A Sweetness Better Than Pancakes

A former colleague, and faithful friend, mailed me an IHOP gift card near the end of my radiation beam treatments for prostate cancer.  The enclosed instructions said:  "Use the day after your last treatment." I had a perfect gift card to a favorite eatery from a longtime friend.  What could be better on my day of freedom?  Yet, I did not know what goodness awaited me.

The manager was friendly and personable.  For that reason, I explained the significance of the card as he began the transaction. Robby turned and looked at me to say: "Two years ago I had the same treatment.  Look at me today, cancer free and feeling great!"  This supportive conversation continued for at least ten minutes. God was central to Robby's wise, caring words.  Even more aware of the gift God had given me through radiation, I went on my way rejoicing in the Lord's goodness in my new freedom.

Later, I e-mailed my friend saying:  "You gift was multiplied.  You do not know the goodness you have sent my way this day."

Two months passed.  I had a yearning for pancakes again, thus I returned.  I was surprised that, out of IHOP's many customers, Robby remembered me.  Next, another man stopped by my booth and told another hopeful discovery of being cured of cancer.  This was better to me than the five flavors of syrup on the table, much better.  God had used two servants to give me assurance that my future included good health.

Over the months I visited the restaurant more often.  Robby, a great example of a follower of Christ who ministers to passersby allowed me to enjoy more quality fellowship.  I grew to feel inwardly that I was an encouragement to him as well.

On a recent Sunday, I vowed to return home to eat lunch, due to my classic culinary leftovers in my fridge.  Yet, as I pulled away from church, I felt compelled to return to my IHOP.  Once inside, Robby approached my table and announced that day as his retirement day.  I was quite sad to lose another friend in a season when friends kept moving on.  Yet, I could not communicate that on his retirement day.  Thus, I shared how I felt the Spirit leading me to visit.  Robby replied:  "I have an above average number of my regulars here today.  I believe that what you say is true."

As sad as I was to lose contact with a brother whom I appreciated, I was thankful for a final conversation where I could affirm Robby, voice my thankfulness, and have a wonderful closure.

Yet my main thankfulness was for the reassurance that I am now cancer free, a survivor.  Meeting the people, I did in that sweet spot, convinced me that I was remaining in the land of the living.

 Cancer Concerns

I am grateful for your profound e-mail, which I have read multiple times and foresee reading it again and again for your words encourage me.  You have also prompted me to find a Ted Talk by Kate Bowler, which was soothing to hear as I contemplated her words. Thank you for praying for me and for extending the network of faithful people who intercede on my behalf.

When having cancer, or any affliction, one quickly learns who their true friends are by observing those who are as equally gifted at mourning and rejoicing.  That discovery is both painful and soothing.  I know where I stand with some people and in some communities, yet I choose to focus the new realization of how I have both refined and extended friendships.  I am honored to know that you are a closer friend than I realized before I recently entered your door.  I am truly thankful.

 Your points about our living in a broken, battered world are understandable. I also recall Peter’s declaration that we are sojourners and exiles on this earth, as well as James’ statement that we are a mist that appears for a little while then vanishes.  The writer of Hebrews reveals: “For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore, God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city.”  (Hebrews 11:  13-16)

Thus, in faith, I am determined to overcome prostate cancer while living in a temporary city.  I am encouraged to be the favorite patient of the staff of my radiation oncology center due to my consistent display of a positive attitude. In that light, I wish to continue my role as the effective caregiver of my mom plus continue to be a volunteer who shines bright lights of goodness and kindness. I have new contributions to make which will fulfill my both my passions for maximizing learning and connecting people.  There is much good I hope to accomplish in the years to come before seeking my true homeland.

Thank you for the courage and direction you gave in your profound e-mail.  I would type more, but I want to read it again now.

Grace and peace,

Knox

 Finding Christmas Hope

Mom, who had been a very unhappy camper after breaking a hip, remained gloomy as she was transported to a rehab facility on Christmas Eve. Upon entering the building, I asked the medics to stop for a few seconds so she could observe the lovely décor, yet she gave no reaction to the tastefulness of the interior decorating.  Similarly, she showed no reaction to the window of her room which overlooked a forest. It was like a scene in a bad Hallmark holiday movie.

I made haste to bring Christmas cheer to her spacious room posting holiday cards on a small bulletin board and dropping bouquets into vases. Mancave decorating – hold the bouquet over the vase, cut the rubber band, quickly drop the flowers into the vase.  Mom perked up saying: “I want to design it.”  Imagine a 94-year hold lady in a hospital bed, the narrow dinner table rolled over that bed, creating with delight.  Mom smiled for the first time in months, satisfied by again enjoying a hobby she had engaged in for a lifetime.  Mom, after hitting the bottom in a medical crisis, was a phoenix rising above the ashes of despair. A Christmas, almost missed, had arrived in fragrant glory.

 

Thoughts from a Traveler

 In my role as a ‘contributing alumnus’ of my graduate school, Georgia State University, I was in Atlanta poised to make contributions as a member of the College of Education’s Advancement Council and co-leader of the Alumni Network for Charlotte area folks. The other leader was my buddy for a quick, but enjoyable road trip.  The night before, we ended our conversation by joining together for our bedtime prayers.  His prayer request was for peace.

Early the next morning I was up early, thus was the first to shower.  Afterwards I decided to search the Scriptures for verses on ‘peace.’  I delighted in what I found:  statements of fact that the peace of Christ is unique and special, promises given that this peace is readily available to believers, and reminders not to forget the great gift of that peace.  Yet one verse, from Luke 1, stood out from the others.  It seemed to be the one to share before breakfast; the one to ponder before beginning a day of service and purposeful contributions.

As it was time to go down for breakfast, I looked out the window at the skyline of the jewel of the New South and discovered an interesting sunrise.  I asked my colleague to come look, suggesting that we have our table grace at the window in order to bask in the dawn of a new day.  Usually inspirational sunrises occur over the ocean or mountains.  Yet our light from heaven was basking on offices, apartments and hotels, yet most importantly into our room.  Observing this was the man seeking extra peace.  It was as if Luke’s observation that God’s sunlight would shine on people, in pain and challenging circumstances, was being displayed for us.  It became obvious to me that that light is available to the multitudes of people who have a reason to be in the city.  I desired for the light to guide both of us to walk in a pathway of peace, further understanding from Luke that this is possible.  After a few moments, our feet began to move, first to breakfast, later to the places where we had committed to make contributions.  In those offices we encountered warm people with listening ears, helpful suggestions, and supportive attitudes. Our contributions bore fruit; we journeyed home feeling peace about that gift of fruit.

Later, my feet were guided to Raleigh in order to attend a fundraiser for a Christian mission attempting to lead impoverished children towards becoming whole people.  I had the opportunity to interact with former classmates.  We need to move towards being whole people as well.  One was my first friend, a person whom I have known since earliest childhood.  We shared stories from our lives in the past 40 years. I began to bear her burden as she related the loss of her mother and two sisters; all had made their heavenly journey too young.  Amid a crowd of 300, I tried to be an agent of God’s tender mercies by intently listening, giving gentle backrubs, and later hugs.  I was bearing her burden as I listened to details of her pilgrimage and of the contributions, she had made to family members. I was encountering a lady of great strength and resilience, yet whose life was still tainted by pain.

Always, the tender mercy of God is available as we encounter the rough edges of life.  The rising sun will shine on us as we seek additional peace in our lives.  Luke relates God’s promise to shine light on our grief and broken emotions.  I claim these promises for two special friends who are dear to me.  I look forward to standing with them, as I stood by a hotel window observing the beauty of a sunrise, to make useful contributions and observe how their feet will be guided into paths of peace.

 

 

 

 

 Reflection on Brokenness 

During the winter, while awaiting a green light on a major thoroughfare in my city, I would repeatedly bemoan the fact that a cherry tree had been broken, resulting in its crown laying on the grass.  My ponderance was: “Why isn’t this eyesore removed for it no long aligns with the other trees in the row?”  Then I would wonder what calamity had caused the unsightly brokenness.

Spring arrived; the cherries bloomed.  To my utter delight the broken tree remained alive.  Seeing that its blooms were fuller and more brilliant than the others caused me to rejoice.  Out of brokenness and pain arose new life, joy, and a vivid announcement that spring had arrived.

Recently a urologist said to me: “You have prostate cancer.”  The words hit me as if they were from an errant driver who had haphazardly driven off the road, or a stormy wind which had inflicted damage.  I was a broken cherry tree by a busy road.  In the days that followed I felt as if I was amidst a plague that destroys at midday.  I realized that I was living east of Eden.

Yet, buds began forming as special people served me. Carolyn and Fred see that I have transportation to medical appointments, then delicious meals afterwards.  Matt begins every phone call with a concerned question followed by a listening ear. Kate and Dave invite me to lunch, as does Steven; I rejoice in meaningful conversations with like-minded folks.  Luis provides much encouragement & continues to practically support me, even laughing at my jokes.  My whimsical nature now includes humor about cancer.

Last week, as I began radiation beam therapy, I did so with the determination to bloom again.  Brokenness was far behind me.   Walking by faith, not feelings, I anticipate seeing God’s beauty in my circumstances and trusting in Him.  I am seeking to find a profound hope to be faithful and keep going forward as I rest in the shadow of the Almighty.

Forms of Prayer

Being selected to serve on the discernment team for a church member seeking ordination was a totally new avenue of service for me and a fantastic learning experience.  Chosen to be the recorder of the sessions, I decided to conclude my written minutes with a prayer which summarized the needs, challenges and visions of the inquirer.  The intercessions are included here for they address the petitions of any leader, or lay person, who aims to serve others and desires transformation and growth in their faith in our Savior, Jesus Christ.

For the recovery of a sick person

Lord Jesus, who was risen with healing in His wings, grant good health to those who are afflicted with illness and consequently walk through valleys, so that they may be effective servants, celebratory, complete, and equipped for every good work.  We ask in the name of our mediator, Jesus Christ.  Amen.

Prayer for grace to reform & grow better

Almighty and everlasting God, who repeatedly said “peace, do not be afraid”, be with us as we remember both days of pain with suffering, and times of ministry blessed by your Spirit. While we contemplate the future, restore and revive us so that our churches and communities will yield an increase; in the name of Jesus who with steadfast love establishes righteousness.  Amen.

For inner healing

Almighty God, whose Son was led by the Spirit to be tempted by the Devil:  Come with speed to aid us who are assaulted by toxic relationships, people who do not listen to our visions, poor health, plus failures in life and ministry.  Let us find you mighty to save so that our lives and labors may establish your kingdom; through our Lord Jesus.  Amen.

For the increase of ministry

Gracious God, who desires to make a covenant with us, enable us to do all for Your glory, and to not seek our own good, but the good of others, so that you may glorify Yourself in our lives as well as those in our spheres of influence.  We ask in the name of the One who is faithful, Jesus Christ. Amen.

An Approach to a Season of Interim

An extra season has been plucked down in the calendar of my local church:  Interim Interval.  After the minister’s resignation, we wait for a new preacher.  Yet this season should be analogous to the liturgical season of Advent.  For some Interim involves mournfulness over a sense of loss attached to people.  Yet Advent prompts Christians to get in touch with our need for a Savior.  Interim may include fatigue over the uncertainty of the future.  Advent is a season of preparation for the future by contemplating the longing of the Jews for a Messiah.  Interim can surface expressions that things aren’t the way they used to be.  Advent prompts focus on the hope of Christ’s coming.  Interim may realize noticeable empty seats on Sunday morning and fewer parishioners available for outreach.  Advent motivates believers to reach out to share life and hope with people in need.

My goal is to consider this present Interim as an extra Advent.  Sure, my approach is serious, yet I am seeking joy as I get ready for a transforming celebration, not of the birth, but the life of Jesus.   As I prepare and wait for the coming of new leadership, this is a prime time to focus on the attributes of God and in my relationship to Him.  I yearn to enter into a long expectation for what God is going to do.  I am waiting for newness and freshness, even though I am a ‘senior.’  For a practical application, I may include an invitation to someone to attend a fellowship group, or offer a spontaneous offer to share Sunday lunch.

An Advent attitude is a different perspective.  Yet, consider that for many Africans, a December Advent does not come at the beginning of winter, but at the onset of their rainy season - quite different than the one I am familiar with.  May showers of blessings fall on my Advent attitude.

Finally, I’ll be singing my favorite Advent hymn in the shower.

"Lo, He Comes With Clouds Descending," by Charles Wesley

Prayers Inspired by 1st John

Heavenly Father, who is from the beginning and gives eternal life, help us to continue to find You, to discover truth in Your word and to engage in profound fellowship with You and Your people.  Continue to send us very clear messages which aid us in walking in the light, so that our joy may be made complete.  We ask in the name of Jesus, who purifies us from all sin.  Amen.

O Lord Jesus Christ, our righteous advocate, may we know You dearly and abide in You closely to have hearts that effectively and practically love our brothers and sisters.  May darkness pass away from our lives for Your true light is already shining.  Help us to grow in obedience and walk, without stumbling, in the same ways in which You walked, so that the love of God is perfected where we live, move and have our being.We pray in your holy name.                                                                                   Amen

Gracious God, who sent your only Son into the world that we might live through Jesus, dwell in me and allow me to clearly hear your voice.  I confess that Jesus Christ has come in the flesh.  Therefore, perfect your love in me.  Remove fear from my emotions, for perfect love drives out all fear.  Guide my belief into the realness of your truth and love, so that I may overcome the world and love others.  I ask in the name of the Savior of the world, Jesus.                                                                                  Amen

Lord Jesus, prophet, priest, and king, be our guide as we enter our new study of Acts and into a new year. May we grow into being more like the Apostles who after experiencing the power of the Ascension took what Christ was and did before them to become more joyous followers. Help us to have this illuminated vision that you are enthroned at the right hand of the Father. During this new year give us joy, peace, patience, humility, authority, inner tranquility, and above all the power of the Holy Spirit so that we will be Your witnesses in Florida, Rocky Mount, and to the ends of the earth. In the name of Jesus.                                                                                                       Amen                                                                                                                                      

Dear Lord, whose rules are true and righteous altogether, impress upon our hearts the severe consequences of wickedness that Judas experienced. Guide our schedules and priorities so that we may join together to be constantly in prayer with believers. May the fruit of our adoration, confession, thanksgiving, and supplication aid in our understanding of the power of your resurrection. Lead us to have the purity of Matthias so that we may be effective leaders. Raise up people like Matthias to serve in our local government, so that all citizens may prosper. We ask in the name of Jesus who said, “Blessed are the pure in heart for they shall see God.”                                       Amen.

 

Father God, who gave Jesus the power to create miracles, wonders, and signs, pour out your Spirit on us so that we may more deeply hear Scriptural truth in words that we clearly understand. May our tongues rejoice and be used by the Spirit as we declare Your wonders with words of hope that are deeply understood by members of a corrupt generation. May Your words, not ours, lead to repentance. In the name of Jesus, both our Lord and Messiah.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Amen.

Lord Jesus, the Holy and Righteous One who is the source of life, bring healing into our lives in areas where we are afflicted with illness or weakness. May our bodies become strong. As we walk as healed individuals, give us appropriate words and actions of praise. Create awe and astonishment in our families, church, and city after people observe what has happened to us. Use us to be contemporary Peters and Johns by making us agents of physical and emotional healing to those who are hurt in our spheres of influence so that seasons of refreshment may come from the presence of the Lord. We ask this in the name of Jesus of Nazareth.                                                                                                Amen.

 

Lord Jesus, the Holy and Righteous One, deliver us from acting in ignorance in the manner that Israelites who witnessed a miracle did. Strengthen us for denying You is a serious offense. Accept our repentance as we turn back. Increase our faith in your name. Open our ears as we listen to everything You tell us through Scripture so that seasons of refreshing may come from Your presence in our lives, church, and this class. We make these petitions in your name for you are the source of life.                                                                                                                                                     Amen.

 

 

 

A Gift of Rest

After a week of late afternoon thundershowers resulting in travel over puddled roads, a sunny Sunday seemed like the time for a needed car wash.  As I pulled inside, two texts beeped on my phone.  This was perfect timing in the busy-ness of life as I had an extra quiet moment to read, reflect and to care. Suddenly open to the concerns of a friend, I promised to hold the situation up in prayer at church.  There, I became mindful of God’s gift to us during the Gospel reading.

“Come to me, all you that are weary and are carrying heavy burdens, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”  (Matthew 11)

Handel included this in his oratorio “Messiah” to keep listeners mindful that those who trust in Jesus Christ find peace and rest. A familiar verse, in a new crisis, made me mindful in further understanding the generous, vast love of Christ for us; we were made for infinite bliss and companionship with God.  Desiring that a friend experience those benefits, I wrote:  “Some of my most weary days, during which I carried heavy burdens, have been while caregiving in a hospital.  Although your text is full of a positive spirit and hope, undoubtedly you are experiencing a plethora of emotions and thoughts.  May the gentleness of Christ give you rest today.  I have just felt His gentleness in the sequence of your message and the reading of these ancient, powerful words.  For me, they are as needed, cleansing and refreshing as the car wash.  May they richly bless you and your husband.”

Money Laundering

A decision to wash pillows at a Laundromat required me to leave my suburban Atlanta community where such businesses have become nonexistent in this new century.  I drove seven miles to Norcross, a district now populated by working class Mexicans, where laundries remain in strip malls.  On Saturday morning I arrived before the opening at 7:00 and found the business to be open and uncrowded.  I loaded my pillows, plus some gym clothes, in their largest commercial washer and then left in order to treat myself to breakfast.  When I returned, just before 8:00, the laundry was full of Mexican men, plus one American.  I chose a dryer next to him, a good choice for he was open to conversing. As I stood surrounded by a culture different from my own,  he explained his preference for this laundry, and concluded:  “The Mexicans here are quiet.”  Indeed they were.  The chugging of the washers, and the rhythmic thuds of clothes tumbling in the dryers, was more audible than conversation.   I was certain that I was among hard working men, who had no time for chores during the week, yet who were working on them early on a weekend morning.

As I pulled my gym clothes from the dryer, I put them into a rolling basket.  I noticed a dollar neatly folded on top of the wire.  SuddenIy, I felt the boyhood joy of finding a stray dollar on the street.  Yet there were far too many men present to determine whose pocket the bills had escaped from.  So I tossed the wet cash into my laundry basket and proceeded with my tasks.  Once home, I unfolded the still damp money, full of the fragrance of Tide, and discovered that I had collected $27.  There was no joy at that moment.   I realized that I was in possession of funds lost by an unknown hard-working, quiet man.  I did not need that money; the Mexican probably did.

I resolved my dilemma by contributing $27 to World Vision’s ministry: “ Food, Clothing and Basics in the USA.”   While not a major philanthropic gift, the man’s hard earned funds will serve God’s work in a community of poverty, similar to Norcross.  Perhaps I have sent ‘the widow’s mite’ into an impoverished  neighborhood.   Hopefully a person of need will be blessed by new clothing which they will show pride in while they clean it in another launderette.

My story is not intended to be about me, nor my gift.  Yet my musing is prologue for my prayer request.  Please join me in interceding for this man.  I trust that Paul’s promise to the Philippians will be realized in the person’s life.  May he learn to be more careful with his cash in the future.  May God bless him by miraculously restoring his lost funds.   May his labors bear fruit for him and his family; his ‘gift’ bring hope to another community.

"And my God will meet all your needs according to the riches of His glory in Christ Jesus.  (Philippians 4:19)

Perhaps cleanliness is next to Godliness after all.  A simple trip to a Laundromat, an excursion into another culture, set my mind ablaze with thoughts and concerns. I trusted that I had made a proper decision as I laid my head to rest on my clean pillow that night. 

Prayers for Servants Who Care

For Caregivers

Blessed Lord, who gives grace to the humble, remember those who care for the elderly that the dread and exhaustion of their days will be relieved.  Give help, renewal and refreshment as they tackle multiple tasks and emotions, so that they may be exalted in due time and realize that You care for caregivers and parents.   We pray in the name of Jesus, who commanded a storm to be quiet, and it was.  Amen.

For Servants & Victims of Abusive Trafficking

O Christ, who suffered while on Earth, prepare our hearts to better understand how that suffering and your grace can ease the pain of innocent children within our spheres of influence.  Enable us to have new perspectives and actions in order that those who today are trapped as abuse victims may be able to freely walk in your light and be born anew.   We pray in the name of Jesus, who set the oppressed free.  Amen.

Forgiveness is a Powerful Response with Mercy

At the center of my Christmas wreath is placed a sweetgrass basket, a souvenir from a journey to Charleston, South Carolina.  It seems a good fit for my neighborhood, Charleston Bay, a series of row townhomes with pastel colors.  2015’s most moving news story was that of the senseless murder of Christians in that city.  Families who looked danger, oppression & degradation directly in the eye responded with mercy.  Their words of forgiveness for the killer saved a beautiful city from violence, fire, and crime.  These actions were a living epistle of the healing power of forgiveness.  This holiday is the birthday of Jesus Christ who taught about mercy.  My wreath is in honor of those in Charleston who taught a watching world of the great power of Christ’s message of forgiving.  As the traditional basket is at the center of my wreath, a response of mercy was at the center of their faith.  May their shining example be a part of our celebration of Jesus’ birth.

Discussions on Politics, Faith, and Race

In 2008, at Atlanta's Carter Center, author Jim Wallis and President Jimmy Carter led a panel discussion.  Seated on the right side of the front row is Rosalyn Carter.  The bald man with glasses to her left is Knox Porter.  This was a memorable evening, both in content and being close to people of conviction.

Sojourners: Continuing the Conversation on Race

In 2015, Jim Wallis returned to speak at a program hosted by The Community Foundation for Greater Atlanta.  The foundation's president, Alicia Philipp, wrote a brief article on the event.  I am both honored and humbled that Ms. Philipp quoted me in an essay which appears in Sojourners Magazine.



A Small Leap of Faith Restored My Vision

A devotion on Psalm 80.

Honestly, at the beginning of December I feel urgency over much of what is planned for the month.  The Psalmist has urgency in his voice as he petitions:  “Restore us, O LORD God of hosts; show the light of your countenance, and we shall be saved.”

 On a July Saturday night, I felt urgency when I had no cable TV.  After calling an 800 number, I learned the operator was in the Philippines.  A worker, half a world away, was adjusting my cable box, thus I was connected with one who was restoring my picture.  In the ten minutes the box slowly uploaded we talked.  I asked how he was after a typhoon which had cut through his country the week before.  He then gave a lengthy monologue about how his family had been severely devastated by a previous storm, Typhoon Haiyan, in 2013.  I listened as a cheerful worker relayed a story of initial sadness, then restoration.  I shared that I had given a small donation to World Vision,  an international organization giving disaster relief to Filipinos.  Before my cable was reconnected, we were also connected in a significant way.  I was thanked for my gift, and my heart was touched when he said: “I will consider that your donation was used to help my family.”

Undoubtedly typhoon victims, with ‘bowls of tears to drink.’ voiced urgency similar to the Psalmist:  “Stir up your strength and come to help us.”  My response to a remote crisis was a leap of faith.  In Advent, I consider that Jesus came to ‘give us life.’   After the typhoon, my check was given in faith that it would allow a new advent as Christ’s life was extended to hungry, destitute victims.  In faith, the check was mailed in order to help unseen people.  My phone call not only connected my TV, but restored the picture I had of God’s work in a needy world.  In a sense, my leap of faith transferred from the unseen, to the seen as I heard a first hand account of the positive effects of disaster relief restoring families.

As we give, may we do so in leaps of faith, understanding that what is given in God’s name has the power to strengthen and restore.

Always remember . . .

During a recent winter, I learned that a high school classmate had sufferd a serious stroke. Although I had not seen him since graduation, positive memories propelled me to make a post on his Caring Bridge website. As I pondered, searching for words of hope and encouragement, this memory came to mind.

Bradley’s Store, the tiny building across from Senior High, was crowded with summer school students. In line in front of me, you paid for your soda and snack, and immediately exited with your food still on the counter. Mrs. Bradley called you back. Any embarrassment was quickly covered by your full confidence and magnificent grin as you exclaimed: “God almighty!” Mrs. Bradley immediately responded, in a voice with a wonderful mix of firmness and lovingkindness: “Always remember that He is all mighty.” Her brief declaration was strong and powerful; easier to remember than countless sermons. Those seven words have returned to my thinking numerous times in the ensuing years to encourage me during perplexing moments of doubt and crisis. They return this day, in light of your current situation which remains on my mind and in my heart. I pray and trust that you will indeed know the MIGHT of God in this season. I am encouraged to read that you are putting your trust in Him. May He be your rock, stronghold and refuge. I join many voices here full of hope that goodness will surround you. May you know the steadfast love of God as you heal and make progress.

Through the ensuing summer, my classmate exercised faith and great determination to make great progress in mobility. Reading of the results was encouraging; learning in the fall of a second stroke followed by his death was burdensome. Yet I did trust that he did experience the might of God in his circumstances.

Standing Together: sharing grace and love

“ ...he is like a refiner’s fire ...; he will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver, and he will purify the descendants of Levi and refine them like gold and silver...” – Malachi 3: 2-3

"...the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough ways made smooth.” – Luke 3:5

My dedication to simple living backfired the day Atlanta’s temperature soared to 106 degrees, when the air conditioning in my aging sedan shut down. Having received a debit card as a gift, I headed to Aldi grocery. At check out I was satisfied looking at the conveyor belt full of low-priced bargains. My mood quickly changed when I encountered the unexpected, learning that the card was actually credit, not accepted at that store. My predicament was not pleasing to the cashier, nor to the customers in line behind me. I sorted through the groceries in order to pay for as many items as I could with cash; then I placed them in the “refiner’s fire” of an auto that would not cool. A variety of thoughts ran through my mind, and gratitude was not part of the mix. Then, as I recalled my experience working with a Standing Together team, I realized I had much to be thankful for, including the gift of the card. Standing Together is a family of volunteers committed to helping a person make the leap from homelessness to self- sufficiency. Our team had been working recently with a participant who often speaks of being grateful for the goodness in her life. After my Aldi adventure I recalled her example and the inspiration she has been to me. Paul writes to the Philippians that believers should share God’s grace and overflowing love with one another. Paul’s words describe my experience in the Standing Together team, especially the lessons in gratitude learned from our participant. Her words have helped me refine and purify my attitudes and thoughts, helping me smooth the rough edges of my character and straighten the crooked elements of my perceptions. Inspired by her, I moved one step closer to being pure and blameless. Advent anticipates the coming of Christ, who will bring righteousness and purity into the world. I am grateful to God for beginning that good work in my world, and to my new friend for voicing words that move that work closer to completion.

FOREVER

“Your house and your kingdom shall be made sure forever before me; your throne shall be established forever.” 2 Samuel 7:16

Over the last 20 years of my journey I have become increasing thankful for my good friend, Cliff. We enjoy taking in an occasional movie together. Two of his all time favorites are Field of Dreams and The Wizard of Oz: forever films. Each time we select a new show, I hope that our choice will be the next cinematic masterpiece; one with greatness which will truly stand the test of time. Inside the theater, as each trailer concludes, he whispers a number to me, rating the preview. I have come to enjoy playing along, yet we rarely rate a coming attraction as a ten, lacking anticipation that a new forever film is coming to a theater near us.

The lessons for Advent IV give previews of a significant coming attraction. 2 Samuel records the Lord’s promise to make a great name of David, ‘like the great names of the earth.’ The psalmist writing Psalm 89 comments on that oath, making repeated use of the word ‘forever,’ Gabriel declares hope to Mary in Luke 1 that Jesus Christ will be given David’s throne to reign ‘forever’: “of his kingdom there will be no end.” Paul, in his conclusion of Romans, reviews the story by stating that a mystery kept secret for long ages has been revealed. ‘Forever’ is the final word of his letter.

Contemporary stories can disappoint. As humans on a quest, we seek permanence, constancy, quality and greatness in our lives. In spite of our anticipation, our world too often does not deliver. Yet Scripture reminds us that gifts from God – love, faithfulness, strength, rest, protection - are indeed forever, Our Advent story powerfully reveals that ‘nothing will be impossible with God.’ It points us forward, with hope and anticipation of the greatness surrounding the gift of Christmas Day, Jesus Christ. Understanding that His life, presence and provisions are forever strengthens our journey, as we live through festival days, but more importantly the ordinary days which follow.

Comment for a hotel manager on his pathetic display of the American flag

Red, white and blue are the colors of the flag, not pink, eggshell, and purple as on the torn emblem disgracefully flying above Homewood Suites. Your inn is appealing due to the cacophony of languages heard at breakfast; the varied hues of skin displayed by your guests. The world has journeyed to Orlando. At theme parks travelers encounter an abundance of creativity; positive themes of joy, laughter and great ideas. Your hotel offers order, comfort, plus outstanding service, amid beautiful surroundings. Innovations begun by great Americans, Walt Disney and Conrad Hilton, are still outstanding for they make positive contributions to society. Your community displays the best of the USA. Hopefully, all guests journey home with a more positive view of an America strengthened by people of vision, dreams and practicality. For these reasons our flag should fly proudly over your property, not as a worn, faded banner. When I return, I hope to see Old Glory replaced by a new Stars and Stripes.

Response from the General Manager

Thank you so much for your wonderful comments regarding the sad shape of Old Glory at the hotel. I am ashamed to admit that I let them get in such sad condition.

Acting on your comments we immediately changed all of our flags and I can guarantee you we will not let them go that far in the future.

Sincerely,

Tony Keathley
General Manager
Homewood Suites Lake Buena Vista

Say to those with fearful hearts, be strong, do not fear

What’s there to fear in a trip to New Orleans? Possible exposure to mold or fireants, being stretched by doing new handyman tasks, or working in a community where we could not walk to the convenience store alone came to mind before leaving. Isaiah speaks to those who have weak hands and feeble knees in situations where movement out of comfort zones is highly beneficial.

Our team was placing finishing touches on a home which the owners would very soon return to. I was immersed in renewing metal by scraping off rust and applying a fresh coat of Rustoleum when a family member came by to look. I stopped my task to greet him, relate and listen. He was ecstatic over all he saw and declared: “If anyone does not believe there is a God, all they have to do is come and see this place.” This man proclaimed and rejoiced in the same spirit as Mary does in the traditional Canticle read during Advent.

“My soul magnifies the Lord,
and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior,
for He has regarded the low estate of His handmaiden.”

Both Mary and the New Orleans resident saw the greatness of God and evidence that He has looked upon lowly servants. Two people from different generations witnessed God’s mercy and strength to lift up lowly people.

Isaiah prophesies of the positive effects Christ will bring to the world. Joy and gladness; streams in the deserts are images of the benefits for followers of Jesus. Yet these lovely Advent passages come to life after laboring on the Gulf Coast. I have yet to journey to the mountains of Lebanon, however I have spent time in an unmajestic New Orleans neighborhood which is beginning to rejoice and blossom. I returned home unaffected by mold or crime; fireants had not devastated me. Like Isaiah, I had seen the majesty of our God.

Isaiah 35: 1 – 10
Luke 1: 46 - 55

A Time to Hold On, A Time to Let Go

“The LORD is my light and my salvation; whom then shall I fear?”
Psalm 27:1

In midsummer heat, my neighbor sheared an azalea hedge. Suddenly the shrubs appeared eaten up, only to leave a distraction - an unsightly crown of brown twigs with no fair beauty to behold. What began as a good plan went awry causing mild sorrow. Faced with what appeared to be deadness, she assumed it was a time to let go, stating that the plants would be removed. I attempted to persuade her that this was a time to hold on by explaining that exposure to light would transform the brown into branches of green strength. I encouraged her to tarry and wait patiently until October before making a final decision. After a season of light, the bushes entered autumn with much evidence of new life. They had been sustained. Like the Psalmist, we could “see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living.”

Holding on to a garden, and the beauty it adds to the community, is of worth. So are plans for future growth in a family. Abraham, in Genesis 15, struggles with being childless and a vision for offspring. Possibly he is pondering his desires – to hold on or let go. Abraham is surrounded, literally and mentally, by darkness, terror, and fear. Into that despair, God interjects light through His object lesson of having Abraham look to the countless stars in order to number his descendents. A smoking fire pot and a flaming torch also light up the human need to hold on. Abraham believes, which is reckoned to him as righteousness.

Followers of God strive for more righteousness. What current distraction do you need to hold on to, believing light from God to improve the burden?

Moving Forward

“If I had known of the sign on the side of the moving truck, I never would have hired them,” exclaimed the octogenarian whom I helped move. Her comment was interesting for the movers were punctual, efficient, positive, and capable. They represented their sign well, which declared: “Faith Moves Mountains . . . We Move Families.”

The day before, I had encountered a mountain in the topography of my pilgrimage. A life changing obstacle suddenly was in my way. Much was on my mind, yet I deferred emotions so that this cross-town moved could be accomplished. The simple statement on the truck spoke volumes to me, for the reminder that faith moves mountains salved my open wounds and gave me encouragement that I would overcome.

Matthew provides two quotes of Jesus making this claim. Both are replies to a discourse. I am only required to have the faith of a seed. Christ used an image as did the moving company. It is one most can relate to for we understand that as a seed is small, so must the beginning of our faith be. Yet lost to our life is the fact that a mustard seed is an extremely tiny one. Christ was commenting on how little faith we may have, but was saying that only a small amount of faith will begin growth. “You can say to this mountain, ‘Move from here to there’ and it will be moved.” This image is easy to remember. The next comment is less visual for I must discipline myself to remember: “Nothing will be impossible for you.” Not some things, or selected situations, but ‘nothing’ is the claim of Christ. Inevitably I want to interject doubt into my situation. Faith may move other’s mountains, but mine seems destined to stay in plaice. Yet Christ states that I should exercise faith without the hindrance of doubt. Such solid faith is a discipline requiring effort. It also requires memory of God’s past provision. Contemplating how God intervened goodness in past circumstances in my experience, helps me again use faith as I encounter a new mountain.

Paul, in his epistle on love, reminds us of faith as well. Love and faith must be balanced. “If I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.” In his great treatise on the power of love, Paul gives a reminder that our ever abiding faith should be one which realizes that mountains can be moved.

I appreciate the witness of the moving truck. On a day of fear and uncertainty it allowed Jesus to speak to me. Suddenly the seriousness of my circumstance was bearable. For I moment I was living only in one chapter. The reminder that faith moved mountains helped me to see that a future chapter of my life will have provision. On a hot, humid summer day I continued the mundane task of packing boxes with a renewed fervency.

Matthew 17: 20; 21:21
I Corinthians 13: 2