I have two brothers called "Bill McConnell".... Both pastor Christian (Disciples of Christ) churches (of about 400 Sunday attendees)...You know my youngest brother Bill as "Willie" on my blog (Bob's Blog).....The older Bill is 18 months younger than I am and we have always been very close.... He writes a blog for his church (Legacy Christian) that is also posted on Twitter (and sometimes Facebook)... The following is one of his blogs, "Pretty Good", which includes a description of himself.... Bill may be the most unique pastor you have ever met.... I trust you find his humor entertaining, as I do.
Warning....He is blunt and a little crude
Pretty Good
A couple of months ago I attended a meeting where the leader wanted to play one of those "let's get to know each other" games. These games are often played in meetings I attend because I am a minister and thus attend meetings with other minister types. And, generally speaking, either by natural inclination or through training, minister types tend to be touchy/feely people. I just hate those games.
Before you insist I enter therapy to gain insight into my problem, I am pretty sure I know why I hate that crap. First of all, I am not a touchy/feely kind of guy so the get to know you better/share your inner being with me goofiness just drives me up the wall. My lack of desire to "share" with you is probably because I really have no interest in getting to know the other people in the group and because I am not particularly interested in them getting to know me. Here is what I am thinking: "I came for the meeting. The meeting has a purpose or I would not have come to the meeting. So let's get on with the meeting because the sooner we get on with the meeting the sooner we can finish the meeting and I can leave the meeting." The nice way to look at this attitude is that I am mission oriented. Another take could be that I don't particularly enjoy being around people. I say let's go with the mission oriented idea.
The variations on the get to know you games are limited so they are pretty predictable. Sooner or later we almost always end up with one of those "Who are you questions?" Answering that question invariably takes us through a cycle of answers as the group leader attempts to "empower" us to share who we really are. The first round of the cycle is where we tell each other what we do for a living. Since our deeply sensitive group leader can't leave well enough alone, he or she knowingly smiles and tells us that our jobs don't define who were are. The leader is wrong but at this point I choose to not correct the leader.
So we go around again and try to sound a little more profound on our second try. We say things like "I am a husband… a father… a Christian." There are smiles all around and it is obvious that our more insightful, more touchy/feely answers, are better and more correct answers. Since this isn't my first rodeo, occasionally I jump ahead and give the "correct" answer the first time around. I do this for several reasons. Because it throws the leader and his or her plan off course and that is fun to watch. Or because it speeds up the process and we can get on with the meeting. Or because it weird's out the people in the meeting who already know me.
At this particular meeting I jumped right in and answered the "Who are you?" question honestly. It was not my intention but my answer kind of kinked things up when I told the group, "I am a failure." It took a couple of seconds for my answer to sink in and the shock waves to settle. And then they all piled in with their heartfelt reassurances that of course I wasn't a failure, I was wonderful, blah, blah, blah. I smiled because their words were less for me and more for them. They needed to make me take that back. They thought they were trying to make me feel better, but they were just trying to make themselves feel better because we humans can deal with just about anything but the truth. I find it fascinating, but it seems that most often speaking the truth is perceived as being rude or mean.
If you ask me who I am (And I realize you haven't, I can answer that question. I am a son, a brother (five times), a husband (twice), a father (several times), a grandfather (several more times), a minister (more places than I really want to recount), a writer, a firefighter and EMT, a teacher, a police and prison chaplain, and a Christian. And pretty much a failure at all of these.
When I say that I am a failure I do not mean that I am a dismal, pathetic failure. Mine is not a life that is in the crapper. It isn't a "Nobody likes me, everybody hates me I going out in the yard and eat worms," "Buddy could you spare me a dollar," failure of a life. Let me put it like this - You wouldn't want to be married to me. I expect any day to be arrested for impersonating a minister. If nice is the definition of a good Christian, I am never going to make the grade.
I have done many things but none of them really well. Sure, I have, as a Christian and as a minister, led a bunch of people to meet God. And, as an EMT, I have delayed that God meeting for a few people. My kids don't hate me and my church thinks they have probably had worse ministers. I can't preach my way out of a paper bag but I can put a few holes in the bag.
It's not so much that I am a failure, it is just I haven't done anything all that well. I am a jack of all trades and a master of none. I haven't excelled at much of anything and some of the things I have tried to do have ended with me face down in the turf. Pretty good would describe me. I played sports in high school and I was pretty good but not college scholarship material. I have graduated from high school, college and a couple of graduate schools and I was a pretty good student. I have written several books and one of them was pretty good.
Perhaps I have a problem with expectations. Over the years I have managed to get to the point that I have almost no expectations of others but my expectations for me remain high. I would, sometime in my life, love to pass up pretty good and do at least one excellent. That wouldn't be as much of a problem as it is but I am running out of time. I am feeling a time constraint. To steal a line from 30 something childless women, my biological clock is ticking. I am no longer young. Heck, I am no longer middle aged, unless I am going to live well past 100. Not much chance of that since I get a sense from my doctor that he will be pleased if he manages to drag my pathetic body past 65 and into retirement.
You didn't ask, but that is who I am. A guy who is neither pretty nor good who has done most things in life pretty good but is still hoping for better.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Friday, March 4, 2011
My First Major Illness
In 1962, when I was a Junior in High School, I had symptoms of my first major illness. Sometime in the school year I started passing a lot of blood in my urine. We were living in Ten Broeck at the time and I was going to Eastern High School (which is in Jefferson County and a far eastern suburb of Louisville, KY)
I remember that my Dad and Mom (Pa and Lady) would take me to downtown Louisville after school one day each week to visit a kidney doctor, and I'd take blood and urine tests. Initially he told my parents that it was possible that I had kidney cancer. As I look back, I can imagine how hard that must have been on Pa and Lady. I was Pa's favorite son and Lady's joy (she always told us that the happiest day of her life was when she gave birth to me). Now, they had to face the fact that I may have cancer (and soon die). Of course I knew nothing of this. I just had to rest after school each day and take these tests once a week (I felt fine).
Eventually the doctor said it was nephritis (kidney infection) and all I could do was continue to rest after school. I didn't change my diet, just exercised less. After a while (I think one or two months), I returned to “normal”, and played baseball that Spring and Summer.
So, to me, this illness was no big deal (just a minor slowdown). But looking back on that with the eyes of a parent, it is much different. I now see the stress I put Pa and Lady through because of all the illnesses and other problems in my life (while being their “special son”).
Pa became a Christian in 1965 (and Lady started walking close to the Lord then). However, the bulk of my health and other problems lay ahead. For me, my illnesses have been learning experiences to help me grow closer to Christ. But what agony my parents must have suffered to see their special son go through illness.(and not have any control over the situation)! However, I can testify that my problems made them stronger as individuals (and as a couple). I now see that God planned this for our good (Romans 8:28). However, I now see that the dark valleys that I went through were much harder for Pa and Lady than me.
None of my four living children have had any major health problems that I can remember. So, I haven't had to wait as one them suffered through a major health problem. Even the death of my oldest son, Bo, happened so quickly (in a car wreck) that I just reacted to it.
I know that the same Holy Spirit that walked with me through each of my traumatic experiences was with Pa and Lady, His fruit includes love, joy, peace, patience, faithfulness and self-control (Galatians 5:22-23). I guess what they did was turn me over to the Lord and stand on the truth of His Word. The hard times that all three of us went through has been a tool that burned the truth of God's Word into our lives.
I remember that my Dad and Mom (Pa and Lady) would take me to downtown Louisville after school one day each week to visit a kidney doctor, and I'd take blood and urine tests. Initially he told my parents that it was possible that I had kidney cancer. As I look back, I can imagine how hard that must have been on Pa and Lady. I was Pa's favorite son and Lady's joy (she always told us that the happiest day of her life was when she gave birth to me). Now, they had to face the fact that I may have cancer (and soon die). Of course I knew nothing of this. I just had to rest after school each day and take these tests once a week (I felt fine).
Eventually the doctor said it was nephritis (kidney infection) and all I could do was continue to rest after school. I didn't change my diet, just exercised less. After a while (I think one or two months), I returned to “normal”, and played baseball that Spring and Summer.
So, to me, this illness was no big deal (just a minor slowdown). But looking back on that with the eyes of a parent, it is much different. I now see the stress I put Pa and Lady through because of all the illnesses and other problems in my life (while being their “special son”).
Pa became a Christian in 1965 (and Lady started walking close to the Lord then). However, the bulk of my health and other problems lay ahead. For me, my illnesses have been learning experiences to help me grow closer to Christ. But what agony my parents must have suffered to see their special son go through illness.(and not have any control over the situation)! However, I can testify that my problems made them stronger as individuals (and as a couple). I now see that God planned this for our good (Romans 8:28). However, I now see that the dark valleys that I went through were much harder for Pa and Lady than me.
None of my four living children have had any major health problems that I can remember. So, I haven't had to wait as one them suffered through a major health problem. Even the death of my oldest son, Bo, happened so quickly (in a car wreck) that I just reacted to it.
I know that the same Holy Spirit that walked with me through each of my traumatic experiences was with Pa and Lady, His fruit includes love, joy, peace, patience, faithfulness and self-control (Galatians 5:22-23). I guess what they did was turn me over to the Lord and stand on the truth of His Word. The hard times that all three of us went through has been a tool that burned the truth of God's Word into our lives.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
The Picnic and My Bologna Sandwich
Do you remember when they had old-fashioned Sunday School picnics? I do. As I recall, it was back in the “olden days”, as kids would say, back before there was air conditioning.
They said, “We'll all meet at Sycamore Lodge in Shelby Park at 4:30 on Saturday. You bring your supper, and we'll furnish the iced tea.”
But if you were like me, you come home at the last minute. When you got ready to pack your picnic, all you could find in the refrigerator was one dried up piece of bologna and just enough mustard in the bottom of the jar so that you got it all over your knuckles trying to get to it. And just two slices of stale bread to go with it. So you made your bologna sandwich and wrapped it in an old brown bag and went to the picnic.
When it came time to eat, you sat at the end of the table and spread out your sandwich. But the folks next you you brought a feast. The lady was a good cook, and she had worked hard all day to get ready for the picnic. And she had fried chicken and baked beans and potato salad and homemade rolls and sliced tomatoes and pickles and olives and celery. And two big homemade chocolate pies to top it off. That's what they spread out there next you while you sat with your bologna sandwich.
But they said to you, “Why don't we just put it all together?”
“No, I couldn't do that. I wouldn't even think of it.” you murmured in embarrassment, with one eye on the chicken.
“Oh, come on, there's plenty of chicken and plenty of pie and plenty of everything. And we just love bologna sandwiches. Let's just put it all together.”
And so you did and there you sat, eating like a king when you came like a pauper.
One day, it dawned on me that God had been saying just that sort of thing to me. “Why don't you take what you have and what you are, and I will take what I have and what I am, and we'll share it together.” I began to see that when I put what I had and was and am and hope to be with what He is, I had stumbled upon the bargain of a lifetime.
I get to thinking sometimes, thinking of me sharing with God. When I think of how little I bring, and how much He brings and invites me to share, I know that I should be shouting to the rooftops, but I am so filled with awe and wonder that I can hardly speak. I know that I don't have enough love or faith or grace or mercy or wisdom, but He does. He has all of those things in abundance, and He says, “Let's just put it all together.”
“Consecration,” “denial,” “sacrifice,” “commitment,” and “crosses” were all kind of hard words to me, until I saw them in the light of sharing. It isn't just a case of me kicking in what I have because God is the biggest kid in the neighborhood and He wants it all for Himself. He is saying, “Everything that I possess is available to you. Everything I am and can be to a person, I will be to you.”
When I think about it like that, it really amuses me to see somebody running along through life hanging on to that dumb bag with that stale bologna sandwich in it saying, “God's not going to get my sandwich! No, sirree, this is mine!” Did you ever see anybody like that – so needy – just about half-starved to death yet hanging on for dear life. It's not that God needs your sandwich. The fact is, you need His chicken.
Well, go ahead – eat your bologna sandwich, as long as you can. But when you can't stand its tastelessness or drabness any longer; when get so tired of running your own life by yourself and doing it your way and figuring out all the answers with no one to help; when trying to accumulate, hold, grasp, and keep everything together in your own strength gets to be too big a load; when you begin to realize that by yourself you'll never going to be able to fulfill your dreams, I hope you'll remember that it doesn't have to be that way.
You have been invited to something better, you know. You have been invited to share the very being of God.
The Journey Home: A Walk with Bob Benson
by Bob Benson and Karen Dean Fry
Beacon Hill Press (1997) pp 108-110
They said, “We'll all meet at Sycamore Lodge in Shelby Park at 4:30 on Saturday. You bring your supper, and we'll furnish the iced tea.”
But if you were like me, you come home at the last minute. When you got ready to pack your picnic, all you could find in the refrigerator was one dried up piece of bologna and just enough mustard in the bottom of the jar so that you got it all over your knuckles trying to get to it. And just two slices of stale bread to go with it. So you made your bologna sandwich and wrapped it in an old brown bag and went to the picnic.
When it came time to eat, you sat at the end of the table and spread out your sandwich. But the folks next you you brought a feast. The lady was a good cook, and she had worked hard all day to get ready for the picnic. And she had fried chicken and baked beans and potato salad and homemade rolls and sliced tomatoes and pickles and olives and celery. And two big homemade chocolate pies to top it off. That's what they spread out there next you while you sat with your bologna sandwich.
But they said to you, “Why don't we just put it all together?”
“No, I couldn't do that. I wouldn't even think of it.” you murmured in embarrassment, with one eye on the chicken.
“Oh, come on, there's plenty of chicken and plenty of pie and plenty of everything. And we just love bologna sandwiches. Let's just put it all together.”
And so you did and there you sat, eating like a king when you came like a pauper.
One day, it dawned on me that God had been saying just that sort of thing to me. “Why don't you take what you have and what you are, and I will take what I have and what I am, and we'll share it together.” I began to see that when I put what I had and was and am and hope to be with what He is, I had stumbled upon the bargain of a lifetime.
I get to thinking sometimes, thinking of me sharing with God. When I think of how little I bring, and how much He brings and invites me to share, I know that I should be shouting to the rooftops, but I am so filled with awe and wonder that I can hardly speak. I know that I don't have enough love or faith or grace or mercy or wisdom, but He does. He has all of those things in abundance, and He says, “Let's just put it all together.”
“Consecration,” “denial,” “sacrifice,” “commitment,” and “crosses” were all kind of hard words to me, until I saw them in the light of sharing. It isn't just a case of me kicking in what I have because God is the biggest kid in the neighborhood and He wants it all for Himself. He is saying, “Everything that I possess is available to you. Everything I am and can be to a person, I will be to you.”
When I think about it like that, it really amuses me to see somebody running along through life hanging on to that dumb bag with that stale bologna sandwich in it saying, “God's not going to get my sandwich! No, sirree, this is mine!” Did you ever see anybody like that – so needy – just about half-starved to death yet hanging on for dear life. It's not that God needs your sandwich. The fact is, you need His chicken.
Well, go ahead – eat your bologna sandwich, as long as you can. But when you can't stand its tastelessness or drabness any longer; when get so tired of running your own life by yourself and doing it your way and figuring out all the answers with no one to help; when trying to accumulate, hold, grasp, and keep everything together in your own strength gets to be too big a load; when you begin to realize that by yourself you'll never going to be able to fulfill your dreams, I hope you'll remember that it doesn't have to be that way.
You have been invited to something better, you know. You have been invited to share the very being of God.
The Journey Home: A Walk with Bob Benson
by Bob Benson and Karen Dean Fry
Beacon Hill Press (1997) pp 108-110
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Power in Love
Never underestimate the power of love. Love has been known to change lives, and take lives. When the author of 1 John was asked to describe God, he simply said, “God is love” (1 John 4:8, 16). The goodness of God is love. The power of God is love. Many believe love holds the power of healing. After an experience I had several years ago, I, too, believe that loves brings healing. It is a very personal story. If you find it to be be too personal, please forgive me. I write of it here because it powerfully illustrates what I believe love can do. If you enter enter the process of church transformation, you will need the power of love at work in the church.
It was just a few years ago. It was a Saturday night. Really it was the wee hours of Sunday morning. Five of us shared a room. We spent the night together. It was a room for one, but we all managed to squeeze in. We all knew each other. In fact, we are related...enjoy each other's company...love each other. But not one of us really wanted to be there.
It was an expensive room. My guess it went for about $2,000 a night. Good view of the city. Nothing else special about it. There was no pool available. No jacuzzi. The only meals available were in the cafeteria. The room service was nonexistent. The floors weren't carpeted. I have seen larger bathrooms on a bus. No doubt what made the room expensive was the equipment: the monitors, IV pumps, electric multi-position bed, oxygen, vacuum pumps, and cabinets of medical supplies. The room we shared was room 466 in the intensive care unit of Jewish Hospital in Louisville, Kentucky.
I had received the ominous telephone call earlier that evening: “your brother has taken a turn for the worse, and we want his family to come to the hospital.” I used to work in a hospital so I know that the “turn for the worse” line is “medicalese” for “your loved one just died, and we want you to come to the hospital so we can tell you to your face that he has died.” So I went to the hospital without much hope.
Being hospital savvy and knowing I would be arriving in the middle of the night, I wore a tie and my clergy name badge. Instead of stopping me, the security guard in the ER showed me the way to the intensive care unit. Instead of questioning me, the nurse in intensive care directed me to Mr. McConnell's room. Getting there was the easy part. Surprisingly, my brother Bob was still alive when I arrived. Just barely, but alive. My sister Kae, her daughter June, and my daughter Meg, were there staring at the monitor screen. There is not much else to look at, so every one in the room tends to stare at the monitor. And they were waiting. Waiting. I arrived, we prayed, and then I joined the waiting.
We took turns sitting in the three available chairs. We were playing a sort of musical chairs without the music. We wrapped up in blankets and complained of the cold. Individually and as a unit, we pursued the hopeless search for a comfortable position. My theory is that hospital chairs are designed to be uncomfortable to make one miserable enough to go home. Nevertheless, we sought sleep, and we resisted sleep. We talked. We talked to Bob, and we talked about Bob. We talked about better days and family and how and what our children and grandchildren are doing and whatever happened to old what's-his-name and spouses and ex-spouses and what had been and what could have been and what should have been. We stood by the the bed and held Bob's hand and looked into his tired face and listened to his labored breathing and prayed and wept and hoped against hope.
Morning came. Bob was not only still alive, but just a little bit better and rallying quickly. His doctor showed up and was amazed to find him alive.
The doctor didn't quite know to make of it. Blood pressure – up. Blood oxygen – up. Lungs – clear. Temperature – down. It was amazing. The doctor wondered aloud, “How did this happen?”
We didn't know. He held the only medical degree in the room. I have a theory. A popular Christian song says, “In this very room there is quite enough love for one like me.”
I believe in that very room in the intensive care unit of Jewish Hospital there was quite enough love for Bob. Enough love for Bob – for Bob to live through the night. For Bob to recover and be living with his children and grandchildren.
Ask me, and I will tell you that it is true. You can live on love. Love powerful enough to work miracles and bring healing. My hope is that we all find a room like that very room I was blessed to spend that Saturday night in. It was a miserably marvelous room. It was a room filled to overflowing with love.
William T. McConnell
Renew Your Congregation
Chalice Press (1997)
pp 102-104
It was just a few years ago. It was a Saturday night. Really it was the wee hours of Sunday morning. Five of us shared a room. We spent the night together. It was a room for one, but we all managed to squeeze in. We all knew each other. In fact, we are related...enjoy each other's company...love each other. But not one of us really wanted to be there.
It was an expensive room. My guess it went for about $2,000 a night. Good view of the city. Nothing else special about it. There was no pool available. No jacuzzi. The only meals available were in the cafeteria. The room service was nonexistent. The floors weren't carpeted. I have seen larger bathrooms on a bus. No doubt what made the room expensive was the equipment: the monitors, IV pumps, electric multi-position bed, oxygen, vacuum pumps, and cabinets of medical supplies. The room we shared was room 466 in the intensive care unit of Jewish Hospital in Louisville, Kentucky.
I had received the ominous telephone call earlier that evening: “your brother has taken a turn for the worse, and we want his family to come to the hospital.” I used to work in a hospital so I know that the “turn for the worse” line is “medicalese” for “your loved one just died, and we want you to come to the hospital so we can tell you to your face that he has died.” So I went to the hospital without much hope.
Being hospital savvy and knowing I would be arriving in the middle of the night, I wore a tie and my clergy name badge. Instead of stopping me, the security guard in the ER showed me the way to the intensive care unit. Instead of questioning me, the nurse in intensive care directed me to Mr. McConnell's room. Getting there was the easy part. Surprisingly, my brother Bob was still alive when I arrived. Just barely, but alive. My sister Kae, her daughter June, and my daughter Meg, were there staring at the monitor screen. There is not much else to look at, so every one in the room tends to stare at the monitor. And they were waiting. Waiting. I arrived, we prayed, and then I joined the waiting.
We took turns sitting in the three available chairs. We were playing a sort of musical chairs without the music. We wrapped up in blankets and complained of the cold. Individually and as a unit, we pursued the hopeless search for a comfortable position. My theory is that hospital chairs are designed to be uncomfortable to make one miserable enough to go home. Nevertheless, we sought sleep, and we resisted sleep. We talked. We talked to Bob, and we talked about Bob. We talked about better days and family and how and what our children and grandchildren are doing and whatever happened to old what's-his-name and spouses and ex-spouses and what had been and what could have been and what should have been. We stood by the the bed and held Bob's hand and looked into his tired face and listened to his labored breathing and prayed and wept and hoped against hope.
Morning came. Bob was not only still alive, but just a little bit better and rallying quickly. His doctor showed up and was amazed to find him alive.
The doctor didn't quite know to make of it. Blood pressure – up. Blood oxygen – up. Lungs – clear. Temperature – down. It was amazing. The doctor wondered aloud, “How did this happen?”
We didn't know. He held the only medical degree in the room. I have a theory. A popular Christian song says, “In this very room there is quite enough love for one like me.”
I believe in that very room in the intensive care unit of Jewish Hospital there was quite enough love for Bob. Enough love for Bob – for Bob to live through the night. For Bob to recover and be living with his children and grandchildren.
Ask me, and I will tell you that it is true. You can live on love. Love powerful enough to work miracles and bring healing. My hope is that we all find a room like that very room I was blessed to spend that Saturday night in. It was a miserably marvelous room. It was a room filled to overflowing with love.
William T. McConnell
Renew Your Congregation
Chalice Press (1997)
pp 102-104
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Nickel Mines
In Nickel Mines, Pennsylvania, love would have to prove stronger than death.
On the morning of October 5, 2006, twenty-five children were studying in the local one-room schoolhouse, a barn like structure with a simple bell tower and front porch supported by steel rods. The building, as plain as notebook paper, reflected the values of the Amish community that educated its children there. The Amish trace their lineage back to pacifist Swiss Christian communities, who, during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, renounced the trappings of worldliness.
On that morning, in the midst of the Amish, the worst of the world's madness appeared. At 9:51 AM, Charles Cad Roberts IV, a thirty-two-year-old milkman, burst into the West Nickel Mines Amish schoolhouse and shattered the community's serenity. He had thought about the violence he was about to perpetrate long in advance, and he came prepared. He carried a 12-gauge shotgun, a 9 mm handgun, a .30-06 bolt-action rifle, about six hundred rounds of ammunition, a stun gun and two knifes. He also had tools and building supplies with him.
He ordered the young girls to line up quickly in front of the chalkboard. Then he demanded that the teacher, Emma Mae Zook, take her fifteen male students, a pregnant woman, and three mothers with infants outside. Once they were gone, Charles Roberts used the tools and the 2x6 and 2x4 boards he was carrying to barricade himself inside. Next, he used flex ties to bind the hands and legs of the young girls, who ranged from six to thirteen.
Evidently, he meant to take his time. He called his wife on a cell phone to confess, in partial explanation of the suicide notes he had left at home, that he had molested two young relatives twenty years before. This tale seems to have been a delusion. He also spoke of his grief at the death of an infant daughter. When the Amish girls asked Roberts why he meant to hurt them, he said he was angry at God.
The community responded more quickly than Roberts may have anticipated, and the schoolgirls themselves would alter his plans. Robert's plan to molest girls seemed apparent from the lubricant he was carrying, but their teacher, Emma Mae Zook, ran to a neighboring farmhouse and called police at 10:36 AM. The police arrived in force nine minutes later. From the loudspeakers on their cruisers they spoke to Roberts. He responded that if the grounds weren't cleared in seconds he'd kill everyone.
The oldest of the girls, Marian Fisher, spoke up. The Amish speak Swiss German as their mother tongue, but she used the best English she could muster. She pleaded, “Shoot me and let the others one's loose.” Marian's eleven-year-old sister, Barbie, asked to be next They demonstrated the greatest love a human possibly could.
Unnerved by the girl's courage and the police, Roberts tried to execute all ten girls, pouring bullets into them as fast as he could.
At the sound of the gunfire the police rushed the building. With one final blast, Roberts committed suicide before they could reach him.
Although Roberts shot all ten girls at point-blank range, and several of them repeatedly, he did not fully exact the revenge against God he had planned. Five children survived. Marian's sister, Barbie, was one of them, which is why we know some of the details of what happened inside the schoolhouse that horrible day.
Charles Robert's death seemed sad only in that he was no longer available to prosecute.
But that's where this story turns in an unexpected direction. The entire Amish community followed young Marian Fisher's lead of sacrifice and love of one's neighbor. While Charles Roberts chose to unleash his anger on he innocent, the Amish chose to bestow forgiveness on the guilty. Newsreel footage showed the Amish horse-and-buggy cortege rolling along the main road in Nickel Mines on their way to the funerals of the slain children. It was a poignant and picturesque scene. But the images that stayed in the imagination were of Amish men and women attending Charles Roberts funeral in the graveyard of his wife's Methodist Church. They insisted it was not their place to judge him. Amish leaders even asked their community to refrain from thinking of Roberts as evil.
The Amish also reached out to Marie Roberts and her children. They invited the family to attend the girl's funerals – for the Bible says to mourn with those who mourn, and the Roberts family was mourning their own loss. As money poured into address the medical bills of the wounded girls, Amish community leaders stipulated that a fund from these resources to take care of the killer's widow and three children.
From “The Faith:
What Christians believe,
Why they believe it, and why it matters”
by Charles Colson and Harold Fickett
Zondervan Press (2008) pp 13-15
On the morning of October 5, 2006, twenty-five children were studying in the local one-room schoolhouse, a barn like structure with a simple bell tower and front porch supported by steel rods. The building, as plain as notebook paper, reflected the values of the Amish community that educated its children there. The Amish trace their lineage back to pacifist Swiss Christian communities, who, during the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries, renounced the trappings of worldliness.
On that morning, in the midst of the Amish, the worst of the world's madness appeared. At 9:51 AM, Charles Cad Roberts IV, a thirty-two-year-old milkman, burst into the West Nickel Mines Amish schoolhouse and shattered the community's serenity. He had thought about the violence he was about to perpetrate long in advance, and he came prepared. He carried a 12-gauge shotgun, a 9 mm handgun, a .30-06 bolt-action rifle, about six hundred rounds of ammunition, a stun gun and two knifes. He also had tools and building supplies with him.
He ordered the young girls to line up quickly in front of the chalkboard. Then he demanded that the teacher, Emma Mae Zook, take her fifteen male students, a pregnant woman, and three mothers with infants outside. Once they were gone, Charles Roberts used the tools and the 2x6 and 2x4 boards he was carrying to barricade himself inside. Next, he used flex ties to bind the hands and legs of the young girls, who ranged from six to thirteen.
Evidently, he meant to take his time. He called his wife on a cell phone to confess, in partial explanation of the suicide notes he had left at home, that he had molested two young relatives twenty years before. This tale seems to have been a delusion. He also spoke of his grief at the death of an infant daughter. When the Amish girls asked Roberts why he meant to hurt them, he said he was angry at God.
The community responded more quickly than Roberts may have anticipated, and the schoolgirls themselves would alter his plans. Robert's plan to molest girls seemed apparent from the lubricant he was carrying, but their teacher, Emma Mae Zook, ran to a neighboring farmhouse and called police at 10:36 AM. The police arrived in force nine minutes later. From the loudspeakers on their cruisers they spoke to Roberts. He responded that if the grounds weren't cleared in seconds he'd kill everyone.
The oldest of the girls, Marian Fisher, spoke up. The Amish speak Swiss German as their mother tongue, but she used the best English she could muster. She pleaded, “Shoot me and let the others one's loose.” Marian's eleven-year-old sister, Barbie, asked to be next They demonstrated the greatest love a human possibly could.
Unnerved by the girl's courage and the police, Roberts tried to execute all ten girls, pouring bullets into them as fast as he could.
At the sound of the gunfire the police rushed the building. With one final blast, Roberts committed suicide before they could reach him.
Although Roberts shot all ten girls at point-blank range, and several of them repeatedly, he did not fully exact the revenge against God he had planned. Five children survived. Marian's sister, Barbie, was one of them, which is why we know some of the details of what happened inside the schoolhouse that horrible day.
Charles Robert's death seemed sad only in that he was no longer available to prosecute.
But that's where this story turns in an unexpected direction. The entire Amish community followed young Marian Fisher's lead of sacrifice and love of one's neighbor. While Charles Roberts chose to unleash his anger on he innocent, the Amish chose to bestow forgiveness on the guilty. Newsreel footage showed the Amish horse-and-buggy cortege rolling along the main road in Nickel Mines on their way to the funerals of the slain children. It was a poignant and picturesque scene. But the images that stayed in the imagination were of Amish men and women attending Charles Roberts funeral in the graveyard of his wife's Methodist Church. They insisted it was not their place to judge him. Amish leaders even asked their community to refrain from thinking of Roberts as evil.
The Amish also reached out to Marie Roberts and her children. They invited the family to attend the girl's funerals – for the Bible says to mourn with those who mourn, and the Roberts family was mourning their own loss. As money poured into address the medical bills of the wounded girls, Amish community leaders stipulated that a fund from these resources to take care of the killer's widow and three children.
From “The Faith:
What Christians believe,
Why they believe it, and why it matters”
by Charles Colson and Harold Fickett
Zondervan Press (2008) pp 13-15
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Overcoming Temptation
In 1 Corinthians 10:13, the apostle Paul explains, “No temptation has overtaken you but such as is common to man; and God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will provide the way of escape also, so that you will be able to endure it.” In order to experience the victory you've been given in Christ over sin, you must know the process by which temptation takes hold. Then, you must build a defense against it.
Start by realizing that your desires are not necessarily wrong. In fact, they can be very good if they fit the Lord's plan and purpose for your life. But when you allow your wishes to dominate and distract you from doing God's will, troublesome situations and consequences are soon to follow.
The process of temptation begins in your mind with what you think. Eventually, your thoughts stir up your imagination, which is very powerful. You fantasize about the object of your desire – how it would feel to possess it; how unhappy you would be without it. As time goes on, the pressure builds. You reach the point where you must make a choice. Will you turn from the temptation, or will you give in to the pleasure it promises? Once you consent, sin takes hold.
Of course, as a faithful believer, you know that the Holy Spirit can help you turn away from enticements you may face during any step in the process. You also realize that it becomes increasingly difficult to turn away the further you go. This is why it it is so importation that you take “every thought captive to the obedience of Christ” (2 Corinthians 10:5). Why? Where you mind wanders, your feet are sure to follow. You need a defense system to help you respond wisely, guard your thoughts, and keep you from going down the wrong path.
How do you build this defense system? First, you must take responsibility and admit, “Yes Lord, this is a temptation for me.” Confess any sin you've already committed, accept the Savior's forgiveness (1 John 1:9), and acknowledge that He can teach you to live free of it. When you're willing to accept your vulnerability and dependence on God in the areas where you are tempted, you've taken a very important step toward victory.
Second, look at the big picture. Ask yourself: “What does the Father think about this? If I yield to this enticement, what will the consequences be? How will it affect my future and the people in my life? Will it distract me from doing the Lord's will?” The great deception of sin is that it promises pleasure without penalty – instant gratification with no regret. But once you consider the negative results of your actions, the temptation will appear much less attractive.
Bearing the big picture in mind will also help you identify if there's a way to meet your desire that is in line with God's will – a way that will bring Him glory. So third, be sure to recall the Father's promises concerning your life. One of the reasons temptations are so powerful is because they play into your anxieties. Disappointments and setbacks can lead to discouragement if don't fully trust that the Lord can and will fulfill His word in you.
This is why Jesus said, “The Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you. Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful” (John 14:26-27).
God has given the Holy Spirit to encourage you as you wait for His perfect timing and to enable you to do all that He has commanded. When you feel weak, rely upon the awesome power of the Spirit to comfort you, remind you of His love and presence, and strengthen you to stand firm until His promise to you is accomplished.
Finally, set your mind on things that honor the Father. Meditating on God's Word and spending time with Him in an intimate relationship empower you to remain steadfast in your struggle against sin. When temptations come, the Holy the Spirit can immediately bring Scripture to mind as a shield to protect you.
From June 2010 Prayer Letter
Charles F. Stanley
Start by realizing that your desires are not necessarily wrong. In fact, they can be very good if they fit the Lord's plan and purpose for your life. But when you allow your wishes to dominate and distract you from doing God's will, troublesome situations and consequences are soon to follow.
The process of temptation begins in your mind with what you think. Eventually, your thoughts stir up your imagination, which is very powerful. You fantasize about the object of your desire – how it would feel to possess it; how unhappy you would be without it. As time goes on, the pressure builds. You reach the point where you must make a choice. Will you turn from the temptation, or will you give in to the pleasure it promises? Once you consent, sin takes hold.
Of course, as a faithful believer, you know that the Holy Spirit can help you turn away from enticements you may face during any step in the process. You also realize that it becomes increasingly difficult to turn away the further you go. This is why it it is so importation that you take “every thought captive to the obedience of Christ” (2 Corinthians 10:5). Why? Where you mind wanders, your feet are sure to follow. You need a defense system to help you respond wisely, guard your thoughts, and keep you from going down the wrong path.
How do you build this defense system? First, you must take responsibility and admit, “Yes Lord, this is a temptation for me.” Confess any sin you've already committed, accept the Savior's forgiveness (1 John 1:9), and acknowledge that He can teach you to live free of it. When you're willing to accept your vulnerability and dependence on God in the areas where you are tempted, you've taken a very important step toward victory.
Second, look at the big picture. Ask yourself: “What does the Father think about this? If I yield to this enticement, what will the consequences be? How will it affect my future and the people in my life? Will it distract me from doing the Lord's will?” The great deception of sin is that it promises pleasure without penalty – instant gratification with no regret. But once you consider the negative results of your actions, the temptation will appear much less attractive.
Bearing the big picture in mind will also help you identify if there's a way to meet your desire that is in line with God's will – a way that will bring Him glory. So third, be sure to recall the Father's promises concerning your life. One of the reasons temptations are so powerful is because they play into your anxieties. Disappointments and setbacks can lead to discouragement if don't fully trust that the Lord can and will fulfill His word in you.
This is why Jesus said, “The Helper, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name, He will teach you all things, and bring to your remembrance all that I said to you. Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful” (John 14:26-27).
God has given the Holy Spirit to encourage you as you wait for His perfect timing and to enable you to do all that He has commanded. When you feel weak, rely upon the awesome power of the Spirit to comfort you, remind you of His love and presence, and strengthen you to stand firm until His promise to you is accomplished.
Finally, set your mind on things that honor the Father. Meditating on God's Word and spending time with Him in an intimate relationship empower you to remain steadfast in your struggle against sin. When temptations come, the Holy the Spirit can immediately bring Scripture to mind as a shield to protect you.
From June 2010 Prayer Letter
Charles F. Stanley
Thursday, October 14, 2010
When Life Looks Hopeless
When life looks hopeless, hold on to God. No mater what happens or how discouraging your situation may become, never stop clinging to the Lord. He is faithful, and He will most certainly help you. Keep trusting Him - regardless of how your circumstances appear.
I write this to you today because all of us have walked through valleys at one time or another in life. Each of us has wept over difficulties and struggles we thought we couldn't survive. We lay awake at night, wondering, “God, what am I going to do? I don't know how to go on.” We're not sure how to face the decisions and consequences that will come. The pain and emptiness overwhelm us.
I imagine that is how James Cash Penney felt when he lost $40 million in the stock market crash of 1929, becoming deathly ill from the stress of his circumstances. Seven million dollars in debt, false accusations of his fiscal impropriety lodged against him, emotionally and physically spent, Penney wrote, “I was convinced I would never see another dawn. I wrote farewell letters to my family. Then I waited for the end – a failure at the age of 56.”
Although Penney felt as if he has no future, God had other plans. At the Battle Creek Sanitarium in Michigan where he was being treated for his illness, Penney one day heard the hymn, “God Will Take Care of You,” and he decided to trust the Lord Jesus as his Savior, Not only did he survive, he also lived into his nineties, founding a financial empire through the JCPenney's stores.
Perhaps you are experiencing devastating difficulties today or see disturbing troubles on the horizon. Maybe you lack a sense of direction or real purpose. You might even wonder if you need to give up on your goals and dreams because you feel like you don't measure up and will never deserve the good things you desire.
As such times, you may be tempted to seek refuge in earthly comforts such as wealth, possessions, food, or activities. Perhaps you throw yourself more deeply into ministry, trying to hide your hurt, but becoming more wounded in the process. You may even attempt to isolate yourself from the world, pushing everyone away. Don't. These things promise to comfort your hurting soul, but will eventually cause you more pain.
Instead, cling to the only One who can truly help you overcome all of your difficulties – Jesus Christ. As 1 Peter 5:7 admonishes, cast “all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” How do you do so? Here are some principles that will help you through the most difficult times.
First, whenever you are tempted to think about your circumstances – and the empty feeling of hopelessness wells within you – realize it is an important indication that you should be in prayer. The emotions you're experiencing are a warning sign to your spirit, revealing your utter need for the Father. He is calling you...drawing you into a relationship with Him. Go to Him with an open heart, and invite Him to teach you.
Second, commit yourself to God and whatever He has planned for your future. Did you know that one of the biggest gold deposits ever excavated in this nation was discovered just two inches beneath the spot where a previous miner had given up? There are many wonderful blesses that you will forfeit if you quit now. Don't miss out on the good things the Father has for you because you are discouraged. Devote yourself to the Lord, and He will strengthen you to go on.
Third, claim God's promises to always love and never forsake us. Often, when we experience loss, rejection, or we fail at something important, we attribute our painful feelings to our own sense of worth. We begin to we don't deserve acceptance or anything good. But the Father promises to love us unconditionally, and our job is simply to accept His everlasting love (Jeremiah 31:3; 1 John 4:9-11). Deuteronomy 31:8 assures, “The LORD is the one who goes ahead of you; He will be with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.”
Fourth, cling to God with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength, regardless of what happens, with the knowledge that He ultimately provides what is absolutely best for you. Understanding this principle will help you get through the most difficult times in your life, because when you turn to Him for help, He will comfort your hurting soul and fill the emptiness with hope.
No matter what happens in your lives, don't let go of the Savior. Respond to your feeling of discouragement with prayer. Commit yourself to trusting His plan, regardless of the circumstances. Claim His unfailing promises and cling to His loving presence. He can and will help you through this. So hold on to God. He knows the pathway to victory in your situation and is simply waiting for you to trust Him to lead the way.
Charles Stanley
October 2010
Prayer Letter
I write this to you today because all of us have walked through valleys at one time or another in life. Each of us has wept over difficulties and struggles we thought we couldn't survive. We lay awake at night, wondering, “God, what am I going to do? I don't know how to go on.” We're not sure how to face the decisions and consequences that will come. The pain and emptiness overwhelm us.
I imagine that is how James Cash Penney felt when he lost $40 million in the stock market crash of 1929, becoming deathly ill from the stress of his circumstances. Seven million dollars in debt, false accusations of his fiscal impropriety lodged against him, emotionally and physically spent, Penney wrote, “I was convinced I would never see another dawn. I wrote farewell letters to my family. Then I waited for the end – a failure at the age of 56.”
Although Penney felt as if he has no future, God had other plans. At the Battle Creek Sanitarium in Michigan where he was being treated for his illness, Penney one day heard the hymn, “God Will Take Care of You,” and he decided to trust the Lord Jesus as his Savior, Not only did he survive, he also lived into his nineties, founding a financial empire through the JCPenney's stores.
Perhaps you are experiencing devastating difficulties today or see disturbing troubles on the horizon. Maybe you lack a sense of direction or real purpose. You might even wonder if you need to give up on your goals and dreams because you feel like you don't measure up and will never deserve the good things you desire.
As such times, you may be tempted to seek refuge in earthly comforts such as wealth, possessions, food, or activities. Perhaps you throw yourself more deeply into ministry, trying to hide your hurt, but becoming more wounded in the process. You may even attempt to isolate yourself from the world, pushing everyone away. Don't. These things promise to comfort your hurting soul, but will eventually cause you more pain.
Instead, cling to the only One who can truly help you overcome all of your difficulties – Jesus Christ. As 1 Peter 5:7 admonishes, cast “all your anxiety on Him, because He cares for you.” How do you do so? Here are some principles that will help you through the most difficult times.
First, whenever you are tempted to think about your circumstances – and the empty feeling of hopelessness wells within you – realize it is an important indication that you should be in prayer. The emotions you're experiencing are a warning sign to your spirit, revealing your utter need for the Father. He is calling you...drawing you into a relationship with Him. Go to Him with an open heart, and invite Him to teach you.
Second, commit yourself to God and whatever He has planned for your future. Did you know that one of the biggest gold deposits ever excavated in this nation was discovered just two inches beneath the spot where a previous miner had given up? There are many wonderful blesses that you will forfeit if you quit now. Don't miss out on the good things the Father has for you because you are discouraged. Devote yourself to the Lord, and He will strengthen you to go on.
Third, claim God's promises to always love and never forsake us. Often, when we experience loss, rejection, or we fail at something important, we attribute our painful feelings to our own sense of worth. We begin to we don't deserve acceptance or anything good. But the Father promises to love us unconditionally, and our job is simply to accept His everlasting love (Jeremiah 31:3; 1 John 4:9-11). Deuteronomy 31:8 assures, “The LORD is the one who goes ahead of you; He will be with you. He will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.”
Fourth, cling to God with all your heart, mind, soul, and strength, regardless of what happens, with the knowledge that He ultimately provides what is absolutely best for you. Understanding this principle will help you get through the most difficult times in your life, because when you turn to Him for help, He will comfort your hurting soul and fill the emptiness with hope.
No matter what happens in your lives, don't let go of the Savior. Respond to your feeling of discouragement with prayer. Commit yourself to trusting His plan, regardless of the circumstances. Claim His unfailing promises and cling to His loving presence. He can and will help you through this. So hold on to God. He knows the pathway to victory in your situation and is simply waiting for you to trust Him to lead the way.
Charles Stanley
October 2010
Prayer Letter
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