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Slowing Down or Hurrying Up

I’ve spent much of my life in a hurry: in a hurry to achieve; in a hurry to arrive; in a hurry to finish. I attribute much of that to the deadly combination of being both a workaholic and a perfectionist. Even in retirement, I’ve failed to slow down much. I fear I’ve been in such a hurry, I’ve run past some significant life experiences. Too late I discovered the Yiddish Proverb, “No good comes from hurrying.” By the time I discovered the quote from Robert Louis Stevenson – “He who sows hurry reaps indigestion” – I already had indigestion. On the other hand, one who hurries, experiences more than the one who moves through life with a slower pace. While I should have slowed down occasionally, I’m glad I didn’t miss anything I’ve experienced. This is where you do as I say, and not as I do: the key to a meaningful life is learning how to pace oneself. There are times to hurry and times to slow down. After all, God, our example of perfect balance, thunders from the heavens (2 Samuel 22:14) and speaks and the earth shakes (Psalm 46:6), but He can also be heard in the sounds of silence. The Psalmist encouraged, “Be still and know that I am God” (Psalm 46:6), and Isaiah reported God saying, “In quietness and confidence shall be your strength” (Isaiah 30:15). What do you need to do this week – slow down or hurry up?

Interruptions and Initiatives

I once led a Bible Study entitled “A Day of Interruptions” from Mark 5. Jesus was interrupted by a haunted person – Legion – in Mark 5:1-20, He was interrupted by a hurting person – Jairus – in Mark 5:21-24. The Lord was interrupted by a hopeless person – a nameless woman – in Mark 5:25-34, and finally, He was interrupted by a helpless person – a nameless girl – in Mark 5:35-43. As if this was not enough, all four of these interruptions happened on the same day. So last week my schedule had me reaching the two-week mark following my second COVID vaccine, meaning I was good to go – on the road again – 95% immune. I planned to attend the Globe Life Field Collegiate Baseball Showdown on Friday, Saturday and Sunday (since the church had a guest preacher scheduled, I was free to attend all three Sunday games), and finally travel to Louisiana to lead a conference on Monday evening. Then came an interruption. With several inches of snow, mixed with ice, and temperatures down to two below zero, power losses all over the city, water lines breaking, I spent seven days in my house, unable to get out of my driveway. The baseball tournament was postponed, the Sunday guest speaker cancelled, meaning I was back on for preaching Sunday morning, and the Louisiana conference was move to next Monday. Multiple days of interruptions. In the midst of my private pity party, I remembered the initiatives Jesus took in the midst of His interruptions: (1) To the haunted person, Jesus offered release. (2) To the hurting person Jesus offered relief. (3) To the hopeless person Jesus offered healing. (4) To the helpless person Jesus offered food. The next time your life is marked by interruptions, remember the initiatives Jesus took with His.

Snow Time in Texas

I awoke yesterday morning and looked out of my window to see a beautiful white blanket of snow. If I lived further north, this would be a common occurrence, but I live in Texas where we seldom get to see this beauty. There are few references to snow in the Bible and rightly so, since much of it was written in a land of rare snow fall. However, there was the spectacle of two mountain tops, Mount Lebanon and Mount Hermon, where snow remained on the tops year around. When I do see snow, it reminds me of a sermon by one of my favorite preachers, Dr. R.G. Lee, entitled “The Treasures of the Snow” based on Job 38:22. As I remember it, he spoke of the purity of the snow, the uniqueness of each snowflake, as well as the silence in which is falls. However, the point I remember most is the power of the snowflake when united with other snowflakes. A single snowflake has almost no power, but when it gathers in agreement with many other snowflakes, it can bring down large tree limbs, divert traffic, cause closures of schools and places of business, and even in large gatherings, cause an avalanche. On the positive side, gathered snow becomes the subject of beautiful pictures, and lovely paintings, and provides places where children play. To quote Dr. Lee, snow, “with gracious generosity, hides the grimy slime of the mudhole, drives away the raven of uncleanness, transforms the unsightly into the beautiful, the ghastly into the gorgeous, the gruesome into the glimmeringly lovely.” Snow provides a powerful lesson when applied to people. Because this is Texas, the snow will not be with us long, but when it’s snow time in Texas, let’s enjoy it’s treasures.

How to Know When a Pastor is Tired

As I was reading through a stack of pastoral resumes at a church where I was Interim Pastor, I was reminded that Pastors do get tired, but often they are working so hard, they fail to realize it. So perhaps it is time to share a list of some collected ways to know how a pastor is tired. (Not sure where I got all of these. Some might even be original with me.) Pastor-types will recognize a few of these and might even add a few more. Non-pastors need to realize some of these, to help them better relate to their pastor. Pastors are tired when: 1) The threat of being fired sounds good; 2) When standing in a hospital room, envy for the patient sets in; 3) The goal for today is to get through it without serious damage; 4) While still basking in the glow of surviving last Sunday, it occurs that another Sunday is on its way and today is Wednesday; 5) People ask if a pastor has been sick and the reply is, “Not yet;” 6) A senior who adores the pastor runs by the office to bring a cherry pie and she is avoided; 7) The personnel committee offers a six-week sabbatical and it is turned down because a decision is too difficult to make on what to do with all that free time; 8) The words to ‘”Jesus Loves Me” don’t come so quickly anymore; 9) An extra effort is made to go to that denominational meeting because it will be so boring, some rest will be available; 10) The nighttime prayer has become, “Lord, I’m tired. Amen.” Note that pastors will not admit to most of these. Love them anyway, and by all means, pray for them, and remind them of Galatians 6:9, “Let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.”

Self First, Others Second

Those who believe that helping others is a priority over helping self, have a hard time on airplane flights when the flight attendant says, “Put your own oxygen mask on first, before assisting others.” While there is much that is commendable about helping others, the truth is that helping others, will be short lived if you do not take care of yourself. This truth goes well beyond airplane flights and oxygen masks. If you don’t take care of yourself physically, you will not be physically able to care for others. If you do not take care of yourself emotionally, you will not be emotionally capable of caring for others. If you don’t take care of yourself spiritually, you won’t be able to spiritually care for others. Should we care for others? Absolutely, but caring for others at the expense of self is ill advised. Jesus said that we are to “love your neighbor as you love yourself” (Mark 12:31), quoted from Leviticus 19:18, and repeated by the Apostle Paul in Romans 13:9. The key word is “as,” meaning “not more than,” and implying love of self “as much as” others. So, try starting the day by giving yourself a big hug. Then start looking for ways to serve others.

Prayer Lacking? Try Listening

For the first ten years of my life, I was an only child. I guess my parents didn’t believe in baby-sitters or perhaps couldn’t afford them, I just remember accompanying my parents to a lot of adult events. At each, I was told to “be seen and not heard.” So, I grew up being rather quiet, and reserved. That lifestyle carried over into my prayer life. In fact, I remember wondering in church, why some people prayed such long, wordy prayers, and why in the worship service, we spent so much time talking and singing about God, and so little time listening to God. Much of my early instruction related to prayer dealt with speaking to God, rather than listening to God. Along the way, I was influenced by statements like that of American financier, statesman, and adviser to U.S. presidents, Bernard Baruch, who said, “Most of the successful people I’ve known are the ones who do more listening than talking.” Someone had me memorize James 1:19, “brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak . . .” A famous poster said, “Listen and Silent have the same letters.” So, thanks to my parents and my culture, I spend a considerable amount of time listening to God and my prayers are usually brief, and to the point. Let me clarify, I don’t listen to God with my ears, nor does God speak to me with His mouth. But if I am still, and quiet, and meditative, I don’t need human ears or a divine mouth to hear from God. So, next time your prayer life is lacking, try listening.

My Friend Facebook

Eleven years ago, my Granddaughter put me on Facebook, saying I was getting too “old foggie” and I needed Facebook. I love Facebook. It is my life-connection to literally thousands of friends – friends from my teen-age years (although age is taking its toll on this group); friends from college student days; friends from Seminary student days (I really think the Southern Baptist Controversy may have stated in our carpool); friend from my days as a Baptist Student Minister on three University campuses; friends from my consultant days with the North American Mission Board; student and faculty friends from my 22 years on the faculty of Southwestern Baptist Seminary; friends from my missionary-related visits in fifty-nine countries, all fifty states, and every Canadian province, friends from twenty-six interim pastorates; friends from too-many-to-count conferences, seminars, revival meetings that I led; friends from neighborhoods where I have lived (24 addresses in 11 cities since 1st grade); friends on social media; and then those friends that fit no category, except being in my life at just the right time. During several recent crises, including the current time of my wife’s COVID experience, friends from all areas of my life have responded with encouragement, counsel, and prayer support. You never know how much you need friends, until you have a need for friends. Mine have always been there when needed. “Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed” (Ecclesiastes 4:9, NLT). Thanks friends.

Doctor or Not

I had never noticed it before. I recently paid a visit to a medical doctor’s office. When he entered the exam room, he greeted me with, “Dr. Crawford! What’s up with you today?” Hmmm! A Dr. greeting another Dr. Several years ago, we spent a few days with a missionary family in another country. After hearing her parents refer to me numerous times as Dr. Dan, their little girl asked, “Are you really a doctor?” Embarrassed, the parents assured her that I was. To which she replied, “Well, I have this pain in my arm . . .” No, I’m not the kind of doctor that can do you any good with your physical ailments, other than praying for you. So, what’s all this talk about Dr. degrees and not wanting America’s future first-lady, Jill Biden to be called Dr. Biden, because she is not a medical doctor? If a person has participated in the seminars, written the papers, done the research, performed the project, written the dissertation or project report, paid their money, and successfully endured the oral exam, all with a fully accreted institution of higher learning, they have earned the right to use the title Dr. Personally, it matters little to me if you call me Dan, Bro. Dan, Dr. Dan, Bro. Crawford, Rev. Crawford, Dr. Crawford, Professor Crawford, Pastor Dan, Dad or Bawpaw (limited to grandkids). All of those titles were given, granted or earned, and I answer to all of them. Actually, as long as I’m “called” by God’s name (2 Chronicles 7:14), you can take your pick of the titles. Come to think of it, when God calls, no title is needed. To each his own, but if you’ve received a title, you can use it, regardless of the opinion of a few jealous journalists.

Forgetting 2020, Beginning 2021

Since the sixteenth century, Japanese people have observed bōnenkai, literally, “forget the year gathering.” These gatherings have recently included destruction of the previous year’s calendars, as a symbolic way of moving on to the next year. There are other ingredients to their gatherings in which I’d prefer not to participate, but I sure like the idea of forgetting some of the negative parts of 2020. Yes, there were good, God-given, things about 2020, but so many unpleasant things made it a year to forget. In fact, I’m not sure we ought to be required to add it to our age, since much of the year was unused. So let’s approach 2021 in agreement with the old Cherokee proverb, “Don’t let yesterday use up too much of today.” I love the quote by the late American Columnist, Bill Vaughan. “An optimist stays up until midnight to see the new year in. A pessimist stays up to make sure the old year leaves.” I seldom stay up until midnight anymore, but if I did it might be to be sure 2020 is gone, and to get a fresh start with 2021. The Apostle Paul lived and wrote several centuries before the Japanese celebrations of bonenkai began, but he had the idea in Philippines 3:13-14, “forgetting those things which are behind and reaching forward to those things which are ahead, I press toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.”

A COVID Grinch

The gifts are still under the tree. Christmas Eve and Christmas Day have come and gone, and the gifts are still under the tree. No torn wrappings on the floor. No dirty dishes still in the sink. No family members still discussing their gifts. A Grinch stole Christmas, and his name was Covid-19. Six days before Christmas, my wife tested positive for the corona virus. A brief hospital stay, and a quarantine, dictated no Christmas visitors in the home and no Christmas trips outside the home. All is not lost. We will gather sometime in January and celebrate with gifts and food and laughter and love. No doubt, we will also discuss the Grinch that stole our traditional Christmas, but failed to steal our spirits. Like the Apostle Paul, “We are hard-pressed on every side, yet not crushed; we are perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed (2 Corinthians 4:9). But what about Christmas Day? While everyone around us celebrated, my wife and I, maintaining our doctor instructed quarantine distancing, said with Lou Lou Who in “How the Grinch Stole Christmas,” “I don’t need anything more for Christmas than this right here. My family.”

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