There’s a crispness to the air as we come together for this week’s Blog. I’m Lee Harder, senior pastor at St. Paul Lutheran Church in Bulverde, Texas. I hope you join us today and every week for these few minutes. Better yet, if you’re in the neighborhood of the Red Roof Church off highways 1863 and 281 this Sunday morning, join us for worship at 8:30am or 10:45 am. We welcome all sinners into the presence of God’s Word.
The election is over — thank goodness. Thanksgiving is close at hand, but there’s still time so we don’t have to panic yet. And despite advertising to the contrary, Christmas is still over a month away. (Yeah, I better start getting the decorations out.) However, right now, I want to emphasize Sunday, November 11th which is a very special day. Sadly, it often goes unnoticed, unmarked and unappreciated except for those it touches directly. Veteran’s Day, the day we honor all our military veterans.
It is a day to honor and respect those men and women who have served in the armed forces of our nation to keep our country and, yes, the world safe. In truth, these brave and courageous people should be honored and remembered everyday and not just one. The price they pay is a high one because it impacts them personally for the rest of their lives and their loved ones, too. It’s not only the veterans who served that pay the price of their honored duty, it is their families who serve right along with them with the separation, worry and fear.
I come to you this week with one thought. If you see this vlog and Sunday lies before you, take a moment and pray a prayer of gratitude to God for their sacrifice. If you see this blog on our web page, then, take time (whatever else you’re doing can wait) and pray for our veterans that they be comforted from any pain they are challenged by, receive peace from God for the dreams, nightmares, and anguish that may overshadow them and that we are forever grateful as a nation for their service.
I thank you, Lord, for such committed people.
God bless you and God bless our men and women veterans and those who serve our country now. Keep them safe.
And those are my thoughts.
Greetings from St. Paul Lutheran Church in Bulverde, Texas. I’m Lee Harder, senior pastor, sharing this week’s blog/vlog with you. I hope you’ll share it with friends.
This is the week. At long last, this Tuesday we vote at the mid-term elections. It seems like it took us forever to get to this point, but it will soon be over. Under normal conditions, in a regular year like those in a more distant past, barring a week of “talking heads” analyzing each poll and minuet detail, we would be done with campaign talk of perpetual accusations, blatant lies, and outright deceptions for a few months, I would believe that. However, I fear the campaigning for 2020 will simply begin in earnest the next morning.
Whatever happened to an election of ideas where potential candidates could discuss and debate, project and define fundamental differences that exist between them and let the people decide. Silly me! It went the same way as an impartial, fair minded media that reported the news without an obvious bias. It went the way of people working hard, trying to do their best in every endeavor because it was the right thing to do and the way people lived.
The latest tidbit is a growing need to generate a new baby boom because fewer and fewer people are having families. Apparently having a family (children) isn’t a high priority. First must come establishing one’s position with prosperity and importance in the world, followed by personal comfort. Then one must seek out, via the internet and one of the many dating vehicles, the proper match according to statistical data, before even the thought of having a family. (Even then I wonder who will really be raising the children, daycare, the state, grandparents?)
I watch the news and I see pipe bombs being sent to people because they think differently, synagogues where people are murdered and hurt, and one can’t even have dinner out with family without be accosted by a mob of protesters because they believe in a different political position. This world is caught in a fever of insanity and lack of human consideration fed by forces of evil that won’t quite. If left unchecked, we’re going to burn ourselves up.
I have an idea. I don’t know if it will solve the way we do elections, treat one another with decency, or help young and old grow up to be caring, responsible adults, but it could. My suggestion is a little more (I would prefer a lot more) God in our lives. I’m not talking about the god of “happy holidays” but the God who gave us Christ. I’m not referring to the god of avarice who calls us to get all one can but the One who surrendered Himself on the cross so others could have life. I’m not referencing the god who calls on followers to destroy and kill those who believe differently, but the One, True God who calls for peace among people, all people.
Maybe if we start submitting ourselves to God’s will which Christ defined as loving God and one another, we might stop tearing ourselves apart with self serving conceit, seeking to destroy the lives of those with whom don’t agree, and condemning our nation’s history to the point of re-writing it because it isn’t perfect. Maybe. . .
But those are just my thoughts.
Lee Harder from St. Paul Lutheran Church in Bulverde, Texas sharing a few important thoughts prior to our mid-term elections to remind us who’s really in charge.
Have you ever been in the Washington Monument? It’s quite an experience. One detail that is seldom mentioned is that in Washington, D.C. there can never be a building of greater height than the Washington Monument. With all the uproar about removing the Ten Commandments and the drive to eradicate God from all things because some may be offended, this is worth a moment or two of your time. I was not aware of this amazing historical information, but I sure am grateful I know now.
On the aluminum cap, atop the Washington Monument in Washington, D.C., are displayed two words: Laus Deo. No one can see these words. In fact, most visitors to the monument are totally unaware they are even there and for that matter, probably couldn't care less. Once you know Laus Deo's history, you will want to share this with everyone you know.
These words have been there for many years; they are 555 feet, 5.125 inches high, perched atop the monument, facing skyward to the Father of our nation, overlooking the 69 square miles which comprise the District of Columbia, capital of the United States of America.
Laus Deo! Two seemingly insignificant, unnoticed words. Out of sight and, one might think, out of mind, but very meaningfully placed at the highest point over what is the most powerful city in the most successful nation in the world.
So, what do those two words, in Latin, composed of just four syllables and only seven letters, possibly mean? Very simply, they say 'Praise be to God!'
Though construction of this giant obelisk began in 1848, when James Polk was President of the United States, it was not until 1888 that the monument was inaugurated and opened to the public. It took twenty-five years to finally cap the memorial with a tribute to the Father of our nation, Laus Deo, 'Praise be to God!'
From atop this magnificent granite and marble structure, visitors may take in the beautiful panoramic view of the city with its division into four major segments. From that vantage point, one can also easily see the original plan of the designer, Pierre Charles L'Enfant … a perfect cross imposed upon the landscape, with the White House to the north, The Jefferson Memorial is to the south, the Capitol to the east and the Lincoln Memorial to the west.
A cross you ask? Why a cross? What about separation of church and state? Yes, a cross; separation of church and state was NOT, is NOT, in the Constitution. Allow me to go on.
How interesting and, no doubt, intended to carry a profound meaning for those who bother to notice.
When the cornerstone of the Washington Monument was laid on July 4th, 1848 deposited within it were many items including the Holy Bible presented by the Bible Society. Praise be to God! Such was the discipline, the moral direction, and the spiritual mood given by the founder and first President of our unique democracy 'One Nation, Under God.'
I am awed by George Washington's prayer for America...Have you ever read it or heard it? Well, now is your unique opportunity, allow me!
"Almighty God; We make our earnest prayer that Thou wilt keep the United States in Thy holy protection; that Thou wilt incline the hearts of the citizens to cultivate a spirit of subordination and obedience to government; and entertain a brotherly affection and love for one another and for their fellow citizens of the United States at large.
And finally that Thou wilt most graciously be pleased to dispose us all to do justice, to love MERCY, and to demean ourselves with that charity, humility, and pacific temper of mind which were the characteristics of the Divine Author of our blessed religion, and without a humble imitation of whose example in these things we can never hope to be a happy nation.
Grant our supplication, we beseech Thee, through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen."
My thanks to some friends who shared this with me so I can share it with you.
And with an election of great significance looming before us, those are my thoughts.
God bless. Laus Deo!
Lee Harder, pastor of St. Paul Lutheran Church in Bulverde, Texas back from a week off spending time with my oldest daughter and, now, fiancée.
I was somewhat surprised this past week when confronted by a true-blue, dyed in the wool, spirited millennial socialist. She clearly informed me that after 40 years of ministry, I was still ignorant about who Jesus is and where He would be, politically — progressive, naturally. Who would have suspected a doctor’s waiting room to be a venue for political debate?
In attentive silence I allowed her the floor to inform me of all my mistakes of interpretation in not informing people of the real Jesus. Jesus was obviously a socialist as she counted off the proofs, leaving me exposed to her truth.
#1 Jesus condemned the wealthy.
#2 Jesus elevated women over men.
#3 Jesus was an environmentalist.
#4 Jesus supported community ownership.
As I waited, it pleased me she knew of Jesus, even if she didn’t really know about Him. When she paused to take breath, I indicated just a moment of her time for a thought.
First, I don’t believe Jesus was political — render onto Caesar what is Caesar’s & to God what is God’s — doesn’t sound all that political to me. But if I were to attach any kind of political type description to Jesus, it would be “conservative” not as today’s equivalent would I define it, but as God defines it — His way in all things or, if I’m being less sensitive to someone of another view, the right way which is God’s way.
Second, Jesus never condemned wealth, so He could be, I suppose, a capitalist. He did condemn the misuse of wealth by greed, selfishness & the like. Not the same.
Third, Jesus didn’t elevate women, He treated them as God intended, as equals in status. In fact, one could take that a lot further by saying Jesus treated all people with the same love & compassion regardless of their station in life. Hardly the progressive way which seems determined to create classes each pitted one against another. I’m sure Jesus spoke of unity.
The environment thing, I simply said Jesus walked because they didn’t have cars, but He did ride into Jerusalem. You should have seen the look I got & from someone so young.
Finally, as to the socialist ideal of communal ownership, the sharing & caring that was seen between the disciples & those that were there for them had its roots in hospitality, not an elite governing force to oversee the community’s sharing & caring by human standards, not Godly ones.
I spoke as quickly as I could, so my response was indeed brief. However, with each point, she became more observably hostile. Fortunately, I was called into the office before anything further happened. I wished her a pleasant day, which I’m sure I had already threatened.
I mentioned this exchange because in a matter of a few weeks, we will be voting in a mid-term election. Voters need to be informed voters. They should know the issues and the positions of the candidates they support. They say that this vote could determine the direction of our nation for decades to come. Maybe it will.
I just know that God would expect me to be knowledgeable and not be blinded by something that doesn’t matter, or worse, ignorant of positions that threaten our democratic principles. Our founding fathers held divine providence [God] as a blessing of guidance in the decisions we make. Any stance that endorses violence to accumulate power, the silence of all opposition simply because it is opposition & the abandonment of fundamental principles of government upon which our nation is founded should be held in contempt. Think on those things as you vote in November.
And those are my thoughts. God bless.
Karen was in church this past Sunday with no cane and no apparent limp only three weeks after having her left knee replaced. She wowed the crowd. It was great to have her there. She even came up for communion, the first in almost two months and there’s the subject of my blog. Allow me to elaborate and set the stage for my sin.
Last Sunday, September 30th, the topic for my sermon was SIN based on the gospel text from Mark 9:38-50 where Jesus said, “if your hand causes you to sin, cut it off.” Well, I sinned, BIG TIME, and compounded it by trying to put the blame on someone else — Karen — or at least share it with her. In the several months Karen could not get to church for anything, much less worship, I never once brought her Holy Communion or offered it to her.
That afternoon after being in worship and taking communion, she mentioned how wonderful it was and how it would have been nice sooner. And instead of saying how sorry I was for being so negligent as her pastor and her husband in failing her, I came back with, “Well, you never asked me.” How stupid can I get and please don’t answer me.
I am so very sorry. At church I’ve got Pastor Don, our visitation pastor, to fulfill the responsibility of taking the Sacrament to the disciples of St. Paul that are shut-in. That should not have included Karen. After all, I’m right there. I pray for her renewed strength, to deal with her pain, to have her health restored to vitality every day. I pray for our love to continue to flourish which is a source for my strength, asking God that He blesses us with many more years together every day. Yet, I forgot to offer to her, to bring to her, the life giving body and blood of our Lord when she most needed it.
Some pastor I am.
Fortunately, I know she has forgiven me and I know God has forgiven me, and in writing this open confession it will help me forgive me. At least I pray it will. You can count on one thing. This week Dawn, my oldest daughter, and her fiancée, Dan, are coming to visit for several days to help “Mom & Dad” out around the house. I will certainly offer communion to them. They’ve missed a few Sundays here and there, too.
And those are my thoughts. God bless.
On Sunday, September 23rd, I was preaching on the example Jesus used of the child to teach His disciples the meaning of greatness. They needed to be like a child where the things that matter are expressions of joy, love and trust in the Lord. At the second service, the front row, which is almost always filled completely with our middle and high school youth, got involved. (We’ve got some great kids which help keep hope burning brightly within me when seeing our world today.) These youth are very involved in the church and have a solid faith in Christ, which in today’s world is special indeed.
In the sermon I used an illustration of how a CBS poll estimated that there are about 93 million selfies taken every day. Well, they were listening because at the end of the service I was bombed with every one of them coming up to me and taking a selfie picture. Two by two, a youth with camera and me, again and again and again until all of them, with a few extras from the congregation thrown in, had taken a picture with me.
I don’t know if those pictures will turn up anywhere. It was threatened with the biggest grins and chuckles that they might pop up on the church web page or, worse, Facebook. It was fun for them and me, whatever happens. But there is more.
Due to the demands here at church on several issues and helping Karen with her therapy, I had missed out on the first few chapel sessions with the children from the day school. Our children’s minister, Donna, filled in and did a great job, but it wasn’t me. This past week we were together. It’s always a special time as the children get to know me and I get to know them. It’s a time I treasure.
To top it all off, my oldest daughter and her fiancée are coming for a visit from Minnesota. Sadly, the grandkids have to stay at home because of school, but at least they are coming for five days. I wish all the kids and grandkids could come since we missed out again this year from seeing them. It’s been two years. This year because of Karen’s knee surgery and last year because of my legs being operated on. It’s tough when Papa and Grandma don’t get to see them. We miss them.
Dan and Dawn will be helping out with stuff around the house which will be a wonderful blessing. I’ve even decided to take several of those days off so I can spend some real time with them. That’s important.
Whether it is as a parent or grandparents or adults, we need to spend time with our children and youth. However, just as important as spending quality time with our children and youth is how we spend that time. I can’t think of a richer, more rewarding way of spending time than with God.
I am well aware that for many adults, parents and grandparents included, time shared in sports with our kids is a primary concern. However, we have gone way beyond the joy of watching our kids play in some sporting endeavor. We have deified sports into a god that must be worshiped and sacrificed to with total commitment and surrender. It’s no longer the inter-school games played for competition and bragging rights. It is team sports and club sports gone to extremes in that every weekend is filled with practices, games or tournaments. Even Sundays are no longer sacred for they have become the feeding ground for tournament events where people must drive for hours to reach their playing field altar. What happened to coming to God’s house and engaging in worship as a family on God’s day?
We parents and adults need to see in our children the joy, love and trust they have which is the key to our relationship with God. They are the model Jesus holds up for us to follow. But that goes two ways. Our Lord also expects us to be an example, guide and inspiration for our children in faith and devotion, service and commitment to eternal things. Ignoring God and not having a personal relationship of faith with Him in Jesus Christ is also teaching our children lessons we don’t want them to learn.
Maybe it’s time to take a stand on what’s right by beginning with something simple on a way of spending time with our children. Why not try coming to church for one hour of worship and some time in Christian education to grow in spirit as a family? One is never too old or too young to spend time in God’s house. I promise it will be quality time well spent.
Besides, long after the joints have worn out, gravity has done its work, and our aches and pains remind us of our age, our kids, as they grow up, can still join us and come to God’s house and excel in Christ-like living.
And those are my thoughts.
It’s Monday (as I write this blog/vlog for next week), but more important is the fact it’s Constitution Day when we remember and celebrate its importance to us as a people and a nation. From what I saw this morning, we have at least one generation, I fear more, that haven’t a clue when it comes to knowing information about the Constitution of the United States.
On the morning news a number of people were asked questions about the Constitution. I saw that folks at least 50 years and older did pretty good, some excellent in their knowledge of the content of the Constitution, as well as dates and places associated with it. However, the under 30 years old crowd barely knew what the Constitution is, much less any specific details.
I wasn’t surprised because so many schools, it seems, no longer teach civics. So, why should we be shocked when younger people don’t know about our nation’s governing documents. Nor do I blame them when we have an educational system that is more concerned with indoctrinating our children in today’s secular values and principles than holding firm on sound instruction in who we are as a nation with its glorious achievements and its disappointing failures. I think they call it history, which no longer seems important to many today. After all, that’s old stuff and we’re re-writing history to make it fit our modern morals, attitudes and ethics anyway.
We run into the same problem in the church. So many in the church, across all age lines, don’t know much about the Word of God as it is revealed in Scripture. Oh, we have views of what some think the Bible says which is good enough for far too many. Why should we as individual Christians be concerned since the church seems reluctant to adhere to its teachings anyway. Few people have the desire to engage in personal Bible study. Pastors don’t like to teach the basics of our faith, at least as Lutherans, in confirmation to our youth. Even those who might be able to say what we believe as Christians don’t know why we believe as we do.
That kind of disregard and lack of interest in how our government works for the people results in people surrendering to “ISMS” that sound too good to be true because they are. Remember, we have a rising love affair with socialism among the young especially that threatens the very roots of our republic. In the church, this disregard for the heritage of our past in the Old Testament, the re-writing the teachings of the New Testament and our Lord, Jesus Christ, to suit modern attitudes, and the lack of a need to know God’s Word becomes the new guide for Christian morals and ethics. The result is we end up with false teachings and heresy.
I fear for the future which is why I try to put such a strong emphasis on the preaching and teaching of the Word of God. It’s what I promised Him I would do. Yet, no one person can do it. It takes all of us who believe in our Lord to hold true to His Word. And it takes an informed citizenry to hold up this republic, established by our founders, as a nation by which we have been blessed. Embracing many of these secular (yes, that includes within the church) values, morals, and ethics is a sure way to lose the blessing God has granted us.
And those are my thoughts. God bless.
Lee Harder from St. Paul Lutheran Church of Bulverde, Texas visiting with you again this week. I hope all is well with you.
This past week I had a learning curve experience. Have you ever heard the expression, “The best laid plans of mice and men. . .”? It’s a re-write of a quote by Robert Burns that originally used the word “schemes” for which we have substituted, “plans.” It’s a Scottish thing. Well, last Sunday, Rally Sunday, the Sunday where flash flood warnings were out for our part of Texas, made that quote a reality.
We had plans, I had plans — big single worship celebration at a ranch, lots of music, installing education people for Sunday school and confirmation, receiving new disciples, fun and games for the whole family and a congregational picnic/potluck with all the Texas trimmings (brisket being the star of the feast). And if I do say so myself, a dynamite sermon perfect for the day based on James’ message on faith and action. None of that happened. We were called on account of rain.
Yes, we did have worship, but here in the sanctuary. Needless to say, all the stuff we had planned wasn’t going to happen. We weren’t even sure anybody would show up at church since the phone tree (automatic calling) to all the congregation wasn’t working. The best we could do was an email blast which is nowhere near all the folks. (I sure do LOVE sarcasm Windows 10. Anything else I might say on that subject would be unprintable.)
Now, I can wing it without a liturgy and, fortunately, our organist was not water bound; but, the sermon wasn’t going to work. It was totally geared for Rally Sunday and the events connected to it. No Rally Sunday, no sermon, at least not that sermon. That meant in the span of a little over an hour, I had to have a sermon. Nor was the time I had uninterrupted as people asked about Karen and how she was doing after surgery.
Well, the service went off without a hitch. We had about 75 people show up. We celebrated communion, thanks to a volunteer getting things ready. As to the sermon, someone actually said how good it was — one of my best. Let me be clear — it wasn’t my sermon. It was God’s. We preached on Isaiah, how we need not fear or doubt or worry, but be strong in the Lord and trust in Him.
We can have and make all the plans we want to, but God has His plans which will always trump ours. That’s what happened last Sunday. I don’t know why it happened, it just did.
We human beings constantly think we’re in charge and that our planning is all that matters. My response to that is simple — WRONG! Sure, we need to make plans, short-term and long range, consider all the options available, even consult people in the know, but that isn’t where we need to start. We start by asking God what His plans are for us.
This is especially important for us as the church. The church is in the business of sharing and proclaiming our faith in Jesus Christ. It’s that great commission thing again. Our plans must always be formulated under that truth. If we stop functioning as a church in God’s service, living out His purpose and plan for our lives and just do business, we’re no longer the church. We’re about faith and living that message in all we do. We must always be consulting Him in prayer and the goals we strive to reach.
I got another lesson in whose plan is to be followed last weekend. My plans need to be plugged into God’s plans. Maybe one day I’ll learn that lesson. Then again, probably not — I can be stubborn, as Karen says. Don’t you be.
And those are my thoughts. God bless.
I had a rare opportunity last week. Since I wasn’t preaching or leading worship last Sunday, Sept. 2nd, I had the chance to relax on Saturday morning after making our traditional hearty breakfast for my girls (the girls meaning my wife Karen and our two golden retrievers — Yes, they get an egg, too, and bacon.), I watched a little TV. The show was “How It’s Made.” Normally, I’ll catch a little bit of it after I’m done at church on Sunday before I take a sinker in my recliner. Sunday starts really early, sometimes earlier than even I planned.
What struck me with several of the items being made (pool tables, cymbals and oboe reeds) is how labor intensive they are. Who knew? All too often we tend to think the things we buy magically come together. We seldom take into account all the work required and a battery of skilled laborers that combine to make that product. No one person could do it all themselves. It takes many who in every case hone their skills with years of dedicated work which adds to the quality of the end product. We buy the finished product, large or small, and don’t have a clue.
I mention this because it has a very real application to what needs to be recognized in the work of the church on several levels. Allow me to elaborate.
First, no one person can do it all. I saw how many functions or stages, skilled craftsmen in ever increasing steps of creating the final result were required. In the church, it is virtually impossible for the pastor or the office manager, or the additional ministerial offices of the congregation to do all that is necessary. Each have their areas of expertise and responsibility, but even combined they are horribly insufficient to accomplish the work necessary. It takes an army of people (each doing their LEVEL BEST) committed to a finished product of quality.
That brings me to my second observation. There can be no shortcuts. To short change a product by using a cheaper, faster, simpler or more convenient approach to its construction gets a product made alright, but at the cost of genuine quality that really does what was designed as its goal. The church as the individual congregation is no different. Oh, we can do things that will allow us enough to get by, but is that what God expects from us in His finished product — enough to get by? Remember, our task is to proclaim the good news of salvation in Christ making disciples. As messages go, they don’t get better than that one. As a result, our delivery of that message, to all ages, must be nothing short of our best. Personally, I think our willingness to just “get by” stems from a lack of faith and trust that God will provide. He always has.
Finally, when it comes to “How It’s Made”, I seemed to notice that what they produce is being made by organizations that have a long range plan. They plan on making a product, their product, well into the future. They did a lot of work and planning to reach this point and they are not going to stop now as they step into the future. Now, remember, we’re talking pool tables, cymbals and oboe reeds.
Yet. compared to God’s long range planning, they pale in comparison. God’s planning in the Old Testament with the Hebrews building them into a nation from which Messiah would come took thousands, literally thousands of years. That’s some serious planning. Nor should we be blind or ignorant of the last two thousand years of planning on God’s part to create and maintain the Church. Oh, there are some bad times during both of those periods, as there will be struggles in the future for us as the church. However, let me be perfectly clear with this key point. Every time, EVERY TIME, there are problems, it was because we thought we could do a better job than God. We so like our shortcuts.
Our Lord has laid an awesome responsibility on us. We are to help share His product, salvation in Jesus Christ, to save the world. What we need to do is trust in His plan by doing what He calls on us to do and get out of His way to accomplish that task. God will see us through. He always has.
And those are my thoughts. God bless.
Originally I had planned to draw a comparison between a spoiled, self-centered young bride who was going to charge guests $1500.00 to attend her wedding, including her family, and some news stories of WWII vets being honored at some community celebrations. In her case, she had a boorish melt down on the internet because no one was coming and she had been forced to cancel the wedding. I was going to go with the angle of humility versus self-indulgence. Then I realized, there really is no comparison that can be made, certainly not with WWII vets. So let me focus on what matters.
These veterans of WWII have few equals, except with their comrades in arms, and their numbers are dwindling. The news stories made that point clear. What made these stories stand out for me was not that these men were being honored by family, friends and neighbors, they deserve to be so hailed. No, it was the way total strangers showed them honor and deep respect with notes and cards filled with words of praise. More important were their expressions of heartfelt appreciation for the sacrifices they made in days gone past.
These vets were like my father, who was at Bastogne, in that they never really talk about what they endured. They display, by their private silence, a humility that reflects their upbringing and their faith in the Lord who watches over them and this nation they love. They did what they did, endured what they did, braved the struggles they did, because it was necessary. In humility, tempered by their faith and trust in God, they served. Absolutely they should be honored.
As a pastor, I’ve been privileged to know many men and women who have served this nation in times of struggle. From the bitter cold of “The Bulge” to the steamy jungles of Vietnam, from ships sailing into harms way to steel Calvary coursing over burning sands, our military have fought for this country and her people keeping us safe. They should be honored and thanked for their sacrifices daily.
They pay this price and more because it is necessary. They are tempered by humility and faith which gives them the courage and strength to do what they must without a self-centered bravado. They do what they do in a silent fellowship of arms because it was necessary.
This past week we lost another one of those who humbly served, Senator McCain. He, too, endured much and spoke very little of it, because it was necessary. We honor his memory and his service with gratitude.
I know there are lessons here we should apply to ourselves as Christians. We, too, are called into service by our God to do what is necessary. We do what we do out of love for His kingdom and because we have been charged with a sacred duty in His name. So we serve doing our best in silent humility, denying any glory for our part, but with dedicated commitment to God’s purposes because it is necessary.
When the time comes, God will honor us with the glory of His eternal kingdom, as He does to all those who love Him faithfully in humble service.
And those are my thoughts. God bless.