Of all the books in my bookcases, one has a treasured place in my heart. I have mentioned this before. It is called Bible Biographies, edited by Robert Sears and published in 1848. It belonged to Rev. Abraham V. Leonardson, my grandmother’s grandfather on my mother’s side. He received it as a gift of appreciation in 1880. Abram Leonardson, as he called himself, was a Methodist circuit-riding pastor between the Civil War and World War 1. I have a couple of his Bibles, a small number of scrapbooks and this volume on the lives of the people of the Bible that is illustrated with scores of engravings. He and I have been ministering about 100 years apart. He was licensed to the Gospel ministry in 1867, and I was licensed in 1966.

My great-great grandfather served churches in Michigan, Indiana and Ohio. He would pastor as many as four churches at a time, preaching one Sunday a month at each, taking his wagon, later his buggy, to the next church. He was also a writer and turned many of his thoughts into newspaper articles, which he kept in his scrapbooks. Many of the scrapbooks were lost to time but in the few that I possess, his articles focused on holy living, temperance, and faithful prayer. His Bibles are filled with sermon notes and outlines, and even the occasional illustration. In many of his sermons he cried out against materialism. He suggested a better way was humility. He longed for people to find holiness in relationship with Christ.

To A.V. Leonardson, materialism was another word for greed. For our day materialism has been dressed up and passed off as consumerism that is necessary for a thriving economy. The appeal is to our pride, vanity, and pocketbook. Move out of the way Thanksgiving, you are being replaced—the world of Black Friday, Cyber Monday and consumer greed is heading straight for Christmas. Same old sin, only with better marketing, and more costly than ever.

Keep healthy. Pray mightily. Enjoy your life today. Find humility this holiday. And let’s experience the love and power of God together.

Have you ever seen a barge gliding down the Verdigris and Arkansas River Channel? That barge and its cargo could be headed to any port in the world. Located fifteen miles east of downtown Tulsa, the Port of Catoosa is the most inland seaport in all the United States. The McClellan-Kerr Arkansas Navigation System, all 445 miles of it, allows cargo to travel to the Mississippi River and on to the Port of New Orleans. Cargo can also go north on the Mississippi to St Louis, Minneapolis, Chicago and even on to Pittsburg. A single barge can carry the equivalent load of 60 semi-trailer trucks, or 15 railroad cars. The power to drive the barges is provided by tow boats.

Dorothy and I once attended the christening of a brand-new tow boat at the Port of Catoosa. The boat was named in honor of former Tulsa Mayor James M. Hewgley, Jr. We were invited to this event because Dorothy’s office was next door to Mayor Hewgley’s in the Philtower Building downtown. It was at the christening that I learned there was a difference between a tugboat and a towboat.

To me, tug and tow seemed to be interchangeable terms. As a kid, I always heard about tugboats guiding big ships and tow trucks pulling stuff, never about towboats. To me, pulling a boat in the water with ropes and chains seems very similar to towing a boat behind a truck. But in the practical world of navigation, these boats have different designs and different roles.  A tugboat has a pointed bow, works in harbors and open water, and pulls and pushes large ships to safely in a harbor.  A towboat has a flat bow, works in rivers, and pushes and guides barges from the back. A barge that is pushed is easier to control and guide through winding rivers than if it were pulled or tugged. Both kinds of boats have the same purpose—safe passage. Sometimes some of us need a push; others may need a pull. That is one more reason God provides the Holy Spirit—to help navigate us through the week.

Keep healthy. Pray mightily. Enjoy your life today. Find safe passage. And let’s experience the love and power of God together.

There were a few times that, as a youngster, I remember our family taking road trips, some by car and at least one by train. Road trips are sometimes like pilgrimages to revered sites almost sacred in meaning. They all begin with a destination in mind and may, or may not, end well. Dad and Mom loaded the car with suitcases and three kids in the backseat in the days before seat belts. We set off from Miami to Jacksonville, staying with relatives there. We were late for my cousin’s wedding, but we arrived in time for the reception at the Yacht Club. We were underdressed for the party, and I was disappointed that we were not allowed to drink the orange juice punch.

We headed north to the Smokey Mountains and learned the story of my mother’s family trip to the Smokey’s when, as a little girl, she walked over to pet the baby bear. The bear ripped the front of her dress and she was fortunate to survive without scars. We made it to Washington, D.C. to stay with my Aunt Clyde, whoever she was. She took us to the zoo where we witnessed, in horror, a sleepy grizzly bear leap straight up to catch and eat a hapless pigeon that had landed in the tree above. Along the way back we ran out of relatives and stayed at one of those little cabin-like motor inns. The room had a vibrating bed, if you could come up with the quarters. The three kids in the backseat were somehow always in trouble. Then, before we knew it, we were home. 

God’s call to Abraham set him on a family road trip to a land of promise—he obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. (Hebrews 11:8) Like Abraham’s, our life-long road trip is filled with unexpected twists and surprises, bickering and beauty, tragedy and grace. While some may choose to make their pilgrimage on their own, Christ gives us the church, a community of believers to share the journey. 

Keep healthy. Pray mightily. Enjoy your life today. Don’t pet the bears. And let’s experience the love and power of God together.

I do not know when our church became a neighborhood voting precinct site. I know that the first presidential election in my time as pastor here was in 1976. Presidential elections draw large turnouts. We are preparing for the lines, providing more space for those with disabilities, and generally seeking to make the experience as comfortable as possible. Our neighbors are coming here to exercise the most far-reaching act of democracy the world has ever seen—casting their ballots freely, fairly, and privately. There have been additional statewide rules and procedures passed since last time, safeguarding the ballots from the time they are printed until handed to the voter. Additional protections follow the ballots from the ballot box at our church to the County Election Board. The entire voting process is staffed with trained citizens. Neighbors help neighbors, because voting matters.

From my perspective, this has been the most challenging election we have ever faced. I learned early in ministry not to publicly endorse any political candidate, not because my chosen candidate might lose, but because I have known many candidates to succumb to big money, criminality, and/or sexual corruption. I do not want to be found complicit by implication. I appreciate our people taking the political debates outside the ministries of our church. I have run for public office and have both won and lost. I am glad to talk personally and privately to anyone about my political views. I also have found most people really want to hear me say what they already believe, and not why I may look at things from a theological point of view.  What is most important for us as citizens is that we vote. The greater the number of people casting their vote provides a clearer understanding of where we go next as a nation or local community. It is very easy to become cynical, discouraged, and disengaged from the process. Because so many citizens do not vote, we may one day discover we no longer have constitutional rights or free and fair elections. Your voting matters. 

Keep healthy. Pray mightily. Enjoy your life today. Go vote. And let’s experience the love and power of God together.

I love the season of Fall. I’m still waiting for it to start around here. I believe we may have had the first autumn breeze of the season today. Summer has hung around for much too long. I’m ready for some good sweater weather and our family fall foliage tour through the cemetery. Looks like we may have to wait a while longer to see the full range of colors on the trees. During this time of the year I long to see God’s ever-changing palette. A shaft of sunlight will suddenly illuminate a tree, and it seems to call me to a place of reverence and gratitude. It inspires me with awe and wonder. But it also means more change.

Dealing with change is work. It is time to get the furnace checked and the air filters changed. It’s time to clean out the unused or broken stuff. It is time for people of a certain age to figure out new medical plans. On November 3 we will have to change our clocks back again to where God had it in the first place.  Two days later, the election that decides whether America continues as a democracy or something else.  Then it is time to rake leaves and get ready for the holidays, happy or not.

The old saying, the only things that are certain in life are death and taxes, fails to mention change. Everything in life changes. Sometimes I have to remind myself of my own philosophy of transformational change: Embrace change, because change is embracing you. I am not always pleased about the way changes are embracing me.  To find insight into daily life, reality, and change, I suggest a quiet meditation time from the book of Ecclesiastes. Just a little heads up when reading Ecclesiastes, The Teacher, Solomon, is possibly having a mid-life crisis. He seems both depressed and hopeful at the same time. He is wrestling with questions on the meaning of life and his place in the world. Read chapters 3 and 5, then 11 and 12, for guidance on living a valued life before God and the world. Everything will change, but Jesus Christ is the same, yesterday, today and forever. (See Hebrews 13:1-8)

Keep healthy. Pray mightily. Enjoy your life today. Behold the wonder of change. And let’s experience the love and power of God together.