I Have Fallen and I CAN’T GET UP!

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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…

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Moving Aches and Pains

Steve & Shirley

  Steve & Shirley

Yesterday afternoon, after getting home from Junaluska, Stephen and Joy and the kids called to say they had the trailer and would meet us in Winston to help move some of the bigger stuff. We spent several hours loading the trailer and filling both cars with boxes we had already packed.

We finished up close to nine last night. (That means we got the boxes in the house – a house which now resembles a house that would appear on “Entreme Hoarders.”)

This morning we bounded out of bed (bounded now means very slowly, with creaking noises and groans we fell out of bed and laid on the floor till we regain consciousness enough to crawl to the nearest chair and pull ourselves up.) After about an hour of waking up (which also consisted of a lot of groaning), putting on clothes – checking each other to make sure we had on the proper clothes and that every thing was covered up. After passing the test we headed for Winston to start packing again.

We spent the day packing the kitchen and the bathrooms, plus gathering a few other items from many different places around the house. At 5:30 some people came to pick up items they had purchased 23 days before at Shirley’s Garage Sale. It took them a couple hours to load the furniture and other items they had purchased.

Around 7:00pm we headed for home, ordered pizza, and am now getting ready to run through the rain room and crash in that sweet goodnight… knowing that tomorrow morning we start it all over again. This time there will be pillows in the floor beside the bed.

Would you believe it if I said “I really don’t like moving… and I really don’t like it a lot.” I should have taken the hint this morning when Shirley turned the wrong way? But if I had, we would not have accomplished all we did today.

Stay tuned… perhaps tomorrow will be better and we will accomplish much more.

Grace and Peace

Steve

Breaking in Line

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

Well, it is Conference Sunday and all United Methodists in the Western NC Conference knows what that means… heading home from Junaluska… it is traffic… it is eating somewhere around Hickory… and it is getting back home.

This week at Junaluska was about getting out among the people. Boy are we ever doing that now. The traffic today reminds me of the traffic in the early 70’s (when they were working on the road between Asheville and Junaluska) when it was bumper to bumper and as slow as it could be, especially on Conference Sunday afternoon… better bring snacks.

I’m not sure why it was so congested and slow today, but when we came to Hwy 26 to Hendersonville the entrance ramp was backed up for a mile or more. Go figure? Things seem to thin out for a little while and then came this warning sign “LEFT LANE CLOSED AHEAD.” What most of us did was to start preparing to get in the proper lane. But for others those words “LEFT LANE CLOSED AHEAD” drove them crazy. As we were slowing down to get in the right lane these people raced down the other lane to get in front of everyone else. After a while it was so annoying to the 1st Air Cav truck and trailer behind us that he pulled out and straddled the white line in the middle of the road… blocking traffic from racing by. I guess he got tire of people passing him… not following the rules?

I started thinking what is it about those people who do not follow the rules of common courtesy, the ones who think that it is more important for them to get to their destination quicker than any of the rest of the people, the ones who make us mad as fire? What is it about them? Or is it about us?

I do believe there is in the American Psyche some sort of drive to get ahead of the pack even if it means going against the common convention of being courteous, respectable, follow the rules of making it to the top, or just being nice. And I further believe that we feel that every time someone breaks the rules and rushes ahead it pushes us back in our turn of making it. We see it in the work place, in the church, in the pastorate and how some people are appointed with a $30,000 increase while we are told $2,000 is the most the conference offers (turnip truck – yesterday). If we let it, it will demoralize us to the point where we either start playing some political game to get ahead or stop believing the Conference really cares about you. Both get in the way of real ministry.

I remember many years ago when I became aware of this equity. A pastor of a failing 138 member church was appointed as the senior pastor of a 1,200 member church… with a tremendous jump in salary. I mentioned to my District Superintendent how demoralizing that was to all the rest of the hard-working, life affirming clergy in the conference who will never even be noticed by the conference. I was told the Bishop makes the appointments.

Shirley and I decided instead of worrying about that other lane, we were just going to enjoy the view and the privilege of the moment we found in the lane that believed common courtesy to all people was important, and integrity was required to be the person we were called to be. We got home a little later than some of those in the fast track… but we got home. And what’s more important, we enjoyed the drive and kept our integrity in tack.

Grace and Peace

Steve

Passing the Mantle

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

It is Saturday night at Annual Conference and everyone knows what that means… the ordination of Elders and Deacons. Have you noticed an ecclesiastical progression during the week? First there was the recognition of the new provisional members and their commissioning (the first step on the conference level toward ordination). The next day us old fogies – 41 of us retired from active ministry – we made room for those coming after us. And now tonight, after years of study and examination by the District Committees and the Conference Board of Ministry, we ordained Elders and Deacons to serve God and the Church. The mantle of responsibility, accountability and creativity with Jesus has been recognized and approved by the church.

Now these new Elders and Deacons will take their place in the ranks of leaders in the church and will be the one who we lead the church for the next generation. The process renews itself every year: commissioning, retiring, ordination.

With every new group of young men and women the church is renewed. They continue to tell the “Old, Old Story of Jesus and His love” in a new, new way. There are two people being ordained Elders tonight that have special meaning to me: Charles Lindquist, a former member of mine at West Bend in Asheboro, a former Marine, and former Highway Patrolman and present pastor at Ramsuer UMC, and Drew McIntyre, who grew up in Clemmons is the present pastor at West Bend. Both of these dedicated servants now have received from God and the Church the mantle of leadership and authority.

I invite you to join them and the conference in praying for them and God’s success through them each and every day. God’s speed, my friends, God’s speed. When the times get tough and the road seems rough, remember God has called you, ordained you, empowered you, and continues to walk with you every step of the way. Enjoy all God has in store for you.

Grace and Peace

Steve

Called, Dragged & Tagged

Over the years people have asked me how my family and I came to be called into the ministry. My typical answer has always been my version of the truth. I was called. Shirley was dragged, and Stephen tagged along.

And that has been the way it has been for 40 years now. I was the one that was called and I promised Shirley and Stephen they could be themselves and didn’t have to be stereotypes of pastoral wives and children. We just sought to live our lives as best we could for our family, our faith, and our Jesus.

Over the years my wife and son have been avid supporters of all that I sought to accomplish in the name of Christ. They have been faithful… even went to church when they had issues with the preacher (me).

My son grew up a very, very good and caring child, and a faithful young man and father. He and his wife, Joy, and their two children, Noah and Abby participate in church every Sunday. They are all also involved in the community and the school. Joy is the president of the PTA at Pleasant Garden Elementary School, and both she and Stephen have received special recognition for their many hours of dedication to the school. Both Noah and Abby are exceptional students who are also involved in the church, community and school.

Why am I telling you this? Because I am very, very, very proud of them. Another thing makes me very proud. As you know I retired from 40 years of ministry today. At 11:30 this morning a 45 minute service recognizing the retirement of 39 clergy members was held at Lake Junaluska. It was a small, little thing… nothing special at all. But it became very special when our son drove all the way from Greensboro last night to be present for this small, little thing of watching his dad receive a certificate of appreciation, a lapel pin, and a hug from the bishop and the secretary of the conference.

He didn’t have to do that… but he took the time to do it. That is the kind of people we have in our family… and they are special because of the way they live their lives.

Thank you, Stephen for making this such a special day for me and your mom. Isn’t it great to have kids like this? My wife, Shirley, has always been by my side to care for me in sickness and in health, hear my vents when I needed to get something out of my system, and listen closely when I needed a REAL person to try on what I was exploring in a sermon or some theological idea. She was always honest with me, told me when I was wrong, when my head was in the clouds, kept me grounded and laughing at myself. Thanks to my family for loving me and allowing me to be this clergy type for all these years. I love you dearly.

Dear Lord, thank you for a very special family who have always been there to care for and love each other, for filling our lives with grace and leading us into faithfulness, in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

 

 

 

Perceptions and Dreams

Steve & Shirley

Steve & Shirley

Last night I had a very hard time sleeping. My back was hurting even though the sixth floor of the Terrace is supposed to have new mattresses. I am flipping back and forth, sleeping a little and then waking up. You will never guess what was waking me up.

Our room is on the sixth floor and three floors beneath us is the kitchen and dining hall. As I am rolling around in the bed trying my very best to go to sleep… I kept smelling bacon, eggs, sausage and pancakes. Wow, it was so powerful that I could almost taste it. In fact I imagined that it was almost time to get up and go partake of this powerful breakfast.

I fought it as long as I could and finally got up to go to the bathroom – thinking that I needed to be getting ready for breakfast. On my way back from the bathroom I checked my phone for the time. It was 2:15 am. Man, was I ever disappointed. I sure was ready for that breakfast.

The smell of that wonderful breakfast went away immediately but I still couldn’t sleep. It was back to the bathroom at 4:15am, then again at 6:15am. I woke up with a terrible headache and didn’t even go to breakfast. (Don’t laugh… your time is a coming.)

There are many things that keep us awake at night. A friend called last night about a friend of hers who may have committed suicide. We talked a long time about that and how God holds us especially when we are in the darkest pits of life. I am in the midst of a change in my lifestyle and each day here at conference draws me closer to that reality.

Tonight we went to the retirement dinner where 40 pastors are retiring. We were entertained and given an engraved  gold watch. We were thanked for combined service  of over 1100 years. Tomorrow we walk across the stage and retire.

In the back of my head is not the smell of breakfast but the remembrance of years of service… it is the parade of names, events, good and bad times… Jesus moments that will not let me go… places where Jesus sent me and met me to do His work. I am thankful that God called me to ministry… the good times and the bad… for He has been with me and helped me to be part of Jesus moments with Jesus’ people all the way through. Thank you for being part of my life and ministry.

Dear Lord, over forty years ago you called a reluctant young man to proclaim your word to your people. Thank you for all the people you have sent my way… some to help me and some for me to help. You have been present in all we have become and all the places we have traveled, in and through Jesus. Amen.

Grace and Peace

Steve

 

 

First Mention of Retirement at Annual Conference

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Steve & Shirley

Today we are at Annual Conference… that place where United Methodist Clergy and Laity delegates get together each year to discuss the business of the Annual Conference. This afternoon we were in the clergy session – where only clergy are allowed in and we discuss the changes of categories of ministers… i.e. being commissioned or ordained, status changes like going on disability or leaving the conference or leaving the ministry. Now the retirees have gone through a mound of paperwork and meetings with the conference in order to retire.

Today we made our way through all the other status changes and came to that point where we were going to deal with the elders who will be retiring this year. In front of me is a list of some 33 ministers retiring. I quickly scan this document and came to the “M” section only to find there is no Martin listed – Stephen or otherwise.

Ever had one of those big old green frogs in your throat? He was jumping around in there all over the place. The vice-chair of the Board of Ordained Ministry is reading the names… goes right on by where my name was supposed to be and did not stop to insert the missing name. I finally get Kim Ingram’s attention (conference secretary – my boss) and whisper “My name is not listed.” Her jaw drops, the Bishop is talking about all the great work these retiring ministers have done, and she leans over saying: “Bishop, we left a name off the list.” His reply was an ecclesiastical “What? Who?” Kim read my name… not full name like everyone else got… she just said “Steve Martin.” I am so glad that I got my name read out loud before the vote… someone is already appointed to Pine Grove… and I plan to become a fisher of fish real soon.

Have you ever had your name left off a list of some importance? I want us all to remember that there is a list where our name will never be left off, and that is a list of the children of God. God loves you with a love that will never abandon, forsake or fail. God will always be with you in every moment.

Dear Lord, thank you for loving us with an always love that covers every sin, every moment, and every person in and through Jesus. Amen

Grace and Peace

Steve