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Rest & Relaxation

No Verse.

Dear God, the last two months have been a whirlwind. When we woke up on March 26, everything was status quo. Then, by the end of the day, everything had changed and it set us on a stressful course for the next two months. Not a terrible or bad course. It’s not like we are experiencing great tragedy. In fact, in a lot of ways, things conspired to unfold the way we had been wanting them to. But in getting what we wanted it created a lot of work and some amount of stress.

So now we are going to get away for a couple of short days. We need it. We need some time away from our routines. I need to be away from my work. I need to sit and think, pray, read, study, relax, and even indulge in some of the more frivolous things I enjoy. My wife really needs it. The lion’s share of the burden from the last two months has fallen upon her. She has worked so hard, pushing through a lot of fatigue to ensure that everyone around her has what they need. She has been the ultimate giver. I hope I’m able to give back to her over the next couple of days, relying on what you and your provision for what she needs.

Father, I submit this vacation to you. Please give each of us what we need on a spiritual, mental, emotional, and physical level. Love us through each other, but more importantly, through your still small voice. Thank you for everything you’ve done and provided over the last two months. Thank you for what you will. Do this summer. Please watch over where I work and let your Holy Spirit move through the entire place. Be glorified.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2018 in Miscellaneous

 

Pain on Mother’s/Father’s Day

No verse.

Dear God, it seems that one of the side effects of my painful times is that it brings me into tune with the pain of my fellow humans. For example, I never thought much about miscarriages until we experienced one. Now, I am incredibly touched whenever I hear about one and I try to appropriately reach out to the parents involved.

Ten years ago, I used to really enjoy Father’s Day and Mother’s Day and I didn’t really understand the pain that some others experience on this day. Maybe they lost a child. Maybe they lost a parent or a spouse. Maybe they have children or a parent with whom they have not relationship. Several years ago, my wife’s and my worlds kind of crumbled in a way that made Mother’s Day and Father’s Day very painful. Neither of us wanted the other to acknowledge our respective day. We would avoid social media so we didn’t have to see all of the posts. It hurt too much. But now I am, at least to some extent, in touch with some of the pain that people feel on days like this.

Father, as I prepare to preach to a congregation this morning, help me to offer your comfort and your hope. Help me to offer community for the injured pilgrims. And help me to bridge the gap between those who have suffered and those who haven’t. Most of all, help me to lead all of them to the foot of your cross so that they might be healed–so that I might be healed too.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
 

Thank you, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit

No verse.

Dear God, thank you for last night. We had a fundraising dinner for the nonprofit where I work and you showed up. I prayed that you would show up. I prayed that the night would not be as much about money as it would be about you speaking to people’s hearts, and you really did that.

It’s an amazing thing when people get up and share the challenges from their lives. Their mistakes. Their hard times. Even their sins. When done in a spirit of giving you glory it always touches others. The keynote speaker last night told me afterward that she really struggled as to whether not not to share some of the more vulnerable parts of her life, but afterward she was glad she did. Yes! Those were the parts of her story that spoke to the crowd the most.

Father, help me to keep that focus today. Help me to decrease as you increase. Let your Holy Spirit flow through our building and our work. Help me to lead and help all of us to let go of our pain, fear, bitterness and even our rights and embrace the opportunity to love others in an unreasonable way. And do it all for your glory.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on May 9, 2018 in Miscellaneous

 

Preacher John

If anyone is interested, the sermon I gave at Fredericksburg (Texas) United Methodist Church is available here. I start at about the 35-minute mark, but I recommend backing up a couple of minutes for the children’s sermon. The children’s pastor did a really nice job.

Shout out to my dad for helping me figure out how to capture the link.

 
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Posted by on April 23, 2018 in Miscellaneous

 

It Starts with Humility

No verse.

 

Dear God, I want to talk tonight about a Christian life that is dry. Mine certainly has been at times. So when are the times when my spiritual life has not felt dry?

  1. When I am in deep need or despair.
  2. When I have been to a retreat or a revival.
  3. When I have been teaching others and leaning into you for wisdom (like I am right now)
  4. When a friend is in trouble and needs counsel (I can help them, but that can sometimes come out of my ego, not you)
  5. When I consciously remind and discipline myself to pray, repent, and worship.
  6. When I give of myself (money, materials, and/or time) out of inspiration from #5.

 

It’s interesting. As I look back and try to find the thread to these six things, the common denominator seems to be humility, loving the Lord my God with all my heart, mind, and strength, and loving my neighbor as myself. But I think even the parts about loving you and loving others can’t happen unless I first get over myself and lead with humility.

So what are the parts of humility?

  1. Admitting that I make mistakes.
  2. Accepting that my wellbeing is not more important than someone else’s wellbeing.
  3. Serving with no expectation of recognition.
  4. Loving others without feeling the need to judge them as inferior to me.
  5. Extending forgiveness when it is not deserved or sought.

 

And what is going on when my life is dry. When are those times?

  1. When I feel hurt and sorry for myself.
  2. When things are going well and I forget to consciously choose to humble myself before you.
  3. Sometimes when I’m depressed and I let myself fall into lethargy. I don’t discipline myself into discipleship or to even take care of myself in any area of my life.
  4. When I decide it’s time to treat myself and allow myself to be a little selfish (this is tangential to #1, but not quite the same)

 

So I’m giving a sermon tomorrow and the pastor asked that I speak on serving others, but I feel like I will be doing a disservice to the congregation if I just talk about the need. This sermon needs to be more like the giving sermons that I loved at our church in Waco. Those sermons made it about how giving is important because it is part of the giver’s working out their faith and relationship with you with fear and trembling.

All week, I’ve been playing with the Chuck Colson quote at the beginning of Steven Curtis Chapman’s song “Heaven in the Real World:”

Where is the hope? I meet millions who tell me they feel demoralized by the decay around us. Where is the hope? The hope that each of us has isn’t in who governs us or what great things we do as a nation. Our hope is found in the power of God working through the hearts of people. That’s where our hope is in this country. That’s where our hope is in life.

 

Well, how do we make sure it’s God’s (your) power working through us and not our own power and ego driving a personal agenda? I think that’s where the humility and self-discipline to disciple come in.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 

Commentary on “Catch a Wave”

“Catch a Wave” by Fred Smith

Dear God, I’ve been intimidated by a bad argument for a long time. Frankly, I’m intimidated by a lot of arguments. There are a lot of times when someone will say something that I find shockingly offensive or inappropriate, but I don’t have a well thought out response to it so I remain silent. Or maybe I don’t want to be confrontational and hurt their feelings–although they didn’t seem to pay much attention to my feelings when they said it in the first place.

In Fred’s blog post that I linked to above, he mentions hearing someone make an argument that is being made in many places around our country and world right now. Social media, frankly, only seems to have made it worse. The quote Fred heard was, “Your community will soon experience the full force of a tsunami of brown, young, unemployed, fertile, sometimes violent, non-English speaking immigrants from the South. It is going to affect every institution and, as it has everywhere else, the economic resources of your city and region.”

I am so tired of this. I’m so tired of the bigotry and hate it implies. I’m tired of the lack of empathy it suggests. I’m tired of the insecurity and fear it develops.

I have a confession. If I ever read a news story about a drug bust or a domestic violence issue, or if I ever read about a shooting somewhere, I one of the first things I look for is to see if I can make out the race of the offender. Were they white? Black? Hispanic? Middle-Eastern? Asian? If they are a minority, will this make people jump on board and accuse all minorities of the same behavior? If they are white, will it make racists stop and think twice about only looking at the crimes of minorities?

With the recent passing of Barbara Bush, there was a hateful woman who had a lot of bad things to say about her. She spouted off on Twitter, her post went viral and she got a lot of push-back. The news picked it up, and then Barbara Bush defenders started accusing “liberals” of being tolerant of this hateful speech. It grew into a national news story. One woman who happens to be a tenured professor at a university was given a platform, and with that she was handed by the right the mantle to carry for all “liberals.” But the truth is she was just one woman with one opinion. She didn’t speak for “liberals” anymore than I speak for moderate conservatives or Christians. At the end of the day, there is no reason I should have ever even known about her or her opinion.

I was riding my bike the other day when I passed by a playground in my town. I saw an Hispanic man, probably in his early 50s, taking pictures of a child who was probably young enough to be his grandchild. There was a young woman there as well. I assumed she was the little girl’s mother. But as I saw this man I thought about the stereotype of the Hispanic man who is unfaithful, drinks too much, and abandons his family. I hoped that racist people might pass by and see that this man represents most of the Hispanic people I know. The problem is, we are still so segregated in our society, most white people don’t personally know Hispanic people so the only thing they know of them is what they see on the news or in the paper–and these people have no business representing an entire race of people.

About 10 years ago, I remember there was a church in Florida that decided it was going to burn a bunch of Qurans. I think it went viral on YouTube. Then the media picked it up and it caused an international incident so serious that the Secretary of Defense at the time called the pastor to implore him to not do it. The disgusting thing about the story, however, was that the church in question consisted of about 25 members. So a fringe, cultish group of people were all of a sudden representing United States Christians to the Muslim world.

But back to Fred’s piece. What I like so much about it is that their group of leaders looked for and embraced the strength all immigrants bring to our American fabric. The chose to respect those who were coming to us and find a way to help them to be successful Americans. They didn’t plan social programs. They embraced and helped them live out the dream that drove them to come to this country in the first place.

Father, all of this is to say that I need to be more willing to take on that argument in real time, jump into the water that I might not have totally explored yet, and spread your love. Sometimes, the attitude in our country makes it feel like it’s midnight in America, but I hope that we can take even that sentiment and turn it into an opportunity to shine our own lights in the dark of night.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
 

Praying for a Friend

No verse.

Dear God, last night before I went to bed, I got an email from a friend. He told me he had abruptly resigned from his job on Saturday. I don’t know any details. I don’t know if he had had enough and quit, if the leadership over him forced him out, or if it was some sort of combination of the two. What I do know is that I’ve been thinking about him ever since. I woke up briefly in the middle of the night and he and his family, especially his wife and his mother, were the first things on my mind. Then when I woke up again this morning, I thought about all of them again. I also thought about the place he’s leaving and hoped it might go through this process well.

The thing I always thought about and prayed to you about when I woke up didn’t focus on financial provision for them, although I did mention it. I mainly focused on their emotional state. I want you to give them (and by them I mean my friend, his wife, their children, and my friend’s and his wife’s parents) comfort. I want you to give them peace. Give them a sense of your presence, your care, and the assurance that, even though they might not be able to see it now, this will work together for good. I prayed and continue to pray that you will raise up people in all of their lives, including me, who will be your presence to them. Give them peaceful and discerning hearts during this foggy, painful time. In Easter parlance, it might seem like Friday night, but give them faith that Sunday is on it’s way.

Father, I guess what I haven’t prayed until now is that if there is any offense that has been done to my friend or his family, help him to heal from that, to forgive, and to pray for any enemies that he might have. If there are “us versus them” factions, help him to lead those left behind who supported him into reconciliation. Help him and his family to be a complete source of your presence, even in the midst of their own pain, hurt, and anger. Cover my friend and his family. Help them to bathe in the presence of the Holy Spirit. And help them to lead their children well and teach them about you and your goodness through this while still allowing them to be kids and remembering that the kids need to feel the stability that you provide through their parents.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on April 9, 2018 in Miscellaneous

 

Prayin’ for my Preachin’

No verse.

Dear God, today’s the day. I’ve been thinking about and writing about unity and pilgrimages all week. Now I need you to clear my head and help me crystallize it into a 12ish-minute message. I need you to give me what they need to hear. Holy Spirit, I need you to flow over me and through me. I need you to increase and let me decrease.

One of the first things is that I definitely need to let go of my ego. I’ve confessed before, but I confess again now that I was too prideful after my last sermon. I wanted too much praise for me. I sought out compliments. I can be ridiculous.

The interesting thing about sermons is that, as the speaker you hope that you are coming up with something that will 1.) make people think and give them something to talk about while they drive home, 2.) plant a seed that they will always remember and hopefully make them a better person, and 3.) keep all of them from nodding off for at least those 10-15 minutes. Of course, standing up there, the only real-time feedback I get is #3.

Father, be glorified this morning. Help me to tie all of this together so that this group of people will experience something fresh and new as individuals, families, and as a church. And give me what I need out of this experience too.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on April 8, 2018 in Miscellaneous

 

“Hymn of Promise” & I Can Only Imagine (the movie)

“Hymn of Promise”

In the bulb there is a flower; in the seed an apple tree; In cocoons, a hidden promise: butterflies will soon be free! In the cold and snow of winter there’s a spring that waits to be, unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see

There’s a song in every silence, seeking word and melody; There’s a dawn in every darkness, bringing hope to you and me. From the past will come the future; what it holds a mystery, Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

In our End is our beginning; in our time, infinity; In our doubt there is believing; in our life, eternity, In our death a resurrection; at the last, a victory, Unrevealed until its season, something God alone can see.

Dear God, I was struck by this poem/song from a funeral I attended yesterday and I decided to keep the program so I could talk with. You about it later. Now is the later.

My life of faith and following you is such a frustrating process because I seem to be incapable of seeing at any given moment how far I have to go. Maybe that’s for my own good–after all, I’m a firm believer in the concept that you keep me on a need-to-know basis–but my life seems to be a slow process. I read this poem and it reminds me that there is so much that we don’t/can’t see and reassures me that you can.

I just came back from the movie “I Can Only Imagine.” It’s a Christian movie. No offense meant to you, but I usually avoid Christian movies because I too often take issue with their presentation. I saw the preview for this one, however, and decided to take a chance. The song of the same title that is woven through the movie meant a lot to me when I first heard it in church about 16 years ago, and the preview made it look like it would deal with humanity in an honest way. I was right to take a chance. It was good.

For the first third of the movie, I was wondering if the main character’s father was really the protagonist in the story (much like in Star Wars Episodes 1-6, the real protagonist is Anakin Skywalker and not Luke like we are led to believe in Episode 4). He seemed to be the one who was driving the story. But as the movie played out, I started to see a different message. This wasn’t a movie about a terribly sinful man repenting and cleaning up his act (that would have been the kind of lazy writing that keeps me from watching Christian movies). Instead, it was about a son who clung to you as a child, but didn’t figure out how to do it and to be free for another 15 years. He tried. He did a lot of things right on paper. He loved you. He worshipped you. He tried to make a living doing Christian/Godly things. But it took a while before his heart was transformed.

I texted a friend after the movie that we all wish that becoming a mature Christian could be done with a microwave, but the process seems to be more akin to a crockpot. It’s a slow cook. You have to tenderize us and soak us in your juices. Our hardness needs to be broken down. Those are things a microwave just can’t do.

Father, if I’m doing this thing of following and worshipping you right, then the thing that I have to accept is that I am not there yet. I know you better and love others better now than I did five years ago. I hope I will know you even better and love others even more five years from now. I am not home yet, but when I am there, “I can only imagine what it will be like when I walk by your side. I can only imagine what my eyes will see when your face is before me. I can only imagine. Surrounded by your glory, what will my heart feel? Will I dance for you Jesus, or in awe of you be still? Will I stand in your presence, or to my knees will I fall? Will I sing hallelujah? Will I be able to speak at all? I can only imagine. I can only imagine when that day comes, and I find myself standing in the Sun. I can only imagine when all I can do is forever, forever worship you. I can only imagine.”

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 

A need for repentance and vision

No verse

Dear God, of course, my ego has been getting in the way of my worship of you this week. And I have totally lost sight of how the Holy Spirit helped me to preach this last Sunday. I confess to you that I have wanted and sought praise for my performance on Sunday. I am sorry. I know it was the Holy Spirit, upon whose name I called to help me going into the sermon, that worked and spoke through me. If anyone in the audience heard from you on Sunday, it’s because I had the wisdom to know that I was not capable of preaching to anyone without your power. I am sorry for my insecurity and arrogance.

I was thinking this morning as I woke up about the spiritual desert in our community. There is an unchurched segment of our society that no one seems to be reaching. I hear stories of broken lives every day that will only find healing through you. Their families will only find healing through you. We need some good ideas on how to reach them. I have a couple that of like to float to some people. Help me to be discerning in this.

Father, I work on projects, both vocationally and outside of my work, that address symptoms of a fallen world, but I know that more must be done on a spiritual level. Help me to be the Christian, the man, and the human you need me to be in all areas of my life, starting at home and working my way outward from there.

In Jesus’ name I pray,

Amen

 
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Posted by on March 15, 2018 in Miscellaneous