Pastor Steve’s Blog

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Empty Bowls/Full Hearts

She grew up in Texas as a cute, chubby girl with freckles.  In high school, however, her chubbiness turned into fat, and her face was covered with pimples.  She was rejected and ridiculed by her classmates.  She became obsessed by what she saw as her ugliness.  She...

Reflections on Being Wounded

Frederick Buechner told the story of how his father took his own life one Saturday morning.  The elder Buechner had come from a prominent family.  He had excelled at college and everyone thought that he would have a brilliant and successful career.  However, along...

Musings on Sadie Hawkins

Several few years ago, the nice girl behind the Chick-fil-A counter told then ten-year-old Natalie, “I sure do like your hair wrap.” I then said to Natalie, “Tell the nice girl how much it cost.” Natalie rolled her eyes, having heard or told the story on several...

Sunday on a Monday

We ministers don’t really ever get a Sunday of rest.  Sunday is a work day—a hard, stressful day—but a day full of joy and satisfaction as well.  But if ministers are going to get a day of rest then it must come on some other day of the week.  (And to all of you who...

Snow Prayer

I love the church sign: “To those of you praying for snow, please stop.”  Amen brother. There are many misuses of prayer.  Sometimes we use prayer to avoid the truth.  I would pray in high school before asking a girl out for a date:  “Lord, thy will be...

Bombogenesis

As a minister, when you go to a new church, you should always brace yourself for what they didn’t tell you.  What I mean is that when they were recruiting you for the job, were they hiding something about the church or community?  Were there skeletons in the closet,...

S&H Green Stamps

With the possible exception of April 15, January 2nd might be the most dreaded day of the year.  “Happy New Year,” the preacher says with tongue firmly planted in cheek.  So, how was it? You see, since the fourth Thursday of November, Thanksgiving Day, until January...

What Secret?

It was supposed to be a secret. The secret was that our son was proposing to his girlfriend at our church a couple of weeks ago. It was a secret to her. I knew. Natalie knew. Her parents knew. Tyler’s friends knew. Our church staff knew something was up because I told...

O Christmas Shrub, O Christmas Shrub

A few Christmases ago our family made a big mistake. The big mistake they made was letting me get the Christmas tree. I jumped at the chance to get the perfect tree and avoid any family arguments and grumbles, you know, “It’s too short,” or “It’s too tall,” or “It’s...

Advent: Relevant or Not?

My children would play Christmas music in October if I let them.  I don’t let them, not in my house or my car.  I don’t like Christmas music until December or at least until after Thanksgiving. On Wednesday of last week, the day before Thanksgiving, Tyler was driving,...

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