The Pilgrim's Psalm

Nathan Stam
Children/Communications Pastor

Part Three in a series of Thanksgiving Blogs...

To many, Psalm 107 is known as the Pilgrim's Psalm. Maybe more than any other passage in the Bible, this particular Psalm describes the perils the Pilgrims experienced prior to, during, and after their crossing of the Atlantic Ocean.

The Pilgrims came ashore on Monday, December 11, 1620 and many believe they spent the prior day worshiping and using Psalm 107 as the basis for that Sabbath's meditation. Governor William Bradford, in his account of the founding of the Plymouth Colony explicitly referred to the Psalm:

May not and ought not the children of these fathers rightly say: "Our fathers were Englishmen which came over this great ocean, and were ready to perish in this wilderness, but they cried unto the Lord, and he heard their voice and looked on their adversity. Let them forever praise the Lord, because He is good: and His mercies endure forever. Yes, let them which have been redeemed of the Lord, shew how He hath delivered them from the hand of the oppressor. When they wandered in the desert wilderness out of the way, and found no city to dwell in, both hungry and thirsty, their soul was overwhelmed in them. Let them confess before the Lord His loving kindness and His wonderful works before the sons of men."

Psalm 107 is in all reality a praise song! It was written after Israel had returned from its Babylonian captivity. It begins with an introduction and finishes with a conclusion, but in the body of the Psalm are four word-pictures of human predicaments and divine interventions. These four adventures aren't necessarily specific Israelite situations, but since this Psalm was written to help celebrate the return from exile these four pictures are perhaps different ways of picturing the plight from which Israel was delivered. (It's interesting to note that the number four connotes totality, all the possible varieties of rescue.)

As we read Psalm 107 we can see ourselves in these different situations as well! Charles Spurgeon once wrote that this Psalm may be sung by any man or woman whose life has been preserved in times of danger.

Over the next few days we'll be looking at two of the word-pictures, but go ahead and read the Psalm in its entirety by clicking here.

Public Thanksgiving and Prayer

Matt Wyatt
Youth Assistant Extraordinaire

This is the text of a proclamation for a day of Public Thanksgiving and Prayer, issued by George Washington in January of 1795. The text is copied from Rediscovering God in America by Newt Gingrich (Integrity Publishers, 2006).

When we review the calamities which afflict so many other nations, the present condition of the United States affords much matter of consolation and satisfaction. Our exemption hitherto from foreign war, an increasing prospect of the continuance of that exemption, the great degree of internal tranquility by the suppression of an insurrection which so wantonly threatened it, the happy course of our public affairs in general, the unexampled prosperity of all classes of our citizens, are circumstances which peculiarly mark our situation with indications of the Divine beneficence toward us. In such a state of things it is an especial manner our duty as people, with devout reverence and affectionate gratitude, to acknowledge our many and great obligations to Almighty God and implore Him to continue and confirm the blessings we experience. Deeply penetrated with this sentiment, I, George Washington, President of the United States, do recommend to all religious societies and denominations, and to all persons whomsoever, within the United States to set apart and observe Thursday, the 19th day of February next, as a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, and on that day to meet together and render their sincere and hearty thanks to the Great Ruler of Nations for the manifold and signal mercies which distinguish our lot as a nation, particularly for the possession of constitutions of government which unite and by their union establish liberty with order; for the preservation of our peace, foreign and domestic; for the seasonable control of the which has been given to a spirit of disorder in the suppression of the late insurrection, and generally, for the prosperous course of our affairs, public and private; and at the same time humbly and fervently to beseech the kind Author of these blessings graciously to prolong them to us; to imprint on our hearts a deep and solemn sense of our obligations to Him for them; to teach us rightly to estimate their immense value; to preserve us from the arrogance of prosperity, and from hazarding the advantages we enjoy by delusive pursuits; to dispose us to merit the continuance of His favors by not abusing them; by our gratitude for them, and by a correspondent conduct as citizens and men; to render this country more and more a safe and propitious asylum for the unfortunate of other countries; to extend among us true and useful knowledge; to diffuse and establish habits of sobriety, order, morality, and piety, and finally, to impart all the blessings we possess, or ask for ourselves, to the whole family of mankind.

The Legend of the Four Year Old Indian

Nathan Stam
Children/Communications Pastor

The first of a series of Thanksgiving Blogs over the next few weeks...

I know we all have a lot of warm Thanksgiving memories as we look back over the years. Well, here's one that's a bit chilly:

It's tough being a four year old. You want to be taken seriously. You're independent. You're processing vast amounts of information and are trying so terribly hard to remember the difference between an oval and a circle. Oh, and you can't sit still. Sitting still literally makes your brain feel like it's going to spontaneously combust. If you have an older sibling you want to do whatever they get to do. You want to be in elementary school. You're ready for the school bus and can't understand why you still have to take those awful afternoon naps. Life is tough.

I was four years old, once. Hard to believe, I know. I have several four year old memories that I still hang on to, and one in particular that I wanted to share as Thanksgiving approaches next week.

I didn't have an older brother or sister, but my best friend was five and he was already in Kindergarten at Baucom. I remember being extremely jealous that he got to go to school. But Thanksgiving rolled around back in 1981 and I was invited by his teacher and our two mothers to come take part in his class Thanksgiving play. Oh, if I could only convey the giddiness and the sense of accomplishment and pride that I felt when I was approached concerning my role. I was to play the part of an Indian coming to eat with the Pilgrims and had absolutely no lines. I quickly and readily agreed to the plan.

That is, until the day of the class play. Until I was dressed in my costume. My memory is a bit fuzzy on this point, but I think I had some soft-soled Moccasin slippers for my feet and a loin cloth. That was it. Nothing else. I remember my Mom applying some war paint while I shook my head and tried to get out of it all. I mean, I liked the slippers, but the loin cloth was a bit much. I felt cold.

Thinking back, I don't think it was because I had a highly advanced sense of modesty. At this same period of my life I would run around our yard in nothing but my Batman underwear chasing bad guys and untying trussed up babysitters (who still delight to remind me of those moments). Modesty wasn't it.

I think I just got cold feet. Too much pressure. There was too much riding on my performance. And so, to my everlasting shame, I refused to go into the classroom.

Anyway, that's one of my earliest Thanksgiving memories. How about you?
 

Completely Other

Nathan Stam
Children/Communications Pastor

He is:
the blessed and only Sovereign,
the King of kings,
and the Lord of lords,
the only One who has immortality,
dwelling in unapproachable light,
whom none of mankind has seen or can see,
to whom be honor and eternal might.
Amen.

These words from Paul written to Timothy are powerful and awe-inspiring. God dwells in unapproachable light. Mankind has never seen or can see. He is completely Other. He is Spirit. He is Sovereign and He is Pure and Set Apart.

The beautiful thing is that this God has chosen to make Himself known to us, humankind, through Jesus Christ, the Word incarnate, for His own glory and for His love for us. It's the beauty of Christmas:

The Word became flesh and blood,
and moved into our neighborhood.
We saw the glory with our own eyes,
the one-of-a-kind glory,
like Father, like Son,
Generous inside and out,
true from start to finish.

No one has ever seen God,
not so much as a glimpse.
This one-of-a-kind God-Expression,
who exists at the very heart of the Father,
has made him plain as day.

A Hard Pill To Swallow

Nathan Stam
Children/Communications Pastor

I love my grandparents for so many reasons: they are kind, compassionate, loving, godly and prayer warriors. They've really set an example for me in my own life as I try to walk with God. Whenever you need to talk, or just to decompress, you're always welcome at their house to come sit in a rocking chair and visit. I love them dearly.

My Grandmother also has quite the stash of horse pills at their home.

I'm not sure where the horse pills came from. Probably from the traveling horse doctor. I know what they're designed for: horses, not humans. They're some kind of powerful antibiotic, but that's about all I've been told. I also know that whenever someone gets sick and comes over to the house they are offered one of the horse pills. I, myself, have taken quite a few over the years. Let me describe these pills to you: You're familiar with the gel tabs or the yummy chocolate flavored advil or the small and easy to swallow normal pills for all symptoms, I assume? The horse pills have none of these frills. They are easily the size of my thumb. I tried once to cut one in half, but the pill became so jagged that it literally lacerated my throat as I attempted to swallow it down. So, you've got to do it whole. And, let me tell you, there's a lot of gasping and gagging that goes on before that thing goes down your gullet. My palms get sweaty whenever I see one. They are a literally a hard pill to swallow.

And hence the expression: "That's a hard pill to swallow."

On Wednesday nights we're studying the book of Malachi, and the Israelites in Malachi's time had some hard pills to swallow. The Holy Spirit, through the Prophet Malachi, basically tells the people that if they are going to come to corporately worship and just go through the motions with their hearts elsewhere it would be better if they just didn't show up. If they were not going to give cheerfully or out of a heart of joy then it would be better for them not to give at all (that's a New Testament interpretation of Chapter 3). If they were going to come to worship and just do the same thing they had always done because it was what they had always done with no heart change it would be better for them to just close the doors of the Temple.

That's a hard pill to swallow! To think that if we're not living as a New Testament Church--loving the poor, caring for one another, walking humbly with God, doing justice--we'd do just as well to shut the whole thing down and quit playing games and bringing dishonor to the name of God.

So, what's our alternative? What kind of lives do we lead? The Prophet Isaiah says it well:

This is the kind of fast I'm after:
to break the chains of injustice,
get rid of exploitation in the workplace,
free the oppressed,
cancel debts.

What I'm interested in seeing you do is:
sharing your food with the hungry,
inviting the homeless poor into your homes,
putting clothes on the shivering ill-clad,
being available to your own families.

Do this and the lights will turn on,
and your lives will turn around at once.
Your righteousness will pave your way.
The God of Glory will secure your passage.
Then when you pray, God will answer.
You'll call out for help and I'll say, "Here I Am."

Dominion and Awe

Nathan Stam
Children/Communications Pastor

A few years back I was struck by a revelation:

I use the same word to describe how I feel about cheeseburgers and to describe the Creator God of the Universe.

That word would be: "awesome". In fact, I use awesome to describe a lot of other things as well: computers, movies, automatic doors in vans, Mac products, books, experiences and trips, etc. I sometimes use it even if I don't really mean it. How can that be right? How can I describe how I feel about God accurately?

In Job 25:2 we read: "Dominion and awe belong to God." Awe belongs to God, and is due him and to no one else. Especially Five Guys. That causes me to pause and re-evaluate the language that I use to describe a cheeseburger! My prayer and dilemma is perfectly summed up in an old David Crowder lyric:

I need words
As wide as sky
I need language large as
This longing inside
And I need a voice
Bigger than mine
And I need a song to sing You
That I've yet to find

(You can hear the song by clicking here)

Christmas Presents, Bill Cosby and the Gibeonites (The Sneaky Blog)

Nathan Stam
Children/Communications Pastor

Describing me as a sneaky kid would be an understatement. Case in point: I knew all of my Mother's secret hiding places for birthday and Christmas presents, and there were many. I would wait till she was asleep and then slip out of my bed to either the crawl-space or the laundry room. With stealth-like precision I would tear a little of the wrapping paper away so that I could catch a glimpse of what treasure lay inside. Could it be a new Transformer? I would then try to arrange the present to make it look like there was no rip in the paper or that it had ripped itself naturally when it was set down in its hiding place by my Mother. I'm telling you, I was bad! And I was good at it.

It reminds me of the one Cosby episode where Bill Cosby sees that Claire has baked a cake and he proceeds to partake of said cake while little Olivia watches in amazement. He then tries to cover up the missing piece by adding paper towels and spreading the chocolate icing to make the cake look whole again. Here's the clip in all of its sneaky hilarity!

Speaking of sneakiness, there were some inhabitants of Gibeon in Joshua's day that were downright deceptive. They took sneaky to a new level. Joshua 9 talks about how the Gibeonites heard how Israel had taken down Jericho and Ai and decided (wisely, I think) that they did not want to be obliterated. So, the Gibeonites put on their old, patched up sandles and pretended to have come from a far away land. Israel didn't consult God and established peace with them and made a treaty to let them live (when they really should have killed them all). The Gibeonite's sneakiness saved their lives, and they eventually became woodcutters and water carriers for the people of Israel. Not high profile work, but better than being permanently wiped off the face of the earth!