Friday, June 29, 2012

I Took a Walk...


I took a walk with Tiger Woods yesterday...well, actually, I followed Tiger Woods...from afar...along with hundreds of people I had never seen before. I spent part of the day at the AT&T National golf tournament at the Congressional Country Club in Maryland. It was obvious from the ropes barricading the fairways, the numerous PGA officials walking with him, and the armed security guards nervously surveying the crowd that my "walk with Tiger" would indeed be "from afar!" He was near, yet far...visible, yet inaccessible...recognizable, yet unknown by me.

I took a walk with the Lord this morning...well, actually a journey of prayer. There was no security to overcome, no entourage to break through, no ropes to hold me back. There were moments of praise as I acknowledged the wonder of the Creator God. There were moments of confession and repentance, concerns for myself and others, and the framing of hopes for the day. This walk was also characterized by silence as I listened and found comfort in the presence of the One who desired, not to be distant, but as close as a dear, dear friend.

I suppose these walks each had their place...one in the pursuit of entertainment and athletic admiration, the other in pursuit of growing relationship with the One whose Word is life. The walk with Tiger created memories that will fade...the walk with the Lord was another step along a pathway of eternal significance.
Perhaps the closing words of Geoffrey O'Hara's powerful text from "I Walked Today Where Jesus Walked," speak best of this journey..."I walked today where Jesus walked, and felt him close to me." That's a walk that I and you can take every day.

Jim Abernathy

Friday, June 15, 2012

The Blessing of Every Moment

I was just sitting on the deck, enjoying the gentle breezes of a June late-day, decompressing from another of those life-altering parental experiences...high school graduation.  Clayton was one of more than six-hundred graduates from Lake Braddock Secondary School who walked across the stage at the Patriot Center this morning.  Like other parents, Cindy and I felt great pride in our child and his accomplishments, and like other parents, we wondered where the time had gone.  Seems like just last week we brought him home from.  the hospital, nervously listening for every breath as he slept in his crib that first night.  The picture of him in his blue cap and gown at Mother's Day Out graduation still hangs in our bedroom, along with a variety of athletic pictures from soccer to baseball to basketball. There are reminders of his buddies, their parents, teachers, and coaches that have intersected our lives whose stories are woven into the fabric of a journey that seems to have begun only yesterday.

Many of you have already been down this path and are smiling in quiet recognition of one of the shared experiences of parenting...our children grow up too fast!!!  Then again, a recent birthday has reminded me that the experiences of life pass quickly for us in most arenas of life, and no matter how much we try to slow that pace down, time marches on.  So, unable to slow its movement, we are left with the challenge to make the most of every moment, appreciating the laughter and the tears, the victories and defeats, while cherishing every moment as another experience to be treasured.  Our lives are made up of these treasures, unpacked whenever we gather with family or friends during holidays and reunions where pictures tell stories and reminiscences make distant memories come to life.

The sun is setting and the day is near its end.  It has been a great day...indeed, it has been a blessed life.  By God's grace, there will be new chapters to share, new memories to make and cherish.  Time does indeed fly...thanks be to God for the blessing of every moment!



Jim Abernathy

Friday, June 8, 2012

All For Us

I have told stories over the years about our Miniature Schnauzer Max's interest in and severe reaction to chocolate. He has been to the veterinary emergency room several times, providing interesting sermon material for me, and perhaps a new wing on the home of the ER doctor who has attended him. Of late, Max's tastes seem to reflect a more mature outlook on life. I don't mean to imply that he wouldn't snarf down a chocolate cupcake or two...or six if they were placed before him, but lately he seems to be concerned about dental hygiene. Several times over the last few months, Max has nuzzled his way into Clayton's backpack and found the sugar-free gum. Perhaps it's the promise of "fresh breath" on the packaging that draws his attention. Of course, Max does nothing lightly, so if chewing one piece is good, chomping on the whole pack is even better! In his haste to achieve this better dental hygiene, Max considers the benefits of fiber as well for he eats not only the gum, but also the individual wrapper and the outside packaging. The only evidence left behind is the disheveled backpack (to be honest, it's kind of hard when looking at a teenager's backpack to judge whether anything has been moved or not), the occasional sliver of a gum wrapper scattered across the floor, and of course, Max's minty fresh breath (I can tell you that is a true benefit of the process).

His desire to achieve this hygienic improvement is not limited to Clayton's backpack. Last week, Cindy found her purse on the floor and her Dentyne mysteriously missing. The trail of course, led to Max, who offered that innocent "who, me?" look that he has mastered through the years. So, in the future, if you stop by and find Max chewing or perhaps blowing bubbles, don't be offended if he doesn't offer you any gum...he is convinced, as with everything else, that it is all for him.

Worship is something we often believe is all for us. We hope the music will be the kind or style we prefer, the sermon interesting, but not too long, the instruments played well, but not too loud. Like Max, we tend to think it is all about us. And yet, worship has little to do with us and everything to do with the Creator of the universe. The Psalmist writes, "Come, let us bow down in worship, let us kneel before the Lord, our Maker; for he is our God." Gathering as a body of believers to worship is a gift we offer not to each other, but to the living God. We share this gift as a community, a congregation whose purpose is to honor the One who has given all.

This Sunday, we will gather for worship, led by our youth. They will lead in all aspects of the service. We will also recognize our graduates and give thanks to God for this important achievement in their lives. This will be worship designed for a purpose...to honor God. I hope you will be present, yes to encourage our young people, but also, to worship alongside them so that together, we might all praise the Lord!

Meanwhile, I will try to replace Max's latest obsession with something a bit more healthy...perhaps I could place a toothbrush and toothpaste beside his food dish...of course that would most likely result in another trip to the ER...I can just imagine the x-ray as the doctor points to the shadowy image on the screen and asks, "How did he swallow a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste at the same time???" Maybe it would just be easier to give him a Hershey bar!

Jim Abernathy

Friday, June 1, 2012

Tyranny of Time


No, the wind and rain didn't carry me away.  No, I wasn't hiding in the basement waiting for the tornado to blow over.  No, I wasn't glued to the Doppler 9000 radar watching the green, yellow, red, and magenta colors cross the screen.  It's been a busy day and as a result, I am getting to my Friday Pastor's Notes much later than usual.  "Time is but the stream I go a-fishin' in," said Thoreau.  Like the rising currents in front of my driveway this afternoon that carried away our garbage can, I find time less the stream for fishin' and more the shifting, rushing tide that must be managed if I am going to get done what needs to be done.  That's my story anyway, but you're not impressed...you were fighting your own stormy seas today, just like everybody else.  In reality, few of us are impressed anymore with the busyness of the world around us...we're too caught up in it to realize our own harried contributions to the mania.

I suppose the worst thing that happened today was not the fact that this edition was late.  Some of you won't check your emails for another day or two anyway, so you won't have known you missed me.  Others accidentally, if not somehow consistently, hit the delete button when my emails arrive.  I understand...too much to read, too little time.  In the grand scheme of things, a tardy email most likely has caused little if any concern...just another casualty of a busy schedule.  I wonder, however, if we talked less about our busyness and invested more of our time with those who need or are blessed by our "presence"...family, friends, perhaps the Creator, if we wouldn't worry less about the tyranny of time...just a thought, perhaps a fleeting one.

Jim Abernathy