September 29, 2024

Ecclesiastes 9:13-18

I have also seen this example of wisdom under the sun, and it seemed great to me. There was a little city with few men in it, and a great king came against it and besieged it, building great siegeworks against it. But there was found in it a poor, wise man, and he by his wisdom delivered the city. Yet no one remembered that poor man. But I say that wisdom is better than might, though the poor man’s wisdom is despised and his words are not heard. The words of the wise heard in quiet are better than the shouting of a ruler among fools. Wisdom is better than weapons of war, but one sinner destroys much good.

Good morning church family,

I wonder what would happen if all the woodland creatures who lived in the fields, forests, and meadows of New England got together to form a republic. What if way out in the Allagash they built for themselves a court, capitol building, and executive mansion? When they finally got around to having a vote; who do you imagine they’d elect to serve as wilderness president?

Well, if this woodland republic was democratic, I’d think a mouse would end up the chief executive, for surely mice would make up the largest voting bloc in the land. In fact, I’d think most of the animal’s congress would be populated by rodents; with chipmunks, squirrels, gophers, and voles filling the majority of the seats. I mean, there might be a valley or a glen here or there represented by a whitetail or a turtledove and a I suppose a number of wetlands might elect beavers to serve as legislators, but aside from a few of these outliers, this new republic of the woodlands would surely be run by little critters.

But if the animals decided to populate their government the way we populate ours, a trip to the Allagash would reveal a truly dumbfounding reality. For inside the animal’s capitol building you wouldn’t find a bunch of field mice and tree squirrels pontificating on the importance of deforestation control or wrestling over acorn subsidies and such. No, you’d find a bunch of coyotes there instead; raccoons, skunks and hawks all sitting back smoking cigars while they sell the future of the woods down the Kennebec. A big fat bear would be asleep in the Speaker’s chair and a little weasel would have his feet up on the desk, twirling a gavel in his hand. And there in the woodland White House, a sly fox would be holding forth in the oval office.

I never saw a single episode of the hit Netflix drama House of Cards, but I did read a good bit about it. I was fascinated by the popularity of a show that portrayed the people’s government in Washington as a hothouse for the flourishing of every kind of corruption, perversion, and degradation. What was particularly interesting to me was that no one saw the sad storylines in every episode as unrealistic. The nation just shrugged it all off; thinking to itself, “Yeah, I guess that’s about right.” Even though there was nothing ennobling or inspiring in either the plotlines or the characters that were being developed, our countrymen spent good money and precious time watching this stuff. America was entertained by the debasement of its own government.

What is wrong with us? Why, in a republic like ours where the people have a vote, do we have so many wolves, weasels, and thieving raccoons representing us in congress? Why is the White House so often a den for a fox? Why aren’t we represented and led by everyday critters like us – men and women who are simply looking to work hard and provide for kith and kin; all while pursuing happiness? I mean, most of us are pretty ordinary. We’re not a bunch of sophisticates and elites with nefarious agendas for the radical transformation of our country and world. The vast majority of Americans aren’t one-percenters who’ve made their millions and billions by using access to power to secure no-show consultation jobs and lofty positions on Fortune 500 boards. We’re not a nation of nihilists. And yet, if you look around the halls of government, you’d be hard pressed to find anyone who thinks or talks or lives like us. Why is that?

Well, I suppose it’s possible that power’s corrupting influence on people is entirely to blame – we keep sending good people to Washington, the thinking goes, but then something in the Potomac River water turns Mr. Smith into Mephisto. While there’s certainly something to this theory, it’s just a little too neat and tidy for me.

I think instead that we, the people, have allowed Washington to become the kind of place that attracts dodgers, scoundrels, and other bad hats. I think we’ve so demeaned politics at this point and become so accepting of a culture of corruption in elected office that robbers find license in our sighs of resignation and are emboldened by all our shrugging. When we rate candidates not by their character but by how artfully they lie and obfuscate, we unwittingly promote the wicked. When we award points for honey-tongued promises and applaud clever evasions, we’re courting partnerships with manipulators. I’m an adult and I recognize that when there happen to be a lot of weasels on the ballot that my obligation is to vote for the lesser of two weasels. And I’ll certainly continue trying to make those decisions in wisdom. But we must mourn over a ballot like that and pray earnestly for better ones.

My simple plea – which, admittedly, is but a voice crying out in the digital wilderness – is that we do everything we can to make character an issue in elective politics. As we continue to strive as Christians to live holy and upright lives, let our righteousness be reflected in our representative government – however small and insignificant that reflection might seem. Don’t allow the jadedness of Washington politics to dim our light or take the seasoning out of our salt. Let us remember what Solomon said in the twenty-eighth chapter of Proverbs, verse one, “The wicked flee when no one is pursuing, but the righteous are bold as a lion.” When we give up on Washington or Concord as hopeless places, we give up an opportunity to allow God to use us in those places. When the light that God has kindled within us shines from atop the stand He’s placed us on – remember that it gives light to all that are in the house that they might see our good deeds and glorify their Father who is in heaven. What a ministry!

As we prepare to go to the polls this election season, don’t forget the high office that we’ve been elected to by Heaven. We daily serve as agents of salvation to a condemned world. And if the Spirit of God reside in little mice like you and me then we, the lowliest of critters, become kings of the jungle.

We’re looking forward to gathering in God’s house tomorrow and I pray that we’ll find that a ladder like the one Jacob saw years ago, has been set against the back wall. I pray that God will be bringing Heaven down to us and that we will be sending the concerns and praises of Earth back up to Him. It’s going to be a wonderful day! May the Lord, mighty God, bless and continue to keep us!

  • Pastor Tate

September 22, 2024

Acts 20:7-12

On the first day of the week, when we were gathered together to break bread, Paul talked with them, intending to depart on the next day, and he prolonged his speech until midnight. There were many lamps in the upper room where we were gathered. And a young man named Eutychus, sitting at the window, sank into a deep sleep as Paul talked still longer. And being overcome by sleep, he fell down from the third story and was taken up dead. But Paul went down and bent over him, and taking him in his arms, said, “Do not be alarmed, for his life is in him.” And when Paul had gone up and had broken bread and eaten, he conversed with them a long while, until daybreak, and so departed. And they took the youth away alive, and were not a little comforted.

Good morning church family,

Imagine that your body is a castle and your spirit the precious life within. Imagine your castle’s treasury to be so rich in peace and joy, that you must make a fortress of yourself lest the pillaging barbarians pour in. Now scan the perimeter of your castle walls. Where are its weakest points? Should you set a guard at your toes? Should ramparts be built at your elbows, marksmen positioned in turrets atop your knuckles, and a moat dug around your belly button? Could the strategy of the barbarians really be to launch their attack at your digits, bones, and joints? I suppose anything is possible but those parts of the wall are fairly impregnable. Access to the inner realm is simply not granted at those spots. Go ahead – let the enemy lay siege to your toes and amass their entire army there. Let them roll in the trebuchet and pile a mountain of stones beside. Let the archers make torches of their arrows and their cavalry ride in at a gallop. Your toes could be completely conquered, occupied, and even cut clean off and God’s image not be damaged a bit.

No – our enemy is not so benighted nor so dumb. He knows that the place to attack is at the gates.

Our castles all have three gateways; don’t you know. Of course you know this, for it’s obvious. Think of all the freight that’s daily admitted in through the large gateways at your eyes. Railway cars overflowing with images, barges carrying a hundred shipping containers all filled with words, and tractor-trailers loaded to the last bulwark with advertisements and seductions of every kind. And what of the gateways on either side of your head? In through your ears, a river of philosophy, thought, and argument – much of it set to music – flows down the canal day and night. Finally, there’s your mouth – that yawning, gaping vulnerability. There are fewer imports admitted at this gate than at the others but what the enemy is able to get past the guards there – whether it be narcotics, intoxicants, poisons, or other unhealthy things – can steal more treasure than anything else.

Eye gate, ear gate, and mouth gate; all three grant direct access to your castle’s inner realm where the heart, mind, and soul reside. You say you know this, but where is your security at these critical points? And don’t tell me about that Barney Fife character you have sitting on a stool between your two eyes; the one with the bullet in his breast pocket and the hat tipped down over sleepy eyes. And I’ve seen the mercenaries you’re counting on to keep the peace by each ear canal. They do okay when they’re getting paid a pretty penny but their heart’s not in the job. It doesn’t take an awful lot for them to be bribed into looking the other way at the importing of barrels and barrels of lies. And last of all, that new-fangled bit of technology you’ve got running the border at the back of your teeth – the one that scans bar codes and checks for government approvals – that thing does its job, I suppose. But it sure isn’t discerning. You must know it’s letting all manner of deadly things down the hatch.

No, this simply won’t do. You’re going to need to empower an entirely new security apparatus if your castle’s going to maintain its integrity and be spared a collapse at the hands of the enemy. Fire all your law enforcement. Ask for your chief’s badge and strip your commanders of their rank. Transfer all your agents to remote outposts. They’ve failed you and were never really up to the job anyway.

Turn all your security over to the Holy Spirit and allow Him, through the work of repentance and sanctification, to dispatch love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control to go stand guard at the gates. These are mighty guardians indeed! They are keen-eyed, lionhearted, and fierce. No enemy is any match for these defenses.

Don’t take your castle’s security lightly. Many a once sovereign heart has grown proud and cold. I’ve seen the flag of faith lowered from the castle spire and replaced with the pirate’s Jolly Roger. Remember what the Apostle John wrote to his fellow believers: “Do not love the world, nor the things in the world. If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him. For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh and the lust of the eyes and the boastful pride of life, is not from the Father, but is from the world. And the world is passing away, and also its lusts; but the one who does the will of God abides forever.” (1John 2:15-17)

What a wonderful blessing it is to have brothers and sisters in the Faith, to have an ordered home where the Word is loved and honored, and to have so many gatherings that stimulate us to love and good deeds. It’s grand to be a Christian! We’re looking forward to gathering together again in the morning to see what the Lord intends to do. May the Lord, mighty God, bless and continue to keep us!

  • Pastor Tate

September 15, 2024

Matthew 10:34-39

Do not think that I have come to bring peace to the earth. I have not come to bring peace, but a sword. For I have come to set a man against his father, and a daughter against her mother, and a daughter-in-law against her mother-in-law. And a person’s enemies will be those of his own household. Whoever loves father or mother more than me is not worthy of me, and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it.