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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 Sunday, March 25th

Palm Sunday

Easter Egg Hunt  9:15 am

Choir Easter Cantata

First Communion

 both services


Thursday, March 29th

Maundy Thursday

6:30 pm Soup & Service

Celebration Hall


Friday, March 30th

Good Friday Service

 6:30 pm


 Sunday, April 1st


Sunrise Service 8:00 am

Breakfast 9:00 am

Easter Service 10:30 am


Saturday, April 14th

Bethlehem Farmers Market

at Mt. Pisgah

Every 2nd and 4th Saturday

8:00 am to 12:00 pm


Saturday, April 14th

Confirmation Banquet

6:00 pm

Sunday, April 15th

Confirmation Sunday

both services

Sunday, April 29th

Raffle for Fun Fundraiser


following 10:30 am service


Sunday, May 13th

Mother's Day Celebration

8:00 am & 10:30 am


Saturday, May 19th

Book Club

8:00 am to 11:00 am


Sunday, May 20th

Congregational Meeting

Preschool Sings

9:00 AM

Sunday, May 20th

God & Country Service

8:00 am & 10:30 am

Tuesday, May 22nd

Men's & Women's Bible

Study Banquet

6:00 pm


Friday - Sunday

May 25th - May 27th

3rd - 6th grade Retreat

Blowing Rock Conference Ctr.


Sunday, June 17th

Father's Day Celebration

8:00 am & 10:30 am


Sunday - Thursday Evening

June 24th–28th

Vacation Bible School

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Spring Devotion

As we celebrate the new life of Easter that our Risen Lord gives to us, I wanted to share with you a special life that influenced me greatly.  His name is Jack Gilbert and he has now claimed Christ's victory over sin and death in his place in heaven.  The following is a tribute from my friend Kelly Kullberg, whom we were blessed to have with us as a guest speaker at LRU several years ago.  This partly explains my deep gratitude for such mentors as Jack and my deep passion for youth ministry.

Blessings, Pastor Mike

Jack Gilbert ~ In memory (Kelly Monroe Kullberg reflection, April 12, 2012)

It was the 1970s.  We seemed an average bunch of teenagers from a normal Midwestern town, Columbus, Ohio.  We liked dances and slumber parties and TP’ing houses.  Some of us liked James Taylor and Dan Fogelberg.  Others disco, lava lamps, shag carpet and waterbeds.  Alas. 

And there was this OLD GUY -- in his 20s -- who hung around our high school. His name was Jack.  It seemed as though students liked going to Burger King and Tommy’s Pizza in his VW bug with a license plate that read, Yoda.

I was then a sophomore when an senior and the captain of our volleyball team, Kim Stone, asked if I would come to the passion play she was in. 

I asked, What’s a passion play? 

She said it was about Jesus and Easter. 

Though honored that she was talking to me, I said, Thanks but I’m really busy.

Kim responded:  It runs for 10 straight nights.  How busy are you?

I said:  Well, I’m 15 and I don’t drive.  I’m busy -- and immobile. 

She said:  It’s in the Lutheran church 200 yards from your house.  (pause) Would you like a ride?

I responded vaguely, No thank you.

I later learned that the mysterious Jack encouraged older students to care about younger ones.  As well as to do secret acts of kindness for near strangers.

Without telling Kim, I hid in the balcony of this sanctuary 4 of 10 nights.  Not only was I gripped by the story and person of Jesus, I also saw the love of the students in the play for God, and for one another.  For the first time in a long time, I felt joy

So I began coming to Luther League and saw Jack among those who made things happen.  Skits. Singing. Laughter. Volleyball. And this thing called Bible study that we all began to love. I remember how he looked at us, and paid attention. I didn’t know then that he would go through high school yearbooks to pray for students, and remember our names. 

My parents had divorced three years before this, caught in traps of relativism and the sexual revolution.  The questions of truth, and the soul, were important to all of us.  Jack and other League staff welcomed those questions with thoughtful answers, and, again, with joy.

Jack organized a bunch of us to go to Young Life camp, Saranac. 1975.  Many of us came back as new believers, and he introduced us to Scripture as well as books by John Stott, J.I. Packer, and C.S. Lewis. Fortunately we weren’t smart enough to say, we’re not smart enough! We’re just teenagers!

Leaders took us to Cedar Campus and to the Urbana Mission conference.  They imparted to us a sense of wonder and mission.  It helped that all this was punctuated by mud fights, hundred mile bike rides, retreats and bizarre games like Trapper and Hurtle-the-Turtle  –  a cynic would say “bonding rituals” that often involved the shedding of blood.  I still have a few road and carpet scars that make me smile. 

Jack moved to L.A. where he would mentor younger writers -- for three decades.  In about 1977 we sent Jack off with a large pool party at my house that that had begun to feel alive again, like a large extended family of our church.  We made a slide show to the song, A Place in the World for A Gambler.

Jack was not saying Goodbye.  Out of sight was not out of mind and heart, for him.  He encouraged many Ohioans for the next 37 years.  Not just with his famous Christmas letters that ended with Tiny Tim’s, God bless us, everyone, and contained his favorite films and wild adventure of the year (running with bulls in Pamplona, or his 50th birthday Casablanca party in Vegas with Batchlers, Nagys and many).  But also by his calls and Thanksgiving visits and prayers.  

Many of us left Ohio. In the late 80s, I went to Boston for grad school where it seemed scary but not unprecedented to hang signs up all around campus for Christian fellowships in the Yard and grad schools, and to later begin the Veritas Forum at Harvard to talk about the Truth (Veritas) of Jesus in relation to the hardest questions of the world. Within two decades Veritas Forums are in 120 universities involving hundreds of presenters, and about ½ million students throughout American and Europe. Why?  Because Jack Gilbert and a few of his crazy friends noticed a hurting teenager.   And made the wonders of God, and life, and purposeful friendship, seem normal.    

In the 90s, Jack joined some of our Harvard fellowship ski trips in New Mexico where he also loved to fish and see his family. He would listen to our woes and talk about the art of story until we realized he was helping us see our own lives as the story worth living into. That the Author could be trusted. That there really are orcs, and risks. That we have heroic notions because there is are actual battles for the Shire and the race of men.

I was just one of hundreds of kids from Ohio. Others did greater things:  married young and raised children to keep the good Story going into more generations of VBS and youth ministry, church and Tetelestai.  Longs. Nagys. Bruns.  Fullens.– 37 years now.

Looking out at you, people so loved by Jack, you became healers and missionaries.  The Manns, Whites, Camerons, Steph Woods, many.

Some became artists and musicians, Jim Zangmeister with Billy Graham, Nagys, Fullens, Delcamps, many. Business people, engineers, teachers and lawyers. Civic leaders like Joe. Every inch is God’s world.  Ministers like Mike Stone, Andy Jones, Delashmutts, Chilcoats, so many sharing good news that I shouldn’t begin to name you. 

Jack never married or bore a child, yet in Ohio and in Hollywood he showed us what romance is.  Chivalry.  Honor. He was a brother, and a father.  We sensed his covering love.  We are still growing into whatever he saw in us.  Average kids -- but, thankfully, not in Jack’s eyes. 

Jack chose story and humor and beauty to change the world. He chose kindness. Imagine the hundreds of writers he’s encouraged in L.A.  Hollywood industry papers wrote glowingly of this kind wise Christian man. 

One mutual friend, Bobette, teaches film at USC.  Today she said, at the first of several L.A. memorials for Jack, a former Warner Bros executive, explained that he was Jewish, and that as a little boy he'd seen the actor, William Warfield play "God" in the old movie, Green Pastures. Thereafter, his image of God was always William Warfield, with his great bass voice. But when this man worked with Jack - over years - he said that Jack became, for him, the very example of a true Christian.  And then this man wept. 

This same friend, Bobette, wrote to me on the day of Jack’s passing:

I awoke today deeply aware of God's grace moving in Jack.  It has taken this very quiet man -- so full of dignity and constancy -- to draw the Christian Hollywood community together in a way I've never witnessed in all my years here. 

How like Jack.  Drawing us together, and drawing us to the best Story, to the Gospel, in his dying -- as in his living.  A good Author would script it thus, even if – for the time being – the absurdity of death gets a part in the plot.  And so we grieve, but not as those without hope.  

The friend who invited me to the passion play, Kim, wrote this week from New York, "Now life will be a little less sweet, death a little less bitter." As we wait to see Jack again. 

For now we borrow from Jack the wisdom to live forwardly into the Story, giving glory to the Author in all things -- and sharing in Jack’s courage to play our parts, fully, now, in the time that is given us.  

God bless us, everyone. 




April Devotions

The message of Easter is the exclamation mark of love which God made for us on the cross.  Both Scriptures and Christian tradition are clear in reiterating that Jesus "shared with us" His victory over sin and death.  I believe the reason for such an emphasis, is in large part due to the fact that quite frankly He did not have to.

Our natural inclination towards revenge, retribution and justice must have died on the cross with Him.  We who put Him on the cross, should not take this act of generous forgiving love for us for granted, anymore than we should take His setting His face towards Jerusalem lightly.  

Both were premeditated acts of love against all human compulsion to do otherwise.  Can you imagine having all the power in the world at your fingertips and not using it before or during the ordeal of the cross!  Or can you imagine after death on a cross, then descending to the dead and then rising again to pleasantly share the peace with those who left you to in the dust to save their own skin.  Easter, like Good Friday, exemplifies a love this world has never known.  After being betrayed; denied; left in the Garden and left at the cross utterly abandoned by those closest to Him is it any wonder that the Risen Lord's triune question of Peter stung to the heart when Jesus justifiably asked, "Peter, do you love me?"  

At the end of this season of Lent that, I suppose, is our Lord's question to each of us.  If we truly have been touched by His amazing love we too responsively break out in sharing Bernard of Claineux's old but fresh word, "what language shall I borrow to thank Thee dearest friend; Lord let me never, never outlive my love to Thee"



God, who needs nothing, loves into existence wholly superfluous creatures in order that He may love and perfect them.  He creates the universe, already foreseeing....the buzzing cloud of flies about the cross, the flayed back pressed against the uneven stake, the nails driven through the mesial nerves, the repeated incipient suffocation as the body droops, the repeated torture of back and arms as it is time after time, for breath's sake, hitched up.  If I may dare the biological image, God is a "host" who deliberately creates His own parasites, causes us to be that we may exploit and "take advantage of" Him.  Herein is love.  This is the diagram of Love Himself, the inventor of all loves.

                                                                                                 ---from the Four Loves

For reflection----Matthew 27:27-50


Lenten Devotion-March

Oftentimes when we take our youth to a large youth gathering there will be an opportunity for an “altar call” experience.  It is usually followed by a rousing speaker, and a  prayer accompanied by background music and a fervent invitation to make a decision for Christ. Even though this is not typical Lutheran fare I do not get in a dither about it all, as it provides an excellent opportunity for discussion—which almost always ensues.

It is mainly a question of emphasis. The reality is, God made a decision for you and for me on a cross 2,000 years ago.  I have learned that as fickle as I am, that my faith, Thankfully is not in me and a decision I make as much as it is in Him and the decision He has made for me in Christ Jesus. That is after all, what makes it grace. I cannot begin to fathom the depth of His love and amazing Grace just in His sacrificial decision for me, let alone for deciding to give Himself for this entire messed up world of ours.

Once when my youngest, Joshua attended a camp, there were altar calls every evening.  He recalled with a chuckle that one young man went up every night, but by the bad behavior of the young man during the day it made sense that he should do so!  You see,  another concern with an altar call is not that it does too much but rather too little regarding the daily nature of faith.  This journey of faith is an ongoing process of emptying ourselves- of ourselves- so that He truly can be Lord ; in control of our lives.  I think Luther understood this daily need for relinquishing the reins so He might reign in us, when He recommended daily remembering our Baptisms as we have been claimed as His cross marked children.

The Apostle Paul in Romans 12:1 I believe touched on this in the same way as he tells us to “Present ourselves as living sacrifices to God.” The picture of a living breathing sacrifice getting on the altar of sacrifice is quite interesting.  The option to freely climb off this altar of sacrifice is quite real. The idea of daily submitting ourselves in response to the One who submitted all for us is a resounding theme during Lent and throughout scriptures.

Luther also used this example: “When Satan would knock on the door of my heart, I used to answer and every time I did He would defeat me. But now, when Satan knocks on the door of my heart , the Lord Jesus answers and says, “Martin Luther used to live here, but he moved out, I live here now and the devil flees”  
Emptiness is necessary in order to be filled, death is necessary for life—and abundant life can only come through the one who made and gave it.
C.S. Lewis put it this way....
A Living Sacrifice

Give up yourself, and you will find your real self.
Lose your life and you will save it.  Submit to death,
death of your ambitions and favourite wishes every
day and death of your whole body in the end: submit
with every fiber of your being, and you will find eternal
life.  Keep back nothing. Nothing that you have not given
way will be really yours.  Nothing in you that has not died
will ever be raised from the dead.  Look for yourself, and
you will find the long run only hatred, loneliness, despair,
rage, ruin, and decay.  But look for Christ and you will find Him,
and with Him everything else thrown in.
                       Lenten Blessings,
                                                 Pastor Mike


Lenten Devotion

Ash Wednesday February 22nd marks the beginning of the season of Lent. This is a time when 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 up as a way of acknowledging God giving Himself up for us in Christ.


I hope our time each Wednesday night in worship throughout this season will be one thing we give up in his honor and name. From a spiritual stand point 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;

they're extra baggage, too much weight.”

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,

know how to fly to shorten scary passages.


And I am learning to shut up and pedal

in the strangest 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.”


~Author unknown



Lenten Blessings to you all

As we surrender to the only One worthy to be in control..and steering our lives

God Bless,

Pastor Mike


October Devotions----"Tis the Season"

Isn't Fall a great time of year?  Thanksgiving is perfectly placed on the calendar between the beginning of Fall and the beginning of Advent/Christmas.  It is a time when we all can give thanks to God, even for the smallest of Blessings. 

At our church picnic I shared some special blessings we have at Mt. Pisgah: 


—We know how to laugh and we know that the “Joy of the Lord truly is our strength.” 


—We enjoy getting together whether for Worship, Bible Study and even the most menial of tasks.  We enjoy knowing the promise of our Lord's presence when 2 or 3 gathered.  I practically have to blow a whistle to bring us back together after the passing of the Peace on Sunday mornings.

Children &Youth

– What a joy to have 50 + children come forward for children's sermon—I can't wait until Fall Festival and our Christmas Program!

- Our young people are such a Blessing to lead us in worship and to help in so many ways. 


—With our church and Food Pantry—we touch many lives and would be missed if we were not here.  Close to 20% of our budget goes outside the doors of this place to help so many in need in our community and world.


—Every new member class has someone who comments “you sure like to eat!”  Well, we know that where 2 or 3 Lutherans are gathered there will always be a covered dish.:)

There are so many blessings we have at Mt. Pisgah; which I never want to take for granted. We serve a Great and Faithful God whose presence in Jesus is revealed to all.

Isaiah 43 is a scripture that lifts this up. I hope our youth will lead us in singing this on Youth Sunday October 23rd.  

Here are the words:

Fear not, for I have redeemed you; I have summoned you by name; you are mine.

When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and when you pass through the rivers,

they will not sweep over you.  When you walk through fire, you will not be burned;

the flames will not set you ablaze.  For I am the Lord, your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior;

Since you are precious and honored in my sight, and because I love you, I will give you life. 

Do not be afraid, for I am with you. 

How can you say anything but thanks to that?  

God Bless,

Pastor Mike