Good morning church family,

It bothers me that NBC can do such a wonderful job telling the life story of an Olympic athlete but seems completely incapable of telling the story of someone running for president. And it’s not just NBC – nearly every media outlet that’s allowed behind closed doors and given access to the candidates, is failing the rest of us who have to stay on this side of the rope line. Americans are better informed about those who represented the country on fields of play in Paris than they are about those seeking to represent them in Washington. Whether that’s by design or not I suppose I won’t try and say but we, the electorate, are certainly underserved by those we’ve empowered to aid us in the important work we’re called to do.

In America, the people and their president operate under an unwritten contract. For the people’s part, they readily acknowledge that the president can’t possibly consult them on the hundreds of decisions he must make every day. There is simply no mechanism that would allow for a true democracy in a nation of millions. So, the people elect to the land’s highest office an autocrat who is pretty much free to do whatever he wants with his term. Of course, the people will boo and hiss; heartened by the safeguards of tricameral checks and balances and the regular chance to yank the chain at the ballot box.

And for the candidate’s part, he agrees to open his mind to the electorate during his candidacy; answering every question that’s asked and going on the record concerning every issue of the day. And the people won’t be satisfied with just a pamphlet drop; their heads being showered with bullet-pointed presentations of policy positions and platform stances. These are important, of course, but hardly provide the measure of a man. The people want to know what makes a candidate tick. They want the clock face to swing back on its hinges; offering a look at the guts and gears inside. The governed want to learn a leader’s life story. What tragedies and triumphs have formed his character? Who were his teachers and what books and studies formed his thinking? How did he fare when life punched him in the mouth? How did he respond to the honey-tongued seductions of the press, the machine politicians, and the super PACs? The answers to these questions help the people know if there’s any fight in the dog or spirit in the horse. After all, those hundreds of decisions that come his way every day – they won’t be made by computer algorithms but by a heart, mind, and gut.

For the most part, this contract has worked well for the country. Whether they had any affection for their presidents or not, Americans have historically seen the occupants of the Oval Office as real flesh and blood folk whose warts-and-all-lives were generally known by all. This created an inexplicable bond and connection. Because citizens weren’t governed by shadowy ciphers whisked out from behind the curtain every now and again but instead by individuals they understood to be more or less like themselves, they couldn’t help but develop a rooting attachment for them. And that’s a good thing.

Over the last few cycles, however, it seems as though this contract has been broken. Candidates seem to make their entrance onto the national stage by catapult now; flung at us out of nowhere. And the press, instead of working to fill the gaping holes in their biographies, create cults of personality instead.

An electorate that votes a complete stranger into office shares the same fate as a woman who agrees to marry a man based entirely on the information provided on his online dating service profile. Of course, it’s possible for such a relationship to work out for her but if it does, she’d only have dumb luck to thank. It would have been far wiser for her to do some old-fashioned digging; gotten to know his friends a little, watched him interact with his mother, observed him captain his ship through some choppy waters, and logged enough time with him to get an accurate baseline for understanding his character.

I find it interesting that in the qualifications the Apostle Paul lists for the position of elder, most require some level of intimate acquaintance. “If anyone aspires to the office of overseer,” Paul writes to Timothy, “he desires a noble task. Therefore an overseer must be above reproach, the husband of one wife, sober-minded, self-controlled, respectable, hospitable, able to teach, not a drunkard, not violent but gentle, not quarrelsome, not a lover of money. He must manage his own household well, with all dignity keeping his children submissive, for if someone doesn’t know how to manage his own household, how will he care for God’s church?” Reading back through that list of qualifications, it’s clear that one could never really qualify for church leadership who wasn’t known – truly known – by the people. At a surface level, you would know if someone had a side-wife, of course, and you could probably tell if someone was mastered by his money. But how could anyone really know if a man was hospitable based on his public speaking performance or learn if he was sober-minded by watching him smile and shake hands at the gate? To know if someone was respectable, self-controlled, or able to manage his household well you’d have to be given a glimpse behind the curtain.

Now, I certainly understand that precious few people in any land could ever be as intimately acquainted with their governor, king, or president as they could be with someone who might be their pastor. But as long as the people of this great land are given the sobering responsibility of choosing their ruler, they really ought to be afforded the chance to know more than the little they can learn by seeing them in airbrushed stage appearances or from the propaganda splashed about on 6” by 8” mailers.

Obviously, we would all love to have a wise president leading our country. But wisdom, which is different from knowledge or expertise, isn’t something that can be attained through study, hard work, or years of winning the street. Wisdom begins through a fear or reverence of God. The greater a person’s God-consciousness, the more likely he or she is to benefit from the accountability that comes from serving under His watchful eye. The more a person respects God, the more open he or she will be to the counsel of His word.

I hope we all vote in the presidential election this November and I’m well aware that we’ll all base our votes on different sets of values and priorities. I’m quite sure we wouldn’t be able as a church to cast a single ballot. And that’s a wonderful thing as long as we all vote our conscience. But before the campaigns ramp up this fall and perhaps while the cement is yet a little wet, I want to encourage all of us to try and do the work the press won’t do for us. As the designated driver for our drunk country, the church must do the best it can to elect the candidate who will best employ a biblical worldview in all the decisions made on our behalf. Dig a little deeper than Wikipedia’s summary biographies. Listen not just to the positions the candidates take but for any clues they might give as to the reason for their stands – the “why” always being more important than the “what”. Finally, pray and ask for discernment. Voting need not be a secular activity but should be an act of worship – not of the candidate of course – but of the Sovereign we must trust to rule over it all.

It’s going to be so good to gather together in the morning for fellowship, prayer, worship, and encouragement. Thank the Lord for the gift of His church! Come prepared to both give and receive of the good things God has given throughout the week. See you in the morning:) May the Lord, mighty God, bless and continue to keep us!

-Pastor Tate

July 31, 2020

“Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the holy places by the blood of Jesus, by the new and living way that he opened for us through the curtain, that is, through his flesh, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near with a true heart in full assurance of faith, with our hearts sprinkled clean from an evil conscience and our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who promised is faithful. And let us consider how to stir up one another to love and good works, not neglecting to meet together, as is the habit of some, but encouraging one another, and all the more as you see the Day drawing near.”
Hebrews 10:19-25

July 1, 2020

Every June, my mom would buy pool passes for all us kids. Now, I imagine this was cheaper than putting air conditioning in our home and likely kept my poor mother from being either incarcerated or admitted, depending on which way she would have snapped. So, every day the back seats of our Ford Gran Torino station wagon were folded down and we piled in, collecting a few other neighborhood kids on the short drive to the Greenbelt Public Pool. The car smelled of musty towels, suntan lotion, and brown-bagged lunches (banana, peanut butter and jelly on saltines, wheat thins, and milk with ice cubes in it). Most days we would be there from midmorning to the middle of the afternoon. We passed the hours doing some swimming of course, but we’d also play board games, blow lawn-mowing money at the snack bar, and sit in circles jabbering. But in my backpack, I would always pack a book or two. There was a shady spot against the wall of one of the shower rooms and I usually devoted a little time each day to reading. I accepted Jesus Christ into my heart in April of 1986 at a Billy Graham crusade in D.C. and so that summer, I took to taking my bible with me to the pool. I didn’t have a program for my reading, but I pretty much stuck to the narrative sections. I was fascinated by the palace intrigue and bloodshed of Kings and Chronicles, the epic sweep and ups and downs of the lives of the patriarchs, and the barnstorming Paul did for the gospel as he marched across Europe and the Near East. One day as I sat against that cool cinderblock wall, my knees drawn up as a desk to hold my Good News Bible, I happened upon the story of Peter’s walk on the water. That Jesus made a walkway of lake water was fascinating stuff, but to read that a normal, everyday guy like Peter got out there and did it too; that really captured my imagination. As I lifted my eyes from the page to ponder it all a bit, the shimmer and glint of the crystal blue, chlorinated pool water set my thinking to personal application. The Greenbelt Public Pool was going to be my Sea of Galilee! I stood up, put my things away, and walked over to the deep end. I stood on the edge, my toes gripping the concrete lip and offered a simple, earnest little prayer. Smiling ear to ear over the whole idea, I opened my eyes and took a very modest step of faith. I was sincere and I gave it a good shot. For a millisecond I imagined the water might hold my weight, but in a moment I was completely submerged. I wasn’t too disappointed. I didn’t much expect that I would be able to do it anyway; after all, there are no basilicas in Rome named after me. Even so, the whole thing did leave me wondering about the reality of wonders in my newly minted faith.

That night at dinner, I decided to relate the story of my piety to my dad. “So, what do you think, Dad? Why didn’t it work for me the way it did for Peter?” My dad paused to put down his fork and shift his weight toward me. “I’m not entirely sure, son. I suppose that’s a question you and the Lord will ultimately have to settle. But, let me ask you,” a warm smile dawning on his face. “Did you have your swimming trunks on when you tried?” Hmm. I saw what he meant. Come to think of it, I think I had my goggles on too! But, he wasn’t done. “One more question,” dad began – this time a little more seriously. “Was Jesus out on the water welcoming you?”

I learned a lot about the exercise of faith from my experience that day and from the exchange I had with my dad. Leaps of faith will always involve an authenticating risk that must be taken. And no risk should be taken, without God calling you to join Him in the unknown. As we strive to grow in our faith today, let’s work to attune our ear to the voice of God and let’s stop living as though we’re expecting to drown. -Pastor Tate

June 10, 2020

“Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience, bearing with one another and, if one has a complaint against another, forgiving each other; as the Lord has forgiven you, so you also must forgive.” Colossians 3:12-13

June 6, 2020

“Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered. Blessed is the man against whom the Lord counts no iniquity, and in whose spirit there is no deceit. For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. I acknowledged my sin to you, and I did not cover my iniquity; I said, “I will confess my transgressions to the Lord,” and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Therefore let everyone who is godly offer prayer to you at a time when you may be found; surely in the rush of great waters, they shall not reach him. You are a hiding place for me; you preserve me from trouble; you surround me with shouts of deliverance. I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my eye upon you. Be not like a horse or a mule, without understanding, which must be curbed with bit and bridle, or it will not stay near you. Many are the sorrows of the wicked, but steadfast love surrounds the one who trusts in the Lord. Be glad in the Lord, and rejoice, O righteous, and shout for joy, all you upright in heart!”
Psalm 32