You Give Them Something to Eat

Meditation on Matthew 14:13-21

Rev. Chris Stewart, Guest Preacher

The Presbyterian Church, Coshocton, Ohio

August 2, 2020

Loaves and Fish

What a year this has been.

We are social creatures. So, it’s no surprise that COVID-19 fatigue has set in for so many of us. We humans are wired to come together physically, but social distancing has just made that nearly impossible. Obviously, there is no playbook for COVID-19.

We are still developing guidelines that explain how isolation should be done, how hospitals should be prepared, or what we can expect when and if things start to go back to normal. The truth is much of what we are doing is unscripted, unknowable, and uncertain. And that, it turns out, is creating a great deal of anxiety, fear, and even depression for Americans.

I hear a lot of folks saying that they feel a kind of emptiness inside them. It’s as if, perhaps, many of us are grieving what we have lost—the ability to have backyard cookouts with our friends, get-togethers at Church, in-person worship…or even being able to go out to eat or grab a cup of coffee with a friend. Others are struggling to piece together money to pay bills, or they’re worried about their health and safety (or that of everyone in their house).Today, Americans are reporting more symptoms and signs of depression, anxiety, and fear than historic norms.

It’s easy to feel lonely when so many people are staying close to home, avoiding gatherings, and many businesses are shuttered. Social connection is essential to our well-being, and prolonged isolation can increase the risk of depression and anxiety, and emptiness.

But that doesn’t mean we just throw up our hands. What it does mean is its time to start doing something about it.

This morning’s Gospel Lesson from Matthew is the only miracle, aside from the Resurrection, that is included in all four Gospels. This should tell us something about its importance.

One of the things I like best about the feeding of the 5,000 is that this miracle captures Jesus’ concern for both the material and spiritual needs of people. In this story Jesus heals the sick, encourages people when they are sad, and when they are hungry—he feeds them.

And the key word that holds all this together is “compassion.” “Jesus…saw a crowd” and “he had compassion on them.” Of all the descriptions of how Jesus views us—that is my favorite—by far.

In the Gospels, we are told that Jesus had compassion on folks before He healed them, compassion for sinners, for the lost, for the lonely, for the sad, and when he was traveling through the different villages we are told that “he had compassion on [the people], because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd.”

That is Who our Savior is—that is what our God is like. The verb “have compassion” is always evoked by a need that Jesus sees.

Jesus is very observant. He looks at the crowds with a heart sensitive to their needs. And what Jesus sees is the helplessness of people, and that touches Him deeply. He feels compassion. He is moved to help people and to teach His disciples the great necessity of really seeing people and having compassion for them. Compassion is a feeling, and like any feeling, it’s not something we can just decide to have. It comes in reaction to something.

I personally believe that our capacity to have compassion is shaped by how we look at others. It’s a way in which we are able to identify with people, and it seems to me that this empathetic identification with others begins when we listen well to the other person. This is what Jesus did and does. I mean, to hear someone is one thing. To really listen is to hear and to appreciate where someone else stands, how someone else feels, how someone else thinks. It’s a means by which we take another person seriously and thus give them dignity.

We can’t have compassion unless we enter into another person’s life by identifying with them. And that is what Jesus does. That is also what, we, as Jesus’ followers are called to do as well. And when we do this, it helps to fill our empty spaces.

Our Gospel Passage this morning starts in the middle of something else that is going on.

What do I mean by that?

Well, just look at verse 13 where we began.

It says, “When Jesus heard what had happened, he withdrew by boat privately to a solitary place. Hearing of this, the crowds followed him on foot from the towns.”

What has Jesus just heard?  King Herod has executed Jesus’ cousin, John the Baptist. He had been beheaded as a party favor for Herod’s daughter.

It’s no wonder Jesus needed some time alone to pray and grieve.

But Jesus is not the only one to hear the gruesome news. We are told the crowds have also heard about John’s murder.  And so, the people are understandably frightened and are seeking after Jesus for both comfort and guidance.

Thus, while Jesus is out in a boat on the sea, they follow Him on foot from the shore. And so, when Jesus brings His boat to shore, He sees this huge crowd of people.

He sees their grief. He sees their fear. He sees their longing for hope and a word of encouragement. He sees their emptiness, and He has compassion on them. He knows and identifies with what they are feeling, and He reaches out and heals their sick.

He spends the day in conversations with them and then night begins to fall. And this is when the disciples come to Jesus with a genuine concern that the people need to leave to avoid the problems of being stuck on the road, in the dark with no food.

“This is a remote place,” they say, “Send the crowds away, so that they can go to the villages and buy themselves some food.”

But Jesus takes a different approach: “They do not need to go away. You give them something to eat.”  And in calling on His disciples to get involved in this temporary refugee problem, Jesus makes clear His expectation for us, as His disciples, is to tap into His compassion to make good things happen.  And in doing so, Jesus is entrusting us to be a part of the miracles of God.

That’s pretty amazing, to say the least.

And those of us who have been involved in the Food Pantries have experienced this miracle of the feeding of the 5,000 over and over again…

And look at all that has happened.

Thousands of people have been fed.

We normally have leftovers, more than we need…

One of the awesome things about this story in Matthew Chapter 14 is that it captures the way Jesus challenges us to address a problem and not ignore it.

Now the disciples were shocked by what Jesus was suggesting, and that’s because the disciples were approaching this situation with a theology of scarcity rather than a theology of plenty.

Ever find yourself thinking this way?

“We don’t have enough.”

“We can’t do this.”

“It’s out of the question.”

“We have only five loaves of bread and two fish!”

I wonder did the miracle occur, as Barbara Brown Taylor suggested, when the meager basket of bread and fish was passed among the people and they dug into their pockets to add the secret bit of bread they had brought along the journey?  By the time the baskets had been passed around, had people taken enough to eat, but also put a little back in to share with others because that seemed like the only right thing to do?

I don’t know how miracles occur, but the gospel tells us that when the faithful act boldly, sharing our resources with others, miraculous things begin to happen.  When people trust in God and act with compassion, scarcity can and often is transformed into abundance.

But Jesus wants us to think, not in terms of what we don’t have, but rather in terms of what God has given us—and that’s a theology of plenty!!!

And this is important to remember especially during this time of COVID-19.

What has God entrusted us with, even in times such as these?

We still have our church.

We have resources.

There are means by which we can grow in our relationship with God and other people—even if we are socially isolating—we just must look at things through the eyes of Christ.

We need people who will make phone calls and organize volunteers.

We need this desperately.

You can do this from home.

You know, it is when we are sharing in God’s work that life becomes meaningful.

And we can do this, even as we socially isolate.

And for that, I am so grateful.

How about you?

I think the message God is giving us in our Gospel Lesson for this morning is that if we will embrace a challenge, bringing forward what we have, no matter how little, then God will do the rest—and what God does with what we offer Him is always more than sufficient to get the job done.

You know, this story is a sharp reminder to us that we, as individual Christians, must never be so wrapped up in our own problems and concerns that we withdraw from the world and refuse to be a part of the ministry of Jesus Christ—which is providing help, love and support when others are in need.

Left alone, we can easily think like the disciples and say: “Send them away…they are not our concern…they aren’t our problem.”  But this is not an attitude our Lord will accept. He, instead, calls us to be generous and share.

This story is a clear call for us—the Church of Jesus Christ to be a compassionate people, which hears and listens to the cries of people and responds to their needs.

And the needs are so great. People are hungering all around us. They are hungering for a deeper connection with God and each other. They are hungering for purpose and meaning. They are hungering for hope. Many are hungering, quite literally, for their next meal.

And our task is to share what we have been given—our talents, our money, our compassion, our love, our time—we are to share what we have been given, trusting that it is enough.

We are to share freely, wildly, irrationally with others, expecting that God will take our limited resources and turn them into a feast to serve thousands.

The feeding of the 5,000 isn’t some kind of spectacle to enlarge Jesus’ fame and popularity among the people, rather it is an insistence by God that we—Jesus’ followers–distinguish ourselves by our love, compassion, resourcefulness, generosity and faith.

We are called to have the compassion of Christ. And this is what fills our empty spaces along with filling the empty spaces of the world.

Today, even though we are living in desperate and lonely times, are called to learn what it means to follow Jesus. What an opportunity we have. What grace Christ offers! What more could we need or ask for? This is a great time to be alive.

Jesus Christ had suffered the loss of His cousin, John the Baptist. But instead of focusing on Himself and what He lost, Jesus looked outward toward the crowd. And that is where we find TRUE freedom—when we think of the needs of others before ourselves. We are called to compassion. The crowds are starving for love, for hope, for meaning, for God.

Jesus says to you, Jesus says to me: “Don’t send them away. YOU give them something to eat.”

Aug. 2, 2020 Virtual Worship

The Presbyterian Church, 142 N. 4th St., Coshocton, OH 43812

The Reverend Karen Crawford

The Reverend Chris Stewart, Guest Preacher

Liturgist: The Reverend Dr. Jim Crawford

Musicians: Mark Wagner, Debbie Clark, and Pam McMorrow

Loaves and Fish

PreludeAria (Charles Callahan) Mark Wagner, Organ

Aria (Charles Callahan)

Greeting/Announcements with Pastor Karen

Greeting/Announcements with Pastor Karen

Opening Words/Gathering Prayer

Opening Words with Jim Crawford

Anyone who thirsts, come and drink!

If you have no money but you’re hungry,

come and receive wine and milk without a price tag.

Why do you spend money on what does not nourish you?

Why do you work for what does not nurture you?

Listen, come and eat healthy food that will delight you.

Come and partake in the Spirit that will give you life.

Become a witness of God’s free gift of grace to all people.

They will come running to you because our Covenant God

will raise you up, transform you, and make you shine!


Hymn: O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go (George Matheson) Mark Wagner, Organ


O Love That Wilt Not Let Me Go

O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
that in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.

O Light that follow’st all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be.

 O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow thro’ the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be.

O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red,
life that shall endless be.

Call to Confession/Prayer of Confession/Assurance of Pardon 

Call to Confession/Prayer of Confession/Assurance of Pardon

God of justice and mercy, we admit that we are not always free of deceit. We are fooled by the false promises of the world into pursuing things that do not truly nourish us. Hear our cry and save us, dear God, in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Time with Children: Jacob Wrestles with God

Jacob Wrestles with God Message for Children and Youth
Jacob and the Angel Craft

Prayer for Illumination and Genesis 32:22-31

Aug. 2, 2020 Prayer for Illumination and Genesis 32:22-31 with Jim Crawford

Anthem: Meditation on How Great Thou Art (Setting by John Carter) Mark Wagner, Organ

Meditation on How Great Thou Art (Setting by John Carter) Mark Wagner

Scripture: Matthew 14:13–21

Matthew Reading with Chris Stewart

Holy mystery, holy word. Thanks be to God!

Message: The Reverend Chris Stewart

Message with Chris Stewart

Hymn  Loaves Were Broken, Words Were Spoken (Herman G. Stuempfle Jr.) Mark Wagner, Organ

Loaves Were Broken, Words Were Spoken

Loaves were broken, words were spoken by the Galilean shore.
Jesus, Bread of Life from heaven, was their food forevermore.
By your body broken for us, by your wine of life out-poured,
Jesus, feed again your people. Be our Host, our life, our Lord.

Loaves were broken, words were spoken in a quiet room one night.
In the bread and wine you gave them, Christ, you came as Light from Light.
By your body broken for us, by your wine of life out-poured,
Jesus, feed again your people. Be our Host, our life, our Lord.

Loaves are broken, words are spoken, as in faith we gather here.
Jesus speaks across the ages, “I am with you; do not fear!”

By your body broken for us, by your wine of life out-poured,
Jesus, feed again your people. Be our Host, our life, our Lord.

By the loaves you break and give us, send us in your name to share bread
for which the millions hunger, words that tell your love and care.
By your body broken for us, by your wine of life out-poured,
Jesus, feed again your people. Be our Host, our life, our Lord.

Invitation to the Offering

Invitation to the offering with Jim Crawford

Offertory: God Will Make a Way (Don Moen) with He Leadeth Me, Debbie Clark, Soloist

God Will Make a Way/He Leadeth Me with Debbie Clark

Prayer of Thanksgiving/Lord’s Prayer

Prayer of Thanksgiving and Lord’s Prayer with Jim Crawford

Loving and generous God, you provide for us and even bless us in more ways than we can number. We give these tithes and offerings to tell of your wondrous and steadfast love so that those who do not yet know you may also come to your love. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread; and forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors; and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

Hymn: I Stand Amazed (Charles Hutchinson Gabriel) Pam McMorrow, Piano

I Stand Amazed

I stand amazed in the presence
Of Jesus the Nazarene
And wonder how He could love me
A sinner condemned, unclean.

How marvelous, how wonderful
And my song will ever be
How marvelous, how wonderful
Is my Savior’s love for me!

He took my sins and my sorrows
He made them his very own
He bore the burden to Calvary
He suffered and died for me!

Oh, how marvelous, how wonderful
And my song shall ever be
How marvelous, how wonderful
Is my Savior’s love for me!

How marvelous, how wonderful
And my song shall ever be
How marvelous, how wonderful
Is my Savior’s love for me!

Charge/Benediction with Pastor Karen

Charge and Benediction with Pastor Karen

Postlude: Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross (Fannie Crosby) Pam McMorrow, Piano

Jesus, Keep Me Near the Cross with Pam McMorrow

Jesus, keep me near the cross; there a precious fountain, free to all, a healing stream, flows from Calvary’s mountain.

Refrain: In the cross, in the cross, be my glory ever, till my raptured soul shall find rest beyond the river.

Near the cross, a trembling soul, love and mercy found me; there the bright and morning star sheds its beams around me.

Near the cross! O Lamb of God, bring its scenes before me; help me walk from day to day with its shadow o’er me.

Near the cross I’ll watch and wait, hoping, trusting ever, till I reach the golden strand just beyond the river.

July 26, 2020 Virtual Worship

The Presbyterian Church, 142 N. Fourth St., Coshocton, OH 43812

Pastor Karen Crawford

Jacob and Rachel

Musicians: Mark Wagner, Mary Ann Gill

Liturgists: Ethan Swigert, Mason Gano, Ashley Bryant, Jim Crawford

Prelude: The Lord’s My Shepherd (Setting by Donald Hustad), Mark Wagner, Organ

The Lord’s My Shepherd (Setting by Donald Hustad)

Greeting/Announcements: Pastor Karen

Greeting with Pastor Karen

Opening Words: Ashley Bryant

Opening Words with Ashley Bryant

O give thanks to the Lord, call on his name, make known his deeds among the peoples.

Sing to him, sing praises to him; tell of all his wonderful works.

Glory in his holy name; let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice.

Seek the Lord and his strength; seek his presence continually.

Remember the wonderful works he has done, his miracles, and the judgments he uttered, O offspring of his servant Abraham, children of Jacob, his chosen ones.

Gathering Prayer: Ethan Swigert

July 26, 2020 Gathering Prayer with Ethan Swigert

Holy God, we try to fix and fasten you, but you will not be stayed. You are love in motion: always breathing us into being, calling us to serve, sustaining us in the wilderness. Come to us as the morning breaks. Soften what has grown dry and brittle in our hearts until we worship with abandon, for we pray in the name of the Son you sent and through the Spirit that gives us life. Amen.

Hymn: Rejoice, Ye Pure in Heart (E. H. Plumptre), Mark Wagner, Organ

Rejoice Ye Pure in Heart

Rejoice, ye pure in heart, 
rejoice, give thanks, and sing; 
your festal banner wave on high, 
the cross of Christ your King. 

Refrain:
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, give thanks, and sing! 

Yes, on through life’s long path, 
still chanting as you go, 
from youth to age, by night and day, 
in gladness and in woe. [Refrain] 

 At last the march shall end; 
the wearied ones shall rest, 
the pilgrims reach their home at last, 
Jerusalem the blest. [Refrain] 

Praise God, who reigns on high, 
the Lord whom we adore: 
the Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
one God forevermore. [Refrain] 

Call to Confession/Prayer of Confession/Assurance of Pardon with Pastor Karen

Call to Confession/Prayer of Confession/Assurance of Pardon with Pastor Karen

God of mystery, God of life, we imagine that we are capable of power and wisdom and goodness. We trust our own standards; we separate and categorize; we mark the performance of others. We fail to trust your power, hidden in all things. We fail to watch for you, working out your purposes. Gracious God, hidden and manifest transform our withered imaginations until we yield the judgments we trust to a love we cannot control. Amen.

Time with Children and Youth: Rachel and Jacob

The Story of Rachel and Jacob from Genesis 29
Rachel and Jacob Craft!

Prayer for Illumination: Mason Gano

July 26, 2020 Prayer for Illumination

Spirit of life, we do not know how to pray as we ought. Meet us in words written, in words spoken; intercede for us with sighs too deep for words, until we shine with the hope that is hidden in our hearts, for we pray in the name of Jesus. Amen.

Scripture: Romans 8:26-39 and Matthew 13:31-33, 44-52, Jim Crawford

This is the Gospel of the Lord. Praise to You, O Christ!

Epistle and Gospel Readings for July 26 with Jim

Solo: Your Ways Are Higher Than Mine (Rachel McCutcheon) Mary Ann Gill

Your Ways Are Higher Than Mine (Rachel McCutcheon) Mary Ann Gill

Based on Isaiah 55:9

It’s not what I prayed for
It’s not what I wanted
It’s not something I understand
My circumstances seem so confusing
I’m placing it all in Your hands.

Your ways are higher than mine
I want mountains to move
You want me to climb
So I’m gonna trust Your work, Your will, and Your time
Your ways are higher than mine.

One day I’m sure
I will look back and marvel
At how You knew best all along
You see from Heaven
You know it’s the hard times
That make my faith steady and strong.

Your ways are higher than mine
I want mountains to move
You want me to climb
So I’m gonna trust Your work, Your will, and Your time.
Your ways are higher than mine,

When I start to doubt, help me believe
Somewhere, so far above me.

Your ways are higher than mine
I want mountains to move
You want me to climb
So I’m gonna trust Your work, Your will, and Your time.
Oh
Your ways are so much higher than mine.
Your ways are higher than mine.

Scripture: Genesis 29:9-28, Pastor Karen

Holy wisdom, Holy word. Thanks be to God!

Genesis 29:9-28 with Pastor Karen

Message: The God Whose Ways Are Higher Than Ours

Your Ways Are Higher Than Mine

Hymn: Be Thou My Vision (Ancient Irish Poem, Transl. by Mary E. Byrne), Mark Wagner, Organ

Be Thou My Vision

Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart;
naught be all else to me, save that thou art–
thou my best thought by day or by night,
waking or sleeping, thy presence my light.

Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise,
thou mine inheritance, now and always:
thou and thou only, first in my heart,
High King of heaven, my treasure thou art.

Be thou my wisdom, and thou my true word;
I ever with thee and thou with me, Lord;
thou my great Father, I thy true son;
thou in me dwelling, and I with thee one.

Invitation for Offering/Prayer of Thanksgiving and Lord’s Prayer

Invitation to the Offering/Prayer of Thanksgiving/Lord’s Prayer

Holy One, receive these offerings as you receive our lives. Gather our false starts and uncertain efforts, our generosity and our reluctance. Enliven us with your breath and make your purposes known, that our lives might show forth your glory. Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, forever. Amen.

Hymn: Day by Day (Lina Sandell), Fountainview Academy

Day by Day (and with Each Passing Moment) is a Christian hymn written in 1865 by Lina Sandell several years after she had witnessed the tragic drowning death of her father. It is a hymn of assurance used in American congregational singing.” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Day_by_Day_(hymn)

Day by Day (Fountainview Academy)

Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,
Gives unto each day what He deems best,
Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day the Lord Himself is near me,
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,
He whose name is Counsellor and Pow’r.
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.

Help me then, in every tribulation,
So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,
That I lose not faith’s sweet consolation,
Offered me within Thy holy Word.
Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,
E’er to take, as from a father’s hand,
One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,
Till with Christ the Lord I stand.

Charge and Benediction

July 26 Benediction with Pastor Karen

Postlude: March [Marc-Antoine Charpentier (1636-1704); Arranged by S. Drummond Wolff], Mark Wagner, Organ

March

The God Whose Ways Are Higher Than Ours

Meditation on Genesis 29: 9-28

The Presbyterian Church, Coshocton, Ohio

Pastor Karen Crawford

July 26, 2020

Audio file:

The God Whose Ways Are Higher Than Ours
Jacob and Rachel

Her name was Judith Ellen Brushwood Erickson. She went by “Judy” or “Mom” as her only daughter, Jennifer, said with a smile at her graveside service on Friday morning. Jennifer had driven from Maryland with her husband, Reese, the night before. She had held her mother’s hand as she passed away July 18. Judy was 78. She had been a widow since 1988.

We gathered at the cemetery— a half dozen family members, funeral director, and cemetery workers, who served as pall bearers. They set the casket on the stand under the tent—and then, something I had never seen before. It was opened and set up as if we were preparing for a viewing and visitation. The funeral director invited the family to gather under the tent so the service could begin.

Everyone was wearing a mask, including me, throughout the service. It was particularly strange because I had never seen their faces, and they had never seen mine. We had met for the first time at the grave. We experienced a holy and intimate moment with our faces covered, each of us being careful to maintain social distance.

It was a humbling experience, being led by the Spirit to do something, once again, out of my comfort zone—for the sake of the Lord and caring for God’s people. Later, I thought, truly, our thoughts are not God’s thoughts. Our ways are not God’s ways, as Isaiah says. But if we trust Him, he will make his ways known to us. He will be faithful. With each passing moment. Day by day.

Jacob in Genesis 29 is, like so many of us these days, frequently surprised and dismayed at the twists and turns, ups and downs, in his life. He may not be living in a pandemic that we know of, but he will go through some terrible times. He will endure a severe famine that will lead him to pick up and leave the country with his family to live as refugees in Egypt. And perhaps saddest of all, he will lose his beloved wife, Rachel, giving birth to their son, Benjamin, in Genesis 35. She will be buried on the road to Bethlehem.

God confirms, throughout these terrible days, that He is still with Jacob and his family.

In today’s reading in the 29th chapter, Jacob is on his way to Haran, fleeing from his home because of his brother Esau’s threats to kill him for stealing the blessing of the first born. Jacob is also seeking a wife among his mother, Rebekah’s kin.

 Is it a coincidence that when Jacob stops for water at the well, he runs into some shepherds who know Laban, his mother’s brother? I don’t believe in coincidence!  Soon, he runs into Rachel, Laban’s younger daughter, a shepherdess, at the well, come to water her father’s flocks. He sees her and is moved to serve her, helping to roll the great stone from the well’s mouth so that her father’s flocks may drink. It is love at first sight. He kisses her and weeps aloud before he tells her that he is her father’s relative; he is Rebekah’s son.

It must be love at first sight for Rachel, though we never know, for sure, because the Bible doesn’t say. She IS excited as she runs to tell her father, who runs to meet him, and they embrace and kiss him and bring him into their home. He stays one month with Laban’s family; then his uncle offers to pay him for the work he has been doing. Jacob is such a romantic! He offers to work for free for 7 years if Laban allows him to marry Rachel.

I think the wheels are turning in Laban’s mind right from the start. He didn’t have any plans to give Rachel in marriage to Jacob in 7 years, did he?  Listen to the promise he makes. He doesn’t actually lie; he just doesn’t tell the whole truth. Laban says, “Well, it is better that I give her to you than another man. Stay with me.” What he doesn’t say is that he is going to get Jacob drunk at a feast when the 7 years are up and he will send his older, less attractive daughter, Leah, in to Jacob. Once they have spent the night together, she is his wife.

Verse 25 hints at Jacob’s state of mind when he wakes up after his wedding night. “When morning came, it was Leah!” This brief sentence conveys all the shock of his discovery; Laban has deceived him! And the rabbis’ point out, just as Jacob had deceived his father, Isaac, pretending to be his older brother Esau so that he might steal the blessing.

Sometimes it’s true—what goes around, comes around. Or maybe it’s just that the seeds we sow will eventually bear fruit. Good or bad, the choice is ours.

Jacob responds emotionally, “What is this that you have done to me? Did I not serve with you for Rachel? Why then have you deceived me?”

You can almost imagine Laban shrugging his shoulders. He doesn’t admit to any deception or wrongdoing. He’s a politician. He puts the blame on Jacob for being an outsider and ignorant of their ways. Jacob should have known better! “This is not done in our country—giving the younger before the first born.”

So Laban gets 14 years of free labor from Jacob, instead of just 7, as he had offered. Jacob gets 2 wives instead of one, and they come with personal handmaids, Zilpah and Bilhah. Servants aren’t usually named in the Bible, but these are important to the family tree. Jacob will father children with them, in addition to Leah and Rachel. For their mistresses will be in competition for who can give Jacob the most children. The servants will be commanded to sleep with their master so they can bear children that Leah and Rachel will claim as their own.

With all this deception and intrigue, I don’t want you to miss that this IS a love story—a story of promises kept by Jacob, one of God’s chosen. Remember, Jacob has the blessing of Abraham, through his father, Isaac. All the families of the earth will be blessed through Jacob’s descendants. Jacob says that the 7 years that passed while he was working for Laban and anticipating marriage to Rachel, “seemed to him but a few days because of the love he had for her.”

So what does this story reveal about the character of God who can use sinful humanity, such as Laban, to accomplish God’s good purposes? It wasn’t Jacob’s plan to have Leah and Rachel as his wives, but it was God’s plan. This was so that Jacob would father 12 sons, who would become the 12 tribes of Israel. And yes, Rachel would always be his favorite wife, as were her two sons, Joseph and Benjamin. His favoritism of Joseph, giving him a special coat, led to his brothers’ hatred and attempted murder, throwing him into a pit and leaving him for dead. But if Laban hadn’t tricked Jacob into marrying both Leah and Rachel, then Joseph would never have ended up in Egypt, where he would become the second most powerful man, next to Pharaoh. After years of struggle and suffering that would shape Joseph’s character, he was in the right place at the right time; God’s gift of dream interpretation to Joseph would change the world.

Joseph would not hold his brothers’ sins against them, years later. They would bow down to him and beg for his forgiveness. “Do not be afraid,” he would assure them in Genesis 50. “Am I in the place of God?  As for you, what you intended against me for evil, God intended for good, in order to accomplish a day like this—to preserve the lives of many people.”

This sounds like our Romans reading today! How all things work together for good for those who love God and are called according to His purposes.

***

At the service on Friday, I invited the family to share memories of Judy. This isn’t usual for a committal, but then there had been no funeral, and these are extraordinary times. One by one, everyone spoke—telling about the Ohio State grad, who after she moved away, would return to Coshocton and attend OSU football games. She loved to watch the marching band perform Script Ohio. She moved to Maryland,  had a daughter, Jennifer, and found work as a librarian for the Engineering Library (EPSL) of University of Maryland. She was a science fiction buff who liked to go to sci-fi conventions and see people dressed up as characters from Battlestar Galactica or Star Trek. She liked to attend Renaissance Festivals. She was a certified master gardener and member of the Beltsville Garden Club. She grew perennials and vegetables and was well known for her tomatoes. She liked to eat them right off the vine, was an expert at canning, and gave many of her canned tomatoes away.

She was a genealogist and a member of the Daughters of the American Revolution, serving as a docent at the DAR museum. She was a quilter and a good cook.

She was kind and would be remembered for her kindness.

As stories were shared, I was blessed by the life of a soul I had never met. And I got to know some family members who still live here, including her brother, John. I couldn’t see his smile, but his eyes lit up when he told me about all the cans of Judy’s tomatoes that are still in their family home. We joked that maybe they shouldn’t be eaten if they are decades old!

It makes me wonder if these connections that were made that day, relationships that were forged in this unusual time for us and our church, community, and nation, will be important in God’s plan in ways we might never know.

I find comfort and joy in Isaiah’s assurance, that “God’s thoughts are not our thoughts. His ways…not our ways.” Especially when I listen to the news, and it always seems to be bad news. We still have Labans in the world: people who break their promises or just fail to tell the whole truth to look out for their own interests. We don’t always know whom we can trust in this world, just as Jacob didn’t know Laban was going to break his promise after he had lived with him and worked for him for 7 years!

We can trust God and His Word. And we can be trustworthy, promise keepers, revealing the goodness of the Lord through our love, poured into our hearts by the Holy Spirit. We can be like Judith Erickson, remembered for her kindness.

God will be faithful to keep his covenant with us in Jesus Christ, his only Son, who died for our sins. God will keep all his promises to us! We can trust in the God whose thoughts are not our thoughts. The God whose ways are higher than ours.

Let us pray.

Holy One, thank you for keeping all your promises to us—your promise of presence, of forgiveness, of love, of eternal life with you beginning in this world. Forgive us for feeling frustrated when things don’t go the way we want them to go and for doubting your perfect plans for us, no matter what happens. Help us to be content in all circumstances. Strengthen our faith. Thank you for your promise to use us to build your Kingdom and to work through all things in our lives—people, events, jobs, illness and loss—all things to accomplish your good purposes through those whom you have called. Lead us in the way of everlasting, in your ways that are higher than ours. In Christ we pray. Amen.

July 19, 2020 Virtual Worship

The Presbyterian Church, 142 N. 4th St., Coshocton, OH 43812

Pastor Karen Crawford

Jacob’s Ladder

Liturgists: Debbie Clark, Mary Ann Gill and Jim Gill

Musicians: Pam, Debbie Clark, Mary Ann Gill, and Mark Wagner

Prelude: The Majesty and Glory of Your Name, based on Psalm 8; Tom Fettke, composer; Linda Lee Johnson, lyricist; Jeff Bennett, arranger; Keith A. Collins, video credit; Mark Wagner, Piano

The Majesty and Glory of Your Name

Greeting/Announcements: Pastor Karen

Greeting with Pastor Karen

Opening Sentences: Jim Gill

July 19, 2020 Opening Sentences with Jim Gill

O Lord, our Sovereign, how majestic is

your name in all the earth!

You have set your glory above the heavens.

When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers,

the moon and the stars that you have established;

what are human beings that you are mindful of them,

mortals that you care for them?

Yet you have made them a little lower than God

and crowned them with glory and honor.

Let us worship our majestic Lord.

Gathering Prayer: Mary Ann Gill

July 19, 2020 Gathering Prayer with Mary Ann Gill

Hymn: Blessed Assurance (Fannie Crosby), Countdown Orchestra and Choir

Blessed Assurance (Fannie Crosby)

Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! O what a foretaste of glory divine! Heir of salvation, purchase of God, Born of His Spirit, washed in His blood. This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long; this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long. Perfect submission, perfect delight!

Visions of rapture now burst on my sight; Angels descending bring from above Echoes of mercy, whispers of love. This is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long; this is my story, this is my song, praising my Savior all the day long. praising my Savior all the day long.

Call to Confession/Prayer of Confession/Assurance of Pardon with Pastor Karen

Call to Confession/Prayer of Confession/Assurance of Pardon with Pastor Karen

Merciful God, your creatures cry—creation groans—but we turn away; we surround ourselves with noise. We are quick to excuse ourselves from responsibility: we are young; we are old; we are tired; we are busy. It is hard to imagine that we might make a difference. Life-giving God, wash us clean. Restore our imaginations and our hearts. Let your courage and compassion flow through our veins until we love with abandon and our hands reach out in blessing, for the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the children of God. Amen.

Time with Children and Youth

Angels on a Ladder
Jacob’s Ladder Craft

Song of Praise: Peace in Christ with Claire Ryann Crosby and her father, Dave Crosby

Peace in Christ, Claire Ryann Crosby and Dave Crosby

Prayer for Illumination/Romans 8:12–25: Mary Ann Gill

July 19, 2020 Prayer for Illumination and Romans 8:12-25

Matthew 13:24-30, 36-43: Debbie Clark

This is the Gospel of the Lord. Praise to you, O Christ!

July 19, 2020 Matthew reading with Debbie Clark

Genesis 28:10–19a: Pastor Karen

This is the Word of the Lord. Thanks be to God!

Genesis 28:1-19a with Pastor Karen

Anthem: We Are Climbing Jacob’s Ladder (Traditional), Bernice Johnson Reagon

Message: Surely the Lord Is in This Place! Pastor Karen

Surely the Lord Is in This Place!

Hymn: There’s a Sweet, Sweet Spirit in This Place (Doris Akers), The Adventist Vocal Ensemble and the congregation of St. John’s, Hackney, North London

There’s a Sweet, Sweet Spirit in This Place, The Adventist Vocal Ensemble and the congregation of St. John’s, Hackney, North London

There’s a sweet sweet spirit in this place
And I know that it’s the spirit of the Lord.
There are sweet expression on each face
And I know that it’s the presence of the Lord.
Sweet holy spirit
Sweet heavenly dove
Stay right here with us
Filling us with your love.
And for this blessings
We lift our hands in praises
Without a doubt we know
That we have been revived
When we shall leave this place.

Invitation to the Offering with Pastor Karen

Invitation to the Offering with Pastor

Offertory: I Don’t Know About Tomorrow (Ira F. Stanphill) Mary Ann Gill and Debbie Clark with Pam McMorrow, Piano

I Know Who Holds Tomorrow (Ira F. Stanphill) with Debbie Clark and Mary Ann Gill

Prayer of Dedication and Lord’s Prayer with Pastor Karen

Prayer of Dedication and Lord’s Prayer with Pastor

God of mystery and grace, you have met us and blessed us with such abundant promise. In gratitude we offer what we carry in our hearts and our pockets. As we bring these worn and freighted offerings, we pray that you would use us, for we come in the name of Jesus and by the movement of your Spirit in this place. Our Father who art in heaven hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our debts as we forgive our debtors; and lead us not into temptation but deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.

Charge/Benediction

Charge and Benediction with Pastor Karen

Postlude: Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus (Louisa M.R. Stead) Pam McMorrow, Piano

Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus (Louisa M.R. Stead)

Message for Children and Youth

Pastor Karen Crawford

The Presbyterian Church, Coshocton, Ohio

July 19, 2020

Genesis 28:12

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12He had a dream in which he saw a stairway resting on the earth, with its top reaching to heaven, and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it.

Angels on a Ladder

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Song of Praise: Peace in Christ with Claire Ryann Crosby and her father, Dave Crosby

Peace in Christ, Claire Ryann Crosby and Dave Crosby

Surely the Lord Is in This Place!

Meditation on Genesis 28:10-19a

The Presbyterian Church, Coshocton, Ohio

Pastor Karen Crawford

July 19, 2020

Jacob’s Ladder; Detail from early 20th century stained glass from St Elvan’s parish church, Aberdare, United Kingdom. This shows the Old Testament story of Jacob’s Ladder – popularly known as the “Stairway to Heaven”. It was dedicated in 1911 to Thomas and Anne Wayne.
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      The weather was hot and humid on Saturday when I presided over two funerals. I had a graveside at 11 and a service in our main sanctuary at 2, followed by a graveside at 3:30.

     Yesterday morning, it got to me—all the changes and obstacles to ministry in the time of COVID-19. I had seen the Layton girls at the 11 a.m. service—the first time since March—and I couldn’t even give them a hug. And here their aunt had passed.  If there is any time in ministry when hugs are necessary, it’s at the death of a loved one. They looked at my shyly, wearing my mask, as if they didn’t recognize me. Sometimes, I’m sure it gets to you—all the changes we have to make, everything we have to think about now. How complicated everything is. And for how long?

     Jim was filling the hummingbird feeder when I came home in between the services. I decided to join him and fill the other bird feeders with seed. Just when I had removed the top of the tube feeder and had started to pour the seed, I felt God speak to me. “I am with you, you know, wherever you go,” he said. Other scripture flooded my mind, then, bringing me comfort and peace. “Where can I go from your spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? If I ascend to heaven, you are there; if I make my bed in Sheol, you are there. If I take the wings of the morning and settle at the farthest limits of the sea, even there your hand shall lead me, and your right hand shall hold me fast.” (Psalm 139:7-10) “You will seek Me and find Me when you search for Me with all your heart.” (Jeremiah 29:13) “In him we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17:28) “And remember, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.” (Matthew 28:20) And today’s passage in Genesis 28, Know that I am with you and will keep you wherever you go.”

     For the rest of the day, I was determined to look for the Lord with me, claiming the promise of Jeremiah 29– that He would be found, if I searched with all my heart.

     The afternoon service was almost unbearably hot in our main sanctuary. How on earth did Presbyterians suffer through summer services years ago without air conditioning? I guess the answer is, they just suffered.

     But God was still with me. I mopped the sweat from my face and laughed to myself as I thought of the TV preachers, who are always sweaty when they preach fire and brimstone.

   When I had first arrived at church, the funeral director told me the piper had come. I laughed out loud. “I didn’t know we had a piper,” I answered. I was still smiling behind my mask when he showed up in full costume—big, furry hat, tartan and thick Scottish accent. Because of the heat, he wanted to play in the church, rather than at the grave. And it was fine.

    I felt God’s presence in the widow’s whisper of, “Thank you! The service was perfect!” She hadn’t minded that the piper had played “Amazing Grace,” the one song the family had asked us not to play because it was too sad.

    I felt the joy of the Lord when I looked out and saw so many small children in worship and heard babies making sounds. When one mother tried to take her baby out, I said, “Oh, don’t leave. Please stay.”

    I felt the grace of God in those moments of relief from the stifling heat–in my air-conditioned office and the air-conditioned hearse on the ride to and from the cemetery.

    And when our custodian surprised me, holding the church door open when I returned from the second graveside service, offering me a cold, Diet Coke.

    “Yes, please!” I said.

***

   Sometimes it takes something bad to happen to look for God with our whole heart and be reassured that the Lord has been there all along.

    This is what happens to Jacob in Genesis 28. He has left home and family, fleeing his brother’s anger. Esau, his elder twin, has made threats on his life because Jacob, with the help of his mother, Rebekah, has tricked their father, Isaac, into giving him the blessing of Abraham. It will be Jacob’s descendants who will be like the dust of the earth and will be “spread abroad to the west and to the east and to the north and to the south.” It will be Jacob’s offspring who will be a blessing to the world.

    Jacob has fled for his own safety but also to find his future wife from his mother’s family in Haran. Esau has already married outside their faith, family, and culture to two women who have made life bitter for Rebekah and Isaac. This won’t do for Jacob. He promises his mother he will not marry a Canaanite.

   His journey will connect him to his ancestors. Abraham and Sarah have taken this same route from Beersheba to Haran. This journey is unusual because Jacob is alone. He hasn’t brought any of the family’s servants or any comforts from home, from his parents’ considerable wealth. Jacob is a man of tents, who likes to cook, not a hunter who enjoys the great outdoors, like his brother, Esau. The cold, hard ground in the wilderness makes for Jacob an uncomfortable bed. He sleeps with a rock as a pillow for his head.

   This isn’t a random location. Notice the repeated use of the word place, underscoring its importance, though Jacob doesn’t understand why, at first. “He came to a certain place… Taking one of the stones of the place, he put it under his head and lay down in that place….” Then, after his dream of the ladder or staircase leading from earth to heaven and the angels going up and down, he hears God’s voice repeating the promise made to his ancestors of land, offspring, and blessing—for his descendants and all the families of the earth. What he hears in verse 15 calms his fears and gives him hope. God has a plan! “Know that I am with you,” says the Lord, “and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land; for I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.’”

   When Jacob wakes up, he is afraid. This is the first time he has heard God’s voice! It won’t be the last. He realizes that the place he has chosen to rest is a place that God has chosen for him, just as the path of his life has already been made; he just needs courage to walk it. Where he has slept “is none other than the house of God… the gate of heaven.” This is where Abraham “pitched his tent,” built an altar, and called upon God in Genesis 12:8 and 13:3-4.  ‘Surely the Lord is in this place—and I did not know it!” Jacob says. “How awesome is this place.”

   When he rises to continue his journey, he takes the stone that was his pillow and sets it upright as a pillar or monument to God. He pours oil on it, a sign of divine anointing. He calls the place Bethel, which in Hebrew, means “House of God.”

   Friends, wherever you are right now is a holy place. You are in the presence of God! And you might not realize it, but YOU are a House for God because the Holy Spirit lives in you. In this life of worship that we lead, we are continually on a journey of faith. We each have a path that has been made for us. We just need the courage to walk it.

      We all have stuff behind us in our past. A friend of mine calls it “baggage.” The older we get, the more baggage we have. Jacob had lots of baggage—a brother that he fought with and deceived, tricked him when he was tired and hungry into giving away his birthright for bread and lentil stew. He has lied to his father and deceived him, as well, stealing the blessing that belonged to Esau. He has guilt, fear, remorse, perhaps, and definitely sadness at all he has lost because of his actions. As a mother, I keep thinking about poor Rebekah, who loves him so much, and now her favorite son must leave and never return. How her heart must be aching—and Jacob has caused this grief.

    Only a gracious and loving God could take this mess of Jacob’s life and use him and his offspring to be a blessing for all the families of the earth. Only a gracious and loving God could take this mess in our world right now and use us with all our baggage to bring about his glorious purposes.

    The God who can and will complete a good work in us in Jesus Christ is waiting for us right now to come to Him, right where we are, and be still and know. This is the Lord who is with us always, even to the end of the age. The God in whom we live and move and have our being. This is the God who wants us to seek Him, who promises to be found, when we search for Him with all our heart. The God who gives dreams and visions to ordinary folks like Jacob and you and me, stirring us to respond with awe and wonder, “Surely the Lord is in this place and we didn’t even know it.”

    This God is speaking to us now, saying, “Know that I am with you and will keep you wherever you go.”

Let us pray.

Holy One, we live in a broken world and struggle with our weaknesses, our baggage. Make your presence known to us as we seek you with all our heart. Grant us your vision for a brighter tomorrow. Help us to be bearers of hope and share the good news of your love and grace, revealed in Jesus Christ. Speak to us so that we can hear you, know your will and obey. Give us strength to walk by faith on your righteous path, though the journey may be uncomfortable, at times, and we may feel lost and alone. Remind us that our every breath comes from you. Every hair on our head is counted by you. Only you know the number of our days and every word we are going to say. Thank you for your love and promise to keep us wherever we go. In Christ we pray. Amen.

Waiting with Eager Longing

Meditation on Romans 8:18-32, 35, 37-39

In Memory of Bill Timmons

Aug. 14, 1927-May 14, 2020

The Presbyterian Church, Coshocton, Ohio

Pastor Karen Crawford

July 18, 2020

Celebration of Life for Bill Timmons and Witness to the Resurrection on July 18, 2020
Art by Carrie Wild

     It didn’t matter that the chameleons were going to die within months of Bill setting them loose to feast on bugs in his backyard. The point was that in those three or four months of freedom—so much better than their life crowded into a dirty tank in a pet store—the tropical creatures would have abundant life, like they never had before.

     Bill Timmons was a man who truly LIVED. He was a hard worker, a doer, an outside the box thinker, someone who liked to take things apart just to see how things fit together and worked, a risk taker, someone who wasn’t afraid to express his opinion, even if no one else in the room shared his beliefs.

     He had his first paying job at the age of 5, growing up on a farm near Canal Lewisville. He earned a nickel every evening when he climbed Hay’s Hill and brought home the neighbor’s cow. Later, his entrepreneurial spirit would lead him to build a chicken coop in their backyard and keep several hens for fresh eggs. His parents must have recognized the importance of giving responsibility to children at a young age, having high expectations so that they are challenged to live up to them and quite possibly exceed them. This made an impression on Bill because that is how he treated his own four daughters—encouraging them to learn everything they could learn, be everything they could be, do everything they dreamed of doing. Everyone was expected to go to college and work hard. His high expectations and encouragement continued with his grandchildren, whether it was learning to tie shoes or going to dental school. He was proud of them all.

    Bill also worked as a paper boy, and, in high school, for the Farmer’s Exchange on Hickory Street, feeding livestock; mowing, raking and loading hay; and working on various farms while the men were away fighting in WWII.

Bill Timmons delivering newspapers

    Bill wasn’t all work and no play. He was a drummer and formed a band. The Bill Timmons orchestra played gigs at Lake Park and other local dances. He was small in stature but still enjoyed sports. He played junior varsity football and took a beating from kids much bigger than he. A friend of his younger brother, Bob, admired Bill for having the guts to play against guys who were 75 pounds heavier or more. He was a fighter.

    He never took the easy way out. His father was a colonel in the Army in WWII, and he could have arranged for Bill to go to Officers Candidates School. I can just imagine the conversation Bill had with his dad. I wonder if his father was as stubborn as Bill? Bill, instead, enlisted in the regular army when he graduated from high school in 1945. After boot camp, he was stationed in the Philippines and in Occupied Japan. The Army, recognizing his keen intelligence, placed him with the Cryptology Section of The Army Security Agency Pacific. His military experiences would lead him to work for veterans. Bill initiated the idea of the Killed in Action bridge-naming project in Coshocton County. Since 2003, about 100 bridges have been named to honor local soldiers who lost their lives serving their country in WWII.

    After the War, Bill went to college. He transferred to Ohio State from Denison to earn a business degree. He worked his way through college by driving a cab and selling Cut-Co Knives door-to- door. He met Mary on a blind, double date. He chose the tall blonde who was a student at Ohio Wesleyan. She wouldn’t have gone if it weren’t for her sorority sister who persuaded her. Bill pursued Mary, calling her at 3 a.m. in the dorm just to talk. They had other dates, fell in love, and got engaged.

    They were married in her parents’ backyard in Washington, PA, on June 23, 1950. When they returned to Coshocton, Bill worked for his father and then started Yankee Wire Cloth in 1963, with Mary and a partner in an old skating rink in West Lafayette. One couldn’t start a small business without hope and caring for one’s neighbor, the beloved community, regardless of its size. He and Mary had opportunities to sell the business over the years, but what would happen to the employees and their families and the town? Some things are more important than money.

    He and Mary have given generously of their time and resources to make a difference in the lives of many people. They have supported the Presbyterian Church, the animal shelter, Coshocton Hospital, Coshocton Foundation, The Women’s Shelter, The Salvation Army, Pomerene Center for the Arts,  Johnson-Humrickhouse Museum, Central Ohio Technical College, Coshocton Community Choir, Kno-Ho-Co Head Start, The Footlight Players, Roscoe Village Foundation, as well as the Girl Scouts, Coshocton Redskins, and Little League, among other groups. They opened their home to an exchange student from South Africa. Bill and Mary were honored in 2012 with The Coshoctonian Award.

     Bill loved his family, most of all. He and Mary raised four girls together, providing a loving home that regularly welcomed neighborhood children. Bill dug a pond in their backyard so the kids would have a place to ice skate in winter and fish in summer. Bill and Mary have shared a love for critters and compassion for those in need, housing many rescue animals in their homes and well as feeding many others from their back porch. He and Mary allowed one neighbor to board her horses in their backyard. They had a pony named Perk, along with dogs, cats, ducks, geese, fish, rabbits, mice, and, of course, chameleons, one that was named Wilbur. Bill fed him mealworms on a toothpick.

     Janie remembers when her father scooped up a little black dog that had been hit by a car and “left for dead.” He took the animal to a vet and received a call several days later, saying, “Your dog is ready to come home.” They already had a dog, Mopsy, so they had planned on finding him a home. They did. They named him Mike, and he stayed with them.

    Their family grew over the years to include 9 grandchildren and 4 great grandchildren. Bill remained strongly involved in their lives. He and Mary made time to vacation with their daughters and their families on Fripp Island for 17 years. They traveled to be present at grandchildren’s births, baptisms, soccer games, tennis matches, Eagle Scout ceremonies, and Grandparent’s Day in elementary school. Bill once served as a stand-in for Clay for a Scout tent- camping trip with Tyler.

    The daughters never questioned Bill’s love and support. They shared stories with me of how they got into trouble when they were young, some of which Mary didn’t know about. Each time, Bill showed grace and mercy. He made sure they learned their lesson and made amends, apologizing when apologies were needed. Always, there was forgiveness and restoration.

    Our Romans reading speaks of the restoration and forgiveness we have with our Heavenly Father.  He did not withhold His only Son but gave him up for us because of our sin and His love and desire to be reconciled with us. But our rebirth and the transformation of all creation is a process. It has begun, and it’s painful sometimes. Paul compares it to birth pangs. And yet, we are in a state of eager longing, waiting and hoping for what is to come–our transformation into the Son’s likeness and our new, abundant lives with Him. This kind of reminds me of the tankful of chameleons that Bill bought for a price to set them free so they would live abundantly.

      And similar to the lost and stray creatures that Bill and Mary adopted over the years and gave tender, loving care, the Lord has adopted us, forever. We have become the children of God. The Spirit is continually praying for us throughout our trials and suffering, even now, as we grieve. God will do a healing work in us, when the world doesn’t seem to care or understand our grief or expects us to just get over it and get on with things.

     Remember that you are never alone in your pain and sorrow. When Bill and Mary were separated because of the virus, their love didn’t end. It is this way with our Lord for all eternity.

    “Neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor rulers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Amen.

Link to Bill Timmons’ Obituary:

https://legcy.co/396cuPM

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