Our Press Releases

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Are you as good at fooling yourself as I am?  It’s not just those in Washington who have a knack for rationalization.  We all come by it honestly.  Remember the famous lines from our forebears?  Adam said, “The woman you gave me gave me the fruit.”  Eve added, “The serpent beguiled me.”  And we’ve been at it ever since.  So we do have an excuse for our excuses!

Now we’ve been perfecting the subtleties of the art for eons.  “My schedule won’t allow me....”  “Later, when (choose one) I’m out of school, the children are older, my career is more settled, we’re retired....”  “This (choose again) new office, house, job, boat has really been keeping me busy....”  And we learn so young – “Mom!  My glass fell over again!”

I hear lots of excuses.  Somehow just seeing a minister makes people feel the need to spill forth with excuses.  Usually they’re offering reasons for why they weren’t in worship last Sunday.  Most of their reasons sound fine to me.  It’s hard for me to separate the truth from the half-truth from the baloney.  And actually, it looks to me as if it is equally hard for the person speaking.  We human beings are masters at self-deception.  We really do believe our own press releases. 

So I’d like to suggest an exercise that’s helped me cut through my own baloney.  Whenever you find yourself working hard on a “press release,” try saying the same thing to God.  Whether an excuse stands or falls depends in large part on to whom we are speaking.  For example, we don’t have to trot out our Grade A excuses in order to fool six year olds.  They'll believe almost anything we tell them.  But God wasn’t born just yesterday.  He’s a bit harder to fool.

In my imagination I can see Adam and Eve offering their excuses to God.  They began their sentences with a sure sound and no little volume.  But the very difficulty of lying to God’s face caused their voices to trail off, and their eyes to fall to the ground, so that by the end of their nonsense they were merely mumbling. 

Find a friend who doesn’t mind telling you the truth about yourself.  But do more.  In prayer look God straight in the face, and offer him your thoughts on a particular decision.  If you can do so without gulping, you might well be on the right track. 

No foolin’!

Keith

Wild Goose Chase

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Does God speak to us today?  The testimony of the scripture has been borne out in my own experience:  indeed he does.  Occasionally he bowls us over with a visionary experience or an audible voice.  But most of the time he speaks in a way that only a faith-enlivened attentiveness recognizes.

Chic Silver told me about such an experience earlier this week.  He is preparing to go with our group to Kazakhstan, to visit Interlink, our ministry there with orphans.  As he was praying about what he is to do there, he felt a warm sense of God’s presence, and had the impression that he is to spend his time in Shymkent with Dr. Laurie, one of our ministry partners.  About that time he looked out the window and four geese flew over.

Geese?  And the point is what?...  Several months before Chic had read about how the early Celtic Christians thought of the Holy Spirit not as a dove, but as a wild goose.  Chic said he’d been pondering on how you can’t tame wild geese, but if you listen to their haunting call, they’ll take you on an adventure.  One day, when he had first read about the wild goose image, he was running late to catch a flight at Chicago’s O’Hare Airport.  He offered one of those quick prayers that airports inspire, “Lord, please help me make my flight,” and just then he saw a goose fly over his head.  You guessed it, the plane was delayed just enough for him to make his flight.  And he’s had an eye out for wild geese ever since! 

Call it coincidence if you will.  All I know is that God is into coincidences.  The Anglican Archbishop William Temple once said, “When I pray coincidences happen, and when I don’t they don’t.”

I like the image of the wild goose.  The Spirit is anything but tame, and yet he is faithful to give us some signs along the way.  A chase to follow God’s promptings, complete with such signs – that is an adventure worth pursuing.  And it gives a whole new meaning to “wild goose chase” – from a chase with no purpose, to a chase with high purpose.  When our team returns from Kazakhstan, I’ll be eager to hear how the chase played out – and whether there were any “goose” sightings.

Blessings,

Keith  

Blue Devils Bedevil

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I was disgusted when I saw the headline – “Blue Devils Beat Butler.”  I had hoped Butler’s David would slay Duke’s Goliath, but such was not to be.  Apparently I was not alone in that sentiment, and not just because Butler was the underdog.  Leading up to the big game several sports commentators described Duke as the team people love to hate.  Why?  I’m not sure.  I knew I didn’t like them, but I didn’t know I had so much company.

All of which has gotten me to thinking about my sports passions.  I hate to admit it, but the Blue Devils have much to admire.  Coach K is a class guy who has produced excellent teams for years.  He’s now led his team to four championships, and he’s done so while enabling his players to graduate – a rare combination.

So when did I begin to scorn Duke?  I don’t know.  And why?  I don’t know.  I’ve told myself that I couldn’t pull for a team supported by the smug, self-important, rich kids that fill their stands.  But that description fit me exactly when I was courtside as a freshman at Vandy as they won the S.E.C. championship.  And I can still be pretty smug and self-important when “my” team wins.

For some of my loyalties I can identify roots:  they were the home teams where I grew up, or they had heroic coaches or players.  Thus I’ve always pulled for the Alabama and Texas football teams, the Dallas Cowboys, UNC basketball, and the Atlanta Braves.  But I have villains to match my heroes – the Yankees, Notre Dame, Duke, and the Oakland Raiders.  And when I ask myself why they’re the villains in my sports dramas, I don’t know for sure.

Hmmm.  I want to think about this some more.  I don’t want to take this too seriously.  Sports should simply be fun.  They’re not made to be platforms for meaning of any import.  So I expect that I’ll continue to indulge myself in most and least favorite teams. 

But I do want to take seriously the Lord’s warnings about holding others in contempt.  (See Mt 5:21-26.)  In some recent sermons I’ve touched upon how such contempt is poisoning our political scene these days.  But I think I’d be well advised to ponder on the roots of a similar contempt in my own heart.  Seeking understanding in an arena that doesn’t really matter might enlighten me in some that do.  So the Blue Devils bedevil me in more than just basketball!

Regardless, congrats Coach K!

Keith

Our Dysfunctional Family

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It’s a sentiment I’ve heard many times:  “when I joined St. Giles, I joined St. Giles, not the Presbyterian Church (USA).  So I heard again last night at the Elders training meeting.  It’s a sentiment I frequently share, especially considering how dysfunctional our larger Church family is.

When we marry we do so for the love of our spouse.  But with our spouse comes a family, with all of the attendant banes and blessings.  It takes a while to sort the banes and blessings of this new family.  Likewise, it takes a while for the family to sort out the banes and blessings we brought with us into the family.  But over time we realize what we’ve gotten ourselves into.

God uses families.  It’s obvious how he uses the blessings.  Less apparent is how he uses even the banes.  This is not to say that bane is blessing.  There are healthy and unhealthy patterns of family life.  But it is to affirm that God is so powerful that he can bend even banes into blessings, a la Romans 8:28.  As he does, he uses the family to shape us, and us to shape the family, to the good of all.

So it is with our extended Church family, the PCUSA.  Through God’s providence, our immediate Church family, St. Giles, is joined with an extended family that comes with both bane and blessing.  And, of course, we’ve brought some of both into the union ourselves.  As with our “family family,” so with our “Church family” – it’s an area where God does his reforming work both in us and through us.

May God use us with our larger Church family, even as he uses them with us – and all to his glory!

Blessings,

Keith

Simple Truth

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God so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but have eternal life.

If you were to pick a verse to summarize the good news of our approaching Holy Week celebration, which verse would you choose?  Many would choose the verse above, John 3:16.  It is about as basic as our faith gets.  Yet at the same time it expresses some central mysteries of our faith.

Often we think of “the basics” as something we do so that we can move on to more advanced levels.  We begin with basic grammar so that we can move on to competent writing; with basic math so that we can move on to calculus; with basic science so that we can move on to chemistry.  But the basics are not lost – they are just assumed.  For example, one cannot solve a problem using a derivative equation without the assumptions of basic math.

So it is with our faith.  We begin with the basic understanding that God so loved..., only we never really move beyond that.  We go on to study complex issues:  theological questions about the nature of God and humanity, and ethical questions about war, abortion, and so on.  Sometimes the complexity of such matters causes us to lose our awareness of the basics.  But if faith is a component of our understanding, then we can never move far from those basic truths.

In fact, one factor that persuades me of the truth of Christianity is that its deepest mysteries are found in its simplest truths.  It is not as if we ever move beyond John 3:16.  We need not, for it holds both enough mystery for a lifetime of pondering, and enough good news to make life worth living.  Thanks be to God!

Simply thinking,

Keith

Living Stones in a Rocky Land

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It’s great to be home from our Holy Land pilgrimage.  Thanks for your prayers.

We called it the “Stones and Living Stones Pilgrimage,” because our intention was to encounter not only the archaeological “stones” of the biblical era, but also the “living stones” of the land – i.e., our Christian sisters and brothers (see 1 Peter 2).  When I went to the Holy Land for the first time in 1995, I met only the stones, and determined that it was a shame to miss the very living stones who abide in the land that originated such living stones in the first place.  And now, having been several times, the stones are familiar, but the living stones continue to fascinate.

The Holy Land is a tough place to be a Christian.  Life is hard there for all Palestinians, but in addition to being on the downside of the Israeli-Palestinian conflict, Palestinian Christians also suffer at the hands of the majority Muslim population, many leaders of which are increasingly militant.  Thus the Christian population is shrinking dramatically, particularly as young Palestinians go abroad to study (their university opportunities at home are severely limited), discover how good life can be abroad, and stay.  I hear that Messianic Jews also find life hard there, but I’ve not yet gotten to know any of them.

Here are some of the living stones we met (without names or exact descriptions, lest this internet posting inadvertently make life even harder).  The first Christian we met is a young man who runs a school for Christian, Muslim, Druze, and Jewish children.  These kids actually grow to like each other, giving promise of a rising generation that will be less divided.  But we found the young man himself to be so full of bitterness at how the Palestinians are treated that he gives a mixed message – idealism paired with seething anger.  The mixed message that arises from his mixed heart makes me wonder about the overall effect on the children, and about the future of his ministry.

We also met a 70ish couple in a mid-sized town.  He is the pastor of the church where we worshiped, and she plainly has an important part of the ministry there.  We asked them how life is for them there.  She told us that it is very hard, for the reasons stated above.  Indeed, their own children have moved to the U.S., but they feel called to stay and minister there.  They glowed with the presence and power of the Holy Spirit, and with the joy that comes with being where one is called to be – even if it is a hard place.

There were others, but that gives you an idea of the sorts of living stones we met.  Just like the living stones here, some are saintly, some are struggling, and all are worthy of our prayer support.  With Psalm 122’s direction, we will “pray for the peace of Jerusalem,” and especially for those living stones whom God is using there.

Bless ‘em Lord!

Keith

The Land of New Vision

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Tomorrow we head to the Holy Land.  That means today is a scramble.  But in the midst of the rush I’m starting to meditate on this pilgrimage, and what the Lord might do with our crew of 32.

Traveling abroad is exciting.  It’s fun to see how people do life differently in other places.  Housing, meals, traffic patterns, schedules, commerce, TV – you name it, it’s amazing how such ordinary pieces of life can vary.  It’s that variance that gives us new eyes for how life works here too.

That travel benefit takes on a different flavor in the Holy Land.  People commonly refer to such trips as a “pilgrimage,” and not simply as a tour.  We tour London; we take a pilgrimage to Jerusalem.

Why?  I think it’s the new eyes we gain for what matters most.  There’s something about seeing the topography and flora of the land that fills in the sketches of imagination as one reads the scripture.  That’s a great gift.  Archaeological sites do the same, as one sees the size and shape of biblical era buildings and walls.  And of course such sights bring a sense of awe – “Wow, Jesus walked here,” and so on.

But it’s not just new eyes for the scripture stories.  It’s new eyes for the wide variety of Jesus’ followers. Visiting the shrines at the various holy places, with their gold gilt, incense, and multi-lingual crowds of pilgrims, expands one’s view of the church.  Considering the decline of the church in western culture and its ascendancy in the developing world, that’s the very sort of vision we need.

And then there are the eyes one gains in the Holy Land for how desperately our world needs a Savior.  You can’t ride alongside of the security wall, pass through check points, see machine guns everywhere, and read the dueling graffiti, without being well instructed in just how difficult it is to make peace in that land.  If the Prince of Peace is not in the middle of it, it can’t happen. 

Of course you don’t have to go to the Holy Land to see examples of how much we all need the Prince of Peace.  Look around.  And while you’re at it, pray for the peace of Jerusalem.  There will be some pilgrims there praying for you.

Blessings,

Keith

Wise as Serpents...

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Here’s some wisdom for living from some youngsters.  “Never trust a dog to watch your food.” (Patrick, age 10)  “When you want something expensive, ask your grandparents.” (Matt, age 12)  “Never smart off to a teacher whose eyes and ears are twitching.” (Andy, age 9)  “Never try to hide a piece of broccoli in your milk.” (Rosemary, age 7)  “Don’t flush the toilet when your dad’s in the shower.” (Lamar, age 10)  “When your dad is mad and asks you, ‘Do I look stupid?’ don’t answer him.” (Heather, age 16)  “When you get a bad grade, show it to your mom when she’s on the phone.” (Alyesha, age 13)

Is that not the way the world works?  With some bumps and bruises along the way, these youngsters have already learned that it’s well to understand how things work around here.

So Jesus observed when he told his disciples to “be wise as serpents.”  The world can be a harsh place, and it is well to understand how it works. 

But Jesus wants more of us than shrewdness.  So to his “serpent” directive he added another, that we’re to be “innocent as doves.”  It seems an odd pairing:  “wise as serpents, and innocent as doves.”  But Jesus knew that shrewdness and scheming are not the same thing.  We can know the ways of the world without living by the values of the world.

Jesus wants us to be effective – wise as serpents.  So study up.  Observe the world around you and what’s current in the culture.  But know that Jesus wants you to be effective for him – innocent as doves.  Such character is formed in us by God, as we are presented to him through the various disciplines of the faith, such as worship, study, prayer, fellowship, and service.

God’s intention with you is to do worldly-wise one better. 

May it be so!

Keith

Hungering

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From time to time someone will ask me about fasting.  “Why fast?  And if so, how?”  With Lent commencing this week, fasting comes to mind.

It’s strange that fasting is strange.  Fasting was both assumed and common through most centuries of the church’s life.  Now it is neither.  What is common is the assumption that desires are to be satisfied immediately, and the expectation that every meal should be a feast.  Few of history’s kings feasted as sumptuously as we dine daily.  And yet our prompt and plentiful platters have not fully satisfied our hungers.  Thus the questions about fasting.  And thus the attention Jesus gave to the Old Testament wisdom that “one does not live by bread alone.”

Fasting is a means of giving attention to a deeper hunger by shunning the satisfaction of a lesser hunger.  It is that deeper hunger which engages us more intently in our prayer conversations with God.  However it is that body and soul are wired together, the satisfaction of physical hunger often quells spiritual hunger as well.  Conversely, shunning physical hunger for a season serves to enhance spiritual hunger in ways that earnest efforts alone cannot.

How does one fast?  Begin by asking your doctor if it is safe for you.  If so, then start small.  Skip lunch and pray once a week.  Then build from there.  Try a day long fast (not from liquids!) and use some of that mealtime for additional prayer.  See what you learn.  And fill out your learnings by studying some master writers on such things.  I suggest Richard Foster’s Celebration of Discipline or Dallas Willard’s Spirit of the Disciplines.

We are entering the season of Lent, a time when Christians have traditionally given extra attention to various spiritual disciplines which posture us in readiness for God’s transforming work in our lives.  Fasting is just such a discipline, and the feasting of Easter is well-prepared thereby!

Hungering for something more,

Keith

The Master's Calendar

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Do you remember the “Oracle of Delphi”?  Here’s how it worked:  a priestess sat on a tripod seat over a fissure which emitted vapors from deep within the earth.  As she breathed the vapors she would fall into a trance, and would ramble and rave.  Priests would record her words and then convert them into poetry, which would then be given as oracles to the inquirers.

Our oracles work differently.  Barometers, thermometers, and high altitude wind gauges breathe the vapors and then speak forth data, which “priestly” computers convert into weather prediction oracles.  I doubt that the Delphi Oracle hit it right very often.  But the local weather oracles have been amazingly accurate, especially considering the complicated weather systems that have been blowing through.

I wish they had been wrong!  But because they have been right about snow over and over (and over and over), we’ve had to adapt our church and personal calendars over and over and….  We’re long past Plan B, and on to at least Plan E or F by now. 

As I was mulling over this week’s weather oracles and a possible Plan F, I thought of James’ little reminder (4:13-15, from The Message):  And now I have a word for you who brashly announce, “Today—at the latest, tomorrow—we’re off to such and such a city for the year. We’re going to start a business and make a lot of money.”  You don’t know the first thing about tomorrow. You’re nothing but a wisp of fog, catching a brief bit of sun before disappearing.  Instead, make it a habit to say, “If the Master wills it and we’re still alive, we’ll do this or that.”

The weather oracle helps us make a Plan F.  But Plan F will happen only if the Master wills it.  So, whether or not the weather oracle is right and Plan F actually happens, is truly secondary.  I’ll take the Master’s certainty over mine any day.

Blessings,

Keith

Snow Daze

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Wow – 10 to 14 inches of snow last weekend, and more predicted for next weekend!  Maybe this will be one of those legendary winters we tell our grandchildren about.  And it looks like exaggeration won’t even be necessary.

We transcend so many of life’s finitude fences.  We leap over distances in cars and jets, over fatigue with stimulants, over time limits with multi-tasking, over language barriers with translation software, and over information obstacles with Google. 

But we don’t leap over snow.  A formidable finitude fence rises one tiny flake at a time.  It’s a fence we cannot leap – at least not in Richmond.  Our northern neighbors leap more readily, but even they are slowed down.

Once the snow “fence” has gone up, we all must decide:  should we stay within its confines or dig our way out?  For me, the decision was specified as, “should we have Sunday morning activities or not?”  After watching a jillion weather reports and talking with several folks, I decided we would go for a scaled back Sunday morning – 11 o’clock service only.  Later, as I watched the ticker of cancellations, I saw that we were one of only seven churches meeting for some sort of service.  So a few churches dug through, but the vast majority decided the better part of wisdom was to sit tight.

Digging through is exactly what we did.  John Korman organized several good guys to come and shovel paths.  I suspect his invitation was tempting as an escape from the cabin confines.  Then 63 adventuresome souls came for worship.  It was a delightful service.  We baptized Carter Schumacher, and the praise was especially sweet.  I guess there is something about the extra effort to come that prepares the heart.

What we’ll do next weekend, I don’t know.  Shoveling through the barrier was an adventure once.  Next time the feeling of adventure will be harder to come by.  Stay tuned.  If we’re canceling, we will again notify by multiple means.

You all have faced the same challenges this week as you’ve decided whether to dare digging out and going to work, school, etc.  However soon we venture forth, these snow days serve as one of God’s periodic reminders that our capacity to transcend life’s limits is always tentative.  Whether sitting tight or venturing forth, look to him.  He has gifts for you in the midst of these snow days snow daze.

Blessings,

Keith

Mirth

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We’ve all been around someone who is slow to catch jokes.  While everyone else laughs, he or she looks around with puzzlement, or tee-hees nervously to keep from being obvious.  Such folks add to the delight of the moment, for when the humor finally penetrates their innocent sincerity, they typically laugh loudest of all – which multiplies the mirth.  The “Oh, I get it now” moment is often even funnier than the original amusement.

G.K. Chesterton wrote, “I’ve often thought that the gigantic secret of God is mirth.”  It’s a secret not because it is hidden, but because we don’t get it – which is funny in itself!  And we’re definitely not missing the punch-line because of an innocent sincerity.  It has more to do with taking ourselves too seriously, which inevitably veils us with grimness.

One of the gospel’s great gifts is the “Oh, I get it!” moment, when Jesus removes the veil.  Then we begin to see life as it really is – both tragic and funny, the latter spinning forth from this gigantic secret of the Master of Mirth.

And part of the joke is that the secret’s been in plain sight all along!  Look at the mirth in the creation around us.  For slapstick behold the platypus, porcupine, and skunk. For the farcical consider the arrogant Siamese cat or the ferocious Chihuahua.  Then for absurdity, check out the elephant and the donkey.  (And by the way, could there be any better symbols for political parties who take themselves ever so seriously?)

After laughing with creation, look to the center of the good news.  When humanity had soured God’s mirthful world, God’s response was to send his Son.  To Nazareth?  Are you kidding?  Picking twelve clowns as disciples?  What kind of slapstick is this?  Who alone brings salvation, and yet is rejected?  This comedy can be very dark.  Whose murder provides life?  Ha!  Who now conveys this great good news through the church?  Ha!  Ha!

Could it be that heaven’s mirth grows yet more gigantic when one of us who hasn’t gotten it finally does?  Indeed it does.  It’s not just “hallelujah” up there, but the profoundly silly children’s song, “Ha!  Ha!  Ha-llelujah!”

Get it?

Keith

Learning to Tell the Difference

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Webster’s Dictionary defines “wisdom” as “accumulated philosophic or scientific learning; insight; and good sense.”  Good enough.  But what it all boils down to is the ability to tell the difference.  We make dozens of choices daily between good and evil, greater and lesser, and so on.  The trouble is, it’s not always easy to tell the difference.  That’s where we need wisdom.

For example, we need wisdom to tell the difference between:  feasting and glutting; greed and prudence; faith and credulity; rest and laziness; drive and driven-ness; luxury and necessity; frankness and brutality; gentle words and insincerity; righteous indignation and self-important rage; true patriotism and blind loyalty; political posturing and high ideals; the preservation of tradition and the fear of change; genuine tolerance and moral laxity; the call of God and the call of ambition; zeal and fanaticism; stubbornness and persistence; pride and self-respect; assertiveness and selfishness; hope and fantasy; indulgence and forgiveness; busyness and vocation; the enduring and the temporal; the valuable and the expensive; justice and charity; and paradox and contradiction. 

Wisdom is not the exclusive preserve of religious gurus or PhD’s.  It is a gift of God, available to all who follow Jesus.  Thus James boldly promises:  “If any of you is lacking in wisdom, ask God, who gives to all generously and ungrudgingly, and it will be given you.”  What greater gift could God give than a wisdom which can tell the difference? 

But unlike pudding, there are no instant versions.  Thus, with our wisdom always incomplete, we inevitably make mistakes.  But that’s okay, for God does not require that we be wise, just that we be wising up.  He is able to capture up even our foolish mistakes into his plan to teach us his kind of wisdom.  Our part is to be willing and attentive students. 

Wise up, O men of God,

Keith

You Had to Be There

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Have you ever been telling someone about some hysterical event, only to realize in mid-telling it that it’s no longer funny?  Such realizations usually end with the explanation, “Well, I guess you had to be there.”

Context counts.  We understand that readily enough with humor.  The Aggie jokes they tell in Texas don’t elicit many laughs here in Virginia – unless you tell them as West Virginia jokes.

Context counts in worship too.  You can tell someone about a song you sung or a sermon you heard, but it usually leads to the same blank stare that greets a joke out of context.  You have to be there.  As wonderful as audio and video recordings are, they don’t even come close to capturing the reality of worship.

Why?  Hearing words is one thing.  But it’s another thing entirely to hear those words together with the people to whom you have been joined by God’s calling, and with whom you have shared much joy and sorrow.  Hearing music recorded in a service is one thing.  Experiencing such music with your partners in faith is another altogether. 

Besides, the most important element of worship cannot be recorded at all:  it is the presence of God.  He shows up for worship in ways that are never predictable, nor even fully describable.  But his presence is always life-giving.  Yes, God is present everywhere, but his presence becomes dynamic when the Spirit joins us in worship.

“Well, I guess you had to be there.”  We won’t try to explain last Sunday.  We’ll just invite you to join with us this Sunday! 

See you then!

Keith

Names and The Name

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What a joy!  I had the privilege of baptizing my grandson on December 27.  That’s Hilton Robert Sherrard in the picture with me, freshly baptized.

Part of the baptismal ritual is the naming of the child.  I felt a bit silly asking Lindsay and Matt for Hilton’s name.  And yet it was important for them to speak his name, for it was about to be paired with The Name, and as the ones who had named Hilton, it was well that they named him then and there.

People choose names for lots of reasons – they like the sound, or they admire someone of the same name (either famous to all or familiar to the parents), or they value the meaning of a name.  Some choose family names.  So it is for Hilton Robert, his maternal grandmother’s family name, and his paternal grandfather’s given name.  I like that – he’s unique, yet rooted.

All of which is fine.  But his name is now all the richer with promise because it has been paired with The Name:  “Hilton Robert Sherrard, I baptize you in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”  Far more important than family roots is a rootedness in the One who is his Creator, Redeemer, and Sustainer. 

Sometimes we talk about someone “living up to his name.”  Hilton Robert Sherrard is a moniker worthy of such pursuit.  But it’s not enough to build a life around.  The Name is enough – more than enough.  Hilton’s identity and purpose will be found in the pairing of his name and The Name – along with the power to fill out his identity and pursue his purpose.  All of this and more was signified in just a few seconds in his baptism.  God does very big things in very simple ways.

How about your name?  How were you named?  What does it mean?  Whatever the meaning of your name, its pairing with The Name now gives a promise far greater than your parents could ever have imagined when they first dreamed up your name.

Here’s to Hilton,

Keith