Archive for the ‘Encouragement’ Category

One thing I know…

Worship. Family. Vocation. In the ancient world, these three things were the pillars on which the plane of ‘life’ rested.  They gave definition, boundary, and, perhaps most importantly, identity.  The same is true today: Who/how we worship, the family of which we are part, and the job or career we’ve chosen are what we often use to define us (we’ll have to discuss how far we have(n’t) come since ancient days some other time).  But with these three life-pillars, I think we can more easily relate to one of my all-time favorite stories in Scripture.  It’s found in John 9–you can click this link or just follow along from here: Jesus is walking with his disciples when they come across a man, begging, who has been blind since birth.  One of his disciples ask why this man was born blind and Jesus’ answer was a paradigm shifting, “So God’s work can be displayed.”  And then Jesus heals the man. Pause (more…)

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Finishing Well.

Over the past six weeks a single phrase has been uttered in the Gomez house more than any other.  My wife and I have been persistent in reminding one another of the need to ‘finish well’ as our time at Carlisle Wesleyan was drawing to a close. I took extra care to make sure my study habits and the resulting times of preaching were as excellent and prayed-up as possible. We were purposed in granting care and counsel to those in need. We went out of our way to demonstrate love in as many tangible ways as possible. All of this because we knew of the temptation, when ‘the end’ is in sight, to simply “coast” until things wrap up. Yesterday was my last official day (though there are still some lose administrative ends to be cared for) as Carlisle Wesleyan’s pastor. I think we finished well. But that wasn’t the most significant ‘job well done’ I was a part (more…)

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Wait for it…

“Good things come in small packages.” “Fish and guests both stink after three days.” “Subprime mortgages are evil.” “Patience is a virtue.” Each of these expressions has some level of truth–some more than others (and some are more ‘old addages’ than others), but the sentiments expressed within them have an air of “I-learned-this-the-hard-way-so-pay-attention.”  But the one that has always irritated me most is ‘Patience is a virtue.’  Admittedly, that’s because patience is a virtue that can only be learned by waiting… by trusting… by hoping… Sarah and I have been waiting. We’ve cried out to heaven for some sense of ‘what’s next?’ and the answer seems to have been, ‘Wait for it.’ Sunday will be my last day as pastor at Carlisle Wesleyan.  And after that?  We dunno.  We’re waiting. I wish patience was a gift given at the beginning of life.  But my guess is: it’s a virtue earned throughout life. Great.

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Moooo-ve.

Seat position?  Check. Mirrors?  Check. Hands at ten-and-two?  Check. Pedals from left-to-right: clutch, brake, gas.  Check. Herd of cattle in the middle of the road?  Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check. Check.  Check. (There were quite a few cows present.) I was at the very beginning of my adventure of being a driver.  I don’t even know that I had a Learner’s Permit yet, but our family friend, Albert, was going to spend a few minutes with me while I played my hand at driving his aged and well- loved Chevy S-10 pickup.  We were on a quiet dirt road behind my grandparents’ place and it was time to test my standard-transmission-driving mettle.  It was a perfect day for a drive. Except, of course, for the dozens of cattle lazily staring at the white half-ton truck and its occupants. I would begin to move (more…)

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Good Friday, Indeed.

From Theodore the Studite: How precious the gift of the cross, how splendid to contemplate! In the cross there is no mingling of good and evil, as in the tree of paradise: it is wholly beautiful to behold and good to taste. The fruit of this tree is not death but life, not darkness but light. This tree does not cast us out of paradise, but opens the way for our return. This was the tree on which Christ, like a king on a chariot, destroyed the devil, the lord of death, and freed the human race from his tyranny. This was the tree upon which the Lord, like a brave warrior wounded in his hands, feet and side, healed the wounds of sin that the evil serpent had inflicted on our nature. A tree once caused our death, but now a tree brings life. Once deceived by a tree, we have now repelled the cunning serpent by a tree. (more…)

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Dead.

I thought I had killed it. Totally ruined.  Destroyed. I had well completed a myriad of tasks during the many, many childhood summers spent in southeastern Arizona with my grandparents and the twenty acres of desert land they cared for.  We had dug ditches, run irrigation, kept the field grasses short (so snakes would be kept at bay), cared for animals of varying types, tore old buildings down, painted the ones still standing, and trimmed a lot of mesquite trees. Have you ever trimmed a mesquite tree?  For those of you who haven’t, a brief word of explanation:  Mesquite trees aren’t really ‘trees’ at all, they’re bushes.  In order to make them look like trees, they need constant attention.  They are thorny… really thorny—huge, long, deep-penetrating thorns (see inset)—and gnarly.  After years of practice, though, I felt I had become a master mesquite tree trimmer. On this particular day, the one tree I had to get done was the lone (more…)

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