I’m sitting here in a City of Troutdale budget meeting at the new police station. It started at 7 and will probably go till midnight. Lots of discussion about storm water rates, feasibility studies, and such. “OTEOMS”! That means: (on the edge of my seat). I have a book on my shelf entitled “Death by Meeting”. This one is not that bad. It is much more interesting than many I have sat through. And sadly some I’ve led. I have been in some real go no-where church and Para-church meetings in the last 35 years. Lots of talk and not much to show for it.
A Bible college professor once told his 12 year old daughter, “Honey, I want you to clean your room tonight”. She left the kitchen and two hours later came out of her room with great news! She had done a word study on the Early Greek meaning of the word “clean”. Along with that she developed a chart on the historical progression of “rooms” both local and in early Palestine. She even had a vision and planning meeting with her baby brother to clarify the expectations and declare any conflicts of interest. After deciding on a slogan the meeting was closed with a lengthy prayer for courage to clean the room. The father looked at her and said “but did you clean the room?”
“TSTTA” for sure! . . . . “there’s something to think about”
Our church has some wonderful people. Some true servants. Did you know Margie Soesbe has prepared communion each Sunday morning with the help of Diana Holmboe for 15 years. She just passed it off to Renee Miller because of her failing eyesight. Did you know Ed and Carol Barker have a steady flow of guests to their house for food and fellowship? Not just old friends, but recent attenders and visitors. Did you know Linda Wilken has been coming in and doing the tithe count on and off for 17 years? Did you know that for over a decade Laurie Spitzengel has been teaching the 2nd and 3rd grade class?
I was looking at some ten year old pictures of Steve Katz and Rhett Hyman in the sound booth working the computer. You can turn around on a Sunday and probably see one of them still. Did you know Shannon Christensen has been working for the youth group for longer than I can remember? She sure loves those kids. And wait . . . the entire worship team, and, I could go on and on. Many of you have been faithful for years. With Christ as the foundation . . . well, 1 Peter 2:5 says it perfectly, “you also, like living stones, are being built into a spiritual house to be a holy priesthood, offering sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.”
Have a fantastic day.
Crazy things have been going on in Baltimore the last few days. Fires, looting, attacks on authorities and innocents both.
Young people, who the majority were raised without the influence of both a father and a mother, sabotaging their community, their reputation as a group in society and their own futures.
One video this morning shows an angry mother advancing on her young son who was dressed in black, wearing a ski mask, . . grabbing him, whacking him on the head and dragging him from the looting and rioting. No doubt back to his home. There is no audio but I imagine the these phrases were included: “Don’t you walk away from me, what were you thinking? Take that mask off . . . I didn’t raise you to be like that. . . .” And back to his home he went.
What is it about “home?” It is suppose to be where we learn right and wrong. It represents the foundation, security and the place where we have modeled to us the important things of life. Sadly, many young people are only seeing the ugly side of life. Abuse, sexual immorality, abandonment, dishonesty, drug abuse, anger, and the idea that “I am the victim so I’m going to get what I can get from whoever I can . . .” For many, “home” doesn’t represent anything honorable and certainly contains nothing worth passing on to the next generation. Hopefully we were raised to not bring dishonor to the home because it is truly a reflection of the ” head ,” . . . The traditions, legacy and character of that head. Every lesson taught, every sacrifice made and every drop of blood shed is a part of the foundation of that home.
Whether it is our home. . . or our Church home, or our nations’ home-front, it appears we all have some more to learn (and teach) about honor!
May God have mercy on our young people . . and please Lord, save an equal portion for the rest of us also.
Good Sunday service yesterday. Second service was as full as I have seen it. Now it’s Monday and we are back to work on the building. Today Rob is finishing gutters, Tony is installing the wood floor in the Cafe. Orville is sanding the log rails so we can stain them this afternoon. Quory is putting up rock in the fellowship hall. Jeanette and Elisha are putting up the wall paper in the wedding/cry room. (I have heard that it is not good for one’s marriage to put up wall paper together, so I’m staying out of it.) The electricians are busy electrifying, and the glass is being delivered today for the windows in the foyer. Sam told me yesterday that he is ready to start installing sinks and toilets. Lots and lots of details.
This Friday night is the men’s retreat 30 minutes up the mountain. I would love to see 45 guys there. It is from dinner Friday to after lunch on Saturday. Men, we would love to see you! Call Jeff (503 753 5878) or Anthony(971 275 5421) if you can come. I promise, not too much crying or hugging, just good food, good teaching, and good fellowship. Only 45 bucks for all that. Don’t really know anyone? Well come to the retreat and you will solve that problem. A strong Church is one with strong men!
Thanks for being a part of something significant!
Good morning Church! Rise and Shine, It’s Sunday. I can’t wait to see you all! This morning we receive part 2 of the series “The Power of One”. It’s a powerful series that is really getting me to rethink my priorities and attitudes. (It’s much more fun to preach a message that YOU need to hear, than one that WE need to hear.) Spent the night in Hood River with my wife yesterday. (It may or may not have been her birthday on Friday. She doesn’t like to talk about it.) Had a fancy dinner but the $27 steak was overrated. Must have been a small cow . . .who lived a boring life. At least that is what it tasted like! As we all grow older the pressure to be significant builds. Why are we here? Will the world be a better place because we are here? We’re all pretty good at doing things that are fleeting. (moth and rust as Jesus put it). Let’s focus this week on “significance”. After all, that is from whence true joy comes!
Wow…now that was hot!
A nice Panda Express -entre lunch and…”who snuck that thing in there?!” My eyes water not because of a real reason like the Sea Hawks trying to pass the ball in the last seconds of the super bowl, but because of one of those red and black little peppers from hell.
Nestled in my rice and kung pao chicken was something to be avoided. (I’m fully aware that many of you find a weird pleasure in things that are hot. We can still be friends.)
Our last sermon series was A City on a Hill. The words of Christ were quite clear that even in our diminutive number in this world, Christians need to be salt and light. Accidentally put salt in your coffee instead of sugar and you will notice for sure. A match burning in a dark room will take light to every corner.
Difference Makers, that’s what we’re to be! A group called out…bearing the name of the One who saved us, and we’re not to be trifled with. A sweet smell to some, a stumbling block to others, difference makers. A community…ready to reach the world
I went to a funeral yesterday for an old friend named Joe Popp. He was real involved in our church a few years back. Joe had seen a lot of tough times in his 54 years. Scores of surgeries left him in constant pain, and I had never known him to enjoy good health.
His true tribute and legacy to life was ever present at his funeral. A former addict in his early life, he knew the deep valley that drugs will abandon you in. He was a sponsor and coach to many lost souls over the years through Narcotics Anonymous. I have to admit it was a pretty rough crowd at the service. The tearful eyes and many testimonies of his incredible influence made it quite clear to me that Joe was special.
Show me someone who has, through their addiction, not only messed up their own life, but has hurt everyone close to them. Someone who has done and survived hard time in prison, someone who has been left behind, burned bridges, seen financial heartache, weathered the ire of society, someone truly without hope . . . Joe would have loved them and brought them hope. He found his significance in bringing hope to the hopeless.
Now there is a lesson for life: judge less, love more, be the hands and feet of our Savior.
A recent Gallup Poll shows Oregon tied with 4 other states as the worst in the nation for church attendance. They polled about 2,400 people and found that only 24% said that they attend a church. Of course, that could mean Christmas and Easter. 17% said they attend regularly. I believe that many of those were fudging the truth a little. I think it is only 10-15% at best.
Do you know what that means? We are missionaries living in a mission field! “Strangers and aliens” as it says in 1 Peter.
Plenty of pre-Christians to go around. No need to feel like we are one competing with other churches.
Watch the cars drive by. 8 out of 10 of the occupants will miss out on eternal life…
Of course it’s not too late…is it!?
Let’s be about the Lord’s work.
The Word for the day is: ” Koinonia” The Greek word meaning “communion,” “fellowship” or “participation.” In the New testament the word refers to a close knit fellowship of its Spirit-filled membership. Inherent in the word is a sense of sharing and self-sacrifice.
In Romans 12:13 we see the word used. ” Share with god’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality.”
Also in Romans 15:3 it is “making a contribution” and in II Peter 1:4 it is interpreted “participation”.
I find it interesting that it is not just a lovey dovey feeling but an action word! (My spell check is having a hard time with “lovey dovey”)
I have known that word Koinonia much longer than I have known what it means. My junior summer camp in Sweet Home Oregon was called that. One week each summer I would be sent, . . .or “shipped off” (depending on how much I was bugging my parents) to that wonderful little camp.
I was baptized in the river there my 6th grade year. My wife Jeanette says that she went to camp there also. Weird if we were there at the same time. I most certainly wouldn’t have talked with her. She would have been younger, and she was a . . . .you know . . a girl.
Fellowship, communion, caring for one another, All good things, and designed to be implemented within his Church! Had any Koinonia lately?
Enjoy your day and be praying for the person you will invite to the new church on our first Sunday there.
A truck is delivering 300 auditorium chairs this morning. I ordered them bright orange so they would really stand out! We have another 250 auditorium chairs coming in next month. Then there is another 280 chairs for the fellowship hall, then another 200 folding white wood chairs for the outdoor wedding garden seating. Just when you near the completion of the building do you really see how much stuff it takes to fill it up before the people arrive! Oh, I didn’t even mention the 200 various size children’s chairs we are ordering. Wow, that’s a lot of chairs!
I was in Sitka Alaska with my family as part of an inside passage of a Kensington Tours, cruise boat tour last year. There was a 200 year old Russian Orthodox church in the middle of town. Beautiful period architecture with lots of art and early Russian religious adornment. Funny thing about the main (and only) room, (in those days there was no children’s or youth wing) it had no chairs or benches. NONE. The Priest who was answering the tourist questions said that for the two or three hour service, everyone remains standing. I guess they believed that comfort and spirituality were not compatible! The more you sacrifice . . the more God approves of you.
I was thinking that we could save a bunch of money on chairs if we went that route! I am, although, perfectly happy sitting in a chair in worship knowing that Jesus is the one who made the sacrifice . . . and God already thinks rather highly of me because of that! We do serve a good God, amen? . . .Amen.
Have a victorious day and invite someone to church. (just kidding about the orange chairs. They are Java brown)