At the request of several friends I am going to try and be a bit more consistent with this blog. To my surprise it seems to be helping some folks in their relationship with God.
Please send comments, questions, etc… feel free to pass the blog on to anyone to whom you think it may be of value.
The duel name of the blog View from Here, and following the wild goose are special to me. It means this is what I am seeing of life in Christ now as I follow the Spirit(the wild goose). As such the “view” changes with the times and seasons of my life.
From time to time I will mention books, music, movies etc.. that God has used to bless me. In doing so I am not endorsing everything that particular person says, believes, whatever, but only as it is relevant to topic being discussed.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Living the Story
A few years ago felt compeled to read through the Bible chronologically. It was a great expereice. So much so I did it again the following year. But this time I sensed somethig. I was getting a sense of something going on between the lines. A third year pasted and again I read through the Bible chronilogically.
At first I did not know what was going on. But overtime I was developing a new way of reading the Bible. As the Scripture says they shall all be taught by God. I later realized He was teaching to catch the STORY of redempention.
Something was changing in me. I saw His story in other people. I saw it in me. I heard those who told me of child sexaul abuse, of distant parnets, of spouse who died too soon, and on and on.
Suffering is part of the story but not the whole story.
In all this the most persistent sense was that I was being invited to join the story of God. I was welcome to journy into this holy wild. To share in His life and suffering so that I would know Him. To be my father's son.
At first I did not know what was going on. But overtime I was developing a new way of reading the Bible. As the Scripture says they shall all be taught by God. I later realized He was teaching to catch the STORY of redempention.
Something was changing in me. I saw His story in other people. I saw it in me. I heard those who told me of child sexaul abuse, of distant parnets, of spouse who died too soon, and on and on.
Suffering is part of the story but not the whole story.
In all this the most persistent sense was that I was being invited to join the story of God. I was welcome to journy into this holy wild. To share in His life and suffering so that I would know Him. To be my father's son.
Monday, July 13, 2009
No Labels Please
I have had occasion to reflect on coming to Jesus. You see on that night when I surrendered, accepted, repented, got saved etc.. I did not have much of a theology. That night I did not consider the virgin birth, or the inerrancy of Scripture. I did not consider baptism modes, church attendance, or worship styles. I was not Reformed, Baptist, Charismatic, or anything other than a sinner, painfully aware of his lostness.
So as Bob Carpenter shared the gospel with me I heard Rev.3:20 as invitation. I did know and believe at that moment that Jesus's death was for my sin, that He loved me and that He was alive and offering me forgiveness. I knew God was asking to sit at my table and I at His. I knew at that moment I wanted God and He wanted me.
In the years to come I would consider other things. I would be at times Baptist, Charismatic, Reformed and even Fundamentalist! I would try to plant churches and reform churches. I would teach and teach and teach... I would tout discipleship, small groups, house churches, purpose driven living, missional community, on and on...
In each season I would loose sight of Jesus and He would have to bring me back around.
So what am I saying? Perhaps the words to this hymn say it best " My hope is built on nothing less, than Jesus' blood and righteousness. I dare not trust the sweetest frame, but wholly lean on Jesus' name."
I am a sinner made a saint and I just want to know Jesus and love him and follow him. I have learned that I am a leaf and He is the Wind.
Perhaps I am naive or deceived. But at this point in the journey...no labels please.
Monday, February 16, 2009
And the band played on
I was recently received an invitation to meet with Jonathan Falwell. He was coming to town and wanted to talk with some pastors about some thoughts he had about Danville. I was hesitant at first but thought better and decided to go.
The gist of the meeting was that their (Thomas Roads Baptist and Southern Baptist Conservatives of Virginia) studies indicate that 70% of Danville is unchurched. Jonathan Falwell and team believe that God may want them to plant a satellite of Thomas Roads in Danville. The purpose of the meeting was to share the idea with other pastors in the area who had shown and interest in church planting.
I really respect Falwell's approach and he and the team that came with him were very gracious and definitely showed excitement over what God might do here. Indeed any seeking the well being of Danville is a good thing.
There were about 20 or more pastors there at the luncheon. The conversation was open and honest. Some expressed concern about loosing members. Some said there was no need for another church in Danville. All expressed great concern for those who are lost in Danville.
I put in my two cents worth. I will not go into that here other than to say I was a bit negative. If you want the full story email me.
What I will put here is this: I think the focus was all wrong. Danville does not need another Sunday morning social club or boxed event. We don't need more of the same. My contention is that what is needed is for the church to be the church. No more consumer Christianity, no more market share battles, no more NO MORE religious obligations.
And that is just the beginning. The whole thing was wrong on so many levels. I was so frustrated at the whole process. Gathered there were good and godly men whom God is using. And yet this was the wrong discussion. Why not discuss how we as leaders were going to stop competing and start working together? Why not pray out our differences with the Spirit present to direct us? Why not share our concerns for the community and together seek God for His solutions? Why not redefine our definition of church that does not involve narrow cultural expressions?
I am not sure why the Lord had me there but I am glad He did. In the end I had to look at myself and ask do I love Him? Is Jesus my life my all? So I will begin to ask Him again "what do you want for Danville". I will pray over the things that I have previously complained about. I will ask Him to reset my focus on what is truly important.
So will Thomas Roads Baptist plant a "church" here? What do you think?
And the band played on and on....
The gist of the meeting was that their (Thomas Roads Baptist and Southern Baptist Conservatives of Virginia) studies indicate that 70% of Danville is unchurched. Jonathan Falwell and team believe that God may want them to plant a satellite of Thomas Roads in Danville. The purpose of the meeting was to share the idea with other pastors in the area who had shown and interest in church planting.
I really respect Falwell's approach and he and the team that came with him were very gracious and definitely showed excitement over what God might do here. Indeed any seeking the well being of Danville is a good thing.
There were about 20 or more pastors there at the luncheon. The conversation was open and honest. Some expressed concern about loosing members. Some said there was no need for another church in Danville. All expressed great concern for those who are lost in Danville.
I put in my two cents worth. I will not go into that here other than to say I was a bit negative. If you want the full story email me.
What I will put here is this: I think the focus was all wrong. Danville does not need another Sunday morning social club or boxed event. We don't need more of the same. My contention is that what is needed is for the church to be the church. No more consumer Christianity, no more market share battles, no more NO MORE religious obligations.
And that is just the beginning. The whole thing was wrong on so many levels. I was so frustrated at the whole process. Gathered there were good and godly men whom God is using. And yet this was the wrong discussion. Why not discuss how we as leaders were going to stop competing and start working together? Why not pray out our differences with the Spirit present to direct us? Why not share our concerns for the community and together seek God for His solutions? Why not redefine our definition of church that does not involve narrow cultural expressions?
I am not sure why the Lord had me there but I am glad He did. In the end I had to look at myself and ask do I love Him? Is Jesus my life my all? So I will begin to ask Him again "what do you want for Danville". I will pray over the things that I have previously complained about. I will ask Him to reset my focus on what is truly important.
So will Thomas Roads Baptist plant a "church" here? What do you think?
And the band played on and on....
Saturday, October 25, 2008
He Restoreth My Soul
This past Monday I went to Damascus , Va and rode the Virgina Creeper Trail with my friend Lonnie. (Sorry Keith and Melissa I will visit you guys next time). The trail follows an old railroad track down from White Top Mountain station to the town of Abington. It is 34 miles total. Lonnie and I only did about half.
The trip had been on my mind for several weeks before my vacation. I was not sure I wanted to drive the 3 1/2 hours to get there. As it turned out Lonnie actually visited Danville the week before my vacation. When I told him what I was considering he was very excited. It was then I began to see this as a God thing. Maybe God was telling me I needed to go.
So on Oct 18th leaving before sunrise I set out for Damascus. I drove in silence, no radio just prayers and thoughts. As I reached the mountains the morning sun begin to crest over the tops of the trees. There was a heavy frost that morning. As the light of sun hit the frost and the golds, yellows, reds and greens of the mountains...oh my. Joy stirred deep in me.
Finally turning off the interstate I took highway 91 into Damascus. It is about 12 miles through winding farm country. I rolled down my window and let the cool mountain air fill the car. I broke the silence and listened to a podcast I had on the mercy of God. For fans of Lord of the Rings I felt I was in the Shire.
The rich colors and smells. The farms and babbling brooks on every side. So much beauty.
Though it only took the Bike Station shuttle 20 minutes to take our group to the top it took 3 hours to come back. Lonnie and I stopped a lot! The views were spectacular. The conversation even better.
Lonnie said " I prayed all the way here today". "Me too". He smiled that knowing smile that God was up to something. We spoke of old friends and hopes and struggles. We spoke of Gods faithfulness even though we often did not feel worth His effort.
All around creation proclaimed His glory. Slowly our conversation turned to Gods goodness. We spoke of hope and wonder. We soaked up the beauty around us.
Finally it was time to return home. I traveled back down hwy 91 with the afternoon sun bathing the farms in bright warm hues. I drove slowly, silently. As I reflected on the day tears formed. For the first time in a long time I shed tears of joy. I whispered my thank you Jesus. A school bus stopped to let out some elementary school kids. They were laughing as kids do. Dressed for the fall coolness in bright jackets and parkas. "Thank you Jesus". How like a child I felt at that moment.
I drove home in silence. Something happened on this trip. There was no revelations, no profound insights. But in the quiet and the beauty He restored my soul.
The trip had been on my mind for several weeks before my vacation. I was not sure I wanted to drive the 3 1/2 hours to get there. As it turned out Lonnie actually visited Danville the week before my vacation. When I told him what I was considering he was very excited. It was then I began to see this as a God thing. Maybe God was telling me I needed to go.
So on Oct 18th leaving before sunrise I set out for Damascus. I drove in silence, no radio just prayers and thoughts. As I reached the mountains the morning sun begin to crest over the tops of the trees. There was a heavy frost that morning. As the light of sun hit the frost and the golds, yellows, reds and greens of the mountains...oh my. Joy stirred deep in me.
Finally turning off the interstate I took highway 91 into Damascus. It is about 12 miles through winding farm country. I rolled down my window and let the cool mountain air fill the car. I broke the silence and listened to a podcast I had on the mercy of God. For fans of Lord of the Rings I felt I was in the Shire.
The rich colors and smells. The farms and babbling brooks on every side. So much beauty.
Though it only took the Bike Station shuttle 20 minutes to take our group to the top it took 3 hours to come back. Lonnie and I stopped a lot! The views were spectacular. The conversation even better.
Lonnie said " I prayed all the way here today". "Me too". He smiled that knowing smile that God was up to something. We spoke of old friends and hopes and struggles. We spoke of Gods faithfulness even though we often did not feel worth His effort.
All around creation proclaimed His glory. Slowly our conversation turned to Gods goodness. We spoke of hope and wonder. We soaked up the beauty around us.
Finally it was time to return home. I traveled back down hwy 91 with the afternoon sun bathing the farms in bright warm hues. I drove slowly, silently. As I reflected on the day tears formed. For the first time in a long time I shed tears of joy. I whispered my thank you Jesus. A school bus stopped to let out some elementary school kids. They were laughing as kids do. Dressed for the fall coolness in bright jackets and parkas. "Thank you Jesus". How like a child I felt at that moment.
I drove home in silence. Something happened on this trip. There was no revelations, no profound insights. But in the quiet and the beauty He restored my soul.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Homecoming
My brother and friend Mike Walthall went to be with the Lord Jesus yesterday. His wife wrote of how 27 friends and family gathered in his room and prayed and sang and talked with Mike even though he was unresponsive. Debbie wrote of the joy of the Lord filling the room. A fitting send off for a mighty warrior of Christ. Blessed be the name of the Lord.
Friday, September 12, 2008
Today
Today I am not doing that well. Trying to make plans for my mother going to a nursing home has left me discouraged. I am not trusting God but fretting. Why would anyone believe anything I say about Jesus when I am having so much trouble trusting Him with my everyday life?
My son has no interest in school and seems uninterested in spiritual things. I feel like a failure personalizing what is most likely a growing phase for him.
I look at me a see a perfectionist of sorts. I have come to see I am critical of others and myself but not in good ways. Rather than grasping that the process of being conformed to Christ is a process God enjoys, I grow impatient demanding change yet not knowing how to change. Indeed I realize I do not need change, I need transformation. For example I do not need weak legs restored so I can run faster, I need wings to do something I have never done...fly.
There is a whispering comfort of hope here. He chose me. Jesus knowing full well what He was getting, chose me. He chose to stay in the garden and wrestle with His Father rather than give up. He trusted God where I could not. And God in Christ chose me.
He is conforming me into His image. It is for his joy and glory He does this so I can reflect His glory and enjoy Him to the fullest. He does not endure me, if I read Scripture right, He enjoys me.
So today I call out to Him. Today I confess that I should be trusting His good heart but instead I am anxiously looking around me rather to Him. I can not imagine how things will go and grow anxious. He is working all things for my good and adoring me, wanting me to know Him deeply and genuinely. He is winning and wooing the trust I owe by virtue of His very being.
Today...is a day He has made and will try to rejoice in it. Tomorrow? Today for now is enough.
My son has no interest in school and seems uninterested in spiritual things. I feel like a failure personalizing what is most likely a growing phase for him.
I look at me a see a perfectionist of sorts. I have come to see I am critical of others and myself but not in good ways. Rather than grasping that the process of being conformed to Christ is a process God enjoys, I grow impatient demanding change yet not knowing how to change. Indeed I realize I do not need change, I need transformation. For example I do not need weak legs restored so I can run faster, I need wings to do something I have never done...fly.
There is a whispering comfort of hope here. He chose me. Jesus knowing full well what He was getting, chose me. He chose to stay in the garden and wrestle with His Father rather than give up. He trusted God where I could not. And God in Christ chose me.
He is conforming me into His image. It is for his joy and glory He does this so I can reflect His glory and enjoy Him to the fullest. He does not endure me, if I read Scripture right, He enjoys me.
So today I call out to Him. Today I confess that I should be trusting His good heart but instead I am anxiously looking around me rather to Him. I can not imagine how things will go and grow anxious. He is working all things for my good and adoring me, wanting me to know Him deeply and genuinely. He is winning and wooing the trust I owe by virtue of His very being.
Today...is a day He has made and will try to rejoice in it. Tomorrow? Today for now is enough.
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