CHURCH REPORT FOR AUGUST 15, 2021: A Pause

CHURCH REPORT FOR AUGUST 15, 2021

The word "church" refers to an "assembly of called out ones." Sometimes, due to pressing concerns, the "called out ones" have to show their "church-ness" in other ways. It is not ideal, it is not preferable, and, if done too long or made habitual, it can even be detrimental to the individual member and to the local body as a whole.

But because of ongoing concerns about the appearance of covid within our congregation, the elders, after meeting and discussing and deliberating and debating, and, most of all, praying and searching the Scriptures, came to the incredibly difficult decision to pause our in-person worship service this Sunday. 

One of the "good things" that came from last year's outbreak is that it pushed us into making our services available online. It wasn't a live stream, but a pre-recorded service that we released at 10 a.m. The very first service we did, back in March of 2020 was a disaster. Not the service--it was fine. But because of the huge demand at 10 a.m. and the limits of our own knowledge of the technology, the site crashed. Ahh, memories...

Well, we still offer the services online (usually released Monday) and they serve a need for folks who cannot attend on a given Sunday or who were here, but missed the service (kids workers, service & safety team, and others--SA-LUTE!). 

So, back to the subject: last Sunday, pausing in-person service. . .

Pastor Dick pre-recorded his message from Daniel 6, called "Trusting in the Lord." This brought back some other memories of a time that he spoke on this chapter and used an actual lion to illustrate it (I have a videotape of it).  This time, it was a timely word about trusting the Lord, even in the midst of pandemics. Pastor Dick reminded us that God brings peace when we're surrounded by lions. He pointed out that, "the banner over David's life was because he trusted in the Lord."

So the message went on at 10. And dozens of "called out ones"--some, no doubt, in their jammies or finishing breakfast or brunch, or laying on the couch with their tablet--worshipped the Lord through the Word. For one Sunday, we paused an in-person service for an on-line service. Was it preferable, was it ideal, was it the best? No, but as a good friend of mine is fond of saying, "it is what it is." 

Here's to the return of the actual assembly of the called-out ones. Pray for those who are sick with covid and pray for all of us who are sick of covid. And pray that our focus, our hope, our trust be ever in the Lord.

And how was your church service this weekend? Did you take any special measures in light of health concerns or local regulations? Let us know in the comments below (be nice! This is not the forum for a debate or argument). 

Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

AN ESSAY ON GETTING OLDER

 I have a senior friend at church who is fond of reminding me that "getting old ain't for sissies." I never appreciated what that meant until I got older.

It is sad when a vehicle starts breaking down the minute the manufacturer's warning expires. I'm convinced this happened to me at some point. The warranty expired and things that never hurt before now ache with a jarring regularity. Limbs that could climb a hill and dodge and weave in a backyard football game start to object upon arising from bed. When my older friends used to tell me about their medical issues, I used to nod in sympathy. Nowadays, I nod in affirmation, then share my own!

Do not misunderstand. I am far from "over-the-hill" or "washed up." Some wise choices early in life have held off some of the consequences of some not-so-wise choices.  Working in children's ministries for 15-plus years has permanently programmed my brain to "kid mode." My hobbies and interests skew "young." I laugh easily and have been known to break into song at a moment's notice. My ambition and dreams remain active. Like the fictional musical character of Hamilton, I feel compelled to "write like I'm running out of time." This last year, I've started a new project (which I will share another time). If anything, my curiosity and thirst for knowledge has increased.

No doubt, I have earned the gray in what is left of my hair. I am smarter, wiser and more determined in some areas than I ever was. I know more. But with that knowledge comes the realization that I do not know as much as I thought I did earlier in life. My heart breaks far easier at the growing divineness in our society, the embrace of things that God has warned us about, the presence of real injustice, and the knee-jerk abandonment of faith and values. I grieve for friends who have lost their lives--the number sadly grows--but I also grieve for those who have lost their love for their Creator.

Forgive me for using a stodgy expression, but as I think about this "stage of my life," I like what the psalmist says: 

"How precious is Your lovingkindness, O God! Therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of Your wings. They are abundantly satisfied with the fullness of Your house, and You give them drink from the river of Your pleasures. For with You is the fountain of life; in Your light we see light."  (Psalm 36:7-9)

"Getting old ain't for sissies." But in the satisfaction of the Lord's presence, the years ahead are full of hope.

CHURCH REPORT FOR AUGUST 8, 2021: Slightly different service

 Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

CHURCH REPORT FOR AUGUST 8, 2021

Church was decidedly different this last weekend. For one things, our Saturday evening service is adjourned until September. For another thing, many of our staff and teenagers were away for our annual High School camp. Among the missing were our song leader, most of our praise and worship team, and most of the usual men who are called upon to fill the pulpit.

Yup, you guessed it: I had the honor of bringing the message on Sunday morning! More on that in a second.

As usual, the morning began with the 9:00 Adult Bible Study. We blazed through a whole three verses from Romans 7. I love the interaction, the questions, the discussion. It's almost like gathering around a family table.

When the service started, I ran up at the last minute to welcome everyone. It's at those moments that we realize how much we depend on those who serve in various capacities, such as Dick K, who faithfully reminds us each Sunday to take a deep breath in preparation to simply surrender ourselves to God. 

Our musical guests were Dakota and his wife and they BROUGHT IT!  In this modern era of full instrumentation (nothing wrong with that), who would have thought a guitar and keyboard would bring such a blessed atmosphere to the service?

I gave the message (a link to the service is below) from 2 Peter 1:12-21 about the reliability of Scripture. There were some positive comments from folks afterwards and I'm humbled by them. 

The second worship set ended with a medley of hymns and choruses that got everyone singing and engaged. I love toe-tapping music. . .and traditional music done in a contemporary way is just exciting to listen to.

So it was a good Sunday. I have found out later that the staff, counselors, and high schoolers from camp returned safely that afternoon, with everyone accounted for and no major injuries. As a wise man once said, any camp you can walk away from is a good one. And I guess that applies to services too.

So how was your church service this weekend?

Morning Worship Service 8-8-21

CHURCH REPORT FOR AUGUST 1, 2021: Daniel continues

 Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

CHURCH REPORT FOR AUGUST 1, 2021

Happy August! It's hot. Smoke is in the air from our annual regional fires. And did I mention it is hot?

What better place to be than an air-conditioned building for the Sunday Morning Worship Service! 

Ordinally, I would refer to the "Weekend Worship Service." For several months, we have had a duplicate service on Saturday evening. The Saturday service was started primarily in an attempt to address concerns about Covid spread. By offering a second service, it would spread out our crowd, thus reducing issues of distancing. The Saturday night service did not have a huge turnout, but there were positive comments from those who came.

But since our church has headed into youth activity season (camps, VBS, and so on), it has become difficult to staff a second service. And with camps winding up, many families are trying to squeeze in one last vacation or getaway. So the elder board decided to discontinue the Saturday night service until September, when they will reevaluate the program.

So that leaves us with Sunday morning. . .

We've been going through the book of Daniel and this week's message from Mike
Bull was from chapter 5. Mike usually does not have a title for his message, but the passage had to do with another famous account: the handwriting on the wall. King Belshazzar, at a drunken revel, sees a finger appear and write a cryptic phrase on the wall. Daniel announced that Belshazzar and the Babylonian's kingdom was at an end. And that night, Babylon fell to the Medes and Belshazzar was killed. 

Mike's style of preaching is to bring in a lot of background and then bring in a lot of application: personal, society, church, nation. One of the asides had to do with the fact that the Covid-19 pandemic has caused such division within the church at large. Vaxxers, anti-vaxxers, maskers, anti-maskers: we need to be more open and tolerant to one another. Personally speaking, I think he's right, but I can't help but feel there were a few on both sides of the debate who who took umbrage at his statements. But good preaching does that. Not that the speaker should seek to make someone mad, but sometimes, it happens. Been there, done that, bought the t-shirt.

Quick shout out to our music director Chris Alden. Week after week, the music is consistently good. Sometimes, his challenge is to find enough musicians and singers to bring it over the weekend (particularly Saturdays!). But bring it they do...and I would put our praise team against the "big boys" any day.

Being as it was the first Sunday of the month, we also observed the Lord's Supper, remembering the death of Christ on the cross to pay the price for our sins. Folks came forward to take the elements during the second worship set. Doing it in remembrance of Him!

So how was your church service this weekend?

9 (JUST FOR FUN) OBSERVATIONS ABOUT NCIS

 

Like many tv viewers, I enjoy the program NCIS. Originally launched as a two-part episode of the series JAG, NCIS chronicles the activity of the Naval Criminal Investigative Service's Major Case Response Team, led by Leroy Jethro Gibbs and his squad of highly skilled agents. 

I spent several months of semi-binge watching the series from the beginning (by "semi-binge watching", I mean one, maybe two episodes a night), as well as full scale binging while recovering from surgeries. So as I watched these shows one after another, I began to notice things. Mostly minor things. Things that made me go, "hmmm." So I'd like to share them with you.

Three quick disclaimers before we start:

• NCIS is a very entertaining show. I enjoy it. So nothing I say in this post should be interpreted as nit-picking or griping or complaining about the show. 
• No major plot points in this list, but if I accidentally say something that you may have preferred to find out on your own, then just put this list in the category of spoilers.
• Super fans of the show have no doubt addressed most, if not all, of these items. Plus some things may have been touched on in an episode. I have avoided the fan boards and chat rooms for that very reason. I'm just a normal guy with a casual enjoyment of NCIS. If you want to weigh in on the comments after you've read the piece, that's fine, but be nice about it. 

And now , without further ado, here are nine observations about the series NCIS.

1.Who are these people? During a typical episode, there are people who are working at other stations, people carrying papers, and people simply walking around. Who are these people and what do they do at NCIS? One episode arc had a female agent whose team was on the other side of a divider. Why don't we hear more about these other teams?

2. Is it connected to the Navy or Marines? Is it just me, or does it seem like the Navy connection for a given case is sometimes a stretch?

• "Got a dead sailor in Norfolk. Grab your gear!"
• "Got a dead Marine in Arlington. Grab your gear!"
• "Got a dead janitor at a Marine Base. Grab your gear!"
• "Got a dead window washer at Quantico . Wait a second. Oh, okay, uncle is a reservist. Grab your gear!"
• "Got a dead body at the park. Ummm, he was wearing a navy blue suit. Close enough. Grab your gear!"

3. Who gets a hall pass? How does someone get admission to the "bull pen" level? At times, we see agents escorting guests (and while we're here, those agents nod, but rarely speak).  But there have been times when people seemingly have come up on their own. In fact, there have been times when "nefarious ne'er-do-wells" have stepped off the elevator, much to the surprise of Gibbs and his team (but not always the other people, who continue to walk around). 

4. Who does what? I used to watch JAG, in which the Navy lawyers would investigate Navy crimes, even going undercover at times to nab the bad guys. So what exactly is the relationship between JAG and NCIS (the fictional series, that is, not the real-life agencies)?

5. Down time? Does Gibbs and his team  work more than one case at a time? What do they do while waiting for the phone to ring or for Gibbs to stride into the room and announce that they found the leg of a biologist whose lab was next door to a Marine recruiting station, so "grab your gear!"?

6. How do you get to the Director's office? Does it not seem unusual for NCIS Director Leon Vance, the head of a major federal law enforcement agency with world wide contacts, to have his office just upstairs from where the agents are working? I'm not saying it's impossible, but isn't that like a local school district superintendent having her office at the elementary school?

7. Is one expert enough? For the amount of cases that NCIS tackles from Gibbs' team and (I assume) from other teams, is just one Forensic Scientist and one Medical Examiner enough? While some episodes have addressed the workload, most of them have Abby (and later Kasie) and Ducky (and Jimmy) perform in-depth analysis and detailed autopsies fast enough to give the results to Gibbs in a timely fashion.  I wish I had that mojo of energy and productivity.

8. The biggest small agency in DC? In early episodes, NCIS was portrayed as an undervalued, little known federal agency. One of the running jokes was when the agents would identify themselves, they would be met with confused stares and questions of "who?" or "what's that?" Since then, at least in the tv universe, NCIS appears to have field offices and major operations in several locations in the U.S. and around the world. It regularly takes the lead role in investigating and stopping global terrorism and high crimes. And its technological brilliance would be the envy of most spy agencies. So just how amazingly awesome is NCIS?

9. How many clicks does it take to get to the center of a file? I'm not a computer expert by any means, but it seems like the agents tap a LOT of keys in order to bring up a picture or document on their monitors. I can usually access a picture with a few clicks of my mouse. Come to think of it, do they even use a mouse? They must use a mouse....I just never paid attention. Or maybe it's the high-tech sophisticated systems they have. Either way, the clickety-clickety-clickety seems excessive to me. 

So that's it: nine fun observations about NCIS. Like I said, I really do like the show, so nothing takes away from the entertainment value. These questions make me think, research, have fun, and draw conclusions based on what I see. I'd love to hear your thoughts and maybe even some of your observations in the comments below. Again, keep it nice and respectful

CHURCH REPORT: JULY 25, 2021: Special VBS Edition!

 Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

CHURCH REPORT FOR JULY 25, 2021

I'm back with a double-header! Not only a report on our Sunday services (said report sadly absent for the last few weeks, due to the proverbial circumstances beyond my control), but also a brief summation of what happened the week before at the annual Vacation Bible School.

Sunday Morning:

I'm always thankful for the Sunday Morning Adult Bible Study. About a dozen folks gathering together to plunge into the book of Romans chapter by chapter, section by section, (verse by verse, word by word, etc.). We've been unraveling chapter 7 and made it all the way to verse 10. We had some folks traveling and others back. Such is the nature of summer.

Pastor Dick was preaching today from Daniel 4 with a message entitled "God Rules." He emphasized the fact that God's sovereignty is the theme of David. King Nebuchadnezzar certainly found that out, as he was transformed into a wild beast. In the end, God's dominion is an everlasting dominion. God is in control.

Following the service as a prayer meeting in order to lift up the search process for a new pastor. I was unable to stay, but I understand it was a blessing. My own prayer is not only for wisdom for the search, but also for how the process is carried out, that there be no misunderstandings or procedural arguments.

Vacation Bible School:

August 19-23 was incredible. Our theme was Treasured (a Group Publishing curriculum). My friend Kim directed the program. As per usual, she unleashed the kids to sing some great, uplifting songs during the opening and closing. I admire her obvious love for the children and her ability to pull together all the elements. She helped me on several VBSs when I was doing children's ministries so I appreciate what she brings to the VBS table.

My primary "job" was doing the Bible story. I did some adapting each night as what was written in the curriculum book would not have worked in our situation. Brenda helped me primarily with picture taking a moral support. A few discipline problems here and there, but overall some good groups. Some of the major and minor highlights of the week:

• When describing the qualities of a king, one 7 or 8 year old said the king should be "devastatingly handsome." A kid with a vocabulary like that will go far!
• I used a puppet to play "David." His headband fell off, so I had to ad-lib a line. It worked so well that when the headband fell off in the other sessions, I just used the same line (puppets are so temperamental!)
• One of the kids gave me and some other leaders a beautiful blue polished stone.
• Another girl approached me during transition times and asked some very insightful Biblical questions. 
• There was a medical emergency on one night. There also just so happened to be a nurse and a paramedic in the building that night. What a "coincidence," huh? (sorry, being a touch sarcastic).
• Pastor Dick sat in one of our sessions. It's always great to see him at these things.
• Thursday night is gospel night. The salvation message is emphasized in a special way. 34 kids raised their hands to profess faith in Christ! (notice that I use the phrase "profession of faith." That's because kids don't always raise their hands because of trusting Christ. But God knows their hearts, even if all we can see is their profession. One of these days, I'll write more about this).
• Ice cream social for volunteers after Friday's final session. Yum.

As I write this, Kim is starting preparation for Kids Camp, which is coming up this weekend. I'm not involved in that, but to shift from VBS to Kids Camp in less than a week is a Solomonic/Samsonitic feat (I'm pretty sure I made up those words), so I'm praying for Kim and her team.

And that was the double-header of our Sunday...and our week. So how was your church service this weekend? And if you've had a Vacation Bible School program, how did it go? Let me know in the comments.

 

A REFLECTION ON THE 4TH

 Happy Independence Day!

When I was a kid, someone asked me, "do they have a 4th of July in other countries?" Of course, the answer is "yes, they have a 4th, and 2nd, and 3rd, and 5th, and all the other days of the month."

But as I often do, I started picking apart the reasons for the joke. The basic premise behind the joke is that we have, in practice, used "4th of July" as a stand-in for "Independence Day." This, in and of itself is fascinating to me. I cannot think of any other holiday that has adopted its calendar day as a designation. I have not heard anybody say, "Merry 25th of December.!" or "would you like to come to my October 31st party?" or "Happy 4th Thursday of November!"

(Okay, someone is going to write me and say, "What about Sinco de Mayo?" Well, as far as I have found in my research, that's its actual name. No substitution of the actual name for a date. Those who are far more knowledgeable can leave a comment about this, but that's what I've found.)

So the idea behind the joke is that, duh, "4th of July" is a date on the calendar, so naturally it's everywhere. As an innocent kid, I got caught up in the whole, "gotcha!" aspect of the joke. It was a fun way for the questioner to demonstrate their superior reasoning skills. And at 10 years old, it's pretty impressive to be intellectually superior to one's peers. Of course, it can also get one bullied, but that's another subject for another time.

So why this analysis of a childhood joke?

As I write this, it is Independence Day. 245 years ago, a document known as the "Declaration of Independence" set this fledgling nation on its course through the channels of history. But even in the last few days, I have read opinion pieces from those who would think of themselves as "intellectually superior" who question the very documents and institutions of this country. Like the kid who snarkily asks, "do they have a 4th of July in England?", these experts ask, "did you know what the flag really symbolizes?" Or "do you know the real meaning behind the National Anthem?" Or "do you know how unbelievably repressive our form of government is?" And they ask these questions with such earnestness, such depth, and not a little amount of celebrity appeal, that if you give the wrong answer, they are more than willing to correct you. "Gotcha!"

Don't worry, I'm not going to launch into an explanation of our national heritage in order to answer the latest social media influencers. There are many resources out there by truly intellectually superior writers who do a far better, far more thorough job than I could ever do. But what I would ask you to do, when these opinions drift over the internet, is to ask, "what is the motive behind the joke?" The kids on the 4th of July are saying, "We're smart and you're not!" The adults today may be giving more sophisticated reasons, but it still boils down to the same thing: "you're dumb and we're not."

And that's no joke.

Happy 4th of July and God bless the United States of America.

CHURCH REPORT FOR JUNE 27, 2021: Hot Day, Cool Service!

 Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

CHURCH REPORT FOR JUNE 27, 2021

Another hot day in southern Oregon. So thankful for an air-conditioned building in
which the church can gather. And we were blessed to have our senior Pastor, Dr. Richard Bull speaking today. 

I like it when Pastor Dick is in the pulpit. And the fact that he is kicking us off in chapter 1 of the book of Daniel is even better!

We had a decent turnout in our Adult Bible Study, as we explored Romans 6. One of our newest group attendees made an excellent observation about the good works that unbelievers do--stating that they are "horizontal" good works, they often will benefit friends, family, our fellow man, but they cannot do "vertical" good works, those works done to please the Lord. One of the greatest blessings of our Sunday Morning study is that I learn and am enriched from the others in the group. Great way to start the morning.

And then came the service, with Pastor Dick speaking on "A Test of Character." It was a breakdown of chapter 1, with Daniel's deportation, his education in the Babylonian system, and his commitment to live for the Lord in spite of his surroundings. 

A little "behind the scenes" info: when talking about the food and diet set before the Hebrew youths, Pastor Dick had thought about showing the famous "Dinner of Doom" banquet scene from the movie Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom (you know, the one where they're eating snakes, and bugs, and monkey brains, and so on!). But after consultation with wise counsel, he decided against it (it probably would have been fun for a a middle school group, though!).

The theme of focus of the message was this: "How can we live in Babylon without being a part of Babylon?  By living our inner convictions." Great lesson, great reminder.

So how was your church service this weekend?

CHURCH REPORT FOR JUNE 20, 2021: We Got Cookies!

Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

CHURCH REPORT FOR JUNE 20, 2021

How does a nice guy like me end up with a special, hand-selected bag of cookies AND a belt-clippable tape measure that ensured me that I am loved beyond measure?

Well, I went to church on Father's Day! And there, waiting in the foyer, was a container with the aforementioned cookies and another container with a full supply of tape measures! The note on the tape measure said "You are loved beyond measure," while the other side was a quote from 1 Timothy 6:11: "But you, man of God, flee from all this, and pursue righteousness, godliness, faith, love, endurance, and gentleness." What a great way to start the morning!

After a good Adult Bible Study (in which we finished off the first half of Romans 6), my wife and I decided to enjoy the service in the comfort of the Fireside Room. Usually, there are a few other folks in there with us, but this time, we were all by ourselves. Not counting the people in the foyer. And the auditorium full of people just outside the door.

We started a brand new series in the book of Daniel. I've always enjoyed Daniel--it is a rich and exciting book. Mike Bull gave the overview of the book (in a message entitled--you guessed it--"Overview of Daniel"). He gave us a rundown of the historical background of the book and its main themes and characters. He pointed out that Daniel is often blasted by critics, but there are answers to those attacks.

Overall, Daniel considers the question of how we live faithful lives to God while living in Babylon. And of course, the bottom line of the book is that it isn't about us, it's about God. 

There was a little sadness this day as well, as one of our longstanding church members passed away after a long fight with cancer. He passed on Saturday, making the Sunday Father's Day observance a little bittersweet. The father of a friend of ours from church also passed a couple of weeks ago. I'm reminded of the Scripture which encourages us not to, "sorrow, but as those who have no hope" (1 Thessalonians 4:13).

While Mike's message wasn't directly about this, it did contain hope---hope in the great God who brought Daniel into Babylon and works daily in my life.

So how was your church service this weekend?

SO THAT'S HAPPENING

Yeah, so that's happening . . . .

What follows is a short, spontaneous rattling of a few things off the top of my head. If some of it makes no sense, it might be because it lacks careful, deliberate thought and editing. And keep in mind also, these are little snapshots of the moment. Next week, I might be feeling or thinking differently. You've been warned.

*Swimming pools. When they reach the level of sparkling blue bliss, they are a wonderful addition to one's back yard.  But getting there is not half the fun. Scrubbing, sweeping, vacuuming, scooping. Engaging in a delicate balance of chemistry that would make Walter White proud, adding pounds and gallons of stuff to bring these numbers up and bring these numbers down in order to maintain a safe environment and visual appeal of what often looks like a swamp. And, of course, there is the equipment, the failure of which will set back all the progress being made within a very short time. Yeah, so that's happening . . . .

*Father's Day is almost here. The most interesting gift I ever got for Father's Day is when my daughters took a Monopoly game and changed everything on it to "Dadopoly." What was so amazing is that they incorporated "dadisms" and hobbies and interests to such an extent that it could have been manufactured by the company itself. What also impressed me is that, in order to nail all my habits and idiosyncrasies, my kids were watching me all these years. There's a lesson for fatherhood in there. So that's happening . . . .

*I don't particularly enjoy musicals as a genre, but it's safe to say that I enjoy some of the music from musicals. Lately, I have been watching songs and covers from various shows. A few songs from Hamilton, Wicked, Les Misérables, and even a couple of Gilbert and Sullivan productions. Some of them are very inspirational and motivating, especially when the song transcends the immediate setting of the story.  And I particularly like to see covers of these songs from either different professional artists, or just ordinary people with extraordinary talent. During those quiet moments within the whole study, writing, preparing continuum, I'll click on some videos, just to get my brain stimulated. So that's happening . . . .

*If I could ever start my own business, I know who I want to hire. Not in general, but the specific people. I would pay them well, respect their work, and value them highly. I would expect their best work and their loyalty. Did I mention I would pay them well? I don't know if recruiting people for a company that does not exist, for jobs that are not determined, and for great pay that exists only in my mind is weird, but might as well start somewhere. So that's happening . . . . (the idea, not the business itself!).

So what's happening with you?

CHURCH REPORT FOR JUNE 13, 2021: Outside In

Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

CHURCH REPORT FOR JUNE 13, 2021

As always, my Sunday morning began with the 9:00 Adult Bible Study. We've been going through Romans and, as I mentioned in the class, we're moving at the speed of the Holy Spirit, which means we sometimes only get to one or two verses. Discussions, questions, "rabbit trails," and laughter all contribute to what is a very enjoyable 45 minutes. But in-depth diving into the text does not always mean moving forward a chapter at a time. 

This week, however, we went a little further in chapter 6, emphasizing the point the apostle Paul makes in the chapter that we are dead to sin and alive to God. Good group too (but then it always is...shout out to the folks in the class: if you're reading this, thank you for ministering to me each week!)

I hung out in the foyer for the main service. It's always risky doing that, because there are folks chatting, visiting, or walking through. So if it's so distracting, why do I do it? Three reasons: 1) Sometimes, when I'm putting away my gear from the ABS, I don't get into the main sanctuary in time to grab a "good seat." Granted, nobody would care if I stepped over them, but I don't want to be a distraction. 2) Sometimes, I check and make sure the sound and video on our monitor screens is working right. Nobody asked me to do it, it's just something I do to report on the service from a "layman's" perspective. 3) The main reason is because I really want to get into the sermon. I take notes on the message and sometimes, I'm looking up other references. And it is a lot easier to do this when I can spread my Bible, note sheet, note pad, and cell phone with the Bible app on a flat surface, as the little tables in the foyer provide. 

In the sanctuary or in the foyer, we have a cool praise and worship team. Every week, they bring newer and older songs in what, in my opinion, is a good blend. The service is divided into two song sets, sandwiching the message in the middle. Not my favorite arrangement, but it's growing on me. 

Pastor Dick finished up the book of Ezekiel this morning with a sweeping look at chapters 40-48 in a message entitled "Holy Ground." I loved the main theme of the message; namely, 48:35 that the name of the city is "THE LORD IS THERE." God will never leave us, nor forsake us. How evident is it that I know and believe the Lord is with me?  Good application.

If I could call out one observation: this was not a deep verse-by-verse examination of the millennial temple and its worship. Obviously, because covering nine chapters in 30-40 minute time span would be extremely difficult. I also got the impression that Pastor did not want to wade into some of the controversies surrounding the interpretation of these passages. I'm not talking about compromising, but about choosing the battle to emphasize. Zeroing in on the Lord's abiding presence with His people in all generations was THE point he chose to drive home. Cannot argue with that.

Would I have tackled Ezekiel 40-48 differently? Probably--and it might have been a two hour message! But now that we are finished with Ezekiel, it's time to head into Daniel, with its dreams and visions and eschatology and all sorts of exciting stuff. I can hardly wait.

And how was your church service this weekend?.

THINKING ABOUT MARGINS

I once listened to a speech about the necessity of "margins" in one's life. It has stuck with me ever since, especially at those times when I am feeling overwhelmed.

What is a "margin?" I see it as the liberty to adjust or adapt to life's situations because the basics are taken care of. A margin represents extra space, "wiggle room" if you will, to enjoy or to respond to a need. And margins take many forms.

We can have margins with money, where we have enough left over in our budget to enjoy, invest, or do something different, as well as help others.

We can have margins with time, where we have enough extra time to engage in hobbies, enrichment, or service.

We can have margins with health, where our time and energy spent in diet and exercise allows us to do things that we otherwise could not do.

Margins can really apply to anything.

So I get the concept of margins when it comes to money. Like millions of Americans, I often live from paycheck to paycheck, or, in the words of another cliché: "there's too much month left at the end of my money." At those times, I long for margins, to know that I can write a check with the full confidence that I won't have to "rob Peter to pay Paul" (sorry, another cliché!). And then, if my car breaks down or I need an emergency root canal, there is enough margin in my budge to absorb the added expense.

And I sometimes struggle with time management; or more accurately, "priority management." I've got a lot to do, but it seems like the clock speeds up in proportion to my list. I'd love to be caught up, I'd love to be ahead, so that, if something happens that requires my full attention, I'm ready for the task.

But when it comes to margins, I think one thing that burdens me the most is that, without margins, I am often unable to be a blessing to others. Yes, there is the grace of giving and God has proven Himself time and again that He will provide our needs, even in the paycheck to paycheck existence. And I have shifted priorities in the face of a greater need, setting aside something urgent in order to do something important. These things don't change.

But the advantage of a margin is freedom. Freedom to write that extra check to support a missionary or community outreach. Freedom to take time off to volunteer. Freedom to invest in my family (oh, so important). There are advantages to margins.

Of course, margins take work and a deliberate decision to do something about it. Giving extra involves a determination to be a giving person, regardless of your budget. If all you've got is a dollar and someone needs a dime, give them a quarter (or hey, maybe the whole dollar!). Volunteering some extra time may involve giving up your favorite tv show.  Having the buffer in your checkbook may require that you take advantage of good financial and budgeting tools.

(And yes, as another old saying goes, if it seems I'm pointing a finger at you, it's because four others are pointing back as me)

This is not a confession. I'm not saying, "woe is me." Because of my relationship with Jesus Christ, my day to day life is pretty good. Things aren't that bad all the time. But once in awhile, when the deadlines loom and the bills are due and my text messages pile up, I think about the need for space, for breathing room. 

I think about margins.

CHURCH REPORT FOR JUNE 6, 2021: Far But Near

Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

CHURCH REPORT FOR JUNE 6, 2021

I left the church service early (for reasons that would require another blog post (or more). But that did not stop the day from being a good one.

As usual, my Sunday began with the 9:00 Sunday Morning Adult Bible Study. I've been facilitating this group for many, many years and it is truly one of the highlights of my week. It is a semi-in-depth study, full of questions and observations. As a result, some sections take much longer than others. In our case, we are studying Romans, which is an amazing and DEEP letter. We just started chapter 6 a couple of weeks ago and this Sunday we finished with verse 5! We (and by "we," I mean "I") went a little past our time in order to finish the particular section.  When that happens, the sound of the gathering flock outside the door can get a little distracting.  And they were getting loud.

After getting my equipment packed up (I use a laptop for PowerPoint slides, plus a video camera to record the lesson for our church YouTube channel), I prepared to leave. But I was overjoyed to see an old friend pay a visit. I was also full of joy, but sadness, to be able to talk to another old friend who was back in church since losing a loved one. Lots of hugs and tears. And as I probably observed before, this is what "church" looks like.

If there is a proverbial "golden lining" to the cloud of having to leave early, it's that our church releases our services online. So as soon as it was uploaded, I watched the service from afar. 

The moderator of the elder board began by reading a letter concerning the search for a pastoral candidate in anticipation of Pastor Dick's eventually retirement. No panic, it won't be for awhile, but it is best to start the process early. 

Then came worship through song. There was a funny part (or I thought it was funny): I saw someone with very long arms and apparently sitting toward the back near the camera, raising their hands in praise and very nearly blocking the view!

Mike Bull (the pastor's son, our "assistant to the pastor," and the aforementioned candidate) was our speaker today. He continued our series in Ezekiel 38-39, the battle of Gog and Magog. There was a lot of good application and encouragement in the message. I don't agree with Mike's "take" on Gog and Magog, as he tends to approach prophetical books from a "covenant theology" framework, but I will glean the wheat from the chaff and leave the disagreements for another time and place. 

After partaking of the Lord's Supper and the second set of worship songs, the service dismissed. 

I'm fortunate to work at the place in which I also worship, so I'm usually aware of what's happening. But for those times I have to step out, I'm glad we have some modern tech to help me feel like I'm "there."

So, how was your church service this weekend?

CHURCH REPORT FOR MAY 30, 2021: DOING IT DIFFERENT ON MEMORIAL WEEKEND

Disclaimer (because someone will say something): although I am actively involved in my church, all opinions and observations are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the leadership, staff, or congregation.

Quick note: as I'm posting this, it is Memorial Day, in which we honor the brave men and women who have died in service to our country. Yesterday, I posted my thoughts on Memorial Day and what it means to me. You can check it out here: Thoughts for Memorial Day 2021

CHURCH REPORT FOR MAY 30, 2021

There are a lot of mega-churches in our country which engage in multi-campus environments; that is, one church meeting in different locations. Usually, with the aid of modern technology, the pastor and/or part of the service is live streamed to the satellite congregation(s). I'll leave it to the readers to debate if this is a good thing or not.

But it's not really new either. The church I attended in college promoted itself as "one church in three locations," which was crazy talk at the time. Of course, they did not have the video and computer technology of today, so the pastor would rotate to the different locations. By carefully staggering the service times, the pastor would finish his message in one location while the service was just beginning in the other. Theoretically, after driving in southern California traffic, he would arrive just in time to assume the pulpit in the second location (I'm not sure what exactly they did with the third location). 

So what does this all have to do with EPCBC? Nothing, except for as many Memorial Weekends as I can remember, we have been a "multi-campus" church.

Photo courtesy of Dave S.

You see, Memorial Weekend is the occasion of the annual church Family Camp and most of our congregation is away enjoying the sun, sea breeze, and sanguinity of the Oregon coast (well, okay, full disclosure...there is often rain).  They have "church" there on the coast--actually a couple of times--and it is a big event.

But for those left behind, and who are not otherwise escaping for Memorial Weekend, we have "church" at our same location, same time. Not a lot of other things: no Saturday night service. No Friday night outreaches. No Sunday morning Adult Bible Study. No children's activities. No, the 10:00 service is "it". 

My wife and I arrived, parked in front (something we rarely do other times), and were greeted by a member of our "Service and Safety Team." He introduced us to a new family. Not a lot of people around, but lots of smiles. We were spaced out across the sanctuary. Our song leader mentioned how glad he was for those who were attending, unless so many people were gone because of the rapture! He recommended, because of our low numbers, that we sing louder. And so our first worship set began.

Then it came time for the speaker. Oh, did I mention that I was the speaker? That too is kind of a Memorial Sunday tradition. With a few exceptions, I'm "holding down the fort" on that Sunday. Ahh, the tales I could tell you about Memorial Sundays past . . . .

Anyway, I broke out of our Ezekiel series to focus on Ephesians 3, talking about the mystery of the church: the fact that God has blended together Jews and Gentiles in to one Body, the Body of Christ, and all that follows in connection to that.  Second worship set, closing (I read the doxology from the end of Ephesians 3), and we were dismissed.

In a lot of ways, our Memorial Sunday service is like most of our services. People from all ages, walks of life, good and bad experiences, coming together to worship the Lord. I see the same faithful people who work hard to make sure everything goes smoothly (like the Service and Safety team). I also can't help but feel a touch of sadness for those who are battling illness or who recently lost a loved one and could not attend. Some who are absent surprise me. Actually, some who are there surprise me!

But through the whole morning, I never once think about what I'm missing at Family Camp. For one Sunday, we are "one church in two locations." And as everyone gets back, I'm looking forward to swapping stories.

So, how was your church service this weekend? 

THOUGHTS FOR MEMORIAL DAY 2021

I've never served in the military.

I have family members who served. My step-father was a Marine, another relative was in the Navy. I'm pretty sure the Army and Air Force is represented in there.

And I have friends and acquaintances who served. Buddies from high school and college. Folks from my church. It's probably a safe assumption that I know more veterans now than I ever did growing up.

Someone has posted the distinctions among Armed Forces Day, Veterans' Day, and Memorial Day.

Armed Forces Day is for men and women who wear the uniform
Veteran's Day is for the men and women who have hung up the uniform
Memorial Day is for the men and women who never made it out of uniform

While some of my friends and relatives have died over the years, I don't recall anyone I know who has died while still in uniform. Yet to those men and women--and to their families--I am profoundly grateful.

For all the days honoring those in service, I say the same thing: because you have done what you did, you have helped me to have the freedom to do what I do.

I have never served in the military. 

But to the families of those who gave their lives in the service, I salute you and say "thank you."

CHURCH REPORT FOR MAY 23, 2021 (and some words of Introduction)

 Introduction:

Today, I'm beginning a new phase of my blog. Unlike the previous two (or three, or four, or whatever) phases and re-launches and renewals of this blog, I'm cutting myself some slack. I will try to post regularly, but I'm done beating myself up for not posting and then waiting for the "right time" to pick up my blogging activity, only to wait weeks or months to do a new post. 
Blogging used to be fun and I had a lot to say. I want to recapture that. Like Hamilton was told
in the hit musical of the same name, "Why do you write like you're running out of time?" I want that drive and feeling back.

So today's new feature in this blog is a brief report on the church service I attended. Why report on this? Millions around the world spend their weekends involved in faith-based activities, so why not offer my short observations about my own experience? When I was involved in children's ministries, I watched parents pick up their kids after the service and ask, "what did you learn in Sunday School today?" So this blog is the answer to that question as it applies to "grown up church."

Disclosure and disclaimer:

My home church is Eagle Point Community Bible Church in southern Oregon, where I work in a support capacity in the church office. While I have experience as a pastor in other churches, I do not now have any kind of pastoral ministry or leadership role in my church. I teach an adult Bible study and once in a while, I fill the pulpit as a guest speaker. While several people affectionately refer to me as a pastor, technically, I am not.
The reason I want to make that clear is that these words are mine alone and do not necessarily reflect the views of the pastor, elders, or other leaders and staff of EPCBC.

CHURCH REPORT FOR MAY 23, 2021

My wife and I sat in the back of the sanctuary. There is a unique perspective to sitting in the back. Except for the people to our side, I mostly saw backs and backs of heads. I saw young heads with lots of hair. I saw older bodies, stooped with age, their hair nearly gone. Some people remained seated during singing, most stood. Some had their hands lifted in worship, some did not. I kept thinking, this is a picture of what church should look like.

Pastor Dick's message today was: "God of the Impossible" Ezekiel 37. Just as God gave hope to the people of Israel through the vision of the dry bones, he gives hope to us as well. Pastor did what he does best: instill some practical reminders for daily lives.

The message was not a deeply theological or eschatological message. He did acknowledge, via Romans 11, that there is coming a future salvation of Israel, but that wasn't the main point of this particular message. He closed with Psalm 13, pointing out that David begins with the cry of "how long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever?" and ends with "I will sing to the Lord, because He has dealt bountifully with me."

Our closing song set included the Revelation Song ("Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy, is the Lord God Almighty, Who was and is and is to come..."). It is a favorite of mine and I can't help but be stirred whenever I sing it.

So, how was your church service today?

CONFESSIONS FROM A CRANKY OBSERVER

In today's entry, I'm going to jump into the proverbial waters of blogdom, discretely typing this missive six feet from the nearest human being, hitting the keys (which I have judicially sprayed with disinfectant) with my lizard-textured hands brought on by repeated washings to the tune of "Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star" and/or generous application of hand sanitizer (and as usual, I need to remind everyone that these opinions and observations are mine alone--don't go protesting my work place or demand my head).

Overall, I consider myself  a positive person. I think that's a fair thing to say. So it may surprise you to hear when it comes to the COVID-19 pandemic, I've had moments of, well, crankiness.

I've reached the enviable age of "having to visit doctors a lot more" (no worries, I'm fine). I remember my first week of my regular visit. Fought for a parking place in the hospital parking lot. Entered the front door, passed dozens of people going in and out, found the elevator, went up to the section, stood at check-in desk and, well, checked in. Signed twice with electronic pen and pad. They slapped a wristband ID on me (I assume so they didn't accidentally mix me up with another patient). I thought, in the words of friend of mine from church, "this gettin' old isn't for sissies."

A couple of more weeks, a couple of more visits (yeah, it's a weekly thing, but no worries, I'm fine. Honest). I've noticed it is gradually getting easier to find a parking spot. The people coming in and out are fewer. But as I walk through the front entrance, I am greeted  by a smiling, happy young lady who asked where I was going, was I feeling okay, did I travel anywhere, and would I please help myself to a squirt of sanitizer. I replied 'yes, no, of course" to the last three and proceeded to the elevator. Signed in and got my wristband ID (whew).

The next week, parking was a breeze (I'm almost by the front door!). I was greeted by another smiling, happy young lady who happened to wear a mask. She asked me the same questions-- where was I going, health, travels, and invitation to the squirt. Up the elevator, but this time, the check in desk had me stand back before signing the pad. And no wrist ID (but what if they mistake me for another patient?). 

Yet another week, with piece of cake parking, and maybe one or two people going in or out. The greeter sounded like she was smiling and happy and maybe young, but I couldn't tell, because she was covered head to toe in what looked like an oversized surgical gown, gloves, and a mask. Questions. Squirt. And at the check in desk, the pad was situated on a cart, well away from the check-in desk. And no ID, which I was actually okay with, because I figured they knew me by now. After all, I'm the only one ON THE ENTIRE FLOOR WITHOUT A  MASK AND GLOVES!

So, why do I suffer from bouts of crankiness? I think it's this "new normal." I dislike that phrase because this is not normal.

Don't get me wrong. It is heartwarming to see our neighbors--or at least their eyes (because, you know, masks) and their compassion to one another. I can't remember a time when people have been so nice to each other, so understanding, so comforting and helpful. Well, there was 9-11, where we pulled together in an incredibly strong way, holding one another and....ummm, but we can't do any holding right now. No hugs, handshakes, or high-fives. Just kind words. At a distance. Maybe do a chore or run an errand. But don't get too close.

I'm thrilled that the church is stepping up and stepping out (within social distancing guidelines) to help others. And we have taken advantage of a plethora of technology to hold services and meetings. It is good to keep people connected with the Word. I applaud it--I really do. But I'm sorry, it's just not the same. Yeah, it's the (cough) "new normal." But the fact that some of you are more concerned about that cough just now instead of the fact that a public health crisis has forced us to sit apart and watch a service on our computer screens illustrates the point that none of this is "normal" (for the record, the cough was fake. I'm fine, really. After all, I visit the doctor. A lot).

I'm watching split screen newscasts with half the anchors and reporters coming to us live from their webcams in their living rooms with the breaking news of the day. And what is the breaking news of the day? Coronavirus is not only worse than we thought, but it will last longer than we thought. And we hear it. Every. Single. Day. But then comes the fun part, in which they do human interest stories about happy people happily adjusting to their happy restrictions during the "new normal."

But it's not "normal."

Yes, I like the stories. I like the creativity. As I mentioned, I like the human kindness. I think one of the best things that has come out of this shutdown has been the memes. And generally being a positive person, I do my best to walk on the proverbial sunny side of the street.

But I want "normal" back. Improved normal, fine. But "new normal?" Not so much.

As I left the hospital after my last visit, I passed the greeter. I thanked her for her work and wished her wellness and safety. I assumed she was smiling and happy and young (I couldn't tell for sure because of her gear), but the way her eyes crinkled up, I think her smile may have grown a little more. I helped myself to another squirt of hand sanitizer.

That should be normal. 

At least the kind words. 


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In all seriousness, the current epidemic is serious. And while there is a lot we do not know, it helps to practice what we do know. So please, stay home if you can, respect space between people, don't touch your face, wash your hands often and frequently, and let's get through this together.


 

HERE'S TO THE QUIET MINISTRIES

Do you have any "quiet" ministries in your church?

Whether it is the quaint "sewing circle" that laughs and prays by needlepoint in the back room or the group that gets together to sing the "old hymns" for an hour, there seems to be groups that do not draw a lot of attention; indeed, many in the congregation may not even be aware of their existence. While a church's major Bible studies or children's ministries draw a lot of attention, the "quiet" groups faithfully meet week by week, year after year, contributing to the Body for the glory of God.

Last week, I conducted a memorial service for a lady who passed away around the holidays. I did not know her, but I knew she regularly attended our church's weekly "Ladies' Prayer Breakfast" at a local restaurant. Now while the Breakfast is listed in our church schedule and is hardly a "secret," it is not the most visible of ministries in our church. I've heard more than one of our leaders confess to not being aware of this group or what they did. The "Ladies' Prayer Breakfast" is one of those "quiet" ministries.

In preparing for the service, I learned a lot about this woman, but I also learned a lot about the Ladies' Prayer Breakfast. Family and friends testified about how important the Breakfast was to this woman and how thankful they were that she had a group of friends around her. She was not able to get out much, but someone always picked her up for the Breakfast, where she enjoyed her weekly helping of biscuits and gravy. It is safe to say the ladies at the Breakfast ministered to her--and she to them.

The catchword in many churches these days is "doing life together," growing in mutual faith and accountability to one another. Forgive the description, but it's a very "Millennial" thing to do. But as I listened to woman after woman talk about their relationship between this woman and the Breakfast, it occurred to me that this quiet ministry was already "doing life together." The group has lost three of its members in the last year. They have experienced family members go through crises. Their lives and struggles and hopes are linked in a "koinonia"--a living assembly. It is not manufactured, but very organic and real. The Ladies Prayer Breakfast does not get the attention or the focus or the promotion that other ministries get, but it is part of "church."

So what "quiet" groups are in your church? You don't have to join every group you

discover, but maybe a give a word of affirmation and an offer of prayer to its members. You may be surprised at how much these little known ministries are  "doing life together."

HAPPY NEW YEAR

HAPPY NEW YEAR!
And welcome to a brand new, simple post for what will hopefully be a new beginning for this blog. You may have noticed a slight change in the title to STILL Incomprehensible by Tim" In other words, it's still by Tim--same guy, a little older, maybe a tad wiser.
     It's still called "Incomprehensible," mainly because you never know what will come up. It could be serious, it could be humorous. It may touch on politics or pop culture. Ministry and children's ministry will be topics. It is (still) a running essay from my brain to your eyes.
     But you can expect to see some other minor changes as the days and weeks go by, mostly cosmetic and some adjustment of how I unfold content. But the biggest change is that I will attempt to keep the blog current. I won't promise a post every day, but I will try my best to post regularly, as opposed to waiting months (or years) to chime in. And if you have ideas on topics, drop a comment below.
     As for today, the first day of a brand new year, I offer no big insights, no pithy observations, no goofy anecdotes, no brilliant satires, or edgy analysis.. Just a simple wish for a blessed 2020 and a timely warning to old and new readers:
      I'm back!

WHO KNEW WHAT MARY KNEW (Another Look at a Popular Holiday Song)

With all the hubbub over the classic holiday song, Baby, It's Cold Outside, it's easy to forget another Christmas offering that has been the subject of derision in recent years.

We're speaking, of course, about the iconic Mary, Did You Know? This hauntingly beautiful song, written by Mark Lowry, has been covered by dozens of artists over the years such as Kenny Rogers, Cee Lo Greene, and Pentatonix. It has become a staple of most modern holiday albums. It is a poignant song about the fact that Jesus was not just an ordinary baby, but none other but the great I AM. At its core, it highlights the deity of Christ, a central doctrine of the historic Christian faith.
Why do some feel it is their life mission to snipe and point out the flaws in such a moving tune?

Yet, snipes come. And surprisingly, most of the vehemence comes from Christian circles. Theologians smugly smile and point out that Mary did indeed know how special Jesus was. Most trot out doctrinal distinctives the same way they point out how silly it is to have three wise men at the manger when every knowledgeable believer knows that there were more than three wise men and they did not show up until two years later at Joseph's house. Others are a little more blunt, saying, "I hate this song--of course, Mary knew!" There's even a post that questionably changes the lyrics to read, "Mary freaking knew. . .that her baby boy. . .would someday walk on water . . ."

Yes, Mary knew. Maybe not every specific detail of Jesus' life and ministry (since they had not happened yet), but yeah, she knew that Jesus was not just a baby in the manger. Nobody disputes that.

What the "Christmas critics" don't seem to get is that the question, "Mary, did you know. . ." is a rhetorical one. Like an interviewer who asks a marathon winner, "who got to the finish line first?", the singer of this song is not fishing for information, but reinforcing what is already known. He or she is not interrogating Mary, but reminiscing with her.

And really, most importantly: the song isn't for Mary. It's not about her or what she knows or knew or anything. It's not actually asking Mary if she knew.

It's asking us if we know.

Did we know that the Baby in the manger that we so casually reference every December is none other than God in human flesh? That He came for a purpose, a reason, a terrible, tragic, exciting, blessed mission to save mankind from sin?

And does knowing this make a difference in our lives? In your life?

The problem is, a lot of people don't know. And a lot of people who do know, don't really believe it.
As we prepare for Christmas, may we realize that the little baby in the manger is indeed Lord of all creation and that He is the great I AM: God in human flesh.

Do you know?