I am speechless and blessed....my best Christmas ever. Talk to you all soon...
Friday, December 28, 2007
Friday morning Christmas in the Park
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Amazing Grace...
Last week, when it rained for the Friday Morning Church in the Park gathering, I ran over to the Rite-Aid on the corner to buy some charcoals. The charcoals we brought were soggy from the rain.
I couldn't find any bags, it being terribly out of season for barbecuing, so I asked the clerk. She searched the aisles with me and we found two bags at $10.99!!!!!!!!!!! a bag. Ouch! We both marveled at the price. Neither one of us had any authority to change it.
She just happened to be at the register when I checked out. Through our conversation I mentioned we were barbecuing at the park. She asked if we were the ones who fed the homeless on Fridays. I was amazed that she even knew about it but here is why she did:
One of the men we minister to, I will call him R., a young man who suffers with alcoholism, has been a regular customer there at the Rite Aid...he has befriended this checker. She explained to me that she feels sorry for him and buys him a beer once in a while. She knows she shouldn't but she doesn't want him to do something illegal to get a beer. She said that R. will always say to her, Ma'am, I am going to take this beer, go sit under a tree at the park, take out my Scriptures and read.
The checker is most fond of R. and we both got teary-eyed when she shared this.
Well! Yesterday, I got to the Park early. R. and a friend of his were walking by on their way to the gazebo. They stopped and we talked. It turns out that R. got his stuff stolen: a backpack with his Bible, his anti-seizure medicine, and a radio. He was heartbroken about the Bible and the medicine. I didn't know he had seizures. Another pastor in town, who gets R. to church on Sundays, filled R.'s prescription for him. R. said all was well now, this Pastor got him a Bible and some more medicine.
Here is this young man, so bound up by alcohol, robbed of medicine, and this is what he shared after I said I met his friend at the Rite Aid...
R. said that that lady is very nice to him and he always goes there to buy things when he has money. He said that one day last week this lady got to talking with R. and she shared that she was in trouble financially. Her job just wasn't paying the bills. She said that she spoke with her boss about getting an advance on her paycheck.R. Prayed for her and encouraged her to Trust the Lord. He prayed for her right there on the spot.
As he spoke, his face lit up as he explained that the checker just found out that she has many hours of overtime coming to her. She shared that with R. R. said the checker thanked him and he said, It ain't me lady, its the Lord who did this! He praised God and so did I and so did his friend as we stood there listening to him.
On another note, M. came today and when I saw her I could tell she wasn't feeling good. When I asked her what was wrong she could barely hear me. She has a huge infection raging in her ears and glands. She sat on the cold cement benches barely eating all bundled up and not herself. She had been to the emergency room and they gave her a prescription for antibiotics but she didn't have any money to get it filled. One of the others went to the drugstore with the prescription and got it filled for her.
When I left I stopped by her to say goodbye and we hugged and I prayed for her healing. AS I walked away I was overcome with sadness that she was out there so sick.
I know that I can't fix everything...I know there are limitations and it takes the whole Christian community to pitch in and snatch others away from destruction...I know that...but I cried for M. How do they get themselves so dysfunctional that they cannot even care for themselves and maintain the basics. What makes it easier for them to be sick in the cold and rain than to have bare minimums like food and shelter.
And then there is this thought: Do any of us realize that to God we look just like the R's and M's? That we look poor, wretched, blind, miserable, and naked to God, destitute and helpless without Him? We see a difference between us and them but without God we are just as decrepit.
Here is the joy of it, though: As we go, if we dare, if we are obedient to the call to get out there and share the love of God, and offer the hope that is the Gospel, if we do that, we do well. Some will never leave their lifestyle. That is not a measure of salvation. R. prayed for a lady with a job and her need was met. R is spreading the Gospel! If R can pray for people and he does, what the heck should we be doing????? Discussing the wrongs of the church? Asking questions for the pure sake of hearing our own intellectual savvy? I think not...
We think we have a corner on what church should be...again, I say, what will you do to be the church as God purposed it to be? How long will we all sit and ponder the theories and what-ifs of the Word before we realize there are people entering eternity with no knowledge of God or what He did for them. I challenge you all to get out there and do, not a random act of kindness, but an 'on-purpose, with purpose, gospel action to and for someone you meet....do it in the Name of Jesus...let's get movin', just go out and see what the Lord would have you do today for a lost soul.
Then, let's get back here and celebrate together over what the Lord has done out there. Don't miss it! Don't miss out on what you have been called to do. It ain't about us anymore...
I couldn't find any bags, it being terribly out of season for barbecuing, so I asked the clerk. She searched the aisles with me and we found two bags at $10.99!!!!!!!!!!! a bag. Ouch! We both marveled at the price. Neither one of us had any authority to change it.
She just happened to be at the register when I checked out. Through our conversation I mentioned we were barbecuing at the park. She asked if we were the ones who fed the homeless on Fridays. I was amazed that she even knew about it but here is why she did:
One of the men we minister to, I will call him R., a young man who suffers with alcoholism, has been a regular customer there at the Rite Aid...he has befriended this checker. She explained to me that she feels sorry for him and buys him a beer once in a while. She knows she shouldn't but she doesn't want him to do something illegal to get a beer. She said that R. will always say to her, Ma'am, I am going to take this beer, go sit under a tree at the park, take out my Scriptures and read.
The checker is most fond of R. and we both got teary-eyed when she shared this.
Well! Yesterday, I got to the Park early. R. and a friend of his were walking by on their way to the gazebo. They stopped and we talked. It turns out that R. got his stuff stolen: a backpack with his Bible, his anti-seizure medicine, and a radio. He was heartbroken about the Bible and the medicine. I didn't know he had seizures. Another pastor in town, who gets R. to church on Sundays, filled R.'s prescription for him. R. said all was well now, this Pastor got him a Bible and some more medicine.
Here is this young man, so bound up by alcohol, robbed of medicine, and this is what he shared after I said I met his friend at the Rite Aid...
R. said that that lady is very nice to him and he always goes there to buy things when he has money. He said that one day last week this lady got to talking with R. and she shared that she was in trouble financially. Her job just wasn't paying the bills. She said that she spoke with her boss about getting an advance on her paycheck.R. Prayed for her and encouraged her to Trust the Lord. He prayed for her right there on the spot.
As he spoke, his face lit up as he explained that the checker just found out that she has many hours of overtime coming to her. She shared that with R. R. said the checker thanked him and he said, It ain't me lady, its the Lord who did this! He praised God and so did I and so did his friend as we stood there listening to him.
On another note, M. came today and when I saw her I could tell she wasn't feeling good. When I asked her what was wrong she could barely hear me. She has a huge infection raging in her ears and glands. She sat on the cold cement benches barely eating all bundled up and not herself. She had been to the emergency room and they gave her a prescription for antibiotics but she didn't have any money to get it filled. One of the others went to the drugstore with the prescription and got it filled for her.
When I left I stopped by her to say goodbye and we hugged and I prayed for her healing. AS I walked away I was overcome with sadness that she was out there so sick.
I know that I can't fix everything...I know there are limitations and it takes the whole Christian community to pitch in and snatch others away from destruction...I know that...but I cried for M. How do they get themselves so dysfunctional that they cannot even care for themselves and maintain the basics. What makes it easier for them to be sick in the cold and rain than to have bare minimums like food and shelter.
And then there is this thought: Do any of us realize that to God we look just like the R's and M's? That we look poor, wretched, blind, miserable, and naked to God, destitute and helpless without Him? We see a difference between us and them but without God we are just as decrepit.
Here is the joy of it, though: As we go, if we dare, if we are obedient to the call to get out there and share the love of God, and offer the hope that is the Gospel, if we do that, we do well. Some will never leave their lifestyle. That is not a measure of salvation. R. prayed for a lady with a job and her need was met. R is spreading the Gospel! If R can pray for people and he does, what the heck should we be doing????? Discussing the wrongs of the church? Asking questions for the pure sake of hearing our own intellectual savvy? I think not...
We think we have a corner on what church should be...again, I say, what will you do to be the church as God purposed it to be? How long will we all sit and ponder the theories and what-ifs of the Word before we realize there are people entering eternity with no knowledge of God or what He did for them. I challenge you all to get out there and do, not a random act of kindness, but an 'on-purpose, with purpose, gospel action to and for someone you meet....do it in the Name of Jesus...let's get movin', just go out and see what the Lord would have you do today for a lost soul.
Then, let's get back here and celebrate together over what the Lord has done out there. Don't miss it! Don't miss out on what you have been called to do. It ain't about us anymore...
Sunday, December 2, 2007
...Saturday afternoon in the Sun
As soon as I left the Friday morning church in the Park service I headed over to the church I attend to start wrapping the toys that Toys for Tots donated. It was still raining and it was a great way to spend the afternoon...with long time friends in a warm dry room.
My mind wandered to the others I had just left...where would they go in this downpour?
Time to turn my attention to what the Lord would have me do at this moment. Time to prepare for Saturday, souls to be saved, lives to be touched.
Saturday found sunshine, and crispy, windy weather. When we got to the apartment complex there was mass movement to get everything set up and ready.
Tables were set up by the pool, (which looks like it hadn't seen water in a long, long time). Sound system was out by the pool as well. First the food was served, then a time of ministry. Kids jammed up close to the music along with their parents. We danced and clapped and Rob and the others led the way for salvation. About 15 kids received Jesus. Later on, one of the Moms prayed with one of the workers and gave her life to Jesus. It's not about the presents or the food...I know they need that stuff and it is good that we can get it for them. But it all has to point to Jesus and what He has done for us all or its a waste of time.
Some choose to question everything they do not understand about God. Some choose to look at all the faults of the church and retreat back into the distance, not getting past the personal injury, refusing to heal.
I have found that healing comes when we least expect it, when we are not looking for it, when we cook up a pot of soup and bring it to a park and wait for someone who is cold and hungry. Healing comes when we give the barrister $5 for a cup of coffee and ask him to use the rest to pay for the person standing behind us in line, (something the pastor of the church i go to does on a regular basis).
The healing comes for us, and for the person we just touched. It will never come by remaining critical of those who have done us wrong or offended us. The enemy wins then...as we ponder whether God is fair or not, if there are contradictions in the Scriptures,...because as we ponder what has already been answered, and question what God gives no answers for...as we ponder, we sit... and forget we are soldiers, bond slaves, on a mission to gather into God's kingdom, those who have been beaten down, tied up, shackled and confused by the enemy. We have a purpose and we do not have to understand anything except that God has called us to move, He has called us to take it to the streets, to speak the Truth in Love and do something, do something that makes sense...
When I go back to the apartments, I think I will bring a good story to read to the kids, a big pot of macaroni and cheese with chopped up hot dogs in it and an invitation to come and follow Jesus.
Yes, and I will invite the moms to come and eat and listen. Maybe, just maybe, one of these days, they will help Jimmy's church feed the homeless. Maybe the homeless can come sometime and read a story to the kids. Maybe...think of the possibilities....Maybe, if only, we could be all that we wished 'the church' could be.
My mind wandered to the others I had just left...where would they go in this downpour?
Time to turn my attention to what the Lord would have me do at this moment. Time to prepare for Saturday, souls to be saved, lives to be touched.
Saturday found sunshine, and crispy, windy weather. When we got to the apartment complex there was mass movement to get everything set up and ready.
Tables were set up by the pool, (which looks like it hadn't seen water in a long, long time). Sound system was out by the pool as well. First the food was served, then a time of ministry. Kids jammed up close to the music along with their parents. We danced and clapped and Rob and the others led the way for salvation. About 15 kids received Jesus. Later on, one of the Moms prayed with one of the workers and gave her life to Jesus. It's not about the presents or the food...I know they need that stuff and it is good that we can get it for them. But it all has to point to Jesus and what He has done for us all or its a waste of time.
Some choose to question everything they do not understand about God. Some choose to look at all the faults of the church and retreat back into the distance, not getting past the personal injury, refusing to heal.
I have found that healing comes when we least expect it, when we are not looking for it, when we cook up a pot of soup and bring it to a park and wait for someone who is cold and hungry. Healing comes when we give the barrister $5 for a cup of coffee and ask him to use the rest to pay for the person standing behind us in line, (something the pastor of the church i go to does on a regular basis).
The healing comes for us, and for the person we just touched. It will never come by remaining critical of those who have done us wrong or offended us. The enemy wins then...as we ponder whether God is fair or not, if there are contradictions in the Scriptures,...because as we ponder what has already been answered, and question what God gives no answers for...as we ponder, we sit... and forget we are soldiers, bond slaves, on a mission to gather into God's kingdom, those who have been beaten down, tied up, shackled and confused by the enemy. We have a purpose and we do not have to understand anything except that God has called us to move, He has called us to take it to the streets, to speak the Truth in Love and do something, do something that makes sense...
When I go back to the apartments, I think I will bring a good story to read to the kids, a big pot of macaroni and cheese with chopped up hot dogs in it and an invitation to come and follow Jesus.
Yes, and I will invite the moms to come and eat and listen. Maybe, just maybe, one of these days, they will help Jimmy's church feed the homeless. Maybe the homeless can come sometime and read a story to the kids. Maybe...think of the possibilities....Maybe, if only, we could be all that we wished 'the church' could be.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Friday morning church in the Rain...
I could sense the rain in the air when I woke up this morning. It doesn't rain much here in the desert so we can tell when it is about to.
It never dawned on me to not get to the park for the service. It never dawned on any of us. It is as normal to be there as anywhere else. No matter what the weather is.
Last week it was so cold. The wind blew hard. Connie's hot soup brought smiles to every one's faces. We served turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy.
This week no one anticipated the rain so a barbecue was planned. By the time we got to the park it had been raining for quite awhile. Which is also unusual for the desert. Usually the rain is done in a couple of hours. Too late to plan anything else we started the fire, good and hot so the rain wouldn't put it out. Pastor Dave gathered everyone together to start the teaching. One of the men asked if he could open in prayer. Pastor said yes so he prayed. He thanked God for all that he had, how he had so much. And in reality he still lives better than most of the rest of the world.
Pastor shared the Word, and by the time the food was ready we all looked pretty much the same...wet and cold. One of the men asked if we had gloves. I had just stopped into Big Lots before I came to the park. I had picked up some gloves real cheap and had about 6 pair on me. It was so good to be prepared for his request. The gloves fit beautifully. He smiled and so did I. Some of the men remarked that they didn't think we would come today because of the weather. I heard Jimmy say that we would always be there every Friday no matter what. It was good, this rainy, cold day today. It was so good. We were all so grateful to be together. We have become community. God is knitting us together in love. There is being established trust and respect.
Today was the best Friday-morning-church-in-the-park since I began last February.I am so blessed of God to be able to be a part of this. I love being out where He is moving.
Tomorrow we go to the apartments to serve dinner and presents to the families there. This will be my first visit there. I am very excited to see what the Lord would have me do here. Being back at the church where I spent most of my born again years is good.
It has been a very 'alive' day...very alive is exactly how I feel right now. I am in a different kind of expression of worship...doing what He would have me do for the Kingdom. There is melody in my heart.
It never dawned on me to not get to the park for the service. It never dawned on any of us. It is as normal to be there as anywhere else. No matter what the weather is.
Last week it was so cold. The wind blew hard. Connie's hot soup brought smiles to every one's faces. We served turkey and stuffing and mashed potatoes and gravy.
This week no one anticipated the rain so a barbecue was planned. By the time we got to the park it had been raining for quite awhile. Which is also unusual for the desert. Usually the rain is done in a couple of hours. Too late to plan anything else we started the fire, good and hot so the rain wouldn't put it out. Pastor Dave gathered everyone together to start the teaching. One of the men asked if he could open in prayer. Pastor said yes so he prayed. He thanked God for all that he had, how he had so much. And in reality he still lives better than most of the rest of the world.
Pastor shared the Word, and by the time the food was ready we all looked pretty much the same...wet and cold. One of the men asked if we had gloves. I had just stopped into Big Lots before I came to the park. I had picked up some gloves real cheap and had about 6 pair on me. It was so good to be prepared for his request. The gloves fit beautifully. He smiled and so did I. Some of the men remarked that they didn't think we would come today because of the weather. I heard Jimmy say that we would always be there every Friday no matter what. It was good, this rainy, cold day today. It was so good. We were all so grateful to be together. We have become community. God is knitting us together in love. There is being established trust and respect.
Today was the best Friday-morning-church-in-the-park since I began last February.I am so blessed of God to be able to be a part of this. I love being out where He is moving.
Tomorrow we go to the apartments to serve dinner and presents to the families there. This will be my first visit there. I am very excited to see what the Lord would have me do here. Being back at the church where I spent most of my born again years is good.
It has been a very 'alive' day...very alive is exactly how I feel right now. I am in a different kind of expression of worship...doing what He would have me do for the Kingdom. There is melody in my heart.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thankful
I am so thankful that we serve a God Who is ever patient, ever merciful, and ever loving toward the likes of us, the foolish things of this world. May He use us as He wishes: to serve, to bow, to speak, to heal, to give, to worship, to reap and to sow, for Him and Him only.
May you all find your places in Him today...
Love you all,
Linda
May you all find your places in Him today...
Love you all,
Linda
Sunday, November 18, 2007
update...
It is 6:20 am...the morning of the evening when we will be serving our homeless community their Thanksgiving dinner. It is a grand affair at the Convention Center. Many have stepped up to the plate to buy and cook the food needed. Many will be serving. I am blessed beyond measure to be able to be a part of this.
Friday morning at the Church-in-the-Park service one of the gentlemen gave his heart to the Lord. There was such joy and celebration, hootin' and a hollerin' from everyone there. It was a good morning...
I have been asked to be a part of another event at one of the lower income apartment complexes here. That will be on December 1st. Dinner and gifts for the children. I have not been over there yet but I have a feeling the Lord is ready to move... (pray: we need toys for the children...)
December 18th we will have Christmas at our Friday morning gathering. We are gathering the funds to buy backpacks for our group. We will fill them with some necessary items such as: socks, underwear, beanies, gloves, deodorant, toothbrushes, soap, a bible, and homemade cookies. I know that this will be a precious time. I can't think of a better way to spend my time.
Oh, by the way, thank you for your prayers, (thank you Nate and Happy). I have met with the pastors of the Church I attended for twenty years. It is the church I "grew up" in (I was saved at the ripe young age of 26). I attended some of their services while I have been church-less along with some of the other churches in the community. They were all awesome. As you know I have been forcing myself to be quiet inside that I would hear the leading of the Lord. I am convinced that this is where He would have me to be and that I will be venturing into new areas, the apartment complex is one of them.
It is worth being quiet to hear His Voice...it is worth being patient. Nate, you mentioned that I have a deliberateness to what I do. I have never thought about that but you are right, I do. It has been such a remarkable joy to deliberately follow Jesus, to take my cues from Him and walk not according to my own understanding (intellect) but by His leading. To be in His Presence is the safest, most comforting and peaceful place I could ever be. So, I am learning this walk as I go...deliberately doing what I hear Him call me to do.
Gotta go now...pray for us that many will be Born Again today!!!!
Friday morning at the Church-in-the-Park service one of the gentlemen gave his heart to the Lord. There was such joy and celebration, hootin' and a hollerin' from everyone there. It was a good morning...
I have been asked to be a part of another event at one of the lower income apartment complexes here. That will be on December 1st. Dinner and gifts for the children. I have not been over there yet but I have a feeling the Lord is ready to move... (pray: we need toys for the children...)
December 18th we will have Christmas at our Friday morning gathering. We are gathering the funds to buy backpacks for our group. We will fill them with some necessary items such as: socks, underwear, beanies, gloves, deodorant, toothbrushes, soap, a bible, and homemade cookies. I know that this will be a precious time. I can't think of a better way to spend my time.
Oh, by the way, thank you for your prayers, (thank you Nate and Happy). I have met with the pastors of the Church I attended for twenty years. It is the church I "grew up" in (I was saved at the ripe young age of 26). I attended some of their services while I have been church-less along with some of the other churches in the community. They were all awesome. As you know I have been forcing myself to be quiet inside that I would hear the leading of the Lord. I am convinced that this is where He would have me to be and that I will be venturing into new areas, the apartment complex is one of them.
It is worth being quiet to hear His Voice...it is worth being patient. Nate, you mentioned that I have a deliberateness to what I do. I have never thought about that but you are right, I do. It has been such a remarkable joy to deliberately follow Jesus, to take my cues from Him and walk not according to my own understanding (intellect) but by His leading. To be in His Presence is the safest, most comforting and peaceful place I could ever be. So, I am learning this walk as I go...deliberately doing what I hear Him call me to do.
Gotta go now...pray for us that many will be Born Again today!!!!
Friday, November 9, 2007
W W Jesus Say to Me
Thanks Heather for including me in this one.
I've thought about this over and over and I always come back to this: I think He would say what I always hear Him say at the beginning of every conversation we have.
I think He would whisper, "Shhhhhh..." ever so gently.
and now, once again, I tag:
Shaun
Bekah
Happy
I've thought about this over and over and I always come back to this: I think He would say what I always hear Him say at the beginning of every conversation we have.
I think He would whisper, "Shhhhhh..." ever so gently.
and now, once again, I tag:
Shaun
Bekah
Happy
Monday, November 5, 2007
WWJDWTC
As far as what I think Jesus would do with the church today: I truly believe that He would fan the flame no matter how faint a flicker it seemed to be. He is in the Kingdom business and promised He would in no way cast us off. I do not know a church anywhere that meets all my needs. This is not a complaint. This is a blessing. My needs, my hunger will never be satisfied by the church I choose to go to...whether I choose to worship in a mega church or in a home church with close friends. That is not where my hunger will be satisfied. If I look at Jesus' life and listen to what it was that caused his appetite to be satisfied it was NOT being with the disciples in fellowship, (although that must have been a precious time for all involved). His hunger was satisfied when He talked to the woman at the well. Why? Because He was doing the will of His Father. It wasn't what the Father would do for Him but what He would do for the Father that satisfied Him.
This is crazy...we have it backwards, we still believe that 'the church' is an entity apart from us ...We, the church, the called out ones, are the ones who must live the way God directs us. yes, there are things wrong with the church today. When has there not been. God uses the willing, not the perfect.
So He will not cause the flicker of a flame to go out or the reed to break. He is here to save.
Out there somewhere is a woman or a man waiting by a well not even aware of his or her own need until a word is spoken into their heart. I want to be ready to be the one to speak the word. Don't you?
Remember, we are the church. The church is not them, it is us and if we think we know how a church should be then we should be it, don't you think?
I am responsible for doing the will of the Father. You are responsible for doing the will of the Father. We are the church. He will keep the flame burning with His breath. This church is a living breathing organism and He will keep us alive ... To God be the glory forever and ever, amen!
This is crazy...we have it backwards, we still believe that 'the church' is an entity apart from us ...We, the church, the called out ones, are the ones who must live the way God directs us. yes, there are things wrong with the church today. When has there not been. God uses the willing, not the perfect.
So He will not cause the flicker of a flame to go out or the reed to break. He is here to save.
Out there somewhere is a woman or a man waiting by a well not even aware of his or her own need until a word is spoken into their heart. I want to be ready to be the one to speak the word. Don't you?
Remember, we are the church. The church is not them, it is us and if we think we know how a church should be then we should be it, don't you think?
I am responsible for doing the will of the Father. You are responsible for doing the will of the Father. We are the church. He will keep the flame burning with His breath. This church is a living breathing organism and He will keep us alive ... To God be the glory forever and ever, amen!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Let patience have her perfect work...
I am hanging from a limb. This is not the same as hanging by a limb. The latter gives the impression that disaster is eminent. The former suggests that when my arms get tired I will either have to somehow get back into the tree to live or climb down, or, jump...
Either way, change is coming.
While I am hanging I have been visiting many of you. Thank you all for being so open. Shaun has written a complaint psalm that expresses some very real stuff. I wonder how many times I have assumed there was no need to minister to the minister cause he must 'have it all together'. Especially Heather has blown me away with her strength in God as she moves forward in her battle. Watch and see what God has wrought in a woman fighting for her life.
I am honored to be able to be a part of their lives through this blog thing. I am learning about strength of character, compassion, mission, and vision and how to walk in it all with Him and only Him at the lead.
I wonder where I fit...
Friday morning church in the Park has been so good. There are real relationships developing, real conversations going on. That is real church. That is a place I know Jesus would have sat. Those men and women would have followed Him.
Saturday will find me over at Tracy's children's outreach. Looks like I have been assigned to 'face painting' which gives me much opportunity to strike up some conversations about Jesus.
Go visit Shaun and Especially Heather for some different angles. Sometimes when we only spend time with people who see things the way we do we forget that there are others who are in very different places who are struggling to be real in their own venues:)
If I could do church right now...on this Saturday night....it would be with a bunch of people who love to worship with music...sitting around on the floor, being okay with each other, no one trying to show off, just worshipping God together. I miss that, a lot.
Either way, change is coming.
While I am hanging I have been visiting many of you. Thank you all for being so open. Shaun has written a complaint psalm that expresses some very real stuff. I wonder how many times I have assumed there was no need to minister to the minister cause he must 'have it all together'. Especially Heather has blown me away with her strength in God as she moves forward in her battle. Watch and see what God has wrought in a woman fighting for her life.
I am honored to be able to be a part of their lives through this blog thing. I am learning about strength of character, compassion, mission, and vision and how to walk in it all with Him and only Him at the lead.
I wonder where I fit...
Friday morning church in the Park has been so good. There are real relationships developing, real conversations going on. That is real church. That is a place I know Jesus would have sat. Those men and women would have followed Him.
Saturday will find me over at Tracy's children's outreach. Looks like I have been assigned to 'face painting' which gives me much opportunity to strike up some conversations about Jesus.
Go visit Shaun and Especially Heather for some different angles. Sometimes when we only spend time with people who see things the way we do we forget that there are others who are in very different places who are struggling to be real in their own venues:)
If I could do church right now...on this Saturday night....it would be with a bunch of people who love to worship with music...sitting around on the floor, being okay with each other, no one trying to show off, just worshipping God together. I miss that, a lot.
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I have finished the book of my previous post.
"David and Zadok were alone once more.
'And now, what shall you do, David? In your youth, you spoke no word against an unworthy king. What shall you do now with an equally unworthy youth?'
'As I said,' replied David, 'these are the time I hate the most, Zadok. Nonetheless, against all reason, I judge my own heart first and rule against its interest. I shall do what I did under Saul. I shall leave the destiny of the Kingdom in God's hands alone..."
Again, if you get the chance to read this little book, do so. It will tenderize your heart for the ways of God...
I am not sure what I am doing now that I left the church I was attending. I do know that it would be wise to not jump into any commitments right now. I must say that I feel very covered by supervisors who are very supportive in my move. I can breath again. Didn't know I had stopped breathing til I left.
I am still actively involved in the Friday Morning Church in the Park for the homeless. I have been visiting the church where my son leads worship and that has been good. I have been invited to hang out there til I know what I am doing. I love how the family of God is everywhere. Even you, my fellow bloggers, have been a great encouragement to me.
Tracy will be having another outreach toward the end of October. She has asked me to help with that and I am looking forward to that.
Thanksgiving we will have a huge dinner for the homeless at the Convention Center. Last year brought 200. We expect more this year. Some of the people I work with have volunteered to help serve dinner.
We need blankets for our Friday morning group. It is getting too cold to sleep without one. We will be distributing them this Friday at the morning service in the Park. So far we have 25. We were hoping for 100. The week is not over yet so there is still time to collect some more.
All in all, things are good. God is moving. Salvation is here. His faithfulness is a solid rock and I am happy to be one of His.
"David and Zadok were alone once more.
'And now, what shall you do, David? In your youth, you spoke no word against an unworthy king. What shall you do now with an equally unworthy youth?'
'As I said,' replied David, 'these are the time I hate the most, Zadok. Nonetheless, against all reason, I judge my own heart first and rule against its interest. I shall do what I did under Saul. I shall leave the destiny of the Kingdom in God's hands alone..."
Again, if you get the chance to read this little book, do so. It will tenderize your heart for the ways of God...
I am not sure what I am doing now that I left the church I was attending. I do know that it would be wise to not jump into any commitments right now. I must say that I feel very covered by supervisors who are very supportive in my move. I can breath again. Didn't know I had stopped breathing til I left.
I am still actively involved in the Friday Morning Church in the Park for the homeless. I have been visiting the church where my son leads worship and that has been good. I have been invited to hang out there til I know what I am doing. I love how the family of God is everywhere. Even you, my fellow bloggers, have been a great encouragement to me.
Tracy will be having another outreach toward the end of October. She has asked me to help with that and I am looking forward to that.
Thanksgiving we will have a huge dinner for the homeless at the Convention Center. Last year brought 200. We expect more this year. Some of the people I work with have volunteered to help serve dinner.
We need blankets for our Friday morning group. It is getting too cold to sleep without one. We will be distributing them this Friday at the morning service in the Park. So far we have 25. We were hoping for 100. The week is not over yet so there is still time to collect some more.
All in all, things are good. God is moving. Salvation is here. His faithfulness is a solid rock and I am happy to be one of His.
Friday, September 28, 2007
The Horrible art of Javelin Throwing...
I have found the last week or so to be a time of quietness and silence. Two different things, quietness and silence. Quietness is the decision to stop all the inside noise that fights with just being with the Lord. Silence is the decision to not speak but to allow Him to speak. Lately I have been wanting and needing Him to speak so that my every next step will be with purpose, His purpose.
I am in transition. Change is good. Especially when He brings the changes. Discomfort is not a negative, though it is uncomfortable.
A dear man of God suggested I read a small book titled, "A Tale of Three Kings". I know this book. I have read it more than once years ago. I have pulled it out of my collection of books and am re-reading it again. For all of you CLBers out there, I can only suggest, but I suggest with all my heart, that you get a hold of this book and let God speak to you...
If I may, and if you have read my previous posts, you will know, my heart is to do the will of my Father, as it is yours. That being said, I would love to know if it will speak to you as it has and is to me....
If I have been a javelin thrower, and I think I have at times, I ask forgiveness. May God put it in our hearts to never bend down to pick another javelin up again!
And, if javelins are being thrown at me, may I learn how to dodge them with integrity, never letting them keep me from moving forward in the Kingdom...
I am in transition. Change is good. Especially when He brings the changes. Discomfort is not a negative, though it is uncomfortable.
A dear man of God suggested I read a small book titled, "A Tale of Three Kings". I know this book. I have read it more than once years ago. I have pulled it out of my collection of books and am re-reading it again. For all of you CLBers out there, I can only suggest, but I suggest with all my heart, that you get a hold of this book and let God speak to you...
If I may, and if you have read my previous posts, you will know, my heart is to do the will of my Father, as it is yours. That being said, I would love to know if it will speak to you as it has and is to me....
If I have been a javelin thrower, and I think I have at times, I ask forgiveness. May God put it in our hearts to never bend down to pick another javelin up again!
And, if javelins are being thrown at me, may I learn how to dodge them with integrity, never letting them keep me from moving forward in the Kingdom...
Friday, September 14, 2007
Takin' it to the Streets
Blooming Most Recklessly has posted an incredible moment in her life. I truly believe that this is happening in every part of the world. We need to know that the silly things the Spirit is leading us to do are not so silly as we think. Again, so simple is the venue Jesus moves in. Highways and Biways have always been my favorite places -- that is where the miracles happen -- where the lost and crushed are.
This is the moment that everyone has sensed. What say ye? Time to take it to where they are waiting...to the streets!!!!
So, when I make a plan, and the rain seems to ruin it, Lord, help me to remember that this could be the very moment someone looking for you has taken a wrong turn into a KFC somewhere...may I remember to take my friends and guitar and run towards Redemption!
This is the moment that everyone has sensed. What say ye? Time to take it to where they are waiting...to the streets!!!!
So, when I make a plan, and the rain seems to ruin it, Lord, help me to remember that this could be the very moment someone looking for you has taken a wrong turn into a KFC somewhere...may I remember to take my friends and guitar and run towards Redemption!
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Significant moment...
I've been with Pastor and Eleanor for five years now. When I came to them I was broken, very broken and I didn't work very well. They took me in and let me heal and it has been good.
Being left alone after 22 years of marriage and ministry is very unsettling to say the least. Though my relationship with the Lord was as strong as ever I was shaken to the core and quite at a loss as to how to survive and take care of myself.
They stood by me and I am whole and sane because of their care. It has been great. During my time with them I went back to school, settled into a full time position with the City, and was licensed to minister in the Foursquare Movement.But the sense that a change has been coming has been bugging me. It is one of the reasons that I had to get away for the weekend. I really wanted to be sure that what I was sensing was from the Lord and not because I was tired or frustrated.
The three of us met for dinner tonight and I started to share what I had been thinking about. They weren't surprised. Sometimes, when the Lord is doing something, what should be hard is easy and almost delightful.
I am scared, don't get me wrong. I have no idea what is around the corner but I do sense the rightness of the move. And knowing that they are in agreement with me is ever so comforting.
Time to be a follower of Jesus. Time to trust and look ahead with confidence.
I know they will be okay. They love and serve God like me. It will be an honor to work with them in the future. But me, I have to go now...
Okay, here goes (eek)...
Being left alone after 22 years of marriage and ministry is very unsettling to say the least. Though my relationship with the Lord was as strong as ever I was shaken to the core and quite at a loss as to how to survive and take care of myself.
They stood by me and I am whole and sane because of their care. It has been great. During my time with them I went back to school, settled into a full time position with the City, and was licensed to minister in the Foursquare Movement.But the sense that a change has been coming has been bugging me. It is one of the reasons that I had to get away for the weekend. I really wanted to be sure that what I was sensing was from the Lord and not because I was tired or frustrated.
The three of us met for dinner tonight and I started to share what I had been thinking about. They weren't surprised. Sometimes, when the Lord is doing something, what should be hard is easy and almost delightful.
I am scared, don't get me wrong. I have no idea what is around the corner but I do sense the rightness of the move. And knowing that they are in agreement with me is ever so comforting.
Time to be a follower of Jesus. Time to trust and look ahead with confidence.
I know they will be okay. They love and serve God like me. It will be an honor to work with them in the future. But me, I have to go now...
Okay, here goes (eek)...
Monday, September 3, 2007
Interesting...
It was great getting away for two days. There were no firework revelations but I think I am quieted enough that now I will be able to allow His whispers to change me...
I have been honored to be mentioned by some of my fellow bloggers. Shaun has listed the things he likes about me. You may not know Shaun- he is worth visiting- his honesty as a pastor of a church plant here in Vegas helps to soothe all the criticisms of pastors lately- There are some who really do care about being real and presenting an accurate Jesus. Aside from this I find him extremely funny! Thanks, Shaun, and thanks for being such a good friend to Bekah & Tyson!!!!
Heather mentions my post of a recent Thursday night event among some other links she has found interesting. Her site is also one to be checking into on a regular basis especially if you like being challenged in what you believe on certain topics...
I have heard mentioned that even this Venue (blogging) is church..I believe that also, very much...'where two or more are gathered...' so:
Lastly, and more importantly than all of the above...please visit especiallyHeather 's post on prayer warriors. We have some real warfare to do and all our talk means nothing if we don't do what we believe...She and her friend Marisa need us badly right now. Please let me know that you are posting on her site by leaving a comment here. I need to know we are going to war for our blog brothers and sisters.
I have been honored to be mentioned by some of my fellow bloggers. Shaun has listed the things he likes about me. You may not know Shaun- he is worth visiting- his honesty as a pastor of a church plant here in Vegas helps to soothe all the criticisms of pastors lately- There are some who really do care about being real and presenting an accurate Jesus. Aside from this I find him extremely funny! Thanks, Shaun, and thanks for being such a good friend to Bekah & Tyson!!!!
Heather mentions my post of a recent Thursday night event among some other links she has found interesting. Her site is also one to be checking into on a regular basis especially if you like being challenged in what you believe on certain topics...
I have heard mentioned that even this Venue (blogging) is church..I believe that also, very much...'where two or more are gathered...' so:
Lastly, and more importantly than all of the above...please visit especiallyHeather 's post on prayer warriors. We have some real warfare to do and all our talk means nothing if we don't do what we believe...She and her friend Marisa need us badly right now. Please let me know that you are posting on her site by leaving a comment here. I need to know we are going to war for our blog brothers and sisters.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Constructing...
I don't think I have missed a Sunday worship service in years. Being the worship leader is a joy. I love being in corporate worship and I love watching the Lord move among His people.
But I have huge decisions to make and find myself at a crossroads. I am not even sure where the various roads are leading.
So...I am getting away for the holiday weekend to a small town in Utah where I am hoping to get still enough to hear my Lord speak.
This is one of the ways I pray...I stop talking and get the noise inside quieted and just listen.
Deconstruction is always in preparation for new construction, better construction...both must be carefully implemented or bricks may fall and hurt someone..."unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it...Psalm 127.1a.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
But I have huge decisions to make and find myself at a crossroads. I am not even sure where the various roads are leading.
So...I am getting away for the holiday weekend to a small town in Utah where I am hoping to get still enough to hear my Lord speak.
This is one of the ways I pray...I stop talking and get the noise inside quieted and just listen.
Deconstruction is always in preparation for new construction, better construction...both must be carefully implemented or bricks may fall and hurt someone..."unless the Lord builds the house, they labor in vain who build it...Psalm 127.1a.
Have a great weekend, everyone!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
...then up and out to the Park on Friday morning
The last two Friday morning Church in the Park gatherings brought 65-70 people. Yes, there was just enough food but this Friday we were actually short one fork!!!
Pastor Dave asked if anyone wanted to pray for the Lord to bless the food. One of the men stood and said he would. We had never seen him before but his prayer was so powerful- he shared that the Word says when you fall, get up, and if you fall over and over again, get up over and over again. Then he prayed for the food and thanked God for the sense of community that we all had together.
He knew the word and he knew what to pray...and then he sat down. Nothing fancy, just very real...
It is such a relief to be in the middle of what God is doing...now...here is the thing with me...He has allowed me to be a part of what others have stepped out to do...I want to step out on something He would have me do. Don't you? Any thought on what you think He is nudging you to do?
Maybe if we exchange some ideas it will spark something in us to move on it...
Pastor Dave asked if anyone wanted to pray for the Lord to bless the food. One of the men stood and said he would. We had never seen him before but his prayer was so powerful- he shared that the Word says when you fall, get up, and if you fall over and over again, get up over and over again. Then he prayed for the food and thanked God for the sense of community that we all had together.
He knew the word and he knew what to pray...and then he sat down. Nothing fancy, just very real...
It is such a relief to be in the middle of what God is doing...now...here is the thing with me...He has allowed me to be a part of what others have stepped out to do...I want to step out on something He would have me do. Don't you? Any thought on what you think He is nudging you to do?
Maybe if we exchange some ideas it will spark something in us to move on it...
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Thursday night church in the street...
Tracy is a woman in the church who runs a daycare in the rough area of our town. It has always been rough. Anyone who has grown up here has lived there at one time or another. Every town has this neighborhood in it. Ours is no different than any other. Except that we love people here. Some of us have family here. Some of us are still here. Some have friends here. We all have some connection to this place.
The Friday morning church in the park service takes place at the edge of this neighborhood.
There are gangs, drugs, alcohol problems, poverty, racism, inner city stuff...there's a lot of anger here, and depression. There's also a lot of hope, but it is hidden deep within the hearts of the children here.
Tracy knows this, so she ventured out awhile back and started a gathering. Another simple concept that God has blessed because of her obedience. Her brother lives here. Every Thursday night she sets up the bar-b-que, the bounce house, and the chairs. After everyone gathers she feeds them, sends the kids to bounce, and does her bible study with the adults. Simple. They all need to eat, the kids need to have fun. They all need Jesus.
Tracy gives them all three. But last night, hundreds showed up. The word got out that Tracy was going to do something a little different. There would be a bounce house and a water slide for the kids and a trackless train for them to ride in. There would be school supplies given out (school starts next week). There would be hot dogs, chips, and soda. Tracy got permission to close the street off.
Literally hundreds showed up. Tracy was nervous. She didn't have enough food. She certainly didn't have enough school supplies. We didn't have much time to think about it though because we were serving food and the line seemed endless.
Everyone kept asking for us to start handing out the school supplies. Tracy kept hesitating. There just wasn't enough.
Pastor Elias said we should pray for the Lord to multiply. There they were, all the kids and parents lined up to get their supplies. Someone explained to them there wasn't enough so we would hand them out until the supplies ran out.
I took Pastor up on his suggestion. We asked everyone to join us in prayer as we asked the Lord to multiply the school supplies.
Then they started handing out the supplies....it took forever to finish. Finally everyone was taken care of. Everyone was taken care of! AND...there were supplies and food left over!!!!!!!!
What is so excellent about the whole thing is that every man, woman, and child there got to see the miracle. They became an integral part of the mercy of God being poured out into the community. They prayed, they said, "Amen". They got their need met. I am blessed...truely...to know women like Tracy and Misty who are not hesitant to see their vision through.
Tracy is on the worship team with me. There you have it again. Yes, we come together at the start of each week to celebrate what God is doing OUTSIDE the walls of church.
I am awestruck at the simplicity of Luke 17.5-10. We work out in the field, we enter into the worship of God, then we get ministered to by Him...this is no extraordinary thing...this is what He has called us to from the start...
The disciples asked Jesus to "Increase our faith" in verse 5. Look at his answer! We struggle so much with what we believe. We ask God to increase our faith..His answer is: Get out into the fields, bring in the harvest, come and serve Me dinner, and then you may sit down and eat.
Lord, teach us to keep You uncomplicated. Teach us to simply do what you have assigned to us.
Acts 4:29-30 is my prayer for all of us.
The Friday morning church in the park service takes place at the edge of this neighborhood.
There are gangs, drugs, alcohol problems, poverty, racism, inner city stuff...there's a lot of anger here, and depression. There's also a lot of hope, but it is hidden deep within the hearts of the children here.
Tracy knows this, so she ventured out awhile back and started a gathering. Another simple concept that God has blessed because of her obedience. Her brother lives here. Every Thursday night she sets up the bar-b-que, the bounce house, and the chairs. After everyone gathers she feeds them, sends the kids to bounce, and does her bible study with the adults. Simple. They all need to eat, the kids need to have fun. They all need Jesus.
Tracy gives them all three. But last night, hundreds showed up. The word got out that Tracy was going to do something a little different. There would be a bounce house and a water slide for the kids and a trackless train for them to ride in. There would be school supplies given out (school starts next week). There would be hot dogs, chips, and soda. Tracy got permission to close the street off.
Literally hundreds showed up. Tracy was nervous. She didn't have enough food. She certainly didn't have enough school supplies. We didn't have much time to think about it though because we were serving food and the line seemed endless.
Everyone kept asking for us to start handing out the school supplies. Tracy kept hesitating. There just wasn't enough.
Pastor Elias said we should pray for the Lord to multiply. There they were, all the kids and parents lined up to get their supplies. Someone explained to them there wasn't enough so we would hand them out until the supplies ran out.
I took Pastor up on his suggestion. We asked everyone to join us in prayer as we asked the Lord to multiply the school supplies.
Then they started handing out the supplies....it took forever to finish. Finally everyone was taken care of. Everyone was taken care of! AND...there were supplies and food left over!!!!!!!!
What is so excellent about the whole thing is that every man, woman, and child there got to see the miracle. They became an integral part of the mercy of God being poured out into the community. They prayed, they said, "Amen". They got their need met. I am blessed...truely...to know women like Tracy and Misty who are not hesitant to see their vision through.
Tracy is on the worship team with me. There you have it again. Yes, we come together at the start of each week to celebrate what God is doing OUTSIDE the walls of church.
I am awestruck at the simplicity of Luke 17.5-10. We work out in the field, we enter into the worship of God, then we get ministered to by Him...this is no extraordinary thing...this is what He has called us to from the start...
The disciples asked Jesus to "Increase our faith" in verse 5. Look at his answer! We struggle so much with what we believe. We ask God to increase our faith..His answer is: Get out into the fields, bring in the harvest, come and serve Me dinner, and then you may sit down and eat.
Lord, teach us to keep You uncomplicated. Teach us to simply do what you have assigned to us.
Acts 4:29-30 is my prayer for all of us.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
I'm getting it...
I have this longing in my heart to be productive for the kingdom. I spent so many years behind church walls and still am fully involved in our little church plant. I don't want to leave the church, that's not what I'm saying. But I do want more.
I came into the Friday morning church in the park quite by accident. Jimmy called me one Friday morning a while back and told me that those who had signed up to serve the food that day would not be able to come after all. He asked me if I could come down and help.
Jimmy is my son. He is the Worship pastor at a Nazarene church plant here. It is a long story why me and my kids all go to different churches. I guess it could be a sad story but we are all serving God with a passion so ultimately it is a story of victory. I lead worship at a Foursquare church plant here. Leah serves with her husband at another Foursquare church clear to the north of us about 20 miles away. Bekah and her husband are co-pastors of another Foursquare church about 20 miles west of here. Jimmy lives here. He is my youngest. It is his church that does the Friday morning church in the park service.
When he called I of course went to help. That was about 5 months ago. I became a part of it that day. It is some kind of marvellous thing that is happening. Here we meet with people who have no home, no source of steady income, no anything. Some because of hard times. Some because they just stopped being able to cope emotionally. Others because of alcohol and drugs. Some have warrants out. Some love God. They all come of their own wills. It isn't just for the food. They come to hear how God used men and women just like them to change the world.
Pastor Dave shared Hebrews 11 with them this Friday. All the heroes of faith lie in that chapter. They did great things in God and their faith is bragged about on these pages. They cheer us on as we run this crazy race. But Pastor Dave began to unravel the horrible sins of them all: David murdered and committed adultery, Jacob deceived his own father. Sin after sin, I watched as their eyes were fastened on P. Dave as he shared. They could relate now. There was no noise as he told them what great things God could do with a group like the one we had this day. It wasn't about what they did, it is about what He can do with them if they would allow it.
Some days, in the heat and mugginess, I see that yearning in their faces. They're getting it. I'm getting it. We're all getting it. As far as God is concerned we all look exactly like those who were sitting at the tables Friday morning. We were all wretched, poor, blind, miserable, and naked. We are all absolutely the same.
I am restless to do more. There are others, not just the homeless ones, that are lost. I read that there are 9,703 lost souls dying every hour of every day. Slipping into eternity without Jesus. So, yes, I will lead God's people into His presence with worship, but I must live my Christianity outside the walls.
God help me to do His work, His way, when He says. God help us all!
I came into the Friday morning church in the park quite by accident. Jimmy called me one Friday morning a while back and told me that those who had signed up to serve the food that day would not be able to come after all. He asked me if I could come down and help.
Jimmy is my son. He is the Worship pastor at a Nazarene church plant here. It is a long story why me and my kids all go to different churches. I guess it could be a sad story but we are all serving God with a passion so ultimately it is a story of victory. I lead worship at a Foursquare church plant here. Leah serves with her husband at another Foursquare church clear to the north of us about 20 miles away. Bekah and her husband are co-pastors of another Foursquare church about 20 miles west of here. Jimmy lives here. He is my youngest. It is his church that does the Friday morning church in the park service.
When he called I of course went to help. That was about 5 months ago. I became a part of it that day. It is some kind of marvellous thing that is happening. Here we meet with people who have no home, no source of steady income, no anything. Some because of hard times. Some because they just stopped being able to cope emotionally. Others because of alcohol and drugs. Some have warrants out. Some love God. They all come of their own wills. It isn't just for the food. They come to hear how God used men and women just like them to change the world.
Pastor Dave shared Hebrews 11 with them this Friday. All the heroes of faith lie in that chapter. They did great things in God and their faith is bragged about on these pages. They cheer us on as we run this crazy race. But Pastor Dave began to unravel the horrible sins of them all: David murdered and committed adultery, Jacob deceived his own father. Sin after sin, I watched as their eyes were fastened on P. Dave as he shared. They could relate now. There was no noise as he told them what great things God could do with a group like the one we had this day. It wasn't about what they did, it is about what He can do with them if they would allow it.
Some days, in the heat and mugginess, I see that yearning in their faces. They're getting it. I'm getting it. We're all getting it. As far as God is concerned we all look exactly like those who were sitting at the tables Friday morning. We were all wretched, poor, blind, miserable, and naked. We are all absolutely the same.
I am restless to do more. There are others, not just the homeless ones, that are lost. I read that there are 9,703 lost souls dying every hour of every day. Slipping into eternity without Jesus. So, yes, I will lead God's people into His presence with worship, but I must live my Christianity outside the walls.
God help me to do His work, His way, when He says. God help us all!
Monday, August 13, 2007
prayer call
We have all been talking lately about our longing for a real, authentic, powerful walk with the Lord. I think I have come across a sister in the Lord who could use some of our authentic prayer right now. And I know she could use some encouragement.
I have come across a site called "especially heather". I think if you visit it you will come to love this woman who is facing severe difficulties at the time. This site is her journey. She is a worshipper of God and His friend and I know you will sense His presence in her words as she writes from her heart her honest and raw thoughts and emotions.
So I am starting a worldwide prayer chain for her via our blog sites. Let me know if you will be sending her an encouraging word and if you will be praying for her. Let her know as well...and then, let your favorite bloggers know about her site that they may bless her as well...how about it?
Especially Heather, this post is for you...May the Lord bless you, and keep you. the Lord make His Face to shine upon you and be gracious to you. The Lord lift up His Countenance on you and give you peace...Numbers 6.24-26
I have come across a site called "especially heather". I think if you visit it you will come to love this woman who is facing severe difficulties at the time. This site is her journey. She is a worshipper of God and His friend and I know you will sense His presence in her words as she writes from her heart her honest and raw thoughts and emotions.
So I am starting a worldwide prayer chain for her via our blog sites. Let me know if you will be sending her an encouraging word and if you will be praying for her. Let her know as well...and then, let your favorite bloggers know about her site that they may bless her as well...how about it?
Especially Heather, this post is for you...May the Lord bless you, and keep you. the Lord make His Face to shine upon you and be gracious to you. The Lord lift up His Countenance on you and give you peace...Numbers 6.24-26
Saturday, August 11, 2007
Just a thought...
Being new to the blog world I am excited as I travel through and read what others have to say. I am excited because there is a stirring once again inside the hearts of believers to be real, authentic, active God people, Christ followers, whatever label is attractive to you right now.
And yet I am concerned that so much time is being spent with what is wrong instead of getting out there and being what is right.
Yes we need to be out there where the lost are. Yes, lost! Out there...where the very real, lost ones are who are desperate to hear there is a God who went out of His way for them. I love what was written about Jesus at Today at the Mission's Finding Jesus in Finland. God went out of His way for us. Listen, I know the church can be quite the messy place. Humans have the unique ability to make messes wherever they go. But that is me and you as well.
The church experience should be, (my opinion only) a coming together of believers who have been 'out there' all week doing the work of God, listening to Him, saying what He would have them to say, reaching out to those in need, whether it is spiritually or materially, coming together at least one day a week to CELEBRATE over what they have seen the Lord do while they were out there. Does that make sense?
Celebrate, worship and maybe even receive the Word for ourselves so that we are strengthened to go out once again for another week of being at His disposal to do what He is doing in the earth.
It's time to start talking about what God is doing through us rather than what is wrong.
I truly believe every reviving of the church was started with a hunger for the real which was created by on-fire, energetic, positive members who were being productive and enthusiastic.
A fired coal sets the cold coals next to them on fire. A fired coal standing alone dies out. We need the fire of each other to keep the fire going...
Imagine what would happen if we refused to be critical and instead got up close and personal with the unlit ones....what a fire could be started.
And yet I am concerned that so much time is being spent with what is wrong instead of getting out there and being what is right.
Yes we need to be out there where the lost are. Yes, lost! Out there...where the very real, lost ones are who are desperate to hear there is a God who went out of His way for them. I love what was written about Jesus at Today at the Mission's Finding Jesus in Finland. God went out of His way for us. Listen, I know the church can be quite the messy place. Humans have the unique ability to make messes wherever they go. But that is me and you as well.
The church experience should be, (my opinion only) a coming together of believers who have been 'out there' all week doing the work of God, listening to Him, saying what He would have them to say, reaching out to those in need, whether it is spiritually or materially, coming together at least one day a week to CELEBRATE over what they have seen the Lord do while they were out there. Does that make sense?
Celebrate, worship and maybe even receive the Word for ourselves so that we are strengthened to go out once again for another week of being at His disposal to do what He is doing in the earth.
It's time to start talking about what God is doing through us rather than what is wrong.
I truly believe every reviving of the church was started with a hunger for the real which was created by on-fire, energetic, positive members who were being productive and enthusiastic.
A fired coal sets the cold coals next to them on fire. A fired coal standing alone dies out. We need the fire of each other to keep the fire going...
Imagine what would happen if we refused to be critical and instead got up close and personal with the unlit ones....what a fire could be started.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Friday morning revisited...
Jimmy and Erin and Pastor Dave were already at the park when I arrived. They were getting the charcoals ready for firing. Tony saw me get out of the car so he came over to see if he could help carry anything. We walked toward the gazebo. Tony is one of the homeless ones. He and a few others are always waiting to help carry the load. They aren't here for a handout. This is church and they are serious. Tony always seems defeated, kind of like Eeyore. Gentle, though, and quiet.
Now, the ladies today were not quiet. Betty, Amanda, and another lady I have not been introduced to as yet could not settle down today. Betty can switch back and forth from weeping and sad to the most outrageously loud, vulgar woman ranting and raving about. Amanda is also prone to wild outbursts, until Pastor starts preaching. It is then that she is ready to pounce on anyone who isn't listening to the Word. And she'll let everyone and anyone know how displeased she is. While Pastor Dave preaches you will see Amanda totally focused on his every word with one hand in the air as praise and honor to God. I do not know the other woman's name. She was quite taken with the Word being shared today and cried in dismay as she realized that she carried the same qualities as the Pharisees Jesus dealt with.
Betty was angry with the woman I do not know. Amanda was upset with her as well for her cries were too loud for them. Somehow the Lord kept them at a manageable level today.
The men sat and listened though.
I guess what I am trying to say, as difficult as it is to share the Word over the ruckus today it was so obvious that the ruckus was their way of showing how seriously they didn't want any one to keep them from hearing what Pastor Dave was sharing.
It is church all the way. What an honor to be able to serve and sit with these ones. How good it is to be with Jimmy, my son, and the other Journey people on these hot summer desert days under the gazebo in the park on Friday mornings.
Now, the ladies today were not quiet. Betty, Amanda, and another lady I have not been introduced to as yet could not settle down today. Betty can switch back and forth from weeping and sad to the most outrageously loud, vulgar woman ranting and raving about. Amanda is also prone to wild outbursts, until Pastor starts preaching. It is then that she is ready to pounce on anyone who isn't listening to the Word. And she'll let everyone and anyone know how displeased she is. While Pastor Dave preaches you will see Amanda totally focused on his every word with one hand in the air as praise and honor to God. I do not know the other woman's name. She was quite taken with the Word being shared today and cried in dismay as she realized that she carried the same qualities as the Pharisees Jesus dealt with.
Betty was angry with the woman I do not know. Amanda was upset with her as well for her cries were too loud for them. Somehow the Lord kept them at a manageable level today.
The men sat and listened though.
I guess what I am trying to say, as difficult as it is to share the Word over the ruckus today it was so obvious that the ruckus was their way of showing how seriously they didn't want any one to keep them from hearing what Pastor Dave was sharing.
It is church all the way. What an honor to be able to serve and sit with these ones. How good it is to be with Jimmy, my son, and the other Journey people on these hot summer desert days under the gazebo in the park on Friday mornings.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
You're it!
I woke up this morning with stuff weighing on me. I had a few minutes to spare before I had to leave for work and decided to visit with some friends online when I saw that the Lord has got me involved in a game of tag of all things. Isn't it just like Him to provide a way of escape from troubles.
John has started this on his site, Christians Confess, and I got tagged by Heather. I spent much time at work thinking about this and so here goes...
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Apologize for three things that Christians have often got wrong.
Your apologies should be directed towards those who don't view themselves as part of the Christian community.
Alternatively, apologize for things you personally have done wrong towards those outside of the church.
2. Post a comment at the originating post so others can keep track of the apologies.
3. Tag five people to participate in the meme.
4. If desired, send an email with the link to your blog post at the Christians Confess site, giving permission for your apologies to be added to the website.
The three things (out of many more) I apologize for are:
1. I am sorry for using the phrase, "I'll pray for you" as an excuse to not have to get too involved with your life.
2. I am sorry for the time the Lord nudged me to go over to you to tell you about Him but I didn't. I hope someone else along your path was more obedient and loving.
3. I'm so sorry for not allowing your cries for help to penetrate me; I belong over there where you are and not protected (imprisoned) behind church walls.
I tag:
bekahs bologna
shaun bell
graceisthepoint
Romashka Journal
John has started this on his site, Christians Confess, and I got tagged by Heather. I spent much time at work thinking about this and so here goes...
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Apologize for three things that Christians have often got wrong.
Your apologies should be directed towards those who don't view themselves as part of the Christian community.
Alternatively, apologize for things you personally have done wrong towards those outside of the church.
2. Post a comment at the originating post so others can keep track of the apologies.
3. Tag five people to participate in the meme.
4. If desired, send an email with the link to your blog post at the Christians Confess site, giving permission for your apologies to be added to the website.
The three things (out of many more) I apologize for are:
1. I am sorry for using the phrase, "I'll pray for you" as an excuse to not have to get too involved with your life.
2. I am sorry for the time the Lord nudged me to go over to you to tell you about Him but I didn't. I hope someone else along your path was more obedient and loving.
3. I'm so sorry for not allowing your cries for help to penetrate me; I belong over there where you are and not protected (imprisoned) behind church walls.
I tag:
bekahs bologna
shaun bell
graceisthepoint
Romashka Journal
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Restless
I should be gathering my music for the morning service. I should be getting the worship in order. I should be but I haven't been able to . It is now 7:45 PM and I can't seem to focus. So many thoughts run through my mind.
I was visiting with deconstructed christian while avoiding my own tasks and was caught up with her topic on the label 'Christian'. I hate labels. I hate what the world does with them. A once so meaningful and risky identification is now a term to define , oh, i don't know, a political agenda.
How gross, how stupid. Or is it?
Funny thing about the world, it sees what it sees. Maybe that is what most of us have become: living statements of our opinions concerning how everyone needs to behave. We sometimes wear our opinions like badges never admitting that what we call ourselves has nothing to do with reality.
Christian, what a label. It was once the title of those who have died for their faith. It meant death to self and trust in God. It defined those who had found the living God.
Ultimately, I want the original definition to be me. I like the label Heather was given: a God person. I remember when jeans were only worn by farmers. Then we started finding them in army surplus stores and bought them for five dollars. It became our identity. Bell bottoms meant you hated the establishment, loved freedom, were intelligent and interested in reality and spirituality....if I remember correctly it meant a few more things.
Suddenly, without warning denim started appearing in stores with pre-made holes and worn out areas. Suddenly they cost 30 dollars and parents were wearing them. Society has a way of doing that. Jeans were stripped of their meaning. Why, they were being worn by the enemy. They meant comfort and fashion and establishment. They don't mean that now but I still wear them. Christian doesn't mean to others what it should but I'll still wear it.
But I think if I had to give myself an identifying label it would be.....His! I want to be completely His. I want to be a God person. Then you can call me whatever....cause He calls me His.
I need to get ready for tomorrow....my heart is not in it right now. It would be nice to just forget the formalities and find worship pouring out of me for no reason at all....
Thanks, Heather, for introducing a new label, God person. Let's enjoy it before THEY strip it of its wonder...
I was visiting with deconstructed christian while avoiding my own tasks and was caught up with her topic on the label 'Christian'. I hate labels. I hate what the world does with them. A once so meaningful and risky identification is now a term to define , oh, i don't know, a political agenda.
How gross, how stupid. Or is it?
Funny thing about the world, it sees what it sees. Maybe that is what most of us have become: living statements of our opinions concerning how everyone needs to behave. We sometimes wear our opinions like badges never admitting that what we call ourselves has nothing to do with reality.
Christian, what a label. It was once the title of those who have died for their faith. It meant death to self and trust in God. It defined those who had found the living God.
Ultimately, I want the original definition to be me. I like the label Heather was given: a God person. I remember when jeans were only worn by farmers. Then we started finding them in army surplus stores and bought them for five dollars. It became our identity. Bell bottoms meant you hated the establishment, loved freedom, were intelligent and interested in reality and spirituality....if I remember correctly it meant a few more things.
Suddenly, without warning denim started appearing in stores with pre-made holes and worn out areas. Suddenly they cost 30 dollars and parents were wearing them. Society has a way of doing that. Jeans were stripped of their meaning. Why, they were being worn by the enemy. They meant comfort and fashion and establishment. They don't mean that now but I still wear them. Christian doesn't mean to others what it should but I'll still wear it.
But I think if I had to give myself an identifying label it would be.....His! I want to be completely His. I want to be a God person. Then you can call me whatever....cause He calls me His.
I need to get ready for tomorrow....my heart is not in it right now. It would be nice to just forget the formalities and find worship pouring out of me for no reason at all....
Thanks, Heather, for introducing a new label, God person. Let's enjoy it before THEY strip it of its wonder...
Holick Avenue
I was at work when it poured the other day. The sky was amazing. Watching the storm clouds sweep over the sun and change the colors of just about everything brought me to a time 15 years ago in the very same place.
And I must tell you I am amazed at the fact that I am now working in the very place we lived when we first moved back here from a shaky 6 year ride in Arizona.
We lived down the street from where I now work...I used to love to watch the storms pass through. Bright green leaves would turn silver as the sun refused to be darkened by the clouds. Dark trunks would appear white. White houses seemed whiter and shadows were as black as night just before and immediately after one of these storms.
I remember standing on the porch and watching the colors of the trees turn silver and white. Then I looked further to see the mountains all around. These ordinary brownish grey mountains were purple and black.
There were some sunset evenings when those very same mountains were as pink and orange as they could be. They turned black when the clouds finally conquered the sun.
Stuff like that fills my senses. It is beyond my imagination to think up those kinds of color palettes. Light and lack of light can do that.
Art masters spent years playing with how light can dance across an object and change the whole focus of a painting.
I stood there that day, and I remember that I was so sad and yet overcome with the beauty of the color changes...and I wondered what color everything really was. Which light showed the true color of anything?
That day, with the wind and rain and the sun peeking through He spoke. That is how it is with us mostly. I wonder and He speaks, just drops understanding deep in my heart. The Lord showed me that day that the clouds and the light and rain that came and went were like the circumstances in our lives. They change the appearance of everything 'til we wonder what is reality anyway. And I understood that day that the very fact that there is a mountain whose colors can change just proves that there is a mountain. So, He tenderly showed me that the very fact that there are circumstances that change my perception of God and His capabilities is just proof that He is there, like that mountain and those trees, and He is Who He is no matter what the circumstances make Him out to be. He has not moved, He is right there in front of me, leading me. The circumstances changed the surface appearance but He is ever who He said He would be.
And I stood there, at work, just the other day, and that whole conversation with My God was as fresh and new as the day we first had it.
Now that the years have passed I can say, with all honesty, I learned to trust Him in a new way that day and this trust has carried me through quite a few episodes of changing circumstances.
If nothing else, age lends itself to security. When I looked at the storm the other day I found I was still standing on the Rock where He had placed me that day back on Holick Avenue.
And I must tell you I am amazed at the fact that I am now working in the very place we lived when we first moved back here from a shaky 6 year ride in Arizona.
We lived down the street from where I now work...I used to love to watch the storms pass through. Bright green leaves would turn silver as the sun refused to be darkened by the clouds. Dark trunks would appear white. White houses seemed whiter and shadows were as black as night just before and immediately after one of these storms.
I remember standing on the porch and watching the colors of the trees turn silver and white. Then I looked further to see the mountains all around. These ordinary brownish grey mountains were purple and black.
There were some sunset evenings when those very same mountains were as pink and orange as they could be. They turned black when the clouds finally conquered the sun.
Stuff like that fills my senses. It is beyond my imagination to think up those kinds of color palettes. Light and lack of light can do that.
Art masters spent years playing with how light can dance across an object and change the whole focus of a painting.
I stood there that day, and I remember that I was so sad and yet overcome with the beauty of the color changes...and I wondered what color everything really was. Which light showed the true color of anything?
That day, with the wind and rain and the sun peeking through He spoke. That is how it is with us mostly. I wonder and He speaks, just drops understanding deep in my heart. The Lord showed me that day that the clouds and the light and rain that came and went were like the circumstances in our lives. They change the appearance of everything 'til we wonder what is reality anyway. And I understood that day that the very fact that there is a mountain whose colors can change just proves that there is a mountain. So, He tenderly showed me that the very fact that there are circumstances that change my perception of God and His capabilities is just proof that He is there, like that mountain and those trees, and He is Who He is no matter what the circumstances make Him out to be. He has not moved, He is right there in front of me, leading me. The circumstances changed the surface appearance but He is ever who He said He would be.
And I stood there, at work, just the other day, and that whole conversation with My God was as fresh and new as the day we first had it.
Now that the years have passed I can say, with all honesty, I learned to trust Him in a new way that day and this trust has carried me through quite a few episodes of changing circumstances.
If nothing else, age lends itself to security. When I looked at the storm the other day I found I was still standing on the Rock where He had placed me that day back on Holick Avenue.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
In the beginning...
Steve is coming to help serve today. I work with him and when he heard that there was church in the park he said he wanted to come.
He said he helped serve food to the homeless a couple of times in San Francisco. When he asked when he should come I invited him to come this Friday. Pastor Dave, Jimmy, Christina, Erin and a number of others would be out of town along with others on vacation so I knew we would be short of help.
Pastor Dave and Jimmy started this whole thing. They were talking to some of the homeless men who camp behind Wendy's. They asked the men what did they need. One man, Randy, said they needed to eat on Fridays. St. Timothy's feeds them all the other days. Jimmy asked them would they come to the park on Fridays if a meal was provided and they had church. Randy said yes but not at night. Why?, Jimmy asked. Cause we're all drunk and no one would come so do it in the morning. Cool, said Jimmy. Randy said they needed protein, that St. Timothy's feeds them mainly starches and they need more protein. Cool, said Jimmy.
That's how it started almost a year ago.
It's about 50 who come on a regular basis. They always get protein. Christina gets the volunteers to cook. Christina was telling me awhile back that when they lost the person who planned the meals and coordinated the whole effort Pastor Dave came to Christina (his wife) and asked her to take over. She shared with me that at first she resented the suggestion. Three kids, full time ministry, running around doing everything for everybody and keeping the house maintained so that the office, youth group, women's meetings could meet there. She is busy. So she was hesitant and not thrilled but she said she would. As she was telling me this her eyes filled with tears as she shared that now that she has come to know individuals and their stories she finds that as she is cooking the meals God brings faces to her and she finds herself praying for them. She has fallen in love with Friday morning church in the park. Her children come and they eat with the others.
No ministry is single minded. God reaches down and does His work in so many hearts.
Back to Steve, he was a trooper! Without knowing anyone there but me he just found a spot by the bleu cheese Cole slaw and started serving. It will be interesting to see if he returns.
One "almost fight" broke out today. God brought peace as the other men shouted, "Hey, this is church, cut it out!"
This is different stuff...we are not feeding the homeless. We are not trying to change them. They don't come just to eat...they really believe this is their church and that is how they talk about it.
All in all today was a good day. I got to see how the Lord has settled things in me as well. I wasn't worried about whether Steve felt comfortable or if he approved. I would have had great concern about this not too long ago. Instead I found myself asking the Lord to take care of Steve while I helped get things set up. And He did.
I think that I have decided that it is time to just get up, get back out from behind church walls, and dare to just do it!
He said he helped serve food to the homeless a couple of times in San Francisco. When he asked when he should come I invited him to come this Friday. Pastor Dave, Jimmy, Christina, Erin and a number of others would be out of town along with others on vacation so I knew we would be short of help.
Pastor Dave and Jimmy started this whole thing. They were talking to some of the homeless men who camp behind Wendy's. They asked the men what did they need. One man, Randy, said they needed to eat on Fridays. St. Timothy's feeds them all the other days. Jimmy asked them would they come to the park on Fridays if a meal was provided and they had church. Randy said yes but not at night. Why?, Jimmy asked. Cause we're all drunk and no one would come so do it in the morning. Cool, said Jimmy. Randy said they needed protein, that St. Timothy's feeds them mainly starches and they need more protein. Cool, said Jimmy.
That's how it started almost a year ago.
It's about 50 who come on a regular basis. They always get protein. Christina gets the volunteers to cook. Christina was telling me awhile back that when they lost the person who planned the meals and coordinated the whole effort Pastor Dave came to Christina (his wife) and asked her to take over. She shared with me that at first she resented the suggestion. Three kids, full time ministry, running around doing everything for everybody and keeping the house maintained so that the office, youth group, women's meetings could meet there. She is busy. So she was hesitant and not thrilled but she said she would. As she was telling me this her eyes filled with tears as she shared that now that she has come to know individuals and their stories she finds that as she is cooking the meals God brings faces to her and she finds herself praying for them. She has fallen in love with Friday morning church in the park. Her children come and they eat with the others.
No ministry is single minded. God reaches down and does His work in so many hearts.
Back to Steve, he was a trooper! Without knowing anyone there but me he just found a spot by the bleu cheese Cole slaw and started serving. It will be interesting to see if he returns.
One "almost fight" broke out today. God brought peace as the other men shouted, "Hey, this is church, cut it out!"
This is different stuff...we are not feeding the homeless. We are not trying to change them. They don't come just to eat...they really believe this is their church and that is how they talk about it.
All in all today was a good day. I got to see how the Lord has settled things in me as well. I wasn't worried about whether Steve felt comfortable or if he approved. I would have had great concern about this not too long ago. Instead I found myself asking the Lord to take care of Steve while I helped get things set up. And He did.
I think that I have decided that it is time to just get up, get back out from behind church walls, and dare to just do it!
Friday, July 13, 2007
Franny, me, and fried chicken...
Franny and I went to get the food today. The gentleman who had cooked the meal was stranded with a broken car on the other side of town. We weren't sure if what we had would be enough so Franny and I both offered to go to Smith's and get some of their fried chicken and chips.
I had never met Franny before. She waited in her pick-up for everyone to arrive this morning while I waited in my car. I always do that...wait in the car. Jimmy made me promise that I would not wait by myself out in the park if I got there early. Today was no different. I called Bekah and I sat and talked with her when I saw the pickup pull in next to me.
When the others arrived with the drinks and part of the meal Franny and I got out of our respective sanctuaries and went over to help Christina. That's when we heard the food would be very late in getting there. I asked Christina if we should go and get food ourselves, you know, ready made. We decided I'd go and get the chicken.
That's when I heard Franny say she wanted to go as well. I thought that was great. Franny and I got into my car and we introduced ourselves.
She and her family just moved here in April. They have not been to the Journey very much...her husband has problems in large social situations. But the time she did go she heard about the Friday morning church service in the park. So, for her birthday she treated herself to some ministry and came to help...I thought that was so cool to give on your birthday.
Sometimes, all a person needs is the opportunity to be a giver...sometimes God simply drops people into the right situations so that they can find the value in their lives.
Franny is thirty-three and has two children. She said that when she came to the desert that's when she saw the majesty of God. That's how I felt thirty years ago when I came to the desert for the first time. That was in New Mexico and I was a hippy looking to find myself. I am so glad that I found God instead. Franny was three years old then.
Now, here we meet, at a church service in the park where 45-50 homeless people join us for a meal and a word. And isn't it funny that we both sat in our cars, waiting for the troops (so to speak).
And isn't it funny that we both thought the same thing when we first laid our eyes on the desert thirty years apart. Isn't it funny and awesome and good that God has not changed...His magnificence still astounds us and affects us no matter what generation we are.
I doubt that Franny and I grew up listening to the same music or having the same politics. I don't think she ever had to travel back and forth across this country to find herself. I think our lives and tastes were very different. But God. His entrance in to both our lives has brought us to the same spot in the universe to do the same thing and for similar reasons.
We missed the Word part of the service today but that's okay. Franny and I got to see how God moves history around to get the job done.
Simple church, God's way, amazing!
I had never met Franny before. She waited in her pick-up for everyone to arrive this morning while I waited in my car. I always do that...wait in the car. Jimmy made me promise that I would not wait by myself out in the park if I got there early. Today was no different. I called Bekah and I sat and talked with her when I saw the pickup pull in next to me.
When the others arrived with the drinks and part of the meal Franny and I got out of our respective sanctuaries and went over to help Christina. That's when we heard the food would be very late in getting there. I asked Christina if we should go and get food ourselves, you know, ready made. We decided I'd go and get the chicken.
That's when I heard Franny say she wanted to go as well. I thought that was great. Franny and I got into my car and we introduced ourselves.
She and her family just moved here in April. They have not been to the Journey very much...her husband has problems in large social situations. But the time she did go she heard about the Friday morning church service in the park. So, for her birthday she treated herself to some ministry and came to help...I thought that was so cool to give on your birthday.
Sometimes, all a person needs is the opportunity to be a giver...sometimes God simply drops people into the right situations so that they can find the value in their lives.
Franny is thirty-three and has two children. She said that when she came to the desert that's when she saw the majesty of God. That's how I felt thirty years ago when I came to the desert for the first time. That was in New Mexico and I was a hippy looking to find myself. I am so glad that I found God instead. Franny was three years old then.
Now, here we meet, at a church service in the park where 45-50 homeless people join us for a meal and a word. And isn't it funny that we both sat in our cars, waiting for the troops (so to speak).
And isn't it funny that we both thought the same thing when we first laid our eyes on the desert thirty years apart. Isn't it funny and awesome and good that God has not changed...His magnificence still astounds us and affects us no matter what generation we are.
I doubt that Franny and I grew up listening to the same music or having the same politics. I don't think she ever had to travel back and forth across this country to find herself. I think our lives and tastes were very different. But God. His entrance in to both our lives has brought us to the same spot in the universe to do the same thing and for similar reasons.
We missed the Word part of the service today but that's okay. Franny and I got to see how God moves history around to get the job done.
Simple church, God's way, amazing!
Friday, July 6, 2007
Friday morning...
When I pulled up to the park this morning there were already 15 or so there. Some were laying under the trees, being real still, saving their energy. Others sat around and on a shaded table off to the side. There were only a couple under the gazebo. No one from my side was there yet so I didn't get out of my car.
I have a new car. Everything works; the air conditioning, the radio, the lights... I sat in my car with the engine running, the air on, and the doors locked. I figured it would be best to wait this way 'til someone came.
Those that were there already could see me but they didn't beckon me to get out of the car. They knew why I stayed there. It didn't make them feel bad though. They knew I was being careful for a reason. They agreed with my behavior.
Finally Jimmy and Pastor Dave came with the food. Those at the table and under the trees arose and met us. I was out of the car now. They came to help carry the food and drinks to the gazebo.
They always help. We feed them first and then we have church. They always stay
'til the end and then they help us get everything back to the car. We go our way in our air conditioned cars and they...well, they retreat back into the desert or to the library where they can sit in the coolness and pretend to read the newspapers. Mostly they wander around downtown til dark and then head back to camp.
They are the homeless ones. We are not. But once a week we meet and have church in the park.
Some would say we go and feed the homeless. To me, it is church in the park. Pastor shares the Word, sometimes we sing a song or two. The food is good...at least they always thank us for our trouble.
Many of our regulars were not there today. Some of them had pink slips of paper, tickets over $600.00 each for being homeless. Wednesday was July 4th, Independence day...so a lot of our regulars were not there, especially the women. We think they are in jail for the weekend.
But once a week, for a couple of hours, we have the same life, we and them. We sit together and eat and listen and pray.
Jimmy says they are all mostly left over cowboys with no cows...
It's the highlight of the week for me. I love going to Friday morning church in the park. It's real and good and full of Jesus.
Simple, church.
I have a new car. Everything works; the air conditioning, the radio, the lights... I sat in my car with the engine running, the air on, and the doors locked. I figured it would be best to wait this way 'til someone came.
Those that were there already could see me but they didn't beckon me to get out of the car. They knew why I stayed there. It didn't make them feel bad though. They knew I was being careful for a reason. They agreed with my behavior.
Finally Jimmy and Pastor Dave came with the food. Those at the table and under the trees arose and met us. I was out of the car now. They came to help carry the food and drinks to the gazebo.
They always help. We feed them first and then we have church. They always stay
'til the end and then they help us get everything back to the car. We go our way in our air conditioned cars and they...well, they retreat back into the desert or to the library where they can sit in the coolness and pretend to read the newspapers. Mostly they wander around downtown til dark and then head back to camp.
They are the homeless ones. We are not. But once a week we meet and have church in the park.
Some would say we go and feed the homeless. To me, it is church in the park. Pastor shares the Word, sometimes we sing a song or two. The food is good...at least they always thank us for our trouble.
Many of our regulars were not there today. Some of them had pink slips of paper, tickets over $600.00 each for being homeless. Wednesday was July 4th, Independence day...so a lot of our regulars were not there, especially the women. We think they are in jail for the weekend.
But once a week, for a couple of hours, we have the same life, we and them. We sit together and eat and listen and pray.
Jimmy says they are all mostly left over cowboys with no cows...
It's the highlight of the week for me. I love going to Friday morning church in the park. It's real and good and full of Jesus.
Simple, church.
Wednesday, July 4, 2007
Wondering still...
I don't mind getting older. It is happening gradually enough that I don't notice it...much! Except for the aches that limit me physically at times. I don't mind all that much. But...I don't want to get old in my thinking, you know? I stay connected to young people, alot. They are struggling with the very things I struggled with long ago. They have legitimate concerns.
Getting older has not necessarily given me answers for them. I still agree with a lot of things. I still wonder what my purpose is, what I was meant to be doing. I am still surprised by the simple answers that come my way after years of questioning. I'm still learning how to behave around 'grownups'. I try not to look back too often. Answers lie ahead of me, in God.
One of the things I have learned as I have grown older is that God has all the answers. He is ever before me. When I look back all I see is the destruction I and others I trusted have created. But when I look ahead, not into the future, not that kind of ahead but in front of me, like following someone on the way to somewhere, I see who He is and His perfectness and His solutions for me.
Today, Independence Day, I stayed home all day. Me and my dog. She isn't feeling well, her back hurts.
That is my kind of holiday, no obligations, no having to be anywhere...just home with the sun shining through the window as I attempt to become a blogger and finally get all these thoughts out there. Tomorrow I will go back to the routine but today I am just here and it is good.
I still wonder, though, what is my purpose...funny to say at my age but I really want to get on with the important stuff of God. No more wasting time giving in to fears and frustrations. Just doing what He would have me to do.
I wonder...
Getting older has not necessarily given me answers for them. I still agree with a lot of things. I still wonder what my purpose is, what I was meant to be doing. I am still surprised by the simple answers that come my way after years of questioning. I'm still learning how to behave around 'grownups'. I try not to look back too often. Answers lie ahead of me, in God.
One of the things I have learned as I have grown older is that God has all the answers. He is ever before me. When I look back all I see is the destruction I and others I trusted have created. But when I look ahead, not into the future, not that kind of ahead but in front of me, like following someone on the way to somewhere, I see who He is and His perfectness and His solutions for me.
Today, Independence Day, I stayed home all day. Me and my dog. She isn't feeling well, her back hurts.
That is my kind of holiday, no obligations, no having to be anywhere...just home with the sun shining through the window as I attempt to become a blogger and finally get all these thoughts out there. Tomorrow I will go back to the routine but today I am just here and it is good.
I still wonder, though, what is my purpose...funny to say at my age but I really want to get on with the important stuff of God. No more wasting time giving in to fears and frustrations. Just doing what He would have me to do.
I wonder...
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Hard stuff!
The rocks, the very pillars in my life are becoming fragile with age. It never dawned on me that I would actually face days without certain steadfast members of my life. Every once in a while, I am faced with this very realization.
I went to see Dillard and Deeny today. Deeny is sick. She and Dillard have been a part of my life for nearly 30 years. Deeny is sick, sicker than even she knows. Dillard knows. They have been married for 52 years. They love God and have been faithful servants for as long as I have known them. Dillard was an elder. When he would pray for us his voice would boom across the room. So strong in faith.
Dillard cried today as he spoke of the Word the Lord had given him for Deeny. He said the Lord has held Deeny in the palm of His hand all these years and that she was still in that place. He, the Lord, would care for her.
I think that Dillard will miss her terribly. They do everything together. They always have. They truly have been a marriage made by heaven.
Dillard cried today. He is being shaken to the core with the thought of losing Deeny. He wants her to take her medicine. She says it makes her feel awful and that she feels better without it.
I love them both. I haven't seen them for a long while but when I heard I had to go and see them.
When I was leaving we took hands and prayed. They asked me to lead them in prayer. I sat next to Deeny and took her hand. Dillard came by and took my hand. He knelt down on the floor. I sank to my knees. It was an humbling experience to be praying for the very ones who had always been the prayer warriors for all of us.
I will go and see them again. Deeny forgets too easily now the details of her life. I will listen to their stories while they can tell them.
Dillard cried today. He knows she is leaving soon. He knows His God will take care of her. He will miss her.
I cried today. They are one of my heros. I will see them again. We have been blessed beyond our understanding to have had them care over us.
Deeny is dying.
Dillard cried today...
I went to see Dillard and Deeny today. Deeny is sick. She and Dillard have been a part of my life for nearly 30 years. Deeny is sick, sicker than even she knows. Dillard knows. They have been married for 52 years. They love God and have been faithful servants for as long as I have known them. Dillard was an elder. When he would pray for us his voice would boom across the room. So strong in faith.
Dillard cried today as he spoke of the Word the Lord had given him for Deeny. He said the Lord has held Deeny in the palm of His hand all these years and that she was still in that place. He, the Lord, would care for her.
I think that Dillard will miss her terribly. They do everything together. They always have. They truly have been a marriage made by heaven.
Dillard cried today. He is being shaken to the core with the thought of losing Deeny. He wants her to take her medicine. She says it makes her feel awful and that she feels better without it.
I love them both. I haven't seen them for a long while but when I heard I had to go and see them.
When I was leaving we took hands and prayed. They asked me to lead them in prayer. I sat next to Deeny and took her hand. Dillard came by and took my hand. He knelt down on the floor. I sank to my knees. It was an humbling experience to be praying for the very ones who had always been the prayer warriors for all of us.
I will go and see them again. Deeny forgets too easily now the details of her life. I will listen to their stories while they can tell them.
Dillard cried today. He knows she is leaving soon. He knows His God will take care of her. He will miss her.
I cried today. They are one of my heros. I will see them again. We have been blessed beyond our understanding to have had them care over us.
Deeny is dying.
Dillard cried today...
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