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 AM

(Nursery provided)

Sunday School:  9:15 AM

(For all ages)

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 Worship  8 & 10:30 AM

Nursery provided

Light breakfast 9:00 AM

The Story Program 9:15 AM

for all ages



 Prayer Group  7:00-7:30 AM

Bible Study  8:30-9:30 AM

 Dinner  5:30-6:20 PM

Bible Study  6:15-7:30 PM

Confirmation & KIC  6:20-7:30 PM

Adult Choir  7:00-8:00 PM 


 Church Council Retreat

Saturday, August 24

8:30 AM to 12:00 PM


God's Work Our Hands

Youth Car Wash

Saturday, August 24

3:00 - 6:00 PM

For Bethlehem Elementary School 


Blessing of the Backpacks

Sunday, August 25

8:00 & 10:30 AM services


Rally Sunday

Sunday, August 25

Breakfast & meeting 

9:15 to 10:15 AM


Church Workday

Saturday, September 21

8:00 - 11:00 AM


Youth Golf Fundraiser 

Saturday, September 28

lunch 11:00 start 12:00 

Old Still Golf Course


160th Anniversary


Sunday, October 6

One service at 10:00 AM

Bishop Tim Smith preaching

Pastor Kate Crecilius installed


NC Synod YouthQuake

Saturday, October 19

Mt. Pisgah hosting event

10:00 AM - 3:30 PM

3rd-5th graders  


Fall Festival

Saturday, October 26

12:00 to 3:00 PM

































All Saints Day

With All Saints Sunday and Reformation Sunday approaching, 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.


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 not
Maybe it should

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
Affirming that
well lived truth


A Life Touched by Trinity


The following story took place on a sunny, cool, Sunday afternoon in January of this year (2018). It may bring back some memories for some of you who have been at Trinity since the 1980s. For the others of you, hopefully you will find it interesting.

On this beautiful afternoon, Glenda (Garnell) and I decided to take a drive on Highway 50 towards Orlando.  As we approached East Orlando on Colonial Drive, we decided to stop at a couple of furniture stores to check out some chairs to replace my somewhat worn recliner. At one of the stores, as we entered we were met by a very nice saleslady who introduced herself as Ava. She had a very distinct Polish accent. After we explained what we were looking for, she proceeded to show us a wide assortment of recliners.  We had described several specific requirements that we were looking for, including a chair that would be comfortable for my long frame. After sitting in numerous chairs of various sizes, colors, fabrics, and reclining features, I had failed to find anything that suited my tastes or supported my legs comfortably. So, we decided to move on to explore other stores.

As we were leaving the store, Ava asked where we were from. We told her we lived in Titusville. Immediately, she looked somewhat surprised, and exclaimed, “That’s where we first lived when my family and I came to America!!”  She proceeded to explain that she and her family had escaped from Warsaw, Poland, before the communist Iron Curtain came down and were placed in a refugee center in Athens, Greece, for some period of time. Eventually, they were brought to America by a refugee agency in the late 1980’s and were sponsored by a church in Titusville.

We told her that we belonged to Trinity Lutheran Church and that we had helped settle several refugee families in the ‘70s, ‘80s, and ‘90s.

Ava excitedly said, with tears in her eyes, “YES! That’s it! It was Trinity!” And we further explained that Pastor Mike Stone was our pastor at that time. She said, “And I remember Pastor Mike!” 

Ava went on to explain many of the difficulties she experienced in getting settled in a strange land. Among the difficulties was that she had always lived in large cities. She found life in the (to her) small town of Titusville to be an overwhelming adjustment.  After spending some amount of time in Titusville, she and her family eventually moved to the Orlando area, where life took on a whole new adventure. Ava went on to graduate from the University of Central Florida and raised two daughters who are now married and have children.

It was obvious that Ava was overwhelmed to see someone, after so many years, who had helped give her and her family a totally new and fulfilling life in a new world.

Finally, after Ava’s big hugs, we headed back towards Titusville, thinking of the many other refugee lives that have been touched by Trinity over the many years. And even though we didn’t find the chair we were seeking, we found something much more rewarding!   

Submitted by Joel and Glenda Shealy



Celebrating a Faithful God in a Fickle World 

CS Lewis, who arguably was the greatest Classics scholar the world has ever known, was an avowed atheist for most of his life.

One day on a walk with his dear Christian friend, J.R.R. Tolkien, Lewis explained that he had a hard time believing in the uniqueness of Christianity, as so many mythologies had similar themes of dying and rising, love and sacrifice. Lewis said, “We know that these are not true.” Tolkien put his hand on Lewis’ shoulder and said, “Yes, but what if God decided to use mythic stories in order to share the greatest real story in real life of a God who enters our story.” It was that revelation that totally changed Lewis’ life and his ensuing faith and writings have influenced countless others since. I, for one, am a beneficiary of his new found faith.

I minored in the Classics at Miami University. Enjoy is not the word that comes to mind as I recall my study of the language of the philosophers in Ancient Classical Greek. My seminary study of Koine, fisherman Greek, proved to be much more satisfying. The mythological stories of the gods and goddesses were interesting, but my sociologist side mistakenly made me quickly write off any notion that these sophisticated Hellenistic and Latin civilizations really believed in these anthropomorphic fairy tales. Though these very creative stories helped to create some order in explaining life around them, they also did have a religious inclination towards believing in these anthropomorphic supernatural beings.

This has helped me understand that their relationship to these gods and goddesses was mostly based on the desire to have some bargaining potential against the rather wild and reckless world around them. Their offerings to the gods, as well as their devotion to them, were to attempt a favorable influence on their fate or what they called “Moira”. Their relationship to these gods in their religious obligations and duties was simply to appease, in order to hope for the most favorable outcome.

The Pax Romana assumed that the blessings of Roman culture would ensure peace for all cultures and benefit all. It also had a built–in notion that all must play in this religious placating of the gods or else the delicate apple cart would be upset, and ruin might come to all. Judaism and Christianity, in their complete resistance to paying obeisance to anything but the one true God, upset the Roman balance of power. 

It was perceived that the Christian’s resistance would bring potential doom to the Empire. Thus, even the deadly sacrificing of Christians by the Romans was an act to appease these capricious gods. To these pagans, it became an act of worship and an act to further keep the peace.

The threat of Christianity had both political and religious implications for Rome.

If you play all this out from a Christian perspective, you can see how God might simply be rearranging the furniture on that stage of life in order to give Christianity a grand entrance. Or, as Paul alluded in Galatians, that at the perfect time God sent His Son into the world. Besides the outward physical realities of one common language, relative peace and efficient levels of transportation as the world had never before seen, God was working on the spiritual side of preparing their hearts. He could simply play their same religious game but change both the actors and the rules. The notion of sacrifice, in order to keep the peace, could be changed from a sacrifice not of people and animals, to appease otherwise jealous and fickle gods, but rather a God who sacrifices Himself on behalf of His fickle creation. Such a notion would be so radical it could not be made up, and yet, so appealing it could not be ignored. This explains one of the reasons Christianity took off like wildfire among even the Roman elite population. In a culture so used to dying for one’s gods and country, the idea of a God who would die on our behalf was incredibly unsophisticated yet impossible to completely dismiss.

The idea of constantly offering, in order to appease the fickle and often selfish gods, was now replaced with a God who offers Himself totally and selflessly, in order to make a statement of His unchangeable, constant, steadfast compassion. The early disciples fascinated fixation with reminding everyone that God so loved this world that He Gave His Son not to condemn but to save the world, was a huge contrast to the mythological self–serving gods of the day. This new Word would never get old, as it reverberated a truth that was so radically unique and counter cultural. The unpredictable, whimsical mood of the gods, who might like you today and forget your name tomorrow, was now replaced by a God who had decided before time and forever to claim you for His own.


Regardless of our faithlessness, He was faithful, and regardless of our decision for or against Him, this God had decided for us on a cross signed in blood. The Greek words Jesus shouted from the cross—Tetelestai—was what was written across every Roman legal document meaning literally “paid–in–full.’ With all of this back drop, it is clear to see why the early church called this good news!

This was not a god who randomly acted upon the players on the stage of life but one who literally got on the stage and was instead acted upon in a undeniable sacrificial act of love. One could decide to be apathetic and uninvolved about this news this but it would now be impossible to label this God as detached and uninterested. Life would be and could never be the same again.

What a great God we have who has changed everything about life; how we see Him and ourselves. As Lewis said after his conversion, “I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not only because I see it but because by it I see everything else differently”



Keeping Track

It seems that the scriptures which are most pertinent and of most value to us are the ones that seem to both affirmingly pat us on the back and also kick us in the behind.

In the census—taking by David it is clear that he gets a real whooping for taking things into his own hands and then at the same time gets a gentle affirming reminder that he’s not in charge and never was, even of the numbers.

For me personally, as a Pastor, this passage is both haunting and refreshing. It haunts me with the truth that numbers can matter so much that they can take precedence over everything else. As a Pastor I can become like a spiritualized bean counter who can easily mistake large numbers of participants in pews and elsewhere and generous budgets as sole signs of God’s good favor, forgetting that the One we serve is always concerned for one of us at a time. Like the Shepherd who foolishly, from a numbers vantage point, leaves the 99 to go after the one stray. Even if that stray on once being found, may not even be in a mood to come home.

Picture a kicking bleating sheep on the shoulders of the Shepherd… But that is the risk and reach of the Shepherd who, as St Augustine put it, “if you were the only One on this sinful planet the Shepherd we know would have laid down His life just for you.”

So it is even in the stewardship realm that He reminds us that the Bread of Heaven, both manna and Jesus, who did not safely hoard but give themselves a way for the sake of the world

I am probably not even a passing student in this lesson of our Lord, and all the more reason why I am so refreshed He’s not into numbers. On those rare occasions when we get so caught up in the compassion of following our Shepherd that we do uncalculated generous acts of kindness, or as the scriptures put it “The right hand not knowing what the left is doing” or at the end we are counted among those who say, ‘Lord when did we do this for You?” Then it is we who who are doing Kingdom work and close to the very heart of our Good Shepherd.


He's here in Plain View

What were they thinking? As a recent seminary graduate who had just turned twenty-eight, I was asked to be the interim Pastor at my home congregation. It was a daunting task to serve the nearly 3,000 member church, along with the twelve older and more experienced staff. Nevertheless, this unique opportunity constantly reminded me that God does not call the equipped, but equips those whom He calls. Our Lord reminds us that we should, "have eyes to see and ears to hear," because it is easy, if we are not looking and listening, to miss what God is up to. With His help and a gracious staff and church family, it was an amazing learning experience.

Within the first nine weeks, along with other ministry responsibilities, I had eight funerals and was utterly exhausted. Late one night my sleep was interrupted by a phone call from the church, "Vicar Mike, we need you here right now!" The caller's voice sounded desperate and I became immediately aware of the hauntingly hushed voices in the background, especially since there were over one hundred teenagers gathered that evening. The distraught person revealed that Scott, the church's twenty-nine year old youth director, was in serious trouble. The youth group had just finished their recreation time and Scott, who had a heart condition, suffered a massive heart attack during the activities. 

Arriving at the church that night, the darkness of the parking lot was illuminated by the intermittent bright flashing red and white lights of the emergency vehicles. Painstakingly working my way through the church's crowded youth room, it became evident that the EMT's were working to revive Scott. His pregnant wife, Julia's, form silhouetted a doorway she leaned against, to support her in her weakened state of disbelief and shock. By the time I reached Scott, the paramedics were lifting his limp body onto the gurney to transport him to the hospital.There was nothing more to do, but to stay with the teenagers—waiting and praying. Fervent prayers were sent heavenward asking God to please take care of this young youth leader. We found ourselves praying with heartfelt pleas such as, "God, you know how Scott gave himself, despite health concerns, to do the youth work you called him to. Remember his faithfulness, his wife and their child on the way!"

Waiting for what seemed to be an eternity, we finally got the word. Scott had died shortly after arriving at the hospital, "Lord, you can't be serious! How can this happen?" Never had I spoken to God with such frankness and honesty. For the first time, David's Psalms before seemed irreverent and often sacrilegious, now seemed so appropriate. This is how you speak to your closest friend when you really need help. I wrestled with God much of the night over this senseless tragedy. If I could not make sense of this, what word would I have for those teenagers?

The next day something happened that will be forever etched in my memory. Early in the morning, I went back to church and walked into that same room, which just hours before, had been the scene of such disappointment and grief. This time I was angrily muttering under my breath, but loud enough for God to hear. "Lord, how could this happen? Someone who was following you, doing your will. If this is how you treat those whom you call—I am out of here! This whole ministry stuff is already too much, so if you can't even take care of your own—I quit!"

When I reached the back of the room, I fell to my knees and my eyes welled over with tears. The previous feelings of anger had dissipated into utter loneliness. Remaining on my knees I looked up at the wall right above where the paramedics had so frantically tried to resuscitate Scott.Then it happened. On the wall was a huge orange banner with the figure of Jesus, with arms outstretched and the words, "Peace be with you." It had always been there, but I was too blinded by pain and doubt to see what was right in front of me.  Sometimes we need numerous signs or reminders from God before we get it, but this was in plain view, and as I looked up the tears began to roll. Suddenly, it all made sense. Even in the midst of our struggles and fears, the  Risen Lord is always present, with outstretched arms saying, "Peace be with you."

It was so amazingly clear that His love is even bigger than death. He was and is always there, even in the worst chaos and loss. This is a gift that I continue to unpack, even thirty plus years into  ministry—that absolutely nothing can separate us from the love of God.

As the youth met to make preparations for Scott's service, they insisted that we call it a celebration of the Resurrection. After sharing my experience with them, they wanted the entire youth group to stand in front of the congregation and sing the song, "Have you seen Jesus my Lord, He's here in plain view." It was a healing reminder of how much we can and often miss in this life.

Who wouldn't want to have eyes to see, ears to hear and a heart to know that each moment is saturated with God's loving presence?

Pastor Mike