I Just Can’t Believe in God

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

“Lord, why do you stand aside, why hide from us now the times are hard? The poor [are] devoured by the pride of the wicked, [they are] caught in the wiles the other has devised.” – Psalm 10:1

Who can believe in God in a world where there is so much innocent suffering, in a world where injustice is a vivid, ugly reality? 

A wonderful man is addled by Alzheimers, an eight-year-old is dying of cancer, there’s yet another outbreak of gun violence, and arrogant creeps rake in the dough or profit on war. Really, who can believe in God?

Sometimes, it seems, we imagine we’re the first generation to ask such questions, the first people ever to see how much awfulness there is and conclude, “I just can’t buy it; who can believe in God? Not me, not any longer.”

Truth is, people have been dealing with these challenges to faith for forever. Check out Job or Jeremiah or today’s Psalm 10. And that’s just for starters.

One of the really startling things, in fact, is that often it is the people of the deepest faith in a living and loving God who are also the people who ask the hardest questions about suffering and injustice, and take the biggest risks to challenge what’s wrong.

It takes no great courage – especially if our own lives are comfortable and secure – to declare ourselves too enlightened – given all the suffering and injustice – for faith in God.

Faith worth its salt mean facing – and acting against – evil and injustice while yet daring to trust in the living God. Courage is facing that which challenges meaning and yet affirming that life has moral meaning and living that faith daily.

Dear Lord, thank you that you keep believing in us, and that through Jesus you continue to refute all the evidence to the contrary. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

God Always Helps

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

Now may our Lord Jesus Christ Himself, and God our Father, who loved us and gave us eternal comfort and good hope through His grace, comfort your hearts and establish them in every good work and word. 2 Thessalonians 2:16-17

The teacher who was working in the children’s hospital was asked to visit a boy who was in a burn unit.

His regular instructor had said, “We’re studying nouns and adverbs in his class now. I’d be grateful if you could help him with his homework, so he doesn’t fall too far behind the others.”

The hospital teacher went, but she wasn’t prepared for what she found. The boy was in a clean room. He was swathed in bandages and in incredible pain. As gently as she could, the teacher introduced herself and the purpose of her visit this way: “I’m the hospital teacher. Your teacher at school asked me to help you with your nouns and adverbs.”

The next day a nurse asked the substitute teacher: “What did you do to that boy?”

Before the teacher could offer any explanation, the nurse continued: “We were worried about him. But ever since you visited him yesterday, his entire outlook has changed. For the first time since he came here, he’s actually fighting. He’s responding. He’s got a new lease on life.”

What had happened?

The boy eventually shared he had given up. He felt hopeless and helpless. But when he thought about the teacher who had come to see him, he realized the school wouldn’t waste its time, money and concern by sending someone to work on nouns and adverbs with a dying boy.

Would they?

Pretty perceptive, don’t you think?

Now it is just possible that you, or someone you know, has suffered a loss, or feels lonely, or is suffering under pain that is unrelenting. It is equally possible that a voice, an unwelcomed, unfriendly voice is saying, “You’re alone. You’re lost. Nobody cares or can do anything to assist you.”

If that is the case, may I suggest to you that while you may feel hopeless and helpless, God is not. Just as the boy knew that no one would waste a teacher’s time on a dying boy, you should know that God would not sacrifice His Son for a sinner who was beyond the scope of His love and ability to forgive, restore and make whole.

The truth is there is no such person. In every situation and circumstance of life God can and is willing to help.

Please, please do not let the evil tools of discouragement, depression and doubt drive a wedge between you and the Lord who loves you. Jesus is there, always. He has answers. He who has lived, suffered, died and risen to save your soul can help you even now with every earthly concern and catastrophe. Believe it. There comes a time when no message is more true or more needed.

Dear Lord, I give thanks I have limitations and You do not. That means when I encounter that which is humanly overwhelming You can still help. Truly, there is no sin too big for You to forgive, no situation so hopeless that the peace of my Savior cannot correct or conquer it. In Jesus’ Name I pray. Amen. 

Grace and Peace

Steve

Cheers to the Church

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

“Day by day, as they spent much time together in the temple, they broke bread at home and ate their food with glad and generous hearts, praising God and having the goodwill of all the people.”  excerpts from Acts 2:37-47

I heard the strangest story that we, in the South, could never comprehend. It seems that in a northern city at one congregation this pastor, from the story, served covered-dish suppers at church did not attract many people, but she said that when we started having them in people’s homes, the attendance doubled. People loved seeing church members’ living spaces, after all those years of only seeing one another at church.

My question was that the only reason attendance doubled? Well, the truth of the matter was that some people also liked meeting in homes because you could serve beer and wine. But they were drinking wine in the book of Acts, too. From the beginning, the church knew that worship is central, but it’s also good to get people around the table, laughing, eating, having fun and praising God.

To learn about the earliest Christians, who might have known Jesus and the apostles, read the book of Acts, written by the author of Luke. Like the other gospels, Luke is about Jesus. Acts is the next chapter – what happened after Jesus ascended and left regular people to build the church.

Remember: the church has not always been a building on Main Street. Acts shows the church trying to form itself, long before newsletters, building use schedules, church covered-dish suppers and capital campaigns came upon the scene. And from the beginning, the church ate together, casually. They spent time worshipping at the temple. They also gathered in people’s homes, to share a good meal and a glass of wine. And that was church, too.

Cheers.

Dear Lord, help me and my church to delight in one another’s presence, whether we are in the pews or around the dinner table, in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

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Ask, Seek, Knock

Steve & Shirley

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“Ask, and it will be given you; seek, and you will find; knock, and the door will be opened for you.” – Luke 11:9

Do you believe that? I have known a few people whose prayers have gone unanswered. Jesus’ words might not be exactly what they are leaning on as they try everything they can think of and nothing seems to work. And yet I have also known a few people who were doing great, except they were dying. Their spirit and attitude were strong. They bring hope to others, even though their own situation is rather hopeless.

When Jesus said, “Ask, and it will be given you,” he did not say exactly what it is that will be given. When he said, “Seek, and you will find,” he did not say exactly what it is that you will find. When he said, “Knock, and the door will be opened,” he did not say what will be on the other side of the door.

The hardest part of prayer, for me, is surrendering to the mystery of that to which I pray. Our prayers may not be answered in the way we wish. Sometimes I am simply not okay with that. But I believe God is okay with me not being okay with God. I believe God will answer prayers, but in God’s own time and in God’s own way.

In our prayers it is often we who are transformed, no matter the outcome of that for which we pray. And then, disarmed of demands and expectations, we find ourselves able to welcome the acceptance and other blessings that we didn’t even know to pray for.

Dear Lord, Thy will, not mine, be done. For Sweet is Thy will, sweet is Thy will. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

Caring for Those Who Have Cared for You

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

Tuesday I had an appointment with my cardiologist, Dr. Thomas Kelly. I have known Dr. Kelly for many years, you see he was on call when my regular cardiologist needed some time off. Dr. William Gamble was my cardiologist for many years. He was there to see me through my heart attack, heart failure and all the stuff afterwards. He saw me through several cardio-versions, medication changes, and a time of great stress and depression.

He was more than a doctor. He became my trusted friend.

What I have shared with many of you before is that Dr. Gamble, who is only 63, has been diagnosed with alzheimer’s, and a couple of years ago had to retire. I have tried to email him on several occasions to no avail. Tuesday, Dr. Kelly let me know that Dr. Gamble was now in assisted living. My heart was crushed as I thought about how this brilliant, compassionate, servant of the sick now cannot practice the art and science of healing.

When I returned home Tuesday I told Shirley about our conversation and then gave Dr. Gamble a telephone call. To my great surprise, he answered, he knew me, he still had the same upbeat tone in his voice. We talked for about a half hour. Anyone who knows me, knows that is a long conversation for me. We planned to talk next week and set up a time to eat lunch together at his place and spend some time looking over his photography. I am so deeply pleased and scared at the same time.

I remember Dr. Gamble who knew how afraid I was of going through my first cardio-version, reach down and hold my hand as I was being put to sleep for this procedure. He brought me great comfort and peace by holding my hand. I now have the opportunity to return some of that comfort and peace to him as we visit together over the next few years.

Please pray for him and for me: that I can say and do the right things, and that he will find peace and comfort in my care for him.

Dear Lord, help me to help this dear man – one of your called and equipped healers – as he makes his journey through this scary valley. Speak through my words. Touch him through my actions. Give him peace and comfort as he faces what each new day may bring, in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

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Turn Your Palm

3WlC4B5W1Ge4-IWbELvA-BHizhG2nnrI1XxvjZznIYYThis morning on the way to my cardiologist I received a phone call telling me a friend had been diagnosed with cancer. Allow me to share this poem with you tonight because it reminds us all in all circumstances to “Curve around it. Curve around everything. Turn your palm over and become a listening bowl.” God is speaking to bring you comfort and guidance… open your palm and listen to God speaking to your weakness. I offer this poem by Tara Mohr – hold it close and let it warm your heart.

Turn Your Palm

 by Tara Mohr

I invited you in to the mystery with an open hand.

I invited you in to the lap of love.

I walked you down a golden path

and touched your eyelids when you slept.

Then I turned away

and showed you a darker moon.

You live in the land of bothness–

without lost you can’t know found.

You stumbled like a lost, numb one.

You passed on pain,

covered another’s mouth,

raised an elbow against their cheek,

said “No, not that. Not you.”

It begins like that. It doesn’t begin

with an atom bomb or a vicious fight.

It begins with a small silver needle

that sews its way through and

says, I block this.

I do not want to hear that word.

I do not want to see that face.

Instead:

Curve around it. Curve around everything.

Turn your palm over and become a listening bowl.

Yes: this will turn your convictions to dust

and feel like a slicing death.

What is dying is your prison.

Whatever you hear, let your heart

be a golden sieve to it.

-Tara Sophia Mohr

Grace and Peace

Steve

In The Master’s Hands

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

If you have been following my blogs, you know that I am starting back into sculpting. In my endeavor to get back into this I have been searching web sites and YouTube Videos about sculpting. One of particular interest to me is an artist named David Lemon, who sculpts mostly Native American Indian pieces. He does a marvellous job. (Give him a Google.)

As I was watching him sculpt and hearing his explanation of what he was doing, he revealed that he preferred to use Super Sculpey Grey Firm clay. I have used some sculpey before but not the grey firm. This stuff breaks off in your hand. In fact, you must cut this brick into small slabs and hold them in your hand to warm them up before they become suitable for anything.

Today I started just working with the clay – making it pliable enough to work with. It was crumbly, almost like a cracker. I would take a small piece and knead it over and over and over (for over an hour) before it became soft enough to use.

We in the Christian Faith know about being clay in the potters hands. Not until today did I really realize what that actually meant. You see, I have always used soft clay. It was already pliable. All the potter had to do was mold the clay into the right image. Today I learned that there is more to it than that.

Until we place ourselves in the Master’s hands to be made warm and pliable – ready to be used, we are of little good in becoming that which the Potter wants or needs to make of us. John Wesley was an educated man, priest of the church, with a method about his spiritual practices that would put us all to shame. He realized that the clay of his heart was strangely warmed as he joined a little group of people at a vespers service at Aldersgate Church and listened to Luther’s preface to Romans read out loud. It was then he knew for sure that he was saved by God’s grace alone – not his own works.

Forgive me for this wording, but I really believe that before Aldersgate Wesley walked with God. After Aldersgate Wesley walked in God. Before, he was striving to be obedient. After, he was striving to allow God to work through him. The clay was firmly in God’s loving and gracious hands.

Dear Lord, thank you for teaching an old dog some new insight into faith and grace. Take my life in the palm of your hand and warm me – knead me – until I can be more fully used to become what you have called me to be, in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

Who is Raising Who?

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

Last night Shirley and I went to eat at Mimi’s at Friendly. They seated us back in the New Orleans section of the restaurant. The waitress had come and we had given our order. We were just sitting there having a quiet and relaxing time, preparing our minds and stomachs for the treats that were to come.

All of a sudden about twelve people walked in as the staff prepared this long table in the middle of the room. Yippie! It was a birthday party for these two twins. There were so many presents I thought it was Christmas. However, one of the twins wasn’t feeling all that well. He was crying and didn’t want to sit in the chair assigned to him. Before long, the young (20 some year-old) mom is taking these two twins (boy and girl – probably 3 years old) to the bathroom for a talk. When they returned the little boy was quiet happy to sit in his seat.

It wasn’t long till another young couple with a young boy (perhaps also 3 years old) was seated in the booth directly behind us. The little boy was fussy, jumping around in the seat, and generally not going along with the program. In an attempt to control the situation we heard this young mom (early 20’s) say to this three-year old: “If you can’t sit still we will have to leave.” He called her bluff. He said: “I don’t want to eat here.” Guess what? After making apologies to the waitress, they got up and left the restaurant. I wonder where they ended up? Probably McDonald’s or Chick-Fil-A.

These two families begged the question: “Who is raising who?” I know we all have different styles in raising our children, and there is perhaps not one way that is correct for every child and every family.

The first young mom took her children to a place where they would not be embarrassed to have mom remind them of how this game of life is played. Who is the parent and who is the child, and how the parent is in charge of raising the children. Apparently this young mom was skilled enough that when they returned to the table everyone was more accommodating, pleasant, and there were no signs of tears being shed. I was really impressed.

The second mom framed her argument in such a way that the child made the decision whether they ate at this restaurant or not. When the child called her bluff, she had no choice but to leave.

Mom one was raising her children. Mom two was allowing her child to make the decisions on how this he would be raised. Somewhere down the road someone is going to have a come to Jesus meeting with one of these children. I wonder which one?

Growing up – back in our day – there were not as many restaurants and we ate at home most of the time. We were not asked what we wanted. We ate what was on our plates – or children in China would starve… and we didn’t want children in China to starve… so we ate carrots, squash, vegetables and all sorts of stuff children today will not consider eating. When we did go to a restaurant we didn’t have many choices… most of which were what we would have received at home… so it was quiet easy to decide what we wanted. One thing was for sure, we were expected to behave. If we didn’t there would be no bathroom talks, we would answer for our disrespectful behavior when we returned home. Everybody of my age knows what that meant. No, it did not mean we would lose our iPad for a week. It meant we had better find something to pad our behind cause it was going to come into contact with some disciplinary actions.

So who was right and who was wrong? Here is my own personal philosophy. Make sure your children know you love them above all else… that is CRITICAL. Teach them to respect themselves and others. Teach them to reach for the highest goals they can attain. Try not to box them in so much that they lose their creativity or eagerness to learn. Teach them that there are consequences to every action. Both parents must agree on how to raise and discipline the children. If you must correct them in public, do so without taking away their dignity. Treat them with respect in front of their peers and friends. The tough talks are done in private where all parties are allowed to express their true feelings and come away knowing what the offense was, why it was wrong, what is the plan for correction, and how we will deal with it in the future.

If they know and experience your love for them you are well ahead of the game. If they don’t know you love them, you are losing the battle, and so will they.

Dear Lord, help me to make sure my children know that, above all else, I love them with a love that stretches to the end of the earth, and that the motivation behind all I do is to foster greater love and respect in their hearts and mine, in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

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Still waiting for pictures of the Ivory Ordination Statues that were given to the ordinands in the late 1990’s. I you have one or know of someone who does please send pictures to share with others.

“Stitch ‘N Bitch”

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

Today Shirley and I were making the rounds looking for some sculpting supplies and instructional books on sculpting that would help me do it better. After my heart attack back in 1995 I started sculpting and produced statues the district superintendents would purchase and give to those persons being ordained in their districts. The piece was entitled “Ordination” and pictured Jesus standing in front of this kneeling person (one for male and one for female) with one hand on their shoulder and the other on their head.

As we were on our hunt we went to Barnes and Nobles, asked where the sculpting books might be, and was told to look in the craft section. Guess what? In all of that store there is not one book on sculpting. But I did find one book whose title almost brought me to my knees laughing. It was titled: Stitch ‘N Bitch.” It was about knitting… but we all know it was really about life.

When Shirley was young – say elementary to middle school, her mother would make some of her clothes… especially party clothes. Years ago she told the story of her mother working on this prom type dress, you know fancy and all that stuff. It was made of red velvet – which I am told is impossible to work with – it has a knap to it and shifts as you try to sew it. Margie would sew for a while, get ticked and throw it in the corner. She would settle down and come back to work on it at a later time. Needless to say it spent a lot of time in the corner. But, it was finished and Shirley did wear it.

When we served Triplett Church in Mooresville, Shirley tried to get me to crochet, saying that it will help to release the stress. Ha! All I could crochet was wads or tight balls of yarn. It made me even more tense. I have come to understand that we like to Stitch ‘N Bitch… stitch ‘n Lamatate (from Lamatations) when things don’t go exactly our way.

What ended my sculpting endeavor years ago was, after several months of working to get this statue perfect (which was really two statues that had to be put together after the finished resin product was produced), I went to pick up the statutes from the casting company in Sophia only to find that they had broken my original statue, and the finished product was so poorly done (big seams where the mold didn’t fit correctly, and pieces chipped away) that I could not accept them. I want to tell you I was in a “Stitch ‘N Lamatate” mood. All the ordinands would not receive this gift – a gift they knew others had received. I was disappointed for them. I was embarrassed that I let them down. I was MAD at this company for taking so little care of my product.

I remembered, after completing my first original, making an appointment with the person in charge of this at Cokesbury in Nashville. He set up the appointment and we made the ten-hour trip to Nashville, spent the night, and went to meet with him the next day. This man, I can’t remember his name, didn’t have the common courtesy to allow me to come up to his office and sit down and discuss this matter. No, he met me in the lobby and told me that I needed to sent this to China. I had ten hours all the way back to Asheboro to Stitch ‘N Lamatate.

When I saw this title I laughed. But the title really made me ask myself the question: “Are you ready for this again? The disappointment? The failure? Or will you be smarter this time and seek out people (professionals) who can give you advice on how to make it through the maze of stitches.”

My advice is, if your stitches are worthwhile, keep on stitching because they will bring encouragement to someone. Keep on bitching too. This helps you to express those negative feelings – get them out – and brings a release of that stress. Find someone who will listen to your complaints and keep them in Vegas. God has always been a good listener when someone wanted to bitch – look at the Psalms. God is big enough to hear that word and know that it is one of his children complaining about the unfairness of life. And guess what – He already knows, will listen to you day and night, and bring you peace – if you will listen.

Dear Lord, I gripe and complain and even lamatate at times. Help me through those times and give me peace in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

PS: Any of you who have one of my statues (the Ivory colored ones) would you post a picture or two to share with all our Facebook friends? I would like for them to know I really have done this????

Handkerchiefs All Over the Place

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

“Time would fail me to tell of Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, of David and Samuel and the prophets—who through faith conquered kingdoms, administered justice, obtained promises, shut the mouths of lions, quenched raging fire, escaped the edge of the sword, won strength out of weakness, became mighty in war, put foreign armies to flight.” – Hebrews 11:29-38

We Protestants need more saints.

In this context, I do not mean saint in the way the Apostle Paul used the term as inclusive of all of the people of God. Rather, I am referring to individuals of faith whom the church points to and says, in essence, “Pay attention to these lives.  Take inspiration from them. Try, as you are able, to follow their example.” I am thinking of Frederick Buechner’s definition: “In God’s holy flirtation with the world, God occasionally drops a handkerchief.  These handkerchiefs are called saints.”

Sometimes, when I listen to Protestant preachers (which, of course, includes me), it can seem as if we have concluded there are only a small handful of people whose lives reflect God’s glory. The Roman Catholics have over 10,000 canonized saints.  By my count, we Protestants have as few as five: Oscar Romero, Martin Luther King, Jr., Mother Teresa, Nelson Mandela, Dietrich Bonheoffer. Of course, these individuals are great examples of faith.  They are saints, to be sure.  But when their names are invoked so often, and other examples drawn upon so seldom, it does not help us envision the range of ways one’s life can reflect God.

So I envy the Roman Catholics their saints because they have many people of history to whom they can point. The sheer variety of saints in the Roman Catholic tradition stretches the imagination to encompass the multitude of ways a human life can manifest the Holy Spirit.

Who are some of the saints you have encountered recently? I think back over the churches I have served in the last forty years and I see handkerchiefs all over the place. These were people of grace, love, forgiveness, and encouragement. They touched and changed my life throughout my ministry, and quite frankly, I probably would have done lesser work for God without their touch upon my life. Some of those saints may be reading this blog tonight. Thank you for walking with God and making this journey of faith. You are still continuing to make a difference.

Dear God, give us more saints. We need all the inspiration, instruction, and encouragement we can get, in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

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