For the past twelve weeks, we as a church have been walking through "The Story".  "The Story" is a chronological telling of the narrative of scripture.  It has been a great study so far and has inspired many to read the Bible for the first time.  This past week, in looking at the Regret of King David's life, the following statement has rolled over and over in my mind.  "It does no good to die for love if you won't live for love."   King David after hearing the news of Absalom's death, couldn't be consoled and cried out, "my son, Absalom, I would that I had died for you"...  2 Samuel 18:33

David is overcome with grief for the death of his son. Te problem is while Absalom was alive David wouldn't bring himself to restore their relationship.  The story is complicated.  David's oldest son Amnon rapes his sister Tamar and David does nothing about it.  Absalom vindicates Tamar's honor and flees for fear of his life.  David has to be talked into letting Absalom return home.  Here is the kicker.  David wouldn't look him in the eye and talk things out and bring restoration.  David wouldn't call him son.  At least not until his death.  Then David wishes he had died for Absalom.

But what if David had just lived for Absalom?  What if David had acknowledged his failings and worked to restore the relationship?  What if? What if?  We will never truly know.  What I do know is that I meet with families all the time that talk about loving each other and being willing to die for such and such, but at that moment their not willing to live for them.  Decisions today that bring health and healing into relationships are more important than end of life statements that suggest you may die for someone.  Live for them now.  Live in Truth.  Live in Faithfulness.  Live in Compassion.  Live in Righteousness.  Live in love!  You won't have to say you'll die for them.  They will know!

In a few hours one of the most exciting things will happen since my family moved to California.  At 6pm, over fifteen churches will come together to make much of Jesus.  There won't be a rock star speaker or a signed recording artist.  There will be a gathering of Spirit filled, Spirit led believers joining to lift up and seek the name, renown, power and healing of Jesus.  For a couple of months God has been bringing Pastors together to seek the good of this community.  Tonight is a next step in believers shining God's light and love in the Foothills. 

I have prayed for this since coming to Northern California.  God began stirring this in me back in June.  Here we go...  One Night, One Church, One Jesus....  So Ready to Ignite the Foothills!!!!

Over the past couple of weeks I have had a lot of time to think about God's kindness towards me.  I have had more than a few close calls where my life could have ended.  I have no cliche answer for why I have been spared and allowed to keep going.   One part of this most recent accident has had great impact on me. 

As I was being attended to and rushed to the hospital, Jennifer was receiving a call from CHP (California Highway Patrol).  I realize she received mostly good news, but the reality of that call is that once the officer identified himself she immediately anticipated hearing I was dead.  The officer informed her I was alive and on the way to the hospital, but in those moments our minds go to worse case scenario. 

I grieve the grief and fear that came over my wife in those moments.  I now know that the call scared her greatly.  Once she realized I was alive and where to find me, she then had to go into management mode. In some ways her grieving was put on hold as she had to think through what needed to be done. Fortunately we had a great friend come watch the kids and set up others to help and another friend brought her to the Hospital where I was taken. 

It just further cements the great value of having friends who will be there when you need them.  Not just people who will drive by but those who will be reliably there.  Ultimately God is the one who is always reliably there, but faithful friends are just amazing gifts.  In those first chaotic moments, those friends who came to watch our kids and take Jennifer to the hospital spoke to our kids about what was happening, prayed over them and reassured them.

So not only was God gracious to spare me, He also took great care to provide faithful friends to cover my family and their fear and sorrow.  God has been reminding me in amazing ways that I am not alone.  I am surrounded by faithful followers who are there.  My beautiful wife and family are surrounded by faithful followers.  It is too easy to forget that.  Hopefully it won't take a near death experience for me to be reminded of God's ever present help in the form of His body the church! 

I am so humbled and amazed at the amazing lengths God has gone to show us His love for us.  Our calling is to respond in gratitude to His work in our life.  We have many opportunities to be the hands and feet of Jesus to those around us.  In doing so, we might just be the reminder someone desperately needs that they are not alone!

I took a ten week sabbatical from writing.  I needed to focus on some pressing matters as well as not make public things happening in our life.  Not bad things, just things that couldn't be publicized at the time.

The biggest and most awesome of events over that time was the adoption of our beautiful baby girl!!  Hattie Belle Kelley came into the world June 19th and has absolutely owned me ever since.  To be truthful she owns all of us.  The boys are as in love with her as Jennifer and I are.  We have been greatly blessed with her presence in our family. 

Two weeks ago, life came to a screeching halt.  While riding into work on my motorcycle, I had an Chevy come over on me and create a life altering situation.  By the grace of God I am alive.  My body is broken up but it will mend.  I received incredible care from the moment of the accident; a nurse was in the car behind me when the wreck occurred. I was wonderfully taken care of by the Trauma staff at Sutter Roseville Medical Center and have been nursed back to health by my amazing wife and kids.  My church family has provided food, support, encouragement, prayers, presence, and more during this time.  It has been absolutely incredible to receive the care from our village.  From the adoption to the accident, Gold Country Church has literally met every need.

So let me use this first day back writing to just say thank you!  Thank you for allowing us to experience the love of Christ through his people.  Thank you for continuing to live out the love we planted this church on.  Thank you for once again proving the church, when it is working is a compassion incubator.  Thank you for the way my family has received what Jesus intended.

People are people.  People long to be loved, valued, and encouraged.  People can be viewed in a variety of ways.  Usually by the way we view and treat others we have that returned.  In our lives, the Kelley family has been blessed with amazing people from literally across the globe.  We are humbled, amazed, and honored that so many have poured love and value into us. 

Tonight was a terrific example of that love.  What I have seen our leaders do for others in the past two years, we were the recipients of tonight.  They gathered in our living room, shared food and conversation and then gently laid hands and prayed over us.  There were kind words of affirmation, petitions to our Father, and blessings spoken over us. 

So many don't know that kind of church community.  So many long for that very thing.  We have been blessed by it for many years of ministry.  We have and are giving our lives to helping others experience it!  Tonight was a reminder of why that truly is the biblical, life giving, loving and Spirit filled model of leadership.  People loving people with a love that originates in God and transforms others!  We are grateful to be among that kind of people!

good guy athletes!

This  is a reprint of something Max Lucado wrote concerning the San Antonio Spurs and more precisely, the Admiral, David Robinson.  I love guys like this!  Incredible athlete but even more an incredible husband, father and child of God!

Classy, Not Sassy

 

Photo: SAExpressNews 2003

The San Antonio Spurs make people yawn. I’ve read the reports: when the basketball team plays, most of the nation tunes out. Our city goes whacko, but, to the dismay of television networks, sports fans slide into summer hibernation. They are the winningest pro franchise in the country over the last 15 years, but, for the lack of hype, you’d think they were cellar dwellers of a bowling league.
I think I know why. The Spurs have fostered the rarest of qualities in pro sports: humility.  Humility climbed off the plane a couple of decades ago in the form of David  Robinson. Bigger markets offered more lights and hype, but David was content with playtime and victories. I’ve called David a friend for most of those years. I’ve seen the rings he won, the honors he’s received, but I’ve never seen a chest bump or a court side strut.  I’ve seen David pray often and preach occasionally, but I’ve never seen him swing an elbow or get a coach fired.  I’ve heard him brag about his wife, kids and Savior, but I’ve never heard him bemoan his salary or city.
David paved the way for Tim Duncan who quietly goes about the task of winning championships (four and counting) and scoring baskets. Then there are the covey of former Spurs who seem determined to love every kid and visit every school in San Antonio: Sean Elliot, Bruce Bowen, George Gervin. Classy.
I’m not going to overdo this. I’m a pastor, not a sportswriter. But this much needs to be said. Every so often someone does it right. This team did, and does. It’s good to know that humility is alive and well on the basketball court. Even if the rest of the country snoozes.
Max Lucado
© 2013

My feeble attempt--- Mothers Day

Well, it is almost here.  Mothers Day!  For many, like me, it is a day to celebrate the amazing mother who gave birth to me.  A mother who sacrificed, served, loved, cooked, cleaned, drove, washed, folded, pressed, forgave, endured, stood by, stood with, stood out, cared, cried, and oh so much more!  Not only have I been blessed with a great mother, but also a mother in law.  A woman who has been mother to hundreds of foster kids as well as her own. 

I am also privileged to a front row seat to the unbelievable mother my wife is.  She continues to amaze me with the way she manages, loves, serves, cleans, ministers to, teaches, and on and on the list goes.  If that weren't enough, I get to see those same qualities in my daughter as she too is a fantastic mother to the greatest grand baby alive!   Mothers Day for many of us is a day we don't necessarily need to be reminded of the great gift we were given. 

You know whats coming... But.  But for many others this is one of the most painful days.  For many they didn't experience the kind of mother I did.  Maybe their mother died when they were young, maybe their mother didn't shower them with love and attention.  Maybe their mother was fighting so many demons they didn't have anything for anyone else.  I just know for those, this is a painful day. 

Some have allowed others, like my wife, to be the mother to their birth children.  Life circumstances, being overwhelmed, or other reasons have led some brave mothers to make the amazing life giving choice of adoption.  I say amazing because those mothers have allowed another to pour love and care knowing it is the right and best thing.  It isn't an easy thing, but it is brave!

And then there are those who want to be on the list.  The Mother's list.  They have begged and pleaded to have the joy of holding a little life or adopting a child needing the love they have.  Those empty arms are aching on a day like today.  I don't write this to cause them hurt or pain.  I write for us all to acknowledge their pain and be more aware of those who haven't had that desire fulfilled.   I'm not sure where the following originated, but I'm including it here because it says so much that needs to be said.  It prays a prayer that needs to prayed. 

To those who gave birth this year to their first child—we celebrate with you
To those who lost a child this year – we mourn with you
To those who are in the trenches with little ones every day and wear the badge of food stains – we appreciate you
To those who experienced loss this year through miscarriage, failed adoptions, or running away—we mourn with you
To those who walk the hard path of infertility, fraught with pokes, prods, tears, and disappointment – we walk with you. Forgive us when we say foolish things. We don’t mean to make this harder than it is.
To those who are foster moms, mentor moms, and spiritual moms – we need you
To those who have warm and close relationships with your children – we celebrate with you
To those who have disappointment, heart ache, and distance with your children – we sit with you
To those who lost their mothers this year – we grieve with you
To those who experienced abuse at the hands of your own mother – we acknowledge your experience
To those who lived through driving tests, medical tests, and the overall testing of motherhood – we are better for having you in our midst
To those who will have emptier nests in the upcoming year – we grieve and rejoice with you
And to those who are pregnant with new life, both expected and surprising –we anticipate with you
This Mother’s Day, we walk with you. Mothering is not for the faint of heart and we have real warriors in our midst. We remember you.

So Mother's Day is coming!  I hope it comes for those who are waiting!