It is my increasing belief that we live in an increasingly self-centered world. The rise of Facebook, Instagram and other social media platforms has fueled a society that makes a “star” out of the common person. Personally, I have never taken a “selfie.” And, assuredly, I never will. I do not post my every movement on Facebook. No one is going to ask me to sit for an oil-painting.

There are statues and monuments all around us. Many of these, I suppose, are well-deserved. I, along with millions of others, have visited places like the Lincoln Memorial, Monument Avenue in Richmond, Virginia and the busts inside the U. S. Capitol. I admire the workmanship of the sculptor, and reflect on the life of the honoree. I have enjoyed, and will continue to enjoy seeing these great monuments.

Many of these statues represent, perhaps, our heroes. American heroes, world heroes, personal heroes. Heroes do heroic exploits. You might say that they were ordinary people who did extra-ordinary things.

In 2009, the greatest bluegrass band in all the land, Balsam Range, recorded a song entitled “Somewhere in Between”. The gist of the song is that most of us “fall” or live our lives, “in between”. We’re neither rich nor poor, we’re not famous or infamous. We don’t set the pace, or blindly follow. We’re just common, steady, ordinary, folks who mind their own business, work hard, and go home at night and get a good night’s sleep.

You might say that the world is chock full of UNSUNG HEROES.

In Exodus 17. Amalek, the nation of Esau’s grandson, has troubled Israel enough. It is time to act. Moses tells Joshua, “Choose men for us, and go out and fight Amalek. Tomorrow I will station myself on the top of the hill with the staff of God in my hand.”  

As Joshua did as he was instructed, Moses, along with Aaron and Hur go up to the top of the hill. Aaron is the brother of Moses. Details about Hur, however, cannot be found.

Verses 11-13 “So it came about that when Moses held his hand up, that Israel prevailed, and when he let his hand down, Amalek prevailed. But Moses’ hands were heavy. Then they took a stone and put it under him, and he sat on it; and Aaron and Hur supported his hands, one on one side and one on the other. Thus his hands were steady until the sun set. So Joshua overwhelmed Amalek and his people with the edge of the sword.”

Anyone vaguely familiar with the Old Testament knows of Moses. Moses is the kind of man they build statues of. Charlton Heston portrayed Moses rather well in the movie The Ten Commandments. 

But no one makes a movie featuring Aaron. And Hur? No chance. But without Aaron and Hur that day, I would argue, Israel is defeated and perhaps the whole tide of history is changed.

Moses is lifting the staff with hands outstretched towards the heavens. This staff is the same one God had told Moses to strike a rock with, which then produced water.  It is the staff that Moses used in the presence of Pharoah, a visible object that accompanied miracle after miracle. There was no magic in the staff. The staff did not procure or deliver miracles. It represents the power and authority of Almighty God Himself.   

Try holding an object in the air for an extended length of time. Moses simply could not hold the staff raised to the sky for hour after hour in his own strength. 

In both the movie and book Unbroken, Louis Zamperini was forced to hold a heavy wooden beam over his hand for 37 minutes. He describes his ability to do this without dropping it as “something inside of me, I don’t know what it was.”

When Moses dropped his hands, Israel was forced back, and Amalek began to prevail. He needed help, so Aaron and Hur, who had climbed the mountain perhaps just for this moment, stood on either side and held Moses’  hands and the staff, in the air, UNTIL THE SUN SET.

Exodus continues with the experiences of Moses and Aaron. Moses, perhaps most importantly, engages the presence of God and returns with the Ten Commandments. Aaron goes on the become the first High Priest of Israel.

But Hur? Hur fades into oblivion. There is only speculation about his life thenceforward. This was, it seems, his “one shining moment,” his “fifteen minutes” of fame.  Hur is truly an unsung hero.

But God our Father knows him. He knew him then. He knows him now.

There are at least three lessons for us here.

The first one is the posture of Moses (and of Aaron and Hur) before the Father. Moses has his hands lifted up. It is the posture of surrender. An acknowledgement of the presence of a superior who has authority, or power over you. As Moses (and Israel) “surrendered” to God, God supplied victory. As we “lift our hands” in surrender to our Father, I believe that we are also acknowledging our helplessness and His strength to overcome our enemies as well, and to give us victory in our daily lives.

Secondly, as Moses, Aaron and Hur stand together, they stand in unity. They are linked together in one purpose. Ecclesiastes 4:12 tells us “a cord of three strands is not easily broken.”  The Book of Acts is explicit in recording how powerful the disciples and the early church were as they were unified.

Psalm 133 describes the results of unity as being good and pleasant. It flows downward. I need not tell you what a blessing it is to experience unity in any relationship: marriage, friendships, co-workers. Unity brings victory.

Lastly, Aaron, Hur and Moses remained in their positions “until the sun set.” In other words, as long as it took. They saw it through until it was accomplished. Can we be this committed? Can we endure as long as it is necessary? They did not take a “break.” Can we finish the race and finish it strong?

I believe there are many unsung heroes among us. There are many fellow servants of our mighty King that never beat their own drum. They do not take selfies of their achievements. They do not post their accomplishments on Facebook. They do not write a daily autobiography. They seek neither fame nor attention.

They do not need to.

Quietly, faithfully, they walk daily with their Lord.  “And your Father who sees you in secret will repay you.” (Matthew 6.4) (In fact Matthew 6.1-18 should be required reading for this blog!)

Well, that is enough, for now.



Well, I’ll be Trumped!

Philippians 3.20-21  “For our citizenship is in heaven, from which also we eagerly wait for a Savior, the Lord Jesus Christ; who will transform the body of our humble state into conformity with the body of His glory, by the exertion of the power that He has even to subject all things to Himself.”  

Philippians 2.9-11 “Therefore God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of those who are in heaven, and on earth, and under the earth and that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of the Father.”

1 Peter 2.9 “But you are A Chosen Race, A Royal Priesthood, A Holy Nation, A People For God’s Own Possession, that you may proclaim the excellencies of Him who has called you out of darkness into His marvelous light.” 

It has been nearly a year since Donald Trump was inaugurated as the 45th President of the United States. It has been a tumultuous year indeed. It seems that the media has declared “war” on this President and there seems to be no end in sight. Maybe he deserves it, maybe not. But it seems unrelenting. In the age we live in, every one who desires to do so can create a blog, or a webcast, or a video. Fake news is created and believed just as easily as real news. Who can know the real truth?

All of us can.

As a Christian, it is incumbent on me to live Biblically. Psalm 19.14 expresses so beautifully the heart of the matter as it pertains to my heart. “May the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be pleasing (acceptable) to you, O Lord, my Rock and my Redeemer.” Can it be expressed any clearer than this?

Now I know that I often fail. Many times my words are inappropriate and hurtful. Many times my thoughts are careless and evil. But my goal, my desire, is to be perfect in my speech and thought-life. Why? Because the Holy God has come to dwell within me and now I am a member of His Holy Nation (see 1 Peter above).

I am called to live in holiness, and that includes thinking and speaking.

Being a “Bible-believing” Christian, it is also incumbent on me to “agree with God”. To my way of thinking, I do not have the right to pick and choose which parts of the Word I like and those I do not. Either it is inspired or it isn’t. And if it is, then I must embrace all of it.  When God says that my citizenship is in heaven, that means NOW. When God says that I have been transformed from the kingdom of darkness into His kingdom of Light, then I must believe it.

And when God says that He ordains governments and rulers, then I must believe it. Remember what Jesus said to Pilate? “You would have no authority over Me unless it had been given to you from above.” (John 19.11)  And Paul writes in Romans 13.1 “For there is no authority except from God, and those which exist are established by God.”    

So Donald Trump is the President of the country where God has placed me and graciously allowed me to live as long as I wear this earth-suit. Ultimately, it does not matter whether I voted for him or not. I have not always voted for the person who won, whether it be county commissioner or dogcatcher.

What does matter is this: Donald Trump (and the ruler of Korea, and Russia, and the governor of North Carolina) is in this position because God has established that it be so.

But my Lord Jesus is seated “far above ALL rule and ALL authority, and ALL power and ALL dominion, and EVERY NAME THAT IS NAMED, not only in this age, but also in the one to come! (Ephesians 1.21)

I care about our country. I care above the tax laws. I care about illegal immigrants. I care about terrorism. I care about war. I care enough to pray for good government. I care enough to pray for wisdom to be bestowed on our leaders.

But Jesus is my King. I belong to Him. I am but a “wayfaring stranger.” My allegiance is to my Father. Therefore I will not criticize, grumble, or complain (remember — the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart–).

Finally, I am challenged by Paul’s teaching in 1 Corinthians 10, 1-12. Here he is showing the Corinthians that the experiences of the Jews are to be an example for their own behavior.  Again, let me state, this is inspired Scripture, and if this is written for the Corinthians, then it is written for me.

First he says that the Jews had several experiences in common. They ALL “were under the cloud,” ALL passed through the sea,” All were baptized into Moses in the cloud and the sea,” All ate the same spiritual food,” ALL drank the same spiritual drink (Christ).

Then we have verse 5 – “Nevertheless, with most of them God was not well pleased; for they were laid low in the wilderness.”

And verse 6 – “Now these happened as examples for us, that we should not crave evil things as they also craved.”

And then Paul lists 4 specific sins committed by the Jews as they came out of bondage into the Promised Land.

  1.   do not be idolaters  – v. 7
  2.    nor let us act immorally  – v. 8  (note – 23,000 fell in 1 day!)
  3.    nor let us try the Lord – v. 9        (destroyed by serpents)
  4.    nor grumble  –   v. 10   (destroyed by the destroyer)

These things were written for our instruction (v. 11).

Let it be said that (by the absolute mercy and grace of God) I think I do a pretty good job of not committing the first 3. But number 4?

I resolve that I will pray for and bless the President of the United States, and all those set in authority over me. I resolve that I will not grumble.

And I further resolve that I will not forget that not only does Jesus trump Trump, Jesus trumps them all! No matter what happens, I will not be shaken, I will not be moved!

And that is enough said, for now.


Another summer has come and gone (well, it is nearly September 21).  Several holidays loom before us. July 4 is now history. Some of us actually took time away to “do” a vacation. Some of us could not.

I want to share about vacations. Vacations are a time to get away from the routine. Put “our feet up”. For many of us, these are “paid” vacations. Vacations we have earned.  And while we are away, as they say in England, on holiday, someone else can cover for us.

Well, I can take days off from work. But there are certain spheres of my life that I cannot take a vacation from. There has never been a day in the nearly 42 days of marriage to Gayle that I have not been her husband. I cannot take a day off from that. I’m not saying that there have not been days that I might have wished I could! In fact, I thought I heard Gayle, in her sleep the other night, mumbling something about “Lord, I wish I was a single girl again.” But I haven’t, she hasn’t, and we won’t.

We have 4 children – can’t take a day off from being a parent.

How about taking a day off from being a Christian? Ah yes. This attitude of “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” seems to have pervaded our culture. Really? So you left God at home for a few days? You said goodbye to Jesus and instructed Him to feed the dogs on your way out. And He is oblivious to what you did and where you went?

And I thought He was omnipotent, omniscient,  and omnipresent? Shame on me!

These words are from Colossians 1.16-17: For in Him all things were created, both in the heavens and on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or authorities – all things have been created through Him and for Him. And He is before all things, and in Him all things hold together.

I am here to tell you that I am glad that Jesus has never taken a day off! ALL THINGS HOLD TOGETHER IN HIM. What an incredible statement!

If Jesus blinked – if Jesus grew weary – if He decided to take a WELL-DESERVED day off – what would happen to the world? (And I will not yield to the temptation to discuss the implications of the fact that in Him are created rulers and authorities)

He holds all things together. Without Him daily – second by second – year after year – century after century – BINDING and MAINTAINING and CARING – we would cease to exist.

One of the greatest baseball players in history was Lou Gehrig of the New York Yankees. In his 17 year career, from 1923-1939, he was a 9-time All-Star, hit 493 home runs, won the Triple Crown in 1934, was twice the AL MVP and won 6 World Series championships.

But the greatest feat that Lou Gehrig is remembered for is playing in a 2130 consecutive games, a record that stood for 56 years until Cal Ripken Jr. broke it in 1995.

Thus the nickname, The Iron Horse.

At the end of his career, after being diagnosed with amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), doctors x-rayed his body. They discovered that he had broken every one of his fingers (some twice). Twice he had been knocked unconscious by pitches and played the next day. He played through sickness, pain, and bad weather.

When asked by a writer why  he kept playing, game after game, Lou Gehrig replied. “My team needed me.” “My team needed me!”

To be able to play hurt takes faithfulness, vision, determination, commitment, and sacrifice. It requires putting the needs of others above oneself.

My father, placing the needs of the family high, climbed telephone poles for nearly 35 years as a cable splicer. During that time, he missed work for sickness only 2 days. Reuben Woody worked hurt. He crippled his knees, abused his back, wrecked his fingers, but he kept meeting his family’s needs.

Jesus Christ knew how to play hurt. Isaiah 53 tells us that He was despised and forsaken of men. He was a man of sorrows, acquainted with grief, like one from whom men hide their faces. He was smitten, afflicted, and pierced through for our transgressions. He was crushed for our iniquities. He was scourged for our healing. The sin of us all – the multiplied billions of people who have ever lived – was placed on Him. He was led to slaughter and crucified like a common robber.

Our tendency is to think that Jesus had such clarity and resolve for His mission that He was immune to all the criticism, rejection and brutality. The Bible describes the birth of Christ as if it were all sterile and clean. But think about it. A barn. A feeding trough. In among the cows and horses. The dirt, the flies, the dung. There was the King of Kings born.

Throughout His life the Suffering Servant knew personally what he meant when He said “If the world hates you keep in mind that it hated Me first.” (John 15.18)

The stigma of an apparent illegitimate birth. The venom of religious leaders. The rejection from the very people He came to save. The abandonment and betrayal by his closest disciples. JESUS PLAYED HURT! For the glory set before Him, He endured the cross, despising its shame.

Perhaps the most remarkable words of Jesus flowed from His lips while in His greatest agony, “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do.”

From the manger to the cross, Jesus played hurt.

And so should we.

1 Peter 4.19 tells us “So then, those who suffer according to God’s will should commit themselves to the faithful Creator and continue to do good.” 

And again in Galatians 6.9, “Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we shall reap if we do not grow weary.”

And again in Hebrews 12.2-3, “Fix your eyes on Jesus, the author and perfector of our faith, Who, for the joy set before Him, endured the cross and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider Him Who has endured such hostility by sinners against Himself, so that you may not grow weary, and lose heart.”  And, I might add, “so that you may not quit playing!”

Jesus has never taken a day, nay, even a second off, and neither should we.

They say it rains on the just and the unjust. Songwriter Joe South put it this way: “I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden.”

In his song “Give Them All to Jesus,” Phil Johnson wrote this verse: “He never said you’d only see sunshine. He never said there’d be no rain. He only promised a heart full of singing about the very thinks that once brought pain.”

Gerald Crabb penned it this way: “He never promised that the cross would not get heavy and the hill would not be hard to climb. He never offered a victory without fighting, but He said help would always come in time. So remember when you’re standing in the valley of decision and the adversary says “Give in,” just hold on, our Lord will show up, and He will take you through the fire again.”

And finally we have this marvelous song by Scott Wesley Brown.

“There is no problem too big God cannot solve it. There is no mountain too tall He cannot move it. There is no storm too dark God cannot calm it. There is no sorrow too deep He cannot soothe it. If He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders, I know my brother that He will carry you. If He carried the weight of the world upon His shoulders, I know my sister that He will carry you.”

Are you in a storm? Does it seem like this mountain is one you have to climb? Is the adversary tempting you to give in? Does the pain seem too great to keep going?

Earth has no sorrow that Heaven can’t heal. Keep playing. Keep your eyes on Jesus. Play for your team. Your family needs you. The Body of Christ needs you.

Jesus never quit. He never gave up. He played hurt. And by the mighty grace of God, neither will we.

And that is enough said – for now.





Build a Throne and He Will Come

In 1989 the movie “Field of Dreams” was released, based on a novel by W.P. Kinsella entitled Shoeless Joe. Joe Jackson was one of the greatest baseball players of his era who was banned for allegedly taking a bribe to throw the 1919 World Series.

Kevin Costner plays Ray Kinsella, who lives with his wife and daughter on a large corn farm in Iowa.

One day Ray is admiring his corn crop when he hears a voice that says “build it and he will come.” He shakes it off, thinking he is hearing things. Of course he does not tell his wife which would only verify what she has thought all along – he is crazy!

But again and again, he hears the voice “build it and he will come.” But who?

By now he must convince his wife and after some heated “discussions” he convinces her that he must bulldoze several acres of prime land and build a baseball diamond – complete with bleachers and lights.

When the neighbors catch wind of this scheme, they talk behind his back and roll their eyes when they see him. The man has gone mad!

But Ray perseveres, convinced that if he can complete the field, Shoeless Joe, his hero, will indeed come. His neighbors, his friends, his family are all convinced that a season in the loony bin would do him some good.

This reminds me of Noah. We know from Genesis 5&6 that it was 100 years between the day Noah heard God command him to build the ark and the day it began to rain for 40 days. 100 years between the promise and the fulfillment! Countless numbers of scoffers, finger-pointers and doubters. But Noah remained faithful to what he knew.

So Ray completes his stadium and sits and waits. And sits and waits. By now the bank creditors are pooling around him. His marriage is unsteady. He grows discouraged. Maybe I am crazy, he thinks!

Then – one day – out of the cornfield appear a group of ballplayers, headed by Joe Jackson. But only Ray can see and hear them, and he counts only 8. The catcher is missing. Ray asks, “Where is the catcher?” Joe points to the cornfield. Ray is confused.

The players leave. And then Ray remembers his father. Ray’s dad had died when Ray was 14. They had not been close. In fact, there had often been angry words. But a deep, almost forgotten memory emerges that his dad had been, for a short time, a minor league baseball player. Ray realizes that it was NOT Shoeless Joe who must come, it was his father!

A frantic cross-country journey ensues to verify this memory. Finally Ray returns home, and one day, sure enough, the players return. This there is a catcher with them – Ray’s dad.

Sounds corny – right!

I was raised in a little Methodist Church in Moravian Falls, NC and I don’t know how I got this stupid idea, but there was this little altar area where the pastor preached from. Around this area was a wooden railing and a little raised area where you would kneel for communion. There was a big painting of Jesus in Gethsemane hanging on the wall behind this area.

Somehow in my little brain I got the notion that God lived behind this railing. I was NOT ABOUT TO go behind that railing. I did not know what might happen to me, but it was best if I never found out!

Well, when I was 7 or 8 they had a Christmas play and I was to be a shepherd. All this was to take place – you guessed it – behind the railing. I still remember being scared stiff the first time I stepped up there. Obviously, I lived through it!

When the police pull in behind you and follow you for a while, or you see the blue light behind you, do you get a bit queasy? Do you think God is like a big fly swatter just waiting to smash you the instant you make a mistake? Is he a strong-armed drill sergeant?

The kindergarten teacher told her class that it was time for art. “Today you can draw anything you want,” she told them. She walked around and came to one little girl who was working feverishly. “Rachel, what are you  drawing?”

“I am drawing a picture of God!” Rachel replied.

“But no one knows what God looks like,” said the teacher.

“They will in a minute,” said Rachel.

What image of God would you draw if you held the crayon?

All of us – all of us – are on a lifetime search for our Father. Some describe it as a piece of your heart that is missing. I believe that there is a built-in hunger – a longing in every human heart for the companionship – the security – the love – the presence of Father.

And I further believe that a right relationship with God the Father is worth ALL THE CORN IN IOWA. It is worth all the insults, all the snide remarks. It is worth being called “FOOL” because – if you build it, He will come. Build Jesus a throne, and He will come.

In 1 Samuel 16 we see King Saul haunted by an evil spirit. Verse 14 tells us that it terrorized him. The solution comes in verse 16: “Now command your servants to seek a man who is a skillful player on the harp and it shall come about that when the evil spirit is on you, then he shall play the harp and you will be well.”

So they located David and as David played, Saul was refreshed and the evil spirit departed.

What caused the evil spirit to depart? Praise and worship. What made the devil put his fingers in his ears and disappear? Praise and worship.

Build a throne and He will come. And when He comes, evil must disappear, because Light dispels darkness.

Psalm 45.6 and Hebrews 1.8 tells us that God inhabits a throne that will last forever.

Psalm 89.14 tells us that it is a throne whose foundations are righteousness and justice – from which issue truth and lovingkindness.

Hebrews 4.16 says “we should therefore draw near with confidence to the throne of grace, that we may receive mercy and grace in time of need.” 

Because of Jesus Christ, not only do we have access to this mighty throne, we know that He has placed us in Christ at His very own right hand, where we sit with Him! (Colossians, Revelation 21.1-5 and Revelation 22.1-5)

When we build a throne of worship, whether alone or in the company of other believers, Jesus delights to inhabit it. Remember Matthew 18.20: “For wherever 2 or 3 of you are gathered in My Name, I am in the midst of you.”  

And where Jesus is, evil must depart. HE INHABITS THE PRAISES OF HIS PEOPLE!

When I worship, I am building my King a throne. And as I worship Him, the “great exchange” occurs. He gives me beauty for ashes. The oil of joy for mourning. The garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. I am a tree of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He might be glorified. (Isaiah 61.3)

Where He is – is holy.

If we could only lay hold of this truth and never let it go. Build a throne of worship, and Jesus will come. And when He comes, restoration and reconciliation occur. When Ray finally saw his father on the “field of dreams”, the all but forgotten desire of his heart was healed – to be one with his father.

And so with us. No matter what image you may have had of God, when you praise Him and He is enthroned on your praises, you will know Him as He is – a loving, open-handed Father who more than anything wants to fellowship with you – eternally.

Lord Jesus, we enthrone You

We proclaim You our King

Standing here in the midst of us

We lift you up with our praise

And as we worship build Your throne

And as we worship build Your throne

And as we worship build Your throne

Come Lord Jesus, and take Your place!

And that is enough  – for now.




It seems natural that a person should reflect at length about a visit to Israel. After all, it is called THE HOLY LAND for a reason. Out of the million or more steps I took in Israel, surely at least some of them were in the actual footsteps of Jesus! Maybe the very spot on the Sea of Galilee was where He walked on water! But I have walked or stood where other historic figures have walked or stood (as I am certain many or most of you also have).

A visit to Israel, at least for a Christian, ought to be in a category that stands alone. Understanding the New Testament will never be the same – it has gone to a new level.

There are areas of Israel that are absolutely beautiful. Cultivated, generous farmland covers large areas in the north, especially the valley of Megiddo. But the majority of Israel is desert. If I say “Israel Rocks” you might understand what I mean.

While there, I saw and/or encountered people from at least 23 different countries that I could identify. Something brings them there. Or should I say, Someone. It isn’t really the beauty of the land, because I would not consider Israel a beautiful county.

People come to worship, honor and venerate Jesus Christ, Mary, and the early Biblical figures (such as the apostle Peter).

John 4.23-24: “An hour is coming and now is, when the true worshipers shall worship the Father in spirit and truth; for such people the Father seeks to be His worshippers. God is spirit; and those who worship Him must worship in spirit and truth.”

When I was a young boy, I admired my parents. I thought they could do no wrong. If someone said something negative about them, I stood up for them. Maybe some you engaged in the “My dad can do …… – well so what, MY dad can do ……” kind of bragging that kids sometimes do.

By golly, I was a democrat, and I was a Methodist! That’s what Woodys were! And if my dad had been loyal to – say Chevys – it would have not have stopped there!

But then I began to age a little and the wires in my brain began to connect in different ways and I began to see that my parents were not perfect. In fact, they had major flaws, particularly my dad. I learned what a democrat was. I learned what a Methodist was.

When my dad realized that I was pulling for Texas Western against Kentucky in the 1966 NCAA basketball championship game, he ordered me out of the house. (5 African-American starters for TW against the mighty blue bloods of UK) In 1972, I told him I was voting for Shirley Chisholm in the presidential primary. Once again, he forced me to leave his house (He was a George “by God” Wallace supporter). Forcing a 20 year old out!

I never became a democrat, nor a Methodist, although I did give both a try for a while.

I have been a Christian for nearly 44 years. I have fellowshipped with many different kinds of people, in many different kinds of groups, and in many different kinds of ways. And along the way I have come to some conclusions about worship.

I hope to share these in depth in a future blog, but for now I want to share about some things I saw in Israel.

Jesus said some very interesting things in these 2 short verses. First, it is obvious that if the “hour is coming and now is” then that “hour” has continued and will continue until the day of His return. It has been over 2000 years of being in the “now is”.

Secondly, Jesus says “true” worshippers will worship in a certain way. That way is in “spirit and truth.” It seems obvious to me that to worship in any other way is a false worship. He might have said, “false worshippers will not worship in spirit and truth.”

Thirdly, Jesus SEEKS those who would be true worshippers. How exciting!

4th, Jesus says that since God is Spirit, he MUST be worshipped in spirit and truth.

In Israel, one finds many locations that make certain claims about the events of the Bible. Huge glorious structures have been built and maintained for hundreds of years over some of these sites. I do not have the time to go into each one in detail, but I do want to focus on the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, in Jerusalem.

This “holy” site purports to be the actual site of Golgotha and the tomb of Jesus. This claim dates back to the 4th century. There is also a slab of stone called the “Stone of Anointing” where Jesus was supposedly laid while being wrapped before being laid in the tomb.

Nearby is an alternate site that “suggests’ that the crucifixion and burial of Jesus happened there. It is called the Garden of the Tomb, and since 1894 has been a place of pilgrimage as well.

While in these 2 places, I observed many different forms of worship and veneration from folks from the aforementioned countries and backgrounds.

Some were rubbing sheets and or cloths on the “Stone of Anointing,” kissing it and weeping on it. (Did I mention that this stone is made of Italian marble and has only been in this location since 1810?)  Many more kissed the spot of the rock where the cross is said to have been.

There were priests of some European group who were receiving kisses on their hands from followers, after which he would give them money.

Others were touching every painting in the area and making either the sign of the cross or a kind of “C” motion with their handkerchief.

In the Garden of the Tomb area, groups were gathered for worship. Many, like our group, celebrated communion together. There was much singing in various languages.

The point is this. There are millions of believers across this world. “Red and Yellow, Black, and White, They are precious in His sight.” Only the Father knows the heart of every man, woman, and child.

I believe that there is truth to be apprehended. Jesus Himself said that He was “the Truth.” There is truth expressed in the Bible. There must be something about truth that is meaningful and essential, or Jesus would not have said anything about worship in truth.

And the same can be said about worship in the spirit. One obvious meaning of this is that worshiping in the spirit is completely removed from a specific place or building.

So what does it mean, exactly, to worship in spirit and truth?

I do not doubt the hearts or well-meant intentions of anyone I saw in Israel worshiping Jesus. I was uncomfortable with some of it. I did not understand much of it. I would not do some of the things I saw (which would include. by the way, being “re-baptized” in the Jordan River just for — might I say — sentimental value?).

Paul writes in Romans 14.5 “One man regards one day above another, another regards every day alike. Let each man be fully convinced in his own mind.” 

And later he says, in verse 10, “Why do you judge your brother? For we shall all stand before the judgement seat of God,” and in verse 12, “Each one of us shall give an account of himself to God.”

Some of the things I have encountered along the way are modes of baptism, modes of communion, modes of worship, and the “correct” translation of the Bible. I could go on and on with the controversies that sometimes rage through the denominations.

It seems that what we have come to is this: “There is a way that seems right to a man.” (Proverbs 14.12)

Each of us must be fully convinced. I must be ready to stand in accountability before my Father. And until I am absolutely convinced that I have all the truth, and I perfectly worship in the spirit, I will not judge anyone’s heart. Where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty! Thank God!

And that is one thing that was reinforced to me in Israel.

And that is enough said. For now.



From the Sea of Galilee


As some of you know, Gayle and I recently went to Israel for 10 days. The first 4 days we hiked The Jesus Trail, a 45 mile journey from Nazareth to Capernaum. The next few days we were tourists.

During the trip, some of our group of 9 gave a “faith lesson” at various locations. Gayle presented one at Capernaum. Dolphus Brown gave one at the Garden of Gethsemane. My faith lesson was on the Sea of Galilee, in a boat called the “Faith Boat.”

After fielding several requests (from family members!) to hear the lesson, I am going to try and reproduce it here. Some of this you may be familiar with.

After Elijah’s test on Mt. Carmel, where God demonstrated His power over the prophets of Baal and Asherah by burning the water soaked sacrifice, Jezebel determines to kill Elijah. As Elijah is hiding in a cave, God tells him to locate and anoint Elisha as his successor. Elisha responds to the calling, and joins Elijah.

For nearly 10 years, Elijah and Elisha minister together. Elisha sees everything that a prophet’s life entails: the power of God, ridicule, threats, dependence on God for daily sustenance.

In 2 Kings 2, Elijah is nearing the end of his life. Some say this chapter is an account of the very last day. At any rate, Elijah and Elisha are together in Gilgal. Elijah says to Elisha, “Stay here please, for the Lord has sent me as far as Bethel.” But Elisha said, “As the Lord lives and as you yourself live, I will not leave you.” So they went down to Bethel.    

After arriving in Bethel, Elijah again says to Elisha, “Stay here, the Lord has sent me to Jericho.” Once again Elisha refuses to stay.

At Jericho,  Elijah – for the third time – gives Elijah a chance to stay behind. “Stay here, for the Lord has sent me to the Jordan.” And for the third time, Elisha replies, “As the Lord lives, and as you live, I will not leave you.”   

There is an old Negro spiritual entitled “Deep River.”  In it there is a line that says “I want to cross over Jordan.” Jordan is a symbol for the end of life. Crossing over Jordan is crossing over into the next life, into Paradise.

It was at the Jordan that Elijah would be taken up into heaven.

Three times Elijah gives Elisha the opportunity to “stay here.” 10 years prior to this, Elisha responded to God’s call – to succeed Elijah – to take on the mantle of prophet. But now Elijah is giving Elisha the chance to quit. He is saying to Elisha, “You have been called to this ministry, but if you want to step aside and do something else with your life, you can. It is okay.”

Each of us began our journey with Jesus at “point A.” That would be the day we recognized our inability to save ourselves and received Jesus as our personal Savior. “Point B” is the end of that journey – the Jordan. Each of us as His son or daughter has been called to complete this journey.

There are other segments of our lives within this greater journey. For some of us, there is marriage. Point A is the day we vowed “to death do us part.” Point B, obviously, is the death of either partner.

God has called various people to different things – different jobs, different responsibilities. I believe that it is God’s intention that we fulfill His calling – or callings – on our lives. To go from Gilgal to Jordan.

But all along the way, we have the opportunity to exit the highway. It is as if God is saying, “You can stop here and make this rest area your home. You will still live eternally with Me.”

There are countless brothers and sisters who have started in Gilgal intending to make it to the Jordan, but have stopped in Bethel or Jericho. Even the prodigal son was still a son.

Would that all of us had the level of commitment that Elisha had! He knew what kind of life was ahead of him, yet he was determined to fulfill his calling. “As the Lord lives!” 

Some of us have traveled this road with Christ for many a year now. We have much invested. There is, in the words of Dottie Rambo, “too much to gain to lose.” We are closer to the finish line than when we started. We have seen more sunsets go over the mountain than we have yet to see. May we be resolute to reach Jordan.

The second major aspect of this chapter has to do with Elisha’s request of Elijah. Elisha asked for a “double portion of Elijah’s spirit.” Elijah replied that it is a difficult thing to ask, but said to Elisha, “if you see me when I am taken from you, it shall be so for you.” (2 Kings 2.10)

No one, not even Elijah, knew the exact moment that God would take him to heaven. You see, Elisha could have had his eyes fixed on Elijah for 99.99% of the time and STILL MISSED seeing Elijah at the precise moment of his reward.

Israel is a rocky place. Elijah could have stumbled at the wrong moment, forcing him to look away. Perhaps a gnat was in his eyes. Maybe he needed a drink of water.

The point is this. 99.99% OF THE TIME MAY NOT HAVE BEEN ENOUGH! Our eyes must be fixed on Jesus 100% of the time, or we may be in danger of missing Him, especially in the hour that we live. There are so many voices, so many goats in sheep’s clothing. But Jesus said My sheep know My voice (John 10.27). How crucial it will be that we know His voice in the days to come.

And now, Peter on the Sea of Galilee.

In Matthew 14 we find the story of Jesus and Peter walking on the water of the Sea of Galilee. Jesus told the disciples to “go ahead of Him to the other side.” 

Point A to Point B. You get in the boat here – you arrive in Gennesaret. It was the will of Jesus that they reach the other side. But a storm arose and battered the boat. Sometime after 3:00 AM, after Jesus had allowed His disciples to battle the storm, He comes walking on the water towards them.

Yes, sometimes we must battle storms. But He promised that we would reach the other side.

The disciples think it is a ghost. No one walks on water! Peter says, “Lord if it is You, command me to come to You on the water.”  

Jesus says, “Come.” And Peter becomes the only person that I know of who walked on water. Say what you will about Peter. Say that he was impulsive. Say that he denied Jesus 3 times. No one else stepped out of the boat. No one else.

With his eyes fixed on Jesus, Peter walks on water for a few steps. Then, he allows his attention to leave Jesus and thinks about his situation – the wind – the water. His prayer is simple and short, “Lord save me!” If he had prayed anything longer he would have been several feet under.

Like Elisha, Peter needed to fix his eyes on Jesus. The moment doubt set in, he began to sink. If only we could fix our eyes on Jesus. Fix – once and for all. Never turning away. Never doubting. And like Elisha, Peter had a calling as well. He could have turned aside, and some might argue that he tried to turn aside. But we know the end of Peter’s story. And, I believe that entered that place in life where his eyes were indeed fixed on his Savior and Lord. He finished his race at Jordan.

“Turn your eyes upon Jesus – Look full in His wonderful face – And the things of earth will grow strangely dim – In the light of His glory and grace.”

These are more than just words. This is truth.

And that is enough said. For now.


Mark 13.33-37  “Take heed, keep on the alert; for you do not know when the appointed time is. It is like a man, away on a journey, who upon leaving his house and putting his slaves in charge, assigning to each one his task, also commanded the doorkeeper to stay on the alert. Therefore, be on the alert, for you do not know when the master of the house is coming, whether in the evening, at midnight, at cock crowing, or in the morning – lest he come and find you asleep.”    

A sobering passage, if there ever was one.

There are certain events in life that most Americans have in common (many others experience these too in other countries). These “special days” occur in an age-related pattern. They are “strategic days.” Mark uses the word translated in the New American Standard in 6.21 as “strategic.” It has also been translated as “opportune,” or “convenient.”

These are days that we can anticipate. Days we can plan for. Days we either look forward too or are anxious about.

Let’s start with your 13th birthday. On that day we step across the line toward adulthood. We are TEENAGERS! We are not children anymore! It is an often greatly anticipated day.

Your 16th birthday. For me, a highly anticipated day. It meant I could get my driver’s license. A greater measure of freedom and independence.

Your 18th birthday. You are legal. For me, there were a number of things I could legally do which I will not mention! I could vote.

Close to your 18th birthday is your high school graduation day. Another giant leap into adulthood.

For many people, we fall in love and plan a wedding. A big day indeed.

All of these days hold promise, and hope. They are cause for euphoria.

There could be other “strategic” days that are not looked forward to as much. In my era, there was the specter of the Vietnam War. Being drafted. Scared of reporting to duty. Maybe you have had the experience of knowing beforehand the date of a scheduled operation or other times that bring back bad memories.

So not every “strategic” day is one to anticipate with excitement.

So either excitement builds, or worry. The point is this: there are days in our lives that we mark on the calendar in ink and await their arrival, if we live to see them.

Our Bible is full of the experiences of men and women who seemed to be minding their own business when out of the blue, it seems, God invaded their time and space.

Exodus 3.1-12 tells us that Moses was busy pasturing the flock of Jethro when, out of the blue, the angel of the Lord appeared to him in a blazing fire from the midst of a burning bush. Do you think Moses anticipated this? Moses became the vessel through whom God delivered all of Israel from 400 years of slavery.

In Judges 6 we see Gideon, busy threshing wheat in a wine-press to save it from the Midianites when suddenly the angel of the Lord appears to him and calls him a “valiant warrior.” Gideon is used by God to defeat Midian.

1 Samuel 3 relates the call of Samuel. It is similar to Moses and Gideon. Samuel is busy at his work. God speaks to him.

David was tending his father’s sheep when God sent Samuel to anoint him (1 Samuel 16).

Elisha was plowing with 12 pairs of oxen when Elijah located him and threw his mantle over him, signifying the call of God on his life (1 Kings 19.19).

Out of the blue, the angel Gabriel was dispatched from the Father to Nazareth, finding Mary, walking out her engagement period with Joseph. (Luke 1).

Out of the blue, shepherds were keeping their flocks, when an angel of the Lord appeared to them with the announcement that a Savior had been born. (Luke 2)

Out of the blue, as Simon and Andrew were casting their fishing nets into the sea, Jesus appeared to them and called them to “follow Me”. (Mark 1.16)

Out of the blue, as Saul (Paul) was on his way to Damascus with his posse to round-up “any belonging to the Way” – as he was breathing threats and murder against the disciples of the Lord  – “a light from heaven flashed around him” and he fell to the ground. It was that moment – out of the blue – that Jesus spoke to him and changed Saul’s life. (Acts 9)

I could go on and on, but the pattern seems clear. In each of these situations, the individuals were doing nothing special, nothing extraordinary. They were simply living. They were simply going about their normal everyday activities. These were not days they could have anticipated. They had not made any special plans. These were not days marked on calendars.

But these “out of the blue” days were certainly strategic. From this point forward, nothing would ever be the same, for the living God had invaded their time and space.

It should be obvious what this says to us.

Like most of you, I want to walk with my Lord in close, personal, intimate fellowship at all times. Like most of you, I desire God to touch my life – to intervene – in dramatic ways. I want my Lord to touch me and use me in miraculous fashion. And He has at times. Maybe not in the unique ways described above. I have never heard the audible voice of the Lord. I have never seen an angel like Moses and Gideon and Mary did.

But God has “spoken” to me. I sense His presence through Holy Spirit. I know that He has directed my paths in so many ways. He has indeed blessed me in ways beyond measure.

It is given to humans to only have one 13th birthday. Only one 16th birthday. Only one day when we turn 21. Those special days, and others like them are few and far between.

There was but one day when I gave my life to Christ. There was but one day when I was baptized in water. There was but one moment when I was baptized in the Holy Spirit. I have had only one wedding day. I have had 4 days when I experienced the birth of our children.

The bulk of my days are more alike than different. The days – the years we spend at work. Don’t they kind of seem the same in most ways? Routine. Common. Ordinary.

I must report that I am as guilty as anyone and perhaps more so for allowing my attitude about this life I have been given to be one of taking it all for granted. How often I have just made it through until the weekend, and dreaded the thought of Monday coming and starting over again.

We talk about Wednesday – hump day. We talk about TGIF. Then we drag ourselves into work on Monday.

I have been recently challenged by a brother in Christ who has publicly stated that he hates meetings. He has to go to a 2-hour meeting every Wednesday, and he has to drive over an hour to get there. He is a brother who has walked faithfully with God for over 40 years, and pastored for several of those.

He told me that a few weeks ago he was driving to one of these meetings, brooding over the “time wasted”, when the scripture song “This is the day, this is the day that the Lord has made, that the Lord has made. I will rejoice, I will rejoice and be glad in it” (Psalm 118.24) came to him.

He became convicted over his attitude. He pulled the car over, weeping, and asked forgiveness for his attitude. He realized that the only person wasting precious time was him.

God has made today. It is the only today I have. I may not have a tomorrow. I must rejoice in today.

John Denver wrote a superb song that I have often thought about. In fact, it is called “Today”.

Today while the blossoms still cling to the vine

I’ll taste your strawberries, I drink your sweet wine

A million tomorrows will have pass away

Ere I forget all the joy that is mine – today.

Like Moses, Gideon, Elisha, David, Mary, Simon, Andrew, and a host of others, I need to redeem my time. Their faithfulness put them in a position to receive.

I need to be faithful to wherever I am today. Faithful to whatever I am doing today. Faithful to work AS UNTO THE LORD. “Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, giving thanks through Him to God the Father.” (Colossians 3.17)

Living before an audience of one.

We do not know when our next “out of the blue” moment might come. Any day now.

Well, enough said. For now.


The last time I checked, the Rolling Stones were still rolling, though looking a bit jagged. (HAHA) But this article is not about those stones. This is about THE STONE – the one that covered the tomb of Jesus. And it is also about THE STONE that once covered (or in some cases, still covers) our hearts.

Inside the tomb lay the body of Jesus Christ, from late Friday until early Sunday. But, as we know, the tomb could not contain Him. He knew His way out. By the power of God within Him, He arose from death, escaped the tomb, and fulfilled the will of Father. Then He appeared to many, and especially to His disciples and the others gathered in the upper room in Jerusalem. There, in a blaze of fire, He rolled their stones away.

And so, in Christ Jesus we have the great exchange. Beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness. His righteousness for my sin and shame. His agony for my acceptance. His blood shed for me. In Him I have life, and it is abundant life. In Him, I live eternally in the presence of the Father.

What once separated me from God is now separated from me. He has redeemed me, once and for all.

This is the message of the cross AND of the stone.

You see, the stone represents the barrier between a holy God and sinful mankind.

Behind the stone – trapped – entombed – imprisoned, lies my dead spirit. Now I may not even know that it is dead. I have physical life. I move, I breathe. But apart from Christ, I am not just spiritually barren, I am spiritually dead. Behind the stone lies a spirit of decay, a rotting and rotten mass. No matter how extravagant the spices, no matter how tightly wound the linen cloths, it is still embalmed death.

“The heart of man is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked.” Jeremiah 17.9 Romans 7.18 informs us of this truth: “For I know that there dwells in me nothing good, that is, in my sinful nature.” 

It is indeed a sinful nature. We have Adam and Eve to thank for that. We have inherited it from them, due to their disastrous choice. And there is no cure for this nature, apart from the sacrificial death and resurrection of Jesus. He has set us free from this nature. In Him we are new creations. This priceless fact is so beautifully expressed by Paul in 2 Corinthians 5.17, “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation, the old has passed away, the new has come!”

When the stone of our hearts is rolled away at conversion, we become new people. We are NOT a renewed version of the old! ALL of the old is gone – bad and good! I now have, as it were,  a new genetic code. I am set free from the bondage of sin and death. The chains are gone. The death mask removed.

Just as Jesus arose a victor from the “dark domain”, so have I! And just as Jesus lives forever with His saints to reign, so shall I!

So now what? After my stone is rolled away, how then should I live? I step out of my tomb, I step into the world – a world that should hold no attraction for me. I world in which I am just a pilgrim – a wayfaring stranger. It is not my home.

Yet God has determined that I “camp” here for an undetermined length of time. God has determined that I live in relationship to this world and to its people. God has determined that I work with my hands, that I live within a family, and that I do all this for the glory of His name.

Having my stone rolled away is just the beginning. It is an awesome beginning, an amazing beginning, but it is just a beginning.

Our Bible is chock full of “how-to.” And every word – every line – every precept is important. Colossians 2.6-7 sums it up this way, “Therefore, as you have received Christ Jesus the Lord, so walk in Him, rooted and built up in Him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.”    

How did I receive Him? Can I recall the moving of my stone? I received Him by grace through faith. He at once became my Savior. He baptized me in the Holy Spirit. And even though I still often stumble and sin, He is indeed my Lord. And I am so thankful.

I was once dead in my trespasses, entombed in my own wickedness. But now I serve a risen Savior. And it is in the absolute way of Christ that I commit myself to follow. I’ve come too far. I am more convinced than ever. No turning back.

However, I, like many of my brethren, have entombed many things. I have swept many of God’s blessings under the rug. I have thrown many of God’s gifts to me into closet and shut the door. I have let His calling on my life lay out in the rain to rust at times.

Like Lazurus, the gifts of my Lord lay inside, decaying. Jesus is saying in this hour, PHILLIP – COME FORTH! Brother – come forth! Sister – come forth! DO NOT NEGLECT SO GREAT A SALVATION! CEASE FROM YOUR SLUMBER! ARISE!

The new wine of Jesus was never meant to be bottled and kept to ourselves.

On September 29, 2017, I will celebrate my 44th birthday in Christ. What a journey it has been. As that day approaches, what I want more than anything is to rediscover the “joy of my salvation.” The exhilaration of that newly found freedom. The purity of thankfulness. The uncomplicated knowledge of having a “clean heart.”

I want to rediscover my stone being rolled away.

Well, enough said. For now.


First, 3 definitions.

Mickey – a drink, usually alcoholic, to which a drug has been secretly added, that renders the unsuspecting drinker helpless.

Mantle – A. a loose cloak or shawl   B. an important role or responsibility passed from one person to another

Mickey Mantle – New York Yankees outfielder; 3-time American League Most Valuable Player; Baseball Hall of Famer; greatest switch-hitter of all time.

Elijah. The name means “The Lord is my God.” Elijah enters Biblical history in about the year 875 BC, when he begins to confront King Ahab. Not since the days of Moses had Israel seen a man of God who did what Elijah did. Anointed by the power of God, by the word of Elijah a drought began which lasted 3 1/2 years. At Elijah’s word, that drought came to an end. At Elijah’s word, the widow of Zarephath found her jar of flour and jug of oil miraculously filled every day for those 3 1/2 years. It was the power of God, through the word of Elijah that raised her son from the dead.

It was Elijah, at the height of his ministry, who stood alone against the 850 prophets of Baal and Asherah and declared before Israel, “How long will you waver between two opinions? If Baal is God follow him! If the Lord Yahweh is God, follow Him!

In this hour the Lord is saying to us – how long will we waver between two opinions? How long will we dance between two partners?

You know what happened. 1 Kings 18 tells us that the Baal prophets and Elijah each prepared  a bull for sacrifice. Each bull was cut into pieces and placed on a stack of dry wood. For 8 hours or so the Baal prophets called upon their god to send fire from above to consume the bull. Nothing happened.

Then it was Elijah’s turn. He ordered that his sacrifice be drenched with water – three times, and a trench dug to catch the overflow. Then he prayed. God – the living God – the only wise God – answered. Fire fell from above and consumed the bull.

The on-lookers fell to the ground and began to worship. They cried, “The Lord is God!”

So great was the ministry of Elijah that the Father chose him and Moses to return to earth some 900 years later for a few minutes. The place was the Mount of Transfiguration. Of all the mighty saints who have go one before us, it was Moses and Elijah that the Father chose.

But even the greatest prophet who ever lived had his moments of self-doubt and fear. After the triumph at Mt. Carmel, Elijah is running for his life. Jezebel has put a bounty on his life. Elijah hides in a cave. It is there that God speaks to him, reassuring him, and informing him that he should prepare a successor.

In 1 Kings 19, God leads Elijah to Elisha (God is my salvation). He chooses Elisha by throwing his mantle over Elisha. For 10 years, they minister together.

2 Kings 2 gives us the story of the death of Elijah. It is necessary to present the entire story here as a point of reference.

“When the Lord was about to take Elijah up to heaven in a whirlwind, Elijah and Elisha were on their way from Gilgal. Elijah said to Elisha, “Stay here, the Lord has sent me to Bethel.” But Elisha said, “As surely as the Lord lives and as you live, I will not leave you.” So they went down to Bethel. The company of prophets at Bethel came out to Elisha and asked, “Do you know that the Lord is going to take your master from you today?” “Yes, I know, ” Elisha replied, “but do not speak of it.” Then Elijah said to him, “Stay here, Elisha, the Lord has sent me to Jericho.”   

The company of prophets at Jericho went up to Elisha and asked him, “Do you know that the Lord is going to take your master from you today?” “Yes, I know,” he replied, “but do not speak of it.” Then Elijah said to him, “Stay here, the Lord has sent me to the Jordan.” And he replied, “As surely as the Lord lives and as I live, I will not leave you.” So the two of them walked on.

Fifty men of the company of prophets went and stood at a distance, facing the place where Elijah and Elisha had stopped at the Jordan. Elijah took his cloak, rolled it up, and struck the water with it. The water divided to the right and the left, and the two of them crossed over on dry ground. When they had crossed, Elijah said to Elisha, “Tell me, what can I do for you before I am taken from you?”

“Let me inherit a double portion of your spirit,” Elisha replied.

“You have asked a difficult thing, ” Elijah said, “yet if you see me when I am taken from you, it will be yours – otherwise not.”

As they were walking along and talking together, suddenly  a chariot of fire and horses of fire appeared and separated the two of them, and Elijah went up to heaven in a whirlwind. Elisha saw this and cried out, “My father! My father! The chariots and horsemen of Israel!” And Elisha saw him no more. Then he tore his clothes.

He picked up the cloak that had fallen from Elijah and went back and stood on the bank of the Jordan. Then he took the cloak and struck the water with it. “Where now is the Lord, the God of Elijah?” he asked. When he struck the water, it divided to the right and to the left, and he crossed over.    

Three times Elijah gives Elisha the opportunity to stop, to quit the ministry. But Elisha refuses. He knew that God had given him a call, a purpose – that God Himself had set him apart. Elisha knows what might befall him. He is aware of the persecution, the ridicule, the very real possibility that his life could be at stake. But Elisha has seen something beyond. He has determined that he will not settle for less than the fullness of God’s calling for his life. He will go all the way to Jordan – the symbol for the end of life – obedient to his Lord.

God gives us the chance to stop along the way. “I’m born again! I believe Jesus died for my sins! That’s enough! I am going to heaven! I don’t need to pray! I don’t need fellowship! I don’t have to witness! Jesus loves me anyway! I’m saved, I don’t have to do any more!”

Jesus could have stopped in Gethsemane. He said, “Father, if it is possible, let this cup pass from Me.” It seems to me that the human side of Jesus was asking – not seeking – if there was some way besides Calvary. Perhaps Jesus could have refused to go on. But there was no other way. Jesus had to go all the way – as it were, from Gilgal to Jordan.

Have we stopped short in some way in this hour? Have we gotten off the highway, and made a rest area our home?

If Elisha is going to receive the blessing – the “double portion” – he must keep his eye on Elijah and see him as he is taken away.

Are our eyes fixed on Jesus? It is not enough to see Him 99.9 % of the time. The moment we look away – it is that moment when we miss the blessing. If Elisha had allowed distraction for just a moment to enter in, he would have missed the blessing. We never know when Holy Spirit might nudge us, when Jesus might take us in some direction, when He might speak to us. I DO NOT WANT TO MISS HIM! I WANT TO BE IN TOUCH WITH MY LORD EVEN IF IT IS BUT THE HEM OF HIS GARMENT!

Elisha picks up the mantle. It is frayed. It has been well-used. But it’s colors are still vibrant. He realizes that if he is going to carry on the ministry of Elijah, then he must cross back over the river. So he raises the mantle and strikes the water. “WHERE IS THE LORD, THE GOD OF ELIJAH?”

In 1976, I took a job teaching shop skills to special education students at Almond School in Swain County, NC. In the spring, our students attended a field day event at the local high school, kind of like a Special Olympics. During the activities, one of my students, Myrtha, had an epileptic seizure. It was not her first.

I was near her when she fell. I knew a little about first aid so I knelt down and turned her head so she would not swallow her tongue. At that moment, I sensed a strong impulse to pray for her. After all, I serve a mighty God. God loved Myrtha. God wanted to heal her.

As I gave this impulse some thought, I looked up. By this time several other students and a couple of teachers were around us. Doubt crept in. Fear. What if I pray and nothing happens? What is everyone going to think – of me and of God?

So – like so many, many other times in my life, I choked back the impulse. I did pray for her silently (is that worth any credit to me? NO)

I have failed so many times.

Years pass, about 900 of them. Jesus is born. On the day John baptizes Jesus in water, a voice comes out of the sky, “You are My beloved Son. In You I am well-pleased.” And Holy Spirit descends on Jesus (Luke 3.22) Jesus is launched into the ministry of healing the sick, delivering the oppressed, setting the captives free, raising the dead, performing miracle after miracle, and reconciling the world to Himself.

Jesus assembles a band of 12 men. For 3 years He invests Himself in them, and though one would betray Him, He prepares them to continue the work of the Kingdom after He is gone. EVEN BEFORE the outpouring of Holy Spirit in Acts 2, Jesus sends them out (including Judas) to cast out demons and heal the sick. (Luke 10)

Jesus said, “And these signs will accompany them that believe. In My Name they will cast out demons, they will speak with new tongues, they will lay their hands on the sick and they will recover.” (Mark 16.17-18)

Jesus said, “Truly I say to you, he who believes in Me, the works that I do shall you do also and greater works than these shall you do because I go to My Father.” (John 14.12)

Jesus said, “When the Helper comes, Whom I shall send to you, He will bear witness of Me, and you will bear witness of Me also.” (John 15.26-27)

Jesus said, “But you shall receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you, and you shall be my witnesses to the ends of the earth.” (Acts 1.8)

On the day of Pentecost, in Acts 2, the 11 disciples and 109 others are gathered. Holy Spirit falls – on them all. NOT JUST ON THE DISCIPLES! The mantle falls on them all. Immediately they leave the upper room. THEY COULD HAVE STAYED THERE. This could have been there Gilgal.

But the Spirit impelled them outward, into the street. Peter, using the mantle of anointing, preaches boldly and 3000 are added to the believers.

Peter and John encounter a lame man at the gate called Beautiful. They swing the mantle. “Silver and gold have I none. But such as I have I give you. In the name of Jesus Christ of Nazareth, rise and walk.” And we could follow the trail of miracles through the book.

Brethren, this mantle is no mickey! It is not a drug to render us helpless. It is not a mantle to be placed in a glass case and put on the shelf to be admired like some souvenir. It is not a neck warmer!

It is a real anointing. Just as Elijah passed the anointing on to Elisha – just as Jesus sent Holy Spirit to anoint the disciples – now this anointing – this mantle is in our hands.

God has set an anointing in each of us to be His disciples. He has called each of us to go into the world. He has called each of us to SWING THE MANTLE!

There is a risk involved in swinging the mantle. But we must understand that it is not by might, nor by our power, but by the mighty Spirit of our God – Who delights in setting the captives free – Who desires the deliver the oppressed!

When we are willing to boldly pray – to boldly speak the Word of Truth – boldly respond to Holy Spirit within us – to every situation – every tribe – every nation – THE GOD OF ELIJAH, WHO IS OUR LORD JESUS – will show up.

How many times I have disappointed Holy Spirit. How many times I have quenched the Spirit. How many times I have been ashamed of myself for my failures.

But God forgives. And He wants to set us free from condemnation. Allow the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb to wash us thoroughly. Just as He forgave Peter for his monumental denial, and restored him to ministry, He will forgive and restore us.

And yes, let us determine that we will hear and obey the voice of the Spirit, and use the anointing in this hour when our world is in desperate need of our wonder-working Savior.

Certainly that is enough – for now!



I remember it like it was yesterday. April 4, 1983. N. C. State is playing Houston for the NCAA division I basketball championship. I was at home in Cullowhee watching the game with Patrick Rogers – not only my brother-in-Christ, but my friend.

I have been a Wolfpack fan since I was 10 years old. I can name players like Larry Lakins and Eddie Biedenbach. You might say I am a big Wolfpack fan. Patrick, on the other hand, is a HUGE Carolina fan. You can put him right up there with just about any HUGE Carolina fan.

But on this night, it was the Wolfpack’s turn to howl as they completed the most improbable string of victories by stunning Houston, 54-52. As Lorenzo Charles dunked the errant shot of Dereck Whittenburg at the buzzer, Patrick, the HUGE Carolina fan, shot out of his seat as if he had been struck by lightning. And I, the big Wolfpack fan, just sat there. I may have cried out something like, “wow.” I think my heart jumped a bit.

Here we are in another March Madness. Millions of people are face-painting their school colors on their faces as they fill out their brackets. Passions run deep in March every year. So it seems the time is right to share my version of “March Madness.”

I have had a fascination with sports ever since I can remember. When my teacher asked me if I could name the 4 seasons, I said sure, “baseball, basketball, football, hockey.” I could count to 11 by NASCAR drivers (plus 22 – Fireball, 24 – Fred, 43, – Richard).

I played Little League and 3 sports in High School. I’ve played over 1000 slow-pitch softball games (even at the age of 61). I’ve watched tens of thousands of games. I’ve traveled to 18 cities to see professional sports. I’ve coached 4 sports at the middle school and high school level. I’ve worked at Western Carolina University basketball and football games for 27 years.

All 4 of my children played high school and college sports. Gayle and I have traveled 1000’s of miles across the country to see them play.

So you might say I have a passion for sports!

Jesus was a man of great passion. Everything He did was with the utmost passion. He prayed with passion. He taught with passion. He sought to accomplish His Father’s will with an all consuming passion. At the cross, He bled, suffered and died with passion.

So great was the passion of the Christ, and so perfectly did He fulfill every purpose of His Father, that God “raised Him from the dead and seated Him at His right hand in the heavenly realms.” (Ephesians 1.20)

Mark reaffirms this in chapter 16, verse 19: “After the Lord had spoken to them. He was taken up into heaven and He sat at the right hand of God.”

This fulfills the prophesy of David in Psalm 110.1-2: “The Lord says to my Lord: “Sit at my right hand until I make your enemies a footstool for Your feet.” 

Jesus Christ is seated at God’s right hand – the seat of honor and respect – because His work of redemption is finished, and we are seated in Him, and with Him there as well!

Some of you may remember the show “Happy Days.” Although I am certainly not in the same ballpark of “cool” as Arthur Fonzarelli, I am from the Fonzarelli “School of Emotional Control.” I am a modern day stoic when it comes to concealing ones emotions.

My principal at Scotts Creek Elementary where I taught for 19 years would always tell the students to use their inside voices in an assembly, and their outside voices when in PE.

You attend sporting events and lots of folks are yelling. (Obviously, many of you!) It’s something most people do. It is sort of expected. Being loud and proud and cheering on one’s team – being passionate – there is nothing particularly wrong with that. There is a time for exuberance and excitement.

I typically watch a ball game very quietly. In fact, if I could get away from loud fans around me, I would. But there have been moments when even I have “lost control.” Even a stoic can be stunned!

I could tell you in detail about several of these occasions. I will tell you briefly about 4 that occurred as I was watching my children play.

Benjamin, our only son, and oldest child, played numerous varsity sports, and for 3 years, was a placekicker at Wake Forest. But it was a high school soccer game that “took my breath away.”  Ben normally played defense, but against Erwin on this day, he was moved forward due to some injuries. With about 10 minutes to play, and the score tied, he rocketed a shot into the net from about 40 yards out. Ben had a strong leg, and had scored many goals before this game, but this was so unexpected. But just that shot, in that moment, from that far away. I shot out of my seat like Patrick Rogers!

Hannah, our oldest of 3 daughters, also played multiple sports in high school, and was on the varsity softball team at Gardner-Webb for 2 years. I coached her many years, including when she was 11. She came to bat and launched a shot to deepest center field that I thought was going out. It hit the top of the fence, but not before I found myself launched from my seat. Hannah could hit, but I had never seen her hit one like that!

Salem, our middle daughter, also played several sports in high school and earned a scholarship to play soccer at Milligan College. One of my “out-of-my seat” moments for her was during her junior year of high school against arch rival, Franklin. In order to make it to the state playoffs, we had to win this game. As the minutes wound down, it looked like we would play to a tie. But with about 2 minutes to play, their goalie gathered up the ball, then inexplicably placed it on the ground. Alertly, Salem swooped around her and in one motion kicked the ball away, and into the net for the winning goal. That brought me out of my seat.

Abigail, our youngest, also played multiple sports in high school, and went on to play soccer for 4 years at Wheaton (IL) College. Her team traveled to Pennsylvania to play nationally ranked Messiah College. Of course, Gayle and I were there. Abi entered the game midway of the 2nd half, with our side trailing 1-0. During a scrum in front of the net, she got her foot on the ball and sent it into the net for the tie. Along with the other Wheaton fans there, I erupted from my seat.

But back to April 3, 1983. Before the stunning conclusion of the game had cooled, God “spoke” to me. The words were something like this: “Your excitement for sports is fine. But what about the eternal? Everything is temporal – basketball, baseball, sports, hobbies, fashion, shopping, cars – EVERYTHING will pass away. Only the things of God will last for eternity. WHERE IS YOUR HEART? WHERE IS YOUR TREASURE? Does your passion for Me exceed your passion for sports? Am I not more important?

In 2 Samuel 6 we have the story of David returning the Ark of the Covenant to its rightful place, Jerusalem. It was a long time coming for David, who had dreamed and yearned for this day to come for years. Over 40 years, during Saul’s reign, the Ark had been housed at Kiriath Jearim.

As the Ark finally made its way into the “City of Peace,” David’s passion could contain itself no longer. The King of Israel, wearing a hip length linen garment, began to dance with all his might before His Father. He danced, and he leaped, without regard to his own dignity, not caring who saw him. So intent on the Lord was David that he was oblivious to all else.

“I will celebrate before the Lord, and I will become even more undignified than this!”

He wife rebuked him. He did not care. It was as if he had “turned his eyes upon Jesus, looking full in His wonderful face, as the things of earth grew strangely dim.”

When we see what David saw, when we feel what David felt, when we love the Lord as David did that day, then we will do what David did. Fully focused on the Lord. Zero focus on those around him. No concern for peer pressure.

This brings us to Acts chapter 7, and to Stephen. On this day he gives his defense before the Sanhedrin, and he holds nothing back. He gives a history of God’s dealings with Israel, with a focus of Israel’s persistence in disobeying God. He finishes with this, found in verse 51:

“You stiff necked people, you always resist the Holy Spirit! Was there ever a prophet you did not persecute? You even killed those who predicted the coming of the Righteous One, and now you have betrayed and murdered Him!”   

His Father, watching from heaven. His Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, watching from His seat at the Father’s right hand.

And then, verses 54-56.

“When they heard this, they were furious and gnashed their teeth at him. But Stephen, full of the Holy Spirit, looked up to heaven and saw the glory of God, and Jesus STANDING at the right hand of God. “Look,’ he said, “I see heaven open, and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.”  

And so Stephen was stoned to death.

The witness, the devotion, the integrity, the passion, and yes, even the death of Stephen, was enough to bring  Jesus out of His seat. So moved by Stephen’s magnificent (yes, I say magnificent) death was Jesus that He stood up for him.

When we consider our relationship to our precious Savior, where does He rank in terms of our passions? When we worship Jesus, do we give Him a polite little “tennis clap”, or a roaring, prolonged, resounding ovation?

Do we yell and scream at evil with as much passion as we do at the referees?

Isn’t Christ worth cheering for, far more, FAR MORE, than any athletic team?

Let us search our own hearts.

“When the music fades, and all is stripped away, and I simply come. Longing just to bring something that’s of worth that will bless your heart. I’ll bring you more than a song, for a song in itself, is not what you have required. You search much deeper within, through the way things appear, you’re looking into my heart.I’m coming back to the heart of worship, and it’s all about you, it’s all about you, Jesus. I’m sorry Lord, for the thing I’ve made it, when it’s all about you, it’s all about you, Jesus.” – Matt Redman “Heart of Worship”

Nothing should compare with the passion I have for my Savior. Nothing.

And that is certainly enough said, for now.