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Sunday, March 20, 2005

Palm Sunday. It is hard to preach as I look out at my son in a wheelchair. I shudder with thanksgiving as I think of what might have been (and as I continue to think of Bret and Jennifer Bourland); but it's still hard to see. Today as all the children bring their palm branches down to the front, I'll be reminded again that there is one who was and is the victorious King -- not a king like they or we might have thought. But a King, nevertheless. As out-of-control as life seems, it isn't. Not completely. There is One who is moving everything inexorably to a grand conclusion.

5 Comments:

  • Mike, Not only did God lavishly answer your prayer today that the gift of preaching flow through you, He also poured through you the gift of pastor.

    Thanks to those two gifts,today was the first time some of us had been able to the outwardly express our grief.

    Thank you for bringing the power of God's word to us in such a poignant, comforting manner. Thanks to those two gifts, the Highland worship center gave us a sense of protectiion, safety and family as though we were in our own living room.

    Thank you for reminding us that each of us needs to take all the time necessary to work through our grief and mourning.

    Bless you Mike, for being sensitive to God's guidance - to the leading of the Holy Spirit as you pastor not only a grieving congregation, but one that also can be joyful welcoming new babies and at the signs of healing in those that have been struggling with health issues.

    Thank you for being our pastor this morning, as well as a preacher of God's word!!

    By Blogger Kathy, at 3/20/2005 12:54:00 PM  

  • Mike, Kathy is so right. Your words were Spirit-filled and so right on target to anyone listening....whatever time we are in. You know me and how easily tears come but for once during a service I was holding together pretty well and then you asked...What time is it for you? Usually that would seem to be an easy question but right now in my life I am not sure what time it is. I have been trying to figure that out since we came here. Thank you for allowing us to emote at the appropriate moments...sometimes we need permission because our church culture tells us it looks better to look like we have moved on.
    grace, Julie

    By Blogger julie, at 3/20/2005 01:29:00 PM  

  • Mike,

    That post is a poem! I'm serious. I read it once and then I read it like this:

    It is hard to preach
    I look out
    at my son
    in a wheelchair.

    I shudder with thanksgiving
    I think of what have been
    I continue to think of Bret and Jenifer Bourland
    It's still hard to see.

    Today
    All the children
    bring their palm branches
    down to the front
    I'll be reminded again
    there is one
    who was and is
    the victorious King
    Not like a king
    they or we
    might have thought
    But a King, nevertheless.

    As out-of-control
    as life seems,
    it isn't.
    Not completely.
    There is One
    who is moving everything
    inexorably
    to a grand conclusion.


    Mike, thanks for those words.

    By Blogger Joel Quile, at 3/20/2005 08:45:00 PM  

  • It's hard for me to see your son in a wheelchair, too. I'll still always picture him as that sweet 5-year-old little boy begging me to pitch him baseballs in your front yard or play one more game of Uno. I'm thankful that God has given you the grace and the strength to continue to minister to our congregation through every season of our lives. I love you!

    By Blogger Heather A, at 3/20/2005 08:55:00 PM  

  • your series on ecclesiastes has been very encouraging. thanks.

    By Blogger ed, at 3/20/2005 09:42:00 PM  

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