The Pursuit of Happyness

Amy and I are normally suckers for movies with inspirational messages. We love movies like Remember the Titans; Radio; and Akeelah and the Bee. So when we first saw the previews for the new Will Smith movie, The Pursuit of Happyness, we both immediately wanted to see it. However, after seeing the movie this past Saturday, I wasn’t thrilled with it.

There are very positive messages in the movie. Will Smith’s character (Chris Gardner) talks about not knowing who his dad was until he was 28 years old but that his son would grow up knowing him. Throughout the movie Chris is making sure he maintains his relationship with his son—even when his wife/girlfriend (the movie never really tells) leaves and moves across the country. There is also a scene in the movie where Chris has just told his son, who loves basketball, that he will probably not be any good at it. Chris’ son immediately puts his ball away and is ready to leave the court. He realizes what he has done and then tells his son to never let anyone tell him he can’t do something—even his own dad.

However, the overall message of the movie is what I disagree with. The message of the movie is that money is the key to happiness. Do whatever it takes to be successful—including cheating and lying. The movie teaches that everything is up to you if you are going to be successful and happy.

These messages are all contrary to the gospel message. Christ teaches that because of sin we can’t do it by ourselves. Doing it ourselves and our way and not relying on God has gotten us into the mess we as a human race are in. Christianity is not a “pick yourself up by your bootstraps” religion. We are dependent upon God, the blood of Jesus, and fellowship of fellow Christians to be “successful.”

Jesus teaches that we cannot serve two masters. We cannot serve both God and money (Matthew 6:24). Those who have served money have stated how empty it left them feeling and no mater how much they had they always wanted more.

If the movie makers really wanted an inspirational story about the key to happiness they would have found one with a very Christian theme—forgiveness. According to a December, 2002, USA Today article “‘Materialism is toxic for happiness,’ says University of Illinois psychologist Ed Diener. Even rich materialists aren't as happy as those who care less about getting and spending. The article also quoted University of Michigan psychologist Christopher Peterson, who indicated forgiveness is the trait most strongly linked to happiness. Peterson said, ‘It's the queen of all virtues, and probably the hardest to come by.’ ”

Vacation

Last week I was on a much needed vacation. I did abosulely nothing!!!

Well that's not entirely true. I read a book Amy gave me for Christmas--Clive Cussler's The Treasure of Khan. (Cussler is my favorite author and has written many books with a central character--Dirk Pitt. His Pitt novel Sahara was turned into a major motion picture.) I also watched as much of the 4th day of 24 as I could. I love 24 and Jack Bauer. I was hoping to watch all of season 4 and 5 before this season starts, but I don't think I am going to make it. I still have 2.5 hours of day 4 to finish. And lots of ESPN! But other than that--nothing. Just books and TV. It was great!

Yesterday, it was back to the grind though. Although, I was ready to get back to work. So here I am back at work. This looks like one of the busiest January and Februarys in several years. More on that later.

Honoring My Grandma

Christmas week was tough, but God brought us through it. Now that a few days have passed I want to take a minute and honor my Grandma and tell the world why I love my Grandma so much. I originally wrote the following for the Missourit Street Church of Christ bulletin (Jan 7, 2007) slightly edited for the different context.

As the family gathered over Christmas week to honor and remember my Grandma several things stuck out to me. First, my Grandma was a person who deeply loved her family. This was demonstrated in many ways. She made it a point to be at anything that was important to her family. She was at both my graduation from college and graduate school and at my wedding to Amy. She did the same for my sisters. I heard other family members talk about their special events that she made it a point to be at. She also showed her love by sending us cards on our special days—birthdays, anniversaries, etc. She never missed one. In fact, my Grandma would mail over 1000 cards per year—all at her own expense.

Second, was her Christ-like character. She never complained. No one in the family ever remembers her complaining about anything. Even in her last days when she was in pain all she would say was, “God is in control.” When we were children running around her house, Grandma would never get on to us—Grandpa, that’s another story—but not Grandma. In fact, several of us made a decision while at Grandma’s celebrating her life that we were going to strive to follow her example more by not being complainers.

Why else did I love my Grandma. Well, simply because she was my Grandma! I will miss her. I will miss her enthusiasm for life and her humor. (Remind me to tell you the Y2K and “Happy New Ear” stories sometime.) I will miss her at all the important events in my life in the future. I will miss seeing Christ through her. However, I know that she is now with Christ, and I look forward to the day when I will see her again.

Thank you to everyone who has prayed for me and my family over the past two weeks.

Christmas Shoes

I have never liked the song "Christmas Shoes." I don't really don't know why. It may be due to the fact that Christmas is supposed to be a happy ocasion with family and friends and that song focuses on a more depressing event. However, I now understand that song with an understanding I wish I didn't have. To use the lyrics from the song...

My Grandma went to meet Jesus this morning.

I have cried a couple times today already and I am sure that I will cry some more. But as my mom said this morning when she told me, "Grandma got the best Christmas gift of all...she went home." I miss her already. I miss that she will never know her great-grandkids that Amy and I will have one day. I miss her warm smile and unconditional love. But I am thankful that she is not suffering. To borrow the lines from another song--I can only imagine the joy that she has right now. I can only imagine the peace that she has. I long for the day when I will see her again.

I love you Grandma!

Grandma Update

I spoke with my mom a few minutes ago and she gave me an update on my Grandma.

It doesn' t look too good. The cancer has spread and is confirmed now in the pancreas, liver, abdomen (pressing against her small intestine), and lungs. She also has a tumor on her elbow and hip. The tumor that is pressing against her small intestine is not allowing any food to pass from her stomach and the reason she has not kept anything down recently. She is having a procedure today to put a stint in her small intestine that will not collapse as the tumor continues to grow.

They have made the decision to stop all chemotherapy. The two chemos she has taken to this point were the best for treating pancreatic cancer (where hers started) and they have not done anything. They are talking about radiation for the tumors on her elbow and hip. Those are the only one causing her any pain. If they can shrink those tumors they are hopeful to get her off morphine and not need pain medication until the end.

Although the doctors are not giving any specific time line, they are also going ahead and setting Grandma up with hospice care. My sister (who has her nursing degree) has said that in her experience patients who are expected to live longer than six months do not receive hospice care.

Please continue to pray for my Grandma, me, and the rest of our family as we go through the next several months that God will help us endure whatever he allows to come our way.

Christmas Store

The thing I have heard over and over about this year’s Christmas Store from those who were there is that it was “the best Christmas Store we have ever had.” This is coming from church members, repeat volunteer workers, and community members. Officially the Christmas Store served over 100 adults who shopped for over 300 kids. That is over 300 children who will wake up Christmas morning with a gift under the tree to unwrap.

I need to take a minute and give out a special, “Thank You,” to all who made it possible for me to be away from the Christmas Store and be with my family. To Ann Rodgers (Wonder City Church member and Servant Leader) for running the Christmas Store. To Rodney Smithers, Phil and Barbara Clothier, and Sue Cash for coming down from Missouri Street to lead a hand. To Ryan and Emily Fowler for coming from Memphis Urban Ministry to lead a hand as well. To my wife Amy, who was unable to be with me in Indianapolis (although she wanted to be there), who took care a some last minute details and made sure that I was where I needed to be this past weekend.

I wish I had a story from someone from the Christmas Store about what it meant specifically to them, but I don’t. What I do have is a quote from Ryan Fowler (the Memphis Urban Ministry Administrator) who helped work the store. This is what he said.

Well, to me, the neatest part of the entire day wasn't necessarily all of the toys that were handed out. I found it even more special to see the Wonder City Church members who were there, some of whom could have easily been on the other side of the checkout counter, but instead were there serving their neighborhood and community by working at the store. The church members from Wonder City did an incredible job of running the store and making sure that everything went the way it needed to. And while Emily and I were happy to be there and to help out, there's just something extra special about neighbors helping out neighbors. That's why I appreciate Wonder City so much - it's a church that connects to the community that it is in, and that's something that all of our churches could do a better job of.

That is exactly what the Christmas Store is all about—connecting the church to the community. Serving those whom we are called to serve. Blooming where God has planted us. And isn’t that also what the Christmas season is all about—getting out of ourselves and giving. Jesus said, “It is more blessed to give than receive” (Acts 20:25). I don’t know that there has ever been a time in the nearly six years that I have been here that I have been prouder of Wonder City Church than I am over what they accomplished through this year’s Christmas Store.

Therefore the biggest, “thank you,” goes out to God. For loving us enough that he sent his son to earth. Born through a virgin. Whose “birthday” we celebrate in just few days. And for his continued work in and through Wonder City.

Merry Christmas!

Grandma, Grandpa, and New Memories

This past weekend I was able to be in Indianapolis with my family for Christmas. I enjoyed being there and making new memories. Some of my fondest memories growing up are being at Grandma and Grandpa’s—especially at Christmas. I have shared how my Grandma has cancer and how this may be here last Christmas (for more information see my previous post Grandma).

Grandma isn’t doing too well right now. Her cancer continues to grow and spread—now confirmed in her pancreas and liver and likely in her lungs and lymph nods. My mom shared with me that when she and my dad arrived on Wednesday that my Grandma “looked like death.” She was in pain and could not keep anything down. It was reported to me that Thursday she was doing some better. By the time I arrived on Friday, Grandma was up and about helping get ready for the evening dinner and gift exchange as much as she could.

However, Saturday was not a good day. She was back in bed and could not keep anything down again. She didn’t get out of bed until around dinner time. She came out into the living room and enjoyed a movie with the family who was still there. I left to return to Memphis on Sunday morning in time to be back for worship at Wonder City. Sunday night about midnight they took her to the hospital. Yesterday, they drained 4 liters of fluid off her abdomen.

It is amazing to me how the day that all the family was there, she felt well enough to be up and be with the family. Before we had the gift exchange Friday evening my aunt asked the family to share their most memorable Christmas gift. The gift I shared was our new home (although we moved in several months ago). However, as I have had time to reflect on this weekend, I believe of all the gifts that I have received or will receive this Christmas or any other, that gift from God will be the one that I will always remember. The fact that he allowed my Grandma to have her one good day over the course of the weekend on that specific day—the day that all the family was together and the day we celebrated Christmas as a family—is a gift that I will never forget.

I know that many of the people who read this blog are people of faith and prayer. Please add my Grandma—Emma Colglazier—to your prayer list. She is a special lady to me. I don’t want to lose her. Selfishly I want her here for many years to come. However, I don’t want her to suffer either. So pray for me also—that God will give me the strength to deal with whatever he has in his plans.

Blog Reading

Recently I have read several blog posts that need to be shared. The points made are too good not to be passed around. They were written by two men (Mike Cope and Larry James) that I have a huge amount of respect for (although I don't know either personally). In my opinion, these are two blogs that you (especially those in Churches of Christ) need to be reading on a regular basis.

Go to Mike Cope's Blog and read his posts titled Leroy, Richland Hills, and Instrumental Music and the one titled A Cappella Music.

Also, read Larry James' Urban Daily post titled Rick Warren and his critics.

Grandma

My Grandma is a very special lady to me. I love her dearly. Earlier this year she was diagnosed with cancer. My Grandparents live in Indianapolis, IN, so I don’t get to see them very often. However, with my Grandma’s cancer and not knowing how much time she has left, it has become very important for me spend as much time with them as possible. So, back in October, I went and spent a couple days with my Grandparents. I really enjoyed my time there. I was able to relax, get a little work done, and just be there with my Grandma and Grandpa. They know how much I like Indian food, so they took me to an Indian restaurant for lunch one day. We watched TV together and were just present with each other.

Due to holiday availability of the larger family, the date for the Christmas get together was changed over Thanksgiving from Christmas weekend to December 13-17. Amy and I had planned on being there. However, she doesn’t have any vacation days to use for the new dates and this was also the scheduled weekend as our major holiday outreach—the annual Christmas Store. When I heard these new dates, my heart immediately sank. Who knows if this will be my Grandma’s last Christmas—and I won’t be able to be there for it. I even spent some time crying (something which is rare for me!). My sister recently sent out a holiday questionnaire asking some of her family and friends some of their holiday traditions and favorite memories. Some of my favorite holiday and childhood memories are the ones spent with Grandma and Grandpa. I spent some time grieving the loss of making more memories this year.

As I have shared these events and feelings with those who are close to me, everyone has said how important it is for me to be in Indianapolis for the Christmas get together. I am trying not to live in the future too much, but rather live in the present. But it is hard not to think about the possibility that this may be the last Christmas with Grandma. Even my Grandpa admitted in a family email that their time may be coming soon. It is a reality that has to be faced. So right now I am trying to figure out how I can get to Indianapolis for the family gathering—one more chance to make special memories. I have talked with several individuals about the Christmas Store and covering for me. I am looking at flights from Memphis to Indianapolis on Friday and returning on Saturday evening or early enough on Sunday to still be able to preach at Wonder City. All the details haven’t been worked out yet, but it looks like I may make it after all. Should I make there, I want to be there and enjoy the family and make new memories without thinking the entire time, “This may be the last Christmas,” but I don’t know if I can or not. Either way, I imagine that this will be one of the most difficult holiday seasons that I have ever gone through.

Needed for Growth

God has done some wonderful things through Wonder City in the indigent community of West Memphis. However, Wonder City is in need of the following things in order for the church and the ministry to grow and be effective in the years to come. One is additional staffing and the other is a larger space to worship and conduct ministry.

Urban ministry is too demanding for one person to effectively minister alone. Every week I have to make decisions about what tasks will not get done or what visits will not be made. Sometimes these are easy decisions and sometimes they are difficult ones. Everyone who is in ministry knows that there is a certain amount of administration and tasks that need to get done. Unfortunately, ministry is not just being with and ministering to people. Bible classes and sermons are just one example of tasks that must be done weekly that take time away from being with people. There are also budgets, planning, organizing volunteers, and many other things that require time and attention. At the same time, ministry is about people. Urban ministry especially is about being with the people. One person can’t make sure adults are discipled, teens are taught and youth activities planned, families are ministered to, crisis are addressed (in urban ministry there is a crisis every week—real or perceived), sick are visited and evangelism takes place. More people are needed to make sure these needs are met.

The other area that needs to be addressed for Wonder City to grow is our worship facility. Our current facility is no longer adequate for the task of ministry. First, being in a storefront is a hindrance. Many in the African-American community do not view storefront churches as “real” churches. Despite all the good that Wonder City has done for the community, there are many who still do not see Wonder City as a real church because of our location in a storefront. Also, our location itself between a fish market and laundry mat is a hindrance. Imagine the smells that we receive in our space between those two businesses. However, the biggest factor is that we have simply outgrown the space. We need more space to adequately minister to individuals and the community. We have rearranged the walls inside our storefront space to add classroom space, but more is needed. We would like to offer our community a clothes closet, but there is no space. We would like to expand our after-school program—again lack of space. (Side note, we are not currently offering an after-school program due to a lack of staffing.) We would like to make Wonder City a safe place for teens to hang out after school off the streets playing games and listening to holy hip-hop, but we don’t have the space (or the staffing).

However, God is faithful and he has provided Wonder City with the opportunity to purchase the current facility of the First Church of the Nazarene. They have a 10,000 plus square foot church building with plenty of room to address all of our space needs. Two weeks ago (Sunday, November 19th), I presented the elders of our supporting church (Missouri Street Church of Christ) with a proposal to purchase the First Church of the Nazarene. They are actively discussing the purchase of the building as a group and with those involved with Wonder City. I will also be meeting with the elders in the coming weeks to discuss it with them and answer any questions they may have. I am hopeful and prayerful that the elders will approve this request and that Wonder City will be in a new home in the spring. Please be praying for this process and the decision that is to be made. Should you wish to donate to our building fund, checks can be mailed to

Wonder City Ministry Building Fund
c/o Missouri Street Church of Christ
1600 N Missouri St
West Memphis, AR 72301

Also, pray that God will be as faithful and provide additional staffing in the near future as well.

Amazing

(I orginially wrote this post last Monday, Oct 23. I then left town on Tuesday to spend a few days with my Grandma and Grandpa before I got this up online. The events described in the post took place October 21-22.)

I have fond memories of my youth camp experiences growing up. They were always fun. In fact, one summer I worked a session of camp doing kitchen cleanup, so I could afford to attend multiple sessions of camp. Camp was a very important part of my spiritual formation.

With that being said, I work hard to make sure the urban youth, that I now work with, have the same opportunities to attend camp and make their own memories. When the youth minister at our overseeing church invited our teens to attend their fall retreat at Camp Tahkodah I jumped on the opportunity. Last year (the first year we joined with them) I took approximately 10 teens. This year, I took 18. There were a total of 140 teens from Missouri Street and Wonder City. We left West Memphis at 5:45 Saturday morning and returned at 4pm on Sunday. The two days were packed with activities—both fun and spiritual. Most importantly our teens learned just how AMAZING (this year’s theme) God’s grace truly is.

But this weekend retreat also provided a time of growth for Wonder City. This was the first Sunday since Nathan and Jenni left (August 1st) that I would not be there. Additionally, our Servant Leader that normally leads worship had to work and the only other individual who can drive the church van was also supposed to work. I had arranged for a guest speaker. I had coordinated with our Servant Leaders about worship. But it was going to take the church stepping up as a whole for worship to come together Sunday. People were going to have to find their own way to church and others were going to have to do things they were not accustom to doing. So, what happened? Our van driver thought is was important to be at church and took off from work to drive and be there. Worship also started 45 minutes late. But I was told that it went very well. Some of those who participated in worship, I would have never guessed would do the things they did.

This weekend has reminded me just how amazing God’s grace is. God’s grace is always amazing. It was amazing to me through my camp experiences. It was amazing by providing the opportunity for our teens to attend the retreat. It was amazing to our church as members stepped up and made sure that worship happened. God grace is also amazing to Wonder City as this Sunday was our 7th anniversary. Seven years ago this past Sunday, Wonder City held its first Sunday worship service as a church.

I am reminded of the psalmist in Psalm 136 who recounted all the mighty acts of God—all the ways that God had been gracious to his people. And after recalling each gracious act the psalmist states, “His faithful love endures forever.” God’s grace has abounded and will abound for all time. He is always working to show his grace in our lives.

Technology Woes

Technology is a great thing…until it doesn’t work like you want it to. For the past two weeks I have not been a happy technology camper. Right before I left for 4 days to attend the Christian Community Development Association Conference in Philadelphia (Sept 27-30), my ethernet connection on my computer went bad. Thankfully, my computer is still under warranty. However, I needed to take my laptop with me, so I packed it up and carried my wireless card with me to Philly. Last year at the conference they had a wonderful setup with a free wireless area. So this year I was hoping (and expecting) for the same. I get to Philly and no wireless. In fact the Starbuck’s in the hotel lobby wasn’t even a hotspot. So as soon as I returned to Memphis, I called Dell. However, it was noon Thursday last week before my computer was fixed and I could check emails and do other business. In fact, for two days I had to use my secretary’s computer because mine was completely unusable.

Hopefully, now that I am back in business, my technology will continue to function properly and my updates will not be so far apart. See below for a new post—“Broken Doors.”

God Bless

Brooken Doors

The following is taken from Tony Campolo’s book Revolution and Renewal: How Churches are Saving Our Cities with stories by Bruce Main (Louisville, Westminster John Knox Press: 2000), 16-18.


I once met a Catholic priest who had a fascination with doors. He believed that the front door was the most important part of a church. The door, he claimed, should be something that beckons people to come in. It should be something intriguing, something that “whispers the mystery that lies beyond it.”

The door of our church used to be white, shiny, and metallic, smooth and new looking; it could have graced the cover of a church supply catalog. The door was seldom used. As a matter of fact, the door reflected the church that existed inside the door—unused. With only a couple of hours of use each Sunday, the door had little chance to tarnish its beauty. It just sat there, not living up to its calling as a church door—that is something that used to allow people to enter a place where the mysterious Divine dwells.

But last week we had to replace the door. Since our rambunctious youth program arrived at the church three years ago the door had changed. The shiny, white metallic finish had been dulled by the continual touching and thumping or dirty hands. There were gouges, dents, and holes in the door created by kids who were late for events and needed to be heard. The bright brass trim around the mailbox had been ripped off. The inner core of the door could now be seen and had begun to spill its contents onto the surrounding sidewalk. Perhaps the brass had been stripped to be sold or taken off in an effort to rob the church. Whatever the case, the fancy trim was gone. All that was left was an ugly, roughly cut metal hole, through which the mail person could shove the mail each day.

Days before the door was replaced, it would hardly open. The only hinge connecting the door to the frame was the top one. And even that hinge had been reset a number of times. The other hinges had long ago been ripped out of their home and tossed in the scrap pile. As the door was opened, shut, slammed, a propped over the last three years by children, teens, and staff, the door collapsed. Finally the screws gave way, and the wooden door posts disintegrated.

So the door was replaced. The cost: eight hundred and fifty dollars to put in a new frame and metal door. Unfortunately the trustees in our church didn’t share in the same door theology as my priest friend—that a door should create a sense of mystery and intrigue. We got a new, white, shiny metallic door.

Although I grimace over this expense in our budget this year, I do have to chuckle over the fact that we wore out a door. Children broke the door! Not intentionally, but because they wanted to get into the church. Something was happening inside these walls that was calling them off the street to come into this place where God lives. The door began to serve its purpose. Despite its lack of ascetic intrigue, the door had began to live out its calling as the threshold leading to the one place where God dwells. What was taking place on the inside had become intriguing and a mystery to the little ones who desperately wanted to get in.

The more I thought about our door, the more I have wondered how many churches in America can boast over the fact that they had to replace a door because of the dents and holes made by young people trying to get in.

But if the church really lives up to its calling, should it not be replacing its doors more regularly? Wouldn’t it be exciting if churches across America all of sudden had to start ordering custom-made doors to replace all the doors that were being broken. Just think how wonderful it would be if churches had to start hiring special “door ministers” just to keep door knobs from falling off and hinges from snapping. Right next to Minister of Music and Christian Education Director in next year’s budget would be “Door Minister.”

Yet if the church really does become that “beacon of light on a hill,” those who surround her should be lured and drawn in through the doors. If the church becomes a vibrant and integral part of the a community and if spirituality does begin to intertwine itself with everyday life, doors should wear out. The church should become a place of traffic.

What changed in our case? Why did the church begin to change from a mausoleum to a beehive of activity? Why did children from the community start coming to a church that had lost its voice in the community? One of the reasons is that we started going to the community and extended an invitation to its people to come. But the invitation was not just to come and fill our pews for an hour on Sunday morning. Children were invited to come and express themselves through dance, play like creative children, study things that were fun and interesting, sing crazy songs, eat ice-cream sundaes, go on trips to out-of-the-way places, and produce their silk screened tee-shirts. In short, we tried to make what was behind the doors of the church intriguing. We tried to evoke the curiosity of our children and teens. Since 50 percent of our city’s population is under the age of eighteen, we decided to make children our focus. After-school programs, evening Bible clubs, computer classes, and dance class are just a few of the events we designed to make the church an appealing place to come. And they have come. And, Lord willing, they will continue to come. And, quite probably, a few more doors may be broken before its all said and done.


For anyone who has been to Wonder City’s building you can relate to what Bruce Main is relating through this story in Campolo’s book. Wonder City has replaced doors, repaired holes in the walls, and had to do other maintenance because of kids and teens in the building. I have to admit, I usually have gotten upset when damage is done. Like Main’s kids, I know they didn’t intentionally break it. But it is money that has to be spent. I used to look at the damage and just see kids and teens that needed to be corrected, trained, and disciplined. Yes, some of our kids need to learn some discipline.

But when I read this the other day, my whole perspective changed. I now look at the holes that still need repaired and I see the lives that have changed. Don’t ask me why, but Wonder City attracts kids and teens. Teens who attend Wonder City invite their friends—who come and invite their friends. It is not uncommon to have more teens in a church service than adults. I am glad they are there. I am glad that we are offering something that intrigues them. I am glad they are finding something at Wonder City they can’t find on the streets of West Memphis and they find it valuable enough to invite their friends to come and experience as well. Our building is not perfect and it could use some major work. While I would like to have a nice building to use that does not need repairs, I would rather be known as a church that is active and alive. I would rather be known as a place that welcomes those who are not welcome in other places. I would rather have some kids and teens that need to learn discipline accidentally doing damage to our building than have them running the streets. I would rather replace doors and repair walls than be a church that doesn’t welcome children (Mark 10:12-14).

Family Stories

Several Wonder City families have recently found themselves in difficult situations.

One family of 9 lives in a small two bedroom house. Some go to other family members’ homes to sleep at night. However, those who do sleep there typically sleep in one bedroom—the only air conditioned room (with a window unit) in the house. 10 individuals (4 generations) lived in the house, until late July, when the patriarch of the family passed away from complications with his diabetes. Unfortunately, he was the main source of income for the family. His veterans and disability benefits paid the bills. Now that he has passed, the family has $300 a month in food stamps—and that’s it. I don’t know how this family is going to pay the rent or any of their other bills. To add insult to injury, the water line that brings water into the house has busted. They contacted their landlord who told them to have it fixed and take it out of the rent. As the mother/grandmother told me last night, when there is no money for rent, no one is going to fix it for free.

Another family was placed in a difficult situation when the husband of the family walked out on his wife and 4 kids just a couple weeks ago. Bills have gone unpaid for months. The family was in a rent-to own situation and the rent/mortgage payment alone was $2000 past due. Yesterday (9/13), the family left their house. They put most of their belongings in storage and left some with friends and family. Now there is a “For Rent or Sale” sign in the window of their old house and they are staying with family until they are able to get an apartment. The mother is partially disabled and doctors want her to undergo weight loss surgery. She does, however, receive some money through disability and food stamps, but it is going to be difficult for her to make ends meet on her own.

These stories are just the tip of the iceberg. Another church member is not sure about her job. Another works 2 jobs just to make ends meet. Another had to go back to work early off her unpaid maternity leave so they would have some money. These are the daily realities of life for most of those I encounter in this ministry. I can’t help but think of Jesus’ words in Matthew 6:34.

So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today. (NLT)

Our families do have enough to worry about today. Many struggle just to eke out a daily existence. Many have a hard time dealing with the trouble that today brings.

9/11 Reflections

It is one of those moments in history that those who lived it will always know where they were when it happened. September 11, 2001. For me, I was in the shower when the first plane struck the World Trade Center. I came downstairs (we lived in a townhouse apartment in Memphis at the time) and had ABC's Good Morning America on TV. I watched the live shot as the second plane came into view and hit the other tower. I sat there frozen on the couch. I know I watched the images for at least a couple of hours. I don't remember anything else I did that day.

Six months later (March, 2002), I stood at Ground Zero. It was an overwhelming place to be. The makeshift memorials that were still up. Standing on the observation platform looking into that huge space where the towers once stood. Seeing the steel cross that had been found in the rubble and erected by the workers. Passing the little church just yards away that was the base of operations for the cleanup effort. Wanting to go in and knowing that I would not be allowed.

This morning I again was tuned into ABC's GMA. I again was in the shower at the moment when five years ago the first plane struck. I again was back in front of the TV when the moment of silence was observed at 8:03 (central time)--the moment five years ago the second plane hit the south tower. During that moment of silence I said a prayer. I prayed for all those who are still hurting, suffering, or grieving because of the events five years ago. Many are still hurting.

What I also saw this morning was a nation (and a city) that is healing. All the buildings surrounding Ground Zero that were damaged have been repaired. World Trade Center Tower 7 has been rebuilt and is open. The World Trade Center subway stop is reopened. They said that by the year 2012 (just 6 short years away) all the reconstruction at Ground Zero will be completed. But I also heard healing. Healing from the from those who survived. Healing from those who lost loved ones. Healing has been a theme leading up to this anniversary. Last week GMA brought America up to date on the kids who were born post-9/11 to dad's who died on 9/11. Some of those moms have remarried. Healing is taking place.

As you remember and reflect on the events of five years ago, please pray with me for the continued healing of our nation. Pray that we will never forget the One who does the healing.

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,
for he has anointed me to bring Good News to the poor.
He has sent me to proclaim that captives will be released,
that the blind will see,
that the oppressed will be set free,
and that the time of the Lord's favor has come.
(Jesus; Luke 4:18-19 [quoting Isaiah 61:1-2]; NLT)

May God Bless you!
May God Bless America!
May God Bless the world!

Blog Potato

I have a couple of friends—and one in particular—that I have harassed as being blog potatoes. I must confess that I have become a blog potato over the past six weeks. And it’s not that I haven’t wanted to post or had things to talk about. Rather, it has been my extremely busy schedule that has caused me to put posting on the back burner. In fact, I now have a new respect for those who post regularly. I am astonished by guys like Larry James who post daily. Larry is a phenomenal guy with phenomenal talents and compassion for the poor. He is extremely busy and how he manages to make the time to post something of note on his blog every day is simply beyond me.

So let me quickly update you on what has been going on over the past six weeks or so. I promise to try to get more details up with pictures next week.

July 23-28—Youth Camp at Crowley’s Ridge Youth Camp
July 29-August 4—Kids Count Camp (our annual day camp for kids 3-12 years old)
August 6—Nathan and Jenni Bills last day at Wonder City (leaving me as the lone minister at Wonder City currently)
August 11—Closed on our home and moved in (this does not count all the inspections and meeting we had prior to our closing)
August 17—School Store (our annual school supply giveaway for kids entering K-6th grades)
August 18-20—Took 3 days off and went to Chicago (Amy was there on a business trip since the 13th)
Augsut 20-24—My parents were in town (and really helped us get our new home in order!!!)

Then for the past two weeks I have been trying to catch up and clean off my desk. So, I hope that you will forgive the lack of posts over the past several weeks. In addition to these events, there are several stories that I want to pass along. So check this space regularly the next couple of weeks for updates.

Camp Fun

July 23 through August 5 were two very busy weeks for me and Wonder City. The first week was our annual youth camp and the second was our annual Kids Camp. Both weeks went very well.

During the week at youth camp, out teens spent time in Bible classes and worship learning about God’s Young Heroes. The last night of camp we offered an invitation allowing the teens an opportunity to respond to anyway that God has touched them through-out the week. Several teens took advantage and went and spoke to a counselor. Immediately after worship was over, one of our teens Kisha R. came to me and told me that she wanted to be baptized. Kisha has been coming to Wonder City longer than I have. I had no doubt that she knew the importance of the decision that she was making. We pushed back the rest of the evening’s schedule and I had the privilege of baptizing Kisha in the pool at camp. She called her mom and her mom was shouting “Hallelujah.” Kisha’s older brother was also at camp and as I took Kisha under the water he shouted out “Goodbye Kisha.” Both Kisha and her brother knew that Kisha was dying to herself and was asking God to live through her in that moment. Kisha in that moment became one of God’s young heroes. (Sadly, Kisha and Jonathon experienced a low in their life the very next day when their grandfather, who lived with them, passed away.)

Kids Camp also inspired many great stories. One kid always answered the question, “What do you have to do to go to heaven,” by responding, “Get bubbatized.” There were many kids at camp who used to attend Wonder City regularly with their parents but now for whatever reason their parents don’t come—so they don’t come. One of those is a 6 year old young girl that I have known since she was about 3. Every time I see her she would run to me and give me a hug, even though her family hasn’t been to church in over a year. On the last day of camp, all she wanted was a Bible. We give the kids several things to take home from camp, but all she wanted was a Bible. When she received her bag of stuff, she immediately tore into it looking for her Bible. (I now have a Bible to take to her.) She and her 2 older siblings who also attended Kids Camp were going to go home and ask their parents if they could start coming to church again.

Love for God and the desire to live for him—that is what both of these weeks of camp are about. Even if these two were the only ones who benefited from these camp (and believe me they were not) then they were worth it. These two weeks were stressful and tiring. But, I would do them all over again—in a heartbeat.

Just to let everyone know, with youth camp this week and kid's camp next week I will probably not get anything posted until the week of August 7th. Amy and I are also supposed to close on our house on July 31st. I will get posts up about both camps and our house ASAP.

God Bless

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Youth Camp

Sunday kicks off two solid weeks of camp. Immediately following church Sunday our teens will leave for MUM Youth Camp at Crowley’s Ridge Youth Camp between Jonesboro and Paragould, AR. For most of our teens this is the only time of the year they are able to leave the city. This is the only time they spend in the outdoors (other than their yards). It is a time to relax and leave the pressures of the city behind. For some of our youth camp is “home.” Several years ago one of the teens at camp said that for one week of the year he was at home, and the other fifty-one weeks he was “visiting.” Camp is a safe place for our teens. For that reason, and many others, every year I am ready to step up to the plate and give whatever it takes to make youth camp happen. Youth camp is too important.

This year’s theme for youth camp is “God’s Young Heroes.” We will be looking at the young people in Scripture that God used to accomplish his purposes. People like young Samuel, Josiah, a young David, Daniel, Timothy, Queen Esther, Ruth, and Mary. Our teens will hear that God still uses young people today to accomplish his purposes in this world. Our young people will hear that God will use them, IF they will let him.

Please pray for us at camp this week. Here is a list of specific items to pray for.

1. God will meet us at camp.
2. For our Directors and counselors—have patience with the teens and get needed rest.
3. For our teens—that they will hear God’s call on their life, will have fun, and have a positive attitude all week.