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Holy Forever!

If you were there, you know. Sure, every single time the “4Midland” churches come together in worship to our God, it is a special occasion. But there was something, um, different about last night’s combined Ash Wednesday service at First Presbyterian. Something, dare I say, transformational.

For starters, there were right at 800 followers of Jesus packed into the First Pres worship center, overflowing all the available seating in the balcony and spilling into both transepts. I joked with Steve Schorr afterwards that he needed a capital campaign to expand their sanctuary just for Ash Wednesday. They were still streaming in when I stood up to give the Welcome and the Call to Worship. So, there’s a certain energy that just comes from having lots of people in the same room. But there was also a holy expectation. Hard to describe, but you probably know what I’m talking about.

Almost all of us are stretched beyond our normal levels of church comfort in these “4Midland” services. Especially with something like Ash Wednesday, which is not practiced by most Baptists or Church of Christers. And for the high church Methodists and Presbyterians, they’re singing different songs, they’re listening to different ways of praying and reading Scripture. As we’ve been discussing at GCR now for the past five weeks, I believe our Lord Jesus wants to push us out of our comfort zones so we can experience his Spirit’s transformation in our lives. And that’s been happening with “4Midland.” But there was something different about last night. I felt like there were not as many GCR people as in the past events like this. But it may be that there were SO MANY other people, that maybe our normal turnout was diluted a bit. It did feel different. Powerful. So special. Tim Neale told me maybe it’s that the fourth time’s the charm. We all feel more comfortable now with the discomfort, we know what to expect, it’s not as disorienting, and we’re able to really lean in more and be open to what God is doing.

My soul is so blessed by God to see and hear Kristin Rampton reading the Gospel with her gifts of communication and passion for Scripture. To see out of the corner of my eye Ashlee Hill imposing ashes right next to me with her tender heart for God’s people and  relational ministry. God’s Spirit was working mightily through them last night. And it was a joy.

My heart soars straight to heaven when that combined “4Midland” choir leads us in song. I love picking out the GCR members and seeing their joy as they lift their souls to the Lord in song, side by side with people they barely know or have never met. Presbyterians and Baptists, Methodists and Church of Christers united in song and in their devotion to God, leading 800 of us who are doing the same thing.  That partnership between our four worship pastors is turning into a force, man.

Darin Wood led us in the traditional confession litany:

Holy and merciful God, we confess to you and to one another, and to the communion of saints in heaven and on earth, that we have sinned by our own fault in thought, word, and deed, by what we have done, and by what we have left undone… Have mercy on us, O God.

And the assurance of forgiveness:

God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life. For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through him. Believe this Good News! In Jesus Christ, we are forgiven!

Steve Brooks then invited us to the Observance of Ash Wednesday and the beginning of the 40-day season of Lent. He cleverly worked U2 and Psalm 40 into an inspirational message about personal reflection and the transformational power of God to change us more into the image of Jesus during these six-and-a-half weeks. He gave us those words. Discontent. Self-concern. Patience. Gratitude. Thank you, Steve. Thank God.

And then the ashes. The reminder. The encouragement. The groaning and the glory.

From dust you were created and to dust you shall return. Repent and believe the Good News!

 

 

 

 

 

I don’t know where I’ve been when I’ve been exposed to “Holy Forever” in my recent past. Carrie-Anne tells me we’ve sung that Chris Tomlin song at Carley’s church in Flower Mound. Maybe. And maybe we’ve done it at GCR. But last night felt like the first time, and I’ll never forget it. The swell of the voices and the orchestra. Our song combining with the eternal song of praise in heaven and on earth, uniting with all of creation in proclaiming the holiness of our God. I’ll be asking that we make that our closing song for all “4Midland” events in the near future.

Not everybody gets to do stuff like this. It was glorious. God be praised, we are an extraordinarily blessed group of people. My heart is full of gratitude today for the partnership in the Gospel we share with these other three churches and for the supreme goodness of our God. And my prayer is that we do this more and more, and that more partnerships like this continue to break out around Midland and all over the world.

Peace,

Allan

Seeing Clearly on Ash Wednesday

Ash Wednesday begins the 40 day season of Lent, six-and-a-half weeks of prayer and fasting, self-examination and preparation, as we follow our Lord Jesus to the cross and out of the empty tomb. Christians all over the world are gathering today  to worship and pray, to confess and repent, in a tradition that dates back to the earliest days of our faith.

As has become our custom, the “4Midland” churches are worshiping together tonight and observing the Ash Wednesday traditions. It’s funny that for the past couple of months, the Baptists and the Church of Christers have been asking Darin and me, “When’s the Ash Wednesday service?” The Methodists and the Presbyterians have been asking Steve and Steve, “Can we sing more songs?” We are learning from each other. We are growing together.

All four of our churches have been telling us, “We don’t necessarily need a sermon.” That’s another thing we seem to have in common.

On Ash Wednesday, we are all like Isaiah. We see who we really are in light of God’s great holiness and majesty. We are mortal and frail; we are completely dependent. We examine ourselves. We allow God’s holy light to reveal our sin, which leads us to repent. We are in desperate need of his forgiveness and salvation. We see that today.

But we also see our God. We see very clearly that our God through Christ saves us from sin and death. We see that through the life, death, and resurrection of Jesus, we can live right now today and forever in the fullness of his eternal life.

First Presbyterian is hosting our “4Midland” service this evening. If you live anywhere in the Permian Basin, I invite you to join us at 6:30pm for singing with the combined choir, for the prayers and the readings, for confession and repentance, for receiving the ashes, and for clear-eyed assurance of the salvation we share together  in Jesus.

Peace,

Allan

All Hail the Jimster!

When I was the News and Sports Director at KHLB Radio in the ’90s, I made the 60-minute drive from Marble Falls to St. Edward’s University in Austin at least twice a week in the summers to cover the Dallas Cowboys training camps. The media parking lot was several hundred yards away from the main practice field, but as soon as I parked and opened the door to my truck, I could hear Jimmy.

Jimmy Johnson coached the Cowboys loudly. In your face. Hollering and yelling. Running back and forth between the offensive huddles and the defensive huddles during scrimmages. Exchanging forearm shivers with linemen and expletive-laced insults with the skill players. Banishing kickers to the “asthma field.” Getting down in the grass with running backs and DBs during quickness drills. Both encouraging and lambasting with equal opportunity and fervor. No nonsense. Active. Seemingly coaching every group all over two fields at the same time. Loudly. Standing on the sidelines at these practices, you always knew where Jimmy was and what he was saying. He was omnipresent.

There was never any doubt who was in charge of the Cowboys back then. And Jimmy Johnson was in charge of all of it. He took the Tom Landry – Tex Schramm Cowboys from a franchise-record six-year NFC Championship Game appearance drought to the first of back-to-back Super Bowl wins in just four seasons. They were Jimmy’s players, Jimmy’s coaches, Jimmy’s trades, Jimmy’s draft picks, and Jimmy’s rules.

Following his way-too-short Hall of Fame coaching career, Jimmy spent 31 football seasons on Fox’s NFL Pregame Show. It was obvious to everyone watching that the other Hall of Famers on the program like Bradshaw, Howie, and Strahan, admired and respected Jimmy for his football knowledge and achievements and also loved him for just being a good guy and a great friend. Jimmy has always been great fun to listen to, both from the sidelines at a Cowboys summer practice and from my living room couch on a Sunday afternoon.

The Jimster finally called it quits yesterday. He’s been hinting at retirement for a couple of years now and it became all but certain when Fox Sports rolled out that weird AI-generated video tribute to Johnson during the Super Bowl pre-game show last month. All NFL fans are going to miss him. We’re going to miss him a lot more than he’s going to miss us. Jimmy doesn’t need the spotlight or the schedule; he’s going to be just fine on his fishing boat in Florida. But Sundays  are going to be a little less fun now.

Everything changed for the Cowboys when Jerry Wayne forced Jimmy out after that second straight Super Bowl championship–I don’t need to document it here. Again. But I do recall how different it was on those practice fields at St. Ed’s. It was hard finding Barry Switzer. Where’s the head coach? Which group is he working with? Who is he coaching? Where is he? It would turn into a game sometimes on the sidelines at training camp. Someone would say, “Where’s Barry?” and it would take a good long time for any of us to locate him. Inevitably, someone would spot him, usually sitting in a golf cart signing autographs and taking pictures with young women. During practice.

All hail the Jimster. A wise and humorous, authoritative, and trust-worthy presence for more than 35-years. I wish him the very best.

Peace,

Allan

Groovy Gala 2025

Mike Houston’s wig and headband at GCR’s annual Groovy Gala last night was a shockingly hilarious surprise. But not nearly as funny as the way Mike walked around with that fake (I’m pretty sure) doobie between his fingers. Mike joined Kathy Futrell and Jerry and Lisa Pullen as the top winners in the costume contest in what has become one of my favorite yearly events at our church.

Our amazing youth group puts on a ’70s themed shindig for everyone in the congregation over the age of 60. The teenagers serve the dinner, they refill our drinks, and they sit with us and ask us questions about the music of our youth, first generation video games, and how much a gallon of gasoline cost when we got our drivers licenses. Of course, Carrie-Anne and I are a LONG way from 60, but we get invited every year on some kind of special preacher card. And we’re thrilled to do it. Carrie-Anne always buys the perfect accessory for her outfit like two months in advance and I always throw on the same “peace sign” T-shirt, while some of these cats merely go to the backs of their closets. And, yeah, I know one or two just wear whatever they wore to church that morning.

We were delighted last night to be hosted by Gabby and Finley at their table, along with Peggy Geer and Herman and Patty Kincaide. Peggy openly defied the rules of the trivia game and I’m not sure all of Herman’s stories about Army life from 1969-1971 were accurate, but we had a ton of fun. Singing the songs together with our GCR house band, Faces in the Crowd; learning and practicing disco dance moves to the Bee Gees and the Village People; remembering the great movies from the ’70s; and explaining to the young people what the numbers 33-1/3 and 45 mean in the middle of a vinyl record–it’s a blast! I was reluctant–no, completely opposed–to joining the folks on the floor for one particular dance. But what do you do when the kids are chanting your name?!?!

This youth group, man. They are something else. I love these young men and women and they love us and our church. They’re personally engaged with what God is doing in them and through them, they’re totally locked in with each other, and they are a critically important part of our congregation. They are demonstrating divine joy and sacrificial service, they are leading us in worship and  teaching us about unity, and they are showing us what it looks like to be changed by God to love like Jesus.

I am so thankful to belong to a church where the youth group WANTS to be a part of the larger congregation and where the congregation delights to encourage the youth group. It’s a mutual thing, a heavenly inter-generational thing. It’s much more rare than it should be. And I don’t ever take it for granted.

Peace,

Allan

Did Jesus Really Say?

Before the main topic of this post, I want to set a pin here to acknowledge Luka Doncic’s first game as a Laker against the Dallas Mavericks last night and lament one more time the indescribably horrible trade that sent the NBA’s most exciting player to L.A. Luka exchanged ear-to-ear grins and extravagant handshakes and hugs with his former Dallas teammates in the moments before the tip and directed at least a couple of hard glares toward the visitors’ bench after hitting a big three and an impossible reverse layup. Luka wound up with a triple-double, of course (19 pts, 15 rbs, 12 assists), and said after the game “I didn’t play great.”

And he’s right. It was a very average game for Luka. Which only emphasizes how truly great he is. Triple-doubles are a given for Luka, the ho-hum result of a merely pedestrian performance.

The most regrettable part of this whole thing is the unforgivable incompetence or inept apathy or both that led to probably the worst trade in professional sports history. It was revealed again last night that Luka never had any intention of leaving Dallas and was completely blown away by the trade. It was obvious last night that he is still in shock, he’s still in a daze. He’s still sad about it.

When asked by reporters last night if the win over the Mavericks can provide some closure for him so he can move on with his career and his life, Luka answered, “No, not really. Closure is going to take a while. This is not ideal. There are lots of emotions. But I’m just taking it little by little. Every day is a little better.”

Luka was 19 when the Mavs drafted him. He just turned 26. In the words of Kyrie Irving, he’s just an innocent kid, a mega-talented innocent kid who is not an American. He’s not from this culture, he’s not grown up with an understanding of these expectations. Sometimes he responded to things that came at him in ways that felt awkward or weird. But that’s on NIco and Kidd and the Mavs. It’s almost like they didn’t try at all. The spin they’re putting out about Luka’s lack of conditioning is a cop-out. Some of it may be true, but you don’t trade a generational talent because he likes an occasional cheeseburger. It’s not like Luka hasn’t made All-NBA five times, had an MVP season last year, and led Dallas to the NBA Finals.

He’s still just a kid. His best years are still ahead of him. This would be like trading Dirk Nowitzki after his sixth year, only worse, because Luka is galaxies ahead of where Dirk was at this stage.

I’ll agree with Dirk who says, “I’ll never be a Lakers fan; but I’ll always be a Luka fan.”

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Sometimes I post things here that I had intended to preach on Sunday, but didn’t because of time–things that wound up on the cutting room floor. Here’s a paragraph or two from our sermon Sunday about Peter’s betrayal of Jesus.

In the Garden of Gethsemane on that last night, Peter drew his sword to protect Jesus from the crowd of guards and soldiers who had come to arrest him. Peter struck one of the officials, cutting off his ear. Peter was going for the kill. He wasn’t aiming at Malchus’ ear. He’s not Mike Tyson. He was going for the guy’s throat, he was trying to cut off his head. But Malchus ducked and Peter cut off his ear. And Jesus said, “No. Put your sword away. Violence doesn’t fix anything; it only leads to more violence. If my Kingdom were of this world, then we’d fight. I’d call down twelve thousand angels and we’d wipe these guys out. But we don’t fight. We never use violence. I’m showing you a different way.”

I preached that. I left this next part out because of time. Here it is, directly from my manuscript.

Here’s a sidebar: It’s interesting to me how we’ll argue and debate and get red in the face about the literal details of creation and the literal details of the ark and the flood and we’ll insist on the literal facts about Jonah and the fish and we’ll parse and dissect every syllable of the Greek words in Paul’s letters, but we’re very quick to dismiss the literal words of our Lord Jesus. Jesus gives very direct commands about violence or money or refugees or forgiveness, and we’re like, “He didn’t really mean that literally.” When we do that, we sound just like the devil. “Did Jesus really say…?” We’ll twist Jesus’ words so he doesn’t really mean half of what he says. That’s another sermon. For another day. Probably a guest speaker.

I should have said it. I’m sorry I didn’t. I cut it because the sermon was running long and I didn’t want to distract from or take away from the main points of the lesson. I called it a sidebar when I wrote it, but it started to feel more like a rabbit trail on Friday and Saturday night. So I cut it. I should have said it.

Peace,

Allan

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