Prayer Matters

I just received an email from Douglas Chance, informing me that the 47 year old daughter of a close friend of theirs died in her sleep last night from a heart attack. Becky has a husband (Bruce), a daughter, and a brother.

Please remember to pray for this family and for Douglas & Valorie, as they minister to them.

In addition, Sue Wicker called to ask for prayer for her nephew, Todd Evans, who is in Emory ICU and very ill.

Your Pastor

LEFTOVERS!

Why did Jesus leave this earth and return to His Father? Why didn’t He choose to remain here and continue His earthly ministry? He made it clear that it was to our advantage for Him to “go away” but was it also advantageous for Him? I think so—

For one thing, had He chosen to remain here, the gospel would have been left unfinished, incomplete.

Furthermore, His physical presence limited His ministry because He could only be in one place at the time.

In addition, our ability to know Him would have been limited by His physical presence.

Finally, our witness would have been entirely powerless.

How, then, was His “going away” advantageous for those of us He would leave behind?

First, His return to His Father meant that He would send us the Holy Spirit, who would live in us and without whom we could not live the Christian life!

Second, because He sent us the Holy Spirit, we have eternal life.

Third, because He sent us the Holy Spirit, we can know the Truth.

Fourth, because we can know the Truth, we can also live in freedom.

Fifth, because He sent us the Holy Spirit, we are all gifted with valuable, spiritual gifts, gifts that enable the Body to effectively function as one.

NOW FOR THE LEFTOVERS

What would have been left unfinished about the gospel, had Jesus not returned to His Father?

How does His “living in us” enhance our ability to know Him?

When truth is mentioned within the context of theology, why do our minds tend to turn to dogma or doctrine, rather than to the person of Jesus?

How does our knowing truth enable us to live in freedom?

What is meant by “when the Holy Spirit comes upon you?”

What is meant by “you shall be baptized with the Holy Spirit?”

Looking forward to Wednesday night!

Your Pastor

Friends

After church today, Annis and I drove (well, I drove and she rode along side me!) to Emory University hospital to visit my long-time friend, Mike Crawley, who has advanced-stage liver cancer. In order to enter his room, we had to don gowns and gloves to prevent (hopefully) our bringing bacteria out of his room that might infect other patients on his floor, especially the bone marrow transplant patients (Isn't it interesting to observe just how easily pathogens spread, especially among the weak and the sick?).

Anyway, when we walked into his room, as weak as he is, he greeted us, letting us know that he was glad to see us, even if were were dressed like, well, like folks dress to prevent the spread of disease. Have you ever noticed how much energy a person is willing to exert for his friend, even when he can barely lift a finger. Mike has never really known his physical strength--a man among men, literally; but today in his weakened state, I saw him as being stronger than I have ever seen him, as he put forth every ounce of strength he could muster, just to greet Annis and me. Wow! I am telling you a true friend is a rare find, one that should be treasured forever!

As you might imagine, I have visited many, many very sick people over the years but something different happens, when the patient I visit is a friend, a true friend, one who has gone the distance with me, the literal distance. Because of my familiarity with the prognosis of this kind of vicious liver cancer, unless God intervenes, I won't see my friend many more times this side of Heaven; he has almost finished his course, and he has surely gone the distance with me.

This might be difficult for you to believe but Mike (and his twin brother Will) have on many occasions cleaned the cemetery plot in Reynolds, where my parents are buried, neither expecting or receiving anything in return, other than my love and friendship. Sometimes friends do things for you, unexpected things, that no one else would ever do, and when they do, you never, ever forget it.

Why am I telling you this? I am because I have learned one of life's most difficult lessons: In spite of one's desire for true friends (the one's who travel the distance with you), the fact is they are few and far between. Unfortunately, most are mere "fair weather" friends and when the weather changes any at all, they, well, they are gone.

Seeing Mike today reminded me of the brevity of life and it also reminded me of just how painful it is to lose a friend--regardless of the reason. Mike and I go back many years; we learned how to start IV's in my backyard "cook house" in Reynolds; we made numerous ambulance calls together; I officiated at his Mother's funeral; and we both grew up in Reynolds (which for those of us who did, says much!). Sadly, I am having to face the fact that I am losing my friend and it is no fun--none whatsoever.

If you have a friend, I pray that you will treasure the person who is befriending you; if you are a friend, I pray that you will be a true one, one who will go the distance. If you have a friend who has gone the extra mile for you, I trust that, well, I trust that you never forget it.

To friendship!
Your Pastor

Sunday Morning, January 28, 2007

It seems that this lady has found an easier and less painful way to manage her weight. Why hasn't someone thought of this before? How in the wide-world can we miss the obvious so easily!

Anyway, tomorrow morning, we gather together to worship Him, to experience His Presence, and to feed on His Word; I can only pray that you are as eager to "gather" as I am. I have this strong sense that the Holy Spirit is going to reveal truth to us, not some dogma, but the Person of Jesus.

I really do wonder how you would respond, if you truly believed that, during tomorrow's service, the Holy Spirit would reveal more of Jesus to you than you have ever known. I am rather confident that nothing would hinder your being present and accounted for--nothing. Obviously, I do not have a "crystal ball," so I can only tell you that He is stirring; what He might do is entirely up to Him. I do know this: if you come expecting to receive from Him, you will, and what you will receive will be well worth your having taken the time to come, which is my point.

You see, there is no easier way for you to experience the blessings of tomorrow's service; in order to do so, you must be present! Oh, I know He can bless you, regardless of where you might be, but if you want to receive the blessings of tomorrow's service, well, you will have to be present. Sure, you can hear about it but that will not be the same.

There is a fresh wind blowing, the wind of His Spirit; those who have eyes to see, will see; those who have ears to hear, will hear. I am praying for eyes and ears!

'till tomorrow!
Your Pastor

A Senior Citizen Discount

Tonight Annis and I drove over to Warner Robins to see this little girl, who just became my brother's (Bruce) granddaughter. As you might imagine, Bruce is promising to buy her the moon and some moon beams, to boot. I think his exact words were these: I will get her whatever she wants! And the truth is he probably will! She doesn't know it yet but she is a blessed little girl!

Anyway, I remember when I was treated the same way (I have a good memory!) because I had just become Big Daddy's and Lucy's first grandchild! I had no idea just how blessed I was (you can tell from the picture) but believe me, I was blessed! For as long as they lived, they treated me like I was the finest of the fine and made no secret of the fact that I was their favorite grandchild--regardless of who came along after me.

As you know, the day came when my daughter, Amy, made me a granddaddy, and soon, thereafter, she did it again! I have no idea what Sydney & Caroline might write (or say) about me, after I have left this world, but I do know this: I had some mighty good teachers and I can only pray that I can pass on to them, at least a little of what was given to me by my grandparents.

Now having said that, on our way to the hospital, Annis & I stopped at a restaurant to eat supper. The lady (Miss B) who met us at the counter was very pleasant, so I chose to ask her not to forget my "Senior Citizen Discount" (well I do have two grandchildren, white hair, and a Medicare card). She promptly said, "You can have it but only if you are 65!" As you might imagine, I told her that I would be 65 on February 15, had two grandchildren, and a Medicare card, not to mention white hair. She, being the brassy old cuss that she obviously is, quickly replied with this: "Well you will just have to wait until the 15th of February! Come back then, and I will give it to you!"

As you probably know, she is the kind of people I like, so we enjoyed several other conversations during our stay at the restaurant (Cloverleaf); in fact, when we left, I thought she was going to get into the car with us! Somehow, I have the feeling that she had some good grandparents, too, and like some of the rest of us, she enjoys passing along to others, at least a little of what was given to her. I could be wrong, so she could have been raised in an orphanage, but I really doubt it!

Anyway, although she didn't discount the price of my meal (I will go back on the 15th of February to get it!), she gave me something far more valuable than any Senior Citizen's Discount could ever be worth--a bit of something that had been given to her, long ago by someone who loved her very much.

Maybe each of us should begin doing this on a regular basis!

Who knows, we just might start something new and in the process bless lots of folk!

Love,
Your Pastor

Really good LEFTOVERS tonight!

Tonight was very refreshing and encouraging for me; everyone was really engaged in the subject and in the discussion! Why Annis even had something to say and said it!! If you missed it, I am sorry; I can only hope you make it next week.

Just for the record, the group consisted of Carolyn, Eddie, Rhonda, Travis, John A., Kevin, Bonnie, Syd, Karen, Annis, and yours truly! From what I could see, I think you can expect a great deal of specific praying to be going on for the next while. My guess is this: I won't have to announce anything because it will be obvious. As you know, the Holy Spirit seldom works in hiding!

Sure, I might be wrong but I have the strong feeling that He is coming like the Spring rain that waters the earth, and I think that rain will bring forth the fruit of the Spirit like we have not seen! I am very expectant!

Like Elijah, I am looking for the coming rain!
Your Pastor

I will make the darkness light before thee, or so the old song says!

As you know, sometimes life doesn't seem to be fair, at least from our finite perspective. I could probably give you, who knows how many examples (and you could give me just as many, I am sure) but this one is on the front burner, so I thought I would share it with you.

Mike & Will, aka the Crawley Boys (twins) grew up in Reynolds; albeit, a bit behind me (in years). If my memory serves me correctly, they will turn 53 in October. I knew their parents and I knew them well. Their Dad died years ago and so did their Mom, so they have had to really "be there" for each other for quite a number of years now. They have a sister, who lives away and a brother, who is retired from the military--a Colonel, I think--and now lives on St. Simons Island. Anyway, these twins are closer than anyone could imagine, having been through much adversity together and always supporting each other.

A while ago, Will got sick--really sick--and soon learned that he had a terrible liver problem that resulted from a genetic error (I forget the name of the disease) and would have died, had it not been for the grace of God. In the nick of time, he receive a liver transplant that miraculously saved his life. He has been doing great, even attending college, working on a degree in Business. Many prayers were answered for Will and he knows it and does not hesitate to give God the glory and credit for his healing.

Now for the "seemingly unfair" part of this story. On December 23 (I think it was), Mike learned that he has liver cancer. Mike has worked at the Medical Center of Central Georgia for more years than I can remember and in the process has covered every area from the ER to the Cath Lab (where he presently works). As you might imagine, every doctor and nurse in the entire hospital knows Hippo, so named for his size. Anyway, Mike was moved from Macon to Emory University Hospital a few days ago, hoping against hope to fine the correct therapy. Sadly, his doctor there told his family today that he is deteriorating very quickly. In other words, apart from a genuine miracle, Hippo's days on this earth are numbered; there is simply no such "animal" as good liver cancer!

From our vantage point, this seems unfair doesn't it? A strange story with an even stranger ending. Interestingly, Mike looked after his brother, Will, like a mother hen looks after her chicks, while he was sick and, thankfully, Will was restored to good health. Now, it is Will's turn to look after his brother but I am afraid that Mike's story won't end quite like Will's.

I love these two boys very much; we go back many years; I even preached their mother's funeral. I will never forget something she said to me before she died: "Mac, look out for the twins after I am gone." Sometimes people say things to you without thinking about the impact they might have and this might have been one of those. I can tell you this: I have never forgotten what she asked me to do, nor have I ever failed to be available for them when they needed me.

For some reason the words of that old, old hymn have been stirring around in my mind: I will make the darkness light before thee; what is wrong, I'll make it right before thee; all thy battles I will fight before thee; and the high places I'll bring down. When thy walkest by the way, I'll lead thee; on the fatness of the land, I'll feed thee; and a mansion in the sky, I'll deed thee; and the high places, I'll bring down.

Maybe I am just old fashioned, but those old hymns have a way of stirring faith in my soul, the kind of faith that causes me to believe that, even when life seems unfair (which is most of the time), He will make the darkness light not only before me, but also before those whom I love.

Trusting with all my heart,
Your Pastor

Report from Elder's/Deacon's Meeting

Just for the record, the deacons of GCF met last night (Monday) and had a very fruitful time. You will be interested to know that Travis Almand has agreed to invite a group from our fellowship to begin the process of determining what direction our worship should take and who will be our worship leader. I am very excited about this and look forward to what the Lord will show them. If you are asked to be a part of this group, I really hope you will participate.

Furthermore, I will be asking for a small group of you to begin the process of determining what direction we should take regarding children's ministry. As you know, we have very few children now, but we need something in place for them, as well as for the visitors who bring children. As you know, this is very important, so I am counting on you to be one of those who volunteers for this responsibility.

As you know, Annie is very precious to each of us and we really want to be able to help her as much as we can. For the present, we are sending her whatever we receive on a monthly basis (minus her medical insurance, which is roughly $262). In a few weeks, we will take another look at this situation, so please be praying that we will be able to see her through the rest of this year, as she completes her degree.

I can tell you that these men are not only committed to the well-being of GCF, but also to seeing His glory in this place. Please remember to pray for each of them, as the Holy Spirit brings them to your mind--Jim Reeves, Eddie Dailey, Travis Almand, and Ralph Whitehead (elder).

And whatever you do, please remember to pray for your pastor; he will appreciate it very much!

Blessings,
Your Pastor

"Life is Like a Mountain Railroad" (or so the song said)

When I was younger and, consequently, much more naive, I thought the journey through this life would be like a railroad; sure, it would have a few bumpy places but, all in all, it would be an incredibly, wonderful ride. I knew Jesus, and I believed that He and I would spend our time ministering to hurting people and loving every minute of it and for the most part that has been true--very true. He has blessed me in ways that I could never have imagined, even in my wildest dreams; He has given me opportunities to preach in places that only He could have arranged; He has allowed me to make memories that I will never forget (even after I am at Home); and He has allowed me to see some scenes, both physically and spiritually, that only He could have painted. I could go on and on, but suffice it to say that He has been so very good to me!

Notice that I used the phrase "for the most part" in the above paragraph; obviously, I did so with purpose and this is it: the "incredibly, wonderful, few-bumpy-places ride" has had many bumpy places--many more than I ever dreamed. Truth is much of the ride has been more like a roller coaster ride (which scare me to death) than a train ride. When I was younger, I heard folk using this phrase quite often: "He sho' do love misery!" Actually, I didn't pay it much attention then, but I have come to wonder if this shouldn't have been a Scripture verse. It seems that some Christians simply love misery and, as the old saying goes, "misery do love company!"

Now think about this for a minute: if some folk sho' do love misery and if misery do love company, then those of us who love peace and harmony, well, we got to find us a way not to get all caught up in their snare! I happen to be one of those who loves peace and harmony and the older I become, the more I love it, so you can count of this: I am going to do whatever I can to avoid the snare of those "who 'sho do love misery" and are, therefore, seeking company! I do NOT care to be in their company, thank you just the same.

As most of you know, there seems to be a new and fresh wind blowing at GCF, one that I believe will prove to go down in my repertoire of "favorites," one of those that I will treasure for the rest of my life. I have the strong sense that He is passing by and His sweet, sweet Spirit is blowing through our lives. Hopefully, I am preaching to the choir and you are just as expectant as I am, even more so; however, I offer this observation: anytime (and mean ANYTIME) He is on the verge of presenting His precious and sweet Spirit, our enemy, the one who sho' do love misery and is always seeking company, will somehow float up to the surface. So, be careful NOT to get caught up in his snare because he will surely rob you of a blessing that you do not want to miss!

I am truly looking forward to Sunday and to what He has in store for us as we continue to watch and wait for Him!

Love,
Your Pastor

Today's Service!

In my not so humble opinion, today was a great day at GCF, and I say that for several reasons, not the least of which is this: His Presence was very evident. I was blessed and encouraged by both your presence and His Presence (especially His, but don't let that offend you!). As I shared moments with many of you, it was evident that you were blessed and encouraged as well, and for that I am very thankful.

I am praying that each of you will truly be committed to this part of the Body of Christ, as we journey through this year together. If God is telling us to tarry "until" then let us tarry until; if He is telling us to do whatever--walk, leap, wait, tarry, endure, pray, fast, pray fast, or pray slowly, let us join together and do it! I really think we will be glad we did!

As special thanks to Chris and Paige for leading us in worship today; even though Chris did lose his "G" string, we were blessed and very much so! Something very special happened when they walked off the platform and left us singing a capella! I don't quite know how to describe it, other than to say that is was a very Spirit-filled moment!

Anyway, thanks so much for choosing to be present and accounted for today! I am truly thankful for each of you!

Love,
Your Pastor

The Counselor but not the prince of peace!

As you might imagine, there is a great need for Christian counselors, but let me be clear about what I mean by my use of the term "Christian counselors." You see, there are plenty of people who are Christians (or so they claim), who counsel, but their being of the Christian faith has nothing to do with how they counsel, and they make that disclaimer very clear. Of course, there are others, who lay claim to being of the Christian faith and they lay claim that their counsel is also Christian (I never have been sure how "counseling" gets saved but, who cares) but for the most part they are very, very legalistic in their approach, which (in my not-so-humble opinion) is worse than the aforementioned variety! Thankfully, there are those precious few, who really do counsel from a clear and accurate Biblical perspective, giving their clients the freedom to become the person God created them to be, regardless of the journey.

In my opinion, we have one of these aboard the ship we call "Grace Christian Fellowship!" From what I can see, his schedule stays quite full, giving him plenty opportunity to "practice" his vocation. Because I have already made the journey he is presently making (I have been down this road before), I can empathize with him rather easily. The fact is this: the kind of counseling Kevin does in the environment in which he does it, saps the very life out of the counselor. The loss of emotional energy is unbelievable!

Of course, there are problems other than the loss of emotional energy, but you would have to do what he does to understand them, so that is all I will say about that.

One of the reasons I am so thankful for Kevin is this: his being here has enabled me to remove myself (for the most part) from the counseling arena. I learned long ago that the two (pastor and counselor) simply do not mix, at least not for the long haul. You see, people (yes, even Christians) like to blame others for their problems and the pastor, who is also functioning as counselor, is an easy target. In the end, what this means is this: in the process of the pastor sincerely trying to help someone, they end up blaming him for whatever might go "wrong" and leave the church (I think I wish I had a record of how many times I have seen this happen in my own career).

My Point: I really wonder why anyone would want to wear either hat, and I cannot even imagine why anyone would want to wear both, which should tell you something about me.

Just for the record, we do what we do because He called and we answered; albeit, neither of us had any idea what we were getting into when we "answered."

Hats off to Kevin! I am willing to bet that he would appreciate a note or card of encouragement from you, that's right, from YOU! Whatever you do, do not take him for granted!

I attached his photo for easy recognition.
PS: You can left click on the picture to get a much better view.

"LEFTOVERS" AND THE HOLY SPIRIT

Hopefully, this will encourage you to begin attending LEFTOVERS on Wednesday nights; I really think it will be a blessing to you. This "testimony" from Karen Purnhagen should bless your socks right off!

Last night was a good discussion. I am in such a different place than I was a few years ago regarding the Holy Spirit. I wanted to see all the miraculous happen, I wanted to see the power of God demonstrated here and now. I have had many people tell me that I have the gift of healing and I wanted to see it in operation. I asked God why things don't happen like they did for Smith Wigglesworth, or like they happen over seas. His answer was that we couldn't handle it. Very much what Eddie Daily said last night, our pride would destroy us.

As I have drawn closer to God's love I have been less concerned about how He works in my life and those around me. Instead of wondering what God can do for me or through me, I have really tried to just know Him. As I learn more and more about grace, I love God all the more. As I am consumed by His love for me, I worry less and less about seeing His power being displayed. I am seeing it. Every day I see the miracle He has done in me. I see the miracle He has done in others.

Peter had a new boldness after his 50 days between the crucifixion and Pentecost. So much happened in those days. But, Peter did not see healings everywhere he went. His shadow even healed people, but that is not what Peter really cared about. He was in relationship with the lover of his soul like never before. The Spirit gave him the words when he answered the leaders, that could well have been his infilling anew that is mentioned.

John did not change as much as Peter. John was quiet before and after. John knew Jesus' love in a different way than the others. He was the disciple of love. He saw the miraculous. He was a son of thunder changed into the beloved. I can relate to him more. I was a son of thunder as well. The anger I had inside at life and God was indeed thunderous. The legalism fed that well. Grace was the cure. Love was the cure. Not great showy miracles. Quiet ones. To change from constant fear and anger and despair to peace of any sort and love cannot happen apart from a miracle of God at work in my life.

I still have anger and fear and despair, and will until I get rid of this limited body, but, I know peace and love and forgiveness like never before. The love that is so powerful to change a heart of stone into a heart that is soft and open is a miracle. To go from being a zombie and suicidal with rampages or impotent rage to someone who now knows joy as well as mourning is a very big miracle. To go from feeling like a freak and outcast to feeling loved and carefully handcrafted and unique is huge.

GCF has the miraculous happen regularly. I am proof. Syd is proof. Bonnie is proof. Countless others are proof. The miracles were not showy, but they happened nonetheless. Jesus had a wide range of miracles in his ministry. GCF does as well. The Spirit is alive and well here today. Just as there were those who left Jesus after being healed, and their miracle wasn't cancelled out, we will have that happen as well. It has happened. It will happen. Most importantly to me--it IS happening.

I thank God he led me to know you and hear your message and be touched by His Spirit through your words and love and prayers! I am a totally different person than I was even 1 year ago. I am more me than ever before. I am more who God created me to be than I thought possible. That is very powerful. Paul taught the cross, not miracles. Miracles followed him. Miracles follow you. I am one. And you will never convince me otherwise!!!

LEFTOVERS!

I can remember "before pavement," at least back to when most of the roads were dirt roads; in the dry, hot summer they were dusty (like the one in the picture) and I do mean dusty, but when the rains came, they changed into sticky, muddy, slippery, impossible-to-stay-between-the-ditches, good only for a horse, pig paths. The truth is when the rains came, many were simply impassable; if you were at home, you stayed at home; if you were not at home, well, you had a very difficult time getting there. All-too-often, you walked most of the way home because your vehicle couldn't manage to stay clear of the ditch and got stuck-up-to-the-axle in mud.

As you might imagine, the county spent quite a bit of tax money not only scraping these dirt roads, but also keeping the "road scrapers," as they were called back then, in good working condition, not to mention, keeping "qualified" drivers on the machines.

In many ways, studying the person of the Holy Spirit reminds me of those old dirt roads. Now, don't let that offend you, just keep reading (had it not been for the difficulties of those old dirt roads, we would not have paved roads today!).

For example, I well-remember as a young kid being scared-to-death of riding on those dirt roads, especially when they were muddy and slippery. "Running in the ditch" in the middle of the night did not rank very high on my list of ambitions, and walking the rest of the way home, was not even on the list (Please remember that cell phones were not quite in style back then, and if the local operator was asleep, the land line didn't even work.) In much the same way, I can well-remember being scared-to-death of the Holy Spirit; well, that isn't quite right because it was more the manifestations of the Holy Spirit that bothered me than the Holy Spirit Himself. Why, I have seen some things that would cause anyone to "run in the ditch," or run somewhere!

I can also remember (finally) getting to the place where things weren't quite as scary (mostly after I learned to drive) and, well if you have traveled on any of those old dirt roads you know, before long, I would get careless and find myself and my car "in the ditch." I really do not know how many times I have been "in the ditch" when it comes to my journey toward grasping the truth of the Holy Spirit but I will tell you that some of those ditches were rough--speaking in tongues; interpreting tongues; words of knowledge; words of wisdom; and healing, to mention a few.

Now a bit about ditches: ditches are necessary, if you expect to have decent dirt roads; without them the rains would wash the entire road away, not to mention that you wouldn't have anything in which to run, when the road was slippery. Why you couldn't even tell the road from a cotton field (I have witnessed this many times, when there were no ditches)! I tell you that to tell you this: were it not for the "ditches" I have encountered in my quest to know the Holy Spirit and to know His ways, I would have long ago given up the quest.

One more thing before I end this piece of literary genius: on those hot, dry Summer days, when the dirt roads were dusty, the last thing you wanted was to have someone driving in front of you. The reason should be obvious: the dust their car would create would put a Middle East dust storm to shame! This is the fact: you could not see where you were going, unless you drove right on the bumper of the car that was in front of you, thereby, avoiding its "contrail" of dust. You see, the "contrail" of religious dust that I have encountered along the way taught me this valuable lesson: If I really want to see clearly the truth regarding the Holy Spirit, I must drive right on His heels; watching from a distance will serve only to, well to blind me with religious dust!

You might be in the "ditch" right now, or you might be traveling a "muddy, slippery" road in your journey to know the Holy Spirit, but in any case remember this: it is the journey that gets you to the destination we call Home!

Traveling with fellow travelers,
Your Pastor

An RC Cola and a Moon Pie

My guess is that many of you have never enjoyed the true Southern delicacy known as anRC Cola and a Moon Pie. Even if you have enjoyed a late-model RC, or Moon Pie for that matter, neither was the the real thing; they were just better in 1956 than they are today--no doubt about it. I wish I had a nickel for everyone I have enjoyed (which was the cost back then)--boy were they good. I believe a fella could be raised up on them and do right well for himself. Of course, it would be necessary to throw in a few penny wheel crackers, along with some hoop cheese, if one would want to do really well!

My point is this: some things just cannot be improved upon, try as you might, and the hymns of the church are a good example of what I mean. As is true with the RC Cola and Moon Pie, unless you have been in a congregation of old saints, who were singing those old hymns of the church from the very heart of their souls, I cannot help you much. I can only tell you that you have missed something, something even better than the aforementioned Southern delicacy!

Why there is "Jesus Lover of My Soul" and "I Need Thee Every Hour" and "Rock of Ages Cleft for Me" and "All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name." Then there is "Amazing Grace" and "Holy, Holy, Holy" and "It Took a Miracle" and "Sweet Hour of Prayer" and "He Keeps Me Singing" and "The High Place I'll Bring Down." And let us not leave out, "In the Garden" and "A Mighty Fortress is Our God" and "The Blood Will Never Lose its Power" and "There is Power in the Blood!

I could go on and on but suffice it to say that these old hymns have stood the test of time and they will continue to stand the test of time! Why? Because they contain the theology of the true church! "My sin of the bliss of this glorious thought, my sin, not in part but the whole, is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more! Bless the Lord, bless the Lord, O my soul!" Wow and double Wow!

The next time we begin to sing one of these old hymns of the church, listen to the words and breathe them in like a breath of fresh air. It will do you more good than an RC Cola and Moon Pie could ever do.

Singing along!
Your Pastor

The Message of the Cross

If feel confident that many of you have read Charles Solomon's book, The Ins and Outs of Rejection; if not, I hope you will. At any rate, Dr. Solomon, a long-time teacher of the message of the cross (the exchanged life, as he calls it), called me today (after three previous attempts) to invite me to attend a conference in February which is being designed around finding a way to overcome the resistance that most local churches bring against the preaching and teaching of the message of the cross. In other words, he is very interested in finding ways to open doors for those of us who preach and teach this message.

I have known Chuck for nearly 30 years and can tell you that he has given his life to the propagation of this message.

Anyway, He has invited 8 pastors from around the SE to meet with him at his headquarters office in Pigeon Forge, during the week of February 19, 2007 and, thankfully, I am one of them. I share this with you because I really want you to be praying that the Holy Spirit will speak clearly to us, giving us wisdom that will make an eternal difference.

To say the least, I am very excited about this opportunity and I really need your prayers! Chuck's ministry is international (has been for many years), so who knows what might be in the making?

Blessings,
Your Pastor

Today's Service

Some pictures are simply too precious not to be shared and this is one of them. When I came to GCF in September of 1995, Ralph Whitehead was here, actively involved; in fact, I have the strong suspicion that were it not for his steadfast determination, his immeasurable generosity, and his incredible faith, the doors would have been closed and the property sold, long before I arrived. After 11+ years, Ralph and his sweet wife, Data, are still here, actively involved, steadfastly determined, immeasurably generous, and still living lives of incredible faith! To be sure, they are the "salt of the earth" and you can take that to the bank!

Now, as to today's service: I was blessed and very much so! From all outward evidence, the Holy Spirit really did manifest Himself among us and for that I am very thankful. It is my sincere prayer that He will continue to move among us, allowing us to see that for which our hearts long--the supernatural workings of the power of the living God.

Please join with me in seeking His direction concerning leadership for worship and for children's ministry. I believe that the Holy Spirit can and will raise up the proper leadership for these two areas of ministry; therefore, I am praying to that end. Please be patient as we "watch and wait!"

Thank you so much for choosing to attend this morning; your presence not only encouraged me, but it also allowed you to be the beneficiary of the incredible blessings He poured out upon us! I am looking forward to a great year with you, as we continue to seek to know Him, whom to know is eternal life.

Much love,
Your Pastor

It is Saturday and Sunday is Coming!!

The story of Peter and John being used by God to heal the lame man at the gate of the temple called "Beautiful" (Acts 3) has always intrigued me, probably because there is so much truth to be discovered in it. In an effort to whet your appetite for tomorrow's message, I want to share a morsel from that passage with you.

According to chapter 4, verse 22, this man was over 40 years old when God wrought about his healing, which means that someone had been carrying him to this gate everyday for many, many years--probably since his early teens, if not before. The reason is obvious: begging was his vocation--his way of "earning" a living. In my opinion, this probably grew very tiring for him, not to mention, very shameful. Every single day, he was carried to this gate to "ask for alms," which is a nice way to describe his not-so-nice vocation. (I am sure that someone is already thinking I am putting this beggar down but I am not, so keep reading!)

The point is this: everyday someone carried this man to this gate and carefully placed him on his mat in a very conspicuous place (for obvious reasons). Day after day he sat there in front of the Temple, holding up his cup, begging for money. For him the temple held one purpose: it was the place where crowds of people came everyday, giving him the best opportunity to succeed as a beggar, but regardless of how successful he might have been on any given day, his circumstances served only to confirm that he was a beggar. Take notice, however, because things are about to change for him.

The Holy Spirit passed by on this particular day, manifesting Himself in the lives of two ordinary people (Peter and John) and when He finished with this lame man, he was no longer merely sitting as a beggar on a mat in front of the Temple--HE WAS WALKING AND LEAPING AND PRAISING GOD!

I am praying that the Holy Spirit will pass by us tomorrow morning!

Expectantly,
Your Pastor

David Ladner Resigns His Post

One never knows what a new day might bring and this was certainly true for me today. The following is a copy of my "Surprise of the Day," at least, thus far: Hi Mac: I want to let you know I will not be attending GCF, at least on a regular basis. I'm sure I will come around when Annie visits from Washington. I've appreciated this part of the journey I've shared with you and others I've come to know and love. I wish you and all my dear friends at GCF well. God's blessings to you, David.

Of course, I responded to his email but I also wanted you to read it and to make public my sincere appreciation for David's ministry among us. I have no idea, as to why he will "no longer be attending on a regular basis," but I do trust that he will return, as often as possible, along with Melanie and the rest of the Ladner family. They will always be welcome here!

Sometimes the path of life takes some strange turns but never without His blessing and oversight! I am glad I know that!!

I want to encourage you to join me in praying for direction and wisdom, as we seek His will concerning a new worship leader. Please offer you ideas and thoughts.

Blessings,
Your Pastor

Leftovers!

In my not so humble opinion, Wednesday night's "leftovers" were quite "tasty!" In the first place, I really appreciated your being present; it meant more to me than mere words can express. To be sure, I trust that the time was well-spent for each of you. Our question was not an easy one but you did an incredible job of sharing your thoughts, ideas, and opinions! To be honest, I really do not think finding the perfect answer is nearly as important (or profitable) as is searching for it. Hopefully, we will all be like Paul and not only have enough sense to know that we have not yet "attained to it," but also enough courage to press on toward the goal. I really am trusting that you will continue pressing on with me, as we seek to know Him, whom to know is eternal life.

I thought you would be interested in this summary of our time together, that a member of the group sent to me via email: I left with some confusion (but what's new?) about soaring spiritually. I felt that some of us were describing our position in Christ, and some of us were talking about soaring emotionally. After sorting through it, I decided that the best definition I can grasp of the abundant life is walking in the Spirit, wherever He wants to take me. I definitely don't think that means I have to live like a martyr all the time, nor will I soar to the heights all the time. Life on this earth is just not that way.

Feel free to offer your summary, as I would love to hear it!

Blessings,
Your Pastor

On the Move!

The thought of moving makes me break out in hives or chicken pox or measles or something serious! Actually, moving is not the problem; the problem is getting ready to move, as in packing the stuff you want to keep and discarding the stuff you do not want to keep. This, however, brings on another problem--unpacking the stuff you wanted to keep and placing it in the "right" place in the new home.

Because I happen to be married to someone who cannot discard anything, it is difficult for me to get past the first problem, much less take on the second one. Moving is just, well it is just difficult (at least in my opinion!)

Paul could move around rather easily because he didn't have a problem discarding the stuff he didn't want; in fact, after he became a Christian, he didn't have anything left to discard, unless he wanted to discard his shoes or his underwear (which, I doubt!). I think I know why he chose "tent making" as his vocation: he always had someplace to get into and, therefore, out of the rain (although, I don't think it rained very much where he traveled).

Anyway, I said all of that, so I could say this: our own Robey deLoache has moved from one house to another (see above picture). I don't know what all she has chosen to discard, but I do know that the house she is moving into is much smaller than the one she is leaving; consequently, something in addition to Lee has to go! He didn't take up much space, anyway!

Divorce is never easy but then neither is moving!

Seriously, we all wish Robey and Lee God's very best, as they begin their new lives, journeying down separate paths. As it stands now, Robey will be continuing her journey with us, and Lee will be worshiping with another group of believers. It is my prayer that both of them soar like eagles, as they journey to Jesus!

Grace lavished,
Your Pastor

Little Darlin'

Sometimes it is just best to say what you are thinking and this is one of those times: I am concerned about how our "Annie" is going to survive, financially, this next year. As you know, she is in grad school in Seattle, where she is not only working on an advanced degree in counseling, but also working as a nanny for a couple, who live somewhere nearby. Unfortunately, the husband of the lady for whom she works was recently laid off his job. I do not, yet, know how this will affect Annie, but I cannot imagine that it will improve her financial status. Hopefully, she will be able to keep the job, but this remains to be seen, especially, long-term.

Furthermore, we are no longer able to provide her the $700 per month that we have been giving her since she started this journey because, well because it is no longer coming into our coffers. When she was here the other day, I told her that we would send whatever comes in each month and we will; however, for January, after I deducted her medical insurance premium, I was able to put just less than $100 into her account. I know she is thankful for that but I really wish it could be have been more.

Now, here is what might be perceived as a dilemma: the expenses at GCF for 2006 exceeded the income by roughly $5,000. Yes, we made it and still have a positive balance but, as you know, this cannot continue forever. Obviously, this means that our giving to GCF is very important (I will give you more information about this, hopefully, on Sunday when I give you other year-end financial info); consequently, my asking you to give, even to Annie, makes me a bit "nervous" but I am going to take the perceived risk.

In the information I will provide to you on Sunday (hopefully), I am asking you to prayerfully consider increasing the amount you are presently giving to GCF, and I am doing so for the obvious reason--"outgo" presently exceeds "income." In addition, tonight I am asking you to prayerfully consider giving even more and designate it for "Annie" so that what we are able to provide for her during this year will amaze each of us!

Just for the record: I believe in her and really want to see her finish her degree by the end of this calendar year, so she can get on with the business of pursuing her passion. I can tell you this: she loves this part of the Body of Christ, and she will fight for it, if necessary!

This I promise: you cannot out-give God!

Grace lavished,
Your Pastor

Quite a while ago, during a very special experience I had while leading a retreat, the Holy Spirit convinced me that Jesus really does love the Eucharist, and since then we have celebrated it every Sunday and Wednesday. To be sure, some were a bit skeptical at first, thinking that it would become a mere ritual--something we would do just for the sake of doing it. However, at this point, the skepticism has long-since vanished, and the Eucharist has become a very important part of our services; in fact, on more than one occasion, I have had someone tell me that celebrating the Eucharist was what motivated him/her to attend GCF on those Sundays when staying in bed was very tempting. I don't know what that says about my preaching, except that it doesn't hold a light to the Eucharist!

Anyway, this past Sunday, the Holy Spirit gave me another very powerful indication that Jesus still loves the supper. Just after our service, Douglas & Valorie Chance began bringing wine into the church, and I do not mean a little! When all was said and done, they had delivered 60 liters of wine (that would equate to 15.85 gallons of wine!)! To tell you the truth, it reminded me of the time Jesus turned water into wine--120 gallons of wine (that would equate to roughly 455 liters!). Yes, I know that He did a bit better than Douglas & Valorie, but we must remember that they ain't Jesus, which still says lots about them (I haven't noticed anyone else producing this much wine!).

Anyway, the truth is Valorie merely mentioned to a friend that we could use some wine for communion and the friend, well the friend provided wine--lots of wine! Isn't this just like Jesus? Thankfully, He has His own unique ways of placing His stamp of approval on that which blesses Him and brings Him glory!

We would all do well to remember this!

To the Supper!
Your Pastor

Looking Forward

You might not recognize the athlete in this picture because in all probability when he was in his prime, you were a mere toddler, if you "were" at all. Anyway, he was quite the athlete, so much so that his high school peers elected him "Athlete of the Year" and just for the record, the year was 1960. Don't let this basketball uniform fool you because his talents included baseball and track! I never did understand why he was never offered an athletic scholarship to some prestigious university but such is life, I suppose--you win some and you lose some, regardless of your talent.

He did go on to a private college that had intra-mural sports, and in an attempt not only to make his high school proud, but also to continue his athletic career, he attempted to make the freshman basketball team. Note that I said "attempted" because this is where his athletic career ended (for some reason they could not see his talent) and the trophy that rested in the Reynolds High School trophy case quietly disappeared. I have often wondered what happened to it but I suppose it is best to let bygones be bygone.

Isn't it "funny" how things that once consumed your life have a way of disappearing into the shadows? Back in those days, I lived and breathed basketball and baseball (track was just a necessity, I suppose) but in less than three months, (from June to September) that passion gave way to to more "noble" causes. To be the "Athlete of the Year" in a high school of 100 or so students was OK in its day, but in the big scheme of things, it really didn't amount to much. In fact, I had to check the 1960 yearbook just to be sure that I was "Athlete of the Year."

Anyway, I think Paul was thinking something like this, when he penned these words: "Brethren, I do not regard myself as having laid hold of it yet; but one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and reaching forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus" (Philippians 3:13-14). You see, in the days when he was a Pharisee, a leader of Israel, his peers gave him the title, "Mr. Israel" or better, yet, "Jew of Jews!" But you know, in less time than it takes for lightening to flash that passion gave way to another passion--a much more noble passion--the preaching of the incredible gospel! Yes, in its day, the title "Jew of Jews" was OK, but in the big scheme of things, it really didn't amount to much; in fact, in his mind it was mere dung.

My Point: Jesus has provided an incredible life for you to live--a more abundant life--but you will never live it until you let the past go and press on toward the true goal, the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.

Have a wonderful day!
Your Pastor

Today's Service!

Yes, it was a "rainy day in Georgia" but that didn't stop you from attending GCF and for that I am very thankful! Mere words could never effectively communicate to you what it means to me when you, that's right, when YOU walk through the doors of the sheep shelter known as Grace Christian Fellowship To be sure, the service today was a tremendous encouragement to me!

It is my sincere prayer that the Holy Spirit spoke clearly to you through my message. Communicating is very difficult, especially when it has to be done via the English language, even so, I am trusting that you left the service not only encouraged by His Presence, but also encouraged to live the more abundant life that Jesus has provided for you.

A note of warning: the "thief" came ONLY to steal, kill, and destroy and he is very committed to accomplishing his purpose! Then a note of encouragement: Jesus came that you might have life and have it abundantly, and He is committed to accomplishing His purpose! Thankfully, He is on our side!

In case you cannot tell from the picture, I went ahead and suited up in my new clergy vestments for 2007!

Tomorrow's Message: On Living the More Abundant Life

"The thief comes ONLY to steal, and kill, and destroy; I have come that they might have life, and might have it abundantly" (John 10:10; emphasis, added). Just for the record, these are Jesus' words and in my humble opinion, it is time for us to take them to heart.

Please notice the proverbial "two-sided coin" that is depicted in this verse: on one side, the thief comes; however, on the other side, Jesus comes, and their reasons for coming are diametrically opposed to one another. The thief comes ONLY to steal, kill, and destroy, but Jesus comes that we might have life and have it super-abundantly!

Make no mistake, the "thief" has been doing a very good job at accomplishing his purpose, as is evidenced by the fact that most Christians live as if they are either terminally ill and waiting for their last breath to come, OR as if they are already dead and waiting on the hearse to come. In either case, they are NOT enjoying the super-abundant life that Jesus came to provide for them.
MY POINT: I am tired of the "thief" stealing, killing, and destroying the super-abundant life that Jesus promised. In my opinion, it is time for us to stand up, and having done all to stand! After all, we have a life to live--an incredibly important life--and we need to begin living it!

See you in the morning!
Your Pastor

Joanie Adams

Early this morning, I went to the hospital to visit Joanie and found her sitting in a chair especially designed for those who are recovering from knee replacement surgery, and she was, obviously, not enjoying the experience (her pain level was quite elevated in spite of the pain meds). During my brief visit, she told me that she thought she would get to go home tomorrow (Saturday), and I reacted a bit because I thought that "tomorrow" was a bit premature.

Anyway, sometimes mid-afternoon, she called to tell me that she was on the way home; however, her voice let me know that she was not-at-all excited about it; in fact, she was quite upset. Going home in her condition was not-at-all what she desired, but the insurance company overruled her opinion, and made it clear that the stay was over, as of this afternoon.

Now, this is really what happened: some half-wit somebody, sitting behind a desk in Atlanta or Cincinnati or Boise, who doesn't know his/her "you know what" from his/her "you know when" sent down a notice to the hospital (based on the "guidelines" that another dim-wit, or group of dim-wits, who know nothing about Joanie OR her physical or medical condition, put together in the interest of the "bottom line" being large enough to give the "Big Wig Dim Wits" a $25 million bonus at the end of the year) that they would no longer pay Joanie's bill. The end result: out you go!! Oh yes! The other message is just as clear: send in your premiums on time or "out you go again," and by-the-way, we will increase the premiums at our discretion.

Be it Republican, Democrat, or Dingbat--somebody needs to do something about insurance companies and their blatant thievery! Stop blaming the Docs because it is not their fault. Before you place one bit of blame upon them, saddle up and see, first, if you can get into medical school and, if you should succeed, stay the course, until you get that coveted degree, Doctor of Medicine; then stay the course until you finish your internship; then stay the course until you finish your residence; then stay the course until you repay all the loans you accumulated in the process; then stay the course and attempt to practice medicine while some nit wit, who doesn't know his/her "you know what" from his/her "you know when" decides for you what is the best medicine for your patient!

Joanie, all I know to say is that I am very sorry that you have been treated so very poorly by the very company to whom have faithfully paid your premiums--on time! I might be wrong but I will bet that the CEO would hate for you to know how much money he took home last year, money that could have been used to continue your hospital stay until your DOCTOR determined that it was time to go home.

Anyway, I am encouraging this part of the Body of Christ to pray for you and, I am believing that every need you have will be met, according to His riches in glory in Christ Jesus!

Grace and peace,
Your Pastor

Wednesday Night Bible Study

Well, I think I can say this: the discussion was lively and beneficial! Now, that is my opinion, so you might want to check with the others who were present; I will even provide you with their names--Rose Olsen, Bobby Olsen, Eddie & Carolyn Dailey, JC Lewis, Syd Kiser and her sister, Marie Smith, Bonnie Coleman, Karen Purnhagen, John Akacki, and Rhonda Ennis. Don't be bashful, as I feel sure they will be happy to provide you with any details you might desire.

Hopefully, as we follow the present plan of using my weekly sermons as fodder for the Wednesday night discussions, they will continue to be lively and stimulating, so much so, that others will want to participate. I guess this does mean that I will have to manage to provide sermons that tend to breed both discussion and debate, which will be a challenge for me, as most of you know.

I visited with Joanie today and SHE IS HURTING! I am sure the present pain is normal at this point, but I am also sure that she wants it to be short-lived. Please keep her in your prayers and stop by to see her, as she will be hospitalized until Saturday or Sunday.

Anyhow, I hope that His life has manifested itself through you in a beautiful way today; after all, He has given you (and me) the incredible gift of "the more abundant life."

Life Just Keeps on Happening

This morning Joanie Adams had one knee joint completely replaced and the other repaired (via arthroscopic surgery). It is traumatic enough to have the arthroscopic surgery done on one knee but, mercy sakes, to have the other knee joint completely replaced at the same time is pushing the envelope a bit too far (at least in my opinion). Yes, I know Joanie, and I also know that she is a trooper, but how will she ever muster the courage to stand that first time? At best, her recovery will be difficult, not to mention painful, so please keep her in your prayers because prayer does matter!

It is my understanding that she will be in the hospital for four or five days, when means that she will probably go home Saturday or Sunday. If you would like to prepare a meal for them (Joanie, Larry, and Joanie's Mom), please contact Karen Purnhagen, as she is coordinating the "food brigade."

While I was waiting on Joanie to return to her room, I visited several other people, not the least of which was Rosemary Whatley, who fell this morning and fractured her hip. She is 84! Roughly a week ago, her husband, Dr. Ed Whatley, suffered a stroke and found himself in the hospital. He is 84, also. Today, they both are in the Coliseum Med Center (Macon), where he is undergoing various therapies and she is scheduled for surgery around noon tomorrow. As you might imagine, their children, none of whom live in this area, have their hands full. I tell you this because (1) they lived next door to me during most of my growing-up days, and (2) I believe prayer matters.

While I was visiting the Whatley family in the hospital today, Linda, one of the daughters, told me that her daughter's boy friend was killed in a motorcycle accident last night. As she said, "When it rains it pours!"

To continue the saga, last night my daughter, Amy, received a call from Sandra, her mother-in-law (well, not technically, anymore) telling her that she was having severe chest pains. Amy insisted that she either call 911 or have her son immediately drive her to the ER. She chose the latter, and Amy met her there. The long and short of this story is that her main coronary artery (LAD) was 98% occluded and she was on the verge of a fatal heart attack. Had she waited (according to the cardiologist), she would not be here today. Thankfully, some people do not live in the land of superstition, and, instead, take action when crisis comes!

At the same time all of this was going on, Sandra's husband, who has been in the hospital for two weeks (if not longer) developed pneumonia, which is very detrimental to his pulmonary problem, to put it mildly. He is very dependent upon oxygen therapy and will, therefore, have a very difficult time ever returning home.

At some point today, I called my brother, Bruce, who told me that the son of a friend of ours was involved last night in a auto accident somewhere along the I-75/I-16 interchange. I really do not know much about his condition but I do think he will be fine.

To complete my story: I had previously told David McLeighton (the owner of the funeral homes in Reynolds, Butler, and Roberta) that I would help him with a funeral yesterday morning, thinking that I would be back in Macon around 12:30, and Annis and I would be able to spend a lazy afternoon at home. Well, my "thinking" was off a bit! Just about the time the funeral service was to begin, David received a phone call telling him that his mother, who lives in Baxley, had just suffered a stroke and they needed him there. Well that would not have been a problem, were it not for the fact that, before he could finish telling me this, his phone rang again and he learned that someone had just died in the Med Center in Columbus. As you might imagine, he asked me if I would please embalm this body for him, and of course, I agreed to do so, which would not have been so bad (in and of itself) were it not for the fact that about the time I started that procedure, the local nursing home called and informed us that someone had just died there. So, after one funeral, and two completed embalming procedures, I arrived back in Macon around 7:00 PM.

As you can see, the past 48 hours have been filled with my dealing with the pain and suffering and loss, and trauma of others, which is emotionally and physically draining to say the least; albeit, a major portion of my calling. All I know to say is this: I am very thankful that I have been and continue to be privileged to journey with people during some of their most difficult times.

To be sure, this world is filled with hurting people and we must never forget them. We have been called to "bear one another's burdens" and I am praying that we will graciously accept the call! It is one incredible privilege!

Blessings and much love,
Your Pastor

New Year's Bash!

Someone much wiser than I said a picture is worth a thousand words, so I will let the pictures speak. You might want to keep your eyes wide open because one never can tell when others just might appear right out of the blue! We really did miss those of you who could not come but we all thought it best that we go ahead and have a good time, so we did!

Happy New Year to all!
Your Pastor