Monday, December 29, 2008

Love with Action

Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. – 1 John 3:18 (NIV)

 

What is the difference between loving with words and loving with action?  Why would loving with action be truth?  How have you loved with action and in truth?  How has your life been affected by those who love in these two ways?

 

The following story can be found at: http://www.wow4u.com/gift-of-love/index.html

"Can I see my baby?" the happy new mother asked. When the bundle was nestled in her arms and she moved the fold of cloth to look upon his tiny face, she gasped. The doctor turned quickly and looked out the tall hospital window. The baby had been born without ears. Time proved that the baby's hearing was perfect. It was only his appearance that was marred.

When he rushed home from school one day and flung himself into his mother's arms, she sighed, knowing that his life was to be a succession of heartbreaks.

He blurted out the tragedy. "A boy, a big boy...called me a freak." He grew up, handsome for his misfortune. A favorite with his fellow students, he might have been class president, but for that. He developed a gift, a talent for literature and music. "But you might mingle with other young people," his mother reproved him, but felt a kindness in her heart.

The boy's father had a session with the family physician. Could nothing be done? "I believe I could graft on a pair of outer ears, if they could be procured" the doctor decided. So the search began for a person who would make such a sacrifice for a young man. Two years went by. Then, "You are going to the hospital, son. Mother and I have someone who will donate the ears you need. But it's a secret" said the father.

The operation was a brilliant success, and a new person emerged. His talents blossomed into genius, and school and college became a series of triumphs. Later he married and entered the diplomatic service. "But I must know!" He urged his father. "Who gave so much for me? I could never do enough for him."

"I do not believe you could," said the father, "but the agreement was that you are not to know...not yet." The years kept their profound secret, but the day did come . . . one of the darkest days that ever pass through a son. He stood with his father over his mother's casket. Slowly, tenderly, the father stretched forth a hand and raised the thick, reddish-brown hair to reveal that the mother had no outer ears.

"Mother said she was glad she never let her hair be cut," he whispered gently, "and nobody ever thought mother less beautiful, did they?"

 

Love is action and is the most beautiful of all!  God loves with action and in truth.  We witnessed this on Christmas.  With the approaching New Year let us pray that we become those who love with action and in truth so that all may truly understand the words, “They’ll know we are Christians by our love.”

With hope and joy,

Garrett


Monday, December 22, 2008

God is Close in Surprising Ways

The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit. – Psalm 34:18 (NIV)

 

What are many ways you have been brokenhearted?  Did you feel alone?  Did you know that God was with you?  How has your spirit been crushed in the past?  How has God saved you in the past?  What are different ways you have felt God close, and have experienced God save?

 

The following story was e-mailed to me:

Mother's father worked as a carpenter.  On this particular day, he was building some crates for the clothes his church was sending to some orphanage in China.  On his way home, he reached into his shirt pocket to find his glasses, but they were gone.  When he mentally replayed his earlier actions, he realized what happened; the glasses had slipped out of his pocket unnoticed and fallen into one of the crates, which he had nailed shut.  His brand new glasses were heading for China!

The Great Depression was at its height and Grandpa had six children.  He had spent $20 for those glasses that very morning.  He was upset by the thought of having to buy another pair.  "It's not fair," he told God as he drove home in frustration.  "I've been very faithful in giving of my time and money to your work, and now this."

Several months later, the director of the orphanage was on furlough in the United States.  He wanted to visit all the churches that supported him in China, so he came to speak one Sunday at my grandfather's small church in Chicago.  The missionary began by thanking the people for their faithfulness in supporting the orphanage.  "But most of all," he said, "I must thank you for the glasses you sent last year.  You

see, the Communists had just swept through the orphanage, destroying everything, including my glasses.  I was desperate.  Even if I had the money, there was simply no way of replacing those glasses.  Along with not being able to see well, I experienced headaches every day, so my coworkers and I were much in prayer about this.  Then your crates arrived. When my staff removed the covers, they found a pair of glasses lying on top.  The missionary paused long enough to let his words sink in.  Then, still gripped with the wonder of it all, he continued: "Folks, when I tried on the glasses, it was as though they had been custom-made just for me!  I want to thank you for being a part of that."

The people listened, happy for the miraculous glasses. But the missionary surely must have confused their church with another, they thought.  There were no glasses on their list of items to be sent overseas.  But sitting quietly in the back, with tears streaming down his face, an ordinary carpenter realized the Master Carpenter had used him in an extraordinary way.

 

When we are heartbroken or crushed God is still with us, using us to ensure that good is accomplished!  We can never know how God will save us in different situations, but we can be sure that we will be surprised how the Master Carpenter puts it all together.

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Monday, December 15, 2008

What We Say

When you talk, do not say harmful things, but say what people need—words that will help others become stronger.  Then what you say will do good to those who listen to you. – Ephesians 4:29 (NCV)

 

How have you been hurt by what others have said?  What have you said in anger, depression or sadness that has hurt someone else?  Who has said words that have helped you become stronger?  What did they say, and why did you need to hear them?  How will you say things to make sure you will do good to those who listen to you?

 

The following story is called the Wise Sage and was e-mailed to me:

There once was a wise sage who wandered the countryside.  One day, as he passed near a village, he was approached by a woman who told him of a sick child nearby. She beseeched him to help this child. 

So the sage came to the village, and a crowd gathered around him, for such a man was a rare sight.

One woman brought the sick child to him, and he said a prayer over her.
 "Do you really think your prayer will help her, when medicine has failed?" yelled a man from the crowd.



"You know nothing of such things! You are a stupid fool!" said the sage to the man. 



The man became very angry with these words and his face grew hot and red. He was about to say something, or perhaps strike out, when the sage walked over to him and said: "If one word has such power as to make you so angry and hot, may not another have the power to heal?" 



And thus, the sage healed two people that day.

 

Words can heal people!  Words can also hurt people.  This Advent season prepare your hearts to accept the Word of God made flesh in Jesus the Christ again!  When you do everything you say will have Christ in it, and everything you say will heal others, will make others stronger, and will do good to all who listen to you!

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Christmas Family Miracle

Showing a Family That God's Hope and Joy is Real!

This family consists of parents of a boy, age 13, a girl, age 11, and are raising their grandson, age 11.  He works as a painter and recently lost his job.  Without the money to buy basic necessities Christmas does not look to be a possibility.  No tree to be decorated, no Christmas meal to eat, no gifts to be given, no...  When the wife and mother was asked what she and her husband would like for Christmas she said that they wanted the children to have a good Christmas.

And they will have a good Christmas!!!  First Pres, the church that is devoted to becoming God's hope and joy, will be ensuring that hope and joy rein supreme in their household this Christmas.  Should you feel so called to help make this family receive a Christmas gift they shall never forget please send an offering to:
First Presbyterian Church
220 N. Jackson St.
Albany, GA 31701
c/o Christmas Family Miracle

Please write the check to First Presbyterian and in the memo write Christmas Family Miracle!  Join us in working together to become God's hope and joy!

From First Pres, where community happens,
Garrett

Monday, December 8, 2008

Hope for the Hungry and Homeless

This is a great ministry opportunity.  Check out www.missionchange.com for more information.  You can help create awareness of the huge homeless and poverty problem in Albany, GA and in the process help support organizations that fight to combat such demons.

Thursday, December 4, 2008


Before, during, and after the Christmas Parade on Saturday make sure to come by the Fellowship Hall to warm body and soul!  We will open the church up at 5 p.m. and serve appetizers, desserts, and warm holiday drinks like cider and hot chocolate.  Invite everyone you see at the parade!
With hope and joy,
Garrett

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

December's "Minister's Minute" from The Journal of Hope and Joy

Merry Christmas everyone!  O where must I begin this minister’s minute?  First off let me begin in the spirit of thanksgiving.  I am aware that Thanksgiving was celebrated last month, but that does not mean we cannot and should not be continually thankful throughout the year!  I am thankful for each of you who are reading this letter.  “Pastor,” some might be asking, “why are you thankful for me?”

The last month of my life has been a whirlwind of experiences.  As Melinda’s pregnancy progressed, I took comfort from the multitude of you all who told me you were praying for us.  As we found ourselves in the hospital a couple of weeks ago, I was reassured by the calls many made before hand to make sure we were holding up well.  As we stayed in that hospital looking at our son and wondering where life would lead us, I was blessed by many of your calls, visits, and gifts as you each became a part of our joy.  As we arrived home, I was honored to have so many bring us food and gently demand we call should we need anything at all.  And as I sit here today, writing this to you all, I am overwhelmed with gratitude that God would see it fit to allow the life of my family to intersect with each of your lives, and I am grateful for each of you!

While the gift of my son is undoubtedly one of the greatest gifts I will ever receive, the gift of being able to know each of you is also one of the greatest gifts I will ever receive.  As I immerse myself in Advent preparation and consider the greatest gift God has ever given anyone, Jesus, I find myself overwhelmed with gratitude for the wealth of gifts God has bestowed upon me.  So to each of you who has felt so called to bless my family, and me I thank you!

The first Sunday of December will mark the one-year anniversary when Melinda and I drove into Albany realizing that this place is our new home!  We have been here a year, wow!  We arrived in the midst of Advent, in the midst of preparation, and I declared to the church upon my arrival that not only were we preparing to accept our Savior again into our lives, but we were preparing to be made new by God.  There can be no doubt that in this last year our church has been made new.  Membership has nearly doubled, attendance has increased by 500% on average, papers have written about us, seminaries are studying us, and God has declared with emphasis, “Behold, I make all things new!”

To meet the needs of our incredible growth we have reestablished the Deacon Board and expanded the Session.  Leaders are being put in place to ensure that the newness, which God has begun, has not been done in vain.  My brothers and sisters, whatever you think about what God has done, we enter into this new season of Advent with the expectation that nothing is done!  We have laid the foundation of success, but the foundation alone does not constitute success.  There are bricks and mortar to be laid, let us build upon this foundation and let our light shine brighter and more fervent.

My hope is that by the time my family’s second anniversary in this land arrives, by the time my son’s first birthday is celebrated, we might be able to celebrate Advent 2009 with 150 members, with church services averaging 150 people, with new ministries for children, shut-ins, the needy, and many others.  In the spirit of preparation and thanksgiving, let us prepare ourselves for the work to be done in this next year to witness how much God will continue to do in our midst!

Riding the wave of the Holy Spirit,

Garrett

Monday, December 1, 2008

You Are My Life

 “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” – John 15:13 (KJV)

 

What does it mean to lay down one’s life for one’s friends?  How does Jesus demonstrate this “greatest love”?  Who do you believe loves you in this way?  Who do you love in this way?  How do you want to grow in order to love in the greatest way love can be?

 

The following story is a true story by Viraj Bhandare found athttp://www.inspirationpeak.com/cgi-bin/stories.cgi?record=131

There was a boy in India who was sent by his parents to a boarding school. Before being sent away this boy was the brightest student in his class. He was at the top in every competition. He was a champion. 

But the boy changed after leaving home and attending the boarding school. His grades started dropping. He hated being in a group. He was lonely all the time. And there were especially dark times when he felt like committing suicide. All of this because he felt worthless and that no one loved him.



His parents started worrying about the boy. But even they did not know what was wrong with him. So his dad decided to travel to the boarding school and talk with him.



They sat on the bank of the lake near the school. The father started asking him casual questions about his classes, teachers and sports. After some time his dad said, 'Do you know son, why I am here today?" 

The boy answered back, "to check my grades?" 

"No, no" his dad replied, "I am here to tell you that you are the most important person for me. I want to see you happy. I don't care about grades. I care about you. I care about your happiness. YOU ARE MY LIFE." 

These words caused the boy's eyes to fill with tears. He hugged his dad. They didn't say anything to each other for a long time.



Now the boy had everything he wanted. He knew there was someone on this earth who cared for him deeply. He meant the world to someone. And today this young man is in college at the top of his class and no one has ever seen him sad! 



Thanks a lot dad. YOU ARE MY LIFE.

 

Laying down your life for your friends is as simple as letting a friend, a family member, any loved one at all know that he/she is your life!  Open your heart to the Spirit’s presence that surrounds you and listen.  Can you hear Jesus softy whispering in your ear, “You are my life.”  He has saved your life with his love; imagine how many people you might save with yours!

With hope and joy,

Garrett


Friday, November 28, 2008

Thanksgiving & Making Peace

"So when you offer your gift to God at the altar, and you remember that your brother or sister has something against you, leave your gift there at the altar. Go and make peace with that person, and then come and offer your gift.” – Matthew 5:23-24 (NCV)

 

Who has something against you?  Who do you have something against?  Have you tried to make peace with that person?  Why would Jesus say we must make peace before we can offer our gifts to God?  What does peace look like?  Is peace a gift to God?

 

The following story came from an unknown author in an e-mail to me:

I grew up in the '50s with very practical parents.  A mother, God love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen, before they had a name for it.  My father was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. Their marriage was good, their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now, Dad in trousers, tee shirt and a hat and Mom in a housedress, lawn mower in one hand, dishtowel in the other.  It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress. Things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing, I wanted just once to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there'd always be more.  But then my mother died, and on that clear summer's night, in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that sometimes there isn't any more. Sometimes, what we care about most gets all used up and goes away... never to return.  So, while we have it... it's best we love it... and care for it... and fix it when it's broken... and heal it when it's sick.  This is true for marriage... and old cars... and children with bad report cards... and dogs with bad hips... and aging parents... and grandparents. We keep them because they are worth it, because we are worth it.

 

We make peace because our brothers and sisters are worth it!  Our friends and family will not last forever, so it’s best to make peace quick.  God will always be there to give our gifts too, so He wants a different gift first.  The gift of knowing His children are at peace with one another!  This Thanksgiving we must not offer our thanks to God before we have made peace with those who have something against us!

Monday, November 24, 2008

Our "Yes" Face

He said: "The Lord is my rock, my fortress, my Savior.  My God is my rock.  I can run to him for safety.  He is my shield and my saving strength, my defender and my place of safety.  The Lord saves me from those who want to harm me.” – 2 Samuel 22:2-3 (NCV)

 

How is God your rock?  Do you run to God for safety?  How have you witnessed God saving you from those who would do you harm?  What is life like when you rely on God in this way? 

 

The following story was told by Chuck Swindoll:

During Thomas Jefferson's presidency he and a group of travelers were crossing a river that had overflowed its banks. Each man crossed on horseback fighting for his life. A lone traveler watched the group traverse the treacherous river and then asked President Jefferson to take him across. The president agreed without hesitation, the man climbed on, and the two made it safely to the other side of the river where somebody asked him: "Why did you select the President to ask this favor?" The man was shocked, admitting he had no idea it was the President of the United States who had carried him safely across. "All I know," he said, "is that on some of your faces was written the answer 'No' and on some of them was the answer 'Yes.' His was a 'Yes' face."

 

Those who know that God is their rock always have a “Yes” face!  Life throws many things our way.  When bad things happen some react with fear, and others know that they can run to God for safety, for He is their Savior.  When we know God in this way others will say of us,  “All I know is that on your face is written the answer ‘Yes.’”

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Being Interviewed by FOX

Dear all,
I was interviewed by the local FOX News station about the problems of sexual addiction.  Not my best hair day however.
http://www.wfxl.com/news/video.aspx?id=219793

Monday, November 10, 2008

True Religion

People who think they are religious but say things they should not say are just fooling themselves. Their "religion" is worth nothing. Religion that God the Father accepts as pure and without fault is this: caring for orphans or widows who need help, and keeping yourself free from the world's evil influence. – James 1:26-27 (NCV)

 

Have you encountered people who think they are religious but are fooling themselves?  Are you someone who is fooling yourself?  Who needs help and how can you help them?  Why must you be careful of the world’s evil influence?  How will you act to ensure that God accepts your religion?

 

The following story was found at: http://www.inspirationpeak.com/cgi-bin/stories.cgi?record=142

There once was a farmer who grew award-winning corn. Each year he entered his corn in the state fair where it won a blue ribbon. 

One year a newspaper reporter interviewed him and learned something interesting about how he grew it.  The reporter discovered that the farmer shared his seed corn with his neighbors.
 "How can you afford to share your best seed corn with your neighbors when they are entering corn in competition with yours each year?" the reporter asked.



"Why sir," said the farmer, "didn't you know? The wind picks up pollen from the ripening corn and swirls it from field to field. If my neighbors grow inferior corn, cross-pollination will steadily degrade the quality of my corn. If I am to grow good corn, I must help my neighbors grow good corn."



He is very much aware of the connectedness of life. His corn cannot improve unless his neighbor's corn also improves.



So it is with our lives. Those who choose to live in peace must help their neighbors to live in peace. Those who choose to live well must help others to live well, for the value of a life is measured by the lives it touches. And those who choose to be happy must help others to find happiness, for the welfare of each is bound up with the welfare of all.



The lesson for each of us is this: if we are to grow good corn, we must help our neighbors grow good corn.

 

Some are so afraid of the world’s evil influence they forget they have the solution to evil, God’s hope and joy as found in Jesus Christ!   You will say the right thing and have a religion that God will accept when you give your seeds of joy and happiness to your neighbors.  Good is more influential than evil, go do good!

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Friday, November 7, 2008

New Website Getting Closer

Dear all,
I am excited to share with anyone who might look at this blog that we have the beginnings of a website for First Pres!  Check out http://www.1stpresalbany.org and let me know what you think... for those of you who prefer .coms go to http://www.firstpresalbany.com or http://www.1stpresalbany.com they all go to the same place!  Soon we will have the whole thing up and running and you will have one more way to connect with us.
With hope and joy,
Garrett

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

November Newsletter - Being Loved

By this time next month I will be a father.  I have ceased attempting to understand what fatherhood means and what parenthood is, I do not know and I will find out soon enough.  There are so many aspects of being a parent that I am bound to mess up, not understand even after the baby comes, and wonder if I am doing right.  No parent told me that he/she was anything but scared the first night the baby was at home.  No parent, who is at all honest, believes mistakes have not been made.  No parent claims to have been ready for all of what was going to happen.

 

In the midst of all the uncertainties surrounding parenthood there is one thing that is certain.  There is one thing, which while I cannot yet understand, I know will happen.  In story after story of parenthood that has been shared with me no one felt they could underestimate the love that overwhelmed them at the moment they held their child.  I have heard some proclaim, “I never knew I could love that much.”  “My heart started overflowing.”  “I still cannot believe how my whole body and mind became love when I held my child for the first time, here was my child, in my arms.”

 

I eagerly await my turn to enter into the pantheon of love that is known as parenthood.  For all of that which is unknown, this singular known element of becoming a father is worth every second of worry.  Holding that baby boy will open me to a whole new understanding of God’s love.  When my whole being becomes love for someone brand new, I hope I have the strength of faith to remember that God’s whole being is love pouring upon my baby at that moment too.  I hope I remember that when I am crying tears of joy, God is also crying tears of joy.  I hope I consider that as much as I feel love more than ever before, God still loves more!  And in the moment of clarity may faith grant me the understanding to recognize how much God loves each of us!

 

God already loves my baby more than I will ever be able to love him.  Think about that, God loves more than we can understand.  When we are so overwhelmed with love our lives change, are hearts melt, are tears become joyous, smiles cannot be wiped from our faces, and we spread joy wherever we go, God still loves more.  If you have felt the love for someone else that I am describing, if you have felt a love so overwhelming you love just thinking about it, know this, that is the way God loves you and more.

 

So many of us go about our lives not celebrating the way we could.  We could be celebrating life in each moment no matter how bad it is, because in each moment God holds us like a parent holds a brand new baby.  God holds you in his arms looking down at you smiling a smile bigger than life, his heart exploding with love grander than ever thought possible, tears streaming from his face as he considers what he created, if you are perfect to no one else in the world you are perfect to him, perfect in a way that ensures his love for you has no bounds.

 

This Thanksgiving, give thanks to God for this way that you are loved.  Try to see yourself as God sees you, the object of all of his love, the beloved, the child that makes him see the whole world as a different place, a place that is better because you are in it now.  When I hold my baby on Thanksgiving, I hope I will be thanking God for being his baby held tight in the blankets of love.

Riding the wave of the Holy Spirit,

Garrett

Being Happy

Happy are those who are helped by the God of Jacob.  Their hope is in the LORD their God. – Psalm 146:5

 

What does it mean to be happy?  Are you happy?  How have you been helped by God?  How does a person act who realizes his/her hope is in the LORD?  Knowing that hope is in the LORD your God how will you act for the rest of the day?

 

The following story is called, “The Secret” found at: http://www.skywriting.net/inspirational/stories/the_secret.html

A woman named Vicki once knew a young person at church named Susan. Susan always seemed effervescent and happy, although Vicki knew she had faced struggles in her life. Her long-awaited marriage had quickly ended in divorce. She had struggled to get a grip on her single life. She hadn't chosen it, but she decided she would live it with utmost enjoyment and satisfaction. Susan was active in Sunday school, in the choir, as a leader of the junior high girls' group, and in the church renewal movement. Vicki enjoyed knowing Susan. Susan's whole face seemed to smile. 



One day Vicki asked Susan, "How is it that you are always so happy, you have so much energy, and you never seem to get down?" With her eyes smiling, Susan said, "I know the Secret!" 

"What secret is that, what are you talking about?" Vicki asked.  Susan replied, "I'll tell you all about it, but you have to promise to share the Secret with others." 

Vicki agreed, "Okay, now what is it?" 



The Secret is this: "I have learned there is little I can do in my life that will make me truly happy. I must depend on God to make me happy and meet my needs. When a need arises in my life, I have to trust God to supply according to HIS riches. I have learned most of the time I don't need half of what I think I do. HE has never let me down.  Since I learned that Secret I am happy.” 



Vicki's first thought was, “That's too simple!” But upon reflecting over her own life she recalled how she thought a bigger house would make her happy -but it didn't! She thought a better-paying job would make her happy -but it hadn't. When did she realize her greatest happiness? Sitting on the floor with her grandchildren, playing games, eating pizza or reading a story, a simple gift from God. Susan knew the secret, Vicki learned the secret, and now you know it too! 

We can't depend on people to make us happy. Only GOD in His wisdom can do that. Trust HIM! And now I pass the Secret on to you!

 

Happy are those who are helped by God!  It is a great secret worthy of sharing with everyone you come across.  God gives us pieces of hope and joy at every moment.  We must trust in God and see each blessing, when we do people will see us as God wanted us to be, happy!

Monday, October 27, 2008

God is Our Protector!

The LORD is my rock, my protector, my Savior.  My God is my rock.  I can run to him for safety.  He is my shield and my saving strength, my defender. – Psalm 18:2 (NCV)

 

How has God acted as your rock, protector, and Savior?  Do you understand God as “your God?”  When do you wish you had run to God for safety?  Have you met people whose faith in God allows them to understand God as their defender?  What are they like? 


The following story was found at: http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/mombird.htm

An article in National Geographic several years ago provided a penetrating picture of God's wings. After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park, forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick. When he struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety, but had refused to abandon her babies. When the blaze had arrived and the heat singed her small body, the mother remained steadfast. Because she had been willing to die, those under the cover of her wings continued to live. "He shall cover thee with His feathers and under His wings shall thou trust" (Ps 91:4).

 

God is willing to die, so that we can continue to live!  Just look at the cross, Jesus with his arms stretched out looking like a mother bird keeping us under her wings.  Run to God for safety whenever you need it, for God is your shield and your saving strength and will never abandon you!

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Monday, October 20, 2008

Rejoice in the Lord always!

“Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say, Rejoice.” – Philippians 4:4 (KJV)

 

Do you rejoice in the Lord always?  What does it mean to always rejoice in the Lord?  What are people who always rejoice in the Lord like?  What about God makes rejoicing easy?  How will you rejoice in the Lord today and forever more?

 

A recent poll suggested that Americans are more concerned about things than we have been in generations.  People are concerned about the future, about the economy, about the elections, about savings, about… almost everything!  The following story is from an unknown rabbinical source.

 

One day Solomon decided to humble Benaiah ben Yehoyada, his most trusted minister. He said to him, "Benaiah, there is a certain ring that I want you to bring to me. I wish to wear it for Sukkot which gives you six months to find it."

"If it exists anywhere on earth, your majesty," replied Benaiah, "I will find it and bring it to you, but what makes the ring so special?"

"It has magic powers," answered the king. "If a happy man looks at it, he becomes sad, and if a sad man looks at it, he becomes happy." Solomon knew that no such ring existed in the world, but he wished to give his minister a little taste of humility.

Spring passed and then summer, and still Benaiah had no idea where he could find the ring. On the night before Sukkot, he decided to take a walk in one of he poorest quarters of Jerusalem. He passed by a merchant who had begun to set out the day's wares on a shabby carpet. "Have you by any chance heard of a magic ring that makes the happy wearer forget his joy and the broken-hearted wearer forget his sorrows?" asked Benaiah.

He watched the grandfather take a plain gold ring from his carpet and engrave something on it. When Benaiah read the words on the ring, his face broke out in a wide smile.

That night the entire city welcomed in the holiday of Sukkot with great festivity. "Well, my friend," said Solomon, "have you found what I sent you after?" All the ministers laughed and Solomon himself smiled.

To everyone's surprise, Benaiah held up a small gold ring and declared, "Here it is, your majesty!" As soon as Solomon read the inscription, the smile vanished from his face. The jeweler had written three Hebrew letters on the gold band: "gimel, zayin, yud", which began the words "Gam zeh ya'avor" -- "This too shall pass."

At that moment Solomon realized that all his wisdom and fabulous wealth and tremendous power were but fleeting things, for one day he would be nothing but dust.

 

There is only one that will never pass, God!  Our troubles shall pass, our country shall pass, our lives shall pass, ours riches shall pass, our worries shall pass, but our God is forever.  It is easy to rejoice in the Lord always, for only the Lord is always!  Put your worries and your prides away, for they shall pass, and rejoice in the Lord always!

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Monday, October 13, 2008

Laughing and Happy Songs

Then we were filled with laughter and we sang happy songs.  Then the other nations said, “The LORD has done great things for them.”  The LORD has done great things for us, and we are very glad. – Psalm 126:2-3 (NCV)

 

What great things has God done for you?  Are you filled with laughter and sing happy songs?  Are you very glad for what God has done for you?  Who have you met who knows God has done great things for them?  How do they act?  How will you act for the rest of the day knowing that the LORD does great things for you?

 

The following story was sent to me and can be found at http://www.rogerknapp.com/inspire/icecream.htm

Last week I took my children to a restaurant.  My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace.
 As we bowed our heads he said,  "God is good. God is great.  Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert.  And Liberty and justice for all!  Amen!"
 Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby I heard a woman remark,  "That's what's wrong with this country.  Kids today don't even know how to pray.  Asking God for ice cream! Why, I never!"
 Hearing this, my son burst into tears and asked me,  "Did I do it wrong? Is God mad at me?"
 As I held him and assured him that he had done a terrific job and God was certainly not mad at him, an elderly gentleman approached the table.  He winked at my son and said, "I happen to know that God thought that was a great prayer."
 "Really?" my son asked.
 "Cross my heart," the man replied.
 Then in a theatrical whisper he added (indicating the woman whose remark had started this whole thing), "Too bad she never asks God for ice cream.  A little ice cream is good for the soul sometimes."
 Naturally, I bought my kids ice cream at the end of the meal.  My son stared at his for a moment
 and then did something I will remember the rest of my life. He picked up his sundae and without a word, walked over and placed it in front of the woman. With a big smile he told her, "Here, this is for you.  Ice cream is good for the soul sometimes; and my soul is good already."

 

When we are filled with laughter and happy songs because of all that God has done for us, we can help others see all that God has done for them!  Embrace the blessings that are all around you.  Do not let others bring you down, instead help to bring them up!

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Worthy of Praise: Being Rich

Brothers and sisters, think about the things that are good and worthy of praise. Think about the things that are true and honorable and right and pure and beautiful and respected. – Philippians 4:8 (NCV)

 

What is good and worthy of praise?  Do you think about the things that are true, honorable, right, pure, beautiful and respected?  How does life seem when you focus on these things?  Have you met anyone whose thoughts were on such things?  What was his/her attitude about life?  What are people like who do not think on these things?

 

Another story e-mailed to me:

One day, the father of a very wealthy family took his son on a trip to the country with the express purpose of showing him how poor people live.

They spent a couple of days and nights on the farm of what would be considered a very poor family.

On their return from their trip, the father asked his son, “How was the trip?”

“It was great, Dad.”

“Did you see how poor people live?” the father asked.

“Oh yeah,” said the son.

“So, tell me, what did you learn from the trip?” asked the father.

The son answered: “I saw that we have one dog and they had four. We have a pool that reaches to the middle of our garden and they have a creek that has no end. We have imported lanterns in our garden and they have the stars at night. Our patio reaches to the front yard and they have the whole horizon.

“We have a small piece of land to live on and they have fields that go beyond our sight.

“We have servants who serve us, but they serve others. We buy our food, but they grow theirs.

“We have walls around our property to protect us, they have friends to protect them.”

The boy’s father was speechless.

Then his son added, “Thanks Dad for showing me how poor we are.”

 

When we think about those things that are good and worthy of praise we can see riches where others see nothing!  We must not think about only worldly riches and thereby miss out on all that is true, honorable, right, pure, beautiful and respected.  Do not be poor.  There is richness everywhere, pray that you have eyes to see it and begin thinking on it!

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Sunday, October 5, 2008

October Newsletter

Almost exactly one year ago Melinda and I discovered ourselves in Albany for the first time.  We were staying in the Hilton having arrived in town around 8 PM on Saturday night.  Since we left California at 5 AM we were tired, but still we had a nice dinner and a guided tour of the church.  I remember looking at the pictures of pastors past.  So many people had led this place, and I could sense the history around me.  Here there was a church almost 160-years-old, and a building 90-years-old.  Pictures of past joys, smiling children, a full sanctuary, and a prestigious building were offered to me as proof of past success.

 

The next morning we arrived to the service at 11 AM.  I could see little remnant of the joys and successes of yesteryear.  Entering the building, now in full light, it looked every bit its age.  Including the two of us, and the person preaching, there were 18 people in the service.  As I sat in the service I prayed to my God, believing that if this church could be turned around I was not the person for it.  How could I, a young man with little experience from a foreign land, lead this church to a new success?

 

However, during the interview afterward I learned more about faith.  There sat before me the remnant.  Those whose faith in God and God’s purposes for this church would not allow them to succumb to the belief of defeat to which so many others had succumb.  From my time with those people I saw hope.  Hope that a church given little chance could make it again.  Hope that God had plans for the church and the town.  Hope!  Questions directed toward me were altogether different than in any interview I had been in before.  I was not asked about what I would do in particular situations, no, instead I was asked questions which demanded if I too had this hope.  And as I felt the hope saturate the air around our interview table I could feel the Spirit move.  Yes, I too had this hope planted within me by the faith of the remnant, and already the Spirit was growing that seed!

 

Alas it was by faith that decisions were made to call me to this place.  My faith in the hope I saw in people who were in a hopeless situation, and the faith of the remnant that God would chose a novice with a strange preaching style to be the next of a long line of pastors to fill this church’s holy pulpit.  There is a song I love entitled, “We’ve Come This Far by Faith.”  This church is now a living example to the truth and power of the words to this song.

We’ve come this far by faith,

Leaning on the Lord,

Trusting in His Holy Word,

He never failed me yet.

Oh’ can’t turn around,

We’ve come this far by faith.

Last Sunday, a year after I first saw this place I looked out upon a sanctuary with 117 people in it.  I saw a majestic building being renovated and made alive once more.  And I saw the hope, that same hope I had seen only in a few people now being displayed by many.  As I stood there upon a scene of such glory the only word that can explain it is miracle, I sung to myself, “We’ve come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord, trusting in His Holy Word, He never failed me yet.  Oh’ can’t turn around, we’ve come this far by faith.”  We can’t turn around, there is no going back, there is only now and moving into a future filled with hope and joy!  I thank of each of you for your faith it has strengthened mine.  I thank each of you for your hope it has given me hope.  I thank each of you for all you have done.  Now let us do more so that people will know when they see this church, that with Christ all things are possible!

 

Riding the wave of the Holy Spirit,

Garrett

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Monday, September 29, 2008

Excellent Video!

Beautiful song you should check out, just click on the title of the blog post!

Encouragement!

When you talk, do not say harmful things, but say what people need—words that will help others become stronger. Then what you say will do good to those who listen to you. – Ephesians 4:29 (NCV)

 

Do you say things that are good for those who listen to you?  How can words make others become stronger?  Who have you hurt with harmful words?  What do people need to hear?  What will you say to spread peace and joy around you today?

 

The following story is by an unknown author found at: http://www.wow4u.com/hospitalwindow/index.html

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window. The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back. The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation.

Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake. Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by. Although the other man couldn't hear the band - he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days and weeks passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed.

It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall. She said, "Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."

 

We all need encouragement!  Words can hurt us, and words can make us feel great.  Christ often said the thing that gave people strength to keep on going.  Be his disciple and encourage others, so others may say of you, “he/she just wanted to encourage all.”

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Monday, September 22, 2008

Building the Bridge

“Blessed are the peacemakers: for they shall be called children of God.” – Matthew 5:9 (KJV)

“You’re blessed when you can show others how to cooperate instead of compete or fight.  That’s when you discover who you really are, and your place in God’s family.” – Matthew 5:9 (The Message)

 

Are you a peacemaker?  How have you shown others to cooperate instead of fight?  Who has been a peacemaker in your life?  Why does being a peacemaker allow one to discover who he/she really is?  What does a peacemaker do?

 

Yet another story e-mailed to me.

Once upon a time two brothers who lived on adjoining farms fell into conflict. It was the first serious rift in 40 years of farming side by side, sharing machinery, and trading labor and goods as needed without a hitch.

Then the long collaboration fell apart. It began with a small misunderstanding and it grew into a major difference, and finally it exploded into an exchange of bitter words followed by weeks of silence.

One morning there was a knock on John's door. He opened it to find a man with a carpenter's toolbox. "I'm looking for a few days work," he said.

"Perhaps you would have a few small jobs here and there. Could I help you?"

"Yes," said the older brother. "I do have a job for you. Look across the creek at that farm. That's my neighbor, in fact, it's my younger brother. Last week there was a meadow between us and he took his bulldozer to the river levee and now there is a creek between us. Well, he may have done this to spite me, but I'll go him one better. See that pile of lumber curing by the barn? I want you to build me a fence - an 8-foot fence - so I won't need to see his place anymore. Cool him down, anyhow."

The carpenter said, "I think I understand the situation. Show me the nails and the post-hole digger and I'll be able to do a job that pleases you."

The older brother had to go to town for supplies, so he helped the carpenter get the materials ready and then he was off for the day.

The carpenter worked hard all that day measuring, sawing, nailing.

About sunset when the farmer returned, the carpenter had just finished his job. The farmer's eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped.

There was no fence there at all. It was a bridge... a bridge stretching from one side of the creek to the other! A fine piece of work handrails and all - and the neighbor, his younger brother, was coming across, his hand outstretched.

"You are quite a fellow to build this bridge after all I've said and done."

The two brothers stood at each end of the bridge, and then they met in the middle, taking each other's hand. They turned to see the carpenter hoist his toolbox on his shoulder. "No, wait! Stay a few days. I've a lot of other projects for you," said the older brother.

"I'd love to stay on," the carpenter said, "but, I have many more bridges to build."

 

We all have many more bridges to build!  Christ was the ultimate bridge builder and peacemaker, for he was the Son of God.  Let us all be called children of God as we sow peace in the midst of conflict.  Building bridges is the only way to become God’s hope and joy!  Start with the bridges you need built in your life, and then build them for others!

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Faith to Keep On Going

But they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint. – Isaiah 40:31 (KJV)

 

Do you have faith to persevere in the hard times, and wait upon God?  Have you met people whose faith in God renew their strength, and allow them to work when others give up?  Have you felt the rush of mounting up on wings as eagles, running and walking without tiring, fighting the good fight with joy, and being able to take on the world because you wait upon the LORD?

 

Another story sent to me through e-mail:

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.  Finally he decided since the animal was old, and the well needed to be covered up anyway, it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey. So, the farmer invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed shovels, and began to shovel dirt into the well.

All the other farm animals were very upset about this, because the donkey was their friend. But they discovered there was nothing they could do to help him. At first, when the donkey realized what was happening, he cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement, he quieted down. A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally looked down the well, and was astonished at what he saw.

With every shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing. He would shake it off, and take a step up on the dirt as it piled up. As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up. Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well, and trotted off!

MORAL: Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. But each trouble can be a stepping-stone. What happens to you isn't nearly as important as how you react to it. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not giving up!

Shake it off, and take a step up!

 

When we wait upon God we never will give up!  Life will never stop throwing dirt at us, and we will never stop shaking it off, because our strength comes from the Lord.  Do something amazing when the world seems to hold you down, show others the power that comes through faith and make it out of the deepest of pits!!  Then the world will know what you already know, “they that wait upon the LORD shall renew their strength!”

With hope and joy,

Garrett

Monday, September 8, 2008

Newspaper writes about First Pres

A wonderful FRONT PAGE article by Carlton Fletcher of the Albany Herald about what God is doing in our church!

ALBANY — For the die-hard members of Albany’s First Presbyterian Church, those who came faithfully to the historic old downtown structure as their weekly attendance gradually dwindled to a handful, there is solace to be had in the knowledge that they understand a little clearer now one of the most basic tenets of the Christian faith.

Resurrection.

First Presbyterian, whose membership once surpassed 400, was down to some “18-to-25 faithful” and in danger of having its doors shut before the church’s pastor nominating committee decided to take a chance on a fiery young believer who was preaching at an African-American church near Oakland, Calif.

Some eight months later, under the leadership of 28-year-old Garrett Andrew, First Presbyterian has increased its membership by 68 percent and those once sparse Sunday crowds have grown to around 100.

Not that the church’s members and their young pastor are ready to declare victory just yet. For the suddenly growing church, there’s still plenty of work to be done before the resurrection of First Presbyterian is complete.

“We’re riding the wave of the Holy Spirit here,” Andrew, born, raised and educated in California, said during a recent conversation. “This church is living proof that God is greater than any one church, any one person, any one planet or any one universe.

“First Presbyterian is a standing miracle. I think even the Presbytery had written this church off. But our members know more now about resurrection than any of them ever did before.”

Many of First Presbyterian’s members are quick to credit Andrew, who studied at the San Francisco Theological Seminary, for the church’s turnaround. But just as quickly the boyish pastor deflects such talk.

“People rightfully look to their pastor as a leader,” he said, “but a lot of people look for the pastor to do everything. That’s not what being a church family is about. A church body must recognize and use the gifts of all its members.”

Betts Smith has been a member of First Presbyterian longer than anyone else on the church rolls. She joined in December of 1949, when membership was above 400. She said that the departure of popular preacher Jack Hand in 1955 led to a rift in the church. About half of its membership left for the newly formed Covenant Presbyterian in Northwest Albany.

“We still had around 200 members, but a lot of the people who left were young people,” said Smith, a native of Wilmington, Del. “Gradually, we started losing members, and then about 10 to 15 years ago things really got bad.

“It got to the point where I just said ‘I’m going to stay here until the doors are closed for good.’ Thank goodness, that didn’t happen.”

But it almost did.

Monty Cox, the 27-year-old chair of the pastor nominating committee who had joined First Presbyterian when he was 9, said the church was on the verge of being unable to pay its utilities bills. He cringes at the thought of how close his church came to closure.

“The people who were still coming here — and some days there were only about 18 — were growing frustrated,” Cox said. “I think we on the nominating committee knew if we brought the wrong individual here, we were done. It was critical we get the right person.

“We had to get the person that God called.”

The long strange trip that brought Andrew to First Presbyterian certainly has the markings of divine intervention. After serving an internship at Sojourner Truth Presbyterian in Oakland and working for a year at nearby Elmhurst Presbyterian, Andrew said he “opened myself up to the entire country.”

His biography, a resume of sorts listed on the Presbyterian Church’s Pastor Information Forum, drew interest from a number of unusual places.

“I was contacted (for interviews) by a Chinese church, a Taiwanese church, a church all the way across the country in Mobile, Ala.,” Andrew said. “I said yes to everyone I heard from except for one church: First Presbyterian of Albany.”

Andrew and his wife, Melinda, did not really want to leave California, but they decided to travel to Mobile for an interview. And, since they were flying all the way across the country, they relented to visiting Albany.

“I sent out eight e-mails to people whose resumes I’d seen on the PIF after looking at 75 to 100,” Cox said. “Garrett was the only one who replied, even though his reply was that he wasn’t interested. Since he had responded, I looked closer at his resume and realized how impressive it was.

“I sent him another e-mail telling him how interested in him we were.”

When Garret and Melinda finished their tour of the newly built — and heavily attended — Presbyterian Church in Mobile, they figured they’d found a new home.

“It was perfect,” Andrew said of the thriving Alabama church. “The interview went great; Melinda and I loved it. I started a couple of times to call the people in Albany and tell them thanks but no thanks, but something made me go ahead with the trip.”

When the Andrews saw the mostly vacant downtown area and the condition of the stately old church at 220 N. Jackson St., they were even more convinced they were headed to Mobile.

“We went to a service, and there were about 18 people there, including us,” Garrett Andrew said. “The kids choir sang a song — there were three of them, and one of them was dressed in full fatigues with a John Deere hat. An older gentleman walked up to me before the night was over and said, ‘You look like a Yankee.’

“I knew this place was wrong. Everything about it said, ‘no’. I knew when we got to the airport, I would never see Albany, Georgia again. Just goes to show you that God has a sense of humor.”

Cox made one final push to convince the Andrews to stay in Albany while the pastor and his wife were waiting at the Southwest Georgia Regional Airport for a plane that would no doubt take the couple to Mobile. But a funny thing happened during that wait.

“Here’s what happened: God kicked me in the face,” Andrew said. “I thought back to a sermon my mentor had preached about the apostles’ lack of faith during a storm. Jesus went into the storms unafraid, and I knew it was my calling to go into this storm.”

And that he’s done, overcoming a somewhat awkward introduction period — “When some of the members heard I was coming from San Francisco, they wanted to make sure I was married,” Andrew laughs — during which he’s appealed to members and visitors both old and young, black and white, rich and poor. The response has been nothing short of miraculous.

“There are a lot of people who’ve been around for a while who don’t like changes,” B.F. McKinney, the church’s oldest member at 90, said. “But change is good when God’s in it. We’ve got a good minister now, a man who’s blending the old and the young and getting them to work together.

“This has been a great church to me; my three kids grew up in this church. This is my church home.”

Thirty-three-year-old Jason Hill, in the past an “off-and-on” attendee, says the new spirit at First Presbyterian is good for his young family.

“The church is alive now with growth and spirit,” he said during a recent Bible study session. “It’s like a renaissance here, alive and thriving.”

Andrew is given to writing down quotes he likes. A section of one wall in his office is covered with yellow Post-It notes that contain such words of wisdom as “No man can at one time call attention to himself and glorify God ...” and “A church filled with the Holy Spirit is God’s greatest tool ...” and “Work as though everything depends on you, but pray as though everything depends on God.”

On another section of the same wall is one little Post-It note, sitting by itself.

“I have these sayings that inspire me over here,” the pastor says, pointing to his collection of quotes, “but I also have these three devils here that I look at every day.”

On the tiny slip of paper are three words: “pride, money and sex.”

“Pride’s the worst of them; that’s why I thank God that He and my family bring me down to Earth every chance I get,” Andrew said. “Every time I preach a sermon and think ‘I’m so good,’ invariably the next one will suck.

“I’ve learned to put my trust in the Holy Spirit, and I believe that whatever we have or will accomplish at First Presbyterian Church will be the will of God.”

During a fellowship dinner at the church on a recent Wednesday night, Charlie Mullis came by to talk to a visitor. A member at First Baptist Church of Albany for 48 years, Mullis and his wife, Pat, are the newest members at First Presbyterian.

“I felt that First Baptist started losing its direction several years ago,” Charlie Mullis said. “I have no animosity toward First Baptist, any of their members or their pastor, but when they moved (to Lee County), I stayed put.

“Pat and I started going to different churches, and we had kind of settled on First Methodist and Porterfield as the churches we were supporting. But one day we parked in the parking lot across the street and I turned to Pat and said ‘You want to go in this one?’ We came in and felt right at home. And once we got caught up in the exciting things happening here, the passion and conviction led us to become members here.”

For any who doubt the impact Garrett Andrew has had on the members of First Presbyterian Church, Mullis’ next words offer ironclad proof. This 73-year-old man, who had the same church home for 48 years and now has been a member at his new church for only three weeks, looks a visitor in the eye and gives his account of resurrection.

“This is my church home now, ” he says. “I have some old Baptist minister friends that I’d probably want involved, but if I died tomorrow, Garrett would preach my funeral.”