Pastor's Perspective

Pastor's Perspective - Forcefully Advancing

2012-01-13T10:10:00.001-08:00

Are you an aggressive person?

In the Kiefer family we have found that some of our kids are more aggressive than others. This observation is historically highlighted and reinforced during each soccer season. While our uniformed youngsters are dashing back and forth on the pitch, mom and dad are on the sideline losing their voices and dignity! Predictably, we cheer when they show aggressiveness and energized effort. However, at the sign of indifference or lethargy, we get a bit exasperated. We know that they can do better. In other word, we believe that if you’re going to indentify yourself with a team, wear a uniform, be on the field, and have others watching you – you ought to play all-out!

Right?

This morning in my ‘alone time’ with Abba, I read something that Jesus said about this whole aggressiveness thing. Though the world sometimes associates Him with passivity, in this verse, He said something quite different.

‘From the days of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven has been forcefully advancing, and forceful men lay hold of it.’ – Matthew 11:12

I tried to just read on, but admittedly, I had to go back to it again and again.

I began to wonder about something -

How many times have I frustrated my heavenly Parent through my spiritual apathy, indifference, lethargy and laziness?

I mean, let’s be honest!

As a born again believer, I’ve identified my team. At my baptism I donned my uniform. As a child of God and pastor I’m on the field daily, surrounded by a cloud of witnesses. And understandably I’m playing for something so much greater and honorable than a youth soccer game. I’m playing for the glory of Almighty God!

Yet, honestly, sometimes we just don’t feel like it. We run out of energy because we’re not properly nourished spiritually. We wander out of position. We needlessly compare ourselves to other players. Or, we see other teammates not playing aggressively, so why should we rise above the gravitation?

Friends, let me remind you that we are all soldiers engaged in a real raging war for real human souls. Our divine objective at FCC is advancing the Gospel and expanding the kingdom until He comes. By grace we are mysteriously and scandalously somehow part of Heaven’s population initiative; yet, we are opposed. Our enemy is proven, fierce, scheming, deceptive, and unrelenting.

Again, the mission objective is not just holding our position, it’s advancing our position! Realistically, this will never happen if we are content sitting in our comfy foxholes sipping coffee wearing clean uniforms. Forceful advancement only happens when forceful men lay hold of it.

Pastor's Perspective - Undignified

2011-12-28T10:33:00.000-08:00

Last Wednesday night my family and I had a very enjoyable holiday rendezvous with a dear Christian sister of ours – Nicky Peterson. Earlier this year Nicky moved to South San Francisco to help a brand new church gain traction in the city. For years she has been a treasured part of our lives and ministry, so the opportunity to connect with her in the city, have dinner together and see some Christmas lights was too irresistible to pass up. So, feeling very urban, we Kiefers bundled up and took BART into the heart of San Francisco.

After dinner we all walked to Union Square to explore the decorated department store windows. As we were walking on the bustling sidewalk in front of the multi-story Macy’s store, loud shouting erupted. The huddled movement of people, of which we were a part, stopped abruptly. In the middle of the cluster were two middle-aged parents, screaming for their daughter. They were impeccably dressed – suit & tie, fancy holiday dress, neatly groomed. They were clearly people of tremendous means based on appearance. Somehow in the chaotic trajectories of busy shoppers, they had lost track of their little girl.

I don’t think I will ever forget the sound of their screaming as they called her name into the frigid night. It was a sound I’ve heard only a few times in my life. It was haunting; a loud undeniable sonic mixture of fear, helplessness and love. Immediately I felt nauseous. What we were observing could best be described as primal. Though neatly tailored for a special holiday night out, the parents ran up and down the sidewalk piercing the atmosphere with their cries, hoping somehow their little girl could hear them. Their eyes darted wildly from one another and then to others – frantically recruiting any help they could muster. I immediately began backtracking down the sidewalk, looking for a female child in a ‘red hat’, but to no avail. Suddenly a child I never met or even knew existed meant something to me. As a fellow parent, my heart had connected empathetically. Some helped in the search, others stood frozen. Within a few minutes, that seemed like an eternity, a pretty little girl with a stylish cherry red hat was being reunited with her parents. “We found her!” was immediately followed by an eruption of applause from huddled strangers. As we continued walking, my wife Michelle and I both felt sick physically and squeezed emotionally. Did that just happen? What if that was one of our kids? Did you hear their screams?

We made some wonderful memories that night, but that episode has really stuck with me, reminding me of a few important things.

First, love is willing to get undignified. Money, attire and image meant absolutely nothing to those parents in that moment when they discovered their little girl was lost.

Friends, Jesus Christ died the most agonizing death know by the people of His day. He was willing to get undignified because He loves us, and He knew without His substituting death, we would remain forever lost.

Second, celebration is the natural reaction to something treasured being found. In an unanticipated snapshot of pure beauty, those relieved parents hugged their child joyfully and unashamedly. There was no condemning or scolding the child, just pure elation, as onlookers applauded wildly on a San Francisco sidewalk.

Jesus told us through the parables of the one lost sheep, the one lost coin, and the one lost son, that when just one soul is found by turning toward Him all of Heaven celebrates! No condemnation. No scolding. Just pure elation!

Friends, two thousand years ago on a Roman cross, Jesus got undignified - just for you.

Why?

Because you were lost.

Without Him, you are lost.

Turn to Him today.

Be reunited.

Start a party!

Pastor's Perspective - i-Paperweight

2011-12-16T09:26:00.001-08:00

Admittedly, I’m a complete dunce when it comes to my i-Phone.

For over a year my wife Michelle (a satisfied i-Phone user) told me about how it would add so much convenience to my busy pastoral lifestyle. I was very hesitant for the sole reason that everybody I observed who owned one always had their nose down looking at the darn thing! Eventually I caved, and after owning one for two years now I can say, “My wife was right.” I couldn’t imagine going back to a conventional mobile phone after owning one. With the flip of a thumb, no matter where I am stateside, I can access my personal and church emails, consult my online calendar, check Facebook and Twitter, access the Bible in multiple versions, get directions on the fly, take vivid photos and videos, show-off my beautiful family, check on my favorite German soccer team (Karlsruhe SC), get directions and restaurant reviews, check flight statuses, calculate, find the local time in Mumbai, and play a quick game of Zombie Highway. Amazing!

This summer I took my i-Phone to remote western Kenya. For those of you who’ve never been there, there is absolutely no coverage in remote western Kenya. The locals were amazed by it! I showed them photos of my family. I took a lot of pictures and videos of them at our open-air crusades. The orphans had a ball taking pictures of each other with it! I used the alarm clock feature every day to help me be timely (which in remote western Kenya means nothing!). I also listened to the songs repeatedly on i-Pod that I had downloaded in the States.

Why am I sharing this information with you?

I found that when I was disconnected from coverage, the i-Phone became nothing more than a sleek-appearing paperweight! In Solano County it was my lifeline (or so it seemed); but in Africa, all I could get from it was what I intentionally downloaded ’back home’. In other words, in California it’s a marvel with limitless evolving eye-popping potential. But where we were this summer, it was severely limited by what I had (or had not) put in it.

Pop Quiz Hot Shots!

Someone takes your one and only Bible - your Bible. It’s the one with your name embossed on the cover, the sweet handwritten dedication near the front, the highlighted verses, and the note somebody passed you while you were pretending to enjoy the sermon – your Bible!

Now here’s the proverbial ‘kicker’ – you can’t buy or borrow another one – ever!

Questions.

With what you’ve read and memorized from the Bible, could you continue to encourage yourself in the Lord?

Could you lead someone to faith in Jesus Christ?

Could you explain cogently the underpinnings of your faith?

The psalmist wrote a long time ago, “I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you’ (Psalm 119:11)

Are you currently and intentionally downloading God’s powerful and infallible Word into your heart?

Hide it now.

You’ll need it later!

Pastor's Perspective - Encouragement to Encourage

2011-12-02T11:53:00.000-08:00

During quail season in Georgia, an Atlanta journalist met an old farmer hunting with an old pointer at his side. Twice the dog limped gingerly ahead and pointed. Twice his master fired into the open air. When the journalist saw no birds rise, he asked the farmer for an explanation. "Shucks," grinned the old man, "I knew there weren't no birds in that grass. Buck’s nose ain't what it used to be, but him and me have had some wonderful times together. He's still doing the best he can -- and it'd be mighty mean of me to call him a liar at this stage of the game!"

We all need encouragement.

Like the little boy who said to his father, “Let’s play darts Daddy. I’ll throw them and you stand here and say ‘Wonderful!’”

We all need someone to come along sometime and say, “Wonderful!”

William Arthur Ward wrote, “Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will never forget you.”

We in the church need to be encouraged – even the pastor. Christ Himself needed the encouragement of friends and the encouragement of the Father.

Christ has called us to lives of faithfulness.

When we read Hebrews chapter eleven we are inspired by those saints of old who were characterized by faith. They are immortalized in Scripture! However, we must remember that they are remembered as members of the ‘roll call of faith’ against the dark and daunting backdrop of big challenges and harsh trials.

Big challenges.

Harsh trials.

Got any?

As I peck this, a young military couple in Sacramento is diligently praying for their newborn son born ten weeks prematurely. Likewise, a member of my former ministry is spending day and night by his severely injured Marine son’s side.

What do they need?

What do we all need?

Encouragement.

Nothing big and fancy.
Just a visit, a card, a call, an email, a text message.

Something.

Anything!

Something that reminds a person that they matter, what they are doing is worthwhile and appreciated, that they are not alone, that they can do it, that with God all things are possible.

The Apostle Paul knew this. He challenged a young congregation, “Therefore, encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing.” (1 Thessalonians 5:11).

Let’s face it. It’s easy to tear down, to share a comment hastily out of anger or frustration. We’ve all done it.

Personally, lifting the hood a bit and allowing you to peer into the pastor’s engine, I want to share a prayer request that God has never failed to answer in my life. Admittedly, many of my prayers have been answered with a ‘no’ or a ‘wait’. But one prayer has always been answered quickly and predictably. It’s such a proven prayer request that I only pray it when it’s absolutely necessary. The prayer request is simple and always sincere – “Father, encourage me.” And He does.

Will Rogers said, “We can’t all be heroes, because someone has to sit on the curb and clap as we go by.”

One of my favorite definitions of the church is this, “The church is a group of highly imperfect people who will convince you you can make it, then stand with you while you try.”

Remember, the best thing you can do behind a friend’s back is pat it!

Choose to encourage.

Somebody you know, like old Buck, is doing the best they can.

Somebody you know, like the little boy, needs to hear, “Wonderful!”

Choose to build up.

Choose to clap.

Choose to be unforgettable.

Pastor's Perspective - Just Trying to Help

2011-11-18T11:03:00.001-08:00

True confession: I’ve got a bit of a weird sense of humor. I’ll own that. That’s why I was genuinely tickled by a recent news story I read online. The reason I found it humorous is because it involved an embarrassing problem that could potentially happen to any one of us, an innocent airline passenger, and a sequence of events that played-out vividly in the theater of the mind – mine!

Apparently, en route from Ashville, North Carolina to LaGuardia Airport in New York, the captain of a Chatauqua Airlines plane needed to take an unanticipated bathroom break. Fellow human beings, these things happen, right? However, what was not anticipated was that he would get stuck in the lavatory! The door jammed, leaving the embarrassed and frustrated aviator in the crammed space, while the plane was in a holding pattern high above the destination airport. Desperately he began beating his fist on the lav door. That’s when our innocent passenger entered the scene. Hearing the loud thumping, the kind-hearted passenger got up and went to the sky john to somehow help. Through the door, he was instructed by the panic-stricken captain to alert the other crew members, which he promptly did. Did I mention that this traveling ‘good Samaritan’, according to the news source, had a heavy foreign accent?! So, when he tried physically and verbally to gain entrance into the cockpit to tell the other crew members what was happening, well, let’s just say, that’s when ‘in-flight entertainment’ went to a whole new level.

Now, like you, I live in a post 9-11 world. Unauthorized cockpit entrance stories are not even remotely humorous. But, you’ve got to admit, an esteemed decorated captain accidently stuck in the john because he just had a bad ‘Field Hand Special’ at the Ashville Regional Airport is funny! Then to add to it, the guy that tries to help him needs stinkin sub-titles! Again, admittedly, I’ve got a weird sense of humor.

Have you ever tried to help someone out and it didn’t turn out so well?

I’ll never forget. In the summer of 1974 while on vacation with my grandparents in Germany, I had such an experience. Being a dopey eleven-year-old kid from suburban Tampa, Florida, I had no idea that some people on the planet were actually employed to operate elevators. See where this is going? While in a downtown high rise Karlsruhe department store, I entered the elevator to go up several stories to rejoin my family. As I entered, so did an elderly woman. Growing up in the south, manners were well-engrained into my cranium by eleven. So, I asked her what floor. She looked at me a bit confused, said the floor number in broken English and I pressed the number obediently. Mom and Dad back in the states would have been supremely proud. Did I mention that there was another elderly fellow already in the elevator, sitting on a stool, right by the floors panel? The split second I pressed the number he was on me like a hobo on a ham sandwich! He lambasted me for vier (English translation: four) floors! Although I wasn’t fluent in German, some words I clearly recognized – and let’s say, they weren’t encouraging. He screamed at me like a rabid drill sergeant with jock itch for what seemed like an eternity. When the elevator doors finally opened, I ran out as fast as I could. In that moment, I didn’t care what floor I was on! I ran and jumped into my Oma’s hug while still hearing Helmut Von Nastyschmidtt screaming in the distance.

Sometimes, even our kindest, most well-intentioned efforts can go bad, can’t they?

The gospel narratives tell us repeatedly that Jesus was always being confronted and assaulted by the unyielding self-righteous of His day for the good things He did for others. The hyper-religious leaders of His day simply didn’t get Him. They longed for a Messiah who would be a blue-blood, an iconic regal, a military strategist who would break their chains of cruel Roman oppression and look really great on a coin! Instead, Isaiah tells us that Jesus had a very ‘average guy’ appearance. He was a good old boy construction worker from ‘one stop-light’ Nazareth. He had a very scandalous family tree, and his birth account would have been sealed information. Instead of glad-handing the movers and shakers of society for personal gain, Jesus chose to hang-out with drunks, food junkies, hookers and marginalized people with highly checkered pasts – and presents! In other words, Jesus put the needs of people over protocol.

As mentioned, though some recognized His Lordship, many with great religious influence rejected Him and His consistent heart of selflessness. He was a square peg in a round space, and for folks like that, we rarely have much use. Openly mocked, despised and rejected, Jesus refused to acquiesce to shallow self-absorbed expectations. He just kept on doing good – even when it got Him in trouble.

Why?

Because people matter most. Jesus died for people – not rules.

He was simply more interested and invested in pleasing His Father, than bending to religiosity – the kind that elevates rules and religious facades above the needs of real everyday people created in God’s image.

Friends in Solano County, not every attempt to help others, no matter how heartfelt, will turn out the way you want it to. If you step out and reach out to do good, it’s only a matter of time before you’re misunderstood. Even some you’re attempting to assist will bite your hand. If you’re doing benevolent and selfless things for gratitude; ticker tape parades are few and far between. However, Jesus commands and modeled that despite potential misunderstanding, rejection and ingratitude along the way – help anyway!

Lastly, the above story reminds us that if you live long enough, sometimes you’re the alert rescuer, and sometimes just when you think you’re the captain, you get caught with your pants down! Let both experiences and extremes soften your heart and humble you to the plights of many in our beloved community. God will honor your desire and endeavors to help. Keep trying. Keep reaching. People matter most!

As a closing note (no extra charge), if you’re ever in a high-rise downtown department store in Karlsruhe, Germany, and you need to move between floors – use the escalator.

Pastor's Perspective - Way to 'Go'!

2011-11-08T14:31:00.001-08:00

Last Thursday evening during our annual Congregational Meeting, I was able to share a list of things we accomplished so far in 2011 through God’s immeasurable kindness. If you weren’t able to join us, here is a sampling of the list I shared.

We celebrated our 33rd years as a community of faith.
We ordained 5 new deacons into our faithful and expanding leadership team.
We launched ‘Go’ a revolution of motion & contagious obedience.
Vacation Bible School was highly successful.
Twenty-seven middle school girls and their mothers went to the Revolve conference in southern California.
Awana celebrated its 4th years at FCC.
Celebrate Recovery celebrated its 5th year.
Pie Club celebrated its 7th year.
Derrick Iglesia took the reigns as our new Youth Pastor and re-launched the youth group as ‘Zombie Initiative’.
The church sent Derrick and Tim Boyer to the National Youth Workers Convention.
We had, for the very first time, two ‘Art of Marriage’ events at FCC.
Seventy-eight women from the church went to Women of Faith last month.
Our Alyson Barret said yes to ‘go’ and went to serve in Cambodia.
Our Nicky Peterson likewise said yes and moved to San Francisco to help launch a new work there – New Community.
Our Mark Asprey said yes to ‘go’ and will leave us on January 4th to serve full-time in western Kenya.
We’ve had 19 baptisms YTD.
Special events include: Sewing dresses & shorts for Kenya, a fresh water fundraiser by Candy Hanratty, Low Country Boil fundraiser, car washes, Spaghetti Feed for the Homeless Ministry.
The Homeless Ministry expanded by now going weekly to the local city parks and camps. This ministry fed and ministered to hundreds throughout the year, and collected and distributed 512 blankets.
The after-school program for middle high students in conjunction with Suisun City picked up speed through new leaders and donations – officially launching soon.
30 Hour Famine was a huge success led by Tim Boyer.
LIFE (our Homeschool ministry) tripled in size.
Natalie Cross stepped up to lead our women’s ministry under the new name ‘Sisterhood’. The launch was a rousing success.
FCC participated in the National Night Out.
Celebrate Recovery represented Christ and FCC at the Suisun Marina greeting people and distributing water.
Our new Giggle ministry launched.
‘Family Sunday’ was instituted the last weekend of every month.
Our Church Beautification Day was a hit late last month.
The annual Harvest Festival, led by Jeanette Kleeman, was highly successful again this year.
FCC worked in conjunction with The Leaven through participation from Mark Asprey & Grace Agbalog.
The annual Church Picnic, led by Kelli Chiolero, at Lake Solano Park was great fun.
Twelve from FCC flew to Kenya and completed multiple projects including fresh water. 2,268 first-time decisions for Christ documented.
We have sent $31,477 YTD to missions.
Mac Young took over the management of The Fourth Watch.
Numerous CR step studies were completed and continue to take place weekly.
Wayne King unveiled our Christmas 2011 endeavor – ‘Go Without’ – so others won’t have to.
We unveiled our new updated church website thanks to Jeramy Sossaman.

With over 50 days remaining in 2011, we as a church family have much to celebrate and be grateful for, with much still ahead.

Way to ‘go’!

Pastor's Perspective - What God Can Do!

2011-10-25T09:31:00.000-07:00

Last Christmas-time, we at First Christian decided to do something new - something together - something that reflected the true message of the season. Instead of buying each other gifts we didn't really want or need, we pooled that money together as a church family and decided to use it for the glory of Christ somewhere else. Knowing that our 250+ HIV orphans in Shisisari, Kenya were drinking filthy water that was making them sick, broke our hearts. We knew we had to do something - anything. So we sent them a gift they couldn't give themselves - fresh water!

Through the support and generosity of many inside and outside the church, we were able to not only fund a desperately needed fresh water project in Africa, but we were also able to send an FCC delegation over to work on it, complete it and dedicate it in a community-wide ceremony for the renown of the true Living Water - Jesus.

The photos above are proof and a simple and humble sampling of what God can do through one church family hungry to make a difference.

Matthew 25:40

go.

Pastor's Perspective - Remembering Jonathan

2011-09-30T10:32:00.000-07:00

Today marks the birthday of a dear brother who left us way too soon – Jonathan Booker.

For the many of you reading this who perhaps didn’t have the privilege of knowing ‘JB’, he was a true one-of-a-kind! He was a devoted husband to his sweet wife Viola. He was a dedicated father to his children Victor and Jasmia. He was a caring friend and a zealous follower of Jesus Christ. He was funny, energetic, gregarious, outspoken, hardworking, responsible, ambitious, loving and lovable. He was a treasure to us all and we all miss him. He would have been 31 today.

Yesterday I had the honor of officiating Estalita Tapnio Cross’s funeral service here at FCC. ‘Lita’ was the precious mother of Bart Cross, a cherished partner in the church. Lita, 64, was visiting and helping an ill brother in the Philippines, when she was violently attacked and senselessly killed over her purse. Simply put, Lita was a wonderful person. The building was packed yesterday with many who had been profoundly touched by her life and grief-stricken by her shocking death.

As I think about Jonathan today and Lita yesterday, I’m reminded of the brevity and uncertainty of life. I’m reminded that we live in a fallen, violent and unpredictable world. Tomorrow is a hope that comes with absolutely no guarantees. None of us are immune to the realities of evil. The good die young and bad things happen to them along the way. Death comes to the ones we label ‘good’ – the ones we categorize under ‘bad’ – the poor – the mighty and affluent – the despised – the young – the aged. Someone once said, ‘Death is an equal opportunity reality’ – and it is.

Yet, in the midst of the heart-breaking losses and jaw-dropping suddenlies, we can have hope! Because God the Father intentionally allowed something terribly-bad to happen to His Son, we all have access to a living hope. That through putting our faith in the completed redemptive work of Christ and His cross, we can have a hope and peaceful assurance that transcends the very worst scenarios this life can throw our way.

I was able to share yesterday that recently I took seven different flights to get to Kenya and back. On each flight someone stood in front of me and pointed to the closest door in the “unlikely event” the plane descends against the pilot’s will. Likewise, the closest and most reliable door available to me was in written form in the seat pocket in front of me.

Friends, like those flights, God is saying through a person (me) and God has said it clearly in written form (the Bible) that there is only one door that leads to everlasting life in His presence. In John 10 Jesus told us that He is that door. In John 14 He told us He is that way – the only way.

In conclusion, honestly speaking, if my plane is descending, I’m moving to that door! In a world that has fallen and continues to rapidly descending around us, isn’t it prudent to move toward that door?

Have you found that proven age-old door? His name is Jesus.

Knowing Jonathan the way I did, I think he’d want you to know that today.

Pastor's Perspective - The Sky is Falling

2011-09-23T12:45:00.001-07:00

The sky is falling! The sky is falling!

A minister from ministries-gone-by humorously posted on his Facebook wall this morning, “If the satellite falls on me today I want you all to know I love you!”

The space junk he was referring to is the Upper Atmosphere Research Satellite (UARS), a dead, six and a half ton, school bus-size satellite that is hurtling toward us as I peck this! Scientists stated earlier this week that it would totally avoid North America, and now they’ve retracted their statement. So, good luck out there fellow earthlings!

For a few other grey hairs out there, this news story takes us back to 1979 when Skylab met its fiery demise over remote parts of South Africa and western Australia. I still remember the ‘Skylab is Falling’ t-shirts and well-publicized panic. My guess is that UARS will make an even more uneventful re-entry.

Let me ask you a question.

Do you know Chicken Little people?

Perhaps you’re a chronic ‘the sky is falling’ peeper.

Our culture, and sadly our church directories don’t lack ‘Negative Nellys’; those whose glasses are perpetually half empty and blinded to silver linings. Eyore Syndrome is pandemic!

Friends, of all the people on this garden planet, we as Christians should be the most optimistic! We have Jesus! Through His cross we get immeasurably more than we could ever dream of, ask for and certainly deserve. We are loved unconditionally be the greatest Father and most powerful monarch in existence. We are filled and sealed for salvation with and by His Spirit. We are viewed not by our filthiness and incompatibility, but now through the perfect righteousness of our Redeemer. Through an empty tomb, our archenemy named death is a defeated foe. Through His grace we are recipients of a living hope! All this - then Heaven.

So as beloved subjects of the kingdom, let’s lift our heads and eyes from the doom and gloom this world tries to sell us, and see the bigger exciting picture above us. Let’s look to the skies for Jesus! Anything else is a bunch of junk.

Pastor's Perspective - Dog Days

2011-09-06T12:20:00.000-07:00

LOST DOG: Male hound. Three legs. Blind in one eye. Left ear partially chewed-off. No tail. Parts of coat missing. Answers to the name ‘Lucky’!

Years ago I read about a real-life ‘Lucky’ up in Clearlake. Fox News reported about an 8-month-old puppy who miraculously recovered after being hit by a car, shot by a police officer and stuck in a freezer for two hours!

Dosha, a carmel-colored pup, apparently was struck by a vehicle after escaping from her owner. Soon afterward, humane officer Bob MacDonald came upon the scene and attempted to end the canine’s suffering by using his revolver. She was then placed in an Animal Control freezer for two hours before someone discovered she was still alive!

Veterinarians treated the pooch who made a full recovery. Talk about a ‘dog day’!

The Apostle Paul was well-acquainted with dog days of his own. We wrote the Christians worshiping in ancient Corinth: “I have worked much harder, been in prison more frequently, been flogged more severely, and been exposed to death again and again. Five times I received from the Jews the forty lashes minus one. Three times I was beaten with rods, once I was pelted with stones, three times I was shipwrecked, I spent a night and a day in the open sea, I have been constantly on the move. I have been in danger from rivers, in danger from bandits, in danger from my fellow Jews, in danger from Gentiles; in danger in the city, in danger in the country, in danger at sea; and in danger from false believers. I have labored and toiled and have often gone without sleep; I have known hunger and thirst and have often gone without food; I have been cold and naked. Besides everything else, I face daily the pressure of my concern for all the churches” (2 Corinthians 11:23b-28).

It never ceases to amaze me when Christian whine about being slightly inconvenienced, or scream in disillusionment when just a hint of personal persecution comes their way. Jesus Himself told us that if we truly represent Him in this life, we would receive scorn and rejection, just like He did. He told us that, “In this life you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world” (John 16:33). He elaborated, “Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven. Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me” (Matthew 5:10-11).

Now wait a minute! Trouble? Persecution? Insults? Lies? Surely that kind of negativity shouldn’t accompany a Christian’s life. We are called to peacefulness and contentment, right? Doesn’t the popular gospel of our day promise abundance, popularity, acceptance and trouble-free living? In other words, can’t we all just get along?!

The truth is, light is an affront to darkness. Truth is an enemy of deception. Salt is antagonistic to blandness. Life is an opponent of death. Therefore, if we are authentic modern-day advocates of light, truth, saltiness and life, we will make our share of enemies this side of Heaven.

Jesus Himself said, “I came not to bring peace, but a sword” (Matthew 10:34). His life and message were confrontational in a morally bankrupt society. As I share with my Suisun City congregation, “We will not mark-down the gospel in order to sell it!” The timeless Word of God and the people who live by it were never called to be socially pliable for the sake of just getting along. Like Jesus, we are called to truth and grace.

So the zillion dollar question du jour is – How well are you fitting in? In other words, are you receiving your fair share of rejection and scorn? Are you characterized where you live, work and play as an uncompromising and unashamed follower of Christ? For such individuals, ‘dog days’ are foretold and yes, guaranteed. But, Jesus reminds the faithfully consistent: “Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in Heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you” (Matthew 5:12). In other words, it’s not about here – it’s about there! It’s not about you – it’s about Me! It’ll all be worth it!

So fellow Christian, when you face opposition, stop your whining. Remember, Jesus can turn water into wine, but He can’t turn your whining into anything! None of us have come even close to the rejection He personally experienced for our redemption. So here’s my brotherly advice. The next time you’ve been run over, shot and shoved away for your faith, remember: You’re not ‘Lucky’ – according to Jesus you’re ‘Blessed’!

Pastor's Perspective - In the Crosshairs

2011-08-24T10:56:00.000-07:00

Being a current events junkie, I got my fix this morning surfing the major news sites. Predictably, all gave the largest block letters to three stories – the battle for Libya, yesterday’s eastern seaboard earthquake, and a bad girl brewing up in the Caribbean named Irene. CBS News online featured this headline about the approaching hurricane today – ‘Irene now Category 3; U.S. in crosshairs’.

Personally I grew up and lived most of my life in Florida, a place very familiar with fierce hurricanes. I now live in earthquake country - California. Though neither meteorological or geological anomaly are particularly enjoyable, I would admit that earthquakes are preferable. Why? Because by the time you realize an earthquake is happening it’s almost over! On the other hand, for days and days back east, one is subjected to reports of approaching categorized doom! Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for the advanced tracking technology, but waiting for catastrophic storms can be a bit unsettling.

Growing up with sand in my shoes, we all were well-trained in the drill. When a hurricane’s path was even remotely nearby people prepare. Plywood is bought to board-up windows. Bottled water is purchased, as are batteries and non-perishable food. Likewise, gas tanks are topped-off just in case a run to higher inland ground is necessary. Shelters are announced and manned. Schools and businesses stop, and ‘hurricane parties’ begin.

Today as I was sipping my Project 7 coffee, I was reminded that more people are talking about and aggressively preparing for Irene than the return of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Scriptures, Christ, and angels all foretell that the Lord’s second advent will come suddenly, with no advanced notice from The Weather Channel. In the blink of an eye every human being will either rejoice or wail at the reality of His coming.

Are you preparing?

Are you preparing your life and the lives of those you live with, play with, and work with for that great and dreadful day?

For you personally, will His promised return be a glorious and welcomed fulfilled, or, a tragic and regretful interruption?

In the very last chapter of the Bible, Jesus tells us three very intentional times that He is ‘coming soon’. In other words, He wants you to be ready!

Something really big is brewing. Something greater than our highest expectations and worst nightmares is an approaching reality. Something historically unprecedented is coming our way as a planet. It’s an unavoidable biblical certainty. We’re in the crosshairs.

Doing God's Work - Latest Kenya Trip Article (Daily Republic)

2011-08-22T13:53:00.000-07:00

SUISUN CITY — The person who touched Zoey Quewon’s heart the most during her recent mission in western Kenya was an orphan named Marvin who first came in for medical treatment in the shreds of the school uniform he wore.

“He sleeps on the floor and doesn’t even have a blanket,” Quewon said of the child’s circumstances.

But after getting a set of clothes from Quewon and other members of the First Christian Church of Suisun City, the child made a point of sitting on a fence waiting “for us to walk with him to church,” Quewon said.

The group of 13 people, all but one of them from the First Christian Church of Suisun City, left July 19 for western Kenya and returned Aug. 3. They flew into Nairobi and then drove for two hours to get to the small town of Kakamega, where they started with missionary and humanitarian work.

They were far from the drought-stricken humanitarian disaster area of northeastern Kenya near Somalia, but they did pass by a Kenyan Army checkpoint, where soldiers blocked the roads with spike strips to stop and search cars to make sure they didn’t contain any refugees.

The members described their destination, Kakamega, as a dusty town of brick, sheet metal and mud with the ever-present smell of diesel. The streets were a chaos of cars, trucks, motorcycles, carts and goats.

Their primary humanitarian projects consisted of extending a pipeline and improving spring wells, providing medical assistance and giving out clothing to about 300 orphans the group hopes to build an orphanage for in the future, lead pastor Steve Kiefer said.

“The unemployment there is very high,” team member Mark Asprey said. “People beg to dig a trench for a dollar a day.”

Asprey was so moved by the need he saw there that he plans to move to that part of Kenya permanently to continue the work and help build a church, he said.

Despite the prevalent poverty, Candy Hanratty said the people they met “were always ready with a smile.”

Improving the water supply involved extending a water pipe 1.4 miles to the community’s school and putting concrete around one of the springs “so people could get their water out of a clean site instead of getting their water out of a mud puddle,” team member Tricia Isayi said.

Hanratty treated a lot of children with dirty skin wounds and said the next time she goes back, she will bring more antibiotics and vitamins to help those children who she said showed obvious signs of suffering from malnutrition.

“It broke my heart to see the children, their eyes are always pleading for more,” team member Malissa Huff said. “That was where it got me, the children and their need.”

That didn’t stop the Kenyans from showing what members described as warm, selfless hospitality.

More than 600 pieces of clothing were passed out to the orphans, including 250 dresses that were made by hand by parishioners here and in a church in Florida.

“Seeing all the girls getting new dresses, that meant so much to me,” Isayi said.

Kiefer described the needs in the area as “overwhelming,” and described the time the team distributed food one evening as his most haunting experience there.

Hundreds of Kenyans showed up for the food and when the serving bowls started running low, the hungry crowd noticed “and chaos broke out,” Kiefer said. The team had to step back away from the bowls and the local school master had to restore order.

With such a need still there, all of the group members said they plan to go back some time within the next two years with a larger mission to help the Kenyans of Kakamega as well as to promote the nonprofit Operation International, with which their church works.

“We will be working to raise funds for an orphanage because there is no orphanage there now,” Isayi said.

“We also want to help more than just the orphans, because all of the children are just as needy,” Huff said.

Reach Ian Thompson at 427-6976 or ithompson@dailyrepublic.net.

Pastor's Perspective - Kenya Journal

2011-08-10T16:02:00.000-07:00

During my recent trip to Kenya (‘Go’ with One Mind & Voice Missions Trip) I kept a daily journal. I’m sharing my brief daily entries with you for two reasons. First and foremost that Christ would be honored. Second, that those of you who have never taken a missions trip might be somehow inspired to say ‘yes’ to future opportunities. Enjoy!

July 19, 2011 – 8:04AM PST – United Airlines 777:
Well the adventure has just begun! Currently climbing out of the San Francisco Bay area. Got up at 2AM and met my team at the church at 3. After the distribution of boxes (donations) between the SF and Sacramento team, I led a prayer and away we went. Upon arrival at SFO our check-ins as a team went smoothly and uneventful. As a trip leader I had been a bit anxious about the rules airlines impose regarding luggage, number of check-ins, weight, etc. Several of our boxes & bags were well over the 50lb limit, yet the favor of the Lord made the overages a non-issue. We (Candy, Zoey, Mark & I) just kind of nervously smiled and winked like kids who were somehow getting away with something! Yet, I was reminded by the Spirit that nobody loves these orphaned children more than God. Security went smoothly. Short wait at gate. Full flight to Dulles Airport. Mark is my seat partner (36A&B). 4 hrs & 40 minutes of flying ahead. The boxes are behind us, not to be seen again until Nairobi. Thank you Lord! The adventure has begun. I’m so honored to ‘go’. Not just to preach it and promote it – but to do it.

July 19, 2011 – 3:40PM EST – United Airlines 777 (over Atlantic Ocean):
Landed at Dulles Airport. Exchanged some US currency for (Kenya) shillings. Ate burger at Wendys. Met great couple from Indianapolis in gate area before departing. Spent a little time with the Sacramento team. All going well. Beverly, 3 hours into the flight asked Malissa, “Is this Kenya?”! Boarded flight to Brussels. So blessed. My seat partner is a wonderfully faithful woman from Reston, VA. She works with children regularly in various outreach opportunities in Liberia. Grateful for her warmth, insight, encouragement and example. Proud to show her a pic of my six blessings. Will be flying all night. Getting more and more excited. God’s hand is on us. In Christ we can do all things.

July 20, 2011 – 10:00AM - Brussels, Belgium:
Landed at 7:15AM in Brussels. Curveball! Our Brussels Airlines plane that was going to take us to Kenya was damaged yesterday in a hailstorm in Cameroon. We were given the option of being put up (complimentary) in a hotel delaying our Nairobi arrival 24 hours, or, take a flight to London Heathrow and take an all-night Virgin Atlantis flight to Kenya arriving tomorrow (Thursday) morning. To hold as tightly to our itinerary we have chosen to fly all night – again! The Lord is in control. Nothing is an accident. Camped-out here at the Brussels Airport. God’s got this! Called Anthony to reschedule our pick-up in Kenya. Safari for some on our team will now take place at the end of the trip. Attitudes on the San Francisco team are stellar. Rejoicing in our trials. Good things about to happen. By the way, just went into my first European unisex restroom. Crazy nervous!

July 20, 2011 – 7:25PM – Van Der Valk Hotel (Brussels, Belgium):
Sometimes life is stranger than fiction! After waiting 8 hours at the Brussels Airport to fly to London then take Virgin Atlantic to Nairobi, at boarding time we were informed that VA cancelled our tickets! 8 hours of sitting in an airport wasted. We were given hotel vouchers and here we are. We’ll take off in the morning with Brussels Airlines and will (hopefully) arrive in Nairobi after 10PM tomorrow (Thursday) night! Great hotel! Clean. Slick. Ikea! Watching German TV. Very cool novelty. Used dinner voucher downstairs with Candy, Connor & Mark. Meeting early for breakfast then back to the airport. Nairobi tomorrow? Man I hope so! Can think of worse places to rough-it for the night.

July 21, 2011 – 2:22PM – Brussels Airlines A330 (Lybian Airspace):
I’m on a Belgian airliner sitting next to a French woman married to a man from Burundi, surrounded by people speaking Swihili 37,000 feet over Lybia. When you say “Yes” to God, He creates amazing scenes in our lives!

July 22, 2011 – 1:20AM – Hampton (Missionary) House – Nairobi:
Finally here! After much delay our SF team landed in Nairobi at 10:33PM after stopping briefly first in Bujumbura, Burundi. After deplaning we got our visas then proceeded down to baggage claim. All our stuff was there except Zoey’s luggage. She kept a good & positive attitude which inspired me. So great to see Tricia and Anthony. The baggage boys were soliciting tips and an airport revenue official threatened to charge us for our donation boxes! Anthony aggressively dealt with both issues. Impressive. Mark & I are staying in a room in a Baptist missionary housing facility. The plan is to sleep, clean up, breakfast, supply shop and head to Kakamega. I’ll be in the Gold Hotel tomorrow night. Asked Anthony about the Sacramento team. All were positive and wanted to stay here in Nairobi to wait for us so we could all go to Kakamega together. With our 24 hour delay safaris (according to Anthony) are the only challenge. We lost a day on our itinerary, but, that won’t stop us! God is in complete control of this thing!

July 23, 2011 – 12:30AM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
We just got here after a marathon day. Last night we spent the night at the Hampton House after pick up at Nairobi airport. Mark Asprey was my roommate. Slept well. Woke up and showered. This was the first opportunity I had to shave since Monday. My toiletry bag was in my check-in all week. Had to buy a toothbrush & toothpaste at the Brussels Airport just to get through. So glad the Brussels hotel had many complimentary toiletries! This morning we reconnected with the Sacramento team. Enjoyed meeting Sylvia Franco, our teammate from NYC. She’s very sweet. An artist married to an artistic manager living in Manhattan. She came to Kenya two years ago on an OOI trip and she clearly has a big heart. I’m not sure if she is a Christian or not. Anthony & Tricia brought breakfast items so we all picked and ate. I also met Pastor Polycap for the first time. We embraced warmly and had a great first encounter, I look very forward to ministering with him! Using the safari van (driven by Shadrach) and Anthony’s car, we all packed in and left Hampton House (managed by Wayne, a former mgr at the Grand Canyon McDonalds). We went to two banks to exchange our money (uSD) into Kenya shillings. Our biggest challenge of the day – nobody here cashes Traveler’s Checks! Sadly we brought $3,000 in them for projects. Somehow we know that God will make it all work. Nairobi is amazing! Hustling-bustling. People everywhere. Crazy drivers. Diesel smell in the air. Dusty. We marveled at the level of poverty, yet, the joy the people possessed. I already feel a sweet connection with the African people. I had already met several in transit. Their demeanor is intriguing. We stopped at one of the most amazing scenes I’d ever seen – the great Rift Valley. Simply break-taking. We were converged upon by the best & most tenacious salespeople I think I’ve ever met! They utilized every sales technique! They did well with us. I bought Emma a souvenir elephant made from alabaster and a couple of bracelets. Amazing people. You can tell that their aggressiveness is not so much greed-based as it is survival-based. The scenes on the way to Kakamega (western Kenya) were unequalled. Gross poverty. People walking. Animals grazing along the road. Zebras! Fantastic scenes! We stopped for an early dinner/late lunch in Nakuru at a beautiful hotel. I had beef and a ginger ale – safe. From there we drove all night. One detour (‘Diversion’) put us for about an hour on the worst road imaginable! We got into Kakamega at midnight and went straight to the Gold Hotel – an 11 hour trip. Kakamega looked rather impressive at night compared to the many other shanty towns we passed all day – neater. Looking forward to seeing it during the day. The Golf is not a 5-star by any means, but clean and comfortable. Unpacked & organized everything. Only 3 channels on the TV. Tomorrow’s plan is breakfast, meet with Anthony and plan, maybe the rain forest, and then a soccer tournament final OOI created & sponsored. I’m fully trusting the Lord. I’m a fish out of water. I’m desperate for Him to use me somehow. One of the highlights of the drive? Tonight in our dark quiet van, Shadrach sang several hymns in Swahili, including ‘Are You Washed in the Blood of the Lamb?’ Moved by the overwhelming reality that Christ’s grace & love knows no borders. Off to bed. I-Phone adapter working well. Time to unfurl my mosquito net! The adventure is getting good.

July 24, 2011 – 10:15PM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
To say that “today was exceptional” would miss the mark! Woke up early, cleaned up and read my Bible. Had breakfast downstairs with Candy, Connor & Sylvia, then met with Anthony alone on the GH property. During the night he had fired our driver for breach of professionalism. Anthony explained that twice he unnecessarily exposed our team to unnecessary risk. I liked the man, but in this case, I must trust that Anthony knows a lot more about these matters than I do. The driver was replaced by our new driver Joseph. Very pleasant young man. From there we drove to Shisasari. Amazed! Anthony & Tricia have a beautiful home. I met Anthony’s parents, toured their property, water source and school. Likewise it was my joy to meet many. I’m very eager to say “Jambo”, exchange names and talk. For several I showed a recent pic of Chelle and Emma to jog their memories. Many remembered them fondly including Gabriel. I love the sincere and humble gentleness of these people. I want them desperately to know the love and hope of Jesus. As mentioned we toured the school. Much bigger than I anticipated. Several classes were beautified by previous OOI trips and the work of locals. Afterward we went to the Kakamega Rain Forrest. Awesome! Abraham & Ncholas were great guides. As we left a large family of monkeys jumped from tree to tree near our vehicles. So cool! From there we went to the soccer tournament final hosted by OOI to promote peace in the community. As we drove onto the property a band of people formed, instruments and dancers, parading us into the tournament. Amazingly special! As we got there we saw about 3,000 assembled. They surrounded our car dancing & singing. I shook hundreds of hands as we were escorted by dancers to our special guest seating under the tent. There we were offered soda – a special gift & privilege. After the match I was introduced to speak. I greeted the crowd on behalf of the US, California, FCC, my family & team. Anthony followed. He is a rock star here. I see so many great qualities in him. He would love to be an ambassador for Kenya. I believe strongly that he will do that some day. This surprise of warmth & welcome will never be forgotten. I recorded it on my i-phone. Can’t wait to share these images online soon! Afterward we all ate together at the Golf Hotel restaurant. Interesting cheeseburger! Definitely a long way from home. God has already given me a great love & grace for Kenya. Afterward our very tired team held a meeting in an upstairs conference room. The real mission starts on Monday. Can’t wait! Got a feeling that as amazing as today was, God has even greater just ahead. Church tomorrow morning at Polycap & Patrick’s church, followed by lunch then a crusade. Am I really doing this? I was dared to dance with the locals tonight. Everybody was shocked & laughing when I did! White boy dance in Kakamega! Think it’s just the beginning.

July 24, 2011 – 10:45PM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
Where do I begin to describe the day I just had? After showering, putting on my suit and having breakfast, Joseph our van driver drove us to church. I was blessed beyond measure! Church was held at the school. The African expression of worship overwhelmed me! We danced and did a conga line that actually snaked outside once. Zoey & Mark spoke. Anthony brought up the entire team to introduce them. Each was given an opportunity to speak. Jeanette was moved to tears which greatly touched me. I spoke about our motivation for being there – to be servants. That the servants touched and carried the miracle. John 2 was my text. This was my first experience with an interpreter – Pastor Polycap. For our first time together people said we did quite well. The message I shared was warmly received. Beautiful people! Afterward several Kenyan pastors and I met to form relationships. I asked each about his family and his dreams. Each are wonderful and so humble – desiring to serve. After a great impromptu sit-down we broke for lunch. I went to Anthony’s where I ate rice and beef, all washed down with Fanta. Afterward I watched a Kenya Premiere League match on TV with Godfrey. I wanted the AFC Leopards to win but they didn’t. This club is the local favorite since they represent western Kenya. Afterward we drove to the outdoor revival meeting held in the front yard of a house in Shisasari. With a mobile PA, we danced wildly. Malissa spoke and gave her testimony. Afterward I preached that Jesus was passing by taken from the Bartimaeus account. The Spirit was clearly in control. Pastor Polycap translated. I gave an invitation and many gave their hearts to Jesus – well over 50. Indescribable moments, watching God expand His kingdom. I was exhilarated and humbled all at the same time. I then asked for anyone sick to come forward for prayer. One young man about 6’ 5” came up. For two weeks he had been experiencing severe abdominal discomfort. I asked the other pastors to join me and we laid hands on him. The Father healed him instantaneously! He then shared in tears how he feared he couldn’t be part of our revival because of his pain, but now it was all gone. After the revival, Polycap and I spent time in the Golf Hotel lobby drinking chai getting to know each other better. Tomorrow we’ll meet the students, meet as pastors to devise our strategy, begin canvassing the community with house-to-house visits, then tomorrow night more open-air preaching. By the way, Zoey was healed today of sever/troubling jaw pain. Her and Mark’s testimonies were awesome & well-received. I’m learning to work well with Polycap after only one day. I already love him and the other pastors dearly. I look forward to serving the community with them and getting to know their hearts. I love Kenya! Their joy is inspiring. They have nothing, but they smile and dance easily. This experience is overwhelming! By the way, Mark has become a dancing machine! He dances unashamedly and the people thoroughly enjoy him. He clearly was meant to be here.

July 25, 2011 – 8:55PM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
Just when I thought God had shown me His best – He gave me today! This morning Joseph drove us to the family homes of Polycap, Patrick and their parents. Simply amazing! Mark is ataying with Patrick. Manure floors. Mud walls. Cooking huts. Cows. Clothes lines. Smiles. Beauty. The simple beauty of people connected to each other, to the land, and to God. Afterward Anthony drove us to the school. Like the soccer tournament, a group met us and paraded us there with colorful costume, dancing, drumming, blowing horns. When we neared the school over 800 students poured onto the road and ran toward us screaming with huge smiles on their faces. Overwhelming! I shouted “Jambo!” as I shook hands. Beautiful, sweet, innocent faces. Bald heads. Filthy feet. Torn green uniforms. Ecstatically happy! Don’t they know how poor they are? Today I realized how poor I am. We were introduced and I spoke words of greeting, love and affirmation. After the beautiful and moving welcoming ceremony, I met with the ministry team from Nairobi. Productive meeting. I led the meeting, soliciting their geographical & cultural insight. I’m so touched by their humility. Many of them left their families far away to be here this week. They are eager. They adore the gospel. Their passion for Christ is evident. Afterward I spent a few hours conversing with Polycap at Anthony’s place. Truly love him. Huge heart. Big dreams. His sister and pastor husband stopped by so we could meet briefly. Soon it was time to go to the night crusade. Different venue tonight. People came from nowhere – some appearing out of heavy darkness. Four audio speakers. Feedback. One floodlight. Hundreds of people of all ages. We danced. Zoey gave her very moving testimony. She is an amazing soul. She clearly has a special calling. Her life was and is hard. But, her hope in Christ is sincere & inspiring. With Polycap translating I preached on the bronze snake in the wilderness. At invitation many responded and received Jesus. I’ll know the number tomorrow. One of the pastors has been assigned the duty of keeping track of decisions. Then we prayed for the sick. Many were instantaneously healed, including God restoring sight to a blind eye! Glory! Glory! Then we shouted in celebration and danced wildly with joy. Tomorrow we’ll start the house-to-house visits at 9AM, followed by lunch at 1PM, followed by an abbreviated open-air crusade in the community, followed by another large night crusade. Going back to the same place we were tonight. More people expected tomorrow. We found a great fishing spot!

July 26, 2011 – 3:40PM – Anthony’s House:
Today we started 3 days of home visits. We sent out 8 teams of three members. The experience was beyond words. Each household warmly invited us into their homes to sit down. I shared the good news and prayed for many needs. Though the houses are primitive, each had large main sitting areas in which we could speak. Our team of three led 8 to Christ and prayed for many. At 1PM we all reconvened at the school. A total of 56 salvations – with two more days to go! These teams are hungry to serve the Lord. We rejoiced together at God’s kindness in our freshmen effort. Afterward the Americans had lunch at the school with the teachers. Ugali. Rice. Potatoes. Greens. Simple & delicious! I enjoyed talking with a couple of teachers comparing the Kenyan & American diets. Very different! Afterward I went outside to speak with the school children. They loved seeing pics of my family. Each said that they want to someday visit America. So I used that to speak to them about the importance of their education. The spring protection project is in full swing, and, the pipe bringing clean city water to the school is almost there. Both projects were financed by the Advent Conspiracy (Christmas-time) giving at FCC. I wish each of our church members could see all of this personally!

July 26, 2011 – 9:15PM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
Just got back to my room. Spent! My feet are killing me. I have worn a suit, tie and hard dress shoes consistently for days now. Today we held two crusades. Our “small” one was packed and many came to Christ. I preached on the “Bad News & Good News”. The second crusade had more people, but they were clearly distracted by the placement of the floodlight (in their faces). I preached on the prodigal son. Many got saved. Afterwards we all celebrated and danced. I’m done. Wasted. Not even eating dinner. I ordered 2 cold Fantas to rehydrate somehow. More house visits in the morning.

July 27, 2011 – 7:35PM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
I just got to my room. Amazing day! Went out again with Polycap & Charles. Led 17 to Christ on our home visits. 58 for all the teams today. Glory! Had a beautiful and moving time with students today. They are so precious. They love having their pictures taken and seeing themselves! Torrential rain cancelled the small crusade. I told Anthony that I needed to get back to the hotel to adequately prepare for the Pastors Meeting on Friday.

July 29, 2011 – 6:10AM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
A day was lost due to sickness. All day yesterday (7/28) I was in the bed ill. I woke up early that morning with severe uncontrollable shaking. Scary. Body chills and aches. Severe nausea. Throbbing headache. All night I was up and down between the bed and the bathroom – all night! Not sure what it was. For the past few days I noticed that my appetite was diminishing. Also, I was fight dehydration. I have been wearing a suit daily and have been walking throughout the countryside. Plus I have been touching people and shaking countless number of hands. I think I was very vulnerable to get something. Plus I must not discount the spiritual aspect. So many have been coming to Christ daily. Attack/interruption was expected. Anthony & Candy came to my room yesterday morning. They were so caring. Anthony alerted the Golf staff who checked on me throughout the day. Candy said I had a severe fever. She gave me a variety of medicines and nutrients. For two days I ate meager portions of plain white rice, plain toast and bananas. I also have been sipping water & Sprite. My fever broke yesterday at dinner-time. Soaking wet! I slept relatively well. Woke up with a bit of an appetite. Encouraging. Anthony will pick me up at 10 this morning to take me to teach the Pators Meeting, then right back to bed. God is good and faithful! I will finish this trip strong in His might.

July 29, 2011 – 5:40PM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
I just got back to the hotel. God gave me the strength to persevere through the Pastors Meeting today. Huge success! I taught approximately 100 church leaders the need for and principles of servant leadership. They really got it! Such beautiful people. Such beautiful hearts. After a brief soda break, each introduced themselves and shared something about themselves & their ministries. Afterward we had a time of Q&A. The principles of Christian marriage seem to be an issue for them, contradicting some old cultural views and practices. I will focus more on marriage when I come back. After Q&A I prayed over and personally handed-out Bibles. I was shocked how few pastors had a copy of the Word! They literally rushed my table – hungry. I was weakening from sickness so we felt it wise for me to come back her to the Golf and rest in preparation for two busy days ahead. Orphans Party tomorrow! Everyone prayed for my healing. Very moving. Before the meeting Mark Asprey asked me if I had heard his big news – He’s moving here!! In his fasting & praying, the Spirit told him to sell his possessions in America and move here to help the local church. We both embraced and cried with joy. This is such an answered prayer. With so many first-time decisions this week, now who will reach & disciple them? Mark will be a big part. So proud of him! FCC is a sending church. Other big news, our teammate Sylvia received Christ and will be baptized on Sunday! Jen played a big part in her decision and she will baptize her. Overwhelming blessings! Thank you Lord Jesus!

July 30, 2011 – 10:00PM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
Was told I would be picked up at 9:30AM for the Orphans Party. Waited until 11:30 in lobby. Receptionist told me that I would now be picked up at 12:30. Got picked up at 2! Miffed! Thought all day that I was missing out on one of the true highlights of the trip – the Orphans Party. Apparently it began about 10AM and the people were waiting for me while I waited for a ride. A group met our car and danced ahead of us to the school. So amazing! A huge community gathering with local dignitaries, citizens, and students. I was ushered to pray a prayer of dedication & blessing at the almost-finished spring protection project and city waterline project. Then I had to sign the school guestbook (something very important to them). I took my seat under the tent and the festivities began. Speeches, musical numbers, dancing, drama, more speeches. The orphans I found out had been there all day without eating. Though I had prepared much to say, I abbreviated my comments greatly for their sake. Afterward the orphans were called by name and each was given a pre-packaged bag containing their newly-sewn outfits and other donated things. They were then given cookies and a soda – Christmas morning! After that we fed them a big meal with great variation – Thanksgiving! So much food had been bought by FCC donations and prepared that after all the orphans were fed, we fed other children in attendance. As darkness quickly fell, and serving bowls ran low, nothing short of chaos began! Children pressed against us frantic to get a serving of anything. We literally created human blockades and shouted for them to back up and follow some form of order & organization. Futile! Truly one of the saddest things I’ve ever witnessed in my life. The deputy school master called an official end to the feeding, we dropped our ladles and fought back waves of sadness over what we just experienced. In the darkness we were glad to receive a ride from Pastor Peter Aquilla (Nairobi) to Tricia’s house where we ate something. Appetite slowly coming back, but not risking it. Moderation! My suit is looser. Anthony’s brother Engosi drove us Golf people to the hotel. Church tomorrow. Last Sunday in Kenya. Raining & muddy.

July 31, 2011 – 10:45PM – Golf Hotel – Kakamega:
Got to church this morning an hour and a half late! Nothing runs on time here. Hakuna! I spoke on Jesus healing the invalid at Solomon’s Colonnade (John 5). Afterward we changed clothes and baptized several at the local river. I shared a brief baptism teaching (Philip & the Ethiopian – appropriate!) and prayed. We baptized people with great joy, including a recently converted Muslim! Also to our great joy, Sylvia was baptized by Jen. So happy for her. Answered prayer. I was soaked! Joseph, our driver, took us back to the Golf to shower and eat. Then he took us to the crusade. When we got there, they had already been praising & dancing for at least an hour and a half! I preached on the Cross as Polycap interpreted. Began pouring rain. People quickly left, but several men gave their lives to Jesus. We prayed for them as the rain fell. After I scrambled to the waiting van. So saddened I wasn’t able to say goodbye to Pastor Patrick or the Nairobi team – only Polycap. The mission aspect of the trip officially ended. Exhausted & exhilarated. Went back to the Golf and packed. Leaving at 4AM. By the way, I tried my first Kenyan simosa for dinner. Safe & delicious! Of course washed down with Fanta.

August 1, 2011 – 10:15PM – Nakuru:
Against all odds, Joseph and the van were there at 4AM! We loaded up and drove to Eldoet to exchange to a bigger van. I love western Kenya! So scenic. The sights of people and animals are captivating. Enjoyed wonderful praise & worship i-phone music on the long drive. Got to Nakuru and checked in at a nice Catholic-owned/run retreat center. Rooming with Mark. After ordering lunch to-go (a chicken? Sandwich & greasy fries) we went to the Lake Nakuru preserve. Huge! Beautiful! Before going in a monkey chased Jeanette and jumped in the car with Nicholas! We all howled! Inside the park we saw every animal imaginable – including (at the end) two amorous lions! So fantastic to see them in the wild. So glad we did this. Had dinner at the retreat center afterward as a team. Prayed and bid farewell to Sylvia.

August 2, 2011 – 11:55PM – Swiss International Airlines A330:
After breakfast we checked-out of the retreat center and Joseph drove us souvenir shopping in Nakuru. Played hardball with a shop owner and got my last souvenir. Some of the girls are amazing hagglers – namely Malissa & Zoey! They were literally banned from the store. The ruthless store owner met his match! We then drove to Nairobi. Horrible traffic! Ranks right up there with SF traffic. Eventually we got to the famous Carnivore restaurant. Anthony & Tricia and the kids & Pastor Polycap & Ann met us there. Awesome eating experience! Exotic cuts of meat served and cut right onto your plate – as much as you can eat. Ate camel, crocodile, ostrich, and a part of the ox I won’t mention! Great atmosphere! So glad that we ended this way as a team. We treated our driver Joseph to dinner and gave him a monetary gift of appreciation. He was wonderful. With our flight-time closing in, we choked down dessert and raced to the arirport. There we said our goodbyes. Unorthodox check-in and security, but we navigated it all together. Flying the Swiss carrier for the first time. Great airlines! We’ll fly all night and wake up in Zurich!

August 3, 2011 – 12:50PM – Frankfurt Airport:
Woke up this morning (seat 40A) flying over the Adriatic Sea – the lights of the Italian coast to my left! Beautiful view. After landing in Zurich, we took a Lufthansa 737 here to Frankfurt. Taken by bus from plane to terminal. Delayed a couple of hours. Not my first 747 delay in this airport. My last one was in 1974! The longest leg of the entire trip awaits us – Frankfurt to San Francisco non-stop – 11 ½ hours! Bought a few sodas, a fruit cup, and a pen here at the airport to update my journal. What a trip! We’re all so tired, yet so glad we came. Can’t wait to see Chelle and the kids. I’ve missed them all/each so much. We met all of our mission objectives and more! We saw 2,268 make decisions to follow Jesus. We were inspired and inspirational. We loved on orphans and it was amazing. I made life-long friendships and grew so close to our team. Thank you Jesus! Kenya 2013? We’ll see – if He wills.

'Go' with One Mind and Voice - Kenya Trip Itinerary

2011-07-18T11:02:00.000-07:00

Jambo!

Several of you have promised us as Kenya team members that you will be praying diligently for us. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts! Likewise, several have requested the opportunity to pray speficically for us daily. With that treasured request in mind, I'm sharing with you our daily itinerary. Please pray that the spirit of our mission passage - Romans 15:5-6 - would permeate every aspect of our journey for God's glory!

Tuesday, July 19 - Depart US to Kenya

Wednesday, July 20 - Arrive in Nairobi

Thursday, July 21 - Supply shopping in Nairobi, Drive to Kakamega, Visit Rift Valley, Lunch in Nakuru, Dinner at Gold Hotel (Kakamega)

Friday, July 22 - Shisasari school visit & introductions, Kakamega Rain Forest, Crying Stone

Saturday, July 23 - House-to-House visits, Evangelism

Sunday, July 24 - Church in Shisasari, Evangelism

Monday, July 25 - Thursday, July 28 - Medical outreach, Spring protection project, House-to-House, Vacation Bible School, Evangelism Crusade (nightly)

Friday, July 29 - Visit Kisumu, Spring protection project, Pastor's Meeting, Drama rehearsal, Evangelism crusade

Saturday, July 30 - Orphans Party (big meal, distribution of dresses, shorts, & Bibles), Drama presentation

Sunday, July 31 - Church in Shisasari, Baptism service (river), Evangelism crusade

Monday, August 1 - Lake Nakuru, Travel to Nairobi, Dinner at Carnivore Restaurant

Tuesday, August 2 - Souvenir shopping in Nairobi, Depart for the US

Wednesday, August 3 - Arrive in San Francisco

Thank you to all of you from Florida to California who sewed dresses and shorts for orphans, sent generous donations, shared words of encouragement, prayed, and donated your time and resources to this worthy cause to help the 'least of these'. We're taking each of you to Africa in our hearts.

Mungu Awabariki! (God Bless You)

Pastor's Perspective - Getting What She Deserved

2011-07-08T09:51:00.000-07:00

She’s not getting what she deserves!

I’ve heard that animated sentiment a lot the last few days regarding the ‘not guilty’ verdict handed down to Casey Anthony. If you’re one of three people in America unfamiliar with her case, she is a young Florida mother accused of taking her young daughter’s life in 2008. Through a lot of circumstantial evidence and unusual behavior on Casey’s part after the child went missing, we all thought her guilt was a slam-dunk. However, the judicial system ran its course and twelve jurors acquitted her of the severest charges against her. Casey Anthony will be released within the next couple of weeks.

Personally, as a current events junkie, I was shocked by the verdict. I had been following the trial diligently and truly believed that the prosecution had a strong case. Since I’ve never met anyone connected to the case, all I really know is what I’ve seen and read. Like most of you, I believe that she was directly involved in what happened to her daughter. Therefore, the thought that someone blessed and entrusted to love and protect an innocent child, harmed that child and somehow got away with it is simply unsettling. As a Christian, in times like this, I can rest in and trust a more accurate and thorough judicial process is at work. Absolutely nothing escapes God.

Justice and the desire for it are qualities we share with our Creator. Without ever being taught to appreciate justice, we all have an innate desire to promote it, police it and protect it. Therefore, when someone appears to elude it, we frenzy. In other words, it is angering and scandalous for the clearly guilty to be declared ‘not guilty’.

Grace is scandalous.

The cross is scandalous.

Though the name Casey Anthony will always spark a visceral debate regarding her possible or probable guilt, there is one thing proven beyond a shadow of a doubt - I’m guilty!

I’m a murderer.

Jesus said to be maliciously angry with a brother is to invite divine judgment (Matthew 5:22)

I’m an adulterer.

Jesus said to look at a woman lustfully is to commit adultery with her in my heart (Matthew 5:28).

I’ve stolen, lied, and broken the lion’s share of God’s clearly identified commandments.

Simply put, I’m not sure if Casey is guilty or not, but I know I am.

Yet, in and through God’s grace offered to all of us through the completed redemptive work of Christ’s crucifixion, I’ve been declared ‘Not Guilty’; not by my good works but by His!

“Casey is not getting what she deserves.”

Maybe not.

Scandalously, I didn’t get what I deserved.

That, dear friends, is the beauty of the gospel.

Kenya Trip Article in Daily Republic

2011-06-24T15:12:00.000-07:00

The following article was just published today in the local Fairfield newspaper the Daily Republic. Great thanks to reporter Ian Thompson for his work.

Prayers and donations are gladly accepted.

SUISUN CITY — The small sign greeting people as they leave the First Christian Church’s parking lot reads “You are entering the mission field.”
On July 19, 13 members of the Suisun City congregation will extend their mission of helping the less fortunate halfway around the world to a small village in western Kenya.
Pastor Steve Kiefer will be one of those going, putting into practice their belief that it is the work of Christians to take care of those in need both in the local community of Suisun City and far away in a small Kenyan village such as Shisisari.
The mission’s genesis occurred when Trisha and Anthony Isayi came from Kenya to settle in Suisun City and joined the First Christian Church of Suisun City five years ago.
Anthony Isayi’s story of his village’s extreme poverty and his need to help moved the other parishioners, particularly to help the population of 250 HIV orphans “who didn’t even have enough nourishment to go to school,” Kiefer said.
His village, Shisisari, is located in western Kenya not that far from Lake Victoria.
The Isayi family was already making efforts on their own to help by forming a nonprofit group called Operation Orphans International.
With the help of First Christian, they created a daily feeding program for the orphans “to make sure they have a good breakfast and lunch, and make sure they have a good education,” Keifer said.
Four years ago, Michelle Kiefer and their daughter Emma Kiefer went to Shisisari and saw the extreme need for themselves.
“For most of the orphans, the only clothes they had were their school uniforms and a lot of the children had boils. They were well fed only because we were feeding them for the past year,” Michelle Keifer said.
The schoolhouse was “a run-down, one-story building with classrooms with dirt floors,” according to Michelle Kiefer.
The primary mission of Michelle Kiefer’s two-week trip was to establish a rapport with the people, meet the orphans personally and to let the village know that First Christian’s assistance will be a continuing mission to help them.
While there, Michelle Kiefer was able to work with Engineers Without Borders to start building a well, lay concrete in some of the classrooms and put new tin roofs on some areas of the school.
On July 19, a 13-person team from the church that included Trisha and Anthony Isayi are returning to the village with clothes for all of the orphans, sports equipment and medical supplies to do vaccinations.
“The team is using vacation time and are digging deep into their pockets for the financial costs. I am so very proud of these people,” Steve Kiefer said.
Anthony Isayi left Thursday after ensuring each member of the team will be carrying one of the boxes of clothes when they leave for Kenya in an effort to cut down on shipping costs.
The clothes, dresses and shorts, were made by parishioners both here and from a parish in Florida
During his own packing Anthony Isayi stated he got part of his own education as a youth from the Peace Corps and took the goal of educating Kenya’s youth as his own. A large part of his reason for coming to America was to work as an informal ambassador for Kenya and help his homeland.
The July mission’s top project is getting the village a safe, fresh water source, according to Steve Kiefer.
Villagers presently draw water from springs “where mud and animals are causing people to get very sick,” Steve Kiefer said.
The plan is to improve and protect two springs for human use only and leave a third one for animal use.
One of the mission members will also be vaccinating all of the orphans as well as about 1,000 other people in the community.
“We will also be conducting a regional soccer tournament to foster good will and to offset some of the political fracturing in the region,” Steve Kiefer said.
The mission will also assess the needs for future groups with the goal of returning in 2013 with an even larger contingent.
Steve Kiefer stated all the effort to meet the needs of such a village so far away is part of the basic bedrock of why his congregation exists.
He states it is the work of Christians to take care of those in need both in the local community of Suisun City and far away in a small Kenyan village such as Shisisari.
“It is something that we can do and we believe honors God,” Steve Kiefer said.

Pastor's Perspective - Dude, Your Mic is On!

2011-06-22T14:09:00.001-07:00

Dude, your mic is on!

Recently anunidentified Southwest Airlines pilot on a flight from Austinto San Diegobegan ranting to his co-pilot about flight attendants he had flown with onrecent flights. With beep-worthy expletives, he unashamedly bashed fellowin-flight employees regarding their age, sexual orientation and weight. Hisfoul-mouthed tirade was heard all over Texasair space due to a stuck-open mic! For over two minutes, Houston air traffic controllers could notcommunicate with other planes, because this captain’s rant dominated the radiofrequency. A Southwest official stated that he was “deeply saddened” by thepilot’s “inexcusable language”, and that the pilot was currently groundedwithout pay.

This recent newsstory is a reminder that as humans - all of our mics are on!

Whether we want themto or not, people are listening to us. They are listening intentionally orunintentionally to every word we say. Not only do they hear every verb andnoun, they also hear every exclamation mark and attitude behind it.

It is proven thatcareless words can initiate illness, destroy the best of relationships, distortpersonalities and even cause war. A Ginsu knife is not the only thing thatslices and dices!

The Bible says manythings about our words . We are told that the power of life and death are inour words. We read that the words we use are the overflow of what we allow inour heart. That our words are fickle, praising God one moment and cursing Hischildren the next. James tells us that the tongue’s potential damage isimmeasurable and untamable, and that it is a fire demonically fueled.

Knowing that our micsare stuck open, is there anything we can do to prevent regrettable red-facedsituations?

My best advice is todeal with your words before them go public!

Before a revealingand potentially damaging sentence is spoken, it is an internalized thought.While it is still in the deep recesses of your cranium, ask yourself threeimportant questions:

Is what I’m about tosay verifiably true? (Or is it just gossip or hearsay?)

Is what I’m about toshare needful? (Does this person really need to hear this?)

Is what I’m about toshare kind and edifying? (Will this lift-up or tear-down?)

If what you are aboutto say fails to fit cleanly through even one of those question-filters, my bestadvice - swallow it!

Remember, each of uswith the fruit of the Spirit called ‘self-control’ have the ability to run this3-question checklist, no matter how emotionally stirred-up we might be in themoment.

Friends, it’s betterto swallow it than be grounded by it. Just ask a certain pilot.

Pastor's Perspective - Nothing Even Comes Close

2011-06-14T10:40:00.000-07:00

I was so blessed this morning to read thisFacebook entry by our Tricia Isayi, co-founder of Operation OrphansInternational – “We spent the day yesterday packing boxes of clothesfor Kenya.We completely filled eight boxes with 50 pounds of clothes. The orphan kids inShisasari are going to be the best dressed!!! We still have medical suppliesand new dresses, shorts, and shirts. Thanks for all of these blessings.”

Bill Hybels in hisbook ‘Courageous Leadership’ conveys the following powerful truths – “The localchurch is the hope of the world…Whatever the capacity for human suffering, thechurch has a greater capacity for healing and wholeness…There is nothing likethe local church when it’s working right…No other organization on earth is likethe church. Nothing even comes close.”

Over the course ofthe last several months, women and children attending two congregations 3,000miles apart, have been serving selflessly in tandem to sew new clothes forapproximately 250 HIV-affected orphans 10,000 miles away in remote western Kenya.The wonderful ladies of First Christian Church in Wauchula, Florida(onefamilyonefocus.com), my former ministry, joined our vision and efforts hereat First Christian Church in Suisun City, California, and the result is justanother priceless example of what God can do through His Bride for ‘the leastof these’. These beautiful dresses and shorts sets will be personally deliveredby our team of fifteen next month – all compliments of Jesus.

Huge thanks goes toeveryone who sat smiling behind a sewing machine from sea to shining sea,motivated by the thought of smiling orphans and a smiling Savior. There isnothing like the local church when it’s working right. Nothing even comesclose!

Pastor's Perspective - Grab a Blanket!

2011-06-09T14:28:00.000-07:00

Is it me, or are weseeing a spike in influential people doing foolish things on the nationalstage? From current congressmen, to former governors and presidentialcandidates, to star entertainers, to mega-church pastors, and sports heroes,there is no famine of over-exposed celebrities falling into our headlines. Itseemed at one time people ascended into the national spotlight, but nowadaysthe descending get water cooler prominence from sea to shining sea.

Since Eden we’ve all fallen – noexceptions. Simply put, fallen people fall. Some fall very loudly andpublically. In a highly-connected society where we’re all carrying camerasdisguised as mobile phones, documented falleness is everywhere around us. It isthe stuff of checkout line magazines and sensationalized television. Thesaddest indictment is not that fallen people fall; the saddest indictment andcommentary is that we like it! There is something fallen in us that enjoysother people falling – especially those who enjoy a certain slice of celebrity.

What is it? Do wesomehow feel justified in our own falleness by the carnal publicized misstepsof others? Does it make us feel like we’re somehow better, or at least, as goodas? To quote the prophet Frank, regrets, we’ve had a few. So why do we relishin the downward spiral of others and engage in rock-throwing? As Christians, howshould we respond and react to such head-wagging headlines?

One of the manythings I love about the Bible is its honesty. It shares inspiring acts offaith, and, it shares embarrassing episodes alike, reminding us that it is abook about real people for real people. One of those embarrassing episodes isfound in the story of Noah. In Genesis we read that when there were only eightpeople on the entire planet, one of them had a regrettable red-faced moment!After being used by God to preserve mankind, following the great flood, Noahplanted a vineyard. From his harvest he made wine, got drunk, and passed outnaked in his tent. Personally, I have seen the ‘Noah and the Ark’theme used in baby nurseries all across America; but I have never seen‘Inebriated Noah’ in junior’s first bedroom!

The Almighty used afaithful human being to help save mankind; yet, Noah was fallen and didsomething regrettable, something embarrassing, something uncharacteristic. Canyou relate? Do you have a similar story? Ever worn the lampshade?

One son saw hisfather in this less-than-patriarchal state on the tent floor, snickered, andwent to announce it to his brothers. In essence he Facebooked it, Tweeted it,and made it story one in the ‘Mount AraratGazette’! He couldn’t wait to share with others the poor decision his fatherhad made. Later, Noah pronounced a curse on him for attempting to augment analready bad situation.

When the other two brothersheard about their father’s condition, they deliberately took a blanket andbacked into his tent and covered his nakedness, refusing to look at their dadin that disgraced state. They in turn were blessed by their father afterward.

Friends, we’ve allbeen Noah. Likewise, we’ve all been his discovering son. We all have thingswe’re proud of and not-so proud of in our pasts. Some things honored God. Manyother things didn’t. We’ve also been the first one privy to juicy informationabout the poor choices of others.

In those moments whenothers are clearly guilty, exposed, caught, embarrassed and vulnerable, asChristians, let’s back into the tent! I’m not suggesting covering-up sin, butinstead, not perpetuating it for the carnal appetite and satisfaction ofothers. Our sinfulness cost Jesus Christ His very life. Why would we want tocelebrate it in others?

So, when prominentpeople fall, put down the bullhorn, pray for them and their families and grab ablanket!

Special 'Go' Opportunity

2011-05-18T12:31:00.000-07:00

As many of you local Suisun City folks know, a tragic accident occurred in our community this past Monday. Lawrence Smith (41) lost his life. He left his wife of 15 years, Damaris, and five children, ranging in ages from 6-14. Needless to say, the family is devastated by this loss, and are mourning deeply for their beloved husband and father.

The Suisun Police Department, under the compassionate leadership of Chief Ed Dadisho, Commander Tim Mattos, and Chaplain Rick Stonestreet, want to provide more for this young struggling family than condolences. The police department wants to begin a program of loving and compassionate outreach to those in our community thrust in to these harsh situations, in junction with faith-based organizations like FCC.

Until we brainstorm and create this response, the family of Lawrence Smith is currently in need of acute care. This is where I’m counting on you!

If you are willing to provide and deliver a meal to this family, please email Chaplain Rick Stonestreet at the following email addresses: pstonestreet@sbcglobal.net, rickstonestreet@yahoo.com and pastor@cbcf.net. Chaplain Stonestreet is currently scheduling those willing to help by providing meals delivered by 5:45PM. **Special Note: Due to allergies, the meal cannot contain peanuts or seafood. You are welcome to purchase a meal from a restaurant or eatery, or prepare it yourself.

As Christ’s local ambassadors, let’s seize this opportunity to rise up and ‘Go’ for the glory of His name.

I LoveYou & I’m Proud of You FCC!

In the Fight,

Steve Kiefer
Lead Pastor
First Christian Church
1stchristianchurch.org

Pastor's Perspective - Smokey and the Bandit Conversion

2011-04-25T10:40:00.000-07:00

Sometimes before I begin to teach/preach, and I have a lot of information to cover, I'll label it a 'Smokey and the Bandit teaching' - ie. I have a long way to go and a short time to get there!

I was thrilled to read this amazing conversion experience today shared by lead pastor Perry Noble at New Spring Church in South Carolina. This true life story from this past weekend only proves that God can not be limited to sweet and conventional evangelistic formulas only! This praise report proves that He'll use the 'foolish' things of the world to confound the wise. Enjoy!

I just received an email that absolutely blew me away…

This year for our Easter services one of my opening illustrations was taken from the movie “Smokey and the Bandit.” I talked about how in 1977 that I really wanted the Trans Am that was in that movie…and thought that if I could have it then I would never want anything else again.

Anyway, a family had been inviting a friend of theirs to NewSpring for three years and he finally came to a service last night. (Don’t EVER give up on people!!!) He did not pray to receive Christ during the service…HOWEVER…

On the way home he was listening to the radio and “East Bound & Down” by Jerry Reed (The theme song for “Smokey & the Bandit”) came on! When that happened he pulled his car over on the side of the road and surrendered his life to Christ!

Pastor's Perspective - Airtrafficsnoozeophobia

2011-04-14T11:17:00.000-07:00

Do you have a fear of flying?

If you do, the official name for that fear is ‘aerophobia’. For many people this is a real challenge. However, just when you thought that phobia was daunting enough – now you can add ‘airtrafficsnoozeophobia’!

If like me you’re a fan of current events, you know that in recent weeks, several air traffic controllers throughout the United States have lost their positions for sleeping on the job. While planes filled with passengers circle over head, the personnel trained to guide them safely are using their radar screens as pillows.

All of us as ‘real people’ understand the reality of fatigue, fighting to stay awake when we need to be alert. However, in an area so vital to the wellbeing of so many, this regrettable rash of instances is drawing immediate (and yes embarrassing) national attention and governmental response, including not only the terminations of the dozing controllers themselves, but also higher-ups with the FAA.

I don’t know about you, but I sleep very well on planes. I’m not sure if the hum of the engines, the boredom of transcontinental flying, or the sweet and seldom opportunity to just sleep, make it part of what I do. Up until these recent news stories, I always just assumed that I was in good and competent hands. Though sitting in a seat seven miles up in the air traveling 500 mph is a rather odd dynamic I must admit, I always rest knowing that I will safely arrive at my destination. However, this is a vivid reminder that behind even state-of-the art aviation and science, stands….um…lies..humanity, in all its inconsistency and weakness.

The psalmist tells us in 121:4 that God never slumbers or sleeps. Put this way, He is always alert and available when we need him on our journey called life. When we’re taking off, He’s available. When we’re cruising along routinely and uneventfully, He’s there. When our life’s flight is in ‘landing phase’, He’s alert and present – never out of contact.

God conveyed this comforting truth through the prophet Jeremiah, “Call to me and I will answer you and tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.’ (33:3)

Isn’t it awesome to know that the Lord is always available to listen, to guide us, and to comfort us any time of the day or night?

Call to Him. He’ll always answer.

Pastor's Perspective - The Sweet Scent of Service

2011-04-07T13:04:00.001-07:00

My very first impression of him?

Very pachydermy!

I’ll never forget meeting our youth pastor Chad Ward for the very first time. Michelle and I were flown out to northern California the summer of 2004 for our ‘try-out weekend’. We were driven directly from the Sacramento Airport to a gathering of church folks waiting to greet us, feed us and sweetly interrogate us. Chad was one of those people. He had come to the reception directly from his part-time job as an elephant trainer at (then) Marine World. As I shook his hand vigorously, a certain unmistakable scent rose from his uniform and permeated our meeting. Elephants never forget; and I’ll never forget meeting this kind and gregarious young man for the first time. Though a bit pungent at the very beginning, my impressions of Chad Ward have only grown sweeter over the years.

Throughout our time serving the Lord together, I have continued to grow in my love, admiration and appreciation for Chad. He is a deeply dedicated family man who loves God with the entirety of his heart. Long before FCC heard of this Florida boy, Chad and his wife Michela were serving faithfully here. In our tenure together, he has shown me continually that he is devoted to the young people of this congregation and its mission. Repeatedly he and his family have selflessly reached out to people in need with the kindness of Christ, without announcing it with trumpet blasts. Their humble consistency has inspired many and has made an indelible and immeasurable impact. For years he has taught and led students in fun and creative ways toward lives of devotion to Jesus Christ. Believe me, behind his contagious playfulness is a heart of steadfast dedication.

During the last year, Chad has been presented with many harsh and daunting personal challenges; things that would test the most faithful among us. Yet, Chad has persevered, and overcome, never letting go of God’s guiding hand; and in the process, setting a rich example for the church he so dearly loves.

Chad recently asked us as elders to find a replacement for him, so that he might dedicate himself more fully to his dear young family. So, we have been prayerfully seeking the Lord as church leaders to direct us into the next chapter of youth ministry here at FCC. We believe that there is someone even more dedicated to students here in the church - the Lord Himself. He will faithfully direct us in a way that will keep Chad’s dream for teens alive. In that we’re supremely confident.

Much to our joy, the Ward family will continue to worship and serve the Lord with us here at FCC. We’ll continue to utilize Chad’s passion, giftedness and experienced insight not only for the youth, but for the continued health of the Body.

So, to Chad, Michela, Noah, Naomi and Jonah, a grateful congregation says, “Thank you”, “We love you” and “Well done!” Your service has left a sweet scent.

Pastor's Perspective - $31.17

2011-03-29T12:37:00.001-07:00

Several years ago, a young family man in the church shared with me his vision and desire to reach back and help the hurting HIV-affected orphans in the community he was raised. As Anthony passionately spoke, his cause resonated with me as one that needed to manifest in rural Kenya. My wife Michelle and I spoke about his dream later that day and agreed to send him a check – a check to a ministry that didn’t currently exist! The amount of money was meager according to worldly standards, but according to Anthony, it helped bring an abstract ministry into reality. Simply put, Anthony couldn’t give it back; so it forced him to go forward and with God’s grace create a non-profit organization. Sneaky? Maybe. But it worked!

This past Sunday evening, my family and I were driving to rainy Suisun to spend some time with some dear families from the church. Our soon-to-be teen Emma without warning reached forward from her seat and handed me some cash. “Daddy, I want this to help the people in Japan.” It was money she had saved. A few minutes later, Lily (9) handed me the only money she had in the world, four dollars. “Me too Daddy. Give this to the people in the earthquake.” About two minutes passed before a crisp five dollar bill from their recent birthday was passed from the very back seat from our twins Sam and Abi (11). “This is from us for Japan. Half each.” Needless to say, my heart was bursting with joy, deeply moved by an unanticipated and unsolicited generosity from a few children touched by the need of a staggering country.

Last night, after our community group, Lily walked into my bedroom and gave me a red ‘no slip’ sock (courtesy of North Bay Medical) filled with loose change she had intentionally foraged from our vehicles, our dressers and various places around the house. “Here you go Daddy! More money for Japan.”

So, today in my office, I’ve got a red sock containing $31.17, that my kids want to be used to help Japan! Huh, so this is what Anthony felt.

We in FCC leadership have been looking for a way to help Japan; and honestly, the very last thing on my radar is giving my kids their money back! So beloved here’s the game plan. This Sunday (April 3) at the end of both services, we’ll have the plates out and available as folks exit the sanctuary. If you’d like to participate and add to the kid’s offering, please do so. All money collected will go directly and immediately to Samaritan’s Purse, a high-impact ministry already making big relief strides on the ground in Japan.

Jesus said that unless we become like little children we can not enter the kingdom of Heaven. Let’s follow the generous example of some children, and in the process honor our Lord while help the hurting.

Pastor's Perspective - This Generation

2011-03-23T09:31:00.001-07:00

You, LORD, reign forever; your throne endures from generation to generation. - Lamentations 5:19

Just an encouraging reminder that God is alive and well and reigning over this generation!

Talking about generations, did you know that according to the Barna Research Group, only 6 percent of people who are not Christians by the age of eighteen will become Christians later in life? This statistic is alarming, sobering and indeed challenging!

Our Kingdom Kids Ministry needs volunteers immediately. With our current dedicated nucleus of childrens workers expecting babies, going on vacations and missions trips, etc, our ability to provide the children of the church specialized ministry during the summer is in question. The bottom-line: We need you!

This is our year to 'Go' - to stretch, to risk, to try, to leave our comfort zones in the rear view mirror. Please contact Maria Paluck at mjpaluck@yahoo.com today to explore opportunities.

The window of receptivity to Christ closes dramatically by 18 years-old.

What are you willing to do about it?

Go!

Pastor's Perspective - Real Help & Real Hope

2011-03-04T11:07:00.000-08:00

Five years ago our congregation helped create a non-profit outreach ministry (Operation Orphans International) to begin a daily feeding program for the approximately 250+ HIV/AIDS orphans attending the Shisasari Primary School in Kakamega, Kenya. During the years we have been blessed to expand feeding the orphans twice daily to give them the best opportunity to survive and acquire an education. Likewise a few months ago we helped raise the funds necessary to create a fresh water protection project near the school to reduce the water-borne diseases these children and this entire community are experiencing.

This summer I will be personally traveling to Kenya for a variety of very exciting opportunities. These include: inspecting & dedicating the spring water project; conducting hygiene training; refurbishing & building classrooms; medical outreach (we’re taking two RNs from FCC); open-air crusades; vacation bible school & dramas; distribution of Bibles; regional soccer tournament to promote goodwill; pastoral house visits; distributing new dresses & shorts to our orphans our FCC ladies are currently making; pastoral training, and more. My role specifically will be to investigate the possibility of planting a church in the community, encouraging local pastors, preaching in public venues in the region, and touching as many people as possible in twelve days with the Gospel of peace.

If my blog or ministry has in any way been a blessing to you, would you prayerfully consider helping me in a couple of ways?

First, you can directly help my team and I by praying for us, that we might make a bright Kingdom difference in this region of eastern Africa. We are expecting a lot of spiritual warfare, so your intercession is an immeasurable and appreciated blessing!

Second, you can directly help us financially. We need donations for medical supplies, a 1,000 bibles in Swahili, and audio equipment and other supplies to conduct several outdoor evangelistic worship/preaching services. If you can help me, please make your check payable to: First Christian Church. It is important to write in the ‘memo’ section: Missions Team/Steve Kiefer (Kenya). Our mailing address is: First Christian Church, Attn: Missions Team, 199 Marina Blvd, Suisun City, CA 94585. All donations are tax-deductible.

Allow me to thank you in advance from the bottom of my heart for helping us bring real help and real hope to ‘the least of these’ in Kenya! I look forward to reporting back to you upon my return of all that will be accomplished for Christ’s glory.

Pastor's Perspective - Step Out Of Your Tent!

2011-02-23T16:20:00.000-08:00

Step out of your tent!

Recently while teaching my mid-week study, we read and talked about the beauty and intentionality of God’s interaction with a man named Abram (later to become Abraham). We marveled at how as the Lord began to call Abram’s name, He did so with great gentleness and sensitivity. His plan for this man was immense and prolific, yet, God did not give him vivid details upfront. Instead, the Almighty gave Him his promises in ever-increasing clarity to prevent overwhelming the aged desert dweller.

The Bible tells us that God’s strength is manifested in our weakness; that His glorious abilities are highlighted in our inabilities. So, is it any wonder that the Creator would hand-select an infertile geriatric couple to begin an entire nation – a special people belonging to Himself?

To bring His plan into focus and begin unraveling Abram’s destiny, God took him on a very short fieldtrip. Genesis 15:5 tells us that, “He (God) took him outside and said, “Look up at the heavens and count the stars – if indeed you can count them.” Then He said to him, “So shall your offspring be.” Talk about a ‘wow’ moment! And instead of turning God’s divine objective into Swiss cheese, the Word tells us Abram believed the Lord, and the Lord credited it to him as righteousness.

What stuck heavily with me was this simple observation. There are things that God wants to show us and teach us, but we have to be willing to leave the tent. In other words, Abram couldn’t see the Lord’s plan and picture in his pop-up!

Throughout Scripture, Abraham never built a proper house for himself. Though he was a man of immense acquired wealth, he and Sarah always lived in tents. He spent a lot of time in them. Yet, it wasn’t until he stepped outside of his comfortable dwelling that he recognized God’s enormous plan for his life. The Lord had a big exciting picture for him he couldn’t see from within his tent.

Too often we in the Body of Christ settle for tent-living. When we first meet Jesus and experience the radical life He led and offers, the earth trembles, the walls fall, and the prison bars are open. Initially we live radically for the King of Kings. Yet, sadly, what was once a pacing lion oftentimes becomes a slumbering house cat. The fire in our belly slowly smolders and we are satisfied to warm ourselves with last night’s fading embers. We become domesticated. A purr replaces a roar. We gravitate spiritually to comfy and routine. We trade adventure for religion. We lose our first love, and hell no longer fears us. Simply put, we’re happy, secure, and settled inside our tents. We look up and we see safety – not stars – and we settle for safety!

At FCC we have designated 2011 as our year of ‘GO’ – a contagious revolution of motion. Collectively we realize that we can not discover and experience God’s plan and adventure for us until we courageously leave the tent. This means risk, discomfort, and faith-stretching. This means trying new things, experimenting, and being willing to fail.

Whoever you are and wherever you live and worship, please consider joining us in this endeavor to move, reach, touch and bless countless lives for Jesus Christ.

Want to experience God’s unmistakable voice and thrilling plan for your life again?

Step out of your tent!

Pastor's Perspective - Abi

2011-02-04T12:58:00.001-08:00

The first time I looked at her, I knew she was quite something and had quite something. In that case, over ten years ago, first impressions were not deceiving. I still feel that way about her.

Abigail (Abi) miraculously came into our lives when she and her ‘wombmate’ Samuel (Sam) were only six weeks old. She arrived into the world an entire 60 seconds before her twin, a documented fact she still enjoys reminding and chiding him about. In an attorney’s office in downtown Tampa I looked into her eyes for the very first time. (She, of all the children, has always looked the same.) Those big eyes looked back into mine and melted my heart and shook me to the core simultaneously – expressive eyes that somehow said, “Whoever you are, you better buckle your seatbelt.” Even then I knew she was amazingly special. She had something unique, a certain ‘it’, she brought into this life and has never lost.

She laughs unashamedly.
She sings loudly on pitch.
She gregariously makes friends without effort.
She has the confidence of a high-wire walker.
She hears something once and repeats it verbatim.
She plays and competes ridiculously hard.
She has a tender heart.
She can bust any dance move out there.
She never quits, and will practice something repeatedly alone until she nails it.
She annoys her siblings constantly.
She tests her mother and I continuously.
She offers endless supplies of love.
She can carry on a conversation with an adult for hours.
She plays the piano, swims like a fish, is a great student and keeps a messy room.
She is a beautiful, gifted, pulsating force.
As stated, Abi is quite something.

This Sunday morning Michelle and I will have the unparalleled joy and privilege of baptizing our little girl into Christ. And to her parents’ pride, we can add yet more descriptions.

She is forgiven.
She is a citizen of an eternal city where her name is written.
She is a princess of the Most High King.
She is an ambassador of love and grace.
She is a recipient of amazing grace.
She is saved.

Congratulations! We love you Abi.

Pastor's Perspective - Are You a 'Yes Man'?

2011-01-21T11:37:00.000-08:00

Are you a ‘Yes man’?

This past Wednesday during ‘Pie Club’, we began a verse-by-verse study of the great patriarchs Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. Our trek started in Genesis chapter twelve where God began his dialogue with a desert-dweller from Haran named Abram. The Almighty comes aggressively and unashamedly out-of-the-shoot with the verb “Leave”.

The audacity! Lord, this dude is seventy-five, and you’re calling him to pull up his tent pegs and begin a new chapter in his life. Lord, this guy and his wife have fertility issues, and you’re telling him that an entire ‘nation’ will come from his body. Lord, have you really thought this one through?! Then, just a few verses later, in a verse that begins with such simplicity we admittedly almost skipped right over it, we read - “So Abram left”.

God said “leave” “so Abram left”. God said “leave” “so Abram left”. We were reminded that God is God. He can do whatever He wants with whoever He wants whenever He wants without asking for our permission first!

Back in October I spent a few days alone with this same God in a cabin in the Sierra foothills. At the end of a very intense day encountering Him, I was exhausted and hungry for a spoonful of levity. I found in my friends’ cabin a dvd featuring the very funny Jim Carrey called ‘Yes Man’. If you haven’t seen it, the story is about a young urbanite living a very safe life doing a very safe job. Simply put, he had become a slave to his routine. His fun-loving friends invited him constantly to come out of his shell and live it up, but he gravitated toward what was comfortable and predictable. Later, he found himself at a seminar where a new age guru of sorts was gathering an inspired following by preaching the message of “Yes”. That instead of saying “no” to everything, Carey’s character should force himself to say “yes” and watch how exciting frontiers open! He does and his life changes radically in some very funny ways.

In 2011, as we launch ‘go.’ at First Christian, I’m preaching a very similar message by challenging our ‘real people’ to say “No” less and to say “Yes!” more to the many opportunities and open doors the Lord is presenting us. Like Abram, God-pleasing faith and obedience can not happen until we are willing to leave comfort, safety, predictability and routine. In other words, lives dictated by safety are never inspiring tales.

All journeys begin with a willingness to leave. An adventure begins with the courage to go and leave familiar. Faith begins with taking the words ‘leave’ and ‘go’ seriously. Scripture tells us that without faith it is impossible to please God; but faith without motion (ie. leaving, going) is a goner.

Make up your mind to say “Yes” more in 2011! Trust more, worry less and shift your obedience into ‘Drive’. The Kingdom needs more ‘Yes men’!

Pastor's Perspective - 2011 Means go.

2010-12-30T20:36:00.000-08:00

On your mark.

Get set.

go.

In 2011 we at First Christian are getting intentional about motion. We realize and embrace that most of the people God created and loves are outside of our four walls.

The Lord is in the streets and neighborhoods. He’s already in our workplaces. He’s with the marginalized and discarded everywhere, beckoning His people to move, to come, to care, to go.

Our commitment is to embrace our calling as –

Restorers – people inspired to confront brokenness and give the world an authentic and inspiring glimpse of the redemption Christ will ultimately bring.

Artists – people made in His image sharing His creative attributes, desiring to add beauty in the world we live in His name and for His renown.

Our missional measurability is not in church growth, but Kingdom growth; not in ‘who’s here?’ , but ‘who’s missing?’; not in money kept, but money given away; not in God blessing us, but in us being a blessing to the world; not in trying to be anybody else in Kingdom, but instead being the people and church God intentionally created us to be.

go. is others.

go. is obedience.

go. is life.

Pastor's Perspective - What's Impossible?

2010-12-10T11:27:00.000-08:00

For nothing is impossible with God - Luke 1:37

What a comforting truth this angelic commentary must have been to a 'greatly troubled' Mary so long ago. Somehow the Word was going to become flesh. Some way the uncontainable was going to become a zygote. Mysteriously the One who cares for humanity would entrust Himself to humanity's care. The voice that spoke worlds into being would limit His vocabulary to coos and cries. Though her shock was immense and her understanding limited, by faith Mary trusted what Gabriel told her - that God can do whatever He wants, with whomever He wants, whenever He wants, without asking permission first! And a Galilean virgin simply responded, "May it be to me as you have said."

Wow.

This Christmas, do you believe that God can do the "impossible" in your life? In your marriage? In your family? In your circumstances? In your church? In your witness and service for Him?

Remember! "Impossible" is only in our vocabulary.

Pastor's Perspective - An Odd Baby Gift

2010-12-02T09:22:00.000-08:00

A Sunday School teacher was telling her class of fourth-graders the Christmas story about the Three Wise Men bringing gifts to Baby Jesus. A little girl who had recently become the big sister of a brand-new baby brother said, “Well, I guess gold and all that stuff are all right, but I’ll bet Mary really wished somebody had brought some diapers!”

Although the time of the actual arrival of the Wise Men is debated among scholars, the gifts they brought the Christ child are clear. Most shocking and perplexing is the gift one had the audacity to bring – myrrh. In ancient times, myrrh was a fragrant lotion or anointment that was closely identified with death and the unpleasant practice of embalming. At a glance, this seemed to be quite a gift-giving disaster of judgment. What would Miss Manners say about bringing such a grisly gift to a young couple celebrating the arrival of their firstborn? Knit booties, yes. Embalming fluid, no! Yet, this unidentified traveler from the east delivered a gift that accurately identified the real reason the child had come in the first place - Jesus came to die.

Nothing stirs up more emotion in the human mind as the volatile mixture of children and death. Children are the manifestation of life, energy and vibrancy. The two do not mix. Young ones seemingly are impervious to peril. Our blood turns cold when we hear about a child dying – a life cut short. The grief is immeasurable. Yet, make no mistakes about it, the central figure of nativity scenes across Solano County came to die a death and pay a penalty none of us could pay – individually or collectively.

My challenge to you is to stop and look closely at the nativity scene gracing your living room or lawn. No, really look at it. Peer beyond the lowing cattle, the bowing shepherds, the regal magi, the smiling parents and the swaddling clothes. I challenge you to see the nativity scene for what it really is – a divine rescue – evidence of sin’s devastation – evidence of a God’s amazing grace and unfailing love. In the manger is not just the sweet cuddly fodder of Hallmark cards. It’s so much more! In Bethlehem’s manger lays your sins and mine, my salvation and yours.

Merry Christmas!

Thanksgiving 2010

2010-11-24T16:12:00.000-08:00

This Thanksgiving 2010, I’m grateful…

For a wife who still captivates me and lavishes and builds me with honor.

For children who draw in me fathomless depths of love, pride and joy.

For parents who in tandem expertly created colossal memories from miniscule words like ‘home’ and ‘family’.

For family members, near and far, who warm me in the ceaseless glow of belonging.

For friends who shimmer with loyalty and shower with levity.

For a congregation that faithfully and fearlessly embraces challenge and marches.

For a staff that reaches in with transparency, reaches up with expectancy, and reaches out with humility.

For an eternal Father who shepherds me.

For a risen Son who saved me.

For an indwelling Spirit who shapes me.

Simply put, I am a man rich beyond measure and blessed beyond human merit.

I’m grateful.

Pastor's Perspective - Spam, Pop Tarts & Life

2010-11-11T13:02:00.001-08:00

It was a carnival alright, but there wasn’t much splendor in it.

This past weekend the cruise ship Carnival Splendor left Long Beach filled with passengers ready for adventure and excitement. They got both! An engine room fire caused all power in the floating luxury hotel to be lost. In other words, no propulsion, no hot water, no air conditioning, no lights, no usable elevators (on a 9-deck boat), no hot food, no casino, and worst of all, no hot coffee! Imagine backed-up toilets, pitch black interior cabins, and nothing but cold food. According to news reports, Navy helicopters flew in nutritional substitutes for the much-anticipated and well-advertised steak and lobster – Spam and Pop Tarts!

Today six tug boats pulled the ship into harbor in San Diego. According to honeymooner Sabrina Klinge, “It was supposed to be this beautiful cruise and it turned into a nightmare.”

Ever feel like Sabrina?

You had life well-planned and vividly envisioned. Your future was to be an excursion-filled and exotic succession of scheduled arrivals and glamorous photo opportunities. You fantasized about who you would share life’s cruise with, the financial freedom and abundance you would have on board, and the seamless ease you would experience. Life was meant to be a tropical boat ride, marked by pampering, indulgence, recreation, beauty, relaxation, convenience, momentum and motion. But instead, something happened below decks – somewhere, somehow. A phone call, a diagnosis, a notice, a pink slip, a ‘Dear John’, a knock on the door, a tragic suddenly, a weather anomaly, a drunken swerve, a scandal exposed, a note on the counter and an empty closet. Life was to be sirloin, not Spam!

Been there?

What I have found in my 47 years is, life is filled with personal engine room fires, resulting in powerlessness, disillusionment, and a whole lot of drifting.

Many sweet and sincere Christians out there try to make things better, but in actuality only make things worse. In the midst of smoldering emotional and physical disability, we come running with our self-righteous confectionized clichés like, “You’re too blessed to be depressed!” How inhumane. How utterly goofy! Jesus never gave bumper sticker advice. Instead, I read that He stopped, He sat, He touched, and He even cried. So often, because of our own uneasiness, though well-intentioned, we simply say the wrong stuff. I’m reminded that before the cross-examination by Job’s friends, the Bible tells us that for a week they simply sat with him on the ground during his extreme suffering. I think we represent Christ best when we simply sit and say little – cry with instead of explain.

Friends, I hate to break it to you, but in the middle of suffering, we as believers don’t have all of the answers. So, stop trying to be clever and pragmatic; like that will somehow dissolve all of the pain we see all around us in the world. Our job is to simply be real, to show love, and just be there. Suffering people don’t need our, “I know exactly what you’re going through”s. What they need is to know that they are not drifting alone.

Simply put - There are no quick packaged answers for a hurting world. We are frankly incapable of providing the thorough forensic report of why certain tragedies happen, though we love to espouse our theories. Likewise, we are blinded to how long another’s suffering will last. The only true answer and hope we can offer those powerless, those being violently tossed on life’s cruel and towering waves, is the cross of Jesus Christ.

The cross is God’s epic remedy and clarion call to our fallen and chaotic planet – “I see you. I haven’t forgotten you. I know what you’re going through. I care more deeply than you’ll ever know. I have made a way for you to overcome and have hope and courage in this life, no matter what you’re going through. I’m with you. I’ll never leave you. There’s more. There’s better. Trust me. I won’t let you down. I won’t let you go. I love you. My Son’s death is the evidence of my love for you.”

For many here in Solano County, life has turned from a beautiful cruise into a nightmare. As the church – the living, breathing, reaching, touching manifested Body of Christ – let’s offer the drifting masses more than clichés and three steps on how to overcome cruises gone bad! Let’s offer them us - our presence. Let’s offer them what we have received by faith – the grace and hope that comes only from an old rugged cross.

Pastor's Appreciation

2010-10-28T15:23:00.000-07:00

I’m not sure if the same month we elevate ‘spooky’ and pastors has any connection! Typically, October is designated as ‘Pastor Appreciation Month’. I’m not sure where it began and how long it’s been around. Naturally, we as humans all like to be appreciated in some way or another now and then. Like most pastors I know, we believe we are divinely called to what we do, whether appreciated demonstratively or not. However, it does feel kinda warm and snuggly to know that what you pour your life into daily connects with somebody out there. We do what we do ultimately for the Lord and His glory, but a ‘That a boy’ now and then admittedly doesn’t hurt. We were people before we were ‘pastors’!

As I thought about ‘Pastor Appreciation Month’ 2010, I thought about the most overlooked and sometimes most undervalued and underappreciated demographic in our churches. Without this faithful group, there would be no pastor, much less a month to appreciate him in. That group I’m referring to is pastors’ wives. Clearly, without the continual love and prayers, encouragement, support and honest treasured advice from our spouses, we could never do what we do.

The Lord certainly knew what He was doing when He gave Michelle to me as my friend, wife, children’s mother, and cherished ministry partner. For years I’ve told so many, “I get the paycheck, but Chelle is the best minister in the family!” I believe that to be true even today. She not only is an amazing homeschooling mom of four, she runs our household with great efficiency, always has time for family and friends in need, juggles several ministry responsibilities at FCC seemingly effortlessly, and continues to be my greatest confidant and advisor. Over our many years together, she has proven time and time again that she is as reliable as the day is long. If there is anybody on this green garden planet who has my proverbial ‘back’, it’s my bride of almost seventeen years. She is my ‘Proverbs Thirty-One’ gal! Michelle will be the first to tell you, “I didn’t marry a preacher. I married a banker!” She’s right! However, her divine transformation from a banker’s wife in Tampa to a preacher’s wife in California has been her husband’s joy and sweetest gift, for which I will always be exceedingly grateful.

Simply put, anything appreciation-worthy this month is sweet – but must be shared. I could not do what I do without someone humbly and faithfully serving in the proverbial shadows. I know it, and I don’t acknowledge it nearly enough.

I once heard someone say, “Behind every great man is a great woman, laughing hysterically!” I’m certainly not a great man. Anything perceived as “great” is Christ in me. But one thing I do know, I have one great wife.

So, to all you amazing pastors’ wives out there, ‘Happy Pastor’s Appreciation Month!’ You’re the true heroes, and each congregation’s greatest blessings.

Pastor's Perspective - The Field of Solitude

2010-10-27T16:14:00.000-07:00

Last Sunday I shared a message titled ‘Four Fields’. You can give it a listen at 1stchristianchurch.org, then Media, then Podcasts. I told our rain-soaked faithful that in preparation for the palace, God slowly and intentionally developed David’s heart in the fields of solitude, obscurity, monotony and humility. Late last month, I was reminded of the importance of time spent with our heavenly Father in the field of solitude. Let me tell you about it.

One year ago this month, the Lord put it on my heart to do something I’ve always wanted to do – write a book. He not only gave me the biblical text to write from, but through my amazing congregation’s loving generosity, a laptop to write it on! Since then I have taken two excursions alone to some dear friends’ cabin home in the Sierra foothills. Last month was one of those getaways. My plan was to string together a few days of marathon writing. However, my first morning there, God reminded me that His plans are far greater in purpose, and trump mine every single time.

My first morning waking up was a glorious one. The temperature outside had dipped dramatically, and the sound of a chattering squirrel outside my bedroom window was a welcomed alarm from my typical one back in Fairfield. My game plan was a simple one – eat a quick bowl of cereal, drink a couple of cups of black coffee, grab a quick chapter out of the Old Testament, and commence to pecking. As I ate and read about the prophet Samuel’s unwavering dedication to the Lord, I sensed God’s unmistakable presence move in around me. I moved my bowl aside, and lowered my head to the dining room table, bracing myself in fear and reverence. Over the course of the next few minutes I began to share my heart with the Father in a trickle of confession, repentance and soul-yearning. Before I knew it, the trickle was a fast-running stream, and within minutes Niagara. If anyone would have come in during that time they would have thought ‘He’s coming apart!’ yet, in reality, God was putting me back together.

After what seemed like an eternity, I looked up at the three empty chairs around the table in which I was sitting. In an unanticipated moment and revelation, I began to envision the chairs being filled, each with a divine member of the holy Triune. I leaned across the table at the chair at the head of the table opposite myself and began speaking openly to God the Father specifically. I acknowledged His greatness, His creativity, His power, His love and grace in overwhelming adoration. Thankfulness rose up high and loud. My worship then turned into confession and transparency, with sobs of sorrow, pleadings of restoration and grace. I then looked at the chair to my left, God the Father’s right, and began verbalizing my love and appreciation for His cross, and my regret for making my life and ministry at times about anything other than His life-giving death and resurrection; then allowing the joy of His salvation to wash over me. After a long period of time, I turned to the chair on my right. I thanked Him for His leading, His invaluable place in the Trinity, and acknowledged how desperately I needed Him, all while asking Him to forgive me for the many times I had grieved His holy character. Many more things happened at that table, frankly too holy to describe.

A few times I tried to lift myself from the table, but to no avail. After each tear was cried, every sin confessed, every desire verbalized, and my heart was fully yielded, over three hours had flown by. At that point I didn’t want to leave that place, that table, that seat. And then it all hit me. Friends, it was so obvious that I gave voice to it – “Father? This isn’t about a book is it? You just wanted time with me.” At that beautiful truth Niagara rushed again, at the reality that the Universe Creator mysteriously and scandalously, wanted to spend time alone - just with me. (I’m choking-up even now as I remember it.)

Friends, I know that a whole lot changed in me since that morning in the mountains. I don’t know everything that was done in me. All I do know is, I can’t get close enough to Him, through His Word and time in prayer. And, I’ve never been so excited about ministry! Even a few others have noticed that there is something new and renewed in me. I am certain that I would have never had that priceless exchange with my Father in the day-to-day routine of home and office. It required intentionally getting away and at least allowing Him the opportunity to speak and move.

David spent a lot of time alone with God. When nobody else seemed to really care or notice, his heart was being touched and deepened for the rich things of the Almighty. Only after serving faithfully in the field of solitude could he truly be ready for the palace.

Have you spent time alone with God lately?

Will you?

What's the Minimum?

2010-10-15T09:39:00.000-07:00

"..I will not sacrifice to the Lord my God burnt offerings that cost me nothing." - 1 Kings 24:24b

We live in a society that wants much, but wants to only give the minimum to receive it. Here King David was offered something to give God that would cost him nothing; yet, his wisdom and relationship with the Lord detained him from doing the easy or convenient thing. David knew..

No sacrifice = No honor
No sacrifice = No blessing
No sacrifice = No personal growth

Just a reminder before Sunday that God deserves more than our freebies, leftovers and minimums. If we are to reflect authentic Kingdom ambassadorship, we've got to swim against the stream of societal norms and shift our thinking from "How little?" to "How much?"

The cross of Jesus Christ is proof that God is not a 'minimum' Giver!

Pastors Perspective - Rescued!

2010-10-13T09:49:00.000-07:00

As I peck this, the rescue of 33 trapped Chilean miners continues. Last night I sat emotionally transfixed watching each miner emerging from his tomb of seventy days! The joy, elation and reuniting continues to be an international human interest event that none of us can ignore. After the initial cave-in back in early August, there was no word of any survivors for seventeen days. Then a note came from below informing the world that they were alive. For two and a half months these men kept their hopes alive and took amazing care of one another, sacrificing that they all might live.

As a pastor this story is rich with spiritual significance. At one time in all of our lives as Christians we were all trapped in the darkness of sin. Unlike the situation in Chile, our situation was not an accident, but deserved. Hopeless and helpless we wandered in the darkness, alive but in all reality, dead. Then a light shined into our lives. The note we received indicated that a rescue had already taken place in Jerusalem a long time ago, and that although we were dead, our divine Rescuer was alive, well and able to deliver us!

Another inspiring reminder from this event down in South America, is the way these men have taken care of one another. Some were older and weaker, but the stronger helped the less viral, ensuring that they all emerge alive together as they have. Over the course of seventy days, hope at times must have waned. Yet, they encouraged the floundering that help was on the way, that they could make it, and that better was just ahead. In other words, these miners did an exceptional job of reminding us in the church what it means to be the church.

Lastly, we as modern-day believers in Christ are reminded that like these miners we have each been set free.

Where were you when Jesus came to your rescue?

He came to me in despair, divorce, cancer, infidelity, infertility, rejection, isolation, depression, and trial. We don’t lack for deep and ominous mines do we?

Are you in any of those mines right now?

Maybe you’re trapped in addiction, grief or disillusionment.

Jesus knows where you are and He can rescue you, if you’ll let Him. No matter where you are and how long you’ve been trapped there, Christ wants to bring you from the darkness into His marvelous light!

Catalyst 2010

2010-10-12T11:15:00.000-07:00

What an amazing time I had at Catalyst 2010 last week in Atlanta! Michelle and I were blessed to have Derrick and Sierra with us for an unforgettable experience. The focus was 'The Tension is Good.' We were refreshed, challenged, comforted, affirmed, rejuvenated, burdened, inspired, and stretched all within the scope of a few days. As a matter of fact, we've already pre-purchased our tix for next years event! Yep, its really that good. I'm hoping and praying that more from FCC will join us.

I'm glad to be back home. I really missed my kids and congregation. I'm so eager to implement within our amazing leadership team a vision that will bring Christ greater glory here in northern California. This is our generation and watch. Now is our time to reach and restore.

Pastor's Perspective - Easy Allegiance

2010-09-29T08:57:00.000-07:00

"But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you." - Luke 6:27

Who ever said that being an authentic disciple of Christ was 'easy'?

Jesus challenged those 'who hear', then and now, to do things that fly directly into the flightpath of our fallen flesh-focused nature.

Why?

Because He knew that to truly be His meant to imitate all that He taught and personally modeled throughout His earthly ministry - even on the Cross. Because He knew that grace is the anti-venom that destroys the bitter root of resentment we all tend to grow and feed. Because He knew that it would be amazingly difficult to hate people we pray for continuously. Because He knew some commands were so contrary to our flesh that it would require His direct help and intervention by the Spirit in order to succeed - leaving Him with all the glory.

Just a reminder, that being an authentic disciple of Jesus Christ isn't about easy - its about obedience! Easy allegiance is no allegiance at all.

Join us this Sunday to take 'The Right Step' - 9 & 11AM.

1stchristianchurch.org

Pastor's Perspective - Blameless

2010-09-28T09:06:00.001-07:00

In the land of Uz there lived a man whose name was Job. This man was blameless and upright; he feared God and shunned evil. - Job 1:1

The Bible states that..
Job was blameless.
Noah was blameless.
Zechariah & Elizabeth were blameless.
David was blameless.
New Testament church leaders are called to be blameless.
Christians are called to be blameless.

Blameless = If someone brought an accusation against you, nobody would believe them.

Are you blameless?

Living blamelessly is a lifestyle - a walk - a consistency - "mundane" - yet precious to our heavenly Father.

Pastor's Perspective - Burned Biscuits

2010-09-24T09:40:00.000-07:00

I received this from one of my dear sisters here at FCC, Linda House. The author is unknown. It was simply too good not to pass along. Enjoy it and let it be a timely reminder for all of us that graciousness is one of our strongest family resemblances in God’s big family.

When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every
now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made
breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago,
my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in
front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all
my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my
day was at school. I don't remember what I told him that night, but I
do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that biscuit and eat
every bite!

When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom
apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits. And I'll never forget
what he said: "Honey, I love burned biscuits."

Later that night, I went to kiss Daddy good night and I asked him if he
really liked his biscuits burned. He wrapped me in his arms and said,
"Your Momma put in a hard day at work today and she's real tired. And
besides - a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone."

Life is full of imperfect things and imperfect people. I'm not the
best at hardly anything, and I forget birthdays and anniversaries just
like everyone else. But what I've learned over the years is that
learning to accept each others faults - and choosing to celebrate each
others differences - is one of the most important keys to creating a
healthy, growing, and lasting relationship.

And that's my prayer for you today. That you will learn to take the
good, the bad, and the ugly parts of your life and lay them at the feet
of God. Because in the end, He's the only One who will be able to give
you a relationship where a burnt biscuit isn't a deal-breaker!

Pastor's Perspective - Righteous Anger

2010-09-23T09:44:00.000-07:00

When Saul heard their words, the Spirit of God came upon him in power, and he burned with anger. - 1 Samuel 11:6

So many are deceived by the notion that the presence of the Holy Spirit in them and on them manifests in such a limited spectrum, and often in such self-blessing/edifying ways. In this instance, the same Spirit we have, caused Israel's first king to get a righteous indignation about something worth getting angry about.

Reminder: There are STILL things in our homes, communities, nation and world worth getting angry about.

Have you prayed lately that the Holy Spirit would provoke a righteous anger in you?

I dare you.

Pastor's Perspective - Who Do You Fear?

2010-09-15T08:38:00.001-07:00

'Why do you honor your sons more than me by fattening yourselves on the choice parts of every offering made by my people Israel?' - 1 Samuel 2:29 NIV

In this verse God is speaking to Eli the high priest. Eli's two sons (Hophni & Phinehas) also served as priests in Shiloh with their elderly father. However, they were wicked and self-serving; taking the best of the offerings given by the people to God. Eli knew about their disobedience and irreverence for God and did absolutely nothing; resulting in his sons' deaths, and a family curse.

I'm (Steve) troubled by the fact that so many self-identified "Christian" parents deal with their children in fear instead of faith. Fear is playing the "what if" game. "What if I make my children go to church with me. Maybe they will resent me later." "What if I discipline my children sternly. They might hate me later in life." In contrast, faith is simply taking what God said in His Word at face-value and doing it "what if"-free!

When it comes to church attendance and biblical discipline, do you honor your children more than God?

Remember! God called you to be the parent. If you want your kids to honor God throughout their lives, it begins with you honoring Him.

I look back on the many times my parents made me go to church as a kid, and love them for it. I remember being disciplined many times as a child, and I'm a better man today for it.

Friends, God knows what He's doing! Fear Him more than your children. They'll thank you some day for it.

Pastor's Perspective - VIP Pass

2010-09-09T09:54:00.000-07:00

For if, by the trespass of the one man, death reigned through that one man, how much more will those who receive God's abundant provision of grace and of the gift of righteousness reign in life through the one man, Jesus Christ. – Romans 5:17

On October 25th I joined 97,000 of my closest friends down in the Rose Bowl to enjoy one of my favorite bands on the planet – U2. A former church member, dear buddy, and Bono fanatic named Jeff Maclean had invited me to join him; and the opportunity to see the boys from Dublin was too intoxicating to pass up. Our seats were only seventeen rows up, directly across from the monstrous stage, in the middle of a section packed with young LA celebs. Before the concert began, Pastor Rick Warren rocked my night by stopping on our row for an unanticipated chat (a divine confirmation I’ve included in the ‘Introduction’ of the book I’m currently writing – Songs from the Pit).

About midway through the band’s exhilarating set, Jeff returned after making a pit stop upstairs, with a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. While making his way back to our seats, a man he didn’t know stopped him and asked him if he would like a couple of VIP passes. Being a smart college boy from Florida, Jeff took .3 seconds to decide, and accepted! After high-fiving till our 40-something shoulders were dislocating, we flashed our lanyards at the field security dude, and like giddy teenagers again, watched the rest of the concert just two rows from the front of the stage, literally looking up to see the band. To cite one of the band’s songs – Magnificent.

That night as we left Pasadena, we couldn’t help but bask in what a great surprise the Lord had orchestrated for us. I believe God found great pleasure as our heavenly Father in providing two of His sons with a cool opportunity. Just being there in a record-breaking event would have been enough. But, if there is anything I’ve learned about my Father is that He is a lavishing parent with impeccable timing. In an effortless love gesture, He filled our hearts with gratitude, praise and a reminder of His reality and presence.

I love the above verse because it reminds me of that night. It reminds me that in one man, Jesus Christ, we are each offered an unmerited gift, that allows each member of humanity a VIP pass into God’s majestic eternal presence – if we’ll just believe – if we’ll just trust Him – if we’ll just take it!

Will you?

Have you?

Friends, I’m hungry for the day when I’ll stand before another stage - a throne – not for a band – but before the Lamb. Now that will be magnificent!

Pastor's Perspective - A Kind & Encouraging Letter

2010-09-08T20:00:00.000-07:00

The following is a letter I recently received from an out-of-state guest who came our way a few weeks ago. It is a kind, encouraging and beautiful description of God's presence in our weekly gatherings, and the ministry excellence of those who serve with me. Thank you Gerald!

Pastor Steve,

I was recently working in Birds Landing, California and had a Sunday to explore the region. It was a grand day, full of sun and just cool enough for a jacket. I took the drive to San Francisco, went straight thru the beautiful downtown area and proceeded to the Golden Gate Bridge. There, I walked out on to that magnificent structure with thousands of other people and spent an hour or so just taking in the view, snapping several shots and even grabbed a sandwich to enjoy while I gazed. It is almost unbelievable what people were able to build so many years ago (1930’s) and is still awesome today. I then drove across the bridge and headed north to a State Park to see the California Redwoods that I had heard about all my life back in Illinois. The Parson Jones tree stood 310’ tall and was 1300 years old. It was so large that I had difficulty trying to take good pictures of it. The entire forest was filled with these giants, each one 3-4 times larger than any tree I had ever seen. Such a wonderful walk among nature, so quiet and the majestic trees were an unforgetable experience. It’s no wonder the native Americans thought they were of a holy design. I then drove by the Infineon Racetrack, such an exciting “road race” for us Nascar fans. I just couldn’t leave the area until I had seen this track that we in mid-America only hear about on Race-day.

The day had been absolutely fantastic, I really enjoyed all the sights and sounds of California but, the best part of the day happened earlier that morning in Suisun City at the First Christian Church (your church). I gathered with 100 strangers (brothers and sisters in Christ), as we worshipped the Lord through inspirational songs, we heard testimony from the song-leader about a trial in his life that was just too hard for most people to talk about, yet he and his family got through it with strength that only the Lord could provide. I watched the congregation pour out their hearts to Jesus in worship, praising Him, honoring God and allowing the Holy Spirit to work in their lives. God’s Spirit did “witness to our spirit” just as the Bible says. I saw people from many races and creeds come together under one roof, one house, one accord. We sang, we worshipped, we listened, we were taught, we were strengthened, we were glad. This time in my day meant more than all the rest combined. We surely serve an awesome God.

Gerald Brown

White Construction, Inc. - Indiana

Pastor's Perspective - Sky Stress

2010-08-13T14:21:00.001-07:00

Like many of you, I’ve been thoroughly entertained by the recent media attention Steven Slater, a flight attendant with JetBlue, is receiving. While the actual investigation is still ongoing, this we do know – Broseph lost it! With an abrasion on his dome, profanity in his mouth, a microphone in one hand and a brew in the other, he slid into pop culture infamy. Apparently he had choked-down ‘the customer is always right’ for the very last time, and just flipped. Though I don’t endorse his actions, there is still enough uncrucified in me to somehow relate and live vicariously through this toe-headed sky dweller. Plus, I can relate through experience.

Back in the mid-80’s I was a flight attendant with the now defunct Eastern Airlines, based in Atlanta. After getting offers from TWA and American Airlines, I settled on Eastern because as a boy I idolized astronauts and former moon-orbiter Frank Borman was its CEO. Immature reasoning yes, but at twenty-two immaturity was my forte. I also chose the profession because I was single, unattached, loved meeting and serving people, and visiting exciting ports of call – at least that’s what I snowed my interviewers into believing. It worked! I packed my bags, left my hometown of Tampa in the rearview mirror and headed to General Sherman’s big trophy. There I quickly found that working in a speeding metal tube at 35,000 feet with the general public was anything but glamorous. With deregulation, airliners became just Greyhound buses with wings. The sex appeal of the sixties was over. I realized that truth working a packed breakfast flight up to Pittsburgh one morning. There were more passengers than time. Trays of half-eaten pancakes were being thrown at me in the galley to store before landing. I never did get all the maple syrup off of my cordovan loafers.

Like Steven Slater I had some high stress flights.

My very first flight was from Miami to Los Angeles as a trainee. Somewhere over Arizona the captain called me up to the cockpit and asked me to count every unused coffee filter bag on the wide body. Trained in flight school to do everything the captain asks, I responded obediently. Galley to galley I went. My stress level was peaking as I counted. While descending into the City of Angels, I reported the exact coffee bag count to a cockpit crew that by this time was laughing hysterically at me! Then it hit me. What in the world does the captain of an airliner need with that information?! After having a chuckle, they awarded my zeal and embarrassment by letting me sit in the cockpit jump seat for landing.

On my first trip out here to San Francisco, on our flight back to Atlanta our R3 door became dislodged on an A300 Airbus – my door of responsibility in an evacuation. Still in our climb out of the Bay Area, I had to remain calm, relocate passengers, and assure them everything would be just fine as we dumped tons of fuel over the Sierras to get down to a proper landing weight. We landed in San Francisco, where I immediately thought about a raise after my knees stopped knocking.

On one flight I had a passenger pass away, and had to pretend he was alive for a short period of time, so not to alarm surrounding passengers – not easy to do when the man was sitting under the movie screen! I did ask for a raise after that one.

And I’ll never forget the way the lady in first class screamed at and berated me when I accidentally spilled a plate of hot marinara-smothered noodles all over her beautiful white silk outfit. Did I mention we were flying into JFK and she was a New Yorker? After her, the most sadistic drill instructor would be Wilford Brimley.

I only gave flying three years of my life. Steven Slater did it a lot longer. I imagine, from my passenger point of view, the industry has only gotten more and more challenging over the years. So, I’m not throwing any rocks at him. He reached his limit and became story one on the Nightly News – not very admirable, but very human. So speaking as one fallible human being to a cyber world readership, let me encourage you to always try to walk a mile in someone else’s shoes before you cast a stone at them. If you’ll take the time to look down you’ll probably see a hint of maple syrup.

Pastor's Perspective - The Lighthouse

2010-07-23T11:42:00.001-07:00

If I had a dollar for every time I used the term “If I had a dollar” I’d have a lot of dollars! Seriously, if I had a dollar for every time someone came into my office over the last six years and commented on my wall hanging, I’d have a sweet slush fund.

When we first came to FCC, my amazing wife helped me remodel my office (something I’m very ready to do again). We ventured over to Emeryville to the Mecca of affordable and contemporary furniture goodies and accessories – IKEA. There we found the print that I have looked at almost daily for over half a decade.

Practicing an open-door policy (except on my Tuesday sermon prep ‘cave days’), I enjoy the spontaneity of guests that drop in for a quick hug, “How’s it going?”, and prayer. Whether sitting or standing, guests always comment on at least one of two things – my many photographs of family and friends, and, the large print on my wall. “I love that. Is that a painting or a photograph? Did the guy in the picture survive? He looks so calm. I’d be scared to death. I think I’ve seen this print before. Really neat.” I have to admit, though it’s a fixture in my daily life as pastor, I still find myself looking at it with wonderment, especially the tiny figure standing near the railing. Tired of just nodding in agreement at my guest’s observations, I spent some time recently getting the cold hard facts. Thanks Google!

The debate of whether the image is a painting or photograph is now officially over. It is an actual photograph, taken by 58-year-old French photographer Jean Guichard. (Hey, wasn’t that Ricky Bobby’s nemesis?). Guichard is known internationally for his extensive interest in and collection of lighthouse images around the world. In 1989, in the middle of a fierce Atlantic tempest, he rented a helicopter and flew to photograph La Jument, a lighthouse built in 1911, 300 yards off of Ushant Island, off the coast of Brittany (northwestern France). Trapped in the lighthouse, along with several others, was operator Theodore Malgorne. Intrigued and thinking the sound was a rescue helicopter, Malgorne courageously opened the door and stepped outside near the railing. Seeing that it was not help, but instead a nosey photographer, he stepped back inside the lighthouse and closed the door just in time. A massive wave engulfed the 101-year old lighthouse, captured in seven sequential photographs worth checking out at www.alphapix.com/animvague.shtml#jument . To answer another guest question, the man was amazingly unharmed – but barely.

For years, I’ve thought, “That picture is a sermon. It’s a message my feeble words could never ever properly preach or convey.” It beautifully, but terrifyingly captures the ability to be shielded and safe in the midst of the worst tempest imaginable – an ever-present reality for many people I know, love and pastor.

Though I don’t think I could ever properly capture this image in a sermon, there is a Bible verse that captures Guichard’s famous frame perfectly – ‘The name of the Lord is a strong tower; the righteous run to it and are safe’ – Proverbs 18:10.

Friends, the name of the Lord is Jesus Christ. Only He offers you true peace inside as everything around you is crashing.

In the photo, He isn’t the angry wave, the helpless Malgorne, or the voyeuristic Guichard.

Jesus is the lighthouse.

Is He yours?

Pastor's Perspective - No More Vuvuzelas!

2010-07-09T08:45:00.000-07:00

THE FOLLOWING IS A SNEAK PREVIEW OF MY ARTICLE APPEARING IN THE DAILY REPUBLIC THIS SUNDAY:

Dear Mr. Obama,

My solution to the current oil crisis in the Gulf of Mexico is a simple one. Melt every vuvuzela in South Africa into a heavy cap and lower over plume.

You’re welcome!

S. Kiefer
Northern California

Well, today is the big day! It’s the day when even the most nominal soccer fans will pull up a chair and adopt grass-stained terms like ‘pitch’, ‘boots’, ‘nil’ and ‘that’s a lovely ball’. Most will watch the standard popular television coverage, while conveniently assuring the Spanish coverage is one quick remote click away for the entertaining post-score “Goooooooaaaaaal!”. Likewise, sometime during the match, fathers nationwide will proudly remind their disinterested children of the time “daddy snuck one by the goalie” when he was about their age (Translation: He toe-balled a shot from point-blank range past another frightened child when the score was already out-of-hand.) Strap-on your shin guards kids, it’s the final match of the 2010 FIFA World Cup!

Growing up the grandson of an Adolf, and son of a Klaus, soccer was my earliest passion sport. Ample yellowing photos and Zapruder-quality footage evidence the fact that even while in a height-chair, soccer balls were being gently bounced off my soft-spot by happy (and slightly inebriated) German relatives. It worked! I played the sport all of my life with great pride, including high school and into my college years. My position of choice was goalkeeper. Why? I adored soccer, but I found something formidable and foul about it all – namely running! Plus, I liked wearing a different shirt than the rest of my roster mates. In the late 70’s I actually donned a London cabbie’s cap over my curly mullet (ie. ‘curllet’) while I played. I pray I’m in Heaven long before my children unearth the incriminating photos.

Admittedly, at 47 I’m a bit of a snobby soccer purist. I believe there are some nuances in the game that make Pele rumble! To me, soccer balls should still be patchy and black & white. No rings or fancy ovals – patches! Soccer cleats should only be one color – black. All other colors are an abomination – especially fluorescent tangerine sherbet. Likewise, goalkeeper shirts are supposed to be long-sleeved, and their shorts are to also be long, not Walt Frazier thigh-huggers. Lastly, from the stands, only the following four sounds are permissible: cheering, booing, whistling and singing. Horns of any type are red-card offenses! Personally, after today’s big match, I will miss those vuvuzela stadium horns like I miss a carbuncle lancing. The constant annoying droning might be an effective and more humane water-boarding alternative. After watching (listening to) my first match back on June 11, I voluntarily called the FBI and confessed my part in helping hide DB Cooper!

Okay Steve, you’re a pastor. Say something religious and profound.

Admittedly, when I hear those loud bee swarm horns, I’m soberly reminded of a challenging verse the Apostle Paul shared a long time ago – ‘If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal’ (1 Corinthians 13:1). My interpretation the last month would be something like this – ‘Steve, being a local pastor, preaching well, leading a growing congregation, and writing (semi-cogent) articles for the ‘Daily Republic’ are as meaningless and annoying as a blasting vuvuzela, if you don’t genuinely love people from your heart.’

Jesus shared and modeled that dazzle doesn’t win the day. Isaiah tells us that there was nothing physically magnetic about him (53:2). He was born and grew up in relative obscurity, a labor worker’s kid. His lifestyle for majesty was meager at best. Even in death, his tomb had all the ownership of rented bowling shoes. According to our competitive contemporary high-gloss standards, there was nothing dazzling about the lamb of God. However, what set Him apart and stratospherically above was his limitless supply of unbridled unconditional love! Simply put - Nobody loved the way Jesus loved. And for those in this day and age who take his ambassadorship seriously, no other quality or standard will suffice. Jesus said, “By this all men will know you are my disciples, if you love one another” (John 13:35). According to Jesus, love is our undeniable family resemblance and greatest evidence of his power and presence - not the highly-spiritualized trappings of the eyes and flesh.

The prophet Burt (Bacharach) said it best, ‘What the world needs now is love sweet love.’ This is the local clarion call and focus of many ministries in Solano County starting today as they kick-off the Fairfield-Suisun Cities of Love campaign; a refreshing ecumenical endeavor to simply love and serve the community in which the Lord has kindly and divinely placed us.

In closing, the Old Testament foretold about the Messiah (Christ) that, “A bruised reed he will not break, and a smoldering wick he will not snuff out..” (Isaiah 42:3). Just as in Jesus’ day, Solano County does not lack for bruised and smoldering people. Countless are bruised by hurts, habits and hang-ups – barely hanging on. Others are smoldering wicks, living in the reality of deep regret, remembering when their lives glowed with greater hope. Prophecy predicted it and Christ modeled it, by refusing to snap-off hanging reed lives and extinguishing dying ember realities. Instead, with action and effort he loved people right where they were, and changed their lives immeasurably forever.

As modern-day subjects of such a compassionate King, our mandate is to simply love people authentically with the heart and zeal of the Savior who first loved us – anything else is a droning vuvuzela powered by hot air.

It Starts with Us...ME!

2010-07-06T09:01:00.000-07:00

Righteousness exalts a nation, but sin is a disgrace to any people. - Proverbs 14:34

As we talked about on Sunday, the church is the only hope for America. We must be the restorers of the breech through our return to righteousness. True national revival must begin in the body of Christ! We must see our vital role in restoration as more than mere church attendance. We must do 2 Chronicles 7:14. Our revival begins and happens as each of us experience the freedom only Jesus Christ offers. Its hard to help others when we are trapped beneath the rubble of accepted unrighteousness living.

As we get free individually, the church gets free. As the church gets free, it moves, changes and flavors lives, communities, states, and ultimately a nation. Therefore, the first step is taking a long honest look at the person in the mirror.

Remember, its not about government - its about the church. We've been waiting on Washington DC to change and do something; when the Bible tells us that Washington DC is waiting on us!

1stchristianchurch.org

Pastor's Perspective - 'Peace, Peace'

2010-07-01T09:32:00.000-07:00

They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious, 'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace. - Jeremiah 6:14

In this verse God was expressing to the prophet Jeremiah His extreme displeasure with the religious leaders of that day. These shepherds preached a sugar-coated message - light on sin. Instead of leading the people with the black & white mandates of God, they instead followed the people and preached only the ear-tickling and non-offensive version. As Israel's great Shepherd, it burdened God that His undershepherds were not communicating and policing His holy standards. Therefore, His flock was lost, scattered and sick - and their leaders were to blame.

As a modern-day undershepherd, I'm appalled by colleagues who preach only 'Peace, peace,' when our churches and society are under spiritual assault and in turmoil. I see more preachers trying to be hip than holy; riding the wave of every evangelical fad ripping their way. And just like in Jeremiah's day, the sheep suffer and the Great Shepherd seethes.

Friends, whether it's 'cool' or not, there is still a heaven to gain and a hell to shun. There is good news to be shared; however, what makes the good news good news is its contrast with bad news. Jesus preached on the subject of sin - shouldnt we?

As church leaders in a seeker-friendly craze, let's refuse to forget that God has spoken - and He didnt stutter! Its not about the number on your attendance chart; its instead about courageous leadership sharing and living the truth consistently in love.

Remember, leaders who follow sheep stink. Just look at their shoes! Let's instead strive for 'beautiful feet' (Romans 10:15).

Pastor's Perspective - Getting Even

2010-06-30T08:32:00.000-07:00

Do not take revenge, my friends, but leave room for God's wrath, for it is written: "It is mine to avenge; I will repay," says the Lord. - Romans 12:19

So many of us are consumed daily with the toxic thoughts and motivation of 'getting even'. Paul here tells his readers to get on with life; that part of believing in God is believing that He sees everything and that He is a God of perfect justice. The cross is proof that trespasses don't go unpunished in His spiritual economy.

So, if someone has offended you, step aside and let the Lord step in. You'll sleep a whole lot better tonight if you will.

Pastor's Perspective - Close Enough

2010-06-29T08:23:00.000-07:00

'If you are pleased with me, teach me your ways so I may know you and continue to find favor with you..' - Exodus 33:13a

During my devotional reading yesterday, I found this beautiful little prayer by Moses. In it he expresses a deep heart-felt desire to know God more. Let's face it. He had already experienced the presence of the Lord in ways few every had before him - burning bush, ten plagues, sea dividing, manna from heaven. Yet, for Moses it wasn't enough.

Israel's great lawgiver knew that relationship with the Almighty didn't just happen passively; but that it took humility, intentionality, and an authentic hunger.He knew that if God could be sought, He could be found. In other words, he refused to let the opportunity to know a knowable God slip by!

What are you doing today to know God more?

What are you willing to do this week to press-in and learn His ways?

For you, how close to God is 'close enough'?

Pastor's Perspective - Surely This Man

2010-06-25T09:49:00.000-07:00

And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, heard his cry and saw how he died, he said, "Surely this man was the Son of God!" - Mark 15:39

He had seen countless others agonize. He was well accustomed to the groans and cries; criminals in their last moments cursing angrily or groveling for sympathy with none to be found. To him this man was like all the others; a criminal, a thief, an insurgent, a threat against Roman colonized peace. To the centurion, the man on the middle cross just represented work, duty, nothing more. Yet, as the hours outside the tall Jerusalem wall passed, he observed something quite unusual from the stipes above him as he 'stood there in front of Jesus'. No cursing, instead forgiveness. No self, instead others. No faltering, instead focus. No helplessness, instead hope. No victimization, instead victory. No pointless, instead purpose; leaving the perplexed Roman with no other feasible conclusion other than - this man he just crucified was exactly who he said he was - the Son of God.

Have you intentionally stood in front of Jesus lately?

Observed through Scripture how He died?
What He said?
What He suffered?
How He responded?
What He offered?

I'm confident that if you will, you'll echo the same conclusion of this changed and quoted soldier from antiquity.

Pastor's Perspective - Shoe Leather Gospel

2010-06-18T09:05:00.001-07:00

How beautiful on the mountains
are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
"Your God reigns!" - Isaiah 52:7

Year ago I heard an elderly preacher make the statement while holding his worn Bible aloft, "Folks, this is a shoe leather gospel." In other words, the good news of the grace Christ offers does not permeate humanity by some passive spiritual osmosis. It requires action, proactivity, surrender, availability and the willingness to go. That when Jesus said, "Go ye", He meant "Go ME" - and me going means motion.

Recently my wife Michelle took the above photo of her feet and our four youngest children's feet on the beach in Monterey. I love this image because I adore my family and yes, their feet! Everything about the five people in the photo is beautiful, appreciated and important to me. Their tootsies represent their uniqueness and attributes. Likewise, their feet represent their journeys, and our ability to do like together. I simply love their feet.

Paul reminds us in Romans 10:15 that there is another Father who loves His children's feet - especially when those feet are moving cooperatively with His Spirit to make a difference in our various communities; sharing with them the love and message of Jesus Christ.

So, what do your feet look like?

Pedicures are helpful, but humble obedience to share this hope-giving good news, according to the Bible, makes them beautiful! Ours is a 'shoe leather gospel'.

Join us this Sunday at 9 & 11am.

1stchristianchurch.org

Pastor's Perspective - Ancient Longings

2010-06-17T09:00:00.000-07:00

For I tell you the truth, many prophets and righteous men longed to see what you see but did not see it, and to hear what you hear but did not hear it. - (Jesus) - Matthew 13:17 NIV

As modern-day believers, we are abundantly blessed. We have the full and infallible story of Christ's incarnation, earthly ministry, redemptive work on the cross, resurrection, and present ministry as exalted high priest. Similarly, we have the narrative accounts of the proliferation and actions of the first century church. In other words, we possess the fullest story of the good news! Simply put, our Bibles are canonical gifts, gifts that we too often approach with great casualness. However, Jesus here reminded His followers then, and now, that many faithful people before them/us died in faith, looking forward to the advent, ministry and reign of a promised King and kingdom like no other. They lived with great hope and anticipation of the truths and events we so often take for granted - evidenced by dusty unopened Bibles.

Let me ask you..
What are you doing about what you've seen?
What are you doing about what you've heard?
How about with what you've read and experienced firsthand?

Friends, what the ancients longed for, we have experienced!

Let's honor Christ and the inspiring anticipating faith of the ancients together. We've have the good news! Share it with someone today.

What is a demon? Can a Christian be demon-possessed?
Throughout the gospel accounts, Jesus had several power-encounters with demons. This Sunday I'll be sharing a message about spiritual warfare titled 'Know Your Enemy'. Hope to see you at 9 or 11am!

Please pray for our Mexico team currently on the field.

1stchristianchurch.org

Pastor's Perspective - "Mother Nature"?

2010-06-16T12:16:00.001-07:00

"Do you hunt the prey for the lioness
and satisfy the hunger of the lions

when they crouch in their dens
or lie in wait in a thicket?

Who provides food for the raven
when its young cry out to God
and wander about for lack of food?
"Do you know when the mountain goats give birth?
Do you watch when the doe bears her fawn?

Do you count the months till they bear?
Do you know the time they give birth? - Job 38:39-39:2 NIV

Just a friendly reminder before you take your well-deserved summer vacation -

"Mother Nature" does not exist. Never did.

"Mother Nature" is really GOD!

Let's give Him directly, by name, the honor, praise and appreciation for the works and genius of His hand.

1stchristianchurch.org

Pastor's Perspective - Stuff I've Never Seen

2010-06-15T11:43:00.000-07:00

I was young and now I am old, yet I have never see the righteous forsaken or their children begging bread. - (David) Psalm 37:25

Righteousness is God's standard for a holy life. The only way to acquire and live a holy life is to give God our unrighteousness and exchange it for the righteousness of His Son - Jesus Christ - which He freely offers each of us today through His cross. Through that adoption process, we become children of the Most High God; a grace that guarantees His guarded loving care.

David reminds us here that righteousness comes with an amazing benefits package! The Lord will not forsake the righteous or abandon us in our time of need. To do it would violate His character, something impossible for Him do. His love is unchanging and never fails!

Bottom-line: God cares about you - and you are absolutely helpless to do anything about it!

Pastor's Perspective - So Who Are You Wearing?

2010-06-11T09:11:00.000-07:00

Therefore, as God's chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. - Colossians 3:12

What look are you sporting these days?

It's hilarious to me how the fashion fads of my youth have come back full circle. The bushy bangy Efronian hair? I rocked that in the 70's; not because it was cool, but because hair gel hadn't been invented yet! Likewise I wore those hip concert t-shirts of legendary bands you find at Old Navy, not because it was faddish, but because I actually saved my money, bought tickets and went to the concerts! Jeans, watch/wristbands, sneakers, sunglasses - nothing new under the sun Solomon.

Though fads are obviously cyclical, there is a look that every follower of Jesus Christ should sport that never goes out of fashion - the garments and accessories of compassion, kindness, gentleness and patience - the trend He started and the look He rocked.

So, what look are you sporting these days? Do you need a Colossians 3:12 makeover?

Why not start today? Heaven will dig it there, people need it here, and it won't break your bank account!

Pastor's Perspective - Ready Reserve

2010-06-10T08:31:00.000-07:00

You also must be ready, because the Son of Man will come at an hour when you do not expect him. - (Jesus) - Luke 12:40

Back in the mid-80's I flew for (the now defunct) Eastern Airlines in Atlanta. As a junior person straight out of flight school, I lived on 'ready reserve' several times a month. Ready Reserve was the status by which during certain specified days, from the time the airline called me, I had exactly 50 minutes to be at the airport and ready to go. So, on those days, I ensured that my flight bag was properly packed, I was well-groomed, my business at home was up-to-date, and that I was never disconnected from Eastern's ability to reach me - pagers back then. As a much younger version of me, I actually liked those ready reserve days. There was the constant adventure of wondering, 'When will I be called? " and "Where in North America will I be resting my head tonight?"

Here in Luke's gospel, Jesus instructs us to live life on 'ready reserve'. To be ready to travel, to be responsible and have our business updated here below, and to stay well-connected to Him. The difference for us as believers is, every day is a ready reserve day.

Are you ready to travel?

Only lives authentically connected to Jesus Christ truly are.

The great news is, if you are living every day on ready reserve, you can know where you'll lay your head tonight!

Pastor's Perspective - Almost Persuaded

2010-06-09T09:19:00.001-07:00

As Paul discoursed on righteousness, self-control and the judgment to come, Felix was afraid and said, "That's enough for now! You may leave. When I find it convenient, I will send for you." - Acts 24:25

As a child growing up in the church, I remember singing an old hymn titled 'Almost Persuaded', a classic about procrastination. In Acts 24 we read about the poster boy for feet-dragging, a guy named Felix. We learn that as the apostle Paul began to share the message of truth and grace with him, Felix became very uncomfortable and used his authority to simply dismiss the imprisoned apostle.

As teachers of the Word, we sometimes hear comments like, "That really stepped on my toes", or "You must be reading my mail". This typically and humorously indicates that the Holy Spirit masterfully played His part and bridged truth with a human heart, oftentimes resulting in a sense of conviction and discomfort. Governor Felix was confronted by Paul's message and instead of allowing the sword of the Spirit to penetrate his heart and begin a new and exciting chapter of a lifetime, he cut and ran.

Friends, let me remind you that there is truth; and that truth sometimes can be confrontational. Jesus said that He came not to bring peace but a sword! In other words, to appreciate the 'good news',we first need to stand face-to-face with the bad news - that we're on a dead end road.

If you're experiencing a strong sense of discomfort and conviction when you hear the truths of the Bible shared, don't run like Felix! That toe pressure most likely is the Spirit of the Lord proving His strong love for you and His divine desire to lead you into a new relationship with God the Father through Jesus Christ the Son.

What a tragic epitaph for any of us - 'Almost Persuaded'. Stop procrastinating and yield today! God loves you and there's nothing you can do about it.

Pastor's Perspective - Lay Hold of It!

2010-06-08T09:40:00.000-07:00

'From the days of John the Baptist until now, the kingdom of heaven has been forcefully advancing, and forceful men lay hold of it'. - (Jesus) - Matthew 11:12 (NIV). The King James states it this way - 'the violent take it by force'.

Ever associate being a Christian with the words 'forceful' or 'violent'?

I would assume that you would most likely associate being a modern-day believer with the words 'loving', 'gracious' and 'gentle'. However, here in the very first gospel, Jesus Himself said that His kingdom does just happen passively. Instead, its advancement comes with great resistance; and only those aggressive and passionate about it advance its hope-giving torch. This requires power, vigor, determination and courage in every believer in every congregation.

As I shared with both audiences on Sunday, this gospel is NOT about a mamby pamby Jesus, requiring a mamby pamby allegiance. Its about full unashamed dedication - not for the faint of heart, but the strong of Spirit.

Remember,for Christ and us today, the cross of suffering comes BEFORE the resurrection!

Pastor's Perspective - The Quicksand of Idolatry

2010-06-04T08:42:00.000-07:00

'Go and cry out to the gods you have chosen. Let them save you when you are in trouble!' - Judges 10:14

Dateline Suisun City June 2010: God STILL hates idolatry.

The very first of the 'ten commandments' was/is - 'You shall have no other gods before (besides) me.' (Ex. 20:3). From the very beginning our heavenly Father has hated and warned us against the lethal trap of idolatry in its many forms. Idolatry is placing our dependence, satisfaction, fulfillment, worship and sense of well-being in anything created. Since God is the one and only non-created being/entity, He is the only One worthy of our gratitude and adoration. Only He can give us what we need the most in life. Whenever we put those needs in a person, place or thing other than God (ie. created things), its called idolatry - and God STILL hates it.

Are you looking to another person for your daily joy? Maybe a spouse?
Are you placing your sense of self-worth in a career or paycheck?
Are you devoting the best of your time, talents and resources to a hobby?

Reminder: People, spouses, careers, paychecks & hobbies are ALL created things. Each is incapable of delivering your deepest needs.

The Lord Himself reminds us here in Judges 10, only HE can help us stand in the predictable times of challenge that come our way. All other ground is quicksand.

Join us this Sunday at FCC @ 9 & 11AM!

1stchristianchurch.org

Pastor's Perspective - One Step from Perfect

2010-06-03T14:46:00.001-07:00

“I thought he beat the throw. I was convinced he beat the throw, until I saw the replay.” These were the humble post-game words of 54-year-old veteran umpire Jim Joyce last night, after admittedly missing a vital call, in what is certainly popular water cooler talk today for even nominal sports fans.

Last night the Detroit Tigers sent starting pitcher Armando Galarraga to the hill to face the Cleveland Indians. Up until the final inning, the 28-year-old was pitching a perfect game. A perfect game is one resulting in the other team going hitless; a feat only accomplished by 20 pitchers since Cy Young did it first in 1904.

On a routine ground ball throw to first base, Joyce called Cleveland’s Jason Donald safe. As clearly seen on replay, Donald was one step from the base – a clearly missed call. As the stadium erupted in boos, Galarraga’s perfect game came to an abrupt and controversial end. Joyce emphatically said he was wrong and later in tears hugged Galarraga and apologized. The pitcher forgave him and was very gracious.

During today’s game, in the spirit of forgiveness, Galarraga brought his team’s lineup card to Joyce who was the home-plate umpire. The two shook hands, as the Tiger fans applauded wildly. Joyce was clearly tearful by the kind gesture. Tigers manager Jim Leyland said afterward, “This is a day for Detroit to shine.”

As a communicator of biblical truths, I found this story to be one rich in metaphor; one transcending sports and simple human interest. It’s a story about how we strive for perfection, and how short we fall – sometimes due to the faults of others. It’s a story of guilt being acknowledged and confessed, setting the table for forgiveness and graciousness to be served-up almost scandalously. It’s a story of life, falleness and redemption.

Paul the apostle wrote, ‘God made him who had no sin (Jesus Christ) to be sin for us, so that in him we might become the righteousness of God.’ (2 Corinthians 5:21). Righteousness means God’s standard for a holy life. Although we strive for perfection, we all fail miserably! We came into the game spiritually injured, unable to pitch a perfect God-pleasing life. We all desire to be good enough and acceptable to God, usually resulting in outward expressions of charity, benevolence and goodwill. In our efforts to be compatible with His holiness, we conveniently don religious masks, adopt our own code language (Christianese), and paste on the veneer of righteousness. However, no true heart change or transformation takes place. This religiosity results in pride, segregation, isolation, and an unyielding spirit – the spirit of the Pharisees – a spirit openly condemned by Jesus.

Friends, God knows you’re not perfect. Do us all a favor and take off the mask and drop the King James dialect! He knows that you came into the world with a nature that is carnal and self-seeking. He knows that no matter how hard you try to climb up his standard ladder, you’d slide down awkwardly in a heap. God knows you’re not perfect. That’s why He did all the perfect stuff for you! Before any of us were born, and destined to languish hopelessly in our separation from Him, God sent His Son Jesus Christ to do for us something we could never do for ourselves – satisfy God’s standard of justice. And according to Paul, when we personally put our trust and obedience in His completed work on the cross, we get His right-standing before God – we get His perfection – our sinfulness and incompatibility for His sinlessness and compatibility. In Christ, we get perfection. In Christ we get righteousness!

Listen.

With the help of an embarrassed umpire, Armando Galarraga missed perfection by one base runner’s step.

With the grace of God displayed through a bloody cross, you can gain perfect righteousness with one step. That one step is to do with God what Jim Joyce did with a forgiving pitcher last night – confess your guilt and say you’re sorry. God won’t forgive what we won’t own. The good news is He never turns away those who come to Him with a contrite and unmasked heart.

Why not get your name on God’s lineup card today? We’ve all blown the call. But in Jesus Christ alone, we can experience authentic restoration, His perfect rightstanding with God, and the wild applause of Heaven.

This is a day for Jesus to shine - through you.

Pastor's Perspective - They're Not Ready

2010-05-06T12:03:00.000-07:00

Last week I watched a very moving documentary online called ‘Beyond the Gates of Splendor’. I highly recommend everyone watch it (available on hulu.com) This 2002 film told the story of five American missionaries and their families who back in the 1950’s attempted to share the good news message of Jesus Christ with a remote and unreached people group – the Waodani of Ecuador.

Through a strong fraternity of faith, a mutual calling, and great courage, these young missionaries left their comfortable and promising careers in the US and relocated their families to the harsh Ecuadorian jungle. With passion and creativity they located and made contact with a tribe known worldwide for their violence, toward each other and especially foreigners.

After making contact expressing their goodwill, and having that goodwill reciprocated, the five missionaries took the ultimate leap of faith and landed on a small strip of river beach in January 1956. While their young families prayed and anxiously waited in their jungle homes, the men experienced positive contact initially with the indigenous tribe. However, hope suddenly waned, when the plane and radio contact did not return. An international story quickly developed and a group from Life Magazine was hurriedly dispatched to Ecuador to cover the story. There they found the speared bodies of the missionaries in the riverbed.

For me personally, the most moving part of the documentary was when it was revealed that the missionaries had several loaded guns with them. However, they made it abundantly clear to their families before leaving that if attacked by the Waodani, they would not use them. Their simple and haunting explanation? “They’re not ready for Heaven; and we are.”

Friends, the Apostle Paul wrote, “I have been crucified with Christ and I no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I live in the body, I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” (Galatians 2:20) Paul was expressing something riveting – that he was already dead! In other words, the old Paul, with his old selfish and sinful nature and agenda was deceased, and the new Christ-indwelt Paul was on the scene – fully alive in Christ.

These five brave missionaries all realized some things we as modern-day believers sometime forget – that lost people matter greatly to our King; that comfort cannot be our objective in life; that if you’re truly new in Christ (ie. the old self is dead), His mission and story are the greatest things worth living, and yes, dying for.

Who around you is not ready for Heaven?

Remember! Dead folks don’t fear death any more, and care nothing about rejection and their reputations. Bottom-line: You can’t really kill somebody already dead.

Well are you?

Pastor's Perspective - Draft Picks

2010-04-22T13:52:00.000-07:00

The NFL Draft begins today.

As you know, this is the time of the year when all 32 professional football teams, after months of scouting, film-watching, bowl-attending, combines, campus visits, and interviews, offer their official invitations to the best college players in the country. After accessing their individual team needs, the teams analyze the best players “on the board” to meet those positional needs. After agreeing on each of their selections, that player is contacted, announced and celebrated.

I can only imagine what the folks two thousand years ago thought of the tiny team Jesus assembled. Personally, I would have never chosen the twelve He chose with my dozen draft picks. First of all, I would have never had two brother combinations. Family issues can get so messy sometimes. Plus, one set of brothers were known as ‘sons of thunder’ – hot-heads! Likewise, I would have never selected a tax collector with one of my picks. They were already despised. Who needs that kind of locker room headache? To augment team friction, let’s throw in a zealot! Hating all things Roman, he would have especially hated the tax man – a pawn for the emperor. To add to that, Jesus’ team seemed a bit fishermen-heavy for my likes. One guy was a doubter. One fella was a bit of a snob, prejudiced about anything good coming out of certain villages. And one saw through dollar sign lenses. No thank you! Jesus, what were you thinking? I’ll give you a D+ grade at best for the utilization of your draft picks. Didn’t you analyze their scouting reports?

Recently I pulled-up my old ‘Scouting Report’:
Steve Kiefer. 5’10” 190lbs. Johnson Bible College (Knoxville).
Continually struggles with impatience, pride, impulsiveness, inconsistency, frustration, stress, prioritization, resentment.
Married twice. Divorce and infidelity discovered in family history.
Early history of drugs, alcohol, sexual misconduct, multiple regrettable episodes.
Recommendation: Not worthy of a draft pick. Too damaged. A liability. A reach.

For three consecutive seasons, each of Jesus’ selected teammates drew penalties and fumbled the ball frequently; yet, all, except for one, eventually died for their coach and team leader and performed and played splendidly for His glory.

Let me remind you that Jesus is still assembling a team! He isn’t looking for perfect, cleaned-up, highly-projected personnel with impeccable credentials. Nor is He looking for flash, pedigree, IQ, media good-looks or self-confidence. Instead, He’s looking for the ones most often overlooked – the down & outers – the rejected – the injured – the weary – the disillusioned - the humble – the “real”.

Friends, let me remind you that only God’s grace destroys your old scouting report and replaces it with a team jersey and starting position.

Are you currently on His team? If not, there’s room on the active roster just for you. Announce it today and start a celebration!

Pastor's Perspective - Just Showing Up

2010-04-15T12:59:00.001-07:00

Woody Allen said, “Eighty percent of success is just showing up.” Last Saturday I was reminded of that truth.

For the past several weeks, our 8-year-old Lily had one thing on her mind – Kite Day! From her van seat perch behind her mother, she would read the sign promoting this annual family-fun event as she entered our Fairfield neighborhood. To Lily it all made sense – “I have a kite I’ve only used once. There is going to be a special day to fly it. I’m not going to miss it. I’ll ask the grey-haired guy who lives with us to take me!” So for days beforehand, Lily lobbied for Kite Day. Knowing the zaniness of my erratic schedule, I’d typically smile, feigning mutual enthusiasm, but careful not to commit myself.

Last Saturday, Kite Day arrived. I had spent the first half of the day doing chores, working-out, and doing general weekend things. By noontime I was already exhausted. I slipped into some comfortable hang-out clothes and was content to stay in the rest of the cold and windy day. Until Lily came home! Kite Day had just started and she had no problem conveying to me she was missing it. Immediately the bell rang and an internal wrestling match began in me.

I wrestled with my will versus my little girl’s. I battled with my comfort and her desire. I toiled with my convenience and her adventurous spirit. I grappled between my rich memories and her hunger to make more. I mean, didn’t Lily know or care that 47-year-old fathers need to shut down the engines when they can? In her playful little world, didn’t she know or care that adverse meteorological conditions can hamper even the best conceived plans?

I wrestled.

I lost.

So, I exchanged my old attitude for a new one, my comfy shorts for jeans, my t-shirt for a sweatshirt, and my remote for a kite. Needless to say, Lily was ecstatic.

The investment was minimal, but the dividends were immeasurable. We drove three minutes away and flew a kite twenty minutes, before she complained about the cold and asked to leave. Then we spent precious Lily-Daddy-time thawing-out at the local Starbucks over coffee and Double Chocolaty Chip smoothies.

Friends, what I would have lost out on if I had won that dumb wrestling match. In reality, nobody would have won, and an opportunity would have been lost. Instead, memories were made that will never be forgotten.

In the car on the short drive home, Lily looked up at me adoringly with a smile painted with a remnant of ‘chocolaty’ and absent a few teeth. “Daddy, let’s always go to Kite Day together; even when I’m grown up and married someday.”

Thanks for the reminder Woody.

Pastor's Perspective - Getting Small

2010-03-26T13:44:00.000-07:00

Two weeks ago while filming a television show in Rome, the world’s smallest man died – Pingping of China. A chain-smoker and reported ladies’ man, Pingping was declared the smallest man alive by Guinness World Records in 2008. He was just two feet – five inches tall. According to Craig Glenday, the editor-in-chief at Guinness, “For such a small man, he made a huge impact around the world.” The record-breaking company announced that it will name the new record-holder soon.

I think we all should try-out!

As modern-day Bible students, we know that many-to-most Bible principles fly directly into the flight path of worldly ones. For instance, if you want something, give it away. That enemies are not to be fought, but blessed and prayed for. That it’s the disciplined and self-controlled life that best exhibits freedom. That inner beauty trumps the outer kind. And, that the way to be noticed in God’s eyes is not based on how high you go, but how well your life clears the limbo stick.

One of my favorite biblical characters was John the Baptist. I plan on telling him that someday! Like Jesus Himself, John’s life and ministry were foretold in the Old Testament. Like the Lord’s, John’s angelic birth announcement was unforgettable. Even in utero, John was already reacting merrily to the presence of the Savior! From the beginning, John knew his mission in life emphatically, and he followed it diligently, despite harshest criticism. To the very end, John stood-up for the truth. He was unashamed of his allegiance to Christ, and everyone knew it.

What I love so much about John was, even though he could have used his unique credentials (including being Jesus’ relative) to elevate himself above his peers, he sought to become smaller. The motto of his existence was encapsulated in John 3:30 – “He (Jesus Christ) must become greater; I must become less.”

John reminds us of something we occasionally forget – that humility precedes exaltation. Our culture preaches the message of self-inflation. Its daily sermon through media is ‘The top is where the glory can be found. The top is where money, fame, and carnal cravings can be found and met. It’s a dog-eat-dog place. So step on whoever it takes to get there. Real life is about getting big!’ Tragically, most in our society are eager to hear this message and respond.

Friends, real life is found in taking-off the tux and putting on an apron. Fulfillment is found living daily with an eternal perspective. Successful living is found by the person who has settled the Lordship Issue once and for all and daily. Joy and satisfaction resonate in the life focused on God’s size and not its own. According to John, the only way to truly live is a persistent ambition for minuteness. For it’s in our weakness that He is strong.

I hear the saying, “Go big or go home.” Let’s modify that to, “Go small then go home”! That’s what John did. He lived daily with a realistic view of himself, and then he went home to receive his reward from God.

History has proven that humility always leaves an indelible legacy. Even Pingping proved that small people can make a huge impact around the world.

So, let’s get smaller together! I want to pastor the smallest church in northern California.

Remember, sometimes God can’t use us; not because we’re too small, but because we’re too big.

Pastor's Perspective - How to Make New Friends

2010-03-18T10:55:00.000-07:00

Are you looking for a way to expand the circumference of your social circle? If so, read on.

Recently, by pure accident, I discovered a sure-fire way to make new friends. Pass-out in a jam-packed fitness club! In literally seconds, you’ll meet the most friendly, encouraging and helpful people around.

As many of you already know, two weeks ago I had an episode while working-out with my wife Michelle. I was taken by ambulance to a local hospital where I was observed and subjected to several tests. After giving many a good scare, I’m grateful to report that my heart is normal; however, my common sense needs an immediate transplant!

It was determined that severe dehydration and stress were the two bullies that turned my seemingly good fitness idea into 24 hours of needle jabs, IV pole restroom races, low sodium everything and embarrassing gowns. They also were a deafening siren to do life and ministry smarter. In other words, when you walk in a sports club wearing ear buds and roll out wearing an oxygen mask, its time to wake up and smell the French roast.

Back in my infamous ‘airline days’, I would make the following announcement: ‘In the unlikely event we’d lose cabin pressure, an oxygen mask will be released from the compartment above your head. Tug lightly on the mask to start oxygen flow, then, put the mask on your face, the band around your head, and breathe calmly. If you’re traveling with a child, please put the mask on yourself before assisting your child.’

What Eastern Airlines knew then, was something I had somehow forgotten over the years –you’ve got to take care of yourself first, before you can effectively help others.

As a 47-year-old pastor, I have committed the crime of overriding my common sense. I’ve internalized too much stress. I’ve failed to optimize delegation. I’ve attempted to maintain an unrealistic pace. I’ve neglected my body, by not eating properly, resting and exercising. All of these things are things I preach against.

So, I am out to prove that you can indeed teach an old dog new tricks! As an act of bearing fruit of repentance to God for my negligence, and to honor His gifts of my family, congregation and calling, I’ve dedicated myself to immediate modifications. Through better time management and prioritization, I’m now remembering to put the mask on myself and challenging you to do likewise.

The bottom-line is, God, my family and my congregation deserve a better, healthier, more relaxed and balanced version of me. With God’s grace and the understanding of his people, that person is on the way. Please pray for me, that I could adopt and maintain this smarter lifestyle.

In closing, if at the club you see a perspiring guy on the elliptical machine wearing a floppy hat, dark shades and fake 70’s moustache, that’s me still feeling a bit crunchy about things. Although I creatively made many new friends that morning, I kind of hope they forget about me and the new exercise I invented – ‘The Slump & Sleep’. Do me a favor and just sneak up next to me and quietly ask – “Hey Steve, are you drinking your water?” From now on I’ll have it with me!

Pastor's Perspective - Just One Seat Apart

2010-03-04T13:55:00.000-08:00

One week ago today I boarded a Delta 737 in Sacramento at 5:30 A.M., bound for Salt Lake City, enroute to my final destination of Philadelphia. As many of you know, my 92-year-old Oma died, and I went to eastern Pennsylvania to conduct her funeral.

Admittedly, I like to keep to myself during flights. Those long transcontinental hours are perfect for catching up on my reading, listening to music, working on my book, and experimenting with my newest gadget, my i-phone. At least, that was my plan. God had something else in mind.

Soon after taking my window seat at 28F, a middle-aged woman took hers right next to me. After the door was closed and we realized nobody else was sitting next to us, she scooted over to the aisle seat, leaving just one seat apart. With a bum left knee, the extra space was secretly celebrated by yours truly.

I could tell immediately by the way she fidgeted that she was nervous about flying. I smiled at her, hoping to be reassuring; but didn’t say anything to her until we were in the air.

After reaching our cruising altitude, the flight attendant dropped two bags of peanuts on her tray. She apparently didn’t want them and extended both bags open-palmed toward me with a friendly, “Nuts?” Not being the one to pass up a punch-line I said, “Certifiably.” She howled with a laugh that was part authentic, part nervous energy.

Although I was well into my in-flight magazine reading a fascinating expose on Ashton Kutcher’s favorite international bistros, I heard an inner voice urge me to engage her in conversation. She did give me two bags of peanuts for pete’s sake! (And on planes nowadays, that’s the entrée).

“Where ya headin?” I asked.
“Detroit. My brother-in-law’s funeral. You?”
“Pennsylvania. My grandmother’s funeral. Was his passing expected?”
“Yes. He was very very sick. How old was your grandmother?”
“Ninety-two. A great woman. Already miss her. It will be hard. How long will you be staying in Detroit?”
“Two weeks. You?”
“I’m not going to Detroit.” She smiled wryly as if acknowledging she had met her match..
“My brother-in-law is much better now. No more pain. I believe that. Do you?”
“Absolutely I believe that! I believe there is a greater life beyond the grave. What do you think?”
“I believe that too. I’m fascinated by the after-life. Been reading research on near-death experiences. Something to it all. You know? After we die?”
“I believe that. As a matter of fact I’m counting on it!”
She continued, “I think that you get to keep coming back and back again until you finally get it right.”
“Get it right, huh?” After a short pause I asked her, “So who determines whether you get it right or not?”
She pursed her lips and looked at her air vent overhead reflectively, “I suppose some higher power or being..whoever that might be. What do you believe?”
Without trying to smile too broadly, I looked into her eyes and responded, “I believe with all of my heart that all of us can have hope in this life beyond our deaths, by having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ.” The man in the row in front of us did a lousy job of hiding his interest in my remarks, seizing the opportunity to lean back in his seat.
“Hmm,” she responded, with a warm smile. “I like that.”

For the rest of the flight we talked about books, her job, and her traveling adventures. Although Ashton’s bistro insight was whispering for my attention, showing love and genuine interest in this sweet woman was God’s special assignment for me during the early morning flight. As we talked, I found that though we were miles apart theologically, that she was precious to the heart of God. Had to be, sitting her deliberately next to a knuckle-head like me! We were just one seat apart – so close – so far in ways.

As we taxied into our gate in Utah, she said, “There’s something different about you that I like. I told you all about myself. I’m a bit embarrassed that I bored you with all of my beliefs and stories.” I chuckled and told her that it’s the least I could do for the peanuts! As we unbuckled our seat belts, she turned and asked, “So, what do you do?” Without blinking I told her, “I’m a German shepherd.” She cocked her head with a half-grin needing more elaboration. “I’m a pastor of a church in Suisun City.” Her half-smile turned into a full-blown one instantaneously. She nodded agreeably and said for the second time that morning, “I like that.”

She was nervous about her connecting flight, so I walked her to her gate sixty-three miles away. (Did I mention the bum knee?!)
“Here you go,” I said as I patted her arm, “Have a good flight to Detroit. I’ll be praying for you. God bless you.”
As I turned away I heard her say, “He just did.”

I think I floated onto my Philly-bound flight.

As a side note, I never got back to the Ashton article. Seed-planting and watering was far more compelling.

Pastor's Perspective - Complaining About Complaining

2010-02-16T10:35:00.000-08:00

An elderly man went to the doctor for a visit. "Doc," he said," I have chest pains, headaches, back pains, nausea, arthritis, constipation, earaches, burning in the eyes, congested lungs..." "Sir," says the doctor, "you complain you have so many things. What don't you have?" The man answered, "Teeth."

It’s alarming to me as a local pastor of how much complaining I see and hear around me – especially among those professing an abiding faith in Almighty God.

Over a year and a half ago, my wife Michelle drug me kicking and screaming into the whole Facebook craze. Though obstinate at first, I have found it to be a great tool of daily connection with my church family, and a priceless reconnection vehicle with chums from the past. However, as I scan it daily for the latest status updates, I read so much negativity. Now as a fellow planetary inhabitant, I’m keenly aware that not everyday is a ‘happy clappy everything’s coming up roses day’! I get that. Recession, sickness, heartache, and such are part of the human condition; however, it’s the chronically-critical that make me stop and wonder. Even the Bible’s poster boy for suffering, Job, said, “Shall we accept good from God, and not trouble?”

Speaking from a Christian worldview, I think at the epicenter of Eyore-thinking are four easily-identified variables.

To much ME, and not enough GOD. In other words, as long as I strive to sit on the universe’s throne, I will always look at the world through ‘me-colored’ lenses.

Too much NOW, and not enough THEN. When we fail to have an eternal perspective on our lives, we step on the bear trap of instant gratification.

Too much IDLENESS, and not enough SERVING. I have never seen excessive idleness transform into anything positive - never. However, it’s those who are busy humbly serving others around them that find little-to-no-time to grumble.

Too much ENTITLEMNT, and not enough GRATITUDE. Lack of thankfulness in our day-to-day will always lead to a toxic ‘I deserve this’ mindset. That kind of thinking is the labor room of the critical. It’s only when we intentionally recognize and humbly embrace God’s unmerited grace that we experience authentic contentment within every scenario of life.

If anyone had a reason to complain it was the Apostle Paul. His allegiance to follow Christ had placed him smack-dab in the middle of some of the worst circumstances and persecution imaginable. While writing from a filthy dark prison cell, he wrote a letter filled with the most unlikely ingredient – joy – to the believers in ancient Philippi. ‘Do everything without complaining or arguing.’ (Phil. 2:14).

Huh?! ‘Hey Paul! Wake up! Look around you man. Look where you are! You don’t deserve this. You’re an intellectual super star with the highest education. You’re a ‘somebody’. You have credentials few possess. This is unfair. Scream! Rant! At a minimum, write God a scathing complaint letter. Attica! Attica!’ Yet, Paul never complained. Instead he wrote that God’s grace was sufficient for him; that where sin showed up, God’s grace trumped; that in his puniness, his God was crazy strong.

Paul never complained. Chicken Little did not write two-thirds of our New Testament.

Why?

Because to him life was about God, not himself.
Because he knew that his greatest contentment would come someday, not now.
Because he was too busy rolling-up his sleeves and stooping to serve others to be marked by valueless negativity.
Because he lived hourly with a glorious attitude of gratitude, that kept him faraway from the throne reserved exclusively for his heavenly Father.

Friends, we would be wise as modern-day followers of Christ in Solano County to do likewise. Let’s be marked by joyful perseverance and hope in the God who refuses to fail us. Let’s trust more and complain less.

Remember! Jesus can turn water into wine; but He can’t turn your whine into anything.

Pastor's Perspective - The Ones That Care

2010-02-04T11:38:00.001-08:00

(The following ‘Pastor’s Perspective’ is inspired by ‘Peanuts’ creator Charles Schultz.)

Well, the big game is just a few days away. Who are you rooting for? Colts? Saints? Or like millions, you’ll tune-in to watch the gazillion-dollar commercials and the hyper-hyped halftime show?

Let me ask you a few questions – without Googling!

Name the last five Super Bowls winners.
Name the last five winners for Best Actor or Actress at the Oscars.
Name the last five Nobel Prize winners. (one should be fairly easy)
Name the last five winners of American Idol.
Name the winners of the last five NBA titles.

Do well?

Why not?

The truth is that although for a season they were the very best in their field; eventually, applauding stops. Awards once hoisted high with pride now collect dust, and once vivid memories and celebrations fade.

Let me ask you a few more questions.

Name five people that encouraged you at key moments in your life.
Name five teachers that inspired you to persevere.
Name five people that made you feel special, unique and appreciated.
Name five people that were willing to confront you when you needed it.
Name five people that taught you about Jesus and gave you real hope.

Easier, huh?

Just a reminder that the people who make a real difference in your life are not the ones with the most awards, money and fame. The people who make a real difference in your life are the ones that care.

Thank that person.

Be that person.

Pastor's Perspective - More Than Genetics

2010-01-21T14:54:00.001-08:00

Today, before counseling someone in my office, I showed them photos of my family, while providing a brief commentary on each. As I identified each child by name, I took the time to share something endearing about them. By the time I got to the last photo, I have to confess, I got a bit misty. In that moment of just sharing a bit of myself, before hearing much about them, the Lord touched my heart and reminded me of His matchless love for Michelle and I through each precious face. Each face represented a miracle and Heaven’s sloppy kiss on our life together.

Before we married, we both knew that someday we wanted to be adoptive parents. We had no idea what a prominent place adoption would have in our marriage and home.

So many times during the last dozen years, we have heard sweetly-intended comments like, “How beautiful that you took these children into your home”, or, “They are so blessed to have you as parents.” Yet, it is Michelle and I who are blessed beyond measure! The joy and love our children give us daily eclipses anything we could ever provide them.

Real ‘family’ is more than genetics. It’s about the love of God mysteriously and miraculously interweaving souls for a greater purpose – His glory and our good.

If you’re opening your heart and mind to adoption, please know that the results far outweigh the concerns and effort. Thousands upon thousands of beautiful little ones, made in His image, are currently dreaming about you. They long for someone who will accept and love them without conditions; give them a name and place at the table; and offer them something they cannot give themselves – a family.

Once there were two women
who never knew each other.
One you do not remember
the other you call Mother.
One became your guiding star,
the other became your sun.
The first gave you life
and the second taught you to live in it.
The first gave you a need for love
and the second was there to give it.
One gave you a nationality,
the other gave you a name,
One gave you the seed of a talent
the other gave you an aim.
One gave you emotions,
the other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,
the other dried your tears.
One gave you up--
it was all that she could do,
The other prayed for a child
and God led her straight to you.
And now you ask me through your tears,
the age old questions through the years,
Heredity or Environment--
which are you the product of?
Neither my darling-neither
just two different kinds of love.
Anonymous.

Pastor's Perspective - Don't Say Nuthin'

2010-01-14T13:13:00.001-08:00

Legendary baseball manager Casey Stengel once held a position on the board of directors for a California bank. According to a story that originally appeared in the Wall Street Journal, Casey described his duties this way: "There ain't nuthin' to it. You go into the fancy meeting room and you just sit there and never open your yap. As long as you don't say nuthin' they don't know whether you're smart or dumb."

I’ve learned from the Bible, and from graduating Summa Cum Laude from the ‘School of Hard Knocks’, that the best thing you can say sometimes in the cringing face of crisis is absolutely nothing.

As preachers, we have the priceless privilege to be listened to weekly. Sometimes while I’m in the middle of a message it hits me, “This is kinda weird! All of these people sitting in front of me are actually listening to me. (Okay, three of them are!) They come back and do it every single weekend. Wild!” As I’ve said many times, I believe one of the biggest sins we can commit as teachers is to bore folks with the God-breathed and living Word. Absolutely shameful! There is never a Sunday that goes by that I don’t think, “How cool. What a privilege to communicate the truths of the Bible. I never planned this for my life. How neat that I live in a country that this can happen regularly. Lord, thank you for the blood shed on a cross and on countless battlefields for me to do what I do.”

However, the privilege and spotlight of preaching oftentimes is accompanied by traps. Some of these traps sound something like this – “There is an expectation placed on me to provide a sound biblical commentary of everything happening right now.” Another trap – “Because I have a degree, an office in the church building, and a handful of business cards proving it, I will appear inept if I don’t comment on something with some degree of cogency.” Both are self-imposed traps based in ignorance, and a heaping helping of human pride.

The Bible provides ample evidence that being silent in certain situations is sometimes the best avenue – the godly thing to do. For four hundred years God Himself was silent, before sending an angel to Zechariah’s workplace. Jesus was silent for forty days in the desert. During His mockery of trials, Christ’s silence was deeply unsettling before His accusers; and Isaiah tells us that He would be silent led like a lamb to slaughter (53:7). When Job was afflicted in the most severe ways, we read that his three friends, “sat on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights. No one said a word to him, because they saw how great his suffering was” (2:13).

Recently as I watched a dear friend pass away, just two feet from his bedside, I cried with his family, without words. In their extreme heartache, they didn’t want or need my Bible college explanations or half-baked attempts at rationalizing their nightmare. In that moment, it would have been insensitive, anything but Christ, and frankly, downright offensive. Instead, my prayers and my presence was my “I love you” and sermon.

Therefore, you can only imagine my head-wagging disappointment at the comments by Pat Robertson, trying to explain and pin Haiti’s devastation on a sworn pact with the devil made back in the 1700’s.

Friends, the world is so tired of our insensitive and packaged clichés we so effortlessly espouse as believers. A dehydrated, malnourished father digging through the rubble in the darkness of what once was his Port-au-Prince shanty home, desperately looking for his trapped child, cares absolutely nothing about convoluted history lessons. What he needs most isn’t words, but help. Whether he knows it or not, what he wants is to see and touch the presence and love of Jesus.

Later in Job, those same three friends would show great insensitivity through their callous cross-examination of him. I think Pat Robertson stepped in one of those ‘traps’ I mentioned, and showed great insensitivity to an impoverished nation in torment, offering an explanation where none was wanted or welcomed.

As you know, one of the ‘fruits of the Spirit’ (Gal. 5:23) is self-control. That God-exalting gift and attribute oftentimes comes, not through our fancy theologically-correct words and shadowed “I told you so’s”; but instead, through our prayers, our presence, and our silence.

If you don’t know what to say, don’t say anything.

To quote the prophet Casey, “As long as you don't say nuthin' they don't know whether you're smart or dumb."

Sometimes silence is the smartest thing.

Pastor's Perspective - Helping the Bookers

2010-01-04T18:52:00.000-08:00

On behalf of the Booker family and First Christian Church of Suisun, CA, we thank you again for your steadfast prayers and support. To say these last few weeks have been a challenge is an understatement. Yet, in many ways, the challenges are just beginning. Jonathan ...was diagnosed with lupus recently and a full recovery was expected. However God had other plans and called JB home. Although we mourn his loss, we also rejoice... knowing he is with The Father and is no longer suffering

We are called by God to care for widows and orphans (James 1:27). It is our desire to serve God by serving Viola, Victor, and Jasmia in every way possible. First Christian Church has decided to set up a fund for the Booker family, both to meet immediate and future financial needs. Immediate concerns are funeral expenses and ongoing household expenditures. Please prayerfully consider coming alongside them with a financial donation. During this difficult adjustment and transition there are going to be many changes that have to be made. It is our heart's desire to alleviate as many concerns as we can, so that Viola can focus on healing for herself and the children.

Again, we are asking you to search your heart and give generously. Knowing with full confidence that God will bless your gift. Please also continue to pray for them as they journey through the difficult loss of their husband and daddy.

Donations can be made by going to the nearest Wells Fargo branch. Account # is 2068776497. Or you can send your donation through PayPal. Email: bookerfamilyfund@gmail.com. Thank you!

In the Fight,

Steve

**You can share your sentiments and favorite memories of Jonathan with his family by signing his guest book at bryanbraker.com

Pastor's Perspective - Nothing Even Comes Close

2009-12-30T11:29:00.000-08:00

Pastor Bill Hybels in his book ‘Courageous Leadership’ wrote the following – “There is nothing like the local church when it’s working right. Its beauty is indescribable. Its power is breathtaking. Its potential is unlimited…Whatever the capacity for human suffering, the church has a greater capacity for healing and wholeness…No other organization on earth is like the church. Nothing even comes close.” Over the course of the last several months and particularly last week, Bill Hybels words have resonated with me deeply, as we as a congregation have been rallying behind a critically ill young man and his family.

Jonathan Booker is a hilarious ‘fireball’ of energy and faith-fueled zeal. He and his lovely wife Viola and their two sweet children simply love Jesus – and it shows. I have had the privilege of being their pastor for over 5 years now. Well over a year ago, my wife Michelle and I asked the Bookers to co-lead a brand new community (small) group) here at First Christian. We saw this as a way to meet others needs, groom ‘JB & Vi’ for leadership, and selfishly enjoy this dear couple we love so dearly. To the glory of God, over the course of 2009, we bonded tightly as a group and as a leadership team.

About midway through the year, JB began to acknowledge that something was causing him to lose both his sleep and appetite. Within a few months he lost over 50 lbs, something very unsettling for this work-out-a-holic and his wife. The source of his illness was a mystery no doctor could seem to pin-point. Finally, after an extended time in the hospital, he was diagnosed with lupus – a disease that randomly causes the body to attack itself while depleting the immune system.

After several weeks in the hospital, on Christmas morning he was moved from his private room to ICU, where his life hung in the balance. A few days later, aggressive surgery was performed to remove the source of his dire complications. As an update, last night he required another surgical procedure, with more anticipated. As of now, he remains in critical condition with bleeding challenges and a long road of recovery ahead.

Friends, if I was the ‘CEO of the Universe’, I would have never written this chapter in Jonathan Booker’s life – an unanticipated chapter filled with an endless parade of “Why’s?” However, as a believer in Jesus Christ and someone grossly unqualified to sit on Heaven’s throne, I am called to simply trust – and encourage others to do likewise. All I really know in this trial is that God is good, that God is in complete control, that God sees a grander picture we don’t, that God loves the Booker family more than all of us combined, and that God listens to pray and always answers. I also know that as the Almighty, He owes us no explanations; that anything we can ascertain is an exhibition of His grace.

Since last week I have witnessed His awe-inspiring grace. I have watched and marveled at the Bride of Christ in her most beautiful light. I’ve seen for several days now a hospital waiting room become a campground and rally site of JB and Vi’s fellow community group members and faithful church partners, all there to show support and love in its many glorious and selfless ways. Some bring food. Some sit silently and pray. Some simply cry with the crying. Some have spent the night and want to be available for any “what ifs”. We even had a spontaneous worship service on Sunday afternoon - right outside of the ICU! Tears streamed and voices sang ‘How Great is Our God’, and like Paul and Silas in a Philippian jail, patients and staff stopped and listened. Meanwhile back at the church, prayer vigils (spontaneous and planned) have been taking place daily. Every social networking avenue has been hijacked by our people as a clarion call for JB. Our FCC partners have been activating prayer chains all around the globe. Why? Because Jonathan Booker is our brother. We absolutely refuse to let go of the horns of the altar. We will not give in and we will not give up. We all know that if any of us were in the bed, the church would do the very same thing for any of us. We hold deeply that family doesn’t give up on family. We believe that there are no testimonies without trials, and we have a faith-filled vision of JB stand before us soon healthy and strong giving us his! Simply put, the church is leaning into our Father. The church is leaning into each other. The church is rallying in love. The church is taking off its bib and putting on a towel. The church is rising up. The church is being the church!

‘No other organization on earth is like the church. Nothing even comes close.’

Amen Bill!

**At 11:24 a.m. Sunday, January 3rd, Jonathan was ushered into the presence of his Maker...rewarded with the ULTIMATE healing! Although we are sad & we mourn... We are rejoicing in the ASSURANCE that he is with The Lord & we WILL see him again! PRAISE THE LORD... ALWAYS! Thank you to everyone who has prayed. Please pray for peace for his family.

Pastor's Perspective - Christmas Eve 1969

2009-12-10T11:36:00.000-08:00

Some of you might not know this, but I’ve been writing ‘Pastor’s Perspective’ for ten years now. It began in my previous ministry as a weekly newspaper article, and now it has evolved into an online blog.

Recently I waxed sentimental when I found this article from Christmas 2002. I’m reheating it with prayer that it will resonate with you and draw utmost attention to the season’s true hero. Enjoy!

Four-year-olds are amazing! My little girl, Emma, just enraptures me. Whoever said “all daddies need a little girl” was dead-on. I mean, this child intrigues me. Not only is she the cutest child on the planet, in my somewhat biased opinion, she’s also the smartest! Her newest kick is to ask me, “Daddy, tell me stories of when you were a little boy.”

As the big 4-0 stares me in the face, remembering stories from early childhood becomes more challenging. So, if you see a graying man in a car next to yours at a stoplight rubbing his temples, that’s probably me trying to excavate a long-lost memory for Emma’s enjoyment!

This morning I was awakened by Emma’s face hovering a half a millimeter over mine. Before I could vocalize a playful “Morning. What are you doing in Mommy and Daddy’s bed?” Emma was ready for a tale from the official Steve Kiefer autobiography. “Tell me about when you were a little boy at Christmastime.”

Folks, its tough enough pulling anything out of the memory Rolodex without being season-specific! Suddenly, without warning, I went from sweet slumber to being put on the spot – a groggy game show contestant. Not wanting to disappoint my in-house investigator, I shifted my cerebellum into high gear. With a few seconds, a yuletide memory broke through the fog of time and delighted my little girl.

My first Christmas memory was of being a first-grader in suburban Tampa circa 1969. Back in those days it was not uncommon to go to school on Christmas Eve, which is where my memory transported me. The excitement on my school bus was almost unbearable. My friends and I had been counting the days until the night Santa would arrive. In my young rationality, I knew that the sooner I went to bed, the sooner Santa would come and I could wake up to wrapping-ripping splendor!

As my bus came to a halt at the mouth of our street, I ran as fast as my legs could carry me to my house. As usual, Mom met me at the door with her usual hugs and kisses. However, this was not a usual day. Didn’t Mom know who was on his way, with a sleigh-full of toys? No time for hugs! 86 the smooching!

With red and green radiating from my determined eyes, I sped toward the room I shared with my little brother. Though the bedroom door was only a few feet from my bunk bed, I must have looked like Carl Lewis long jumping onto the bed and scampering under the embroidered ‘cowboy’ covers. Sleep was my bridge to toys!

Mom, concerned by her eldest son’s frenzied behavior, followed me. She probably thought I was sick, climbing into bed at three in the afternoon! In actuality I was – I had a bad case of Santa Claus Fever! After some sweet investigation on Mom’s part, she assured me that I should get up, that Santa would be along shortly. Plus, we had to attend a family function in the country that evening. My plan was dashed.

That evening I was a nervous wreck. Aunt Ona and Uncle Clyde had a great house in the big metropolitan city of Mango (heavy sarcasm there). It was always fun to escape the city and visit our country mice relatives. Uncle Clyde let us pet his horses and pick oranges, a kick for a kid living just a half a mile from an international airport.

There was a great Christmastime Walton Mountain vibe in their home that infamous Christmas Eve, but little Stephen was distracted. I became more and more worried as the party bumped up against midnight – Santa’s ETA. Carelessly walking in on him might disturb and perturb the elf- ultimately affecting my present yield!

Upon arriving home, Dad went in first and scoped out the situation. He returned to the car and assured us that Santa had not yet arrived. My brother and I ran like scalded apes into the house, into our bedroom and under our covers. A holiday crisis had been avoided.

Emma was thoroughly entertained by my story. She flashed me an angelic Rockwell smile I never ever want to forget, and scampered out of our bedroom giggling and satisfied. Before getting up and starting my busy day, I lingered in that memory from long ago just a few minutes longer. As I rewound the tape and played it again in my mind, the Lord shared some unanticipated insight with me. No audible voices, burning bushes or blinding lights, just a still small inner impression. His Spirit reminded me that my behavior that Christmas Eve reflected something much deeper and sobering.

Like the ‘Jumping-in-bed-at-three-in-the-afternoon-Steve’, some folks are genuinely excited and ready for the return of Jesus Christ. They ache for the day when all things will be made right; when we will see again our righteous loved ones; when we’ll see the Father in all His glory with our very own eyes. They see they signs leading up to His arrival and know that it is soon.

However, the sad reality is that most folks are the ‘I-don’t-want-to-see-or-encounter-Him Steve’. God is appropriate to talk to when we want something (like sitting on Santa’s lap), but other than that we’d rather not have to deal with Him. Like the jolly elf, the Lord lives far away, He’s mega-busy, and He only rewards the “good girls and boys”. Right? The timetable on getting their lives together is perpetually on the setting – ‘Someday’. Like Santa to them, He is believed by the immature or the easily deceived among us. Right?

Friends, the Bible tells us that Jesus Christ is indeed returning soon. The signs are evident and increasing. For those looking forward to His appearing, it is a blessed promise on which we as Christians stand and smile facing our future. For those who view His return not as a fulfillment, but instead as a regretful event for which they are unprepared, it’s not too late! The Lord is not a fairy tale for the weak-minded, nor is He far from us. Instead, He is just a repentant prayer away.

He has already personally delivered the greatest gift available to you and your family this Christmas – a real, forgiving and saving relationship with Him through His resurrected Son Jesus Christ!

Why not accept that free gift by faith today? I promise, it will be a memory you’ll never regret or forget!

Merry Christmas!

Pastor's Perspective - What Would Dorothy Do?

2009-12-02T14:10:00.000-08:00

WWJD.

We’ll never know. She was never selected!

Today I read the news story of Dorothy Killingworth, a 59-year-old from Birmingham, Alabama. Earlier this week she reported for jury duty, but was rejected. Why? Because she legally changed her name to Jesus Christ!

According to The Birmingham News, she was excused because she was disruptive and kept asking questions instead of answering them. Likewise, people were shocked when she insisted her name was Jesus Christ. Some potential jurors laughed out loud when her name was called. According to the court administrator, she didn’t attempt to get out of jury duty, instead she was “perfectly happy to serve.”

According to Fox News, “Efforts to reach Christ for comment were unsuccessful.” (With this quote, my last swig of Coke almost exited both nostrils!)

After I picked myself up off of my office floor from laughing so hard, I began to really think about this story. My conclusion was, Dorothy did a pretty good impression! Think about it.

She was disruptive. Nobody stirred up people and rocked the proverbial apple cart the way Jesus did – especially the legalistic.

She asked more questions instead of answering them. Being fully God incarnate, Jesus didn’t fit in anybody’s box! In reality, He left minions asking all kinds of questions in His wake, inquiries that are still debated today.

She was shocking. Jesus was shocking and scandalous. A ‘Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace’ who touched sores, knew beer drinking songs, lunched with scoundrels, defended the marginalized, washed the tootsies of His betrayer, and returned hope and self-worth to the guilty, rejected and labeled.

She was laughed at. So was Jesus when He declared a dead child was merely sleeping.

She was perfectly happy to serve. By His own admission, Jesus encapsulated His divine mission, ‘The Son of man came not to be served, but to serve.’ And serve He did – perfectly – completely – all the way to a Roman cross.

Friends, just a reminder that you don’t need to legally change your name to His to deepen your appreciation and imitation of Him this Christmas season.

So Dorothy, not a bad job overall. However, to this west coast pastor, you’ll always be ‘Dorothy’ to me. There’s only one Jesus Christ!

Pastor's Perspective - Twelve Minutes

2009-11-25T11:48:00.000-08:00

Columnist Erma Bombeck said, “Thanksgiving dinners take eighteen hours to prepare. They are consumed in twelve minutes. Half-times take twelve minutes. This is not coincidence.”

Well Thanksgiving 2009 is here. Admittedly, Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday of the year. I know, as a pastor it should be Easter or Christmas, right?! However, Thanksgiving charged past the holiday pack and took the lead somewhere in recent years absolutely unannounced. I believe it got its turbo kick through my deepening appreciation for family (especially mine), and the ability to authentically embrace something we all hunger for – contentment.

Something else has changed recently. As I walk with the Lord, I’m finding that most of my prayers nowadays are bulging with, “Thank you Lord.” Where in the past, my conversations with the Father initially began with thanks as a precursor to the main thing, “Lord, please do..”; my prayers are different now. I’m enjoying just thanking Him, without asking Him for anything. As I’ve shared many times, I sincerely believe that as we seek and acknowledge His benevolent face with gratitude, His hand naturally opens.

This year I have much to me thankful for..

A Father who is on the move, continuously telling an epic redemptive love story, in which He graciously allows me to a bit player and passing cast member.

A Son who is absolutely sovereign over His everlasting Kingdom, yet loves to the point of death, and still dons a towel to serve His creation.

A Spirit that gloriously possesses permeating and transforming power to change hearts, destroy insurmountable obstacles, direct the aimless, and illuminate our darkest realities here below.

A wife who loves me despite my many foibles, is distinctly dependable, annoys me with her discernment, masterfully lassoes daily a tornado known as the Kiefer household, and is adored my her children, countless friends, and critters.

Children who continue to amaze me, tighten their grip on me, and stoke the flame of immeasurable love and pride in their Daddy’s heart.

Parents and in-laws who prove regularly that encouragement and cheerleading do not diminish with age or across time zones.

Siblings who still bring tremendous joy and laughter to their big brother.

Relatives and friends who remind me that ‘family’ and 'friendship' are God’s priceless legacies and sweetest kisses on my earthly existence.

A church of ‘real people’ that mysteriously tolerate my ‘Southernisms’, endless ‘Top Ten Lists’, my stage-stalking rants, my strike-outs, and my many weaknesses, yet, hug my neck weekly and lovingly call me their pastor.

Staff and Co-Leaders who are endlessly devoted, ridiculously talented, tirelessly zealous, and possess a miraculous gift – the ability to somehow make the lead pastor look good.

Lastly, an exciting Mission of a lifetime, big and adventurous enough to wake-up eagerly every morning and take my place in the fight.

Enjoy your twelve minutes!

Pastor's Perspective - Solitude Solution

2009-11-18T16:55:00.000-08:00

For many years since entering the full-time ministry, I have wanted to go somewhere and have several days of solitude and uninterrupted time with the Lord. Last week that fantasy came true.

Thanks to the graciousness and generosity of many, I spent four days in a great cabin in the foothills of the Sierras. I loaded up my Beetle with some groceries, books I have been wanting to read but could never get around to, my new laptop, a few changes of clothes and my Bible, and made the scenic hour and a half drive. The cabin was beautiful, isolated and absolutely perfect for what I envisioned and needed. To add to the backdrop, the weather was fireplace chilly. There was no cell phone coverage and no television. Again, perfect.

Each morning after washing up, I’d read extended passages of Scripture at the dining room table, followed by the most captivating and moving experiences of communion in recent memory. After communion I would fix breakfast, take walks, pray, read, take drives into town, and just be still and silent before Him. I read several books in one sitting (something impossible in my weekly routine), all of the psalms, and outlined and wrote the ‘Introduction’ for the book I’m writing. The only thing I didn’t check off my list was to return back to Chelle and the kids with a big wild mountain man beard (which for anybody who knows me would have taken a merciful act of the Most High!)

Besides enjoying rest, I know that the Spirit was dealing with me, but honestly I’m not actually sure just what He did. Daily and unexpectedly, I would experience “waves” of joy and exhilaration that would result in unbridled praise and gratitude. However, just when I thought my excursion was a camp meeting, a rogue whitecap swept me away to tears of intercession and repentance. There were no burning bush or talking donkey experiences, but I knew that the wind was blowing wherever He wanted to blow, and that He was proving His mystery. I’m certain that He was filling in shallow places, while simultaneously tearing needless things in my character down. Maybe someday He’ll give me the details.

Good Lord willing, my hope is that this will be the first of many such pilgrimages. However, I must make a true confession, lest ye think mistakenly that I’m some Gibraltar of spirituality. While pecking away on my book one evening, alone in the cold dark woods, I thought of Kathy Bates walking up to me with a block of wood and a bad attitude! That night I locked my bedroom door.

Pastor's Perspective - Connecting with God? NO SWEAT!

2009-10-29T13:05:00.000-07:00

So you want to connect with God? No sweat!

I was saddened to hear about the needless deaths of three people involved in a sweat lodge ceremony in Arizona earlier this month. The three victims were among sixty others attending a five-day retreat held by new age millionaire guru James Arthur Ray. Each person paid the $9,000 registration fee, subjecting themselves fully to a variety of life-expanding and spiritually stimulating experiences hosted by Ray and his staff. During one of these experiences, the sweat lodge, people vomited, passed out, became critically ill and even died. This tragedy is currently under investigation. Apparently, the sweat lodge ceremony was the culminating event after days of physically and mentally strenuous exercises, which involved fasting and one game in which Ray himself played God.

Sweat lodge ceremonies are closely linked with the religious practices of certain native American groups. Sometimes referred to as a ‘medicine lodge’ or a ‘medicine house’, a structure is built to facilitate a type of ceremonial sauna. In isolation and under extreme heat, the participants engage the process through drumming, chanting, and offerings to the spirit world.

God, through His Word, the Bible, has made it abundantly clear how we can and should engage Him.

First of all, we don’t need another human being to connect with God. The Apostle Paul wrote, “For there is one God and one Mediator between God and men, the man Christ Jesus” (1 Timothy 2:5). Simply put, our direct connection to God and unlocking the full potential of the spiritual you is through Jesus Christ exclusively – not through a guru with manipulative ideas and deep pockets.

Second, we don’t need to connect with God through physical manipulation or sensory stimulation. So many sadly rely, and are led into believing, that achieving a certain euphoric emotional state (oftentimes manipulated) is their way of ripping the veil separating us and the Almighty. Jesus told a rejected woman in Sychar, “Yet a time is coming and has now come when the true worshipers will worship the Father in spirit and truth, for they are the kind of worshipers the Father seeks” (John 4:23).

James, a brother of Christ and leader of the Jerusalem church, wrote something so beautiful, “Come near to God and he will come near to you..” (4:8a). Friends, the cross of Christ is proof that nobody wants to connect with you more than your heavenly Father! No one paid a higher cost to forge such a precious and necessary relationship. Scripture reminds us that while we were still God’s enemies, Jesus died for us. In other words, we don’t have to torture ourselves and subject ourselves to false teachers to get it!

So, how do we authentically connect with God? The answer is simple – Jesus Christ.

Jesus said, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me” (John 14:6).

So, if you are hungry to connect with the Highest Power available, I’ve got good news for you! Put the self-help book down. ‘Void’ your $9,000 check. And, save yourself from a whole lot of physical and emotional exertion and manipulation.

God is wanting you to connect with Him today – right where you are – through the Lord Jesus Christ.

No sweat!

Pastor's Perspective - The Power of Sloppy Kisses

2009-10-14T15:48:00.000-07:00

I wish all of you could meet my Oma!

The endearing name ‘Oma’ is a German slang for grandmother. Recently Oma was hospitalized in Reading, Pennsylvania, so she has naturally been on my mind and in my prayers. Indulge me as I share just a few things about this amazing and unforgettable 92-year-old.

Oma raised three children in the middle of WWII, while my grandfather (‘Opa’) was off fighting for the bad guys. She kept her family together in the midst of chaos in a battle-torn, dictator-led country, surviving under the harshest conditions. Following the war, she left her family and homeland for America. By way of Canada, she and Opa eventually settled in the suburbs of Buffalo, New York. It was there that my then teenage parents (Klaus & Sandy) met as neighbors, and fell hard for each other. Mom was a pretty, gregarious, brown-eyed brunette; while my Dad was a hard-working, blue-eyed foreigner, bent on destroying the English language single-handed! After a long sweetheart courtship and eventual wedding, I came along in a blinding Lake Erie snowstorm in January 1963.

I always adored my Oma. From my earliest recollection, she has always been old! After we moved to Tampa as kids, we would beg to go see her every single vacation. As a child the hardest moment was saying goodbye to her. Several days before our departure, she would already be saying things like, “In four days you go home, so far away. I hope I see you again.” She had us weeping days in advance! I laugh at that now as a 46-year-old man – crying that I’d never see Oma again - back in 1970! I still think she’s going to outlive us all.

Oma never mastered the English language, speaking only German with Opa. Oma also never drove a car, because Opa drove everywhere. Oma was a ridiculously amazing cook and housekeeper. She was a ‘hausfrau’ through and through, and wore that title with great pride and honor. She adored all her kids and grandkids (still does) and lavished us with crazy lavishing love.

Oma is my only living grandparent. Opa died several years ago, as did my wonderful grandparents on my Mom’s side (Albert & Mattie Lou Watson). Several years ago, Oma asked me to do something I’m already dreading. Oma asked me to preach her funeral someday. Naturally I’ll keep my promise, but I don’t have to like it.

With her last emergency hospitalization, I thought about the reality of keeping that promise. My mind raced back over a lifetime of priceless memories – the parties, the meals, 6-weeks in Germany with her in 1974 at age 11, the endless laughs, the hospitality, the culture and pride of heritage she instilled. Then it hit me. My favorite thing I love about Oma is this – before kissing me, she always licked her lips – big, pink, Euro lips! As grandkids, we would literally inhale when we saw her coming with a smooch. There was no escaping those drowning, smothering, lip-locks. When Oma loved you, she did it openly and all the way. Dry kisses were absolutely unheard of at Oma’s place!

Today, she would remind all of us to love your family madly and affectionately while there is time to do it, withholding nothing when it comes to love. Let’s be honest. Your kids when they grow up will most likely forget everything you buy them this Christmas. However, they will never forget the love they experienced through positive consistent physical touch. So, honor my Oma tonight when you kiss your kids goodnight. Run your tongue over your lips and get em good! Sure they’ll think it’s gross. But they’ll doze off knowing that sloppy kisses can be wiped-off, but the love gets down deep.

Thanks Oma. I love you.

Pastor's Perspective - Justice

2009-09-30T09:55:00.000-07:00

If moral relativism wasn’t so morally disgusting, it would be laughable.

Over the last few days I’ve casually been staying tuned to this whole Roman Polanski story. For those unfamiliar with him and his work, he is an award-winning film director. His story is a fascinating one, ranging from being a Holocaust survivor, to losing his wife Sharon Tate in the infamous Manson murders, to box office stardom. Thirty-two years ago, Polanski had sexual intercourse with a 13-year old girl. Since then, the United States has had a warrant out for his arrest. After fleeing justice all these many years, Polanski was arrested this past weekend in Zurich while attending a film festival. His legal team is aggressively fighting his extradition.

What is nauseating to me is the way many are trying to sweep the past under the proverbial rug and make excuses for him. Friends, Roman Polanski raped a child! The last I heard, that is still a horrendous, despicable and arrestable offense in this land, no matter how long ago it happened.

This week, celebrities are going so far as to saying it wasn’t a “rape rape.” Huh?! Some are saying that because he survived a death camp and lost his mother at Auschwitz that justice should go lightly on him. Others say that because he lost his wife so tragically that there should be great mercy extended to him. The biggest ‘but’ camp is citing his artistic cinematic talent to be his ‘Get Out of Jail’ card. Lastly, a few say that his advancing age should be considered, or that he is philanthropic.

As a pastor, I hear the very same arguments to answer, ‘Why God should let me into Heaven’. “Well, I don’t deserve hell, because I lived it here on earth.” “I’m a good person who helps people out when I can.” “I’ve lived a long life and deserve to go.” “I shared my talent for the enjoyment of many; therefore, I should get something, right?”

Friends, Roman Polanski committed a crime. He should and will face justice for it. No excuses can justify raping a child.

Friends, all of us have committed a crime against a holy God. We’re all guilty as sin and of sin! We have absolutely no justifiable excuses for our rebellion. However, Jesus Christ condescended to His offenders, and on a Roman cross, graciously took our full penalty upon Himself, satisfying God’s divine arm of justice.

Justice = Paying the due penalty of what we deserve.

God's grace = Jesus paying the due penalty of what we deserve.

How can we turn an offer like that down?

Pastor's Perspective - Next Tuesday

2009-09-23T09:43:00.001-07:00

Last Wednesday I restarted my weekly morning adult Bible study called ‘The Pie Club’. Our group of about 12 have begun an exciting expedition through the book of Acts.

Last week I shared the pertinent introduction stuff – author, place, recipients, themes, unique characteristics, etc. We got to Luke’s amazing account of Christ’s glorious and promised ascension before our time together ran out. The angels in the scene remind Jesus’ team that He will come back someday in the same fashion. So, we began to talk about some of those dynamics –personally, physically, suddenly, and the like. Then our group matriarch, Margaret Rickard, posed a question I’m posing to you today as a reader – “What if we knew Jesus was coming back next Tuesday. What would we do?’

The room fell awkwardly silent. I then asked each attendee what they would do, knowing that each believed that Jesus was coming back and that He would come back suddenly. The answers varied, some with tears; but there was a commonality that was unmistakable – “I would do whatever I had to to get my loved ones saved.”

What would you do if you knew Jesus was coming back next Tuesday?

Pastor's Perspective - Where Were You?

2009-09-10T13:55:00.000-07:00

I remember the morning vividly. It was just another Tuesday morning, or so I thought. I had a jam-packed ‘To Do’ list of things to accomplish at church that day. As I got ready, I flipped on the television in my bedroom to catch a few headlines before racing off. What I saw instead was horrifying; a live national nightmare. Both of the tallest towers of the World Trade Center complex were ripped open with the unmistakable black smoke of burning jet fuel billowing above them, dissipating in the wind. Stunned, I remember reaching for my cell phone and calling my secretary at the church office and saying, “Gena, lock-up the church and go home. The world just changed.”

Since that horrible day, Michelle and I have visited the WTC site twice. ‘Surreal’ is the only word I can find to describe our time there. During our second visit we took our children. Interesting enough, as buildings and fields burned in New York, Washington D.C. and Pennsylvania, our youngest Lily was coming into the world.

Just a year before the attack, Michelle and a girlfriend had visited a childhood friend who worked as a broker for Cantor Fitzgerald at the very top of Tower 1. By fate, he relocated with another company to another city in the interim. Through sobs he shared with Michelle on the phone that evening, “They’re all gone. Everybody I worked with and introduced you to – gone.”

Where were you?

Pastor's Perspective - FOR MEN ONLY

2009-09-02T11:52:00.000-07:00

In a church culture permeated by white-washed messages, high in motivation and self-discovery and low on Jesus, I found this following message refreshing, convicting and challenging.

I believe every man on the planet needs to take just one hour of his life and watch this sermon by Pastor Mark Driscoll of Mars Hill Church in Seattle. It's a clarion call for real men to be real men - to step-up and model authentic masculinity Jesus-style.

http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/trial/marriage-and-men

Pastor's Perspective - Just As Much Today

2009-08-21T11:24:00.000-07:00

I love my congregation just as much today as the day we rolled into town.

Earlier this month, my family and I celebrated our 5-year anniversary in the community and at First Christian! Being a sentimentalist at heart, I stopped to reflect on our arrival in late July 2004.

I’ll never forget the phone call we received that Sunday evening. The church had flown Michelle and I out for an intensive interview weekend. After being bumped around the country by our air carrier, we arrived at the Sacramento Airport weary and a bit slap-happy from a marathon day. There to meet us with his signature grin, holding a sign that read ‘KIEFER’, was Steve Strem! He drove us to our hotel then to the church where a group was waiting eagerly to feed us and ask us a wide spectrum of questions. Throughout the weekend we met in people’s homes and continued to eat and answer questions. That Sunday morning I preached twice in a new outfit Michelle had bought me. Afterward we went back to our hotel and literally crashed! That night the church met to vote on us, while we continued to recover in our room in Fairfield. The phone rang and Steve Strem asked if I would accept their invitation to come and be their pastor. When I answered “Yes”, my heart jumped for joy, as a deafening cheer rose up on the other end of the line. Unknown to me, I was on a speaker phone with the entire congregation listening in! Many of us met for pizza afterwards to celebrate. What a beautiful unforgettable memory.

The 7-day drive out here from central Florida was another unforgettable memory. On the sixth day as we were entering the Mojave Desert, our air conditioning went out in our minivan, while I drove ahead in our big rental truck. Through God’s kindness we were able to get to Bakersfield for the evening. By that time in the trip we were exhausted, hot, frustrated and bit over it all. I remember my call to Mike Kleeman. Though I didn’t really know Mike, I knew he was an Elder and that he probably needed to know where and what his new pastor and his family were and were doing. After explaining our air conditioning challenge, I’ll never forget Mike’s words – “Sit tight. We’ll come get you.” So, the Kleeman family and the Lum family left at 3AM to get to us in Bakersfield by breakfast-time at 8! Talk about a wonderful memory and first impression of the selfless love found at FCC.

Later that evening our arrival in our new community was more of a hobble than a triumphant entry! Here we were, already leaning on our new church family, riding in among a caravan of mismatched vehicles. There to eagerly meet us and welcome us, at the house we had never seen before, ready to unload our packed Penske moving truck was the entire church!

Friends, that deep love and open-armed hospitality was here at FCC long before anybody heard of the Kiefer family. And I can say today, with fullest confidence, still exists for anyone who is looking for a real place to belong.

I love my congregation just as much today as the day we rolled into town.

Pastor's Perspective - A Greater Freedom

2009-08-07T11:17:00.001-07:00

"My job was to do one thing, which I was honored to do, as an American and as a father," ... "I wanted those young women to be able to come home.” – Former President Bill Clinton

Earlier this week as I was preparing for the day, I watched the live coverage of the homecoming of journalists Laura Ling and Euna Lee, two Americans captured, tried, and sentenced by the North Korean government. For 140-days they became unlikely pawns in an international propaganda war between our country and one bent on rogue behavior. As the door of their shimmering jetliner opened, both women quickly descended the stairs into the open arms of their elated families. Talk about a feel good scene. Don’t we all just love happy endings?

After many tears and hugs, former president Bill Clinton regally walked down the jet stairs. In a 20-hour whirlwind trip, he had met with the North Koreans and brokered the journalists’ release – the hero of their freedom. During her brief emotion-filled statement, Laura Ling spoke of their shock and joy at going from a state of despair and hopelessness into a meeting attended by the former Commander and Chief. According to Ling, the minute she saw and met him, she knew that everything would be okay.

Again, we as Americans love happy endings. In a cinematic-saturated culture, we like it when the bad guy gets his, the Death Star and the great white shark explodes, and the good guy gets the pretty girl, riding away in a convertible while Joe Cocker belts out the chorus. We absolutely dig it! I dig it, and dug it earlier this week. As image-bearers of God, some things actually survived the Fall, namely our sense of justice and resolution.

As I enjoyed the scene being played-out in a Burbank airliner hanger, I was soberly reminded of the greatest rescue ever recorded. Think about it.

At one time, every member of the human family was held justifiably captive, by our own rebellious nature. Each one of us lived in a state of perpetual despair and hopelessness, powerless to liberate ourselves from the iron bars our sins warranted. Unlike Ling and Lee, we were absolutely guilty of treason and mutiny against a holy God. Then, just when we thought all was lost, someone left the peace and splendor of his home faraway and perfectly brokered our release – sinlessness for sin – righteousness for unrighteousness.

Wouldn’t it have been the epitome of foolishness, for Ling and Lee, after seeing and meeting Clinton to say, “No, we’re fine where we’re at. Thanks any way. We’re cool”? Instead, they were overjoyed and overwhelmed that their rescuer would come from so far away, such a powerful individual whom they had never met.

Through the person of Jesus Christ, the hero of our freedom, God the Father has liberated us.

Why?

Because as a father, He wanted us to be able to come home.

Pastor's Perspective - Kids and Church

2009-07-30T11:33:00.000-07:00

Some kids will do anything to get out of church!

I confess that last night I had a bit of a chuckle after reading an online news story – after the fact of course. Apparently a 7-year-old boy in Utah led the police on a car chase, all in an effort to avoid going to church! After witnesses saw a child driving a Dodge Intrepid, they called the authorities who followed him at speeds up to 40 mph. Finally the boy stopped in a driveway and ran inside a home. According to the Associated Press, when the boy’s father confronted him later about his reckless behavior, the boy explained that he simply didn’t want to go to church that morning.

Several years ago back in Florida I preached a message called, ‘Dying to Get Out of Church’. The Bible text I used was the account of the Apostle Paul raising a kid named Eutychus back to life (Acts 20:7-12). Apparently the time-pressed apostle was doing a ‘Smokey & the Bandit’ message – a long way to go and a short time to get there! A young man named Eutychus was becoming groggier and groggier as he sat in the window listening. Finally he couldn’t fight slumber any longer and fell from the 3-story ledge to his death. Paul, not missing a beat, simply paused his message, marched downstairs, threw himself on the child and through God’s miraculous power, raised the boy back to life! This dramatic event proved to have little effect, as Paul just continued preaching until sunrise.

Some kids will do anything to get out of church!

I’m always saddened when someone tells me that their kids don’t like coming to church. This statement usually tells me that the child is not being intentionally and creatively reached, has made few friends, or is seeing hypocrisy or lack of ‘church’ zeal in his parents. Gratefully, I rarely if ever hear that! I’m so very blessed to pastor a congregation that makes student and children’s ministry a high priority. Where some might only pacify and warehouse kids while their parents get all the focus and creative attention, FCC is not one of those places. We value the wonderful opportunity God has given us to introduce young people to Christ at the level they can comprehend and engage Him. From our loving Nursery Ministry, to Kingdom Kids, to Awana, to Impact Student Ministries, all are fun and creative avenues led by highly dedicated leaders and volunteers trying to make positive first impressions. Our goal is for each child to know that they are unconditionally loved by their Creator, that following Jesus Christ daily is key, that the Bible is their reliable life-long guide, and that each tender life has a God-sized plan accompanying it.

So, my challenge to you is to bring your young ones to church regularly, support specialized children’s and youth ministry, volunteer selflessly, and thank those who labor with your child’s salvation and spiritual maturity at heart.

My guarantee is, your child won’t fall asleep, and, you won’t have to hide your car keys!

Drama Camp Talent Show – Friday, July 31 at 6PM
Vacation Bible School – Monday, August 3rd thru Friday, August 7th – nightly
Awana Club – Continuing September 2009
Kingdom Kids – Every Sunday morning during both services (9 & 11AM)
Impact Student Ministries – Every Wednesday (Sr High) & Thursday (Jr High) and every Sunday morning

Pastor's Perspective - Just One Promise

2009-07-09T15:54:00.001-07:00

Fifteen years ago God called me into the full-time ministry.

For the first thirty years of my existence, I had no idea what the Lord wanted me to do with my life; but the summer of 1994 He made it abundantly clear. I remember the first few days after the calling. I was filled with relief and excitement yes, but also with some fear and anxiety.

For the hundreds who have heard my testimony over the years, I share that Michelle and I were newlyweds, only six months married. We had just bought our little “dream house”, had good jobs, lived close to family and friends, were extremely active in our home church, and were excited to start a family. Then one day, like any other day, God made an unanticipated, strong and sudden impression in me that set me on this white-knuckle ride of faith.

As mentioned, there were many fears and anxieties initially, like telling and leaving our family and friends (ie. ‘going public’), quitting our jobs, selling our house, college tuition and living expenses, and the toll this new chapter would have on a brand-new marriage.

One day while reading my Bible, I read something Jesus shared - a promise - “And everyone who has left houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or fields for my sake will receive a hundred times as much and will inherit eternal life” (Matthew 19:29). I remember being seized by that verse, unable to read on. Following God’s voice for us meant giving up ever single one of those things! Taking my open Bible to Michelle, I read it to her and said, “We either believe what Jesus promised here or we don’t. And if we don’t, we shouldn’t go into the full-time ministry.” My beautiful bride shook her head in agreement, and our adventure of releasing and expecting began.

I share this with you my readers, not to paint myself as some spiritual superhero. I am far from that. Though I’m a pastor, I’m a man who faces challenges and struggles like everyone else. The reason I shared a chapter of my story with you is because of something I have tested repeatedly and have found to be true - Jesus never fails! He made good on every single one of those things we surrendered to follow Him. By far the hardest part was parting with our family. Listen, the family we said goodbye to venturing into the unknown, God over the years has multiplied a hundred-fold all around the planet! How about that dream house we put on the market? God has literally given us houses and other supernatural housing opportunities since saying “yes” to Him! Everything we put in His hand, came back – multiplied and way better than anything we initially gave Him.

So what am I saying?

Friends, Matthew 19:29 is just one small verse of promise in the Bible, among thousands of such promises! Take it from me, His Word is strong and reliable. You can trust Him. He will not and cannot let you fall. Jesus never fails!

So when it comes to life, the choice is ultimately ours, ‘Will we stand on the promises, or sit on the premises?’ One is boring and fruitless, but the other is an adventure of a lifetime!

Pastor's Perspective - White Panel Vans

2009-06-26T10:39:00.000-07:00

I’ve seen a lot of white panel vans in my sixteen years of ministry. They are the discrete modes of transportation funeral homes and coroners use to transport the deceased. Countless times I have been with grieving families in their homes, waiting for the white panel van to show up and take their loved ones away. The personnel change; always professional and empathetic. But one thing is predictable, that white panel van.

Yesterday my wife and I watched the live news coverage of the death of Michael Jackson. Admittedly, I wasn’t a big fan. Michelle saw him in concert on his Victory Tour in 1984. She and another 11-year-old friend rode a bus 4 hours to see him and his brothers perform at the Gator Bowl in Jacksonville. She still has the concert t-shirt! Although I wasn’t a fan, I can hardly refute his impact on the music world. My earliest recollections of him were as a child watching him on American Bandstand. Later I was intrigued by his reemergence as an artist through his earliest albums and groundbreaking videos. Admittedly, in later years, I found his behavior and appearance eclipsed any great appreciation I had for his music.

Yesterday, with LA news choppers circling overhead, the sheet-shrouded body of Michael Jackson was loaded into a white panel van.

As I watched it, I was reminded of several things. First, how many times I witnessed that personally. But secondly, and most profoundly, was the commonality of death. As I watched the sheriff workers and coroner workers move swiftly, I was reminded that we all die – that death is the great equalizer of mankind. Think about it. Who else had been transported in that same white panel van? My guess is many homeless, ‘John Does’, gang-bangers, and the desperately poor. Yet, here was the ‘King of Pop’, a personality so titanic that third-world children sing his songs, and for a day all other world events were reshuffled to the back of the line (Iran, North Korea, Governor Sanford, Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, national healthcare) – sharing the same discrete death accommodations as us ‘ever-day Joes’. Yep, death is the great equalizer.

Ecclesiastes 8:8 tells us that “No one has power over the day of his death.”, and the writer of Hebrews reminds us that, “Man is destined to die once, and after that to face judgment” (9:27).

The story is told of an ambitious young law student who one day had a personal dialogue with God. The Lord asked the young man, “So, what are you going to do with your life?” The student replied, “I’m going to finish at the top of my law class!” The Lord asked, “Then what?” The student continued, “I’m going to set-out my shingle and make a lot of money!” The Lord asked, “Then what?” “Well, I’m going to find the prettiest girl I can and ask her to marry me. Then we’ll start a family!” Predictably the Lord countered, “Then what?” A bit flustered, the student responded, “I’ll retire and enjoy all the fruits of my labor.” “Then what?” After a long ponderous moment the young man looked up and said, “Well, I guess I’ll die.” The Lord, with love in His voice then asked His final question – “Then what?”

Friends, Michael Jackson’s death should force each of us to ask ourselves an honest question as the white panel van in your town waits for its next dispatch – “Then what?”

Pastor's Perspective - This Isn't It

2009-06-25T13:45:00.001-07:00

This isn’t it.

Last night as I was dozing-off into my post-Conan slumber, I was reminded of the truth in that statement – ‘This isn’t it’. Somehow its resonation re-centered me and brought me no small infusion of peace.

Like all of you, sometimes my attention and focus gets diverted. The seen and the passing gets too much of me, rather than the unseen and eternal. I look at personal events, like the one I wrote about two blog postings ago, and wonder ‘why’. Similarly, I swim daily in the tank of church leadership, during a challenging time unprecedented in two thousand years of evangelicalism. Next, as a current events junkie, I read the headlines daily. My head has wagged repeatedly recently at the image of a young girl’s dying stare in a violent Tehran street, celebrities transcending justice, governors embarrassing their families and constituents, rogue nuclear dictators, misprioritized misspending by Teflon politicians, crashing and colliding planes, trains & automobiles, television commercials that make me run for the remote, and now, it’s apparently just too late for a certain Jon and a certain Kate! (What about the ‘Eight’ part?)

After serving as a missionary for forty years in Africa, Henry C. Morrison became sick and had to return to America. As his ocean liner docked in New York Harbor there was a great crowd gathered to welcome home another passenger on that same boat. Morrison watched as President Teddy Roosevelt received a grand welcome home party after his African safari. Resentment seized Henry Morrison and he turned to God in anger, "I have come back home after a lifetime of service to Christ and the church and there is no one, not even one person here to welcome me home." Then a still small voice came to Morrison and said, "You're not home yet."

Friends, this isn’t it. You’re not home yet.

The aging Apostle Peter identified the recipients of his first amazing epistle “aliens and strangers in the world.” As modern-day Christ followers, we can and must embrace those same titles and truths, and set our hearts and minds on eternal horizons – untouched by worldly vandalism.

Are you hanging on too tightly?
Have you put too much of your wellbeing in a president and economy?
Is this old world, with all it’s many upside down players and pieces, stealing your joy and robbing your hope?

Let me remind you friends - this isn’t it.

Better is coming, and it’ll all be worth it!

Pastor's Perspective - More Dads Needed

2009-06-11T16:12:00.001-07:00

I’m grateful that I had a Dad.

Some might be saying, “Dufus, we all had a dad.” Of which my response is, “No we didn’t. We all had a father, but we all didn’t have dads. There’s a vast difference. And, it’s ‘Pastor Dufus’ to you!”

A father is someone who paid a minimal genetic cover charge to receive that title. Or, is someone who paid the cover, demands respect, and yet continues to pay the minimum when it comes to leading his family. Fathers are well-acquainted with terms like busyness, absence, disconnection and indifference. Sadly and tragically, the father population is rising and is at an all-time high, catalyzing most of the glaring breakdowns we see all around us. Although the economy and government are easy scapegoats for all that’s wrong, the biggest and truest culprit is the absentee Dad. More ominous than the swine flu is the pandemic of too many fathers and too few of what God intended – men being men.

In contrast, a dad is something very special and unique. He is God’s blueprint creation for the human family and society. As a matter of fact, when His creature called ‘Dad’ is actively embracing, endorsed and executing his divine role within his family and town, wives have authentic wellbeing, kids feel secure physically and in identity, neighborhoods are strong, communities flourish, society is undergirded and the world becomes a better place to live.

My Dad came to this country when he was just a teenager. During his childhood and early teen years he lived in war-torn Germany. He remembers spending long days and nights with his mother and young sisters in crowded bunkers and shelters while his father fought. He would soothe his sisters to sleep with his harmonica playing while bombs fell overhead. After the war, my grandfather moved his young family to the country of the winning side – no small humble task – especially for a thick accented former enemy with the first name ‘Adolf’! By way of ship and Canada, my Dad started life in a brand-new land with a brand-new language. His advanced age but lack of formal education landed him in the class with the youngest students. He was a bit of a sideshow, a humiliated blonde-haired, blue-eyed teenager who rolled his ‘r’s’ scrunched into a miniscule grammar school desk. To make it in the new country and to help his family, he left school and worked hard relentless hours with his hands as an apprentice wood fixture maker – the same occupation in which he would retire fifty years later.

With many societal strikes against him, Klaus Adolf Kiefer, immigrant, made it his objective to be a great dad and family man. Independent of high literacy, high salaries, and even higher social benchmarks, Dad was magnificent in his simplicity. He loved his wife, loved his three kids, was a stellar neighbor, laughed openly and frequently, served his church, paid his taxes, maintained beautiful yet modest homes, helped coach his kids sports teams, spanked when necessary, hugged us, kissed us and told us he loved us every day, enjoyed a “cold one” and a bratwurst when he could, called all dogs “flea hounds” but really liked them, led wonderful family vacations, yelled at the TV screen on Sundays when his beloved Buccaneers ran bad plays (Yes, he yelled a lot!), had a contagious wry “every guy” sense of humor, hunted and fished, ignored food labels, earned promotions regularly, smooched Mom in front of us, loved ‘old skool’ country & western music (the twangy nasally kind), read only the sports page, loved any movie with a good car chase, never fretted a ‘beer belly’, was dependable as tomorrow morning, taught us the true cost of a dollar and what a full day’s work should look like, celebrated our smallest achievements with big proud unashamed tears, and most memorably for me, would work eleven hot hours on a table saw then come home and throw backyard pass routes to his boys, with his bushy moustache still white with sawdust.

Yep, I’m grateful that I had a Dad.

Lord, help me to be one.

The world needs a whole lot more of them.

Pastor's Perspective - Family Update

2009-06-02T14:53:00.000-07:00

Michelle and I want thank you and our church eldership for giving us this personal time away to heal, after an unanticipated episode in our lives.

As most of you might know by now, Michelle required emergency surgery and hospitalization last week to stop and repair severe internal bleeding caused by a 10 week ectopic pregnancy. You might also know that we have dealt with infertility throughout our 15 years of marriage. Therefore, you can only imagine how surprising and saddening this was and has been for us. We would never choose to rewind the clock on our lives; fully confident that God has supernaturally hand-delivered each one of our precious children to us - a plan that was HIS and was pre-destined from the beginning of time. But we are still hurting and grieving this unexpected loss in our lives. Naturally we are also so VERY grateful to God for preserving her life. Her surgeon said we came dangerously close to a very different outcome – which is also another issue that we are attempting to process and work through. Such sadness comes from finally experiencing a doctor telling us words we always longed to hear – “You’re pregnant” - only to lose that precious life. Our confidence and joy is that our baby is safe in the care of Jesus, and that one day we will meet and enjoy our child together.

Thank you for your many prayers, calls and acts of kindness. You have proven once again that “family” is not just a word at FCC, but our treasured reality.

Thank you also to our dear Elders for covering my many duties and for giving me this time to care for Michelle during her recovery and to be that parental presence my children need after a scary and tumultuous time.

My plan is to return to the pulpit on Sunday, June 14th and continue the ‘Overcoming’ series. I believe I’m even better qualified now to share that topic with you. I love you all.

In the Fight,

Steve