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

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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

 

 

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Wednesday
Mar012017

Ash Wednesday... 

Ash Wednesday marks the beginning of the season of Lent. In this season, we intentionally take time to reflect on the greatest love ever known through the greatest sacrifice ever given. God’s great love for us evidenced in the death of His only Son—for us. This is a time when we often speak of giving up something, as a way of acknowledging God giving Himself up for us in Christ. From a spiritual standpoint, what God invites and encourages us to give up, more than anything else is ourselves, to relinquish control of our lives so He truly can be Lord. 
 
The following devotion is one I have found quite meaningful: 
 
When I met Christ it seemed as though life were rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed that Christ was in the back helping me pedal.
 
I don’t know just when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since. When I had control, I knew the way, it was rather boring, but predictable... IT was the shortest distance between two points. 

But when He took the lead, He knew delightful long cuts, up mountains, and through rocky places at breakneck speeds; it was all I could do to hang on! Even though it looked like madness, He said, “Pedal!” 

I worried and was anxious and asked, “Where are you taking me?” He laughed and didn’t answer, and I started to learn to trust. 

I forgot my boring life and entered into the adventure. And when I’d say, “I’m scared, ” He’d lean back and touch my hand.
 
He took me to people with gifts that I needed, gifts of healing, acceptance, and joy. He said, “Give the gifts away. ” So I did, to the people we met, and I found that in giving, I received, and still our burden was light. I did not trust Him, at first, in control of my life. I thought He’d wreck it; but He knows bike secrets, knows how to make it bend to take sharp corners, knows how to jump to clear high rocks, knows how to fly to shorten scary passages. 

And I am learning to shut up and pedal in the strongest places, and I’m beginning to enjoy the view and the cool breeze on my face with my delightful constant companion, Jesus Christ. 

And when I’m sure I just can’t do anymore, He just smiles and says... ”Pedal.”
 
Welcome to a journey of surrender...
 
— Author Unknown

 

 

Wednesday
Mar012017

This “Glorious Season” of Lent 

John goes out of his way to let us know that Jesus was not a victim caught up in the strong will of Rome or the debauchery of the Jewish religious hierarchy. Jesus was, from his betrayal,denial, flogging and crucifixion, always in control. He was the Good Shepherd whose life was never taken, but was laid down of His own accord. The way of the cross is the Groom willfully and lovingly coming down the aisle to His Bride, the Church. As a seminary professor was fond of saying, “This was not a shotgun wedding!” 
 
In John’s Gospel, we miss some of the physical agony of this walk to the cross. There is no mention of the sweating of blood in Gethsemane and other gruesome physical details are left out. John, whose heart was particularly close to His Lord, wants us to know that as awful as the physical pain of those days was for our Lord, it was nothing in comparison to the spiritual pain of the separation of the Son from His Father. The Word which had been in perfect harmony and unity with the Father before time began, is now to be separated by our sin which He never knew. It is this pain of loss and separation from the Holy Father, as the Son takes on the sins of the world-ours-past, present and future-that deserves our real attention and gratitude. 
 
Then there is that recurring word of glory, which particularly surfaces in these latter chapters of our Lord’s passion; so what is glorious about this time? John, who, compared to the other Gospel writers, seems to have a monopoly on the understanding of love, wants us to know that behind every step to the Cross is a heartbeat of our Savior's love. When Jesus “sets His face” to Jerusalem it is you and me He is really focused on. It is perhaps those who have lost loved ones and have been at their bedside in those difficult hours that know His love best. The love and compassion given by them is not done begrudgingly or with hesitation. But rather, it is done in a love that has its own special glory that appears in those last tender moments. So it is with our Lord; it is not His obligation or duty to go to the cross, as much as His loving joy and glory. No one else could do it and He would not want anyone else to.
 
It is the Groom gloriously making His way down the aisle to literally rescue and save His Bride (us), The Church. John wants to make sure that in the blood and sweat of the cross we do not hear so much a heavy sigh with the thought that, “...some one has to do this for these sinners” as much as a smile and an unrelenting drive forward, as Hebrews 12:12 says, because of “...the joy that was set before Him.” Whenever and however we begin to realize that you and I are that very joy that was set before Him, is when the cross makes life changing sense.
 
His love for us would never let us go, and it is that great love that captures our hearts and will never let us let go of Him. It is that love that makes us say with the hymnist, Bernard Clairvaux:
 
“What language shall I borrow to thank thee dearest friend, for this Thy dying sorrow, 
Thy pity without end?
O make me thine Forever and should I fainting be, Lord, let me never, never, outlive my love for Thee.” 
It is on the cross where the Groom, Jesus, 
Lets His Bride, the Church, know that 
He would rather die than live without us." 


 

Tuesday
Jan312017

Leaning and Learning

Each day provides an opportunity to lean on and learn from God. Everyday God asks each of us, “How will you trust Me today?” Some days we have more opportunity than others to answer that question. Recently, I visited a parishioner who had adopted a stray dog. Like most dogs, he took a real liking to me. I love dogs and this little guy came over and laid his head and paws on my lap, tail wagging and licking my face. Then something unforgettable happened when we all began to laugh loudly; this little dog all of a sudden snapped. l mean literally, with a snarl and a growl, he bit my nose!
 
This dog’s action left me in total shock and also gave me an opportunity to learn some things I never really thought of before. As a stray dog no one knows what he experienced in his first 3 1/2 years of life. Perhaps he had been abused with similar associations of laughter and loud noises, which only seemed to ignite his out of control unpredictable response. 
 
He went from licking to biting within seconds. It was such a radical change of heart and actions. But, have we not seen that before in others and in ourselves? Some of us have been hurt, maybe even abused in the past and certain memories, thoughts or actions can trigger an almost uncontrollable reflexive response. 
 
It seems that a negative past history can elicit present unpredictable behavior. 
 
In truth, physical hurts can cause scars, but emotional hurts can take a lifetime to heal. This nose of mine will heal but it may be years before that little doggie gets over whatever precipitates such a wild response. 
 
All of us have some baggage which we need help unloading, some of us have heavy baggage which we drag around every day; others of us have hurtful baggage which seems to leak out at the most inappropriate times. All of these hurts, whether they are brought on by others or are self inflicted, may be hard to forget but must be forgivable. They will be always be with us but the question is whether they will have mastery over us or not. 
 
To stray means to wander from home. Like that stray dog, scripture tells us that we all have strayed. 
 
Isaiah 53:6   All we like sheep have gone astray; 
we have turned every one to his own way; 
and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. 
He was oppressed, and he was afflicted, yet he opened not his mouth: 
He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her
shearers is dumb, so he openeth not his mouth.
 
Perhaps the biggest part of us (strays) coming home, is realizing that we have a Wounded Healer. One who has taken on hurt and pain, even to death. All of which has been completely imposed on Him by others, namely us. So He too can understand the hurts imposed on us by others. He has also experienced the fickleness of us all. Like the crowds shouting Hosannas (licking) and then, within less there a week, feeling the vitriolic hatred of the crowds shouting, “Crucify Him!”(biting) 
 
He does all this without a word or act of retribution. The only One who can save us from our pain, self imposed or imposed upon us, is the One who, by his choice, takes on all pain and brokenness by us on a cross. We can give Him our pain.. .knowing that He can understand in order that we might truly be healed. He will let us know when we come Home to Him that His ever present scars in His hands; His feet and His side are not forgettable but are truly forgiven. 
 
There is something else, between the licking, wagging tails of Hosanna and the biting nails of the cross we realize how fickle we are. I cannot trust myself until the full revelation of Easter comes, on the other side, to see everything completely. Now it will be only as in a “mirror dimly," but only then “face to face." Such an honest look at myself and others keeps me from planting roots as if I have arrived. The fickleness of our hurts and joys; our emotions and actions, should be enough for us to know that we are still in process and as such cannot make any moment or movement an absolute truth that it does not deserve to be. 
 
Lately there has been so much biting among people who disagree. Is it possible that such differing opinions are not worth the emotive responses we often witness; especially if the seemingly absolute stances of today might quickly change tomorrow? 
 
There is a humble Holy hush that comes over us when we truly understand that the accolade Hosanna shouts of blessing today may soon be the accusing Good Friday‘s curses of tomorrow. The reality of Easter that came over the disciples and comes over us is the peaceful wonder and awe of knowing an unchanging God, who is in total control. 
 
I have decided to give up my right to be right to the only One who is Right. 
 
If Christ is amongst us, then it is 
necessary that we sometimes yield 
up our own opinion for the sake for peace. 
Who is so wise as to have perfect knowledge of all things? 
Therefore trust not too much to thine own opinion, 
but be ready also to hear the opinion of others. 
Thomas A Kempis 
 
And of course - His opinion is all that matters.
 
And of course - Psalm 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God.” 
 
If I am not “still” I may not hear what the still small voice of God has to say. He has said clearly that in the midst of all our broken fickleness He gives us the healing of His constant love. 
 
We can lean on and learn from One like this forever. Amen 
 
 

 

Monday
Jan092017

Faith

After my niece, Actress Emma Stone, has shared publicly about her anxiety issues, I thought this devotion might be helpful. We all have some degree of, as she says, "The green demon on our shoulders, whispering bad stuff in our ears." It's a blessing to have faith in our ever constant ever present, loving God.

 

Faith 

Is faith 
Best measured 
By those doubt free days
When all goes so well 
That to believe in a Sovereign 
Makes good and easy sense 
Or is it better seen in those 
Chaotic, senseless times when any sort of order or control seems 
Elusive and persistently nonexistent? 

Or is faith 
Best displayed 
By those 
Who contrary to the most adverse of circumstances, cling on 
For life 
To that One alone worth hoping in? 

For is it not the comfortably smug who alone can afford to disbelieve 
Or who have the luxury of finally surrendering to their persistent doubt?


Perhaps God is not as moved by those light exuberant times when we effortlessly bound out of bed to greet a new day. 
As those despairing mornings when shakily peering above the sheets  
With only scary, threatening possibilities. 
Yet in greater but hesitant faith 
we cautiously step out into the unknown. 

Hebrews 11:1 “Faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.” 




When Jesus says “to whom much is given much is expected” (Luke 12:48) What does He mean? 

Does our heredity and circumstance play a part in how “much” we have to offer? So perhaps God does grade “on the curve?” Thankfully our faith is a gift from God as referred in Luther’ small catechism, “I believe that I cannot by my own reason or strength believe in Jesus Christ or come to Him, but the Holy Spirit has called me ...” Besides and thankfully so, what we have faith in ultimately is not our own faithfulness but in His. And only One keeps covenant, but that is all together another subject called grace. 

CS. Lewis put it this way: 
“Some of us who seem quite nice people may, in fact, have made so little use of a good heredity and a good upbringing that we are really worse than those whom we regard as fiends. Can we be quite certain how we should have behaved if we had been saddled with the psychological outfit, and then with the bad upbringing, and then with the power, say, of Himmler? That is why Christians are told not to judge. We see only the results which a man's choices make out of his raw material. But God does not judge him on the raw material at all, but on what he has done with it. Most of the man’s psychological makeup is probably due to his body: when his body dies all that will fall off him, and the real central man, the thing that chose, that made the best or the worst out of this material, will stand naked. All sorts of nice things which we thought our own, but which were really due to a good digestion, will fall off some of us: all sorts of nasty things which were due to complexes or bad health will fall off other. We shall then, for the first time, see every one as they really are. There will be surprises.” Matthew 25: 31-46 

Is it possible that all of our difference in both life circumstances and heredity/biology are only a small part of the whole picture. If one really believed that, could we ever judge one another? Would such an approach even change how we treat and see each other and how we understand ourselves? Is it possible that God made us uniquely “different” and even “difficult” not finally to get our opinions about each other but rather, in the end, to see how we treat each other: namely as He has so graciously treated us? 

From John Newton—slave owner and later convert, who also wrote the hymn “Amazing Grace” 

“When I get to heaven, I shall see three wonders there. The first wonder will be to see any there whom I did not expect to see; the second wonder will be to miss many people who I did expect to see; the third and greatest of all will be to find myself there.” 


He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater, 
He sendeth more strength when the labors increase; 
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy, 
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace. 

When we have exhausted our store of endurance, 
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done, 
When we reach the end of our boarded resources,
Our Father’s full giving is only begun. 

Fear not that thy need shall exceed His provision, 
Our God ever yearns His resources to share; 
Lean hard on the arm everlasting, availing; 
The Father both thee and thy load will upbear. 

His love has no Iimits, His grace has no measure, 
His power no boundary known unto men; 
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus  
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

Tuesday
Jan032017

Epiphany - January 2017

 

“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.

Playlist - Julie Andrews “I Wonder as I Wander.”