Author: Allan (Page 487 of 493)

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

Doing My Part

Remember in the immediate aftermath of September 11, 2001, once our President came out of hiding, his very first words were something to the effect of “Don’t let the terrorists defeat us. Go buy something! If we stop buying, the terrorists win!” I was in Houston at the time and immediately plunked down $14 for a Houston Texans T-shirt. I wanted to do my part to defeat terrorism by purchasing something, by spending my money.

Aside from the way those government statements prove that we are a nation of consumers and if we stop buying things our country will cease to exist, I want to do my part today in the aftermath of the burglary to forge ahead and act normally. Bonny’s feverishly finishing up the bulletin. Kipi’s frantically pulling the Elijah musical together. So, I’m going to unveil today’s football player in the countdown to football season.

I know you’ve been waiting.

#42 is Ronnie Lott, one of the hardest-hitting defensive backs in football history. Lott was a team captain on the 1978 Southern Cal National Championship squad, a consensus All-America, and a two-time All-Pac-10 selection. The 49ers drafted him #1 in 1981 and he went on to record seven interceptions that rookie season, taking three of them back for scores. He took the 49ers to six NFC Championship Games and led them to four Super Bowl wins. And a lot of that success RonnieLottwas at the expense of the Danny White-led Cowboys.

Tom Landry said nobody dominated the secondary like Lott. He was fast. He was intimidating. And he was tough. Toward the end of his career, while he was with either the Jets or the Raiders, he smashed his pinky finger. It was going to require season-ending surgery. And he told the doctors to cut it off instead. They did. He didn’t miss a game.

14 years in the NFL, ten Pro Bowls, four rings, a member of the Pro Football Hall of Fame and the USC Hall of Fame.

It wasn’t an easy choice. Charley Taylor, the great Redskins running back; Dolphins wide receiver Paul Warfield; and Sid Luckman, the genius quarterback of the 1940s Bears all wore #42. ‘

But Ronnie Lott was one of the backup singers on Huey Lewis and the News’ “Hip To Be Square” on the “Fore” album. So he’s the guy.

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Now I’m heading home for the night. What a day it’s been. A pretty lousy start. And mostly up and down since.  But the cops are gone. The glass is all cleaned up. And this place will be bustling again tonight with more VBS Musical rehearsals and the coming and going of our visitation groups.

I’m calling my dad and try to do for him over the phone what I wanted to do today on the blog. Happy 65th birthday, dad. I love you.

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

Elijah's Ministry of Deed

While I’m counting down the days to football season (43, by the way) most everyone else in the church is counting down the days until our Vacation Bible School (4). And I’m getting excited about it, too. The two-story stage is now finished and the nearly 30 cast members of the musical have been up here rehearsing every night for weeks. Everything’s almost completely decorated. And the energy in the air is unmistakable. We’re expecting over 900 here for the Family Kickoff and dinner Sunday evening. And then three evenings of study and performance centered on the life of Elijah for children of every age and adults! I’m even preaching Sunday morning on the very first mention we have of Elijah in Scripture: his pronouncement of divine judgment on Ahab and Jezebel in 1 Kings 17. I toyed with the idea of wearing camel skin and a leather belt. For about two seconds.

It’s odd to me that, as great as Elijah is, he didn’t say a whole lot. We don’t have too many of his words recorded in Scripture. He’s mentioned more times by New Testament writers than any other prophet. His influence and importance as a man of God and a critical player in God’s salvation plans is unquestioned. But I’m not sure he did a whole lot of preaching. If he did, we don’t have it. What we have are a few short sentences from just five or six episodes of his ministry.

Consider that initial mention of Elijah. He comes out of nowhere, lands on the front steps of Ahab’s palace, announces a drought and a famine, and then disappears for three-and-a-half years. He’s gone just as quickly as he came. After just one sentence. When he reappears, it’s just for a day. Three more times he reappears in history, but each time it is just for a day. And doesn’t do a whole lot of talking.

He lets his actions speak for him and his God. He declares himself in 1 Kings 17:1 as a servant of God, standing before the God of Israel as his slave, and that’s enough.

It reminds me of Joe Malone. As our preacher at Pleasant Grove when I was a kid he used to recite a poem ocassionally that spoke to a minister’s life outside the pulpit. The poem ended with the line “I’d rather see a sermon than hear one anyday.”

It’s been said that, in preaching, the thing of least importance is the sermon.

The truth is that a lot of people have learned to tune our sermons out. They know full well that words are cheap and that emotion can be simulated. They wonder how much of our discourse we really believe and practice ourselves. And they look to our lives outside the pulpit for the answer.

Unfortunately, we’ve all known preachers who “slash the throats of their sermons by their lives.”

“Nothing influences others so much as character. Few people are capable of reasoning, and fewer still like the trouble of it; and besides, men have hearts as well as heads. Hence, consistency, reality, ever-present principle, shining through the person in whom they dwell, and making themselves perceptible, have more weight than many arguments, than much preaching.”  ~ Heygate, from “Ember Hours”

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Quick update on postdiluvian Marble Falls: I spoke to Greg Neill yesterday and he tells me that 15 of the 17 families in the church who were impacted by the floods of three weeks ago are, for the most part, back in their homes. Please keep the Jamars and the Montgomerys in your thoughts and prayers, as they are still displaced and facing some very tough decisions in the coming days. As with most everyone there who didn’t have flood insurance, their homes were nowhere near the 100-year flood plain. I’m happy to report that the Marble Falls Church has received almost ten thousand dollars from other congregations to help those brothers and sisters, one thousand of that from us at Legacy. They’re not finished with it yet. But the focus has now turned more to cleaning and repairing the town.

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There are only 43 more days until football season begins August 30 with eleven college games and the SEC tilt between LSU and Mississippi State that night on ESPN. And today’s #43 is Dallas Cowboys great Don Perkins. As a three-time all conference running back at New Mexico, Tex Schramm and Tom Landry signed him to a personal services contract before the Cowboys franchise even existed. But it didn’t start out that well.DonPerkins

Perkins almost got cut on the first day of that very first ever Cowboys training camp, in July 1960 in Forest Grove, Oregon. Perkins had reported to camp 20 pounds overweight thanks to an offseason program of, as he says today, biscuits and gravy. And Landry opened up his camp with that now famous Landry Mile. It was actually a mile and a quarter and Landry had every single player run it on the first day of camp for 29 years. And Perkins couldn’t even finish it. He fell down several times and then quit. The Landry Mile was designed to weed out those with no pride or determination. But because they had so few good players on that first roster they gave Perkins another chance. And he broke his foot. Perkins had to sit out that awful inaugural season of 1960 and wasn’t able to play until ’61. But he was definitely worth the wait.

Perkins was the NFL Rookie of the Year that season and finished in the top ten in the league in rushing every single one of his eight years with the Cowboys. He’s still the #3 all time leading rusher in Cowboys history behind Emmitt Smith and Tony Dorsett and #6 in all-purpose yards. Perkins literally carried the Cowboys from a winless expansion team to two straight NFL Championship Games. And when the Cowboys unveiled the famed Ring of Honor, Perkins was the second honoree to be inducted behind Hall of Famer Bob Lilly.

Cliff “Captain Crash” Harris gets a sentimental honorable mention. But Don Perkins is the best to ever wear #43.

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TroyDunganIs it weird to be sad about a weatherman retiring? After 31 years at Channel 8 in Dallas, Troy Dungan and his goofy bow ties are calling it quits. He had just arrived when my 4th grade class at Dallas Christian took a field trip to WFAA downtown to visit Troy. And we all decorated bow ties in recognition of his signature accessory as our nametags. Troy judged our nametags and declared mine third best behind Kristi Warmann and somebody else I can’t recall. Anway, my dad went with us as a sponsor and took his weather records to show Troy. (There’s not enough time in the day or space on our server to tell you about my dad and weather.) And Troy was kind enough and gracious enough to listen to my dad talk about his charts and records that he became our family favorite. Troy even recruited my dad and my aunt as his first weather-watchers — my dad in Pleasant Grove and my aunt in North Dallas. And dad stayed with him until they moved to Liberty City in 2000. It was not unusual for dad to have one of us call Troy at Channel 8 to report our rainfall amounts at the house or for Troy to call us if something really big was happening in the Grove. And we always thought that was cool. I remember C-A and I running into Troy and his family at the El Chico in Waco one Sunday afternoon and he recalled each one of us by name and asked about everybody. He’s always just as nice and friendly in person as he seems to be on air. Delkus and Fields and everybody else on Channel 8 seem so fake and cheesy compared to Troy. And I hate it that he’s leaving.

I know it makes me old. But does it make me weird?

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HomeSweetHomeFinally got the Texas flag up on the house. Finally feels, and looks, like home.

Peace,

Allan

The Ministry of Reconciliation

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! All this is from God, who reconciled us to himself through Christ and gave us the ministry of reconciliation: that God was reconciling the world to himself in Christ, not counting men’s sins against them. And he has committed to us the message of reconciliation. We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf: be reconciled to God.”  ~2 Corinthians 5:17-20

If Christian ministry is a continuation and an extension of what God began long ago, his mighty acts in history to reconcile the world to himself, then our ministry in his church should be a ministry that focuses on reconciliation.

We were made in the image of God, perfect beings in a perfect world. Man is God’s greatest creation and he longs to be reunited with us in perfection, the way it was in the very beginning. So while we were powerless, dead in our sins, enemies of God, he sent his only Son as a sacrifice to do for us what we could never do for ourselves. God is a God of reconciliation. His love in redeeming us is without cause, without merit, without limit, and without end.

And exhibiting those same ideas of redemption is at the core of Christian ministry. God wants husbands and wives to be together. He wants children reunited with their parents. He wants churches to stay in step. He desires unity among his people.

And that same unity should be evident within our own individual lives, between our brains and our bodies, our thinking and our doing. His will is that there should be no inconsistencies, no incongruence, no deviation. Our words and actions should reflect the impact his saving love and grace has had on us. Our ministry should seek to restore that kind of peace to shattered lives and broken relationships with the ultimate goal of complete reconciliation to the Father.

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There are 44 more days until the beginning of football season. And #44 in the countdown is the only Heisman Trophy winner to ever play for Bear Bryant and, I think, the only JohnDavidCrowTexas A&M Aggie on my list. John David Crow was a consensus All-America halfback / linebacker for Bryant’s Aggies in the ’50s. He actually edged out Alex Karras, believe it or not, for the Heisman in 1957. And he was undoubtedly the greatest Aggies football player ever.

Ever.

He only played in seven games his senior season because of a knee injury. But in his three years at College Station, the Aggies went 24-5-2. He was a two-time All Southwest Conference selection and even served as the Texas A&M Athletics Director from 1988-1993. He was drafted #1 by the NFL’s Chicago Cardinals in ’58 and spent eleven years with the Cards and 49ers, making it to four Pro Bowls and even winning the NFL rushing title in 1960.

He’s in the College Football Hall of Fame and the Texas Sports Hall of Fame. And he edges out Donnie Anderson, John Riggens, and Kyle Rote as the best #44 to ever play the game.

Peace,

Allan

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