Mt. Pisgah

Lutheran Church


9379 Hwy 127 North

Hickory, NC  28601

(Bethlehem Community)

Phone:  828-495-8251

Fax:  828-495-8252

Worship:  8:00 and 10:30

Sunday School:  9:15 am


Church email

mtpisgah@charter.net

Webmaster email

mtpisgahelca@gmail.com

 


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Events

 

 

Monday, January 22nd

Breakfast Club

Perry Group

9:00 am

 

 

Wednesday, Feburary 14th

Ash Wednesday Service

6:30 pm

Dinner=Breakfast

5:15 pm

 

 

Wednesday, February 28th

Dinner @ 5:15

Safe Harbor Ministry

6:30 pm

 


Sunday, March 4th

LRU A Capella Choir

@ Unity Lutheran Church

3:00 pm

 

 

Sunday, March 25th

Palm Sunday

Choir Easter Cantata

 

 

Thursday, March 29th

Maundy Thursday Service

5:45 pm Soup

 

 

Friday, March 30th

Good Friday

Service @ 6 pm

 

 

Sunday, April 1st

Easter

Sunrise Service 8:00 am

Breakfast 9:00 am

Easter Service 10:30 am

 

 

Sunday, April 8th

Ugandan Childrens Choir


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Preschool

Regular Classes

 T/TH for 3-yr olds

M/W/F for 4-yr olds

 

 Girl Scouts

5-6 year olds

Meeting Mondays

6 - 7:15 pm in

Old choir room

 

Boy Scout

Troop 275

Meeting Thursdays

6 - 8 pm

 

Food Pantry Hours

Mondays 3:00 - 5:00 pm

Fridays   1:00 - 3:00 pm

 

Food Pantry 

On-going Needs

Miscellaneous Vegetables

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Sunday
Jan212018

“Giving Up Talking So Much And Being Quiet –Since I have so much to learn”

 

I have tried to give up my need to share my opinion regardless of how right or well informed I may be.  This is in contrast to the many opinions we hear from so many, inspired by countless news pundits and talk radio folks, on all sides. They seem to have switched from reporting news to sharing their, often emotive, opinions.  I have tried to refrain, with God’s help.  It is NOT easy for preachers.

I have taken Swiss Theologian Karl Barth’s admonition, that, as a Christian I should be well informed.  As he wrote, “We should have a newspaper in in one  hand and a Bible in the other,” so I read a lot. Recently, two articles I have read confirmed my assertion of the humble reality, that the more we know, the less we know. So quiet, is often best.

Dr, Jonathan Feng, Professor of Physics, at U.C. Irvine, California, titled his article, “Wonder and the Gift of Not Knowing Things.”  He shared the reality, as a scientist, that the more we learn, the more, we realize, there is to know. He shared some humbling cosmological truths about the Universe.  For example, 5 % of the Universe consists of known particles.  The remaining 95% is made up of dark matter, at 27%, and the remaining 68% is dark energy. This means, as he shares, that 95% of the universe is a mystery we do NOT understand.  That statement is enough to quiet the most intellectual among us.

This article was quickly followed in my readings, by a contribution in Foreign Affairs magazine in which the title, “How America lost faith in expertise,” explains it all. The author, Dr. Tom Nichols, Professor of National Security Affairs at the US Naval War College, shares that, recently, listening to experts or even sharing in intellectual conversations or disccussions has denigrated  into “shouting matches.” In other words, we have lost the art of polite and eloquent conversation, in the tone of a past voice like a William Buckley. Instead, we seem to have a vociferous lack of tolerance and respect for anyone with different views than ourselves. 

So perhaps, as we defer to the true Expert of all, a humble quiet wins over the proud and loud.  I have never regretted something I have NOT said, especially in the throes of emotion. It is the kind of humble awe we hear from Psalm 8:4, “What is man that you are mindful of him.” All of our knowledge is nothing in comparison to the One who knows All. This is the only way to make and sense out of what seems to be the audacious claim of Moses, to be the most humble man on earth (Numbers 12:3). What else could he mean, but that the more he got to know the largesse of God’s, “I Am,” the smaller, “He was”  So, quiet is fitting, in light of my puny lack of what I know, in comparision to the Creator who knows all. 

Also, a  hushed silence comes over us, in the shared presence of His Holiness and our sin.  Martin Luther, who followed in a long history of writing catechetical study, was the first to put the 10 commandents first. He did this, realizing, that of first priority in our learning, is to be cognizant of our sin.  To Luther particularly, the first commandment, “You shall have no other god's before me,” was tantamount in ensuring that we focus on the only One that matters. God is the great Iconoclast, who, through our personal experiences and history itself, demostrates, time and time again, the vacuous emptiness of our idolatrous pursuits.  So we are left holding nothing... but Him. When the Word takes on flesh, there are truly no words...silence prevails. 

There is another fear I have, of too much “talk,” as Atheist, Bertrand Russell once claimed, ”The advent of intolerance that spread over the world with the advent of Christianity is one of its most curious features.”

The millennial generation has an unprecedented absence from the life of the Church. They make up a  huge portion of the ‘nones,' who claim no religious affiliation whatsoever.  For them, the church too often mirrors the insensitive and divisive world, rather than reflecting a Jesus, who ushered in the radical inbreaking of a new Kingdom and new order, that challenges the values of the secular culture. This generation has a deep understanding of, and has witnessed, world values which seem to leave one empty and void.  They realize how futile such pursuits are, and long for people generating light in their lives, rather than fire in their words.  So I am quiet.  Living more, talking less. 

Scripture also has a way of quieting my spirit. As a two edged sword, it tends to cut me down to size, rather than provide a proud bully pulpit to wave around. If I have eyes to see and ears to hear, it is a sword that slices and dices.  In an objective, undeniable way, it shows how someone as amazing as the Apostle Paul can write to his young understudy, Timothy, that the great Apostle was the best sinner he knew (1 Timothy 1:15 ).  I haven't shared that personal truth with my confirmands lately.

So quietly, I meditate on what that means, and I realize, that the Word speaks to our recent political climate as a two-edged sword. With two-edged dialetic, it reminds me what James writes, that what we say, really does matter. And, on the other edge, in Romans from Paul, I hear the admonition to pray for all leaders, which would include the likes of Nero, who, very well, was responsible for Paul's death, as well as an  Emperor  Hadrian, known as the wall builder.

So I am undone. Cut to my knees.  Probably where I need to be. I cannot get emotive about any thing except for  the only One worthy of such feelings.  In the scripture, I meet a Jesus, whose truthful encounter with a  Rich young ruler  in the middle of the day, or Pharisee Nicodemus at night, sends them off in silence...pondering.  They, like me, realize that they have been gently, but purposefully, kicked in the butt by a Lord who loves us too much not to redirect us back to Him.

I have a lot of learning to do. So I am listening. Perhaps it is only as the tax collector quietly on my knees, rather than the Pharisee proudly beating his chest, that I can truly learn from the only One worth knowing anyway.

I guess to be still, and know that He is God, is the only way I can hear the still, small voice of the only One worthy of my loyalty and my listening anyway. 

Shalom,

Pastor Mike

 

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Friday
Dec292017

Epiphany - January 2018

“To wonder as we wander” is at the heart of our Epiphany Journey.

We too, ponder in wonder with Mary, as to how such Good News of her giving birth to the Savior, can be both the greatest joy and the greatest heartbreak and sorrow known to Woman.

We too, journey in our wanderings with the Magi, as we know that life is now different. Nothing will be the same. We are wise as they were, to take heed, knowing that after seeing him we too must leave a different way.

This new kingdom ushered in by the Holy child of life: love and light, is even this day being hunted down by the old world of Kingly pride: darkness and death.

So flee as they, but do so quietly, so you too can ponder this Wonder and go slowly, so as not to miss a thing. For your journey is now a Holy Wonderful Wondering.

 

Tuesday
Dec122017

A Bittersweet Christmas to All

This morning I was struck with an unmistakable directness sometimes necessary to truly get a needed message across. My morning festive Christmas celebrating with Santa cap on and carol singing was abruptly interrupted by a phone call from a woman who had just become a widow, following her husband's suicide. The fact that I had to move my Santa cap tassel just to put the receiver to my ear, made the contrast between the sweetness and the bitterness of that moment all the more ruthlessly stark.

Perhaps it is because in this precious of seasons, where expectations run high for sweet blessings, that the painfully bitter times seem to loom so large in contrast. Ask any orthodox Jew, though, and they will let you know that THE meal is not complete without the Wilderness bitter herb and the Promised Land honey. One without the other betrays the truthful realities of what it means to be on this journey we call life...regardless of what season it might be.

Just in my morning prayer time today, I...

— Gave thanks to God for the sweetness of marriage and a dear wife, but lifted up in prayer a dear couple who just recently divorced.

— Blessed God for the special little church He has called me to serve, but my attention was diverted to offer prayer for those parishes which are struggling.

— Gave heartfelt gratitude for two sons, but was quickly overtaken by the prayer for a family whose son has been struggling for life since the tragic accident.

— Celebrated the sweet comfort of good health, when my mind swells with thoughts for so many, whose lives are preoccupied with the challenges of illness.

The sweet and the bitter... This time of year?

But what is Christmas REALLY all about?

“And this will be a sign unto you that you will find a babe wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.”

Not exactly the sweet experience of a Messiah we were expecting.

In fact, pretty easy not to find any sweetness in that at all.

Born in a feeding trough, under the indifferent gaze of animals, who probably outnumber the gathered human witnesses, not really sweet, but pretty stinky. And, just about as bitter of birth scene as one could imagine. So, what is the message... the Sign?

Don't try to dress it up too much. Don't get too sophisticated. One does not come in such intentionally banal, earthly simplicity just for us to dress it up and adorn it with heavenly pious niceties. It is, what it is. Nothing more. Nothing less. Nothing else needed, than Emmanuel…God With Us. There is no bitterness of life we can experience that He has not been through, or will not be through with us. Nothing we experience on this side of heaven that He will not be there with us. Is there any news greater than that? The One who is with us, Emmanuel wants us to know that the Heaven which awaits us, is nothing but Sweet... No bitter there. No wonder the early Christians were so fond of saying Maranatha, “Come Lord Jesus.” So may your Christmas be bittersweet—always filled with the faithful presence of Emmanuel, as we eagerly await his second Advent.

Amen

 

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Thursday
Nov022017

ALL SAINTS DAY

  With All Saints Sunday this Sunday and Reformation last Sunday, I recall that it is said that Martin Luther once said to his dog, “ Growl not little one, for in the resurrection you will have a golden tail”.

It does not surprise any of us with furry angels to entertain that notion that they too will be in the Church Triumphant.

I learned from my dog that it is good to remember; to never forget those who have touched our lives.

Remembering,

An old routine revisited
Nightly I turn on the porch light
And go outside..
a necessary routine before
a remembrance ritual now
reenacting a special time
taken for granted then

But now a hope that there might appear
in the shadows
a little white dog

Who always before
made his presence known
Back thru the door each night
Alone ...accompanied only
by a tear of loss and a smile
of memories

I never want to forget
So will this ritual soon end?
Maybe
Maybe not
Maybe it should
Never

For it is a blessed remembrance
Of one who
Without a word
Said so much
Reminding each day

That there is nothing
Absolutely ...nothing
that we have in this life
like each other

Relationships are
All that matter
I picture his golden tail
Wagging
Affirming that
well lived truth


Thursday
Jun152017

Daddy...

One of the greatest gifts that can ever be given to a Father is to be honored and loved by his children. The relationship between Jesus and the Father is one of tender closeness that cannot be mistaken. In Jesus‘ day, the Hebrew name for God, Yahweh, was never to be spoken or written. Jesus tells us not only to call God, Father, but even invites us to speak or write, His new title as “Daddy.” 

The Lord's Prayer should properly be started as “Our Daddy.” Try it. It might make you blush, but is guaranteed to make Him smile. I think a huge part of Jesus’ mission on earth, was to correct a wrong understanding of His Father. He wanted to show everyone, particularly the religious leaders, that His Daddy created laws not to be checked off, as much as to provide loving parameters for His children. Thus the Sabbath and all the laws, are not a hoop to jump through, as a gift to be opened. 

We see Jesus using the most vitriolic language, not against the tax collectors, prostitutes, and the “unclean” around Him, but rather those who so boldly misrepresented His Father. He must defend, with the greatest of emotion, to reveal not only the Father's true heart but also the heart of those who were presenting the Father as an ill tempered judge, who needed to be appeased and placated. 

As a Dad, I would be most appreciative of my boys defending my character, especially if it were misrepresented in a bad way. On the other hand, I would be devastated, if, at the end of the day, our relationship were nothing more than a routine to be dutifully observed. Or, if my sons wanted to “do lunch.” or go on vacation together, just out of some obligation, or even worse yet, fear. 

Jesus meant it when He said that He did not come to abolish, but fulfill the Law. He came to let us know that we have a Daddy who loves us, who hangs on our every word in prayer, and who would rather die than live without us. The difference between religion and relationship is absolutely huge, thus, Jesus’ reaction to His Father being so misrepresented had to be dealt with in such a dramatic and emotive way. (See Matthew 23). To know God as such a loving “Daddy” changes everything and may be the most important truth we will ever know.