These are days of difficult decisions. Do I favor the owners or the players in the MLB debate? Amazon, Prime, or both?  Which tie shall I wear on Sunday?  I’ve got that last one answered at least for the next two Sundays.  Stained glass and Mickey.

This coming Sunday, I will be wearing my stained glass tie.  Some of you at LPC may remember the stained glass tie.  At least one of you comments on it every time I wear it.  And yes, there’s a backstory, and that’s why I intend to wear it my second-to-last (virtual) Sunday at LPC.  You’ll see it in the video. Continue reading →

Of making many books there is no end, and much study is a weariness of the flesh.  – Ecclesiastes 12:12

The wisdom of the Preacher of Ecclesiastes has stood the test of time. I’m not sure I’ve always taken his advice, however, and as we prepare for our move, we are fully aware of the many books issue.  It seems of the tossing of many books there is no end.

With thanks to the Preacher for another phrase, there is a time to gather books into shelves and a time to cast away such books. We know what time it is. We might add that the tossing of many books has also been a time for weeping.

The issue is not really shelf space in the new house.  We’re moving most of our bookcases, and what is Ikea for, after all? The issue is that we don’t need all those books.  The keeping of too many books is a vanity, the Preacher might say. Striving after the wind.

So, we are tossing books.  It’s a heartless exercise, but necessary. So many books are like old friends, how do you decide who goes and who doesn’t? Continue reading →

July 1 will mark not only my first day of retirement, but the 45^th anniversary of life in full-time ministry.  I have been thinking about those 45 years and the privilege I have had and the joys that have been mine. 
 
I guess I ought to thank Terry (not his real name).
 
First Presbyterian Church had hired Terry to be youth director a year or so earlier.  I had just graduated from the university and had decided to stay in town for another year or so as I decided what to do next.
 
It turns out that Terry was not a very good youth director, but I am not sure his ineffectiveness is what got him fired. 
 
It may have been what Terry said one night after a church dinner that got him fired. The dinner had been really well attended. We had used almost every folding table and chair in the fellowship hall. After the dinner was over, we did what church people do. We rolled up our sleeves and began to fold the chairs and stack the tables on those carts that never work as well as they are supposed to work. 
 
I remember the moment.  One of the church members, successful in life and humble in attitude, invited Terry to join all the others folding chairs and hauling tables.  That’s when he said it.  “I don’t do chairs,” he said. 
 
Of course, they didn’t fire Terry because he didn’t join the folding chair brigade that night after the church dinner.  But not doing tables and chairs pretty much said what needed to be said about Terry’s understanding of ministry.
 
So they fired Terry, and I was in town trying to decide what to do.  They offered me the job, and, well, 45 years later I guess we’ve heard the rest of the story to this point. 
 
I suppose I ought to thank Terry.  Had he grabbed a couple of folding chairs that night after the church dinner…
 
The soon to be retired pastor is supposed to keep his hands off the search for his successor. I think I’ve done pretty well so far.  But PSC, might I suggest just one interview question: “Do you do chairs?”
 
I hope I have done my share of tables and chairs over the years. If so, my count of chairs folded and tables hauled may be nearly as important as sermons preached and weddings officiated.  
 
Terry was not a very good youth director. They were wise to fire him.  But, thanks, Terry. I was in town asking myself what to do next and God used your not doing chairs to answer the question.  Continue reading →

We number in the thousands.  Displaced preachers.

We were beginning to look toward Easter and the crowds that would pack our lily-filled sanctuaries.  Lectionary preachers were already studying John’s account of the day of resurrection. I had decided to reflect on Luke’s telling of the story.  But then, just two weeks after Ash Wednesday, our screens began to light up with talk of shutdowns and quarantines.  For many of us, March 8 was the last Sunday in our pulpits, and even then we had no idea of what was coming.

Sunday, Pentecost Sunday, will be the twelfth Sunday of Lockdown. 84 days since we last took to the pulpit and looked out over a sea of familiar faces. 84 days since we preached the word to understanding nods, a few frowns, and the usual suspects nodding off into a morning nap.

I miss preaching. I miss the high honor and heavy responsibility of bringing God’s Word to a beloved flock.  I miss the ordinary and familiar, the well-rehearsed routine of being ready for Sunday morning.  I miss the “nice sermon” comments at the door and wondering what was nice about it. Continue reading →

It was a big old house and originally the Gillam Avenue eastside next door neighbor of LPC, back when LPC was not much more than what we now call the chapel.  In time the LPC building began its slow creep eastward, and in time the church bought the old house. At first it served as a manse – a parsonage, the pastor’s house, and later as an annex for Sunday School class rooms and church meetings.  We called it Cunningham Hall, I suppose after the original owner.  One of you can set me straight on that.

Sometime in the late 1950s, certainly before the current Sanctuary was built in the early 1960s, Cunningham Hall, the old house, was knocked down to make way for a parking lot. That’s what Americans did in the 1950s.  Some of us have parked right on top of the spot where the old house used to stand, and, who knows, maybe the pastor’s office is where the old front porch used to welcome passers by. Continue reading →