Cable Guy & Thank You Notes

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

Yesterday morning between 11:00 and 12:00 we had an appointment with the Time Warner Cable Guy to set up our new service here in Greensboro. The day before that we received an email from TWC reminding us of our appointment… to make sure we would be here.

(My apologies to all the good, caring people who work for TWC.)

We thought that was really nice of them to be so on top of this appointment. That enthusiasm soon turned to disappointment. You are right, they did not show between 11:00 and 12:00. We called them at 2:00pm when they still hadn’t shown up. “Oh, we will check on it and have the tech call you back and let you know when they will be there”.

At 6:30pm when they still hadn’t shown up and still no phone call from them, we called them back. “Oh we will check on it and have them call to let you know when they will be there. And because of your inconvenience we will give you a $20.00 credit.”

We called back at 8:30pm when they still hadn’t showed or called. This time we got Tina in Raleigh, who even gave us her employee ID number (#100675571) promising to find out what was happening and call us back.

Guess what… it is 6:00pm on Thursday and we still haven’t heard a word from TWC. I guess that is how you can treat your customers when there is no real competition? It bothered me that they didn’t show up, but it bothered me most that they didn’t take the time to call. I think I would have understood any problems they may have encountered and accepted it as just part of doing business – after all I just finished 40 years in the ministry where things happen everyday. What I could not understand is why someone somewhere in the system could not pick up a cell phone and called to say that we mattered. That is inexcusable.

Last night as we waited and waited and waited for a simple phone call, I had time to think about myself. Have there been times when I failed to return emails and phone calls? Have I missed the opportunity to send thank you notes to people for the nice and gracious gestures they have made in our behalf? I know that I must have made the same mistake.

If I have failed to say thank you; If I have failed to send that note; If I have failed to return that needed phone call; If I have failed to recognize you in any way or diminished your spirit in any way; If I let you down in any way please, please accept my deepest apology. I now have been given a personal lesson from the Cable Company.

Grace and Peace

Steve

Is My Conscience Clear?

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

“My conscience is clear, but that does not make me innocent.mIt is the Lord who judges me.” 1 Corinthians 4:4

 Whenever someone tells me, “My conscience is clear,” I doubt it. You see, people with a clear conscience don’t usually feel the need to declare it.

When people say, “My conscience is clear,” I think what they are really saying is “Do you think my conscience should be clear? Let me run this by you. And then you can expect me to argue with you if you say it isn’t. But still, I wonder and so I put the idea out there.”

The apostle Paul understood this about himself. He knew that just because he felt like a good guy, he wasn’t necessarily. Just because he believed his conscience was clear, it didn’t make it so. We human beings see our lives through our own point of view. Viewed from someone else’s angle, we may not look quite as blameless.

In the end, God judges all of us: the innocent, the guilty, and those who have themselves in entirely the wrong category. I guess that’s why we need a prayer of confession. So that at the end of a week where we have declared ourselves to have a clear conscience, we might confess: “…but I could be wrong about that.”

Dear Lord, I confess that I have fallen short in thought, word, and deed. And some of that might have happened while I was complimenting myself. Remarkably, your forgiveness covers stuff like that. And for that I remain forever thankful. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

Belly Flops and Forgiveness

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

Isn’t it strange the things you remember? Many times it seems like it is those times we fail that we remember most.

I remember in high school, during the summers I really loved to swim at Madison Lake. I even took the life guard course they offered and did diving off the low and high boards. Now you are going to have to use a lot of imagination, but back in the day, I had a really good physique. I played football, basketball, ran track, played baseball and softball in the summer.

I loved to swim and dive. I remember that we would practice diving wearing a sweatshirt to keep the mistakes from hurting so badly. My favorite dive was a backward 1/2 gainer off the high board (12 feet) and a 1 and 1/2 off the low board. I still vividly remember to this day when I did a 1 and 1/4 off the low board. You have to picture a 1 and 1/4 – that means to land in (or in my case ON) the water, stretched out with every part of your body hitting the water all at once. I hit so flat that I don’t believe I went under the water… just kind of laid there on top stunned and stinging. (Yes, it hurt!)

I seem to forget all the good dives I made over the years and remember with great shame that one big splat.

Last night (Monday) we were eating dinner with Stephen, Joy and the kids at Kick Back Jacks. Joy asked the waitress some question about their pizza specials. The waitress responded: “I don’t know, I don’t usually work the Friday shift.” (Duh, it is Monday). When we see her again, that is what we will remember.

Some times there are people who only remember that perfect dive they made… forgetting all the mistakes.

Have you ever wondered what people think when they see you? Do they see a person of care and compassion, one who gives others many chances in life, not judging but understanding and forgiving? Do they see a Christian person or one who just pretends to be a Christian? Perhaps we have forgotten that we missed those real live dives so badly that the pain should remind us of our failures and imperfection. But instead we pretend we have never messed up and judge others for their messes and simply will not give them a chance to redeem themselves. We forever remember them and judge them on that one missed dive.

Isn’t it a good thing that Jesus looked past our belly flops to see that there is some thing in us worth redeeming, forgives us, and gives us a new life of walking in his footsteps.

Dear Lord, I have missed a lot of dives, but you have always been there to pick me up, renew my spirit and restore me all over again. Keep on working on this old retired preacher… don’t be finished with me yet. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

My Last Sermon at Pine Grove UMC

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Pine Grove United Methodist Church

Pastor: Reverend Stephen Martin, D.Min.

The Churches In My Heart

June 30, 2013           Philippians 1:1-11

Paul and Timothy, servants of Christ Jesus, To all God’s holy people in Christ Jesus at Philippi, together with the overseers and deacons: Grace and peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.

I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.

It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart and, whether I am in chains or defending and confirming the gospel, all of you share in God’s grace with me. God can testify how I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus.

And this is my prayer: that your love may abound more and more in knowledge and depth of insight, so that you may be able to discern what is best and may be pure and blameless for the day of Christ, filled with the fruit of righteousness that comes through Jesus Christ—to the glory and praise of God.

(NIV)

 A pastor had just been sent by the Bishop to a new pastorate. As he set up his office he came upon a letter in the top drawer of the desk. Stapled to the letter were three sealed envelopes numbered one, two, and three. The letter was from the previous pastor. It said, “Welcome to First church. When things get bad open envelope number one. When things get really bad open envelope number two. When things get unbearably bad open envelope number three.” The new pastor thought, “Gee, what a negative guy.” He promptly pushed the letter and envelopes to the back of the drawer.

Well, things went fine until about a year later when things got bad. The pastor remembered the letter and envelopes and opened up number one. It said, “Blame the previous pastor.” On Sunday morning the pastor said, “I know we’ve been having some problems around here, but you know, it’s all the previous pastor’s fault. He messed this church up something awful.” The people all said, “Amen, that’s right” and everything smoothed over.

Things went along pretty well for a while but about a year later things got really bad. The pastor went to his drawer, got out envelope number two and it said, “Blame the denomination.” On Sunday morning the pastor stood up and said, “I know we’re having problems here, but it’s all the denomination’s fault. Our bishop and district superintendents are out of touch with the churches, and the bureaucracy of the Methodist church is awful.” “Amen” said the people, it’s all the denomination’s fault.” That settled everything down and things went along well for another year.

 But then, after three years, things were unbearably bad. The pastor hated to use the last envelope, but he had no choice. He went to his desk and opened envelope number three. It said, “Prepare three envelopes.”

What do you say on your last Sunday after a four-year pastorate or forty years in ministry? The temptation is to do what parents often do right before their kids go off to college. They give their child a long speech telling them to study hard, and hang out with nice people, and eat healthy, and get enough sleep, and don’t go to wild parties and drink … But nobody is listening! If our kids didn’t get that stuff in 18 years, they are not going to get it in a final speech before going off to college. So I’ll refrain from rehashing all the lessons I’ve tried to teach  over the past forty years. I hope some of what I’ve shared sticks. But if you haven’t gotten it yet it’s too late now.

However, I will give you the speech that I gave to my son when he left home to move to Greensboro to look after his grandmother. It was very short. I said, “Just be who you are—and you will do great.” I feel the same way about this church and every church I have served. Just be who you are—and your future will be very good indeed.

In the time I have left, I want to share a simple devotional from Philippians 1. You probably know that the church at Philippi was Paul’s favorite church. In his letter to them he said, “It is right for me to feel this way about all of you, since I have you in my heart… I long for all of you with the affection of Christ Jesus.” (v. 7-8)

When I read these words a few weeks ago, tears came to my eyes and I knew this was the text I would use for my last sermon at Pine Grove. Just as the church at Philippi was Paul’s favorite church and in Paul’s heart, there have been many churches that have been my favorite churches and are in my heart. Very quickly, I want to look at today’s text and note several ramifications of having these churches, in the words of Paul, “in my heart.”

First, since these churches are in my heart, I am grateful for you. “I thank my God every time I remember you.” (v. 3) Like Paul, every time I think of these churches, my heart wells up with thanksgiving. My experience in each place, at the time, has been, without question, the best pastoral experience of my life, and I am full of gratitude to God and to you for the privilege of serving in all those places. God brought us together in His time… when we needed each other. And he blessed our time together.

Second, as these churches are in my heart, I will pray for you. “In all my prayers for all of you …” (v. 4) For the rest of my life I will remember these churches in my prayers. I will especially pray for you, in this church, over the next few months during this time of transition. I know you… and I know that you will open your hearts and minds to accept Robin as your new pastor.

Thirdly, since these churches are in my heart, I have confidence in you. “Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion.” (v. 6) As I left each church I was not worried about you… as I leave Pine Grove, I am not worried about you either. This is a strong church with a strong faith and a strong congregation and strong ministries. You will do well in the future as you continue to remain faithful to your calling… and open to God’s future leading.

Finally, since these churches are in my heart, I continue to have dreams for you. “That your love may abound more and more … that you may be pure and blameless … and filled with the fruit of righteousness.” (v. 9-11) We’ve seen some wonderful things happen in these churches over the past forty years. But there is still plenty to do in each place, so I still have big hopes and dreams for the future of these congregations, and look forward to following your story in the years to come.

Several years ago I told some of you about one of my favorite authors, a woman named Ann Lamont. In one of her books she said, in the end, there are only two prayers. The first is “Help me, help me, help me.” and the second is “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” I think she’s just about right. As I prepare to leave this place and go into retirement— my prayer most certainly is “Help me, help me, help me.” And you know that is Shirley’s prayer. But as I think back on my forty years of ministry in twelve appointments in the United Methodist Church, my prayer to God, and to you, is and will always be, “Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Each and every church, with its own personality has touched me in a very special way… to each of you… I do thank you for allowing us to become part of your family, your lives, your heart, your spirit.

Grace and Peace

Steve

I Have Fallen and I CAN’T GET UP!

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

First thing this morning I received an email from Mary Council informing me that Lee Perkins was in Forsyth Hospital, he had a stroke, and was asking for me. Remember, it was a little over three years ago that Lee had a fairly severe stroke, went through rehab in the Wilmington area and recovered very nicely.

On the way to the parsonage this morning I stopped by the hospital while Shirley continued on to the house. When I peeked into his room Lee was nowhere to be found. After a few moments a nurse came by and I asked about Lee. I was informed that he was down having tests – several tests that would probably take some time. I decided that I would come back and visit later on this afternoon.

I went on to the church, worked on the bulletins, and a little on the sermon, and then went over to help Shirley at the parsonage. We were able to almost finish packing up the kitchen. We worked at the parsonage till around 6:00pm and then she headed for the mall and I to the hospital.

I found Lee in his room wanting ice chips. But I also found how serious his stroke was this time. It seems that Lee had been in his basement since maybe Thursday or Friday some time, and was not found until Sunday afternoon. He would not have been found then had it not been for the fact that he was a regular church goer and had a friend (Mary Council) who missed him not being at church. Chris and someone else went to the house and found him, 911 was called, and he was taken to the hospital.

The really sad news is that Lee failed the swallow test, will need a feeding tube, and will be sent to either a nursing home or hospice. He is paralyzed on his right side, has trouble talking, cannot swallow, and has some paralysis on the left side of his face.

I cannot imagine laying in the basement from Thursday night (perhaps) till Sunday afternoon unable to move enough to get to a phone, to food or water. Would his prognosis have been better had he been noticed right away… we may never know? My heart goes out to Lee and his family and friends. The decision about the next step should be made sometime Wednesday.

Let me make a suggestion to anyone who is living alone and is in the parameters of having a TIA or stroke – please, please consider one of those medical alert buttons you wear around your neck. If something were to happen, it may be the way you can communicate with someone who could save your life or get help there quickly enough to lessen the severity of your travail. Please consider this or a way someone will check on you every single day.

Dear Lord, please be with Lee and his family. Guide them to good and frank discussions with the medical professionals who can bring this family to a better place of comfort and peace, in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve