So this past Sunday I got done speaking and looked at the video from the sermon and saw a run time of 42 minutes, which is a long time for me. Of course I immediately checked with a couple people and they gave me the requisite, “Well is sure didn’t feel like it was long, it was really interesting.” I’m always grateful for people who are smart enough to say such things.
Still, sometimes we find ourselves in the position where things just seem like they are going to go on and on forever. I’ve felt this way in staff meetings, and in church services, and piano recitals and all kinds of places, and when it finally ends, it’s a feeling of great relief.
Sometimes, however, when the waiting ends, things just get more and more intense. Imagine the people living in the city of Jericho when the people under the command of Joshua came against the city. For six days the people of Israel got up every morning and marched around the city. He priests went in front and the the rams horn were blowing. I can see it, on the first day the people inside the city were probably thinking, “What the heck are they doing?”
Day two, “Really? Here they go again.”
Day three, “This is getting a little old already.”
Day four through six, “Is this ever going to end”
Day seven, “Once, twice, three times, how many times are they going to do this today? How long will this go on?”
Then all of a sudden, after seven times, there was a shout, and the walls came tumbling down.
We are going to look deeper at this story this coming Sunday. We are going to look it at from the standpoint of the people in the city, and from the one of the people marching around the city. What we may find is that God’s timing is the only timing that matters.
Shut your mouth! Having grown up in the South for a large part of my younger years I heard that saying many times. It could have a multitude of meanings from "You have got to be kidding me," to "Shut up," all depending on who was saying it, the tone of voice, and body posture.
Years ago I took my volleyball team from Furman University to a tournament in Mississippi and as a treat I decided to take my team down to New Orleans for a day of sightseeing and fun. I had a number of freshmen players on the team that year. For lunch I took them to a restaurant on near Bourbon Street. We were actually on a balcony looking over the street and the setting was just great.
Unexpected guests can be either a huge blessing or a huge problem, especially based on how long they stay and how much they eat you out of house and home. Growing up I learned a lot about hospitality from my mother. She was always prepared for guests, and the freezer always had food waiting in it for any time anyone arrived.
Over sixteen years have passed but I still remember the details like it was yesterday. Jenny and 1 had hit a few snags, to say the least, in our attempts to leave Madagascar and head to the states following our wedding there. We had not idea when we were going to be able to get out, of if the US Embassy would ever approve her visa. Then the call came in on a Thursday afternoon telling us to be at the embassy the next morning.
We went and within a couple hours we had a visa for the US, which was a great thing, because our tickets were going to expire that evening, and if we didn't leave that day we were going to have to spend thousands more for new tickets, if we ever got the chance to leave. By the time we left the embassy it was already afternoon and our flight was scheduled just before midnight that night. We went back and began to pack. We had to leave the house around 8:30 or 9:00 to get to the airport. The sun went down around 6:30 as usual. Then at 7:30 the power in Antananarivo also went out.
We packed ALL of Jenny's life into suitcases that were way overweight in just a few hours in the dark. She also had to say goodbye to all of her family in those moments. I remember being there and getting things into the van, and having to physically take her by the hand and separate her from her family, from her life, from everything she had ever known, as the tears flowed down her face, to get her to an airport for a flight a to a new place, a new culture, a new language, knowing that her chances to see her family again would not be many.
In sixteen years she has only been able to go back twice. We simply cannot afford it. Her sacrifice is great. Her sacrifice is a choice that she made and I still find myself in awe of that sometimes.
This week we come to the story of Ruth in our study called STORY. Ruth made an incredible choice to go with Naomi and leave all that she knew behind. She utters beautiful words in the first chapter that echo through time:
For wherever you go, I will go;
And wherever you lodge, I will lodge;
Your people shall be my people,
And your God, my God.
Where you die, I will die,
And there will I be buried.
The Lord do so to me, and more also,
If anything but death parts you and me
Ruth 1:16-17 NKJV
God honored Ruth's decision. I encourage you, Go read the rest of the story.
Story! We all have a story. Our lives our filled with individual moments that make up our greater story, and our story is often deeply intertwined with the stories of those around us. The Cambridge English Dictionary says that story is:
A description, either true or imagined, of a connected series of events.
Whatever form story takes, one of the truths of telling stories is that there is a point of connection within each story. I have often used story in my teaching and speaking, because unlike relating a series of facts, we can often find ways to relate to characters within a story and we connect with them and the events. I remember one time I was speaking at a church and I told them I was going to tell them a story that I had written, and I told it from the first person narrative. The story was an amalgamation of a number of different people's story into one character, and the story was so compelling to some that they actually thought it was my story. In fact I ended up getting some backlash from people who were upset that the story wasn't true about me.
For those of us who grew up in the church, and I know that is not everyone, we grew up hearing certain stories. We heard about Jonah and the whale (or big fish). We heard about David and Goliath, or Moses, or Daniel in the Lion's Den, or Noah and the ark. We often heard the kid-friendly version of these stories, and many of us have never gone back and actually looked at these stories.
For the next ten weeks we are going to look at some of these stories, and see what we can take away from them. Jesus in his teaching used stories and parables often. Sometimes they defused situations. Sometimes they ticked people off. Sometimes they brought people together. Always they reflected the reality of life.
Our stories matter. God has put us here on earth to live lives of purpose. As we journey through these stories together may we see that God used ordinary women and men to do extraordinary things. May we find the value of our own stories.
In February of 2001 I decided to accompany the swim from Asbury College (I was Director of Athletics for the school) to the NAIA Championships at Simon Fraser University in Vancouver, British Columbia. My flight took me through the Seattle airport where I was to meet one of our assistant coaches and we would drive to Vancouver from there. While waiting airport I walked into a gift shop that featured a lot of hand crafted glass items all over the shelves.
Suddenly there was this noise, kind of like a low rumble, that started to move through the room and airport. The noise grew and I looked down and suddenly the floor was rolling. The items on the shelves began to come off and shatter in the room. I moved toward the door of the shop and the main terminal, and as I stood in the door way a piece of the ceiling of the terminal fell onto the floor about 15 feet from me. I finally just decided to stay put and ride out the earthquake, my first one.
This past week two earthquakes rocked California within a couple days of each other. They are always unexpected, and the aftermath and clean up is never something to look forward to. I will never forget the sights and sounds from my day in the airport. For me it's a rare event, for others they've experienced many in their lives.
This week as we conclude the series entitled INCEPTION in our Sunday morning services, we come to the second half of Acts Chapter 4. We find in there a verse that says:
31 And when they had prayed, the place where they were assembled together was shaken; and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit, and they spoke the word of God with boldness.
This moment is the second one where they are assembled together and the place where they are is shaken. There is a noise, a loud rushing wind, and the place is shaken. I can relate to their fright, to their wonder. When you experience something like that it changes you and effects you. For the early church it was a key moment as they left that place and spoke God's word with boldness.
We all could use a good shaking from time to time, especially one that gets us to go out and speak God's word with boldness.
Every now and then as I'm reading through scripture I come across a verse I've never paid attention to before that just makes me laugh a little. This coming weekend in our services we will be studying the 4th Chapter of Acts as we head into the final two weeks of our series entitled Inception. As I was reading this morning I came across this verse:
For the man was over forty years old on whom this miracle of healing had been performed. v. 22
I have no idea why the author had to point out the age of this man. In fact, as someone who is, um, over 40, I find it at least a little disconcerting in some ways. This past weekend I had that chance to attend the wedding of a girl who was one of the flower girls at my wedding. Now she is all grown up, and while we were there my daughter said to me, "Wow, everyone who is here is young."
Now that wasn't exactly true, but it in many ways it sure seemed so. So i guess maybe I'm just feeling old as i write this morning. But then I look at that verse again, and I think what Luke (whom I believe wrote Acts) is reminding us of is the fact that Christ can give us new life and new inspiration no matter what age we are. This weekend I got to spend time with people from my past, but while I was away on Sunday the church voted to take away the interim title, and just make it Pastor, and they helped change my future.
So like the man in the story in Acts I am not lost in the past, but rather I am excited about the future. He could suddenly walk and leap and had his whole life ahead of him. I am excited about what lies ahead. The path has taken so many twists and turns over the years, but God has the future and that is where our focus needs to be, on what God has in front of us. His mercies truly are new every morning.
For some reason I just can't get past this verse we looked at during are study of the scriptures yesterday (see video on another page of this website). Verse 5 of the third chapter of Acts says "So he gave them his attention, expecting to receive something from them."
The man who was sitting at the gate called Beautiful, begging alms at the place his friends and family always brought him, was expecting something simple, some food, a little bit of money. Instead his feet and ankles were healed and he got so much more than he ever expected. He went from expecting something to "walking, and leaping, and praising God.:
I shared the story yesterday of how we were going to have a second child and I was hoping for a girl, and God said, No, you're going to have a boy, and he is going to be beyond what you ever expected. He is going to have perfect pitch and be gifted on the piano, and he is going to love like you never knew someone could, and he is going to bring you more laughter and joy than you can imagine.
When we truly see what God is doing we realize that in life we have so much more than we ever expected. As we go to the future then, the question is simple, "What are we expecting?" We may be expecting certain things from God, healing, finances, a new house, restore relationships, but in all those things we are simply looking for something for us, that we believe will make things better. What if we change our expectations? What if, instead of expecting something from God, we simply expect God to be God. We may find that the greatness of God far exceeds any simple thing we are expecting.
And he took him by the right hand and lifted him up, and immediately his feet and ankle bones received strength. So he, leaping up, stood and walked and entered the temple with them - walking, leaping, and praising God.
If only I was tall; if only I was handsome; if only I was built differently, if only I had money or could win the lottery, etc., etc.
Do you ever hear those words coming out of your mouth.? I remember a time years ago as we were traveling in Madagascar with a team of Americans and a bunch of us were in a hotel room playing hearts. I can still remember Jeff Gasaway made a bad play that cost him some points and after he said, “If I had done it differently I wouldn’t have taken those points.” Along with us on the trip was a seasoned (a nice way to say old) fellow from Texas who was full of all kinds of country wisdom, named Mickey Porter. Mickey sized Jeff up, and then responded, “And if my Aunt Jane were built differently she’d be my Uncle Tom.”
Of course we all found that incredibly funny, but I also realized something very true in all of that: We spend too much of our time wanting to be something other than we are, or expecting to people to be something other than what God made them to be.
We come to a story this week in Acts 3, in our series called Inception, and a section I have entitled "Converted". A lame man sits by the side of the rode and Peter and John come by, and this lame man has an expectation of what he wants from them. He wants them to provide him with silver, with money. But the two stop, and they look at him, and Peter says, "Silver and gold we do not have. Such as I have give I thee."
Peter has come to a point in his life where he realizes what he doesn't have, but even more important, he realizes what he does have. Peter's life has been converted from lousy fisherman to one who is filled with the Holy Spirit. Peter has Jesus, and he realizes that is all he has, and even more importantly, that is all he needs, and he shares that with the man beside the road.