Showing posts with label ministry. Show all posts
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Remembering Brent (1968 - 2023)

And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.
Revelation 21:4

It's with great sadness that I share the news of the heavenly homegoing of our dear friend and my former ministry partner, Brent Carl.  This faithful servant of God, beloved by so many, is now with Jesus, the One he adored and served.

Brent ministered faithfully over the years in churches, Samaritan's Purse, counseling, and creative ministry venues in NY and New England.  He was widely known for his gentle pastor's heart, ability to relate deeply to people of all ages, and giftedness in teaching God's Word in ways that were always practical and relevant.   

 
Dear readers, you blessed Brent and Bonnie and their kids with prayer and financial support through GoFundMe when I reached out to you back in January.  I am trusting that you will do the same for Bonnie and their beautiful children in the days ahead.  

And Brent, if you're listening, I know I speak for the many who grieve your suffering and death at such a young age.  You have shown us what it looks like to deeply trust Jesus in the valley of the shadow.  

Serving together on the same team for those 13 years was sheer joy even during the rocky seasons.  Thanks for introducing me to blogging ... and for all the biblical wisdom and encouraging words you shared along the way.  

I know you and Bob are having the time of your lives together again with your dearest Friend, Jesus.  Save a seat for me at the table, ok ...
Linda

Porch #80 * Tell . Write . Listen

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Are you a story teller?  A story writer?  A story listener?

Right off the top I'll tell you that I'm not a story teller.  I can't remember details, my timing is off, I miss the point, I won't leave you hysterically rolling on the floor.   A completely unmemorable event.

I'm not a story writer either.  Here and there I've given it a whirl, usually with some kind of a devotional twist.  But after my third refusal from (in)courage some years back, I tossed that whole idea aside.  And I definitely had no interest in even dreaming of publishing anything even though a few kind-intentioned people encouraged me to go in that direction.

What were they thinking?

But all is not lost because I've come to accept that God's shaped me to be a listener.  Professionally, yes, but also simply as a human person.  It's a humbling honor to hold space for the heart of another, especially when it's tender and broken.  And even after all these years, I'm still in learning mode.

Listening is an art that doesn't come naturally to most of us.  We're usually too busy figuring out how to respond, how to fix, how to draw attention to our brilliant advice or witty repartee.  Our eyes glance at the clock or around the room, we fidget, our body language shouting that we are absorbed in ourselves and not at all present to the person in front of us.  

And they know it.

But I still believe that this is a priceless gift to pursue, cultivate, and refine.

The bottom line is that most human beings deeply desire to be acknowledged, heard, valued.  More than ever, most of us are yearning to have someone create a quiet space that allows us to be seen.  To have the reality of our thoughts and emotions validated.  To hold out grace and kindness and hope toward us without judgement or pat answers or some kind of hidden agenda.  

To let us know we're not alone. 

I love that we serve the One who's not only written our life stories but also already knows when the final curtain is going to fall.  Nothing shocks or shakes Him.  No one, but no one, listens attentively like Jesus.  He truly understands our ins and outs, ups and downs, twists and turns.  Because He's been here, done that.  Without a taint of sin or shame.

These 3 powerful stories grabbed me this week ...   
'Heather had a way of crossing barriers and offering unbiased love to those who often had suffered the lack of enduring love before ...' 

'Please be sure that people know that I never lost a battle with cancer.  God was always in control, not the cancer.' 

Philip Yancey's Diagnosis
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A measure of shame seems to accompany disability.  There is an innate shame in inconveniencing others for something that is neither your fault nor your desire.  And a shame in having well-meaning friends overreact: some may treat you like a fragile antique, or complete your sentences when you pause a second to think of a word.'

Beth Moore's Childhood
'You know that there’s infidelity.  You know that there has been abuse ... those years were maniacal ... Looking to your mother and thinking she can’t take care of me, looking to your father and thinking you are the scariest thing in my life.  And what happens to us now?  It really was terrifying.'
(content warning: sexual abuse, mental illness)


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Porch #67 * Nudges Toward Wholeness

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Hello again, dear over-our-heads over-wrought friends (or those who've been there, done that)!

Welcome back to the final piece of our little burnout series.  If you missed the first two parts, here you go:


Today's nudge toward wholeness could look like some kind of to-do list ... and the danger is thinking if we check all the boxes all will be well.  But life isn't linear and most of these practices or rhythms take time to cultivate and bear fruit.  

Consider these suggestions as hugs of hope, doses of sanity, and nudges toward wholeness.  

* And thanks to my dear friend, Debby Hudson, for these soothing, inspirational images.


NAME IT
Stop ignoring what is true about where you are.  Speak it right out loud.  Write it down.  Hearing your weary voice utter raw truth and seeing it scrawled in black and white allows you to name what ails you, see how it's impacting your reality, and offers you a wide open invitation to choose your next steps.

I am  _____________  and it's left me feeling  _______________.  I am making the choices to  _______________,  _______________,  and  _______________  so my body, mind, and soul can be strengthened. 


BODY
You're craving comfort food, but all those carbs and sugar will do nothing but drag your already taxed body lower.  Surround yourself with the real stuff like fruit and vegetables and eggs and groceries that don't have an ingredient list that's as long as your arm.  Display the healthy stuff front and center in your fridge and cupboards.  Put the junk somewhere inaccessible to you.  Aim for 6 - 8 glasses of water each day.

Move your body.  Get outdoors.  Walk or bike or hike or run after the dog.  Stretch or dance or lift some weights.

Sleep is not an option.  It's imperative, it's life-giving, it's healing.  Curl up and take an afternoon nap.  Or go to bed a half hour earlier.  If this is an ongoing challenge, there's probably a medical component going on and your doctor should know this is plaguing you.

How is stress impacting your body?
 

BOUNDARIES 
Please don't allow people to send you on a guilt trip or make you feel like you're obligated to give extensive reasons for the choices you make.  Wisdom is knowing when to say yes and when to say no.  When to take a sabbatical, when to get a replacement, when to decline an attractive invitation or a long-awaited opportunity. 

It's easy to become so immersed in tending to everyone and everything that we unknowingly begin to neglect our own precious bodies, minds, and souls.  Yes, we're called to love others as we love ourselves {Matthew 22:39}, but we often forget that the 'love ourselves' mandate gives us the grace and the fuel to effectively reach out to those around us.

Where do you need to set up some boundaries?


UNPLUG
We're obsessed, we're addicted.  Social media's many attractive tentacles can easily breed an exhausting spin cycle.  Comparison, dissatisfaction, jealousy, FOMO {fear of missing out}, and feeling 'less than' all combine to create an endless toxic striving which can easily morph into an unhealthy anxiety.  Our society has created a culture where we are always on, always available.  There is no rest for our minds, leaving us with no space just to be still. 

What would unplugging look like for you? 


EMBRACE
Solitude that feeds our thirsty souls is one thing.  Isolation is a whole other ball game. Morphing into a hermit benefits no one and invites depression to come join you.  Begin to re-create focused time with those you love.  Chances are they've been missing you.  Tell people what you need ... it might just be an occasional quiet companion to keep you company.  

Who are you missing?


SOUL
Pray yourself awake in the morning and pray yourself to sleep at night.  Unpack your heavy load with the One who has borne your griefs and carried your sorrows.  And in the process, pray for another soul.  You won't have to look far to find someone in even worse shape than you are.

Read a simple Psalm, sitting reflectively with the Psalmist and the One who ministers to our deepest hurts.  Or check out Elijah's story of spiritual battle, physical depletion, and emotional exhaustion ... and glean from his recovery story in 1 Kings 18 - 19.

Keep a little gratitude journal, writing down three simple things you're thankful for each day.  Counting your blessings and giving thanks is not overrated.  It's a lifeline ... and has the power to refocus you when anxiety and fear come to call. 

Music touches the deepest part of who you are, your soul.  Pull together your favorites, maybe create your own playlist.  Start singing again.

Which soul care practice is calling your name? 


SABBATH
We've lost the beauty of this lifeline along the way, either looking at this biblical mandate as far too rigid or unapplicable for today.  Two of my favorite iron-sharpen-iron women talk about this delightful, life-giving invitation ... Emily Freeman and Ruth Haley Barton are the real deal.  Listen in and download the transcript right here. 

What is God inviting you to?

I'm praying as each of us consider which of these these hugs of hope, doses of sanity, and nudges toward wholeness we need to discover ... or re-claim ... or share with others.  And, as always, I'm looking forward to hearing your stories and suggestions. 
Linda

Porch #66 * Clarify Your Motivation

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Compassion fatigue, burnout, ministry fatigue syndrome.  That's what we've been talking about this week.  The overwhelm, frazzled, exhausted, running-on-empty that hits us, that left untended morphs into who we become and what we're known for.  

Even when we've been doing what we thought was the right thing.


Maybe it's not what we're doing.  Maybe it's why.  Here's a question to help us clarify.  It's a simple one.  Yet it invites us to do a bit of digging to discover what's really going on inside.  Thank God that the Holy Spirit specializes in guiding us into all truth (John 16:13).  

As you deal with your daily 

situations and relationships, 

what things tend to 

control your heart?

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Fear?  Pride?  Position?  Anger?  Ego?

Shame?  Frustration?  Regret?  Desperation?  

Hurt?  Guilt?  Control?  Frustration?  People-pleasing?

If we're coming from one of these unhealthy places, we will feel like we're never enough and we'll always push ourselves harder and harder, trying to fill the desperate void inside.

Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts.  Point out anything in me that offends You, and lead me along the path of everlasting life.
- Psalm 139:3-4

Who controls us?  Shapes our goals?  Gives us freedom to make wise decisions?

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So we make it our goal to please Him, whether we are at home in the body or away from it.
- 2 Corinthians 5:9

You must each decide in your heart how much to give.  And don’t give reluctantly or in response to pressure. “For God loves a person who gives cheerfully."  And God will generously provide all you need.
- 2 Corinthians 9:7-8

Linda

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Compassion Fatigue * Part 1

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"Caregivers and ministry leaders are not only susceptible to increased levels of stress ... when combined with a call to love and serve others, the result is what is commonly referred to as compassion fatigue. 

Compassion fatigue can be understood as a comprehensive exhaustion that takes place over time when one is constantly in the 'giving' position and, as a result, loses his/her ability and motivation to experience joy, satisfaction, or feel and care for others. 

It is sometimes referred to as secondary or vicarious traumatic stress associated with the emotional residue related to the cause of caring.  The traumatic event or crisis did not happen to you directly, but you were close enough to those it did impact that its detrimental effects can still have a causal outcome."


Most of us can make our way through tough times and emerge relatively unscathed.  It doesn't mean we're not worn out or sad but we do make it through.  We've felt God's presence and give thanks it's over and done with.  We put up our feet for a bit, re-charge, and then we're on our way no worse for wear.

But then there's the trials that go on longer, their impact is deeper, and nothing is wrapped up in three easy steps.  There seems to be no relief in sight because everywhere we turn, something urgent pops up that demands our attention and we slowly but surely begin to get a bit crispy around the edges. 

Overwhelmed.  Frazzled.  Exhausted.  Running on empty.

A sense of numbness slowly creeps into every crevice.  Joy, passion, zeal, and purpose fade to a distant memory.  The weariness is soul-deep, tomorrow seems daunting, and God somehow seems further away than we can ever remember.

Hello compassion fatigue.  Burnout.  Ministry fatigue syndrome.  

Call it what you want, this body/mind/soul level exhaustion is sadly alive and well in the church among the people of God.  It was always there but covid did us no favors.  This level of fatigue impacts every level of our lives and left unacknowledged and unattended, its relentless tentacles reach deep into our health, relationships, decision-making, ministries, everything.

Ministry leader.  Health professional.  Griever.  Pastor.  Therapist.  Church staffer.  Teacher.  Ministry volunteer.  People helper.  Director of this or chairman of that.  Family member.  Job hunter.  Chronic health sufferer.

Let's talk.  That's where the healing starts.
Linda



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Porch #64 * 'A Holy Curiosity'

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'To listen like Jesus, we need a holy curiosity ... We engage our entire bodies in the act of listening: our eyes are fixed on our friend; we nod our head; we lean forward to show interest; we make appropriate facial expressions in response to what is said.

We ask questions for clarification because we want to learn more about what our friend is thinking or feeling.  We don't interrupt or construct our response while our friend talks ...'
- Christina Fox @ Tabletalk


That whole idea of a 'holy curiosity' fascinates me.  Curiosity has gotten a bad rap along the way.  Think of a nosy neighbor or a busybody intent on minding everyone else's business.

But when we approach listening God's way, our interest in another soul turns into a holy posture.  We aren't curious for curiosity's sake or to savor someone else's true confessions.  We're focused on another's story with the mind of Christ.  With His compassion and concern.  Without our usual agenda of making ourselves and our endless, tiresome opinions known.  

It becomes all about being the hands and feet and ears of Jesus.

This is a rare gift, a fine art, a sacred calling.  In this generation of omni-present social media, it's become far too easy to make everything about us.  But as believers in Christ, it's all about Him.  And being available for the ones He brings on to our paths.

Being present.  In Jesus' name.  For His sake.  And the emotional healing and spiritual growth of others.

👉  The Listening Life: Embracing Attentiveness in a World of Distraction by Adam McHugh is, hands down, one of my all time favorite books.  It was our second Book Club read back in 2018.  In fact, if I could only recommend one book to you for this whole year it would be this powerful, yet easy to read gem.

👉  If your church is looking for a lay ministry to come alongside the hurting, check out Stephen Ministries.  A huge component is learning to be faithfully present for someone, listening well, asking wise questions, and gently pointing the care receiver to Christ.  No pat answers, no fixing, no preaching.  I'm a huge fan.   

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dear Lord

help us to listen well

like Jesus did when He

stopped what He was doing

& turned His focus to 

the heavyhearted who

yearned for His loving care

He showed us how to meet

people right where they were

fully attuned to their neediness

no matter how many demands

clamored for His attention 

teach us to discern 

Your still small voice so we may

receive compassionate grace

to be wounded healers

for those You send our way

for Your sake

& the redemption of the 

bruised & broken

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👉  During this weekend, let's look for an opportunity to fully focus on someone else, with lovingkindness being the only agenda ~
Linda


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Deepest Shadows

Yea, though I walk through 
the valley of the shadow of death, 
I will fear no evil; for You are with me; 
Your rod and Your staff they comfort me.
Psalm 23:4

Death casts a shadow wide and long.   

The impact of suffering on those who've borne witness is unexpectedly immense.  There really are no words for this kind of heart-wrenching experience.  We are impacted to the core, the very center of our beings, in ways that are difficult to comprehend.

When you've loved well, you grieve deep.  When you've opened your heart and been all kinds of vulnerable, loss is multi-faceted and raw.  We are left fragile, tender to the touch.  Hard grief costs, it doesn't come cheap, and there is a lingering price-tag on body, mind, and soul.

The shadow is death's calling card and it lingers unbidden for those who remain earthbound, those who have suffered loss but have not yet been freed to the bliss of eternal life with Father, Son, and Spirit.

We navigate the fierce winds of grief's storm as He faithfully cradles us close.  We venture forward, one day, sometimes one hour, at a time.  Each tearful sigh and deep breath become a lavish grace.  

And the promised new-every-morning mercies whisper a richly blessed assurance that there is hope, a healing of sorts.  For we can slowly emerge from being torn and tattered into one who grows into a wounded healer.  A soul who's been there done that, whose heart beats kinder, more empathetic, and far wiser than humanly possible.

We don't grieve like those who do not experience the promises and comfort of Jesus Himself.  Yet, we will never be the same.  And that could end up being a very good thing.

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No, You Didn't Miss the Boat

Of course you'll encounter trouble.
But behold a God of power 
who can take any evil 
and turn it into a door of hope.
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Let's admit it.

Somewhere along the line we've secretly mused, 'why me?'

Too many spoke the lie that the Christian life included great heapings of lavish prosperity and unlimited health for those who named it and claimed it.  

We figured that 1+1=2 and if we did all the right things then we'd live a fairy tale existence, our marriages would be golden, our families would be untouched by grief, and we'd all be singing 'kumbaya' as we sailed through life with happiness and ease.

Yet we found our own personal pathways strewn with messy heartbreak, seemingly endless losses, and far too many closed doors.  Some seasons looked like a complete train wreck and the specific answers to prayer we yearned for never quite appeared.

And we wondered if we somehow missed the boat.

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Not so.

Hebrews 11:35-39 speaks of the parade of New Testament martyrs who encountered destitution, persecution, and grisly, unspeakable deaths. 

Jesus Himself said,' in this world you will have trouble' {John 16:33} and His own torturous crucifixion and the abandonment by many of His own showed that He was not exempt from life's cruelties.

But there is a door of hope.

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God specializes in turning our miseries into miracles, our woes into wonders, our disasters into deliverance.  He offers a life-altering comfort right smack dab in the midst of the troubles and the wrongs that have come our way ... so that we in turn can offer hope to the next one down the line.

'Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God'  
{2 Corinthians 1:3-4}.

Emerging from our deepest sorrows, we are able to hold open that door of desperately needed hope to broken, bewildered souls who've been yearning to know that there is a tomorrow.  Our own unique array of personal sufferings invite us to be fully present, listen deeply, empathize fully, and offer authentic hope ... because we know what it's like to be in the pit and we've emerged with a richer song to sing.

Courtesy of the compassion of Jesus Christ.

As I spend this week Zooming with women in ministry around the globe, I am struck once again how bits and pieces of their stories mirror challenges and heartbreaks I've experienced myself.  And all I can do is whisper 'praise You,' because He specializes in restoring and redeeming the years the locusts have eaten {Joel 2:25-27}.

Thank You, Jesus.
Linda
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Porch #38 💔 Heartbroken Edition

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The darkness of Ukraine's unspeakable tragedy weighs heavy on our hearts.  It's never too far from our minds.  We ache for the surreal fear and numbing exhaustion and panicked distress of their beseiged people.  

We cry, 'Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy.' 




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'Let my heart be broken with the things that break the heart of God' ~
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Are You Expecting?

Wow, I can't begin to tell you how good it is to see you, dear friends!

I had no idea when I'd ever be back in the saddle again, laptop open and active.  And then when I started to think about returning, well, the sky fell in and life shifted drastically.  

More about that another day.

I realized I was yearning to hear your 2 cents, wisdom, observations, and insight again.  To cultivate encouragement and a deeper faith in Christ through our shared conversation and community.



I admire those astute and organized readers who keep a well-organized journal of every quote that grabs their heart and begs for their attention.  I wish I had done that along the way.

Instead, I have pieces of paper strewn about in drawers, ripped out of magazines, used as bookmarks, lost in a random pile somewhere.  But this quote from the recent Gordon College magazine, Stillpoint, was just too good to be tucked away. 

Whatever you have lost, whatever you watched dissolve away and whatever is yet to disappear in the coming months, please do not allow expectancy to go, too ... 

Gather up your strength, wrap your arms around hope and expectancy and drag it with you into the days to come.  There is work to be done in this new day.  There is learning and exploring ahead.  And there is purpose and meaning calling you forward.

- Heidi Forget, M.S.W., L.I.C.S.W.



I'm guessing that most of us have invested time mourning the loss of all we had hoped for.  Or have blindly forged ahead as frustration, fear, and disappointment have layered up inside our souls creating a bitterness, a negative antagonism, a jaded spirit, or a surprisingly short fuse.

Many of us can't help ruminating for far too long over all we've lost this year.  Vast changes and ongoing challenges have been the name of the game and have impacted us in almost every area of life.  Some are quick to adjust and move ahead, while others are having trouble navigating each and every turn.

The downsides of this year seep into every conversation.  This is a wearisome quicksand, an exhausting quagmire that has halted us in our tracks and slowly turned us inward instead of outward and upward.

This has nothing to do with faulty character or a lack of faith.  God has designed us to embrace routines and rhythms, serendipity and adventure, purpose and freedom in the company of others.  

But truth be told, much has dissolved away like melting snow in springtime ... and most likely may not return.  We can't reclaim the months, the plans, the dreams, the gatherings that we have had to relinquish.




But hope is the name of the game.  It is what God has called us to.  Primarily hope in who He is, His unchanging presence, His holy character, His gospel plan, His promises for the future.

So let's be honest about what we've experienced.  Let's continue to grieve and mourn even as we adjust and make fresh choices.  Those words expectancy, learning, exploring, purpose, and meaning are sheer gold simply awaiting our choosing.

Let's go there.  By His grace.

And if you are beyond weary and find that beautiful expectancy illusive or laughable, there's no need for you to be responsible for mustering up your own strength and dragging anything anywhere.  His strength is perfect when our strength is gone.  And the Lord specializes in carrying us tenderly and gently into a new day, an unknown season, an immense harvest field begging for workers to share His lovingkindness to a world gone crazy.

He is able.

Linda

See, I am doing a new thing!
    Now it springs up; do you not perceive it?
I am making a way in the wilderness
    and streams in the wasteland.
Isaiah 43:19

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In Which I Interrupt My Own Blogging Break

Dearest Readers ~

Hey, how are ya' doing!

I'm loving my blogging break ... puttering outside in the garden, gathering with small groups of friends, ice cream runs, leading a Women's Pandemic Support Group, staying pretty much offline and away from the news, hoping for a jaunt or two over the bridge to the 'mainland,' anticipating the future even as I savor the two steps forward one step back cadence of autumn's arrival.

I'm dropping by to share a new page on the website with you, a gathering place for pandemic resources.  I plan to keep it updated often as life continues to unfold.  

Click pandemic support to catch up on all the conversations we've shared about the tremendous impact of the coronavirus on every aspect of our lives.  Some music that will soothe your soul.  Scriptures to build your faith.

And for you Cape Codders, info on Round #2 of a Women's Pandemic Support Group that God has serendipitously pulled together.

I hope you are well and finding mid-September to be offering you pockets of sheer delight right in the middle of ongoing change, uncertainty, and busyness.

If you haven't subscribed to the blog, there's no better time than the present!  Head right over here.

May the Spirit gently still your soul in the midst of it all ~

Linda

Remembering Pastor Bob (1940 - 2019)

It is with great sadness that I share the news of the heavenly homegoing of our dear friend and former pastor, my mentor and ministry partner, Bob Eckler.  This faithful servant of God, beloved by so many, is now with Jesus, the One he passionately adored and served.

I'm confident that his deep bass voice is joyfully lifted strong as he praises God face to face ... and I can only imagine that he's having the time of his life meeting and greeting the many saints, family, and friends that went on before him.



From 2002 - 2015, I had the joy of serving with Bob on the pastoral staff at the church where he was senior pastor and then at Creekside Ministries, the pastoral counseling center / house church we co-founded at the home he shared with his lovely, gracious wife, Dottie.

Along the way, Bob and I partnered together in developing a Celebrate Recovery program, facilitated week long seminars for single parents, and provided marriage counseling as a team so that both husbands and wives could feel comfortable as they sought help and support.

Bob's deep love for Jesus and his passion for caring for his flock are well known.  His hearty laugh and propensity to burst into a verse or two of a favorite hymn as he went through his day are fondly remembered by all who interacted with him.  This mighty prayer warrior deeply cared for those who were broken in spirit and was an incredibly powerful preacher of God's Word, a kind and tender-hearted pastor who loved his people well.

In our 13 years of serving God together, Bob generously opened numerous ministry doors for me, championing my work in ways that I most likely never would have otherwise experienced as a woman in conservative evangelical circles.

To say I am grateful would be a vast understatement.

Bob, if you're somehow reading this, please know that your Christ-centered life and faithful ministry impacted countless souls for the Kingdom.  Tim and our family join me in grieving your immense loss.  We thank God upon every remembrance of you {Philippians 1:3}.
Linda

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Stop With the Excuses

It all started with one of those emails from the church, a woman's scooter accident, a badly injured leg, requests for prayer ... and for meals.

I said a quick prayer, shut down the computer, and went on my way.  She was someone I had said 'hi' to a few times here and there but I really didn't know her and it had been eons since I had taken a meal to someone I didn't know.

But through the hours that followed, God kept whispering, 'take her a meal ... take her a meal ... take her a meal.'

And finally I said 'yes' to Him and to Meal Train and to my church family.

Yes, I'm a part of this Body.  Yes, I will step up to the plate.  Yes, I'm done looking for reasons why I can't ... or more accurately, why I won't.




I suppose this sounds like no big deal to you, right?  Someone's in need, the church sends out a call and you say, 'yes, of course I'll bring a meal.'  But truth be told, if you're introverted or kind of new, it can be hard if we don't know the person, have no idea where they live, aren't sure what to whip up in the kitchen, don't really feel like a part of things, don't know alot of people.

Blah, blah, blah.

Oh what we've missed along the way in serving others, in honoring Christ, because we felt uncomfortable, or didn't want to be inconvenienced, were simply far too self-absorbed ... or {gasp} just plain lazy.  And it has little to do with being introverted or new in town.

Stop it.

Stop with our endless variety of lame excuses why we're not reaching out the way we've been called to.

Stop waiting around for some kind of gold plated invitation to get involved, to serve lavishly, to love well.
 
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My husband's been noticing an unmet need in our community in recent days.  Actually it's been a few years.  I've been nudging him to go for it, to step up to the table, to use his giftedness and his experience, to kick his vision into gear.

Too bad I haven't been taking my own advice.






On Sunday afternoon, I chopped up a whole bunch of stuff for a big ol' chef salad.  Grabbed a Pillsbury brownie mix and rolled out my infamous Mom's Biscuits.  Put the oven to work.  We hopped in the car and I had the loveliest visit with the sweetest woman who radiated Christ to me.  I got to pray with her.

I left full and overflowing ... strangely relieved and at peace.  Finally obedient to a simple request God had placed right in front of me.

No more excuses.

Forgive me, Lord, for the ways I've let You and my church family down.  You know my heart ... and You love me just the same.
Linda



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