Showing posts with label praise. Show all posts
Showing posts with label praise. Show all posts

Monday, May 14, 2012

Perspective: Mothers and Preachers

Yesterday as I presented my Mother's Day sermon and as I looked over my notes for my class on gender roles in the church, my mind was drawn to think of all the ways mothers and preachers are alike.
Good mothers and good preachers have to look for the best in people.  Just as a mother can find something positive in a midnight call from the local sheriff about some mischief a wayward son has found, so a good minister can find some redemptive quality in the midst of any member's crisis.  Just as a mother has to listen to the hours and hours of recounted teenage drama, the life of a local preacher is full of stories of other people's grandchildren, their gardens, their confessions and their dreams.  The best mothers and preachers don't mind this of course.  They both realize that often it is better to listen long than to be quick with advice.  They love the fact that their children and their parishioners trust them enough to share both their troubles and their triumphs.
Perhaps the quality that makes mothers and preachers most alike is this: they each believe that people can change.  Many a mother has spent many a sleepless night praying for the prodigal.  She can love her children to the point of pride while still recognizing their faults and wanting them to change.  She looks for every opportunity to be an influence and a guide.  She simply cares too much to stop believing.  Even in the face of overwhelming facts, a mother refuses to give up hope.  Her children will always be her children regardless of how they stray.
A good preacher is much the same.  He too has sleepless nights whether spent in prayer or in counsel with the hurt, the broken, the grieving.  He believes that the once-a-month member has potential to be a deacon.  He hopes that the new family that came last week will come back (maybe even for Sunday School next week).  He will plan his sermons so carefully to reach out to the heartsick, the hurting and even the hungover in the Sunday morning pews.  He struggles sometimes against despair, doubt and burnout.  He will wonder, like a mother does with her children, if anyone is really listening.  He, like every mother, will make mistakes, get tired and even forget his point from time to time.
Both mothers and preachers have difficult jobs.  Yesterday many of you thanked or remembered your mother.  Let me encourage you to also remember the preachers/Sunday School teachers/youth ministers/elders in your life.  Often these jobs expect much and pay little in earthly terms.  Few would choose the vocation for the financial or social perks.  Ministry, like motherhood, is a calling and a special responsibility.  Mothers and preachers don't do what they do for a "thank you," but a genuine expression of gratitude will be appreciated and will encourage them to even better service in what God has led them to do.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

"Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen."
-St. Paul to the church at Ephesus

Friday, December 23, 2011

Christmas Acappella

David Phelps is well-known for singing with the Gaither Vocal Band.  I heard him in a solo Christmas concert last year and he sang several numbers a cappella.  Enjoy him and the Easters in this Christmas classic.


Sunday, November 6, 2011

If I Stand




There's more that rises in the morning
Than the sun
And more that shines in the night
Than just the moon
It's more than just this fire here
That keeps me warm
In a shelter that is larger
Than this room


And there's a loyalty that's deeper
Than mere sentiments
And a music higher than the songs
That I can sing
The stuff of Earth competes
For the allegiance
I owe only to the giver
Of all good things


CHORUS:
So if I stand let me stand on the promise
That you will pull me through
And if I can't, let me fall on the grace
That first brought me to You
And if I sing let me sing for the joy
That has born in me these songs
And if I weep let it be as a man
Who is longing for his home


There's more that dances on the prairies
Than the wind
More that pulses in the ocean
Than the tide
There's a love that is fiercer
Than the love between friends
More gentle than a mother's
When her baby's at her side


And there's a loyalty that's deeper
Than mere sentiments
And a music higher than the songs
That I can sing
The stuff of Earth competes
For the allegence
I owe only to the Giver
Of all good things


CHORUS(2x)

And if I weep let it be as a man
Who is longing for his home

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

"Whom have I in heaven but You? And there is none upon earth that I desire besides You."
-David in Psalm 73

Friday, August 5, 2011

Music of Eternity

Music is one of the most profound ways human beings connect to one another.  Melodies and lyrics can transport us to different places and remind us of a higher purpose.  Singing is something that we all do as children to learn and to have fun.  Many of us as adults have favorite songs and artists and spend a good deal of time involved in music.
I was fortunate enough to attend a Gospel singing tonight at the congregation where I grew up. Many old, familiar faces were there including several, like me, who have gone on to worship at other places. The singing was wonderful with many different styles, voices and eras of songs represented. Many young children were there along with many senior citizen saints. We sang for over an hour and a half and then enjoyed refreshments.
It was a lovely evening.
The only thing bad about a night described above is that it has to end. People must rest, return to work or school and do other activities. What a blessing to know that in Heaven the praise will never end. The Scriptures describe the saints of all the ages gathered in the throne room of God singing the songs of Moses and the Lamb. We will sing with the apostles, the prophets and our saved loved ones who have gone before us. We will sing the songs of redemption. The songs of liberation. The songs that only the redeemed can sing.  All of those millions upon millions of voices will blend in perfect harmony to praise the Voice that spoke worlds into existence.
Next time you hear a favorite song remember that as a person of faith you have a future filled with music.
 

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

"Enter into His gates with thanksgiving,
And into His courts with praise.
Be thankful to Him, and bless His name."
-Psalm 100