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Sunday, August 21, 2016

Little Hill United Methodist Church

Today we worshiped at Little Hill United Methodist Church, 2350 Magee Road, Ext., Sewickley, PA 15143, Pastor Tom Fodor.


Scripture – NIV

Psalm 37:1-40 –

Do not fret because of those who are evil or be envious of those who do wrong; for like the grass they will soon wither, like green plants they will soon die away.

Trust in the Lord and do good; dwell in the land and enjoy safe pasture. Take delight in the Lord, and he will give you the desires of your heart.

Commit your way to the Lord; trust in him and he will do this: He will make your righteous reward shine like the dawn, your vindication like the noonday sun.

Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for him; do not fret when people succeed in their ways, when they carry out their wicked schemes.

Refrain from anger and turn from wrath; do not fret—it leads only to evil. For those who are evil will be destroyed, but those who hope in the Lord will inherit the land.

A little while, and the wicked will be no more; though you look for them, they will not be found.

But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy peace and prosperity.

The wicked plot against the righteous and gnash their teeth at them; but the Lord laughs at the wicked, for he knows their day is coming.

The wicked draw the sword and bend the bow to bring down the poor and needy, to slay those whose ways are upright. But their swords will pierce their own hearts, and their bows will be broken.

Better the little that the righteous have than the wealth of many wicked; for the power of the wicked will be broken, but the Lord upholds the righteous.

The blameless spend their days under the Lord’s care, and their inheritance will endure forever. In times of disaster they will not wither; in days of famine they will enjoy plenty.

But the wicked will perish: Though the Lord’s enemies are like the flowers of the field, they will be consumed, they will go up in smoke.

The wicked borrow and do not repay, but the righteous give generously; those the Lord blesses will inherit the land, but those he curses will be destroyed.

The Lord makes firm the steps of the one who delights in him; though he may stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand.

I was young and now I am old, yet I have never seen the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread. They are always generous and lend freely; their children will be a blessing.

Turn from evil and do good; then you will dwell in the land forever. For the Lord loves the just and will not forsake his faithful ones.

Wrongdoers will be completely destroyed; the offspring of the wicked will perish. The righteous will inherit the land and dwell in it forever.

The mouths of the righteous utter wisdom, and their tongues speak what is just. The law of their God is in their hearts; their feet do not slip.

The wicked lie in wait for the righteous, intent on putting them to death; but the Lord will not leave them in the power of the wicked or let them be condemned when brought to trial.

Hope in the Lord and keep his way. He will exalt you to inherit the land; when the wicked are destroyed, you will see it.

I have seen a wicked and ruthless man flourishing like a luxuriant native tree, but he soon passed away and was no more; though I looked for him, he could not be found.

Consider the blameless, observe the upright; a future awaits those who seek peace. But all sinners will be destroyed; there will be no future for the wicked.

The salvation of the righteous comes from the Lord; he is their stronghold in time of trouble. The Lord helps them and delivers them; he delivers them from the wicked and saves them, because they take refuge in him.

Colossians 1:1-14 –

Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, and Timothy our brother,

To God’s holy people in Colossae, the faithful brothers and sisters in Christ: Grace and peace to you from God our Father.

We always thank God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, when we pray for you, because we have heard of your faith in Christ Jesus and of the love you have for all God’s people— the faith and love that spring from the hope stored up for you in heaven and about which you have already heard in the true message of the gospel that has come to you. In the same way, the gospel is bearing fruit and growing throughout the whole world—just as it has been doing among you since the day you heard it and truly understood God’s grace. You learned it from Epaphras, our dear fellow servant, who is a faithful minister of Christ on our behalf, and who also told us of your love in the Spirit.

For this reason, since the day we heard about you, we have not stopped praying for you. We continually ask God to fill you with the knowledge of his will through all the wisdom and understanding that the Spirit gives, so that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and giving joyful thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of his holy people in the kingdom of light. For he has rescued us from the dominion of darkness and brought us into the kingdom of the Son he loves, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins.


Bob’s thoughts:

I have felt led to revisit this church for a while, but we were headed elsewhere when a forgotten obligation delayed us so we opted to visit here.

We were early, the door was open, but we found no one in the sanctuary. The heat and humidity was somewhat oppressive and we decided to visit when it was cooler.

While driving aimlessly looking for a church, we came across what turned out to be a sister church and the pastor met us in the street. He explained this service was early but he was headed to Little Hill and we followed him back here.

We were greeted when we came in, there was a delightful breeze, the windows were open, and the ceiling fans running.

There is a large wooden cross on the wall; I didn’t notice any signage but everything else is downstairs or in the adjoining building.

The sermon, “A Life Well-Lived,” was supported by Scripture and I believe was God’s answer for me through the pastor who told of his aunt, at end of her life, saying “When I die, it will be like I never lived.”

The last of my mother’s sisters died last year, and I couldn’t remember a time when she seemed happy. She professed a faith in the Catholic Church, but none of us truly knows who believes in Christ.

I almost never smiled before Christ claimed me, though I don’t believe I realized it. During a particularly low point in my life, I was wearing a Christian shirt in public and a man chastised me, asking where was my smile to go with the shirt. I admit my reaction was not cordial, but the question later gave me pause to think, if we are only joyous when things are good, what kind of faith is that? Though it still takes a lot of effort, it is a necessary part of my message, part of a legacy of love.

The pastor quoted a comment on the valley of the shadow of death in Psalm 23, “You can’t have a shadow unless there is light.”

I enjoyed the pastor telling of being called to help someone with a flat tire late in the evening and how God used him in that situation. I always regret those times when I thought only of grumpy old me, then later realized I missed an opportunity for God to use me. It was all about and for God.

One man was so moved to meet a Marine that he had to have a hug, and others thanked me for my service. We also got to talk to a member who was facing rotator cuff surgery and, I hope, eased her fears somewhat.


Jan’s thoughts:

This morning we had a church in mind, and we arrived very early. We found no one in the sanctuary, but we noticed there was no air conditioning, all the windows were closed, and it was humid and stuffy which we both have trouble tolerating. So we decided to find another church.

As we left the parking lot, asking God to guide us to where He wanted us, we drove around some and found a little church we had not seen before. It looked like there were people inside, so we parked and as we approached we saw people leaving. So we got back into the truck and were prepared to continue our search when the pastor flagged us down. After identifying himself, he explained he was late getting to the other church he pastors, but that service would start soon and we were welcome to come there instead. Since he literally was just leaving, we followed him and his wife to their other church – the one we originally stopped at. By now the windows were open and there was a delightful breeze, and since this was apparently where God wanted us today, we stayed.

We were welcomed warmly, given directions to the restrooms, then quickly found seats as the service had just gotten underway.

The Joys and Concerns sounded very much like a family discussion of prayer needs, and I so appreciated singing one of my favorite old hymns, “A Mighty Fortress Is Our God.” The words hit home for me every time.

The message, entitled “A Life Well-Lived,” began with a story about the pastor’s aunt who, as she waited to die, commented, “When I die, it’ll be like I never lived.” The deeply haunting nature of this comment weighed heavily on his heart and he pondered it greatly, deciding that it came down to faith: the body dies, but love continues.

He told about a call he received the night before for assistance. He and a young policeman ended up waiting together for AAA to arrive, and as they waited, they talked. It was a talk between a young man who did not know how his life would work out and a man who had been there and could offer words of encouragement and hope, assuring the young man that people would come into his life and help him when he needed it. I couldn’t help but think that clearly God had placed this pastor exactly where he was needed most.

He concluded with a reminder to seize the opportunities we are given and asked, “Are we listening?”


Our prayer for this church:
Lord, we pray Your people in this church experience a life well lived and know joy in serving You. Amen.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Little Hill United Methodist Church

Today we worshiped at Little Hill United Methodist Church, 2350 Magee Road Ext., Sewickley, PA 15143, 412.741.4920, www.littlehill.org, Rev. Dennis L. Bouch, Pastor.

Scripture – John 10:11-18:

“I am the good shepherd. The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep. The hired hand is not the shepherd who owns the sheep. So when he sees the wolf coming, he abandons the sheep and runs away. Then the wolf attacks the flock and scatters it.

The man runs away because he is a hired hand and cares nothing for the sheep.

“I am the good shepherd; I know my sheep and my sheep know me – just as the Father knows me and I know the Father – and I lay down my life for the sheep. I have other sheep that are not of this sheep pen. I must bring them also. They too will listen to my voice, and there shall be one flock and one shepherd. The reason my Father loves me is that I lay down my life – only to take it up again.

No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have authority to lay it down and authority to take it up again. This command I received from my Father.”


Bob’s thoughts:

It is always interesting to see where God leads us. Jan passes this church on her commute and we wondered when we would be led here.

The Sanctuary is one room with steps in the rear to the basement, but it still would have helped to have signage. We were early and had time to explore a bit.

We were greeted when we walked in by a woman preparing things in the Chancel area, and she later checked with us downstairs to see if we needed anything.

When we sat down in the Sanctuary everyone coming in sat on the other side, but then a woman with her grandson sat in front of us and introduced us to everyone who came by. She was a real ambassador of the church.

The shared pastor for this 150-year-old church has seen attendance double since he started in August. It was a bonus for me to find out the pastor is a Marine.

The Sanctuary is nicely decorated with a large cross and fine stained glass.

A woman mentioned being at a function where they gave away crock pots as a come-on. When she described the crowds, there was some discussion of using crock pots as an evangelism tool.

I was pleased when it was time to share joys and concerns that a lot of joys were mentioned. We are always quick with concerns but frequently overlook the joys.

The sermon was built around this being Good Shepherd Sunday. The pastor did well guiding the congregation through the message, ending with some good thoughts on the demands of listening and the great rewards of being heard.


Jan’s thoughts:

I drive past this church on my daily commute, but today God led us here. It is indeed on top of a small hill (small for Pittsburgh, anyway) and exhibits a lovely pastoral setting.

We arrived fairly early and were greeted by the only other person there, and after a brief self-guided tour we waited in the Sanctuary until others arrived. The woman who sat directly in front of us introduced us to numerous people as they stopped to greet her. Many others welcomed us during the greeting time.

We learned that the church is 150 years old, and the current pastor has been there since August. Membership at that time was at 17 but has now risen to around 38.

The message, entitled “Listen!” was based on John 10:11-18. He stated that shepherds were often mentioned by Jesus in His teachings, and that the shepherd is a metaphor for Jesus. Jesus calls us distinctively and personally and He wants us to be who He created us to be. However we must consciously choose to listen. Truly listening – to anyone, including Christ – demands a lot, but listening is the foundation of discipleship, and listening to Jesus always enriches us.

The pastor pointed out that true listening leaves us open to change. The noise of the world disguises the real music, however Jesus never gives up and there is no situation where He does not speak. (I particularly appreciated that reminder.)

A vital point was that the more we listen – the true listening that leads to obedience – the better we learn to hear.

This sermon struck a nerve with me. I have an ear condition called Superior Canal Dehiscence, which means that sometimes I am unable to hear well, and if I speak too loudly I become dizzy. Listening is just a bit more challenging for some. But it has forced me to be quiet in some ways also. As with any sensory loss, other senses can be heightened to compensate, and I believe my spiritual ears are better than my physical ears. I choose to view this as a blessing that has forced me to shut out some of the noise of the world.

Obeying, of course, is another issue…my free will is intact so, like all believers, I still struggle with this part of the equation.

I must say though, that based on the way my husband listened to me at lunch, he heard this sermon.


Our prayer for this church:

Father, As this congregation works to discern and obey Your lead, we pray that You will provide continued spiritual and numerical growth for this church. We ask that You open their eyes to missional needs that You wish them to embrace and that You continue to bless this pastor as he leads Your flock. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.