My Heart Breaks and It Doesn't Really Matter

As I sit here today, I have had so many thoughts running through my mind. Grief over the loss of human life. The loss of human dignity and respect. 

We continue to lose more of our souls every single day. 

Why do so many hunger to have someone to hate? There is a hunger to have someone to blame for the world's problems. And a shot rings out.

They hear someone say something different than what they believe and wish them dead. Just as convicted, we know they are wrong! And the violence continues.

On our local news, we learn of yet another shooting or stabbing every day. It gets overlooked and set aside. Life doesn't matter. Shootings at schools, shootings in public and private places are just another fact of life. 

Stabbings on a train. We say, "more should be done!" What about the one that happened the day before?

What about the guy who drove a rented truck through the streets of New Orleans to see how many he could hit and kill?

We fuel anger and hate and blame someone else for starting it.

Rather than working for answers, we hold press conferences and protests and scream and yell.

The chasm is getting wider. The world is getting darker. We move on. 

9/12/2001 was one of the greatest days of unity and compassion. And it slowly faded away. We go on. 

We say we want peace, yet we lust for violence. Another news reel, another "Breaking News," and we are transfixed by all we can soak in. 

We mock people of faith. We judge people who have been harmed. And the chasm grows. And we continue on. 

Are we searching for answers? Really?

Or do we like the turmoil in which we live?

We need someone to argue with? We need someone we can debate. We need someone for all of our hate.

We go on and on and on.

I guess if Jesus says love your enemies, we have to choose someone to fill the role.

Hate seems so much easier than love.

My heart breaks. 

I have no words. 

Jesus weeps. 

We are the reason why.

We still don't get it. And more will die. 

We look in the mirror and say, "It isn't I!"

My friends, let's take the plank out of our eye.

Every life matters. Every person is sacred. All are created in God's image. 

Let's start there. See the beauty of the diversity of God's creation.

Can we be the light?

The Greatest Commandment

10 Commandments

My God, My God, Why Have You Forsaken Me?

 My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? 

These are the words of scripture from Psalm 22 Jesus cries out, shouts out from the cross as he breaths his last breath. It is a lament from scripture of human nature prone to violence and destruction. 

God sent Jesus to offer hope, grace, and new life. He was met with violence and death. The horror of the cross is repeated every day as we turn on and watch the news of hate and violence that gets sensationalized by every news media outlet.

Will we ever learn? I know Jesus cries out daily watching the horrors of our world.

The issue isn't one that can be won, only lost.

We politicize everything. We place blame on the other. We find ways to divide in the midst of tragedy rather than unite. We take horror and turn it into a battle, rather than a mission to conquer.

What if our outrage and disgust brought us together for a greater good. What if our rage was used to find ways to overcome division and offer hope and peace.

Instead of words of division and diatribe of hate for inaction. Instead of saying thoughts and prayers aren't enough, let's come together. Have the difficult conversations. Know how much pain we are all in. Know that we weep, mourn, and wail together.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken us?

One side says we need to focus on gun control. The other says we need to focus on mental health. I say why can't we do both. We need to do both! Why can't we be so shocked and disgusted that we cry out to God? Cry out like the psalmist, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

Psalm 22 is a psalm of lament. A psalm full of anger, anxiety, pain, struggle, but eventually assurance, promise and hope in the Lord.

Why can't we come together in righteous anger and start looking for ways to keep guns out of the hands of people who are unstable. Why don't we start using our pain to look at the mental health crisis, why don't we use the events in Buffalo, NY a few days ago, Uvalde, TX yesterday, and all the other horrors that have happened to decide enough is enough. Let us come together in the love of God and neighbor.

Get on our knees together to pray. Let's wrap our arms around each other in grief and dismay. Let's bury our babies, our wives and husbands, our daughters and sons, our parents and grandparents.  Then let us move. Let us move to scripture to know the promises of God.

Let us move to the message of unity in Christ. Let us as prayer partners and sisters and brothers in Christ walk to every city council meeting, every statehouse, and to Washington DC and demand those with the ability to do so, stop placing blame and start doing the work that is required.

The other part, when Christians and people of faith, of all faith backgrounds, come together to show the grace of God, maybe broken families can be healed. Maybe those with tormented souls may find some hope. 

This 18-year child living estranged from his mother shot the grandmother who cared for him. We don't know and probably never will know the pain and anguish of his soul that would lead to such horror.

Instead of us saying someone else has to do something, we stop being people of indifference and instead be the vessels of hope and love that we have been created to be.

It starts in every home. It starts with each of us.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Acknowledging lament leads to action, change, and assurance of a future hope.

Join me, in lament and the strength of God who will lead the change. Love God and love your neighbor. Jesus "go and do likewise." Find your go! Move! 

In Jesus’ name!

Pastor Mike 

it's what I am giving up for lent...

I have to say, I never thought I would be in a place to give someone a kidney. It's just not the kind of thing you plan. I never have thought too much about it either, even now.

I have done my homework. I have read articles about kidneys, the need for donors, and what to expect as a donor. I have a good idea of what the risks are, how my life will change, and how much it will be the same.

I know there are risks with everything. But I also know the God that created me, gave me 2 kidneys. I know that same God has allowed so many people to live long and healthy lives with just one good kidney. If you have 2, why not share?

There are so many scriptures that have been placed on my heart. Philippians 2 comes to mind. 

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. - Philippians 2:3-4 

I am not any better or different  than anyone else. We are all created the same in God's image. We are all blessed and gifted in different ways. I am just grateful that God has given me a peace about sharing a body part with a new friend.

It's crazy, but I am giving up my left kidney for lent! It is the best one for Ryan. I am grateful he can use it. 

I posted a picture the other day of breakfast for supper. I love breakfast. Ryan commented that he looks forward to being able to eat biscuits again. Wow, the things we take for granted. 

My sacrifice is nothing compared to what he has gone through. I am grateful that God has given us the gift of modern medicine to bring healing to the sick. Miracles happen everyday. March 4th, Ryan and I get to be a part of a miracle. Thank you Jesus!

Please be in prayer for the 100,000 plus or minus that are waiting for a kidney. Pray for those who will die and never receive one. Pray for those who feel compelled to see if they can donate one. If you are considering it, I would be glad to share my journey and the little bit that I have learned. Only about 6000 recieve a kidney each year. 94,000 keep waiting for one or come off the list for many reasons without ever getting one.

Giving away body parts! You have 2! Sharing is caring! It's what I am giving up for lent.

God bless each of you!

Sure, I Can Do That!

When Carroll asked me if I would consider being tested with her to see if either of us could donate a kidney to her friend Ryan, the answer was, "Sure, I can do that!" Never did I think I would actually be compatible. Never did we think we were both compatible  This is the beginning of our story.

I learned of Carroll's friend, Ryan, when he was posting pictures from Paris. He was with his new wife and was having health issues in a foreign land. Carroll knew he needed a  kidney  she always told me Ryan is the nicest guy you will ever meet. He is a kind and loving soul  I have learned this as well. What an amazing man!

So it was March of 2019 when she asked about donating a kidney. She kept seeing more and more about his declining health. A couple of weeks later she reached out to Ryan to ask how we could be tested. He responded quickly and with enthusiasm. A couple weeks later Carroll called Tulane. A few weeks later the first test kits came in the mail. The journey began.

We drove to our nearest approved lab to give viles of blood and urine. A couple of weeks went by. We both got calls saying we both were compatible. What? What does this mean? Well, we were going to get a second test kit in the mail.

This new kit we had to coordinate with Ryan. They were doing more tests and mixing our blood with his to make sure it wouldn't be rejected. Guess what? It wasn't rejected and we were both still a match! 

Now the thoughts were, "This is real!" We had to seriously pray. It's easy to say we will get tested. It's another thing to find out, we really can donate a kidney. What will it be like to give a kidney? Will it hurt? Of course it will, its surgery. Will we be sick or die if we have only one? Studies show most people live just as long and just as healthy as people with both kidneys. All signs point to the fact that the body is resilient and adjust to only having one.

We have 2, why not share?!

The transplant team had to meet to discuss the results. Carroll was who they picked. Her kidney was slightly better than mine. 

A few weeks went by and we had a trip to New Orleans for testing at Tulane. Carroll went through all sorts of scans, meetings, tests etc. It wasnt hard or painful. Just a long day at the hospital.

A couple weeks later she gets a call. Now it has been months since we started this process. Carroll has it set in her mind, she is doing this. Carroll is donating a kidney. Well it was the doctor on the phone. We were told the nurse would call. 

It turns out her kidney is too good. She has 3 arteries instead of one going to the kidney. This complicates surgery and lessens the longevity of the kidney after transplant.  So they wanted to look at other options.

I have to say I was worried about her giving away her kidney. I really didnt want anything to happen or harm come to her. I love her so much! But she was determined to do this for Ryan. Now, she is crushed. She had her mind set. She doesnt like needles or pain, yet she knew she was going to give away a body part for a good friend. 

So here we are. Doctor Paramesh said they were looking at other options. I am the other option. So a month after carroll got tested, we are back at Tulane and I am now doing all that Carroll did.

The roles are reversed. She is worried about me, but by my side all the way.

Even though we both have gone through so many emotions, I have felt a peace all along. I know God has this. God has been with us each step of the way. 

I have a peace that only comes from our creator. I know I am carrying this kidney and going on this journey to not only help Ryan, but to help others.

I hope to bring an awareness to the need for living donors. Sharing my storyand my kidney, I hope to inspire and move others to sharing life with people they know or even strangers. There are over 100,000 people in need of a kidney in America. There are only about 6000 transplants a year. There are 350,000,000 Americans. Surely, we can increase the number of people offering and giving life to others in need!

My story is ongoing. The surgery is scheduled in March. Carroll and I, along with Ryan and Patience, covet your prayers. We appreciate your love and support on this journey.

We encourage you to prayerfully consider how you might bless others and change the world by supporting and being a part of the miracle of sharing life through organ donation.

You have 2, why not share? 

Give away body parts!

Healing the broken hearts...

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Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. (John 27:14 NIV)

No words or thoughts can heal the broken hearts.

Everyday we are reminded of the evil that exists in our world.
We see it in our own community, in our town, our state, our
nation, and in the world in which we live. We turn on the
television, read our social media feeds, maybe even read the
newspaper (they still print newspapers) and see the hatred
and violence of hurting people. Our feeds and media reports
many time pour fuel on the fires of anger.

In the name of opposing opinions we spew hatred at others
whose hearts we may not know and understand. Well
intentioned people who abhor the violence and the aftermath
throw daggers at others who also abhor the violence and
aftermath all with the intention of stopping pain, suffering,
and senseless actions of inhumanity. The sick individuals who
carry out these inhumane and evil acts get the attention and
results they desire, more hatred and more violence.

Conversations need to be had, civilly. Dialogue needs to
continue. Action needs to be taken.

I have friends and people I care about deeply who find
themselves on both sides of the political and social arguments
of our society. The answers are always found in the middle with
those who are willing to work together for the greater good.

Those who have a faith in a God who created humanity and
said it was “very good” must come together to be the peace-
makers and voices of reason. Our churches must not continue
to alienate the “other” but embrace and love them. When we see
people hurting, we must go beyond praying to offer assistance.
If we don’t have the resources or abilities we know someone who
does.

Through the tears in our eyes and struggles of our hearts, let us
show the love of God to at least one person today. You know
someone who needs to know the love of God this day. By the
power and presence of the Holy Spirit, be the hands and feet and
heart of Jesus.

In Christ,

Pastor Mike

“Blessed are the poor in spirit,

   for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are those who mourn,

   for they will be comforted.

Blessed are the meek,

   for they will inherit the earth.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness,

   for they will be filled.

Blessed are the merciful,

   for they will be shown mercy.

Blessed are the pure in heart,

   for they will see God.

Blessed are the peacemakers,

   for they will be called children of God.

Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness,

   for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.”

(Matthew 5:3-10 NIV)

The "Gift"?

I consider myself to be a fun loving guy. I like to joke and play. I love playing with my kids and watching them goof off and have fun. Yet so often I find myself thinking like a grown up and not seeing the beauty in who they are and what they do.

My youngest absolutely loves Christmas time. He is such a neat, loving, and giving kid. This guy is always giving a large portion of his allowance, birthday, and Christmas money to the church. (He really does not get very much…) It amazes me how often I see his name on the list of givers for a Sunday.

So this Christmas he was in my room wrapping “gifts”. I have to say I kind of looked at him and asked what he was doing. “I am wrapping these for my teacher.”

“Oh, Why?”

“For my teacher for Christmas.”

I kind of rolled my eyes and said o.k. and walked away. He was wrapping used packing tape rolls and toilet paper rolls. My beautiful wife asked him if he was sure that his teacher would like the gift.

“She will LOVE it!” he assured her.

So he wrapped toilet paper rolls and used packing tape rolls to his heart’s content. I didn't say anything further his smile said it all.

This is one of those times that I didn't think much of it then, but looking back realized that I let my clouded, jaded, overly full adult mind lose sight of the joy and innocence of childhood. This kid was giving what he had. He was making gifts that meant something to him.

So, it is February now, Mike, why are you talking about Christmas? We had a meeting with his teacher yesterday. During the meeting she looked at us and said, “This is off topic, but did you know what your son did for me for Christmas.”

Not sure what she was talking about, we braced ourselves and said, “No?”

She proceeded to tell us about the gift she got. She talked about how excited this great guy was and how much he wanted her to open the gift he gave her. He continually asked her until she finally opened it during a break. To hear her enthusiasm for my child was awesome to me.

When she saw him next and he asked about the gift, she told him how excited she was. He told her that he knew she liked to be creative and could make something great. The excitement they shared was genuine, kind, loving, and amazing to me. This is why some people are 4^th grade teachers and others that are stuck in the mud with no imagination, like me, are not 4^th grade teachers.

 She went home and told her husband that she had to go to the craft store. She had to think of a way to make something great out of what my sweet kid gave her. She was excited to show us. She recognized that if an 8^th grader gave the gift, it would be odd. Even if certain other kids gave the gift, it would be odd. But my son gave the gift and his mind is creative, resourceful, super quick and often thinking of others.

When she walked in with her blinged out packing tape roll bangle bracelet, it put a smile on my face, joy in my heart, and a reminder in my life that the Gift is in the relationship not in the item or the expense.

 I love that my 9 year old can teach me so much!! I hope I can learn to love and show it as easily and effectively as he does! 

Helping Hands...

The more that I read about Jesus, the more that I study the Christian Faith, the more that I pursue a connection with the One that created all things, the more I pray, "let me be your hands, your feet, and your heart!"

At A Church Under Construction, now officially The Vine United Methodist Church, we have wanted to be more outwardly focused.  My goal has been to have everyone share my excitement, passion, and energy for serving others.  We have had great participation the last 2 Sundays and many more people who think it is really cool that we are doing it.

I understand faith, not as a faith of complacency, but of action.  No, I am not trying to earn a place in heaven, Jesus already offered that to me for free.  That's what we call GRACE.  But when I realized what grace is and realized how easy it is to follow Jesus (at least it is easy to understand free) I couldn't contain the energy boiling inside me to share that freedom with others.

My goal is not to reach all people, I know that is what God does through us.  My goal is to reach and connect with the people God puts in front of me.  Last week the group I was with handed out 70+ lunches to complete strangers.  they were all different ages, races, and nationalities.  I know we ran into language barriers a couple of times.  But God showed up anyway!  We had fun seeing the faces and meeting the people and being in their community.  Even though we were strangers we were welcomed in.

From here we invest our time, we return with more food, with other ways to break down language barriers.  We spend time with them where they are.  We don't ask them for anything. We don't even invite them to church.  We just let them know that they are loved.

Jesus did a lot of loving on people, healing people, and offering hope to them.  Through my "Helping Hands" and your helping hands we can do amazing things.  I haven't found a place in scripture where Jesus asked people to pray the prayer of salvation.  I do remember Jesus saying, "Go, your faith has made you well."  or "Go and sin no more."

It is through the conversation and the interactions and the stepping away from the expectations and into freedom and grace that people were and are healed.  We allow ourselves to find opportunities to be in relationship, God does the hard work of opening hearts and convicting people of the Joy that was sent in the form of a baby.

I invite you to step outside of the expectations that humans have put on you and me.  Step outside of what we have turned into an institution that perpetuates rules and guidelines.  Instead, just live in the community you are in. Live with people who are messy and broken.  (yes, live with yourself sometimes.)  Admit that we all have issues.  Admit that we wish we could do better, live better, treat others better, understand different people more, and try harder to forgive others and not point out their blemishes and faults.  Then realize, you are loved and forgiven anyway!

Jesus really did come, live, minister, die, and rise for you and me and everyone else in between.  Then share that great joy with everyone you can.  You will find that it is FUN to make others smile.  It is fun to use your hands, your feet, your time and your money to help others.  You will find your own faith grow and see others ask a lot of great questions.  Their smiles can move mountains of stress and worry.  The greatest thing is that God is planting roots and the vine of Christ continues to grow!