Let us pray for the faith to recognize God’s presence in our world: God our Father, open our eyes to see your hand at work in the splendor of creation and in the beauty of life. Touched by your hand our world is holy. Help us to cherish the gifts that surround us, and share your blessings with others.
Amen.
(Sunday Missal, alt.)
I am such a creature of habit. I hate change. I get upset when Head & Shoulders changes their shampoo bottle. I almost went into shock when Food City rearranged their aisles. So you can imagine how the major change in my life, going from Full Elder Status to Retired Elder Status, is affecting me!
For the past forty years my identity has been that of the preacher. I have served United Methodist Congregations as the “Pastor in Charge.” After this Annual Conference this may not be the case. My life has also been centered around the Sunday Worship Service so I will need to make a major readjustment in how I spend my time. This will not come easily for me.
Now my head knows that the change has to come. Especially in our United Methodist itinerant system. We know we are not appointed to stay an any one church or charge but realize that eventually there will be a change. However, this head knowledge never found its way into my heart!
So if I seem preoccupied or “not quite right” during the next few weeks, please bear with me. The Second Sunday in June will be my last time in the pulpit. However I will be “on call” to be your pastor should the need arise, until the new minister takes over July 1st.
Even though I will no longer be your minister I hope to always be your friend.
My new mailing address is: 412 ½ West Center Street, Apt C, Galax, VA 24333
Know that I will always love you.
—Richard
May is one of my favorite months of the year. The promise of Spring is usually finally realized. Yet the weather is not as hot and humid as it gets later in the year. The school year is ending but vacation season, when so many are away from the church that attendance suffers, has not yet begun. Flowers are blooming and all of creation seems to be praising God.
However May is special for two important events that happen during the month. The first is Mother’s Day. The second Sunday of May is the time set aside to honor our mothers. As a child, I remember getting ready to go to church on Mother’s Day and going out to what we called the “Bubby Rose” bush and picking one of those red flower to wear. Red was the color you wore if your mother was still living and white was worn if she was deceased. I remember feeling really sad when Daddy wore a white flower after Grandmother Gregory died. A mother’s or grandmother’s love is very special.
Another childhood memory is tied to the date May 10th, for mother would never let us go barefoot until that date. Even though I resented it then, especially during those hot days of late April and early May, I came to realize that mother really had my best interest at heart. Often we resent the limitations God places on us without realizing that God has our best interest at heart as well. It is true that a Mother’s Love is the closest thing on Earth to God’s love.
So this May 13th take time to let your mother know how special she is if you are fortunate enough to still have her. If your mother has passed away, take the time to honor her memory.
The second important event is May is Pentecost. This is the birthday of the church. The Holy Spirit filled that Upper Room and changed a group of frightened powerless disciples into the mighty Church of Jesus Christ! With the fire and power of the indwelling presence of the Spirit they were bold enough to change the world. Heat what even those who opposed them had to say: “Those who have turned the world upside down have come here too.” [Acts 17:6 N.K.J.V.]
What a wonderful testimony! How it puts us to shame! Maybe the church needs to wake up and realize that he Holy Spirit can give us the power to turn our world upside down for Christ. Let us claim that power, not just of Pentecost Sunday, May 20th, but each and every day of the rest of our lives.
Richard
“The wind blows wherever it wishes; you hear the sound it makes, but you do not know where it comes from or where it is going. It is like that with everyone who is born of the spirit.” [John 3:8 T.E.V.]
The poet may have been reflecting on these words of Jesus when he wrote: “Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I. But when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by. “ Wind has often been the symbol of God’s presence. We readily remember the day of Pentecost when: “when suddenly there came a sound from heaven as of a rushing mighty wind, and it filled all the house where they were sitting.” [Act. 2:2 K.J.V.] Therefore the blowing wind should remind us of the Holy Spirit.
However, often we only think of the destructive nature of the wind rather than the good it does. I grew up on a farm in Barren Springs that was name, “Spreading Oaks Farm.” The old farmhouse was surrounded by many huge old oak trees. Some were in pretty bad shape; hollow and rotten. Now I enjoyed the cool shade they provided and moaned and griped when I had to rake their leaves in the fall. But some of my most vivid memories are of covering my head and being so afraid as I lay in bed when the March winds would blow. I just knew that one of those hollow oak trees was going to come crashing through my bedroom at any minute.
Well one night one of those trees did fall! By the grace of God it fell away from the house. My father and some of the neighbors sawed up that tree into firewood and cleaned up the mess that it had made. Soon all that was left was a three foot high stump about six feet across and hollow in the middle. My mother filled that stump with dirt and planted flowers in it. Soon from the destruction the wind had caused, new life sprang forth bringing beauty and joy where there had only been decay and rot.
Sometimes when the wind of God’s Spirit blows across our lives there are areas of decay, rot and sin that must be swept away before new life can occur. So this year when you hear the March winds blow, think of God. Allow the Holy Spirit to come into your life. For you see, even when the wind causes destruction, new life awaits!
– Richard
“And the one who was seated on the throne said, ‘See I am making all things new.’ Also he said, ‘Write this, for these words are trustworthy and true.” [Revelation 21:5 N.R.S.V]
January first begins a new year. For some people this is a major event. They celebrate New Year’s Eve. Many do this by making New Year’s resolutions, most of which are broken by January second. For others it is just another day, no different from December 31st or January 2nd.
For most of my life I found myself numbered among the latter group. The only real significant New Year Day had for me was that it marked, back in the day, the end of college football season.
However, this New Year has a real meaning for me. 2018 will be the year I take Retired Status with the Holston Annual Conference. Having reaching the mandatory retirement age, I have no choice in the matter. So in effect, this will be a new beginning.
John’s vision found in Revelation 21:5 has God promising to make all things new and assuring us that that promise is true. While we usually do not think of this promise except at funerals and those rare times we think about the end of time, I submit that God can and will do a new thing in our lives and in the life of our church beginning this year.
So make a New Year’s resolution to develop a closer walk with God, to deepen your spiritual life and to support your church with more of your money, time and talents than you ever did before. Another resolution I want you to make is to help keep me focused the first half of the year and if I start acting like a “short-timer” call me on it!
God gives us a new year, let us make the best of it!
-Richard
“Count your many blessings, name them one by one and it will surprise you what the Lord has done.”
The other night I was having trouble sleeping. Some people say that sleeplessness is a part of the aging process, but I am too young for that to be true, so there must have been another reason. Pretty soon I was having a real pity party. In my mind I was going through a long litany of problems and things that were wrong in my life. Then all of a sudden the words of a song I thought I had long forgotten came into my mind. Try as I would, I could not get those words out of my consciousness.
Those words were: “Count your many blessings, name them one by one. Count your many blessings, see what God has done.” I began to do that and pretty soon I realized just how much God has blessed me. The next thing I knew it was morning. When I awoke I wanted to finish my list. I soon realized it could not be finished. God’s blessings are really without number.
Maybe what I came to understand is the true meaning of what Thanksgiving really is. Beingthankful for the good things God gives us and not allowing the problems that we incur to become the things that control us and give us our identity. When we dwell entirely on the negative we lose sight of the positive.
By the way here are some things that topped my list:
I am also very thankful for friends, for our combined Worship Service, for our Future Committee who are looking at ways the church can improve over the years, and for my upcoming Retirement.
May we begin to count our blessings and realize just what God has done for us. May we do tis not just on the fourth Thursday of November, but each and every day we live.
-Richard
There was a pastor who had a storefront church. The pastor’s church was called Almighty God Tabernacle. On a Saturday night several weeks ago, this pastor was working late and decided to call his wife before he left for home. It was about 10:00 PM, but his wife did not answer the phone. The pastor let it ring many times. He thought it was odd that she did not answer, but he decided to wrap up a few things and try again in a few minutes. When he tried again she answered right away. He asked her why she had not answered before and she said that the phone did not ring at their house. They brushed it off as a fluke and went on their merry way.
The following Monday the pastor received a call at the church office, which was the phone that he had used on Saturday night. The man he spoke with wanted to know why he had called on Saturday night. The pastor could not figure out what the guy was talking about.
Then the man said “It rang and rang, but I didn’t answer it.” The pastor remembered the mishap and apologized for disturbing him, explaining that he had intended to call his wife.
The man said: “That’s OK. Let me tell you my story. You see, I was planning to commit suicide on Saturday night, but before I did I prayed, ‘God, if you’re there, and don’t want me to do this give me a sign now.’ At that point the phone started to ring and when I looked at the Caller ID it said, ‘Almighty God’ and that was sign enough for me.”
-Richard
![Memorial Chapel near Lake Junaluska, NC by Daniel Hass (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons](https://fumcgalax-org.scdn8.secure.raxcdn.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/07/Memorial_Chapel_Lake_Junaluska_NC-e1499693196560.jpg)
by Daniel Hass (Own work) [CC BY-SA 3.0], via Wikimedia Commons.
Here are some bullet points of the Conference Actions:
On May 25th the Administrative Board approved the consolidation of our Sunday Worship Services to one in an effort to bring us closer as a congregation. Starting July 2nd Sunday School will be at 9:30 and Worship Services will start at 10:30.
Below is one of my favorite stories. It is by Julie A. Manhan and originally appeared in A 3rd Helping of Chicken Soup for the Soul.
There once was a little boy who wanted to meet God. He knew it was a long trip to where God lived, so he packed his suitcase with Twinkies and a six-pack of root beer and started his journey.
When he had gone about three blocks he met an old woman. She was sitting in the park just staring at some pigeons. The boy sat down next to her and opened his suitcase. He was about to take a drink of his root beer when he noticed that the old lady looked hungry, so he offered her a Twinkie. She gratefully accepted it and smiled at him. Her smile was so pretty that the boy wanted to see it again, so he offered her a root beer. Once again she smiled at him. The boy was delighted!
They sat there all afternoon eating and smiling and never said a word.
As it grew dark the boy realized how tired he was and got up to leave, but before he had gone more than a few steps, he turned around, ran back to the old woman and gave her a hug. She gave him her biggest smile ever.
When the boy opened the door to his own home, his mother was surprised by the look of joy on his face.
She asked him: “What did you do today to make you so happy?”
He replied: “I had lunch with God.” But before his mother could respond, he added: “She’s got the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.”
Meanwhile, the old woman, also radiant with joy, returned to her home.
Her son was stunned by the look of peace on her face and he asked: “Mother, what did you do today that makes you so happy?”
She replied: “I ate Twinkies in the park with God.” But before her son responded, and added: “You know, he’s much younger than I expected.”
May the eyes of our faith allow us to see God in unexpected places.
