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November 21, 2012

Thanksgiving

by pastortimfowler

thank you note for every language

Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I love this holiday. I have more than I can name to be thankful for, but I always like to mention a few.
I am thankful for my wife. She is the girl of my dreams and the love of my life. Everything I ever wanted in a woman is fulfilled in her, except the fact that she does not fish or like baseball. (I have to keep her humble) Other than that, she is everything I could dream of in a wife.
I am thankful for my kids and grandkids. They are far from perfect, but, I still like them. None of them have become filthy rich yet so I will probably have to work until I am really old. I am still thankful for them.
I am thankful for my church. It is full of really weird people who remind me that God made none of us perfect. Some of them look weird and most of them act weird. They will make it possible for me to continue working as a pastor until I am really old.
I am thankful for the friends that I have. Really.
I am thankful for my salvation through Jesus Christ. I do not deserve what He did for me.
I think that is all I want to mention right now. There has been plenty that I did not mention for someone to get their feelings hurt because I did not mention them or what they did.
I want to close out this blog by telling you who I am thanking. Way too many people say that they are thankful, but don’t really think about who they are thankful too. In my case it is God. Not a god, but the one true living God. The one who forgave me, started fixing me, and will always love me. The God that gave me everything I mentioned above and everything I failed to mention. He made the turkeys that we will eat and the families that we will be hanging out with. He gave His Son to die in my place and His Spirit to guide me through this life. Without Him I am nothing but a body waiting to expire. With Him I am anything He wants me to be and even though this life is temporary, He has assured me of a life that will never end. He is the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. That is who I am thanking. Not just during this great holiday, but everyday that He lets me live on this earth.
Thanks God! And Happy Thanksgiving to you all.

November 9, 2012

Veteran’s Day

by pastortimfowler

Veterans Day

This weekend our nation will celebrate Veteran’s Day. It is the best holiday that celebrates a human. As a veteran, I know the sacrifices that our military men and women make in order for us to be free. Not only do they sacrifice, but their families do too. Unless you have been there, you will never fully understand this.
I use to think of veterans as those old guys who use to drink at the VFW. That is not putting anyone down, it is just where I first understood and got to know people who served in the Armed Forces. The VFW is a great organization that does great work. But far too often we forget that veterans are also young men and women who have children and live right next door. Many who served their time and returned to the civilian world don’t talk about their years of service and sacrifice. They did not serve to be honored or recognized, they served because they believe in our country.
I would like to suggest that you do something to say thanks. If you know a veteran, buy him a meal. Take him or her out for a cup of coffee. Shake their hand and just say how much you appreciate their service. It really doesn’t take much to let them know that you appreciate them. They don’t expect it, but they most certainly deserve it. If you happen to see someone who is still serving, no matter what day it is, thank them. I try to buy their drink and lunch if I can. But more than anything, the kind words from a stranger means a lot.
So this Veteran’s Day, be patriotic and let our vets know that you care. Fly a flag in the yard if you have one. Go by the recruiting office and drop off a box of donuts. Stop in the local Guard or Reserve unit and shake some hands. Help a spouse whose alone due to deployment. Take a kid of one who is deployed to the movies. But what ever you do, pray for them and be grateful for their service.
Thank you to all the brave men and women who served and are serving in the US Armed Forces! You are heroes and patriots and I am grateful!

November 2, 2012

What’s Up?

by pastortimfowler

I am sure that many of you are wondering what’s up? I have posted very few blogs in the last 2 weeks. For those who don’t know, we had a fire at the church. Of course you should know this because I wrote about it. Things are hectic and on top of that, “normal” church business goes on and I have had a close friend in the hospital ICU this week. So, with no office to work out of and my house full of kids who would normally be in the nursery at church, it has been difficult to blog. And now for the pity part of it, I am sitting in the park in 40 degree temps, writing a blog. Okay, it is actually not that cold and I love this beautiful fall weather, but show the pity anyway.
We will have church Sunday. The clean up of our worship area will be complete today. The other side, where classrooms and offices are, will be at least another couple of weeks before they can be used.
I have also found out how important it is to leave things where you last put them. Many have been calling me asking where things are that have been moved by the guys who are cleaning. I have not been there to watch the whole thing, nor could I have been if I wanted too. When I ask he crew where things are they just point to another person who does the same. In their defense, there have been as many as twenty people working in the same area this week and many things were sent out for cleaning. My feeling is that most everything we will need or are looking for has been sent out. The good news is that for the next few weeks we can blame everything that goes wrong on Sunday on the fire.
I would normally be rather stressed about these things, but I have been given a great peace about it all. It is like God is saying, “Chill…I got this.” So who am I to argue with God? Of course Sunday morning when what I need comes up under the category of unfound and missing, then I will start stressing. But something just keeps telling me that it is going to be a great Sunday. On top of Sunday being expected to be awesome, I am excited about Monday. My brother from the Philippines is coming into town and we are going to send him off to his family with a night of worship.
I love it when Satan thinks he can knock you down only to knock you back into the arms of God. I love it when everything that goes wrong turns around to be alright and what many would see as a curse turns out to be a blessing. I love it when the fire of this world smokes up everything and you find out that at the same time the fire from God was purifying and strengthening His people. I love it when someone who has every right to complain and be bitter, gives you the biggest smile and hug and tells you how awesome God is. I love it when friends that you thought may have forgotten you, turn out to be the first to call and the most help to those in need.
Like I said before, the enemy can only stir the battle, but Jesus Christ has given the victory! The enemy can burn a building, but my God is a consuming fire! His fire consumes sin, cleanses His people, and destroys the enemy.
Thanks to all who have been praying. Thanks to all who have been understanding and patient. And to all who are looking for stuff, it will be found or replaced. But as far as this Sunday goes, don’t let anything bother you. God has some blessings waiting for you.

October 22, 2012

It Hurts

by pastortimfowler

You are Joy, Luisa!

It would be great to live in a world where there was no pain; physical, mental, or emotional. But if that were the case, would we learn anything about how precious life is? I write today from the point of view of a person who has lived with constant back pain for years. I have mentioned it from time to time before, mainly because I like the pity, but it has yet to yield someone to cut my grass for me. Life stinks, huh? And I am grateful to have a yard to cut.
To be honest, life does not stink and I think pain helps us to know this. I think if we will let our pain remind us of how precious it is not to have pain, we will be more grateful of those things that are void of pain. This past weekend I took my grandson camping and really enjoyed the time spent with him. But I found myself telling everyone how much pain I was in rather than how much fun I had. I should have been encouraging others to spend time with the ones they love instead of giving them excuses as to not do something that may cause pain. For that, I apologize.
Pain is a part of life. It is a teacher of what not to do. It is a motivator to push harder to accomplish a task. And it is a tool to remind us what is really important. You see this morning I was sitting at my house, in pain, and did not go into my office. There are other reasons that kept me home, but it started with pain. As I struggle to get my socks on, the pain reminded me of how grateful I was of slip on shoes. But as I sat there planning a pity party, I was reminded of a time when I could do about any physical activity and it did not hurt. As I reminisced about those days, I was nudged, I think by God, to think, “When was the last time you said thanks for all of those days of no pain?” As I thought about this, I realized that I had far more days in this life without pain than with it. I had been able to do more than many would ever hope to do. It wasn’t until recently that even the pain had put a limit on my activities. So I said thanks and took some Advil.
Here are some times in my life that pain made me remember the good and then I will sum thing up and quit bothering you today.
My mom died of cancer many years ago. It was a long battle and if you know anything about cancer, it is painful. But mom had a unique way of taking my mind off of her physical pain and mine emotional pain. She would break out old pictures of the kids growing up and we would laugh and remember the good times. I can’t remember ever sitting with my mom and hearing her complain about the pain. I could see it in her face and eyes and the way she moved, but never in her heart. She always saw the opportunity to remember the good stuff. So when she died, my last years with her were not filled with dread and sorrow, but of joyful memories and laughter. Her pain was beautifully used by God to show His grace in the toughest of times.
My dad died of heart failure. We did not have a good relationship and it was hard to get that phone call about his death when I had not talked to him in months. But, we did what all families do, we gathered to say good-bye and some began to argue over what stuff of dad’s they wanted. As this was happening, I looked on the wall over my dad’s chair and there was a picture of him and me. I had it bronzed and gave it too him when I was in the Navy. I was 4 years old and we were standing together with golf clubs in our hands and under it I had an inscription that said, “worlds greatest golfer and his dad.” It took me back to all the great things my dad was and I forgot all about the bad things that made me have so much emotional pain. In this moment of grief, God showed me that years ago He was preparing me to be the type of dad and granddad that I had become. He was giving me joy to over-ride the pain and memories that over-rode bitterness.
Recently, and I blogged about this, my dog died. It seems a bit unmanly to say that it really hurt and I cried when she died in my arms. But she was very special. I got her when I was going through a tough time in my life. I had never had a dog that I raised, it was always the family dog and I was never much of an animal lover. But she stole my heart and in the days after her death, I began to look for pictures of her. Every time I found one it was a moment of joy and happiness. I began to laugh and smile, even through the pain.
So this morning I was reminded to look for joy while the pain is there. Pain does not end joy nor does it take away good memories. Pain is not evil, it is a part of life. And life is a gift from God. This life has so many wonderful things to offer. Camping with my grandson is one of those and I was just looking at all the pictures I took this weekend to remind me. No, the pain in my back did not go away, but it was not bad enough to stop the smiles.
Jesus knows what pain is. He took a lot of pain to save humanity from our sins. His pain was physical, mental, and emotional. But through it all He never forgot the love that drove Him through the pain and to the cross. It was through that pain that we are forgiven if we believe. It is through that pain that we have hope of a life to come where pain is no longer a part of it all. But that hope and that future joy should only be a part of our focus because in this life, we have so much to bring us joy and share love with.

August 11, 2011

Makes You Go Hmmm

by pastortimfowler

As you read through the Old Testament you can run across some stuff that will make you scratch your head and wonder. Some things seem cruel, some things are just bizarre, and others like what I read today, just makes you go Hmmm. That would make a great song wouldn’t it, “things that make you go Hmmm”?
In 1 Chronicles, we are given a summation of King David’s life. Toward the end, David begins to prepare his son Solomon to take the kingdom and to build the temple. Part of doing this is designating the priests’ assigned duties. There were thousands of them who made sure that the temple was maintained and ready for worship. This is what I found that made me go Hmmm. David appointed almost 2000 priests with the sole purpose of giving thanks in the morning and in the evening. Hmmm. See? Did it again.
My first thought is that this would be a really easy job and where do I apply. Imagine this as your workday: Alarm goes off at 6:30am and you eat breakfast, shower and shave, although the priests did not shave, fix your lunch, and head down to the temple. Once there you clock in, walk into the office, say “Thanks”, tell the boss and your fellow priests, “see you later”, go prop your feet up on the desk and play Angry Birds until 4pm, walk in say “thanks” and clock out. Then go home and tell the wife to keep the kids quiet, you have had a rough day. Sounds pretty cushy, doesn’t it?
Here is the catch. These guys had to spend their days looking for and recording the things that they would offer thanks for. I wonder how hard that must have been some days. You know the days I am talking about. When you get up on the wrong side of the bed and so does every one else. The kids don’t want to eat their breakfast and they don’t want to wear the clothes you laid out for then and you don’t want to wear the clothes you just put on. The coffee maker broke, the toast burnt and that re-heated cup of coffee from yesterday just spilled down the front of your white shirt. You get to work and your boss lets you know that everyone that helps you has called in sick and everything that they did needed to be done by noon. You call to have lunch brought in and once they finally get there, your order is wrong and you left you wallet at home and the person who you usually can borrow a few bucks from is one that called in sick. On the way home you have a flat and its raining and the spare tire was never fixed from the last time you had one of these days, and your cell phone is dead from using it so much at work. Once you finally make it home, you don’t feel like cooking so you decide to go out but realize that there is no money in the bank because the mortgage is due and you received a note from the IRS today in the mail saying that they made a mistake and you owe them $1500 more.
With all of this you finally make it to bed and you realize that you have not stopped to pray or read your Bible all day. So quickly you grab your Bible open it and decide that you will read where ever you open it too and this is what you see: 1 Thessalonians 5:18 Whatever happens, give thanks, because it is God’s will in Christ Jesus that you do this. Isn’t that just like God to ruin an already sucky day by tell you to be thankful?
Don’t you know that those priests had days like that too? But that did not stop them from having to fulfill their duties and it was their duty to give thanks in the morning and the evening, daily.
What do you do on a day like that? Here are a few things that we can always give thanks for:
~ You were alive to have such a bad day.
~ You have a job
~ You have a home and a family
~ The perseverance that you show will encourage others
~ God loves you
~ You have a brain that works because of things that make you go Hmmm.