Diary of a Vacation

Dave and I haven’t had an extended vacation in about three years, mainly because of finances. So when my aunt and uncle offered us a week in their time share at Myrtle Beach, we jumped at it. We arrived around 8 p.m. Sunday evening, but because of a “computer glitch,” our reservation was not in the system. oops!Stay calm, don’t panic. We had our confirmation information in hand, so of course they had to make accommodations for us. We ended up spending our first night on the 10th floor in a side apartment with an ocean view, but not the oceanfront room we had requested. However, because the mistake was theirs, they cleaned up the room which had been vacated late that night and by noon on Monday we were in our oceanfront room, staring out at the rolling waves. Ahhhhh. Monday was a bit overcast, and the waters were as gray as the sky. Since we are a little older, we didn’t rush down to the beach and throw our blankets on the sand. We opted, instead, to lie on our couches in our sand-free room and stare out the window. This way we avoided all the sand and humidity, and enjoyed the beach from the comfort of our room.

This morning, I awoke early and decided to watch the sunrise. I sat on our balcony and watched as the sun lit the sky, first in a small stream of light across the top of the clouds and then in great brilliance as it rose over the clouds. I taped it to show to my grandsons when we return home next week.

Today the ocean is a beautiful blue, and calm. Through our glass doors I can hear the ocean as it washes up on the shore. I hear children’s voices as they play on the sand. Dave and I watched a para-sailor out in the water a bit ago. It looks like fun, but since large quantities of water and I don’t mix, I’ll just enjoy the fun vicariously. And we watched as a young married couple attempts to enjoy themselves while keeping their two young and very active children in their sights. We chuckled at this, remembering very well those years for ourselves–and thankful it isn’t us this week. We still haven’t gone down to the beach. It’s very warm today, and quite frankly, I’m enjoying sitting in my air-conditioned room way too much.

We’ll venture down to the beach before the week is over. I have to gather some shells as a memento of my stay, as is my habit whenever we go to the beach. Right now, though, we are catching up on some much-needed peace and quiet. No kids to keep up with or entertain, no schedules to manage, nothing to do but what we want to do–I could get used to this!

Church Carpet and the Streets of Gold

Recently I was on a discussion board, and we were chatting back and forth about churches in general. It seemed the consensus among most of the folks was that churches are beginning to fall away from our original calling–to glorify God with our lives and lead others to know the Savior, Jesus Christ. The discussion got very personal for some who have been disillusioned with their local body of believers and the silly things we find to argue about. As a pastor’s wife, I’ve been witness to the many ways we find to argue and the things we find to argue about. For instance, we had a family leave the church because we decided to paint the wall behind the choir loft from brown to white. We’ve had church folk leave because the vote went against them as to the color the new carpet would be in the sanctuary. We even had a fella leave the church–I am not lying here–because we moved classrooms around in our educational building! All the while, our unchurched neighbors failed to hear the gospel of Christ being told by us. My comment to the group was this–“What difference does it make what color our sanctuary carpet is? Someday we will walk on streets of pure gold. But if we don’t get busy and start acting like real believers, our neighbors won’t.”

Not all things about church are bad. Some of the best times of worship for me have come while involved in corporate worship in our sanctuary. I get an opportunity every single week to be involved in the lives of a number of teenagers and hopefully to effect eternal changes in them. Some very fine people attend the local body of Christ (we are the Church; the building is where the Church meets). They are self-sacrificing, hard working, honest people. And I love them.

In every family there are problems–people who refuse to deny themselves for the good of the whole body; “eggshell” people who get upset if you look at them wrong/don’t look at them at all/and on it goes. Those folks won’t be pleased EVER, until they get their lives in line with what Jesus expects of us–stepping out of ourselves and forgetting what we want so that the good of the body can be accomplished. But that’s no reason to stay away.

God made us to need each other. I find the best place for me to find like-minded believers is in my local church. The benefits of being involved in each other’s lives so that we can lift each other up far outweigh any negatives that might occur. I’ll take the church, faults and all.

Journal Entry – May 24, 2006

Life comes at you fast sometimes. Just yesterday we lost two church members. They had both been ill for some time.

The lady who died, Lois, was very active in the nursery ministry at church. When we first started attending the church, she was in the nursery every Sunday. Our grandson Nate loved her. About two years ago, she began experiencing some heart problems, and from there her health just deteriorated. She had a stroke a couple of weeks ago, and yesterday she went HOME. Face to face with the Savior. What an occasion!

Same with the man who died. His name was Ken. When we met Ken, we found a quiet, gentle, compassionate man. He loved the Lord with all his heart. He cried for the lost. He prayed for their souls. Ken and Dave became good friends and prayer warriors over the last five years. He was totally evangelistic in his approach to life. In November, he was given about six weeks to live, at best. But he fought to live at least through his 50th wedding anniversary, which was in February. He was able to witness his granddaughter get married, as well as one of his sons. He always kept a positive attitude and never forgot to witness about His Savior. Yesterday, he went to sleep for a nap, and he just never woke up. Well, he did wake up, but when he did, he was in a new body. No more pain for this dear man. And he was also face-to-face with the Savior he loved so dearly on the earth. I’d have liked to have been there for that reunion.

My precious husband, their pastor, will be doing two funerals this week. Ken’s funeral will be especially tough on him, because they were good friends. But it will give him an opportunity to echo Ken’s words once more to Ken’s family as they gather for their final goodbyes. That’s exactly what Ken wanted, and that’s exactly what Dave will do.

I wrote a poem once that went like this:
Someday my life will be no more
And I wonder…
Will anyone knock at my door
to mourn my passing?

Even more than that, will they have anything to remember about me that’s eternal? Did I do my best for the Lord? Did I witness when I had the chances to do so? Was I a wise counsellor? Was God given the glory because of the witness I left? These are important questions for me. My ultimate goal in life is to glorify God with all I do. May I not let Him be put to shame because of me.

I can tell you that He was glorified by the two lives who met Him face to face yesterday. If the sky looks brighter today, it’s because of the glow off the crowns they received from their Master.

Ahhhh

“Grandma, can I hold you?”
“Sure, baby, climb up here on my lap, and you can hold me as long as you want. Mmmm, I love for my little buddy to hold his grandma.”

“Grandma?”
“Yes, sweetie?”
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“Hmm, let’s see. I think, hmm, I think I want to be a grandma when I grow up.”
“You already are a grandma!”
“Oh, that’s right! Well, then I guess I got to be what I wanted to be.”
“You’re silly, grandma.”
“No, you’re silly!”
“No, you’re silly, grandma!”
“And what do you want to be when you grow up?”
“Spiderman.”
“Wow, that’s pretty neat. So you can help people?”
“Yeah, and fly around and make webs and catch the bad guys.”
“I’m glad you want to be the good guy.”
“And I’ll take care of you and granddaddy and mommy and Phil and A.J.”
“I know you will, darling.”

“Grandma, can I live with you forever?”
“You can live with me as long as you want.”

“Grandma?”
“Yes?”
“I love you.”
“I love you too, buddy. I love you too.”

Soul Power

My friend and co-worker said to me today, “Isn’t it strange that someone so involved in the church has so many difficulties in their life?”

She was talking about me. I had just finished a tirade about the abuses of one of my family members against the rest of their family. I was tired and stressed, and I uncharacteristically “blew a gasket.” I apologized for the outburst, but I could see the thoughts about it all written on her face. To my friend’s way of thinking, it just seems odd that I, who have been a Christian for so many years and have devoted my life to serving Christ, should have so much difficulty in my life.

Several years ago Billy Graham’s daughter, Ruth, wrote a book titled In Every Pew Sits a Broken Heart. As I read her book, I personally identified with her sentiment. It also caused me to look around at the people in the pews in my own church. Yep, there’s that sweet little 90-something couple who have been married since they were 16 years old. They are still sweethearts after all these years. Because of the cancer eating away at her body, she probably has less than a year to live. In that row sits a mother who lost her young adult daughter a couple years ago and is now raising her grandchild. The teenagers in that pew—wow, the daily difficulties they face in their home lives and other relationships. The list goes on, pew after pew. And still they show up, week after week, worshipping God and finding what they need from their relationship with Him and their fellowship with other believers.

How do we who are “so involved with the church” continue to function, considering the difficulties we face in our lives? For me, the answer is my relationship with God. When I accepted Christ as my Savior at the age of 18, I never once looked back. I’ve never regretted that decision, and I’ve found the strength I need in that relationship for every challenge I have faced over these many years. The life I live is most certainly not the life I requested. However, the God I serve is everything He ever promised He would be.

When my natural inclination is to stay in bed curled up in a fetal ball and give in to depression, the Lord stays near and gently whispers His love into my spirit. When the only place that seems acceptable to me is lying on the floor for lack of personal strength, the Lord sits beside me and strokes my head until I am able to gather the strength He gives and pick myself up. God did not guarantee me that I would never have problems. He just vowed to never leave me, and He never has.

T.D. Jakes calls it “living through the dying places.” I believe that says it very well.