Monthly Archives: March 2009

Two visits

Two young men.  Two different stories.  Two windows into the soul.

I find that people are  the same.  They have history that encrusts them.  They have futures that invite them.  They have perspectives on both that can enslave or free them.

Both of the young men today are in the transition stage.  They can choose a picture of health or hell.  That’s where they are unique.

My hope is that, in my passing on a bit of the message that God gives, they will choose a picture of freedom.  Pray for them.  I am!

Only so much coughing left

I started the day’s 8:00 meeting with hot water in hand.  Coughed a bit, then came home around 10:30.  Last night I cancelled an afternoon appointment and this morning I cancelled my evening responsibility.

The cough is getting close to being gone.  And perhaps that has to do with not running myself ragged.  Maybe it has to do with “running it’s course”.  And maybe it has to do with trusting God to heal me.  Maybe all of the above!

So, I’m resting once again this evening and looking forward to the busyness that will be tomorrow.

Cough along with me

I feel good.  Other than the kind of cough that wretches from your toes.  And then your back begins to feel tense.  One cough too many and you walk a little less spritely.  Your head then begins to cloud a bit.

OK, maybe I’ve got a bit of a cold.  Had a meeting tonight but two out of four of us were not well.  We cancelled til a later date.

So, I’m home, relaxing.  Rearranging some papers and generally being lazy.

We’ll see how tomorrow goes.  I have an 8:00 meeting — after that, we’ll see!

Being Amazed

This new year has been a new thing.  I use the word thing, because I’m not quite sure how to describe it.

For the techie geeks, I’ve found that I still enjoy the techie stuff — and love to adventure into the virtual realm of bits and bits.  I’ve just switched over to using Word (I started with MultiMate many years ago, then to WordPerfect, and by sheer dint of peer pressure have moved to Word).  I’ve been watching the continued evolution of computers — the ipod touch is a nice touch (and even that is now getting dated!).  But that’s not where my heart is.

For the weight watchers, I’ve found my ideal weight is coming closer.  I’ve been weighing myself daily, sometimes more often.  I’ve been watching what I eat with almost religious fascination.  Someone mentioned that the people who maintain the body shape they desire are those who are constant in keeping tabs on their progress.  But that’s not where my heart is.

For the mood swingers, I’ve found a bit more of a “normal” in my life.  The swings of the past year have become shorter.   I’m watching my stressors.  I’m taking  a day off each week.  Those around me are having to adjust to the welcome balancing of my highs and lows.  But that’s not where my heart is.

For the pastoral managers, I’ve found a renewal of my administrative bent.  I’m keeping detailed attendance of various church activities.  I’m following up more consistently on those who are absent.  I’m thinking ahead with visions of our local church in the short and long term.  But that’s not where my heart is.

And that is just a sampling of some of the progress over these past few months.  But, where is my heart?

My heart is following hard after God.  I can’t say that I’ve found the rut that will keep me on this track.  Some days I’m less than happy with my progress.  But at least I’m trying to keep a heightened track of that progress.  And my sense is that God is working to keep me on that path.  I sense His delight in me, I experience those “ah-ha” God moments and I’m cautiously optimistic that God has me here for just such a time as this!

Healing and reformation

Last week was a time to pray for people who desired healing.

I talked to a group of pastors this week and said that healing will require reformation.  I had read of a young lady who was miraculously healed — she couldn’t heal herself, only God could!  She found that being healed presented a whole new set of challenges.  She could no longer fall back on her sickness as a reason not to do something.  She could no longer blame her handicap for remaining in a weakened state of life.  She could no longer live a “normal” life.

Imagine what might have happened if you had been at that service.

Perhaps a physical ailment could have been healed, or an addiction, or a mental illness, or scars from a past relationship, or abuse and abandonment.  Would your faith have merely lasted for that moment?  Would you be ready to trust God for your after-care as much as you trusted him for your healing?  Would you be willing to revamp anything in your life that kept God from being your center?   Would you look forward to  giving God control over your continued daily health, or would the prospect of being outside your comfort zone have scared you? 

When you realize that reformation is a part of healing — that there is more than just a “good life” you are striving to gain through your healing — all of a sudden you begin to rethink your faith.  You refocus your faith — you are going to be living a new life, not trusting in all the old ways and patterns of life that got you through the day, but in God for your daily strength.  And for that you give God thanks.

Ask yourself the question posed two millenia ago: 

  • Do you really want to be well?

You know the music’s good when . . .

It’s music festival time in our section of the prairies.  Tonight we will venture to the town down the road to listen to some of my nieces.  They will sing and make merry.  And we will enjoy it!

Here in town, I’ve watched a number of contestants.  All have played straight through their pieces.  That is a sign of a good teacher.  Most have played the right notes.  That’s a sign of some practice.  A few have caught the general sense of the music piece.  That’s a sign of musicianship.  A scarce few make me close my eyes and gently float on the notes as they echo in the auditorium.  That’s the sign of true talent.

I’m glad to say that we have this caliber here in Kindersley.  May that continue to grow.

The Pastor’s Party

There are meetings and then there are inspirations.

For the last few weeks a few of us pastors have been gathering together.  As one expressed today — this is inspiration.  At the end of the day we count this as the highlight of the day.

Not the good coffee at Tim Horton’s.  Or the computer program that actually worked.  Or the visit that encouraged the visitee.

No, the day is excited by, wowed by, inspired by a bunch of fuddy-duddy pastors who actually think that God is going to do something.  Something for our town, something for our churches, and not least — something for us as individuals.

And that’s where hope grows.  And peace lives.  And joy blossoms.

Christ in us, displayed in us, lived out through us.  To each other.  And to others.

Not bad for the 1 1/2 hours spent!!

At home today

The wind chill is -35!  A good day to stay inside (although we did venture out to buy some outside round roast — which I cut up in preparation for an upcoming event Jill is catering).

The great events of the day have been computer related.  Upgrading or replacing or installing new programs.  Deleting old files.  For me this is relaxing as well as consuming the time of the day.

This evening we will sit and watch some TV programs.  One is called “Chuck”, the other “Corner Gas”.  Both are comedies without a lot of “stuff” that is offensive.

And as the evening completes, we’ll sit and read.  I’ve been going through the Gospels of Jesus — what great stories.  Inspiring and world changing.

And that’s home, sweet home!