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Springfield Today, January 23, 2018

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Good Moanin’ Springfieldians,

January 20th was our anniversary and on January 22nd our firstborn made his grand entrance into this world. I’m glad we were married before he was born.  Oh, he was born three years and two days after our marriage.  I’m still glad we were married when he was born.

My question is how could my brilliant son forget the details?

This happened a couple of years ago.

As my kids were growing up we had some birthday traditions we did every year.

1.) On the day of their birthday I would take out which ever child was celebrating their birthday to their favorite fast food place and just them and Dad would have lunch together.  During lunch I would stick together straws, one for each year they had been alive, and then they would have to try to suck their pop (that would be soda for all of you Illinoisans) through all the stuck together straws.  It was cute when they were three or four; it was a challenge when they were nine or ten; but we were still doing it when they were 18.  I’d be down on the floor holding the cup and they would be standing on the bench trying their best to suck out even a dribble of pop. Surprisingly they never seemed embarrassed by this tradition.  I even drove down to Olivet on Nathan’s 21st birthday just for him to try to make 21 straws.

That’s not what Nathan forgot.

2.) On the evening of their birthday, the birthday child, would get to pick out whatever they wanted for supper that evening.  We would always end up with some very weird combinations of foods for dinner that night.  Also, the birthday child would have their dinner served to them on the “good” china.  Teri and I had received some very expensive china as wedding gifts, and it was only used for very special occasions.  But on each birthday the good china was pulled out just for the one celebrating their birthday.

This isn’t the tradition that Nathan forgot the details of either.

3.) Of course, there was always birthday cake and ice cream and presents.  The older my kids got the less they wanted cake and so the tradition soon became birthday pie, and then ice cream cake.

Nathan remembered this detail perfectly as well.

4.) The last tradition, one we did every year, was to tell the “Nathan Story,” or “Ashley Story” or “Lauren Story.”  At the birthday dinner table, before the cake with candles was brought, before any presents were opened, my kids loved hearing the story of that day when they made their entrance into this grand ole’ world.  Every year their story would be told.  I’d go into great detail.  Where we were, what the weather was like, who the doctor was, what we (mom and dad) were feeling…detail after detail after detail…and heaven help me if I left out even the smallest of details, they would always be very quick to correct me.  The story would always end with me telling how the doctor would slap them on the bottom of their feet and they would let out a scream and how that was the sweetest sound their mom and I had ever heard.

Well, a couple of years ago on Nathan’s birthday we called him to wish him a happy birthday and I asked him if he had told Chanel the “Nathan Story.”  He hadn’t and so I started to regale him with what I thought was a very familiar story.  I got to the part where the cord had been wrapped around his neck three times and the doctor had to use forceps to hurriedly get him out, and how he was very, very blue when he drew his first breath. And Nathan stopped me and asked, “The cord was wrapped around my neck three times?”

He asked it as if he had never heard that part of the story.  I assured him that was part of his story, the story he had heard every year, until he moved out on his own.  But he had forgotten that detail.

I don’t know how he could forget that part of his story.  He had heard it so often.  I don’t know if because the birth of his own son was just weeks away that he forgot about his own entrance into this world, but somehow he forgot his own story.

I don’t know if he forgot the joy Teri and I experienced (we had told him about it over and over again) at

the birth of our first child as we counted his toes and Teri said, “Hi, Small.”  That’s what we had called him while he was in the womb.  Teri was “Big” and he or she (we didn’t know which we were having) was “Small.”

Somehow he had forgotten the details of his own story.

I started thinking (like only a weird pastor would) about how often we forget our own story, our salvation story, the day of our new birth, the day we were adopted into God’s family.  We were in that position where life was strangling us, we were fighting for air, we didn’t know if we would make it – but then our Father came to the rescue.  Sometimes we forget the joy, the unbridled joy, our Father had when we made our grand entrance into His family.

Jesus in one of His parables stated, “In the same way, I tell you, there is rejoicing in the presence of the angels of God over one sinner who repents.” (Luke 15:10 NIV)  For some reason when I’ve read that before I always thought it was the angels who were rejoicing.  But that’s not what it says.  It says, “”There is rejoicing in the presence of the angels.” That means it was the Father who was doing the rejoicing over the new birth of his son or daughter.

The old prophet Zephaniah also spoke of God the Father rejoicing over His children.  He wrote, “The Lord your God is with you, He is mighty to save.  He will take great delight in you, He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.” (Zephaniah 3:17)

            I’m not sure what song He might be singing, maybe “Happy Birthday,” but whatever you’re going through today; whatever is robbing you of peace or joy; whatever is causing you to forget the details of that day when you were adopted into the family of God – take time to quiet yourself and listen – He, your Father, wants to remind you of “Your Story.”  He wants to sing to you and over you.  He wants to rejoice over you and quiet you with His love.

Listen, that’s your Father singing over you.

 

What You Need to Know…

The heating and cooling unit in the kids’ area of the church has finally drawn, or better yet blown, its final breath.  I think it was installed when the church building was first built around 1975.  It’s been on life support for the last few years – but because of the expert care of Brad Bowman – it has kept blowing hot air in the winter and cool air in the summer.  But now it is shouting, “No more! I want to go where HVAC go to retire!”  That means we need to replace the unit. It will cost us $12,000 to replace it. If you can help with the replacement cost, above and beyond your regular tithes and offerings, it would be greatly appreciated by all.  Just mark on your check or offering envelope “Furnace.”

The 1st Upward Basketball games are this Saturday starting at 8:00am with the last game starting at noon. Come support the children and show the love of Jesus.

Velocity Movie Night is Saturday at 6:30 at the Bush’s ~53 Partridge Dr. Chatham. Girls bring a snack to share and boys bring a 2-liter of soda.

Do you have your trivia team yet? “Wonderful World of Disney” Trivia Night is Feb 3 at 6:00pm.  Sign-up at the Welcome Center or call the church office 529-6771.  Teams are made up of 8-10 people.

Organic Outreach Intensive Training – A Deep Dive into Organic Outreach for your Church

March 21-22, 2018 Decatur First Church of the Nazarene ~ $150 Registration includes 2-day intensive training; 2 breakfasts, 2 lunches, and 1 dinner; Resources for 3 full years, help in designing a customized outreach plan for your church; Opportunity to join a leader’s cohort for 2 years; 3 Organic Outreach books. Register at www.illinoisnaz.org as soon as possible. March 21st starts with registration at 7am and sessions starting at 8am and concluding with dinner at 5pm. Sessions begin again on March 22 at 8am and will conclude after the session at 2:15pm.

 

PRAY FOR…

Delta Mae Harrison’s nephew, Scott, in the hospital

Ruth Fink’s friend’s son Scott suffering from cancer

Lamma’s 11 year-old great niece has surgery today for a mass on her kidney

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