Pure and Undefiled Religion

Pure and undefiled religion is practiced by those who understand that God's way is something that should not only be talked about on Sunday mornings, but lived every day of the week.

I am always amazed at young people's capacity to serve others when given the chance. Our little youth group in Happy has been taking care of our widows' lawns for the past 17 summers. The program has become so popular that some of our married ladies have briefly contemplated doing away with their husbands in order to have their lawns done on a regular basis. Of course, they are just kidding... for the most part.

I like watching our kids, when they are serving. I like seeing young men learn how to take care of our older ladies. I like seeing the girls doing everything from the mowing, to the pulling of weeds and taking out the trashes. These are easy things for young people, but they are really big deals for our widows.

I have seen our young men come back to our widows' homes, even at times that we are not officially "serving". I have seen them do everything from installing swamp coolers and storm doors, to painting and anything else that just needed doing. Last year, two of our young men, about 13 years of age, were just roaming around town to see what else our widows needed doing.

Last night, one of the young men, not even 12, came up and asked if he could help mow another lawn that he knew we couldn't get to on our designated night. He knew that it needed doing and he knew that the 85 year old lady whose lawn needed attention couldn't do it - so he asked if he could help. Now, this won't make the evening news, but it seems to me much more newsworthy than most of the things that do.

The scriptures tell us that pure and undefiled religion is to help the widows and orphans in their distress. I know that there are many things that go into this type of religion, but I enjoy watching our kids and adults take a part, in their small way, in fulfilling God's design of the church taking care of those who need it most. It's good training, I think, and I have loved being trained by these young people with pure motives and very mature hearts.

Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.   James 1:27, NIV

Small Town, U.S.A.

“I come from this really small town… where everything was la-di-da and normal.”

Miley Cyrus

In the small town that I am privileged to call home, most everything is normal.

We normally worship with the church on Sunday.

We normally go about our business the rest of the week.

We normally don’t make headlines for things that decent people normally don’t talk about.

We normally help out our neighbors when they need the help.

We normally fill the school auditorium and gym to support our kids.

We normally go to Bible study on Wednesdays.

We normally keep our word.

We normally pray in public, even at school events, because the normal people in this la-di-da town have read both the Bible and the Constitution.

We normally look after our widows.

We normally honor one another.

We normally like each other.

We normally pray for one another.

We normally believe in Hell, so we try not to live a life that will get us there.

We normally believe in Heaven, and are making plans to go, by the grace of God.

We normally mind our own business.

Recently, I visited a big city – they have everything. They have hookah shops and voodoo shops and people that sleep on the street in broad daylight. They have bars and fine restaurants and the smell of raw sewage in the air. They have pictures of naked people on display on their sidewalks – right out in the open… where their kids can see. They have a lot of sorrow, from what I can see, but at least they live in a place that is not all “la-di-da” and normal.

Did I mention that we normally go to worship on Sundays in the small town that I am privileged to live in?

“Who is wise? Let them realize these things. Who is discerning? Let them understand. The ways of the Lord are right; the righteous walk in them, but the rebellious stumble in them.”

Hosea 14:9, NIV

Happy, Happy, Happy!

Happy, Happy, Happy: "That peace of mind you get when you come to Jesus Christ"

Phil Robertson - "the Duck Commander"

Happy, Happy, Happiness is going around in our little town after our girls won the mile relay at the State track meet in Austin this weekend. Lynde, Sierra, Elise and Tori - along with our super coach, Tim Givens - left Happy on Thursday to the tune of sirens and cheers. At midnight on Friday they gave the town of Happy something to truly cheer about: A gold medal in the mile relay.

I got a call from one of the girls' grandmothers right after midnight. She said she knew it was late but that she had to tell us about the race... as the Dad of three former high school athletes, I understood her excitement completely.

Monday, May 13 at 2:30, the town will go out to the school to honor the victors. We will be celebrating with these four in particular - but it's really for all of our kids, past and present, who have ever competed. We know that all of their sporting events are just a game, but we celebrate because those who participate are not just any old kids: They are our kids. And we are proud of them!

There is one other "Happy, Happy, Happy" area of our lives that we should also think about... and that is our Lord and Savior. If you are saved -if you have truly come to Jesus in His way - then you know what happiness is. It is the peace of mind that only comes through Jesus. If you don't know this happiness, may I recommend that you come to know Christ? These events that we celebrate are indeed special, but they will mean nothing in the end if we don't have Christ. But, if you do, then you truly can experience this Happy, Happy, Happy life.

So for now: To Lynde and Sierra and Elise and Tori and to our super coach Tim, we thank you for the pure joy of watching you compete and win! Isn't it grand to be Happy, Happy, Happy!

Happy the people to whom such blessings fall! Happy the people whose God is Lord!

Psalms 144:15, RSV

The Big Deal about Small Towns

It was very much like Norman Rockwell: small town America. We walked to school or rode our bikes, stopped at the penny candy store on the way home from school… ” Dorothy Hamill

I come from Main Street, from a small town that’s really depressed.” Ben Bernanke

Do you come from a small town? If so, which of the above quotes applies to your town? If you live in a typical small town and are over fifty, then it is very likely that both quotes apply to your town… the first to the town of your youth, and the second to the town of the present.

Why is that, I wonder? There are probably dozens of reasons for the decline of small towns in America, from the large shopping centers in the big cities luring small town folks from their small town merchants, to our ever mobile society, to the fact that kids are kids and typically cannot wait to shake the dust of their little town from their feet and move to where the action is.

The small town I live in is kind of a mixed picture. Our Main Street has fallen into the typical disrepair of an older, untended, downtown area. We have very few businesses and, therefore, very few opportunities for our kids to stick around when they do graduate from High School.

On the other hand, we have pockets of activity that show our town still has a lot of life left in it. We pack the football stadium with about 300 people on Fridays (the town only has 678 people when everybody is home),and pack the basketball gym with about the same number of folks during basketball season. It’s still hard to get a seat at graduation, and it’s still not unusual to have a 100 people show up for Sunday morning worship at the church I attend.

We also have a lot of people who want to do something about restoring Happy. The town is in the process of trying to bring back our old train depot that the very kind folks in Tulia, Texas have decided to donate back to Happy, if we can get enough money together to move it back.

You might be wondering what an old depot has to do with restoring a town, but I will tell you that I think it has a lot to do with it. Happy is clearing a lot, and raising funds to bring back and restore a part of our town from a by-gone era… an era in which things were simpler and people were maybe a bit kinder and the town was certainly a more thriving community - with multiple grocery stores, drug stores, barber shops, car dealerships, and the like.

Tonight, we are having a family night in the park. No big deal, perhaps, just a bunch of families getting together for games and hotdogs and that rare fellowship that good friends in small towns just seem to share… when they take the time.

So, if you have nothing pressing on your schedule, why not come on out tonight (Friday, June 27 at 8:00PM). You will see old friends and make a few new ones. And, you will have a chance to do your small part in helping restore our little town back to the cheery times that good old Norman Rockwell used to reflect so well in his vision of what was good and right in the U.S.A.

And that, dear friends, could be the beginning of a very big deal!

"Thus says the Lord, “Stand in the ways, and see. Ask for the old paths, where the good way is, and walk in it; then you will find rest for your souls.” Jeremiah 6:16, NKJV

Make A Wish

In Gibeon the Lord appeared to Solomon in a dream at night; and God said, "Ask what you wish Me to give to you".

I Kings 3:5, NASB

The event I'm about to share with you nearly took my breath away. It has taken me more than a few weeks to even write about it. It involves a four year old boy named Caleb. Caleb, his Dad and Mom, along with his three brothers and one sister, worship with us at the church of Christ in Happy, Texas.

Caleb has cancer.

The good people at the Make A Wish Foundation came to Caleb to ask him what wish he would like them to make come true. As you might imagine, Caleb's family had a lot of helpful suggestions. After all, it's not every day that you get to make an honest to goodness wish for anything you want with the expectation of it coming true.

What would you wish for, if you were a red-blooded four year old boy? Disneyland was heartily recommended. So were potential visits by famous sports figures and movie stars. The list was large, the possibilities endless, for this was Make A Wish and these very special people seem to work magic on a daily basis!

Do you know what four year old Caleb wished for?

His wish... was to go to his church in Happy.

I want to be in Heaven with Caleb... and I know you do too. But before that time, we have One who is even more powerful than Make A Wish to make our requests to. So, won't you join me and Caleb's family and friends in praying that God will lead Caleb gently through his bout with cancer? He is just starting six months of intensive chemotherapy treatments and, if God in His infinite wisdom so decides, Caleb will be with us for many more years to come.

And, if we are to be so honored, Caleb will be coming back to worship with a church family that is more blessed than they could possibly begin to fathom, because they have with them a four year old boy who wants nothing more than to get to be with them again.

Ask, and it will be given unto you...