Summer is a busy season in ministry. Over the course of the 8 to 10 weeks of summer, camps, conferences, and mission organizations provide numerous opportunities for service and encouragement for people of all ages. While it is a very exciting time, it is also a very exhausting season. By the time you insert a vacation or a weekend away, the summer is spent and you often find yourself needing a...
Different Yet Undivided
Just over a week ago, my nuclear family traveled to Puerto Rico to join with our family of faith for the Biennial Mission Summit of our denomination, the American Baptist Churches USA. It was an incredibly busy weekend of listening to reports from our missionaries and agencies, celebrating shared successes, recognizing areas that require improvement, and engaging in discussions to discern...
Dear Diary: In Search of Meaning
Have you ever taken the time to read Ecclesiastes? It’s in the Old Testament right after Psalms and Proverbs. It isn’t exactly one of those books that we go running to for encouraging reading material. It does contain a few passages with which many of us would be familiar, though. Allow me to provide a few examples… Ecclesiastes 1:2 reads, “Meaningless! Meaningless!’ says the Teacher...
The Boogeyman: Distractions in the Darkness
It was a dark and stormy night. Rain beat against the window, the wind shook the house, and periodic bolts of lightning faintly and briefly illuminated the bedroom. In the bed at the center of the room lay a young boy with only his frightened eyes peeking out from under the covers. With every flash of light his eyes search the room with full certainty that, particularly on a night like this, evil...
Making the Cut: Everyone’s Invited!
In my junior year of high school I was cut from my high school basketball team. I can still remember where I was and how I felt when I learned that I didn’t make the cut. I was standing outside the office of the athletic director/coach of the boys’ team where the list was posted. All around me were other young men, celebrating their shared joy of finding their names on that white sheet of...
Discerning the Difference: A Fly in the Soup or A Rodent in the Oven
I recently started a Sunday sermon with two stories that sat in juxtaposition to one another. The first story was an old, corny joke, the second story comes from a personal experience, and both involve food. The intent was to create contrast to help us evaluate the true severity of the situations and struggles we face in our lives. I’d like to share those stories again. It is all too easy for us...
A Deficit of Attention
According to a limited Google search I just conducted (which, I confess, an expert does not make), between 3%-5% of the US population has some form of Attention Deficit Disorder (ADD). I am not a medical professional, so I don’t have the requisite education or understanding to really argue for or against those numbers. But, personal experience makes me feel like those numbers might be painfully...
Words for Life: The 23rd Psalm
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the...
One Life to Share: How 1+1+1 Makes More Than 3
I met Mr. Jim Cox sometime in 2005. As I reflect back, I can still see his face. His eyes were always filled with compassion and joy and he had a wildly contagious, if not a little mischievous, smile that could light up a room. I’m not 100% sure what the first words he spoke to me were, but I’m fairly certain that our first conversation after I joined the pastoral staff at the church he...
Singing in the Storm
This past Sunday, sometime shortly before the ungodly hour of 4:30 AM, I was jolted out of my much needed beauty sleep by a loud and long roll of thunder. A spring storm was rapidly approaching and the thunder was just a precursor to the fun to come. Within moments of regaining consciousness, I began to hear the wind violently swirl outside. I listened as the siding, shutters, and gutters began...
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