Tractors and Golf

Today I became an official "Deep Creeker." I finally got a tractor....a lawn tractor. Hey, everybody has to start somewhere, right? Its a used one, probably 5 or 6 years old, but it is in really good shape and I spent about half of what I would have if I had went after a used John Deere. Maybe some day I'll be worthy of a Deere, but not yet. Now I have to figure out how to mow this crazy yard that we live on. Stay tuned. I have a feeling that there are some really funny stories just around the bend.

Tonight, Sue and I played three holes of golf. The conditions were great, and the course was immaculate. One of the holes had a river running through it. Another hole was lined with beautiful pines, and had mountains in the backround. In case you haven't guessed - we were playing on Josiah's Wii. I have discovered that I am as bad on the video game as I am on the real course. My beautiful wife of almost 25 years, who has NEVER played a hole of golf in her life beat me by....I don't know how many strokes. Part of me wants to practice so I can win a few matches, but the time to do that is not real high on the priority list. We'll see.

Happy birthday to my Dad! 78 yrs young and still an inspiration to me! Love you!

A Song for Melody

I had the privilege today of visiting a woman who is dying of cancer. Some might think that is kind of a weird privilege, and I understand that. Spending time with people who are moving closer and closer to death can be a bit unnerving. What do you say? Somehow, "How are you doing?" just doesn't seem to be the right question. Besides that, deep down inside, we just don't like coming face to face with what everyone spends so much time trying to avoid thinking about. We will, however, face it someday. Maybe not through the ravages of a disease, but somehow, someway, it will come to us. That makes us more than a little uncomfortable - even those of us who believe in faith that the end of this life is just the beginning of life in the presence of God forever. After more than sixteen years of ministry, I still find visiting the dying one of the most difficult parts of being a pastor. And, after more than sixteen years of ministry I can say without a doubt that it is during those visits that God has most profoundly taught me things I would never learn any other way.

Like today. I have visited with Melody four or five times since I have become pastor at Deep Creek, and I have watched as she has fought with every fiber of her being to defeat the cancer. She always has a smile on her face, even through the tears that flow when she talks about her struggle. She has family, and lots of friends in the area. Many people are, and have been, there to help her with whatever she might need. When I ask if there is anything I can do, the answer is always no, "just keep praying." I do. The whole church does. Lots of people are. But, I always feel so useless.

Today, I called to see if she was up for a visit. I had heard that she was getting weaker, and that the inevitable was getting closer and I felt burdened to stop and see her. Surprizingly Melody answered the phone and told me that today wasn't going so well, but that I could stop by after noon for a short visit and some prayer. I asked if she needed anything or if there was anything I could bring to her - like always, she said no. Once again, I just felt so useless. Couldn't I do something? I just wanted to giver her something that would make her smile and encourage her. But, we are too far away from town to "buzz" in for a card or for a small flower arrangement. It was too short notice to cook her anything. I was at a loss and feeling pretty frustrated when I called Sue to tell her that I was going over after noon.

Just before I left my office, the phone rang. It was Sue. She is amazingly on time and the vessel that God uses in my life more than she could ever imagine. She said, "Why don't you stop by the house and pick up your guitar and play a song for her?" I was shocked by the question. Not that it is that strange, but that I had never thought of that. So, on the way to Melody's house, I picked up my quitar and took it with me.

After a few minutes of conversation with Melody and her mother, I asked her if I could sing Amazing Grace, My Chains are Gone. She said yes, and as soon as I started she began crying. During the song, she smiled and looked at me and I knew she was encouraged. We talked some more about the hope we have in Christ, and in His triumph over sin and death. Then, I asked her if I could sing I Will Rise (another incredible song by Chris Tomlin). She said yes. The truth is, the words of that song are so powerful, I didn't know if I could get through it! But I did, and when it was over, there was a peace in that room that was unbelievable. Melody and her mom genuinely thanked me for the songs, and then we prayed.

What a rich and wonderful time of ministry that was. I'm not sure how much Melody received from my visit, but I know I received a blessing. I was humbled to be used of the Lord in someone's life, by doing something so simple. Yes - visiting a dying woman today was a privilege.

Deep Creek

The church I pastor is named Deep Creek Baptist Church, but that isn't the name of the town we live in. We live in Harrodsburg, KY, and the church is about 10 miles west of town in a rural farming area. The church was established back in 1796 and is one of the oldest in the state. The cemetery that surrounds the church has several headstones with dates that go back to the civil war. The history of the church is an amazing one -one I am proud to have a small part in.

Just a couple of days ago, I was sitting in front of the church on the grass enjoying the beautiful day, the sound of the frogs in the woods, and the brush of the breeze on my face. All of a sudden the sense of history was almost overwhelming. You see, there is a congregational picture that was taken around the turn of the century (1900) hanging on the wall inside the church. Everyone is standing in front of the church not far from the spot where I was sitting. Most of the people in the picture are dressed in black. The men are wearing black coats and hats, and many of the women are wearing long black or white dresses with long sleeves and hats. The children in the picture look like small copies of the adults. There are a few slight smiles, but not too many. None the less, a hundred or more people were at church that day.

The people that live in our community and attend this church today, descendents of the folks in that picture, are strong. They have had to be. They didn't get electricity out here until the '50's and most families subsisted off of what they raised and not much else. They worked hard and helped each other through difficult times. The family units are close and fiercely protective. You don't say much about anyone, because (and this is the truth) they are all related. Really. I think that besides my family, there might be one other woman in attendance here who isn't related by blood or marriage. I have ceased to be surprized when someone I meet downtown tells me they have a cousin, aunt, uncle, brother or sister-in-law that attends Deep Creek.

That kind of scared me at first. But, I'm learning that the "toughness" of the folks in my church is something that is significantly lacking in our world today. Yes, it has its negative side, but there is a genuine strength and endurance and hospitality here that I value and respect deeply. These people will do just about anything they can for you. They sacrifice of their own to help meet the needs of others. Generosity spills out of them. I've witnessed it and have been blessed by it over and over again in the seven months we've been here. Its not anything new, its how they've learned to live. Its a lesson that needs to be taught more in the world we live in. Its a lesson I need to learn again.

Welcome to my blog!

I have long said that there are too many people writing blogs that really have nothing significant to say. I still feel that way, but have realized that nobody is forcing me to read EVERYONE'S blog, and that I can narrow down the blogs I read to the ones that actually have an impact on my thinking. Some of the blogs I read are pretty deep and require a little time to ponder the ramifications of what was written. Other blogs that I read are just the tool that people use to keep family and friends up to date on their comings and goings.

That being said, I don't expect everyone to read this blog, and it is certain that what I will write will probably not be that significant either. But, occasionally, I think of something that strikes me as worthy of being "thrown out there" for others to look at. And, it will be yet another way of keeping MY family and friends up to date on what is happening with me and my family (My parents don't do facebook. Honestly, I'm starting to wonder why I do!)

So, come back every once and a while and find out what I'm up to and what I'm thinking about. I promise the posts wont be real long and hard to follow, and you might find something that makes you laugh, cry, or just pray a little harder for me.