Have a Healthy Season

As I sit staring at our Christmas tree (that came to fruition by no small amount of effort), I feel compelled to write something that rings with holiday overtones (pun intended). By way of confession: I always gain too much weight over the holidays. (I should probably go to the health club on Monday).

Thanksgiving is now behind us. A few of us are trying to work off the pounds we gained during that festive, extended weekend. Some of us began our workout by doing battle on Black Friday. God bless you folks who find the strength to forfeit sleep, endure the cold and engage ravenous crowds, all for the hope of securing a deeply discounted laptop at Best Buy or Wal-Mart (of which they only have one per store). In more recent years, some retailers have decided to honor the law of truth in advertising and include this in the fine print of the ad (that there is only one of these voraciously desired electronics per store). Nevertheless, this does not deter thousands of people from lining up for it. Ha! I’ll bet many of them gained weight over the holiday (They should probably go to the health club on Monday).

On the other hand, there are those who brave the elements, forfeit the sleep and fight the perpetual crowds, not because they think they will be that one in a million who lays hold on some deeply discounted and coveted prize that will fulfill their lives from here to eternity. They do it for the thrill. Others do it for the fun of being with friends and family. They find value in being out and about in the crowd; shopping, laughing and enjoying one another’s company. Admittedly, even I can see the value in that. Still, whenever I shop I tend to make a pit stop at the sweets shops along the way (I should probably go to the health club on Monday).

As I sit here gazing into twinkling lights, I feel just a tad bit excited about the days ahead. Like a child in anticipation of Christmas Day, I look forward the Christmas musicals, the holiday decorations, festive music and the scintillating aromas of the holiday season. And, as if I hadn’t already had more than my fill of turkey, dressing, eggnog and German chocolate cake, the atmosphere of this time of year causes me to yearn for more. By season’s end, my celebration will leave me exhausted from shopping and many pounds heavier (I should probably go to the health club on Monday).

I don’t know about you, but sometimes I am struck by my own carnality. It is so easy to think of all the sights and sounds of this holiday season and not think as much about the original reason behind the season. There is something more bright than tinsel and twinkling lights. There is something more fulfilling than turkey and dressing. There is something to be sought more passionately than that one deeply discounted item. There is the Savior; the Messiah; the Lord of Hosts, who came from the heavenly realms into a world of gluttons and shoppers so that He might save all who believe. He purchased, for us, salvation for our souls. However, the cost was not by way of a deep discount. The cost was by way of the shedding of his blood and the giving of his life. He also offers truth in advertising (and not in fine print). Prominently displayed in his ad are the words:

“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16

So, as we savor the holiday fare; as we enjoy Christmas musicals; as we shop till we drop and as we enjoy the company of friends and family, let us once again remind ourselves to set our sights on the Savior. Notwithstanding, we should also probably all make it a point to go to the health club on Monday…but we should make it our daily focus to go to the savior. Not only on Monday, but on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday…(you get the idea).

With a belly filled with food; a mind filled with the sights and sounds of the holiday season and a soul satisfied with Jesus, this is from the Heart and Mind of Victor.

Change Is Inevitable

Man! Does life get busy, or what?

Sometimes I find myself so busy with…stuff that I can’t seem to find any down-time. On the other hand, it sure beats being bored. It is interesting that there are some of you out there who probably have the opposite challenge; you are bored stiff and long for something to do. Maybe you should investigate your options. Find something to do. I have always felt that autumn is a great time to incorporate positive change. But for those of us who are already busy, we want change to stop for a minute. Just give us a moment to catch our breath. Nevertheless, over the years I have discovered that, whether you are ready for it or not, change is inevitable.

In autumn, seven years ago, these were the thoughts I wrote in my journal:

Sometimes I think about the things I do—the day to day tasks, the must do’s, the necessary, the the simple and the complex activities of life. When I take a really close look at them, many of them seem so very trivial. Especially when compared to the need for people to know you; know your mercy; your grace; your salvation.

I imagine that even in tropical climates there is something in the air that signals a changing of the seasons. Here, it is time for the changing of leaves, birds flying south, and days growing shorter. I imagine that for people like me, ordinary people, there are still other things that signal change in our lives. Such as our parents growing older, our children growing older, and we are growing older.

Lord, prepare me for the changes that must come in my life. Prepare me for the victories and defeats. Prepare me for the trials, as well as the triumphs. Throughout our journey together you have proven to me, time and time again, that you are a God of mercy, forgiveness and second chances. Now, use me to help others along their life’s journey. Help me to be content with where you have placed me, with what I am doing, and with how you are using me.

But, Lord, if it is time for another change…time for another season in my life, then, let me accept it, embrace it and trust you…all the way to the end. (Signed, your son, Victor)

My dear readers, I don’t know where you are in your life’s journey. You may be contemplating marriage, a veteran of marriage, or a married veteran. You may be seeking a career, changing careers, or retiring from a career. Perhaps you are beginning your spiritual journey as a new believer in Christ, cultivating your current walk with Christ or trying to figure out how you allowed yourself to slip away from a committed walk and into a casual stroll, with only occasional moments of faithfulness (Some changes are not so good).

My advice, reevaluate where you are. If you are off track, get back on track. Embrace positive change or, depending upon your present state, incorporate constructive change into your life. The kind that cultivates a committed walk and promotes spiritual growth. Because, one thing is for certain, no matter where you are in your life right now, it is a guarantee that you will not be there in the future. If only by reason of the seasons, change will come. Yes, change is inevitable.

This is why we need Jesus. Because in a world of change, we still desire (and need) stability, consistency, solidity, firmness, steadiness, reliability and strength. There is only one who can guarantee these for an eternity.

"Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever." (Hebrews 13:8)

From the ever changing Heart and Mind of Victor

Faithfulness in Service

During my time as a student at Moody Bible Institute, for a period of time, former president of the institute from 1971 to 1987, Dr. George Sweeting, as Chancellor, was keeping office hours there. He could sometimes be encountered walking through the hallways. Older married students, such as I, used to congregate in the Coffee Cove before, between and after classes. We would gather around a table, share a meal and debate our views on theological issues. More than a 100 times we debated the issues of Calvinism, Armenianism; eternal security, dispensationalism and anything else that allowed us to sharpen our theologically pointy heads. Just the thought of it brings back fond memories. Needless to say, each of us felt that we held the “right” view. The great thing about it is that our differences did not hinder our friendships.

Anyway, as I was saying, Sweeting would happen through the Coffee Cove every once in a while. What a grand old fellow. He was friendly and always seemed to have time to chat with a student. He once said to me that he was so glad to see more people of color having an opportunity to devote themselves to fulltime formal study in the scriptures, in preparation for ministry. He recognized that, due to economic inequities, the number of minority students was not large. Most worked during the day and took one or two classes during the night school. Frankly, that is exactly how I began my time at Moody.

Sweeting was often the speaker during our chapel time at Moody. I always loved to hear him speak. When he spoke of D.L. Moody it was as if he knew him personally and had just spoken to him last week. Dr. Sweeting is still at it and if you ever get the chance to hear him speak, take advantage of it. He is a grand and godly story teller. Recently, I was reading his thoughts on faithfulness in service. Here is an excerpt:
“Once, while Francis of Assisi was hoeing his garden, he was asked what he would do if he were suddenly told he would die that day at sunset. He answered, “I would finish hoeing my garden!” Hoeing his garden was a God-given assignment, and faithfulness in every task God gives is required of all who serve (1 Corinthians 4:2).”

Isn’t that thought provoking? The message is that faithfulness in service is expected of all Jesus-followers. How could Assisi serve even if he knew he were going to die that night. The answer must be because his confidence was in Christ. So should be ours. The apostle Paul once said, “So we are always confident, knowing that while we are at home in the body we are absent from the Lord. For we walk by faith, not by sight.” (2 Cor. 5:6-8).

Serving is more than a word. It is the epitome of what Christ came to do. He came to serve. Thank God that he did. Had he not, we, all of us, would be doomed and hopelessly lost.

So? What’s the point? The point is we too, all of us, are called to be faithful servants. The ramifications of this extend well beyond sitting in a church and listening to a Sunday morning sermon and then getting up and going home. The point is, you are called to serve. Perhaps your talent is to serve as a teacher, nursery worker, usher, singer or musician. Maybe you can volunteer in the homeless shelter and be a witnesses for the Shelter In The Time Of Storm (for you young folks, this is a title that older folks have given to Christ).

The point is, as you deal with the cares of this world; as you navigate the difficulties of life; as you experience the joys of living; as you debate issues in the coffee cove (or Starbucks) of your life; as you do life, don’t let it deter you from serving the Savior. Whatever you do, do it as one who walks by faith and not by sight. Do it well. Even if it’s no more than hoeing the garden, do it to the glory of God. Do it with the confidence of knowing that, if you were to die at sunset, you will be present with the Lord.

“…The Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life a ransom for many." Matthew 20:28.

Just some thoughts on serving from the heart and mind of Victor.

Choose Your Attitude

For the month of August we began a series at CBC entitled, “Wisdom, Mixed with Grace and Seasoned with Salt.” It is a study through Paul’s letter to the believers in the city of Colosse. After reading through the letter a few times, in preparation for the series, I was struck by verses 5 through 6 of chapter 4.

5 Walk in wisdom toward those who are outside, redeeming the time. 6 Let your speech always be with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer each one. (NKJV)

I believe these verses speak volumes concerning God’s expectations for our Christian conduct and character. They touch on the issue of how we are to carry ourselves before believers and non-believers alike. In my opinion, they also imply that we need to watch our attitude. You’ll have to follow the sermons on-line to see how all this is fleshed out.

The other thing that strikes me about the letter is I get the distinct impression that Paul is a great encourager. He must be because, as he writes, he is sitting in chains, a prisoner for preaching the gospel. In spite of this, he has chosen to have an attitude of prayer and thankfulness.

There is a book entitled, “Fish” (by Stephen Lundin, Harry Paul & John Christensen). It is a book about how to boost morale and improve results in the workplace. In it they write:

“By accepting that you choose your attitude you demonstrate a level of personal accountability and proactivity… (the result can be) energizing.”

Paul chose to have an attitude of thankfulness. What a good reminder to us that we also need to recognize the fact that we can choose our attitude. And, frankly, many of us need to take advantage of it. Many of us have bad attitudes about everything from our feelings towards our jobs to our feelings towards one another. We may not like to hear this but, as a Christ-followers, we are called to check our attitude in every situation.

Furthermore, we are called to exercise wisdom and to make good use of our time (which probably means, among other things, we should do a lot less complaining and a lot more praying). As believers we are called to walk a certain way; to talk a certain way and to be prepared to respond to those who ask, “What is it about you that makes your attitude concerning life so unusual?” We need to be ready to tell them that the answer is, “It’s because of our walk with Christ, the giver of life.”

All of this requires having the right attitude. We cannot control every situation or outcome in our lives. Nevertheless, in the midst of whatever challenges we might be facing; in the middle of undesired conclusions; in the center of uncertainty, we are called to have an attitude of prayer and thankfulness. And that’s exactly what Paul encourages believers to do in his letter.

Colossians 4:2 (NLT)
2 Devote yourselves to prayer with an alert mind and a thankful heart.

Just some thoughts from the thankful heart and prayerful mind of Victor.

Mirrors

If the truth be told, I was a very strange kid. Just ask my brothers and sisters…on second thought, don’t.

One example of my strangeness was I had a slight fear of looking into a mirror at night. I know it sounds silly but mirrors used to creep me out. I guess I had seen one too many horror films where a blood thirsty monster is standing behind a defenseless young lady, about to pounce upon her. When she looks into the mirror she sees it but when she turns around, she sees nothing. I guess my reasoning was if I don’t see it, it can’t hurt me. Ha! A little kid’s reasoning can be quite askew. On the other hand, so can an adult’s.

The longer I live, the more I realize that a significant number of adults have a fear of mirrors. It is so easy for them to determine what kind of person they are without looking into the mirror. They ascribe to themselves flattering characteristics. They esteem themselves to be the standard by which others should judged. They view themselves as admirable…to a fault. They don’t consciously say these things, but they carry themselves this way. They can’t see that there is a monster called “Pride” that has already pounced upon them.

I’m an alumnus of Moody Bible Institute so I receive their alumni magazine. In their latest issue (Sprg. 09, Vol. 59, No. 2), I ran across a brief statement that reminded me of my childhood fear of mirrors:
“We often take reflections in a mirror, glass, or water for granted. Sometimes even ignoring them all together. Others can’t pass by their reflection without stopping to admire themselves. But our reflections can often let us know that we have a smudge on our face or that our hair is mussed up. They are also used as tools to help us shave or apply makeup. We don’t look at our reflection and not react in some way to check, correct, or enhance our appearance. The word of God can give us spiritual reflections. Do we make the same kind of corrections or enhancements when we see a flaw or a way to make ourselves better, from Scripture? What’s in YOUR reflection?”

It’s tragic that people can’t see the “smudge on their faces.” It's because they fail to stop and take a look at themselves (not a parting glance but a long, honest, lingering look) into the mirror. Earlier this week, Cynthia and I sat and spoke with a man and his wife about Jesus. That man shared his past with us. He shared how he had people, money and power. He shared how he had been raised in the church but that he was now back-slidden. He had forgotten about God and, as a result, his life had spiraled down into the abyss of destruction and despair. Now he was sitting and looking at himself in the mirror and saying, “I’m tired of seeing myself in that reflection, I need to see Jesus.”

As Christ-followers, we are called to no longer behave as children with childhood reasoning. We are called to become mature believers who reflect Jesus. That’s what I want to see. I want to see Jesus when I look into the mirror. It is a life-long pursuit but I am committed to the quest. I pray that you are too.

“When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see in a mirror, dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall know just as I also am known.” 1 Corinthians 13:11-12 (NKJV)

From the Heart and Mind of Victor.

Fathers

Father’s Day rolls around every June. It is unfortunate that there is not as much fanfare for fathers on Father’s Day as there is for mothers on their annual day of recognition. Sure, I know that there are absentee fathers as well as (tragically) abusive fathers who have tanished the image of fatherhood. This breaks my heart. Nevertheless, fathers are important too. I could not imagine life without my father. Like so many others who have had goodly experiences with their fathers, over the years I have developed my own personal idea of what a true father is like .

A father is a person characterized by strength, wisdom, and hard work. My father was a blue collar man. He worked in a factory for over 30 years. He seemed to always own a pickup truck so pickup trucks reminds me of fathers. He knew how to work on cars so whenever I see a guy under the hood of a car it reminds me of dads. I almost never remember him without his prominent and ever expanding bald spot, which later played a major part in his decision to simply shave his head; so bald heads remind me of dads. He likes fishing and took us out for our fair share of it during our childhood; so fishing reminds me of dads.

My father seemed to always be in the habit of helping other people and that has rubbed off on me, to a fault. One time I gave away all our family room furniture to a needy family. My children came home from school and thought we had been robbed. I blame my father for that. He was just too nice of a guy…except when he had to discipline us.

There were times when our misbehavior made him so angry his eye-balls turned red and protruded about 3 inches from their sockets. That’s why, to this very day, bulging eye-balls reminds me of fathers. Nevertheless, by the time Sunday rolled around he was in a good enough mood to take us on a family drive that often ended at the Dairy Isle, a local ice cream shop; so small corner ice cream shops remind me of my father too.

You know, having a father who disciplines is not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, it is a godly thing. A father who loves his children should discipline them. And, according to the writer of Hebrews, God the Father is no exception:

Hebrews 12:7-9 (NIV) 7 Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as sons. For what son is not disciplined by his father? 8 If you are not disciplined (and everyone undergoes discipline), then you are illegitimate children and not true sons. 9 Moreover, we have all had human fathers who disciplined us and we respected them for it. How much more should we submit to the Father of our spirits and live!

Like everybody else on the face of the planet, my earthly father is not perfect. Furthermore, the images that remind me of my father could be far and away from the images that remind you of yours. Still, we can agree that the discipline and correction of a good father has made us better, stronger and wiser. In fact, the combination of an imperfect father and an imperfect mother make the perfect combination for raising godly children.

My final thoughts: we can find commonality in the fact that our fathers are ours, and in my mind that makes all the difference in the world. Even though we may not share the experience of having the same earthly father, for those of us who have committed our souls to the savior, we do share the privilege of having the same heavenly father. He is ours and, by the way, he IS perfect.

Words and thoughts. Sincerely, from the heart and mind of Victor.

Rainy Days and Mondays

I looked back at one of my journal entries today.

I’m in a melancholy mood. The words to an old song by a group, The Carpenters, keep floating through my head. The song, written by Paul Williams & Roger Nichols, is called “Rainy Days and Mondays.” The song has a refrain that goes, “Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.” Well, it’s not raining today so it must be the fact that it is a Monday that has affected my frame of mind.

As I said at the beginning, I was looking at a journal entry in which I wrote the following words, “Walls make you feel safe. Windows enable you to see through the walls, while remaining safe on the inside.” Throughout that journal entry I noted that walls pop up everywhere in our lives. There are walls that affect our careers, our ambitions, our relationships. Everything. The thing about walls is they allow us to remain safely tucked behind them, looking through the window, but never venturing out to face the challenges on the other side. This can be unhealthy.

In that journal entry I also noted that I was praying for God to move me from behind my wall of safety to a place where I could make a greater impact in my world for Christ. I actually wrote that I would be willing to pastor a church and lead a flock into uninhibited worship and dedicated service for the cause of Christ. Furthermore, I wrote that, at that time, I felt stifled in my service and smothered by my passivity. That was years ago (four, to be exact). What in the world did I pray that for? Now look at me! I’m a senior pastor.

Here are some words of wisdom for you: Watch what you pray for. You just might get it. Ha!

So, the words to this old song had been floating through my mind. The neat thing is, Ive found they provide a “spiritual vitamin” for a melancholy Monday:

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.

There! Did you catch it!? That last verse. It’s in these melancholy moments that “I always wind up here with you.” That would be “with Christ.” “Nice to know somebody loves me.” That would be God. “Run and find the one who loves me.” That would be Jesus. At least, this is the way I processed the words on a melancholy Monday.

So what’s the point? The first point is: dare to pray for God to move you beyond the walls that inhibit your life. If the walls are never torn down between you and your ambitions, you will never advance in your career. If the walls are never torn down between you and your relationships, you will never have good friends. If the walls are not torn down between you and your inhibitions, you will never step out in faith so that God can use you to make an impact within your spheres of influence.

The second point is, don’t waste rainy days and melancholy Mondays. Allow them to drive you to the savior. It is in these moments that we are apt to drop our guard and allow God to comfort us. It’s in these moments that we do some of our most passionate praying. It is in the quite reflection of these moments that our minds and hearts are receptive to the Lord’s leading. So let him tear down the walls and lead you along life's way. Amen? Amen.

Just some melancholy thoughts, on a rainless Monday, from the heart and mind of Victor

Mother

I cannot help but to think warm thoughts whenever I think of mothers. Adjectives such as loving, kind, patient, wise and discerning come to mind. Admittedly, it is sad and unfortunate that in our modern times we have anomalies to this image of motherhood. Our news is littered with horrendous stories of mothers who have behaved in manners that are godlessly disturbing. I realize that some of you reading this have not had the ideal mother and the thought of her conjures sad memories. I’m so sorry for that and welcome your email requests for prayer support in order to help you through it. However, let me also assure you, these anomalies are not the image that God intended for mothers.

I’m sure that others of you reading this have fond memories of your mothers. They certainly are unique creatures, aren’t they? mothers, I mean. They seem to posses this uncanny ability called intuition, which is based upon nothing tangible. Mothers can sometimes read your face and can tell when you are stretching the truth. Mothers can also have hunches and her hunch will oftentimes turn out to be right on target.

My thoughts of my mother are wonderful recollections. Thoughts of her laugh, images of her smile and the sound of her voice cause a flood of reminiscences to rush into my mind. I love my mother. If I had to sum her up in one word it would have to be the word “servant.” That woman served a husband and six children for many years. She's serve God even longer than that. She continues to advise me to this very day. I often tell the congregation how she preaches to me during our conversations. When I tell her, “Mom! I already know that. After all, I am a preacher. For goodness sake, I graduated from seminary!” It does not deter her. I simply have to wait until she finishes her 3 point sermon, say, “I love you.” And hand up the phone, while a smile plays at the corners of my mouth.

As I was saying, the years gone by are filled with memories of my mother’s service to others. Her service to others has been motivated by her service to our Lord. Even now, in her twilight years, she and my father open their home regularly to a bible study group. She doesn’t move as fast as she used to, nevertheless, the living and moving she does do is to the glory of God.

I attribute much of my desire to serve God’s people in ministry to the example of servanthood displayed by my mother. And it is, indeed, a privilege to serve. I didn’t say it was easy. I did not say that it was not sometimes frustrating, other times difficult and occasionally lonely. I said it was a privilege. When I walk into my office, I remind myself of this at least once a week. I call it "being grateful."

In case you didn’t know it, you too are called to be God’s servant. Servanthood is not just for godly mothers and seminary taught preachers. It is for every believer in the family of God. It is unfortunate that some of us get it wrong. Charles Finney once said concerning this sort:

“They all profess to be servants of God, and yet by observing the lives of many, it becomes manifest that instead of their being God's servants they are only trying to make God their servant. They are seeking to make God their friend, that they may make use of Him to serve their own turn.” Charles G. Finney

So, here is the bottom line. God has equipped each one of us so that we might be servants; not serving God in order to get, but serving Him because we have already been given. Christ gave himself for us. If there is any debt owed here, it is our owing him. Christ did not equip us with gifts to simply sit on them, but so that we might serve.

So, as you remember your mother (that is, God’s idea of a mother) remember the word servant. And when you remember the word servant, remember that you have not been saved to sit back and wait, you have been saved to serve in faith. Finally, once you remember that you have been saved to serve,…serve. And count it a privilege to do so.

Just some thoughts from the heart and mind of His servant, Victor.

"…`Well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.'”
Matt. 25:21

Tolerance

I must say that I am more than just a little bit disturbed by the headlines that top our news. Not just today’s news but the news, day after day.

Day after day the news just seems to get worse and worse. I’m not necessarily talking about the collapse of Wall Street and mortgage foreclosures. I’m talking about the ever disintegrating moral fabric that once carried more weight than the political correctness that now supersedes any and all moral convictions people used to have. In fact, I’m not sure that a significant portion of the politically correct even know what morality is anymore. It has been distorted by the voices insisting upon tolerance.

I used to like that word (tolerance). To me it used to mean patience, forbearance, and open-mindedness. Now, it has been twisted into something ugly. Now, tolerance means patience with all religious schools of thought except evangelical Christianity. Now, It means to show forbearance towards all except those who disagree with the popular opinions that are contrary to biblical moral values. It now means open-mindedness to all things except the concept of absolute truth (and the salvation offered through Jesus Christ).

In this year's Miss America pageant Miss California, Carrie Prejean, was asked how she defines marriage. She responded, marriage is a union between a woman and man. She is now being crucified by the gay community and advocates of tolerance (under the new definition of the word). Nevertheless, when asked if she had it to do over again, would she have answered differently. Her reply was, "No. There are some convictions that I cannot compromise." Isn't it amazing that everyone is entitled to an opinion except those who's convictions are shaped by the Word of God?

In 1997, the same month and year I began serving here in Northern Virginia, singer/songwriter Rich Mullins died in a horrible car crash in Chicago. Sometime before he died, he penned the following words:
If I stand, let me stand on the promise that you will bring me through.

If I can, let me fall on the grace that first brought me to you.

If I sing, let me sing for the joy that has borne in me these songs.

If I weep, let it be as a man who is longing for his home.”

The world seems to have gone crazy. Each passing day, it gets more and more difficult to stand strong. The depressing news causes us to weep. The onslaught of immorality causes us to long for our heavenly home. Nevertheless, while we await Christ's return, we must stand, sing and weep while continuing to hold up His standard...in spite of popular opinion.

So, stand strong. And, by the way, if you do happen to take a tumble, thank God that His grace is there to catch you. Not so that you will stay down and wallow in mediocrity. And not so that you can stay down and soak in compromise. But so that you will get back up and stand.

"Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand." Ephesians 6:13 (NIV)

From the heart and mind of Victor, to those who still believe, are still intolerant of sin and who are determined to stand strong.

Happy Ressurection Day!

It almost goes without saying that Resurrection Sunday is the most important day on the Christian calendar.

We celebrate the fact that our savior, Jesus, the son of the living God, rose up in victory and power. The Apostle Paul goes into significant detail in explaining the just how this impacts the believer:
1 Corinthians 15:14-20 (NLT) 14 And if Christ has not been raised, then all our preaching is useless, and your faith is useless. 15 And we apostles would all be lying about God—for we have said that God raised Christ from the grave. But that can’t be true if there is no resurrection of the dead. 16 And if there is no resurrection of the dead, then Christ has not been raised. 17 And if Christ has not been raised, then your faith is useless and you are still guilty of your sins. 18 In that case, all who have died believing in Christ are lost! 19 And if our hope in Christ is only for this life, we are more to be pitied than anyone in the world. 20 But in fact, Christ has been raised from the dead...

May you not forget to stop and take a moment to consider the significance of this day. And when you do…when you reflect on its implication, you will be blessed.

Happy Resurrection Day!

Cover Your Face

When you think about it, prayer is pretty amazing.

To get some idea as to just how amazing it is, read something like Isaiah 40:

" Who else has held the oceans in his hand? Who has measured off the heavens with his fingers? Who else knows the weight of the earth or has weighed the mountains and hills on a scale? Who is able to advise the Spirit of the Lord? Who knows enough to give him advice or teach him?" (Isaiah 40:12-13 NLT)

After reading it, think about this: He is God, of whom all creation declares his glory. Yet He is so compassionate, so loving and so kind that he hears even the smallest prayer uttered in faith by a little child.

Sometimes when I walk into my office in the morning, I am overwhelmed by the need to spend some time in prayer. Yesterday was just such a morning. The urge hit me to pray. And so I did. Later, when I journaled, the words of my prayer crept into that journal. I decided to give you a rare peek into my journal and share it with you in this blog:

"Lord, I prayed covering my face from you this morning.
I prayed covering my face because your holiness is too great for me.
I prayed covering my face because my eyes cannot withstand your brightness.
I prayed covering my face because I needed to ask you for strength.
I prayed covering my face because I needed to ask you for wisdom.
I prayed covering my face because I needed to ask you for courage.
I prayed covering my face because your mercy is too brilliant for me.
I prayed covering my face because your grace is too overwhelming for me.
I prayed covering my face because I feel so unworthy in your presence.
I prayed covering my face because your presence is too magnificent for me to behold.

I prayed covering my face.

And now,...when I remove my hands from my face, let me be a little closer, a little wiser, a little stronger and a little bit more like you."

This was the prayer, on that Tuesday morning, from the heart and mind of Victor.

"But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To Him be the glory both now and forever. Amen." (2 Peter 3:18 NKJV)

Servant/Leader/Steward

I've noticed that successful churches seemed to be blessed to have a lot of dedicated servants and leaders. It does not have as much to do with the size of the church. It has everything to do with the attitude of those who serve and lead.

So here is a thought for those who serve and lead.

Have you ever considered the fact that Christ has graciously given gifts to men and women for the purpose of leading and serving. At least, that's what I conclude when mix Matthew 25 with Ephesians 4.

In Matthew 25 We find Jesus speaking to his disciples in parables. He tells the story of how a rich master gives talents (a denomination of money) to each of 3 servants. Upon his return he asks them one by one to report what they did with the talents he had given them. Two of the servants had done wisely with what had been entrusted to them, to which the master replies, "Well done, good and faithful servant; you were faithful over a few things, I will make you ruler over many things. Enter into the joy of your lord.' (Matt. 25:21)

These servants to whom Jesus referred may be more aptly called stewards. Did you know that, as believers, we too might categorize ourselves as “stewards?” Now, a steward is described as a person who has been entrusted with the management of estates or affairs not his own. Take a closer look at this passage and you will notice that Paul more than implies the idea of stewardship.

Now, add to this the thought that God has graciously given gifts to his stewards: "But to each one of us grace was given according to the measure of Christ's gift" (Ephesians 4:7).

Ephesians chapter 4 is a great passage that expounds on this idea of being equipped to serve. A read through leads me to draw at least four conclusions: (1) Christ has given gifts according to his grace; (2) Christ has graciously given gifts for the purpose of leadership; (3) Christ has given gifts for the purpose of encouraging believers to service and, finally, (4) Christ has given gifts for the purpose of bringing the church into spiritual maturity. The bottom line is, Christ has sacrificed much in order to equip us to be responsible stewards and effective leaders/servants in the body of Christ.

With this in mind, we might say that, God, who is the giver of what is good and perfect, has given to men the means by which they can attend to his affairs. He has given us the “talents” to be used to manage His estate. And what are God’s “affairs?” What is His “estate?” I would like to suggest to you that at the top of the list is His church. God has “entrusted” those in leadership with the responsibility of caring for His church. Not the building…but the body.” God has declared us to be His servants, His stewards, so that we might serve in the body.

All too often we regard stewardship simply as a matter of our giving to God, but this aspect is secondary. Before we can give, we must possess, and before we possess we must receive. Therefore, stewardship is, in the first place, receiving God's good and bounteous gifts. Once received, these gifts are not to be used solely for our own good. They must also be used for the benefit of others and, ultimately, for the glory of God, the Giver.

“The steward needs an open hand to receive from God and then an active hand to give to God and to others.” (Murray J. Harris, Christianity Today, Vol. 32, no. 4.)

To state this in another and, perhaps, overly simplified way, “God gives; We get; We give.”

So, take the attitude of a servant. Open your hand and your heart to receive what God wants to give to you. And then give back to God by serving others.

Just some thoughts from the heart and mind of Victor (servant/leader/steward) Stanley

It's Not About The Man

Have you ever seen such fanfare as we have seen surrounding the inauguration of president Obama? Wow! Frankly, it would be just plan negligent to ignore the fact that history is being made right before our very eyes.

That the very mention of the name Obama can spark a plethora of emotion filled opinions is indisputable. In fact, a blog that I wrote after the election (see, “A Word About The Election” at http://www.victorstanley.blogspot.com/) sparked such a truckload passionate feedback from so many on both sides of the political fence that it left me a bit dumbfounded.

Thanks so much for your feedback. I did not expect that people would comment on my post. I was glad to see that some of you young people gave some serious thought to the political process. The right to vote is a privilege that should not be taken lightly. It has the ability to elect men and women who will leave an indelible mark on the moral fabric of our country. Please consider that during each election and choose wisely.

And now, like it or not, a new president is being inaugurated. May those of us who are believers in Jesus become more diligent in our prayers because both our country and our president will need them. Nevertheless, and though it might cause some of my readers a slight bit of discomfort, I would be dishonest if I did not admit that I am indeed moved by the historicity of the inauguration of this president. It’s not about the man. It’s about the moment.

I do somewhat recognize that it is very difficult for some to understand why, in spite of their political convictions (conservative, liberal or independent), so many are moved by this historical moment. Some of this is probably due to the fact that not all persons have shared the same life experiences growing up in America. It certainly seems that, given some of this country’s history, it has caused others to arrive at this moment and recognize its’ historical precedence. These experiences have caused many proud Americas to look beyond politics and become filled with wonder to see a person, an African American person, achieve what president Obama has. It’s not about the man. It’s about the moment.

Should our faith be shaken by this historic moment in American politics? No. Are we sometimes frustrated by politics? Yes. Are we, at times, disgusted with it? Most definitely. Is my faith shaken by it? No. That’s because my faith and convictions have been formed and shaped by God's word, not by anything that politicians and presidents have said or done. However, and in spite of having to navigate the minefield of American politics, I do greatly appreciate the fact that, for whatever reason, God has blessed me to be born and to live in this wonderful country of ours. I am, unabashedly, a proud American. And, given this historic moment, what a great time to be a proud American. It’s not about the man. It’s about the moment.

Over the years there have been many who have cheered as a rocket landed on the moon, wept as Kennedys fell, mourned as towers collapsed, and marched with King. They were significant experiences that will never be forgotten. However, and in spite of everything that we have lost, man still seems to hold on to hope. I think that is partly what so many see in the inauguration of this president. It’s not about the man. It was about the moment.

I heard it said a few weeks after the election that some were under the opinion that president elect Obama was the Anti-Christ. I doubt that very seriously. Let me assure you, I am not naïve enough to not recognize that our adversary, the Devil, continues to launch a relentless attack against the religious and moral convictions of God’s people. Furthermore, I certainly don’t know what the future holds for our government, its leaders and the decisions that they will make and how it will affect our country. I can only trust in God’s ability to use and keep us in the midst of it.

So, cast your worries and cares upon Jesus and don't miss this historical moment. Celebrate it. Besides, the way I look at it is, if Obama is the Anti-Christ, then, we would do well to head Romans 13:11: “Now it is high time to awake out of sleep: for now is our salvation nearer than when we believed.” In other words, the rapture (that moment when we believers will be caught up to be with our Lord) must be right around the corner. What a moment that will be. So, excuse me while I assume an attitude of praise. I want to be worshiping while I’m going up.

It is about the man (Jesus) and the moment.

Just some historical thoughts from the heart and mind of Victor.

Don't Be A Chicken

Christmas. I've always felt that, if there is anyone who should celebrate Christmas, it should be believers in Jesus. After all, we are among those who know the "reason for the season" (as we are fond of saying). Question. What is the reason for the season? I mean, I know what the reason is but, what does that really mean for us Jesus-followers? Hopefully it means that Christ is more to us than simply a seasonal sensation that comes around once a year. There is always such a build up to Christmas and then, before you know it, it's gone.

A week later we find ourselves ringing in the New Year. And so...here we are. The holidays are past and we are now into a new year. Hopefully, it causes you to look back to review where you've been, in order to consider where you are going.

So? Where have you been? Where are you going? Do you even know who you are? Really? I know that they are hard to keep but the new year is a great time to make a resolution to discover, more fully, who you are in Christ. The bible tells us that, in Christ, we are made new.2 Corinthians 5:17 "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come."

The problem is, we have inadvertently allowed ourselves to become so influenced, so conditioned by secular humanism that we have lost a true sense of the magnificence of Christmas; of who Christ truly is; of who we are in Him and what it really means to be made new. It reminds me of a story (and you know how I like to tell stories)

An American Indian tells about a brave who found an eagle's egg and put it into the nest of a prairie chicken. The eaglet hatched with the brood of chicks and grew up with them. All his life, the changeling eagle, thinking he was a prairie chicken, did what the prairie chickens did. He scratched in the dirt for seeds and insects to eat. He clucked and cackled. And he flew in a brief thrashing of wings and flurry of feathers no more than a few feet off the ground. After all, that's how prairie chickens were supposed to fly. Years passed. and the changeling eagle grew very old.

One day, he saw a magnificent bird far above him in the cloudless sky. Hanging with graceful majesty on the powerful wind currents, it soared with scarcely a beat of its strong golden wings.

"What a beautiful bird!" said the changeling eagle to his neighbor. "What is it?"

"That's an eagle-the chief of the birds," the neighbor clucked. "But don't give it a second thought. You could never be like him."

So the changeling eagle never gave it another thought. And it died thinking it was a prairie chicken.

So, what's the point? The point is, don't be a dumb cluck (couldn't resist saying that).

So the question is, are you a prairie chicken or are you and eagle. In Christ, you are an eagle. However, lack of faith, neglect of your spiritual man and failure to walk in the statutes and commandments prescribed in God's word may have caused you to live like a prairie chicken.

The point is, many of you do not even realize that you are an eagle. God knows your capabilities, possibilities, gifts and talents. You need to make a Resolution. Will you resolve to remain a Prairie Chicken? Or, will you resolve to have a fixed purpose; to be determined; constant; steady; bold and unflinching?

The sky is the limit. So, resolve to be that Great Golden Eagle, soaring high upon the powerful wind currents of God's Spirit. Resolve to be fully persuaded in your Heart, Mind and Body that Jesus Christ is Lord of your life. Then...live like it.

Now. Go ahead. Soar.

Just a few thoughts from the heart and mind of Victor.