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Tuesday, September 01, 2009 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

The hottest political football in America today is no longer the threat of terrorism or the actions of President Jarofvegemiteformeanddad in Iran… it is healthcare.

 

Sadly, in the whole debate, the most distressing part of it all for us, as pastor’s charged with promoting and nurturing relationships, is the loss of such.  People are lining up on both sides of the issue, and anyone on the opposing side has become the enemy (we predict that there will be much gnashing of teeth from our friends in the faith after this posting… or perhaps we could be wrong!).  Friendship and respect, faith and reason, has been summarily dismissed depending on what team people have lined up on.  The very fact that such a thing is happening within the church between people on both sides is a damning indictment on all of us.  It’s nothing more than sin in the guise of partisan politics.

 

With that said, it’s ok to hold views – perhaps even strong views – on this issue, and on both sides of this issue.  So, in the spirit of adding to the debate, we would like to offer both our views, and the view of the United Methodist Church (according to our social principles) on this subject.

 

In doing so, let me first state our position on this.  Yes, we are in favor of a socialized form of healthcare in the United States.  Our views are based on actual experience under such (not just speculation or conjecture), and the knowledge that without the benefit of such a scheme, Mike would now be dead, Amy would be permanently crippled, and our family would be bankrupt.  That is in no way an overestimation or overstatement of the facts for our particular family. 

 

Let us start by addressing some of the really really stupid statements in this current debate.  We won’t even pose the accusations leveled … merely, we will just provide the answers as we know them.  We are not nazi’s.  We do not admire Hitler.  Our country of citizenship is absolutely democracy.  We’ve never been called before a death panel.  We choose our own doctors.  Conservatives can and do embrace socialized medicine.  The NHS in England and Medicare in Australia is not the invention of Satan designed to destroy the world.

 

We believe strongly that there currently exists a moral imperative in the USA for healthcare reform.  We think that is a statement that most of us agree with, no matter what side of the debate you may or may not fall on.

 

We choose to pay for our own health insurance here in the United States.  Like many people, we find the burden of such cumbersome and difficult.  Over a ¼ of our gross income each month goes toward healthcare.  Unfortunately for Mike, no matter how hard we work, or how much we pay, he is considered largely uninsurable under the current US health care system.  Thus the scourge of a ‘pre-existing condition’.  Even if we doubled our premiums, he would still not be covered.  This means that if one of us breaks an arm, then we can get it set and it won’t cost us thousands of dollars (merely hundreds instead).  But if Mike has another bout of ketoacidosis, we need to choose between financial destitution and maybe even the loss of our home in bankruptcy, or treatment of a condition that can lead to coma and then death.  1 in 10 cases of ketoacidosis end in death.  In the past 9 years, Mike has  had this condition twice (as a juvenile insulin dependent diabetic, type 1 - https://www.google.com/health/ref/Type+1+diabetes).  The last time Mike developed ketoacidosis, he prayed a whole lot and managed it himself without going to hospital – knowing that if he did go to the emergency room, he would not be covered by our health plan.  This is a daily reality for millions of people in the USA whether they have private insurance or not.

 

Any reform to the healthcare system needs to begin with tort reform.  The financial judgements handed out to victims of errant health care providers are excessive and ridiculous.  Millions are handed out for injuries that seem small and sometimes even self inflicted.  Yes, there needs to be a system of compensation in place for such events, small or large – but there needs to be some limits as well.  No-one deserves $2 million dollars for the mistake, as horrid as it is, of having 13 teeth extracted instead of three. http://www.thestate.com/crime/story/905995.html .  And as distasteful and abhorrent as I find the actions of Aetna (a large HMO), the death of a man at age 44 after being denied appropriate medical coverage by his health plan is not worth $120.5 million dollars for his widow.  http://www.chiroweb.com/mpacms/dc/article.php?id=35136

 

Yes – compensation needs to be paid when things go horribly wrong, but there needs to be limits on such compensation.  As the payouts go out, the premiums go up.

 

So, any debate, at least in our opinion, should begin with solid tort reform.  People think that it is the health care providers (doctors and dentists etc) that are pocketing these high premiums we pay – in reality, it’s probably the lawyers!

 

We believe a 2 party system could work in America, and keep both the private funds happy, and the poor healthy.  This is how the Australian system seems to work.

 

Firstly, there will always be abuses in every system, private or public.  The mantra that ‘the government is incapable of running healthcare’ is a moot point, especially considering the private sector can’t run it properly either!  There will never be a perfect system.  The government already runs some form of socialized healthcare – medicare, VA – and yes, there are problems.  But nothing we consider insurmountable with good, improved governance.   At present, many are saying, “don’t let the government interfere with my healthcare, let them play around with our war hero’s and elderly instead”.   We don’t understand why people are willing to put their faith and health in the hands of the private sector which answers only to shareholders, but not in their duly elected government representatives who are answerable to the people, and can be voted out at the next election!

 

As a funny side issue here, in a recent town hall meeting, a participant in the debate called out, “don’t let the government get its hands on my medicare”.  Erm???!!!!!!

 

A basic level of healthcare, we believe, needs to be extended to all Americans and American immigrants, regardless of income, race, gender, sexual preference, religion, or creed.  If you have a heart attack, you need treatment without losing your home.  If you have diabetes, you need ongoing care.  If you break your arm, you need to have it set.  In Australia, such a system is funded by a 1.5% tax levy on your income.  This levy is means tested.  So consider for a moment… you earn $75000 per year.  You pay $1000 per annum for health care.  I am paying close to that per month in the USA for sub standard healthcare that will still leave me destitute if things go more horribly wrong than just a broken arm. 

 

On top of a basic system, you can have a private system as well.  Australia also has such a system.  You can choose a more comfortable standard of care (for instance, you can get a private room in hospital instead of a ward) if you are willing to pay for it.  The Australian government offers substantial tax breaks and rebates for those who choose to pay for private health insurance.

 

Some of the arguments against a basic level of socialized health care puzzle me.

 

The argument that you cannot choose your own doctor.  Well, if you attend an emergency room with a life threatening condition, you don’t choose your own doctor under the best private system in the world!  You get whoever is on!  In Australia, you choose your own General Practitioner.  In England, you choose your own doctor in your local area under the NHS.  

 

The argument that the have’s should not subsidise the have not’s is patently and absolutely unscriptural.  Here  is perhaps where we hold our strongest beliefs in this debate.  We do not understand how the followers of Jesus can claim that they have no mandate to care for the least of these.  Scripture cannot be more clearer in this regard.  “…care of widows and orphans” “…what you do for the least of these you do for me”.

 

The argument that socialized medicine will cause the USA to become like Nazi Germany, or that death panels will adjudicate your life or death, is, to be frank, appalling.  And if you have engaged in the use of such inflammatory statements, then shame on you.

 

The argument that socialized healthcare means that citizens and legal residents are paying for the care of illegal immigrants is again a moot point, and a topic for a different debate.  How a country cares for its citizens and residents, and how it cares for its visitors and guests (legal or otherwise) should be separated.  However, it is our opinion that in the very least, illegal immigrants seeking medical care should receive basic care, in particular regard to communicable diseases.  Would you like someone with an untreated infectious disease to infect you?  The way we treat others, regardless of immigration standing or country of origin, shows a care for humanity and basic human rights.  However, immigration and healthcare are 2 separate (yet sometimes coinciding) debates.

 

The argument that the church should be responsible for caring for the least of these and not the government has 2 facets and sides.  Firstly, yes, the church should.  But the church doesn’t.  And the church won’t (on a wide reaching scale).  Yet we don’t believe that the bible’s prescription for caring for the least is for the church alone.  It is a societal command.  Care for each other.  Leave no one behind.  A nation that does not care for its poor is a poor nation. 

 

The argument that my money shouldn’t help other people is again moot.  For instance, we have a socialized road system (your money pays for other people to drive on the road).  If your argument is as such, then your use of an interstate should be user pays.  Every time you pay tax you are contributing to a social system.  So why is healthcare any different?  In our current system, the have’s are already paying for the have not’s.  High premiums and medical costs are as they are in some part not just to excessive tort costs, but to cover the cost of indigent, uninsured and underinsured (like me and many others through no fault of our own) who cannot afford a doctor and do not seek medical help until they have become seriously and expensively unwell.  This is an issue of public health as well.

 

We have a dual system at work in terms of education in this country.  Public and Private… and we believe the same can exist for healthcare.

 

The United States is already a socialized country… with socialized roads, socialized education and much more.  Socialized healthcare changes nothing in terms of who we are (and yes, we are now a ‘part’ of you – we’ll show you our green cards if you like!!). 

 

That is our basic position on the subject of healthcare reform.  Don’t hate us for it, or abuse us for it – that shows more about your character than ours.  Do engage us in debate.  Likewise, we covenant that we will not place our friendship with you aside should you disagree with us – even vehemently.  And Bob, if you are reading this, we know by now you are foaming at the mouth – but we love you anyway!  J 

 

Now, as the title of this very long essay suggests, we wish to lay out the basic belief system of the United Methodist Church (as we understand it).

 

Firstly, the issue of healthcare is not just today’s hot potato.  Rev. John Wesley was a passionate advocate of health care for all regardless of your ability to pay or not.  In fact, Wesley himself spent much of his life in pursuit of this cause.  This may surprise you, but none the less, it is true.

 

Wesley ran free health care clinics for the poor, dispensed medication, and wrote extensively on the subject.  He did so because he despised the fact that the poor had no access to doctors or medicines.  Thus the result of a user pays healthcare system.  He even advocated higher taxes on the wealthy in order to support the poor. 

 

John was at war with healthcare providers of his day, who were used to charging like a wounded bull for their services.  They saw Wesley trying to undermine their greed and were angry about it.  And the same continues today in America some 300 years later.  HMO’s (stress – NOT ALL, but many) are all about money money money.  It’s not about healthcare, it’s about the bottom line.  It’s not about wellbeing, it’s about shareholders.   And the modus operandi of many of these providers is to deny service to make more money.  Wesley would still be appalled.  Yet many in this country seem to think that this system is a fair and proper way to continue.  http://archives.umc.org/umns/intlnews_archive.asp?mid=881&story=8494A02B-4F8F-4ED1-86DA-08125E50C0E5

 

The United Methodist Church, within which we are now clergy, has released a statement of social principle (Book of Discipline, 162/V, 2008) on the issue of healthcare.  I believe this statement is absolutely infused with the spirit of Christ, and would have wholehearted endorsement from Wesley.

 

Are you (should you be United Methodist) free to disagree with the social principle of your church?  Absolutely you are.  We wouldn’t be who we are as a country or as a worldwide church without such.  But none the less, below is what we say collectively as a church, having arrived at this position after much prayer and careful consideration.   Let us leave you with it.  Grace and peace to you.

 

Rev. Mike and Rev. Amy Rayson, Pleasant View TN – 1 September, 2009.

 

 

UMC Social Principle, 162 part V.  Health is a condition of physical, mental, social, and spiritual well-being. John 10:10b says, “I came that they may have life, and have it abundantly.” Stewardship of health is the responsibility of each person to whom health has been entrusted.

 

Creating the personal, environmental, and social conditions in which health can thrive is a joint responsibility—public and private. We encourage individuals to pursue a healthy lifestyle and affirm the importance of preventive health care, health education, environmental and occupational safety, good nutrition, and secure housing in achieving health. Health care is a basic human right.

 

Providing the care needed to maintain health, prevent disease, and restore health after injury or illness is a responsibility each person owes others and government owes to all, a responsibility government ignores at its peril. In Ezekiel 34:4a, God points out the failures of the leadership of Israel to care for the weak: “You have not strengthened the weak, you have not healed the sick, you have not bound up the injured.” As a result all suffer. Like police and fire protection, health care is best funded through the government’s ability to tax each person equitably and directly fund the provider entities.

 

Countries facing a public health crisis such as HIV/AIDS must have access to generic medicines and to patented medicines. We affirm the right of men and women to have access to comprehensive reproductive health/family planning information and services that will serve as a means to prevent unplanned pregnancies, reduce abortions, and prevent the spread of HIV/AIDS. The right to health care includes care for persons with brain diseases, neurological conditions, or physical disabilities, who must be afforded the same access to health care as all other persons in our communities. It is unjust to construct or perpetuate barriers to physical or mental wholeness or full participation in community.

 

We believe it is a governmental responsibility to provide all citizens with health care.




** please note. This essay is not written expressing the view point of the members of Palmyra United Methodist Congregation. Each member is free to believe that which they believe on this issue. Such belief does not, will not, can not, and shall not interfere with the pastoral relationship we enjoy with them in any way. This essay is our collective viewpoint, and is offered for the benefit of education and discussion.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009 

Category: Religion and Philosophy
Announcing the release of "Even So:1" - the newest CD from Mike Rayson, together with guitar legend Tommy Emmanuel.

Even So:1 is a worship CD like few others, featuring songs and hymns from around the world and from many different parts of the body of Christ, plus readings from The Message and other bible versions, and simple flowing liturgy.

Even So:1 (named after the Horatio Spafford Hymn - It Is Well), is not just a collection of songs, but a complete service of corporate worship on CD. It features a call to worship centered around Matthew 11 and Robert Robinson's "Come Thou Fount"; a reading of St Patrick's Breastplate by Rev. Tony Miles of Methodist Central Hall in Westminster London; a beautiful vocal duet on Softly and Tenderly with Mike and Tommy Emmanuel; Laura Rayson singing 'It Is Well'; plus theological input from Bishop N T Wright, and readings by Joanne Traeger, Phil McNab and Ray Kington of Sydney Australia, Amanda Baranski of Nashville TN, Lizzie Crow of London UK, Len Firth of Adelaide Australia, Tammy Mathews of Pleasant View TN and others.

Song's include...

O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing
Come Thou Almighty King
My Jesus I Love Thee
Here I Am Lord (I the Lord of Sea and Sky)
Softly and Tenderly
The Solid Rock (all other ground is sinking sand)
It Is Well (With My Soul)
The Spirit Song
Jesus Loves Me
Come Thou Fount
O Come Emmanuel
Hark the Herald Angels Sing
Kyrie Eleison
Come Children Join to Sing

This CD is amazing in its simplicity and beauty - and should be a part of your collection. It is available immediately for shipping and delivery.

Musicians on the project: Tommy Emmanuel (guitar), Dave Cleveland (guitar, bazouki, ukelele), Steve Brewster (Drums), Eric Darken (percussion), Anthony Stewart (mandolin), Mark Burchfield (bass), Jason Webb (Band Leader, Piano, Hammond B3), Joshua Brown (Keyboards), Phil White (bgv's), Amanda Baranski (bgv's), Mike Rayson (vocals, flute), Laura Rayson (vocals, bgv's), Oliver Rayson (vocals)

Contributing voices: Tony Miles, Joanne Lester, Laura Rayson, Tammy Mathews, Amanda Baranski, Phil McNab, Ray Kington, Lizzie Crow, Len Firth, Oliver Rayson, Mike Rayson, Amy Rayson

Produced by Phil White, Engineered by Steve Allen.

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EVEN SO:1 - featuring Tommy Emmanuel
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Mike is a member in good standing of NAUME - National Association of United Methodist Evangelists.  A Worldwide Ministry in Creative Evangelism
Monday, January 26, 2009 

Category: Religion and Philosophy
This sermon was preached by Mike Rayson, Sunday January 25th 2009.
 
Mark 1:14-20 (The Message)
After John was arrested, Jesus went to Galilee preaching the Message of God: "Time's up! God's kingdom is here. Change your life and believe the Message."

Passing along the beach of Lake Galilee, he saw Simon and his brother Andrew net-fishing. Fishing was their regular work. Jesus said to them, "Come with me. I'll make a new kind of fisherman out of you. I'll show you how to catch men and women instead of perch and bass." They didn't ask questions. They dropped their nets and followed.

A dozen yards or so down the beach, he saw the brothers James and John, Zebedee's sons. They were in the boat, mending their fishnets. Right off, he made the same offer. Immediately, they left their father Zebedee, the boat, and the hired hands, and followed.
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Riddle me this…

They are in every copy of the Tennessean you will ever buy but it’s not advertising.

They represent something more certain than the sun setting in the west, more certain than the IRS … and even more certain than being fined for doing 36 miles an hour on the I-24 overpass on the way to Springfield by the former Coopertown police!

Any guesses yet…

The Obits.

There is nothing in this life more certain than death.

There are some that read the obit’s faithfully every day.  Some want to see if friends or acquaintances have passed on… some read the obit’s for inspiration… and some just because they are there.

Sometimes, an Obituary can be inspirational – even though it deals with the most serious subject of death.

BOYCE, Jeanette
Passed away Monday, January 12, 2009 at Alive Hospice after a long battle with cancer. Preceded in death by her dearly beloved husband, Robert Clair Boyce, Jr.

Born of Austrian-German parents in Mukden (Manchuria) China. Lived 14 years in Shanghai, Tientsin, Beijing and Hong Kong. In 1939, in order to avoid interment by the British, fled to Germany via Trans-Siberian Railroad.

Jeanette went through traumatic times during World War II in Germany. Drafted at age 17 to work as a translator. Escaped from camp in January, 1945 to find her mother in East Germany.
Employed by US Special Services and US Criminal Investigations Department after the war. Immigrated to Vancouver B.C. Canada to join her father and two brothers. Immigrated to Nashville to marry Horace L. Beall III. Later married Robert Clair Boyce, Jr., Chief Administrative Law Judge US Department Health, Education and Welfare, Nashville.

Jeanette was employed by Nashville Housing Agency and Tennessee Association and Redevelopment Agency. Jeanette had a great zest for life, happy attitude, and youthful spirit, and traveled the world. She was a member First Presbyterian Church, Cheekwood and Sister Cities of Nashville. Special thanks to the wonderful staff of Alive Hospice. Her body was donated to Vanderbilt Medical Center.

Or this one.

PITTS, Debbie Sherman
A woman of abiding joy, profound faith, self-giving love, and beautiful creativity, Debbie has brought near the fragrance of God's love to everyone whom she has encountered. Even in her long, valiant battles with health, Debbie has constantly opened her life to others' sorrows and joys.
The vast number of individuals who have attested to Debbie's enduring impact on their lives demonstrates her uncommonly kind and giving heart.
Debbie has been a rock and a refuge for all who have had the joy of being in relationship with her, because she herself has rested on the Lord as her Rock and her Refuge. In addition to being an unparalleled wife, mother, and friend, Debbie is remembered as an artist whose talent she has shared freely with so many. Her loving and faithful husband Hampton of over 35 years, and their beautiful daughter, Keely carry on Debbie's legacy of grace, generosity, and kindness.

She will be deeply missed by them.

Sometimes they are brief and to the point

Stout, Velma Age 101 of Cookeville. January 15, 2009. Service 1 p.m. Saturday.

Sometimes, because of the age of the deceased, they are just plain sad.

McCULLOUGH, Audra Anna Age 19 of Nashville, TN. January 18, 2009. Service 2 p.m. Wednesday.

Every single day, there is at least 1 and a half pages of funeral notices that appear in the Tennessean.  And each notice represents the life of a mother, a father, a child, a sister, a brother… 

Death is serious business.  So is life.

When Jesus taught, he often taught by telling stories… so sit back, close your eyes, and let me tell you one!  Now remember – parables aren’t true stories – they are made up to make a point!

Frank the Foolish Fisherman!
Frank loved to fish.  Nothing made him happier than dangling a line into the water on a warm summer’s day.  Except perhaps the serious business of catching a bigger fish than he did on his last fishing trip!
Everything about Frank was about fishing. 

And he was pretty good at it to.  The walls of his Cheatham County home were lined with trophies and awards.  Fishing magazines would often run photographs of Frank holding up his latest catch… each one bigger than the last.

Every conversation Frank had with his friends or his family turned to fishing.  And it did not matter the topic either! 

When an unknown Catholic archbishop from Poland was confirmed as Pope, he was heard to remark – never trust a man who won’t eat fish on Friday!  When P.V Church built the Sunday School wing, he didn’t come to church for 3 months, because his plan for a fully stocked catfish dam had been rejected 12 to nil by the board of trustee’s.  And when Clinton was running for president, Frank adopted as his own personal motto – “No it’s not – it’s fishing stupid”.

One day, “Tennessee Valley Outdoors – The enthusiasts guide to fishing, hunting and boating” – and I’m told that if you like to hunt or fish than this is the magazine for you!! – called Frank.  With his growing reputation as the Steve Irwin of the fishing world, they wanted to write a story about his legendary fishing method in the Cumberland River near Ashland City.
And what a story it was.  Pictures of Frank near the water, pictures of Frank and his tried and trusty favourite lure, and pages and pages of written testimony to his reputation as the King of Cheatham County Cumberland River Fishers!  He framed the article, and hung it on the wall of his trailer!

Frank had a favourite spot on the Cumberland that had always done right by him.  Just off a little dirt track a few miles south of Ashland City.  It was a popular spot for avid fisherman, but Frank was indeed ‘the King’ of that stretch of water.

But ever so slowly, things began to change… at first, it wasn’t even noticeable, but as time began to pass, each month brought Frank a lower catch to cast ratio.  The fish were still biting – just, not as often.

His favourite lure, which had been patched up a few times was still performing admirably, but just didn’t seem to attract as many fish as before.

Frank tried casting out further into the river… and that worked for a while, but slowly and surely, he caught less and less and less fish.

Frank’s best friend Fred, who was a good fisherman, but not great like Frank knew himself to be, commented that perhaps his old lure and his unchanged methods were to blame – but Frank would have none of it, and refused to speak to Fred anymore.  How dare he suggest the old tried and true way was the problem. 
Everyone knew, well Frank did anyway, that it must have been the fault of the Tennessee Parks and Wildlife Service for letting too many people have fishing licenses… or perhaps even the fault of the County councillor for driving the friendly fish away with his ‘bass only’ bill… which by the way was defeated by several thousand votes!

Slowly but surely, Franks trophies began to tarnish, and the pages from “Tennessee Valley Outdoors” on his wall began to yellow.  And Frank caught less and less fish on his tried and trusty lure. 

Occassionally, a fish would jump on his line, but often times the fish would be too small to keep – or the old barb within the lure that had been bent backwards and forwards through many years of faithful fishing would bend again and let the catch off the hook – so to speak!

In the meantime, Fred – with his selection of new and shiny lures, began to catch more fish.  Big ones, medium ones.  Slowly but surely, Fred began to be the toast of the Tennessee fishing world.  He used some old tricks, some new tricks, some tried tricks, and some true tricks.  He changed his lure often, he fished in different spots – streams and dams and of course, in the Cumberland!

And pretty soon, Fred was the cover story of Tennessee Valley Outdoors! 
Frank read the story with disgust.  All these new lures, and different bait, and other places on the river!  Frank saw Fred as the ‘death’ of fishing as he knew it, not the future – or perhaps, even the present.

One day, Frank was heard sitting in the corner of BJ’s Restaurant (at the same table he had sat at for lunch for the past 30 years) loudly proclaim to anyone that would listen that he would NEVER change his tried, proven, and true method of fishing.  And that Fred was just a fad waiting to die out.

According to Frank, his former successes were so great, and his lure – although old and rusty, bent and battered – was so wonderful, that one day – mark his words – one day the fish would start biting again and he would show EVERYONE!

And then one day, Frank died.

A few people came down to the Cheatham County funeral home to pay tribute to this fiesty fisherman, dressed up in his finest fishing gear, with his faithful lure lying across his chest.

One older lady – a professional funeral attender who didn’t really know Frank all that well, but attended every funeral in the county – was heard to remark, “a finer fisherman there never was”.

Someone else said – “didn’t the Tennessee Valley Outdoors once run a story on him”.

And still someone else, at the funeral home for another service, accidentally walked into the chapel where Frank lay and exclaimed – “look – it’s that cranky old guy from the corner table at BJ’s Restaurant!”.

Frank died believing he was the world’s best fisherman – well, if not the world, the best fisherman in Tennessee.  Yet, like the yellowed pages of the Tennessee Valley Outdoors on his wall, and the tarnished trophies collected decades before, he truly died not a fisherman at all… just a sad old man who longed for what once was.

The end.
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Friends, let me be completely honest with you.  I am tired of playing games – and I am tired of the games we play here at P.V United Methodist Church.

There are 2 separate issue’s I want to address this morning from Mark’s gospel.  And there’s every possibility that what I have to say may make you feel uncomfortable.  But let me say this, those that are already living out their lives for the sake of the gospel in this church and community have, as we would say in Australia, “no worries” with what I have to say this morning.

Don’t mistake my words as those from an angry man – I am not angry… I am passionate about what God has birthed in me to say this morning, and I am moved by the words of Paul from our earlier epistle reading in 1 Corinthians…

“Time is short.  For this world in its present form is passing away”.

In Mark’s gospel, Jesus says…

"Time's up! God's kingdom is here. Change your life and believe the Message."

Well friends, time is up this morning! 

Are you a follower of Jesus Christ, or are you warming up the pew that you are sitting on.  Are you ready to share your faith with the world, or is your faith a private affair that no-one needs to know about!

Time is up.

George Barna – the most respected statistical researcher worldwide on Christianity has some ALARMING statistics to share with our Church community.

Approximately 53%, give or take a few, of you here this morning believe that if a person is generally good, or does enough good things in their life, then they will earn a place in heaven.

I’m sorry – that is not true.  No amount of good deeds, charitable works or nice thoughts can, will or shall earn you a place at the table of relationship. 

49% of African American church attenders, 34% of white church attenders, 32 percent of Hispanic church attenders and 26% of Asian church attenders believe they have a personal responsibility to tell of their faith in Jesus to others.

This statistic is even MORE alarming to me.  To be terribly simplistic, within our church community – which let’s face it is predominantly white, and predominantly middle class American (with a couple of Aussies for flavoring), based on the 34% of white church attenders that believe it is their responsibility to share their faith, 66% have either no faith in Jesus Christ, or have never understood the urgency and responsibility of telling others the good news.

Are you in that 66%?  Perhaps this is why the commonly used statistic that 80% of people in church just come and sit, and 20% of people do all of the work and shoulder all of the load, is so very very true – even here at P.V United Methodist Church.

Have you responded to the good news of Jesus Christ in your life!  Or are you here for a good time.  Are you here to see your friends.  Are you here because you are an American and being American must mean you are a Christian.  Are you here because your family built this church.  Are you here because being in church is the ‘right’ thing to do.  Are you here because you want your kids to be in a Sunday School program.

Why are you here!

If you are here to worship the one with whom, and through whom, you have discovered loves you from the creation of the world… then Amen and amen and amen.  If you are here for ANY other reason, as good or sound as you might think that reason to be, then I’m glad you are here!  Because you need to hear this very day that you ARE loved!

And I want to proclaim to you the height, the depth, the width and the wonder of that love.

Because when you fully grasp the nature of the phrase ‘God loves you’, you are set completely free from sin, and death – set free to LIVE in the fullness of everything you were ever created to be.

Being a Christian as opposed to warming the pew is not about getting a pass into heaven, or escaping the fires of hell, it is about being INCLUDED in a relationship.

Satan wants you to believe that God has selected some to be saved and in relationship with him, and others to be damned to torture and torment and the eternal flames of hell.  In fact, there are a great many Jesus followers who believe just this!  And it is a lie.

In the words of my friend Paul Kurts, a pastor in Huntsville Alabama, this way of thinking causes us to look at God as some cosmic, capricious, callused, caustic, clandestine and confused ogre, that we find hard, if not impossible to honour and love.

This is NOT biblical, and NOT from God.  It’s very design is to convince some of us that no matter what we do, there’s no hope for us. 

When my grandmother came to the church where Amy and I married, she was heard to remark – I hope the walls don’t fall down around my ears.
Jesus never came to send you to straight to hell – and Jesus never came to send you to heaven.   Jesus came so that we might share with him, in him, through him, a relationship with who he was and is and is to come. 

I know I’ve used this illustration before – but I’m going to use it again. 

FROM THE C.BAXTER KRUGER BOOK 'THE SECRET' www.perichoresis.org
Let me share a story that brings this home to us. Several years ago, while I was sorting through mail, my son and one of his buddies strolled into the den where I was sitting. I did not know his friend at all. We were complete strangers. I didn’t even know his name. But what happened has become to me a concrete picture of Immanuel.

While this little boy did not know me or what I was like, my son did. My son had a relationship with me. He knew my love for him and my delight in him. He knew the assurance of my acceptance. He was at-home with me and thus free to be himself, free to come into my presence and play. And he did just that.

In the freedom of acceptance he sauntered into my presence, bounded onto the couch and engaged me in play. The next thing I knew, we were rolling around on the floor, wrestling and laughing and having the time of our lives. And his buddy was right in there with us.

Later on I realized that something quite critical had taken place, a parable had been enacted. Think of it this way. Suppose that you deleted my son from the equation for a moment. Suppose that his buddy walked into the den alone. I suspect, given that we were complete strangers, that he would never have bounded onto the couch and engaged me in play. Without my son’s presence there would have been no assurance of acceptance, no at-homeness, and thus no freedom to saunter into my presence.

But my son was present. And the marvelous thing that happened was that my son’s relationship with me, his knowledge of my acceptance, his freedom to come into my presence, worked its way into his buddy’s heart. It was simple, yet remarkable. This boy was ushered into something that was not his and he got to share in it. He got to share in my son’s relationship with me. He participated in my son’s freedom. He played in it.

YOU… yes you, have been adopted and included by God in the Father Son relationship as his very own.   We don’t technically ‘belong’ in this relationship, but we are welcomed and loved and accepted anyway.  Just as Amanda is not Graham and Anne Brook's*  ‘own’ daughter and she technically doesn’t belong to them in the purest sense of understanding – BUT she has been adopted and included as Graham and Anne’s child.  She now shares their common name and is seen by the world and the law as theirs! 
*names changed for privacy reasons

Likewise, you have been included in the life of God – the relationship God shares in himself between the Father and Son, surrounded and witnessed to and by the Spirit. 

You are wanted by God, loved by God, and secure in God from the very beginning because Jesus has made it so! 

Will you accept this reality?  Or will you warm the pew again next week with your eyes blind and your current life intact.

At the conclusion of this service, there will be a chance for you to respond to your own adoption here at the altar… a chance for you to say YES to this relationship offered to you.  A few weeks ago, a judge in Robertson County spoke the words – your NEW name is… Amanda Sarah Brooks.*  Imagine this is the courtroom – God is present, and is poised and ready to speak to you YOUR new name today.  The name of ‘included’.  Of ‘forgiven’.  The name of ‘mine’.  The name of ‘loved’.
*name changed for privacy reasons

Jesus said, and I echo… "Time's up! God's kingdom is here. Change your life and believe the Message."

And now – here comes the rough part of the sermon.  From “who are you” to “who are we?”

The church.  Again the words of Jesus from today’s reading…

"Come with me. I'll make a new kind of fisherman out of you. I'll show you how to catch men and women instead of perch and bass."

Are we truly, here in P.V United Methodist Church – fishers of men and women?  Or are we content to enjoy our “Pleasant View” whilst just a few miles down the road, people are DYING to hear of “New Hope”.

So the story goes, the author Mark Twain loved to fish, but did not enjoy catching them!  You see, Twain went fishing to take a rest from the world, to take a break from people – not to catch fish. Consequently, when Twain fished, he never baited the hook.

People went by and didn’t disturb him too often because he looked to be engrossed in fishing… but in reality he went fishing so he wouldn’t be bothered by other people.

Twain is like a lot of us.  Yes – I’m going to make it personal instead of generic.  Twain is like a lot – perhaps most – of us.  We’re relaxing with our line in the water, but please don’t ask us to catch any fish.  Fish are smelly and slimey and sometimes difficult to land.   And when we do land them, they need cleaning and scaling and gutting before they are ever ready to take their place on our dinner table.

Instead, we busy ourselves with things that are complete distractions.  We argue about whether we should build a new church or not… we complain that the piano is too big and too loud… we write letters to the District Superintendent complaining about the pastor... we speak lovingly to each other, then the second we turn our backs, we take out the kitchen knife and we plunge it between the shoulder blades! 

We take small inconsequential issues and blow them up into something bigger than World War 3.  And ALL THE WHILE – me included – we let the fish swim on by our unbaited hook.

Do you think this is what Jesus had in mind when he said “be fishers of men”?

We have become the Frank’s of this generation, not the Fred’s.  We’ve seen God work in the past, we believe that God will work in exactly the same way again – and if ANYONE dares suggest otherwise, they will incur our wrath!
It’s like the preacher who said “if Amazing Grace and Rock of Ages was good enough for Jesus, then they’re good enough for you”!

Next to God, the only thing that NEVER changes in our ever changing journey of faith and life – the one thing that remains constant ALWAYS – is the necessity to go fishing!

And if this means we build a new church, why are we even arguing about it.   If this means we stop complaining when things aren’t done, why aren’t we closing our mouths and doing them ourselves, so us and others can get on with the task of sharing the gospel – the relationship – of Jesus Christ with others.

I accepted Jesus at the age of 4 at the Kyancutta Methodist Church in outback Australia because an older lady in that congregation took me to church.  It’s an important place to me.  A sacred site.   In the pews of that church when I was 8 years old, I realized I had a calling of God on my life to preach.

And if it furthers the cause of the gospel in that place, I will fire up the John Deere and drive it straight through the building TODAY! 

If I could convince one person to fully discover the relationship offered to us by Christ this very day, and in doing so it was conditional on me giving up my music, my guitar, my preaching, and my big screen TV OR my very life… I would in a second!

The apostle Paul knew what it meant to be a fisher of men.  Paul knew what it meant to be a Fred, not a Frank.  To switch methods, to change tack, to witness to Jesus in different – new – and unique ways daily… he even claimed his Roman citizenship (which was a dangerous thing for him to do with a bunch of roman hating folks running about) so that he might show others that Jesus loved them.

But these days, our attitude is often like that of some of the people of Paul’s day - ‘lets claim our Hebrew heritage and let the romans be hanged’.  Let’s be our own little enclave community, and let all the rest of the residents of Pleasant View sort it out on their own.

When witnessing to the Jew’s, Paul spoke of Moses… to those in Athens he took full advantage of the altar built for an unknown God to proclaim that in fact, this unknown God was THE God above all Gods…  Paul even had Timothy be circumcised so that the Hebrew people he was ministering to would not get sidetracked by a non essential, non life saving, non important issue!

If Paul was alive, you’d probably call him a "liberal, socialist leaning pink tea and lemonade compromising ecumenist excuse" for a Christian if you ever saw one!  (hat tip to a bapo pastor for that line!!)

We sit here in church whilst a cult around the corner scares the life out of people and sits in condemnation over them and tries to inoculate the lost with a one sized fits all judgement.  We sit here in church enjoying the liturgy, the music, the preaching, but preferring to let the lost, the new age, the atheist and the hurting stay outside the doors so as to not pollute who we are or what we supposedly stand for.

God forbid that we should be so blind in a world where pain and hurt, judgement and condemnation, sickness and disease reign – and the church sits behind closed doors singing “grace grace God’s grace, grace that is greater than all our sin”.

This world, and this community, is in spiritual chaos!

And the church, our church, the one across the road, the one down the street… are sitting back in our comfortable recliners with our unbaited pole in the water hoping that a fish might accidentally get snagged passing by or even leap out of water onto our dinner plate for no good reason.

The time is NOW – says Jesus… not tomorrow, not next week, not when the pavilion gets finished… the time is NOW.

We are in a spiritual war, and we are called to fight it with fishing poles and an arsenal of lures.  To learn new ways of reaching out to this community with the good news of Jesus Christ.

There are times when the old way is the right way, and a time when a new approach is needed. 

The Frank’s of this church – and that is ALL of us not some of us – need to learn new ways to fish – or we will die in disgrace resting on past glories.

Don’t throw out your old lure – collect new ones and use EVERYTHING you have to share the good news of Jesus Christ.

The time is late and fishing season will soon be over.  I’m ready to pull in nets so full that we will need 10 more Sunday School classes added before the end of this year.  New church services to cope with the people who want to come and hear the good news of Jesus proclaimed.  New social outreach programmes to cater for those that are still seeking and searching for Jesus.

I want to see our Angel food distribution centre not just become so big that they deliver the food instead of someone having to pick it up, but that it becomes the biggest distribution centre in the state!

I long to see smiles on faces every Sunday morning – smiles that celebrate the good news of WHO we really are and WHAT we are really about.

I want to see 100% of all people who sit in our services embrace their adoption in Christ, and to love on every person they meet.  Not turn their noses up at those who don’t fit the criteria of whom we believe ‘god loves’ – but ALL who God loves, Jew and gentile, slave and free, male and female!

This past week,  Miriam* visited one of the largest growing and socially active churches in United Methodism. 
*name changed for privacy reasons

Ginghamsburg United Methodist in Dayton Ohio.   Dayton is one of the fastest declining cities in the USA – Ginghamsburg is one of the fastest growing churches.

In the late 1970’s, this church of 45 people got serious about the gospel.  They began to share their faith, they had a reason for the hope they had, they began to get – dare I say it – saved!! – and they began to reach Dayton with the good news of Jesus, sharing with people what Jesus had done in their lives!  Today, they run 7 services every weekend to cope with the thousands and thousands of people that attend that church.

If your vision is not big enough to cope with a vision like that, then ask yourself this question – are you a fisher of men, or Mark Twain.  Are you Frank, or Fred.  Are you a follower of Jesus – or not?

3 things can happen from here.  We die.  Disgracefully I might add.  We stay the same as we are – an equal disgrace.  Or we leave our grievances in the past, we buy a new set of lures to compliment the old ones, and we start fishing again with new fervor and intent.

In 2008, we had 8 professions of faith here at PVUMC.  Our budget was a little over $160000.  So we spent $20000 a convert.  Imagine being able to say this year that we spent $2000 a convert, or $1000 a convert… or a quarter… or a dime…

If you want our church to die, or you want to stay the same as we are now… then I’m sorry, but I have deep pity on you.  Not because you need anyone to feel sorry for you, but because you have neglected your first love – that of Jesus.  And I can’t think of anything more miserable in life than rejecting the one who has called you his own.

I’ve been around churches long enough to know that there are probably one or 2 of you who are angry at me this morning.  You may even be thinking “He’s only been in this country and this church for 5 seconds, and I’ve been here my whole life – how dare he say such things in MY church”. 

I’m sorry to say this friends.  This is not ‘your’ church.  This church does not exist for your benefit or enjoyment.  If that is the kind of group you are looking for, may I seriously recommend to you one of the many service clubs that operate in this area.  This church does not exist so there will be someone to visit you in hospital, or someone to say the words of committal over you when you die.  This church does not exist to have potlucks, and neither does this church exist for the purpose of providing friendship and fellowship.  This church exists primarily for one thing, and one thing only!  Making disciples of Jesus Christ!
All the things I mentioned are vitally important in the life of who we are, but they are not the reason we exist.  We exist to make disciples of Jesus.  We exist to introduce others to the saving grace extended to us in Him – and anything and everything else is secondary!  If our main priority is NOT to go fishing, we have, as a group, forsaken our first love and made ourselves both redundant and in danger of death! 

I’m not for a minute saying that any of our ministries, social groups, Sunday school classes or bible studies are not important parts of who we are.  I’m not for a second suggesting we should cancel Angel Food, Fuel, Good Neighbours or Mothers Day Out and just preach on the street corners. 

I am calling us back to our primary mission – to make disciples for Jesus.  Some of these things ARE ways in which we make disciples for Jesus.  We just don’t see them as such.  What better way to introduce someone to our church than through Mothers Day Out or 55 Alive or Angel Food or turning up Tuesday and packing the food for the Fuel programme!  Such ministries are the core of who we are – and we need to treat them as such! 

In a moment, I am going to pray – and I want to let you know that this morning, I would like you to respond to God’s word in one of 3 ways – or respond in all 3 if you like!

Firstly, we need to be people of prayer for those who are lost.  If you have a growing faith in Jesus, then you may be doing this already.  If not, the time is NOW.  Take out one of the blue slips of paper in your pew and write on that piece of paper a name. 

You can do it right now if you like – or wait til we sing.  The name on that piece of paper needs to be of someone you know who doesn’t know Jesus.  Not someone who is sick and needs prayer… someone who you know that does not know Jesus.  I’d like every single person in this place to come up with one name – just the first name, not the last name.  Leave your blue slip of paper in the offering plate as you leave.  We’ll publish those names on a list in our foyer.  Mike Rayson is not a name I would like you to submit!

You, and the rest of us, are going to pray for that person and all people on that list to receive Jesus, and WHEN – not if – they do, we shall take a sharpie and cross their name off – even if they become Baptist!

When you get home today, I want you to write that person’s name in the front of your bible.  Pray for them daily – seek God on their behalf.  Lift them before the throne.  Bait the hook with prayer!  And lets see together what God will do!
The son of man, says the bible, came to seek and save the lost – not to help the comfortable be more comfortable.  Yet we – the church – are often more concerned with the latter than the former.

Secondly - If you need to say YES to the invitation of adoption (and you know who you are because the Spirit of conviction has not left you this entire service)… then in the words of Jesus, the TIME IS NOW – Change your life and believe the message! 

Don’t wait til next week, or some other time.  Jesus is right at this moment rolling around on the floor with the Father – chasing him around the room – tickling and playing and enjoying and living – are you the little boy or girl in the corner? 
Imagine, right now, that Jesus has just winked at you, and conveyed with that wink an invitation to join in the relationship!  Come and kneel at this altar as I pray in just a moment.

And to those of you who have forgotten your first love and have neglected the primary mission – that of making disciples for Jesus - or need in your life a renewed sense of urgency to share the good news of the gospel in word and in service.  Come to the altar.  Don’t wait for us to start singing a hymn – just get up whilst I pray and come. 

Tomorrow morning the Tennessean will contain another 40 or so obituaries, and some of those people will never have responded to the invitation and relationship offered in Jesus.  You NEED to be ready to fish.  Are you ready to fish?  Will you fish?

It was Jesus himself who said…"Come with me. I'll make a new kind of fisherman out of you. I'll show you how to catch men and women instead of perch and bass."           

You have been called – and now, it’s time for you to respond!

Let us pray…
Friday, January 23, 2009 

Category: Religion and Philosophy
Jesus wept.

2 powerful words from the book of John.

Jesus wept.

Many have tried to explain why... perhaps it was that he was distressed at some perceived 'lack of faith'?  Nope - that's just stupid.  As if God acts in measure to how powerful our prayers are, or how much belief we have.

I think he just needed to cry.

We frown upon tears in our society.  Real men don't cry...

This past week I took a funeral for a man I had never met.  A man who led a remarkable life, and touched many.  And whilst I led the service and preached, I took a look at those gathered to mourn his loss.

The women dabbed at their eyes with hankerchiefs and tissues... but the men (and even the boys) were stoic!

Why do we teach - men especially - that tears are the sign of weakness, or unmanliness.

Tonight, sitting here downstairs in my basement, I had a good cry.  And not just a solitary tear down one cheek.  I cried.  I was watching some very short audio-less video's that included some brief glimpses of Sam.  And I cried.

And afterwards, I found renewed strength.

You see today is a hard day.  Today is the day Laura is exactly the same age as Sam was when he died.  After today, I no longer have an older child.  His age was cruelly snatched away.  Days like today don't just hurt, they burn.
They burn with the knowledge that there will never be a graduation, or a wedding, or grandchildren, or a college education.

Jesus wept too... at the death of a friend.  And my guess is that he needed to release that grief and anguish at the loss of Lazarus.  And perhaps (and I really am reading into the text here) when he had wiped away his tears, like me he felt strangely renewed.  Ready for the task.  He prayed to the Father, for as a man he could not raise his friend from the dead, and ordered the stone rolled away.
I would offer anything - and I mean anything - for the future memories that have been cast away on the wind to become permanent concrete markers.  But sadly now, they will never be. 

I bet Jesus would have given anything to have his friend Lazarus waiting at the house with his sisters - instead of rotting in a tomb.  This was a man he truly loved and shared a strong bond of friendship with - and at a guess would have given anything to see Lazarus again.

But wait - he did.

Give everything.

Yet he was still man enough to cry.

Tears are not enemies of the rational mind - they are drops of salty seasoning that remind us of what was, and somehow in that memory, give us sweet release.  And one day, tears will be no more.

But for now, tears are given to us by a God... who wept!
Thursday, January 01, 2009 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

Happy New year everyone!!


I had a lazy day today and created this  (a videograper I am NOT!!!)


Enjoy!


Mike


Wednesday, December 24, 2008 

Current mood:  sad
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Dear Sam

It's hard to believe this is my second Christmas letter to you.  Wasn't it just a few weeks ago I wrote you your first Christmas letter?

Much has happened this year Sam – things you would have enjoyed, and some that would have made you sad.  It seems as if you have missed out, but I know (that I know) that what you have missed you really need not miss at all, for the joys of this place must pale in comparison to the eternity you are embraced in.

I'm not sure whether I should start with the good stuff or the bad stuff.  Perhaps if I clear the air first, I can end on a positive note.

Ministry has been hard this year son.  The continual telling of the Jesus story in you, and sharing of the hope of resurrection you have already encountered and been enveloped by in its fullness has, in a strange way, left me very tired and quite broken.  Some people have taken advantage of the vulnerability we feel, and have sought to hurt us.  Other's – once friends – simply walked away from us after you were buried, never to return.  Some immediately, some over time.  Yet whilst such people have left us feeling discarded and broken, there are some who offer counterbalance in this mess.  Saints in the Kingdom of God. 

This year Sam, literally tens of thousands of people across the world in many countries have heard me preach and sing.  And of those, thousands have reconnected with Jesus – or found some measure of healing in the presence of Jesus in our story.  For though you are gone my dear son, you are still very much present, and the faith of Christ in you shines on.  With the amount of honest tears shed by hurting people at concerts and services this year, I should take out shares in Kleenex!

I am reading a book at the moment called "Lament for a Son" by Nicholas Wolterstorff.  He lost his son Eric in a dreadful accident over 20 years ago.  In his book he writes of people who have walked away from his family, or have ignored the 20,000 pound elephant in the room… (as some have chosen to do with us).

"Your tears are salve on our wound, your silence is salt".

Laura recently turned 11.  You are both the same age now.  That was a hard day for me… with a harder one still to come.  January 23rd 2009.  On that day, she will be exactly the same age as you – 11 years, 1 month and 16 days.  The following day, I shall no longer have 'an older son'.  In some ways, you will always be my eldest – but in other ways you won't be.  I am proud of the way your sister is facing the world.  She still hurts for you, but even so, she faces the world with dignity and grace.

Oliver nearly joined you in glory this year.  Thanks God (for my sake) he is still with us.  After his attack, Bob and Rita gave him a t-shirt that read – "scars are just tattoos with better stories".  I know that he misses his older brother – especially when he is at a complicated juncture in some weird video game.  I must be getting old – I can't help him!  But you always knew how to work those things out.

Earlier in the year, Mum, Laura, Oliver and I went on a family vacation to Europe.  It was amazing!  Walking through Rome, I kept thinking of just how well you were mastering Italian before you left us.  And you would have laughed at your Dad's lame attempt to speak it!  We saw such sights as the Coliseum, the Roman ruins (even an original Roman Senate inscribed stone), the Trevi Fountain and the Spanish Steps.   The Vatican was quite stunning – although sad at the same time.  So much wealth, so much power, so much excess – but still, the poor outside the city walls begging for spare change.

We ate more pasta and pizza than I've ever eaten in a lifetime!  And then some!  Mum and I also drank our way through gallons of coffee.  It was all so good.

On that same trip, we spent time in England and Sweden as well.  We spent time with many who love you.  And in your memory, I teased the Swede's with my impression of the Muppet's Swedish Chef!   Yes it was a little rude, but if you were with us, it would have been your voice singing 'bork bork bork'!

In July of this year, we bought a house.  Yep – our first ever house (that we own).  It is in Pleasant View, just a couple of miles from the church.  You would love it!  It's big, and spacious, and our old house would fit into it twice over and then some!  It has upstairs (the bedrooms, the kitchen etc) and downstairs (the home theatre room and the recording studio). 

We have also added 3 additions to the household.  Olivia came to live with us in May.  Yes – you guessed it, your brother named her!!  She came as therapy for Oliver.  She's a scraggly looking black and white dog (of unknown parentage) who loves to chew things and run around the back yard of our new house.  She has lots of love to give!

Then Cooper came to live with us in July.  Cooper the cat (the wonderful wonderful cat).  And soon after Coop moved in, whilst I was in England, your Mother adopted a stray!  Her name is Annie (the cat, the wonderful wonderful cat).  We worry about Annie… she likes to lick you when you are asleep.  If we ever die in the house, she's going to eat us piece by piece!

When last I wrote to you, I had just finished recording "The Cloud" – a CD of songs written in and around your death.  Well, I've just finished another CD, called "Even So:1".  It won't be ready to ship out til later on next month, but I'm really excited about it.  Mum, Laura and Oliver helped me to record it.  Laura sang with me on 'It Is Well' – a hymn we sang before we buried you with Nanna Brooks.  And Oliver and Laura both helped me record your favourite hymn – Come Children Join To Sing.  It's not the same as the Colin Buchanan version that you loved so much, but it's bright and happy and joyful still!

With the end of 2008, it has occurred to me that had we still been in Australia, life would be changing dramatically for you.  You would be preparing, after the summer break, to transition from primary school into high school.  Wow – imagine that, me – the Dad of a high-schooler.  That's just scary!  And with your birthday early next year, another transition – 13.  A teenager no less.  I wonder often if you would have turned into a moody sullen teen, or have simply sailed through with few battle scars.  I guess I'll hang on to my romanticized idea that you would have been close to perfect (though let's face it – you would have probably been bloody difficult to live with!).

I just missed out on being able to do all the Dad things with you at this age… holding you down and squeezing that first pimple!!  Hahaha.  Don't worry; I keep stalking Laura – constantly on zit patrol!  And whilst most people who just read that went "ewwwwwwwwwwwww" – I absolutely know you were laughing!

It feels like, Sam, that we as a family have been under relentless spiritual attack from all quarters, and for a long time.  Perhaps it is because the presence and power of Jesus in your story is so compelling and life-giving that there are some who would like to 'shut us up' for good.  Who knows… what I do know is that Romans 8 echo's the words of the Psalmist… (44:22)

"We face death all day for you.  We are like sheep on their way to be slaughtered. "

I think in many ways I understand perhaps what was going through the Psalmist mind when he wrote that.  We live in the very real presence of death each day – we are stalked our whole lives by evil.  But far be it for us to dwell on the power of sin and death, or to allow its tentacles to reach in and destroy us.  For whilst Paul echoed that Psalm, he also wrote in the same chapter…

So, what do you think? With God on our side like this, how can we lose? If God didn't hesitate to put everything on the line for us, embracing our condition and exposing himself to the worst by sending his own Son, is there anything else he wouldn't gladly and freely do for us? And who would dare tangle with God by messing with one of God's chosen? Who would dare even to point a finger? The One who died for us—who was raised to life for us!—is in the presence of God at this very moment sticking up for us.

Though the weapons of evil and others continue to hurt us Sam, with God's help they shall not prosper.  For (to quote more from the Bible), "no weapon formed against us shall prosper".

That's it for another year Sam.  Mum and I are so very proud of you (and of the man you would have become).  Tomorrow it will be Christmas... and we will miss you Son.  We will miss you terribly.

Til we meet again in glory…

Dad.

"Some people feel guilty about their anxieties and regard them as a defect of faith but they are afflictions, not sins. Like all afflictions, they are, if we can so take them, our share in the passion of Christ."  C.S Lewis

"The friend who can be silent with us in a moment of despair or confusion, who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not knowing… not healing… not curing… that is a friend who cares."  Henri Nouwen

"There is sacredness in tears.  They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.  They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues.  They are messengers of overwhelming grief, and unspeakable love".  Washington Irving

Monday, December 22, 2008 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

Amid the egg nog, the pretty lights, and the fat guy in the red suit cometh the 'tunes of the season!'.

"Even So:1" is now finished. (well, it needs to go to the manufacturer, but essentially, it is finished). Please enjoy 3 of the new songs from the album on my 'Myspace' music site - www.myspace.com/mikerayson .  Add one of the new songs to YOUR profile, and tell all your friends to order a copy!

O For a Thousand Tongues to Sing - a new contemporary twist on my favourite Wesley Hymn.  I'm sure if John thought of the new refrain, he would have used it!!!!

Come Children Join To Sing - kudos to Colin Buchanan  for first playing this song in this way.  I've added a new chorus.

Softly and Tenderly - featuring not just the guitar genius of Mr Tommy Emmanuel, but his vocal talents as well.  This is one of 2 duets on the new project, and I wrote the words to the second verse especially for him to sing.

More later - let me know what you think (either by comment, myspace message, or email).

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Grace and peace... Mike

Saturday, December 20, 2008 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

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Seems everywhere you turn this year, someone with a sad look in their eye and (usually) a mournful voice is saying... "Christmas won't be quite as good this year"!

It's a phrase repeated over and over (with different variations) on TV, talk shows, on blogs and in conversations over coffee. It's the economy, it's the war, it's the....

Isn't it sad that we equate the season of Advent with how we are feeling in any given year. With the global downturn and the miserable forecast - Christmas won't be quite as good this year.

But of course... Christmas is all about Santa and his reindeer and the sleigh and naughty or nice lists and presents and... sorry kids, Santa needs to pull in his belt and remember to take his metaformin. It's a tough one chillin's! Christmas won't be quite as good this year.

Then there are the loved ones we have lost or will mourn again around the table. And of course - because of the dearly departed, Christmas won't be quite as good this year.

Usually there is turkey and ham and stuffing and a veritabel mountain of food on the table for lunch on Christmas day, but you know, this season we may have to have a smaller ham - the Christmas bonus from work wasn't as large this year as it was last. Christmas won't be quite as good this year.

Am I trivialising the pain that people feel especially close to the holidays. Heck no... I'm the poster child for pain, and I feel it too.

But WE are trivialising the message of Christmas everytime we keep the radio or television on and listen to another broadcaster say that 'Christmas won't be quite as good this year'. WE are trivialising the message of Christmas when we are totally consumed by the feeling of loss and grief and say 'Christmas won't be quite as good this year'. And WE are trivialising the message of Christmas when we proclaim to the world, ESPECIALLY when Christ followers proclaim to the world, that Christmas won't be quite as good this year.

The message of Christmas has never changed. Immanuel - God is with us! THAT is the message of Christmas. Nothin more, nothing less. Christmas will be brilliant this year - because God is with us. Christmas will be the best ever, because God is with us. Christmas will be special becuase God is with us.

Anything less makes a mockery out of the Advent season Ebennezer!

Saturday, December 13, 2008 

Category: Automotive

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Included in this once a year, get it while its hot, Christmas spectacular is the brand new album...

FEATURING some of the greatest hymns and songs of the church...

HERE I AM LORD (I The Lord of Sea And Sky)

O FOR A THOUSAND TONGUES TO SING

THE SPIRIT SONG

SOFTLY AND TENDERLY (a duet with Tommy Emmanuel)

IT IS WELL (with my soul) (a duet with Laura Rayson)

...and a brand new 'KYRIE', written by Mike Rayson.

Together with liturgy by Bishop N T Wright; St Patrick's Breastplate; the Wesleyan Covenant Prayer; readings from Romans, Luke, John, Isaiah and the Psalms; and voices from around the globe - Joanne Lester (Traeger) in Sydney, Len Firth in Adelaide, Rev. Tony Miles and Lizzie Crow in London, Amanda Baranski and Tammy Mathews in the USA...  This is a worship CD not to be missed - a complete 'service' from beginning to end.

Best of all, this new CD features the world famous, grammy nominated guitarist "Tommy Emmanuel" - plus a vocal solo from the man himself.  Check out his webpage at www.tommyemmanuel.com - and after you've finished Christmas shopping here, go and Christmas shop some more there!! (I reccomend the Centre Stage DVD!!). 

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Wednesday, December 10, 2008 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

Ok I admit it!  I like to watch TV!

I'm not a TV junkie, and the television does not control my life... but all the same, there's nothing that relaxes me more than a good storyline and a glass of diet Pepsi with vanilla (in no particular order).

One of my favourite TV shows is House M.D, starring Hugh Laurie.  Laurie, though many Americans would not be aware of this, was long one of my favourite actors before House hit our screens several years ago.  He was Rowan Atkinsons sidekick (alongside Tony Robinson) in all of the Black Adder series.  He's also (true fact here) not American - but has perfected the accent brilliantly.  He's a Brit!  (although there was a definate mish mash of both accents going on last night on Conan O'Brien).

Last night - the final House for 2008, was simply hilarious!

(Australian and other non US readers - spoilers are contained after this line)

Long story short (and this will probably sound less funny on your screen than it was on my screen!). A young lady had seen House in the clinic suffering headaches (and a few other minor maladies).  House very quickly asked her how many weeks she was pregnant!

Pregnant!  She claimed that she and her boyfriend had never, well, you know... this was impossible!  In fact, she went and got said boyfriend.  

In the end, after running some tests, House convinced her (and the boyfriend) that she was suffering a rare case of parthnogenesis - the second recorded case in all the world.  Basically, her body had impregnated itself, and she was going to have the second 'virgin birth'!

OK - I found it funny... so much so that Amy had to come into the room to see what was going on!

But literally a couple of scenes later, the plot changed dramatically.  So much so, that I was reaching for the tissue box.  Now I am not usually an emotional wreck, but last night the storyline (another pregnancy story, in which the 16 year old mother died but her baby lived) really got to me.

From side splitting laughter to tears of sorrow in just a few minutes. 

And it was then I heard that still small voice whisper...

'Now you see how I work through you'.

I'm a methodist - commonly known as the 'frozen chosen'.  God doesn't speak to methodist's...does he????????? 

Now not such an earth shattering moment for the world, but certainly a big eye opener for me.

I have been gifted in many ways by my creator.  I have a fairly well developed, if not perhaps a little too sarcastic, sense of humour.  I would contend my wife Amy is better at the sarcasm and one liners than I am, but I think fairly quickly on my feet, and can generally come up with something to make company laugh!  If you've ever seen me perform, then you've seen me interact with people in this way.  Some shows that I have done requires a spatula to get people off the ceiling!

But, as quickly as we laugh, I begin to tell the story of Sam - and within minutes, I often have a very teary eyed congregation in front of me reaching for the Kleenex.

I get why people cry, and I guess when you tell the story often, you become a little desensitised to it.  But I still fail (because I am a man!) to see how I have the power to make people laugh in one hand, and cry in the other.

But last night I realised that I really don't.  It is God at work through me - through my story - affecting and infecting people with His story.  In fact, the very present reality of Christmas is played out in the lives of those in front of me everytime I perform.

The reality of Immanuel...

'So the Lord's promise came true, just as the prophet had said, 'A virgin will have a baby boy, and he will be called Immanuel,' which means 'God is with us.'   CEV

Each year, we approach the cute little kid in the manger, and we talk about peace on earth, and goodwill to all men.  We remember the wide eyed shepherds, and the 3 eastern kings with their impractical gifts (I mean, diapers, wipes and formulae would have been more helpful than gold and frankinstein and myrhh... ok, frankinscense, but frankinstein sounds cooler).

We sit around our Christmas tree's unwrapping gifts, sipping hot chocolate and singing songs about red nosed reindeer and listening to Bing Crosby opine about snow on Christmas day (just like the one's he used to know).

And in all of it, we completely miss the truth of Christmas.

It's not about the presents, the nativity set, the star in the sky, the shepherds, the magi, the snow, the poinsettia's, the fruit cake, or even the hot summers day (in Australia!!). 

It's also not really about a little bouncing baby boy (with halo) in a food trough, or the fat guy in a red suit, or more food than we can poke a stick at.

The meaning of Christmas runs far deeper and much wider than just the story of Jesus birth (as miraculous and wonderful as that story is) or the popular myths that we espouse around the world alongside it.

Christmas is a promise.  Immanuel.  God with us. 

God with us - when life is hard.

God with us - when gas prices are high.

God with us - when we think the world has forgotten us.

God with us - when the economy tanks.

God with us - when we do stupid things at the staff Christmas party.

God with us - when our marriage falls apart.

God with us - when a child dies.

The miracle of Christmas is not the actual nativity story (nor is it found on 34th Street)... it is the incarnation.  The word (Jesus) made flesh.  God among us, God with us.

St Athanasias (4th century) had much to say on the subject on the miracle of incarnation and the promise of Immanuel wrapped around it..

He became what we are that he might make us what he is.

His words were closely echoed some 1550 years later by CS Lewis...

The Son of God became a man to enable men to become sons of God.

It's not enough to marvel at the baby in the manger - the very son of God, Christ the King, the one who was and is and is to come, came - in the personhood of a human baby.  He entered into our pain, our skin, our very lives and lived among us.  At times he got a little angry, hungry, worn out... he laughed, trod on a few toes (I dare you to go up to your pastor this week and call him a hypocrite and a snake!), enjoyed the company of friends, wept real tears at the death of a close friend...

This baby belongs not in the manger.  This miracle belongs not just at Christmas.  The promise of Immanuel, God with us, our very present 'help in times of trouble'. 

Though I disagree with some of St Augustine of Hippo's work and writing (the man who introduced greek logic into spirituality - but that's a blog for another day), I found this quote especially helpful...

He by whom all things were made was made one of all things. The Son of God by the Father without a mother became the Son of man by a mother without a father. The Word Who is God before all time became flesh at the appointed time. The maker of the sun was made under the sun. He Who fills the world lay in a manger, great in the form of God but tiny in the form of a servant; this was in such a way that neither was His greatness diminished by His tininess, nor was His tininess overcome by His greatness.

Don't be distracted by the tiny baby... for the one who lies in the manger is truly great - truly miraculous - truly human.  He is, God With Us - Immanuel.  The one who knows our every sorrow and pain, our every groan and our every grin.  He, who (according to Phillipians) was made a little lower than the angels, entered into our world - and saw through our eyes - felt through our feelings - thought through our thoughts.

Christ the King, Christ the Servant.  Immanuel - with us, eternally!

Despite our efforts to keep him out, God intrudes. The life of Jesus is bracketed by two impossibilities: “a virgin’s womb and an empty tomb”. Jesus entered our world through a door marked,”No Entrance” and left through a door marked “No Exit.”
– Peter Larson

Monday, December 08, 2008 

Category: Religion and Philosophy

I've been dreading today.

More than any other birthday, or Christmas, or family celebration.

Even as I write this, I should be at church, but I just couldn't face listening to and hearing happy people wishing my daughter happy birthday.

Laura is 11.  Born December 7th 1997 in Port Lincoln.

The Diments looked after Sam whilst we whisked up to the hospital (and no, I didn't get lost THIS time!) and anticipated her birth.  Again, we had chosen deliberately not to know the sex of our newest family member, and were still discussing names.

I'm not sure we came to any great conclusion either during labor.

But then, the princess of my life came into living breathing existence... and the name "Laura".  My Grandmother had died 3 weeks prior, and her name was Lorna - Lorna Kathleen.  But frankly, none of my children were ever going to be called Lorna (sorry Grandma!) - so she become Laura... Laura Kathleen Joy.

Yes - 3 given names.  You see I have the standard 1 middle name, but Amy's parents were a little on the weird side and had given her 3 middle names - so we compromised and gave each of ours 2!

So, why is it 11 years later that I am avoiding her birthday.

Well today, she reaches a difficult number.  Had she been 10, or 12, then it wouldn't be a difficult day at all.  But 11...

She is now the same age as her brother.

And soon, she will be that little bit older.  On January 23rd, Laura will turn 11, 1 month and 16 days.

The time is counting down now until I no longer have an older son.  And it feels as if in some way he will become less significant, less important, and less real.

To those who believe the journey should be easier by now - its not.

To those who think Jesus can make it all better - he can't.

To those who think I should stuff my own thoughts away for the sake of my kids - you don't know what you are talking about.

To anyone tempted to say 'but he'll always be your eldest son' - please don't.

For today, just weep with me again.

And Laura - when you read this (and I know one day you will) - I love you more than I could ever love another little girl in the world.  And I'm sorry I stayed home to cry instead of going with you to church this morning.  I am proud of you for who you are and who you are becoming.

In the words of Spafford... Even so, it is well with my soul.

Saturday, November 29, 2008 

Current mood:  disgusted
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Welcome to Black Friday in the USA.

NEW YORK DAILY NEWS, FRIDAY 28th OCTOBER

"A Wal-Mart worker died after being trampled when hundreds of shoppers smashed through the doors of a Long Island store Friday morning, police and witnesses said.

The 34-year-old worker, employed as an overnight stock clerk, tried to hold back the unruly crowds just after the Valley Stream store opened at 5 a.m.

Witnesses said the surging throngs of shoppers knocked the man down. He fell and was stepped on. As he gasped for air, shoppers ran over and around him.

"He was bum-rushed by 200 people," said Jimmy Overby, 43, a co-worker. "They took the doors off the hinges. He was trampled and killed in front of me. They took me down too...I literally had to fight people off my back."

The unidentified victim was rushed to an area hospital, where he was pronounced dead at 6:03 a.m., police said.

Before police shut down the store, eager shoppers streamed past emergency crews as they worked furiously to save the store clerk's life."

MIKE ADAMS, NATURAL NEWS

"There's probably not a better scene that exemplifies American culture today: A 34-year-old Wal-Mart worker was trampled to death by 200 crazed shoppers this morning as they rushed into the store at 5:00 am to cash in on special discounts.

The mob of shoppers reportedly "took the doors off the hinges," injuring three other people in the stampede. They didn't even stop for emergency crews that were later treating the Wal-Mart employee on the scene -- they just kept rushing past, trying to get their share of the Wal-Mart discounts on "Black Friday," the biggest shopping day of the year.

Just how jacked up is American culture, anyway, when rushing to get some shopping done is more important than stopping to pick someone up off the floor and save their life? The herd mentality has taken over. Literally. All the advertising, commercial brainwashing, brand imprinting and the push to get people to own more stuff has led to this insane reality where people think that shopping is the key to happiness, and they're willing to do anything to get it.

Of course, this mentality isn't limited to America, but I think America exemplifies it best when we witness stampeding Wal-Mart shoppers killing a fellow human being.

I suppose now they'll have to post big signs on the Wal-Mart front doors: "Please don't trample employees." Or, better yet, the Wal-Mart employees should just be issued electrified cattle prods, and the shoppers can be corralled into branding chutes where they're branded with ID numbers and fitted with ear tags. This would allow Wal-Mart security cameras to identity which members of the herd are responsible for causing the most death and destruction.

After all, if the people are going to act like cattle, we might as well treat 'em like cattle.

It should be noted here that even though the Wal-Mart shoppers stampeded over a human being, they did not stampede over their coveted consumer electronics or big-screen TVs. No merchandise in the store was harmed in the stampede, which just goes to show you: To the herd, the value of a human life is LESS than the value of consumer electronics."

Sometimes, its not even worth adding your own thoughts to those of others that sum up your feeling succinctly. 

So, I'll make this brief.

Who's to blame?  Wal-Mart?  The Mob?  The US government for allowing the economies of the world to collapse under their watch and contributing to the current 'gotta getta bargain' mentality?  Or you and I?

I tend to think you and I need to take a good share of the blame.  If we were not so damn greedy, a family in New York would not be grieving today.

God help us - God help us all.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008 

Category: Religion and Philosophy
Hi all!

Amy and I (and Laura and Oliver) have been on a Green kick these last months. And it really is having an effect.

Just by replacing light bulbs in our house with energy efficient bulbs, and utilising our outdoor clothes line (an Australian Hills Hoist to be exact!!!! don't see many of them in the good ol' US of A), and a few other small things, we have lowered our monthly electricity bill by over US$40!!

And it's not difficult to start to care for the planet either. We recycle cardboard and aluminium - and we have a composter in our backyard for kitchen scraps.

2 resources have been very helpful to us.

The first, an amazing book by Dr J Matthew Sleeth called "Serve God, Save the Planet". I wholeheartedly and absolutely reccomend this book to you. It is well written, and doesn't forsake the truth of the gospel like so many other books of its ilk seem to do.



This book is available from any good Christian bookstore, or through Cokesbury.com.

The other resource Amy and I have embraced is spoken about in this video...



Now if nothing else, preachers THIS is a fantastic bible to preach from aestheticly! It lays open flat in your hand (instead of trying to close all the time!)

But that aside, with all the verses on environmental stewardship highlighted in green, it really does help to form a basis for understanding creation care. Our job as Christians is much much more than an hour of time Sunday morning. I encourage you to go buy yourself a copy of "The Green Bible".
www.thegreenbible.com

Have a great day!
Monday, November 03, 2008 

Category: Religion and Philosophy
I should be awarded the "Father of the Year" award!

Today, I took my daughter and her friend Skylar to the movies.

Now, not just any old movie, but THE movie!

I wanted to bang my head against something hard, stick pins in the backs of my hands, and break both ankles!

Yes - I took them to see (breathe Mike... breathe!) High School Musical 3!

Ugh... the dancing, the singing, the fake over acting...

But, it got me thinking somewhat!

Thinking about the Son - with everything... making himself a little lower than the angels to see through our eyes, to feel through our feelings, to think through our thoughts.

Jesus - the Son - chose to come and walk in our skin. He left his throne in glory to walk the paths we walk.

But in doing so, something magical happened. He became one of us. He laughed, cried, got angry, got hungry, was at times sleepy and tired... Jesus entered into our world so that he could invite us into his relationship with the Father.

Though I hated the movie today - truly hated it - something magical happened between Father and daughter. A shared moment, a mutual understanding. I sure didn't want to go to that dreadful excuse for cinematography, but did so because I loved my daughter! I saw the world through her eyes for just a brief moment. I laughed because she laughed... Jesus entered my world because of his love for me. To a much lesser extent, I had the pleasure of entering the world of my daughter - and did so because I love her!

Oh - and if there ever is a "College Musical" - I may well leap off a tall building before it comes out!
Saturday, November 01, 2008 

Category: Religion and Philosophy
Hi all - sorry for the 3 week hiatus on blogging, but I am now back in the USA after my 3 week tour of the UK (and my trip to France for Lunch!).

Last Sunday, I was afforded the amazing honour of preaching in front of many hundreds of people at the most well known Methodist Church in the world. Westminster Methodist Central Hall.



Westminster Methodist Central Hall has played host to some amazing historical moments, and has been graced by the presence of amazing dignitaries over the years.

Mahatma Gandhi, Sir Winston Churchill, Billy Graham, the Queen, Prince Charles and Princess Diana - just some of the people who have attended and participated in services in the great hall. It is 'home base' for one of the best modern day preachers in all of Methodism - Rev Martin Turner. (and my mate Tony, the assistnat minister, is not too bad himself - shame about the hair though!)

Historically, Westminster Methodist Central Hall played host to the original 1968 performance of Andrew Lloyd Webbers "Joseph and his Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat"... within her walls was held the public inquest into the Northern Ireland Bloody Sunday bombing...

But perhaps the most significant historical event to have taken place here in this church was this one...



So.... what in world was I - a kid from the outback isolated town of Wudinna in South Australia - doing at Westminster Methodist Central Hall, on stage, singing and preaching!

This is the stuff dreams are made of (at least for preachers that is). To be invited to preach in a prominent pulpit in a church that a good part of the world is quite familiar with. It's the kind of thing to wear on your resume with a satisfaction smile on your face (perhaps even with a touch of smugness toward colleagues - yeah I know - us preachers are human too).

I mean - wow - I preached last Sunday at Westminster Methodist Central Hall. I shared my songs at Westminster Methodist Central Hall. You could even say that I came and hit a 6 (cricket reference for you Americans reading) for the gospel at Westminster Methodist Central Hall.

Ok - enough padding out my own ego.

Let me put a spiritual spin on all of this - one that will serve to bust the balloon I'm blowing up filled with the hot air of my own self importance.

There's a story in the bible about a shepherd - the youngest of his family - who was out in the field watching the sheep. Along came a prophet who spoke with Jesse - father of the shepherd - and asked him to call all his sons together. You see, the Lord was about to smile on this family, for the prophet brought news that God had chosen the nations King from among Jesse's kids.

One by one, the prophet Samuel met with Jesse's son's - and one by one the Holy Spirit told him "no dice - not this one".

Soon, there were no son's left for Samuel to speak with. So he asked Jesse if he had any other kids - and the response - just the runt of the family out looking after the sheep.

A boy of no consequence to the family almost. I mean, Jesse hadn't even thought to call this kid in. He was the youngest, served no special place so to speak of in the family - and was sent out to look after the sheep.

In comes young David - the same fella who would slay 9 foot Goliath incidentally with a little pebble and a slingshot. When Samuel see's David, the Spirit confirms to him that THIS is the one who would be made king. And so, he annoints David's head with oil.

Now imagine that happening in your family - to one of your children. What would you do??

Probably (like me) you'd be amazed at your good fortune, and head for the nearest Porsche dealer and realtor to start amassing the 'trappings' of royalty.

But not so for David.

David turns back, and heads for the field, where he continues on as before. Looking after the sheep - protecting them from predators.

I don't think I would have done that - but I do think that the actions of David in this regard teach us much about how we should live (and I'm preaching to myself here!).

In the economy of God, it is as important to be the King of a powerful nation - the most regarded and honored person in all the land, the one with all the power, wealth etc etc... as it is to be the one who looks after the sheep.

Does God care that Mike Rayson preached at Westminster Methodist Central Hall - well, frankly, probably not. Does God care that Mike used the opportunity afforded to him to preach the gospel (regardless of the position of the pulpit) - absolutely.

Friends of mine are involved in a ministry that feeds the homeless each Tuesday night underneath a bridge in Nashville. God is as much at work under the Jefferson Street Bridge as he is in the middle of London at Westminster MCH. God is as much at work in the church I visited last year in Nicauragua that had no walls - just a roof and a dirt floor, as he is in St Pauls Cathedral - or the Upper Room in Nashville - or in the Crystal Cathedral - or even at the Outback Life Church in St George (Queensland Australia) which is just a stage! (no roof, no big infrastructure - just an outside stage).

My God is much bigger than me, and much bigger than Wesminster MCH.

I've often been jealous of preachers who I have heard preaching in great big stadiums, seeing people come to faith in droves... especially when as I listen to them preach, I realise that I'm, well, kind of a better preacher than they are.

But its not about who's the better preacher, or singer, or whatever - it's all about who is available to minister in God's name when God calls.

Yes - I feel honoured to have preached at this most amazing facility, but I am as honoured to be invited to preach a revival this Monday-Wednesday at Beeson and Glenwood UMC's - tiny little churches in rural Tennessee.

Because God doesn't care nearly as much about the building, the facilities, the preacher, the sound system or the choir - as much as he cares that people - his people - would make themselves available to the work and power of the Holy Spirit.

Westminster Schwestminster - I'll preach the gospel of Jesus Christ wherever I am invited to (and probably in some places I'm not!). Go and do the same in your communities!
Mike Rayson



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