It’s so nice to get back to what I can only hope to be a normal day tomorrow. This past week was pretty surreal, and it honestly stretched to about nine days, from last Sunday through today. It’s been a most unusual stretch of days.
Of course, the craziness started last Sunday with the threat of winter weather. Add to that my grandmother’s stroke that evening just as the snow began to fall. It definitely didn’t help to have the snow and ice that kept the whole family inside for pretty much all of five days (with occasional trips out). My sister, brother-in-law, nieces, and I all camped out at my parents’ house all week to save on heating and having to walk up and down the hill.
Then Hadley (my 19 month old niece) burned her hand on my parents’ pellet stove Tuesday night, causing an anguished, painful night for her. She got up Wednesday morning, and hit the ground running, not missing a beat, despite blisters, and later a big bandage on her hand. My sister and mom were able to take her to the doctor on Thursday morning. Continue reading A Return To Routine After A Strange Week
With today being what it is, it stands to reason that any of us who write and have the privilege of being an American should take time today to express our gratitude to God, to our founding fathers, to the troops who protect our freedom, and to everyone else responsible for making and keeping America a free country. It is a true honor to live in a free country, and I’m grateful for it, even when it seems so many take our freedom for granted.
Happy Birthday, America. May God truly shed His grace on us.
Yesterday morning, my niece Hadley, who just turned one, fell off the bed. The girl’s a fast mover, and she outran my sister to the edge of the bed, where she proceeded to fall. She passed out. Naturally, my sister and my mom, who had spent the night with Kenzie, the five-year-old, were pretty well overcome with fear. Even after coming to, Hadley was listless and not her usual, energetic self.
We went into prayer/adrenaline mode. They took Hadley to the emergency room, where Michael rushed from work to join them; while they were in the triage room, she began to act and look more like herself. The ER doctors concluded that she passed out not from the fall or from a concussion but from holding her breath upon falling. Everyone came home, and Hadley was back to “normal.” Praise God for answering our prayers and casting our our fear with His perfect love!
On Easter weekend, I attended a Messianic Seder at Congregation Beth Hallel. When we attended there last summer, Rabbi Kevin Solomon told us that we ought to consider making plans to attend. As a firstborn, Passover has a certain significance and poignancy for me, but to attend a seder that ties the story of the Exodus and the Passover to the sacrifice of Christ was especially powerful and meaningful.
(When I was about 10 or 12, we had a seder at Covington Christian, but our family was leaving for Disney World that night, and that was all that was on my mind. Needless to say, the seder didn’t leave that great an impression on me back then.)
One particular element of the seder really spoke to me: at one point, the rabbi read statements about how God blessed us, and the congregation responded with “Dayenu,” which basically means, “It would have been enough.” I looked up a typical Messianic seder service, and that element goes something like this:
LEADER:How great is God’s goodness to us! For each of His acts of mercy and kindness we declare dayenu.
LEADER:If the Lord had merely rescued us, but had not judged the Egyptians. ALL:dayenu! LEADER:If He had only destroyed their gods, but had not parted the Red Sea. ALL:dayenu! LEADER:If He had only drowned our enemies, but had not fed us with manna. ALL:dayenu! LEADER:If He had only led us through the desert, but had not given us the Sabbath. ALL:dayenu! LEADER:If He had only given us the Torah, but not the land of Israel. ALL:dayenu!
The rabbi concluded this portion by saying that on top of all of this, God gave us Yeshua (Jesus) the Messiah!
I couldn’t help but reflect that evening and over the next several days (and obviously weeks) that God is just like that. When we think He’s given us enough, he goes further, giving us more than we deserve and often more than we could ask for. It’s humbling and gratifying to live for a God who is so giving…
I received a huge honor this past week. Random Thoughts From The Revolution was featured in the New Yorker magazine! My post on the ten best albums of 2009 was honored as one of the “Five Best Ten Best.” Check it out here.
I don’t live for accolades from people, but they’re sure nice when they come. Thanks to Ben Greenman for seeing something in my writing and sharing it with a larger audience.
On November 12, 1989, Grace Fellowship Church met for the first time in the home of our founding pastor, Rob Raynor. I’m looking back at that one event now and realizing that it was two decades ago. Twenty years flies by. After twenty years of changes, lessons, laughter, tears, prayers, praises, progress, setbacks, I can’t help but be filled with awe at how far God has brought what is now Eastridge Community Church.
I can remember the early days, the few weeks where we met in the Best Western on Alcovy Road (I don’t even know what motel chain runs it now), followed by the months in the shopping center. I showed that location to a couple of our current staff members yesterday, and they were amazed at the thought of our church meeting there in its infancy. I think it was unprecedented for a church to meet in a non-traditional location in Covington, Less than a year after starting up, we moved into the tiny building on Flat Shoals Road for nine years; looking at that building now, it’s stunning to think that we stayed in that building as long as we did and that it’s still standing. We did double duty in 1998-1999, meeting at Eastside High School on Sundays and using the Flat Shoals facility the rest of the week; we were the first church in Newton County to meet in a school building (that was WORK!). In 1999 came the name change and building the facility we use today.
Twenty years is a long time. I’ve watched some of the kids who were here in the early days grow up and serve as adults; now many of their children are active here too. I’ve seen our pastors grow as speakers and shepherds and take on roles they probably never dreamed of assuming. I’ve seen this body of believers weather storms, small skirmishes, core leadership changes, and economic turmoil; I’ve been witness to circumstances that would shake a less grounded family to its foundation but only drove Eastridge to our knees and a greater dependence on Christ. We are truly a testimony that the strength and survival that can only come from God.
It’s not about a style of worship, although our contemporary music and casual style was what set us apart in our early days. It’s not about a personality, though I think for years we were driven by a strong leader and his personality. It’s not about a particular ministry, despite the fact that our ministry programs are strong. What it is about is surrendering to and obeying the will and direction of God and allowing Him to determine the vision and direction for His church. He deserves all the glory and credit for what has been accomplished at Eastridge Community Church for the past twenty years, and I am honored and privileged to be a part of His revolution here.
Looking back at the last two decades and looking forward to what’s ahead, I can’t help but think of some of the lyrics to what has become an unofficial anthem here at Eastridge:
“You’re the God of this city
You’re the King of these people…
Greater things have yet to come
Greater things are still to be done in this city…
Greater things are still to be done here.“
I’m thankful for the people of Eastridge Community Church, and I’m eternally grateful to God for what He has done and continues to do.
If you are in Covington this weekend, I’d love for you to join us this Sunday at 9:00 or 10:45 as Lead Pastor Scott Moore shares a special message entitled “Preparing For A Work Of God,” and hang out with us Sunday afternoon from 4:00-6:00 p.m. for our annual Fall Picnic.
Yesterday I had the pleasure and privilege of sharing with Mark Waltz from Granger Community Church about what God is doing at Eastridge. Here’s how it went down: after posting something on Twitter about the positive changes at ECC, Mark responded saying he wanted to talk about it in detail with me. It took us weeks to coordinate our schedules, but it was worth it.
I started out sharing a bit of our history and recounting some of the struggles of the last couple of years. Then, as I started sharing what God is doing, I felt an overwhelming sense of joy at what is taking place at ECC. By the end of the conversation, I couldn’t contain my gratefulness to God for using Eastridge as He has. We’re coming up on 20 years of Eastridge, and I recently celebrated five years on staff. I’ve never been as excited as I have been lately at what He’s doing…not even in the early days when everything was an adventure.
In the midst of the joy and excitement, I’m truly humbled by what God is doing.