January 14, 2018 11 AM Worship

Sunday Morning Worship at Christ Presbyterian Church.

 

 

1/14/18 11AM WORSHIP

Posted by Geoff McLean on Sunday, January 14, 2018

 

John 1:43-51                                                                                                   

The next day Jesus decided to go to Galilee. He found Philip and said to him, ‘Follow me.’ Now Philip was from Bethsaida, the city of Andrew and Peter. Philip found Nathanael and said to him, ‘We have found him about whom Moses in the law and also the prophets wrote, Jesus son of Joseph from Nazareth.’ Nathanael said to him, ‘Can anything good come out of Nazareth?’ Philip said to him, ‘Come and see.’ When Jesus saw Nathanael coming towards him, he said of him, ‘Here is truly an Israelite in whom there is no deceit!’ Nathanael asked him, ‘Where did you come to know me?’ Jesus answered, ‘I saw you under the fig tree before Philip called you.’ Nathanael replied, ‘Rabbi, you are the Son of God! You are the King of Israel!’ Jesus answered, ‘Do you believe because I told you that I saw you under the fig tree? You will see greater things than these.’ And he said to him, ‘Very truly, I tell you, you will see heaven opened and the angels of God ascending and descending upon the Son of Man.’

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December 31, 2017 – 11:00 AM Worship Service

December 31, 2017 11:00 AM Worship Service.

 

11 AM Worship… New Years Eve 2017

Posted by Geoff McLean on Sunday, December 31, 2017

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Candlelight Christmas Eve Service 2017

Candlelight Christmas Eve Service 2017

 

Posted by Geoff McLean on Sunday, December 24, 2017

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Family Christmas Eve Service 2017

Family Christmas Eve Service 2017

 

Family Christmas Eve

Posted by Geoff McLean on Sunday, December 24, 2017

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What does it mean to be a steward? (reblog with updates)

Stewardship is one of the most misunderstood practices in Christian life.  The word stewardship is only second to evangelism when it comes to the amount of baggage attached to it.  Chris Goulard, Pastor of Stewardship at Saddleback Church in California, points out this reality about the term stewardship as follows:

“Over the years, many well-meaning churches have misused the term stewardship. “Many have mischaracterized it and used it interchangeably with giving or—even worse—the annual stewardship message from the pastor who’s just talked about tithing,” Continue reading

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What Will God Do Next?

As was announced some time ago, we are saddened to lose Barbra Stefan as our Music Director. Barbara has been a blessing to our congregation and under her leadership our music ministry has flourished. Although we are disappointed by Barbara’s departure, we are glad she is going to be able to spend time with her family

If we are being honest we are more than disappointed, we are worried. Coming off such a wonderfully spirit-filled cantata we don’t want to see it all fall apart. Rest assured that God would not let this happen. Over the past few years we have been blessed to hire some highly skilled people to help us in our ministry. Personally, I have been amazed at how God has taken anxiety and trumped it by providing the right person at the right time.

Even still, I wanted to help ease some of the concerns about our music ministry. First and foremost, remember that God has plans for our vitality. We won’t be left alone in this challenge. Secondly, this is not a time for us to reorient our music ministry or make radical changes. We will be looking for someone to continue the hard work Barbara has begun and challenge us into the future. Finally, music will still have a central place in our worship and community.

At our last session meeting I conducted a brainstorming activity with them about this transition. The final words I wrote on the white board, in BOLD letters were, “CHILL OUT”. There is no need to think that this transition is a problem. In fact, we would be more faithful if we saw it as an opportunity. Please pray that God will be ever present in leading our congregation during this time of change. Also, pray that God will lead the person specifically chosen for us to our doors. Finally, pray a prayer of thanksgiving that we have been blessed with the faithful leadership of Barbara over that last six years and that her new adventure will be a rewarding.  

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Respecting the Dead… (Please Just Shut Up for a Moment)

I am surprised at what will trigger a memory. Often the memory that is jarred from the recesses of your mind seems to have little connection with whatever has caused it to surface. Yesterday’s shooting at a gay nightclub in Orlando seems like the farthest thing from the memory it brought back for me.

In the early nineties I was a volunteer firefighter while attending college. The events of this past weekend caused one of the hardest memories of that time to surface. It was a sunny Saturday in May and the tones rang out calling us to service. The report was for a rollover accident and it seemed almost impossible to fathom how such an accident could occur on the reported stretch of road. I made my way to the station, geared up and jumped on our rescue to head to the scene. The first engine radioed that the reports were true and that there were victims entrapped.   The scene was a very short code 3 response from the station and we were there in moments. The scene that greeted me was one that filled me with a deep sense of foreboding. The Jeep Cherokee had driven by me many times that day with teen girls hanging out of the windows and honking their horns. It was part of a tradition based around a dance competition held at the high school. A few years earlier my friends had done the same thing.

As is the case when a first responder is on a scene, it’s all business. You put on your game face and get the job done. The only problem was that it quickly became clear that there was not a job to be done. Two teenage girls (one of whom was a classmate’s sister) were crushed to death in an instant. A moment of teenage celebration quickly turned to tragedy. Once the reality set in that the situation was no longer a rescue but a accident investigation things shifted.

You might think that this memory was brought to mind because of the loss of life, or the sight of blue lights flashing behind a news reporter, but it wasn’t. This memory came to the front of my mind because of how people have been responding to this act of terror.

The work of rescue became a time of waiting. We tried to give the victims dignity but in many ways that was lost. In an era before social media and even cellphones word still spread fast. A large crowd of teens and parents had gathered at the scene. It wasn’t long until the crowd was a mix of tears and condemnation. It was more than the question why, but in an instant conversation turned into blame. The girls, school, parents, police all became subjects of people’s criticism and anger. This was not hours, days or weeks later; it was while we still had dead daughters and friends waiting to be taken to the local funeral home. I remember while I stood holding a tarp up around the body of one girl, thinking to myself why did her parents let her do this. There was plenty of blame to go around and lots of folks on the scene were trying to place it. (Read a NY Times article from 1994) Yet in an instant the need to place blame and solve the problems that led to the accident took a back seat. As a 20 year old college student I was asked to move behind the tarp and to hold the body of this young girl in a way that a police officer could take necessary pictures. In that moment I realized that victims need time. This young girl didn’t go out expecting for this to happen. Her parents set her on a course of life and hoped that all would be well. Here with her lifeless body in my hands and looking at her sweet, innocent face I was reminded that there is always time to place blame. There is always time for anger. There is always time to make changes but there is only one sacred time in a person’s life when we can honor them with a spiritual respect that puts a hold on judgment to show love.

In the days, weeks, months and years that followed that event many people called for change and education. The next time the competition rolled around there was a clear outlawing of reckless behavior. There was also a somber pall over the event for many years.

Again, I’m sure your wondering what this has to do with a mass shooting at a gay nightclub in Orlando. I feel a responsibility to be a voice for a peaceful spirit in times like this. I am ashamed by social media posts, news reports and political pundit statements that instantly make times like this into an opportunity to jump onto their soapbox. There is a great deal of action that must be taken to ensure that this doesn’t happen again.   Situations like this should help to shine a spotlight on issues and policies that allow or even cause this to happen. They should force us to tackle hard issues and make changes. Yet, timing is everything.

Within minutes of the news from Orlando making it to national news outlets the religious and political commentary began. While families were searching for their children and cellphones rang next to victims in the club, many were taking it as an opportunity to politicize. Religious groups quickly make it about God’s wrath or to perpetuate misinterpretations of Islam. Anti-gay, anti-Muslim, anti-immigration voices quickly took their positions. LGBTQ advocates, gun control law proponents seized that opportunity to make their points.

Perhaps it is a natural response to want to do something, but much is lost in all of that talk. The pain, suffering and anguish of families, friends and a community are turned into tools to advance a cause. This is why I was transported back to that day so long ago. Too often blame and guilt leads us to dehumanize victims. As I held that teen girls lifeless body I was reminded of my own need to keep my humanity. She wasn’t just a girl who died doing something careless. She was a child of God who needed to be honored with her full humanity. The victims of the Orlando shooting deserve a time of mourning and memorial before we turn them into tools to bludgeon each other with in political or religious debates. Again, don’t misunderstand me, their deaths must lead to vigorous debate that leads to appropriate changes in our systems so that such things never happen again. Still, we need to pay them proper respect. I don’t believe that turning their deaths into statements, post or memes that tear down one another within hours of their death shows them respect or honor. These innocent victims may very well become faces of a movement that helps prevent things like this in the future.   I just wish we gave them a moment to rest in peace before that time.

 

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“Take chances, make mistakes, get messy!” or Miss Frizzle as spiritual guide

MagicSchoolBus-620x323Recently, I was in a group of church leaders, Pastors and Elders, as we discussed how to make congregations more vital. Every time I am in this type of gathering, I am both saddened as well has filled with hope.

My sadness comes from the fact that so many of our bothers and sisters in Christ are struggling to continue their congregational ministry. Churches throughout our denomination, as well as many others, have seen a decline in their daily participation. It can be hard to see a vital future when the news of the day is continually telling us that we are “dying.”

I believe that one of the greatest obstacles facing the Church is that it is so focused on the past. Even people who weren’t involved in the church in the past have a grand impression of the church’s past. Christian cultural dominance of the past has led to what is viewed as a high water mark of the church. We are bound to that past like a stone around our neck. It drags us down and under. This is what truly saddens me. Good, faithful, loving Christians, who see what they are doing as being lesser because it doesn’t look, like the past.

One thing that I have come to value about the coach approach to leadership and life is that while the past can be informative, we must focus on future reality. We all remember when Churchill used the phrase, “Those who fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.” It is true; we need to learn both the positives and negatives of the past. Congregationally the stories we carry forward tell us a lot about who we are. The problem is that we often allow those stories to determine who we will be. As people of an ancient sacred story, we value our past, without it we actually don’t have a common calling. Continue reading

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Sunday’s Palms are Wednesday’s Ashes (Originally Posted 2-2013)

Today, I wanted to repost this article on Ash Wednesday from 2013.  Join us tonight for our supper and service at 6:30 PM

   Ash-Wednesday-for-web-2014 I don’t know if many know that I am a cradle Presbyterian. That means I was born a Presbyterian and for the most part have always worshiped as a Presbyterian. Beyond that I was raised in a Presbyterian Church that was influenced by a Dutch Reformed mindset. As such we were less than liturgical. The only liturgical traditions I remember were Maundy Thursday and Advent. I don’t recall growing up with any traditions around Ash Wednesday and Lent in general. That’s not to say they weren’t present, I just don’t recall them being very important in the life of the congregation.
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Three Things I Learned During The Blizzard of 2016

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This past week we had a historic storm that blanked the Washington Metro area with deep snow, which crippled our area. Here are three things I learned during this storm:

 

  1. You eat an elephant one bite at a time– During this storm I was fortunate to have the use of a snow blower to clear the snow. While that may sound like a great thing it didn’t make the work easy. It is tempting to wait for the storm to end and then tackle the clearing. Resisting that temptation I can testify that it was so much easier to venture out in the storm for a short time to clear smaller accumulation. This of course doesn’t just apply to snow. Often we find ourselves in a place where the job seems too big. Even in the storms of life if we take it on in small ways we can make progress.
  1. People are not accustomed to accepting help– After I cleared my own drive and walk I ventured out to help many of my neighbors. I don’t say this to make myself sound like a nice guy. Rather, I was struck by the fact that most folks looked at my act of neighborly kindness with an economic understanding. That understanding was expressed by some offering me cash.  The more interesting part was how folks felt like they owed me something. I wasn’t going to do this work to gain an IOU. Even the “Pay it forward” understanding stands in the way of accepting a gift graciously. Apply this to the message of the Gospel. Thankfulness is our best response.
  1. There is noting like a common challenge to unite people- I am blessed to live in a neighborhood that has a fairly strong sense of community. Even with that underlying ethos I was impressed by how many people were working to help each other. It was also refreshing to see folks out in the streets talking. Many folks may not have spoken in a long while. Yet here in the aftermath of a storm community was being embodied.
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