Relevancy

Relevancy

Dear Friends,

Not long ago I passed a church with a sign out front that proudly read, “We sing old fashioned music!”  Now, aside from the fact that music is timeless, it made me wonder, “What do they mean by that?”  Have they installed a harpsichord?  Perhaps they’ve gone back to Gregorian chants?  Ok, I know what they meant.  They’re singing hymns and none of these new-fangled choruses that don’t sound right with an organ.  That’s their preference and I can respect that, but who are they trying to attract with that sign?  Certainly not unbelievers or anyone not raised in church with similar preferences.

Maintaining societal relevancy can be an unnerving process for many church people.  It’s a simple formula that we tend to hold; World (Society) = BAD, Church (God) = GOOD.  I’ve preached it many times!  We, church people, also tend to be guilty of getting things just the way WE like them and doing everything we can to keep it that way.  We come to believe that anything new, modern or different must be bad because its conforming to the world.  While no one wants to be in a church that’s irrelevant to their life, the idea of churches being relevant to prevailing culture can elicit a strong negative response for those who associate it with gimmicks, pageantry, and shallow messages light on the gospel.  But it doesn’t have to be this way.

The Bible paints relevancy as a godly attribute that’s required for disciples to effectively communicate the gospel of Christ to an ever-changing culture. But just like any attribute, relevancy can be twisted beyond its God-given intent and misused by sinful people.  So, as a church that desires to impact our community and beyond, I believe there are ways we should strive to remain relevant while protecting our Biblical foundation from compromise.

In Luke 7:12, Jesus sums up how God’s people are to treat others in what we call the Golden Rule: “Whatever you want others to do for you, do also the same for them.”  How do we like people to treat us? We like them to meet us on our level. To show an interest in things that matter to us. To use vocabulary that we can understand.  No one likes to be talked above or around or to be confused about what’s being said or going on.  If we like to be treated in a welcoming and understanding manner, we should likewise strive to be relevant to  those of our culture in the methods and styles we use to communicate the gospel and in the way we live out the Christian life.

The foundation of the gospel is the incarnation in which God the Son, Jesus, put on flesh to be one of us, to understand us, to show us the way back to God.  While remaining sinless, Jesus adopted the language and customs of His people and engaged in common cultural activities of the day. When He taught, Jesus used parables and illustrations relevant to first century Jews.  In Luke 13:4, Jesus taught using a recent news event and connected Old Testament Scriptures to common life experiences applicable to His audience.  When a church strives to be relevant to its community, it imitates our Savior who took the initiative to come down from heaven and live among His people and speak their language.  He didn’t water down hard truths but He attracted people to Him so that they could hear the message of the Kingdom of God.  He could have lived as a hermit or an oracle in the far reaches of a desert only accessible by a difficult journey.  Instead, He made it easy to approach Him and He welcomed those who came with compassion for their lostness.

While being relevant requires intentionality, it also happens naturally as a church body engages its community and fulfills the Great Commission. This is because when Christians interact with unchurched people on a regular basis, they gain perspective on how nonbelievers view the church from the outside.  This in turn, enables Christians to remove manmade stumbling blocks (vocabulary, rituals, rules) that may have crept into church practices.  These are barriers that unnecessarily hinder people from hearing and understanding the Good News.  Sometimes, this is as simple as making stylistic changes. These might include music, décor, signage, logos and marketing, dress, color schemes or any number of things related to design or method.

Comedian Jerry Seinfeld once quipped, “You can always tell what was the best year of your father’s life, because they seem to freeze that clothing style and just ride it out to the end.”  While that’s fine for an individual, it can be death to the effectiveness of a church!  We must ask ourselves, are there any “frozen styles” at our church that have nothing to do with the gospel or being faithful to Scripture, but have remained unchanged just because they have grown comfortable or they are sentimental?  As a church we should seek to model Jesus in being relevant to our community.

There are temptations and traps, however, that come with the godly pursuit of relevancy that many churches have fallen into that we must guard against.  The greatest of these is compromising Biblical truth.  Cultural relevancy, although a good thing, can become an idol when it leads the church to compromise Biblical values or make concessions to teaching truth.  This will lead to poor theology and an acceptance of sin.  This should never be!  There’s a big difference between helping people make sense of hard passages by explaining them in contemporary and relevant language, and watering down hard passages to make them say something other than what God intended them to mean.

Another temptation is to become self-serving.  The goal of being relevant to one’s culture or society is to exalt Jesus and build people up in the faith and to save the lost. But relevancy can be used as an excuse to change our message, focus and vision.  Over the past few years, pastors and church leaders everywhere have sacrificed their calling to preach and teach Jesus and the Good News to the “relevancy” of being active and vocal about politics and social activism.  That is not our calling!  Godly relevancy has nothing to do with being hip, cool, or trending on social media. It has everything to do with meeting unchurched and unsaved people where they are and communicating with them in ways and language they can receive and understand.

A church that desires to be relevant to its culture seeks to remove unnecessary alienation with the world that comes from differences in style, vocabulary and methodology.  Paul spoke of the need for this in 1 Corinthians 9:19-23.  You should read the whole passage but it ends with this; “…I try to find common ground with everyone, doing everything I can to save some. I do everything to spread the Good News and share in its blessings.”  Let’s face it, the message about sin and the need for repentance are subjects that attract worldly resistance, even ridicule, in any culture. Likewise, God’s principles on issues such as marriage, sexuality, abortion, and the origins of the universe—just to name a few—fly in the face of people who don’t yet understand why they should trust and submit to Biblical authority and morality.  For this reason, we must never confuse cultural relevancy with cultural approval.

When a church seeks to be relevant to its community, it does so to make it easier for people to hear and believe the gospel.  Conversely, when a church strives simply for society’s approval, it creates a slippery slope where truth is compromised and faith is rendered useless. 

As we begin to emerge from this transition period in the life of our church and to stretch out at our new campus, we must set aside personal preferences and out dated looks and practices and endeavor to evaluate our relevancy to those in our community.  Not for the sake of numbers, increased offerings or change alone but for the sake of souls! 

Only by Grace!

Pastor Mike



Unexpected Visitor

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Unexpected Visitor

 

We had the opportunity to take our annual family fall trip up to the mountains last week. This year marked the seventh year in a row for this particular place, where we stay in a wonderful house that is so comfortable and nice. Even though we don’t own it, we truly feel it is a home away from home. We enjoy the views of all the colorful leaves as we drive up through the mountains as well as around the house. We got settled in once we arrived and sat down in the family room for our first night of rest and relaxation. As we were sitting there visiting and, of course, watching Jordan run around playing, I began to hear some knocking on the outside of the house. There were only a few knocks every so often, but it got my curiosity up. It was dark and I tried looking out to try and see if there was something out there or if there was just a limb being blown by the wind that would knock against the house. I couldn’t see anything, so I sat back down. A little later I heard something again. I thought I might know what it was and wanted to look out thru the kitchen window. I turned all the inside lights off so there would be nothing glaring on my side of the glass. I turned on the light of my cellphone and sure enough, there was the culprit. Just outside of the kitchen window was the wooden trash bin. The previous guests had evidently not latched the lid down correctly and there just ten feet on the other side of that window was a full-grown black bear going through their trash. It was a little unnerving while at the same time being quite fascinating. I’ve never been that close to a wild bear, and I found myself relieved I was inside the house. The bear had lifted the heavy lid off that trash bin, lifted two plastic trash barrels out of the bin, and then pulled every bag out of each of those barrels in search of something to eat. I raised the window so I could see better which made a noise. The bear looked right at me and slammed his two front paws down on the ground as if to say, “Get back! This is my food!” Seemingly, the bear determined we were no threat and simply spent another thirty minutes slowly going through everything and eating whatever he could find, paying no attention to our lights or talking while watching him rummage through the garbage. I knew there were bears there and had even seen pictures of some in the yard around that house. But in all the previous years we had never seen one while being there. It was quite exciting. I found myself thinking several things about this bear. It was a beautiful creature with thick, black fur. It gave off a childlike innocence as it went through the trash not always knowing if one thing was something to eat or not. It seemed very content just sniffing and tasting. Eating was basically all that was on its mind. Still, this was a large animal that was very strong and powerful. I certainly respected it for that, yet it was almost like watching someone’s pet dog.

 

I remember my third-grade teacher, Mrs. Prince, saying on the first day in her classroom, “I can be nice, but I can also be mean as a bear.” I quickly made up my mind to never make her mad. I didn’t want to see her be mean as a bear, especially with me. Bears can maul and seriously hurt or even kill you. Then I thought about David when he was about to face Goliath. He told King Saul in 1 Samuel 17:34-37, “Your servant was tending his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and took a lamb from the flock, I went out after him and attacked him, and rescued it from his mouth; and when he rose up against me, I seized him by his beard and struck him and killed him. Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; and this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, since he has taunted the armies of the living God. … The Lord who delivered me from the paw of the lion and from the paw of the bear, He will deliver me from the hand of this Philistine.” I can’t imagine fighting a bear with my own hands. I’ve always had respect for David, but after seeing this bear so close, my respect for him has grown. But notice who David gives the credit – the Lord. Even though David had the strength and ability to kill the bear, he knew it was the Lord who gave him that strength and ability.

 

We may not have to face a bear or a lion with our own bare hands, but we have to face a lot of battles in life that are just as threatening. We face financial stresses, pandemics, economic upheaval, protecting our family, providing for our children, difficult relationships and many other things in life that threaten us physically, emotionally, mentally, and even spiritually. But, we have to remember Whose we are. We have to remember Who will deliver us.

 

“Don’t be afraid, for I am with you. Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you. I will hold you up with my victorious right hand.”

Isaiah 41:10

 

Bro. Paul Reed

 

Tuesday, November 9, 2021

 

 



Conflict

Conflict

Dear Friends,

Every day that goes by we, as a church body, get closer to occupying our new home at Marsh’s Edge.  The task that God set before this church so many years ago has been monumental but now, we are nearing its fulfillment.  But we are not done yet!  We are entering the final phases of construction and then the work of moving, the grand opening celebration and so forth.  We also have to pay for it all.  There are so many decisions to be made, details to consider and changes that will occur, heads will spin and stress will mount.  Even though everything is going great right now, this is a time that is ripe for disagreement, misunderstanding and conflict.  While I pray that it doesn’t occur, as your pastor, my mind naturally goes to how can we best prepare so that our church family and our mission is not damaged if it does.

I find conflict to be particularly uncomfortable in a church situation. We are a family but not a “blood” family.  I mean, we all have family members that we don’t like but because they’re family we have to love them.  So, we may yell and argue but, in the end, you know it will blow over and you’ll see them next Thanksgiving and act like nothing ever happened.  Church family doesn’t have that same kind of bond.  People get upset and they walk away many times waving the dirty laundry around for everyone to see and damaging the church for years.

Now, there are many areas of a church where conflict can develop. However, most of them tend to fall under one of three categories: conflict due to blatant sin in the body, conflict with leadership or conflict between believers. Admittedly, many issues can cross over and actually involve two or more of these categories. My personal experience is that the most frequent conflicts in church revolve around the budget and perhaps, to a slightly lesser degree, how things are done or how things look.  Certainly, this is not unexpected.  For as many people that attend a local church, there are just as many opinions for almost any topic that may arise.  In the same way, people are natural political creatures.  Anytime a group of 3 or more people get together, some form of politics usually occurs.  Politics, by it very nature, causes and exploits conflict.  We, as a church and as believers, are called to rise above politics in our interactions.  Paul says in Romans 15:5-6 “May the God who gives endurance and encouragement give you a spirit of unity among yourselves as you follow Christ Jesus, so that with one heart and mouth you may glorify the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ.”  Being unified and acting with one heart and one mouth means working through conflict in a Biblical manner.

Believers who blatantly sin pose a conflict for the church as described in 1 Corinthians 5. The church that does not deal with sin among its members will open the door to more problems. The church is not called to be judgmental of unbelievers, but the church is expected to confront and restore believers who are unrepentant of sins.  Jesus provides a concise procedure for the confrontation and restoration of a believer in Matthew 18:15-17. Confrontation should be done carefully, meekly, and with the goal of restoration (Galatians 6:1). Churches that humbly and lovingly discipline sinning individuals will curtail a great deal of conflict in the church.

There will be times when believers might not be content with the direction or actions of those in church leadership.  When churches do not have a clear process for dealing with such concerns, people tend to create their own platforms. Individuals may begin polling others in the church, get involved in gossip, or even develop a group of “concerned people.”  So often these “concerns” are not really spiritual in nature but are born out of selfish concern for their own opinions and preferences.  Certainly, leadership should lead like selfless, loving shepherds with a servant attitude.  They should never lord their position over others (1 Peter 5:1-3). However, Hebrews 13:7,17 tells those in the church who may be frustrated that they should still respect their leaders.  Paul tells the church in 1 Timothy 5:19 that accusations against an elder (pastor) should not even be entertained without strong and sufficient evidence.  Be that as it may, leaders are not perfect and on occasion they need to be confronted, however, an individual should follow the pattern set down in Matthew 18:15-17 to ensure that there is no confusion as to where each stands and Ephesians 4:15 says that we should talk to everyone in a loving manner.

The Bible warns us that there will be conflict among and between believers.  Some conflict is due to pride and selfishness (James 4:1-10). Some conflicts come about because of offenses that have not been forgiven (Matthew 18:15-35). God has told us to always work toward peace (Romans 12:18, Colossians 3:12-15). It is the responsibility of each believer to seek to resolve any conflict. The Bible gives us some excellent advice on how to do that properly.  First, make sure that our heart attitude is correct.  We should be meek (Galatians 6:1); Humble (James 4:10); Forgiving (Ephesians 4:31-32); and Patient (James 1:19-20).  Second, we must evaluate our part or motivation in the conflict.  Matthew 7:1-5 says to remove the log from our own eye first before helping others with the speck in theirs.  Third, go to the individual (not to others) to voice your concern (Matthew 18:15). This should be done with loving care and not to just get something off your chest. Furthermore, always attack the problem rather than the person. This gives the person a better opportunity to clarify the situation or to seek forgiveness for the offense.  Finally, if the first attempt does not accomplish understanding or the needed results, go back with another person that can help with mediation (Matthew 18:16).   Always remember that the goal is not to win an argument or to get our own way; it is to win our fellow believer to reconciliation and maintain unity within the body of the church.

Please remember that as we go through these times of change, a bit of uncertainty and maybe even a little upheaval that our purpose, our mission for being a church remains the same.  To grow deeper in our knowledge and love of God and to reach farther to encounter the lost with the gospel.  Everything is done with the goal of glorifying God.  We can only do these effectively if we remain unified and deal with any conflict in a healthy Biblical way.

Only by Grace!

Pastor Mike



JC

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JC

 

We recently had a loss of one of our family members. My niece’s husband, JC, battled colon cancer for a little over a year. He passed from this earth on Sunday, October 17 and he was only 34 years old. As I got to thinking, I really didn’t know him that well. We had seen each other over the past several years only at family gatherings and that was usually maybe a day or so at a time with many other family members around. Then it was at least a year or two or more between those times. I knew him as a fine young man, very nice and friendly, but I didn’t know him like I would a close friend. Living far from each other and limited time spent together hindered our getting to know one another better. However, I very much wanted to attend his funeral and be there with family during this time. Debbie and I and our grand-daughter, Jordan, made the trip. Two days of driving got us there late afternoon the day before the service. We had a few hours to visit with my niece and her two children, as well as my sister, and another sister who was able to come. The service was held in a high school gymnasium the next morning and was very well attended. I was quickly realizing more of who JC was as several hundred people were filing in. His impact upon his community was evidently very big. Several of his friends since childhood and his brother shared about JC and their relationships. It was good to hear stories of his childhood as well as his early adult life and how he meant so much to his friends and family. As the minister began sharing, he shared scripture and then talked about how JC always had a concern for others. He wanted to help others and encourage them in whatever they were doing. He then said, “We need to live like JC lived.” That phrase stuck with me.

 

I’ve always thought about his name, “JC”, and those initials. I finally found out what they stood for on the funeral program. But in hearing them, I’ve always thought about the other “JC” I know. As the minister said that phrase, “live like JC”, the preacher inside me was ready to jump up and preach. It was a great lead-in for sharing the gospel. Yes, I could agree with “live like JC” because he lived like THE JC. He was kind, caring, concerned for others, helped others, encouraged others, and wanted the best for others. He touched others lives by treating them with love just like THE JC does. And JC did those things because he knew THE JC – Jesus Christ. He tried to do things right because that’s what Jesus Christ does and wants us to do. His life exemplified Jesus with all those who knew him. He was a loving friend to everyone. He was a loving father to his children. He was a loving husband to my niece. He was a loving son-in-law to my sister and her husband. He was a loving member of our family no matter how he was related. And he was able to love because he knows the One who first loved him.

 

“Dear friends, let us continue to love one another, for love comes from God. Anyone who loves is a child of God and knows God. But anyone who does not love does not know God, for God is love. God showed how much He loved us by sending His one and only Son into the world so that we might have eternal life through Him. This is real love – not that we loved God, but that He loved us and sent His Son as a sacrifice to take away our sins. Dear friends, since God loved us that much, we surely ought to love each other. No one has ever seen God. But if we love each other, God lives in us, and His love is brought to full expression in us.”

1 John 4:7-12 NLT

 

I was glad I had the opportunity to attend that funeral and get to know JC better through the sharing of his friends and family. It was evident that JC lived his life loving others. I’m grateful he is a part of my family. I’m sorry I didn’t know him better here on this earth, but I’m glad I will have the opportunity to get to know him better for all eternity in heaven. Until then, I want to live like JC.

 

Bro. Paul Reed

 

Tuesday, November 2, 2021

 

 



Comfort or Growth?

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Comfort or Growth?

 

The last few days I’ve been working on finishing the new flooring in the main part of the house. I started on this project over a year ago and am finally about finished with the last bedroom. I have noticed a big difference with the luxury vinyl plank flooring verses the old carpet. That old carpet had a nice cushion underneath that the new doesn’t. There is a little bit of give, but not near that of the carpet with the padding underneath. In some ways I miss that padding. It felt nice walking on it. But, the carpet looked old and had several places where it was stained too deep to get out. As I cut strips and sections of that carpet, there was all kinds of sand, dust, and dirt that came out of it. We had run a vacuum cleaner over it many times, yet that sand and dirt was still deeply embedded in that carpet. Then, the padding underneath was exposed. The part that made the carpet feel nice was actually the worst. The amount of dirt, dust, and sticky grossness within it was repulsive. I definitely had to have my work gloves on when handling it. My mind would race thinking about what had gotten into it as it was walked upon for the last 25 years. I had to make myself stop before I got sick. After it was all removed from the house and the subfloor was scraped, swept, and completely cleaned I finally could breathe without fear of something bad coming into my nose. I’m sure the carpet was nice when it was first laid down, but it trapped all kinds of dirt and filth over the years. And the padding, what made it feel the nicest, was our worst enemy in holding the filth.

 

We get trapped into and by all sorts of things that feel good. We like those things and think they are good because of how they make us feel. The difficulty with that is what feels good is not always the best. Some things that feel good are actually trapping us and damaging to our lives and our walk with Christ. They may have been good before, but now they have become old and are holding us back from growing and moving forward to better things that God has for us. They may not feel as comfortable, but that’s only because they are new, and we are being challenged as we are growing out of our comfort zone. Paul encourages the believers in Philippi to grow in the Lord as he writes, “I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding. For I want you to understand what really matters, so that you may live pure and blameless lives until the day of Christ’s return.” (Philippians 1:9-10) We can’t be happy staying in a spiritual rut because it feels good. We must grow in our walk with Christ so we can know Him more and experience the fullness of Christ and His glory. Getting out of a comfortable rut is not always easy, but we must if we want to grow.

 

That new floor may not feel quite as good to my bare feet as the carpet did. But I know it definitely looks better and no doubt is better for my allergies and health. I’m glad to get rid of that old stuff. There’s no telling what it was doing to my sinuses. And I don’t want anything holding me back from growing in the Lord. I’m ready to walk on that new path of growth God has planned for me (Eph. 2:10).

 

Bro. Paul Reed

 

Tuesday, October 19, 2021

 

 



Old Friends

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Old Friends

 

I enjoy remembering old friends. It’s fun sometimes to think back to how things were as we grew up together. There were neighborhood friends that we would meet and play in one or the other’s backyards. Or we would meet on one of our driveways and ride bikes around on it or through the neighborhood streets. There were school friends that we grew up with being in the same grade. Sometimes we had the same teacher in grade school and had our desks next to one another. As we got older, maybe our schedules were similar in middle school and high school and we had some classes together. There were some I was friends with because we shared a particular class. I had friends that were on the football team. I had friends that were in the band. I had friends that were in my math classes. In my senior year, I took a creative writing class and became closer to some friends that I hadn’t spent as much time with before. Most were friends that I had known since we were in kindergarten, but we hadn’t always had much in common or many classes together. This class was different, and it gave me opportunities to spend a lot of time with them due to several projects we worked on together. One of those friends was a guy that I ended up hanging out with a lot outside of that class. We developed a closer friendship where we could share with one another some difficulties or struggles we were going through. Along with that, I had several opportunities to share my faith in Jesus with him. He was always willing to listen and had questions and wanted to discuss it with me. But, when I would ask him if he wanted to trust in Jesus as his Savior, he always would say, “That sounds good, but I’m just not ready to do that right now.” We kept close throughout our senior year and even into the following summer. We went to different colleges and would see each other only a few times during those years. The last time I remember seeing him was at the old Wal-Mart back home when I was visiting for Christmas. We were both married by that time and in there for some last-minute shopping. It was good seeing him and catching up just a little as our encounter was brief. That had to have been over twenty-five years ago. Last week I heard that old friend had passed away. His older sister had posted it on social media.

 

I was saddened to hear about his passing. Not only because a friend had died, but more so because a friend died and I don’t know if he ever received Jesus. It has been heavy on my mind a lot since I heard. There is nothing I can do about it now, but did I do enough? I had the opportunity to share with him when we were in high school and a few times after, but was it enough? Was my life enough of a Christian example to make him want what I had? Did he ever see Jesus in me? I may never know the answers to those questions. Yet, those thoughts are still on my mind. Although I can’t do anything for him now, I can let his passing be a hard reminder of the responsibility I have while I’m still alive on this earth. I must be about my Father’s business. I must be sharing my faith, sharing Jesus with all who will listen, and even those who won’t. I must be allowing Christ to live in and through me so others will see Him. I don’t want any of my friends, family, or acquaintances to not know Jesus as their Savior. I must be living for Him.

 

“I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me.”  Galatians 2:20

 

Bro. Paul Reed

 

Tuesday, October 12, 2021

 

 



Metamorphosis

Metamorphosis

Dear Friends,

Recently, Amy and I drove down the coast of Maine.  One of our motivations for the trip was to see and enjoy the changing colors of the leaves.  We don’t get to see much of that this far south.  Having grown up farther to the north I find there are times when I miss that defining shift between summer and autumn.  The crisp morning air and the vibrant colors signal the changing seasons.  The same thing happens with the new growth of spring after cold, dreary winters.

Metamorphosis is the process by which a person or thing changes into something new and completely different.  The most recognizable example of this is, of course, a caterpillar changing into a butterfly.  We also see it between the seasons and around some holidays.  People can experience metamorphosis as well.  This could describe development from an awkward teenager into a confident adult or maybe even a complete change of character.  For believers, our metamorphosis came on the day that God transferred our individual citizenship from the kingdom of darkness to the Kingdom of His dear Son (Col. 1:31).  Of course, the Bible promises a future metamorphosis as well, when our mortal bodies are transformed into bodies that will never die (1 Cor. 15:51-54).

Frederica Baptist Church is in the final stages of a metamorphosis of our own.  Nineteen years ago, this church was born by people with a new vision and a new focus.  For a while we wiggled around, growing and maturing, adding new people, new ideas and new direction, but always our eyes were on preparing for what we would one day become.  As the time drew closer, we began shedding things that would not be part of our new self and we entered that stage of pupation, of transformation into something that looks completely different from what we look like now.  Within the next few months, we will emerge into our bright new appearance.  It will be vibrant with color and purpose!  It will be attractive to everyone who has been watching and waiting for the big moment.  What a moment that will be!

Now, with all these good changes – and changes that update look and design are good and necessary – we must always hold strong to our unchanging foundation, God’s Word.  Even in our metamorphosis, the core of who we are will remain the same. 

If you have ever watched a butterfly emerge from its cocoon you will have noticed what a great struggle it goes through to break free. During these struggles the circulatory system carries essential nutrients to the developing wings as they fight against the wrapping of the cocoon. Whenever the struggling phase for the butterfly is disrupted (or made easy), the wings develop abnormally or not at all.  Our metamorphosis from who we were into who we will be has not and will not be easy.  That’s important, because the struggle is good for us!  As we struggle, we learn to rely upon the sufficiency of Christ and His provision for us.  That struggle should draw us closer to the truth of the gospel, knowing that the devil would like nothing better than to mire us down in internal squabbles or the external cares of the world.  If he can do that, we will develop abnormally and lose all relevance in the society that God has called us to reach.

So, embrace our metamorphosis!  Look forward to the beautiful changes to come as we emerge transformed!  Don’t shy away from the struggles but know that they will make us even stronger. Then, on that day when our moment has arrived, lift your hands to the One who has brought us through this decade’s long transformation process.  On that day our new journey begins!

Only by Grace!

Pastor Mike



I Remember

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I Remember

 

I remember really liking an orange shirt with Winnie the Pooh on the front pocket area. I wore that shirt when I was three or four years old. I remember living in a white brick house with a big oak tree in the front yard and my dad’s garden in the back. I remember the large drainage ditch that ran along one side of the yard and around the very back. I remember playing football with my brother in the front yard and the sidewalk to the front door was the fifty-yard line. I remember a swing set in the back yard, but I don’t actually remember playing on it. I remember when I was five years old talking with my father one night in my parent’s bedroom and praying to receive Jesus as my Savior. I remember moving to an old two-story house closer to downtown that had wood floors. I remember running and sliding across that floor with just our socks on until my brother got a big splinter in his foot. I remember it being so cold several times that we had to stay upstairs until lunch because there wasn’t enough gas in town to heat the downstairs. I remember moving to our new house that dad had built on the west side of town. I remember petting the neighbor’s horses in the pasture there behind the house when they would lean their heads down over the fence. I remember watching two snakes fight on the back porch and then watched the king snake swallow the copper head snake after winning the fight. I remember raking pine straw a lot because we had so many pine trees in that yard. I remember playing games with my family in the living room by the fireplace. I remember moving from that house to another one closer to town where I had my own bedroom and didn’t have to share with my brother. I remember it was upstairs, small, and had no windows, but I liked it. I remember moving to another house east of town where my father started getting sick. I remember not liking the neighbor’s dog because it always came over to our yard and bothered us. I remember moving to two other houses before my father passed away and before I graduated high school. I remember all my life, wherever we lived, there was music being played on piano and organ and there was singing. I remember all my life, wherever we lived, we always went to First Baptist Church in DeQueen. I remember my Sunday School teachers and R.A. leaders, one of which became my father-in-law. I remember my children’s and youth choir leaders and singing in the church. I remember the pastors: Bro. Joe who baptized me; Bro. Nick who cried a lot when he preached because he was so burdened for the lost; and Bro. Victor who played golf with me and preached my father’s funeral. I remember my youth minister, Steve, who was awesome and always helping me in ways that I didn’t fully realize until later in my life. I remember God calling me into full-time ministry at youth camp in Siloam Springs, Arkansas the summer after my junior year of high school. I remember starting college and feeling scared and alone. I remember later really enjoying college and learning more about music and ministry. I remember hearing and reading in scripture many places where God told the Israelites to remember all He had done for them. I remember hearing and reading 2 Timothy 2:8, “Always remember that Jesus Christ, a descendant of King David, was raised from the dead. This is the Good News I preach.” I remember as I got older coming to a better understanding of what God had done for me when He saved me. I remember that I don’t deserve His love. I remember that I don’t deserve His grace and mercy. I remember that I am His child – a child of God. I remember “that nothing can ever separate us from God’s love” (Romans 8:38). I remember Jesus said, “I give them eternal life, and they will never perish. No one can snatch them away from me,” (John 10:28). I remember He also said, “But you will receive power when the Holy Spirit comes upon you. And you will be My witnesses, telling people about me everywhere” (Acts 1:8). I remember surrendering to His call upon my life to serve Him in full-time ministry. I remember following His leading to college and to seminary and the degrees He led me to study and earn. I remember the strength and understanding He gave me in order to accomplish that. I remember the strength and ability to live for Him all the days of my life. I remember my God. I remember my Savior. I remember my calling. I remember.

 

Bro. Paul Reed

 

Tuesday, October 5, 2021

 



Waiting

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Waiting

 

Monday morning, I had the opportunity to get out of my routine and play some golf. As it turned out, our ministers’ outing tee time this month was at 8:30 with only one golfer – me. I really enjoy playing golf with others, especially other pastors and getting to fellowship with them and laugh at their shots. But, I also enjoy just playing by myself sometimes. With the early tee time, I knew I needed to leave the house a little earlier because traffic coming onto the island around 8:00 would be heavy. Unfortunately, I didn’t know it would be THAT heavy, as both lanes of the causeway came to a stop on the Mackay River bridge. I found myself creeping along, waiting for the other cars to move. I said to myself, “This is not good. I’m going to be late.” Slowly, the vehicles ahead of me began to move and I was able to get through the congestion. I didn’t take Sea Island Road because that lane was not moving, so I went up Demere. Unfortunately, there were slower vehicles in front of me there and I had to wait on them to finally get into the right turning lane for McDonalds before I could get around them. I had to wait on several vehicles in the round about but finally made it onto Frederica Road heading north. Thankfully, my lane was mostly clear, and all the lights were green when I came to them. I made it to Hampton Point right at 8:30 and quickly made my way to the first tee and took a deep breath. It was a beautiful day and almost perfect for a round of golf. Since I was the only one playing and my shots were staying in the fairway, for the most part, I was able to play very quickly. When I came up to the fourth hole, I had to wait because there was a couple on the green. However, they waved me on to hit through, so I did. Once again, I was quickly playing through the course until I came to the fourteenth hole. There, I had to wait for a group ahead of me. I could see they were waiting on a group ahead of them. So, I decided to just relax because my moving fast was no longer happening. The last five holes of the round took about as long to play as the previous ten. It was wait, hit, and wait the rest of the time. I finished my round and was ready to head to meet Pastor Mike and Pastor Cameron for lunch. When I pulled out of the clubhouse area, a slow-moving delivery truck was pulling out of a driveway just in front of me. You guessed it, I was behind that slow truck all the way from the north end of the island to the church. We stopped several times along the way and I waited for it to start moving again, wanting it to turn off onto another street, but it never did. Even at the final light, I had to wait on cars coming from the other direction before I could turn left into the church parking lot.

 

I don’t like to wait. I dare say most if not all people are like me. We want things to move along. We have things to do, places to go, people to see. We don’t need to have to wait on something or someone else. However, not being willing to wait can get us into trouble. Being impatient and not waiting while driving can cause an accident. Not waiting and doing enough research can cause great financial loss with purchases or investments. Not waiting can cause you to miss seeing someone, miss enjoying time with others, and many other things. The psalmist points out the most important person we need to wait on. David writes in Psalm 27:14, “Wait for the Lord; Be strong and let your heart take courage; Yes, wait for the Lord.” We never want to get ahead of God and His moving and His timing. And when we are facing trials and difficulties, even from others, we can be like David and wait on God to move and take care of us in the best way – His way. Waiting on God is not always easiest, but when we do, it shows our faith in Him and strengthens that faith as He proves Himself faithful through that experience. Whatever decisions we need to make as an individual, a family, or a church, we need to make sure we are prayed up on it and waiting on God to move or tell us when to move. That’s the waiting I strive for.

 

Waiting in traffic, on the golf course, in the checkout line, and other places can be tiring and frustrating. But we need to patiently wait for our health, our safety, and our witness. That waiting may actually be waiting on God because He has something He wants to show us or do and we don’t want to miss it.

 

Bro. Paul Reed

 

Tuesday, September 28, 2021

 

 



Small is Okay

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Small is Okay

 

Yesterday, I unlocked and opened one of the outside doors to the church so members of the brass choir could enter for rehearsal. As I walked through the doorway into the church, I noticed there was something hopping in front of me. It was difficult to see what it was as there weren’t but a few lights on and it was quite small. I thought it was a cricket, so I tried to chase it back to the door as I didn’t want to hear a cricket chirping in the sanctuary all week. But as I got closer, I realized it was not a cricket. It was brown in color like a cricket, but it was a lizard. A very small lizard. I wanted to catch it and take a picture of it in my hand with my phone, but it kept jumping out of my hand before I could get my phone out of my pocket. At one time it stayed still long enough for me to get a good look at it as it was on the tip of my little finger. It basically fit on that small part of my finger, no more than an inch or inch and a half long. It was incredible to me that it was so small. It jumped off my finger and headed toward the doorway, so I decided to leave it alone.

 

Everything starts out small. I know that baby whales are big, but compared to their mothers, they are small. The little critters like this lizard are so small and are all alone when they are born. They seem so tiny and fragile, yet they can and do survive and grow into mature lizards eight to ten inches long. Many things much smaller than this lizard do the same. Yet with us, it’s different. We start out in this world very small, but we are quite helpless. We cannot walk or run. We cannot feed ourselves. We could not survive on our own. We greatly need our parents or an adult to take care of us. We are completely dependent upon someone else. As we grow, we strive to become more and more independent so that we can take care of ourselves. But we can never be truly dependent just upon ourselves. Jesus said in John 15:5, “I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me and I in him, he bears much fruit, for apart from Me you can do nothing.” Apart from Jesus we can do nothing. Without Jesus we don’t have life. Without Jesus we don’t have strength. Without Jesus we can’t do what God has called us to do. Without Jesus we can’t do anything. We are dependent upon Jesus. When we depend upon Jesus, we have life. When we depend upon Jesus, we have strength. When we depend upon Jesus, we can accomplish the good works God has planned and called us to do. When we depend upon Jesus, we can do anything He wants us to do because He will do them through us. We may physically grow up and become independent in this world. But as maturing Christians, we know that spiritually we will always be dependent upon God.

 

That little lizard will find food and survive all on its own by the instincts that God has placed in it when He created it. And it will do the best it can in this one and only life it has. As humans, we may not be as independent at birth, but we have understanding because we have been created in the image of God. And with that understanding, we know this life on earth is not all there is. This life is the one and only chance we have to learn our dependence upon God. And it’s okay to be dependent upon God because He is the One that gives us everlasting life. Many will ridicule Christians for being so dependent upon God and Jesus, claiming They are just a crutch and we are weak. But I would much rather be small and depending upon God than big and depending upon myself.

 

“My health may fail, and my spirit may grow weak, but God remains the strength of my heart; He is mine forever.” Psalm 73:26

 

Bro. Paul Reed

 

Tuesday, September 21, 2021

 

 



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