No Greater Joy

No Greater Joy

I have been surfing now for more than 30 years, and have never lost the thrill of catching a wave. Every time I paddle out, I feel a renewed sense of joy and peace. I also love the healthy lifestyle.  I love hanging out with friends on the beach. I love watching surfing and talking about surfing and traveling to find waves.

In recent years, I’ve noticed an inspiring new trend. Many surfers have started organizations designed to benefit people in need. Life Rolls On, Waves of Change, Surf Aide International, Surfers for Autism are just a few.

This really is no surprise to me. Surfers are natural seekers. We are always seeking that next great wave, adventure, travel location, perfect beach, etc. And, what many of us have come to realize is that as awesome as surfing is, there is no greater thrill, no greater joy than reaching out and giving back to others in need.

In this giving season, I do pray that you would find some way in your life to reach out to people in need. Give. Get involved if you can. Make a contribution.  And as you do, may you experience a joy unlike any other!

Let us pray: You have blessed us so richly, Loving God. Help us to find ways to give back and bless others. And as we do, may your joy overflow within us. Amen.

Pick Up the Pieces

Pick Up the Pieces

Today’s message was written by Rev. Dr. Roger Kunkel, founder of Dial Hope.

Because of the coming of Jesus Christ, Christmas is the good news that hope is real. Hope is always a faith possibility. In Hebrews 10:23 we read: “Let us hold fast to the confession of our hope without wavering, for he who has promised is faithful.”

One day, very close to Christmas, a child was coming down the hall at church. He had in his hand a little ceramic tray that he had made for his mother. As he ran down the hall, he tripped and fell. The tray broke into several pieces. The child was devastated. He began to cry loudly and uncontrollably. People tried to comfort him with all kinds of advice: “It was just a tray.” “You can make another one.” “You can give your mother something else.” The child was inconsolable. Finally, his mother arrived on the scene. She immediately realized what had happened. Bending down beside her son and his broken gift, she said, “Well, now, let’s pick up the pieces and take it all home. We’ll put it together and see what we can make of it.”

Isn’t that exactly what the Christmas message of hope is about? The world is broken into many fragments, as are our lives. God stoops down beside us. “Well, now,” God says, “Let me help you pick up the pieces. We’ll put it back together and see what we can make of it.”

On a night long ago, God walked down the stairs of heaven with a tiny child in his arms. That child is a source of hope in human life. Friend of Dial Hope, be a sign of hope in a fragmented world. God has blessed you to be a blessing to others.

Let us pray: Loving God, in this season of waiting and yearning, give us the grace to wait for your coming to the bottom of our toes, to the edges of our fingertips. Come and make all things new. Be born in us today and lead us to the light of your love. Help us, with your grace, to make this day a masterpiece. Through Jesus Christ, the Messiah. Amen.

Using God’s Gifts to the Fullest

Using God’s Gifts to the Fullest

Zig Ziglar tells about a successful jewel thief back in the Roaring Twenties by the name of Arthur Berry. Berry liked to hobnob with the rich and famous of Boston’s elite, and in fact, he wouldn’t steal from just anybody – only the very upper class. One night the police caught Berry and shot him three times. He fell through a glass window, but somehow he managed to live.

When he eventually got out of prison two decades later, Berry settled down in a quiet New England town. There he became a respected citizen, even leading a local veteran’s organization. When it finally leaked out to the press that this notorious jewel thief was living there, one young reporter asked him, “Mr.Berry, you stole from a lot of wealthy people in your life as a jewel thief. Let me ask you a question. From whom did you steal the most?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Arthur Berry replied, “The man from whom I stole the most was me! You see, I could have been a successful businessman, had I utilized my God-given talents and developed them legitimately…”

Arthur Berry was a thief who stole from himself. He did not use the God-given talents and opportunities at his disposal, and it haunted him forever.

This story reminds me that each of us has been given gifts and talents by God- to be used for the good of the world around us. And while I hope most of us would never be as extreme as Arthur Berry, when we make excuses or bury our talents, we too are simply stealing from ourselves.

Let us pray: Loving God, we thank you for gifting us – with abilities, talents, creativity, and intelligence. Help us to develop and use all of these gifts to our fullest potential. And, may we use them in a way that is pleasing to you. Amen.

Joy to the World

Joy to the World

I don’t know if you know the story of Isaac Watts. When he was born, his father was in prison for his stand against the Church of England. Isaac himself was a sickly child who continued to be a rather sickly adult. Apparently, his illness caused him to have an unsightly appearance. He was only 5 feet tall with almost transparent skin and a disproportionately oversized head. Some of his biographers believe this was the reason for Elizabeth Singer’s rejection of his marriage proposal.

Of course, all of this took its toll on his personal life. In fact, at age 28 he began to suffer from a psychiatric illness that stayed with him for the rest of his life.

Despite all of this, Isaac Watts had a deep faith and unbridled spirit. And, he was one of the most prolific hymn writers of all time. Among many others, he wrote: When I Survey the Wondrous Cross and O God Our Help in Ages Past. During the Christmas season, we often sing one of my favorites, Joy to the World. I leave you today with a few verses of this song as our closing prayer.

Let us pray:

Joy to the earth, the Savior reigns!
Let men their songs employ;
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.

No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make His blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

Joy to the world, the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King;
Let every heart prepare Him room,
And Heaven and nature sing,
And Heaven and nature sing… Amen.

Love Your Neighbor

Love Your Neighbor

There is a story about a wealthy oil baron who once commissioned Picasso to paint a portrait of his wife. When the work was completed, the baron was shocked to see the image that had been created. “Why that looks nothing like my wife! You should have painted her the way she really is!” Picasso took a deep breath and said, “I’m not sure what that would be.” Without hesitation, the oil baron pulled out his wallet and removed a photograph of his wife saying, “There, you see, this is a picture of how she really is!” Picasso, bending over, looked at it, and replied, “She is rather small and flat, isn’t she?”

The point is that we don’t all share the same perspective. Sometimes we get stuck in seeing the world in only one way and we forget that others don’t always see things the way we do. How we vote, how we worship, how we engage our community all depends upon our perspective on the world. Just because others don’t see things exactly as we do, doesn’t necessarily make them wrong.

Jesus reminded us that the second greatest commandment is to “love our neighbor as ourselves.” When he was asked who is a neighbor, Jesus told the story of the Good Samaritan. This is a story about two men who were about as different as could be.  It didn’t matter that they didn’t share the same worldview, the same theology, politics, or culture, they were still neighbors. They were still called to love one another, as are we.

Let us pray: God of Hope, sometimes it is hard to love people who are different from us. Sometimes their perspective on life rubs us the wrong way. But, we remember today that when we love our neighbors, our lives deepen and we show our love for you.  Grant us your grace, your mercy, and your peace. Help us share these gifts with the world. Amen.

Places of Hope

Places of Hope

There’s a wonderful story about a little boy who couldn’t wait for his new baby sister to come home from the hospital. He couldn’t wait to be near her and to talk to her. But his parents didn’t want him to be left alone with her; he was only four, so they would supervise his visits. He kept begging to be alone with her so one night his parents finally agreed.

The boy tiptoed into her room and next to his sister’s crib and said: “Tell me about God – I’m starting to forget.”

As adults, it is especially easy to forget. This is exactly why we need to be able to tell our own stories about God. We need to tell each other about answered prayers and about God’s presence through tough times. We need to recount how God has rescued us and carried us and loved us – so that when tough times come, we remember…  We must remember because these stories and memories that we all carry with us are the birthplaces of hope.

Let us pray: God of Grace, in the gift of your son Jesus, you have walked with us even through the valley of the shadow of death. You have loved us despite our short-comings. And your grace has met us and sustained us at our deepest point of need. May we never lose sight of your love; and may we never fail to share a word of hope with those in need. We pray in Christ’s name. Amen.

Our Hearts Are Restless…

Our Hearts Are Restless…

Not long ago, I was listening to a pastor of a mega-church talk about how when he was first starting his church, he thought to himself, if I can just get this church to 300 members, then, I’ll feel like I’ve made it. When the church reached three hundred, he thought to himself, “Well, when it gets to 1000, I’ll be good – I’ll be at peace.” The church reached 1000, and he thought – well, I’m not there yet. If it grows to 5,000, then I’m in the top tier.  But even 10,000 members, he was deeply unhappy. There was no peace. He went on to say, “There was no peace – because that’s not where peace is found. True peace is found in Christ alone. I knew this up here in my head- but not in here in my heart.”

This story just makes me aware that there are so many voices out there that say loudly: You are not enough. You are an imposter, or you are a burden. Go and prove you are worth something… Many voices tell us the love and healing and peace we are looking for are found out there somewhere.

And this is what leads every prodigal astray…I think about the people I know who have suffered greatly from addiction – trying hard to fill that void – to find that peace with alcohol or pain medication or overwork or money or…you name it…  or even more subtle things – like success.

However, what that pastor said is true. Long ago Saint Augustine put it this way, “Our hearts are restless until they rest in God.”

Let us pray: Gracious God, we remember the words you spoke over the waters of Jesus’ baptism, “You are my beloved child. With you, I am well pleased.” We remember that these words are intended for us as well. Help us to accept your love. As our hearts rest in you, may we experience your peace anew. We ask in Jesus’ name. Amen.

A Source of Strength and Hope

A Source of Strength and Hope

Pastor James Moore once told a story about a man who had suffered a severe stroke. This stroke affected his legs, one arm, and most of his speech. He was frustrated by his inability to communicate with others – especially his wife.

One day his pastor came by to see him. He found it difficult to communicate with the man – so he spent most of his time talking with his wife.

As the pastor was getting ready to leave he remembered reading that some stroke victims can sing, even though they can’t talk. The pastor began singing the hymn, “Silent Night.” It seemed like a miracle, but the man who suffered the stroke also began singing. There was no stuttering, no breakdown in forming words. He just sang: “Round yon virgin mother and child. Holy infant, so tender and mild.” As the man reached for his pastor’s hand to hold, his wife joined in the singing, “Sleep in heavenly peace, sleep in heavenly peace.” “We finished,” the pastor said. The man smiled, and “God was there.”

I am convinced that for many of us, some hymns and prayers are lodged deep in our souls. Even when we are not aware of them, they are there. May they ever be a source of strength and hope.

Let us pray: We thank you for your faithfulness to us, O God. And we thank you for songs and words that have touched us deeply over the years; for the way that you have shaped us through them. As we sing and as we pray this Christmas season, draw us closer to you; through Jesus Christ. Amen.

It’s a Hard Knock Life!

It’s a Hard Knock Life!

Today’s message was written by Rev. Dr. Roger Kunkel, founder of Dial Hope.

A schoolteacher once asked a group of children to write down on a card the one thing in the world they were most thankful for.

Most of the children wrote down the usual predictable things, but one boy in the class said that he was most thankful for his glasses. “Johnny,” she said, “l see that your glasses are the thing for which you are most thankful. Is there any special reason?” Johnny answered, “Yes, ma’am. My glasses keep the boys from hitting me and the girls from kissing me.” Now, Johnny had learned early that life can be tough – that we need all the help we can get.

One of the most delightful plays to hit Broadway years ago was the popular musical, “Annie”, which, of course, is based on the Little Orphan Annie comic strip. At the beginning of the play, the little orphan girls sing, “It’s a Hard-Knock Life!” We all can relate to that, can’t we? We all have felt the painful hard knocks of life.

The little orphan girl wanted so much to be loved and to be saved from her desperate situation, trapped in an orphanage. Even though there seems no way, she has hope, hope wrapped in the dream that someday her parents will come back to reclaim her. And finally, she is rescued by the love and strength of Daddy Warbucks.

In this troubled world, we all have something of Annie in us. We want some word of “good news”. Well, that is precisely where the Christian faith comes in – and that is what the Christian faith is all about. Remember how Jesus said it: “In the world you have tribulation, but be of good cheer, I have overcome the world.” (John 16:33) These three powerful phrases sum up the gospel. Claim it and believe it.

Let us pray: O Lord, our Shepherd, who leads us by still waters and into green pastures, we thank you for the times in our lives when life is strong and good. Teach us to remember, though, that you are with us at all times, even when the waters are not still and the pastures are not green and when the way is fraught with danger or difficulty. Your loving-kindness surpasses all our imagination, and your faithfulness is to all generations. Now let the joy of your presence break upon us like a gentle, cloudless sunrise with birds singing, that our spirits may soar to you in simple wonder. Through Christ our Redeemer. Amen.

Believe!

Believe!

There is a story about an American scientist who once visited the office of the great Nobel-prize- winning physicist, Niels Bohr, in Copenhagen. He was amazed to find that over Bohr’s desk was a horseshoe. It was securely nailed to the wall with the open end up (so it would catch the good luck and not let it spill out). The American said with a nervous laugh, “Surely you don’t believe the horseshoe will bring you good luck, do you, Professor Bohr?  After all, as a scientist — ” Bohr chuckled, “I believe no such thing, my good friend. Not at all. I am scarcely likely to believe in such foolish nonsense. However, I am told that a horseshoe will bring you good luck whether you believe in it or not.”

Even if you do not believe in the luck of the horseshoe, I hope there are things that you do believe deeply. I hope that there are values that serve as a compass for you, and add depth to your life.

Today, I pray that you know and trust God’s presence with you – not to bring you good luck, but to lead you again and again to the water of life.

Our prayer today was written by my friend, the late Rev. Dr. Roger Kunkel. Let us pray:  Loving God of awesome holiness, breathe deeply into us for we come breathless to you… our energy drained, our intentions splintered, our hopes unmet, our faith frayed. We seek words to carry to you the wonders that seize our hearts. We rejoice to be alive! We thank you for the healing of wounds, the gushing of laughter, the cleansing of tears, the easing of shame, the deepening of silence, the urging of stars. So we rejoice that the rhythm of our lives catches the cadences of your grace, and again we are raised by you, to a life with you; through Christ our Lord. Amen.