Boston Bound

Twenty-two of my church family (including myself) are traveling to Boston, Mass. tomorrow for a week of serving the people of Medford, a bedroom community of Boston.

Boston is home to Tufts University, founded by the Universalist Unitarian Church. This is a place where the word “tolerance” is championed. It’s also where Mayor Thomas M. Menino made a threat, then withdrew his threat to ban Chick-fil-A from Boston over Dan Cathy’s anti-gay marriage stance —

We go. To bless the people of this great city.

Just last Sunday, my ladies’ Sunday School class studied this passage in scripture. How contemporary and timeless God’s Word is!

 

12 Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. 13 But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. 14 If you are insulted for the name of Christ, you are blessed, because the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon you. (I Peter 4: 12-14)

 

Merino’s backlash was a slap at conservative Christianity and the principles contained within God’s Word. It will be interesting to see if God puts any divine opportunities in our path in light of this controversy.

  • Lord, May all that is said and done glorify You! May You be the guardian of all our ways and may it be pleasing in Your sight.

 

  • Lord, be in our eyes—may we see with Your eyes the people of Medford. Don’t let us hurry past, but help us to notice those things we might have missed–

 

  • Lord, be in our ears—may we hear the voices clamoring for love or attention. Don’t let us turn away from loneliness or pain–

 

  • Lord, be in our hands—may we serve enthusiastically in whatever capacity You deem fit. Don’t let us get too hung up on only what we think is important–

 

  • Lord, be in our feet—may our feet be shod with the gospel of peace in a city that needs You. Don’t let us walk away without leaving seeds of Your message in each place we visit –

 

  • Lord, be in our hearts—may be pray over and be burdened about the people of Boston. Break our hearts over what breaks Yours, Lord–

 

  • Holy Spirit, we ask You to fill us supernaturally to do Your bidding. And we will be quick to return all glory to You, Lord, for You alone are worthy of all praise—

 

  • In Jesus’ sweet and all-sufficient name I pray, Amen.

 

Lookin’ up,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Independence Day

photo via Bob AyersOur church’s patriarch and oldest member, Mr. Elton Earp, is celebrating Independence Day in heaven. He died after 10:00 a.m. this morning after battling prostate cancer for two years. He has finished the fight, he has completed the race.

He was 94 years young. He proudly served his country as a Marine in the Japanese theater of war in WWII.  As he said, “God was with me. I never got hurt, never got close to getting hurt. I came back from the war with only a fungus under my toenail, thanks be to God.” How fitting is it that this solider went home to be with Jesus on July 4th?

Elton lived in Durham his entire life. He married but was never blessed with children of his own. He watched his first wife Stella, his teenage sweetheart, die of complications from a stroke. Soon after Stella’s stroke, Elton’s father came down with an illness, and Elton brought him into his home where he also died under his care. He married again many years later while in his 70’s, and cared for his second wife Ida who died from cancer. From personal experience, Elton was well-acquainted with illness and death.

Elton has extended family who live outside of Durham. But his local family, the one he depended on to get him places and care for him in his final days when he lost his sight due to macular degeneration and encountered other health issues, was his church family, the folks of Ridgecrest Baptist Church.

Not that they want credit for what they’ve done, but Donnie and Rose Ann Palmer could tell you about plenty of sleepless nights and fetching and going for Elton, because if not anything else, Elton was meticulous about life. Items in the house and storage shed that he designated for people, His affairs that were to be concluded a certain way, the item-by-item details of his funeral service—all of this was handled on his terms.

Donnie and Rose Ann’s son Jason, who is now serving in Slovakia as a Southern Baptist missionary, became extremely close to Elton in his young adult years and “adopted” Elton as his grandfather. When Jason and his wife Charity packed up to go overseas for a three-year stint with no possibility of return, Elton knew this meant he would never see Jason again, at least on this side of glory. It was a heart-wrenching goodbye for everyone.

Donnie and Rose Ann stepped in as guardians and caregivers for Elton during his last months and have allowed him the grace to die, with dignity, just as he wished, within the walls of his own home.

Several of us gathered at Elton’s home last evening, knowing his time was near. He’d not eaten or drunk anything in several days and was lying mostly unresponsive in the hospital bed in his bedroom.  Yet he was keenly aware of everything being said and done around him. We had enough parts amongst us to harmonize and Al led us in a verse of “In the Garden,” knowing the comfort old hymns and gospel songs had brought him. After we sang, we noticed tiny tears that gathered in his eyes and we gently wiped them away.

I got the chance to tell him I’d been re-listening to his tapes he recorded about his childhood and old Durham, the way he remembered it. Fascinating stuff!  His last tape was recorded a year ago, on July 4, 2011. I told him his stories made me laugh and cry and that I was so glad I had these memories of his to listen to whenever I wanted.

All of us around the bed cried some more. We each told him we loved him. It took gargantuan effort, but Elton stirred a bit. He pulled his hand from underneath the sheet and moved his lips silently in response. We watched him silently try to form the words, “I love you, too.”

A dear saint of God. Who loved the Lord and His church. Who served faithfully wherever he was asked. He’s home at last! We can rejoice with him, that he’s beholding his Savior’s face, he’s hugging sweet Stella’s neck, he’s greeting all those people he’s known through the years and they’re all welcoming him to heaven.

Welcome home, Elton. We’ll see you, when we see you. . . .

Lookin’ up,

 

 

 

 

Weeds

Weeds—the bane of every gardener’s existence.

As God often does, He used a physical paradigm to point out a sin to me. He forced me to consider something I said in haste, to humbly seek forgiveness from Him and others involved.

It’s been hot here in North Carolina, like the rest of the eastern U.S. Everything green is growing great guns–including a few plants that were not invited to the party.

The petunias, peonies, and lilies in my flowerbed are doing well. Amongst the flowers are also unwelcome guests: common grass clumps, a clover variant as kids we called “sour pickles,” and an unnamed vine-grass. All weeds. All potentially able to take over what’s good and beautiful and supposed to be there.

While the temperature this morning was cool enough, I ripped out everything that didn’t belong. There was a great sense of satisfaction as I looked at the pile of weeds at my feet.

Then God brought a scripture, out of the blue, to mind—“And why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye?” (Matt. 7:3)

I knew exactly what the Holy Spirit was talking about. I had been “weeding” in another’s garden.

Just yesterday morning, I had a conversation in the choir room with a circle of ladies before we sang, where I put on my high-and-mighty hat and said some things I shouldn’t have. I’m very sure I hurt a couple of Christian sisters in the process. Not to get into details, but my statements consisted of my opinions (yeah, my dinky little opinions, Lord–!) on some summertime reading the two ladies were doing. I said that the subject matter in the novels was not appropriate for Christians and was terribly blunt about it. In fact, I said it several times (in case they didn’t get it the first time.)

Hold on, now—you may be saying–isn’t it acceptable and correct to stand up for what’s right? We are to be courageous in our testimony, point out what’s wrong to others, and let the chips fall where they may?

In some instances I wholeheartedly agree. There are UNQUESTIONABLES that we must stake our very lives on—the basics of salvation, Who Jesus is, the character of God. These are tenets of faith we must never let others try to change or diminish their importance. YES, YES, YES!!

But this was an instance concerning two Christian sisters . . . precious, precious souls who know and love Jesus very much. Who’ve both given their hearts and lives to Him. They are part of the body of Christ and God’s chosen family.

And I corrected them publicly. Uncomfortable. Embarrassing. Hurtful.

If I really had that big a problem with it, I should have kept my mouth shut. I should have talked to each of them privately, and in love. Handling it this way would have been the Jesus-way.

Reading matter is not one of those UNQUESTIONABLES—it is a discretionary area of Christian life.

It is a CONVICTION, something we each as Christians must settle in our own minds, and something that the Holy Spirit is in charge of. NOT ME.

I had no right to jump in the middle of their flowerbed and yank out what I thought were weeds. . . . or as the scripture says, “pointing out specks” in their eyes. I’ve got plenty of weeds and logs to keep myself busy, that’s for doggone sure.

Long story, short, I spent some time on Facebook this morning, contacting those two ladies and the others who were witness to my foot-in-mouth disease. There are a few more that I will have to call or talk to in person before the mess is cleaned up.

One lady has already messaged me to say she’s forgiven me.  I pray the other will as well. . .

I really don’t want to repeat this painful lesson. . .

Lord, would You PLEASE help me consider the spiritual ramifications of my words before they leave my mouth—? Would You help me be kind in all my dealings with others?  Amen.

Lookin up,