I Saw My Gall Bladder Today

"For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb... My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth."

Psalm 139:13, 15 (ESV)

I was at St. Patrick's Hospital in Missoula today to get yet another test done on my gall bladder. Some of you know that I had a pretty bad attack that landed me in the ER just before we left Kentucky. I begged my medical care provider to let me take care of it once we moved here to Montana, and so true to my word I am in that process. Of course, the medical care providers here need MORE tests than were done there, so I found myself in diagnostic wing of St. Pat's at 7:45am this morning.

My tech was named Steve (nice young guy, btw), and he explained to me that they would put an IV in my arm and inject me with some radioactive isotopes that would light up my liver, small intestine, and gall bladder, so they could take some pictures of how things were working. To make a long story short, everything finally lit up and there in full color on a Dell monitor was my gall bladder. This might be a shock to some of you, but I hadn't ever seen it before. Neither had Steve (at least not mine).

It struck me as I was looking at it, that even though I had never seen my gall bladder - God had. In fact, He made it, and knows it perfectly. He doesn't need radioactive isotopes and million dollar cameras and full color Dell monitors. He sees ALL of me, even the parts of me that are hidden from human eyes. Beyond even seeing that little "pocket" that is hidden under my liver, God sees something even that camera can't - my heart. No, not the muscle, the invisible center of my being that directs my life. In all honesty, I'm glad He can see it, and not me. Because, if I could, what I see might be pretty discouraging. There is way too much Scott (and all that goes with that) in there, and not enough Jesus.

Thankfully, God's grace is greater than my weakness and failure. Thankfully, God's love continues to draw me forward and change me into the person He wants me to be. Thankfully, when God looks at my heart...He sees His name there, and He keeps hold of it.

I saw my gall bladder today. God sees my heart everyday. I hope I pass that test.

Thankful for God's Steadfastness

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. (Lamentations 3:22-23)

For I, the Lord, do not change; therefore you, o children of Jacob, are not consumed. (Mal. 3:6)

I guess it is a little to early to expect it, but I was hoping by now we would have some kind of "routine" going in our lives. I'm thinking that with us being here in Frenchtown less than three weeks that might be a bit premature. I have always thought that I was a kind of easy going, "go with the flow" kind of guy, but I am starting to see otherwise. I like my routines, and I don't like it when things are constantly in flux. I get grouchy. Just ask my family. That is why I am so thankful that even when my life has no real consistancy, God remains faithful and steadfast. Everyday He is still there providing what I need, when I need it, regardless of what is happening and when it is happening. The unplanned and unexpected twists and turns of my day don't derail His mercy and grace. Today, I am reminded that my security does not lie in my routine, but in stability of God's unchanging nature.

Big Changes, New Faces, Same Journey

If you look at the date of my last post, and then the date of this one, you might be wondering where I've been. Yeah, I've been wondering that myself.

It has been over a year since I last posted, and I could give you a thousand (well, maybe more like ten or twenty) reasons why I have been so silent but I won't bore you with them. Trust me when I say that what I would have written probably would not have made much sense. There was a lot going on in my heart and mind - most of it better left there and at the feet of Jesus. Thanks go out to my precious family for deep and constant patience, and to all my friends for their faithful prayers and continued fellowship through my, at times, crazy life. You don't know how much I appreciate you.

As many of you may know, I am now the Sr. Pastor of Frenchtown Community Church in Frenchtown, Montana. We left Kentucky on the first of September, and arrived here - just fifteen miles west of Missoula - on September 5th. The journey that led us here would take too long to recap, but it became evident to us during the last year that our ministry in Kentucky was not bearing the fruit that we had hoped. That is not to say our time there was unfruitful. We made many dear friends, and saw the Lord work through us and around us for His glory. We will have lots of wonderful memories of special people who blessed us in special ways, and we hope that somehow, God was able to bless them through us in the short two years we were there. There will always be a place in our hearts for Deep Creek Baptist Church, and saints who make it up.

Frenchtown Community Church seems very familiar to us in lots of ways. First, it is an non-denominational evangelical church, which is what our first two churches were. Second, we are back in the northwest, where we spent almost ten years prior to moving to Louisville to attend seminary. Third, the people here are so much like the folks we ministered with while living in Alaska and Oregon, that we just feel much more "at home" than we have in a while. We have found a place that - at least from what we have seen so far - appears to "fit." I am hoping that this is where God can plant us for the foreseeable future and we can begin to invest in what He is doing in the lives of this congregation and in this community.

We are excited about the potential ministry experiences and opportunities we will have here. There seems to be a hunger for a deeper knowledge of God's word within the congregation, and a desire to reach out to the people of this area with the gospel of Christ. Those things are evident by the number of Bible studies that are being organized and attended, and the ideas that are already being suggested for outreach to the community. With patience, lots of prayer and steadfast faith in God's ability to work in and through us, I think we will see some awesome things accomplished for the Kingdom.

Let me close this with a benediction that provides all the hope we need.

"Now unto Him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to Him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations - forever and ever. Amen." Ephesians 3:20-21 (ESV)

Textbook Preaching...

Wow, its been a while, huh? Well, the month of August was wild because on the 4th of the month, Josiah started back to school. Yeah, really! It was like - what happened to summer? School got out, we went to Myrtle Beach for 10 days, came back and jumped into Vacation Bible School, then had some events at church in July, and the next thing I know, that big yellow thing is rolling up and swallowing up my baby boy. We had all kinds of plans for doing stuff - but there simply wasn't enough time. The schools here are only out for two months, so that "break" goes by fast. We do get two weeks in October, and then in the spring another two weeks. But, to be honest, I think I'd rather have a few more weeks in the summer.

Anyway, the month of August ended on a great note. A local Baptist Church sponsored a Bible conference that featured five really good speakers and some great worship. Two of the speakers were professors from Southern Seminary (one was also my pastor at Ninth and O Baptist in Louisville -Go Dr. Cook!). The other two speakers were younger guys - one a pastor from here in H'burg and the other (a former classmate) from Tennessee. The fifth was a guy I had never heard before, a TALL guy from Lexington named Patrick Whyte. Every one of these guys honored the Lord and proclaimed messages that challenged and convicted the hearts of those in attendance.

One message was very special because it was a sermon that should be recorded and used as teaching material for young preachers everywhere. Dr. Hershael York preached a textbook sermon on how to use illustrations. I have always appreciated Dr. York's preaching - I think I'd have to say he is one of my top three favorite preachers. He has an ability to just to take the text and make it more real and practical than you have ever understood it to be before, always staying true to what author was trying to communicate. On Monday night he took Colossians 2-3 apart and we looked at them in ways I'd never thought of. Most of all I was amazed at how he used his illustrations and stories NOT just to make a point clear, but to transition the sermon from point to point. They were word pictures that you could identify with, and stories that made you laugh. But, they did much more than that - they acted like bridges, taking you from place to place, point to point in seemless fashion. Seriously, you just don't want the sermon to end. The next day at lunch, several of the pastors who were at the conference all commented on that same thing.

Some say that Biblical preaching is dead. I heartily disagree. We just need preachers who can take the Word of God and proclaim it in a way that reveals its power and beauty. Thanks, Dr. York, Dr. Cook, Dave, Justin and Patrick. This hungry heart was satisfied. Preach on!

I Think it's About Grace.....

My sermon text for this weekend is Matthew 22:1-14. Its the parable of the Wedding Banquet. The first part of the parable is broken down into three invitations. The first was made prior to the beginning of the story (v3 - "those who were invited"). The second was the "call" to tell them everything was now ready(v2). Finally, when those who were initially invited chose to reject the invitation, a third invitation is made to those in the streets, "both bad and good" (v10). There is a ton of great material there in those ten verses - stuff I could talk about for hours. The arrogance (or ignorance) of people who blew off an invitation to the wedding of the son of a king is beyond words. I understand that in Jesus' day, to do so was terribly unwise. I guess the response of the King to their actions was not that surprising to the original audience. But, beyond the invitations, what intrigues me (and probably Jesus' hearers) is the interaction between the King and the guest (vs11-13).

Here is a guy who DID respond to the invitation, and he ends up in "outer darkness." What is up with that? The text says that his failure was that he "had no wedding garment" (v11), and when questioned about it, he was "speechless" (v12). Seems a little harsh, doesn't it? Some commentators say that the host of a wedding banquet would hand out wedding garments to the guests and apparently this guy refused, thinking his own clothing was sufficient. They liken the putting on of the wedding garments to receiving God's righteousness. D.A. Carson, a New Testament scholar that I highly respect, thinks that position can't be supported. He notes that whatever the reason, the guest in question simply wasn't prepared and that lack of preparation was seen as a serious failure by the king. (See EBC, Vol 6. Carson's work on Matthew is worth the price of the whole volume!)

I think these last five verses carry the weight of the whole parable. I believe the point is, entrance into the Kingdom of God isn't about just accepting the invitation. Its about HOW you accept the invitation. You see, those who in pride, ignorance, or arrogance, flat rejected the invitation (and brutalized the king's servants) rightly brought judgment upon themselves. But judgment also came to one of the men who accepted the invitation... because he wasn't dressed right.

I think the issue is grace. He didn't recognize it.

Those who were invited last, were out on the street. They weren't anyone, or anything special. They were "both bad and good." The truth is, they didn't deserve to be invited any more than the original invitees. The only reason they were invited was because of the grace of the king. In their humility and gratitude for the invitation, you would think they would have done whatever was needed to reflect how thankful they were to be there - even wearing a wedding garment. But apparently, this one guy didn't think it was that special. By not wearing the wedding garment, he was revealing the level of his gratitude for the invitation. He accepted the invite, but didn't recognize his unworthiness to even receive it. When the king saw that lack of gratitude, the man was tied up and tossed out into darkness.

We need to think about this in our evangelistic efforts. Salvation (entering the Kingdom) is, according to Jesus, more than just "accepting" the the invitation (see v14). It is more than just walking an isle, or raising your hand, or getting baptized. It is about understanding how unworthy (sinful) we are to even be offered such a gift, and then responding by clothing ourselves in broken hearted gratitude, humility, and worship.

It is about recognizing grace. Amazing grace.

Twenty-five...

On this day, twenty-five years ago, Sue Cartwright made an incredible promise. She said, before God and witnesses, that she would go with me wherever I went, and stay with me through good times and bad times. I have to believe she's lived up to her end of the bargain! I have taken my New Jersey girl all over the nation - North Dakota, Alaska, Oregon, and Kentucky. Mind you, none of the places we lived in these states were, or are, particularly glamorous. The homes she has lived in (with or without plumbing!), the things she has learned to do (cut moose, gut salmon, split wood), the jobs she has held (hotel clerk, hospital admin, teacher's aid, clinic staff, daycare worker), the difficulties she has endured (putting up with a global, neurotic, emotionally challenged husband/pastor) have made me realize just how strong she really is. She has, and continues to amaze me with her character, her passion, and her sense of timing. She says the most profound things at just the right moment. Sometimes, it is in her silence that I hear her most clearly. Is she perfect? No. She would be the first to tell you that wasn't true. She knows her weaknesses and faults better than anyone, and struggles with them daily. She isn't perfect, just perfect for me.

For twenty-five years I have never had to worry about her commitment to me or our family, because she is first and foremost committed to her Lord. I am a truly blessed man. God has given me more than just a wife. He has given me a friend, a partner, a lover, a confidant, and a precious treasure that is beyond ability to measure. What more could I ask the Lord for? Well, I guess, for twenty-five more!

Hey you. It's me. Thank you for being everything God knew I would need! I love you.

Hope in Rural Ministry

I know, it's been a long gap between posts. Sorry. We've were pretty busy in May with Mother's Day, and baptisms - I got to baptize my youngest son, Josiah - and Memorial Day concerts, and bar-b-ques, and getting ready for our vacation to Myrtle Beach.... it was nutz. But, the vacation came and went way too fast. We spent a week at a condo in North Myrtle Beach and really enjoyed the beauty, power, and vastness of the sea. Kind of puts things in perspective, doesn't it? The ocean, yeah, that is big. Me, well, I'm kind of small. But God is bigger than the ocean, and He is big enough to take care of me. One thing that struck me was a little girl that was being held by her daddy as he walked from the sand into the water. The father wanted to put the little girl down in the water and she fought like crazy to stay in her daddy's arms. She didn't mind being in the waves as long her daddy was carrying her, but she didn't want to be in the waves alone. I thought about how God has promised to carry us through all the "waves" of life. He won't put us down and leave us to face the fury alone. Thanks, Lord, for Your love.

But, to the point -and title- of this post. Sue, Josiah, and I were out working in our garden this afternoon, staking up the tomatos and beans. I pulled about a dozen radishes and brought them into the house to wash them. I realized that in my hands were more than just radishes. They were hope. You see, that piece of land where my garden is had not been productive in years. The last time it was used as a garden was at least five years ago. That ground had not brought forth anything but weeds for a long time. But, it was turned over, and good seeds were planted, and those seeds were watered, and now there was produce. Rural ministers - like me - need to remember the promise of God in Galatians 6:9, "And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up." In church ministry, it seems like there are always "weeds to pull," and sometimes it is overwhelming, and it seems like you'll never get'em all. But God doesn't say He won't do anything untill ALL the weeds are pulled. He just says, "Keep planting good seeds, and keep watering and working, and there will be produce. That is my promise." So, those aren't just a bunch 0f radishes. To me, they are a bunch of hope.