To
Timothy, my dear son:
Grace,
mercy and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.
I
thank God, whom I serve, as my forefathers did, with a clear conscience, as
night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers. Recalling your tears, I
log to see you, so that I may be filled with joy. I have been reminded of your
sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother
Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also. For this reason I remind you
to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my
hands.
For
God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of
self-discipline.
So
do not be ashamed to testify about our Lord, or ashamed of me his prisoner. But
join with me in suffering for the gospel, by the power of God,…
We
did find the church we had planned to visit but the service started at least a
half hour earlier than the website indicated. They were also miles from where the
online map and the GPS said they should be. We were early for the church we
passed on our travel and stayed there for worship.
We
were warmly welcomed by a number of people, and most asked where we were from.
We sat in on an adult Bible study where quite a few adults were in attendance
and actively checking Scripture with the leader. The speaker made mention of
men crying or not over various stimuli, and I was hoping to catch him after the
service to tell him that as a Marine I don’t cry but at times my eyes sweat
profusely.
I
was disappointed not to find a cross in the sanctuary and somewhat surprised to
find an all male choir, joined later by five brass horns. I don’t know if that
is the norm or special for Labor Day.
There
was a bittersweet solo rendition of “It Is Well with My Soul.” A beautiful
delivery of a song sung at church the day after our son’s death.
The
message was delivered by a visiting pastor and dealt with our complacency in
our faith and being faithful servants. The speaker introduced the concepts with
a personal story and developed the sermon with numerous Scriptural references. It
was good to hear the concerns of spiritual warfare addressed. We tend to want
to avoid hearing about or talking about the Devil. The congregation seemed to
be receptive.
This
was one of those mornings full of adventure…we headed to a particular church,
even using the GPS this time. And when GPS said we were arriving, it turned out
to be an auto repair shop. So we drove, asking God to lead us to where He
wanted us to be today. We found the church we originally planned to attend, even
thinking we were early, but when we walked in they were already partway through
the sermon. So instead we returned to a church we had passed on the way.
We
were greeted the moment we walked in; we decided to tour the facility and
encountered a friendly couple. The husband had served in the Army in Vietnam,
so he and Bob talked some while his wife and I chatted.
Following
our brief tour, we went back upstairs and, after being greeted by a few more
folks, decided to sit in the sanctuary during the adult Sunday school. We
hesitated even after three invitations as we didn’t want to interrupt, but it
was an interesting presentation by a member who is a police officer who spoke
to the issue of how he reconciles his faith with the requirements of his job.
I
couldn’t help but notice that the choir was comprised of 12 men and no women,
and they sounded amazing when they sang “Rise Up, O Men of God.” For their
marvelous presentation of “Abide with Me” they were accompanied by two trumpets
and three trombones. The other musical joy was a solo of “It Is Well with My
Soul.”
The
guest preacher was a friend of the congregation, Pastor Kerry Allen, who
currently serves Fox River Baptist Church, Aurora, IL.
The
message began and ended with the observation that we often forget we are
fighting a spiritual battle. Among his excellent points: the Bible is the source
God uses to energize us for the battle; we are continually given strength for
the battle…we are not required to pull ourselves up by our bootstraps; the world
hates God and it hates us, and there is supposed to be something different
enough about us for the world to hate us; our personal battle is not lost as
long as we struggle against the desires of our flesh.
An
assertion I found fascinating was that David danced before the Ark when it was
returned to its rightful home, but after his affair with Bathsheba he did not
dance again. The implication was that that sin was a defining event in David’s
life that removed the spontaneous joy from his relationship with God. How truly
sad to think of that.
I
totally agree with his statements, though. All who walk this earth most
definitely are in the midst of a spiritual battle, and we do tend to forget
this. We get caught up in the demands of life, in the desires of our flesh (not
only fleshly desires, but those too), and we forget that Satan is constantly
working to erode our relationship with God. We work hard to be liked by those who
hate God and to be strong in our own strength. We need to cease being afraid of
the things the world tells us to fear and turn our weak, helpless, blind selves
toward the God Who loves us, Who fights for us, and Who has already made a way
for us to spend everlasting life with Him. We need to seek and accept His power
through His Word on a daily basis. In Him, the battle is already won.
Dear Lord, remind us all that “it is a war out there.” Continue to guide and reassure us in resisting the demons that so easily draw us away from You; strengthen our resolve in You. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.
1 comment:
I go to Community bible church and have so for almost 20 years the all male choir was a special event for that song. We have a woman's choir and male and mixed as well as the brass section if you want to call it that. Sorry cant do anything about the GPS, the church hasn't been moved in 40 + years LOL.
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