23 Pt. 2

Hope you are having a great day today. I am out right now celebrating my daughter’s birthday. She doesn’t know it yet but we are going to The Olive Garden.

23 Pt. 2

 

 “I shall not want” Psalm 23:1

   I’ve often wondered about this verse. I am pretty sure that I am trusting the Lord as my shepherd and I still want a ton of things. I mean right now for instance after listening to the pitter- patter of little feet outside my hotel door until 3 A.M. (it is now 6) I really want sleep!

So what does this verse mean? The word used for want can also mean diminish, to subtract from. So “I shall not want” can also mean “I shall not be diminished”.

It’s pretty clear that Christians can and do have needs, some of which are never met. Good Christian men and women are starving to death right now across the face of the Earth. Some are in prison and they WANT  out. Some are like me, really tired because some rascally youth decided to set off the smoke detector in her room  in the middle of the night during youth convention.. But whether or not our needs are met today, tomorrow or in eternity they do not have to diminish or subtract from our faith. If we let the Lord be our shepherd he will provide what is truly needful and if it’s not provided then it’s not really needed no matter what it is. If it’s not needed then it should not diminish us or subtract from who we are or what we were created to be.  Nows that’s a heavy revvy that needs some thought!

Where in your life have you wanted something only to realize it was not something God was going to give?

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The Good Shepherd Pt. 7

The Good Shepherd

The Good Shepherd

I hope you have been enjoying the continuing story of Jerome. If you have missed any of our editions you can catch up on  our Stories sub-page, The Good Shepherd here: http://wp.me/P39vIx-j1

The Good Shepherd Pt.7

      I watched the shadows swinging across the fire station lot with a mixture of satisfaction and guilt. Scott had warned me the price would be high. Conflict boiled my insides as I watched the streetlights wink on in the summer twilight. The crowd around me applauded even as my soul emptied its light into the yawning abyss of the back and forth shades hanging from the scaffold. The increase of wickedness had cooled my heart to stone since that night in Acton.

    I remember staring down on the lights of Boston from the Belmont Hills on Route 2. Months in the dark made the city’s  shimmering radiance look like something out of OZ . Scott stopped the horse and buggy just at the top of a hill near the Mormon temple so Oliver and I could receive the full impact of the first electric lights we’d seen since the New Year.

    “It took them all this time to rebuild the city grid,” Scott explained. ” When the God pulse started it shut the lights and totally fried every circuit in the world. Power’s up here and in the biggest cities across the world but rebuilding the entire network is going to be a slow process.”

     “The God pulse?” Oliver asked.

      Scott explained, “It’s what their calling it. It’s not like anything else the world has ever seen. Whatever it is it’s more like a radio wave than a pulse. It started in January but it’s still resonating today. Weirdest thing is it seems to have a mind of its own. It’s like it  has chosen to let us rebuild the power grid but it still kills every car engine we build.”

    “Chosen?” I queried.

    “Like I said, it’s like nothing we’ve ever seen before.”

    That night we spent in Scott’s apartment in Cambridge. Our chauffer turned out to be an engineer with MIT. The black out had propelled him to a position of some power on the Boston City Council of Restoration, a goverment agency begun within days of the darkness. While towns like Winchendon had focused on maintaining order larger municipalities had been able to work on rebuilding infrastructure.

   “I’ve begun going out to the surrounding towns to survey the power grids with my team. We plan to have the state up and running again by next summer.” Scott explained.

    I tensed at his optimism,”Your biggest problem is not going to be the power grids. It’s going to be getting the local councils to relinquish their  hold over the towns. Power brings freedom and I know for a certainty there are those who will not want either of those things back where I come from.”

   “I thought perhaps that was why you had come.”

      I raised an eyebrow.

    “You’re not the first to come to the city for help with an out of control town government. The whole state is having trouble with local militias. Unjust arrests, suspension of trial by jury, even assassination of political opponents are commonplace complaints. Our committee is charged not just with turning the lights on but with restoring order.”

    The knot in my belly loosened as the voice within said again, “Trust.”

     Scott didn’t wait for me to speak, “It won’t be pretty. The town people may blame you when we roll into Winchendon with the National Guard. You may not be able to go home again.”

    I had nodded my head then in what I thought was understanding. As I met with the City council of Restoration the next morning to share my story, I realized it was a little more complex than I had thought. Oliver and I were arrested. Charged with malicious treason against our town government we were relegated to separate cells in the Charles Street Prison. A rider was dispatched to Winchendon to summon Tyson and any witnesses he deemed necessary for my trial.

   Scott walked in two days after my incarceration. I resisted the urge to rise and ram the meerschaum pipe he was smoking down his throat.

   “I gather this is what you meant by ‘You may not be able to go home again.'” I groused.

   “It could have turned out many different ways my friend.”

   “I most certainly am not your friend.” I shot back.

   He shrugged,   “When the council had you arrested I took the liberty of hiring you and Oliver a lawyer. You understand they have to do this in order to restore the law to communities that have  forsaken it. They can’t very well just go in and convict a full police force for suspending trial by jury without having a trial by jury.”

  I understood the concept. I still felt betrayed.

  “So where’s this lawyer?”

   “Meeting with Oliver first. He has to get a picture of what happened in your town that caused the Bone Brothers to form.”

    “Then why are you here? Why didn’t you just wait to come see me with him?”

   “I think you should sit down.” Scott’s eyes glistened with a watery hardness, a mixture of sadness and fury I had seen too many times in the eyes of funeral goers in the last months.

    “I think I’ll stand.”

    He nodded, “I have been verifying your story. I sent riders to your friend’s house in Ashburnham, to Silhouette’s.”

    I gripped the rod iron window brace with my right hand.

   “The house had been burned. We found two bodies. Elderly ladies.”

 

23 Pt. 1

This is a reblog from my last blog “Reinventing the We’ll”. But as I am getting ready for vacation in the Netherlands I thought it might be a good time to resurrect some of the old studies.

23 Pt. 1

 

     “The Lord is my shepherd” Psalm 23:1

      Midnight has come and gone. I am winding down in the hotel room as the youth group  settles in for the night. I did some calculating. This is my fourteenth youth convention…the eighth I have had a hand in planning. I have turned this one over to Pastor Brad. I am mostly along for the ride to troubleshoot any problems he runs up against. Yet I have found that even this requires a good deal of intentionality and planning.

We started planning this thing back in June. There are a lot of logistics to taking a youth group on an over-night trip: registrations, hotels, meals, travel arrangements, crowd control, chaperone to student ratio and so on.

I realize though that if shepherding a youth group through one twenty four hour period is complicated, planning out and shepherding me through all the twists and turns of my life is a far more complex endeavor. Yet He does it! He is my guide who knows every path. He is the Waymaker when I am certain there is absolutely no way. He is the protector who sees every enemy before they attack. He is the leader who is never at a loss for a plan.

What does “The Lord is my shepherd” mean to you?

Pastor Wrinkles: Easter Celebration Messages Pt. 2 A Bit Late!

Easter Sunrise

Easter Sunrise

 

So this is actually Pastor Wrinkle’s (that’s me!) Palm Sunday message. Sorry it’s late but the link to it was a bit broken…that is to say totally broken. Well our great and grand media tech Jason has fixed it at last (I call him the great and powerful OZ when he does things like this for me). So I trust that though it is late by my standards,  yet it has arrived at just the right time in God’s providence.

http://cornerstoneag.net/2013/03/24/journey/

 

Pastor Wrinkles: The Immediately Of God Pt. 2

100_0220God has had me in the Gospel of Mark since Good Friday. It was on my third time through the book that I got stuck on the number of times the author used the word immediately in the first chapter. If you missed yesterday’s post you can check it out for yourself here: http://wp.me/p39vIx-kI

Mark uses the word “immediately” 9 times and the term “at once” 1 time in 45 verses. As I said yesterday, that’s a whole lot of immediately in one chapter. In fact if Mark were going into writing class with this chapter the first thing his teacher would probably ask him to change would be the use of this one word. But I have to think that God must have had a reason for telling Mark to use the word over and over again. He must be trying to make some point.

The actual word used 10 times in Mark 1 is the word euthys- straightway, immediately, forthwith.

As I was meditating on the chapter, I noticed that the action behind the “immediatelys” were coming from different sources. Sometimes the “immediately” was done by God the Father or Holy Spirit as in verses 9 (the Holy Spirit descended),12 (The Spirit drove Jesus into the wilderness), 28 (Jesus’ fame spread throughout the land), and 42 (the leprosy was healed)

Then other times the “immediately” was done out of obedience by Jesus, or his disciples. Once the “immediately” was even  perpetrated by a demon.

Now I have to say that we all love the immediate action of God. We love it when the disease is instantly, miraculously healed. We love it when God moves His plan for our lives forward quickly. We love it when God instantly shows up in answer to our prayers.

I can only speak for myself here but when the immediate action is mine I am not necessarily so keen on that. When God gives me a command sometimes I am not so quick to jump on the immediate bandwagon. I have to “think it through”, look at all the angles. I want  to figure out just exactly what obedience to God in this instance means. I justify it by calling it counting the cost, but I know it’s really just an attack of fear and unbelief.

As I looked at this passage  I realized that the immediate action of God usually followed the immediate act of obedience from Jesus or his disciples. The Holy Spirit descended immediately and drove Jesus into the wilderness as soon as Jesus obeyed the Father in baptism. Jesus fame immediately spread throughout the land because Jesus disciples  immediately obeyed God and followed Jesus into Capernaum. Peter’s mother-in-law was healed immediately because the disciples didn’t wait to tell Jesus about the need.

This has me wondering how many of God’s “immediatelys” are hung up in waiting because my “immediatelys” have been put on the back burner. I know that sometimes we are required to wait for God but I am just wondering if there aren’t times where I’m not waiting for God but He is actually waiting for me.

What’s your immediately from God today? How is it effecting God’s immediately? 

 

The Change

The Change

Daily Prompt: For many of us, winter is blooming into spring, or fall hardening into winter. Which season do you most look forward to?

100_0457Never the return of green and running falls

Dispelling ice from souls too long frozen

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Ocean’s glimmer chosen for respite from the weary world

12-4-12 10-22-2012 2-24-17 PM. 24 063We do not covet autumn’s hues or

Changes come with dying splendor’s promise of the celebration

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Of another time to seal away to rest,  a winter solstice,

Snowy embrace!

My Warm Sun by JE Lillie

My Warm Sun by JE Lillie

The thing we long for is just the change.

If you want to try your hand at the Daily Prompt go to: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/

Pastor Wrinkles: The Immediately Of God Pt. 1

The beginning of the gospel of Jesus Christ, the Son of God.[a]

2 As it is written in Isaiah the prophet,[b]

“Behold, I send my messenger before your face,     who will prepare your way, 3 the voice of one crying in the wilderness:     ‘Prepare[c] the way of the Lord,     make his paths straight,’”

4 John appeared, baptizing in the wilderness and proclaiming a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins. 5 And all the country of Judea and all Jerusalem were going out to him and were being baptized by him in the river Jordan, confessing their sins. 6 Now John was clothed with camel’s hair and wore a leather belt around his waist and ate locusts and wild honey. 7 And he preached, saying, “After me comes he who is mightier than I, the strap of whose sandals I am not worthy to stoop down and untie. 8 I have baptized you with water, but he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit.”

The Baptism of Jesus

9 In those days Jesus came from Nazareth of Galilee and was baptized by John in the Jordan. 10 And when he came up out of the water, immediately he saw the heavens being torn open and the Spirit descending on him like a dove. 11 And a voice came from heaven, “You are my beloved Son;[d] with you I am well pleased.”

The Temptation of Jesus

12 The Spirit immediately drove him out into the wilderness. 13 And he was in the wilderness forty days, being tempted by Satan. And he was with the wild animals, and the angels were ministering to him.

Jesus Begins His Ministry

14 Now after John was arrested, Jesus came into Galilee, proclaiming the gospel of God, 15 and saying, “The time is fulfilled, and the kingdom of God is at hand; repent and believe in the gospel.”

Jesus Calls the First Disciples

16 Passing alongside the Sea of Galilee, he saw Simon and Andrew the brother of Simon casting a net into the sea, for they were fishermen. 17 And Jesus said to them, “Follow me, and I will make you become fishers of men.”[e] 18 And immediately they left their nets and followed him. 19 And going on a little farther, he saw James the son of Zebedee and John his brother, who were in their boat mending the nets. 20 And immediately he called them, and they left their father Zebedee in the boat with the hired servants and followed him.

Jesus Heals a Man with an Unclean Spirit

21 And they went into Capernaum, and immediately on the Sabbath he entered the synagogue and was teaching. 22 And they were astonished at his teaching, for he taught them as one who had authority, and not as the scribes. 23 And immediately there was in their synagogue a man with an unclean spirit. And he cried out, 24 “What have you to do with us, Jesus of Nazareth? Have you come to destroy us? I know who you are—the Holy One of God.” 25 But Jesus rebuked him, saying, “Be silent, and come out of him!” 26 And the unclean spirit, convulsing him and crying out with a loud voice, came out of him. 27 And they were all amazed, so that they questioned among themselves, saying, “What is this? A new teaching with authority! He commands even the unclean spirits, and they obey him.” 28 And at once his fame spread everywhere throughout all the surrounding region of Galilee.

Jesus Heals Many

29 And immediately he[f] left the synagogue and entered the house of Simon and Andrew, with James and John. 30 Now Simon’s mother-in-law lay ill with a fever, and immediately they told him about her. 31 And he came and took her by the hand and lifted her up, and the fever left her, and she began to serve them.

32 That evening at sundown they brought to him all who were sick or oppressed by demons. 33 And the whole city was gathered together at the door. 34 And he healed many who were sick with various diseases, and cast out many demons. And he would not permit the demons to speak, because they knew him.

Jesus Preaches in Galilee

35 And rising very early in the morning, while it was still dark, he departed and went out to a desolate place, and there he prayed. 36 And Simon and those who were with him searched for him, 37 and they found him and said to him, “Everyone is looking for you.” 38 And he said to them, “Let us go on to the next towns, that I may preach there also, for that is why I came out.” 39 And he went throughout all Galilee, preaching in their synagogues and casting out demons.

Jesus Cleanses a Leper

40 And a leper[g] came to him, imploring him, and kneeling said to him, “If you will, you can make me clean.” 41 Moved with pity, he stretched out his hand and touched him and said to him, “I will; be clean.” 42 And immediately the leprosy left him, and he was made clean. 43 And Jesus[h] sternly charged him and sent him away at once, 44 and said to him, “See that you say nothing to anyone, but go, show yourself to the priest and offer for your cleansing what Moses commanded, for a proof to them.” 45 But he went out and began to talk freely about it, and to spread the news, so that Jesus could no longer openly enter a town, but was out in desolate places, and people were coming to him from every quarter.

That’s a whole lot of immediately for one chapter. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow.

Scars, Trees, and Zip Lines…Musings on Easter

I loved this.

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Before our first service on Easter Sunday, Bill, a dear friend of mine, a wonderful man of God, whom I deeply respect, asked to speak to me. He had something he wanted to give me. I was talking to Bob at the time. Bob was like a 2nd dad to me growing up. Bill wanted Bob to stay as he presented me with the gift.

Before I committed my life to Christ at the age of 15, I spent a lot of time at Bob’s house. His daughter was my best friend. Their home was a source of stability and strength for me growing up…a respite from the craziness that was my life. They lived the street over from me. They took me wherever they went as a family. Often they took me with them to their good friend’s house (Bill and Dot). They would play cards while the kids…

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Got To? OR Get To?

This is a post I wrote a few years ago regarding a conversation I had with God. It came back to mind as I was praying this afternoon. Hope it blesses.

Got To…Or Get To?

 

    

“I’ve got to do a bunch of stuff today God and it’s really gettin’ to me!”

“What have you got to do son?”

“I’ve got to go to prayer. I’ve got to call like 20 people. I’ve got to finish the editing project my friend sent me. I’ve got to water the gardens. I’ve got to walk the dogs. I’ve got to write to a list of missionaries a mile long. I’ve got to prepare youth group lessons and blogs and I have all this studying You said I had to do.”

” Do you like studying, son?”

“Yes God I do.”

“Do you like preparing lessons and writing blogs, son?”

“It’s one of my favorite things in the whole world.”

“Son, do you like writing letters to missionaries?”

“I love your missionaries God. Praying for them and encouraging them is very rewarding.”

” I thought you loved gardening and the dogs. That’s why I gave them to you.”

“Oh I do love them God.”

“And prayer don’t you love praying?”

“I do God. It’s like my breath!”

“Then you haven’t got to do these things, J.  You  get to do them.”

“You’re right God but there’s so many things on my list. I feel like I can never get all the things done today no matter how much I like them!”

“Then stop living as if it all has to get done  today. Live like forever is yours son, because it is.”

 

Do you ever stress about the pace of life? What thoughts do you use to help you de-stress?

The Good Shepherd Pt. 6

The Good Shepherd

The Good Shepherd

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The Good Shepherd Pt. 6

Lanterns flickered along the nicotine stained walls. Heavy clouds of smoke tainted with overtones of vomit wafted through the dark tavern. But the patrons, a raucous cheery bunch, seemed oblivious to the stench which itched the innards of my nostrils. Hunger drove us past the fumes to a dirty table in the darkest corner of the roadhouse.

I pulled out the bills Silhouette had handed me that last night in Winchendon. She had wrapped them in plastic and folded that into  a linen handkerchief.

“Maybe this will still be useful where you are going Pastor,” She said.

When Oliver, posing as Virginia, had first suggested the escape I was dubious. Silhouette had been the one to convince me.

“Pastor, Tyson has taken over the town. He is the Bone Brothers only he wears a badge. He has to be stopped just like they did, but he isn’t going to listen to the gospel if that’s what your thinking. In fact he plans to kill you to make his point, that the Bible won’t work.”

She gave me that knowing look that said this was more of what she had foretold before the lights went out.

“Listen we maybe aren’t in the Tribulation yet but it’s gonna get a bit Tribulationish right quick. You’ve got to go and see if you can find help before Tyson turns  on every God-fearing man and woman in town.”

“But my mother and Anna…” I began

She cut me off, ” I’ve already taken them to my house. We’ll be fine. You go.”

She touched my hand lightly, “I will be waiting at your house with supplies on Sunday night. Come around the back.”

That was Friday.

Sunday was the last time I saw her. By Tuesday we were in Leominster. Wednesday night we reached Acton and collapsed into  the darkened booth at the back of the roadhouse.

Oliver sat with her back to the wall, face to the door.  She kept her bag with the bowie-knife close by her side ready for action though I told her if she tried to use it on anyone I would step in. Our whole world is filling to the brim with death and violence. The last thing this lost realm needs is a church that answers violence with violence, death with death. It’s in these places of darkness that sacrifice and persecution become the shining gems of God’s kingdom power. If we should be attacked, persecuted or even killed I am ready to meet Jesus if only it means someone may see Him in me. That was something that changed in me when I met the Bone Brothers. I can see now what I couldn’t see by the glow of electric lamps. Nothing in this life matters unless somehow it fulfills God’s plan. So much of what I spent  my life energy on before the black-out didn’t matter. I spent so  much of my strength trying to avoid the things that probably would have made the biggest impact for God.

Silhouette had been right about the money. The barkeep evidently hadn’t seen a ten spot in several months. The clucking of chickens from the kitchen and the basket of canned goods and sacks of flour sitting beside the bar indicated his usual stock-in-trade. He gladly lightened us of three bills for our meals and drinks and then left us alone to regale his other customers with stories of the time before when cars ran and houses were warm. His story played like ancient history even though we were only a few months away from darkness’ origin.

Oliver hunkered over her bowl like a starving wolf guarding its kill. Her eyes focused from our dark corner across the room to the boisterous crowd, “Your money has attracted some attention.”

I turned and noted the man sitting at the table closest to the door. He sat on the edge of the crowd acting a part but sharing none of the drunken ribaldry that was increasing as the night wore on. His hair was oiled back in place and clipped neatly above his ears. He wore a grey tweed suit. A clean brown trench coat hung over the chair beside him. His shoes gleamed black with polish sans spit. He smoked a pipe. Faint clouds of cherry scent billowed towards us from his realm even as he  scanned our shadow with deep intent.

I gazed at him refusing to remove my interest if he would not. At last he rose and came to the table.

He offered his hand,”Scott.”

A voice deep inside of me muttered, “Trust.”

“Jerome.”

“Not many people pay with  money anymore.” Scott said.

“I’m imagining that’s because most people don’t have any.”

He smiled, “But you do?”

“Not much anymore; But then we really don’t need it now. We only have another day or so to travel.” I explained.

“He can help.” The voice in my belly said.

“Where are you coming from?” Scott asked.

I thought about withholding the truth. I didn’t know Scott. We couldn’t be sure he was safe.

The voice inside said “Trust.”

“Winchendon.”

His eyes narrowed and he nodded slowly,  “Where you headed?”

“Boston,” I said.

“Going to see them then are you?”

“What’s that?” I asked curious.

“The streetlights.”

Oliver and I sat up at that. The noise of the crowd seemed to dull as the air distilled with tension and hope.

“You didn’t know?” He asked taking a deep drag on his pipe.

I shook my head almost imperceptibly. My eyes searched his for any sign of the lie.

“The lights in the city have been on for a month.”

My belly rumbled, “Trust.”