You are holy,
we are not.
You are perfect,
we make mistakes.
You are love,
we are anything but that.
You are strong,
we are weak.
You are right,
we are wrong.
We have good intentions,
but Your plans always succeed.
We think we’re in control,
but You sit on the throne.
We try to take control,
but You rule over all.
We look to our knowledge,
but You have all wisdom.
We plot out our course,
but You are the Way.
We fall short.
We hurt one another.
We go astray.
We forget about You
On our own we are lost…
[Father God, in Jesus name, forgive us]
[My child, you are forgiven]
The Pastor -|—
Doors are closed
Sometimes they are slammed shut.
Sometimes they close ever so slowly.
Whatever the case, a closed door signals
A closed door feels so
A closed door means we can’t see.
A closed door means we’re
Oh God, I don’t like closed doors
closed doors also signal something
we just can’t see it
and therefore we need to live by faith.
grant me the faith to trust in you;
to trust that when a door closes
that you’ll open another one.
Grant me the faith to cling to you.
Grant me the patience to wait for the right door to open.
Doors are opened
“My child, I AM the Faithful Doorkeeper“
The Pastor -|—
I wait for the Lord, my soul waits,
and in his word I hope;
my soul waits for the Lord
more than watchmen for the morning,
more than watchmen for the morning.
These watchmen have the night shift; standing watch on the city wall. They stand watch looking out for those who would want to harm the city, but as they watch, they are also looking for the rising sun. Why the rising sun? The rising sun meant morning and that meant they get to go home and be with their family. And so they waited for the morning; confident that the sun would rise. And they had every reason to be confident. I mean, from the beginning of time, the sun has risen in the morning as it was designed by God to do. And so these men wait; they wait for the rising sun. Confident.
Now consider what the psalmist is saying. His soul is waiting for the Lord and he is more confident in the coming of the Lord than the watchmen who wait for the sun to rise. The sun rises like clock work and even more reliable is the Lord and so his soul waits in hopeful expectation.
Oh weary soul, the Lord is coming, so wait in joyful expectation; being more confident than the rising morning sun. Oh weary soul, wait for the Lord, for He is coming for you.
The Pastor -|—
As I journey through the Old Testament in my daily Bible reading I just can’t shake the thought that those Israelites were idiots. I mean think about it. Over and over again they had to be reminded of what God did for them:
~ His mighty acts over the Egyptians
~ Parting the Red Sea
~ Water from a rock
~ Manna from heaven every morning
~ Quail every evening
~ A pillar of cloud and fire guiding them
~ Sandals that did not wear out
Mighty acts of power, love and faithfulness after mighty acts of power, love and faithfulness. All of this and they whine and complain when things get tough.
What does it take to convince them that God is awesome and powerful and faithful? What does it take for them to remember that God is not going to desert them?
All I can do is shake my head and roll my eyes.
Wait a second…
…don’t we do the same thing? When times get tough, don’t we question God and wonder where He is? Don’t we forget about God’s love and faithfulness? I mean, we too run after other gods. We too chase after idols. We too whine and complain.
We too are idiots.
But praise be to God through our Lord Jesus Christ, that He is faithful.
People ~ Remember, remember and remember.
Our God is awesome
Our God is love
Our God is power
Our God is our God
Praise be to God and Amen!
The pastor -|—
It’s Monday morning and I have been doing some reflecting on the events of yesterday (Easter). I feel like a bus has run me over but God was faithful. Satan did his best to stop the proclamation of the Word of God but God was victorious (in more ways than one). Satan took his best shot but it wasn’t good enough.
Allow me to explain to the glory of God…
I woke up Easter morning after only about a couple hours of sleep. A head cold started attacking me the night before. I thought I was holding it off (drugging myself up as much as I could) but it wasn’t enough…I was prevented from getting a good night’s sleep. A bad night to have sleeping problems. But when I woke up at 4:45 a.m. as planned I felt rested. Score 1 for God 🙂
As my morning progressed; getting ready for the 7 a.m. Sonrise worship service, I could feel the frog in my throat growing. I knew that if things continued to progress like this I would have problems later in the morning. You see…I had three worship services at two sites. I had a long morning ahead of me and I needed my voice. Everything went fine during the first service; but I started to feel my throat have issues at the second service (at Belmont) and a little at the third, but my throat held up…I made it . Score another point for God 🙂
After my first Sonrise service (at Salem) I usually have very little time to get out to Belmont for Sonrise service #2. Eight miles separates the two churches which usually involves me eating egg bake in the car while exceeding the speed limit…slightly…but not this year. But in preparation for the unknown I have all my Belmont materials ready by my office for a quick grab and go…including another copy of my sermon manuscript. I made it to Belmont with 15 minutes to spare (not too bad…I think that is a record for me). During worship my nose started to run some more and throat was filling with phloem (sorry for being so graphic). And then batteries in my cordless microphone pack died but I was able to make a quick change during the offering without missing a beat (nice try Satan). But attack #3 came during the sermon. About half way through I noticed a problem (besides my nose and throat)…the sermon manuscript I was using was an earlier, uncompleted copy of the sermon. I am not sure how I managed to print the wrong copy. Paragraphs were in the wrong order and I was missing 1 and 1/2 pages. Slight panic set in…and then calm. I proceed to preach and share the Gospel without a hitch. Score a couple more points for God 🙂
I made it back to Salem for worship service #3 with about 30 minutes to catch my breath. During worship my throat was still being annoying, my nose was still having issues and my energy was starting to run low…but…as I started to preach and preside at the Lord’s table, I felt a second wind. Score yet another point for God 🙂
All along the way Satan did his best to derail the proclamation of the Good News that Christ has risen! He has risen indeed! Alleluia! But God was going to have none of that. Yesterday morning was yet another reminder that God is in control and not Satan. I do not take any credit because on my own I would have crumbled under the weight of all that was attacking me. Today…I feel like crap…but Easter happened. The Word got preached. And now I can have some Sabbath rest.
Satan can not stand the fact that the tomb was empty and that Jesus lives. And he will do everything in his power to stop that proclamation but God is faithful. God wins and because of that we too win. Praise be to God 🙂
Final score: God ~ ALL the points in the world. Satan ~ a big fat 0
JESUS LIVES! ALLELUIA!
The pastor -|—
Last Sunday (March 3) I mentioned that I hope to have some good news to share with you soon. Well…
No good news (at least not yet).
We did travel to Florida on Sunday and Monday.
We did meet a baby girl that was born on Monday.
We did spend quality time with the birth mother and her family.
We did not come home with a baby girl 😦
The birth mother, at the last second, decided she couldn’t sign off and decided to parent the baby. Needless to say my wife and I were devastated. I told people before we left that nothing was final yet; that the birth mother still could change her mind. I knew this, but a large part of me still fully expected to come home with a baby girl. I think a lot of people did.
The drive home from Florida was extremely long.
Lots of tears were shed.
Lots of questions were asked.
Lots of quiet moments were experienced.
But through it all, the one thing that gave and continues to give my wife and I hope and strength is the love and grace of our awesome God. We have seen this through the love of our family and friends. We have heard this through scripture and prayer. We have felt this in the warm embrace of a hug. God is good…all the time…even though we do experience heartache from time to time.
I don’t blame God for any of this. I am not angry with God for the heartache my wife and I are experiencing. Rather…I am joyful that we are not going through this alone. We know that God will bring healing…AND…that God will use this to bring Him glory. And THAT is exciting.
My hope and prayer is that I can grow stronger through this experience so I can better help people who are grieving in any way. I have experienced heartache and grieving before but nothing like this.
I still believe there is a child out there…somewhere…waiting for us.
I still believe that I will be a father someday. So in the mean time we will move forward and continue to pursue our dream to be parents someday. We pray for the birth mother as she parents this little baby girl. We pray for healing and wisdom. We pray for strength. Satan will not use this to drive a wedge between me and God.
And…hopefully, soon, I will have good news to share with you. Thank you for your love, prayers and support.
Praise be to God!
The pastor -|—
Thirteen years ago today; at 8:30 in the morning; a Tuesday, God used my dad to utter these words:
“Eric, it is time for you to go to seminary.”
I was totally blown away by this and didn’t know how to respond. My dad went on to say some other words but I can’t remember those…only that call from God. The rest of the day was a blur as I spent the morning with my two pastors trying to discern what was going on. They were quick to affirm this call and the rest is history.
Now…13 years later…I am sitting in a church parsonage reflecting on the past 13 years. What a winding road God has lead me down.
There were times in seminary when I doubted I could do this. I questioned God and wondered if this really was the road I was supposed to be on. I nearly got off the road a couple times but God used various people in my life to keep me going. And I thank God for them because as I reflect back on these 13 years it is clear to me that God was indeed leading me along a winding road to bring me here; to Jackson, MN. I still wonder sometimes why I am here but then God does something and I smile.
Sometimes it is hard to see or imagine that God has a plan.
Sometimes it is tempting to think we know better what we are supposed to do. Sometimes it is hard to hold the course when the road does wind and bend.
But God has been and always will be faithful. And it is so much fun to look back and see those moments. In those times when I thought God was crazy, confused, oblivious, God was working out something wonderful. God sees the whole and complete picture…and…God is working out something wonderful in your life as well. Listen to God; listen carefully. Trust Him…for God will not lead you down the wrong road. Let God be your guide because in the end you will indeed experience something wonderful as you see God being glorified in your life.
So I sit here today; in this church parsonage; reflecting on that call 13 years ago. It’s been an interesting ride and I look forward to seeing what else God will do through me.
God is awesome!
God is faithful!
Praise be to God!
The pastor -|—