Pastor’s Desk 2019-03-12

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Good Morning Church Family,

If you’re in bed, reading the pastor’s desk on your ipad or your iphone, if you haven’t looked outside yet, just listen, listen carefully – its raining. That is always such a refreshing sound for me. I remember waking up to rain during my farming days – it was so refreshing. On the farm, we often called it a “million dollar” rain. We knew everything green would benefit and everything brown would become greener. It’s a great morning in San Carlos. A lot of hands went up on Sunday when I asked who was going North this week. I hope you got to enjoy this morning before you left. Its just nice!

Thank you for all the birthday wishes this week. The cake on Sunday was amazing and your kindness was greatly appreciated. The actual date of my birthday is this Friday, but I’m willing to celebrate all week. It’s not only a great day, it’s a great week! Thanks to you all!

Men’s Breakfast and Study – Harv Teitzel is leading this week and will be facilitating a discussion on Jesus’ Return. Come on over to Tequila’s on Thursday (8:30am)
 
Baptism Anyone?We’re preparing for another baptism service in April. If you’ve not been baptized as a believer, I would welcome an opportunity to meet with you and discuss baptism and look at why the Lord asks all believers to follow through with this act of obedience. Email pastorglenn.sc@gmail.com
 
This Sunday – after church – Softball and Hotdogs at the field behind the old elementary school in the Ranchitos. Bring a baseball glove, balls, bat, if you have them. If you don’t, that’s fine as we will share. The Bairds will supply the hotdogs and a bbq. If you could bring a side dish and some drinks, that would be great. Bethany Baird is coordinating this event and can answer any questions you may have.

March 24 – This will be your opportunity to participate in a Special Offering For SCCC. These funds will be used to help cover the church’s financial needs throughout the summer when the attendance is smaller and the giving lighter. However, many of the expenses still continue as normal.

March 21 @ CEC – (Howard Dyck’s Bible School) Fundraiser Banquet for the Bible school. Contact Howard @ howarddyck@ethnos.ca for tickets.
 
March 30 @ 5:00 PM at the Church: Estoy Contiga – This is the same organization which presented the incredible concert several years ago, where the pianist proposed to the soloist at the end of the event. The purpose of the concert is to raise funds to help the 136 cancer patients they currently support. Help with medicines, diapers, colostomy bags, transfers to CD Obregon or Hermosillo since Guaymas does not have Oncology. Please take note of the quality of performers once again performing at this worthy fundraiser. They are all listed on the poster at the church.The tickets will be sold in MDS lab & imaging and in Carnes Santa Rosa for 200 pesos.

Sunday’s Message in Review: We continued in last week’s passage this week, still working with the thought, “I love my Church”. Matt 16:13 begins with what may seem an irrelevant thought, “as they came to the region of Caesarea Philippi”. This was the backdrop of Jesus’ statement, “I will build my church.” But it was the history of C.P. that caught my attention this week. This place was the center of Canaanite worship during Old Testament times. It was the place where Jeroboam built the high places to worship false gods. At the time of Christ, it was the place the Greek god, “Pan” was worshiped. It had a revolting history, full of immorality, bestiality and child sacrifice. Its nickname at the time of Christ – “the gates of hades”. This is where Jesus took his disciples, into the most repulsive and lost part of the world, to make his statement, “I will build my church and the gates of hades will not prevail.” His point very clear, His promise very clear – the church of Jesus Christ will be an advancing church and nothing, not even the gates of hell, not even the worst of the worst, will ever destroy or defeat His church. You and I, as believers are the fulfillment of Jesus promise that day. And as imperfect as we may be, our perfect God calls us to infiltrate those gates of hell by the way we live out our faith. And that is always the challenge, isn’t it?. What does the world see as we live out our faith? Are we living out our faith within a safe holy huddle, avoiding those who may be different than us? Are we living out our faith in the face of what may even have the feel of being the “gates of hell?”  How’s it going for you? 
 
Praying you have a wonderful week,
Pastor Glenn & Jeannine
 
I received this great article from Debbie Hays and had to share it with you. Its written by Max Lucado who has such an uncanny ability of painting pictures with his words. It fit in so well with the first message in our series on “I love my church,” I thought I’d share it with you. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Remember…
 
by Max Lucado, from Six Hours One Friday
 
 On the evening of that first day of the week, when the disciples were together, with the doors locked for fear of the Jews… — John 20:19
 
The Church of Jesus Christ began with a group of frightened men in a second-floor room in Jerusalem. Though trained and taught, they didn’t know what to say. Though they’d marched with Him for three years, they now sat… afraid. They were timid soldiers, reluctant warriors, speechless messengers.
 
Their most courageous act was to get up and lock the door.
 
Some looked out the window, some looked at the wall, some looked at the floor, but all looked inside themselves.
 
And well they should, for it was an hour of self-examination. All their efforts seemed so futile. Nagging their memories were the promises they’d made but not kept.
 
When the Roman soldiers took Jesus, Jesus’ followers took off.
 
With the very wine of the covenant on their breath and the bread of His sacrifice in their bellies, they fled.
 
All those boasts of bravado? All those declarations of devotion? They lay broken and shattered at the gate of Gethsemane’s garden.
 
We don’t know where the disciples went when they fled the garden, but we do know what they took: a memory. They took a heart-stopping memory of a Man who called Himself no less than God in the flesh. And they couldn’t get Him out of their minds. Try as they might to lose Him in the crowd, they couldn’t forget Him. If they saw a leper, they thought of His compassion. If they heard a storm, they would remember the day He silenced one. If they saw a child, they would think of the day He held one. And if they saw a lamb being carried to the temple, they would remember His face streaked with blood and His eyes flooded with love.
 
No, they couldn’t forget Him. As a result, they came back. And, as a result, the Church of our Lord began with a group of frightened men in an upper room.
 
Sound familiar? Things haven’t changed much in two thousand years, have they? How many churches today find themselves paralyzed in the upper room?
 
How many congregations have just enough religion to come together, but not enough passion to go out? If the doors aren’t locked, they might as well be.
 
Upper-room futility. A little bit of faith but very little fire.
 
“Sure, we’re doing our part to reach the world. Why, just last year we mailed ten correspondence courses. We’re anticipating a response any day now.”
 
“You bet we care that the world is reached! We send $150 a month to… uh, well… ol’ what’s-his-name down there in… uh, well, oh, I forget the place, but… we pray for it often.”
 
“World hunger? Why, that’s high on our priority list! In fact, we have plans to plan a planning session. At least, that is what we are planning to do.”
 
Good people. Lots of ideas. Plenty of good intentions. Budgets. Meetings. Words. Promises. But while all this is going on, the door remains locked and the story stays a secret.
 
You don’t turn your back on Christ, but you don’t turn toward him either. You don’t curse his name, but neither do you praise it. You know you should do something, but you’re not sure what. You know you should come together, but you’re not sure why.
 
Upper-room futility. Confused ambassadors behind locked doors. What will it take to unlock them? What will it take to ignite the fire? What will it take to restore the first-century passion? What will have to happen before the padlocks of futility tumble from our doors and are trampled under the feet of departing disciples?
 
More training? That’s part of it. Better strategies? That would help. A greater world vision? Undoubtedly. More money? That’s imperative. A greater dependence on the Holy Spirit? Absolutely.
 
But in the midst of these items there is one basic ingredient that cannot be overlooked. There is one element so vital that its absence ensures our failure.
 
What is needed to get us out is exactly what got the apostles out.
 
Picture the scene. Peter, John, James. They came back. Banking on some zany possibility that the well of forgiveness still had a few drops, they came back. Daring to dream that the master had left them some word, some plan, some direction, they came back.
 
But little did they know their wildest dream wasn’t wild enough. Just as someone mumbles, “It’s no use,” they hear a noise. They hear a voice.
 
Peace be with you. — John 20:19
 
Every head lifted. Every eye turned. Every mouth dropped open. Someone looked at the door.
 
It was still locked.
 
It was a moment the apostles would never forget, a story they would never cease to tell. The stone of the tomb was not enough to keep Him in. The walls of the room were not enough to keep Him out.
 
The one betrayed sought His betrayers. What did He say to them? Not “What a bunch of flops!” Not “I told you so.” No “Where-were-you-when-I-needed-you?” speeches. But simply one phrase: “Peace be with you.”
 
The very thing they didn’t have was the very thing He offered: peace.
 
It was too good to be true! So amazing was the appearance that some were saying, “Pinch me, I’m dreaming” even at the ascension (Matthew 28:17). No wonder they returned to Jerusalem with great joy (Luke 24:52)! No wonder they were always in the temple praising God (Luke 24:53)!
 
A transformed group stood beside a transformed Peter as he announced some weeks later:
 
Therefore let all Israel be assured of this: God has made this Jesus, whom you crucified, both Lord and Christ. — Acts 2:36
 
No timidity in his words. No reluctance. About three thousand people believed his message.
 
The apostles sparked a movement. The people became followers of the death-conqueror. They couldn’t hear enough or say enough about Him. People began to call them “Christ-ians.” Christ was their model, their message. They preached “Jesus Christ and Him crucified,” not for the lack of another topic, but because they couldn’t exhaust this one.
 
What unlocked the doors of the apostles’ hearts?
 
Simple. They saw Jesus. They encountered the Christ. Their sins collided with their Savior and their Savior won! What lit the boiler of the apostles was a red-hot conviction that the very One who should have sent them to hell, went to hell for them and came back to tell about it.
 
A lot of things would happen to them over the next few decades. Many nights would be spent away from home. Hunger would gnaw at their bellies. Rain would soak their skin. Stones would bruise their bodies. Shipwrecks, lashings, martyrdom. But there was a scene in the repertoire of memories that caused them never to look back: the Betrayed coming back to find His betrayers, not to scourge them, but to send them. Not to criticize them for forgetting, but to commission them to remember.
 
Remember that He who was dead is alive and they who were guilty have been forgiven.
 
Excerpted with permission from Six Hours One Friday by Max Lucado, copyright Max Lucado.

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