Often on Sunday mornings my prayer time includes asking God to watch over and bless those who are speaking on behalf of Jesus in churches all over the world. This morning God placed on my heart some specific names, which led to a few more names, which led to this post. Below are the names of some pastors and churches that I am personally connected to in some way. I encourage you to join me in praying for them. I also encourage you to add names in the comment section, that we may all be praying for your pastor as well, not just today but in the weeks to come. Prayer is a great privilege, and it comes with great power. So let us pray!
Wayne Cook, 1st UMC of Kissimmee, FL
Scott Wagoner, Deep River Friends Meeting, NC
Cathy Thacker, 1st UMC of Lake Alfred, FL
David Mercadante, Poplar Ridge Friends Meeting, NC
Terry Venable, Centre Friends Meeting, NC
Jerry Sweat, Beach UMC, FL
Ray Luther, Marlboro Friends Meeting, NC
Tom Nelson, 1st UMC Port Orange, FL
Frank Massey, Jamestown Friends Meeting, NC
Matthew Hartsfield, Van Dyke UMC (my current church)
Thank you LORD for your dear faithful servants and for the work that they do in the name of Jesus. Inspire them and fill them with your Spirit that they may lift his name today and inspire us to be more like Jesus in every way. We pray that Your protection, wisdom and mercy will cover them as they bring Your message this morning wherever they may be.
And all God's people said...
We're here to talk about the wild, ridiculous love and grace of Jesus. So come along for the ride, and take time today to laugh, love & forgive. Never regret anything that makes you smile. Don't label people & focus on the positive. And enjoy EVERY sandwich!
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Sunday, June 14, 2015
Thursday, September 11, 2014
#TBT: The Vern Dome
This post first appeared on this blog in July of 2010. I share it today in memory of Vern and in honor of a great church staff with whom it was pure joy to work and share life. Enjoy this Throwback Thursday...
In 1996 the youth ministry of the First United Methodist Church of Kissimmee immersed itself in strategic planning. This is a process through which you develop a scenario of what your dream ministry would look like in 5 years by beginning with a preferred future, and then through a process of refinement and voting select two or three aspects of the scenario that you will work towards in the coming year. One of the things that came out of our planning was the need for a "gymnatorium" at FUMC-K. Our idea kicked off a whirlwind of discussion at the church. The staff began planning how such a facility would benefit our school, our child care center and our congregation. Church members were buzzing with anticipation. Architects were brought in to draw up plans for the building, a new vestibule (gathering area) for the Sanctuary and a walkway that would connect it all. There was a ton of excitement. There was a need. The big question, of course, was how would we pay for it...
Even before we were first discussing the idea during our strategic planning session, our dear friend and faithful bus driver Vern Watson had announced that when he won the lottery, he would buy us a gym. His only demand was that we name it after him. I wrote an article for The UMYF Enquirer in February of 1996 encouraging students and parents to come to the meeting at which we would introduce the scenario and vote on our final goals. Accompanying that article was the picture you see on the left- an artist's (you will see Miss Take got the credit, but yeah, it was me!) rendering of what we had come to call The Vern Dome. That little drawing and article stirred up huge discussion not only in the youth ministry but in the church as a whole. I ran into a church member in Albertson's one afternoon. This was a lady from a wealthy family; in fact, her family had just a few years earlier given over $600,000 to pay off the debt on the church's administration building (see Video the Bishop). She told me that she would be VERY supportive of a gym facility with a raised walking track for business men to use at lunch and for senior citizens to use anytime. I went back to work and told Rev. John Willis we needed to add a walking track! It was an exciting time.
FUMC-K never got their gymnatorium. A variety of circumstances (money, problems with the city and failure to include the raised walking track among them) prevented it from going forward, and it finally died for good after over 2 years of work with the pastoral change that brought in The Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named. The amazing facility plans that a wonderful staff (John Willis, Debbie Davis, Jill Augenblick, Andrew Lewis, Ginny Johns and more!) had labored on went to waste. Vern never did win the lottery, and he passed away shortly after we left Kissimmee. But if the day ever comes when FUMC-K does build a gym, I will be there standing next to Barbara, Becky, Brad, Brian, Dr. Jill and so many others. We''ll be armed with picket signs and bullhorns, demanding that the new facility be named The Vern Dome. I trust all of my faithful readers will join us on that day!
Because of Jesus,
In 1996 the youth ministry of the First United Methodist Church of Kissimmee immersed itself in strategic planning. This is a process through which you develop a scenario of what your dream ministry would look like in 5 years by beginning with a preferred future, and then through a process of refinement and voting select two or three aspects of the scenario that you will work towards in the coming year. One of the things that came out of our planning was the need for a "gymnatorium" at FUMC-K. Our idea kicked off a whirlwind of discussion at the church. The staff began planning how such a facility would benefit our school, our child care center and our congregation. Church members were buzzing with anticipation. Architects were brought in to draw up plans for the building, a new vestibule (gathering area) for the Sanctuary and a walkway that would connect it all. There was a ton of excitement. There was a need. The big question, of course, was how would we pay for it...
Even before we were first discussing the idea during our strategic planning session, our dear friend and faithful bus driver Vern Watson had announced that when he won the lottery, he would buy us a gym. His only demand was that we name it after him. I wrote an article for The UMYF Enquirer in February of 1996 encouraging students and parents to come to the meeting at which we would introduce the scenario and vote on our final goals. Accompanying that article was the picture you see on the left- an artist's (you will see Miss Take got the credit, but yeah, it was me!) rendering of what we had come to call The Vern Dome. That little drawing and article stirred up huge discussion not only in the youth ministry but in the church as a whole. I ran into a church member in Albertson's one afternoon. This was a lady from a wealthy family; in fact, her family had just a few years earlier given over $600,000 to pay off the debt on the church's administration building (see Video the Bishop). She told me that she would be VERY supportive of a gym facility with a raised walking track for business men to use at lunch and for senior citizens to use anytime. I went back to work and told Rev. John Willis we needed to add a walking track! It was an exciting time.
FUMC-K never got their gymnatorium. A variety of circumstances (money, problems with the city and failure to include the raised walking track among them) prevented it from going forward, and it finally died for good after over 2 years of work with the pastoral change that brought in The Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named. The amazing facility plans that a wonderful staff (John Willis, Debbie Davis, Jill Augenblick, Andrew Lewis, Ginny Johns and more!) had labored on went to waste. Vern never did win the lottery, and he passed away shortly after we left Kissimmee. But if the day ever comes when FUMC-K does build a gym, I will be there standing next to Barbara, Becky, Brad, Brian, Dr. Jill and so many others. We''ll be armed with picket signs and bullhorns, demanding that the new facility be named The Vern Dome. I trust all of my faithful readers will join us on that day!
Because of Jesus,
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Video the Bishop (A Vintage Post)
I blogged this story back in 2010, but it has been on mind again since attending the General Conference of the United Methodist Church here in Tampa a few weeks ago. I was surrounded by Bishops! It is certainly worth telling again...
The newest building on campus (about 5 years old) at FUMC-Kissimmee when I arrived in 1994 was the Administration Building. It housed the offices of the majority of the church staff, the church library, a conference room and a couple of classrooms on the bottom floor. The second floor contained my office, several more classrooms and the Youth Room (That's the custom-made giant bulletin board I had built for the youth room pictured on the left). The Youth Room (then known unofficially as the attic; now known officially as The Attic) was a gigantic space, with a pool table, ping-pong table. video games, big screen TV and monster stereo system. It had a folding wall you could use to cut the room in half (known as the $10,000 wall; anytime it was up I had to threaten the students with an "if you break it you buy it" speech) and plenty of room for games and small groups. It was a great space with only one major problem. The youth room was located directly over the church offices, and there was no sound insulation between the floors. So when we walked in the youth room, they heard it downstairs. When we played games like the Technicolor Stomp, the whole building shook. Summers, when we were often up there everyday, were hard times for church staff trying get work done...
Sometime during my first year on staff the church received an anonymous (well, I know who it was, but I'm not telling!) donation of over $600,000 to pay off the debt on that building. It was an amazing gift that would free the church to spend more on ministry. It was decided that a Sunday morning would be set aside to celebrate the gift and burn the mortgage on the building, as well as to consecrate it. The date was set around the schedules of our District Superintendent (DS) and the Bishop of the Florida Conference. Having been Quaker most of my life, I didn't really understand how significant it was that the Bishop was going to be there, but everyone was very excited. Looking back now I think it was the only time in my 12 years working at UMC churches that a Bishop visited on a Sunday morning. One Tuesday in staff meeting we were discussing the actual ceremony, which was going to be held outside the Administration Building. Pastor John Willis wanted to make sure that the entire thing was filmed, and we began to discuss how we could best accomplish this task. Someone suggested that we put a cameraman in the back of a truck so he (or most likely she; I am sure Pat Pribyl got stuck with the job!) would be elevated and have a good angle on the Bishop and the flaming mortgage note. Our church administrator, Ginny Johns, then set in motion events that would change memories of the mortgage burning forever. She said, "Hmmm... Video the Bishop from a pick-up truck. Sounds like it ought to be a country song..." And then they all looked at me...
The Sunday morning came and went without a hitch. The note was burned, we had wonderful worship services, and the DS, the Bishop and their wives had lunch at the parsonage with the Willis family. At some point during the post-meal conversation, John remarked that the staff at FUMC-K was really coming together, and that they might be interested to know that the new youth pastor was a MORMON. Not Quaker, but MORMON. John's son, high school senior Todd Willis, heard his dad's mistake but decided it would be more fun NOT to correct it (if the story I was told later is accurate). Apparently both the DS and the Bishop along with both of their wives turned pale, and someone asked, "Really? A Mormon?" John still didn't hear his faux pas and began to tell them all about me. Finally the truth came out, and everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief. The DS said later that he was ready to schedule a meeting with John to talk abut his future- and mine! I have always thought that John did me a favor- by the time they found out I was Quaker that seemed fairly normal. It was something we could laugh about later.
So the debt was paid, the building was dedicated, the note was burned and we moved on from the Mormon incident. But there was still the matter of the song... Join us tomorrow for the rest of the story!
Because of Jesus,
The newest building on campus (about 5 years old) at FUMC-Kissimmee when I arrived in 1994 was the Administration Building. It housed the offices of the majority of the church staff, the church library, a conference room and a couple of classrooms on the bottom floor. The second floor contained my office, several more classrooms and the Youth Room (That's the custom-made giant bulletin board I had built for the youth room pictured on the left). The Youth Room (then known unofficially as the attic; now known officially as The Attic) was a gigantic space, with a pool table, ping-pong table. video games, big screen TV and monster stereo system. It had a folding wall you could use to cut the room in half (known as the $10,000 wall; anytime it was up I had to threaten the students with an "if you break it you buy it" speech) and plenty of room for games and small groups. It was a great space with only one major problem. The youth room was located directly over the church offices, and there was no sound insulation between the floors. So when we walked in the youth room, they heard it downstairs. When we played games like the Technicolor Stomp, the whole building shook. Summers, when we were often up there everyday, were hard times for church staff trying get work done...
Sometime during my first year on staff the church received an anonymous (well, I know who it was, but I'm not telling!) donation of over $600,000 to pay off the debt on that building. It was an amazing gift that would free the church to spend more on ministry. It was decided that a Sunday morning would be set aside to celebrate the gift and burn the mortgage on the building, as well as to consecrate it. The date was set around the schedules of our District Superintendent (DS) and the Bishop of the Florida Conference. Having been Quaker most of my life, I didn't really understand how significant it was that the Bishop was going to be there, but everyone was very excited. Looking back now I think it was the only time in my 12 years working at UMC churches that a Bishop visited on a Sunday morning. One Tuesday in staff meeting we were discussing the actual ceremony, which was going to be held outside the Administration Building. Pastor John Willis wanted to make sure that the entire thing was filmed, and we began to discuss how we could best accomplish this task. Someone suggested that we put a cameraman in the back of a truck so he (or most likely she; I am sure Pat Pribyl got stuck with the job!) would be elevated and have a good angle on the Bishop and the flaming mortgage note. Our church administrator, Ginny Johns, then set in motion events that would change memories of the mortgage burning forever. She said, "Hmmm... Video the Bishop from a pick-up truck. Sounds like it ought to be a country song..." And then they all looked at me...
The Sunday morning came and went without a hitch. The note was burned, we had wonderful worship services, and the DS, the Bishop and their wives had lunch at the parsonage with the Willis family. At some point during the post-meal conversation, John remarked that the staff at FUMC-K was really coming together, and that they might be interested to know that the new youth pastor was a MORMON. Not Quaker, but MORMON. John's son, high school senior Todd Willis, heard his dad's mistake but decided it would be more fun NOT to correct it (if the story I was told later is accurate). Apparently both the DS and the Bishop along with both of their wives turned pale, and someone asked, "Really? A Mormon?" John still didn't hear his faux pas and began to tell them all about me. Finally the truth came out, and everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief. The DS said later that he was ready to schedule a meeting with John to talk abut his future- and mine! I have always thought that John did me a favor- by the time they found out I was Quaker that seemed fairly normal. It was something we could laugh about later.
So the debt was paid, the building was dedicated, the note was burned and we moved on from the Mormon incident. But there was still the matter of the song... Join us tomorrow for the rest of the story!
Because of Jesus,
Monday, May 7, 2012
Hall of Fame: UBD
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UBD and a just confirmed Will Jones, 2007 |
In late 2005, as I began the process of interviewing for the youth pastor position at TUMC, David was the first person I spoke with. Thought he was the Associate Pastor, he seemed light years ahead of the Senior Pastor in terms of energy and knowledge. He arranged the interviews, scheduled my trips to Waycross, and served as a one man panel for some of my toughest questions. After I was hired, David quickly became my closest friend in town and my go-to guy on all things Waycross. He and his lovely wife Tina taught me about crucial local issues like how to avoid getting trapped by one of the 1000 trains that pass through town each day; the best places to eat; the places to avoid; and what life was like in a small town in south Georgia. Perhaps most importantly, he taught me the wonders of eating at the Rodeo Mexican Restaurant for Sunday lunch. :) He was my "Waycross Mentor," even though we were basically the same age. And when it came time (after I had already been there 6 months) to move my family up from Tampa, David drove the truck and helped carry the boxes. He was always there for me.
He was also my TUMC mentor. No matter the person or the ministry of TUMC, David knew about them. He knew because he cared and was involved. He guided me through the minefield that is learning the parents of any youth group. He taught me the history of student ministry at Trinity, the good and the bad. He helped me understand the sacred cows that exist in every church. He introduced me at every turn, and championed my ministry at every chance. David knew the students in that church better than anyone, and they LOVED him. Kids of all ages called him UBD, which was short for Uncle Big Dave. His contributions to our student ministry during my short stay were impossible to count; his contributions before I came and I after I was gone are the stuff of legend.
UBD is one of those rare people who God created to be in ministry. He grew up in the Baptist church and was ordained there. In fact, the final straw for me in regards to the way the UMC does ordination came when they gave him so many obstacles and hoops to jump through to transfer his ordination that he finally had to just give up. Any church organization that doesn't make it easy for David White to be a part of it is simply messed up. In addition to his work with children and youth, he also served as the director of the Keenagers, a music ministry for senior citizens. At various points in time he served TUMC as interim, organist, youth pastor and choir director. He is a wonderful preacher with a real ability to connect with all ages. He was at every event- every church dinner, every softball game, every committee meeting. And he is one of the nicest guys you could ever meet. He loves that church, and they love him. Senior Pastors have come and gone, but as long as David is there the members feel a peace and a stability.
But David is not being inducted into my Hall of Fame today just for those wonderful reasons. UBD is being honored because of what he did after my life fell apart and I was gone from TUMC. When I was unable to do many things to help take care of my family during those weeks, David did. He made certain Will got to Confirmation Class, a Confirmation Retreat, and to youth group. He made sure that members of the church rallied around Marilyn and Will and loved and supported them while I was away. Even after we moved back to Tampa, he continued to stay in touch with Will and make sure things were going well. In short, David was Jesus with skin to my family. I can never thank him enough for that. But I can give him his rightful place in my Hall of Fame. Thanks for everything, UBD. My entire family (including Conner) sends their love. And we have picked out some great places to eat for next time you and Tina are in Tampa...
Because of Jesus,
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Survivor: Holy Week Edition
The significance of Holy Week- the week between Palm Sunday and Resurrection Sunday (Easter) - cannot be overstated. So much of everything Christ-followers hold dear and celebrate happened in the last week of Jesus' earthly ministry. In all of the years that I worked for churches it was difficult to understand the importance of these remembrances to the people of the churches I served, because to the church staff Holy Week and Hell Week are hard to tell apart. There is so much work, so much to do an it all carries a tremendous weight of significance. It is both a joy and a burden. Looking back I can see that. Looking back, I remember how much all of the special events and programs of Holy Week helped connect the congregations I served to the life of Jesus. But when you are going through it, it is simply a ministry marathon that must be survived- an all-church "lock-in" that lasts a week and doesn't provide pizza. Here's a look back at the most insane Holy Week schedule I recall from my career- and remember, I (and most of the staff) had some role in every event on this schedule...
Because of Jesus,
- Palm Sunday- The parade into Jerusalem was re-created at three morning services. In addition to my regular Children's Moment duties with Pastor John Willis & Hollywood (a puppet), I was in charge on getting children and youth to wave palm branches. Thank God there was no live donkey, or we all know the youth pastor would have had clean-up detail. Plus we had regular youth group that evening.
- Monday- Because the schedule for the rest of the week is insane, Tuesday night choir practice is on Monday. Also, there is a rehearsal for the Maundy Thursday drama. And in a stroke of pure genius, one of the committees I meet with declines to cancel their regular meeting. I think I got home around 10 PM.
- Tuesday- To help us understand our Jewish heritage and the Feast of the Passover, we had invited Jews for Jesus to come and do a Seder meal. It was very interesting, very educational and VERY time consuming. Another 10 PM night at the church.
- Wednesday- At noon, we had the last of our Lenten Soup, Sandwich and Study lunches for the community. I led music. Any opportunity to reach out was exciting, and we drew pretty good crowds for a weekday lunch time. Then we had our regular Wednesday night fellowship dinner and programs that evening. I think at our Wednesday Night Live youth program we studied exhaustion...
- Thursday- Our annual Maundy Thursday drama and Communion service. Always the best attended event of the week, and usually my favorite too. Except the year I had to play Judas. Wasn't crazy about that play.
- Friday- A relatively small crowd would gather for a traditional Tenebrae Service- a time to remember Good Friday and the Crucifixion of Jesus. This was a very moving worship experience, where lights are extinguished until you are in total darkness, and where you depart the service in silence. I always found this to be a very spiritual time for myself personally, after the week of craziness.
- Saturday- No events or programs, just hours of preparation for Easter morning. I think I may have even spent an hour with my wife!
- Easter Sunday- 6 AM lakefront Sunrise Service, always led by our student ministry. Most years a key actor or musician over-slept and stressed me to no end- but we always survived. At least until the year the city of Kissimmee forgot to turn off the sprinklers. And why did this always seem to be the Sunday that the time changed?We usually then served a breakfast between the Sunrise Service and the first (of 3) regular services (in which Hollywood and I led the children on a tour of the empty tomb). When it was all over at noon, it was time for relatives and a good old fashioned Easter lunch, featuring ham- just like the Jewish disciples would have done it! Whew...
Because of Jesus,
Monday, February 21, 2011
Sucker Punch
I had a few doubts about taking the Director of Student Ministries position at Wesley Memorial UMC in 2001, but nothing that kept me from accepting their call. I knew that they were a mid-sized church that their leadership saw as much larger than it really was. I knew that some of the lay leadership was very possessive of their power. I knew that space was at a premium and that a building campaign seemed stalled. But one of the reasons that none of that seemed important to me was the leadership of the senior pastor, Jerry Sweat. He was young, energetic, innovative and a wonderful preacher. The congregation loved him, and it was easy to see why. Marilyn and I quickly fell in love with Jerry, his wife Denise and their 3 kids, 2 of whom- Ryan and Ashley- were in the youth group. The last question I asked Jerry before accepting the position was a personal one. I wanted to know if he thought there was any chance the Florida Conference of the UMC would move him the following June. He assured me he was not going anywhere.
Once I had actually started work at WMUMC I discovered Jerry was not perfect. He was not much of an administrator. He was disorganized at times. Our wonderful secretary, Vickey Paggio, kept a bowl on her desk for him to leave his car keys in so he wouldn't lose them. He would forget to pick his kids up from school. He would double book appointments and meetings. He would delegate tasks that didn't match his gifts and allow people to work. Sometimes these people needed more direction than he gave them, and this would bite the church big-time later on. But as a spiritual leader and teacher, Jerry was top-notch. And we made a good team. Jesus was leading the way, and after a couple of months on the job I was feeling like we were going places.
And then in early December of 2001, after I had been in Tampa less than two months, Jerry called a staff meeting to announce that he was leaving to accept a position at a huge church in Jacksonville Beach. Health reasons had forced a pastor to retire early, and they needed to fill his spot. They could not have chosen a better man. HOWEVER...I suddenly felt like I had been left high and dry- again! I was losing my #1 supporter. I was losing the director of our youth choir (his wife). Denise was also the leader of the Praise Team that Marilyn was singing with and a key figure in a very fragile contemporary worship service. I was losing 2 key youth. After my experience at FUMC-Kissimmee with The Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named, I had no confidence in the Florida Conference and who they might send as Jerry's replacement. They would be with us through January, so we would have some time to gather ourselves, but I was distraught. It was indeed a sucker punch, and I had no idea how or if I was going to recover from this one. I would be praying hard that God would give me strength and answers. In the meantime, there was student ministry to be done. More on that Wednesday...
Because of Jesus,
Once I had actually started work at WMUMC I discovered Jerry was not perfect. He was not much of an administrator. He was disorganized at times. Our wonderful secretary, Vickey Paggio, kept a bowl on her desk for him to leave his car keys in so he wouldn't lose them. He would forget to pick his kids up from school. He would double book appointments and meetings. He would delegate tasks that didn't match his gifts and allow people to work. Sometimes these people needed more direction than he gave them, and this would bite the church big-time later on. But as a spiritual leader and teacher, Jerry was top-notch. And we made a good team. Jesus was leading the way, and after a couple of months on the job I was feeling like we were going places.
And then in early December of 2001, after I had been in Tampa less than two months, Jerry called a staff meeting to announce that he was leaving to accept a position at a huge church in Jacksonville Beach. Health reasons had forced a pastor to retire early, and they needed to fill his spot. They could not have chosen a better man. HOWEVER...I suddenly felt like I had been left high and dry- again! I was losing my #1 supporter. I was losing the director of our youth choir (his wife). Denise was also the leader of the Praise Team that Marilyn was singing with and a key figure in a very fragile contemporary worship service. I was losing 2 key youth. After my experience at FUMC-Kissimmee with The Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named, I had no confidence in the Florida Conference and who they might send as Jerry's replacement. They would be with us through January, so we would have some time to gather ourselves, but I was distraught. It was indeed a sucker punch, and I had no idea how or if I was going to recover from this one. I would be praying hard that God would give me strength and answers. In the meantime, there was student ministry to be done. More on that Wednesday...
Because of Jesus,
Monday, February 14, 2011
The Lay of the Land
Happy Valentine's Day!
I began work as the Director of Student Ministries at Wesley Memorial UMC on October 10, 2001. As you know, anytime you begin a new ministry (or any new job) it takes a little while to get "the lay of the land." It didn't take long to put together a list of things that were in good shape in the youth ministry department. It took even less time to see some of the challenges. Here's what I was looking at as I began:
The Good Stuff
Because of Jesus,
I began work as the Director of Student Ministries at Wesley Memorial UMC on October 10, 2001. As you know, anytime you begin a new ministry (or any new job) it takes a little while to get "the lay of the land." It didn't take long to put together a list of things that were in good shape in the youth ministry department. It took even less time to see some of the challenges. Here's what I was looking at as I began:
The Good Stuff
- There was a good group of adults (see above picture) who had been serving as small group leaders on Sunday evenings under the previous regime, and they seemed anxious to continue. I wasn't crazy about the small group set-up, but it would work for a while.
- The senior pastor, Jerry Sweat, had a serious heart for youth. He had 2 youth of his own, was often at the Sunday evening meetings and taught the high school Sunday School class in his office. He was ready to see the ministry become something special.
- Denise Sweat (Jerry's wife) had a wonderful ministry going with a youth choir and drama ministry they called Antioch. The group had performed in church and had taken tours the previous two summers. It met right after youth on Sunday nights, and seemed more important to many of the kids than youth group. I decided I would be a part of the group, singing and lending any help I could. It seemed like the strongest link in the entire student ministry.
- A great deal of prayer, effort and resources had been poured in to the children's ministry, Promiseland. There were many opportunities for teenagers to get involved teaching and sharing in worship. I was very excited to have such an excellent feeder program in place.
- The group of active students was small, but excited, and I really liked them. This was going to be fun.
- There was no youth room. In fact, there was no room for much of anything. The youth group (called God's Property by the previous YP; that was a name that I never uttered out loud and changed fairly quickly) met in the Sanctuary. It was a beautiful room, but it was WAY too big for our little group. When we sang with the existing Praise Band, you could not hear anyone singing but the kids on microphones. All of that had to change.
- The worship time was shared with the elementary school program. I didn't like that at all because it seriously limited what we could do with music and worship.
- They were accustomed to having the YP "preach" on Sunday evenings, then breaking into small groups for discussion. I wanted to use more creative ways of teaching and not use small groups every week. Plus, the small groups had been decimated by all of the families leaving the church with the previous associate pastor- so they mostly just sat and stared at each other.
- There was no van or bus. Jerry promised me we could fix that pretty quickly, and we did. But in the beginning it was a definite disadvantage.
- I was going to have to "fire" the middle school Sunday School teachers. They were a great couple and very helpful, but they thought they were teaching seminary and the kids tried to hide from them every Sunday morning.
- There was almost no history of summer ministry or youth trips (besides the choir tours). I would be starting from scratch.
Because of Jesus,
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Kissimmee Odds & Ends
If you have 34 odds and ends on a table, and you knock 33 of them off, what do you have left? An odd or an end? - George Carlin
Today I want to share a few odd thoughts on my years at FUMC-K, and bring that section of this blog to an end. There will be some more New York stories coming in a month and more ski trip stories as well, but tomorrow we will move on to the Union Church of Hinsdale. So here we go!
Because of Jesus,
Today I want to share a few odd thoughts on my years at FUMC-K, and bring that section of this blog to an end. There will be some more New York stories coming in a month and more ski trip stories as well, but tomorrow we will move on to the Union Church of Hinsdale. So here we go!
- Way back in April I told you the story of SFM's return trip from Walt Disney World in 1993. Included in that story was a description of a stop we made at Simmon's Truck Stop in South Carolina, and I promised you there would be yet another tale told about that place. I never got around to telling it until now. The FUMC-K group was returning from a ski trip in West Virginia, with Vern Watson and David Johns (pictured) driving the bus. A car pulled along side of the bus and told Vern that the tread was coming off one of the rear tires. We decided to stop at the next exit and check it out. We pulled off, and turned into the large parking lot of a truck stop. I could not believe our bad luck. We were back at Simmon's, and it had not changed a bit- the guns, the dobermans and the porn were all still there! To understand just how horrible this place was, click here to get the whole story. What are the odds- different church groups, several years apart, winding up in the same hell hole needing a tire. And I don't think we saved a soul either time...
- At a National Youth Workers Convention I attended with Jerry Hanbery and the other Banana Splits, Jerry had the Affirmation Team at the NYWC put up a banner honoring me. I don't know if I ever really told him how much that meant to me, but I kept it for years, and it is pictured at right in the enormous closet (with the Wendy's cups) that was in my office. Thanks, Sundance- for so many things!
- In November of 1999, Andrew Lewis, Mark McKenna and myself drove from Kissimmee to Cincinnati for the NYWC (Jerry joined us as well, although by then he driving a truck and just met us there for part of the time). I don't know how many miles we drove, but I do know this: It takes 17 CD's to make that trip- right Mark? :)
- Tommy Weaver, Meagan Hill, Joe Molnar, Eric Jakobsen, Jason Fry, Wayne Crotty, Cindy Franklin, Erin Bay, Jill Franklin, Aaron Falcon, Joan Thompson, Tricia Young, Bobby Young, Kim Heiter, Caron Cook, Lindsey Joiner, Brian Joiner, Natalie Moon, Megan Bay, Hamp Sessions, Chris Hanbery, Daniel Autrey, Celia Thacker, Matt Wheeler, Kristin King, Angie Whalin, Krystle Singleton, Melissa Pollock, Brook Teoli, Matthew Teoli, Ashley Blazina, Stephanie Gorman, Ashley Arrington, Sarah Dykes, Elizabeth Dykes, Courtney Moon, Sally Hollingsed, Steven Hollingsed, Sarah Autrey, Lisa Harrison, Jessica Oversteet, Jay Lynes, Jennifer Borders, Josh Harris, May de le Fe, Carla Odell, Christine Cooper, Melanie Schultz, Stephanie Potter, Matthew Rogers, Trey Augenblick, Jon Burlison, John Holmes, Jennifer Holmes and Jessie Gudahl. This is an incomplete list of people who were an important part of my years in Kissimmee, but whose names have not shown up very often in this blog. You are remembered and you are loved. I would love for my FUMC-K readers to pass along other names I may have overlooked in the comment sections.
- And finally, I want to give a shout out to a couple of ladies who always made me laugh, patiently listened to my gripes and kept me sane (as close as I get,anyway) - Debbie Davis and Jill Augenblick. They took care of my son (Jill led the child care and Debbie the FUMC School) in his early years (even if we did fight over which was "the real school"). They often invaded my office, stole my candy and made my days enjoyable. Even after I was gone, they remained my good friends, meeting me for clandestine lunches so The Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named would not know they were consorting with this persona non grata. It was a joy, an honor and a pleasure to work with each of them, and I miss them still.
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Caron Cook and Kim Heiter |
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Jill and Debbie at Golf Tourney, 1998 |
Because of Jesus,
Monday, September 13, 2010
Trouble In Paradise
Throughout my early years in student ministry I was blessed to work some absolutely amazing Senior Pastors. When you are a youth guy like I was, you are pretty low on the congregation's respect scale, and the support of your pastor is crucial. David Robinson, the pastor at Centre Friends Meeting who first asked me to lead a youth group, was a great encouragement to me, as was Ben Hurley doing my short stint at Cedar Square Friends Meeting. Then beginning with my move to New Garden Friends, the pastors I worked with became much more that supportive. David Bills, Max Rees and John Willis were major influences on my life and my ministry. As a matter of fact, if you click on any of those names you can read posts labeled "influences" that detail what these men meant to my life and my ministry. They were my teachers, my mentors and my friends.
When John Willis was moved to Tallahassee by the Florida Conference of the UMC in June of 1999, I had no reason to doubt that our new senior pastor would continue this line of great men with whom I had shared my professional life. I was confident that a strong, growing church like FUMC-K (pictured at top) would get a forward thinking leader to guide us into the future. I was wrong. I am not going to mention his name; I do not wish to cause anyone grief. But the Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named (sorry, Harry Potter fans) almost immediately started leading us backwards. I have previously mentioned the building project he helped to halt. He also began to dismantle our efforts to make one of our worship services more contemporary. When I took him to lunch to talk about how this was impacting our youth, he agreed to think about the changes he was making. A couple of weeks later, he instructed our worship leader, the brilliant Andrew Lewis, to stop doing so much praise music. We were headed the wrong way, and the fake tears he shared in worship most every week were not soothing our fears.
By the end of summer I was in a quandary. I loved FUMC-K, and we loved living in Kissimmee. The Youth Ministry Team was an amazing group of adults who loved our young people. I had an awesome group of youth to serve. The class of 2001 was a no-brainer Hall of Fame group, with Colleen Martin, Jay Lynes, Matt Lupfer, Erin Augenblick, Kristen Landry, Chrisy Weaver, Lauren Carr and so many others. The class of '04 (Kelly Jeck, Lindsey Lupfer and friends) was another stellar group, and the class of '05 (Bethany Esry, Julia Pribyl, Isabelle Davis, Matthew Rogers) had the potential to be an all-time favorite. I didn't want to leave. But it was becoming more and more difficult to give a positive answer to the question I had always asked myself: If I didn't work at this church, would I attend it? The rest of the church staff was as frustrated as I was. My office, because it was upstairs and away from the main offices, became a place of refuge where staffers would come to crash and complain. Things were not good.
Upon returning from what would be my final Last Gasp Summer Blowout, I put my resume online in the Youth Specialties Job Bank. Offers began pouring in. I didn't want to leave, I wasn't ready to leave, and God's call in my life was very unclear. There was trouble in paradise, but there were also stories still left to write as I shared life with an amazing staff and those incredible youth. The Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named (and his henchman) wanted me gone. The autumn of 1999 was going to tougher than I could even begin to imagine. And yet, God was still in control, and there was still ministry to be done. Tomorrow we get back to those stories.
Because of Jesus,
When John Willis was moved to Tallahassee by the Florida Conference of the UMC in June of 1999, I had no reason to doubt that our new senior pastor would continue this line of great men with whom I had shared my professional life. I was confident that a strong, growing church like FUMC-K (pictured at top) would get a forward thinking leader to guide us into the future. I was wrong. I am not going to mention his name; I do not wish to cause anyone grief. But the Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named (sorry, Harry Potter fans) almost immediately started leading us backwards. I have previously mentioned the building project he helped to halt. He also began to dismantle our efforts to make one of our worship services more contemporary. When I took him to lunch to talk about how this was impacting our youth, he agreed to think about the changes he was making. A couple of weeks later, he instructed our worship leader, the brilliant Andrew Lewis, to stop doing so much praise music. We were headed the wrong way, and the fake tears he shared in worship most every week were not soothing our fears.
By the end of summer I was in a quandary. I loved FUMC-K, and we loved living in Kissimmee. The Youth Ministry Team was an amazing group of adults who loved our young people. I had an awesome group of youth to serve. The class of 2001 was a no-brainer Hall of Fame group, with Colleen Martin, Jay Lynes, Matt Lupfer, Erin Augenblick, Kristen Landry, Chrisy Weaver, Lauren Carr and so many others. The class of '04 (Kelly Jeck, Lindsey Lupfer and friends) was another stellar group, and the class of '05 (Bethany Esry, Julia Pribyl, Isabelle Davis, Matthew Rogers) had the potential to be an all-time favorite. I didn't want to leave. But it was becoming more and more difficult to give a positive answer to the question I had always asked myself: If I didn't work at this church, would I attend it? The rest of the church staff was as frustrated as I was. My office, because it was upstairs and away from the main offices, became a place of refuge where staffers would come to crash and complain. Things were not good.
Upon returning from what would be my final Last Gasp Summer Blowout, I put my resume online in the Youth Specialties Job Bank. Offers began pouring in. I didn't want to leave, I wasn't ready to leave, and God's call in my life was very unclear. There was trouble in paradise, but there were also stories still left to write as I shared life with an amazing staff and those incredible youth. The Pastor Who Shall Not Be Named (and his henchman) wanted me gone. The autumn of 1999 was going to tougher than I could even begin to imagine. And yet, God was still in control, and there was still ministry to be done. Tomorrow we get back to those stories.
Because of Jesus,
Saturday, July 31, 2010
The Vern Dome
Just Me & the Dog, Day 6- Conner has officially given up on Will and Marilyn ever coming home. He is no longer laying on Will's bed and looking out the window for them. At least he is sleeping until 7 AM every day, which is spoiling me big time! We shared some ice cream last night to cheer him up a bit... Less than a week to go!
In 1996 the youth ministry of the First United Methodist Church of Kissimmee immersed itself in strategic planning. This is a process through which you develop a scenario of what your dream ministry would look like in 5 years, and then through a process of refinement and voting select two or three aspects of the scenario that you will work towards in the coming year. One of the things that came out of our planning was the need for a "gymnatorium" at FUMC-K. Our idea kicked off a whirlwind of discussion at the church. The staff began planning how such a facility would benefit our school, our child care center and our congregation. Church members were buzzing with anticipation. Architects were brought in to draw up plans for the building, a new vestibule (gathering area) for the Sanctuary and a walkway that would connect it all. There was a ton of excitement. There was a need. The big question, of course, was how would we pay for it...
Even before we were first discussing the idea during our strategic planning session, our dear friend and faithful bus driver Vern Watson had announced that when he won the lottery, he would buy us a gym. His only demand was that we name it after him. I wrote an article for The UMYF Enquirer in February of 1996 encouraging students and parents to come to the meeting at which we would introduce the scenario and vote on our final goals. Accompanying that article was the picture you see on the left- an artist's (you will see Miss Take got the credit, but yeah, it was me!) rendering of what we had come to call The Vern Dome. That little drawing and article stirred up huge discussion not only in the youth ministry but in the church as a whole. I ran into a church member in Albertson's one afternoon. This was a lady from a wealthy family; in fact, her family had just a few years earlier given over $600,000 to pay off the debt on the church's administration building (see Video the Bishop). She told me that she would be VERY supportive of a gym facility with a raised walking track for business men to use at lunch and for senior citizens to use anytime. I went back to work and told Rev. John Willis we needed to add a walking track! It was an exciting time.
FUMC-K never got their gymnatorium. A variety of circumstances (money, problems with the city and failure to include the raised walking track among them) prevented it from going forward, and it finally died for good after over 2 years of work with the pastoral change that brought in the Grinch. The amazing facility plans that a wonderful staff (John Willis, Debbie Davis, Jill Augenblick, Andrew Lewis and more!) had labored on went to waste. But if the day ever comes when they do build a gym, I will be there with my picket sign, demanding it be named The Vern Dome. I hope all of my faithful readers will join me on that day!
Because of Jesus,
Friday, May 21, 2010
Influences: John Willis
Myself, John, Todd, Pat and Keith at Todd's Senior Roast.
The Reverend John Willis was the Senior Pastor at the First United Methodist Church of Kissimmee for the first 5 years that I served there, and we had a very unique relationship. If you are a regular reader of this blog, then you have already read about our trip to the Black-eyed Pea and my experiences with his muppet, Hollywood. But John's influence on my life and ministry goes much deeper that any of that.
Before I ever arrived in K-town I sent out a survey to the adults who would be helping me with the student ministry, and I also sent a copy to John. He returned it immediately. One of the questions was "What role do you see yourself playing in our youth ministry?" John's response tells you a great deal about the man as a pastor and a leader. He wrote to me that his role would be to support me and the ministry in any way that I needed, but that I would need to tell him what I needed. He was not going to interfere or micro-manage me; he felt that the church had hired me to be the youth pastor because I had expertise in that area. And he treated me as a fellow professional from day one. Andrew Lewis used to tell me that I was John's "Golden Child" because he had championed me over other candidates for the position. And our relationship was special. Every Monday morning we would get together and talk about what was going on in my ministry and his. John was open to every idea, and he wanted desperately for his ministry and our church to be on the cutting edge of creativity. Whether it was Hollywood, bringing a Brazilian congregation to the church, Bear Sunday or dramatic and unusual sermon presentations, John was always looking for something new. And he always wanted my ideas and my input. He encouraged me to push the limits of what people expected from their youth pastor. He prayed for me. He was one of the first to arrive at the hospital after Will was born. He was a friend and mentor to me, and I loved the opportunity to work with him.
Not everyone in the congregation shared my views of John. He was a dreamer, and many people don't like dreamers. Senior Pastors are called upon to serve many roles in a large church, and administration was not John's gift. Many of the church members had loved the previous pastor and failed to give John the opportunity and respect he deserved. It was not until John was gone and his replacement (a story which will come much later) showed his true self that some of those same people began referring to Rev. Willis as "Saint John." Through all of that turmoil going on around him, he always encouraged and lifted up the staff, and especially me.
I'll wrap this up with a final story. In 1997 the youth ministry at FUMC-K took a huge risk and sponsored a major concert featuring the band Geoff Moore and the Distance at the Tupperwear Theater in Kissimmee. I'll detail that event in a future post, but as the day of concert drew near it became clear that we were going to lose a lot of money. A lot. I walked into John's office and explained what the numbers looked like, apologized for the failure, and offered to resign. John never blinked. He told me we would survive this. He told me that he was proud of me for encouraging dreaming and outside of the box thinking in my ministry. And he told me that when it came time to account for the money (and did I mention it was a lot of money?) we would do it together. I learned more about true leadership in that hour in his office than in most of my previous years of ministry combined.
John, his wife Pat, and their sons Keith and Todd (and their dog Susie!) were so important in our lives. I could have worked for John Willis for the rest of my life and been perfectly happy, but that was not the plan God had in mind. FUMC-K changed dramatically when he left- and none of that change was good. The last time I saw John I stopped by his church in Tallahassee in 2005 for an unexpected visit. I told the secretary I wanted to see John, but I told her when she called back to his office to just tell him that someone was there to see Hollywood. He came running out of his office with a huge smile, and we visited for a long time. He retired a few years ago, and the United Methodist Church is the worse for that.
I was blessed to work with some wonderful pastors (and a couple of major duds!) during my 28 years in student ministry. Two others can be found by clicking the "influences" label at the bottom of this post. But if I was picking an all-time, all-star staff of people I worked with (and I may just do that someday) there is absolutely no question who would be the Senior Pastor and Chief Dreamer. Thank you, John.
Because of Jesus,
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Video the Bishop: Part 1
Only 99 posts to go until my year is up...
The newest building on campus (about 5 years old) at FUMC-Kissimmee when I arrived in 1994 was the Administration Building. It housed the offices of the majority of the church staff, the church library, a conference room and a couple of classrooms on the bottom floor. The second floor contained my office, several more classrooms and the Youth Room (That's the custom-made giant bulletin board I had made for the youth room pictured on the left). The Youth Room (later known unofficially as the attic; now known officially as The Attic) was a gigantic space, with a pool table, ping-pong table. video games, big screen TV and monster stereo system. It had a folding wall you could use to cut the room in half (known as the $10,000 wall; anytime it was up I had to threaten the students with an "if you break it you buy it" speech) and plenty of room for games and small groups. It was a great space with only one major problem. The youth room was located directly over the church offices, and there was no sound insulation between the floors. So when we walked in the youth room, the heard it downstairs. When we played games like the Technicolor Stomp, the whole building shook. Summers, when we were often up there everyday, were hard times for church staff trying get work done...
Sometime during my first year on staff the church received an anonymous (well, I know who it was, but I'm not telling!) donation of over $600,000 to pay off the debt on that building. It was an amazing gift that would free the church to spend more on ministry. It was decided that a Sunday morning would be set aside to celebrate the gift and burn the mortgage on the building, as well as to consecrate it. The date was set around the schedules of our District Superintendent (DS) and the Bishop of the Florida Conference. Having been Quaker most of my life, I didn't really understand how significant it was that the Bishop was going to be there, but everyone was very excited. Looking back now I think it was the only time in my 6 years there that the Bishop visited on a Sunday morning. One Tuesday morning in staff meeting we were discussing the actual ceremony, which was going to be held outside the Administration Building. John Willis wanted to make sure that the entire thing was filmed, and we began to discuss how we could best accomplish this task. Someone suggested that we put a cameraman in the back of a truck so he (or most likely she; I am sure Pat Pribyl got stuck with the job!) would be elevated and have a good angle on the Bishop and the flaming mortgage note. Our church administrator, Ginny Johns, then set in motion events that would change memories of the mortgage burning forever. She said "Video the Bishop from a pick-up truck. Sounds like it ought to be a country song..." And then they all looked at me...
The Sunday morning came and went without a hitch. The note was burned, we had wonderful worship services, and the DS, the Bishop and their wives had lunch at the parsonage with the Willis family. At some point during the post-meal conversation, John remarked that the staff at FUMC-K was really coming together, and that they might be interested to know that the new youth pastor was a MORMON. Not Quaker, but MORMON. John's son, high school senior Todd Willis, heard his dad's mistake but decided it would be more fun NOT to correct it (if the story I was told later is accurate). Apparently both the DS and the Bishop and both of their wives turned pale, and someone asked "Really? A Mormon?" John still didn't hear it and began to tell them all about me. Finally the truth came out, and everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief. The DS said later that he was ready to schedule a meeting with John to talk abut his future- and mine! I have always thought that John did me a favor- by the time they found out I was Quaker that seemed pretty normal. It was something we could laugh about later.
So the debt was paid, the building was dedicated and we moved on from the Mormon incident. But there was still the matter of the song...
Because of Jesus,
The newest building on campus (about 5 years old) at FUMC-Kissimmee when I arrived in 1994 was the Administration Building. It housed the offices of the majority of the church staff, the church library, a conference room and a couple of classrooms on the bottom floor. The second floor contained my office, several more classrooms and the Youth Room (That's the custom-made giant bulletin board I had made for the youth room pictured on the left). The Youth Room (later known unofficially as the attic; now known officially as The Attic) was a gigantic space, with a pool table, ping-pong table. video games, big screen TV and monster stereo system. It had a folding wall you could use to cut the room in half (known as the $10,000 wall; anytime it was up I had to threaten the students with an "if you break it you buy it" speech) and plenty of room for games and small groups. It was a great space with only one major problem. The youth room was located directly over the church offices, and there was no sound insulation between the floors. So when we walked in the youth room, the heard it downstairs. When we played games like the Technicolor Stomp, the whole building shook. Summers, when we were often up there everyday, were hard times for church staff trying get work done...
Sometime during my first year on staff the church received an anonymous (well, I know who it was, but I'm not telling!) donation of over $600,000 to pay off the debt on that building. It was an amazing gift that would free the church to spend more on ministry. It was decided that a Sunday morning would be set aside to celebrate the gift and burn the mortgage on the building, as well as to consecrate it. The date was set around the schedules of our District Superintendent (DS) and the Bishop of the Florida Conference. Having been Quaker most of my life, I didn't really understand how significant it was that the Bishop was going to be there, but everyone was very excited. Looking back now I think it was the only time in my 6 years there that the Bishop visited on a Sunday morning. One Tuesday morning in staff meeting we were discussing the actual ceremony, which was going to be held outside the Administration Building. John Willis wanted to make sure that the entire thing was filmed, and we began to discuss how we could best accomplish this task. Someone suggested that we put a cameraman in the back of a truck so he (or most likely she; I am sure Pat Pribyl got stuck with the job!) would be elevated and have a good angle on the Bishop and the flaming mortgage note. Our church administrator, Ginny Johns, then set in motion events that would change memories of the mortgage burning forever. She said "Video the Bishop from a pick-up truck. Sounds like it ought to be a country song..." And then they all looked at me...
The Sunday morning came and went without a hitch. The note was burned, we had wonderful worship services, and the DS, the Bishop and their wives had lunch at the parsonage with the Willis family. At some point during the post-meal conversation, John remarked that the staff at FUMC-K was really coming together, and that they might be interested to know that the new youth pastor was a MORMON. Not Quaker, but MORMON. John's son, high school senior Todd Willis, heard his dad's mistake but decided it would be more fun NOT to correct it (if the story I was told later is accurate). Apparently both the DS and the Bishop and both of their wives turned pale, and someone asked "Really? A Mormon?" John still didn't hear it and began to tell them all about me. Finally the truth came out, and everyone breathed a huge sigh of relief. The DS said later that he was ready to schedule a meeting with John to talk abut his future- and mine! I have always thought that John did me a favor- by the time they found out I was Quaker that seemed pretty normal. It was something we could laugh about later.
So the debt was paid, the building was dedicated and we moved on from the Mormon incident. But there was still the matter of the song...
Because of Jesus,
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Random Ramblings (Springfield Edition)
As my blogging about my years at Springfield Friends Meeting (SFM) draws to a close this week, I have a lot of random thoughts from those years that don't quite merit a post of their own. I will share many of them with you today, so just jump in and hold on! And as always I would love to hear your comments and stories- e-mail me!
Because of Jesus,
- I loved going to sporting events and seeing the youth play (in return they got to watch me play for the always entertaining SFM softball team each spring). I always got into the games and became just another idiot fan pulling hard for "my" team, no matter which of our high schools or middle schools was playing or which team our kids were cheerleaders for. Thanks to the Moran family I even learned to appreciate (be it ever so slightly!) soccer. Perhaps the most exciting sporting event I have ever seen in person (and I have seen a lot) was watching Jeremy Godwin (pictured at right with Jennifer Simmons) win the NC state heavyweight wrestling championship his senior year at the Greensboro Coliseum. Jeremy was loosing with just seconds to go in the match, when suddenly he escaped, flipped his opponent over and pinned him! It was just simply amazing.
- In December of 1987 we had the first ever Friend Day at SFM, and the meeting room was packed! It marked the beginning of a new enthusiasm and new spirit of outreach for the Meeting. I think they still do the event.
- During my time at SFM we hosted a number of youth events for North Carolina Yearly Meeting, including Saturdaze '89. We had groups from all over the state come in and we had a great program including Doyle Craven in The Orkrah Wimpy Show.
- Speaking of Doyle...his leadership and faithfulness inspired me in so many ways during his tenure at the Yearly Meeting youth director, and to this day I still consider him to be one of the best youth pastors I have ever known. His "career" in ministry ended when he announced he was gay. Shortly thereafter, a "witch hunt" began in NCYM and anyone who had been close to Doyle was at the top of the list. One of the most surreal moments of my life was the day Max Rees called me into his office to ask me if I was gay...I wasn't, by the way. Not that there's anything wrong with that...
- I had two official college-age interns during while at SFM. Tim Fountain, who had been in my youth group at New Garden Friends (and is pictured, on the left with Amy Simmons, Todd Farlow and myself) and Rebecca Howard of Quaker Lake fame. They were both awesome, and they paved the way for the coming of Jerry Hanbery once I reached Kissimmee!
- On September 13, 1993 we changed the name of our TNT program to MARS (Mondays are Really Special?). I have no idea why...but everyone who showed up was given a Mars candy bar!
- While serving SFM I worked with Youth Specialties on promoting a National Resource Seminar and and Understanding Your Teenager workshop, both of which we hosted. I also was published as an author for the first times, writing articles for GROUP Magazine and Quaker Life Magazine. I also wrote a chapter for a GROUP curriculum aimed at 4th and 5th grade students, and I actually got paid for it! All of these things helped me establish a reputation outside of NCYM.
- Most of the posts about my Springfield years have been about the things that worked. I could do another 100 posts talking about the things that didn't, or that didn't work for long. We tried 10 different ways of starting small groups that never took off. We kept trying new ways to get students more involved in leadership, but that never really happened. I planned three small-scale mission trips that no one ever signed up to attend. But the important thing was that we kept trying new things...
- We did 8 Youth Sunday worship services while I was at SFM, and each of them was moving and well received...at least they were after the first one. I went on a rant at Monthly Meeting about how the youth were not just cute and sweet and the church of the future, but how they had important things to say and were a part of the church NOW! Never heard any of that cute and sweet stuff again...
- I got to preach a couple of times a year when Max was away, and here are a few of my sermon titles from those years: We Didn't Start the Fire, I Won't Back Down, The Heart of the Matter and I Go To Extremes. Anyone see a theme there?
- Marilyn and I were both in the choir and got to work with three wonderful choir directors- Brenda Haworth, Laurel Zeiss and Bob Spencer. Laurel taught us what became the official anthem of the church, In This Very Room. Mel Downing had been the organist for nearly 30 years before we arrived and remained in that position until his passing last year. He was a Springfield institution. One of my all-time favorite lines came from Brenda's husband, noted neurosurgeon Chester Haworth. When Brenda asked the choir what we should do to honor Mel for 30 years of service, Chester responded "I think we should bronze his organ..." I am still laughing!
Because of Jesus,
Monday, April 12, 2010
Low Sunday
The rest of this week will be devoted to wrapping up my Springfield years, and next Sunday I will begin my journey to Kissimmee and a whole new set of characters and adventures. But today I want to jump ahead a bit.
Easter weekend is one of the best weekends of the year for most every church. Van Dyke Church in Tampa, where my family now attends, is no different. Van Dyke is a very large church that draws nearly 3000 people to three worship services most every weekend. This Easter there were well over 4000 in attendance for four services. The Sunday after Easter (and the one after Christmas) is known in church circles as "low Sunday." You expect to see a drop-off in numbers because all of the C & E church-goers are done for a while. Yesterday also happened to be the first Sunday of Spring Break here, so the crowd seemed especially thin- although at Van Dyke that still meant we had a large crowd. As I looked around the sanctuary yesterday, I remembered this moment from days gone by...
The spring of 2001 found me serving the Union Church of Hinsdale in the western suburbs of Chicago. A large, very traditional church, we had just celebrated Easter with great pomp and circumstance. A huge crowd had filled the building to overflow. Trumpets played, handbells rang out and choirs sang. It was quite a spectacle. The following Sunday one of our Associate Pastors, a young man named Mark Toole, was preaching. Mark was one of my favorite staff members I ever worked with, both as a pastor and as a person. He currently teaches world religions at High Point University in NC. I was sitting up in the pulpit area with Mark, as I was the scripture reader that day. Mark rose and looked at the crowd, which was sparse, certainly compared to the previous week. He addressed the congregation with the following thoughts (my paraphrase): Remember last Sunday? Remember how the choir processed in with the trumpets playing? Remember the amazing sound of a full choir and the great handbells? Remember how amazing you all sounded as we proclaimed that Christ the LORD is Risen Today? Remember how the crowd filled not only the sanctuary, but the overflow area as well? It was truly a wonderful day and the people of this community filled Union Church. So today I just have one more question. All of that captures the feel of what Mark said. His next question is a direct quote that I will never forget. He paused, starred into the crowd and asked loudly and firmly, "So where the hell are they?" The congregation erupted in snickers and gasps and outright laughter (that would be me...). The point he went on to make, at least in my mind, was very basic. How can, each year and all over the world, so many people hear the message of the resurrection and then go back to living life as if it never happened? Why are we more concerned with beating the Baptists to the best lunch spots than forgiving our friend who hurt us? Why is it that so many people walk away from our churches each week saying "What a nice service" instead of proclaiming "Jesus is alive...and THAT IS AWESOME!" I wish I knew the answer, or even understood how such things can happen. Thanks Mark, for stepping out of the box for a moment that never fails to remind me that Jesus is to celebrated every day! I mean really...how can you have a "low Sunday" when you are walking with the Savior?
Because of Jesus,
Easter weekend is one of the best weekends of the year for most every church. Van Dyke Church in Tampa, where my family now attends, is no different. Van Dyke is a very large church that draws nearly 3000 people to three worship services most every weekend. This Easter there were well over 4000 in attendance for four services. The Sunday after Easter (and the one after Christmas) is known in church circles as "low Sunday." You expect to see a drop-off in numbers because all of the C & E church-goers are done for a while. Yesterday also happened to be the first Sunday of Spring Break here, so the crowd seemed especially thin- although at Van Dyke that still meant we had a large crowd. As I looked around the sanctuary yesterday, I remembered this moment from days gone by...
The spring of 2001 found me serving the Union Church of Hinsdale in the western suburbs of Chicago. A large, very traditional church, we had just celebrated Easter with great pomp and circumstance. A huge crowd had filled the building to overflow. Trumpets played, handbells rang out and choirs sang. It was quite a spectacle. The following Sunday one of our Associate Pastors, a young man named Mark Toole, was preaching. Mark was one of my favorite staff members I ever worked with, both as a pastor and as a person. He currently teaches world religions at High Point University in NC. I was sitting up in the pulpit area with Mark, as I was the scripture reader that day. Mark rose and looked at the crowd, which was sparse, certainly compared to the previous week. He addressed the congregation with the following thoughts (my paraphrase): Remember last Sunday? Remember how the choir processed in with the trumpets playing? Remember the amazing sound of a full choir and the great handbells? Remember how amazing you all sounded as we proclaimed that Christ the LORD is Risen Today? Remember how the crowd filled not only the sanctuary, but the overflow area as well? It was truly a wonderful day and the people of this community filled Union Church. So today I just have one more question. All of that captures the feel of what Mark said. His next question is a direct quote that I will never forget. He paused, starred into the crowd and asked loudly and firmly, "So where the hell are they?" The congregation erupted in snickers and gasps and outright laughter (that would be me...). The point he went on to make, at least in my mind, was very basic. How can, each year and all over the world, so many people hear the message of the resurrection and then go back to living life as if it never happened? Why are we more concerned with beating the Baptists to the best lunch spots than forgiving our friend who hurt us? Why is it that so many people walk away from our churches each week saying "What a nice service" instead of proclaiming "Jesus is alive...and THAT IS AWESOME!" I wish I knew the answer, or even understood how such things can happen. Thanks Mark, for stepping out of the box for a moment that never fails to remind me that Jesus is to celebrated every day! I mean really...how can you have a "low Sunday" when you are walking with the Savior?
Because of Jesus,
Friday, April 9, 2010
Thinking...About Thinking
In the autumn of 1993 I started thinking. Some of you may laugh and ask if this was the very first time I had undertaken the task. Those who know me best (Marilyn) know that in reality I over think most everything. My mind is constantly in motion, and unfortunately not always considering things I should be thinking about. But following the huge success of that summer's Disney trip, I had begun thinking that perhaps it was time for me to leave Springfield Friends Meeting. The average length of tenure for a youth minister in those days was about 14 months. I was entering my eighth year at Springfield. My thinking was serious and I began to consider my options.
Why? I had flirted with leaving a couple of times in the previous year, but nothing had gotten serious enough that I ever had to accept or refuse a job offer. But I had thought about it. There were four main reasons that I began to think that the time was coming.
Because of Jesus,
Why? I had flirted with leaving a couple of times in the previous year, but nothing had gotten serious enough that I ever had to accept or refuse a job offer. But I had thought about it. There were four main reasons that I began to think that the time was coming.
- I had dreams and goals that I wanted to accomplish as a youth pastor, and it was becoming clearer to me that most of those would not happen if I continued working among Quakers. The denomination was so small and so mysterious to non-Quakers that it was difficult to see much future growth coming. We had been drawing families to church through our TNT program, watching as their kids became involved with us and the parents went to other churches. Even in our community, where Quakers had been present for over 200 years, some viewed us as a strange, cult-like faith. The denomination was also very divided theologically, and I was very weary of all the infighting. And I could see absolutely no situation among Friends that was a step up from Springfield- I already had the best Quaker youth ministry job in the country.
- Perhaps I had accomplished all there was for me to accomplish at Springfield. We had done some wonderful things together, and the just finished trip was incredible. I just wasn't sure if I was the person to continue leading them into the future- maybe the kids needed a change too. Plus, the imminent retirement of long-time senior pastor Max Rees was going to make major changes in the Meeting. I wasn't sure what part God was calling me to play in that transition.
- I hate to admit it, but if I am being honest then I have to say that money was an issue as well. I was not being compensated at anywhere near the level of my peers in other denominations, but we could live with that. What frustrated me was that our budget for student ministry was only $800 per year. To do the ministry we were doing, to reach out into the community and offer programs and events that would help us change lives, we needed far more. Springfield just could not afford more. They supported the youth in every other way imaginable, but money was just tight. Marilyn and I were spending a good deal of our income on the youth. We did it because we wanted to, but still...it should not have to be that way.
- One of the tests I have always tried to apply to a church that I work for or one that offers me a position is this: If I didn't work at the church, would I want to attend it? That question was becoming harder for me to answer about Springfield. I loved (and still love; even 16 years later we consider it home) the Meeting, but some of my worship preferences were changing, and I knew Springfield was not going to change as quickly as I would like. Contemporary music was not coming to worship anytime soon. The use of drama and video in worship was still a long way off. Even something as seemingly simple as changing the order of worship from one week to the next was a struggle. I was reasonably certain that there were not many people in the congregation, even many of our dear friends, who felt the way Marilyn and I did. It was something we had to think about.
Because of Jesus,
Saturday, January 30, 2010
The Boss (Ode to Millie)
When I arrived at Springfield Friends Meeting in October of 1986, the secretary was a woman named Pat Lindfors. She worked half days, with most of her time spent on the weekly bulletin. Pat was a sweet and wonderful lady- sometimes too sweet. She was the kind of person who would ask permission to walk down the hall and use the restroom. She also was not much of a self-starter. If you wanted Pat to do something, you had to tell her exactly what you wanted. Springfield was a fairly stressful place in those early days, and Pat could not deal with it very well- so she resigned. I think this was the summer of 1988. We were uncertain of who would replace her...
I left to go on a youth trip to Myrtle Beach, and when I came back Max Rees had hired Millie Simmons on a trial basis. Millie and her husband George had two daughters, Amy and Jennifer (all pictured here along with Ashley Goad on the far left), who were active in our programs. I admit to being a bit surprised that Millie was interested in the job. She didn't seem like the church secretary type. She was funny, outspoken and a ball of energy. When we needed her to do things for us, she would not only do them, she would give us better ideas than we had to begin with. It didn't take Millie long to establish that there was a new sheriff in town! She took control of the office. She took control of the church communications. She took control of Max and I! And the church loved her. The old men would stop by to visit with her. She became the point person for the church's famous Ham & Egg Supper; she became the person who dealt with the homeless and downtrodden who would come to the church looking for financial help. She was a great supporter of our youth ministry. And she was a great friend to both Marilyn and I.
Max and I used to joke with Millie about her being our boss. The facts are we would never have accomplished the things we did without her help and leadership. I was fortunate to work with a number of good secretaries in the years that followed, but never anyone quite like Millie. She was the best! And she outlasted both of us...
Because of Jesus,
I left to go on a youth trip to Myrtle Beach, and when I came back Max Rees had hired Millie Simmons on a trial basis. Millie and her husband George had two daughters, Amy and Jennifer (all pictured here along with Ashley Goad on the far left), who were active in our programs. I admit to being a bit surprised that Millie was interested in the job. She didn't seem like the church secretary type. She was funny, outspoken and a ball of energy. When we needed her to do things for us, she would not only do them, she would give us better ideas than we had to begin with. It didn't take Millie long to establish that there was a new sheriff in town! She took control of the office. She took control of the church communications. She took control of Max and I! And the church loved her. The old men would stop by to visit with her. She became the point person for the church's famous Ham & Egg Supper; she became the person who dealt with the homeless and downtrodden who would come to the church looking for financial help. She was a great supporter of our youth ministry. And she was a great friend to both Marilyn and I.
Max and I used to joke with Millie about her being our boss. The facts are we would never have accomplished the things we did without her help and leadership. I was fortunate to work with a number of good secretaries in the years that followed, but never anyone quite like Millie. She was the best! And she outlasted both of us...
Because of Jesus,
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