Well, I wasn’t expecting that!

You all surprise me all the time with your love and generosity. Whether it’s Pastor’s Appreciation month in October, staff love offerings in December or any of the numerous expressions of your love throughout the year — and that’s on top of your generous giving to the missions and ministries of the church — you absolutely outdo yourselves!

Forty years. That’s how long Israel wandered in the wilderness. Forty years. Life begins at 40. Forty years. There’s something about that number . . . 

This past Monday marked my 40th year in ministry. Isn’t that crazy? I know. I don’t look that old. 

Every Sunday is important for the life of our congregation. In Sunday’s text, we saw how Jesus went to the synagogue every Sabbath. If it was important for Jesus, therefore . . . you fill in the rest! 

I’m not a beach person. Those of you who are . . . you are welcome to it! Too much sand. Too much salt. Too many people. . . 

For some, Monday’s inauguration was the beginning of a “golden age.” For others, it was the beginning of the dark ages. Some friends of mine were drinking champagne during the inauguration; others were sitting with their blinds drawn, watching reruns of Friends (at least that’s what they were saying on social media). 

I don’t know why I didn’t have at least one friend of mine say “Sane people don’t remodel their kitchen in December.” You’d think someone would care enough! Advent/Christmas is busy enough without adding the stress of having your house in construction chaos!

I was stupidly optimistic. When I started this in mid-November, I thought I’d have it finished in time for the progressive dinner and we’d have the dessert course at my house. 

I should have known better. 

My first week of full-time ministry was Valentine’s week back in 1985 (yes, 40 years ago this year!). It was supposed to start several weeks earlier, but I came down with the flu.

So I postponed starting.

“Rabbit! Rabbit!”
— Pastor Terry on January 1. 

Happy New Year! And . . . Merry Christmas! (it’s only the 8th day – you have 4 more days to celebrate!).

I love the traditions around the New Year. Growing up in the South, we always had some sort of greens along with black-eyed peas and hog jowl on New Year’s Day. Later on, while living in Kentucky, I had some Yankee friends who introduced me to Corned Beef and cabbage for New Years, so that’s been part of the menu ever since. 

Merry Christmas! 

Well, it’s here! As the song says, “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.” I hope you, your family and your friends make the most of every moment — and remember, this is just Day 1 . . . you have 11 more to go! 

“Scrooge was better than his word. He did it all, and infinitely more; and to Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, he was a second father. He became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man as the good old City knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough in the good old world.”

Many of you met my friends from Texas this past weekend, Boyce and Melodie. When Boyce walked into Christ Church he said, “Well, this is obviously a sanctuary!” 

Yes, it is. 

When my folks got married, my mom didn’t know how to cook. She bought a Better Homes and Gardens cookbook and a Good Housekeeping cookbook and became a terrific cook! Especially her desserts. No one could touch either her coconut cake or her pecan pie (although my sister-in-law comes mighty close!). 

I love Psalm 145.  We read it last Friday in our daily Bible reading, and I quoted it on Sunday. It is pure praise from start to finish! And why? The entire psalm is a celebration of Who God is: “The Lord is gracious and merciful, slow to anger and abounding in steadfast love.” (145:8).

I’ve put together a series of Advent readings running from December 1 and ending on Christmas Day (copies are available at church and there’s a link down below). I started off writing a line that might be a little controversial . . . so I thought I’d better clarify it a bit before you revolt on me! 

I was praying with someone recently about an urgent need, and I asked them, “What specifically do you want me to pray?” The needs were complex and there were various ways to pray. I wanted to hear from the person dealing with the situation, living with it on a daily basis, what they wanted and expected from God. 

This year the  little “I Voted” sticker they give you means “I patiently endured to the end!” 

I know someone who spent 97 minutes voting yesterday. It only took me 20 minutes, but that was after two attempts! The first time I couldn’t even get into the parking lot and the second time the line, in the rain, snaked far down the block. 

But we voted . . . and now it’s over! 

Henry David Thoreau, the American writer/philosopher, wrote, “There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root."

October is “spooky season,” and I love spooky season! When I was a little kid, I loved dressing up for Halloween. But more than that . . . I loved watching all the scary movies they would show on TV – not the gross, gory things they make now, but the classic, black and white movies where good clearly wins out at the end.

I went on a quest for colorful leaves . . . and saw a lot of leaves . . . green ones! It’s apparently a late Fall for everyone this year. I was in the Smokies and saw . . . well, too many tourists for one thing. But besides that, I drove up into the mountains and could see brilliant color at the very top, but for the most part, everything was still green. Too green.

I saw a great quote the other day: “I want to be so anchored in Christ that chaos around me doesn’t produce chaos within me.” 

Speaking of chaos, with all the extreme weather over the last several weeks I thought it’d be good to take a look at a story of Jesus and his disciples from Mark 4:35-41. 

I saw a recent “smackdown” of comedian and news commentator, Bill Maher, by Canadian psychologist and author, Jordan Peterson, in which Maher said to Jordan (and I’m paraphrasing): “You see the answer to our nation’s woes as family and faith. I have no family and I have no faith,” to which Jordan answered, “Then you don’t have the answer.” 

I’m hoping by now you’re looking at faith a little differently. But you may be asking, “Why? Isn’t the way I’ve always thought about faith good enough?”