When Work Goes Sour

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Sept. 2, 2018  John 5:15-25

When it comes to their work, eighty per cent of all Americans hate to get out of bed in the morning–especially on Monday.

A majority of all Americans wish they did could do something else.      Twenty-five per cent of all Americans suffer severe symptoms of job stress–absenteeism, substance abuse, divorce, physical illness, and the quality of their work is poor.

A few years ago, a popular song captured the frustration people have with work.  “TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT.   Many people are not happy in their work, and many of us have had jobs we hated.  So on this Labor Day weekend , let’s take a look at work and what our work means to us. Why are do so many people hate to get out of bed on Monday.  What would it take for work to be meaningful and joyous?


There’s a very good little book I find myself coming back to again and again.  It’s called “When Work Goes Sour,” and it’s written by James Dittes, a professor of pastoral theology at Yale Divinity School.  It is a book written about work from a male perspective, but with more and more women now in the workplace, what Dittes says applies to both men and women.  Dittes says that we expect a lot from our work, and usually don’t get it.  We expect fulfillment and contentment from our work.  We expect work to give us a sense of self-esteem, to help us find our sense of place in life.  We have modified Rene Descartes’ dictum: “I think therefore I am” to “I work, therefore I am.”

Dittes says that it is not too strong a term to say that we make work an idol.  If you remember what idolatry is in the Bible, an idol is something which isn’t God but which we treat like God.  We give allegiance to an idol that only God deserves.  We expect more from an idol than it can possibly deliver, because we expect from it what only God can deliver.   We expect our work to give us what only God can give us.  That’s why we make an idol out of our work.

When we find ourselves frustrated and disappointed with our work, then a good question to ask ourselves is, “Have I made work an idol?”  Am I expecting more from my work that it can ever possibly deliver?  Am I expecting my work to help me feel worthwhile, to build my self-esteem, to tell me that I am valuable?”  In short, am I expecting from work the salvation that only comes from God in Jesus Christ.

Over the years I have talked to many to  many parents  who worry because their children aren’t successes.  Their definition of success, invariably, has to do with having a professional job that pays a good income.  A dead end job with a minimum wage just doesn’t cut it.  It’s like the Jewish mother joke.  A Jewish mother can easily say the words, “My son, the surgeon.”  But it’s impossible for a Jewish mother to say, “My son, the garbage  man.”

Erma Bombeck has written a column about success that rates 4 stars in my estimation.  She writes:

“I can’t remember the name of the man who spoke at my high school commencement, but I remember what he said.  He told us the future of the world rested on our shoulders, and charged us with finding our destiny and fulfilling it.  He went on to say we alone must cure disease, hunger and poverty throughout the world and above all, we must find success.

“I glanced over at Jack, the class deficient who couldn’t even find his parents after they parked the car and I got an uneasy feeling.  Not only that, but or those of us who planned to sleep in for a week, the speech was very depressing, as it seemed to call for a lot of work from such a small class.

“After the speech, the entire group scrambled out of the auditorium in search of success as if it were the first item on a scavenger hunt.  We had no idea what it was, where to look for it, how much it cost, whether it was in season or what it looked like, but from that day on, we go up early in the morning and pursed it until night.   Sometimes we heard that another classmate had found it, but when we confronted him, he assured us that if he had, he would be happier.

“By our tenth reunion, no one had found it yet.  The men struggled in their jobs and fertilized their lawns on weekends, and the women raised babies and polished the bottoms of their Revere Ware.  It seemed we were never rich enough, thin enough, secure enough, educated enough, fulfilled enough, or important enough to qualify for success.

“Could it be that success is not a judgment of society, but can only be self-administered?  is it possible that success isn’t a plateau of wealth or honors, but a condition that lies within each of us.”

Erma Bombeck is suggesting something here that is truly Biblical.   If we let other people define success, we’ll never succeed.  But if we decide that we are successful enough, if we feel successful inside, then the standards of the world can never affect us.

There’s one verse that I want to suggest that we carry in our heart over this Labor Day Weekend.  It’s John 5:30, where Jesus says, “I seek not to do my own will but the will of the One who sent me.”  One translation puts it, “My work is not to do what I want to do, but what God wants me to do.”  What a novel definition of work, that our work is to do what God wants us to do, to live our lives to the glory of God.

In 1883 two young medical students graduated from the University of Michigan.  They were best friends, and they had been talking for months about their future.

“Come on Will.” Come to New York with me.  We’ll make a great team.  We’ll set up a partnership.  There are a lot of wealthy people there–we’ll have it made in no time.”

“I’m sorry Ben,” Will said, but the more I think about…I really want to practice with you, but I don’t think New York is for me.”

“Well, at least come East with me.  We’ll go to Europe, meet some beautiful, rich women.  With our talent, we can’t miss.”

Will was silent for a moment then said, “It’s a tempting picture you paint, Ben, but it’s not what I want.  I want to be a great surgeon.  But I want to serve my people back home.  These people need good doctors too–even if they can’t always pay.  No, I think I should go home to Minnesota and give them all the help I can.”

Well, you probably are getting ahead of me.  Ben went to Manhattan.  Will went to Minnesota, where he and his father, a GP, gave themselves to minister to the sick of the small towns and farms in and around Rochester.  In the years that followed nothing more was heard of Ben.  Undoubtedly he lived out his life as he wanted.  Undoubtedly, he made a lot of money.  As for young Will, he and his younger brother, Charles, built the Mayo Clinic.  And the world came to him.

There is something inside us that does not let us rest as long as we are living–and working–only for ourselves.  There is something that beckons us to a life that is joyfully and gratefully given away.

“My work,” Jesus said, “is to the will of the one who sent me.”   The possibility of meaningful and successful work lies within the reach of each of us.  That kind of work involves finding some need and filling it, finding some hurt and healing it.  When we do that, when we have aligned our work with God’s will for our lives, we will find our place, our role, our destiny.  And, we will be pleased with ourselves, and I think, make God smile.

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Ira Hayes, An Arizona Pima Native, A Marine WWII Hero

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Ira Hayes was born into a Presbyterian Family in Sacaton, Arizona, on the Pima Indian Reservation south of Chandler, east of now I-10 in 1923. In 1942 Ira joined the Marines and became a paratrooper, graduating from Parachute Training School in November 1942.

After several assignments fighting the Japanese, he helped capture Mount Suribachi, Iwo Jima. Ira was one of the six Marines that raised the Stars and Stripes on Mount Suribachi on February 28, 1945. An AP photographer took the photo of the flag raising which became one of the most published front cover photos on magazines during the war.

One of the six Marines was Harlon Black who was killed on Iwo Jima in March 1945. (Remember this for more details later in the story).

Ira and two flag raisers were sent to Washington D.C. per President Roosevelt to promote the sale of war bonds to help pay for the war. People would recognize Ira and, “Come on, let me buy you a drink”. For several years an Indian could not buy alcohol. Like many white people, they could not hold the spirits but that did not stop them from using alcohol.

Ira was discharged from active duty December 1, 1945 and returned to the Pima Reservation and attempted to lead a normal civilian life. “I kept getting hundreds of letters, people would drive through the reservation, walk up to me and ask, “Are you the Indian who raised the flag on Iwo Jima?”. So use your imagination for the next gesture.” Ira rarely spoke about the flag raising, but talked more about his service as a Marine with great pride. Ira was bothered mentally about his buddies that never made it back stateside alive.

Ira was disturbed that Harlon Block was misrepresented in the flag raising photo with another name. He walked and hitchhiked 1,300 miles to Weslaco, Texas from the Gila River Indian Community to Edward Block’s (Harlon’s father) farm to reveal the truth about their son. The Blocks were grateful for Ira’s efforts. They and Ira were instrumental in getting the mistake resolved by the Marine Corps in 1947.

In 1949 Ira appeared as himself in the Sands of Iwo Jima with John Wayne. After this, Ira was unable to hold a job for a long period as he had become an alcoholic. He was arrested 52 times for intoxication.

Over 100 years ago the Gila River Pima Reservation farmed with water from the Gila river, which comes from the Arizona eastern state line with New Mexico and flows into the Colorado near Yuma. White man constructed Coolidge Dam southeast of Globe in 1924-1928 and dried up the farms on the Gila reservation. The tribe raised hay and grain, selling it to the U.S. Army Cavalry for their horses. The tribe was fighting for water so they sent Ira to Washington D.C. to represent the tribe for water. According to the movie “The Outsider”, Ira got drunk and missed the water appointment. Returning to the reservation the tribe disowned him because he had let the tribe down. Then he ran for tribal council and lost.

Now some Johnson history. My father and I had a family small dairy. We had a radio in the milk barn. Every morning at 6:15, station KOY called the Arizona Highway Patrol, M.C.S.O. and Phoenix Police for a night’s action report. One night in January 1955, on it was cold in the open milk barn. So cold the cows should have produced milk-cicles from their teats instead of warm milk. The news come on that Ira Hayes was found dead from exposer on the cold night in the Gila Reservation. He was buried in Arlington National Cemetery.

Sometime later, the surviving family members were sent to Arlington for the Memorial Day Services. Ira’s mother said, “This will be a better trip in warmer weather (May)”. Ira was buried February 2, 1955, and it was cold. “Ira did not like cold weather.”

I feel the movie title, “The Outsider” with Tony Curtis was a slap in the face for Ira’s survivors. Our church secretary, Kira, found about 20 pages on the life of Ira. Toward the end of the article on Ira’s life, the story dwells on his problem with alcohol and sometimes my mind drifts away from IRA, AS A MARINE HERO to the tribe’s “Outsider”. I look at the movie title meaning. Ira was a failure and was put outside of the tribe’s daily life. That is my opinion. Think about it.

In closing, I wrote this article about a Presbyterian family member, Arizona Native that served his country in World War II. For the surviving family members of Ira in both of the movies and the life story that Kira found on the computer, would it have been better not to make an issue of Ira’s alcohol problem?

The movie title “THE OUTSIDER”, leaves I my mind that Ira was socially disowned by the tribe. Even if it was true, what good does it do to list Ira’s faults. I would feel better to remember Ira as a WWII hero and not an alcoholic. And probably Ira’s family DID NOT need to be reminded of Ira’s downfall. That is my opinion. Think about it.

Ira, like thousands of other men and women, fought for the freedom that we enjoy. Many lost limbs or even their lives for the American people and it is appreciated today.

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The Mystery of Growth

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Matthew 6:19-34: August 26 2018

“Consider the lilies…how they grow,” Jesus said.    There are many wondrous mysteries in the world, none more intriguing than the marvelous mystery of growth, that silent, invisible, universal process occurring through eons of time in forest and field, in rivers and seas.  Without that, our planet would be like Mars, red dust and rocks here and there dotting the barren landscape.

Growth–we’re so accustomed to it that we don’t think about it much.  Maybe the scientists in the laboratories do, but for the most part we don’t.  It is so much part of life that we never stop to ponder its intriguing mystery.

Have you ever considered the lilies–how they grow…how anything grows?  A seed sprouts up and becomes a rose,  an infinitesimally small egg becomes a child, then a man, then a profound thinker who can reflect on life’s mysteries.

Here’s how one man who has a way with words considers the mysteries and miracles of this process of growth:

“I remember the red gullies, the broom straw, the fields of corn stubble in the Mecklenburg November, and in the spring, the daffodils that still bloom by the hundreds under a certain Orange County oak.”

“I remember the bobolinks and buntings, and mockingbirds mocking, loblolly pines and live oaks hung with moss, the taste of scuppernongs from the vines my father planted.

“ I remember making a slingshot from the fork of a persimmon tree and hunting rabbits with it along the creek bed.  Those rabbits were as safe as if they’d been in their mother’s arms.  I never hit a one.”

That man describing nature’s bounteous miracle, of course, is Charles Kurault, and I fancy that he would like the subject we are considering today.

The mystery of growth is so profound that we have no language to describe it.  The biologists, of course, are trying.  They look at cells under the microscope and describe their function.  They map the human genome.  They can tell us about the basic building blocks of life, how we human beings share the same basic stuff of the humble protozoa, but they can’t answer the question, “How does it grow?  Why does it grow?  What gives it that “umpff” to grow?”  Some people say, “Mother Nature made it all happen. “ And maybe, without knowing it, they are giving a theological answer, for there is a mother soil in which all living things are nourished.  Some call it “Mother Nature.”  Others call it “God.”

And this is the reason the Sermon on the Mount has a depth that is not readily apparent.  It isn’t just a series of wise sayings about life, but rather a revelation telling us about the essential nature of life.  Underlying every utterance of Jesus is his fundamental conviction that everything that lives is rooted deeply in the providence of God, is enveloped by it, enfolded it, dependent upon it, and apart from it nothing can exist.

So in these few fragmentary sayings about birds and grass and lilies of the field, there’s a  profound insight about mystery of growth.


It’s evident in the area of physical growth.  In our hallway we have a series of pencil marks.  We measure our grand children each time they come out.  My wife said to our oldest grandson this year, “My goodness, Liam, look how much you’ve grown in a year.”

None of us can force growth.  It’s out of our hands.  Of course, that principle does not apply to the growth of our waistlines.

Look at the plant world.  “Consider the lilies, how they grow…”  Consider it.  Drop a seed into the soil, and you see how instantly it is surrounded and enveloped in a providential process involving the total universe.  Ninety three million miles away the sun beams down, the earth turns, the seasons come, the tides move in an out with the pull of the moon, the warm air rises from the oceans in an elaborate air-conditioning system of condensation and evaporation; the lightning flash releases the nourishing nitrogen, drops it to earth in the rainstorm, and our tiny seed is nourished.  Each little flower that opens reminds us of the elemental forces of nature always silently at work.


Jesus might have said, “Consider the children, how they grow” This is equally a mystery.  How does a boy go about growing up?  It’s the quietest thing you ever saw.  He takes no thought of it.  He has his mind on other things, baseball games, and capturing lightning bugs and swimming at the lake. And all the while something is happening to him.  His sleeves get too shot, his pants don’t fit anymore.  And his grandma looks at him and says, “Land sakes, you are growing like a weed.”  And he stands there looking a little sheepish.  He doesn’t know why he’s growing; he just is.  He hasn’t intended it or planned it.

Like the lilies of the field you and I are enveloped in a providential arrangement that takes care of our growth. Doctors don’t understand it; they can tell you how it may be stunted or stimulated, but the process itself is beyond their knowing–a secret that nature keeps all to herself.


Move up the ladder to the rung of mental growth, the kind of growing that is more interesting than adding inches to our stature.  What is it that propels our minds to grow, to cause us want to explore music, and books, and technology?  We don’t sit down one day and say, “I want to be smarter.”  No, we see something that interests us, and we tackle it.  We want to master it.

How do our minds grow?  A lot like the lilies.  We can’t grow intellectually by trying to grow.  Instead, we walk down some trail of fascinating thought.  We climb the stairway of wonder.  We set our minds to tackle a task too big for them to grasp, and our minds stretch and expand.  Like Columbus, we go out seeking a continent and a lot of other continents rise up in our paths.

Just think for a moment how our minds have been expanded in our life-time in the area of space travel.  We take it as common-place that people go to the moon or circle the earth in a space capsule.  We land a rover  on Mars that can send back photos with incredible precision.  I asked a friend the other day if he ever thought we would land human beings on Mars, and he began to calculate, “Let’s see, it would take two years out, and two years back, and enough fuel for the round trip.”  To be sure, the astro-physicists are thinking about it, computing its requirements.  So our minds are stretched as we follow new knowledge, new vistas, new planets to explore.  And we know that God has many things yet to reveal to the inquisitive mind of seeking persons.


When we arrive at the highest and holiest place of the human spirit, the principle we have been talking about still holds true.  How do we grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord Jesus Christ?  How do we add new dimensions to our moral and spiritual nature.  I need not remind you that this has become the pressing question of our age–spiritual maturity.  Where do we find people wise enough in  mind, big enough in soul, perceptive enough in vision to handle the mighty problems of our dangerous world.  There aren’t many questions as important as that.

Like all other growth, spiritual growth can’t be forced.  It comes as a by-product, something that happens to us as we reach for something else.  And this is the secret of worship, why we Christians believe so stubbornly in worship when so many people have forgotten the worth of it.  For worship is the soul of a human being reaching up for the greatness of God.

Alfred North Whitehead, that great process philosopher, was fond of saying that moral education is impossible apart from the habitual vision of greatness.  And that’s what worship is–the habitual vision of greatness, the time-exposure of the human soul to the highest that we know.  We tend inevitably to grow into the likeness of that to which we give our devotion.

When we visited the Sistine Chapel the visitors craned their necks to look upward at Michelangelos frescoes.    Someone visiting the gallery said he didn’t know what was more impressive, to look at the paintings or watch the crowd as they gazed at it.  Invariably, he said, everyone who stood in the Sistine Chapel o began to straighten up, to put back their shoulder, and stand a little taller, the lifting power of beauty.

I think this is what the Bible is about from beginning to end…little people looking up, people like you and me, who one day, like Isaiah in the temple saw the Lord high and lifted up (Isaiah 6:1).  And in seeing the greatness of God, Isaiah became greater himself.

Well, this is the glory of the gospel.  In a time when everything around is causing us to look down, the Christian faith is asking us to look up. To give our devotion to something greater than our little lives.  And the Glory of Christ is that he puts no ceiling on human life. He knows the potential greatness of our soul.  He brings us, one by one, face to face with God.  And when that happens, we will stand tall…and rise high…and grow into the kind of people we are meant to be.

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Savannah Rodriguez, Carsyn Tupper and Megan O’Kelly were received into the church on Easter Sunday as our communicants class.

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The Big Event

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The Presbyteries of Grand Canyon and de Cristo are proud to present our annual Big Event, Saturday, August 25 from 9 a.m. to 3 p.m. at St. Andrew’s Presbyterian Church in Tucson. This day-long educational experience has 26 workshops from which to choose ranging from Empowering Servant Leadership to Clerk of session training to dealing with the Opioid Health Crisis to Effective Church Websites and many more! Choose 3 from the list and join fellow Presbyterians from both presbyteries in learning ways to enrich your Christian journey! Join us for worship and meet new friends from across the state. You can purchase a boxed lunch as a part of your $10 registration. For a complete list of workshops and to register, visit the Presbytery website at www.presbyterydecristo.org or www.pbygrandcanyon.org . Class size is limited, so register today to ensure you get your top choices! See you August 25 at St. Andrew’s PC, 7650 N Paseo Del Norte, Tucson. (And don’t forget to invite your friends!)

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102 years and counting

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The church helped Lester Dray celebrate his 102nd birthday on July 22. As the highlight of the worship service Lester played some of his favorites: “I Come to the Garden Alone”, “Heavenly Sunshine” and as a tribute to his late wife, Sybil, “I’ll Be Loving You”. Lester’s daughter, Susan, and granddaugh- ter, Sadie (Sarah), were in town to honor Lester.

Sunday July 22nd, was a special day at P.P.C. Lester Dray made it special as he said goodbye to 101 years “young” and ushers in his 102nd birthday on July 23rd. Different hymns took the place of the regular readings that opened the worship service. Then Sadie Dawson (Sarah Dawson’s granddaughter) and a friend D’Shay sang a beautiful duet. Then

it was time for Lester to play the piano with a medley of different songs. His daughter, Susan, and granddaughter, Sadie, helped him to the piano.

Lester’s vision and hearing are failing, but that did not stop him from playing. There was no music in front of him and he kept colored glasses on so that gave it away that he was playing by ear and memory for maybe 10 minutes. With the health failures mentioned, Lester’s mind is still as sharp as a tack. Thank you Lester for being a part of the P.P.C. family.

After worship most the congregation went to the fellowship hall for the 102 birthday party of cake and five gallons of homemade ice cream. Maybe the crowd

hated to see the five gallons melt on a hot day because I got home with less than

one gallon of melted ice cream. That made me fell good that the crowd liked my “cooking” or freezing is a better word.

We are honored to have guests attend from France and Holland. Folks, what I am saying is this, It was a special day for all of us, for a special person. This does not happen every day. We’re honored with a reason for the season.

Thank you Lester for giving us the privilege to celebrate your special day. We love you and your family.

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But God Gave the Growth

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But God Gave the Growth

I Cor 3:7

When John Witherspoon, the only clergyman to sign the Declaration of Independence, preached at the first General Assembly meeting in Philadelphia May 21 1789  he chose this passage from first I Corinthians 3:7: “I planted, Apollos watered the plants; it was not we, however, but God who made them grow.”

Since I could not find a copy of Witherspoon’s sermon of that day,  I can only speculate on what he said.   I would like to think that Witherspoon, was conscious that a new church, like the new nation, the United States of America, faced its greatest threat not from external enemies, but from internal enmity.  That is to say, the Presbyterian Church of 200 years ago, as it launched out into the frontier to carry the gospel message, needed unity of the spirit and unity in the spirit.

So that’s why I would wager that  Witherspoon chose this text.  For Witherspoon knew that the problems the Presbyterian church would face were the same problems Paul faced in Corinth.

Someone said that reading lst Corinthians is like taking the roof off a first century church and looking in.

And when we take the roof off what we see is the most incredible contentiousness you can imagine.  Things had gotten so out of hand that people in the church had brought law suits against each other.  Paul must have worked overtime to keep this congregation from fracturing.   Paul’s appeal to the Corinthians was for unity.  Paul could say, “Diversity in the church, yes; division, never.  Candor in the church, yes, but cantakerousness, never;  frankness with each other, yes, but fractiousness, never.

People who can’t stand each other are always seeking an opening for a new round of the battle.  And so the Corinthians choose sides in support of the leadership of the church.  Some side with Paul, who is the founder of the church.  And some side with Apollos, the eloquent and intellectual preacher from Alexandria, who has succeeded Paul.  With different personalities and styles and approaches, Paul and Apollos come at the Corinthian church from different angles.   The Corinthians seize on these differences by saying, “I belong to Paul; I belong to Apollos.”  Yet Paul and Paul and Apollos themselves always have a warm and cordial relationship.  They were allies, not rivals.  To have the church split over the personalities of the leaders was the last things either of them wanted.

“I planted,” Paul writes, meaning that he was the first evangelist to arrive in Corinth, “Apollos watered,” meaning that Apollos took up where I left off, “but”  and here’s the important point, “God gave the growth.”

But God gave the growth.  Paul separates here what is primary and what is secondary, not only in church life but in all of life.  I planted, Apollos watered–human efforts, human achievement, and no doubt important.   But it is God who gave the growth.  The creation and nurturing of the faith is not the work of the preacher, or even the hearer, but is the gift of God.  The only significance of planter and waterer is that God accepts their labor and works through them; independently, they have no importance.

Look very quickly with me what this means practically, and I think the lesson applies equally in church, in politics, in business, and in the home.


First off, a lot can be accomplished by those who don’t care who gets the credit.  We have the situation in the church of what I call “Altar Egos”, pastors who must take all the credit.  Many of you must see the equivalent of it in the business world.  Such altar egos seem starved for recognition.  As Woody Allen quipped, such people must have been breast fed with falsies, so insecure they are, so hungry for recognition they are, so needing to be affirmed, to be center of the universe.

Barbara and I visited a large Presbyterian Church in a distant city some years ago.  The church had over 3000 members with five pastors.  The senior minister of the church was clearly in charge of everything.  During worship, he led the entire liturgy, gave the announcements, the pastoral prayer, and the sermon.  The only other staff member who had a word in the service was a woman who gave a brief children’s message.  That very style told me everything about that pastor and that church I needed to know. Had I been church shopping that morning, I would have never returned.  For my philosophy of leadership is that it’s extremely important to give staff public recognition, to give them every opportunity to make use of the gifts they have.  In every church there needs to be a competent staff all of whom have a vit  play in building up the church.

I get as much satisfaction in seeing one of our staff succeed in something as I might had I done it myself.  Someone in Portland, commenting on something our associate pastor did which was a stunning success, said to me, “Yea, but really, you had the good sense to hire her,” implying that the credit of what she had done finally rebounded to me.”

I replied, “It’s true, I was instrumental in hiring her, but honestly, I’m happy when she is affirmed and when our church is affirmed.  That means more than anything else to me.”

Do you remember  Peter Falk  deceptively bumbling detective, Lt. Colombo.  A few years ago, the t.v. program “Colombo” won an Emmy award for best t.v. series.  Peter Falk stood up to make the acceptance speech.  He said, “It takes a lot of people to produce a winning television series.  Producers, directors, stage hands, writers.  But when the show wins an Emmy, the star gets all the credit.  This is a very sensible system, and I wouldn’t want anyone to change it.”

Well, we all have the star system instincts.  But blessed is the organization that has leaders who are secure enough and mature enough to share the glory, who know that the building up of any organization is a team effort.  A lot of good can be done in any organization when no one cares who gets the credit.


And the second truth which grows out of Paul’s experience in Corinth is is a corollary of the first.  We are not nearly as important as we think.  I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth.  I was in Corinth for a while, Apollos took over, but God is the one who responsible for the harvest.

Senior pastors have many personality quirks, but all of us share one thing in common: we need to be in control.  I never realized it so fully as when I resigned in Lake Forest.   I had about six weeks left from the time I resigned until my last Sunday.  After 8 years on the job, everyone was used to checking with me before anything of significance happened in the church.

I felt my last responsibility to the church was to help the leadership prepare for the interim between my leaving and the calling of a new permanent pastor.  So I made suggestions of what would work and what wouldn’t.  The same people who listened to my advice and counsel a month before totally ignored me.  It was maddening.  It was frustrating.  It was infuriating.  I was trying to save the church from some terrible errors.  Nobody listened. I realized once again how much I needed to be in control, and how hard it was for me to see something I loved take a wrong tack.

I saw a cute bumper sticker: “Death is God’s way of saying ‘You’re not indispensable’.”    And yet some of us think we are.  We think the company can’t do without us, and we slave for the company until that day there’s a reorganization, and we’re out on the streets.  We think that our children can’t survive without our guidance and advice, and are crushed when they reject our overtures.

Martin Marty speaks of parenting in his little book on Friendship.

“Parents who make exhausting demands for the affection of their children have not learned that a family is not exclusive or permanent.  A couple comes on stage; they are to reveal the family as an art form.  It is not an art like architecture or painting, finished and there for ages.  Their art is like the ballet, to be danced when the curtain goes up and the stage lights on.  Soon the footlights will dim, the house lights will go up, the curtain will fall.  The dance is over and the dancers move on, with memories, snapshots, and other stages ahead.  Parents who do not learn ow to let go are doing a disservice to family relations.  But if parents and children are friends, they will have been learning how to bid good-byes.”


It’s a liberating thought really, when you think about it, that you’re not as needed as you think you are–that when you submit your resignation as Managing Director of the Universe, the sun still comes up in the morning, the stars still move in their courses, and God still cares about everything you care about.  You don’t have to get as uptight over things, you can relax a little more, and what God wants accomplished, God will find some avenue through which to do it.


And now one last thought, and this is a thrilling thought to me.  When we faithfully plant and faithfully water our little garden in some corner of God’s kingdom, God promises to give the growth.  Maybe it’s not growth according to our time-table.  Maybe it’s not the kind of plants we had in mind.  But when we are faithful on our end, God is faithful on God’s end.

And as I said, that’s a thrilling–and comforting thought to me.  For surely you’ve had days like I’ve had when I’ve said, “Where is this all leading.  I’ve invested myself in this church, with these people, and nothing is happening.”  In the soul’s dark night, and the heart’s deep winter, I get discouraged, and I ask myself, “Why didn’t I choose some other vocation, some other field.”  And at times like this we need to be reminded that the final outcome is not in our hands.   We must work as if everything depended on us, but we must pray as if everything depended upon God.

What Paul is saying that when we totally dedicate ourselves to God’s kingdom, God will use us for a greater glory and greater purpose than we can even imagine.   But what’s so hard for all of us is that we may not see, even in our life time, the results of our efforts.  And that’s very tough for us, immersed in a bottom line oriented society.

A final story.  When George Smith was a little boy, he was filled with a burning desire to be a missionary to Africa.  For long years he sacrificed and studied and prepared.  High school.  College. Seminary.  Language courses.  Finally, he was sent out by the MOravian Church.  But he was in Africa only a few months when the government changed hands, and he was expelled.  He left behind only one covert, an old woman.  He came back home, contracted tuberculosis, and soon died, literally dying on his knees praying for Africa, praying for the people he had come to love.

Think of it.  All his life focused upon a dream, a life time of preparing…then he went there, spent a few months, returned home a young man, and died, feeling he was a failure.

But one hundred years later that mission of one old woman who had been converted by George Smith had grown and grown and grown to a community of 13,000 African Christians.

I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth.

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I’m Gonna Sing When the Spirit Says Sing

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I’m Gonna Sing When the Spirit Says Sing

July 22 2018 Psalm 150

A little fellow was visiting his grandparent’s church.  At the door the pastor asked him  how he liked the service.  With the brutal honesty of a four year old  the kid answered:  “I liked the music but the commercial was too long.”

The Christian faith is a singing faith.  Historians have claimed that Martin Luther won more converts through his hymns than through his preaching.

So, to prepare for this service I did a google search to find out the most popular hymns for Protestant Christian.  And, as we well know, if it’s on the internet, it has to be true.

The number one hymn is John Newton’s “Amazing Grace.”  No surprise there.  By his own admission John Newton was a wretch (Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a “wretch” like me.”)  Newton was  a slave trader, a torturer, an immoral man and as far from grace as anyone could ever be. As a boy, John was captivated by the adventure and risk of life on the high seas. When he was eleven, young John Newton launched into that exciting life of voyaging, sailing, and living his dream. But the dream turned out to be a nightmare. Later in life he wrote, “I sinned with a high hand, and I made it my study to tempt and seduce others.” Newton lived a hard life with hard consequences. God got his attention though. In 1748, Newton’s slave ship was nearly wrecked by an intense storm. In the tempest, surrounded by crashing waves, cutting winds, creaking timbers, and the cries of onboard slaves, John fell to his knees and pled for mercy, and for grace. God’s grace, which reaches anyone, anywhere, saved a wretch like John Newton. Newton wrote the song years later while serving as a pastor in Olney, England. During America’s Second Great Awakening, the song was paired with its familiar tune and was widely used in camp meetings and revival services. Today, its lyrics still inspire, encourage, and instruct people about the radical reality of God’s amazing grace.

Number two is “Holy, holy, holy.”  Long before Reginald Heber penned the words to this famous hymn, the prophet Isaiah had a vision and heard the call of the angels — “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord Almighty; the whole earth is full of his glory.” Hearing the chorus, Isaiah crumpled in abject humility and adoring worship — “Woe is me!” Years later, Reginald Heber felt this same awe at God’s holiness, and wrote this hymn in response to what he experienced. Heber, who was a minister in the Church of England, composed the poem for Trinity Sunday. The poem lay forgotten until after Heber died at the age of 43. His wife found the poem in a collection of papers, and shared it with musician John B. Dykes (1823-1876). The song was published with music in 1861. God has used this song to impress millions of people with the truth of his holiness.  Let’s remain seated as we sing hymn number one.

Most people have heard of St. Patrick, or at least celebrated his day’s namesake. Fewer people, however, have heard of the blind Irish monk, Dallan Forgaill, (DALLAN FORGAIL) author of “Be Thou My Vision.” Forgaill was a 6th-century Irish monk who ministered in the wake of Patrick’s evangelization and church planting. He composed the song as he remembered St. Patrick’s missionary labors and the zeal that characterized his life. For generations, the poem became part of the Irish monastic tradition, used as a prayer and chanted in the Old Irish language. It wasn’t until 1905 that the song was translated by Mary Byrne, and it was 1912 before it was versified. Today, the exalted words and Godward vision of the song are loved by believers just as they were hundreds of years ago by the Irish believers.  Let’s remain seated as we sing hymn 450.

Robert Robinson was what you would call an “unruly child.” At only eight years old his father died, and he was raised by his loving mother. In spite of Robert’s intellectual giftedness, he had a penchant for mischief. Robert’s mother sent him off for an apprenticeship when he was only 14, but once he got out of the home his life got worse. Instead of working and learning, Robert chose drinking, gambling, and carousing with the wrong crowd. Caught up in his reckless life, Robert and his friends decided to go to an evangelist meeting one night just to heckle the preacher, George Whitfield. Sitting in that meeting, however, Robert felt as if the preacher’s words were meant for him alone. He couldn’t shake the feeling that God wanted him to surrender his life and serve him. When he was twenty, Robinson gave his life to God and entered the Christian ministry. At the age of 22, he wrote the song “Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing.” for his church’s Pentecost celebration. It was written as his own spiritual story — a story of pursuing pleasure and joy, and only experiencing it when “Jesus sought me.” Millions of believers can relate to Robinson’s testimony — “Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it,” and the glorious testimony, “O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be!”

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God, written by Martin Luther, is known as  “The Battle Hymn of the Reformation,” The hymn speaks of fortresses, strategy, ancient foes, and winning the battle. In Martin Luther’s time, it was an all-out battle for the faith. Martin Luther was a bulldog of a defender, going head-to-head with the established church and her officials. He didn’t flinch when challenging the Catholic Church’s departure from the true faith. Even Luther, however, had his bouts of depression. He penned the words to the song around 1527 as a paraphrase of Psalm 46. At times of discouragement, Luther would sometimes turn to his young friend Melancthon, saying, “Let’s sing the Forty-sixth Psalm. He would pull out his lute, and strum the chords of this triumphant song.  “A mighty fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing.” As the Protestant reformation rolled on, believers often experienced the sting of persecution and even death. In their final moments, many were known to sing that inspiring stanza, “Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also; the body they may kill; God’s truth abideth still; his kingdom is forever.”  Let’s stand and sing hymn 27.

How Great Thou Art was written by Carl Gustav Boberg, a 26-year old pastor in Sweden. As the story goes, Boberg was caught in a thunderstorm one Sunday afternoon after church. From his perch in the mountains, Boberg watched as the storm swept in with a bolt of lightning and massive clap of thunder. The storm hurtled through the meadows and grain fields, reverberating across the countryside with the sound of its astounding power. After the storm, pastor Boberg looked out his windows overlooking Mönsterås Bay. A rainbow spread across the sky, the birds were singing, the church bells were softy tolling, and Carl was overwhelmed by God’s power and majesty. The result was an outpouring of adoration and worship in the writing of the song, O Store Gud. The song made a circuit of translations, German, Russian, and English, and picked up a stanza from an English missionary Stuart K. Hine in 1949. Now, the song is sung by millions of Christians in dozens of languages, all praying the same heartfelt prayer of “humble adoration, “My God, how great Thou art!”

How Firm a Foundation, R. Keene (1787)

When it first appeared in print, the author’s name was only listed as “K” leaving many baffled as to the true author of the song. Extensive research has uncovered the songwriter. English pastor John Rippon published the hymnbook, A Selection of Hymns from the Best Authors, in which the song first appeared. Most likely the song was written by Rippon’s song leader, R. Keene. Regardless of its authorship, the Bible is the real foundation of “How Firm a Foundation.” Many of the song’s phrases are direct Scripture quotations, and certainly, the entire song is a Scripture-soaked testimony to God’s Word. The theologian Charles Hodge loved the song. During one prayer meeting in which the song was sung, Hodge was so gripped with emotion that he couldn’t sing the words, “I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.” The song is so rich that it is worthy of meditation, and certainly deserves the place of recognition that it has had during its long history.

It’s inspiring to hear about hymns that were written in extraordinary circumstances — thunderstorms, shipwrecks, or life-shaking events. Still, not every great hymn was written in the throes of danger or the heights of exultation. In fact, one of the greatest, “Great Is Thy Faithfulness,” was written by an ordinary man in an ordinary situation in the ordinary ups and downs of life. Thomas Chisholm was a pastor for one year, but for most of his life, he worked as an insurance agent. He was born in humble means in Kentucky, struggled with health problems, and worked hard to make ends meet the rest of his life. He wrote, “My income has not been large at any time due to impaired health in the earlier years which has followed me on until now. Although I must not fail to record here the unfailing faithfulness of a covenant-keeping God and that He has given me many wonderful displays of His providing care, for which I am filled with astonishing gratefulness.” “Great is Thy Faithfulness is a hymn for ordinary Christians about an extraordinary God.”   Rich or poor, we all can say, “All I have needed Thy hand hath provided.”

Let’s remain seated as we sing verse one of hymn 39.

Isaac Watts was one of the most prolific of all English hymn writers. Today, he is referred to as the “Father of English Hymnody.” Out of his nearly 800 hymn texts “When I Survey the Wondrous Cross” is considered to be his best and most poignant. Watts wrote the song to help Christians be “prepared for the Holy Ordinance of the Lord’s Supper.” The song brings the believer from personal reflection to bold testimony, to total surrender. “Love so amazing, so divine, Demands my soul, my life, my all.”  In a survey of Presbyterians a few years ago, this hymn was ranked as number one.  Let us stand as we sing hymn 223

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The Gospel of the Second Chance

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The Gospel of the Second Chance

July 15 2018  Genesis 27: Acts 7:51-8:3

OK, true confession time.  I have been a big fan of Tiger Woods.  It=s not just because of my own golf prowess, that I would have been the Tiger Woods of my generation had I chosen golf over preaching.  Not just that.

But it=s because of his relationship with his dad, Earl, which reminded me of how close my dad and I were.

It=s because he was a role model to millions of kids, particularly kids of color.

It=s because he had a beautiful wife and two beautiful children, and that he was the ideal husband and father.

And so my grand illusion came crashing down around Thanksgiving time several years ago,  when we all learned that my hero Tiger wasn=t what he seemed to be.

He talked about all of that in his first press conference on February 19,  2011.

AI’ve had a lot of time to think about what I’ve done. My failures have made me look at myself in a way I never wanted to before. It’s now up to me to make amends and that starts by never repeating the mistakes I’ve made. It’s up to me to start living a life of integrity.

AI once heard, and I believe it’s true, it’s not what you achieve in life that matters; it’s what you overcome. Achievements on the golf course are only part of setting an example. Character and decency are what really count.@

My wife, Barbara,  tells me that one of my blind-spots is that I believe in redemption too much.  I tend to think the best of people, no matter what.  I=m sure she=s right, and that I need a healthier theology of sin, which would make me more wary and more cynical.

But I=ve been tutored by the Bible and so many of the characters in the Bible are scoundrels at heart, yet mysteriously selected by God for God=s larger purposes.

Take Jacob, for example.   Jacob is the second born son of Isaac and Rebekah. He is a twin; his brother Esau is born first, and as such the law of primogeniture applies.  The law of primogeniture was fundamental in ancient societies.  It asserts that the oldest son always come first; the oldest son is the favored son; he carries the family name.   And from  this law of natural rights whole theories of social relationships have been established.

In this story of Jacob and Esau, Jacob (and his mother who is in cahoots with him) both turn out to be despicable tricksters.  He first tricks his brother in giving him his birthright.  On a day when Esau is famished he comes into the house and smells something cooking.  Jacob gives his brother something to eat in return for his birthrightBthe rights that ordinarily belong to the eldest son.  And then in chapter 27, Rebekah suggest that to get old Isaac=s blessing (and here Isaac appears weak and frail and a little demented), Jacob is to cook his father=s favorite meal, put on his brother=s clothes, and put a goat skin on his hands and neck to disguise himself and to feel like his hairy brother.

And the old man gives Jacob the blessing.  He has only one blessing to give.  Death bed blessings were absolutely important in the ancient world; it was like a will, and Jacob, by deceiving the old father, gets written into the will and his brother, Esau,  written out.

By all rights when should we talk about the God of patriarchs, we should say the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Esau, but instead we say the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob.  From here on, Jacob is the main character in Genesis.  There is more copy about him in Genesis than there is about Abraham.

And because Jacob has tricked his brother out of the father=s blessing, he flees for his life.  In chapter 28 we read about Jacob=s dream, how he has a vision of angels ascending and descending from heavenBWe are climbing Jacob=s ladderBand in this dream the irony of this story comes full circle.  He has won the family=s birthright, yet he has to flee from the family circle because he is afraid of what his brother will do to him.  And God comes to him in the desert, while he is on the run.  God comes to him, while he is asleep, vulnerable, in a dream  bringing not the reproach he deserves, but bringing a promise that he will be the bearer of the covenant, the covenant given to Abraham, given to Isaac, and now given to the second born, Jacob.

The Bible is full of scoundrels.  Moses was a murderer, David an adulterer, and Peter denied Jesus three times.

But for my money one of the most despicable characters in the entire Bible is Saul.  Saul is present at the stoning of Stephen.  For a moment, imagine the scene.  A victim of stoning is either buried up to his waist or bound hand and foot.  Then the stoning begins. The stones are specifically chosen so they are large enough to cause pain, but not so large as to kill the condemned immediately. They are guaranteed a slow, torturous death.

Saul watches all this, and we are told in Acts 8:1 that he approved of it.  And we go on to read how the church was persecuted and how Saul was ravaging the church by going from house to house, dragging both men and women off to prison.  What happens to them in prison, we can only guess, but it was not pleasant.

You know the rest of the story, how breathing threats and murder against the disciples (9:1) Saul goes to the high priests to get permission to travel to Damascus to search out any Christians and bring them bound back to Jerusalem.  And you know what happens on the Damascus road how a lightning bolt crashed around Saul and Jesus appears to him, asking ASaul. Saul why do you persecute me.@

And for the rest of his life, Saul, who becomes Paul, turns his passion inside outBfrom persecution to proclamation and became the individual  most responsible for taking the gospel beyond the confines of Judaism to the Gentile world.

How very odd of God, inexplicable, to choose Saul.  How very odd of God, inexplicable, to choose Jacob.  How very odd of God, inexplicable, to choose Moses, and David, and Peter.

How very, very odd of God, inexplicable to choose you and me.

And I know you are running ahead of me now, and you see where all this is leading.  What we have been talking about this whole morning is God=s grace.  Grace, according to C.S. Lewis, is Christianity=s unique contribution among world religions. AGrace means there is nothing we can do to make God love us moreY and grace means there is nothing we can do to make God love us less.@

Some time ago I was talking to an old man.  Nearing the end of his life, he took the opportunity to tell me as a pastor what a Roman Catholic does in the confessional with his priest.  No matter how hard he had tried over a long life-time, he had failed to  his life completely over to Christ.  He had done some things that hurt his family.  He had not lived up to his own standards, much less God=s.   He cried as he told me all this, a proud, accomplished, educated man, and he cried.

I listened, not saying anything.  I listened to his confession.  And after he had exhausted hiss regret, I said to him: ACould I read to you a few verses Psalm 103?@

AFor as the heavens are high above the earth,

so great is his steadfast love toward those who fear him,

As far as the east is from the west,

so far he removes our transgressions from us,

As a Father has compassion for his children,

so the Lord has compassion for those who fear him.

For he knows how we were made;

he remembers that we are dust.@

And then I said to the old man.  As I understand it,  the heart of the Gospel is this: It is not our grasp of God that counts, but God=s grasp of us.  It isn=t how much we believe in God that counts, but that God believes in us.  It isn=t our faith that causes God to loves us.  God loves us in spite of how much or how little faith we have.@

What I told that old man I believe that with all my heart.  AGrace is God giving  us what we do not deserve and mercy is God not giving us what we do deserve.@

God can take our mistakes and failures and turn them inside out.  God is a good of new openings, of bold initiatives, a God who has an unalterable will to redeem.

At the end of Tiger Wood=s press conference he said this: AFinally, there are many people in this room, and there are many people at home who believed in me. Today, I want to ask for your help. I ask you to find room in your heart to one day believe in me again.@ And if I could have a personal word with Tiger I would say this: ATiger, I=m pulling for you bud.  After all, the gospel I preach is the gospel of the second chance

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Three Nights at the Celebrity Theater

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Three Nights at the Celebrity Theater

In the past year Barbara and I have been to the Celebrity Theater downtown f or three concerts.  The first was Franki Valli, the second Tony Bennett, the third Johnny Mathis

Frank Valli, born  Francesco Stephen Castelluccio, May 3, 1934, became known as the lead singer of the Four Seasons.  His hits include Sherry, Big Girls Don=t Cry and Walk Like a Man.  He had a number one hit before the Beatles, during the Beatles, and at least after the Beatles.  All in all, he has had 29 hits in the top forty.  In recent years he has become even more well-known with the play Jersey Boys.

He tours constantly, and here is a free tip, the big take home message from this sermon.  He will be in Phx at the Celebrity Theater on January 19 & 20, 2019.  Tickets go fast.  Let those who have ears, let them hear.

Valli was interviewed a couple of years ago  ago by Dan Rather for ABC tv.  Rather said, AYou=ve still touring….you=ve sold over  100 million record.  You surely don=t need the money.  Your still touring.  Why are you doing it?

Valli: If I didn=t tour  I don=t know what I would do with myself.  I=ve tried to cut down my schedule a few times.  Take some time off.  I go crazy. @

The second concert was Tony Bennett.  He was born in Queens, N.Y. as Anthony Dominic Benedetto, Tony Bennett , was born in Queens, N.Y. on August 3, 1926.  I=ll spare you the math; he=ll be 92 next month. Drafted into the US Army in November, 1944 and spirited to the front.  He fought with he 263 rd infantry division into Germany, which he called Amy front row seat in hell.@  His unit was responsible for the liberation of the Nazi concentration camp near Landsberg, Germany.  As a result of what he experienced in the war, he became a pacifist.  What great songs he sings: rough his songs, AFly Me to the Moon,@ AThe Very Thought of You,@ and of course his standard, AI left my heart in San Francisco.@   In addition to that fabulous voice he is quite an accomplished painter.  He sketches or paints every day, and when, on tour, sketches what he sees outside his hotel window.  And he=s still touring.

Barbara reminded me that we attended a Johnny Mathis concert at my college on the night we were engagedB1965Blong ago, and far, far, away.  Johnny Mathis was born in 1935 in Gillmer Texas of all places.  When he was a child his family moved to San Francisco.  He was track and field star and got an athletic scholarship as a high jumper at San Francisco State.  He aspired to be a phys ed teacher.  He was invited for the Olympic Trials in 1956 in Melbourne, Australia but turned it down to go to New York City to make his first recording.  The rest, as they say, is history.

In 1982 he confided in a magazine interview that he was gay.  Today when he isn=t touring he=s an avid golfer, having had several holes in one.  When he was interviewed on a talk show about his career, he said, AI sing.  I can=t do anything else.@  I sing.

I admire these three men for obvious reasons, but for a couple of reasons you may not know.  The three of them are recovering cocaine addicts.  As Robin Williams once quipped, ACocaine is God=s way of telling you are making too much money.@  Having lived in a family of addicts, I know how cunning, baffling, and powerful addiction is, and sadly, how few make it to a life-long sobriety.  So I salute these three stars for an achievement which is greater than all the gold records they have made.

But I also admire them for a living a purposeful life.     All three of these men are involved in a rigorous touring schedule.  Franki Valli, 100 shows this year.  Tony Bennett 3 to 4 shows a month,   Johnny Mathis two shows a month.

And as Franki Valli observed to Dan Rather: AIt=s not for the money.  It=s to keep from going crazy.@

A friend of mine from PPC and I were talking about retirement.  He said that he knows a man at his golf club who plays golf every day.  AWhy so much, golf, Joe?@  He asked.

AIt=s just the way I fill up my time.@

The golf legend Harry Vardon said, ADon=t play too much golf.  Twice a day is plenty.@

A good friend of mine, Bill Forbes,  a Presbyterian minister was diagnosed with a very serious illness ten years ago.  who had just been diagnosed with a very serious illness. He was not expected to live long.  But he didn=t die.  I saw him at General Assembly.  He had a wicked sense of humor, he said to me, ADon=t ask.  Yes, I=m still here.@  He wrote us all a letter.

AMy docs are baffled,@ he wrote. AI told them it was the power of prayer, reasonable eating habits, exercise, massage, a little snake oil here and there, and a wicked sense of humor.@ AI didn=t expect to be here to write this letter.  And yet, I am.

AWhat have I learned? And then Bill told usC

Each day is a gift.

The greatest gift we can give to each other is encouragement.

Don=t sweat the small stuff.

Prayer shapes my life as never before.

At the end of his letter the pastor became pastoral. Bill wrote,

A None of us knows how many days we will be granted. As you look in the mirror each day, take time to marvel that you have been created in the image of God [and that you are still here]. Count your blessings. Smile more and frown less. Tell those you love how much you love them. Share yourself abundantlyCgive thanksCkeep a twinkle in your eye . . . and laugh.@

Great advice from a good friend, wonderful pastor, and great guy.

Well, like Bill Forbes there is a day coming, sooner than we want, when we will no longer be on this earth.  But in the meantime we can age with pizzaz,  like Franki Valli, and Tony Bennett and Johnny Mathis, and Abraham and Sarah, who reminded us in our scripture reading this mornings that we can launch out with bold new ventures when we are 75 and have babies when we are a hundred.  We can live each day singing our songs, and helping others.  After all ,Yogi Berra said, AIt=s ain=t over, till it=s over.

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