Showing posts with label Jesus Christ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus Christ. Show all posts

Different Yet Unchanged

Monday, May 11, 2020


The governor of Indiana has lifted the ban on church services if appropriate social distancing measures are in place, and yesterday was my church’s first experiment with inviting people back into the pews. The pastors and deacons didn’t expect social distancing to be a problem because they assumed most people would continue watching the livestream for a while, and they were right. We could even have filled a few more pews, although the communion elements might have run out.

The picture shows only half the sanctuary and doesn’t include the people sitting under the balcony, but it gives you an idea of how full the church was. Since the virus is still out there, though, the attendance probably wasn’t bad.

Choir is unlikely to reconvene before the fall, so any special music consists of solos and family ensembles. That’s why I was in the balcony—to sing a solo for the prelude.

Listening to the recorded version afterwards, I wasn’t happy with my performance. Fortunately, people’s memories of my execution will be fleeting, and that’s as it should be. What’s important is not HOW I did but WHY I did it, which was to praise God and give Him glory. If that’s what my solo conveyed, then it was successful.

As I looked down on the congregation, I thought how different everything looked. But as I participated in the liturgy, listened to the Word, and took communion, I was reminded that the important things are unchangeable. God does not change, nor do the scriptures nor the sacraments He has given us. As it says in Hebrews 13:8, “Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today and forever.” (ESV)

And no pandemic can change that.

The Alternative

Monday, November 19, 2012

This past week I attended two wakes. Both were for elderly women who had been active in my church until the advancing years turned them into shut-ins.

I had a routine eye exam the week before, and somehow the conversation turned to growing old. My optometrist said, "It's better than the alternative." My reply? "I don't mind the alternative." Then she said, "Oh, don't think that way." That was my cue to explain why I don't mind death, and I let the opportunity pass.

Here's what I should have said.

I do worry about losing my faculties and my independence, so I'm not looking forward to old age. On the other hand, I like my life and there are a lot of things I want to do before I die. I'm not seeking death.

But I'm also not afraid of it. God has promised that death is simply the entrance to heaven for those who believe in his Son, Jesus Christ.

And I'm one of them.

Only God knows what heaven looks like, and that's okay with me. I don't care if the gates are made of pearl and the streets are paved with gold. I don't even care if it's a physical place or only an experiential one. One thing I do know: in heaven we will be in constant communion with God, and nothing is better than that.

We won't all grow old.

But I don't mind the alternative.