I cannot recall a time that the Dallas area has seen snow in November, though I am certain our history has known it. It's just that it is rare, and my memory (albeit romantically suspect) is not immediately aware. But that is what I awakened to today - a dusting of snow on my roof and lawn - becoming the determining factor that my home, too, would join the other 'earlies' in turning the radio to Christmas - and Belinda is celebrating!
Speaking of which (or whom), Belinda was gone this past weekend. She was on a "Spark Ministry" Mission trip http://www.sparkministry.org, leaving me to brave the cold alone. I was fine for the most part, though I did miss her, finding myself - for the first time in weeks - facing a weekend without a wedding by keeping busy with Hospital visits, calls and sermon prep. So much of my time was by the fireplace, with pen and computer in hand, and taking to the joy of catching up on actually 'listening' to the God I serve.
Speaking of which (and weddings), this has certainly been my year to perform them. The calendar shows that since the middle of August I have performed 9 weddings. In the month of October there was not one weekend I was not performing at least one, and this has been one wonderful stretch of ministry for me as I do enjoy these so. As I think about this there is no happier time for a pastor to serve a family, and I consider it a great blessing to have officiated over 600 of these over the last 30 years. And... guess what? My calendar shows I have at least one more before year-end. It is for Katie, a beautiful young woman who grew up in our church, so I am certain this will be as joyous as all the others have been. For, after all, it only takes a 'dusting' of joy, like today's snow, to change one's radio station. (Phil 4:8) Amen? Amen!
Blessings,
Pastor Sam
Monday, November 17, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Election Day - 2014
Dr. Jim Denison writes in his 'Forum on Truth and Culture ' today http://www.denisonforum.org/cultural-commentary regarding apathy, or one might say pessimism and 'checking out,' of Americans in their political process. Alarmingly, I find this to be true even among church members, who, painfully, are often little more than 'christianized' (lower c) versions of the culture they inhabit.
But hear me - Jesus did not call us to apathy regarding any of life's issues - neither the gospel nor our politics. Instead, He has called us to be as salt and light - so that every decision we make and action we take might be with the intention of making Him known.
Some would argue that a "Christian vote' must 'always' be for one party or platform - the party or platform supporting all conservative issues, for instance. But, I would argue that Jesus may be less concerned with our issues than we. What matters to our Christ, who died on the cross for our sins, is that we who know Him are lending due diligence to the charge He's given - the gospel. And this may be done even while standing in a polling line.
In America we've been given such privilege, and by choosing not to vote we miss an opportunity to bear witness to our calling of presenting Christ as we tender our privilege and responsibility as citizens of honor. In short, rendering to Caesar that which is Caesar's is more than just paying taxes, it is modeling our good citizenship before all of God's people, so that all may know that a Christ-servant is, in the least and for the best, a servant of all.
In the end our hope must be to realize what matters most - that sharing the gospel of Christ is of utmost importance, not winning or losing an election. And, that by participating in all of life excellently, with 'Christ-skin' on, we might utilize our most effective voice.
Jesus said, 'if I be lifted up I will draw all me unto me,' which is both a theological truth and a practical reality. Christ was lifted onto a cross to become our way of salvation, and... as we lift Him up in everyday citizenship people still see Him - even when standing in line at the polls.
Blessed Voting,
Pastor Sam
But hear me - Jesus did not call us to apathy regarding any of life's issues - neither the gospel nor our politics. Instead, He has called us to be as salt and light - so that every decision we make and action we take might be with the intention of making Him known.
Some would argue that a "Christian vote' must 'always' be for one party or platform - the party or platform supporting all conservative issues, for instance. But, I would argue that Jesus may be less concerned with our issues than we. What matters to our Christ, who died on the cross for our sins, is that we who know Him are lending due diligence to the charge He's given - the gospel. And this may be done even while standing in a polling line.
In America we've been given such privilege, and by choosing not to vote we miss an opportunity to bear witness to our calling of presenting Christ as we tender our privilege and responsibility as citizens of honor. In short, rendering to Caesar that which is Caesar's is more than just paying taxes, it is modeling our good citizenship before all of God's people, so that all may know that a Christ-servant is, in the least and for the best, a servant of all.
In the end our hope must be to realize what matters most - that sharing the gospel of Christ is of utmost importance, not winning or losing an election. And, that by participating in all of life excellently, with 'Christ-skin' on, we might utilize our most effective voice.
Jesus said, 'if I be lifted up I will draw all me unto me,' which is both a theological truth and a practical reality. Christ was lifted onto a cross to become our way of salvation, and... as we lift Him up in everyday citizenship people still see Him - even when standing in line at the polls.
Blessed Voting,
Pastor Sam
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Summer's End Series begins tomorrow - 'The Power of God' (1. Cor., chp. 1-3)
... but we preach Christ crucified, a stumbling block to Jews and folly to Gentiles, but to those who are called, both Jews and Greeks, Christ the power of God... 1 Cor. 1: 23-24 (in part)
It is good to be back in Plano, Texas. Our plane arrived at DFW last evening and stepping into the Texas heat we were reminded that there are many reasons we live here other than our summer weather.
Likewise, there is reason the church thrives and remains strong through any changes to weather, culture, or evening news, too. Certainly more than any utopia found on earth, it is the forgiveness of sin and our reconciliation to God through Christ - with resurrection and heaven as a promise yet to come. This is our joy! Our 'smile' in spite of the 'summer's heat', and exactly what our church will celebrate over the next 3 Sunday's. For we, the local body of Christ - parkwayhills, have experienced an amazing summer of God's power. Record attendance and professions of faith in each of our summer mission events (both on campus and off) have reminded us that Christ really is the power of God.
So come join me - both tomorrow, August 17, and each Sunday, August 24 and 31, as we worship and celebrate what God has done through the power of His Son, Jesus Christ. My preaching series will be taken from the book of 1. Cor. chapters 1-3, and I look forward to seeing you...
In the morning,
Pastor Sam
It is good to be back in Plano, Texas. Our plane arrived at DFW last evening and stepping into the Texas heat we were reminded that there are many reasons we live here other than our summer weather.
Likewise, there is reason the church thrives and remains strong through any changes to weather, culture, or evening news, too. Certainly more than any utopia found on earth, it is the forgiveness of sin and our reconciliation to God through Christ - with resurrection and heaven as a promise yet to come. This is our joy! Our 'smile' in spite of the 'summer's heat', and exactly what our church will celebrate over the next 3 Sunday's. For we, the local body of Christ - parkwayhills, have experienced an amazing summer of God's power. Record attendance and professions of faith in each of our summer mission events (both on campus and off) have reminded us that Christ really is the power of God.
So come join me - both tomorrow, August 17, and each Sunday, August 24 and 31, as we worship and celebrate what God has done through the power of His Son, Jesus Christ. My preaching series will be taken from the book of 1. Cor. chapters 1-3, and I look forward to seeing you...
In the morning,
Pastor Sam
Monday, August 4, 2014
Brasil 2014, Day 10, 'Coming Home'
It has been a long day, but we are finally readying for our international flight to Miami. The team has been wonderful, but far too tired for me to try to put them all in one pic. Suffiice it to say, I have absolutely adored being with these people. They have been amazing. And, I will never forget how we became as one family in Christ over the last 10 Days.
They are...
Doug Benton
Elizabeth Benton
Gracie Breitenfeld
Carla Cox
Chris Davenport
Jessica DeFrancisco
Sam Dennis
Taylor Dennis Butler
Hannah Gentry
Debbie Irons
Kyle Keeter
Mattie Keeter
Phil Kennedy
Leland Kennedy
Claire Olivier
Lauren Powell
Arianna Rodrigues
Arabella Rodrigues
Araceli Rodrigues
Glenn Sampson
Grace Verges
Mike Weaver
Kayla Weaver
They each have been the hands and feet of Jesus in Brasil!
Now... it's time for the same at home.
Deus Abençoe,
Pastor Sam
Saturday, August 2, 2014
Brasil 2014, Saturday, 2 August - 'From Medina City Home'
The work here in Medina City has been so very fruitful. I am writing this blog just minutes prior to our last evening service here (Saturday night); though I may not be able to post till Sunday. Right now our team is rushing to shower, dress, then head up the hill to the municipal gymnasium. We are exhausted but filled with the grace and provision of God at seeing HIM bring people to himself. In Medina over 500 decsions have been recorded thus far - and in our two cities combined we have seen just under 1,000 professions of faith. This is simply a number, one of many means of our measuring, for we know it is God who knows the true number. Only He knows how many more have received the gospel whom we were not able to get record of. Especially among those precious teens in the schools who raised there hands to say 'yes' to Christ for salvation.
As to our last day in Medina, today was just as full as our first two days here. It was 'Market Day' and the streets were absolutely packed. Taking advantage of this, our Saturday morn was spent on the streets near the cities market and heart - singing, playing circle games with children, painting faces, making baloons, offering social services/blood pressure checks and, of course, street preaching with aid of guitars. As I was doing this, I could not help but be reminded of the way my call to preach was first begun - on the streets of Wichita, Kansas, with a guitar. I found myself smiling at this warm snd reminiscent thought - and of God's power, providence and call over all these years.
In the afternoon we traveled by bus to a a smaller town leaving half of our team behind in Medina City, visiting in homes door to door. It was an amazing day.
We will load the bus at 3:30 in the morning in order to leave at 4:00 am for travel to Montes Claros. There we will enjoy a closing service with the other P70 teams who have been doing the same as we in another area of Minas Gerais. Pray for us as we travel to Montes; then as we fly to Belo Horizonte and board a US flight to Miami overnight. The trip home has few breaks affording us 30 plus 'tough' hours of travel. So we will be ready to see DFW and YOU, on Monday.
Deus Abençoe,
Pastor Sam
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Brasil 2014, Day 8, August 1, "White Unto Harvest"
Medina City may not be listed on any 'desirable place to visit' list by the citizens of Minas Gerais, but it is a city of significant opportunity for the proclamation and reception of the gospel. Children and teens are everywhere - and Thursday and Friday have been packed with visiting area schools to offer VBS/Childrens activities for the younger and sex education/abstinence sessions for the older. In both cases - with each visit - we are given a wide open opportunity to share Christ by the educators. What an amazing thing this is! Certainly something ordained of God. And we have walked boldly through this 'open door' that God has has provided us.
Our amazing PHSM Students witth Hannah Gentry
As in Salinas before, each night we are holding evangelistic services here, too. In this town the church is small, and so we are havng these services in the municpal Gymnasium. And, though the acoustics are atrocious, the people - espeically the young - are enthusiastic.
To be sure, our team is tiring, but the results of seeing so many coming to Christ have more than made up for our fatigue. This year we have added quite a number of older PHSM students to our team. These students have been, in a word, unbelievable. With mature attititudes and conduct above reproach, as a pastor I cound not be more proud of them. Hannah Gentry, one of our most excellent PHSM student ministers, is here with us - and she has led our teams 'share time' each night. I am grateful for her leadership.
Tonight will be our second evening service in Medina City, and we are praying for a great response from those with whom we have talked. To these ends, and with all glory to GOD, keep us in your prayers.
Deus Abençoe,
Pastor Sam
The Praça in Medina City. Our bus is parked in front of our hotel.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Brasil 2014, Day 6, July 30, 'Medina City'
We arrived in our second town, Medina City, just after 1:00 pm today (Wed. July 30). This city lies to the south of Salinas approx. 140 kilometers, is in the mountains - higher elevation, and is quite cooler. So that most have donned a jacket for the evening.
Our hotel is in the center of the city, across from the Prasa (Plaza), where we held an inaguaral outdoor rally tonight to introduce our team and, prayerfully, excite the people here of our minstry to come. The town is quite smaller than Salinas, with a lower economic base, and I suspect we may be the largest 'attraction' here for the week- if not in quite some time.
Please pray for us as begin early tomorrow - Thursday - and spend three very full days proclaiming Christ love for all.
Deus Abençoe,
Pastor Sam 
Our ParkwayHills Men. Ready for work in Medina City.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
Brasil 2014, Day 5, July 29 - The Amazing Power of the Gospel
Paul wrote in his letter to the Christians at Rome - 'I'm not ashamed of the gospel, for it is the power of God for salvation to everyone who beleives.' He meant this, and showed it by never wavering in his task of sharing Christ, the Cross, resurrection and a call to 'believing' faith. Likewise, we face the same challenge as Paul - perhaps asking ourselves, 'shoud we alter our message to our own culture and time, one which often sees the gospel as irrelevant?'
As I thought about this today, I could clearly see why God brings me to Brasil year after year. For here I am freshly reminded of the gospels power, and of our purpose in God's plan. Of course, I know this in my head - but back home, in Plano, it's easy to get distracted and 'forget.' I know the gospel is our power - a power not from us but in the gospel itself - and I know that for the church to be 'ashamed' of this by absenting itself of its proclamation makes us, in essence, the perpatrators of any irrelevance it might appear to have. This is a shame. A church (ecclessia, the 'called out ones') void of the gospel is an oxymoron. The church is so because of the gospel - the gospel of Christ. To not share this, then, is to deny the very power that bore us.
But, praise God, our team - the church - has shared the gospel this week. And thus far, in just 3 days, 350 people have made professions of faith in Christ - and this is only the ones we've recorded. Countless others, in schools across the city, have prayed to recieve Christ, too, and in this we do rejoice. This is the church exhibiting power - God's power - expressed by Christ doing that which He promised, saving people from sin and bringing them to Himself righteous and restored. People are still being saved by His grace, through faith - believing faith - meaning they've said 'yes' to His call. And THAT will always be the most amazing thing of all.
Deus Abencoe,
Monday, July 28, 2014
Brasil 2014, Day 4, July 28
Our 2nd full day of ministry in Salinas has been filled with great joy. It is Monday, and schools are still in session. Due to the World Cup games being here in Brasil this year, public schools have altered schedules in order to accommodate the citizenry watching the games. Needless to say, Fubol is VERY popular in Brasil.
It's funny that we often feel and say that man sets his schedule, when in truth it is God who does. The Bible says that He orders our steps and way (Prov 16:9). So that this 'circumstance' - one not of man, but God - provided us opportuniy to share the gospel with nearly 2,000 students today. From the very youngest in a VBS format, to the oldest in High School through sex education and encouraging the choice of abstinence till marriage, the gospel was proclaimed. Indeed, God is amazing!
So that I was able to go to two High Schools today with a small, but powerful, team. A team that sang popular songs and shared testimony of God's plan for marriage and salvation. And, Gloria de Deus, we saw teens pray to receive Christ.
To this end, then, keep praying for us as all this continues; for, indeed, the Harvest really is plentiful.
Deus abençoe,
Pastor Sam
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Brasil 2014, Day Three - July 27
SUNDAY
After traveling for over 24 hours our team arrived SAFELY in the city of Salinas MG, Brasil at 7:30 pm. Sat. July 26. Though we were very tired, we went straight to the Prasa, where we enjoyed some music and a welcome to kick off the Project. Our team from Parkwayhills has been amazing - for after traveling for over 24 hours, and being both tired and hungry, they brought to the task of 'greeting' no complaints, but we're eager to meet there new Brasilian friends.
With this beginning, Sunday morning (today) began later than usual. At 8:30 am we walked from our hotel to the church (about 3 blocks) so as to receive our instruction and eat breakfast. Each of the teams - evangelism, visitation, VBS, and social medical - met with it's appointed leader, then went out for a 'first day' test. Each of these teams are important to the success of the mission, and our Americans are learning how this will be so. On different days and times they each will be used to share the gospel, though, at the first - they are learning. By weeks end each will be an expert at sharing Christ AND in working as a team and being flexible. :-)
The weather in Salinas is warmer than further to the south, so we are most happy to be here in the Brasilian 'wintertime.' In addition, God blessed us with breezes today - and even some rain (shuva), to cool things off. And that was very good!
After traveling for over 24 hours our team arrived SAFELY in the city of Salinas MG, Brasil at 7:30 pm. Sat. July 26. Though we were very tired, we went straight to the Prasa, where we enjoyed some music and a welcome to kick off the Project. Our team from Parkwayhills has been amazing - for after traveling for over 24 hours, and being both tired and hungry, they brought to the task of 'greeting' no complaints, but we're eager to meet there new Brasilian friends.
With this beginning, Sunday morning (today) began later than usual. At 8:30 am we walked from our hotel to the church (about 3 blocks) so as to receive our instruction and eat breakfast. Each of the teams - evangelism, visitation, VBS, and social medical - met with it's appointed leader, then went out for a 'first day' test. Each of these teams are important to the success of the mission, and our Americans are learning how this will be so. On different days and times they each will be used to share the gospel, though, at the first - they are learning. By weeks end each will be an expert at sharing Christ AND in working as a team and being flexible. :-)
The weather in Salinas is warmer than further to the south, so we are most happy to be here in the Brasilian 'wintertime.' In addition, God blessed us with breezes today - and even some rain (shuva), to cool things off. And that was very good!
Rubileta
This afternoon Chris Davenport, Glenn Sampson and myself traveled South of the city of Salinas to RUBILETA. This is a city that the three of us first visited in 2006, when we were performing our survey of the area for potential new churches. Parkwayhills then returned in 2009, to perform a mission trip here and to help in planting the church. Now, through by our church to P70 through the budget, a building has been constructed and a Pastor has been called. While there where we met with a handful of members and the pastor to see the bldg, pray, and give God all praise. Gloria Deus!
Tonight will be our first evangelistic service in the Salinas church. I am preaching, and my text concerns the woman with the issue of blood. No one saw her that day - the day she was healed, but Jesus. And when HE saw her He knew - because He felt His power flow moving for His very self to her. When this happened, she was healed - and that's the same way we are healed and changed today. Simply by reaching out to the ONE who can make us whole.
Deus Abencõe,
Pastor Sam
This afternoon Chris Davenport, Glenn Sampson and myself traveled South of the city of Salinas to RUBILETA. This is a city that the three of us first visited in 2006, when we were performing our survey of the area for potential new churches. Parkwayhills then returned in 2009, to perform a mission trip here and to help in planting the church. Now, through by our church to P70 through the budget, a building has been constructed and a Pastor has been called. While there where we met with a handful of members and the pastor to see the bldg, pray, and give God all praise. Gloria Deus!
Tonight will be our first evangelistic service in the Salinas church. I am preaching, and my text concerns the woman with the issue of blood. No one saw her that day - the day she was healed, but Jesus. And when HE saw her He knew - because He felt His power flow moving for His very self to her. When this happened, she was healed - and that's the same way we are healed and changed today. Simply by reaching out to the ONE who can make us whole.
Deus Abencõe,
Pastor Sam
Friday, July 25, 2014
Brasil 2014 - Day One, 'The Journey There'
We begin our journey today by flying out of DFW this evening to Miami, where we will take an overnight flight to the Brasilian city of Belo Horizonte. We will arrive there at approx. 8:30 am on Saturday morning, go through customs, then load onto a smaller airline which will fly us north to the city of Montes Claros. Arriving at Montes Claros Saturday early afternoon, we will see and join many of the P70 leadership, including Pastor Jairos Campos, the P70 Executive Director and our ParkwayHills Missionary. We will also have time to say 'hello' to Pastor Brad Martin and his team from Shady Oaks Baptist Church in Hurst Texas, who has been on the first leg of this years July Mission to Minas Gerais. Pastor Brad has reported regularly to me - telling of great success and extraordinary moving of God's Spirit.
This year we are taking a wonderful group from Parkwayhills, made up of both adults and students. Many of these students are making the trip with their fathers - so we have new contingency of ParkwayHills men being introduced to this exciting work that our church has partnered with for the last 8 years.
Please pray for us as we travel, and as arrive, finally, at the locale of the first the leg of our mission - Salinas, MG (Minas Gerais), Brasil.
Deus Abençoe
Pastor Sam
This year we are taking a wonderful group from Parkwayhills, made up of both adults and students. Many of these students are making the trip with their fathers - so we have new contingency of ParkwayHills men being introduced to this exciting work that our church has partnered with for the last 8 years.
Please pray for us as we travel, and as arrive, finally, at the locale of the first the leg of our mission - Salinas, MG (Minas Gerais), Brasil.
Deus Abençoe
Pastor Sam
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Alberto and Anna
Alberto is from Cuba, and Anna, his wife, El-Salvador. They live next door to our son, Trey, who is renting a home in south Dallas County, not far from where Spur 408 becomes Clark Rd., at the westernmost edge of Ducanville. He and 3 other DBU classmates have moved 'off campus' for their Senior year - entering that stage of living 'on their own,' and experiencing what it means, yard work et al, to take care of a house.
So today Belinda and I went to visit Trey with but a few of my yard tools in hand. Arriving I could see I was in trouble - that I'd not brought quite enough. Trey's 'yard' (such as it was) was out of control. Still... we went after it, my son and me, with what might appear to any observing as little more than sickle and brawn.
Now next door to Trey Alberto was busy working at building a new fence around his property. He and I began exchanging pleasantries. 'I've lived here Diez Años,' he said proudly. And, as we talked further, he began enthusiastically offering us his lawn-mower, tools and the ready conversation and camaraderie of a neighbor delighted to make our acquaintance. I learned Alberto owned his own 'rig' and worked as an independent long-haul, trucker. I learned he liked boxing, BB'Q-ing, family and the outdoors. I learned that though he was a proud Cuban, he would not go back. That he'd never met a preacher before - I was his first, and that he was 'surprised' at learning I liked old cars and 'beisbol,' too.
As the afternoon carried on, I watched Alberto as Alberto watched Trey and me. I watched him mix cement in a wheelbarrow then carefully clean each of his tools before putting them away. I listened and enjoyed the warm, pleasant sounds of men - his friends - joking with each other as they worked the afternoon away. I watched him as he smiled and gave his wife, Anna, a hug each time she came out to see how things were. I saw, with the eyes of man of such privilege too, how he loved her and she loved him - then watched, over and over, as he continued offering Trey and me his hand, advice, and bits of encouragement along our way.
When time came for me to leave, one thing more happened - perhaps the most profound of that day. As I was packing my truck Alberto bounded out his front door to offer us each a beautiful demitasse of Cuban 'café.' The coffee was strong, rich, delicious and bitter-sweet. I thanked him, of course - for both the coffee and his help - then expressed how pleased I was to enjoy his kindness and fortune of my son living next door to a man such as he. With a huge smile on his face, Alberto turned to say, 'But we are neighbors, Amigo, - like family! In America we are supposed to be kind. For we've been given so very much. Si?'
As I looked into his eyes I could not help but wonder and pine, 'might I expect one such as he from the place where I live?' 'Thirty miles close, but seemingly, now, so far, far away?' I climbed into my truck and, waving goodbye to my new friend, I prayed so. I prayed this might be so from me and from you, too. For America could use, always, more Alberto's.
Lord, may it begin in me.
Pastor Sam
So today Belinda and I went to visit Trey with but a few of my yard tools in hand. Arriving I could see I was in trouble - that I'd not brought quite enough. Trey's 'yard' (such as it was) was out of control. Still... we went after it, my son and me, with what might appear to any observing as little more than sickle and brawn.
Now next door to Trey Alberto was busy working at building a new fence around his property. He and I began exchanging pleasantries. 'I've lived here Diez Años,' he said proudly. And, as we talked further, he began enthusiastically offering us his lawn-mower, tools and the ready conversation and camaraderie of a neighbor delighted to make our acquaintance. I learned Alberto owned his own 'rig' and worked as an independent long-haul, trucker. I learned he liked boxing, BB'Q-ing, family and the outdoors. I learned that though he was a proud Cuban, he would not go back. That he'd never met a preacher before - I was his first, and that he was 'surprised' at learning I liked old cars and 'beisbol,' too.
As the afternoon carried on, I watched Alberto as Alberto watched Trey and me. I watched him mix cement in a wheelbarrow then carefully clean each of his tools before putting them away. I listened and enjoyed the warm, pleasant sounds of men - his friends - joking with each other as they worked the afternoon away. I watched him as he smiled and gave his wife, Anna, a hug each time she came out to see how things were. I saw, with the eyes of man of such privilege too, how he loved her and she loved him - then watched, over and over, as he continued offering Trey and me his hand, advice, and bits of encouragement along our way.
When time came for me to leave, one thing more happened - perhaps the most profound of that day. As I was packing my truck Alberto bounded out his front door to offer us each a beautiful demitasse of Cuban 'café.' The coffee was strong, rich, delicious and bitter-sweet. I thanked him, of course - for both the coffee and his help - then expressed how pleased I was to enjoy his kindness and fortune of my son living next door to a man such as he. With a huge smile on his face, Alberto turned to say, 'But we are neighbors, Amigo, - like family! In America we are supposed to be kind. For we've been given so very much. Si?'
As I looked into his eyes I could not help but wonder and pine, 'might I expect one such as he from the place where I live?' 'Thirty miles close, but seemingly, now, so far, far away?' I climbed into my truck and, waving goodbye to my new friend, I prayed so. I prayed this might be so from me and from you, too. For America could use, always, more Alberto's.
Lord, may it begin in me.
Pastor Sam
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
When I'm 64
A few weeks back I purchased 2 tickets for the Paul McCartney concert coming to Dallas. It was scheduled for Monday, June 16 - which happened to be 18 days after my 64th birthday (thank you very much, Paul). Of course I paid more than I wanted to, but thought, ..."Oh well, I may never get to see him again, and this will be an opportunity to share a memory with my son, Trey." But then this happened - just days before McCartney was scheduled to perform I received an email from our ticket vendor saying, ... "We regret to inform you that Paul McCartney, the event you purchased tickets for in Order #_______, has been postponed." Oh my! I thought. Paul McCartney is sick. He's has a virus!!! Mmmmm? I guess this can happen when you're, let's see... 72. Arrrggghhh!
Of course, today, I saw this post with some good news - Ringo Starr (2 hours ago, via Rolling Stone magazine) reports, "Paul is getting fit and is ready to rock." And Ringo should know, I would think, as he is about to turn 74 this July 7. Which is precisely why I am holding onto my tickets for the new, rescheduled, date - Monday, October 13, and will be there 'with bells on,' as 'they' say.
Yet, alas, I am a preacher - one who knows better, or at least should. For though I am naturally hopeful regarding any tomorrow, I also know this is not where my ultimate hope rests. According to God's Word my hope is anchored in Christ - in what He has done for me on the cross by reconciling me, a sinner, to God. As the old song sings, my anchor holds and grips the solid Rock, Jesus. Even more, this same Jesus who died for my sins teaches this concerning the life we are now to live ... 'take no thought (do not be anxious) of (or, for) tomorrow, for tomorrow has enough trouble of it's own.' (Matt. 6:34) So that the last time I checked my calendar, October 13, 2014 remains a 'tomorrow' date, and certainly not something I'm to place my hope in or upon.
I recently read an article by a person who works in 'palliative' care - caring for people who are sent home to die. The article lists five most common regrets by those facing life's end. http://www.trueactivist.com/nurse-reveals-the-top-5-regrets-people-make-on-their-deathbed/ The thing that struck me was that much of the things listed seemed to deal with some manner of each person feeling they'd 'missed out' on the 'nowness' of their opportunities and relationships - not spending more time with friends, family or, even, their own thoughts.
In today's culture of tight schedules, plans and anxious anticipation it's easy to miss the now. The more moments we spend anticipating, the more moments we miss. For example, Trey and I did not make the anticipated McCartney concert but we did something else on that June day - we sat together for a moment and shared McCartney tunes with one another on our own guitars. It was a good day. One we enjoyed very much. One of the tunes we shared is credited to Lennon-McCartney, with telling lyrics, which sing this:
"He's a real Nowhere Man
Sitting in his Nowhere Land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody"
So I don't know about you, but I think I'll go out and live today as best I possibly can, by the grace and under the blessing of Almighty God. For I am certainly not a Nowhere Man. I am a Somewhere Man. Living here today by God's good grace and providence, and headed home to Him in some tomorrow yet to come - whenever that may be. For, after all, today I am both His and...
Yours for Sixty Four!
Pastor Sam
http://www.trueactivist.com/nurse-reveals-the-top-5-regrets-people-make-on-their-deathbed/
Of course, today, I saw this post with some good news - Ringo Starr (2 hours ago, via Rolling Stone magazine) reports, "Paul is getting fit and is ready to rock." And Ringo should know, I would think, as he is about to turn 74 this July 7. Which is precisely why I am holding onto my tickets for the new, rescheduled, date - Monday, October 13, and will be there 'with bells on,' as 'they' say.
Yet, alas, I am a preacher - one who knows better, or at least should. For though I am naturally hopeful regarding any tomorrow, I also know this is not where my ultimate hope rests. According to God's Word my hope is anchored in Christ - in what He has done for me on the cross by reconciling me, a sinner, to God. As the old song sings, my anchor holds and grips the solid Rock, Jesus. Even more, this same Jesus who died for my sins teaches this concerning the life we are now to live ... 'take no thought (do not be anxious) of (or, for) tomorrow, for tomorrow has enough trouble of it's own.' (Matt. 6:34) So that the last time I checked my calendar, October 13, 2014 remains a 'tomorrow' date, and certainly not something I'm to place my hope in or upon.
I recently read an article by a person who works in 'palliative' care - caring for people who are sent home to die. The article lists five most common regrets by those facing life's end. http://www.trueactivist.com/nurse-reveals-the-top-5-regrets-people-make-on-their-deathbed/ The thing that struck me was that much of the things listed seemed to deal with some manner of each person feeling they'd 'missed out' on the 'nowness' of their opportunities and relationships - not spending more time with friends, family or, even, their own thoughts.
In today's culture of tight schedules, plans and anxious anticipation it's easy to miss the now. The more moments we spend anticipating, the more moments we miss. For example, Trey and I did not make the anticipated McCartney concert but we did something else on that June day - we sat together for a moment and shared McCartney tunes with one another on our own guitars. It was a good day. One we enjoyed very much. One of the tunes we shared is credited to Lennon-McCartney, with telling lyrics, which sing this:
"He's a real Nowhere Man
Sitting in his Nowhere Land
Making all his nowhere plans for nobody"
So I don't know about you, but I think I'll go out and live today as best I possibly can, by the grace and under the blessing of Almighty God. For I am certainly not a Nowhere Man. I am a Somewhere Man. Living here today by God's good grace and providence, and headed home to Him in some tomorrow yet to come - whenever that may be. For, after all, today I am both His and...
Yours for Sixty Four!
Pastor Sam
http://www.trueactivist.com/nurse-reveals-the-top-5-regrets-people-make-on-their-deathbed/
Monday, April 14, 2014
Monday, April 14, Garland, Texas
There were many things I thought I might do this week as I readied for Easter Sunday, but sitting in an ICU room at Baylor, Garland was not one of them. However, now that I am, looking about this room and my Mom - struggling so to live - I am reminded of many things.
Mom has lived most of her adult life here in Garland, Texas (save a family sojourn to Kansas for Dad's job, ca. 1964-72). She and Dad bought their first home here when I was a toddler - sometime around 1952 - and each of my brothers and sisters, along with me when young, lived a substantial part of our lives in this place. Like many other Garland-ers, Mom worked for Kraft Foods. Here we attended public school, church, and frequented her ballparks and skating rinks. For a short time, Dad moved us 'up and out,' to the White Rock area of Dallas, where we attended Wilshire Baptist Church just down the street from our home. But in his heart of hearts Dad was a 'Garland man' - and so we returned for those years prior to our move to Kansas. When my family did move back to Texas, some years later and after I was grown and on my own, there was no question as to where they'd live. It was Garland!
Not far from this Hospital room is 'Duck' creek, which meanders through the heart of the town. As a boy I would play and fish in this creek for crawdads. One summer I carved a boat from a piece of wood, painted it and fashioned a 'made with a stick' mast and handkerchief sail. Then, with my boat tied to a string, I spent hours watching as it floated down the creek only to be pulled back to me time after time. The summer before we moved away my string broke, and I could not catch it because of flood waters. I stood resigned on the creek's bank and watched as 'my' boat floated away, like an old friend, wondering of Kansas and growing up.
Thinking further back, there were many Saturday's I would ride my bike north up First Street, to the town square, where with my 'Fifty cent' allowance I could watch a movie and buy a candy bar and coke. Just as good was my other option - which was riding my bike to nearby Kenwood Shopping Center and Woolworth's, where I could saddle up to the soda fountain and order a "3 Scoop" Banana Split. With this option I'd have money left over. Not a lot, but enough to leave a tip - like Dad, which made me feel good and so grown up.
In my memory Easter was always a happy day. At Easter-time I'd get a new shirt and tie - usually from Sears or J.C. Penny's, and, once in a while, I'd also get a new 'store bought' suit. My sisters always got new dresses, and we'd take a family picture all dressed up 'to the nines'. I was careful to want my ties to look just like Dad's and my shoes to shine like his, too. So he'd help me with both as we sat on the porch to talk while the girls finished dressing. Mom always looked so pretty. She'd wear both a hat and summer gloves - and I felt we must have been the handsomest family around - or at least at our church, so I thought.
But now, as I sit here quietly watching Mom, I am grateful for something other. I am grateful that Easter for my family was more than new clothes and a picture. For, for us - Mom included - it was a day of worship and celebration that Jesus had come and that victory over sin and death was real. Confessedly, I didn't think much of death then. In fact, I did not really think of it at all. Death was for old people and people who were sick. Not for me! Not for my Mom, my sisters, or Dad! Not back then.
Of course so much has happened since those days gone by. Did God know I'd be sitting here today, less than 2 miles from where I once played? The answer is, 'yes, He did!' And... He also knew that the boy of then would be both a pastor and son today. A man, now ever so grateful for this Easter, which represents much more than wonderful memories. One so grateful, today, for the cross and the truth - that because He lives so too will Mom, Dad, my family and me!
Happy Easter, indeed -
Pastor Sam
http://open.spotify.com/track/6jgDhbzfHWmQoVlUvDoaWX
are not alone.
Mom has lived most of her adult life here in Garland, Texas (save a family sojourn to Kansas for Dad's job, ca. 1964-72). She and Dad bought their first home here when I was a toddler - sometime around 1952 - and each of my brothers and sisters, along with me when young, lived a substantial part of our lives in this place. Like many other Garland-ers, Mom worked for Kraft Foods. Here we attended public school, church, and frequented her ballparks and skating rinks. For a short time, Dad moved us 'up and out,' to the White Rock area of Dallas, where we attended Wilshire Baptist Church just down the street from our home. But in his heart of hearts Dad was a 'Garland man' - and so we returned for those years prior to our move to Kansas. When my family did move back to Texas, some years later and after I was grown and on my own, there was no question as to where they'd live. It was Garland!
Not far from this Hospital room is 'Duck' creek, which meanders through the heart of the town. As a boy I would play and fish in this creek for crawdads. One summer I carved a boat from a piece of wood, painted it and fashioned a 'made with a stick' mast and handkerchief sail. Then, with my boat tied to a string, I spent hours watching as it floated down the creek only to be pulled back to me time after time. The summer before we moved away my string broke, and I could not catch it because of flood waters. I stood resigned on the creek's bank and watched as 'my' boat floated away, like an old friend, wondering of Kansas and growing up.
Thinking further back, there were many Saturday's I would ride my bike north up First Street, to the town square, where with my 'Fifty cent' allowance I could watch a movie and buy a candy bar and coke. Just as good was my other option - which was riding my bike to nearby Kenwood Shopping Center and Woolworth's, where I could saddle up to the soda fountain and order a "3 Scoop" Banana Split. With this option I'd have money left over. Not a lot, but enough to leave a tip - like Dad, which made me feel good and so grown up.
In my memory Easter was always a happy day. At Easter-time I'd get a new shirt and tie - usually from Sears or J.C. Penny's, and, once in a while, I'd also get a new 'store bought' suit. My sisters always got new dresses, and we'd take a family picture all dressed up 'to the nines'. I was careful to want my ties to look just like Dad's and my shoes to shine like his, too. So he'd help me with both as we sat on the porch to talk while the girls finished dressing. Mom always looked so pretty. She'd wear both a hat and summer gloves - and I felt we must have been the handsomest family around - or at least at our church, so I thought.
But now, as I sit here quietly watching Mom, I am grateful for something other. I am grateful that Easter for my family was more than new clothes and a picture. For, for us - Mom included - it was a day of worship and celebration that Jesus had come and that victory over sin and death was real. Confessedly, I didn't think much of death then. In fact, I did not really think of it at all. Death was for old people and people who were sick. Not for me! Not for my Mom, my sisters, or Dad! Not back then.
Of course so much has happened since those days gone by. Did God know I'd be sitting here today, less than 2 miles from where I once played? The answer is, 'yes, He did!' And... He also knew that the boy of then would be both a pastor and son today. A man, now ever so grateful for this Easter, which represents much more than wonderful memories. One so grateful, today, for the cross and the truth - that because He lives so too will Mom, Dad, my family and me!
Happy Easter, indeed -
Pastor Sam
http://open.spotify.com/track/6jgDhbzfHWmQoVlUvDoaWX
are not alone.
Friday, April 11, 2014
Remembering Mike
One of my heroes in the faith, Mike Fechner, http://mikefechner.com/ went home to be with Jesus Wednesday night. He suffered from the physical devastation of cancer, but nothing else. His reward is now complete.
Mike was a man who lived his faith large. He was visionary, inspiring, and one of the most genuinely passionate men concerning the gospel and those in need than any person I knew. He was the founder of H.I.S. Bridgebuilders - a ministry of the gospel of Jesus with the added blessing of hope, help, and on-going love to those in need and at greatest risk. I will miss Mike, but smile knowing that Heaven is one 'Saint' sweeter today. He is with Jesus. What more might he want.
The first time I met Mike was on a visit with Molly Breitenfeld, who took me to his Bridge Builders Headquarters so that I might see what this ministry was all about. Through this union, Molly led our youth ministry to partner with Mike and Bridgebuilders and its work in South Dallas. There I met this one time businessman called by God to make a difference in a ministry that did not seem to so readily resonate with what one thinks of for a person of his background, talents and gifts. To this end, Mike inspired me - reminding me that when God calls us to do something He also enables us with the tools and wherewithal to get it done. Yes, Mike was the perfect person to brdge the wealth of north Dallas with the needs of its south. From that short meeting a mutual friendship and respect was born - not one of frequent contact but one of partnership - a partnership in the gospel that makes one a life-long brother. A common, glorious bond connecting us with an ageless line of others who have also known and followed the tug of God upon their heart and said, 'yes, send me.'
The last time I saw Mike was as he was sitting next to me at a meeting on DBU campus this past winter. We were serving together on a steering committee team to fill tables and seek support for the university while honoring Gil Strickland at a coming banquet. I mentioned to Mike that I had an idea for a church revitalization project in near East Dallas. I said, 'Mike, this area and work are right up your alley.' 'I'd love to show it to you.' 'Let's get some lunch!' he said, and so, our schedules were set - but... that lunch was never to be, as Mike's health worsened and we had to cancel.
With the passing of someone like Mike it's easy to wonder who will take their place. I used to worry over this, feeling as if I had to do something personally in order to insure this happened. But no longer. For I see God doing the same thing as he did in Mike's life in the lives of people every single day. I see Him calling out the called. Speaking to hearts, planting dreams, and casting forth vision of what it is He wants to do as he inspires a new generation to, by faith, live life large.
Mike said, yes. He lived large and saw God change many lives - including his own. Will you?
For a beautiful look at Mike and the victory he found, even in the midst of this last earthly battle, check this out. http://vimeo.com/90788853
Pastor Sam
Mike was a man who lived his faith large. He was visionary, inspiring, and one of the most genuinely passionate men concerning the gospel and those in need than any person I knew. He was the founder of H.I.S. Bridgebuilders - a ministry of the gospel of Jesus with the added blessing of hope, help, and on-going love to those in need and at greatest risk. I will miss Mike, but smile knowing that Heaven is one 'Saint' sweeter today. He is with Jesus. What more might he want.
The first time I met Mike was on a visit with Molly Breitenfeld, who took me to his Bridge Builders Headquarters so that I might see what this ministry was all about. Through this union, Molly led our youth ministry to partner with Mike and Bridgebuilders and its work in South Dallas. There I met this one time businessman called by God to make a difference in a ministry that did not seem to so readily resonate with what one thinks of for a person of his background, talents and gifts. To this end, Mike inspired me - reminding me that when God calls us to do something He also enables us with the tools and wherewithal to get it done. Yes, Mike was the perfect person to brdge the wealth of north Dallas with the needs of its south. From that short meeting a mutual friendship and respect was born - not one of frequent contact but one of partnership - a partnership in the gospel that makes one a life-long brother. A common, glorious bond connecting us with an ageless line of others who have also known and followed the tug of God upon their heart and said, 'yes, send me.'
The last time I saw Mike was as he was sitting next to me at a meeting on DBU campus this past winter. We were serving together on a steering committee team to fill tables and seek support for the university while honoring Gil Strickland at a coming banquet. I mentioned to Mike that I had an idea for a church revitalization project in near East Dallas. I said, 'Mike, this area and work are right up your alley.' 'I'd love to show it to you.' 'Let's get some lunch!' he said, and so, our schedules were set - but... that lunch was never to be, as Mike's health worsened and we had to cancel.
With the passing of someone like Mike it's easy to wonder who will take their place. I used to worry over this, feeling as if I had to do something personally in order to insure this happened. But no longer. For I see God doing the same thing as he did in Mike's life in the lives of people every single day. I see Him calling out the called. Speaking to hearts, planting dreams, and casting forth vision of what it is He wants to do as he inspires a new generation to, by faith, live life large.
Mike said, yes. He lived large and saw God change many lives - including his own. Will you?
For a beautiful look at Mike and the victory he found, even in the midst of this last earthly battle, check this out. http://vimeo.com/90788853
Pastor Sam
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