Too much seeker sensitivity?

Here is what happens when the church tries to be all things to all people:



or this:

Out Of the Zone

I had the unique opportunity to take part in a youth rally today for the Northern and Central California Regular Baptist Churches. Called "Out Of the Zone", the rally was a day focused on leaving one's comfort zone in order to see God at work in one's life and to motivate young people to serve God more fervently.

The rally has been organized by David Olson, a pastoral intern from Sunnyside Baptist Church in Fresno. David has done a great job, coordinating rallies in Anaheim last week, Walnut Creek this week and Redding next week.

Almost 50 teens attended the event today and enjoyed sessions taught by Pastor Russ Belmont of Concord, Pastor Dave Mulder of Los Gatos, David and yours truly.

I'm not sure how much information the teens carried away, but my heart was truly blessed, challenged and encouraged to see a large number of young people desiring to not only say they loved God but wanting to develop and grow in their service.

My prayer is that the teens in attendance today will remain "Out of the Zone" and not be comfortable being 'status quo'.

"Good enough" never is

Pat Robertson, host of the 700 Club, recently 'predicted' what God had told him would happen in 2007. This is nothing out of the ordinary for Mr. Robertson, who has made similar predictions in the past.

There is only one problem: not all of his 'prophecies' were fulfilled; a record that seems to be of no concern to Mr. Robertson. After all, he was close on the ones that he missed; isn't that good enough?

The simple answer is "NO." In fact, the longer answer is "Not on your life!" The longer answer brings longevity into the picture because God takes seriously the placement of His Name alongside the words of man. Deuteronomy 18:20 - 22 makes it quite clear how those claiming to speak on God's behalf about events yet to occur are to be treated if what is predicted does not come to pass. The way to evaluate such situations is to ask "Did it happen the way the prophet said it would?"

Flooding in Fishkill, NY, is a far cry from a tsunami. God takes His word seriously enough to fulfill it 100% of the time in 100% of the details He outlines. As in the rest of life, anything that does not meet God's standard is not worthy of consideration and is, in fact, sin.

But what shall be done with Mr. Robertson? Let's be clear: I am not calling for any violence or vigilantism against this man; but I am calling for accountability. I am calling him to cease and desist representing God in a manner that belittles the Almighty, humiliates His Word and embarrasses His people. I hope you would feel similarly.

An online petition has been created to call this false prophet to account for his misrepresentation of God's message. Read it; consider it; sign it if you feel you can do so in good conscience.

Oh yes, in case you were wondering, I expect each and every one of you to hold me to the same level of accountability, too.

Christmas Greetings

As the clock winds its way past noon on the last work-day before Christmas, it is time to pass along some holiday greetings and wishes to you, my family and the three non-related readers of this blog.

This has been quite a year for us. Let me share some of the highlights with you (don't worry, there will be pictures, too!).

The new year began in church. We started the year as a church family, celebrating the Lord's Supper and reminding ourselves of the great sacrifice made on our behalf by the sinless Son of God.

In February, the Awana club held a Parent's Valentine Banquet, which was well-attended and greatly received. Many families took part; and we had the opportunity to meet some parents whose names we only knew from an Awana registration card.

Several work days were held at the church, beginning in the month of March (when the winter rains had ceased). Much was accomplished by these times of energy-exertion. There is still much to do; but the camaraderie and fellowship is a great way to spend the day in laboring.

April was a special month. Easter Sunday arrived with monsoon-like conditions. In spite of the adverse weather, a large number of folks attended the Easter Breakfast and Resurrection Sunday service. Also in April, our missionary representatives to Mongolia, Scott & Kristie Dean, came to report on their work. Their family was a delight to meet; Scott and I 'hit it off' splendidly over lunch at Chevy's. We are blessed to have such energetic folks partnering with us around the globe. The month ended with a jointly held youth rally in conjunction with First Baptist Community Church. The teens had a great time of fun in the gymnasium; and it proved a fruitful time of evangelism for many of our exchange students.

In May, the Ladies' Group underwent a name change. Now styled as W.O.W. (Women Of the Word), they held a Ladies' Brunch and invited the women of Berean Baptist Church in Fremont to join them. Dianne Clemons of First Baptist Community Church, Los Gatos was the special speaker. A Memorial Day luncheon was held at the church - another great time of BBQ'ed food!

June brought with it the Annual Business Meeting. What a joy it was to observe God at work, bringing together those who would serve our church family for the near future. A budget was passed, though we did not know how God would allow us to meet it. Also in June, one of our longest-tenured attenders passed away. We will miss Mr. Ernie Wold greatly; his funeral service was the first military funeral I had attended (much less taken part in) - and it was a poignant reminder of the brevity of life and the sacrifice our uniformed men and women have made.

July was Camp Week. Denise and I took a "working vacation" to Pilot Lake Camp in the Sierras. While she spoke to the girls each morning, I had the joy of preaching each evening to the camp population. We were joined by Rick and Mick Vingeulle who ably provided all the music and laughter associated with summer camp. We returned to the Bay Area to find it in the midst of an incredible heat wave. Our house was 98 degrees on the inside - so we went out for dinner instead! Throughout the summer, Denise led a Children's Summer Bible Adventure Club. This was a summer-long version of Daily Vacation Bible School; and was very well received.

In August, our family took a week-long vacation to Greer, South Carolina, to celebrate my parents' 40th anniversary. A wonderful time was enjoyed by all of us. We did a lot! Golf, train rides, touring, zoos, backyard picnics, you name it - we probably thought about it! It was also a great time to reconnect with some college friends and participate in our 15th Fantasy Football Draft in the same room with our friends. Shortly after returning from the East Coast, we headed West with Denise's family to Hawai'i. August and September seemed further apart when we were planning these trips! We enjoyed the island of Kaua'i immensely; and were thrilled to share it with my father-in-law's cousin, John Stratton. John has now been in every state, except Alaska! A highlight of our trip was playing golf with my 7-year old son; and having him beat me on a par-3 hole! Another highlight was joining in worship at the Kaua'i Baptist Temple in Nawilliwilli - and finding that one of our missionaries in Hayward is also supported by this dear church. What a small world!

Back to California we came; and September brought another opportunity to fellowship with one of our foreign representatives. Missionary David Potter, his wife, Jean and daughter, Ami were a great blessing to our hearts as they shared the incredible opportunities facing them in Pecs, Hungary. They have a wonderful problem: one pulpit and 7 individuals capable of filling it! We are praying that they will see other churches being planted.

October. Homecoming Sunday! This was the highlight of my year. You can read more about it here; but we are still rejoicing in what God was able to provide for our church from His good hand. The luncheon afterwards was a great time of rejoicing and marvelling at the wonderful God we serve.
In November, it was my joy to baptize two young ladies after hearing their profession of faith in Jesus Christ alone for salvation. In late November, the opportunity to purchase a home became available. We are still reeling at the quickness of the process. We helped a friend move into their home on one Saturday, and less than a month later, we were moving into our own home in the same vicinity. God truly blessed us with this home; and we are enjoying the thrills of discovery as we unpack boxes - some of which were still packed from our initial move to Sonora 8 years ago!

Now we are in December, wondering where the year went! It has been a full year; full of God's blessings that are so greatly undeserved, yet so greatly appreciated. From our family to yours: have a very merry Christmas, and may God bless you richly in 2007 as you bring honor and glory to His name.

Christmas in perspective

The Internet Centuri0n, Frank Turk, has written a thought-provoking series of articles on Christmas. I am giving you the links here so you can wander over his way to read them for yourself.

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Part 6

On the move again . . .

52 weeks ago, our family moved to Hayward from a wonderful ministry in San Jose. We parted with tears in our eyes, a song in our heart, hope in our Savior, and rain in the skies. With help from two churches (one, our former; the other, our new church), we made the move successfully.

And now, we are doing it again. The church ministry is NOT changing, only the residence of this pastor. God has blessed us so richly; and in His provision, we have been allowed the privilege of home ownership. Eight years ago, when we came to California, I had mentally assented to the fact that I would never own my own home. I am convinced that each time I ran that through my brain, the Lord was shaking His head and saying "O ye of little faith."

I admit it: I am a man of little faith; but I am also a man with a GREAT GOD! This week, as preparations are made for our move (only 3 miles this time), the skies are once again overflowing with rain. But the song in our hearts is still there, too! What a Christmas present: our own home.

Sunday, we sang Thou Didst Leave Thy Throne, a hymn concerning the nature of the Savior's Incarnation. Somehow my joy is tempered by these words:

The foxes found rest
And the birds their nest
In the shade of the forest tree;
But Thy couch was the sod,
O Thou Son of God,
In the deserts of Galilee.

Lord, let me not forget that Christmas was a time when YOU were moving, too. What a Christmas present!

For unto us a child is born

December brings with it all the nostalgia and yuletide cheer that comes either naturally or forced upon us by Corporate America. But amid the hustle and bustle several moments of clarity have forced their way through the haze and fog of holiday consumerism.

My youngest son is fascinated with Handel's Messiah - especially the song "For unto us a child is born"; he is constantly singing it (with help from the Veggie Tales, of course). I find myself singing along with him quite often, as each of the titles of the Newborn King ring into my consciousness.

With all that playing in the background of my mind, we attended a young church attender's school Christmas chapel. His 3rd grade class was presenting the Christmas story; and hearing a room full of 8 year-olds reciting the Luke 2 passage was thrilling. One phrase jumped out of their recitation: "For unto you is born this day a Savior, which is Christ the Lord."

Messiah. From the beginning announcement to the shepherds, the news rang throughout the Judean hillside: Messiah has come! Emmanuel, God with us, is here. No longer will man have to wonder when God will come near - He has come near and now dwells among man. And this Savior is none other than the Messiah, the Promised One.

Christmas is about the Messiah coming to dwell with us. Celebrate the fact that God came near and made His habitation among us. Celebrate the victory He has provided over sin, death, and hell. Celebrate Him!

Our Great High Priest

This video is from the WorshipGod06 Conference Aug. 9-12, 2006. Ryan Ferguson is giving a memorized dramatic recitation of Hebrews 9 and 10 from the ESV Bible.

I pray it might impress upon you the great privilege we enjoy as believers and followers of Jesus Christ.

Have a great Thanksgiving weekend.

ONE; UNO; EINE

As our Sunday morning study in the book of John has progressed, I have been making the repeated point that the focus of the book, in fact the main and only point of the book, is that Jesus is exactly Who He claimed to be; and that this is a life-changing truth.

Can it be said any clearer or with any further emphasis? Frank Turk (the Internet Centuri0n) puts it ever so succinctly in this post. He rings the bell with a clarion tone that John has been sounding in his gospel.

Jesus Christ. The ONLY message we need. Nothing else is more important for the sinner; nothing else is more vital to the believer.

This is the message for our neighborhood; this is the message for our county and state (no matter how today's election falls out); this is the ONLY message worth spending our time, effort, money and life giving.

A Modern Parable

Tom Pryde, my good friend, blogging partner, fantasy football team co-owner, and fellow-pastor, is doing a great job of illustrating the importance of rules and parenting with his multi-part parable on fences. I am posting the links here to give you the privilege of enjoying them too.

Part One: The Other Side of the Fence

Part Two: Second Generation Fence-Building

Part Three: Fences or Windows?

He's not done yet, I don't think; so bookmark his blog and check back in a day or so to see if more installments have been made.

Family History comes to life

Today our family took an incredible field trip to the San Francisco Metreon, to view the Titanic exhibition. For me, this was a trip undertaken with great anticipation and just a little forboding. The events surrounding Titanic were more than just a "night to remember" or a horrible tragedy of the Gilded Age; Titanic and the White Star Line hold a place of prominence in our family.

My great-grandfather, Charles Frederick Woods, was a long-time employee of White Star Lines. In his capacity as ships printer, he was responsible for the communication of information while passengers were aboard ship. He would print the menus, see that the daily news bulletins were presented to the passengers, and act as liason between the ship's crew and passengers - ensuring that the message was delivered correctly and professionally.

He had his share of adventures, too. My grandfather used to tell of the time his father returned from one particularly exotic trip with a unique gift: a monkey. What child doesn't at one time or another wish for a monkey on which to blame all his own messiness? I grew up thinking that the Man in the Yellow Hat was my grandfather; and that Curious George was a story about his own pet simian.

Although White Star Line was an admirable and profitable employer, Great-grandfather had another dream that White Star could not fulfill: emigration. Eventually, the pull overcame the profit of employment, and Charles Woods gave notice of his resignation. Not wanting to lose such a valuable employee (their words, not mine; but who am I to argue?), the company made an attractive offer: stay for only 6 more months, and the company will pay you to work one leg of a voyage (Great Britian to USA) - and the family will be able to travel with you. To make the offer even sweeter, Charles was promised that his final voyage under the employ of WSL would take place on "the new ship."

What would you do? Charles' decision was already made. His house had been sold, his passage already booked. He could not stay any longer than originally intended. He and his wife Hannah and their family (including Charles Francis Woods - my grandfather, though only 6 at the time) took their passage to New York in 1911. The new ship, Titanic, began her voyage in April 1912; and you know her fate.

The exhibit I walked through today helped me connect the facts I knew from history books, and the stories I had heard from family in a way that I never imagined possible. The staff at RMS Titanic have done a superb job of presenting not only the story of Titanic; but recreating the era in which she moved. The subtle presences of creaking dock planks, the thrum of the engine room, the chill of the icy April Atlantic all helped bring events from 94 years ago into stark detail for me today.

The final artifact displayed is a 30,000 pound section of the outer bulkhead from Titanic's side - a section found scattered in the debris field. How amazing it was to see windows still in their portholes and brass that did not show the aging effects of time and water corrosion. And then, just before passing out the exit, was a smaller piece of the bulkhead - a piece designed to be touched by visitors. And touch it I did. I realize that what I was touching had no direct connection to my great-grandfather; but it was from the same era, and it was from the same company and profession as he. And in that moment, family history became just that much more of a reality for me.

A Time to Celebrate

Sunday, October 1, 1955 marked the beginning of a new venture in the Fairway Park community. Led by former lawman Elliott Paulsen, a group from Melrose Baptist Church in Oakland held the first church service of the newly christened Fairway Park Baptist Church.

Sunday, October 1, 2006 marked the 51st anniversary of God's work here in Fairway Park. Almost 100 members, former members, friends and loved ones gathered to rejoice in the faithfulness of God over the past half-century plus one year. Greetings were extended from former pastor Andrew Paz, and a time of celebration was held at the communion table as we remembered the work of One on behalf of us all that gave us a reason to meet together for the last 51 years.

Psalm 138 , a Celebration of Praise, was the focus of our consideration Sunday morning. David's praise was set before us as the example for our own rejoicing. We were encouraged to rejoice with Courageous Praise, reminded of a coming day of Corporate Praise, and emboldened with a Confident Praise knowing God would accomplish His purpose in our lives and ministry.

A joyous time of feasting was planned, but first . . . a business meeting. What place does a church business meeting have on Homecoming Anniversary Sunday? Well, there was a small financial matter to consider. WHAT!? Discussing finances on Homecoming Sunday?! You MUST be new to this!

Thank you, are you quite finished? Feel better now? Need a glass of water to calm your nerves? Maybe a moment to offer silent prayer on behalf of this freshman pastor? Allow me to continue.

Our business meeting was to discuss how we would allocate funds that God has graciously and wonderfully provdied for our church - over and above our budgeted projections. In fact, not only will these funds erase a deficit in our budget, but will allow us to have funds left over. See how this all fits into the theme of "rejoicing"?

One issue involved making final payment on some outstanding debts owed to members of our own church family. These payments were scheduled to be completed July 2008; but God made it possible for us to complete payment by July 2007! What a time of celebration it was to hear a hearty AYE in favor of the proposal. The motion was carried unanimously to pay off our debt early!

But wait, there's more. God, in His gracious and all-wise provision, allowed the funds to come in just the right timing that immediately after passing the motion to pay off those outstanding debts, the final checks were handed to the owed parties and we burned the promissory notes in celebration!

As the flames consumed the last remnants of our now-paid debts, my heart was consumed with praise and thanksgiving. The song burst from my lips "To God by the glory, great things He hath done!" and the congregation joined in full voice. "Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Let the earth hear His voice! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord! Let the people rejoice!"

What a way to celebrate God's faithfulness and goodness to us these past 51 years. What a way to begin our next year of service to Him!

Just a few more days . . .

I have been keeping myself from posting, only because I have been busy planning for our church's 51st Anniversary Celebration and Homecoming.

Finishing touches are being placed, even as we speak. A great day has been planned. A wonderful celebration is expected. We are anticipating a church full of people who have come for one purpose: to glorify God and recite in each other's hearing what He has been doing among us.

Lots of surprises in store, too. More on that later - after the celebration!

In the world, but not of it

For a long time I envied my friends Joseph, Miriam, Hope, Grace, Melody, Charity, Mary, Nathan, Michael, Matthew, John, Thomas and Martha. These dear friends had their actual names found in the Bible. The closest I got was "whosoever" in John 3:16!

But in John 17:20, Jesus, praying for those He is about to leave, says "I do not pray for these alone, but also for those who will believe in Me through their word." There it is! Jesus was praying for me, as I am one of those who believed as a result of the disciples' words about Jesus Christ.

The next verse asks that I would be united to the same purpose, goal and direction as Jesus Himself and the apostles: proclaiming the glory of God to a world that desires to hear nothing contrary to its beliefs. And what was Jesus' request for His disciples (and by extension for me as well)? That we not be taken out of the world, but protected from the evil one, according to verse 15.

Wouldn't it be better if we were kept from the world and its influences? Can I not show God's love without interacting with the unseemly sinful world? The simple answer is NO. As a disciple, my place is to be IN the world without becoming a part OF the world. I must not abandon my place in the world because God has not abandoned His interest in the world, see John 3:16 for proof of this.

So what is my task in this world that I am to be IN and yet OF which I am not to be? My responsibility is to remain in the world as a witness to the Truth of God's Word, not to withdraw from the world, or to disengage myself from the world, or (what would be worse) to be confused for the world. As I proclaim that witness, I must be prepared to receive all the hatred the world will direct toward me, knowing that I am protected by my Heavenly Father, who is acting in response to His Son's request.

Robert Murray McCheyne once stated "If I could hear Christ praying for me in the next room, I would not fear a thousand enemies. But distance makes no difference; He IS praying for me." With such prayers being offered on you behalf, go do what is right and pleasing to Him today.

Does life exist during football season?

One reader asked via email about the philosophy of sports. Specifically, “Why are sports important? Is it reasonable to give one’s life to interest in sports?” This is a great question and a timely one at that. For what it is worth, my fantasy football team won this week. But back to the question at hand: why are sports important?

First, a few areas NOT being discussed here. Yes, folks have a variety of interest that may or may not be understood by others. I am not discussing why some are sports fanatics. I also acknowledge that physical exercise IS profitable. I will also give a nod to the fact that many sports metaphors are used in Scripture. Yes, watching competition is enjoyable; and the better a person competes, the better they are to watch. Face it, would you rather watch Tiger Woods drive off the tee, or me? I guess if it had been a while since you had a really good laugh that left your sides aching and your eyes watering, you might choose to see my swing but that is your mean-spirited sadistic nature showing, isn’t it?

I want to discuss the seeming importance of sports. Notice the word “seeming” and its relationship to sports. I do not know of any area in the world where sports as a whole are more emphasized than here in the US. We devote every spare moment to it; create TV channels to watch others participate; organize leagues to meet with others who are just as enthused with a particular activity. The list goes on. A neutral observer (the proverbial alien dropped in without knowledge of our society) would come away with the impression that we are obsessed with sports and sporting. To what end? Our days are overscheduled, our children over-stimulated, our sidelines packed with over-worked, over-stressed parent / coaches all in the name of activity, sports and its benefit. May I politely ask, “What lasting benefit?” On rare occasions, life can be enriched by sports. But those are the exceptions, not the rule. Some use sports as a means of entry to presenting the gospel; but the sports are serving the gospel. Too often in society, all is subservient to the god of sport.

Another subject to ponder: why is it so important for “my” team to win at the expense of “their” team? It is always curious to hear the MVP thank their Creator for giving them the victory. Please do not misunderstand me, thanks ought to be given; but what about the loser? Did they not pray? Were their prayers not answered? My simplistic answer is this: God is glorifying Himself through various means; some of which are easier to comprehend than others.

How much effort should be devoted to sports? Again, principles of moderation and service come into play. When the line is crossed and activities are being served rather than serving a purpose in life, the activity needs to be curtailed. This serves for your little girl’s soccer team as well as your son’s weight lifting, your spouse’s needlepoint and your own online fantasy teams.

While sports can be exciting and provide moments of diversion and enjoyment, they are meant to supplement life not be the aim and goal of life. Yes, a few individuals excel to the level that they can make a living at entertaining us with their ability; but most of us would do well to realize our limitations – and be willing to limit ourselves to demonstrate our control over life. Life ought not be the control over us.

Having said all of that, please pray for my wife as she begins leading a home school physical education group tomorrow. Sports are good; she knows how to keep them in balance with the rest of life.

Memorial Thoughts

Much will be made this weekend (and has already been made in the days leading up to Monday) of the fifth anniversary of the attacks in New York City, Washington and Pennsylvania. It is important that we remember those 343 members of the NYPD and associated services who bravely lost their lives while attempting to rescue others. It is vital that we not allow ourselves to forget the tremendous breach that was made in our national psyche and sense of security. We ought to give ourselves permission to grieve and remember.

However, we must not automatically relegate the destiny of each soul ushered into eternity on that fateful day to the confines of God's eternal presence and blessing. While their loss was tragic and still brings tears to my eyes, God did not change the standards of entrance into His eternal presence for one day, one minute, one moment.

The real tragedy would be for those of us who remain to pass off considering their eternal souls because we don't want to consider that we face the same fate: death at a time of God's choosing and not our own.

Are you ready?

I find it also remarkably fitting that on the weekend when the nation will focus attention on the "needless tragedy" resulting in the death of over 3,000 innocent civilians, our church family will be focusing our attention on the needed tragic death of one innocent civilian resulting in the possibility of eternal life for the rest of the planet's occupants. This we will do in His remembrance, until He comes!

For Frank . . .

Just in case the centuri0n was wondering, this is where I am right now!Polihale State Park, Kauai, Hawaii (above)
Napali Coast (below)

The Jesus Junk Phenomena

Read what Jason Janz has to say about the trend to make everything "Christian". (Here's the link) What he says is right on target - and should cause us to consider WHY we do WHAT we do in the name of evangelism. Remember what we discussed yesterday in Sunday School: faith comes by hearing - a silent testimony is never enough!

Vacation Recap

Back home! Two of the most comforting words ever uttered; no matter how wonderful the vacation is (and it was wonderful) it is GREAT to be home again.

Tuesday was "Boys' Golf Day" for some; and "Zoo Day" for others. Dad, two brothers, my son and I enjoyed the camaraderie of 18 holes at Summersett golf course in Traveler's Rest, SC. Although I brought my clubs from home, my game stayed on the West Coast (i.e. not every swing produced the results I desired).

Wednesday, we traveled north to Asheville, NC, and toured the Biltmore Estate. What an incredible house! The level of craftsmanship and opulence was indeed spectacular. It was an amazing reminder to me of the fact that all man can spend a lifetime amassing and achieving, God created in a span of 6 days with mere words! Prayer meeting with our friends on the hill (Summit View Baptist) was encouraging and uplifting as we approached the Throne of Grace together on behalf of one another.

Thursday was a much anticipated "Free Day" with nothing of significant travel planned. After all the running and sight-seeing, it was welcome. My family traveled over to BJU and shopped at the Christian Educator's Resource Market (bumping into some friends while there) and then visiting more friends on campus at the Dining Common. Thursday evening was spent with the extended family playing games, grilling dinner with my brother (chicken and grill-fried veggies), and visiting - oh and watching my sons play with toy trains my brother and sister-in-law found at a yard sale. Great memories were made!

Friday, all the fun began to wrap up as we packed our suitcases and began to prepare for our journey home. All too soon, we were back at the Charlotte airport, then in Dallas, and (finally) back in San Francisco. It made for a long day; but we made it home with 30 minutes to spare before the calendar turned to Saturday.

What I will remember most from this vacation are moments and conversations spent with my dearest friends: my family. We don't seem to get together that often; but when we do, we have a blast!

Planes, Trains and Automobiles

Family vacation continues. Today we ventured to the Great Smoky Mountain Railroad in Dillsboro, NC. What an exciting time of riding the rails with the family! The views were amazing; trees and rivers setting just the right backdrop for the whistle of the engine and the throb of the rails being ground under the train's wheels. After a relaxing hour in Bryson City we rode the return trip and enjoyed a great car ride back to "the compound" in Greer. The rainstorms held off all day until our return car trip; and the thunderboomers have been different for our sons who come from that part of the country where thunderstorms are a rarity.

Tomorrow we have great plans laid - if the weather holds. If the weather doesn't cooperate we will adjust!

Before I leave, a word about church services yesterday. What a joy to fellowship once again with the folks at Summit View Baptist Church in Greenville, SC. The atmosphere was tremendously set for worship and God's Word went forth with great freedom. A tremendous college send-off was held for a young man departing from home; and it was encouraging to see this congregation declare truth into this person's life and encourage him as he takes the next step in his life's journey. And singing #198 was a joy, too!