“With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right, let us strive on to finish the work we are in, to bind up the nation's wounds, to care for him who shall have borne the battle and for his widow and his orphan, to do all which may achieve and cherish a just and lasting peace among ourselves and with all nations.”
With these words, the President concluded his speech on that Saturday morning long ago. He was being sworn into office for the second time, having won a landslide election because the course of the war had turned in his country’s favor.
As the day’s ceremonies came to a close, he exited the platform and entered the inaugural reception feeling confident about the words he had delivered. But, one man’s opinion mattered to him most of all.
He had seen his friend in the gallery, listening intently to his words as they escaped into the pages of history.
…What would Fred think?
“Fred” was having some trouble making his way through security. As an invited guest of the President, he attempted to enter the reception, only to be stopped and held in custody on two different occasions.
No person of color had ever attended a presidential affair, much less at the personal invitation of the President himself. “Tell Mr. Lincoln that Fred Douglass is at the door,” he yelled to a guest.
Within a few moments, he found himself face-to-face with “Honest Abe.”
“Douglass…” said the President, “there’s no man’s opinion I value more than yours, what do you think of it?”
With many well-wishers crowding in, and many more waiting for their moment with Abraham Lincoln, Frederick Douglas felt the need to give a quick word that would somehow communicate the depth of his feeling for the speech The President had given.
“Mr. Lincoln,” he said, “It was a sacred effort.”
Fast-forward almost 141 years to find this pastor on the couch, comfy, basking in the glory of some much-needed President’s Day time off. I was watching as the true story you just heard unfolded before me, trickling down through the decades via television documentary.
I really hadn’t thought much about our Presidents this past Monday. I’d taken care of errands that had been put off. I’d tried to catch up on the tv shows that have been sitting on our DVR since before Christmas. I’d been generally, wonderfully, worthless for the day.
Then, I was caught flat-footed by this amazing encounter from our history. Frederick Douglass and Abraham Lincoln, one on one. Two of our greatest Americans, catching a quick word at a cocktail party. Two of our greatest orators and statesmen, one elbowing the other to say, “Well, did I do ok?” It’s an amazing moment to glimpse, but even more amazing was Douglass’ response.
"It was a sacred effort."
I don’t think there’s a much higher compliment any of us could ever hope for.
If something is sacred, it carries an element of the holy. It is set apart for a particular purpose, somehow giving reverence and honor to God himself.
"It was a sacred effort." If our epitaphs are one day bound up by that simple statement, how blessed we would truly be.
But what are the odds that any of us will ever give a first, much less second, inaugural address?
Not real good.
What are the odds that we will ever issue an “emancipation proclamation” or preserve the Union, or write great works of civil rights, or change the very fabric of our nation?
What does it take for something to be sacred?
Well, it doesn’t take greatness. It takes intention. It takes purpose. It takes faith.
Getting up and going to work tomorrow can be a sacred effort. Changing those diapers and making those bottles can be a sacred effort. Acts of patience and kindness for your aging parents are sacred efforts. Having that conversation, smiling at that child, boosting someone’s confidence, helping someone even just a little, all of it, is nothing less than sacred.
I am thankful for the great people who have gone before us. I am grateful for those who have led us in great and powerful ways, and for those who have become highly acclaimed and widely renowned for all that they have done.
But I’m also thankful for my childhood Sunday School teachers. I’m thankful for all the folks who were my coaches through my childhood, for my mentors, my family members, and for those who have shaped who I have been and am becoming.
I’m thankful for the folks who do their jobs, whatever they might be, with dedication and responsibility, even though no one will know their name or thank them for what they have given. I’m thankful for the infinite and sacred acts of life that are committed all around us, every single day.
“But you are a chosen race, a royal priesthood, a holy nation, God’s own people, in order that you may proclaim the mighty acts of him who called you out of darkness into his marvellous light.”
Tomorrow, let’s tell jokes. Let’s cry if we need to. Let’s help each other. Let’s pray. Let’s work. Let’s rest, and eat, and sleep and love and live the life that God calls us to, whatever it might be.
Whatever it is, we will do it for God, and so...it will be a sacred effort.
Grace + Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
Ready to pull some hamstrings and tear some rotator cuffs? That’s right, it’s softball season again!! We need all interested softball players to e-mail us at : sandi@sothumc.net a.s.a.p. so that we can begin putting together our roster and get registered in our local league. Depending on who is interested, we will be forming a men’s or co-ed team. All men and women are encouraged to play, with games beginning March 6th. Look for more info via SOTH e-mail tomorrow.
Feb 22, 2006
Feb 15, 2006
Big
Remember Tom Hanks growing up over night in the 80's movie, "Big?"
It was an awkward adjustment, to say the least. It's not easy to grow up overnight.
The same is true for churches. Rapid growth can make our heads spin, and leave us asking lots of questions, like, "hey, how big is too big, anyway?"
It was an awkward adjustment, to say the least. It's not easy to grow up overnight.
The same is true for churches. Rapid growth can make our heads spin, and leave us asking lots of questions, like, "hey, how big is too big, anyway?"
Good question. So, how big is too big…when it comes to churches?
In my years as a pastor (all the way back to 1997), I’ve from time-to-time seen good Christians furrow their brow with a worried expression and say, with total sincerity of heart, “I sure hope our church doesn’t get too big.”
I always wonder what that means.
I think it means, “I don’t want to feel like I don’t have a place here.” Or, “I don’t want to feel like nobody knows my name,” or, “I want to know everybody else’s name.” Or maybe it means, “I don’t want us to lose the stuff that makes us who we are.” Or, maybe it’s just an honest and legitimate way of saying, “change…and the unknown…scare me.”
Me too. Change, growth, the unknown…that’s scary stuff.
And besides, we all know how those “big churches” are. They’re cold. They’re shallow. They just treat people like numbers, and don’t help them make deep, life-changing connections. Right?
Mmm, maybe not. A new study, written about in today’s AJC says different. In reality, the “big churches” that surround us probably got big because somebody had a big vision for ministry, and a bunch of somebody’s got together and followed God’s call on their life to make it happen.
Churches grow because a community realizes that life changing things are happening in that place. Now, who are we to decide how many lives God might change through the things that happen in our church?
Usually, the “could we be getting too big?” question comes shortly after the first time that a long-time member walks into worship on a Sunday morning, only to have someone welcome them and ask if it’s their first time at the church.
No doubt, that’s a distasteful experience, even for the most mission and ministry-minded among us. It’s disconcerting to think that someone at your own church might not know that it’s “yours.”
Well, that’s the ironic thing about a church.
It’s not yours. Nor is it mine. It belongs to this guy named…Jesus.
The ironic thing about Jesus’ church is that when it’s fulfilling its mission the best, it can sometimes leave us the most uncertain and intimidated. We are called to “go into all the world and make disciples,” and there are just so many disciples to be made out there that we can’t possibly learn all their names.
They won’t all fit in our own small group. They’re gonna want different things than we want. They’re gonna use our stuff. They’re gonna make a mess. They’re gonna cost money. They’re gonna change the “family” dynamic.
What if “those people” take over?!
Why can’t things just stay the way they are, right?
Deep down, you know why.
There is no, “staying the same.” There is growth, and there is decline, but there is no “neutral.” It just simply doesn’t exist.
Now that’s a challenge, because I really like life just the way it is. Things are good, so why do I need to go wondering if God might have an “even better” out there around the corner?
That’s the question we all need to ask…and I believe that God will help us find the answer. If you love your church, or anything that’s good in your life, you’ve got to share it. It’s got to grow…or it will one day go away.
That’s God’s plan for the world that he’s made. And it’s a good one. May we grow together, one step at a time, one day at a time, in the way and love of Jesus Christ.
Grace & Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
Thanks to everyone from the Congregational Nurture team for a wonderful Valentine’s Day dinner last night at the church, and to our youth for the wonderful service they provided. It was a great time for everybody.
Don’t forget “Seismic Shifts,” where we’ll be studying chapters 4, 5 and 6 this Thursday night at 7pm at the church.
Also, Sunday evening at 4:00, “The Barbarian Way,” a truly wonderful book, hosted by Tim and Ellie Potate at their home.
Worship this Sunday at 8:30 and 10:00; “Turn it Over: Talents.” Our fifth installment in the series will look at all the ways we can share the gifts and abilities that God has given us.
Feb 8, 2006
Leviathan
“Stop.” The direct and serious tone of my traveling companion’s request halted my steps mid-motion. She stood staring intently at the ground before us, with laser beam focus on something that I obviously could not see. She knelt, pulling back the scattered, decomposing leaves that cover the floor of the woods surrounding our church. Scooping back last year’s pine straw, a smile began to gather as the quarry she’d spotted came slowly into view.
I watched as the shiny, silver metal of her shovel head moved beneath a tiny, fragile stalk. Six little seed heads encircled that stalk, conveying in their own way a beauty as great as that of the flowers they pointed backward toward through time.
“Adder’s Tongue Orchid!” she exclaimed with an eager, but professional excitement. To me this seemed quite the name for the dried-up shell of a plant that cowered below us. It wouldn’t even have made a satisfying crunch beneath my boot. Our other companions followed quickly, eager to see this newly-found woodland resident.
“This we should rescue,” she said, and in a moment she’d expertly removed the composted earth that surrounded the plant's hidden roots. Depositing the heavy clay hunk in a plastic grocery sack, she handed me the gift of earth and said, “plant it somewhere shady, it should bloom this summer.”
My new friends and I spent the balance of the morning combing the backside of SOTH’s property, climbing into the creek, scaling steep ridges and getting caught up in sharp greenbrier. They taught me how beautiful a sourwood can be when it’s transplanted in the right way, at the right time, in the right place. We talked about the delights of muscadine propagation and wonder of wild azaleas. I even saw some lichen harvested from an old rotten log to be used in the garden. Its deep blue-green mass, accented by delicate, flame-red highlights have earned it the name “British Soldiers.”
These representatives of the Georgia Native Plant Society had come to SOTH to spend a morning looking at the property that will be cleared this year, making way for the movement of Dorsett Shoals road that will result in a straightened, hopefully safer, intersection.
Their group is dedicated to the appreciation of our area’s native plant life, and they are particularly interested in “rescuing” plants that will soon fight a losing battle with a bulldozer blade. They will return, and when they do, we’ll be invited. As Spring arrives, the woods will come back to life and these good folks can help us move some of that life to our own backyards.
Their gift for spotting life in the midst of winter’s brown death and decay struck me as nothing short of amazing. Where I saw only naked trees (which all look the same without leaves, by the way) they saw a whole wilderness of wonderful life. Did you know that we worship every Sunday in the midst of ebony spleenwort, Christmas fern, cinnamon fern, grape fern, resurrection fern, running ground cedar, low bush blueberries, southern magnolia, wild ginger and blue eye grass? And that’s just the beginning.
I will never forget hearing one of my favorite seminary teachers, Roberta Bondi, talk about her experience of catching a rainbow trout for the very first time. She says that she was overwhelmed at the colors and engineering of the marvel that she pulled from the stream. But ultimately, it was not the fish’s beauty that gave her pause, so much as the realization of how that beauty had been hidden from human view. “God has made a rainbow trout to be incredibly beautiful,” she said, “and he didn’t do that for us. It lives its whole life away from human eyes, giving glory to God by doing what it was made to do in its own, beautiful way.”
Sometimes, we really need those moments of perspective. Every time I get to sit in the woods and find a few moments to be a part of the creation that God has made, I always find myself thinking, “wow, life is just happening out here, just like this, all the time.”
Creeks still flow, birds still fly, bugs still crawl, fish still swim, plants still grow, even when we’re not there to be their audience. God is still God, whether we’re checked in or checked out of his presence.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could check in more often? I don’t just mean by sitting with the trees, although that’s not a bad idea. What I mean is, wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could walk through an entire day of life with the focus that comes from truly knowing why we’re here.
We’ve got way more in common with that rainbow trout than we might like to think. We’re here because God delights in us. We’re here to give God glory.
…And that’s it. Really.
Do you think we human beings have it all figured out? I read a wonderful story today from the New York times about a scientific expedition that just unearthed all manner of previously undiscovered species in New Guinea. Those animals gave glory to God even before we decided what their latin names should be. Which is more marvelous – that we found them, or that we share the same Creator, the same Author of It All who delights in both people…and frogs.
Q: “Who has cut a channel for the torrents of rain, and a way for the thunderbolt, to bring rain on a land where no one lives, on the desert, which is empty of human life, to satisfy the waste and desolate land, and to make the ground put forth grass?” (Job 38:25-27)
A: God.
And if God loves the frogs, and the ferns…if God makes rain in the desert for no more reason than his deep-seated love of green grass… “will he not much more clothe you, -- you of little faith?” (Matthew 6:30).
God... We are so thankful for the tiny, dry orchids of winter, and for the promise of Spring, and the flowers that are most surely still to come.
Grace & Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
Many of you will be curious about the proposed intersection development referenced in this week's blog, and please feel free to contact us in the office if you'd like to talk about it. Also, feel free to contact the folks at the Douglas County D.O.T. who can probably give you more information. For now, we are waiting for contact from the county to begin the process of discussion as they move toward beginning work on the project. Hopefully you got to follow the link to the drawing as it's posted on the county website. As more information becomes available, it will be passed right on to the congregation.
Also, the folks from the Georgia Native Plant Society will be out this spring to do "plant rescue" operations, and we're looking forward to setting those dates very soon. Look for announcements of dates in the next few weeks -- we'll make sure to keep everyone informed.
Don't forget this week's book study on Thursday night, Seismic Shifts. It looks like we'll have lots of folks out for the first time this week, so we'll work on chapters 1-3 rather than 4-6, adding a week to the length of our study, but giving everybody a chance to catch up.
Remember the puppet ministry that was highlighted two weeks ago in worship? If you have an interest in learning to be a puppeteer for our Sunday School program, contact Beverly Stone at pleasd2bme@yahoo.com . Youth age 6th grade or higher to adults are invited to volunteer.
I watched as the shiny, silver metal of her shovel head moved beneath a tiny, fragile stalk. Six little seed heads encircled that stalk, conveying in their own way a beauty as great as that of the flowers they pointed backward toward through time.
“Adder’s Tongue Orchid!” she exclaimed with an eager, but professional excitement. To me this seemed quite the name for the dried-up shell of a plant that cowered below us. It wouldn’t even have made a satisfying crunch beneath my boot. Our other companions followed quickly, eager to see this newly-found woodland resident.
“This we should rescue,” she said, and in a moment she’d expertly removed the composted earth that surrounded the plant's hidden roots. Depositing the heavy clay hunk in a plastic grocery sack, she handed me the gift of earth and said, “plant it somewhere shady, it should bloom this summer.”
My new friends and I spent the balance of the morning combing the backside of SOTH’s property, climbing into the creek, scaling steep ridges and getting caught up in sharp greenbrier. They taught me how beautiful a sourwood can be when it’s transplanted in the right way, at the right time, in the right place. We talked about the delights of muscadine propagation and wonder of wild azaleas. I even saw some lichen harvested from an old rotten log to be used in the garden. Its deep blue-green mass, accented by delicate, flame-red highlights have earned it the name “British Soldiers.”
These representatives of the Georgia Native Plant Society had come to SOTH to spend a morning looking at the property that will be cleared this year, making way for the movement of Dorsett Shoals road that will result in a straightened, hopefully safer, intersection.
Their group is dedicated to the appreciation of our area’s native plant life, and they are particularly interested in “rescuing” plants that will soon fight a losing battle with a bulldozer blade. They will return, and when they do, we’ll be invited. As Spring arrives, the woods will come back to life and these good folks can help us move some of that life to our own backyards.
Their gift for spotting life in the midst of winter’s brown death and decay struck me as nothing short of amazing. Where I saw only naked trees (which all look the same without leaves, by the way) they saw a whole wilderness of wonderful life. Did you know that we worship every Sunday in the midst of ebony spleenwort, Christmas fern, cinnamon fern, grape fern, resurrection fern, running ground cedar, low bush blueberries, southern magnolia, wild ginger and blue eye grass? And that’s just the beginning.
I will never forget hearing one of my favorite seminary teachers, Roberta Bondi, talk about her experience of catching a rainbow trout for the very first time. She says that she was overwhelmed at the colors and engineering of the marvel that she pulled from the stream. But ultimately, it was not the fish’s beauty that gave her pause, so much as the realization of how that beauty had been hidden from human view. “God has made a rainbow trout to be incredibly beautiful,” she said, “and he didn’t do that for us. It lives its whole life away from human eyes, giving glory to God by doing what it was made to do in its own, beautiful way.”
Sometimes, we really need those moments of perspective. Every time I get to sit in the woods and find a few moments to be a part of the creation that God has made, I always find myself thinking, “wow, life is just happening out here, just like this, all the time.”
Creeks still flow, birds still fly, bugs still crawl, fish still swim, plants still grow, even when we’re not there to be their audience. God is still God, whether we’re checked in or checked out of his presence.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could check in more often? I don’t just mean by sitting with the trees, although that’s not a bad idea. What I mean is, wouldn’t it be wonderful if we could walk through an entire day of life with the focus that comes from truly knowing why we’re here.
We’ve got way more in common with that rainbow trout than we might like to think. We’re here because God delights in us. We’re here to give God glory.
…And that’s it. Really.
Do you think we human beings have it all figured out? I read a wonderful story today from the New York times about a scientific expedition that just unearthed all manner of previously undiscovered species in New Guinea. Those animals gave glory to God even before we decided what their latin names should be. Which is more marvelous – that we found them, or that we share the same Creator, the same Author of It All who delights in both people…and frogs.
Q: “Who has cut a channel for the torrents of rain, and a way for the thunderbolt, to bring rain on a land where no one lives, on the desert, which is empty of human life, to satisfy the waste and desolate land, and to make the ground put forth grass?” (Job 38:25-27)
A: God.
And if God loves the frogs, and the ferns…if God makes rain in the desert for no more reason than his deep-seated love of green grass… “will he not much more clothe you, -- you of little faith?” (Matthew 6:30).
God... We are so thankful for the tiny, dry orchids of winter, and for the promise of Spring, and the flowers that are most surely still to come.
Grace & Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
Many of you will be curious about the proposed intersection development referenced in this week's blog, and please feel free to contact us in the office if you'd like to talk about it. Also, feel free to contact the folks at the Douglas County D.O.T. who can probably give you more information. For now, we are waiting for contact from the county to begin the process of discussion as they move toward beginning work on the project. Hopefully you got to follow the link to the drawing as it's posted on the county website. As more information becomes available, it will be passed right on to the congregation.
Also, the folks from the Georgia Native Plant Society will be out this spring to do "plant rescue" operations, and we're looking forward to setting those dates very soon. Look for announcements of dates in the next few weeks -- we'll make sure to keep everyone informed.
Don't forget this week's book study on Thursday night, Seismic Shifts. It looks like we'll have lots of folks out for the first time this week, so we'll work on chapters 1-3 rather than 4-6, adding a week to the length of our study, but giving everybody a chance to catch up.
Remember the puppet ministry that was highlighted two weeks ago in worship? If you have an interest in learning to be a puppeteer for our Sunday School program, contact Beverly Stone at pleasd2bme@yahoo.com . Youth age 6th grade or higher to adults are invited to volunteer.
Feb 1, 2006
Phil
Nope, not Dr. Phil: "Punxsatawney Phil."
You know, the groundhog. Groundhog…Day.
Groundhog Day is tomorrow, and of course it’s one of the truly great holidays on our calendar.
Will he or won’t he, that is the question. Tradition has it that lots of forces in our natural world depends on whether that groundhog sees his shadow. Either we’re on the way to an early spring or doomed to six more weeks of repetitious, winter skies.
This morning has been a beautiful one. Here in Douglasville, there hasn't been a cloud in the sky and it’ll be warming up into the 60’s by this afternoon. But don’t count your buttercups just yet. Winter will be back --- and we’ll have to make another push or two before it’s time for swimming pools and baseball games.
But even knowing full-well that wintertime can’t really be over in early February no matter what ol’ Phil does, the press will gather and the world will watch that fat, furry rodent come out of its hole and scamper about with hot breath fogging up the frozen
“Phil Connors” was tired of being part of that crowd. That’s the name of the weatherman Bill Murray played in the 1993 movie named after the famous holiday. "Groundhog Day" is a great movie because it mimics so much of our everyday life experience.
You see, after Connors does his Groundhog Day weather gig, covering the groundhog for the fourth year in a row, he wakes up on February 3rd only to realize that it’s really February 2nd all over again. Morning after morning, day after day, week after week, he wakes up to repeat the same day.
The concept is a fascinating one, and Connors tries all the ways you might ever imagine, and many that you wouldn’t, to break the cycle of repetition and escape back into the routine of his “normal” life.
In the end, we learn a really great
Sometimes our lives have Groundhog-ish moments. This morning I woke up at the same time that I do every other day. I ground the beans for my 12,578th pot of coffee. I left home at the same time for my son’s same school. As he opened the door of the car to head into his class I said, “time to do it again, right?” “Yep,” he replied. We exchanged “love you dudes” and he was gone.
So what makes this day different than any other one?
Everything.
Today won’t be like any other day that I’ve ever had. There will be countless decisions, conversations, subtleties and nuances that will shape reactions, possibilities, and in turn, tomorrow’s opportunities.
The power of the compounded interest of all the gathered days of our lives is pretty awesome.
Kind of makes you want to start the whole thing with a prayer, doesn’t it? That’s a great idea --- and you can punctuate this day’s events in that same way, all the way through.
Now that the holidays are over, I can really say that I love being back in the routine of getting up, showing up, and going back home. But I can also say that the routine might make us miss the wonder, and the power of the seemingly mundane.
So, look for that big ol’ bucktoothed furball on tv tomorrow morning. Enjoy the spectacle and the silliness of his top-hat, black-tie-and-tails wearing entourage. Then have another cup of coffee, say a little prayer of thanksgiving, ask for wisdom and strength, and head out the door into the wonderful monotony of life, complete with all its twists and turns.
God is already there.
Grace + Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
We’re working hard to maximize the space that we have in our worship facility at each service, and you can trust that we’ll do everything we can to work out the best possible solutions to these wonderful problems. Our “Turn It Over” direct mail piece should begin hitting neighborhoods today and tomorrow, just slightly behind schedule, but in plenty of time to help folks catch a vision of what God might do in their lives during this new year.
SEISMIC SHIFTS BOOK STUDY:
Don’t forget that tomorrow night begins our new book study, Seismic Shifts. We’ll gather at 7pm in our worship space to take a look at little changes that can add up to a dramatically different life in Christ. The study is for six weeks, and if you miss the first one, come on in for the next! 7 pm, Thursday nights --- if you need to order a book, e-mail us: sandi@sothumc.net , and we’ll make sure that you have a copy. If you’ve already paid the $10 for your book, they’re available on the table in our worship entry space. Already, almost 30 adults are signed up!
Jan 26, 2006
Help
“Remember, you don’t have to do all this yourself.”
The words of my very wise, deeply experienced, and now retired pastor friend met me in my e-mail box this week.
We hadn’t spoken with each other in a few months, and it was good to see his name pop up on my computer screen. His first message was one of celebration and congratulations for the many wonderful (and recently well-publicized) things that have been happening in the life of our church.
I replied and listed the many, many other things that we are trying to undertake. But somewhere along the way I failed to talk about how those good things are coming through the work of congregation members who see God active and at work in their lives. Somehow I started talking about all the things that I had to do this week and all the work that I had to get done.
His reply was so simple (as real wisdom almost always is) and so powerful. “Remember, you don’t have to do all this yourself.”
True, but I don’t like to admit it. Nobody has to know that, right?
How about you?
How good are you at asking for help? Better asked, how much pain do you have to be in before you will finally admit it?
I often have to let things get way worse than they have to be. For instance, this week we launched with great zeal into what would become a nasty quagmire of my own creation.
To save us a little money, and because it would be so obviously “easy,” I ordered our “Turn It Over” direct mail postcards unprinted. The marketing company supplied an “easy” template for the back that we could print in-house. Last week I casually mentioned to Sandi, our wonderful office manager, that we would be printing a few cards very soon. Like, 2500 --- card stock --- that would need to be cut – 2500 times -- because they weren’t perforated, like I thought. Oh yeah, and the cut would have to be pretty much perfect, because the two cards, printed top and bottom of an 8.5” x 11” sheet met together at a “full bleed,” meaning that there really wasn’t any margin for error where the images touched.
But hey, we’ve got a great copier in the office. Really, we do. It’s outstanding. It’s a Canon Image Runner 3500, baby. Now that’s some horsepower.
Do you have any idea how many options there are in the properties of a really outstanding copier like a Canon Image Runner 3500, baby?
A lot.
Too many, one might say, for someone without an advanced degree in printerology. I got at least an associate’s degree this week, as did poor Sandi (“poor Sandi” should be her official name henceforth after the week I’ve put her through).
So, this morning I got to have a wonderful “give up” conversation with our local neighborhood professional printer (who just happens to be about the most dedicated SOTHer out there). I know, why didn’t I just do that in the first place? Great question.
All that I can tell you is that I hope the wasted time and heightened stress levels of this project won’t be lost on me altogether. I hope that I’ve learned a thing or two about help.
I can tell you that this morning when I walked through the doors of his shop carrying the weight of the world and the weight of 2500 beautiful, full-color, card stock, glossy postcards, the old strains of “I Surrender All” were playing in my head.
I can still hear the very old women in the little country churches I grew up in when they would sing that hymn. They would strain and stretch on the chorus, “I surrender all. I surrender all. All to thee, my blessed Savior, I surrender all.”
I guess I never really understood what all of that was about when I was a kid. Even as a child, my thoughts have always run more naturally toward achievement than “surrender.” John Wesley had the same struggle, and I am thankful that I’ve been able to study his life and learn some lessons.
Achievement for achievement’s sake is nothing but vain pride. Pride causes us to say, “no really, I’ve got it,” even when it’s obvious to everybody that whatever else is happening, we ain’t “got it.” It was when Wesley realized that Jesus had died for him, personally, and that he needed and could receive the help of a Savior that his heart became, in is words, “strangely warm,” and he was forever changed.
There was a little spiritual lesson for me this morning in acknowledging that I could not achieve our printing task on my own. But it sure felt good to know that there was someone out there with the necessary resources to get the job done. All I had to do was ask.
In a conversation about our faith this week, a good Christian friend told me, “you know, it’s all about letting go.” Truer words were never spoken.
See, here’s the thing. I’m never going to stop loving excellence. I’m just not, especially when it comes to church. I feel sure that God is a pretty excellent God.
But here’s the other thing – the more important thing. If that need for excellence is more about me than Him, we’ve got a problem. If that excellence has to look like I think it should instead of the way that God declares that it should, then I’ve somehow missed the mark. If I’m striving for some abstract goal because I’m trying to fill a personal empty place, or because I feel that it’s my “duty” or because it’s the “right” thing to do, then it will soon be obvious to all that something just isn’t right.
We should act, and strive, to be all that God calls us to be --- as a way of response. Only a realization of the wonderful help God gives us can really change our lives. His help is the best help. His help is love, redemption, grace and goodness. So remember, you don’t have to do it all yourself.
Grace and Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
Last second reminder that we’ll have a children’s ministry vision session tonight at 7 pm at the church. We hope that everybody can come out and be a part.
Our SPR Committee is delighted to announce that Kathryn Beasley will be serving as our interim Children’s Director and will begin that ministry immediately. Kathryn’s duties in the next few weeks will encompass Children’s Church, volunteer Sunday School coordination and coordination of childcare at special events. Thank you Kathryn, and know that your service to SOTH is deeply appreciated.
Job descriptions for both the Preschool Director position and the Children’s Director position will be released tomorrow and applications will be open immediately. These will be two separate positions to be filled by different people. Please submit all resumes to the SOTH office.
Jan 18, 2006
Greedy
“The time in life when your children trust you without hesitation, when they are willing to ask you anything, share with you anything, is the time of life most laden with the good stuff. It's the time you have to make the most of, to be most greedy for.”
Be “greedy for” the “good stuff,” he said. Greedy, in this case, for that time in our children’s lives when they are still young and innocent – when they lean fully into the parental relationship, trusting and dependent upon our care.
Can a Christian be greedy….for anything?
His words struck home with me because they speak so directly to the moment of parenting space my life occupies right now. Those inevitable days have not yet come when my children will look at me with expressions that fail to hide their true feelings about my hopeless lack of cool.
Right now -- today – they still greet me at the door with excitement and shouts of “Daddy’s Home!” and I have to admit, those moments are part of what “the good stuff” is made of.
Can a Christian be greedy…absolutely.
I am greedy for all of the ways that I can lay a deep foundation of relationship with my boys while the concrete is still wet. I am greedy for the trust that can be banked with high interest in these tender years because one day the “market” might surely crash.
I’m pretty sure that they’re not going to skip from age 12 to 25 -- the age when most of us regain some sense of sanity – and ironically, when our parents’ IQ’s go back up dramatically in our own estimations.
But I’m not willing to give up hope on that time of life, either. In all honesty, I’m greedy for what is to come, and greedy for all the blessings of this life that God has given me already.
Faith compels me to believe that no matter what changes I may face in my life, there is one eternal truth that will not change: God is greedy for us.
Even though our faith does not stay new and supple forever, God is greedy for every second of relationship that we will give him. Even though we will become cynical, spiritual adolescents at times in our lives, rolling our collective eyes at God, he still longs for all of his children.
No matter how much “cool” I think God lacks, God still waits for me. When I think I have all the answers myself, God still works to help me find the answers I really need.
And so, I think that I’m unabashedly greedy. I’m greedy for my kids, my wife, my friends, my church, and sometimes, hopefully more and more, I remember to be greedy for God.
Greedy means priority. If greedy means ordering our lives in such a way that those things that we say matter most actually receive the lion’s share of our energy and attention, then greedy is a good thing.
So many things in this world want our attention. The truth is that there’s only so much attention to go around.
What are you greedy for?
Psalm 103 tells us:
11For as the heavens are high above the earth,
so great is his steadfast love towards those who fear him;
12as far as the east is from the west,
so far he removes our transgressions from us.
13As a father has compassion for his children,
so the Lord has compassion for those who fear him.
14For he knows how we were made;
he remembers that we are dust.
15As for mortals, their days are like grass;
they flourish like a flower of the field;
16for the wind passes over it, and it is gone,
and its place knows it no more.
17But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting.
God’s goodness knows no ends. Neither does his greed for us, his children. May we be greedy for the good stuff. The trust we bank today – with our children…and Our Father, might just last a lifetime.
Stephen Perrine’s article concludes, “I hope that she [his daughter, now 14] takes the gambles that she needs to, in the smartest, safest ways. And I hope that she, along with her boisterous little sister, will remember that, no matter what choices she makes, there's at least one man she can always count on.”
May we have the right priorities, the right sense of God’s direction and presence in our lives, and may we always count on the Father whose love never fails. Be greedy…in a good way.
Grace and Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
New Members! Welcome to two new families that joined our church this past Sunday: Tony, Monica, Cameron and Devon Ellis-Witt and David and Diane Vaughn. We are so blessed to count these and all the families who have joined so far this month among our number.
Ready? Turn it Over. The “Turn it Over” campaign will soon hit our community as we direct mail 5,000 of our closest friends and neighbors, inviting them to “Turn Over a New Leaf” at Shepherd of the Hills in 2006. Look for the mail piece coming soon, as well as new roadside banners about our worship services. Now is a great time to invite your friends to come out and experience this new worship series at SOTH, beginning this Sunday. We’ll look at all the ways that God invites us to start fresh in Christ over each of the next 7 Sundays. Our series will culminate with a special celebration on March 5.
Thursday Night Book Study: In conjunction with our new start theme, we’ll study the book Seismic Shifts for 6 Thursday nights, beginning February 2nd. 7:00 pm each Thursday night, in the worship space. Books are available through the church office (order forms will be on your table this Sunday) for $10 each.
Tonight --- Don’t forget that our fellowship meal happens tonight, 6:30 with a short presentation to follow about Holly and Adam’s “Wesley History” trip to
Jan 11, 2006
Fuzzy
It’s fascinating to watch all the ways that different family traditions can meld together in a marriage.
Are you a Christmas morning or a Christmas Eve kind of family when it comes to opening the presents? Is it positively fundamental to your functioning that everybody sits down at one time for the family meal every night, or did you grow up in a house where things were a little more casual? We call these OYO meals at our house (On Your Own). What sports teams will you root for? There are the religious questions, like, “could a Braves fan possibly marry a Mets fan?”
Then, there are things like fuzzy dice.
Fuzzy dice made their first known appearance in my in-laws’ family when my then 16-year-old future wife got her first car. They awaited her patiently, gently swaying in the breeze, their happy fuzziness bringing life to her very first rear-view mirror. Seeing the comedy, but also mortified at the prospect of social ostracism that the teen world might offer to any fuzzy dice-bearer, she took them down -- but they wouldn’t go away that easily.
They’ve since made the rounds. When least expected, the fuzzy dice have surprised the driving experiences of her brother, father, mother, and now -- your truly.
Understand, there are rules on the fuzzy dice. First, the dice must always simply appear in the family member‘s vehicle, as if delivered by magical fuzzy-dice elves. No one should ever be caught red and fuzzy dice-handed, for such would show a true lack of dice-delivery skill.
Secondly, and perhaps even more importantly, there must be ever-increasing levels of fuzzy dice “tacky quotient.” The first dice were plain white, standard issue. Since then, there have been many variations on the concept, including a set of light-up dice that plug into the cigarette lighter (our contribution, and we’re very proud) and the latest tiger-striped, color-coordinated dice that appeared in both our vehicles this past Thanksgiving.
Holly’s dad is the current vehicle dice champ, having infiltrated our garage while the whole family visited over Turkey Day. Whilst we all slumbered in a turkey, dressing and football stupor, he was hard at work. Our gold sedan received a lovely set of dice --- black, with white dots, and gold tiger stripes. They were at once dashing and gallant, adding a sporty flair and jungle edge to our otherwise average family car.
Meanwhile, our good ol’ red Cherokee received an upgrade as well --- dice that matched its mate‘s, only the stripes on these were red instead of gold. Rule 3: never, ever let the colors on your fuzzy dice clash with your ride’s paint job. That’s just wrong.
But this year I have added a fourth rule that may change the face of fuzzy dicing in our family forever. Nobody’s ever taken this step. I’ve kept them up.
That’s right, every day your preacher drives a jeep with red, tiger-striped fuzzy dice hanging from the rear view. I know you must be proud.
I had actually taken them down for a while (I mean, that’s just what you’re supposed to do), but then when giving the jeep a post-Christmas clean up, I found them in the backseat floorboard and just found myself compelled to restore their dignity.
Here’s why: they make me happy. I read an article about happiness this week that said “research tells us” that a person’s happiness is directly related to the number and depth of significant relationships that they have in their lives.
Those dice remind me of the importance of family, the incredible importance of silliness, and that there are people out there who’ve known me for a long time, who love me, and who understand me as the guy whose name didn’t always start with “Rev.”
They remind me not to take myself too seriously, which is something that happens all too easily. In some odd, quirky, yes -- tacky way, they give me just a little bit of perspective. Perspective is priceless.
It might make more sense for a Christian to have a cross hanging from the rear-view, or maybe to build one of those flower, rosary and Mary statue mini-shrines that you sometimes see on the dashboards of cars. I’m always envious of the artistic talent of the driver, though I must admit that it seems the way something that big obscures your line of sight might actually offer more danger than protection.
I like the dice. They sort of remind me of all I don’t know -- when the dice are rolled, nobody knows how they’ll land. They remind me to take chances, follow God’s lead and know that he runs the show. They’re a little reminder of the things that don’t change no matter how random life might sometimes seem. Relationships -- family -- God -- all the good stuff.
And they’re fabulously, beautifully, ridiculous. Now that’s what I call a family tradition.
Grace & Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
Welcome to new members Kevin, Denise, Madeline and Sam Wall! They moved to Douglasville in the last several months and have decided to make SOTH their new church home. We are honored to count them among our number. Sunday was truly another great day in worship!
Worship this Week: Our worship this Sunday, at both 8:30 and 10:00 a.m. will honor the life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. His ministry is a testimony to the work that God can do when Christians feel a real depth of calling and are willing to act, no matter what the cost.
Worship Next Week: Next week, January 22, will begin our discipleship series for the new year, “Turn It Over.” We will play on the visual theme of a green leaf, vibrant and growing --- as we’re all encouraged to turn over a new leaf of faith in 2006. Look for a direct mailer to the community and for new roadside banners announcing the good news of a fresh start to all who pass by.
Wednesday Nights: Next Wednesday night, January 18th, we’ll have our community meal together, beginning at 6:30, followed by a presentation of the John Wesley sites that Adam and Holly traveled to on their trip to England with the North Georgia Conference. Yep, it’s a good ol’ fashioned travel slideshow, so everybody come on out and be a part.
Beginning on Wednesday night, February 1, we’ll begin a new book study that follows our “turn it over” theme for the new year. The book, Seismic Shifts, will be available for order beginning this Sunday. It’s all about the seemingly little, but very significant changes that we can make in our lives that draw us much deeper into our walk with God.
New Ministry Forming: SOTH is exploring how we might begin an after-school childcare program for families with middle-school children in our community. We’ll have an informational session for those who might want to get involved --- next Tuesday night, January 17th -- 7:00 PM at “The Ranch” conference room.
Our Prayers for Baby Noor: Thanks be to God for the first hurdle of surgery that Baby Noor has cleared. All reports are that the surgery was very successful and that she faired well. May our thoughts and prayers continue to support this wonderful little girl and her family. For more information on all the ways that we will continue to be in mission and outreach, go to www.lifeover.org
Are you a Christmas morning or a Christmas Eve kind of family when it comes to opening the presents? Is it positively fundamental to your functioning that everybody sits down at one time for the family meal every night, or did you grow up in a house where things were a little more casual? We call these OYO meals at our house (On Your Own). What sports teams will you root for? There are the religious questions, like, “could a Braves fan possibly marry a Mets fan?”
Then, there are things like fuzzy dice.
Fuzzy dice made their first known appearance in my in-laws’ family when my then 16-year-old future wife got her first car. They awaited her patiently, gently swaying in the breeze, their happy fuzziness bringing life to her very first rear-view mirror. Seeing the comedy, but also mortified at the prospect of social ostracism that the teen world might offer to any fuzzy dice-bearer, she took them down -- but they wouldn’t go away that easily.
They’ve since made the rounds. When least expected, the fuzzy dice have surprised the driving experiences of her brother, father, mother, and now -- your truly.
Understand, there are rules on the fuzzy dice. First, the dice must always simply appear in the family member‘s vehicle, as if delivered by magical fuzzy-dice elves. No one should ever be caught red and fuzzy dice-handed, for such would show a true lack of dice-delivery skill.
Secondly, and perhaps even more importantly, there must be ever-increasing levels of fuzzy dice “tacky quotient.” The first dice were plain white, standard issue. Since then, there have been many variations on the concept, including a set of light-up dice that plug into the cigarette lighter (our contribution, and we’re very proud) and the latest tiger-striped, color-coordinated dice that appeared in both our vehicles this past Thanksgiving.
Holly’s dad is the current vehicle dice champ, having infiltrated our garage while the whole family visited over Turkey Day. Whilst we all slumbered in a turkey, dressing and football stupor, he was hard at work. Our gold sedan received a lovely set of dice --- black, with white dots, and gold tiger stripes. They were at once dashing and gallant, adding a sporty flair and jungle edge to our otherwise average family car.
Meanwhile, our good ol’ red Cherokee received an upgrade as well --- dice that matched its mate‘s, only the stripes on these were red instead of gold. Rule 3: never, ever let the colors on your fuzzy dice clash with your ride’s paint job. That’s just wrong.
But this year I have added a fourth rule that may change the face of fuzzy dicing in our family forever. Nobody’s ever taken this step. I’ve kept them up.
That’s right, every day your preacher drives a jeep with red, tiger-striped fuzzy dice hanging from the rear view. I know you must be proud.
I had actually taken them down for a while (I mean, that’s just what you’re supposed to do), but then when giving the jeep a post-Christmas clean up, I found them in the backseat floorboard and just found myself compelled to restore their dignity.
Here’s why: they make me happy. I read an article about happiness this week that said “research tells us” that a person’s happiness is directly related to the number and depth of significant relationships that they have in their lives.
Those dice remind me of the importance of family, the incredible importance of silliness, and that there are people out there who’ve known me for a long time, who love me, and who understand me as the guy whose name didn’t always start with “Rev.”
They remind me not to take myself too seriously, which is something that happens all too easily. In some odd, quirky, yes -- tacky way, they give me just a little bit of perspective. Perspective is priceless.
It might make more sense for a Christian to have a cross hanging from the rear-view, or maybe to build one of those flower, rosary and Mary statue mini-shrines that you sometimes see on the dashboards of cars. I’m always envious of the artistic talent of the driver, though I must admit that it seems the way something that big obscures your line of sight might actually offer more danger than protection.
I like the dice. They sort of remind me of all I don’t know -- when the dice are rolled, nobody knows how they’ll land. They remind me to take chances, follow God’s lead and know that he runs the show. They’re a little reminder of the things that don’t change no matter how random life might sometimes seem. Relationships -- family -- God -- all the good stuff.
And they’re fabulously, beautifully, ridiculous. Now that’s what I call a family tradition.
Grace & Peace,
Adam
LIFE AT SOTH:
Welcome to new members Kevin, Denise, Madeline and Sam Wall! They moved to Douglasville in the last several months and have decided to make SOTH their new church home. We are honored to count them among our number. Sunday was truly another great day in worship!
Worship this Week: Our worship this Sunday, at both 8:30 and 10:00 a.m. will honor the life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. His ministry is a testimony to the work that God can do when Christians feel a real depth of calling and are willing to act, no matter what the cost.
Worship Next Week: Next week, January 22, will begin our discipleship series for the new year, “Turn It Over.” We will play on the visual theme of a green leaf, vibrant and growing --- as we’re all encouraged to turn over a new leaf of faith in 2006. Look for a direct mailer to the community and for new roadside banners announcing the good news of a fresh start to all who pass by.
Wednesday Nights: Next Wednesday night, January 18th, we’ll have our community meal together, beginning at 6:30, followed by a presentation of the John Wesley sites that Adam and Holly traveled to on their trip to England with the North Georgia Conference. Yep, it’s a good ol’ fashioned travel slideshow, so everybody come on out and be a part.
Beginning on Wednesday night, February 1, we’ll begin a new book study that follows our “turn it over” theme for the new year. The book, Seismic Shifts, will be available for order beginning this Sunday. It’s all about the seemingly little, but very significant changes that we can make in our lives that draw us much deeper into our walk with God.
New Ministry Forming: SOTH is exploring how we might begin an after-school childcare program for families with middle-school children in our community. We’ll have an informational session for those who might want to get involved --- next Tuesday night, January 17th -- 7:00 PM at “The Ranch” conference room.
Our Prayers for Baby Noor: Thanks be to God for the first hurdle of surgery that Baby Noor has cleared. All reports are that the surgery was very successful and that she faired well. May our thoughts and prayers continue to support this wonderful little girl and her family. For more information on all the ways that we will continue to be in mission and outreach, go to www.lifeover.org
Jan 4, 2006
Doves
As he was preparing the disciples for their first short-term “ministry immersion experience,” Jesus gave them this piece of advice: "Stay alert. This is hazardous work I'm assigning you. You're going to be like sheep running through a wolf pack, so don't call attention to yourselves. Be as cunning as a snake, inoffensive as a dove. Don't be naive. Some people will impugn your motives, others will smear your reputation--just because you believe in me.” (Matthew 10:16-17 from The Message)
Truly, the work he was assigning them was dangerous, in a real and physical sense. The message of God’s kingdom that he called these twelve to carry was new and different. Quite honestly, to a world that had never heard anything exactly like it before, it seemed positively subversive and dangerous. “The kingdom has come. The sick will be healed, the poor will have worth, no one should be considered untouchable.”
Folks who are crazy enough to believe that kind of message --- and then inspired to see it become a reality in the world just might have the potential to bring about some powerful change.
There is one undeniable truth about change that human beings have been able to count on throughout the millennia: somebody won’t like it. Somebody won’t like it one bit.
And so, Jesus told his disciples (in my paraphrase), “think about what you’re doing and why you do it. Sneak up on somebody and do good for them, snake-like in your movement. Maybe they won’t even know you’ve come and gone, but they will know God’s love and see the message lived. Be innocent of motive, and just live out the kingdom.”
Christ’s message was solid advice to his disciples back then, and it’s solid for us today. Jesus seems fully aware that such radical faith in action will be difficult or impossible for some in the world to understand. In some of the deepest and perhaps ugliest parts of our souls, we human beings really doubt the idea that someone might do something of value and worth for their neighbor with no motive or agenda other than love --- and that neighbor’s own personal good.
For those disciples engaged in ministry today (at least in our part of the world), that “misunderstanding” doesn’t often carry the risk of physical violence or death that it did for the earliest Christians. But risk will always be an inseparable part of what it means to follow in the footsteps of Christ. There is risk when “the kingdom” runs up against the cynicism, hurt and impulse for self-protection that we all carry.
We should expect to meet such resistance, and even see it as a pretty good sign that we’re involved in some of God’s extraordinary work when we meet it in the world. I tried to remember that when I found myself crowded into the throng waiting to see Baby Noor upon her arrival at Hartsfield-Jackson airport this past Saturday. “Wow,” a stranger said, striking up conversation, “you look at all this hype and attention and you just can’t help wondering about it.” “How do you mean?” I asked. “Well, you know, this is just exactly the type of story that’s needed right now to rally support for the war and it’s really beneficial for some people. I just don’t know how we can even know for sure that there really is a sick baby, at all. Maybe this is just a hoax to manipulate the media.”
I was, as our English cousins like to say, “gobsmacked.” I was so astounded at the implication of this person’s words, that I really just didn’t know what to say. And so, I just really didn‘t say much of anything. But now, with a few days’ time for reflection, I have found that an interesting shift in my thinking has taken place.
I am no longer astounded at this person’s audacity, deep cynicism and obvious inability to believe in the simple reality of something very good. I am instead much more convicted by how much that person and I (by all reports a religious leader who claims to give others advice and direction on their faith and relationship to God) have in common.
You see, if I wasn’t on the “inside” of this ministry experience, I might have my doubts, too. If I didn’t know that Lt. Morgan is a real person with a real heart for Christ and that Debbie Stone and so many others in our church are dedicated Christian servants, I might wonder about the reality of Baby Nora, too.
It’s possible that if this miracle had happened in another church, in another place, with other people, I might believe that it was on TV only because the “powers that be” decided that it was good for their own personal gain. I might be tempted to doubt that real good can really happen and that it can connect, through media, with so many other people in the world whose own hearts are turned toward good, and toward God, as well.
I might even justify my thinking as Christian by quoting from Matthew 10. “Be as wise as serpents,” Jesus told us, after all. I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, you know. I weep to think that I might have wrapped my cynicism up around me like a blanket and felt that I was being faithful to the call of Christ.
Being in ministry isn’t easy, and sometimes it might even be painful. We can be cynical with a sense of false safety, or wide-open and vulnerable.
Many people have asked many of us what we’ve learned from the miracle of Baby Nora’s arrival and treatment in the U.S. I can only tell you what I’ve learned: God really does drive this ship, and our job is simply to climb on board and ride it for all it’s worth. We’ll be wise, and we won’t go hanging overboard just to see what might happen. But we’ll also be innocent --- pure of motive, seeking only the message, the call and the kingdom. May God give us the strength to celebrate the wonders that we’ve seen (even when they don‘t get coverage on major media outlets), and to follow wherever we may be led.
Grace and Peace,
Adam
P.S. A special thanks to all those in the media who have covered this story with fairness and openness. Your thorough approach and dedication to the goodness at work in this story has been wonderful to see.
Special thanks to Mark Bixler of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution for his great writing and careful listening to the story of those who have experienced God at work at Shepherd of the Hills. He conveyed our deep sense of how God’s work will continue into the future and how we’ve all been transformed by this experience.
LIFE AT SOTH:
Thanks to everybody for a great day of worship this past Sunday ---- there could not have been a more powerful way to start the New Year, and we think we’ve decided to hire somebody to walk around with a fake camera every Sunday.
Our United Methodist Women will meet in our worship space this Monday, January 9th at 7pm. All women of the church are invited to come out and be a part.
United Methodist Men will meet next Tuesday for dinner, January 10 at Alpine Steakhouse , 7:30 pm for a “dutch treat” meal and fellowship. We’ll be having conversation around our vision for the group and ministry goals for the year ahead. All men in our church and community are invited to be a part of this great time together.
Our next Wednesday night community meal will be on January 18th, and you’ll be able to make your reservations at worship this Sunday. We’ll resume our regular Bible/book study and fellowship on Wednesday nights beginning February 1st.
Upcoming Worship Notes: This Sunday we’ll unveil the new logo for our church, and talk about its meaning as a symbol of Christ in our community. You’ll also have an opportunity to order the newest SOTH T-shirts. Our worship on 1/15 will honor the work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and focus on God’s commitment to equality and justice for all people. Beginning Sunday, January 22nd we’ll begin a multi-week worship focus called “Turn It Over,” all about turning over a new leaf of faith in 2006.
“Life Over Ministries” Update: Baby Nora has suddenly raised the profile of a new ministry that was forming when Jeff Morgan asked SOTH to help. “Lifeover Ministries” is the vision of several SOTH members who have felt to establish a broad-based, non-profit community outreach agency affiliated with SOTH. Lifeover is a place where Christians who feel called to service can find ways to channel that calling and serve those in need. Hurricane Relief efforts, foster family support, ministry to families with special needs children and ongoing efforts to relieve suffering for children in Iraq are all currently underway. We are actively seeking partners in this work and much is needed. If you’d like more information, or have specific gifts or resources that you can offer, please go to www.lifeover.org or e-mail info@lifeover.org
At this time, Lifeover seeks the following supplies for shipment to Iraq:
Pre-natal vitamins, Multi-Vitamins for Children, Baby Formula, Pens, Pencils
Sunglasses, Watches, Soccer balls
If you have connections to acquiring any of these items at low-cost and in mass quantity, please let us know. Also, you’ll find a donation receptacle at SOTH and we will get receptacles and posters to anyone who’d like to set them up at their churches, etc. A U.S. soldier in Iraq told us that when soldiers are able to deliver these kinds of items to Iraqis in need that, “we make a human connection, and maybe my children won’t be here in 10 years fighting the same war.” Amen. Please help however you can.
Also, although we have raised approximately $20,000 for Baby Noor, we have not really raised any startup money for Lifeover’s efforts, and this ministry is new and unfounded in our 2006 budget. Any donations will do a lot of good and are greatly appreciated. Send checks to SOTH office, or donate via the lifeover website.
Truly, the work he was assigning them was dangerous, in a real and physical sense. The message of God’s kingdom that he called these twelve to carry was new and different. Quite honestly, to a world that had never heard anything exactly like it before, it seemed positively subversive and dangerous. “The kingdom has come. The sick will be healed, the poor will have worth, no one should be considered untouchable.”
Folks who are crazy enough to believe that kind of message --- and then inspired to see it become a reality in the world just might have the potential to bring about some powerful change.
There is one undeniable truth about change that human beings have been able to count on throughout the millennia: somebody won’t like it. Somebody won’t like it one bit.
And so, Jesus told his disciples (in my paraphrase), “think about what you’re doing and why you do it. Sneak up on somebody and do good for them, snake-like in your movement. Maybe they won’t even know you’ve come and gone, but they will know God’s love and see the message lived. Be innocent of motive, and just live out the kingdom.”
Christ’s message was solid advice to his disciples back then, and it’s solid for us today. Jesus seems fully aware that such radical faith in action will be difficult or impossible for some in the world to understand. In some of the deepest and perhaps ugliest parts of our souls, we human beings really doubt the idea that someone might do something of value and worth for their neighbor with no motive or agenda other than love --- and that neighbor’s own personal good.
For those disciples engaged in ministry today (at least in our part of the world), that “misunderstanding” doesn’t often carry the risk of physical violence or death that it did for the earliest Christians. But risk will always be an inseparable part of what it means to follow in the footsteps of Christ. There is risk when “the kingdom” runs up against the cynicism, hurt and impulse for self-protection that we all carry.
We should expect to meet such resistance, and even see it as a pretty good sign that we’re involved in some of God’s extraordinary work when we meet it in the world. I tried to remember that when I found myself crowded into the throng waiting to see Baby Noor upon her arrival at Hartsfield-Jackson airport this past Saturday. “Wow,” a stranger said, striking up conversation, “you look at all this hype and attention and you just can’t help wondering about it.” “How do you mean?” I asked. “Well, you know, this is just exactly the type of story that’s needed right now to rally support for the war and it’s really beneficial for some people. I just don’t know how we can even know for sure that there really is a sick baby, at all. Maybe this is just a hoax to manipulate the media.”
I was, as our English cousins like to say, “gobsmacked.” I was so astounded at the implication of this person’s words, that I really just didn’t know what to say. And so, I just really didn‘t say much of anything. But now, with a few days’ time for reflection, I have found that an interesting shift in my thinking has taken place.
I am no longer astounded at this person’s audacity, deep cynicism and obvious inability to believe in the simple reality of something very good. I am instead much more convicted by how much that person and I (by all reports a religious leader who claims to give others advice and direction on their faith and relationship to God) have in common.
You see, if I wasn’t on the “inside” of this ministry experience, I might have my doubts, too. If I didn’t know that Lt. Morgan is a real person with a real heart for Christ and that Debbie Stone and so many others in our church are dedicated Christian servants, I might wonder about the reality of Baby Nora, too.
It’s possible that if this miracle had happened in another church, in another place, with other people, I might believe that it was on TV only because the “powers that be” decided that it was good for their own personal gain. I might be tempted to doubt that real good can really happen and that it can connect, through media, with so many other people in the world whose own hearts are turned toward good, and toward God, as well.
I might even justify my thinking as Christian by quoting from Matthew 10. “Be as wise as serpents,” Jesus told us, after all. I didn’t just fall off the turnip truck, you know. I weep to think that I might have wrapped my cynicism up around me like a blanket and felt that I was being faithful to the call of Christ.
Being in ministry isn’t easy, and sometimes it might even be painful. We can be cynical with a sense of false safety, or wide-open and vulnerable.
Many people have asked many of us what we’ve learned from the miracle of Baby Nora’s arrival and treatment in the U.S. I can only tell you what I’ve learned: God really does drive this ship, and our job is simply to climb on board and ride it for all it’s worth. We’ll be wise, and we won’t go hanging overboard just to see what might happen. But we’ll also be innocent --- pure of motive, seeking only the message, the call and the kingdom. May God give us the strength to celebrate the wonders that we’ve seen (even when they don‘t get coverage on major media outlets), and to follow wherever we may be led.
Grace and Peace,
Adam
P.S. A special thanks to all those in the media who have covered this story with fairness and openness. Your thorough approach and dedication to the goodness at work in this story has been wonderful to see.
Special thanks to Mark Bixler of the Atlanta Journal-Constitution for his great writing and careful listening to the story of those who have experienced God at work at Shepherd of the Hills. He conveyed our deep sense of how God’s work will continue into the future and how we’ve all been transformed by this experience.
LIFE AT SOTH:
Thanks to everybody for a great day of worship this past Sunday ---- there could not have been a more powerful way to start the New Year, and we think we’ve decided to hire somebody to walk around with a fake camera every Sunday.
Our United Methodist Women will meet in our worship space this Monday, January 9th at 7pm. All women of the church are invited to come out and be a part.
United Methodist Men will meet next Tuesday for dinner, January 10 at Alpine Steakhouse , 7:30 pm for a “dutch treat” meal and fellowship. We’ll be having conversation around our vision for the group and ministry goals for the year ahead. All men in our church and community are invited to be a part of this great time together.
Our next Wednesday night community meal will be on January 18th, and you’ll be able to make your reservations at worship this Sunday. We’ll resume our regular Bible/book study and fellowship on Wednesday nights beginning February 1st.
Upcoming Worship Notes: This Sunday we’ll unveil the new logo for our church, and talk about its meaning as a symbol of Christ in our community. You’ll also have an opportunity to order the newest SOTH T-shirts. Our worship on 1/15 will honor the work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and focus on God’s commitment to equality and justice for all people. Beginning Sunday, January 22nd we’ll begin a multi-week worship focus called “Turn It Over,” all about turning over a new leaf of faith in 2006.
“Life Over Ministries” Update: Baby Nora has suddenly raised the profile of a new ministry that was forming when Jeff Morgan asked SOTH to help. “Lifeover Ministries” is the vision of several SOTH members who have felt to establish a broad-based, non-profit community outreach agency affiliated with SOTH. Lifeover is a place where Christians who feel called to service can find ways to channel that calling and serve those in need. Hurricane Relief efforts, foster family support, ministry to families with special needs children and ongoing efforts to relieve suffering for children in Iraq are all currently underway. We are actively seeking partners in this work and much is needed. If you’d like more information, or have specific gifts or resources that you can offer, please go to www.lifeover.org or e-mail info@lifeover.org
At this time, Lifeover seeks the following supplies for shipment to Iraq:
Pre-natal vitamins, Multi-Vitamins for Children, Baby Formula, Pens, Pencils
Sunglasses, Watches, Soccer balls
If you have connections to acquiring any of these items at low-cost and in mass quantity, please let us know. Also, you’ll find a donation receptacle at SOTH and we will get receptacles and posters to anyone who’d like to set them up at their churches, etc. A U.S. soldier in Iraq told us that when soldiers are able to deliver these kinds of items to Iraqis in need that, “we make a human connection, and maybe my children won’t be here in 10 years fighting the same war.” Amen. Please help however you can.
Also, although we have raised approximately $20,000 for Baby Noor, we have not really raised any startup money for Lifeover’s efforts, and this ministry is new and unfounded in our 2006 budget. Any donations will do a lot of good and are greatly appreciated. Send checks to SOTH office, or donate via the lifeover website.
Dec 22, 2005
Baby Nora
You may have heard of the wonderful ministry that is taking place through the efforts of SOTH members Jeff Morgan, Debbie Stone, Kelly Smith and many, many others.
Jeff is currently in Iraq and during a mission into one of the villages, he met a very special girl who needs our help. If you haven't heard the story, follow the link to our church website, www.sothumc.net, and follow the link from the front page --- you'll see the picture of "Baby Nora" there.
You'll also find a link to an incredible front page spread on this story in today's Atlanta Journal-Constitution. If you haven't gotten the paper, check it out through the link and you'll get all the details. This story is also being picked up by CNN (look for a possible story next week) and other media outlets.
At present, we're being flooded with calls and that's exactly what we want. For now, you can help primarily by making a contribution through pay pal on the church site, or by giving at our Christmas Eve worship services, where 100% of the proceeds will go to support our efforts for Baby Nora.
Thanks for taking the time to learn about what's happening. There will be an informational meeting at SOTH on Tuesday night, December 27th at 7pm. A representative of Childspring International will be on hand with us to talk about the application process for any families interested in hosting Baby Nora and family in their home.
Thanks in advance for all the wonderful things that you do for Christ through the mininstries of SOTH UMC.
Don't Forget our special Christmas Schedule:
Saturday Night, December 24 - Christmas Eve at Shepherd of the Hills
5:30 and 7:00 pm with communion and candlelight at both services. Childcare provided for all children age 4 and under.
Christmas Morning, Sunday, December 25th - Community Brunch and Kids' Time
Come out at 10a.m. Christmas morning for a special time of worship and fellowship. We'll provide brunch, followed by a time of caroling and a special message geared toward our children with a reading of the book, The Three Trees.
New Year's Day: Sunday, January 1, 2006
One service only -- 10a.m. We'll gather together for a great start to the New Year and service in the tradition of the Wesleyan Covenant Prayer.
Jeff is currently in Iraq and during a mission into one of the villages, he met a very special girl who needs our help. If you haven't heard the story, follow the link to our church website, www.sothumc.net, and follow the link from the front page --- you'll see the picture of "Baby Nora" there.
You'll also find a link to an incredible front page spread on this story in today's Atlanta Journal-Constitution. If you haven't gotten the paper, check it out through the link and you'll get all the details. This story is also being picked up by CNN (look for a possible story next week) and other media outlets.
At present, we're being flooded with calls and that's exactly what we want. For now, you can help primarily by making a contribution through pay pal on the church site, or by giving at our Christmas Eve worship services, where 100% of the proceeds will go to support our efforts for Baby Nora.
Thanks for taking the time to learn about what's happening. There will be an informational meeting at SOTH on Tuesday night, December 27th at 7pm. A representative of Childspring International will be on hand with us to talk about the application process for any families interested in hosting Baby Nora and family in their home.
Thanks in advance for all the wonderful things that you do for Christ through the mininstries of SOTH UMC.
Don't Forget our special Christmas Schedule:
Saturday Night, December 24 - Christmas Eve at Shepherd of the Hills
5:30 and 7:00 pm with communion and candlelight at both services. Childcare provided for all children age 4 and under.
Christmas Morning, Sunday, December 25th - Community Brunch and Kids' Time
Come out at 10a.m. Christmas morning for a special time of worship and fellowship. We'll provide brunch, followed by a time of caroling and a special message geared toward our children with a reading of the book, The Three Trees.
New Year's Day: Sunday, January 1, 2006
One service only -- 10a.m. We'll gather together for a great start to the New Year and service in the tradition of the Wesleyan Covenant Prayer.
Dec 21, 2005
Simeon
Luke 2:21, 25-30(a)
After eight days had passed, it was time to circumcise the child; and he was called Jesus, the name given by the angel before he was conceived in the womb.
Now there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon; this man was righteous and devout, looking forward to the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit rested on him. It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death before he had seen the Lord’s Messiah. Guided by the Spirit, Simeon came into the temple; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him what was customary under the law, Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying, “Master, now you are dismissing your servant in peace, according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation… (NRSV)
Eight days after Jesus’ birth, Old Simeon’s dreams come true. Luke calls him “devout,” and one was has been “looking forward” for many, many years. We assume that Simeon is of an advanced age because of what’s implied in verse 26, “he would not see death before he had seen…” And then, once his faith is fulfilled in sight, Simeon seems resolved that the time of a more eternal calling has come. Master…servant…peace…word…eyes…salvation.
When Simeon is spoken of in church, it’s usually shortly after Christmas, not right before it. I suppose that certainly makes sense. Although his story, like Anna’s (keep going in Luke 2), is very powerful and compelling, I’ll admit that his story seems like a bit of a strange choice for our consideration just four days before Christmas.
I mean, Simeon is not to be found in my plastic, life-size, light-up, outdoor nativity scene. What about the Shepherds and Kings (or Magi, or Wise Men...whatever works for you) and Angels? What about Joseph and Mary and stables and cows and mangers and, “asleep on the hay?”
Christmas would not be Christmas without any of those figures. But Simeon represents something powerful and very necessary for the human heart. Simeon is hope and faith with staying power. His is not a chance encounter with the Messiah, it is a culmination and completion of a life-long faith.
Simeon gives us an incredible gift: the chance to glimpse what full-blown faith might look like if the sometimes-buried spark of belief that lies within our own hearts were to be nurtured and tended for a lifetime. Simeon shows us God’s marvelous and mysterious penchant for making himself known through the most unlikely of vessels, like tiny babies or little old men.
I met Simeon for myself in the summer of 2001. With the ink not quite dry on my just-acquired seminary degree and the shine from my brand new Emory alumni ring gleaming in the sun, I arrived on the pastoral staff at Wesley UMC as green as a fresh-cut pine.
If I am at all more seasoned today, Mr. Fred Jensen should receive credit, and he will forever have my gratitude. I’m sure that we met for the first time on a Tuesday morning, just after our Men’s Group breakfast, and it didn’t take long to know that he was a truly fascinating character and a man of deep and abiding faith.
Mr. Fred proved that big things really do come in small packages. Always the wonderful combination of dapper (quite the natty dresser) and chipper (even at 7 a.m.) the only things sharper than Mr. Fred’s shirt and bow-tie combinations were his amazing wit and voracious appetite for knowledge.
What I did not know at first was to what extent Mr. Fred planned to take me under his theological and spiritual wing. That was a very good place for a young, green preacher to be. Nearly every Tuesday morning for four years, Mr. Fred would bring me bundles of magazines and copies of articles extracted articles from his own library. Admittedly, I didn’t always see an obvious connection between some of the wide-ranging topics he wanted me to explore and my life and work as a pastor. Eventually, though, I came to understand. Mr. Fred was fascinated with everything in this amazing world that God had made and he wanted me to see the value in that kind of amazement. He knew a wonderful secret: if you want to see God, then you need to learn how to open your eyes and look…everywhere.
“You know, you’ve got to build your file,” he would always tell me, concerned that I would ever be at a loss for just the right sermon illustration on some future Sunday morning. He never failed to tell me, “if you read something good, remember that I want you to make a copy and hand it on to somebody else.” No knowledge should be lost, for it was all far too precious. Slowly, over time, he taught me that a pastor’s job, in large part, is to gather up all those God-pieces that float through the world around us and help put together the puzzle so that everybody can see the big picture. He knew and respected the mighty nature of that task. Because of Mr. Fred's witness, I do too.
We would spend time in conversation about the topic of the day, and before he left I would always receive the assurance that I was in his prayers. I know that I always was. I will always remember the warmth and earnest nature of his handshakes and hugs, and the gleam and fire of life that always shone in his eyes. That gleam remained unchanged throughout the many years of his life, even as his body aged and ultimately failed him.
Mr. Fred answered his eternal calling this week, and I sure do wish that I could talk theology with him over coffee this morning. Now that the answers to all of the questions have been found, I have to believe that Mr. Fred’s words might simply echo those of Simeon if he could give some final advice to this slightly-older preacher. Master… servant …peace … word… eyes… salvation. But I think there would be one more word, too. Look.
He leaves a wonderful wife of 55 years, an amazing family, and many, many friends. He will be dearly missed, but he would want us to look forward. That is what we will do. He would want us to look for “Emmanuel, God With Us” this Christmas, and that is what we will do, too. Incarnation happens in the most unlikely of places. 2000+ years ago it happened in a manger, in a stable, with Mary and Joseph and Shepherds and Angels, but for many years before that, God’s presence had been known through the witness of an old man who doggedly looked --- forward.
God really is with us. We only have to learn to look. May the peace of Christ be with you this season and into a wonderful 2006.
Grace and Peace,
Adam
BLOG NOTES: I want to invite everyone to use the “comments” section this week to post any words that you might have about those who have been “Simeon” or “Anna” to you in your own life. Use this space as a chance to honor those who have helped shape your faith and helped make God’s presence real and known in your own life. Thanks in advance for what you will share.
Also, note that there won’t be a blog entry next week. I’ll be traveling next Wednesday to see family and also the SOTH office will be closed, as is the tradition here during the week after Christmas. Look for a new, weekly entries to begin again on the first Wednesday in January. Thanks so much to all of you who take the time to read my ramblings, and for the ways that you have passed this site on to friends and family.
CHRISTMAS LIFE AT SOTH:
“Blue Christmas” worship, tonight at 7pm. Sometimes we can feel a sense of loss more than ever during times of holiday celebration. This meditative service will offer the hope of Christmas for all who are feeling the need for some extra encouragement this year. All are invited, and a time of fellowship and food will follow.
Christmas Eve Worship: 5:30 and 7:00 p.m. this Saturday night, December 24th. Communion and childcare for kids 4 and under at both services.
Community Christmas Brunch: Sunday morning, December 25th, 10 a.m. only. We’ll come together for a good meal and great fellowship, followed by Christmas carols, lighting the advent wreath and a Christmas message. Have a great family time together at home and then come on in to celebrate what the day is all about. Some have asked and -- yes, kids can wear their pj’s and bring a toy. Adults can only wear their pj’s if they’re the “Pink Nightmare” bunny ear ones that Ralphie had to wear in A Christmas Story. See you at Church!
After eight days had passed, it was time to circumcise the child; and he was called Jesus, the name given by the angel before he was conceived in the womb.
Now there was a man in Jerusalem whose name was Simeon; this man was righteous and devout, looking forward to the consolation of Israel, and the Holy Spirit rested on him. It had been revealed to him by the Holy Spirit that he would not see death before he had seen the Lord’s Messiah. Guided by the Spirit, Simeon came into the temple; and when the parents brought in the child Jesus, to do for him what was customary under the law, Simeon took him in his arms and praised God, saying, “Master, now you are dismissing your servant in peace, according to your word; for my eyes have seen your salvation… (NRSV)
Eight days after Jesus’ birth, Old Simeon’s dreams come true. Luke calls him “devout,” and one was has been “looking forward” for many, many years. We assume that Simeon is of an advanced age because of what’s implied in verse 26, “he would not see death before he had seen…” And then, once his faith is fulfilled in sight, Simeon seems resolved that the time of a more eternal calling has come. Master…servant…peace…word…eyes…salvation.
When Simeon is spoken of in church, it’s usually shortly after Christmas, not right before it. I suppose that certainly makes sense. Although his story, like Anna’s (keep going in Luke 2), is very powerful and compelling, I’ll admit that his story seems like a bit of a strange choice for our consideration just four days before Christmas.
I mean, Simeon is not to be found in my plastic, life-size, light-up, outdoor nativity scene. What about the Shepherds and Kings (or Magi, or Wise Men...whatever works for you) and Angels? What about Joseph and Mary and stables and cows and mangers and, “asleep on the hay?”
Christmas would not be Christmas without any of those figures. But Simeon represents something powerful and very necessary for the human heart. Simeon is hope and faith with staying power. His is not a chance encounter with the Messiah, it is a culmination and completion of a life-long faith.
Simeon gives us an incredible gift: the chance to glimpse what full-blown faith might look like if the sometimes-buried spark of belief that lies within our own hearts were to be nurtured and tended for a lifetime. Simeon shows us God’s marvelous and mysterious penchant for making himself known through the most unlikely of vessels, like tiny babies or little old men.
I met Simeon for myself in the summer of 2001. With the ink not quite dry on my just-acquired seminary degree and the shine from my brand new Emory alumni ring gleaming in the sun, I arrived on the pastoral staff at Wesley UMC as green as a fresh-cut pine.
If I am at all more seasoned today, Mr. Fred Jensen should receive credit, and he will forever have my gratitude. I’m sure that we met for the first time on a Tuesday morning, just after our Men’s Group breakfast, and it didn’t take long to know that he was a truly fascinating character and a man of deep and abiding faith.
Mr. Fred proved that big things really do come in small packages. Always the wonderful combination of dapper (quite the natty dresser) and chipper (even at 7 a.m.) the only things sharper than Mr. Fred’s shirt and bow-tie combinations were his amazing wit and voracious appetite for knowledge.
What I did not know at first was to what extent Mr. Fred planned to take me under his theological and spiritual wing. That was a very good place for a young, green preacher to be. Nearly every Tuesday morning for four years, Mr. Fred would bring me bundles of magazines and copies of articles extracted articles from his own library. Admittedly, I didn’t always see an obvious connection between some of the wide-ranging topics he wanted me to explore and my life and work as a pastor. Eventually, though, I came to understand. Mr. Fred was fascinated with everything in this amazing world that God had made and he wanted me to see the value in that kind of amazement. He knew a wonderful secret: if you want to see God, then you need to learn how to open your eyes and look…everywhere.
“You know, you’ve got to build your file,” he would always tell me, concerned that I would ever be at a loss for just the right sermon illustration on some future Sunday morning. He never failed to tell me, “if you read something good, remember that I want you to make a copy and hand it on to somebody else.” No knowledge should be lost, for it was all far too precious. Slowly, over time, he taught me that a pastor’s job, in large part, is to gather up all those God-pieces that float through the world around us and help put together the puzzle so that everybody can see the big picture. He knew and respected the mighty nature of that task. Because of Mr. Fred's witness, I do too.
We would spend time in conversation about the topic of the day, and before he left I would always receive the assurance that I was in his prayers. I know that I always was. I will always remember the warmth and earnest nature of his handshakes and hugs, and the gleam and fire of life that always shone in his eyes. That gleam remained unchanged throughout the many years of his life, even as his body aged and ultimately failed him.
Mr. Fred answered his eternal calling this week, and I sure do wish that I could talk theology with him over coffee this morning. Now that the answers to all of the questions have been found, I have to believe that Mr. Fred’s words might simply echo those of Simeon if he could give some final advice to this slightly-older preacher. Master… servant …peace … word… eyes… salvation. But I think there would be one more word, too. Look.
He leaves a wonderful wife of 55 years, an amazing family, and many, many friends. He will be dearly missed, but he would want us to look forward. That is what we will do. He would want us to look for “Emmanuel, God With Us” this Christmas, and that is what we will do, too. Incarnation happens in the most unlikely of places. 2000+ years ago it happened in a manger, in a stable, with Mary and Joseph and Shepherds and Angels, but for many years before that, God’s presence had been known through the witness of an old man who doggedly looked --- forward.
God really is with us. We only have to learn to look. May the peace of Christ be with you this season and into a wonderful 2006.
Grace and Peace,
Adam
BLOG NOTES: I want to invite everyone to use the “comments” section this week to post any words that you might have about those who have been “Simeon” or “Anna” to you in your own life. Use this space as a chance to honor those who have helped shape your faith and helped make God’s presence real and known in your own life. Thanks in advance for what you will share.
Also, note that there won’t be a blog entry next week. I’ll be traveling next Wednesday to see family and also the SOTH office will be closed, as is the tradition here during the week after Christmas. Look for a new, weekly entries to begin again on the first Wednesday in January. Thanks so much to all of you who take the time to read my ramblings, and for the ways that you have passed this site on to friends and family.
CHRISTMAS LIFE AT SOTH:
“Blue Christmas” worship, tonight at 7pm. Sometimes we can feel a sense of loss more than ever during times of holiday celebration. This meditative service will offer the hope of Christmas for all who are feeling the need for some extra encouragement this year. All are invited, and a time of fellowship and food will follow.
Christmas Eve Worship: 5:30 and 7:00 p.m. this Saturday night, December 24th. Communion and childcare for kids 4 and under at both services.
Community Christmas Brunch: Sunday morning, December 25th, 10 a.m. only. We’ll come together for a good meal and great fellowship, followed by Christmas carols, lighting the advent wreath and a Christmas message. Have a great family time together at home and then come on in to celebrate what the day is all about. Some have asked and -- yes, kids can wear their pj’s and bring a toy. Adults can only wear their pj’s if they’re the “Pink Nightmare” bunny ear ones that Ralphie had to wear in A Christmas Story. See you at Church!
Dec 14, 2005
Irony
Well, as much as I'd like to write a sweet and sentimental Christmas piece this week, that is simply not to be. This Christmas season has seen such great intensification of a certain cultural phenomenon that I find myself unable to refrain from comment. Apparently, the "happy holidays" people are a threat. A real threat. Boo!
First, let me say that the seeming absence of any collective sense of irony in our culture gives me great cause for worry and concern.
Are you all riled (or should I say O'Reilly-ed) up this year because those liberal media-types have continued in their plot to take the "Christ" out of "Christmas?" Like any good Christian, are you boycotting evil retailers who dare to say, "Happy Holidays," instead of "Merry Christmas?"
Have we lost our collective sense of irony? (By the way, the above paragraph really doesn't represent an example of irony nearly so much as sarcasm).
Fox News Channel pundit and self-proclaimed savior of Christmas, Bill O'Reilly, says that his viewers' boycots of Sears, Target and other "Happy Holidays" stores (they don't say "Merry Christmas" to shoppers) have been important and successful because, "this is about respect."
In literature, "irony" occurs when a character says or does one thing but intends the opposite. It is a deliberate gap between the language used and that which is being discussed.
For instance, "this is about respect," might really mean, "everyone must do it my way or they are terrible people who obviously don't respect me and all those who agree with me." Or something like that. See? ...Irony.
It's ironic that the people who get most angry whenever minorities or women find any offense should get so hot under the collar about a simple seasonal greeting. Which reminds me, "it's all about respect" can also mean, "I can get mad anytime I want to but you can't."
It's also ironic to claim that your call to action has restored the "Christ" in Christmas when what it's really done (as have all those who've supported it) is to reinforce the cultural tie between the celebration of Jesus' birth and excessive consumption and materialism.
It's ironic that much of Bill O'Reilly's success, and that of his "Say-Merry-Christmas-or Else" movement has been rightly or wrongly attributed to Christians. Non-believers must think we Christians look pretty foolish lining up behind an angry tv personality who rants for ratings. In the meantime, they're left to their own conclusions as to who Jesus might be and why he might matter.
How can I possibly care whether the cashier at Target tells me "Merry Christmas," or "Happy Holidays" when I should be so much more concerned about whether that person has Jesus in his or her heart? Would it be ok for me to acknowledge that not everyone in the world is a follower of Christ and that a forced act of cultural obedience is not the same as faith?
What if Christians were less easily moved to boycott and more easily moved to serve? What if we lived in this world in such a way that the culture really was transformed? What if greed could be turned into generosity and sin gave way to redemption?
I know, I know, what if it rained gumdrops and little fairy princesses flew out of my nose? It's so much easier to be cynical than faithful, to be righteously indignant than soft-hearted and humble. Believe me, I know.
My fear is that we've lost our sense of irony, and that now we're particularly vulnerable to the lure of hollow "victories" that make the culture look a little more Christian while keeping Jesus' disciples cooped up in false safe-houses of our make-believe power.
Here's what I know about Christmas: The all-powerful God loved us so much that he was born among us, becoming dependent upon his frightened, impoverished parents. He was laid in a manger, surrounded by a barnyard scene and must have been viewed as insignificant by almost all who passed by. That baby grew up, and the Creator-of-it-all spent long days working at a humble carpenter's bench. His love was never made more real than when he hung upon a criminal's cross, broken and bleeding. My sins, yours, and the world's, have been redeemed.
That's the message we carry. That's God's kind of irony. That's not for sale this Christmas, but it's the greatest gift that there will ever be. Now that's something to get riled up about.
Grace and Peace,
Adam
CHRISTMAS LIFE AT SOTH:
December 18, 2005
Regular Sunday schedule, with services at 8:30 and 10:00 a.m.
December 21, 2005
"The Longest Night," a Service of Christmas Hope
Our upcoming service of hope for all who mourn or struggle during the holidays was covered in today's Douglas Neighbor. Psalms, readings, a short sermon and special music will impart a message of hope in "God With Us." All are welcome to worship, and to a time of fellowship following.
December 24, 2005
Christmas Eve worship with communion at both services, 5:30 and 7:00 pm.
December 25, 2005
Sunday morning worship at 10:00 a.m. only, although it will be a special "community brunch" service with lots of food and fellowship, along with music and a short devotional. Everyone is invited, and please bring visiting friends and family.
Merry Christmas from Shepherd of the Hills United Methodist Church!
First, let me say that the seeming absence of any collective sense of irony in our culture gives me great cause for worry and concern.
Are you all riled (or should I say O'Reilly-ed) up this year because those liberal media-types have continued in their plot to take the "Christ" out of "Christmas?" Like any good Christian, are you boycotting evil retailers who dare to say, "Happy Holidays," instead of "Merry Christmas?"
Have we lost our collective sense of irony? (By the way, the above paragraph really doesn't represent an example of irony nearly so much as sarcasm).
Fox News Channel pundit and self-proclaimed savior of Christmas, Bill O'Reilly, says that his viewers' boycots of Sears, Target and other "Happy Holidays" stores (they don't say "Merry Christmas" to shoppers) have been important and successful because, "this is about respect."
In literature, "irony" occurs when a character says or does one thing but intends the opposite. It is a deliberate gap between the language used and that which is being discussed.
For instance, "this is about respect," might really mean, "everyone must do it my way or they are terrible people who obviously don't respect me and all those who agree with me." Or something like that. See? ...Irony.
It's ironic that the people who get most angry whenever minorities or women find any offense should get so hot under the collar about a simple seasonal greeting. Which reminds me, "it's all about respect" can also mean, "I can get mad anytime I want to but you can't."
It's also ironic to claim that your call to action has restored the "Christ" in Christmas when what it's really done (as have all those who've supported it) is to reinforce the cultural tie between the celebration of Jesus' birth and excessive consumption and materialism.
It's ironic that much of Bill O'Reilly's success, and that of his "Say-Merry-Christmas-or Else" movement has been rightly or wrongly attributed to Christians. Non-believers must think we Christians look pretty foolish lining up behind an angry tv personality who rants for ratings. In the meantime, they're left to their own conclusions as to who Jesus might be and why he might matter.
How can I possibly care whether the cashier at Target tells me "Merry Christmas," or "Happy Holidays" when I should be so much more concerned about whether that person has Jesus in his or her heart? Would it be ok for me to acknowledge that not everyone in the world is a follower of Christ and that a forced act of cultural obedience is not the same as faith?
What if Christians were less easily moved to boycott and more easily moved to serve? What if we lived in this world in such a way that the culture really was transformed? What if greed could be turned into generosity and sin gave way to redemption?
I know, I know, what if it rained gumdrops and little fairy princesses flew out of my nose? It's so much easier to be cynical than faithful, to be righteously indignant than soft-hearted and humble. Believe me, I know.
My fear is that we've lost our sense of irony, and that now we're particularly vulnerable to the lure of hollow "victories" that make the culture look a little more Christian while keeping Jesus' disciples cooped up in false safe-houses of our make-believe power.
Here's what I know about Christmas: The all-powerful God loved us so much that he was born among us, becoming dependent upon his frightened, impoverished parents. He was laid in a manger, surrounded by a barnyard scene and must have been viewed as insignificant by almost all who passed by. That baby grew up, and the Creator-of-it-all spent long days working at a humble carpenter's bench. His love was never made more real than when he hung upon a criminal's cross, broken and bleeding. My sins, yours, and the world's, have been redeemed.
That's the message we carry. That's God's kind of irony. That's not for sale this Christmas, but it's the greatest gift that there will ever be. Now that's something to get riled up about.
Grace and Peace,
Adam
CHRISTMAS LIFE AT SOTH:
December 18, 2005
Regular Sunday schedule, with services at 8:30 and 10:00 a.m.
December 21, 2005
"The Longest Night," a Service of Christmas Hope
Our upcoming service of hope for all who mourn or struggle during the holidays was covered in today's Douglas Neighbor. Psalms, readings, a short sermon and special music will impart a message of hope in "God With Us." All are welcome to worship, and to a time of fellowship following.
December 24, 2005
Christmas Eve worship with communion at both services, 5:30 and 7:00 pm.
December 25, 2005
Sunday morning worship at 10:00 a.m. only, although it will be a special "community brunch" service with lots of food and fellowship, along with music and a short devotional. Everyone is invited, and please bring visiting friends and family.
Merry Christmas from Shepherd of the Hills United Methodist Church!
Dec 7, 2005
The "Old Rectory" in Epworth. This is the restored rectory that Samuel Wesley had built at a cost to the parish of $800,000 in today's money. The people of Epworth had burned the first house out from under the Wesleys because of Samuel's extreme unpopularity. John Wesley almost died as a child in the fire.
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It is “Blog Day,” Wednesday, and I thought I’d take the opportunity this week to finish what we started from
Truly, the things that we saw on the trip were wonderful, as were the English people. We saw so many of the important places for the Wesleys, and I feel like my understanding of them and of the early days of Methodism has increased tenfold.
Our trip to Epworth was very powerful. We worshipped at Wesley Memorial, a British Methodist church built in Wesley’s hometown after his death. This is close to “ground zero” for Methodist worship, and we took communion around a table from which John and Charles Wesley had served many times. The table was somehow inherited from
We were treated to a visit at
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From there we traveled to
Finally, we also saw the Oxford Cathedral at
Truly, the trip was incredible and I can’t wait to put together a little more formal presentation for all who want to know more about our English heritage and connection to the Wesleys. That knowledge can help us understand so much more about our roots, and about where we should take Methodism in this new century. As John Wesley said, “The best of all is, God is with us.” Surely this is true. Holly and I are so grateful that we know God’s presence through your faithful witness. Thanks to you all for your support of us in our travels and to Max Vincent and Keith Windmiller for their pastoral support and help. We are classically “jet-lagged” having woken up this morning at 2:30 a.m. feeling for all the world like it was time to eat breakfast and get going. We’ll catch up soon and be as good as new. I plan to be in and out of the office tomorrow but will be taking the rest of today to straighten out on sleep and spend some much-needed time with our boys.
Adam
"Father, Forgive"
(ORIGINALLY WRITTEN 12/3; POSTED FROM U.S. 12/7/05)Good morning SOTH family! As I write from our hotel this Saturday morning at 6:00 AM, most of you have just settled down for a good night’s sleep.
Yesterday we toured around
Yesterday afternoon we saw Coventry Cathedral, and for me, this has been a true highlight of the trip.
The Cathedral is now a testimony to the power of forgiveness and the power of God at work among his people. The morning after the bombing, two beams from the massive roof had fallen in the shape of a cross. A local wired them together and propped them in the place where the high altar had stood. That cross was preserved and remained in place until it was lost to vandals in the 1970’s. Today a replica remains, with the inscription behind it, “Father, Forgive.” The ruins of the ancient cathedral are now joined to a space that is the greatest example of modern church architecture that we have in the world today.
The rebuilt cathedral mixes ancient symbols with modern art and technology in powerful ways. Built in the 1960’s, the modern cathedral is a place that immediately inspires a sense of awe and God’s presence. I met a wonderful lady there was has volunteered at the cathedral throughout her life. She is now in her middle 70’s, and she took Holly and me aside and gave us the “real” tour. It was an amazing thing to talk to her about the cathedral, about the people who lived in
Today we are off to
Tomorrow we will worship at the
Have a wonderful day in worship tomorrow and know that we miss you all. Keep us in your prayers! We fly back to
Peace –
Adam
Nov 30, 2005
Gloucester
Gloucester Cathedral and the baptismal font where George Whitefield was christened, St. Mary's de Crypt.
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