The Pastor’s Corner is written by the pastor of Coronado Bible Church.

1,000 Footprints

Rocks slick with moss and clay formed the stairs that welcomed our initial assent. These gave way to a mountain meadow of flowers, sweeping vistas and breezes. The path climbed a short hill and diverged, presenting us with two options, neither of which looked easy. This is when I first questioned the brochure that labeled the hike to the Lost Waterfalls, “Moderate.”

Our chosen path plunged into the misty green mountain canopy. Rapidly the elevation rose, and the path became a staircase of tall steps among the jagged rocks and twisted roots of the forest. Ascending or descending, muscles, balance and flexibility seemed stretched to the limit. Handholds were few and precarious. At the point of my first exhaustion, we reached an incline so steep that knotted ropes hung next to the trail. I guess “moderate” is a highly subjective term. Then, I watched my friend Jim make the climb. He is ten years my senior and his ability to grapple up the slope engaged one of the most dominant muscles in the male physic. It’s known as the Anterior Ihcdisci or “If he can do it, so can I.”

My second wave of exhaustion came after viewing two beautiful falls. The suggested hike route takes you past Fall #1 to falls two and three. The route organizers were wise in this plan. The path down to the Fall One is steep and treacherous. It’s the closest to the trail head but going there first would weed out weaker hikers. When you arrive there last, you are trail proven. Having mastered the hike to that point you would be much more likely to size up the challenge and think … “I can do this.” Still, I wasn’t so sure I could. My left knee was aching, and an ingrown toenail was making it feel like I had a razor blade in my shoe. There was one reoccurring thought that carried me through … “1,000 footprints.” The muddy path, up and down, was a living record of all the people that made the trek before me. Deep, heavy footed prints, small light treads, imprints flanked by the aid of walking sticks told me that people of all shapes, sizes and abilities had endured and conquered. So did I … and that last spectacular vista was worth all the pain.

Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us. Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. Consider him who endured such opposition from sinful men, so that you will not grow weary and lose heart. Hebrews 12:1–3

Keep following Jesus my friend … that last view will be worth it all!


Learning to Rest

Twenty years ago … I was exhausted. Two bulging disks made standing and walking a painful, almost unmanageable chore. The same malady caused my sleep to be sporadic and fitful. The pain relievers that gave me some relief added to my drowsiness. I was carrying a heavy workload during the week, teaching Sunday School at one church, jumping in my car and driving to another to preach. I was just beat. Every time I sat down … even at my office desk … I fell asleep.

I don’t know how many times I woke up from prayer. I would sit down and begin to pray and quickly pass out. Waking chagrined, I would wonder how many people had passed my office door and caught me napping. I also felt embarrassed that I had fallen asleep in the middle of my audience with the King. “Dear Heavenly Fath … zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.”

Then I noticed something. I was waking up refreshed. Not just physically, but emotionally and spiritually. I can’t describe how it came to me, but I suddenly knew God wasn’t bothered by me resting in His presence. In fact, the need for physical rest was part of how He created me. That inescapable need for bodily rest pointed to a deeper need, a deeper reality. I started learning the lesson of rest.

Here are four Psalms that point to what exhaustion taught me … 

  • I will lie down and sleep in peace, for you alone, O LORD, make me dwell in safety. 4:8
  • He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will rest in the shadow of the Almighty. 91:1
  • He who watches over you will not slumber; indeed, he who watches over Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. 121:3-4
  • In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat—for He grants sleep to those He loves. 127:2

You can only stay awake and in charge for so long before your body shuts you down and puts you in the helpless state of slumber. The psalmists consistently connected human rest with spiritual dependence. Basically, I can go to sleep … because God doesn’t.

I’ve acknowledged that there are physical conditions that can rob us of rest. I’m certainly not advocating laziness. Important deadlines sometimes still require diligent wakefulness. Prayer also deserved focus … I shake off the drowsiness, get up and walk, because talking out my problems with my Heavenly Father is the only thing that will bring true rest. But when I need a nap, I pray, “You’ve got this Father” and I take a nap. When its time to sleep, I say, “I can’t anymore … but You can, and You will” and I go to sleep.

One of the command/promises of Jesus goes like this … “Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28 Did He mean it? Are His words trustworthy or not? Why don’t you sleep on that 😊

New Year’s Resolution … or Dissolution?

Do you know what today is? According to one poll published by the New York Post … it’s the day by which most New Year’s Resolutions are broken. This is hardly a statistic hurriedly thrown together. The publishers of this finding (Strava) analyzed global online postings from 31.5 million people. Their research pinpointed January 12th as “the fateful day for New Year’s Resolutions.” Astounding!

Strava is a social network for athletes, so most of their failed resolutions had to do with fitness. Understandable, since that is the most popular category for resolutions. Another survey reported the top three resolutions are consistent year after year: 1) Lose weight, 2) get in better shape, 3) eat healthier. These three goals far outstrip resolutions that could be viewed as more significant like, “see more of my friends and family” or “get a better work-life balance.” That same poll, asked the question, “How long did your broken resolution last?”

  • 43% not even a month
  • 66% one month or less
  • 80% less than three months
  • 86% less than one year
  • 14% resolve not to lie on poles in the coming year.

Okay … I made that last one up. But … these dismal statistics do raise the deeply profound question … “Why bother?” If almost nobody keeps them, why even make them? I have some suggestions …

  • Don’t give up on resolutions … you can find them in the Bible. “I made a covenant with my eyes not to look lustfully at a girl.” Job 31:1 Or this awesome resolution, “I will set before my eyes no vile thing. The deeds of faithless men I hate; they will not cling to me. Men of perverse heart shall be far from me; I will have nothing to do with evil. Ps 101:3–4
  • Spend your resolve on things more important than health. The apostle Paul wrote to Timothy, “Physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.” 1 Timothy 4:8 Whatever the Bible highlights as leading to godliness … resolve to do that.
  • Don’t resolve in your power alone. The most profound and best kept resolutions I’ve ever read were penned by the 18th Century theologian Jonathan Edwards. His life proved his resolutions … and his preamble to them read, “Being sensible that I am unable to do anything without God’s help, I do humbly entreat him by his grace to enable me to keep these Resolutions, so far as they are agreeable to his will, for Christ’s sake.” Resolve from a place of dependence on your Maker. That’s wisdom straight out of Philippians 1:6.
  • Don’t allow past failure to determine your future. “One thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:13–14

Happy New You!

Can you believe it’s the beginning of 2020? Neither can a large portion of the world. Three countries will celebrate their new year in February; two people groups will in March; four in April and another three in October.

If it weren’t for a Pope named Gregory, we wouldn’t be celebrating the new year for another 8 days. The most widely accepted calendar prior to Gregory’s day was slowly drifting with reference to the observable celestial markers. So, in 1582, leap year was introduced, an adjustment was made, and October 4th was followed immediately by October 15th. The Gregorian Calendar with its established year of 2020 is recognized by most of the world. Most … of the world.

If 2020 makes you feel old, just imagine following the Assyrian calendar … Happy 6770! That would have looked weird on your party hats. How about the Hebrew calendar clocking in at 5780? Oy Vey! Would you like to turn things back a bit? We could adopt the French Republican Calendar and wish each other Happy 228! Although abandoned after only 12 years … it kind of made sense. Each year consisted of twelve, thirty-day months, with 5 non-days left at the end of each year. This year, being leap year, you would have received six non-days. That scheme fit very well with the French penchant for celebration.

Well … I’ve merely scratched the surface. I found twenty-one different opinions on what year it is. How can we have so many different dates? It depends where you started counting. In the Gregorian calendar, A.D. abbreviates the Latin Anno Domini … Year of our Lord. According the most widely recognized calendar in the world, we’ve been counting from the birth of Jesus Christ. Historians agree that this count may be off by four to six years … but most serious historians do not deny the reality of Jesus birth or His impact on our world. Academia has largely abandoned A.D. for the abbreviation A.C.E. (After Christian Era). Even this testifies to enormous impact of Jesus Christ on world history.

How about His impact on your personal world history? Are your days anchored on Jesus the Messiah? I may not know which month marks a new year … or even which year it marks, but I have a new beginning worth celebrating.

If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come! 2 Corinthians 5:17

Happy New You!

Handprints and Hope

One of the most neglected aspects of our church’s first impression is our windows. Nobody enters the church without passing them and sometimes they are a mess! It’s not that we never clean, it’s just a never-ending job.

The doors have handles, but that requires aim and the glass is a much larger and more accessible target. I’m guilty of this, so I’m not throwing stones (although that would take care of cleaning the windows). Every week, several sets of telltale signs appear on the outside: the greasy nose-print and the cupped hands of curiosity. The kids from the restaurant in the food court are evidently still curious … even after looking in 4,362 times. Sometimes, I even clean lip prints off the glass. I haven’t figured that one out yet.

Just before a recent event, we had cleaned all the noticeable marks off the glass. After the service, I spotted them: two distinct little handprints about a foot and half from the floor. I couldn’t help the feeling that came over me when I saw those smudges. The words just tumbled out in my head … “Thank you God for little hands.” Really! I found myself thanking God for little hands. Little hands that had been to church and then charged out into the world through our doors. I remember a time when people here scratched their heads as to why we were building a nursery and buying little chairs for kids we had yet to see. God has been so good in answering our hope … with little hands.

In this next year, I’m going to purpose to use every mark as a prompting for praise. I will be thankful for the people peering through our windows … maybe they’ll come in and find life in Christ. I’ll be thankful that the kids from the food court smile and wave when they see us inside. Their feeling about our church is positive. I don’t know how to thank God for people who kiss the windows … still working on that one. It’s not just the windows. I have and will continue to try and thank God every time I pick up a broom or a mop. Perpetually clean churches are perpetually empty churches … and they do exist. Thank God that’s not our problem.

The more God grows our fellowship, the more of these issues we’ll encounter. Wherever there is growth there will be costs and inconveniences and sacrifices. One of these days we may need to create some dust to enlarge our worship space. Whatever comes along in 2020 … let’s decide now to greet these challenges to our time and comfort with thanksgiving. Thanksgiving requires that we think of the good of others and not just ourselves.

Do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others. Philippians 2:4