The Gift of the Heart

The Gift of the Heart

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

One of the most beloved legends of Christmas is the story of “The Little Drummer Boy.” When the Christ child was born, according to the story, many beautiful gifts were brought to the manger, gifts of great beauty and splendor. But one small boy was very poor and had nothing to offer the Lord. This made him very sad. But then he thoughts, “I know what I can do, I can play my drum for him.” And so he did – “pa rum pum pum pum – pa rum pum pum pum.” He played with all the love in his heart. And as he played, so the legend tells us, the Christ Child smiled, showing that at Christmas, the gift of love is the best gift of all. 

You see, it was not so much what the drummer boy did as how and why he did it. The real key was not his drum playing. I’m sure there were better drummers around. It was his spirit, his attitude of love, his desire to celebrate, his willingness to give of himself – those were the things that made the Christ child smile. And they still do!

What can we give to the Christ Child in the Christmas season this year? What are the best gifts you and I can bring to the manger? What can we give him? 

In 1872, Christina Rossetti wrote a beautiful poem with these poignant words:

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd,
I would give Him a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man,
I would do my part,
But what I can I give Him:
I give my heart.

Let us pray: Loving God, who came into the world clothed in our garment of flesh and who willingly gave yourself to the cross, clothe us in your own Spirit, that persons will recognize you in us and receive your great gift of love. In the name of Jesus, your greatest gift. Amen. 

Those Who Sow with Tears….

Those Who Sow with Tears….

Several years ago, my friend Amy Camp, shared a story with me. Just before Christmas, an elderly couple from her church asked her to come by and bring communion to their home. The man had had a stroke and was unable to speak more than just a few words.

As Amy sat down and began to visit with this couple, the man began to cry. Just lightly at first, with tears rolling down his cheeks. Amy said in her very pastoral way, “It’s okay. It’s okay to cry. This is a safe place.” And then he began to weep. Once again, she said to him very gently, “It’s okay. You can cry.” And he did.

When he finally settled down, he communicated using gestures that he felt like he was a burden to his wife and that he was sorry. Then she began to cry and she said, “You are not a burden. I’m sorry for getting frustrated with you. I love you.” And then all three of them were crying.

They celebrated communion together, and after communion, the wife wanted to sing a hymn. She and Amy began to sing softly. As they did so, the man who could not speak, began to sing along with them – perfectly clear. He was singing freely and full of joy.

Amy’s story reminds me that our ability to share what’s on our hearts, to lament, or to cry, releases something in us. Tears clear the air and make room for joy to reenter. 

The psalmist put it like this: may those who sow with tears reap with shouts of joy (Psalm 126:5).

Let us pray: Loving and Gracious God, give us the courage to share what is deepest in our hearts. Receive our tears and cleanse us. Fill us this day with your Spirit and help us begin anew. In Jesus’ name. Amen.

Christ of the Andes

Christ of the Andes

Some time ago, I read a compelling story about a statue called “Christ of the Andes.” In 1988, the people of Argentina and Chile were on the brink of war. At the last moment, an Argentine bishop stepped in and appealed for peace between the two countries. In response, a Chilean bishop joined the cause, and the dispute was sent to King Edward VII. He in turn was able to settle the issue, and war was avoided.

In the wake of this potential conflict, the unused guns from both countries were melted down and the metal was used to build a colossal statue of Christ which now sits on a mountain range between Argentina and Chile.

In Isaiah we read the following prophecy:  
…they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
     and their spears into pruning hooks;
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
     neither shall they learn war anymore.

In this season of Advent, we look forward to the day when this prophecy will be fulfilled; to the day when the One who is born as a baby in a manger, will ultimately reign in the fullest sense as the Prince of Peace.

Let us pray: O God we long for the day when wars will cease and your peace will reign. Until that day, may we as your followers ever be your ambassadors for peace. We pray in Jesus’ name. 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. 

ASAP

ASAP

In one of his creative sermons, author and pastor Leonard Sweet gave a new twist to the acronym ASAP. Usually, we think of ASAP to stand for As Soon As Possible. But Rev. Sweet encourages us to Always Say A Prayer…

“There’s work to do, deadlines to meet, and you’ve got no time to spare, but as you hurry and scurry, ASAP: Always Say a Prayer. In the midst of family chaos, quality time is rare. Do your best; let God do the rest, ASAP: Always Say a Prayer. It may seem like your worries are more than you can bear. Slow down and take a breather, ASAP: Always Say a Prayer. God knows how stressful life is; God wants to ease our cares, And God will respond to your needs, ASAP: Always Say a Prayer.” 

President Dwight Eisenhower once put it this way, “Personal prayer, it seems to me, is one of the simplest necessities of life, as basic to the individual as sunshine, food and water, and at times, of course, more so… A thousand experiences have convinced me beyond any room of doubt that prayer multiplies the strength of the individual and brings within the scope of his capabilities almost any conceivable objective.”

Let us pray: Gracious God, amid the business and stress of everyday life, we need your grace. We need your presence and guidance. So we turn to you again and again. And we humbly ask you to meet us in these moments along the way. Amen. 

That I May Gain a Heart of Wisdom

That I May Gain a Heart of Wisdom

Today I would like to say a special word of thanks to those of you who have supported the Dial Hope Foundation with a financial donation. Your gifts make this ministry possible!

Years ago Erma Bombeck wrote about two very different times in her husband’s life: The first was back when their children were young. Her husband would stand and look out the back window, surveying the backyard. He would sigh as he lamented the muddy patches where the lawn should be. And he would wonder out loud, “Will the grass ever come back?” And then much later when the children were grown and gone, her husband would stand and stare out that same window, looking over the beautiful green lawn, immaculate from lack of use. And he would wonder out loud, “Will the children ever come back?”

It goes by fast. What a powerful reminder that we don’t have forever. Live moves on. Things change. But in the short time we are here, we do have the opportunity to build on a foundation of something good; something meaningful, worthwhile; something that has eternal significance. 

The Psalmist once prayed, “Teach me to number my days that I may gain a heart of wisdom.” (Psalm 90:12). I think this means at least in part, that when we remember that life is short, we are more apt to spend our time in ways that bring meaning and hope to ourselves and to others. And, we are more likely to value, appreciate and care for those dearest to us. May it be so. 

Let us pray: God of Hope, as we reflect on the changes in our lives, the people we love who have come and gone, and on those who are with us today, we give you thanks. Help us to cherish our time with them. In life and in death we belong to you. Grant us the courage to trust you so completely that we are free to live life to its fullest today. There is so much that we don’t know. But, we do know that you hold the future and that you hold us. Amen.

The Combined Weight

The Combined Weight

Some friends from my congregation once gave me a short but powerful parable written by the Lutheran pastor, Gene Thiemann. It was titled, “The Mouse and the Snowflake.” It goes like this: “A mouse once asked a dove to tell him the weight of a snowflake. ‘Nothing,’ was the answer. But then the mouse told the dove a story.”

“‘I sat on the branch of a fir, close to its trunk, when it began to snow, not heavily, not in a raging blizzard, but just like in a dream without any violence,’ he said. ‘Since I didn’t have anything better to do, I counted the snowflakes settling on the twigs and needles. The number reached exactly 3,741,952. When the next snowflake dropped onto the branch, weightless as you say, the branch broke off.’”

“The dove thought about the story for a while and then mused, ‘If something as light as a snowflake can break a branch with the combined weight of many, perhaps the combined weight of people working together can also make a difference.”

Sometimes we think that our small actions won’t matter. Sometimes we think that our small gift, our small action, or our few words won’t make a dent. But the parable is true. The money we give, the actions we take, and the words we say add up. 

Mother Teresa once said, “Not all of us can do great things, but we can do small things with great love.”

Let us pray: God of love, may we be generous as you are generous. Take what we have to offer, bless it, multiply it, add to the love and generosity of others, and use it as an instrument of your love for a world desperately in need; through Jesus Christ in whose name we pray. Amen.

Taking Our Part

Taking Our Part

Yesterday, I shared some personal reflections on being a church. Here are a few more.

I think about church, I think about a moment in my own life when I was deeply in need. Coming into a quiet sanctuary to pray early one Sunday morning. And one of the elders, Roger Tompkins, came in, sat down, and put his arm around me. He asked if he could pray for me…

When I think about church, I think about 100 children in our church building for Vacation Bible School this past summer. Many of these children will not step foot in a church building any other time of year. And I think about little seeds of faith… You are loved…

When I think about church, I think about people like Jim Pellot, who in his retirement volunteered extensively with Presbyterian Disaster Assistance. I think about Bob Gamble and his work with children in Ukraine.

I think about a workday we had with an African American Church in our community earlier this year. At a time when there is so much disunity and division, I think about quite a few of us armed with paintbrushes and hammers, scrapers, working together across not-insignificant cultural divides.

When I think about church, I think about the difficult people I’ve known over the years. I think about people with serious problems. And I think about the times when I’ve been difficult – and had serious problems. And yet still had a place at the table…

When I think about church, I think about sitting in Saint Giles Cathedral this past summer in Scotland. I was reminded that when John Knox became the pastor there in 1560 the church was already 400 years old. They are celebrating their 900th anniversary next year. I wondered whether my grandfather had worshiped there when he visited Scotland… or perhaps my great-grandfather… 

As the choir began to sing on that Pentecost Sunday, I could feel the tears well up in my eyes. I thought about generation after generation after generation worshiping… And I was reminded that I am simply taking my place in this long line, that I am a part of something much bigger than me, and that the church will live on long after I’m gone. And yet, in the time I’m here, in the time you are here, we do have a role to play… We all have something to offer.

Let us pray: Bind us together loving God, that we might be strengthened and healed to serve you and this world you so love. In Christ’s name. Amen. 

When I Think About Church

When I Think About Church

In his letter to the Ephesians, the Apostle Paul writes: So then you are no longer strangers and aliens, but you are citizens with the saints and also members of the household of God. In Christ, the whole structure is joined together and grows into a holy temple in the Lord;  in whom you also are built together spiritually into a dwelling place for God.

This is an interesting metaphor for the church. Paul says that in some mystical way – this community of gathered believers are being built together into a living, breathing temple – where God present and at work. In other places, Paul says that the church is like a body… we all are like the different parts of the body with different gifts. 1 Peter says we are like living stones, again, being built into a living temple. Jesus says we’re like a family.

All of this makes me wonder what comes to mind when you think about the church.

When I think about church, I remember a moment as a young adult, after being away from the church for years, being touched by the stories of a young missionary. He had been caring for people with AIDS in a shanty in Africa. And I thought: Who does that?

When I think about church I think about working side by side with a Mexican Family in Piedras Negras, Mexico. We were building homes through a ministry called Builders for Christ. Every afternoon, a group of people from a local Pentecostal church brought us food and bottled water and prayed over us.

When I think about church, I think about people in my church giving one of our elders members rides to the doctor’s office. I think about how time and again they have rallied around those in our congregation battling cancer. Prayers, meals, phone calls, listening ears…

I’ll never forget after Hurricane Irma, one Sunday morning, someone pressed a wad of cash into my hand and said, “Hey Joe, we have a mutual friend who doesn’t go to our church, but who I know is struggling financially. Her house was damaged by the storm and on top of that, she was having health issues. He said to me: Please give this to her – and don’t tell her who it’s from.” I uncrumpled the wad of cash – and it was $400. When I gave it to the woman in need, she cried…

I know some people think of it as an institution or a building or a pastor… But we know it’s way more than that. Paul says we’re a living breathing temple, with God’s Spirit binding us together, enriching us, enlivening us…sending us…

What do you think about, when you think about church?

Let us pray: Bind us together loving God, that we might be strengthened and healed to serve you and this world you so love. In Christ’s name. Amen. 

Seeds of Hope

Seeds of Hope

Many years ago now, we had two foster children come live with our family for several months. They were sisters, ages four and six, who came from a rough family situation. I’ll never forget we were driving down the road one morning and the four-year-old started singing this song that we had sung in church, “Open the eyes of my heart, Lord. Open the eyes of my heart. I want to see you. I want to see you.” I could see her big smile in the rearview mirror. In fact, I can still see that smile. And I found myself praying with her, God if anyone needs to see you… Please Lord, let her see you. Let her know you. 

Sometime later, these sisters ended up being able to go home to live with their mom. I don’t know their situation today, but I am thankful for the gift of that time with them. And I am thankful for my church family – which helped plant even a seed of faith. God knows they will need it – no matter what. 

In the dark moments in life, I pray that there would be a seed of faith in you too. That you would come to see that the hope and grace you need to survive are as near as your next breath.

Jesus said, “Ask and you will receive. Seek and you will find. Knock and the door will be opened to you.”

Let us pray:  Blessed are you O God of all creation, for you have given us the gift of this day – even the gift of life itself. Blessed are you O God of all creation, for you have given us the gift of your church – the beauty of your people – in all ages, races, backgrounds, stories. Blessed are you O God… Out of tremendous love, you call us – and we have felt that calling as a longing in our hearts or stirring in our souls. And so we respond to you now by sitting even just for a moment aware of your presence. Be near to us we pray. In Jesus’ name. Amen.