Showing posts with label Humility. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Humility. Show all posts

Monday, July 6, 2020

How Long?

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How Long?

How long must we wear these chains and mute the songs of our hearts? Songs meant for praise and love and meant to extol the Kingdom of God. Our hearts are breaking for our neighbors and for a broken world consumed by a focus on self.

Turn our heats to you, Lord. Let us go to our knees in humility rather than stomping in protest. Let us cry out for your Kingdom coming. Who can stop it? And who can stop praises from entering your throne room? None. There are none that can do this. Our hearts pour out worship in spirit and truth and we are those you seek and call to yourself.

I heard it in the quiet of Your sanctuary.

I was free not to sing.

I tell you that I found a deep well of untapped love and adoration for our King dammed up for the need to sound out words and notes in precise and harmonic ways. When that need for the mechanics of song was broken by the command not to sing, worship gushed forth and broke chains. The logjam has moved downstream. Lord, let the force of your rushing waters take it down to the ocean and leave me free.

The Lord was good to me, he broke through my reticence and allowed me to move, clap, raise my hands in praise, and punch out emphasis to the prayers and worship during the service. I felt liberated, likely more so than I have in the years since returning to my home church.

I am thankful. It is not too much to ask that the fires to remain hot and that our ardor continue for the King.

In His grip,

jerry

Thursday, July 5, 2018

Full of the Spirit and Wisdom



Acts 6: 1-7a –
“1In those days when the number of disciples was increasing, the Grecian Jews among them complained against the Hebraic Jews because their widows were being overlooked in the daily distribution of food. 2So the Twelve gathered all the disciples together and said, ‘It would not be right for us to neglect the ministry of the word of God in order to wait on tables. 3Brothers, choose seven men from among you who are known to be full of the Spirit and wisdom. We will turn this responsibility over to them and 4will give our attention to prayer and the ministry of the word.’
5This proposal pleased the whole group. They chose Stephen, a man full of faith and of the Holy Spirit; also Philip, Procorus, Nicanor, Timon, Parmenas, and Nicolas from Antioch, a convert to Judaism. 6They presented these men to the apostles, who prayed and laid their hands on them.
7aSo the word of God spread.” (NIV)

The ministry of the deacon and deaconess are the nearest thing to New Testament ministries we have in our church. I know these people to be full of the Spirit and wisdom and possessed of a determination to meet the needs of the people of the church and community.

Deacons hold the keys to the church. Notice verse 7a from the Acts 6 quote, ‘So the word of God spread.’ The apostles prayed and laid hands on the deacons and the word spread. The inference here is that the apostles had the time to devote to the word of God. The deacons opened the door for the word of God by their service and keeping the people in the hands of a caring ministry.

Romans 16:1 & 2 –
“1I commend to you our sister Phoebe, a deacon of the church in Cenchreae. 2I ask you to receive her in the Lord in a way worthy of his people and to give her any help she may need from you, for she has been the benefactor of many people, including me.”

I have considered writing a post on the Deacons’ ministry on an off since I began writing Calvary’s Thread. Upon reading a letter from my friend Kerry in our monthly church newsletter I find that I need to write this. She has inspired me to share thoughts on the office of Deacon and the people ordained to it. Her letter is thoughtful and open and reveals the heart of the deaconess/deacon. She states in regards to the deacons, “They are the face, hands and feet of God here in our church and our neighborhood.” A deaconess herself, Kerry writes of her personal need and the deacons’ who rallied around her and then, in the midst of that great need, offers herself in service to others. This is the true heart of a deacon.

I serve the church as an elder and have taught and lead in several niches in the church. I am in awe of our deacons and admire them and their seeming tirelessness. They need our prayers and deserve them so that they can be refreshed while serving to be refilled with the Spirit as they pray and wait on God. Each time they serve a person in need they serve Jesus himself. We need to pray for growth in wisdom and discernment so they are directed to people in need, both great and small. I hope they see Jesus in every person they serve a meal to or help in times of trouble.

It is relatively simple to find reference to deacons by name and deed in the New Testament. Philip and Steven set the bar high in Acts. Phoebe is named as a deaconess and her excellent service is praised by Paul in Romans. As important an office as elder is, it is difficult to find accounts of elders’ exploits for the Gospel. I have found references to elders named in salutations and references to elders being given instructions by apostles but not much in the way of specific actions. Both Peter and John refer to themselves as ‘fellow’ elders so perhaps we can confer great words and deeds upon the office of elder in that way.

The ministry of the elder is given over time and at a pace to provide a deep foundation. The ministry of the deacon is immediate and impactful in ways that open doors and bring spiritual healing and an openness to the elders’ instruction and leadership.

Paul speaks of deacons and he tells us to recognize them. I go on to say we need to aid them when they ask it of us and pray for them always.

I Corinthians 16: 15-18 – 15“You know that the household of Stephanas were the first converts in Achaia, and they have devoted themselves to the service of the saints. I urge you, brothers, 16to submit to such as these and to everyone who joins in the work, and labors at it. 17I was glad when Stephanas, Fortunatus, and Achaicus arrived, because they have supplied what was lacking from you. 18For they refreshed my spirit and yours also. Such men deserve recognition.”

In His grip,

jerry

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Pieces of Eight - An LCPC Men's Group Review

photo credit to Geoff - thanks
Eight of us gathered this morning about the two long tables fashioned in what passes as square. Each brings his unique self to the tables early Wednesday mornings to pray, sing songs of worship and praise, and study God’s word. (Question – had I not corrected myself and left ‘work’ for ‘word’ would there have been much difference?) These men are God’s gift to me as are the others who come as they are able. Doug is there with his acoustic guitar and leads our singing of blessedly unrehearsed praise. Our only requirement when we sing is to open our hearts when we open our mouths to sing. Next to him sits Geoff with his handsome fretless bass guitar hooked to a small amp we keep in the closet, I love his style and appreciate the photo record he keeps.

Moving on, we have Ron who more often than not is the third man through the door and thereby destined to offer the opening prayer. If you thought of us as a sports broadcast team Ron would be the color commentator. We all have our stories and opine at times but Ron is not shy to point out something significant out as our morning moves along. He enriches us. There is John, a significant contributor to our tool chest of care and concern for others. He keeps a watchful eye on those around him to lend support as needed. Oh, and he brings the donuts; would we be a men’s meeting without them? 

That puts us to Jim to my right, a personal joy to me. Not only has he lent is sons and wife to Missions Arizona, he stood with me and backed me up with the rummage sale. Jim brings a balance to the table fare with wood (nut-based breakfast bars) and fruit, this morning citrus. Next to Jim is Jim, generally first or second through the door and pushing a coffee cart in front of him. I’ve written of him before, he inspires me with his quiet devotion to God’s word and his people.

This brings us to the other side of the table and facing the door. Phil is our leader and first or second through the door with Jim. I know that each of us there could take the lead if called upon and do on occasions when Phil is taken out of town. He sits facing the door to welcome each man as they walk in. Next to him is a white-board with our agenda for the morning penned in. Thankfully it’s a white board and things can be added or moved around as needed or scratched altogether if a more pressing need comes in with one or another of the men. I appreciate Phil’s leadership and his willingness to guide us. I love the opportunity to come in and sing and read and pray without the worry of leadership.

I know I’m likely to take some flak for talking about each man but, and I’ll use the PG term, tough luck. I’ve sat in similar groups with my best friend Jim and my dad and am thankful they’ve played a similar role their lives. The common thread with these groups are they are full of men who care for each other and love God and His word.

Peace men.

In His grip,


jerry

PS: We are currently reading through One Perfect Life - The Complete Story of the Lord Jesus. I had started out to look at this morning's passage and just got going about these guys. I think Jesus understands but I better make up for in the next couple of days.

Friday, April 14, 2017

Dear Doris

Dear Doris,

I hadn’t thought about sitting down and writing you this letter until our friend Ashley Pollock shared her first ‘Doris’ moment during last night’s Maundy Thursday service. The congregation’s sense of awe and reverent anticipation of our Lord’s pathway to the cross on our behalf was heightened by our losing you just the afternoon before. Ashley spoke of Christ’s loneliness the night he was betrayed and to end her sermon she shared her personal story of the long day she spent coming to LCPC from New York for her interview for the open Children’s Ministry Director position. Ashley told us how after flying into San Diego from NYC for a quick visit with her mother she drove to La Crescenta, a place she’d never of. Feeling lost and alone, she ended up in Santa Monica instead and arrived at the church hours late for the interview.

When Ashley drove up to the church she was greeted with people waving frantically to welcome and guide her to the right place. You might like this – I pictured people on a desert island running and jumping and waving at a passing ship to come and rescue them. It works doesn’t it? After all, we were in deep need of rescue for our children. If memory serves me right here, you were chair of the personnel committee at the time. In any case, Ashley hadn’t quite dropped your name on us during her remembrance as she related how at the end of the interview someone looked at her and said that it was so late that Ashley really should come and stay at her house for the night, an act of gracious kindness to Ashley, a stranger to us all at the time.

I’m sure you heard it when Ashley let us know that it was you who offered her a home to stay in for the night. The congregation let out a deep sigh of recognition because, of course, kindness and generosity are hallmarks of the Doris Keiter we know and love. It seems the Holy Spirit was working overtime on all our behalf and it is no mystery to us why you were chosen to represent our church at this critical juncture in the life of La Crescenta Presbyterian Church. I won’t go into a laundry list of things that were launched as a result of your actions, that’s not the purpose of my open letter to you. Let me just say that the list is impressive.

We will be hearing many stories of you, your kindness, and what I can only put as your spunkiness or your passion for all things related to God’s Kingdom. I hope that my sharing of recollections and thoughts spurs others to share and recollect and take joy in your arrival home with your dear Lord Jesus. Maybe they’ll even use the venues where I release this letter to our friends to share their own thoughts.

I’ve been sharing with folks over the last couple of days how you were among those who were my youth advisors when I was in our MOKEs group, the High School Church group as it was aptly known back then. A whole bunch of my past advisors came and sat at the Lord’s Table with Marcia Randis and me for Communion last night – a generation of servants who’ve left their mark on another generation or two of believers.

One or two stories remain at the surface of my memories and the one I choose to most represent your ministry to us was our Easter Week service trip to Escondito where we stayed at a local church and went out to one of the nearby Indian Reservations to work on a poor family’s home. We painted and cleaned and dug a pit for a future septic tank as well. Our adult leaders where you and Dr. Robert Rumer and I’m sure another adult although I can’t remember who. It’s possible that it was only the two of you because, as a seventeen year old senior in high school, I drove a VW van full of kids down south and from the church to the reservation. Imagine trying to get that through Session these days. I am sure that your daughter Linda was with us as well as Eugene Winfield, the young man who would turn out to be your son-in-law. I have clear memories of my best friend Jim McClelland being there along with Robert Reardon and my then girlfriend Marianne Carrington.

How you put up with us, guided us, laughed at and with us, and loved the dickens out of us is a testament to the power and depth of God’s Spirit in your life. I won’t be going on much longer with this but I’d like to simply thank you for all of that and for hanging around and being there when Cindy and I returned to LCPC. You were a wonderful support for me as I continued in youth ministry here and then as an elder in the church. You are awesome. Thanks.

I know we’ll hear about some of these things during the time our church, along with your family, grieve over our loss, celebrate your life with us, and rejoice as you’ve been greeted by Jesus and given a resurrected body, free of pain and infirmity. Thank God for that. However, I also want to thank you for the children you and Bob have so lovingly raised. They teach and care for children, preach and love God’s sheep, all with the same fervent kindness you demonstrated all their lives. The legacy of your and Bob’s ministry on earth is very nicely represented in your kids and their kids.

You’ve done well little sister. I know that on Wednesday you heard the words, “Welcome, good and faithful servant.”

Good Lord, I’m going to miss you.

In His grip,
   

Jerry White

PS – The background photo on the computer I used to write my letter to you is a photograph that I still can’t believe I took while in Ireland last summer. It’s of a dirt road through the greenest of fields leading to hills gently shadowed by clouds broken by blue sky. I have no trouble picturing your final walk along such a road as you went on to a heaven not so different from what is pictured.


Tuesday, January 26, 2016

The Dark Roots of Entitlement

I need to preface this post, or my ramblings on entitlement, with a disclaimer of sorts. I’m an old telephone man, one who failed as a gym teacher, no less. So, if in reading this you find a nugget that weighs out as a truth that you can cash in, thank God. Also, this post was inspired by a Facebook question posed by Elisabeth Kennedy and the wonderful replies she has received by her considerable community. For them all, I thank God.

The question is, “What do you think creates entitlement – in a child, or a culture? And how does one work to change it once it has reared its ugly head?”

Entitlement as defined by Merriam-Webster is “- the condition of having a right to have, do, or get something or the feeling or belief that you deserve to be given something (such as special privileges)” Without defining ‘sense’ of entitlement, my friends have addressed the meaning in their second definition. My Urban Dictionary app, as it likes to, gets into more politically incorrect usages. However, the UD opens with a sentence that I found useful in my consideration on the topic. Sense of entitlement is “the idea that one has a right to be given something which others believe should be obtained through effort.”

I frequently feel better when I’ve mulled over the key definitions when I approach subjects of this nature. Now, to the question at hand I have to turn to Genesis 3 where mankind’s flawed nature is exploited by the serpent. We were born with the capacity to have a sense of entitlement and the serpent exploits that sense in us and uses many guises to do so because the serpent seeks to separate us from God. We are kept at arm’s length from our Lord as soon as we feel entitled to God’s presence in our lives and to any of the promises He offers. If we want His presence and believe we need it, yes. Believe we deserve it? Not so much.

That’s all well and good for spiritual things but how do we apply this to the practical life of raising kids or leading churches, countries, or cultures? Good grief! God has been wrestling with us forever on that and He doesn’t have to deal with entitlement within Himself. God freed his people and Moses dealt with the grumbling to the point of exasperation whereupon he struck the rock to shut them up. How many of us have capitulated to our children’s cries for something and shoved the coveted item into their hands while growling out, “Here! Now leave me alone.”? It is no easy task to instill a sense of appreciation and a capacity for being thankful for what we have when we ourselves struggle with the disorder.

We need to apply a firm but loving hand in the teachable moments with our children in order to foster a sense of appreciation for the things they have instead of a sense of disappointment for the things they want but don’t have. Likewise, when we are responsible for churches or segments of churches, countries, or cultures, we need to use a steady approach to instill the sense of thankfulness over entitlement. And in the end? We hand it back to God to bear fruit.

Used from my GraphicStock account. *
If anyone is entitled to anything, everything, it is Jesus. Paul tells us of Jesus’ heart in Philippians 2: 5-8 (NIV): 5In your relationships with one another, have the same mindset as Christ Jesus: 6Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be used to his own advantage; 7rather, he made himself nothing by taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. 8And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself by becoming obedient to death—even death on a cross!”

A sense of entitlement is the absence of humility. The Great Teacher explained things to that point in the beatitudes, two of his first three deal with humility and their rewards:

Matthew 5: 1-3 (NIV) 1Now when he saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, 2and he began to teach them, saying: 3Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. 4Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. 5Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.”

So, we must realize that we are born with the capacity to have a sense of entitlement and then use teachable moments with those for whom we are responsible and demonstrate humility and thankfulness and expect the same in return. Pray for patience. Pray for humility. Pray for discernment, wisdom, and unflinching love. By all means, pray.

In His grip, jerry


*Regarding my graphic search in GraphicStock, I found nothing when using the terms entitlement. A photo of someone doing a selfie came up for selfishness. However, when I used ‘humility’ as my search term all of the graphics that came up had the cross, Jesus, or both and many of them referred to Good Friday within the text of the graphic.