for all of you a Joyous Christmas (yes, the first day of Christmas is past, but we have 11 more) and a Blessed New Year!

Christmas has definitely been different and interesting this year.

Richard

In Memoriam: Donna Dickson

2009-04-01T11:51:00.000-04:00

Today is the 6 month anniversary of Donna's passing from this life through to that blessed hope and promise of life that never ends.

On October 1, 2008 at 11:30 a.m. (according to the death certificate), Donna lost control of the car she was driving, hit a tree, and passed from this life of pain and trial.

I know that her current life is far, far better than this one ever was, even on its best day, so I would not for the life of me wish that she was back. But, I do miss her!

Perhaps it fits during these days of Lent as we evaluate our lives in the light of Christ's suffering, sacrifice, and death for us and our sin. Through all of this life's joys and sorrows, we can trust ourselves to Him because of the hope that bursts through the open door of the tomb - He lives! He lives! And, because He lives, so shall we.

The life holds no promise of tomorrow (or even of this afternoon). It is only in Christ that we have the promise of tomorrow.

Blessings,
Richard

In Memoriam:

Donna C. Dickson

December 18, 1961 - October 1, 2008

Questions and Answers - Reply

2009-02-13T00:23:00.001-05:00

This is a reply (I can see an ongoing discussion and it might be interesting to see it take place across our two blogs) to Tim Trussell-Smith's response to a question I asked of him which can be found at:
Checking In: Questions and Answers.

Tim,
You are a sharp one! Yes, the question was actually based on something I ran across as I perused the First Parish Church of Dorchester, Unitarian Universalist website that you linked to. I quote:

Unitarian Universalism is a religion in which each church member has a right to state honest feelings without being constrained by any dogma. Unitarianism, which evolved from the Puritan tradition, taught a reasoned exploration of religious truth and rejected Trinitarian Christianity. Universalism rejected the harsh Calvinist beliefs that humans are depraved and alienated from God, and taught that God's love for creation is unconditional and that no one is separated from this all-conquering Love. The two denominations merged in 1961 to form the Unitarian Universalist Association.

As Unitarian Universalists we believe we are free to work out our own theological beliefs using a well-disciplined search for truth.

I noticed, of course, right away, the items that UU rejects: trinitarian christianity (looks like a rejection of Jesus as God) and "harsh Calvinist beliefs ..." (looks like a straw man for rejection of Scripture as inspired text). Then, it goes on to speak about a "well-disciplined search for truth."

To my mind to reject the possibility of these 2 being true has already hampered the search for truth. Therefore if the UU is in reality searching for truth and arrives at the conclusion that Jesus is in fact God and that Scripture is in fact the inspired Word of God, then he is either forced by that original rejection to reject the truth he has found or to reject the rejection of that truth and thereby reject the beliefs that he started with.

This is the point behind the original question as you so astutely observed.

With great love,
Uncle Richard

First Visit

2009-01-03T16:25:00.003-05:00

Today, December 31, 2008, the last day of the last year of her life, I visited the cemetery. Technically not the first time, but the first time since our trip up for her burial.

Grandview Memory Gardens is a beautiful cemetery located in Bluefield, Virginia. This is where her mother is buried. We have been visiting together almost every year since her mother's death. Next to her mother are her grandmother's and grandfather's remains. I suppose for these generations, Grandview has replaced the family cemetery.

In the fall, the gently sloping hills of Grandview do reveal a grand view of beautifully colored trees and the mountains just over the hilltop. As I said earlier, it is a beautiful cemetery.

Donna is buried just below the "Jesus in the Garden of Gethsemane" monument, slightly to the left. Next to her is a spot reserved for me. I had wondered if I would feel unusual seeing my name on a grave marker, but it wasn't awkward at all.

One of the reasons that I had delayed coming back was the marker. I thought I had understood that the marker would be in place 6-8 weeks after the burial. However, the reality it was 6-8 weeks after the final payment. So, instead of coming at Thanksgiving, I was visiting at year's end.

I wasn't even sure the marker was in place, but I had some vacation time that I needed to take, and I just felt like I needed to visit. It has been almost 3 months since we were here.

Well, it was chilly, very windy day - it felt cold with snow flurries and a little accumulation. In fact, I stopped by Wal-Mart on the way to purchase a pair of gloves and an insulated, pull-over cap which proved to be a very good choice. In just a few minutes I was at the cemetery. After parking the car, I left Abby in the car to first check it all out.

As I approached our plot, I noticed what looked like the same flower arrangement we had left on the day after her burial. Then I noticed that the new marker was in place. For a marker it looked good, just like I had ordered.

After checking out our plot and Donna's grave, I went over to check on her mother's spot. There I pulled out the old flowers and headed to the garbage to throw them away. Then I went back to the car to get the flowers that I had brought to place on both of the graves.

I had originally thought both arrangements were the same, but as I carried them, I realized that one had roses and the other carnations. You can guess which one Donna got - obviously the roses. After placing the flowers in her vase, I went and placed the flowers for her mother.

Then it was back to the car to get the camera. We have over the years made a habit of recording each visit with pictures of the flowers. It was different, of course, this year since Donna had not made the arrangements. And, although I am so very grateful to the florist who prepared them and gave me a good price on two, I noted that they just were not Donna's arrangments.

Next, it was back to the car to get Abby so she could visit.

Now, I realize that the person who was and is Donna is not buried in that cold hillside. What is there is only the physical shell that she inhabited while living on this earth. This was made so obvious at the Bluefield funeral home, when Abby was allowed to visit inside and I held her over her "mommy." There was no recognition at all. Even without scriptural theology and biblical knowledge, this small creature knew the truth that so many of us would deny: Donna was not present in that casket.

But, I also realized that in this place is the only physical representation that I have of the one that I loved and cared for (who also cared for me) for over 25 years.

So, Abby's visit was true to form. She was far more interested in exploring this territory and finding interesting things to put into her mouth than in "visiting." So, it wasn't long before we headed back to the car.

However, I was finding it very difficult to leave. So, I went back a final time. I was getting a lot of exercise - these ARE hills.

Each time, I went to the grave, I talked to "her." I wasn't sure I would be able to do this, as I am pretty certain that she is shielded from the hurts and pains of this life - that her attention is focused on the One who gave His life for her, and I am very, very OK with that. But, especially on this final trip to the grave, I did talk. I figured that God was listening - He is One who is responsible for my care - and that He would share anything that He figured was important with her. So, I talked and as I talked the tears came...again.

Finally, I knew that I would have to leave. So, I bid my adieu. With words that I can only be sure God heard, I told her that I loved her and that I missed her.

Even, as I type this (in a word processor since I don't have internet access at this moment), my eyes are moist. I don't know how long it will be before I can make it back to Bluefield to visit her gravesite. I am so grateful to her cousins, Jim and Susan, who are hosting me on this trip. Together, we will celebrate the New Year tomorrow. But, Donna is not here with me. She would have enjoyed the snow and the visit with family, but she can't.

I miss her!

I wasn't sure of the feelings I would have, but it was what I wanted and needed to do. It was not difficult, but it was not easy.

But, I made my first visit!

Richard

Christmas

2008-12-29T18:23:00.000-05:00

After the Christmas Eve service at First Baptist Church, Jefferson, Georgia, Abby and I drove down to my parent's house for Christmas. (For thoughts on the Christmas Eve service see http://musicmusings-rsd.blogspot.com/2008/12/sharing-light.html.)

The next day, Christmas Day, when I got up I dressed for the day. It had been indicated that we didn't need to be late in arriving at my sister's house as we were at Thanksgiving, so I was going to be ready. We did take some time to open our gifts to each other.

I was ready, but we were still later than planned, although still in plenty of time for the meal. In fact, my brother-in-law had yet to put the turkey in to fry when we arrived.

All of the family was there. Actually, I qualify this by saying that Donna was the only one who was not there. Of course, the Trussell's might have added Betty and Everett to that list of those not gathered for the celebration.

The food was very good. Carol (and Kenny) did an excellent job with the food preparation. Then there were gifts to open. Most were exchanges between the Trussell's - parents and children, but there were a few exchanges between them, me, and my parents.

Then there was the afternoon together and then the food was uncovered for a second round of eating, which we did in stages. Then, some started to play a game that had been received for Christmas. Then, it was time for the goodnights and goodbyes.

It was good to see the family gathered: Melissa, of course, came from Atlanta; Joy and Andrew had come from Ft. Worth, Texas (they had arrived earlier to celebrate birthdays and their 1st Anniversary with Kenny and Carol and with his parents); and April and Tim had come in from Boston, Massachusetts.

Joy and Andrew left the next day. They had to return, I believe for a job interview. The rest of us were able to gather Friday evening for another meal at a local restaurant.

It was good to see you all.

Since Donna and I did not regularly spend Christmas with my folks, there were not so many memories, other than last year when we were all there, but sick.

I was able to share some of Donna's nice purses with the ladies of the family and that was good. Me, I got a robe, lounging pants and a shirt, cashews, candy, pants, a tie, a donation with thoughts of Donna and I, and a toaster oven.

Thanks all! God's blessings on each in your endeavors this coming year!

Richard/Uncle Richard

Her Birthday

2008-12-29T18:00:00.001-05:00

For weeks I had contemplated the observance of Donna's birthday. What could I do that would both help me through the day and, at the same time, give proper celebration to her life?

Someone suggested taking the largest picture that I had of her and sitting with it before me as I thought about her. Immediately I thought...NOT!

One thing that she did enjoy on her special days (birthday and anniversary) was going out to eat. This year, as for several years, the Versaille at Chateau Elan was not a practical solution.

So the obvious was sushi. She loved sushi and anytime was a good occasion for it.

I issued the invitation to those who would like to join me in a celebration of Donna's life to meet me at RuSans in Athens, Georgia. Of course, December 18 was a Thursday, making it difficult for some. Others had there own celebrations: birthday and Christmas parties already scheduled. Some just don't care for sushi or Japanese cuisine. But, we assembled, all who could and all who would. The size of the party was actually just a perfect size for a celebration of this type.

Thank you to Charles and Allie, Charles and Gwen, and Claire for making the day special. May God's light graciously shine on you for your kindness. And, the fact, that you enjoyed the food was a great benefit.

Thanks and blessings,
Richard

Thanksgiving 2008

2008-11-28T16:42:00.000-05:00

Well, the first of the major events without Donna has passed.

Originally, I had planned to be in Virginia for Thanksgiving. The cemetery had indicated that the grave marker would be in place in 6-8 weeks - I thought after the burial. However, I discovered that they meant after payment. So, hopefully, there will be a marker by Christmas - perhaps.

I suppose it was better this way. By coming to my parents for Thanksgiving, there were several advantages.

One, I had contracted some type of throat virus - that's what the doc called it. Even with a shot on Tuesday, I am still dealing with the effects of a sore throat (much less today) and stuffed-up head. Better here than on a 5-hour road trip.

Two, since Donna and I had rarely come to my parents for Thanksgiving, there were few memories to deal with, especially as my sister was the actual host for the Thanksgiving meal at her house.

There have been moments, as there have been the past 2 months (already, it's almost 2 months since the accident), but all in all, we have made it just fine this holiday season.

Now, there remains her birthday (December 18), Christmas, our anniversary (January 21) - it would have been 26 years, and Valentines. By God's grace, I anticipate that we will be sustained and make it through these events as well.

Dear God,
Thank you for Your own goodness, grace, and mercy.
Thank you for Donna and our more than 25 years together.
Thank you for family and friends who love and support.
Thank you for Jesus and His great sacrifice.
Amen!

God is VERY good!
Richard

Lonely

2008-10-11T23:22:00.001-04:00

Today, my parents returned to their home. I turned, walked into the house with Abby, and said to her something like, "Now we're on our own." And it was a sad moment.

Wednesday, October 1, life changed drastically...Donna was killed in a one-car accident. Immediately there was the rush of others to help. The sheriff and a local pastor who took me to the hospital to see her; the myriads of people who came to make my house presentable to those who would drop by; my niece, parents, and sister and brother-in-law appearing. There was the need to find Abby (she was with her "mother" at the time of the accident and ended up spending the night in the woods).

Then, we moved to the funeral home to make arrangements. Next was the visitation on Friday and the funeral service on Saturday. Then on Sunday, we left for Virginia for a graveside service and burial on Tuesday with the need to go on Monday and finalize arrangements with the cemetery.

Next was the trip home on Wednesday and the need to start going through Donna's things.

Today, my parents returned to their home...and now here with Abby...

I feel lonely!

Richard

Dandelions

2008-06-21T15:00:00.000-04:00

Dandy Lions
Dan duh Lie ons
Dan dell eeons

Interesting word combos, but I digress (yes, I started by digressing).

Last week, I cut the grass.

Actually, to be more precise, I cut the dandelions.

It was actually fairly easy as there had not been much rain, so the real grass had not grown (often as high as a foot or so before I get it cut). And nothing was bloated with nectar/grass sap/whatever it's called.

Dandelion flowers are actually very pretty. I love the yellow color. And the white puffballs are pretty as well, although much unwanted because of their readiness and willingness to float out and create another 'child' at the smallest breathe. (As to the leaves, not so much.)

I guess a lesson is obvious here. The beauty of the flower hides the danger.

(Wow! More digression!)

Anyhow, as I cut the 'grass' and pondered the predominance of dandelions and their ability to flourish with so little water, a thought occured to me:

If the folk in hell were to sweat, I bet dandelions would grow there!

Blessings,
Richard

A Skunk, a Retractable Leash, and God

2008-06-05T18:57:00.002-04:00

As you will know if you have visited my website (DicksonHome.net) we have a miniature Schnauzer named Abby. Actually, she has her own webpage, click here to view it.

One of my jobs each night is to go outside with Abby so she can take care of "business."

This past Tuesday night as we went outside, Abby discovered something she thought interesting and took off running into the lot next door. I did see her do a quick jump, spin, etc., but didn't think much of it. She did more running and some barking, but these are all fairly usual for her.

As we continued our journey around the house, I noticed an odor in the air. Well, in our neck of the woods, "that odor" is one thing - a skunk. But, then again, that is not unusual either.

We continued our journey and went inside the house. The odor persisted in the house, but that also is not unusual when the smell is strong outside. However, I did wonder and I bent down to smell Abby. Well, it had been some time since her last bath so she didn't smell pretty, but nothing stung my nose, so I didn't think more of it.

Then, we went into the bedroom, where Donna commented on the smell and how strong it was. OK, short story long, Abby HAD got it, at least some of it - enough to make her unpleasant to be around. So, Donna sprayed her with some "smell better" stuff and lit a Yankee Candle tart.

Well, Wednesday came and I went to work. Later in the day, Donna revealed that she couldn't take it any longer and had given Abby a bath - actually 2 baths.

So, when I got home (and she did smell much better when she greeted me at the door), it was again time for me to do the nightly honors. However, with "the odor" already present in the air outside, I knew we didn't want to risk the previous night's adventure with a clean Abby.

Out came the halter and retractable leash and then the trip outside.

Abby, of course, wanted to explore so I willingly went with her, but in those areas (especially along the back fence) that I wasn't sure about I held the leash so that she could not enter those areas.

Our retractable leash allows about a 15 foot distance from "holder" to "restrainee" so Abby had a circle with about a 30 foot diameter that she was FREE to roam, and I was moving so this circle was constantly being expanded for her. However, she generally stayed at the far end of the restraint and wanted more.

Then, I thought about God!

There is a continuing struggle in theological circles about God's sovereignty and human freedom.

I did wonder if God's sovereignty might not somehow be like that retractable leash. He is in control. As His child, He puts restraints on my life, both for my protection and for His glory. Yet, He willingly lets me to wander and explore "freely" as long as I stay within the realm of what He allows. Of course, I often push to the end of the restraint and want more freedom, but God knows what is best and so He lovingly holds the leash steady and keeps me from the danger that I would so readily get into.

Hmmm...a skunk, a retractable leash, and God...

I wonder!

Blessings,
Richard

It Was a Miracle

2008-05-12T18:17:00.000-04:00

It was nothing short of at least a minor miracle, if not a major miracle - Donna was able to be in church with me this past Sunday, May 11.

First, there is the pain that she lives with. On Saturday, Sunday attendance was looking doubtful as she experienced pain, discomfort, the effects of medicine, whatever.

Second, there is the hurt that she has experienced, even those things one runs across in a new church that bring up old wounds that are not yet healed.

Third, it was Mother's Day - a day full of pain for one who has so wanted to experience motherhood and has been denied, as well as a reminder of the loss of her mother just before Mother's Day several years ago.

But, there she was, struggling at times to get ready so early in the morning, but walking out the door and getting in the car to travel the distance.

There she was, seated at the piano, taking part in worship leadership through 2 services.

There she was, on the pew beside me, crying through the sermon as she thought of her mom and the child she would never have.

The service was made easier by the fact that there were no babies to dedicate and no special recognition of those who WERE mothers (as opposed to those who WERE NOT mothers).

There were roses in the big pot at the front given to support the American Cancer Society's Walk for Life (now a cause for Donna as a survivor of melanoma), one which honored her and another which honored the memory of her mother.

So, as we sang the Doxology, her own voice raised in song and praise, I give praise to God for this, for ...

It was a miracle!

Blessings,
Richard

Check It Out

2008-05-09T18:26:00.000-04:00

Besides encouraging you to check out my other blog Music Musings, where my posting is more frequent than here, I would like for you to check out DicksonHome.net.

I have added links to Top New Stories and a Today in History section so that it is not the same thing everytime you go to my website.

Thanks so much and ...

Blessings,
Richard

A Basic Christian Library

2008-05-04T23:18:00.000-04:00

What are some of the books that one might find in a basic Christian library?

I have posted some recommendations with links for your consideration.

There are Bibles, reference books, and devotional books. I also included a link to "The Chronicles of Narnia" since there is much interest in the movie "Prince Caspian" that is coming out in theatres.

It is a long page with a lot of information, but I hope it will prove helpful.

You can find my recommendations on my website, Dickson Home, by clicking here or on the link on the sidebar and then clicking on the menu link to "Recommended Reading."

Blessings,
Richard

(Note: this is a duplicate of the post on Music Musings.)

Rebecca St. James Embarrassed

2008-04-21T22:14:00.003-04:00

At least she ought to be!

I usually listen to Contemporary Christian Music as I travel to and from work each day. I generally like the style and it helps keep me awake. Therefore, I don't consider myself a classical prude when it comes to this style of music.

However, I often wonder what the musicians and producers are thinking. Don't they ever actually listen to this stuff they are putting out.

How much longer do we have to listen to lyrics like "My-ee," "ho-lay," and "I ador-a-(breath sound)ore" (just say it and you'll understand that last one)? Even with the stylistic nature of contemporary music, singers ought to at the least be able to pronounce the words correctly! Some actually do!

This is Christian music - at least that is what we call it. If it is Christian shouldn't it be our best. It should definitely be better than what the world offers.

So, back to Rebecca St. James embarrassment. Frequently in the last few days, I have heard her rendition of the song "Breathe" - which I associate with Michael W. Smith. Maybe she was trying to catch the feeling of the title, but it throws me everytime she sings, "I-hi" - I have to say, "Hi" back. Then there is all of the air sucking sounds.

Let see if I can approximate what I hear:

"And I-high canuh live withou yooo (suck air)."

If the instrumentalists on the recording had been so sloppy, I feel they would have been fired. Where was the producer and what was he actually listening for? He should have been fired. And Rebecca St. James, well, she should be embarrassed. She has been in the business long enough to know better.

Come on Christian musicians/vocalists...be better. You can do it, and I feel sure that our Lord would be very appreciative of the extra effort.

Blessings,
Richard

DicksonHome

2008-04-08T21:47:00.000-04:00

For those who have not done so already, I wanted to invite my readers to visit my webpages: DicksonHome.net. They can be reached by clicking the link in the sidebar or by clicking here.

You will find pages about "our girls," as well as sermon notes, and who knows what else. Feel free to browse around. Some of the content may not be recent, but you will certainly find out a little more about us in the process.

Blessings,
Richard

VERY GOOD NEWS

2008-03-23T22:33:00.000-04:00

Dear Reader,

It is Easter Sunday and we have once again celebrated the resurrection of our Lord. I would be remis to not wish you all a very Happy and Joyous Easter.

One of my great joys is to announce the good news on Easter Sunday. I had that opportunity once again this year in our sunrise service. So once again before the clock tells us that another Easter Sunday has passed let's say it again.

Christ is risen! - He is risen indeed!
CHRIST IS RISEN! - HE IS RISEN INDEED!
CHRIST IS RISEN! - HE IS RISEN INDEED!

And that my dear readers is VERY GOOD NEWS!

Blessings,
Richard

Music Musings

2008-03-16T20:44:00.001-04:00

I appreciate so much those of you who read these rambling thoughts even though the postings are few and far between. Please understand that I will continue to post here from time to time as my rambling strikes, but ...

For those who are interested, I have started another blog which I have been adding to basically on a weekly basis. It has to do more particularly with the church I am currently serving and the music program that I lead there.

I have posting thoughts on the Lenten season scripture readings and how they, the sermon, and the choral music selection relate to the church's Lenten theme. Readers may find it interesting.

The blog is called Music Musings. You can access it at musicmusings-rsd.blogspot.com or by clicking the link in the column to the right.

Thank you again for your support.
Richard

Best Laid Plans -or- Happy 25th

2008-01-20T21:50:00.000-05:00

Well, it has been an interesting week, actually an interesting couple of weeks.

Friday, a week ago, ended with the Sons of Jubal Annual Retreat which this year involved an intense 2-day recording session. It was good, actually better than I thought it would be, but that's not the point of this story.

However, it, in part, helped lead up to an emotionally draining start to this past week. And this week ended, shall we say, very interestingly. Remember those best laid plans.

Ten years ago, Donna and I celebrated our 15th Wedding Anniversary with a small ceremony. I guess I should mention that Donna loves weddings. However, I asked if she could hold off on the big ceremony until our 25th. Well, she started them with the planning and preparations. She dreamed and planned and dreamed and planned and then dreamed some more. Along the way, the dreams changed or grew or whatever.

But, this past week, it caught up with us - the time arrived.

We had scheduled the big event for this past Friday, January 18th, at 7:00 p.m. A couple of years ago, while members at First Baptist Church, Toccoa, she had planned on having the ceremony in the new chapel, but with the new position at First Baptist Church, Jefferson, GA, one of those changes of plans happened and we scheduled it for that sanctuary with help and participation from members of our "new" church.

Then the week arrived and all was not done. Those last minute details got to be longer and out of hand. There was the rush to get it all done, but Donna was not physically or emotionally up to the task. She was simply worn out. Oh, she worked hard for the last two days with her friend Wanda helping out, but it was simply impossible to get it all done. Then there was the mad rush to get out of the house and on to Jefferson and the church. And, of course, in the rush, items - special items with a special place in the ceremony - were left at home (and with a 45 minute drive, were impossible to retrieve). We did remember some things like the plates and cups for the reception and we arranged for Wanda's husband to go by the house and pick up them up, but there were those other things that were not remembered until it was too late.

Donna was greatly saddened that all was not as she had dreamed it would be. Ten years of dreams altered by the last minute rush and the slipping of time.

For my part, small as it was, I thought it turned out well and Donna, well, she was more gourgeous than I remembered having seen her. Did I mention that she had gotten the wedding dress of her dreams (actually several years ago and at I price that even I thought was a bargain)?

Then after the ceremony, the reception, the photographs, and the clean-up, we were able to get away for our special weekend. We had planned a weekend in Atlanta visiting a few places that Donna wanted to go but for that first night, we rested. It was good, then we awoke to the promise of snow.

Now, you have to understand that Donna (and I) love snow, but now with the snow, more of Donna's carefully crafted plans were slipping (literally/figuratively??) away. So, with regrets we canceled our Saturday night stay, packed up, and headed home. Of course, this morning we learned that the snow was not nearly as bad as had been predicted and we probably could have continued with most of our plans (the zoo may not have worked out as the temperatures were very cold and it closes under those circumstances).

So ... what can we learn from this?

1. Life doesn't always go as we expect or plan. Sometimes we actually do have to just go with the flow and make the best of what we are handed.

2. The sweet is not in the details, but in the relationships. The details didn't match the dreams, but Donna and I did, in fact, before witnesses re-affirm our love for and commitment to each other. And, those who attended didn't seem to mind (or notice) that the topper for the groom's cake was missing - the one with the bride fishing for the groom - if you haven't heard that story yet, just ask me sometime when you see me.

3. God is still good. I can't pass up this opportunity. If you haven't guessed, this is a recurring theme.

So, now what are my plans?

Well, now I plan to try to take my bride to the zoo, the aquarium, and the world of Coke, but it probably won't be tomorrow and probably not all in one trip. I also plan to make up that second night away at some point, but probably not next weekend. And, my original plan is still in place - I plan to take my bride, on our anniversary, January 21 out to eat her favorite meal - sushi.

Who knows, even my plans may get changed, but love and commitment remain, not affected by changes in plans or dreams.

Donna, I love you! Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary!

Richard

Feeling Old, Vulnerable, & Very Grateful

2007-07-28T22:29:00.000-04:00

You know how older folks often talk about young folks (teenagers usually) and how they seem to believe that "it will NEVER happen to them," therefore they do some of the craziest things. Well, today I feel like a teenager with a wake-up call.

I had the opportunity this week to attend Church Music Georgia 2007, sponsored by the Georgia Baptist Convention Music and Worship Department. It was very good. I especially enjoyed the sessions with Dr. Bill Green. I also had the opportunity to stay with my Uncle Billy and Aunt Tootsie overnight - thank you so much!!

On the way home today, I had to stop by my new church (sorry I haven't blogged about this, but I start at First Baptist Church, Jefferson, GA this coming Wednesday, August 1 - a very special day for those in the know) to pull some anthems to begin preparation for my first rehearsal with them. OK, if you don't know, it's my B-day - happy, happy! I have wondered today if I was going to make it. Anyway, I digress ...

Well, when I left the church, I came through Commerce and got on the Interstate. As I traveled, the rain got heavier and heavier - so heavy in fact, that I actually thought it prudent to begin to slow down. Obviously not soon enough ...

I hit some heavy water on a bridge and the car started going in a direction I hadn't intended. Up until now, I actually thought I was a pretty good driver. I did think to start trying to turn the steering wheel in the opposite direction, but my car and the water on the road had some strange ideas. First, I saw the guardrail on the right beginning to move closer to the car, then we suddenly shifted away, and I think I was looking back down the road I had just been out of my side window, then the median showed up and my car just headed down in the ditch and up the otherside toward the rails shielding the on-coming traffic. Of course, the car by this time was now facing in the opposite direction from which it had started, and just as the rail was looming up ... the car stopped.

The engine was still running, the lights were still on, the windshield wipers were still flapping their merry little tune, and the rain was pouring down.

And, I sat there.

OK, the airbags didn't deploy. No other cars were involved. I hadn't flipped like the vehicle we had seen a few months back (see prevous blog - God's Timing). I thought to turn the engine off. I knew I needed to get out and check for damage, but I sure didn't want to get out in that rain.

And what had been going through my mind? No, I don't believe I thought of imminent death. I thought "this is my best car" and "I wonder if the new tires are ruined" and "I thought I could drive better than that!"

So what did I do? I called Donna (of course, she decided that I needed her to come be with me) and then I called 911 (I supposed I needed a report in case there was any damage to the car). I did, finally, grab the umbrella in the car (of course, it was a small one) and get out to examine the exterior of the car. It actually looked fine. No apparent damage to the body and the tires were still intact and inflated - minus one screw-on valve stem cap. So ... the very wet me got back in the car to wait - for the sheriff and for Donna.

Well, the deputy finally arrived and make a visual inspection (very much like mine and with the same results). When he asked about a tow, I suggested - I had already thought about it, but decided I should stay put for the report - that I first trying driving out, if the car was driveable. It was and I had no problem going back through the ditch and with a little assistance watching for on-coming traffic, I was able to turn around and head back up the road.

I did begin "to hear" sounds so I did stop a couple of times to check them out, but didn't see anything out of the ordinary. I will have to make some decision about having it checked out for damage I couldn't see, but that's not for today. And, I did make it home. Donna also finally caught up with me at home.

So, now, let's review. I survived. The car survived and still looks good except for all the extra grass. I didn't flip - excellent. I didn't hit any of the impending guardrails - also excellent. There were no other cars involved - hallelujah - in fact, not one even stopped to check on me. The car was still driveable. I learned a very valuable lesson or two (or three).

So, now I feel older (even before B-day arrives) and I feel more vulnerable and ...

I feel very, very grateful. Whether there were angels pushing/pulling my car away from guardrails, holding off other traffic, holding the top to keep it from flipping, or if it was just God's gracious hand of mercy in a situation that could have been much more tragic, I am very grateful for the goodness He showed to me.

Thanks be to God for His matchless riches of mercy and grace to me!!

The Gist of Job

2007-06-15T23:51:00.000-04:00

Nothing deep or heavy here, not even exactly studious. Just ...

as I've been reading through Job (that's the Bible book that rhymes with lobe, not that work related thing that rhymes with Bob), the thought came to me that ...

on a very basic level, this book is about ...

reconciling what we know about God with ...

the world that we experience every day.

In this back and forth of speeches given by Job and his "friends" there is always the argument of the character and nature of God and how that relates to the experience of loss and suffering that Job is facing.

This time through I've not yet reached God's speech, but it is comforting to know that regardless of my life's circumstances, God is still God.

Blessings,
Richard

God's Timing

2007-05-19T00:10:00.000-04:00

Of course we were running late.

We were to be in Covington for the Sons of Jubal rehearsal at 2:00 p.m. and it was at least a 2 hour drive (per MapQuest). We decided to venture down the Interstate per MapQuest's recommendation, as opposed to cutting across country.

We did swing through the Krystal drive-through at Banks Crossing and chose to eat as we continued down the Interstate - I don't particularly like the route from Commerce to Athens especially since they are in some phase of road work.

Somewhere near the Gwinnet county line (which side I'm not sure), I looked up to see a trailer rolling down the median in our direction. As good samaritans started pulling over to lend a hand, Donna's nurse heart kicked in, so we also pulled over. Now, I had visions of death, having watched that trailer as it tumbled over and over, flailing dirt and grass, and dragging the vehicle that thought it was in control.

As we approached the vehicle, we smelled gas, and heard someone call out about whether or not the engine was still running, while courageous hands reached in to help the driver who was already in the process of crawling out. He was the lone occupant of the vehicle and he was walking (probably not the best choice), blood running down his face, as we approached.

Then we saw the other vehicle - a car. It was just beyond the first vehicle/trailer which blocked our view of it until we got closer. Seeing that others were helping the first driver, Donna and I headed immediately to the second vehicle.

Others were also approaching, but Donna, as a nurse took charge. The driver was still in his car. As Donna reached him, she began to access his condition and tried to restrain any neck movement until the EMS workers arrived. Her initial assessment showed that he appeared to be OK, but she, with her training, was not taking any chances. We did notice right away how scared he was and Donna sought to calm him. She inquired and received a positive response about his spiritual condition, and he reached to grab and hold his nearby Bible as she prayed with him.

Of course, emergency personnel soon arrived and began their work, but we stayed nearby until the drivers were both loaded onto the ambulance. We did grab our cell phone and contact the boy's (yes, only 19) family, even allowing him to talk briefly with them as the EMS worked to restrain him on the backboard.

Through the day, we continued to have contact with the family discovering that everything seemed to be OK with the young man.

Now if we hadn't been running late, if we had chosen to go across country, if we hadn't pulled over in Commerce to grab a bite to eat, if we hadn't been headed to a SOJ concert in the first place, then we wouldn't have been in that place at the right time for ministry to occur.

It doesn't really matter how many other "ifs" one could come up with - and there would be many - because, after all, it was a matter of ... God's timing.

Blessings all - remember you just don't know what direction your life will take today!

Richard

Good that Good Isn't Always Perfect

2007-05-08T20:18:00.000-04:00

Josiah was eight years old when he began to reign, and he reigned in Jerusalem one and thirty years. And he did that which was right in the sight of the Lord, and walked in the ways of David his father, and declined neither to the right hand, nor to the left. (2 Chronicles 34:1-2 )

Chronicles records that Josiah did many things right. The words above are just a synopsis of a life lived well.

However, it didn't keep Josiah from acting stupidly by needlessly meeting Neco of Egypt in battle, thus losing his life.

It also didn't protect him from failure in raising his children:

Jehoiakim was twenty and five years old when he began to reign, and he reigned eleven years in Jerusalem: and he did that which was evil in the sight of the Lord his God. (2 Chron. 36:5)

Jehoiachin [some translations indicate grandson others 18 years of age] was eight years old when he began to reign, and he reigned three months and ten days in Jerusalem: and he did that which was evil in the sight of the Lord. (2 Chron. 36:9)

Zedekiah was one and twenty years old when he began to reign, and reigned eleven years in Jerusalem. And he did that which was evil in the sight of the Lord his God, and humbled not himself before Jeremiah the prophet speaking from the mouth of the Lord. (2 Chron. 36:11-12)

It is good to know that when we blow it in our walk with God, even when we are trying to walk in His ways - when good isn't always perfect - that God's grace and mercy are sufficient.

Blessings,
Richard

Revival

2007-03-09T16:43:00.000-05:00

The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul; the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple; (Psalm 19:7 ESV)

You who have made me see many troubles and calamities will revive me again; from the depths of the earth you will bring me up again. (Psalm 71:20 ESV)

Then we shall not turn back from You; Revive us, and we will call upon Your name. (Psalm 80:18 NASB-update)

Will you not revive us again, that your people may rejoice in you? (Psalm 85:6 ESV)

"Revival"

Revival, revival
Comes only from the Lord.
Restore our hearts,
Renew our strength,
Give power from above.

Revival, revival
Comes only from the Lord.
Pour out Your grace,
Show us Your love,
Revive our hearts, O Lord!

Copyright © 2007 by Richard Dickson

{Revival chorus written for revival services of Hill Street Baptist Church, Toccoa, Georgia March 11-14, 2007 with Rev. Wayne Hamrick as the evangelist.}

Not As They Should Be

2007-03-09T01:30:00.000-05:00

The worship leader had assembled one of the largest groups from near and far for one of the grandest worship services ever to be held. Oh, the music was beyond grand and everyone was celebrating and rejoicing in the goodness of God. It seemed that there had never been a worship service like this one.

However, things were not as they should be. Something was where it should not have been and someone did something he should not have done.

The ark was on a cart!

Suddenly, the great celebration - the marvelous worship experience - came crashing to an end. Uzzah reached out, helpfully, with good intentions, and he was struck dead by an angry God.

Now, I wonder, was God pleased by the worship? If the ox hadn't stumbled, would the journey have been completed with no one the wiser and God pleased, or at least OK, with the worship (even though the ark was on a cart)?

I wonder also, if Uzzah had just let it go and the ark had come crashing to the ground, bursting open for all to see the contents, what would have been the consequence.

Scripture clearly indicates that God's anger was directed at Uzzah for reaching out to steady the ark (the event is told in 1 Chronicles 13). In the passage, there is no indication that God's anger was because of the ark being on a cart, although Uzzah would never have been in the position he found himself in, if the ark had been where it should have been in the first place.

How is our worship?

Is God pleased with our worship? We get excited when there is a big crowd ... when there is a lot of excitement ... when the joy and celebration are running high - wow, we think, THAT is worship.

But what if the ark is on a cart? What if something is not where it should be? What if someone does something they should not? Has worship occured? Is God pleased with our worship?

I fear that our arks are frequently on carts. We are concerned with so many things that sometimes we do that which violates the good pleasure of God. I can only be grateful, so very grateful, in my own experience, that God has been gracious, shown mercy, extended His love, and at least been tolerant of my failures, that my place of worship has not been called "Perez-Richard" - that God has not broken out against me in His righteous anger.

OK, let's have a big crowd - or small. Let's celebrate the awesome greatness and goodness of our God. Let's have a grand worship experience. But ...

put the ark in the hands of Levites, not on a cart!!

[By the way, David, the worship leader, got it right the second time around - chapter 15 - and it was an even greater worship experience.]

To Know Him

2007-03-05T11:29:00.000-05:00

"That I may know him, and the power of his resurrection, and the fellowship of his sufferings, being made conformable unto his death" (Philippians 3:10)

Do you ever get the feeling that others know Christ more than you? That to them, He is more real, more personal?

Then there are others, who profess Christ, but yet seem more careless (or to care less) with their relationship.

Hopefully, to know Him better is to only want to know Him better. And to know Him is to feel that you haven't even begun to know Him.

May God give us all the desire, the longing, the starvation even, to know Him more!

Richard

Mechanics and Miracles

2007-03-02T18:26:00.000-05:00

I have the privilege of singing in the Sons of Jubal - the Georgia Baptist Convention men's singing group (actually the oldest group of its kind in the country). Last night, Thursday, March 1, 2007, we joined with our sister group, the Jubalheirs (forming the Jubal Chorus) in a concert at the First Baptist Church, Snellville, GA.

My wife (she is a member of the Jubalheirs) and I drove approximately 75 miles from our home to Snellville for the rehearsal time and concert through an awful rain. As we approached the last traffic light before the church, I put on the brakes to stop for the light. The car rocked and had difficulty stopping. Obviously not a good thing. Now, we were not only late for the rehearsal, but I was concerned about getting home after the concert.

Since we were already at the church, I pulled into the parking lot, stopped, got out and looked at the tire/wheel to check it, and drove around the lot a little to see if the problem persisted. After I sent my wife on in for her rehearsal, I called our extended warranty service to check on my next move. After consulting with them, it was determined that the next step was to get the car to a mechanic (does seem a no-brainer doesn't it). However, we were in a town far from home. So, I went into the church, carrying my stuff for the evening - remember I didn't know where my car would end up. After depositing my stuff, I starting looking for help in locating a good garage/mechanic.

The helpful staff directed me to the Minister of Missions, Terry Hopkins. I found him to be a very pleasant and helpful gentleman. Of course, in his experience he had run across a similar problem and was willing to bet MY life on his solution - read on to see that he was actually pretty accurate in his assessment. In a few moments, he directed me to a garage just across the street from the church, Holdens Automotive, and the owner, Mike Holden, who he stated was a good Christian man.

Mike and his staff were very friendly, inviting, and easy to talk with. Mike took the time to drive my car to see if he could sense a problem. Of course, the car did not misbehave (I know you've had that experience). But, he dropped me off at the church, and promised to look into the problem further and get back with me later that day.

As promised, he called about an hour before his closing time with the news that his staff had removed all the brakes and examined them. They could find nothing wrong with the brakes to cause the problem and surmised that with all the rain, some water had gotten into the brakes and the ABS (automatic braking system) and made that one stop difficult. After all that time and effort I asked for the cost and I can only say that Mike was very good to me.

At the end of the rehearsal, just before supper (actually only minutes after Mike's call), a fellow Jubal drove me across the street (remember rain, 5 lanes of traffic, near Atlanta, after 5 p.m.) so that I could get the car.

After the concert, we drove the car home with no further incident.

Now I will spec out my praise to God:

1. Safe journey from home to Snellville.
2. Trouble occured right at our destination.
3. We did get stopped for the red light.
4. The helpful staff of FBC, Snellville, especially Minister of Missions Terry Hopkins.
5. Mike Holden and Holdens Automotive (wish I had a link, but if you are in Snellville, GA, I would encourage you to check them out).
6. Holdens was just across the road.
7. Mike was a Christian.
8. The time and effort Mike and his staff put into making sure my car was safe to drive.
9. The price was right (at least for me).
10. The meal and other hosting of FBC, Snellville was great.
11. The concert was great.
12. I understand that at least 2 people came into relationship with Christ because of the concert.
13. Safe journey home after the concert.

"Praise God from Whom all blessings flow."
"To God be the glory, great things He has done."

For Mechanics and Miracles: I'm praising God!

Good and Bad, or Vice Versa

2007-02-20T23:35:00.000-05:00

The Good or Vice Versa

In the scheme of things, I find myself reading in the Bible books of Kings and Chronicles.

Recently, the pastor I serve with (supply/part-time) preached a sermon on one of the "good" kings - Joash. So many look to him as an inspiration especially regarding his care for God's house and his use of the "Joash box," "chest of Joash," or "Joash offering" as I have variously heard it called.

Joash as you may recall became king at the ripe age of 7. He did have the misfortune of being the grandson of Athaliah, daughter of wicked king Ahab of Israel, who killed all of his brothers and "reigned" as queen of Judah - the only sovereign of that nation who was not a descendant of David (other than Saul, the first king). She would have killed Joash, but he was rescued by his aunt who also was the wife of the priest. It is an interesting story, but for my purposes you will find it in 2 Kings 11 and 2 Chronicles 22.

Now, 2 Kings 12.2 records an interesting fact: "And Jehoash [Joash] did that which was right in the sight of the Lord all his days wherein Jehoiada the priest instructed him."

Yes, he was a "good" king as long as his uncle the priest was alive, but in the New Testament his most heinous act is recalled: "Wherefore, behold, I send unto you prophets, and wise men, and scribes: and some of them ye shall kill and crucify; and some of them shall ye scourge in your synagogues, and persecute them from city to city: That upon you may come all the righteous blood shed upon the earth, from the blood of righteous Abel unto the blood of Zacharias son of Barachias, whom ye slew between the temple and the altar." (Matthew 23:34-35)

No less than Jesus, Himself, uses this act of "good" king Joash to describe the closing verses of the Hebrew scripture. Interestingly enough, the book of Kings omits this event, which is found in 2 Chronicles 24.20-22.

The Bad or Vice Versa

Now, we move on to one of my more favorite kings - wicked king Manasseh.

Just a few generations after King Joash, we find Manasseh also taking the throne at a young age - 12. The book of 2 Kings wastes no time in describing his life: "And he did that which was evil in the sight of the Lord, after the abominations of the heathen, whom the Lord cast out before the children of Israel." (2 Kings 21:2) The following verses go on to describe some of his wicked acts until he passes from the scene.

Now, why in the world do I like him. Just as Kings failed to record the "bad" of King Joash, it also fails to record the "good" of Manasseh. For the rest of the story, we have to again turn to 2 Chronicles: "And when he was in affliction, he besought the Lord his God, and humbled himself greatly before the God of his fathers, And prayed unto him: and he was intreated of him, and heard his supplication, and brought him again to Jerusalem into his kingdom. Then Manasseh knew that the Lord he was God." (2 Chron. 33:12-13)

That's what I like, Manasseh, another story of God's grace. Why? Because I too am a story of God's grace.

Yes, of course, it's good to be "good" and it's bad to be "bad," but in the end the truly important thing is God's grace. So, whether you are "good" (and scripture reminds us that good is not good enough) or whether you are "bad" (enough even to be called "wicked"), do what Manasseh did - certainly not Joash - and "humble yourself greatly before God, pray to Him, and know that the Lord, He is God."

Still Waiting

2006-06-24T01:32:00.000-04:00

Waiting ... (a verb)

A phone call comes in. A great conversation ensues. Sounds good. 1 week, 2 weeks, 3 weeks, and we wait for a return phone call.

A request for some more piece of information. "We have your resume. Would you send us ... a doctrinal statement, a DVD, your testimony." 1 week, 2 weeks, 3 weeks, and we wait for word.

(I thank God for those churches who actually send a note expressing their appreciation for the opportunity, but also their regrets that it is not I who will be serving them.)

A supporter tells me that he has talked with the pastor of so-and-so church and that they sounded interested and would probably call. 1 week, 2 weeks, 3 weeks ... and you detect a pattern.

I'm still waiting.

Waiting ... (a noun)

I am thankful for the opportunity to serve the good people of Hill Street Baptist Church if only as a supply minister of music. The people are loving and the opportunity to work with them and their music gives flight to my need to serve the Lord in some vocational capacity.

It is my belief that God has me here for a purpose - His purpose. The ministry aspects are not as full as I would like. The musical aspects are not as free as I would like. The financial aspects are not adequate for a living. But, I find contentment in knowing that I am where God has me right now - waiting on Him and His people.

Hopefully, in His eyes -

I'm still waiting.

Church Salaries

2006-02-17T01:03:00.000-05:00

In my current search for a ministerial position, like never before, finances have played a larger role. Perhaps because they have not played as big a role in the past, it has become necessary for them to be addressed more definitively.

However, it is interesting that some of the churches that contact me have given information about their financial provisions. Wow!

Now, I realize that there are people who actually survive and maintain families for what seem less than adequate amounts of money. In these cases, though, I would guess there is a shortfall somewhere - most likely in health insurance. It does seem that churches should desire that their pastors and ministerial staff (as well as other paid staff) not just get by but that they be cared for. Churches should not want their staff to spend so much time worrying about finances that they can't lavish their attention on the people. Seems a no-brainer.

Why then, do so many churches seem to believe that the minister's wife should work in order for his needs to be met? It seems that churches who hold to scripture and usually believe that the husband is head of the household and should provide for his own, should provide for their staff ministers at a level that shows that it is not necessary for his wife to have to work outside the home in order for them to pay their bills.

Why can't churches just be honest? If they cannot pay a worthy amount to the man who is worthy of his hire, why don't they admit that theirs is a part-time or bi-vocational position? Then perhaps, the members of the church could help their ministers find other jobs that fit their unique abilities to supplement the church salary.

Also, it was pointed out to me how unfair the church is to the wife in expecting her to work outside the home. They not only expect her to work outside the home to help meet their financial shortcomings, they also expect her to work inside the church (usually for free). And, they expect her to be an example of a perfect wife, mother, and homemaker to the other ladies in the church. Shame, shame!

So, here is to churches adequately and honestly providing for those who serve them. And, here is to ministers who recognize that their wives are being abused and seek to put a stop to it.

Blessings all.

Updates on January 2006 IMB Trustee Meeting

2006-01-11T00:08:00.000-05:00

Check this out for updates on the International Mission Board Trustee meeting. The blogger is a trustee and I believe he is posting updates for each day. Very interesting!

Grace and Truth to You: Richmond IMB Meeting January 9-11th, 2006

I Ruined Christmas

2005-12-25T17:38:00.000-05:00

Yes, I ruined Christmas.

But, let me back up: I hate money or the lack thereof. And I don't think it is the love of money in my case. It's not that I want a lot of nice or expensive things. It's not that I want to buy my way or my friends. No, I don't believe it is a love of money - that root of all evil.

I do hate what the lack of money does to one. It certainly, for one, creates a lot of anxiety about paying the bills, and I'm tired of living with anxiety over finances. Yes, of course, I understand the nature of faith in God and trusting Him to meet my needs, but if I've made choices that have resulted in financial difficulties there are incumbent side effects and that includes the anxiety when the bills begin to mount up faster than the amount in the checking account. And, we don't even want to think too far into the future.

Then, there is the relationship to churches. I want to be able to minister without regard to financial compensation. Unfortunately, when a previous church has not compensated enough to keep up with financial needs, it creates a need to look at that area when dealing with churches. I hate that, so I hate the lack of money.

However, even worse is what it does to relationships. In my case, it has created a tension in my relationship to my parents. They do, I know, want to be helpful, but it does create strain when your parents want to talk with you about money as if you were 30 years younger. And, then the awkwardness when they extend money, as helpful as it is. I do hate the lack of money.

And, then the relationship to one's spouse. It is terrible when the uppermost thought on your mind is (almost) always: what is it going to cost? I am so tired of this feeling. I love my wife. I want to enjoy life with her. I don't like the feeling that I am trying to run her life by questioning every thought, every action, every move with "what will it cost?" Have I mentioned that I hate the lack of money.

And that brings me around to my subject: I ruined Christmas.

I stole my wife's joy. As much as we have been through this year and as much difficulty as she has endured, she in love went and got for me something that she thought I wanted very much. The bright spot of the day was her anticipation of my joyous reaction on opening my gift from her. She was really looking forward to it.

So, we get around to opening the presents and she points out the one for me. I can only imagine what she was thinking as I begin to unwrap it. Then I open the box and pull out the prized item, and ... the first thought that raced through my mind and showed on my face was "how much did it cost"?

I cannot get a "do-over." I cannot go back and erase that picture from her mind. I'm not sure I can even use the gift without her recalling that picture (she has a very good memory).

For my wife, I ruined Christmas and that is not what I am supposed to do. And, I have to tell you that knowing this has ruined my Christmas too. Oh God, please forgive me ...

for I ruined Christmas!

(By the way, if any of you readers have any advice for me, please keep it to yourself. I am beating myself up quite well by myself thank you. And probably the only words that might give me any comfort at all at this point are "you know, I did something stupid like that myself once.")

All Is Well

2005-12-24T00:41:00.000-05:00

My wife is scheduled to sing Michael W. Smith's All Is Well at the Christmas Eve Service of First Baptist Church, Toccoa, GA.

The message of the song is simple enough, but it comes into focus when, humanly speaking, all is not well.

When health fails.
When childlessness is assured.
When employment is not in sight.
When finances are inadequate.
When children go into rebellion.
When friends prove themselves unfaithful.
When government leaders foolishly go astray.
When religious leaders fall.
When the world is turned upside down.

Regardless. All, yes all, is well! Christ is born!

Christmas Tree

2005-12-22T22:43:00.000-05:00

From The Mission of Sisters Baptist Church (Vol. 3 No. 37, December 20, 2005), the weekly newsletter of Sisters Baptist Church, Sandersville, GA comes the following from my friend and former high school classmate, Mark Riner:

"... Well, as we gather around our beautifully decorated Christmas tree this weekend with our families and express giving of our love to someone else, do remember that there was a Christmas tree that was not as colorfully decorated; but decorated nonetheless with blood.

"People gathered around that ugly tree, a tree representing death and yet, that tree -- Oh, that wonderful Christmas tree had gifts upojn it more wonderful than any gift we will find under our trees; gifts of forgiveness, grace, redemption, love, sacrifice, eternal life and more. Yea, it is a CHRISTmas tree. That is all it can be; it is what it is."

Thank you Mark for this wonderful illustration. God bless you, Connie, and family during this season of the year. To you and all readers: Merry Christmas!

Lotta Bit More

2005-12-18T19:47:00.000-05:00

"Maybe Christmas,
perhaps,
means a little bit more."

- from How the Grinch Stole Christmas (Jim Carey version)
which I am watching on tv -

Right, right, right!
That is part of the formula.

If only they could acknowledge the other part of the formula -
the little bit more (actually, it's a lotta bit more):

Christmas means Jesus, God with us,
the One who saves us from our sins.

I realize this post is very similar to the previous one, but I was struck by the quote and just had to acknowledge it.

It calls to mind the statement from World magazine that the only major Christmas tv program to get it right is the Charlie Brown Christmas special where Linus begins to quote scripture.

Jesus - the lotta bit more!

It Won't Be Christmas

2005-12-16T22:55:00.000-05:00

It won't be Christmas ...

if I don't get that gift I want.

if I don't hear "Silent Night" 12 hundred times.

if I don't get to make gingerbread cookies.

if that special ornament is not on the tree.

if the kids don't make it home for the day.

if, if, if ...

Wrong.

If everything in our lives is going wrong,
If the world was turned upside down,

It would still be Christmas, because ...

Jesus was born - God become man - Incarnate.

That is what makes Christmas Christmas and nothing else.

It won't be Christmas?

Oh, yes it will!

And you
and I
and our circumstances cannot keep it from happening.

God's blessings on you for a very wonderful Christ-season and a God-filled New Year!

Harry Potter

2005-12-11T22:46:00.000-05:00

This afternoon I saw the televised version of "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets" or something like that.

After all the hoopla, I was disappointed that it was such a tame movie. In fact, the phrase that jumped out at me was one that was basically the same as one I have been using regularly lately: "it's all about the choices we make."

Obviously from a theological perspective it is ultimately about God's choices, but on our level, so much of what we get is based on our choices. (This also does not discount the effect on us of the choices that others make.)

For example, my mother chooses to keep pushing herself when weariness and pain would easily dictate staying in bed, but she also pays the price for pushing.

And, in my own life, I have made choices that have affected the life that I live today - some good, some bad.

In fact, there is scriptural backing for this:

"For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind." Hosea 8:7a

World Magazine December 10 2005

2005-12-11T22:21:00.000-05:00

Earlier today I finished the December 10, 2005 edition of World Magazine. There were a couple of articles that I found interesting and worth filing away - besides the articles that are more temporal but also interesting.

One article, "Why December 25?" gives indication that December 25 was celebrated as the day of Jesus' birth prior to the pagan use of that date for their celebration. Something to do with an ancient Jewish belief that major prophets died on either the date of their birth or conception. Therefore, someone earlier on decided that Jesus also died on the date of His conception. Thus, conception on March 25 led to His birth 9 months later on December 25. This article can be found at http://www.worldmag.com/displayarticle.cfm?id=11344 .

Another, "Ugly Things," quotes Socrates as saying that "opinions divorced from knowledge are ugly things." Everyone has opinions but if facts are not involved then basically stupidity is the result. This article is available at http://www.worldmag.com/displayarticle.cfm?id=11345 .

Well, check these and others out at http://www.worldmag.com and perhaps they would appreciate it if you subscribed to the print edition.

Blessings.

Limbo Revisited

2005-12-10T22:02:00.000-05:00

Several posts back I discussed the fact that it is no fun living in "limbo." Well, now I really know why.

Just today I discovered that there is, apparently in some Roman Catholic theology, a place called limbo. It seems that it is the place where the souls of babies who die before being baptized go.

Oh, brother!

Thank You Father!

2005-11-24T11:15:00.000-05:00

A Thanksgiving Prayer:

Giving thanks always for all things unto God and the Father in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.
- Ephesians 5:20 -

Father, thank you:

For my wife, my parents, and all of my family.
For friends and neighbors.
For health and the strength to work.
For my home and all the material blessings you have given.
For financial resources You provide.
For food and clothing.
For air to breath and water to drink.
For weather and the beauty of Your creation.

In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.
- 1 Thessalonians 5:18 -

Father, thank you:

That I do not have a job.
That Donna is in pain and distress.
For in these we learn to rely on You.

For the hurricanes and tornados and earthquakes and other natural disasters.
For in these Your power is displayed, the character of Your people is revealed, the need for You is made evident, and Your people are given opportunity to minister in Your name.

Be careful for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God.
- Philippians 4:6 -

For these and the many other blessings and events of life, we give You thanks.

And in doing so:
I ask for Your strength, mercy, and grace to be made known for Your glory and honor.
I ask for strength and wisdom for those who minister in Your name in those areas of devastation and hurt.
I ask for Your blessings on those who provide in our time of need.
I ask for Your healing for Donna.
I ask for a job that not only provides my families financial needs, but also provides a place of ministry and service for Your kingdom.

And in all these supplications, I ask that You be glorified according to Your will and Your good pleasure.

Father, I thank You and make these requests in the name of Jesus for Your glory. Amen.

Happy Birthday Momma!

2005-11-23T19:23:00.000-05:00

Happy Birthday Momma!

First, I must remember that my mother spent right at 9 months toting around my hefty little frame.

Secondly, she put up with all my fussiness and rebellion and terribleness and unreasonableness and ... while I was growing up.

Third, she has seen some of her expectations dashed (see previous post). Although, I hope some of them have been realized.

Fourth, she has to deal with the trials of life that come with her family and herself growing older.

Fifth, (momma, I'll let you fill in all the rest).

But, I wanted you (and everyone else who cares) to know that I love you, not just for what you have done for me, but also for who you are.

I love you and I hope you have (had) a good day all in all (given the disappointments I know it has brought).

Again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA!

Expectations

2005-11-23T19:12:00.000-05:00

It seems that everyone expects something of you.

Of course, some expectations are necessary. For example, your employer expects you to perform your job at a certain level. This expectation is balanced by your own expectation that you will be paid for this performance.

But it is easy for us to expect something of those we know ... but are those expectations realistic? Do those expectations just impose our own wishes onto someone else unfairly?

My family - wife, mother, father (I don't really know of any that my sister has - thanks Carol) - expects certain things of me. Boy, talk about pressure. Some of those expectations are for my own good I'm sure. Some of those expectations relate to their dreams of what they want(ed) me to be, and that's not really a bad thing.

Then my neighbors expect things. And my friends expect things. And my associates expect things. Like I said, it seems that everybody expects something of me.

However, in the grand scheme of things, the only expectations that I really need to concern myself with are God's expectations of me. Granted some of His expectations relate to those listed above - things like loving your wife and honoring your parents and being honest and kind. But, if I can keep my focus on His expectations, all the truly important things in my life will be done. That is a tall order all by itself, but the pressure is released when I realize that I don't even have to rely on my own strength to fulfill His expectations. He has promised His help and when I blow it, He even offers His forgiveness.

Expectations ... yes, it seems everyone has them (even I expect things of others - fat chance, right?). So expect away.

Just remember, only God's expectations count.

Postscript:

Wow, I can't believe that I missed the most demanding expectations of all ...

MY OWN.

They really are a tall order and if I can just keep them in submission to God's expectations I'll be doing really well. That is tough!

Misc 11/20

2005-11-20T23:33:00.000-05:00

It has been an interesting, albeit different week.

Monday included a call to the doctor regarding Donna's increased pain that set up an early morning CT scan on Tuesday. Good news: the blood clot in her abdomen had dissolved. But, it left the question of the source of the continued pain. Was it the medicine that she had gotten to get rid of the shingles?

Tuesday, in addition to the CT scan at Anderson Medical Center, there was a trip to the doctor to get the results of the scan and then her regular scheduled appointment with her pain specialist.

Wednesday involved some work around the house.

Thursday there was my trip to Atlanta for my appointment with Jon Duncan, music specialist with the Georgia Baptist Convention (http://www.gabaptist.org). I thought it was a good and productive meeting. He also introduced me to Kenneth Keene and Lucretia Jackson in the Church/Minister Relations Department. Afterwards, I meet with Dennis Rogers (a long time associate of mine) in the Discipleship Department. All good meetings. Maybe God will use some of this day's contacts to put together my next assignment in His kingdom.

Friday, Donna and I meet with Steve Ferguson, Associational Missionary/Director of Missions for the Hebron Baptist Association. Also, a good meeting. Steve is married to a girl that I had known many years before when a child at the East Athens Baptist Church in Athens, GA.

These two days have convinced me that the world is shrinking. Maybe I will post on that in the near future.

Today, Sunday, was an odd day. Although, I no longer work for the Sisters Baptist Church in Sandersville, this is where I attended. Singing in the choir was familiar but not doing the children's sermon was odd. And then, instead of sitting on the second pew from the front as a staff member, I went up into the balcony. There I was privileged to run the PowerPoint presentation for the sermon.

Tonight was also interesting. I played the piano for the Jefferson County Community Chorus and combined choirs of Louisville (GA) area churches for the Community Thanksgiving Service at First Baptist Church, Louisville sponsored by the South Jefferson Ministerial Association. Robbie Milam, an accomplished pianist/organist, is the director for this group. The music was tougher than I had played in a while and I made my share of mistakes, but thank you Robbie for giving me both the challenge and the opportunity.

I will also be playing for the Community Chorus for their Christmas program - even more challenging music.

Well, as promised that was miscellaneous for today, Sunday, 11/20.

Limbo

2005-11-15T22:31:00.000-05:00

Location, location, location.

At least that what they say is important. Well, I must say that limbo is not exactly the location that I enjoy the most. However, that is where I find myself. One position has come to an end. Another position has not been forthcoming. How do I continue ministry in the time in between? Which direction do I go? How do I spend my time? Do I try new branches of ministry?

Location? Limbo. No, thanks.

What to Look for in any Pastor (Part II)

2005-11-03T15:07:00.000-05:00

Finally, the follow-up to Part I.

V. godly jealousy for the church
- A. betrothed to Christ as a chaste virgin
- B. fear your minds corrupted
  - - away from simplicity in Christ
  - - you put up with the teachings of:
    - a. another Jesus
    - b. another spirit
    - c. another gospel
VI. not inferior to "super" apostles (any other pastor)
- A. though plain in speech or plain spoken
- B. not inferior in knowledge (study, study, study)
- C. known by his people
- D. lowers himself to lift them up
  - 1. preached the gospel freely
  - 2. compensated/supported by others
  - 3. not a burden to them
  - 4. however, don't muzzle the ox - 1 Corinthians 9.7-11 & 1 Timothy 5.17-18
  - 5. God knows his love for them
VII. in comparison to false apostles
- A. do what is necessary to "cut off occasion" from false apostles
- B. they are deceitful workers
  - 1. like Satan, they are transformed (outer appearance) into "angel of light"
  - 2. their deeds will prove it (Hebrews 13.7)
- C. the foolishness of this comparison to false apostles
- D. what the people are willing to put up with
- E. bold comparison
  - 1. of heritage
  - 2. of ministries
    - a. accomplishments (labors, perils): these are not positive
    - b. care for the churches
VIII. rather glory in infirmities (see 1 Corinthians 1.17-31; esp. 27-29)
- A. humiliating start (though David & Jericho spies were both lowered from windows to escape)
- B. revelation
- C. infirmity
- D. sufficiency of God's grace
- E. summary
XI. it's for you (the church)
- A. signs of the apostles shown
- B. not inferior to other churches
- C. except pastor not a burden
  - 1. by Paul
    - a. seek you, not yours
    - b. spent for you
    - c. love for you
    - d. caught you
  - 2. by associates
    - a. gain for Paul (pastor)?
    - b. gain for Titus (associate)?
    - c. same walk
- D. no excuses, we answer to God (see Hebrews 13.17)
- E. do all to edify you (the church)

How do you as a pastor measure up? How does your pastor measure up? How do any of your pastoral candidates compare?

Ahem, what's good for the gander is also good for the goose? How do you as a Christian measure up?

Games

2005-10-30T17:01:00.000-05:00

I like computer games. I have the ones that I find easy and the ones that just about drive me nuts. My dad has his favorite games. Even my mother puts together online jigsaw puzzles. And, with the number of games online, it is easy to believe that there are a lot of other people that like games.

Me, I play games for diversion and distraction. It seems safer than a lot of other vices that are out there, but it sure does use up the time.

Being in church work, I know that a lot of people like playing games - that is, the church game variety. And, I'm not talking about church league softball.

Of course there are the non-Christians and their church games. When you visit with them, they can use churchy words. Those who wish to take advantage of the church and its compassion are really the best at this.

Dangerous to themselves are the non-Christians masquerading as church members. They play the game so well that they usually delude themselves into thinking that they are part of the body of Christ. They are also detrimental to the life and work of the church because they really don't get it - how can they understand the things of Christ and the way of the Christlife when they have no part in Christ?

Then there are the Christians who play the games. They really do have a relationship with Christ, but they don't spend time with Him or in His word, so they don't really have a clue as to what it's all about either. Maybe they pick up something from their parents, friends, Sunday School teacher, or preacher some time, but it doesn't always link up to form a cohesive lifestyle change.

But there are also the Christians who know better. Sometimes we do it because it's easier to go along and get along - don't rock the boat. Life seems much easier that way. Even ministers are guilty on this count.

We sure do like games. We even call our existence "the game of life" relating it to a football game or some other such sport. (Don't forget the board game!!)

But, this life is not a real game. It's serious business. The tale end has only two options - one good and one bad (worse than losing a game for absolute sure).

Now I don't want to discount Christian people having fun. I believe even Jesus had fun. He surely played games, sang songs, and laughed and smiled. But you read the words and you realize that it was a deadly serious business that Jesus was about - and I do mean deadly. So, we who follow in His footsteps (or at least try) should realize that it's a deadly serious business this life we live. The choices we make affect not only us but those around us.

So, let's enjoy life. Let's have fun. But let's not live it as if it is only a game.

Miracles of the New Birth

2005-10-29T20:38:00.000-04:00

Amazing the miracles of the new birth.

One, that God could through the faith of one coming to Him bestow all the riches of His grace in a moment's time: cleansing, pardon, repentance, peace, justification, release ... (how many more adjectives of the grace of God are part of this miracle).

Second, that God could take one who himself is no better than the other, only already forgiven, only already redeemed, and use the few and poor words that come from his mouth to introduce the one to the Savior.

Welcome, cousin Bobby, to the family of God!

Follow-up: Have Faith in God

2005-10-23T22:00:00.000-04:00

Well, a little more limbo reigns in my life. The Sisters Baptist Church called a new pastor this morning: Rev. Burt Parker. He will begin his duties on Monday, November 14. My current position is effectively terminated with his arrival. We continue to pray and seek God's will for our lives.

So, as follow-up:

"Have faith in God,
He's on His throne;
Have faith in God,
He watches o'er His own;
He cannot fail,
He must prevail;
Have faith in God,
have faith in God."

(B.B. McKinney, (c) 1934. Renewal 1962 Broadman Press (SESAC) ARR. Distributed by GENEVOX MUSIC GROUP)

Trusting God

2005-10-22T21:42:00.000-04:00

So what does it mean to "trust God"?

I trust God for my salvation. That's based on the promise of His Word.

But, when it comes to the "little stuff" of life, what does it mean to trust God? When things don't go like they ought to, what does it mean to trust God? When we can't pay our bills and no miracle check appears in the mail what does it mean to trust God? When our health unexpectedly fails, what does it mean to trust God? When the car breaks down and you can't replace it or repair it, what does it mean to trust God? When everyone else's life seems to be sailing smoothly, what does it mean to trust God?

Well, things are not going like I expected. One car sits in the driveway and can't be cranked; the other has almost 240,000 miles on it, but, praise God it runs and gets me about 240 miles round trip each week. And God allowed someone to loan us a second car for the time being.

A ministry I expected to last much longer came crashing to an end. Yet, at the right time, a church stepped up (my home church) and created a position for me to serve so that I could pay my bills and so that my insurance would be covered. God opened this door.

Now, as if it was not the regular part of our lives, we sit at the threshold of the future. What does it hold? How will things be taken care of? Trust? Trust God?

God has been faithful, not to do all we desired, but He has been faithful to do what He desired. As we look back, we have not been forsaken, God has not turned His back, our faith has grown. So now we anticipate that our faith will continue to grow as we trust God.

Is it easy? No way.
Does the stomach sometimes turn and churn? Absolutely.
Do the fears flare up? Yes.
But God is good!

"Simply trusting ev'ry day,
Trusting thro' a stormy way;
Even when my faith is small,
Trusting Jesus, that is all."
(Edgar Page Stites)

To the Glory of God!

2005-10-21T20:57:00.000-04:00

To the glory of God!

I am between churches to the glory to God.

Donna had surgery and has pain and discomfort to the glory of God.

We have been unable to have children to the glory of God.

We struggle financially to the glory of God.

How do we view the events and activities of our lives as being to the glory of God? Sure, the good things that happen to us can easily be seen as giving glory to God, but the bad things ... do we view them as being to the glory of God? And what effect would it have on our lives if we saw every event that occured to us as being potentially to the glory of God?

If God is actively seeking to bring glory to Himself, and if He works all things together for good to those who love Him and are called according to His purpose, then it would be true that those "all things" could lead us (even should lead us) to give Him glory.

These thoughts were, as some will note, inspired by recent readings of some of John Piper's material.

So in all things, for all things, in thought, in deed, in word let us live ...

To the glory of God!

Where Did It Go?

2005-10-20T21:12:00.000-04:00

Where did it go? The time that is.

I had big plans for this week. I was going to be home with Donna all week while she did the initial recuperation, so it was the perfect time for a big project. Of course, it was a big project that required several steps to complete and once you started you had to finish. At least every step had to be completed on each part.

So every day this week there were daily events that had to be done. No, they didn't take all day, but did they leave enough time to finish the project if started. I did think of starting this evening on the first step but then I thought I remembered this mornings weather report mentioned the possibility of rain. That wouldn't work, so ... I'll wait until tomorrow.

But then, tomorrow, there are errands to run. And even supplies to be purchased for the project. So I have hopes, but reality sure dashes those hopes.

I also had hopes that a church would reach out and touch me before now. Gratefully (graciously) the Sisters Baptist Church in Sandersville, GA allowed those hopes to be temporarily fulfilled - I could minister, I could work, I could pay bills. But the reality is that this process of being called to serve in a church is a time consuming process. It doesn't eat up days or weeks, but months, if not years. Churches without pastors taking up to 2 and 3 years to find a pastor they feel God is calling to serve them. Pastors/ministers waiting, waiting for the calls and then the questioning, interviewing process of elimination.

Then I think of Don Elbourne and the Lakeshore Baptist Church (not to mention the other many churches and ministers) who were affected by the hurricane Katrina. School going well. The church going well. Ministry being done. Life marching on. And then ... reality. A church scattered, a building destroyed, a school flooded and the reality of life changed overnight. Ministry should continue because in the midst of devastation lives were open to ministry, but where does a minister find his support when his congregation is living all over the country. God is good. Graciously God's people begin to step up. Help and finances begin to arrive. One can see this process chronicled at Don's blog.

So God is good. His grace is sufficient for Don Elbourne and the Lakeshore Baptist Church. God's grace has been and will be sufficient for me and my ministry. We anticipate His provision in the right way and exactly the right time.

As for the project, it may or may not get done, but God is still good. And hope comes as we trust in Him and His grace and goodness.

Where did it go? Well, time slips away. Things either get done or they don't. Most are really unimportant in the grand scheme of things. But hope is there. Grace is there. God is there!

What else matters? So, what does it matter where it went?

What to Look for in any Pastor (Part 1)

2005-10-20T00:01:00.000-04:00

Well, last night I took on politics. Tonight, would be just as good for starting to take on theology.

So many churches are looking for pastors - actually I would normally make the case that the scriptural titles are elder or bishop and that pastor is actually a gift and a function of elders - and I could also make a case for churches having multiple pastors (equal, with possibly a first among equals although without power to single handedly affect the livelyhood of any of the other pastors) instead of the unscriptural concept of senior pastor with associate pastors or ministerial "staff." But, given the world we live in and whatever motivates those who serve as "senior pastors," we will simply address the scriptural qualities that need to be found in any pastor - senior or associate.

For this study we turn to 2 Corinthians, a book that can be seen in many ways throughout as addressing the relationship between pastors and congregations. And, for this part 1, we will look first at chapter 10.

In essence the qualities that should be found in pastors are:

I. being like Jesus (seems obvious doesn't), but here in 3 specific ways

A. meekness (not weakness - note Jesus clearing the temple, and He was meek)
B. gentleness (word study shows this means always doing the right thing)
C. bold when necessary

II. willing to wage spiritual warfare for the minds of men
(this can be fleshed out in verses 3-6)

III. inner character not outer appearance

A. relationship with Christ (DUH!)
B. authority given by Christ
- 1. for building up
- 2. not for demolishing
C. consistent (whether here or there, always the same person in character)

IV. not comparing with others

A. this is not wise
B. measure according to God's canon (standard/rule)
(implication of God given field of service)
C. not boasting of another's labors
- - but ready to enlarge the ministry as the faith of the congregation grows
D. always boast in the Lord
E. only commendation by the Lord is of any value

If your church is looking for a pastor, compare any candidate against these characteristics. Granted these are high standards and most if not all pastors will fail to live up to them in their entirety, but they are worthy of striving for. If your church is not looking for a pastor, how do your pastors measure up to a scriptural standard? And then, if you are a pastor, are these standards among those you are seeking to incorporate in your ministry?

And this is just Part 1. Hopefully, Part 2 will come soon. God's blessings on you as you seek to follow Him in your own life and and in the life and ministry of your church.

Harriet Miers

2005-10-18T19:28:00.000-04:00

Well, I begin a venture into political commentary with today's post.

Judicial activism is not acceptable either by liberals or conservatives. It does seem best to view the Constitution at face value instead of trying to read between the lines, much as one should view Scripture.

Speaking of Scripture, liberal dilution is not acceptable. On the other hand, for conservatives to "dig deeper" to find teachings that are not readily visible, seems to also be a violation of the nature and truth of Scripture.

As to judicial nominees, it should be evident that the individual may hold to a personal belief and philosophy regarding any number of issues that would come before the court. To think otherwise, seems stupid. It does seem, though, that those personal preferences should be set aside to view each case against the "letter of the law." Therefore, it would seem acceptable for a judge to personally believe in abortion (for instance) as long as his/her judgement in the case was not guided by personal belief, but by the law.

Here I will, of course, acknowledge the nature of original sin and recognize that a judge with a liberal personal philosophy will tend to view law one way, while the one with a conservative personal philosophy will view it another - whether those views in any given case will be "good" or not.

Now, back to Miers:
- Evidence of her personal life seems positive.
- Evidence of her personal philosophy seems positive.
- Evidence of her judicial philosophy seems positive.

Most telling though is the fact (reported by World Magazine in its October 15 issue) that Harriet Miers holds the Bachelor of Science degree in mathematics. Go girl!!

[Note: author is 1978 graduate of Georgia College (now Georgia College and State University) in Milledgeville, Georgia with a Bachelor of Science degree in mathematics.]

Just Another Monday

2005-10-17T23:44:00.000-04:00

Well, it was another Monday.

A little breakfast and the news. Then to work sorting out the finances (usually Tuesday mornings work) from the last couple of weeks away from home. Next spitting out envelopes and cover letters to mail another round of resumes (not just another Monday on this account either).

Then rush out to get what Donna wants for lunch only to find that particular establishment was closed Friday through Monday (today), so a quick call to change gears - I mean menus. Then home for lunch.

Next, it's out to pay the cable bill, by the pharmacy to get some prescriptions and talk with the pharmicist. Here, I did get to speak with a couple of guys/brothers that I knew from the former church. From them, I got an update on their mother who has developed lung cancer and is currently undergoing treatment - pray for Pauline. Found out one also was celebrating his birthday - Happy Birthday Frank! Then it was by the post office to mail all the resumes prepared earlier.

Then back to the house for just a few moments with Donna before the first of my piano students arrived (normal Monday).

After piano lessons, we put together a grocery list and I was off to Wal-Mart to see if I could keep it under budget. Close but no cigars as they say - at least I had the cash to cover the slight overage. Next a stop by Wendy's to get chili for supper - I am just now beginning to feel it in my chest - another round of generic rolaids is in my future. (By the way, gas at the Wal-Mart Murphys was only $2.469 tonight with the .03 off for using a shopping card - best I've seen in a while.)

Then home for chili and salad with Donna and the one tv show I try to catch each week.

Now, the show is over, Donna is trying to rest some more, so I've checked my email, put together the shockwave daily jigsaw puzzle, and am composing this "masterpiece" (Smile big now!!).

Some of today's activities were unique and others were the same as almost every other week, so I guess that makes it ...

Just another Monday!

PS - In addition to a couple of cards, Donna got flowers from the adult choir at First Baptist Church, Toccoa today. It wasn't ... just another Monday!

Day Two

2005-10-16T21:22:00.000-04:00

Well ... today, we discovered how worn out we were from a week at the hospital. After a full night's sleep, still tired and with a tough headache, I stayed in bed most of the day. Cindy also appeared worn out from her stay with Donna's friend.

Speaking of the friend - please be in prayer for Wanda. Somehow, yesterday, she broke her leg in several places and she is now in the hospital awaiting surgery on Monday to repair the damage.

Donna, of course, continues her recuperation. Unfortunately, her love for me had her doing things that she shouldn't have because of my headache.

I did, however, fix lunch - not without some concern on her part that I wasn't doing it right, but finally her pain got her back in bed and I told her that it would be fine even if not done exactly right. I managed to prepare hamburger patties topped with cheese and an onion slice with baked potatos and spinach. It looked good and she said that I did a good job - my lunch was delayed by my headache for a few hours, but warmed in the microwave it was still very good - if I may say so myself.

This evening, supper was provided by our neighbors across the street - thank you Brian and Renee.

We were puzzled by one thing though. Having lived in Lavonia for over 12 years serving one church for most of that time, then being members of another local church (where Donna is a member of the choir) since leaving that church, and currently serving another church, we were surprised at the lack of visits, phone calls, cards, and flowers that Donna received.

I would be remis though to not mention that the pastor of the church where we are members did sit with me during Donna's surgery (along with my parents who drove up for the surgery) and called later in the week. The minister of music called and one of the members has called several days to check on Donna. Our pastor's wife, who is in the chaplaincy program at the hospital in Anderson, SC visited on 2 occasions and the chairman of the deacons at Sisters Baptist Church in Sandersville, GA where I serve as Interim Associate Pastor drove the approximately 3 hour trip to visit with Donna - thank you Lamar Binion.

Well enough ramblings for today. This is just ...

Day Two.

Home Again

2005-10-15T21:16:00.000-04:00

Well, we are home again.

Donna's surgery went well. The surgeon, Mandy Herring, was excellent - kind and caring - as were her partners that did follow-up visits. The services of the Women's and Children's Hospital of the Anderson Area Medical Center (AnMed) were excellent also - both nursing staff and food. (Well, aside from the liquid diet that Donna had for several meals following surgery.)

She did have a scare, and an extra night's stay in the hospital, because of a drop in her hemoglobin, but it stabilized and even went up this morning ... so we were able to come home.

The downside, of course, there is always a downside, was the sleeping accomodations for the spouse - me. The chair made into a bed alright, but its softness was only slightly better than the floor, which I found was the best bed at an Athens, GA hospital that shall for the time being remain nameless.

So, we are home again.

We are now waiting for our baby, Cindy Lou, to come home - she stayed with friends and I'm sure her spoiling went unabated during these past several days - but, she is a sweetheart. She has been through all of Donna's sickness, her nursemaid. Now, I am ready for her to come home and resume that service, because I'm not the greatest "nurse" in the world.

And, being home, I will be home for the next week. I only hope that I will be able to accomplish some things around the house that I have been unable to do because of my work. We, also, continue to prepare for the day when we may have to move - if not physically, at least mentally we prepare. We pray that God will open up a place of service at just the right time in just the right place for it is possible that our interim service at Sisters Baptist Church in Sandersville will soon be coming to an end.

We sometimes find it a challenge, but we try to trust that God is working His will and His way in these days. (BTW: if you know of a Southern Baptist congregation seeking a full-time minister, either music, pastor, associate pastor, or administrator, please refer them to my resume.)

Well, this has been an interesting experience creating my first blog, but the important thing for now is ...

We are home again!