Remembering

One year. 365 days. So many memories. So many curiosities. One year ago today my mom, Bonnie VerWay, finished her race having kept the faith (2 Timothy 4:7).

The year without her has provided brief moments of thought and long periods of deep reflection. A song, a signpost, a cartoon, or a current event often brings her to mind, providing a nearly always happy moment. Yard work, shoveling snow, long drives, hours awake in the darkness, or alone on a boat allow for solitude to consider the fullness of her life and the expanse of God’s grace. I will need many more years to grasp his grace to her and, by extension, to me.

My own life seems so much shorter now. In a little more than seventeen years, I will be as old as she was when she left this earth and entered into the presence of her savior and mine. How long before my heart fails like hers did? How long before my eyes dim and my voice weakens? I am much more aware of my own mortality now that both my dad and mom have put on immortality (1 Corinthians 15:53) leaving me the oldest in the family.

As a child, some mocked me as a “momma’s boy.” They were right, of course, but they didn’t know why. They knew nothing of her unplanned pregnancy, nothing of her teenage motherhood, nothing of her impoverished and abusive shotgun marriage. They just saw her fight for a young boy to give me every opportunity both eternal and temporal.

She was over protective. Many adventures my friends with older parents were allowed to pursue I could not. She meant well but didn’t understand her acts only contributed to my reputation. I was rarely in trouble with other young boys or teenage guys because I was rarely out of her sight.

When Brenda and I married before she was forty-years-old, she cried so much every time we left Chicago to return to our ministry home. I understand her tears now that Brenda and I say goodbye after only a few days with our all grown up kids.

There is much to tell of God’s grace in her life - from unwed, expectant mother to faithful wife to mature Christian woman to lonely widow. Moment by moment, day by day, pain after pain, God’s grace carried her, provided for her, protected her, filled her with joy, strengthened her for labor and sustained her faith until the end.

Still, her most intimate moments revealed a penchant to fear what lay ahead. She hid her fright behind a hard shell and a wide smile. Later, she would lament her lack of confidence in God’s care for her citing a psalm or a text from one of the prophets where God’s provision was on display. I miss the hand written letters exhibiting the careful and beautiful strokes of a seasoned teacher. Inside the envelope was a specific reference to one of God’s limitless characteristics she found so comforting on a given day. Grace.

So, the year has passed as it has for all who have escorted someone loved beyond description to heaven’s gate. We look around and wonder how long until he opens paradise to us. How long, Lord? How long?

Until then we wait expectantly, serve joyfully, live faithfully resting peacefully in God’s grace.

As always, I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.

Note: I wrote this LM on Monday, January 23, the anniversary of my mom's death.

 

From 44 to 45

Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States, Donald J. Trump.

I’m guessing you never thought you’d hear those words the first time you watched “The Apprentice.” Yet, this Friday Mr. Trump will take the oath of office to defend our constitution and become the 45th man to ascend to the highest position in our country and, arguably, the whole of the free world. With great power comes great responsibility. I trust Mr. Trump will embrace the latter and wisely use the former.

Nobody really knows what Mr. Trump will deliver as president. I am neither a politician nor a businessman, but I have enough sense to know that one is not the other. We’ve seen Mr. Trump’s business acumen. By all accounts, he is highly successful in his world, though his success has come at a price both in relationships and reputation.

Significant questions remain. Will his successes carry over to the political realm? When the machinery of politics moves into high gear, will he govern any differently than those before him or those who sought the same position he will soon hold? Will he keep his campaign promises? These questions and more will have answers in due time.

As Mr. Trump moves to Pennsylvania Avenue, President Obama’s eight years in office come to a close. His supporters will cite multiple achievments inlcuding how he and the country overcame race by his double win on the national stage, his health care initiative, and the strength of the economy as he leaves office compared with the economy of 2008. His detractors will declare the growing hostility in race relations, the failure of Obamacare, and the deterioration of the culture with the advancement of so-called same-sex marriage and the aggressive promotion by the White House for the LGBTQ agenda. To his credit, neither he nor the country have been sidetracked by foolish behavior while he was in office, see Monica Lewinsky.

For many political, philosophical, and positional reasons, I am no fan of President Obama, but last Sunday morning as I led us in prayer during worship, I thanked God for him. In the same prayer, I thanked God for Donald Trump, our next president. Prior to the campaign season, I was no fan of his, and it remains to be seen whether or not I will become one. He has four years to determine my opinion.

I led our church in prayer for both of them because the Bible commands it. Therefore I exhort first of all that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and giving of thanks be made for all men, 2 for kings and all who are in authority, that we may lead a quiet and peaceable life in all godliness and reverence (1 Timothy 2:1-2).

I led our church in prayer for both of them as opportunities to praise God. Around the world, human beings live in chaotic environments where governments come and go based upon the passions and aggression of a few. Around the world, national currencies devalue so rapidly that they have the same purchasing power as confederate money post-Civil War in the United States. Around the world, governments dismiss inalienable rights without regard to the immediate or future consequences.

While these United States have serious challenges, we experience so little of what so many in the world face on a regular basis. We can and should thank God for a government that diminishes chaos and lawlessness. Government is a gift from God to a nation (Romans 13:1-4). The routine transition of power we know as normal in the United States is God’s kindness poured out on this nation. Every inauguration is an occasion to praise God.

I led our church in prayer for us that we would be God-honoring citizens without regard to personalities and powers who come and go. Our standard is higher than the general population. We are Christians, called by God to express honor to the authorities he promotes and to submit to the ordinances they decree (Romans 13:5-7).

I led our church in affirmation of our true allegiance to our Lord, Jesus Christ. We are first and foremost citizens of the Kingdom of God, ruled by a righteous king, whose love for us never wanes and to whom we joyfully give all our lives. By his grace, we will obey and honor King Jesus in part by our model citizenship in the country we love.

Finally, Mr. Obama, I thank you for your years of service to our country. While I maintain strong disagreement with too many of your positions and a great deal of your rhetoric, I commend you for any lasting good you brought to the people. I suspect history will better inform us of what was truly good. May your post-presidential years be fulfilling to you and joyful to your wife and daughters.

Mr. Trump, you have achieved what few thought you could attain, the presidency of the United States. May the power you now possess allow you to satisfy the responsibilities you promise to fulfill. May your years in office be marked by peace both home and abroad. I will pray toward this end.

As always, I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.

Safely Home

t snows in Minnesota like it does all across the upper Midwest. We northerners like to think we handle it so much better than those in southern states who run for cover at the forecast of a dusting, and to some extent we do. But we are not exempt for fender benders in a parking lot or multicar pileups on our interstates. Sadly, some of these events are more than nuisances or cause for insurance premium spikes. Some result in severe bodily injury, others in death.

In 2015 across the United States 35,092 otherwise healthy human beings died as a result of a moving vehicle. Single vehicle events accounted for a whopping 55% of all deaths, the kind of event that happens on a snowy road when simply driving from one destination to another.

Shortly after we moved from Michigan to Minnesota, all six of us were headed home in our full-size conversion van in the early morning hours along snowy Interstate 94 in southern Wisconsin. I hit an icy patch at 45 mph, slid off the road down into a wooded ravine where the van hit a massive oak as it rolled on its roof leaving us suspended by our seatbelts. Scary doesn’t describe the moments. By God’s grace we all walked away without a scratch. The van was totaled, but so what.

Yesterday, others around Minneapolis / St. Paul were not so fortunate. A light snow event during rush hour snarled traffic all across the metro. Nearly all made it home, but not everyone. Some suffered severe injuries requiring hospitalization, and others died. Of course, a snowstorm is not necessary to cause a vehicular death. There were 94 such deaths in Hawaii in 2015. I suspect nor more than a few were snow related.

John Newton of Amazing Grace fame wrote many texts set to tune. In a hymn that rejoices at the church gathering on the Lord’s Day, Newton pens, Safely through another week God has brought us on way and celebrates with the church God’s providence to gather the church together once again. Other writers have used the phrase “safely home” anticipating the arrival of God’s people to hearth and home. Some in mariner villages sang of God's grace in bringing the ships to “the harbor safe at home.” Safe arrival under God’s care must never be taken for granted and should always be a cause for thanksgiving.

Our family experienced this again last night as one of us slid off a glazed highway at highway speeds. When the tow truck dropped the vehicle in our driveway and we huddled in the kitchen, we held hands and thanked God that the damage was to sheet metal and not bones, muscles, and organs.

Our family’s usual practice is to pray when we arrive almost anywhere after a drive. At the end of the day, one of us often thanks God for his care of us during the day. 99.9% of those days we know nothing of the “what ifs” and “might have beens.”

We simply thank God for his protection not really realizing how often we were under God’s guard throughout the day. During the summer and around the holidays, I will welcome back to our worship those who have been away on road trips to the cabin, the Mountain West, or a distant wedding celebration. During pastoral prayer, we pray for those away from us, asking God for their safe return. When we see them again, we thank the Lord for his care along the way. In a world dominated by sin and cursed by death, that God directs our steps, covers our mistakes, and prevents calamities prompts in us praise each time we embrace after the briefest of absences.

When God brings you together again after a day away at work or school, when God brings you home again after a short trip to the grocery store, when God gathers us together again on the Lord’s Day, make that gathering a time to look upward in praise for God’s goodness to bring you safely home.

As always, I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.

A Pastoral Prayer for 2017

There is so much I’d like to change for people.

I’d like to return to the widow her husband of so many years.

I’d like to give the infertile couple a child to hold.

I’d like to relieve the diseased of the invasive force ravaging her body.

I’d like to instill purpose in the mind of the boy about to become a man.

I’d like to arrange for the lonely a life companion.

I’d like to give the impoverished security in the form of abundant resources.

I’d like to protect the victims of silent abuse.

I’d like to free the chained from a sin that so easily defeats him.

I’d like to remove debt that forces career decisions in opposition to deeply held longings.

I’d like to assure the simple that seeking first the Kingdom of God is superior to the wasted efforts of making this life more comfortable.

I’d like to promote peace in families and homes where conflict passes as normal daily activity.

I’d like to develop a hunger to read God’s Word for lifelong Christians who rarely open its pages.

I’d like to spread joy to the joyless souls plodding along in this life without this part of their salvation made available to them by the Holy Spirit.

O, Father, these are my friends, my family, my sisters and brothers-in-Christ. They enter a new year with the remnants of last year in its many forms hanging on to them. Their circumstances reveal the reality of living under the curse. Their pain and sorrow limits some and debilitates others.

I am unable to do little more than provide a pause to their daily distresses. You, however, can do all things. You alone possess the wisdom to know what is best for these you love. You alone express the power to overcome their most formidable enemies. You alone utter words capable of convincing the skeptic of a better way.

I pray for them like my Lord, your son, prayed for those whom he loved (John 17). Come to the aid of your creation. Make all things new. Do for your creation what neither I nor any other in your creation can do for them. Bring, I pray, to your people change that will cause them to glorify God for the great things you have done.

I pray this in Jesus’s name.

Amen.

As always, I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.

Two links to help with your 2017 Bible reading.

Bible Reading Plans for 2017 from Ligonier

Bible Reading Plans for Your Phone from Youversion App

Your Christmas Can Be More

They steal the show every year. Sure, we are happy to see the fourth grade girl who plays Mary in the year’s Sunday School Christmas Program, and we giggle a little when the boy playing Joseph has a voice higher than that of his “betrothed wife,” but we all know the best part of the show are the two, three, and four-year-olds. When they take the stage dressed as little lambs crawling around the manger scene or making the motions to “Christmas bells, Christmas bells, ring them all the day; God the Father sent His son on that first Christmas Day,” this is the moment for cameras to flash and film. The stars for the evening have arrived.

Beyond the stage, the Christmas season provides us with a most wonderful time of the year to model and to teach truths we Christians hold dear. Your Christmas can be more than a seasonal event if you will take advantage of the time before you.

Develop the practice to give rather than receive. As Christians we know the great joy of receiving God’s indescribable gift. The salvation we enjoy was not earned by our merits, but was handed to us by God’s grace. While the gift of our Lord was a great sacrifice for the Father, it was his joy to extend the gift to us.

My mom went to be with the Lord shortly following last Christmas. When we were with her Christmas morning, she seemed tired, but I assumed (wrongly) this was simply missing my dad, her first Christmas without him. What we didn’t know was the deterioration of her heart had once again reached critical mass. She would die less than a month later.

For her last Christmas my mom chose to model to her children and grandchildren the Bible truth that it is better to give than receive. In the tree was a small envelope. Inside, a brief note described a generous gift my mom made to a single parent, a woman with very little who spent was she earned on the care of her daughter. It brought my mom great joy to know of this woman’s receipt of her gift.

In a county dominated by an “All I want for Christmas is…” mentality, we Christians can be different. How will you teach this truth to your children? How will you live this truth in your own life?

Start a search to know the great plan of God. Have you ever tried to explain to a child how the baby in the manger is God? I wonder how our kindergarten Sunday School teachers do what they do. Adults ask me simple questions like “How do I help my teenage son?” But those early childhood teachers, they get the really tough questions.

The incarnation, God becoming a man, is a great mystery we accept by faith. That means because God told us it is so we believe it though we may not fully understand it. That we cannot understand fully should not prevent us from understanding partially. How hungry are you to know the mind of God? Do you want to know him, his works, his plans, his wisdom? What questions about God deserve your efforts to find an answer that reveals his greatness to you? As the psalmist wrote, “Great is the Lord, and greatly to be praised; and His greatness is unsearchable.”

Christmas affords great opportunities for parents to trigger curiosity in their children about who God is. Fan the flame of the wonder of God in the minds of the young ones telling them what God did in Bethlehem so many years ago.

Make Christmas about Jesus, not family, not tradition, not vacation but about Jesus. Most have their traditions about the Christmas, and they serve as wonderful occasions to promote happiness, love, appreciation, and good memories. I cherish every memory I maintain of Christmases long ago shared with those now with the Lord. As meaningful as the moments in the present and the remembrances of the past, can we Christians celebrate more than those without Christ celebrate?

To make Christmas more about Jesus will require purpose. You will have to think, “How can I emphasize Jesus so that he increases and we decrease?” This question may produce blessings you never imagined. Presenting that question to those in your house may produce opportunties you never considered.

May this Christmas season be most joyful for you, Christian, as you soak in the wonder of God becoming man.

As always, I welcome your feedback and any suggestions you might have for an upcoming Lunchtime Musing.