I had a delightful conversation with Ed and Carol Gaunt a week ago as they shared Ed’s journey in working with wood. Both of Ed’s grandfathers worked with wood, and Ed, as a youngster followed them around and watched them at work. Consequently, Ed loves wood; he loves the history of pieces of wood and often shares a finished work back into the person involved with that history.
What a beautiful and meaningful series of services we experienced over the past week as we pondered and celebrated Christ’s wondrous gift of redeemed life for us.
We must continue to come to Him and not resort to our own thoughts, solutions, imaginings, to navigate this difficult world. Still, we are, as Adam before the fall, to cultivate and tend to our part of the world under the watchful, loving direction of our God, Who is the creator of us and our world. And so we live, and we wait.
Our life group has just completed the study of a book by James Paul, physician and currently director of English L’Abri. The book opens with this quote: “I was a Christian. I was going to heaven. The only problem was I didn’t want to go there…”
We know that things did not go so well for Israel throughout the Old Testament. They did not bear the fruit that God had desired because they were hardly obedient to Him in many ways. They tried to fulfill the law and stumbled over the Cornerstone.
I was in a dealership waiting area while my car was getting an oil change when I heard the word “Latinx” in a COVID-19 press conference. It is not the first time I’ve heard the term, but this time it struck me. LATINX!
This current moment, perhaps, offers some parallels to the book of Exodus for us to consider. We are regularly faced with the injustices of racism and violence towards African Americans in this country, rolling into mainstream media like the plagues that hit Egypt, one after the other.
Friends, as the Community Pastor, I feel compelled to write in response to the murder of Ahmaud Arbery. This is a post of lament first, reflection second. This is not intended to be a critique of White people or the White Church, although because I am white my experience will inevitably feel this way. My intention is only to represent my own thoughts and feelings.
Thanks to all who donated and participated in praying, packing and sharing the gospel through 184 shoebox gifts.
Thanks be to God for his inexpressible gift! If you were not able to participate in the OCC packing day, please consider packing your box at home in preparation for our drop-off site Nov 15-22.
I recently was privileged to take a 9-day trip to Israel with several other young adults from the broader Christian community at UNC. While learning about Israel’s history and current political divides, my friends and I had the opportunity of a lifetime to visit ancient Biblical sites that are significant to Jesus, Jewish people before the incarnation, as well as the early church after His resurrection.
For the past two weeks, I have been edified by teachings on Luke 4:14-30. In both the youth ministry two Sundays ago, and in the main service only a few days ago, I have heard God’s children speak boldly of Jesus’ ministry. I endeavor now to share how this scripture relates to a realization I have had about the way in which we are (and can be) like children with regards to the Lord.
I wrote this originally as a letter to our CHBC staff, but then realized this letter also could provide the general CHBC family some context to Brent Clark and his influence on our church for almost a decade between 2001-2010 when he served first as our Church Administrator and later as our Pastor for Administration.
This weekend we were blessed to serve meals to our community in a collaboration with CHBC and CHBC en Español. Dozens of you (both from CHBC and “en espanol”) volunteered to make this happen by making, delivering, packaging, and distributing a LOT of home-cooked food for those that needed it this season. In the end, we served approximately 150 people via drive-thru at the church this Sunday afternoon.