Entitlement That Leads to Bitterness

"I deserve better" will make me bitter.
He that doeth these things shall never be moved.

Tuesday after supper, Ruby and I were chatting about feeling entitled and deserving — an at-home follow-up to the pastor’s theme Sunday morning. She had raised the subject, wondering what I would say on the subject of entitlement.

Then later in the evening as I did the second of my twice daily ear-diaper changes, I got to thinking about the subject of bitterness since it comes up in today’s printed text (for our adult Sunday School lesson).

I thought about things that provoke in me a rising of bitterness. It easily happens when… Read it all

When Your Church Has Leadership Selection Looming

What does your congregation need in a leader?
Who shall weigh the prospective church leader...and how?

So your church needs another leader. And you get to be part of the leadership selection process. May I help?

No, I don’t mean helping your church pick. And I certainly don’t mean helping by being that leader. I mean, may I help you personally as you “figure out” for whom you will vote?

For the sake of the prospective new leader, know the answers to these three questions:

  • What does being a minister mean in your congregation?
  • To what do you expect him to commit himself?
  • In what areas are church members to obey church leaders?

Before you make your nomination or cast your vote for someone, resolve at least these things about you and him: Read it all

When Old Visions Lose Value, They Get Vulturized

Lessons from a hazelnut grove
young hazelnut trees

I saw the excavator in an unexpected place, evidently done doing shocking things.

That evening several weeks ago, I was on my way to church to deliver my wife’s contributions to the next day’s noon meal. Due to my illness, I had not been out that way in a while. I stared in disbelief at the scenery in that orchard.

Several years earlier, someone had done extensive work propelled by a vision. The vision entailed making a profit worth waiting for, a profit selling filberts (aka, hazelnuts). The previous time I had been past the young orchard, I had marveled at the height of the well-established trees and admired the pretty green of their fresh leaves. When would they begin to bear fruit?

young hazelnut trees

Now all the trees lay in piles. Read it all

God in Rags

Unwed mama, miracle son, step-father bonding, journey begun

Little town
country girl
born to carry
heaven’s pearl.

Visiting angel
shocking news
servant’s heart
much to muse.

Cruel rejection
whispers abound
baby bump
talk of town.

Parental pain
what is true?
fiance blamed
search for clues.

Country boy
madly in love
broken heart
betrayal because?

Sleepless nights
dying inside
countless tears
loss of bride. Read it all

Ukraine’s People of the Mountains

Among them, the American Anabaptist family found refuge from the Russian military.
mountains in western Ukraine

Far up the curvy mountain roads, away from the cities and the bustle of life, where the only rushing thing is the winding river that gurgles and babbles over the stones, are little houses built against the steep mountain sides. The people of these mountains are like the countryside they live in, rugged and sturdy. They climb the steep paths with little effort, and their hearts burn with fierce loyalty to their country. Some call them “Gutzuls”, a name for the mountain people of Carpathians.

They live in simple houses and find satisfaction in their prized cows with their bells that roam the mountainside in the summer and eat the rich mountain hay in the winter. They heat their tiny houses with a pechka, a very versatile woodstove. It is upon these pechkas they cook their banosh, traditional corn mush, and it is in the depths of the pechka that they bake their bread. Nearly always you’ll find a kettle of water upon the stove, heating for a cup of tea, a sponge bath, or dish water. Freshly laundered clothes are hung by the pechka where the wood heat chases away the moisture.

The accent of these mountaineers clings thickly to their speech, distinguishing them from the rest of Ukraine’s population. They have a dialect of their own, a whole collection of words that belong exclusively to the mountain Gutzuls. They understand Russian, but rarely condescend to using the language of their enemies. During Soviet times they had been forced to speak it, but now they were free and speak only their mountain dialect. Read it all

Family Flees Russian Invasion in Ukraine

A first-person report of God's grace from long-time residents of Ukraine

The night hours slipped by as we crawled along, stuck in a traffic jam, moving only a few meters at a time. The darkness as we wove our way around potholes and through villages was unnerving. Where were the lighted houses, the occasional lit up store, the other lights that trademark the villages? Blackout, that’s what it was. The thick darkness was a feeble effort at keeping Putin’s troops from spotting villages and towns to bomb. Read it all

How to Get Past the Baby Stuff at Christmas

Begin by imagining a different way of celebrating your own birthday...
Noreen Roth with first-born Mark

You probably already had your birthday this year. I did, but one of my life-long, faithful friends still hasn’t had his birthday. Imagine yours is yet to come.

To celebrate your birthday, we will hang up pictures of you in your crib — to show we know who this is all about, you know. Generally, though, we will disregard you in favor of other festive and seasonal activities. If anyone gets around to remembering you, it will be to reminisce about your birth and baby days. And gifts? We will give each other gifts we think we would enjoy. Maybe we will think to give you a baby rattle or a teddy bear. You would probably say “bah humbug” on birthdays, at least yours. Read it all

Above all, love God!