Inner Resources

This past Sunday afternoon I was invited to be a part of the anniversary service of Greater St. Mark's Baptist Church. It was a special invitation as Greater St. Mark's pastor Rev. Armstead has been battling brain cancer over these past several months and has been unable to be present for Sunday worship. But Rev. Armstead was planning to be there for the anniversary.


When I arrived I was disappointed to learn that Rev. Armstead was too weak to make it. I also learned I was going to be preaching the service. One of the deacons met me at the door and said, "Rev. Armstead can't make it but he wanted to make sure you got this." With that the deacon put a check into my hand.


"Oh, this isn't for me," I said. "I'm not preaching. I'm just saying a prayer."


"Oh no, your preaching," he said. "Rev. Armstead told us."


Without Rev. Armstead present to argue my case against I reconciled myself to the fact that ready or not I was soon going to be preaching. I turned to Elder Robert Kyles, who was a special guest at the service and who just happened to have come to worship at Second B earlier that morning. "You're going to recognize this sermon," I said.


I preached the same sermon I preached Sunday morning - though admittedly with a little more pizzazz and a lot more volume. My subject was "Inner Resources" and I again told how in WWII German U-boats sank British merchant ships and contrary to expectation it was often the older sailors who stayed alive in the turbulent and frigid waters. A study later determined that while the younger sailors were indeed physically strong, the older sailors had the inner resources necessary to survive such a trying ordeal.


At the end of the sermon I told the people of Greater St. Mark's that despite not knowing that I was going to be preaching, I believed God had nevertheless given me a word. I said that Rev. Armstead's boat had been sunk and that he is now swimming for his life. And I reminded them, he is no young sailor. He's been around a long time. He is in touch with his inner resources. He knows from whence his help comes from. He's not about to just give up. "And neither," I said, "is his congregation."


I sat down from the pulpit and Elder Kyles turned and leaned into my ear. "That was better than this morning," he whispered.


May the God of great inner resources give us all just the right words at just the right time as we encourage one another to keep swimming.

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I got a call last week from a from Nancy Sharp a parishioner, friend, and head public information person for the Lubbock Independent School District. "I'm going to make your day," she said. Then she told me about a story the Lubbock Avalanche Journal would soon run. Nancy was right. To have Wade come back a decade later and say, "You made a difference," made my day. Just goes to show you never know how you might change somebody's life. And BTW, Wade didn't even know I was back in town!

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Thoughts for Second B's 53rd

I forgot to post this in advance of Second B's 53rd anniversary last Sunday:


It's anniversary weekend at Second B and this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday we will
celebrate 53 years of congregational ministry. In advance of what I know will be a
great weekend, I want to go ahead and thank all those who have worked so hard to make
this a very meaningful anniversary.

As part of our anniversary events, the Men's Prayer Breakfast group hosted a special prayer breakfast on Tuesday. We made an extra effort to invite a number of former participants to come back for the breakfast. It was a good morning. How pleasing it is when brothers dwell together in biscuits and gravy!

I was asked to bring that morning's devotional and my thoughts were inspired by the
work of Phyllis Tickle, our upcoming 2012 Adult Retreat leader. In her book The Great Emergence, Tickle argues that approximately every 500 years cataclysmic forces converge to fundamentally re-shape Christianity. Tickle cites the fall of Rome
around 500 AD, the schism which separated the Eastern Orthodox and Roman Catholic churches around 1000 AD, and then the Reformation around 1500 AD. Tickle suggests the church is in the midst of yet another such cataclysmic eruption today. Tickle locates the eruption in the scientific and philosophical discoveries of Albert Einstein. According to Tickle, Einstein's insights into the metaphysics of time and space combined to at once revolutionize scientific and technological discovery, while at the same time calling into significant question certain philosophical assumptions about the nature of truth. In short, Tickle argues the church is in the midst of a great shakeup wherein the church is being forced to wrestle with the matter of authority -- especially what we Protestants mean by the authority of Holy
Scripture. Tickle believes the church will have to discover new and creative ways of reading Holy Scripture if it is not to be locked into wooden interpretations
which continue to be proven unsatisfactory for the modern age -- the issues of slavery, women's rights, and the creation vs. evolution debate come immediately to mind.

What I wanted to communicate to the men at the prayer breakfast is that Second B ought not to fear such a revolution. In fact, very early on in the life of Second B we decided to face head-on the questions that are being raised. This is most clearly symbolized in our service logo, the Atomic Ichthus. I cited a 2008 Second Page article by former pastor Hardy Clemons which told the story of how the Atomic Ichthus came about. In that article Hardy said the church was looking for a symbol which would adequately communicate Second B's goal of being a contemporary people of God. He made several points about the Second B values that were being communicated, three of which I shall leave with you: 1) Second B is a "church which is both genuinely Christian and intentionally contemporary” 2) We "value open inquiry and valid questionasking as a part of faith" 3) We "seek new truth, welcome new insights, and avoid fear of change to which we feel led by the will of God."
As we celebrate this 53rd anniversary, I believe Second B is well poised to embrace whatever new truths are yet to be discovered in whatever revolutions are to come.

Our God is the great I Am -- the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. Yet, our understanding of this God who came to us in Christ continues to evolve and transform. For as Harry Emerson Fosdick -- one of Hardy's great mentors -- was fond of saying, "Astronomies come and go; but the stars abide."

Our North Star is fixed; and it beckons us to journey to even greater heights to ascertain it.

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Young Enough to Feed 5,000

Our forty-two children have all returned from summer camp in Brownwood and I am happy to report it was a great week. Forty-two kids are the most any of us can remember going with Second B to camp and we are all very excited about how well things worked out, even with that many heads to count.

I want to say thanks to our children's pastor Judy Bryant and all our adult leaders who gave up a week to make camp possible. Special thanks also to our Missions Division and numerous individuals for helping to pay the way for a number of kids who otherwise would not have been able to make the trip because of lack of funds. This year ten of our Kids Hope kids along with a number of kids from within our own church membership received partial or whole scholarships to camp. Without all you leaders and sponsors camp simply would not be possible. Thank you.

Though camp really is about fun; its also about growing our children in the faith. A week away at camp provides the time and space for our pastors and adult leaders to connect intentionally with our children and talk to them about life and about life with God. We simply don't have these same kinds of opportunities back at home.

This year one of the lessons we studied was from John 6:1-14 where Jesus feeds the five thousand. A multitude of people has followed Jesus up a mountainside and soon runs out of provisions. The disciples wonder where they are to get enough bread to feed so great a crowd. And then one of Jesus' disciples, Andrew, points out that a young boy has brought five barley loaves and two fish. I read Andrew's words with a certain degree of mocking, "Oh, isn't that cute," condescension. He responds to the boy's meager offering the same way I might respond if we had a flat and my son offered the spare from his Tonka truck. And yet, it turns out that the boy's meager offer really is enough. The next thing we know the whole multitude has been fed.

The point of our study and the subject of many conversations later in the week was that these kids are coming of age. They are old enough to see the needs of this world. And they are old enough to see that they have gifts that they might can share. And, above all, they are young enough to trust that Jesus might take their meager offerings and feed a multitude.

Let us be so young.

Mission to Mission

I and 34 other Second Bers have just returned from our mission trip to Mission, TX, where we built a home for and along with Augustine and Laura Tejada.

Augustine is a day labor carpenter, who like so many others down in the Valley is doing all he can to provide a simple living for his family here in America. He, Laura, and the kids have been living in an old trailer behind the Baptist church we work with down there. Pastor Omar keeps the trailer open for families just like Tejadas. They are los pobres de la tierra - the poor people of the land. Yet with assistance from Pastor Omar, they managed to scrape together enough money to buy a small lot at the end of a cul-de-sac just west of the church. It was on that lot that we built their new home.

By the time we arrived Augustine and Pastor Omar had already poured the foundation. From there we went to work - building the frame, raising the trusses, putting down the roof, siding the exterior, plumbing and wiring the interior, setting the windows. Watching a house go up in a week is an amazing thing to behold.

And yet, it took a lot more than a week. It actually took months of planning and fundraising. And it took more than 35 of us. Thirty-five of us went down to Mission, but our whole church built the house.

On Wednesday we took a little time in the morning to pray over the home we were building. We took markers and wrote prayers and words of blessing on the still-exposed studs. It occurred to me as I stood there in the midst of the Tejadas's new living room that we were building more than a house. With my marker I scribbled the following from the Apostle Paul on one of the beams:

So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God, built upon the foundation of the apostles and prophets, with Christ Jesus himself as the cornerstone. In him the whole structure is joined together and grows into a holy temple in the Lord; in whom you also are built together spiritually into a dwelling place for God.

The last thing we did to the house was hang the doors and install the locks. Then on what will be the front porch, we gave Augustine and Laura the keys to their new home. Pastor Omar translated as Augustine said thanks through a combination of Spanish, broken English and tears. He talked about the centurion in the scriptures.

"The centurion said he was 'not worthy' to have Jesus come into his home," Augustine said. "I have not had a home worthy of welcoming Jesus. But you have given me a home. Now I am worthy."

We had not only built a house for a family. We built a home for the Lord.

In fact, last week down in Mission we built the very Kingdom of God.

Passing of the Matriarch

Thelma Wright, the oldest and dearest woman of my previous church, died last week. I had the privilege of serving as her and her husband's pastor for almost five years. I shall never forget the smell of the giant wood burning stove in their kitchen. Nor shall I ever forget their gentle, Christian character. The following is a letter I wrote in the wake of Thelma's passing. The letter was read at Thelma's funeral Saturday.

As someone who had the privilege of being your parents' pastor I want to express my deepest condolences to you, to the rest of the Wright family, and to the whole United Church of Colchester. This woman's passing is a great loss and I wish I could be present to grieve with you all in person. Without that opportunity, I am praying this letter might help me in my grief and perhaps you also.

After receving Seth's phone message about yall's mom I hung up and turned to my aunt who was over at the house watching the kids. "Well," I said, "the matriarch of my Colchester church just passed." My aunt looked up at me from the table and said, "You mean the little lady standing at the door?"

And there you have it. Thelma Wright, the little lady, whose quiet, unassuming way, always made a bigger impression than one might guess. For instance, I remember visiting her and Doug one day and asking about the Vermont-Harlem project, a program which brought hundreds of black kids from Harlem to Vermont in an "intentional experiment in race relations" during the 40s, 50s and 60s. I asked them if they knew if anybody from the United Church of Colchester ever hosted any of these children. Thelma looked at Doug and then at me, "Well, we did," she said so matter-of-factly.

That was them. That was them and that whole generation which I had the privilege to know and pastor - Bud and Harley, and Pete and Marion Shangraw. Theirs was what they called a "secret faith" - meaning they never let their right hand know what their left was doing. And yet, it was their simple, steadfast faith which truly made them the salt of the earth.

Doug and Thelma had a special marriage. I remember when Doug died ya'll had to teach your mom to pump gas. Becky Munson joked with me that if Thelma had passed first they would have had to teach Doug to make a sandwich! It is unimaginable for today's generation to conceive of a woman not knowing how to pump her own gas, but for their generation it was a division of labor that worked. Thelma was Doug's helpmate - not in a dominated, burdened sense - but rather in a sense of true complimentarian beauty. And Doug was the spiritual leader of the home - not in a dominating, abusive sense, but in a sense which truly reflected Christ's love for the church. Two had become one flesh in Doug and Thelma Wright. They were partners.

When Doug went on to glory Thelma missed her partner so. The house was never the same. And she looked forward to the day they would be joined again together in the house of the LORD.

I used to drive by and sometimes pick her up to get her out of the house. I remember we were driving down Main St. and as we passed by the cemetery where Doug was buried there on the North - oldtimers called it the Methodist cemetery - she looked over at it and surprised me by raising her arm, waving, and saying, "Hi Douglas."

At first I thought maybe that wasn't good, but the more I thought about it the more I realized it was her faith speaking. She knew she could still say "hi" because above all things she knew Doug, her partner, is still alive with Christ.

And so, today, we can know the same about Thelma.

On the Sunday of Doug's funeral - either at that morning's service or later at the service itself - we sang "Faith of our Fathers". I didn't grow up singing that song here in Texas and just recently learned why. It was written by a Vermonter who fought for the North in the Civil War. So go figure. Along with taking our dignity, the war of Northern aggression robbed us Southerners of some great hymnody as well. But the lyrics from that immortal song have now become a great prayer for me. And I attribute that to the quiet, unassuming, yet giant faith of saints like your mom and dad.

Faith of our fathers, holy faith!
We will be true to thee till death

And now we go on - me and you and the rest of the kids and all the grandkids and the whole congregation in Colchester - and we look forward to that day when we shall be met again by the little lady at the door.

God be with you all.