Go!

“Baptizing a baby is the most dangerous and reckless act a set of parents can do with a child. If this child is one that you want, you need to stay as far away from the baptismal font as possible.”

I have said these words a couple dozen times in the last twenty some years of being a pastor.  I said them with all seriousness because I truly believe them.  We think as parents that we can look out for our children, do what is best for our children, and perhaps even plan and work towards a good future for our children.

And then, in Baptism, we go and give them to God!

Sure, we promise to do all we can to bring them up in the faith.  (Yet another dangerous act!) Yes, we do this partially out of cultural significance – at least in the church culture.  But sometimes we don’t think completely about what we are doing.  That’s why I make the statement that I do.

Hammock from Nicaragua
Hammock from Nicaragua

This hammock is “resting” in our garage for the winter.  It had spent the summer in our backyard on a stand that I had to move about 37 times when I was mowing the grass.  (Our house does not have a “lawn”.  I don’t do lawns.  I am lucky to say that most of the yard is grass, thank you, very much.)  It did get used quite a bit by different members of the household, but truth be told, I probably used it more than it’s owner – my daughter.

I spent many an afternoon laying in the hammock and just thinking.  I don’t sleep well in it so I rest…and when I rest, I think.  And some of my thoughts were about the very strings that were holding me up off the ground and giving me the rest that I needed at the moment.

Most would not think of a hammock as something associated with the word “Go.”  Stranger still might be the connection between “go,” “hammock” and “baptism.”  But because some words leave a lasting sticky residue in your mouth, I have no trouble at all with the connection.

This hammock from Nicaragua returned with my now senior in high school daughter when she returned from a mission trip in December and January of 2012.  I worried a lot while she was gone.  I marked the passing of her sixteenth birthday without her while she was away.  I prayed a lot while she was gone.  She turned off her phone when she arrived in Managua because she wanted to totally immerse herself in her work and I didn’t here from her directly for over two weeks.  Like I said, I prayed a lot while she was gone.

She did come home and she brought this great “‘restful” gift with her.

But the fact of the matter is that whenever I see that hammock…whenever I am attempting to rest in its web of strings, I remember that my wife and I stood before a congregation, let our District Superintendent sprinkle water on her head and let God claim her as one of God’s own.  Even then I knew how dangerous an act that was but I thought I could control things better.

Alas, God said, “Go.”

And I am blessed because my daughter listened.  Grayer…but blessed.

Ask Almost Anything AGAIN!! (I will never get tired of this!)

Is divorce a sin?

When I first set out to answer this question, I thought that it would be one of the “easier” ones for me to tackle.  I have been through a divorce and I believed that I had thought through the issue fairly well.  On top of that, our denomination is fairly clear on the topic with a stance that does not condone divorce yet at the same time offers hope to a person who is facing or been divorced.  It is a stance that I would say reflects my personal views as well.

“God’s plan is for lifelong, faithful marriage.  The church must be on the forefront of premarital, marital and postmarital counseling in order to create and preserve strong marriages.  However, when a married couple is estranged beyond reconciliation, even after thoughtful  consideration and counsel, divorce is a regrettable alternative in the midst of brokenness…Divorce does not preclude a new marriage.  We
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couple-arguingourage an intentional commitment of the Church and society to minister compassionately to those in the process of divorce, as well as members of divorced and remarried families, in a community of faith where God’s grace is shared by all.”  (Book of Discipline, electronic edition page 161)

What happened as I began to answer the question, though, was that I began to recall very vividly the “struggle” I had when I was going through my divorce.  Although no one in the church ever spoke a word of condemnation to me, I “felt” it.  Most likely what I was feeling at the time was a combination of guilt brought on by thinking I had “failed” and some misunderstandings of my own concerning Scripture.

When you read the New Testament passages that speak about divorce and especially about divorce and remarriage, it is extremely clear that both are considered sinful.  (It appears to me that there are four main passages in the Gospels that deal with the issue of divorce – Luke 16:18, Mark 10:1-12, 1 Corinthians 7:10 and Matthew 19:1-12.)  The clearest of these passages, the Matthew reference, says flat out that a divorced person who remarries is committing adultery.  At that time in my life, age 23, I could not even imagine going through life single.  And yet, when I was reading the Bible, I knew that to remarry would mean that I would be breaking one of the commandments.  I knew the United Methodist position, but just couldn’t make all the “bad feelings” about myself go away.

To me it was pretty clear, Scripture said that divorce is wrong and remarriage after divorce is sin.  Our denomination said that divorce doesn’t preclude a new marriage.  How could that be?  Wouldn’t the person who divorced and remarried be living in perpetual sin?  Wouldn’t they need to “repent” and change their way, their life and stop the sin that they are committing?

I searched the Bible for some way to say that it would be okay for me to one day remarry but I couldn’t find anything.  Yes, my divorce did meet the slim criteria set forth in Matthew for the possibility of remarriage but I didn’t want my eternal life hinging on the reasons my first marriage ended.  A lot of times – and this was certainly true in my case – infidelity in a marriage is just a symptom of something deeper being wrong.  I couldn’t trust my eternal life on how we look at what went wrong.  I needed assurance!

sign2treeIt wasn’t for some quite some time that I began to understand that my problem was in how I was reading the Bible.  I was looking for a tree – God was offering me the whole forest.  It happens each and every time we look at the Bible for some “pat answer” to what is right and what is wrong and how that affects people who follow Jesus.

Romans 13:8-10 says, “Owe no one anything, except to love one another; for the one who loves another has fulfilled the law.  The commandments, ‘You shall not commit adultery; You shall not murder; You shall not steal; You shall not covet’; and any other commandment, are summed up in this word, ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’  Love does no wrong to a neighbor; therefore, love is the fulfilling of the law.”  The single most important thing we do as Christians is told to us in this passage – love one another!  (Now, I know some would say, “Preacher, that’s just looking at a different ‘tree’ and basing your eternal life on it.’”  In one way I would say, “Yep.  Sure is.”  In another way, though, this passage isn’t so much a “tree” as it is a “sign” pointing us to the forest God gives us.  If you have any doubts, just read John 3:16 AND 17!)

I can tell you this much…there was no way for me to remain married and “love” my first wife.  Besides the child we gave to this world, the most loving thing we did for each other was ending our marriage!

And the way I feel about my present wife, Pam?  Well, suffice it to say that one of the greatest gifts I have ever received from God is the gift this Godly woman is to me.  After meeting Pam and getting to know what a gift she was to my life, it would have been silly for me to reject her based on the passage from Matthew.  I would have practically been denying God’s love for me not to accept the love he was sending me through Pam.  Marriage was not just an option…It was a fulfillment of the love God had for me!

So, is divorce a sin?  Yes, it most certainly is.  The question that wasn’t asked is this: “Can a divorced person remarry?”  Yes.  They most certainly can.  We would have to stand in judgment of a person for the rest of their life because ojerry-maguiref the “sin” of divorce if we deny them the right to remarry when God brings someone into their life that most certainly makes them complete – “So they are no longer two, but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let no one separate.” Matthew 19:6 (Not Jerry Maguire!)

I hope this answer was worth the wait…next question?  “How was there nothing in the beginning?”

A great detour…

Thanks to Amy Shanholtzer for sharing this video.   It really is worth the time to watch. I think this would be a great detour on any journey home.

Watch “Take a Seat – Make a Friend?” on YouTube

Sunrise…Sunset

Sunrise over Princeton, WV
Sunrise over Princeton, WV

He sat at the kitchen table sipping on the hot Chock-Full-Of-Nuts™ coffee that had just been brewed through the Kuerig™ and read the headlines from the morning paper as he did most mornings.  This pastor noted the arrest of someone for a Meth Lab and a story or two about local businesses.  Then for no real reason he looked up and out the window across the kitchen.

Drinking from his Duke Divinity mug, one purchased from the Baptist Student Union while he was still in seminary, this Methodist pastor took the three short steps over to window and looked out upon the mountains that made up the horizon.  Purple and orange light burst over the edges of the mountains with a dim shade of blue highest in the sky.  He blew across the surface of the steaming cup of coffee and smiled.  “I can’t count the number of beautiful sunrises I have seen from this place,” he said to himself or the coffee because no one else was around.

He continued to stand at the window and watch the changing sunrise as he thought back over the last year or so in his life and ministry.  He remembered the first beautiful sunrise that he witnessed there in the Southern mountains of West Virginia, the excitement he had in seeing it and rushing to take a photograph of it for his family to see.

His mind wandered back to a photo of a sunset that his oldest at-home daughter had taken while she had ridden on top of a bus, a quarter of the world away in Nicaragua several months before.  He remembered the tears she shed as she shared about the photo and the people and the whole experience of being that far way and yet feeling right at home.  She came home filled with tears that flooded our home for several days and when they did stop she had a peace about her that father, the pastor, had not seen in a long time – at least not in himself.  Sometime during those days, he remembered her saying, “Daddy, it doesn’t matter where we are but I would like to see your smile again.”

Watching as the blue of the daylight took over more and more of the orange and purple of the sunrise, the pastor’s mind wandered back to a tennis court and his youngest daughter.  It was a hot day in June and quite possibly the last time they would hit any balls on this court.  They had a great time laughing and chasing each other’s badly hit shots and celebrating the good points that she made.  He even remembered one very lucky shot of his own that left his daughter’s jaw dropping as she tried to figure out how her “old Dad” had hit the ball so soundly. The look on her face brought a laugh to him then and now.

Yet thinking back, he recalled that he had chosen the side of the court facing the sun.  He wanted to see it set – again.  He looked forward to it setting each and every day because it meant the day was over and there would be no more trouble. It may have been a hot summer day, but the sunset signaled something different, something almost wintry.  Night meant rest and he looked for rest like he would look for a lost child – desperately and deliberately.

The coffee cup was on the counter now and he was leaning into the sink, the sunrise almost over and the day well on its way to beginning but he thought back to all those sunsets he watched for the last year or so of serving before he moved.  He knew his fascination with them was more than just the beauty that they might bring.  He knew he watched because he was willing something to end – if not the turmoil he had inside, then at least the day.  So he watched the sunset time and time again.

He rinsed out his cup and put it in the top rack of the dishwasher before he walked back over to the table to straighten the paper.  He took one last look out the window and smiled thinking about the sunrise he had just witnessed.  Was it number 18? 19? 20?  He just wasn’t sure.  He just knew it was strange for a January morning.  He was surprised by them in the summer, used to them by Fall, but now they held a special place for him as he witnessed them in the midst of Winter.  He thought of the coffee, the smile, the rush to get to the window to see as much of the sunrise as possible.  The pastor smiled the smile his daughter had been missing.  He laughed the laugh that he himself had thought lost in a sunset somewhere.  The day had begun and the journey towards home continued.

New Year…New Focus??

As 2013 gets its start, I decided not not make any resolutions, however, I am making a promise to myself to post something to this blog every day! It may be a repost…it may be original…it may be something that I write about based on the suggestions from dailyposts.wordpress.com.

It doesn’t matter…I just want to post something each day.

I really started thinking about this last night as we got closer and closer to midnight.  I really had planned on making a few resolutions but nothing was lighting a fire under me.  I was home, playing cards with my family and my daughter’s boyfriend and I started thinking about how long it had been since I had posted to “Not Quite Home.”  When midnight struck and I was surrounded by the people I spend the most time learning to love and learning how to be loved, I realized that this was exactly where I wanted to be.  However, my mind went again to the idea behind “Not Quite Home” – a place where I could share my thoughts on the journey of learning to love as Jesus loved – a place where I could flesh out being a part of Jesus revolution.

Later on this first day of the new year, I spent time with another part of my family as they watched and waited for one of their loved and loving ones to make the final journey home and this solidified the idea for me.

So, now I am writing the first of these posts and now I am looking forward to a year of sharing with you!

Enjoy 2013!!
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