Saturday, December 21, 2013

Decorations Ba-hum-bug!


The atrium of Rockford Baptist Church at night.

“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. All things were created through Him, and apart from Him not one thing was created that has been created. Life was in Him, and that life was the light of men. That light shines in the darkness, yet the darkness did not overcome it. There was a man named John who was sent from God. He came as a witness to testify about the light, so that all might believe through him. He was not the light, but he came to testify about the light. The true light, who gives light to everyone, was coming into the world. He was in the world, and the world was created through Him, yet the world did not recognize Him. He came to His own, and His own people did not receive Him. But to all who did receive Him, He gave them the right to be children of God, to those who believe in His name, who were born, not of blood, or of the will of the flesh, or of the will of man, but of God. The Word became flesh and took up residence among us. We observed His glory, the glory as the One and Only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth. (John testified concerning Him and exclaimed, “This was the One of whom I said, ‘The One coming after me has surpassed me, because He existed before me.’”) Indeed, we have all received grace after grace from His fullness, for the law was given through Moses, grace and truth came through Jesus Christ. No one has ever seen God. The One and Only Son— the One who is at the Father’s side— He has revealed Him. John 1:1-18 (HCSB)

Alright so this year I am being a Scrooge.  There, at least I admit it and for some reason some say that the first step in recovery is to admit you have a problem.  Some folks, besides me, need to take that advice and apply it.  But I didn’t come to preach, I came to tell you about my Christmas.

In years past I have gone to the extreme to decorate for Christmas.  I have lined the fences around our house, when we first got married and lived on a farm, with Christmas lights to the point that my wife accused me of trying to land a 747.  The next year we added a star on the television antennae tower and a wreath to the dairy house. 

As it evolved, we added a lighted manger and the last year we were there we built a Christmas tree from hay rounds, outlined with colored lights.  But this caused no small excitement, as it went up in smoke.  Yep, you are correct, it caught fire and burned for three days.

First decorating here, I put lights on everything that would not move and it looked so pretty.  The next year I built a tree of lights and it too added to the decorative theme.  We repeated that the next year, but the last two years we have not decorated the yard.  On the porch we put up blue lights as a part of Project Blue Light (www.fallenofficersremembered.org) and a wreath which is unique as it is made with love by my wonderful bride.

Inside the house we have a tree, knickknacks, Christmas greenery, and all of the beauty of commercialized Christmas.  It is always special as Savannah and Tina take time to make it a special holiday.  Beautiful.

Yet, this year we have not done as we have in the past.  We have not gone out of the way.  As a matter of fact, it is December 18, 2013 and we still do have a tree inside.  The boxes of decorations, collectables, and the likes are still packed away and in the closet; most likely they will stay where they are.

Oh we have a tree we are going to retrieve and place in the den for Santa, hang Savannah’s stocking on the mantel, and fill the floor with wrapped presents and Santa will add to our little treasure trove; of this I’m pretty sure.   But we are not going out of the way to decorate.

Due to this, some folks have had no pleasure in seeing their pastor or friend in this kind of situation.  They are rather alarmed at my outward display of non-committal to the commercialization of Christmas.

In order to see the pastor/friend spirits raised to a higher level, I received a surprise Saturday afternoon.  Tina came in and announced that someone had decorated the front of the house.  I was shocked!  We don’t ever use the front porch so I was even more surprised when I ventured out to check out the situation.

There on the porch was an artificial tree, poor thing.  It had both large gaudy bulbs and those little bulbs, all in multi-colors, a star several sizes too big for such a small, painfully puny tree.   Garland had been wrapped (or an attempt had been made to wrap garland) around the railing of the steps and at the foot of the steps was a small sign that read, “Seasons Greetings” with a snow man, carrot nose, scarf and curly little hat to boot.  Additionally, as I stepped back to view the carnage I saw the most awful wreath hanging from the handle of the storm door.

I was quite puzzled with this predicament.  I ventured back into the house shaking my head.  Tina was attempting to explain why someone would do such a thing.  Then she and Savannah directed my attention my truck.  I’m funny about my truck; now I was alarmed.

Dashing through the house, out into the garage and onto the apron where we park (because my garage is a mess due in great part of a daughter and wife who have stuff scattered from one end to the other), I saw it and laughed.  Hanging from the grill to the right side of the tag was an outdoor Christmas bow.  I laughed.

Still I had not ideal who had done this.  No, not one.  While watching the Army/Navy game (really it was a scrimmage game for Navy), as I watched other shows, ate supper brought by the fire department, and took care of Granny, while Tina and the youth went for their annual Christmas light trip to Montgomery; during this time I thought about the decorations and who might have done such a thing.  Why spend a bunch of money like that?  What were they thinking?  No calling card, no sign of who it might have been?  Why?

By the time it was bed time, my head was hurting with the thoughts.  I decided to let it go; I know people fairly well and they would at some point let the “cat out of the bag.”

The next morning, in the middle of my sermon I said something about it, for some reason.  I informed the congregation that I was investigating the matter and would figure it out.

Honestly, it has been effective.  No, I am still not in the mood to do a ton of Griswold type decorating, and neither am I interested in getting the tubs of collectables out to dust, display and then take back down sometime after the first of January.  Yet, I have learned something from my sneaky little friends.

One is that Christmas is not about commercialization but all about Christ.  Often we get too involved in the beauty and magic of Christmas, with the Holley, lights and mistletoe and we fail to remember that Jesus is the Reason for the Season.  He came wrapped in a white piece of throw away cloth, placed in a borrowed feed trough, and slept in someone else’s stable his first night as God-man.  There were no lighted trees, no garland, and no egg nog on that first Christmas night; because the light of the world had come to shine brighter than manmade light ever could.

Secondly, Christmas is about giving.  Giving of ourselves; giving to God; giving of what we have so someone else might enjoy the time of the year; giving without thought of anything in return.  Gifts given in this manner tend to be more special, more festive, more lasting than something that cost more than you make.

Lastly, Christmas joy cannot be manufactured.  It may not shine on the outside; but it will change the darkness of the inside.  Christmas joy comes from a relationship with the Joy of Christmas, Jesus Christ.  He came to give life.  It might be enhanced by the sights and sounds of the season, but the season can at times be unforgiven and sad.  Yet, with Jesus in the heart every day of the year, even in spite of the time of the year and memories it brings to cause sadness and sorrow, the joy is still there.  He never leaves us alone.  He brings joy and happiness in different ways.

Today I am appreciative of the demonstration of love and compassion from two teenage boys who gave of themselves and everything they had to brighten my life and make sure I had a Christmas tree.  They thought of someone else.  They wanted to bring joy and happiness into my life.  I am truly thankful for their “Black-Ops” jester and their ability to keep secret their acts of generosity.  They are going to wonder how I found them out, but that is something they may never know.  But I will say that texting the preacher at 11:00 at night to see if he is in bed and not replying again, might give them away.

Next week I will make a big Merry Christmas greeting for all of you, but until then enjoy the season because the greatest gift has already come.  It was delivered for you and me.  It is God in human flesh.  Jesus Christ, the Son of God (John 3:16)


By the way, Gavin and John: I caught you!  I love you guys more than you know.


Friday, November 22, 2013

Mail from a Friend


Mail from a friend

By: Dr. Jeff Fuller

 

Going through my brief case is a journey in which I never know what I might find.  There is always some item which I may have found or received, stuck into one of the many compartments, and forgotten about, until…

The other morning I was cleaning out the compartments.  I found some things I wondered why I was saving (a bulletin from May), other things I had been attempting to find (a twenty dollar bill and my favorite ball point pen), and still a few things I had forgotten all about.  One such item was a piece of mail a dear friend had sent back in March.

This small piece of mail came without any indication of its origins.  As a result I was careful to open it; it was around the time individuals were receiving mail laced with powder and dust.  I put on gloves, used a set of tweezers, and checked for wires, dust or foreign substances.  When it seemed to me to be harmless I read with great interest, still wondering where and who and why?

The mystery was solved when a friend mentioned sending mail to me.  He is one of those rare friends, who does not have email or Facebook; his idea of social media is to talk while working on fences or feeding the chickens.  Or sit on the porch or under the old oak, sipping sweet tea, contemplating the process of the creation of the feather one finds on the Bumble Bee Hummingbird, the smallest bird ever to venture into North America. 

He admitted to it in April, we talked about it in May, and I found it again in July.  The following are my friend’s thoughts titled, Quiet Pondering:  

“Quite often we get caught up in the societal ‘rat race’ to become ‘somebody,’ to acquire wealth, position, or anything and everything worldly in an attempt to purchase or achieve real happiness.  Real happiness does not have a price tag or position.  As a matter of fact real happiness is found without a dollar sign.  It is found in the good or tough times with the ones you love or a moment with a true friend riding the countryside looking at the beautiful scenery or in a rocker on the front porch reminiscing about days gone by.  So often we should be thanking God for all the blessings we have through Him.

Joy in the Lord enables people to enjoy all that God has given: They rejoice in family (Proverbs 5:18); Food (1 Timothy 4:3-5); Celebration (Deuteronomy 16:13-15); Fellowship (Philippians 4:1).

They share with all believers the joys and sorrows of life.  ‘Rejoice with those that Rejoice and weep with those that weep.’ (Romans 12:15 HCSB)

‘Peace I leave with you, My peace I give unto you; not as the world giveth, give I unto you.  Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid’ (John 16:27).”

Interesting thoughts.

Today the world is full of people looking for joy and hope and life in every place but the right place.  Reminds me of the old country song, “Looking for love in all the places/looking for love in too many faces,” by Waylon Jennings.

Real joy, hope, happiness, and life is found in Jesus Christ alone.  He said that He was the “way, the truth and the life,” and He came to give “abundant life.”

Connect with Jesus Christ and He will give you so much more than the world will give.

Thanks Van and until next time…

Monday, November 18, 2013

Missing Today and Every day


Missing Dad


I’m missing my dad today.  Not to say that I don’t miss him every day; it just seems more real, more raw, more realistic today than other days have been. 

Today marks one year ago that dad left the temporary bonds of this corrupt and crumbling world and was admitted into the beauty and splendor of his forever home.  While describing it from this vantage point makes his passing-his death-a little more bearable, it still does not make it easier.  My father died in the hospital in Fort Payne on November 18, 2012 at the age of 82.

He had actually been slipping away for several years, with the last year living with my brother and his family in south Fort Payne.  Taking his freedoms away, his independence was not what Jonathan or I wanted to do, but it was the best.

He actually continued to enjoy cleaning, raking leaves, watching the pet turkeys and walking the yard with the dog.  He would sit down in the yard and talk to the dog, his ever present companion during that last year.  Dad has always enjoyed being outside; God’s creation was his greatest pleasure.  For thirty two years of his professional life, the great outdoors was his office.  Having grown up on a farm, a dairy farm at that, he was prone to be outside and working hard, long hours.

Today I have been recalling stories he told through the years.  Stories that were entertaining, enlightening, and educational.  He could weave the story in such a way that only few can; I called him the “Lewis Gizzard of DeKalb County.”  In some ways I think I may have inherited that ability from him.  Oh, I’m not as good as he was, but I do feel that he left a print on me in that regards.

I know that the ability to speak publically, long and pointedly was something I inherited from him.  There have been times I wondered if maybe God called him to preach.  Yet, he was known to say that if took a heathen like him to raise two fine men.  He was no heathen; he was a good man, who loved his boys unconditionally and served them with every fiber of his being.

I’m sure that there are traits I have that came from him.  I may speak, or act a certain way, or do something and will automatically think of him.  It is just in my genes.  Tina has been known to look at me and say, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were John Fuller.”  That is high praise.

Standing in that hospital room on that Sunday morning, one year ago today, I was impacted by the way God deals with His own in death.  As a minister, a member of the Law Enforcement family, and as a former firefighter I have seen a lot of people dead or dying.  I watched the last of life ebb away both in a dramatic fashion and in a peaceful form, and all the ones in between.

On that morning I watched as Poppa took deep, linger breaths.  He was slowly being removed from this life to the life he had longed for; the life he had been prepared for over years of struggles, heartaches, troubles, and good, grand, and pleasant times.  God was gradually allowing him to pass from this life to the next.  He, that is the Father of Creation, was also giving time for the me and Jonathan to say our final goodbyes, to allow Poppa to know that we would be alright and continue to carry the Fuller name.

As that last breath faded and he body, that shell that had held the spiritual for many years, stilled there was both relief and sorrow in my own heart.  At that moment I thanked God for giving me a daddy who loved and cared; but I was saddened that he had to go, leaving me behind.  There was also a tinge of jealousy as I thought of the many who had gone before that daddy was now rejoined with and rejoicing with in that place called heaven. 

The next few days, and honestly the last year has been a haze.  How I miss him.  Being able to pick up the phone and call, just to chat.  Or those times that I needed a question answered.  Or just to hear him tell another story.  Those are days that I miss.

The other day I was driving along the road and took my phone, punched in his phone number.  Then I realized he was not there.  It is hardest when you want so badly to talk to the one who has gone and you come to understand they are not available.

Dad and I shared a special bond, one that I will never be able to fully explain.  I remember that day he took me into his confidence.  Our relationship was different, stronger, better, sweeter, and refreshing from that moment on.  It was an incredible moment for me.

I miss him but I know where he is and one day I’ll see him again.

Saturday, November 2, 2013

Reminder

Homecoming at Rockford Baptist Church November 3 beginning at 10:30.  Dr. Gerald Hallmark preaching, the RBC Choir leading in worship, as well as a few of the other talented members.  You are invited to attend. 

Come Home!


Time Change:

Set your clocks back one hour before you go to bed tonight.

 

Wednesday, October 30, 2013

Students and 1st Amendment Rights


Student Initiated Prayer on Public School Campuses

I have heard it said, time and time again, that the kids in public school cannot pray.  The sad thing is that I too have been guilty of saying the same thing. 
As is common among many of my readers, we grew up in a different time.  It was an era of true religious liberty.  We started the day at school with the pledge of allegiance, a Bible verse or story, and prayed.  Most often than not the teacher was the one leading the prayer.  She would pray for her students, their families, the school and staff, the country, and any number of others things pertinent to that moment and time.  These things were common in the classrooms in those days, but times changed.

We came to school one day and the Bible verse and story was replaced by announcements; the prayer was prayed in some classrooms, while others did not say a prayer.  Then the day came when we prayed in certain rooms before the lunch period.  Then, there was no prayer said, no pledge voiced, and no Bible read.  Fear took over, lawsuits were suggested to anyone found doing anything remotely religious, and the morale and morals of the land changed for the worse.
Times changed, winds of oppression blew, storm clouds gathered in several places causing the prayers to cease all together.  All be it, the rule was that the prayers could not be initiated by a teacher, staff member, or administrator, the caution was so severe that the prayers ceased to exist.

In many public schools around the country the pledge, the commandments, the Bible or prayer is not welcomed.  I am proud to say that every morning my 5th grade girl enters her classroom and settles in for the beginning of the day, which begins with a public address that originates in the office of her middle school.  They begin the day by listening as an adult welcomes everyone to school that day.  Then the pledge is recited, and there is a moment of silence.
All of this is led by an administrative staff member!  Yet, there are those who say prayer is not to be said at school, the pledge is not desirable for the public school, and we are raising a generation of heathens.

I share my personal story with you, so that you will know that the prayer, the pledge and God are still welcomed in the public school.  Yes, I would love to see the Bible verse or Bible story come back and my child allowed to be led in prayer by a public educator.  But I also know that should we allow that, then we open Pandora’s Box to all number of other off the wall and radical religious movements that have nothing to do with Jesus. 
Some will yell at the top of their lungs regarding the issue of separation of church and state.  What they do not say, and what I do comprehend, is that they have not read or studied that concept.  They want to be heard, so they call out some phrase of the law which sounds real intelligent, but they could not explain it nor apply it to reality.

The clause is a part of the Bill of Rights.  The function of the Bill of Rights is to protect the rights of the citizens of the United States.  The first ten amendments were added to the Constitution to protect the citizens’ rights against actions by a national government.
The first amendment, representing the first statement of the Bill of Rights, provides for freedom of religion.  It says that every American is free to follow the religion of his or her own choice, or not to practice any religion at all.  Within this amendment, the establishment of the separation of church and state exist, whereby the government shall not favor any one religion or establish a religion.

Some liberal politicians have attempted to take this amendment and subvert it to their own way of thinking.  By doing so, they have issued one provision after other, one statement after another, desiring to limit the free exercise of religion in America.  Through their bluffing and puffing they have instilled fear in many to the point that they want to have nothing to do with the exercise of religion, particularly on public school campuses.
But I must tell you that there are some things which our students can do on the public campus which are within the letter of the law.

A few years ago, Matthew D. Staver with the Liberty Counsel wrote an opinion that I recently came into possession of and which answers a wide number of questions which I had related to the subject of public schools and religious exercise.
He reminds readers that the student who goes to a public school campus does not “shed their constitutional rights to freedom of speech or freedom of religion when they enter the schoolhouse gate” Since that is true they may use non-instructional time to express their opinions verbally or in writing.

These non-instructional times are spelled out as follows: before or after school, in between classes, during the lunch hour, on the playing field, and at any other time when instruction is not taking place.
He writes, “Prayer is a form of speech and therefore during non-instructional time, students do have the constitutional right to pray individually or in groups.”

The See You At The Pole event is a nationwide campaign which takes place in September of every year.
According to the official website at www.syatp.com the See You At The Pole event is a Global Day of Student Prayer.

See You at the Pole™, the global day of student prayer, began in 1990 as a grass roots movement with ten students praying at their school. Twenty years later, millions pray on their campuses on the fourth Wednesday in September.

See You at the Pole™ is simply a prayer rally where students meet at the school flagpole before school to lift up their friends, families, teachers, school, and nation to God. See You at the Pole™ is a student-initiated, student-organized, and student-led event.

 
On the About page of the abovementioned website is a list of a number of supporting ministries is long.  Mentioned in the list are the following:






*      Young Life

*      The Navigators




*      Salvation Army



 
Basically the See You At The Pole campaign is described in Wikipedia:

See You at the Pole (SYATP) is an annual gathering of Christian students of all ages at a flagpole in front of their local school for prayer, scripture-reading and worship, during the early morning before school starts. The American SYATP events occur on every fourth Wednesday of September. The events began in 1990, in the United States, where public schools cannot sponsor prayers and some Christians see public schools as hostile to Christian students.  It has grown by word of mouth, announcements at youth rallies and churches, and the Internet and now occurs internationally. In 2005, over two million students in the U.S. participated, as well as students in Canada, Cote d'Ivoire, the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Ecuador, Germany, Ghana, Guam, Hong Kong, Indonesia, Japan, Kenya, South Korea, Malaysia, Nigeria, Norway, Peru, Portugal, Scotland, and South Africa.

In September of this year, our Middle School SGA hosted the SYATP event on their campus.  The members of the SGA contacted two local preachers, the honor guard, and made all of the arrangements.  I am sure they consulted with their school sponsors, but otherwise, it was the students doing the work and making it happen.
That Wednesday morning it was raining, so the students gathered in the gym and at 7:30 the SYATP became the See You In The Gym, with around 300 middle school students gathered for prayer, the pledge of allegiance, and song.  It was the best I have ever attended and the preachers, at the invitation of the SGA members offered prayers for the students.

A week later I heard through the students that they have been asked to verify who set the SYATP rally up, who led it, who made decisions, and the list was too long to make mention of, with additional reports of several children who reported to members of the Board of Education they felt pressure to attend.  With these things going on the Board of Education has talked about the SYATP rally at the Middle School in their monthly meeting and this month went into executive session to discuss the event.
It is my understanding there was also a question as to who made the decision and who authorized the decision for the event to be moved from the front lawn where the flag pole is to the gym.  It seems that some folks saw the name of the event at See You At The Pole and not See You In The Gym.  The humor is not lost to me.

Staver writes, “The annual See You At The Pole event is an example of the constitutional rights of students to pray in groups.  Students do not lose the right to speak or pray simply because they enter the public school campus.  Students may pray around a flagpole or on other public school grounds during non-instructional time.  Schools may not prohibit students from praying in this manner.  Students may not block sidewalks or driveways, nor should students use megaphones to announce their meeting or present their message if such would be disruptive to the ordinary operation of the school.”
These types of events are not relegated to annual times of national importance.  Students may opt to gather for prayer once a month, once a week, or every day; the rule is that it must be student initiated and held during non-instructional time.  Student led prayer is on the same level with other secular club activities and may use the school facilities in the same manner.

Just as they have the right to verbally speak on the school campus during non-instructional time, they also have the right to distribute religious literature.  Religious clubs have the same right to sponsor activities as other clubs in the public school.  Simply meaning, that if a secular club has permission to display posters or use the public address system to make announcements regarding their planned and upcoming events, religious clubs are to be given the same access and the same consideration to promote their events or activities.  
With this said, it is very clear that the First Amendment rights of students in public school have the right to sponsor and conduct events such as See You At The Pole or other appropriate activities.  Staver wrote, “The Supreme Court has unequivocally stated that students have a First Amendment right to pray before, during, or after the school day.”

School officials, boards, and administrators need to educate themselves regarding the First Amendment rights of students.  They should not ever be seen as acting out of bigotry, religious bias or ignorance; if they act in a “knee jerk” method toward complaints they may receive, this will be the perception and what is perceived far outweighs what they say or believe.
There are actions which can be taken in regards to misunderstandings or students and/or public school employees receiving negative response from attempts to practice their First Amendment rights on the public school campus:

v  The United States Department of Education has material titled, “Guidelines on Religious Expression in Public Schools.”  This publication points out that students have the right to participate in STATP as a protected act of religious expression.

v  Contact Liberty Counsel at www.LC.org

v  Contact Southeast Law Institute.  A. Eric Johnston, president, will be happy to discuss with you the things you need to know related constitutional and public policy issues.  Website: www.southeastlawinstitute.org or email: AEJ@SoutheastlawInstitute.org

Friday, October 25, 2013

Publications from Jeff Fuller

From FirmFoundations




These are my children's books.  We are taking pre-orders right now, and you can get both as a bundle.  Sam Comes to Rockford and Sam and Merry Christmas tell the stories of adventures in a small town, as the animals and people pets learn about family, friends and faith.  Order today!  Great Christmas presents; you can read to your children or grand's.

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Also pre-order this newest edition from FirmFoundations.  It gives us a true picture of America and the Christians response.  Each book is $8.95 each with an additional $5.00 for shipping and handling.

All of these are avaible at Sew Cute (shopsocute@gmail.com) in Rockford.  You may email me at firmfoundations316@gmail.com and  I will gladly take your order.

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Saturday, October 19, 2013

Some things make you feel good.


Some things just make you feel good


By: Dr. Jeff Fuller

A call came in the other day at just the right time and in the rights place, which made me smile.

The last few weeks have been a whirlwind of activity.  It seems that this pastor has gone from one event to another, one meeting to another, and one situation to another; all coming so fast, so intense with no end in sight.  Things in life will just tire you out.  It is the kind of tired that comes with an emotional, psychological, mental, and yes, even a spiritual drain.  These things come into my life and your life with just speed and impacting blows that you just seem to be spinning your wheels in quick sand.  Have you ever been there?

Sure you have!  We all have!  It is not something we are immune to, twist and turns will come in life and sometimes with regularity.  Other times it will be without warning.  Either way, these things will come leaving you breathless, bewildered, “bummed out.”  You will sit in your favorite chair, gazing into space, confused, feeling as if your head is full of so much cobwebs. 

These are the times of life when you need someone to come along and be your encourager.  You will need to someone to lift you up, say they are praying for you, or sit quietly while you sort it out in your head and in your heart.  This may come in the form of a casserole, “comfort food,” card, letter, or an offer to assist in some way.  However the encouragement comes, remember that God sent it as just the right time, in the time when you needed it most.

Paul had Barnabas, David had Jonathan, and Timothy had Paul.  The list is long of those in biblical time who had someone come to you, lift them up, encourage them, and stand with them through the difficult days of their lives.  Most importantly we have the admonition, “Let us hold on to the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful. And let us be concerned about one another in order to promote love and good works…but encouraging each other, and all the more as you see the day drawing near.” Hebrews 10:23-25 (HCSB)

With all of this as the basis for the phone call, let me share with you the story.  I am driving along the Interstate, returning from a number of hospital visits.  I am tired, drained, and spent.  The phone rings and as soon as I punch the key to connect, the person on the other end said, “Just wanted to check on my pastor, brother and friend today.  How are you?”

Friends, you will never know how comforting, how refreshing, how listing those word sounded.  It left me with a smile on my face, a peace in my heart, and was the encouraging words I needed at that moment.  How wonderful it is to have people who think about you and willingly say the things you need at the moment you need them most.

The writer of Proverbs wrote many wise sayings.  Among them are two that stand out today: “Anxiety in a man’s heart weighs it down, but a good word cheers it up.” Proverbs 12:25 (HCSB) and “A word spoken at the right time is like gold apples on a silver tray.” Proverbs 25:11 (HCSB)

Take time to encourage someone today and if you need encouragement, accept it because it will bless you and the one who gives it.

Until next time…

Saturday, September 28, 2013

Cell Phones and Church


Cell Phones in Church

 

Recently I posted on my Facebook timeline a video which is self-proclaimed as a light hearted video in response to cell phones in church.  It seems that the church, Westminister Presbyterian Church in Burbank, California, wanted to present the video in question as “one church's light-hearted response to annoying cell phones ringing during services.” (http://youtu.be/D2_c81Nnsc0 Uploaded on January 30, 2011).

 

In the video, the narrator shares that there will be fines for those who do not turn off their phones during the service.  It is said that if the phone goes off during the announcements, the offender will be charged an additional $25.00 to their weekly offering; if the phone rings during the prayer concerns, the offending party will be charged $50.00 in addition to the weekly offering; but if the ringer rings during the sermon, the offender will “go straight to hell.”

 

While it is a parody, with a great deal of humor, it seems there are some which do not comprehend what that is.  In other words, this video falls under a “parody, lampoon, spoof, sendup, mockery, takeoff, burlesque, travesty, charade, pasquinade, put-on.”  Defined, a parody is “(noun) a composition that imitates or misrepresents somebody's style, usually in a humorous way; (verb) humorous or satirical mimicry; make a spoof of or make fun of.”

 

As for me, I thought the video was funny, but some took offense to it, as it was reposted to other timelines.  I find it offensive that someone would not be able to laugh, finding the humor in something which should be a course of common sense.

 

It amazes me that there are some who do not have any respect for the house of God and for worship, using their cell phones for everything in a church service.  Some do use their phones for keeping up with the preacher, through their Bible application; but what I am referring to is texting, playing games, or reading Facebook messages.  This takes away from the focus of worship. 

 

No, using a cell phone in church service will not condemn the user to hell, but it will remove the focus of the person from the central view of worship, to be distracted and preoccupied.  By using the cellar device for all sorts of other activities than worship, the person will be too occupied to the point they miss the message God may have for them, or for others around them.

 

Some may think this is a personal problem, affecting only themselves, but the user of the phone may distract other worshippers from true worship.  The ringing, chirper, or even the quiet laughing will disturb others around them.  Sharing a picture or a message with the ones nearby, may cause someone to miss an important message they need and that God placed before them at that very moment.

 

I have been in meetings where the first thing we are asked to do is turn off all devices.  It is a matter of giving full and undivided attention to what is going on, instead of being side tracked or interrupting others during the meeting.  There is nothing more disheartening than to have prepared a presentation with vital, important information and have the ones who need to know this information to be preoccupied with something like a text conversation or chatting on Facebook.  Disheartening yes, but above all it is rude and disrespectful.

 

Unless you are using your Bible application in a church service, ignoring all other functions and apps on your phone, then turn the device off.  It could be mean a difference between spiritual life and spiritual death, for you and someone else in the room.

Friday, September 13, 2013

9/11 Twelve Years Later


With every intention, I attempted to publish this to my blog on the day of, instead of several days later.  Due to personal time constraints hindering that publication date and a continual flow of thoughts of regarding the subject matter for this blog, I am truly sorry that I was unable to post until now.

I truly hope you will read and re-read what follows and think both politically and spiritually regarding what you find here.  May we all be inspired, yet warned that we are at a crossroads in the life of America.  The choice we make will determine the direction.

JWF September 13, 2013

 

Twelve Years Ago Today

Can you remember where you were twelve years ago today?  Some were hurrying about the daily activities of getting kids to day care and school; others running late for work; still others sat at the table savoring the last cup of coffee before planning the day’s activities.  You may have been driving along the expressway listening to the latest morning talk show or sitting in a terminal waiting on a plane to take you to some faraway place.  Wherever you may have been you will never, ever forget this day.

Today, twelve years ago, America became a punching bag for the evil and heart filled hate of a group of people who perpetrated the most despicable of acts ever committed on our soil, in our own backyard.  We had read about, and watched as images raced across the television screen of the suicide bombers of third world countries.  We had been told of those who believed it was their call-a holy mission-to kill others along with themselves for the cause of some religious thoughts, mandates of some religious leader.

From 10th Year Anniversary: http://youtu.be/-KqPZrMKpwk  

Yet, on this day in history the religious practice of a band of fanatical and deceived individuals, carried out an act of war on American soil, aimed at the American people and in hopes of destroying the faith of the American people.  These fanatics took over four planes filled with passengers, diverted them from the intended destination in hopes of taking out the center of government, the military headquarters and the financial centers of the American people.  Even if they were unable to take out the aforementioned places, they desired to at the least cripple these bastions of leadership, thus wreaking havoc and making weak what is the pride of the American people.

Bringing pain, sorrow, shame and despair upon the American people was accomplished in a matter of several hours on the morning of September 11, 2001.  As two planes collided with the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center and another plane crashed through the western wall of the Pentagon, American people stood with total dismay as war was declared against America on American soil. 

The fourth plane was not as successful in its plot and mission as the three others were.  The fanatics who hijacked that plane and the passengers aboard United Airlines 93 crashed in a field outside of Shanksville, Pennsylvania.  The religious fanatics had hoped to take this plane and crash it into the Nation’s Capital in Washington, D.C.  The passengers of Flight 93 said, “Let’s Roll,” and became American heroes that day, taking a proactive stance attempting to overcome the hijackers.

In all, almost 3,000 people lost their lives on that gruesome day.  Included in that number are 227 civilians, 19 hijackers, and 9/11 is known as the deadliest incident for firefighters in the history of the United States.  On that day in history, children lost parents, parents lost children, husbands lost wives, wives lost husbands and on and on it goes.  Fire Departments, Rescue Units, Police Departments, and the Port Authority lost members to the senseless and inexcusable actions of a small group of Islamic terrorist who had such a deep seated hatred of the American people they would give their life to cripple and maim the targeted nation.

That day in history is forever engraved into the mind of the pure, hot blooded American.  We are grateful for the lives of those who aided and assisted in the day of and the days following this horrendous event in the life of American history.  We are also still very raw when it comes to any thought of someone planning or even thinking about bringing some action against our brothers and sisters of the Red, White, and Blue.

The immediate effects the 9/11 attacks had on the American people is seen in the Police and rescue workers who took leaves of absences from their jobs around the country to go to Ground Zero in New York City.  These people in large part knew no one who had been in involved in the event, but went to that place, traveling at their own expense to recover bodies from the twisted remnants of the Twin Towers.  During the days following the attacks, blood donations across the United States surged and continued so for weeks to follow.

As these fanatical Islamist Terrorist perpetrated their evil plan, taking the lives of many, and disrupting the peace and tranquility of the American people, there were some important steps taken immediately which demonstrated the resilience of this nation and the faith and belief which was deeper and more firmly planted than some expected.

Already mentioned, but bearing to be pointed out with some explanation were the individuals who answered the call.  The call was something which was borne deep within them, something only heard by those who understand.

Today, a dear friend posted on Facebook, what he termed as a “rant” but I find noteworthy.  Todd Sassono is a talented musician who has played bass for several Nashville country stars, including Craig Campbell (www.CraigCampbell.TV).  While still playing in various venues, both in Alabama and Nashville, for the last few years he has been employed by the Alexander City Fire Department, as a certified fire fighter and paramedic.  His post which follows was a “WOW” moment for me as it brought tears to my eyes and a knot in my throat.

Today is a day that is always full of emotion for everyone, but especially for anybody that puts on a badge. It doesn't make us bulletproof or invincible. I can't lift a mountain or an 18 wheeler. We don't even consider ourselves "the brave". Many of us just realize that we are the ones stupid enough to be running towards the danger where everybody is running from. We run towards the gunshots, the fully involved house fire, just doing a job and hoping to clock out. I've had a man see me out at a restaurant and pay for my dinner, then give my son a $5 bill to buy a toy because I saved his life one night (he obviously had me mistaken for a good paramedic. Lol). I had my calling 9/11/2001 and joined the fire service as a volunteer shortly after. Anyway, I'm saying all this to say thank you to all my brothers and sisters in red and in blue for being there behind me, next to me, or in front of me, heading into the unknown and hoping to just get home after 730.

There are other stories like his, stories of valor as men and woman have taken up the call to defend, protect and serve our country.  The following is a story I saw today related to a firefighter turned actor, who spent several weeks following 9/11 at his old post.

Few people know that actor Steve Buscemi was a New York City firefighter. Fewer people know that he rejoined his Engine crew in the aftermath of September 11, 2001. The Reservoir Dogs star anonymously searched for fallen firefighters and other survivors for several days following the attacks. He reportedly worked 12 hour shifts as a volunteer with FDNY Engine 55, his old firehouse.  “He put in 60 hours on top of the pile, pulling out victims,” a retired FDNY battalion chief Richard Ardisson, 56, said to People magazine. “Not delivering coffee or giving moral support. He was exhausted and covered in soot.”  Buscemi served FDNY for four years in the little Italy section of New York City. He continues to stay involved with FDNY.

 


 

Even in the days and months that followed it appeared there had been a renewal of faith.  Churches around the nation reported a new desire of people for worship and the study of scriptures.  Attendance in churches was at an all-time high.     

It escalated from there as men and woman have taken up arms and fought the evil empire of Al Qaida in places too numerous to mention.  Our service personnel in all branches of the military have answered the call of duty, serving with honor and dignity, fighting a war that cannot be won.  My humble opinion is that the leadership at the time performed as best they knew how under the circumstances and made great strides in showing the world that we would not stand idly by while terrorist killed our people on our own soil.  We are American through and through and will not allow “the least of these” to be slaughtered in the name of some religious philosophy by some fanatical zealot who declares a holy war. 

Therefore the heroes of our country marched off to war under the banner of revenging the blood spilled and with the Red, White and Blue waving proudly.  These individuals saw things that some will never, ever talk about.  On patrol, they would encounter woman locked arm and arm approaching them, with the enemy hiding behind their skirts, shooting our American troops.  Ultimately, the only way to survive was to take aim, pull the trigger and watch the woman fall lifeless to the ground, along with the enemy soldiers.  They endured the hardships of the desert, the warfare of the mind, the dangers of IED’s, and the hopelessness of the situation many live in, in places some still cannot pronounce, much less spell.  Some of these have returned home without limbs, with severe and debilitating injuries, and with psychological issues.  Yet, they are the heroes of our time; they fought the battle with pride and with a deep sense of humanity.  I salute the military personnel and realize I am indebted to them, and able to celebrate my freedoms as an American because of their sacrifice.

In the days of 9/11 and that followed the American people assumed a greater degree of patriotism than witnessed in the past.  More flags were posted, more pride was shown, and more love of country was rooted deeply in the landscape of society.  We witnessed a great surge in the embrace of freedom.  It was truly a new day of love for country.

I guess this would be something which would come when you witness the world you have known as a place of freedom and liberty come to a standstill before your very eyes.  We wept as we viewed the images of the Twin Towers billowing with smoke, bodies and debris falling to the earth, and then the collapse of the icons into a pile of rubble.  We were stunned to hear the reports of the potential that this was a suicide bombing, perpetrated by terrorist, strategically planned and executed.  We were aghast when the word came that our nation’s leaders were targeted in that place we hold dear, the seat of government-Washington, D.C.  Our blood was chilled when we are informed that terrorist had plotted to destroy America.

All of these things led to an immediate call on the God of heaven; crying out to the Author of Creation, the one true God of the Universe.  In a time of trouble, pain and greatest time of sorrow, the people of the United States turned to God.  Yes, some came with deep and condemning questions, but the most came for comfort, relieve and solace.  Churches filled with people, around the nation, as doors were unlocked and lights were turned on.  Altars were crowded, as mourners knelt before the railings to plead and cry, talking to the all-knowing God.  Sound bytes recorded speeches laced with all manner of references to our only help and hope comes from the one true God.  It appeared that this may have awakened the spiritual hunger and thirst for the Living God.

National calamity results in a search for meaning and purpose in life.  The search happens on the national front because of the strong flow away from God and God’s ways.  America had experienced times of renewal and revival in times past, when there was conflict or chaos.  We only need to search history and see this as the case.  But more times than not, the fire only intensifies to be snuffed out by the same ones who appear to be holding the torch.  These things are nothing more than a flash in the pan, a use of the correct terminology at the appointed time.

I think today of those many times that we-and I do hold all of us responsible even though it might be offensive-for the Bible being removed from the classroom, prayer being tampered down, and the prohibition of a monument of the Ten Commandments.  I think of the many, many children which have been aborted, the suicide-assisted deaths, and the senseless killing of children in our schools.  I am reminded that there are corporations which have time and again fought for religious rights, only to be condemned by some activist group proclaiming the separation clause.  How very far we remove ourselves from the God of Creation to reinvent ourselves, only to find ourselves in bondage.

Amazingly we have people who wish to rewrite the history of our great land, to take away any of the references to God, to divine providence, and to a search for freedom of worship.  Our country was established upon the principles of the Word of God and by Godly, God-fearing individuals who desired to worship God, serve God, and share the Gospel of Christ.  The pilgrims came to the shores of the new land with the hopes and dreams, with a deep seated faith that they had been charged as missionaries of the message of God.

Due to these types of situations, it seems we as a nation move further and further away from God, having a form of godliness, but denying the power of it; appearing to be God fearing, but acting as if it matters not what God thinks.

With the tragedy which came upon us on 9/11 and the loss of lives you would think that it would cause us to be closer than ever before 12 years later.  In the wake of the events of 9/11 the people of America demonstrated such an outpouring of love, care, compassion with hearts that were broken for the pain of the situation, but hearts overflowing with the need to do something, anything to help the fellow man.  One should suspect that this alone would make us more like Christ, examples of the power and presence of the Holy Spirit.

Yet, the appearance of a renewal on the day and in the wake of 9/11, the human interest which surged, the falling into a time of prayer, and the attendance in church services was only a passing fancy and a flash in the pan of what could have, should have been.  For as the time came which distanced us from the tragedy and the rhetoric of the moment that we were “One Nation Under God” and singing “God Bless America,” so came the falling away from the moment which could have defined us and proven that we were what we said we were.

This week I have been listening to the CD Audio book titled, The Harbinger: The Ancient Mystery That Holds the Secret of America's Future by author Jonathan Cahn.  Here is a synopsis of the book from Amazon:

 

Is it possible...

That there exists an ancient mystery that holds the secret of America s future?

That this mystery lies behind everything from 9/11 to the collapse of the global economy?

That ancient harbingers of judgment are now manifesting in America?

That God is sending America a prophetic message of what is yet to come?

Before its destruction as a nation, ancient Israel received nine harbingers, prophetic omens of warning. The same nine harbingers are now manifesting in America with immediate ramifications for end-time prophecy.

Hidden in an ancient biblical prophecy from Isaiah, the mysteries revealed in The Harbinger are so precise that they foretold recent American events down to the exact days. The revelations are so specific that even the most hardened skeptics will find it hard to dismiss or put down. It sounds like the plot of a Hollywood thriller with one exception... IT’S REAL.

 

While listening I was drawn to a scripture which was prominent in Part of his explanation of the events and the results which came manifest themselves in it.  It is a verse from Isaiah:

“The bricks have fallen, but we will rebuild with cut stones; the sycamores have been cut down, but we will replace them with cedars.”

Isaiah 9:10 (HCSB)

A most obscure verse which in its contextual meaning related to Israel, is almost uncanny how it appeals to and relates to where we are 12 years later.

I've been attending Beth Israel under Jonathan Cahn's leadership for over two decades. I have never seen or read anyone that can unpack information with the facility he does. Having been familiar with much of the information and facts contained in The Harbinger through Rabbi Cahn's sermons over the years, I am still blown away by the amount of seemingly new information in this book as well as the method and order of its revealing. He brilliantly unfolds this message that needs to be (and is) as resoundingly clear as can be: God is warning this country to turn back to Him. As anyone with ears to hear and eyes to see can tell, we are living in perilous times. This narrative and the true, checkable facts it is built around demonstrate that even in chaos, there is order ... and that nothing happens (or will happen) apart from God's allowance. He is in control.

If you doubt His being in control - or if you doubt the parallels between God's dealings with ancient Israel and the events in America since and including 9/11, reading The Harbinger with an open mind will change that. Reading it with an open heart might just change your life.


The verse is said in defiance, a revealing of a spirit of rebellion within the heart, over the attack by the Assyrian nation on the people of Israel.  God sent the enemy to bring the people back to God.  He desired they walk with Him in obedience, but they turned away.  They vowed they would remember, they would rebuild, and they would be stronger.  Please make note of the “They would;” the vow is that nothing would keep them from the task to which they have set their minds and hearts.  Nothing would stop them; no, nothing, not even God.

As God uses things to draw people back to Him, people continue to dream up their own plans to counter the acts against them.  Even though our money may say, “In God We Trust,” our heart and the actions of our hands says that we trust in nothing less than ourselves and what we can do.

…Two former Democratic U.S. senators both cited an obscure Bible verse in their efforts to comfort and embolden Americans after the 9/11 attacks – both apparently misunderstanding the context of Isaiah 9:10, which represents a repudiation of the role of God in the affairs of men.

The speeches by former Senate Minority Leader Tom Daschle in a joint session of Congress the day after 9/11 and one by Sen. John Edwards, a vice presidential candidate on the third anniversary of the attack in 2004, represent two of the more dramatic elements of The Harbinger.

Both Daschle and Edwards later fell into disgrace and no longer hold any public office. Daschle was nominated to become secretary of the Department of Health and Human Services by Barack Obama, but was forced to withdraw his nomination after revelations he failed to accurately report and pay his income taxes. Edwards ran for the Democratic presidential nomination in 2004 and 2008, but he was later indicted by a North Carolina grand jury on six felony charges of violating multiple federal campaign contribution laws to cover up an extramarital affair he admitted to following his 2008 campaign. Ultimately Edwards was found not guilty on one count, and the judge declared a mistrial on the remaining five charges, as the jury was unable to come to an agreement. The Obama Justice Department dropped the charges and would not attempt to retry him.


It may be that national leaders are right, we are a nation that God has brought judgment upon.  We have really made a mess of this nation founded upon the principles of the Word of God.  Recounted earlier were the facts of some of these actions which have brought about the judgment.  Let us add to that the fact we have outspent the government’s ability to meet the financial demands enacted by elected officials which have no desire for the nation, only serving their own selfish self-centered passions.  There is the desire of many who are more comfortable with appeasing gods, instead of obeying and recognizing the One True God.  Due to pressures from the loud minority of individuals, the highest court system of the land has now recognized the desires of the deviant sexually confused than bow to the desires of the biblical and God fearing majority.

How far we have come in such a short time!  Twelve years ago we were brought together, united and seeking the God of heaven for help and strength.  We were shaken to the core of our being, coming together for worship of the One True God.  Then we as an American people fell back to the old ways of bending and bow before our own gods of wisdom, intelligence, military power, and rational humanistic thinking.  We have come so far in such a short time! 


I am American like the rest of you!  I am true and blue, through and through.  I was moved by the prayers and the renewal witnessed in the wake of 9/11.  I salute the men and woman who served faithfully in recovery efforts.  Today I remember those who lost their lives and the heroes who gave all they could give.  Yes, I will say and proclaim until the day I die, “God Bless America!”

Yet, I am saddened by the signs of the times.  As people go about their business as usual life style, living for themselves, selfishly and self-centered concerned about not one else but themselves, I am reminded that this is truly the end of times.  Some would ask why it makes me sad?  The answer is simple and easy: They will miss the blessings of eternity, because they have lifted their fist to God and said, “I will remember, I will rebuild, and I will be stronger.”  No thought of God, no willingness to bend and bow before the one to whom they owe some much.  So sad, so very sad.

I am praying for America, because I have not given up and still believe that God has not given up.  I believe there is time for a move of God that will usher in the end.  The church must preach and the Christian must live and people must be willing to find Him.

“Seek the LORD while He may be found; call to Him while He is near.”

Isaiah 55:6 (HCSB)