Category: Legacy Church Family (Page 35 of 37)

Raining on our Drought

It wasn’t quite as dramatic as opening night when the thunderstorm broke out just as Elisha, the narrarator, was telling us how dry it was during the 3-1/2 year drought in Israel. But we did get another pretty heavy thunderstorm last night that ended just as VBS was beginning. One of my favorite ad-libbed lines from last night’s presentation of “Elijah: On Fire for the Lord” came from one of the Ba’al prophets who prayed, “Please let it rain like it’s doing in Texas!” And of course, the best well-rehearsed line was delivered by our own Suzanne West, whose cameo and single line every year has become a much-anticipated event. “Excuse me, sir. Who is this God you speak of?” She nailed it.

VBS is really a spectacular production here at Legacy. Elaborately decorated classrooms featuring everything from sumo wrestlers to running brooks and Israelite houses and a giant candy Mount Carmel. And tons of kids and young families, naturally. But a whole mess of our older members jump right into the middle of this thing, too. That’s one of the really, really impressive things about the Legacy family. They really do act like a family. (They. I guess I need to start saying “we.”) I see such pride and joy on the faces of our older members listening to our kids sing and scream and jump up and down with Jerry Karels. They’re helping with refreshments and registration. They’re aiding our many, many visitors as soon as they walk in the door. It’s just a terrific, church-wide experience. And I’m truly grateful for that.

Why do we love so much seeing our kids having a great time? Why do we enjoy so much watching them learn about Elijah and God’s great love and power? Why do our hearts thrill listening to them sing? Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me.” He tells us we must become like little children if we’re to enter the Kingdom.” Is it any wonder? Our kids are so enthusiastic, their faith so simple and strong, their love and forgiveness of each other so quick and deep, their joy in their Lord and his creation so genuine, their trust so real.

Let’s pay close attention to our young children here for the next couple of nights. Watch them. Listen to them. Let’s notice in them the qualities that our Lord finds so appealing. And then let’s try to be just like them.

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Jesse Villareal is getting his list together for the trip to Marble Falls next week. If you’d like to go with him and the Singles Group to help the Marble Falls Church clean out and clean up from last month’s floods, please get in touch with him soon or email me at astanglin@legacychurchofchrist.org. They’re leaving Thursday afternoon, August 2. They’ll work with the church down there in members’ homes and in other areas of the city—the lowest income areas of the town, probably—all day Friday and Saturday. And then they’ll come home Sunday afternoon after worshiping with the Marble Falls family that morning.

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Although the Cowboys report to San Antonio this afternoon for training camp and their first practice is tomorrow, there are still 37 days until football season. 37 days until the games count. No more scrimmages. No more pre-season. No more practices. The games count in 37 days. Don’t be distracted. Don’t lose focus.

DoakWalkerAtSMU#37 in the countdown is probably the best football player ever in the history of the Southwest Conference. The great SMU running back, Doak Walker, is the only three-time All-America selection in the history of the SWC. He led the Mustangs to conference titles in 1947 and 1948 when SMU went a combined 18-1-3. And those were his teams. He did everything. And everybody wanted to see him play. He ran, passed, kicked, returned kicks, and played defense so well that SMU was forced to move out of its small on-campus Ownby Stadium to play its games in the massive Cotton Bowl at Fair Park. Thus, the Cotton Bowl became “The House That Doak Built.” And it still is.

Walker became the first junior to ever win the Heisman Trophy when he took it in 1948. And he’s still the only Mustang to ever win the award as the best player in college football.

DoakWalkerWithLionsAs a pro with the Detroit Lions, Walker won two NFL Championships, made four Pro Bowls, and finished with an unbelievable career rushing average of 4.9 yards per carry. For a career!

He made the cover of 47 magazines during his playing days and really was a national phenomenon. He’s still in the top five of several all-time SMU categories including rushing, passing, scoring, interceptions, punting, punt return, and kick return. And the award for the best running back in college football every year has been named after him since 1990. Doak Walker went to Highland Park High School in Dallas with Bobby Layne. And he’s the best player to ever wear #37.

Peace,

Allan

Living in Answered Prayer

When the brook at Kerith dried up, Elijah found himself in the middle of the desert, in the middle of a 3-1/2 year drought, in the middle of a 3-1/2 year famine, #1 on the state’s most wanted list, hiding from a queen who was killing men just like him all over the region, and without anything to drink.

As scared as he might have been, Elijah was living right in the middle of his own answered prayer.

Elijah had prayed that it would not rain. He had agonized over the sin of God’s people for so long that he prayed for God to punish his people, to bring them to repentance. James says Elijah prayed earnestly that it might not rain. And as a result of his own prayers, here was Elijah, about to die in the desert.

Has that ever happened to you?

“Lord, make me a godly man. Please make me a woman after your own heart.” But in your mind, you’re thinking, “Don’t let it hurt.”

“God, make me stable and longsuffering and gracious and patient. But don’t take away any of my luxuries.”

“Lord, please make me strong. Increase my faith. But don’t let me suffer.”

Maturity in faith requires sacrifice and suffering. Growing in God is all about suffering. Physical pain. Emotional pain. How else would we ever learn to live by faith?

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What a fantastic kick-off to VBS last night with the opening presentation of “Elijah: On Fire for the Lord” and the big dinner. Of course, the entire 45-minute production began with Elijah’s dramatic announcement that there would be no rain or dew at the word of the Lord and centered on the subsequent drought and famine. And at the exact point Mason Scott (Elisha, the narrator) was detailing to the audience the impact of the drought, how there would be “no rain, not one single deop of moisture anywhere in the entire land,” there came a huge cloudburst right on top of the Legacy church building. The rain came in torrents, pounding the metal roof above our heads just as Mason was saying “no rain anywhere.”

It was a beautiful moment, one that was appreciated by the entire cast and every member of the audience. It reminds us that as much as we plan and prepare and go over and over again every little tiny detail of OUR plans, they’re all at the mercy of GOD’s plans.

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GeorgeRogersThere are 38 days left until football season. And our football player today is one of the best college running backs ever. He didn’t pan out so well in the NFL. But George Rogers was amazing at South Carolina from 1977-80. He was a two-time All-America back who rushed for over a hundred yards in 27 of his 46 career games, including the last 22 in a row. With a deadly combination of power and speed, he won the Heisman Trophy in 1980 by leading the nation in rushing in with 1,894 yards.

Rogers was the overall number one pick of the New Orleans Saints in 1980. But he only lasted four years there and another three with the Redskins before he was done. He did win a ring with the ‘Skins in Super Bowl XXII. But George Rogers makes the list because of what he did as a Gamecock. Next to Herschel Walker, in my lifetime, I can’t think of a better running back in the SEC.

Catching up from yesterday, #39 in my countdown to football season is Dolphins fullback Larry Csonka. He was Miami’s LarryCsonkatop pick out of Syracuse in 1968 and he’s actually still the Dolphins’ all-time leading rusher with 6,737 yards. He averaged 4.5 bruising yards per carry in Miami, ballooning that average to 6.7 yards per carry in three Super Bowls. Csonka won the MVP award in Super Bowl VIII with 145 yards and two touchdowns.

Csonka wound up his career with the Memphis Southmen of the old World Football League and the New York Giants.

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Jesse Villareal and Karrie Graves and several other of our singles at Legacy are heading down to Marble Falls on August 2 to help clean out houses and clean up debris left over from the flooding of last month. What a wonderful gesture! I don’t know if they’re going to have four or five total make the trip or 40 or 50. They’re just putting it together. But what a wonderful way to show our love and concern for our brothers and sisters in Christ there in that terrific congregation in that beautiful city. I’m so grateful for Jesse and Karrie and for their hearts of love and service to God’s people in the Kingdom. Greg Neill and the folks at the Marble Falls Church will house and feed our singles (and anyone else who wants to take the trip) while they work in the community there for those three days. And then they’ll worship with the Marble Falls congregation Sunday morning.

Thank you. May we all be encouraged by the love of Christ and by the power of our God and his grace as it’s displayed in the lives of our people here.

Peace,

Allan

The Dual Message of the Double Drought

When Ahab married Jezebel he forged a political alliance with Sidon and the other wealthy Phoenician city-states that made all of Israel dependent on the fertility god Ba’al. I don’t know how good looking she was or if she could cook. But Ahab married her in part to guarantee or secure the wealth and peace of the Northern Kingdom.

Materialism. Nationalism. Consumerism.

What’s best for their portfolios and what’s best for their country and their country’s economic systems and peace is rationalized and justified in unimaginable ways. The desire for wealth and peace displaces their allegiance to God. Faithlessness to the covenant in pursuit of politically expedient ends leads Israel (us) into a deceptive downward spiral to eventual extinction.

And Yahweh, the Lord, the one who controls the rain, not Ba’al the god of the storm, shuts off the sky. And he takes his prophet out of the kingdom. He removes the blessings of rain that were forever tied to the covenant and he removes his Word.

It’s a double drought.

The message is that our God is committed to battling the forces of sin and evil. He works to destroy sin — even, or especially, among his own called out people.

But notice how he takes care of Elijah. He hides him. He provides food and water for him. He sustains Elijah in the middle of the desert in the middle of a drought. This other message is that our God is faithful to his children. He takes great care of those who are committed to him and his purposes.

This is essentially what I’m preaching Sunday, to tie in with our “Elijah: On Fire For The Lord” theme for VBS.  Sunday should be a terrific day. Gordon and Bette Lowrey’s granddaughter is being baptized. We’re bringing the Royal Family Kid’s Camp workers up so we can pray over them and ask God’s blessings for them as they begin their week with those abused and neglected children. I think all of Elijah’s ravens are going to be making appearances in the kids’ Bible classes. And then we’re kicking off VBS Sunday at 5:30 with the Elijah musical and a big church-wide fellowship dinner.  Love VBS.

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J. B. West, son of our own wonderful John & Suzanne, is playing Obadiah during the four nights of the musical. But he suffered a pretty bad concussion Thursday last week while wrestling with someone at camp. He was in the hospital this past Wednesday, two days ago, being treated for this post-concussion syndrome. And it looked like for all the world that I would have to step in to play Obadiah. Obadiah’s a cool character. He’s in Ahab’s court but he’s secretly hiding God’s prophets out in caves in the desert to protect them from Jezebel. And he’s in a group that gets to sing a parody of Billy Joel’s “For the Longest Time.” (It hasn’t rained here for the longest time!”) The lyrics are great. I love that song. And I’ve been over the script twice.

But J. B.’s better now.

And he’s determined to do it. The show must go on.

Part of me is much relieved. I hate doing anything like that in a public way without a lot of notice and prep time. But part of me wishes J. B.  were still in bed, in severe pain, and throwing up. (Just kidding, J. B. You know I love you.) I am a little bit of a ham. And I would have really enjoyed being in the play. I’ve already told Kipi I want a big role in next year’s musical.

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CharlieWaters41 more days until football season begins. And #41 is, indeed, Dallas Cowboys safety Charlie Waters. The Cowboys traded Jerry Rhome to the Oilers in 1970 for the #3 pick in the draft that year which they used to select Waters out of Clemson. And he played safety for the Cowboys from 1970-81, missing only the 1979 season, Staubach’s last year, with a knee injury. It was during Staubach’s last regular season game, with Waters doing the radio analysis with Brad Sham, when the Cowboys made up TWO 17-point deficits to beat the Redskins 35-34 on a last second pass to Tony Hill, that Charlie kept saying over and over “Ya gotta believe!”

It was Waters’ finest radio hour. His color this past season with Sham hasn’t been nearly as good as his pre- and post-game chatter with Wally over the years.

During his eleven year career Waters and the Cowboys played in nine NFC Championship Games, five Super Bowls, and won two rings. His 41 career interceptions rank #3 all time for Dallas, his 584 return yards are second most in Cowboys history, and his nine playoff picks are tops in the Cowboys’ books.

When I first started playing organized football at the beginning of my 7th grade year I requested the #41 for my Dallas Christian Junior High Colts jersey. Charlie Waters was my favorite Cowboy and I was playing safety. It only made sense. They didn’t have a 41. I had to take #42. Randy Hughes. Great player. Had a monster Super Bowl XII. But I wanted Waters’ 41.

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GaleSayers40Tomorrow’s #40 is Chicago Bears Hall of Fame running back Gale Sayers. As an All-America back out of Kansas, Sayers scored a rookie record 22 touchdowns for the Bears in 1965. He won the NFL rushing titles in ’66 and ’69. And he was named the MVP of three of the five Pro Bowls he made during his short seven year career. Sayers was a great breakaway runner with terrific lateral moves and a powerful burst. Once he made it past the defensive line he was usually gone. He racked up 9,435 total yards as a runner / receiver. But most people forget he was also a highly talented return man. He’s still the NFL’s all-time leading kickoff returner.

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Somebody said yesterday we should wait until we take the Lord’s Supper Sunday and have fingerprint crews from the police department dusting each tray as it comes down the aisle.

I’ve thought several times over the past 24 hours about Bill Cosby’s routine on his metal shop teacher in high school. He always used psychology to get the kids to confess. When somebody threw a bullet in the furnace and it exploded, the teacher asked the class who did it and nobody would say anything. So the teacher went to work to get the guilty dog to bark. “Boy it takes a pretty rotten guy to put a bullet in the furnace. Yeah, a guy’s gotta be pretty sorry to do something like that. A guy’s mother must be pretty low down and rotten to do something like that.”

And then a kid in the back would stand up and say, “I didn’t do it! And stop talking about my mother!”

I don’t think that’ll work here in our burglary case. And, contrary to what a few people were thinking yesterday with all the police activity around here, I don’t think network TV is ready to start filming “CSI: Legacy.”

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Carrie-Anne and Carley and I are leaving now to go pick up Whitney and Valerie at Three Mountain Retreat where they’ve been at church camp all week. We’ve missed them. Carley’s really missed them.  I’m really looking forward to hearing all their stories and seeing how each of them has grown over the past week, socially and spiritually. I’m excited to hear about new friends and new experiences. I know Valerie was pumped about getting to ride horses. I can’t wait to listen to them talk. It’ll be good to have the whole family back together again. We’ll probably get back this evening just in time to take in Vic and Shanna and Kevin and the rest of Ain’t Misbehavin’ at the Cotton Belt. Good barbecue, music, friends, and fun.

Have a great weekend.

Peace,

Allan

Take Two

The officer from the Crime Scene unit of the N. Richland Hills PD is here at the building right now collecting fingerprints from the glass in Suzanne’s office, from the cabinet behind Josslyn’s desk, and from the doors and desks in mine and Jason’s offices.  We’ve learned over the past few hours that the deductible on the insurance is $5,000. And the two computers and my door will bring the total to just under $3,000. So this is all coming directly out of the church’s pocket.

And I’m the preacher.

So I’m supposed to have something really wise to say. I’m supposed to have a profound thought or two on all of this. Eugene Peterson would expect me to use this opportunity to provide spiritual direction. And I’ve been coming up empty all day.

I know I’ve already forgiven the person(s). Goodness knows I’ve done much worse things in my life than what happened here overnight. And my God has forgiven me. So, in light of that, I’ve already forgiven whomever smashed my door and grabbed my computer. Whomever took Brittany’s computer and the cash from Jason’s office and went through his mission trip envelopes, they are already forgiven by me.

I just keep asking myself “why?” I can’t imagine taking the risk for whatever two laptops will bring at a pawn shop. I can’t imagine going into the church building, where God’s people meet together to worship him and minister to each other, a sanctuary, a holy place, consecrated to our Lord and his purposes in his Kingdom, and smashing doors and stealing computers. And the police keep saying, and the evidence all around us keeps pointing, to this being an inside deal. It’s one of our own.

I’m very grateful for the rest of the staff here who have already forgiven the person(s), too. We’re sick about it. But we realize that whomever did this is probably really hurting, starving for love and attention, searching to find his place in a broken world. And that’s what makes me sad. If it really is someone from our own church family, if it really is a brother or a sister of mine, it’s somebody I love who is hurting. And I hate that. I would gladly have just handed them the two or three hundred dollars they felt they needed. I’m praying for them and I’m confident that God is going to use this situation, because of how we’re trying to handle it, to work something good in that person’s life.

Give me another hour or so and I’ll unveil #42 in the countdown to football season. I haven’t forgotten.

Peace,

Allan

We Was Robbed!

Happy birthday, Dad.

John Edward is 65 years old today. And I spent time last night gathering a bunch of photos to honor him today on the blog. OfficeDoorBut that’s all been disrupted. I walked into the church building at 7:30 this morning and found that the glass door to my office had been smashed with a hammer and my laptop computer gone. Jason’s office was also open and our youth intern, Brittany’s, laptop computer is gone, along with some Prayer Wristband cash that was in a jar on the counter.

Sickening.

Whoever it is only wanted the laptop computers. Nothing else was taken in the whole building. Ours were the only two offices that had laptops. And ours were the only two offices disturbed. They obviously knew what they were doing, where the items they coveted were located, and how to get to them quickly. They knew the exact drawer in Jason’s office where he keeps the mission trip money and had the envelopes scattered on top of his desk. They went through the sliding glass window to Suzanne’s office to get keys out of her desk. She didn’t have a key to my door. So they used a hammer.

The good news is that the NRH police officer who spent two hours with us this morning is sending the city’s crime lab out here in a couple of hours to collect the fingerprints on the glass and the desktops and the doorknobs and a tray of magic markers on Jason’s desk that was moved. There’s evidence scattered all over the place. And they’ll be collecting it and processing it soon.

But that’s also the bad news. The officer, and we in the office, feel more than certain it’s an inside job. All the clues point directly to someone who has intimate knowledge of the layout of the offices — what’s where and how to get it.

I’d much rather it be someone from outside the church. I can’t stand to think it’s probably one of my brothers and / or sisters in Christ who has done this to us.

I’ve only lost the stuff I’ve written and done since we’ve moved here. Everything else that was on my computer I still have saved on a thumb drive at the house. Sunday’s sermon was saved elsewhere. I’ve lost a few pictures of the kids and the house, some emails regarding small group ministry, and some of the bulletin articles I’ve written. Not a huge deal. Just an inconvenience and a nuisance.

The worst part is thinking it’s a member of our church family.

I almost hope we don’t find out.

Peace,

Allan

Jumping Into God's Work

I was set up. I was ambushed. Looking back now, I should have seen it coming. But I was blinded by my unabashed love and devotion to my brothers in Christ. I was naive to the deceit and scheming going on all around me. My belief and faith in my brothers clouded my vision. Trust me, it will never happen again.

Things were rocking along pretty well at the church cookout last night. Great burgers and dogs. Outstanding fellowship. Kudos to Paul and Andrea Brightwell and their ministry WithValeriegroup who planned and executed the evening so wonderfully. What a great night! And then we went outside to play games. Whitney and I KILLED in the egg toss. She made two amazing catches between her elbows on a couple of short throws. I made one spectacular one-handed, left-handed running grab. We finished fourth! And then the water balloon toss. We didn’t fare as well there, but we were still having lots of fun. After the second game of water balloon toss, I figured we were done. But Steve Fleming talked me into one more game. He paired me up with a girl I had never met. And instead of everybody on one side tossing their balloon at the same time, he had me toss mine first. Alone.

I should have seen it coming.

As soon as I threw my balloon, they came after me. 30-40 little kids and a couple of adults. I was completely defenseless and they were all armed. It was like running in a swamp following the 40-days and 40-nights of rain we’ve had here in North Texas. I got hit a couple of times. And then I went down. I slipped in the mud. I went down. And it was over. They pounded me. It turned into a little bit of a dog pile. Somebody brought in some eggs. It was ugly. I tried to take down as many of the kids as I could. But everything was so slippery.

And then the acts of cowardice.

After all the water balloons had been emptied onto my head, I regained my footing and my bearings and began to seek my revenge. Not on the kids, but on the adults I figured had planned the attack. As I grabbed the last carton of eggs, Steve Fleming began singing like a canary. He ratted out David Byrnes as the mastermind almost before I could ask. Such loyalty. Such dedication to his comrade. And as I approached Byrnes, he actually grabbed his wife, Shanna, and used her as a human shield. Unbelievable. It was worse than Costanza knocking over the seven-year-olds and his girlfriend’s grandmother to get out of the burning house. At least David acknowledged his character flaw late last night by emailing me a picture of himself. DavidByrnesIsAChicken

Byrnes, I hope the yolk comes out of your pink shirt!

What a fabulous night. I’ve been so amazed to feel like such a part of the church family here in such a hurry. Your response and your encouragment, and even your water balloons and eggs have meant so much to me. Thank you.

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Our Christian ministry is a continuation of God’s work in Jesus Christ. God’s plans for his world began before there was time and will continue throughout eternity. And it encourages me to think of God’s work as this huge, massive, unmeasurable thing that’s always been and will never stop. When God called Abram out of Haran, I like to think he did it with my great-grandparents in mind. When he took Israel across the Red Sea, I like to think he did that for me. When he brought his people back from exile, he did it to benefit my great-grandchildren. His labor is for all people for all time. God has always been and will always be present in and with his people. He’s continually loving and blessing his people, redeeming and reconciling his people, and defeating the enemies of his people. That work didn’t end with the resurrection of Jesus or with the beginning of the church or even with the writing of the New Testament. Luke says in Acts 1 that the earthly ministry of Jesus was just the beginning of what he does and teaches. It continues. Present tense, on and on.

And when we recognize the big picture of God’s work in our world, we realize that we’re only jumping in to join it. Nothing originates with us. We’re not starting any new work or beginning any new ways to show the love of God. It’s a process that began long ago and will continue until Christ returns. We’re only taking part in God’s constant labor. It’s so much bigger than my ministry or the work of the Legacy Church. He’s working through us and his church, yes. But that work continues whether we’re in on it or not. Let’s all pledge to jump in and join it.

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59 days until football season. And the all-time best #59 in football history is Steelers linebacker Jack Ham. A consensus All-America from Penn State, he was drafted by 59-JackHamPittsburgh and became a starter his rookie year of 1971. He won four Super Bowl rings and went to eight Pro Bowls, racking up 25-1/2 sacks, 21 fumble recoveries, and 32 interceptions in his 12 year career. He’s in the college and pro football halls of fame. And as much as I hate to honor or recognize any Steeler from the ’70s, Ham’s the guy.

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Excellent dinner Saturday night at the Fairmont for the Medina Children’s Home. Over 1,300 people there raising money for a great cause. It was so good to hook up with so many dear friends from Mesquite, Saturn Road, and Dallas Christian. I don’t know yet how much money was raised, but it had to have been a record. Avery Johnson handled the awkward moment when one of the former Medina kids (she’s an Aggie, Charlie) said she’d rather get an internship with the Spurs than with the Mavericks because they’ve won four rings with great diplomacy and kindness. And his own story of reaching the heights of athletic success and popularity from the drug-infested ghettos of New Orleans was inspiring. Just remember two things: “Failure is not Final” and “Things Don’t Change if Things Don’t Change.”

Peace,

Allan

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