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In my heart of heart, I feel that I am unsuited as an assigned Moderator for "The Snakepit" a.k.a. "The Wilderness," a.k.a. "Ye Old Apologetics and Theology. Mostly that is because of my admitted ignorance. My personal experience comes from being raised in a Catholic family until I was old enough to make my own decisions (or maybe just a little before that time) when I found myself actually trying to listen to what God had said and not what others said He said.
A Limited History
Some might label me a Protestant because of my affinity for those flavors of Christianity, but in recent decades, before I joined any membership or became affiliated with any assembly I made a point of asking if the Lord's Body was one or many, and asked how each group felt about denominations. I never heard anybody answer with a response of, "Well, I know what the Bible says, but it's been my experience that..."
So, non-denominational it is then, well, at least for me. After I turned 40 years old, my sister invited me to attend her church and she asked the local priest if he would let me bring up the "elements" for their communion. He agreed and I accepted the honor. I didn't eat with them - we have very basic differences and although I do still believe that there is One Church and One Body, I excluded myself from partaking from them out of my respect for their closely held belief in transubstantiation. But does that mean that I could not worship God in spirit and truth along side of and with my brothers and sisters in that assembly? No. In fact, even though we had and have very real differences in our beliefs, it seemed to me then as it seems to me today that God is a God of hearts.
Qualifications:
So then, am I qualified as a Moderator here? Maybe. Maybe not. Some argue that the very thing that convinces me that I am unqualified also convinces them that I'm one of the best persons for the job because that makes it easier for me to arbitrate and facilitate difference between our members who sometimes hold very different beliefs. In any case it is not an easy task and I do appreciate and actively ask for your prayerful support.
Once, I was asked to serve as a "camp counselor" for Vacation Bible school. There, the counselors (we were nothing more than baby-sitters who prayed) got together and spoke. We were told, "No rest to the counselor! Do not say, 'Buck up, little camper,' but rather give all diligence to the care and feeding of these little ones that have been entrusted to us. We were told, in that context, "Don't sleep, now is not the time for rest. There will be lots of time for that after we are dead."
I agree; context does matter. I did understand the message and the heart they wanted for the counselors at VBC. The children in my care and the care of a "Junior Counselor" returned with one having been called into the ministry, another gaining a salvation experience at an altar call, and with every single one, without exception, well cared for, well fed and sent home with memories designed to last a lifetime. Seeds were planted in some, water was applied to others and I witnessed beyond my own little group of happy campers, those who were in the care of others and the many other heart miracles that happened during those times of fellowship.
How They Did It:
How did those kids join together so well? They ate, drank and played together. They sang together and worshipped together. We hiked, laughed and cried together. There were campfire stories and planned activities where we could all bond and where the loving eye of our Father in heaven was set on His little ones and where He was known to have smile lines in the face that shined upon us. It was a Psalm 133 time. That little psalm has only three lines. We see there where the Lord commands the blessing. Open our ears and hearts, Lord.
Prayer, prayer, prayer. "It is by My Spirit," saith the Lord.
In my heart of heart, I feel that I am unsuited as an assigned Moderator for "The Snakepit" a.k.a. "The Wilderness," a.k.a. "Ye Old Apologetics and Theology. Mostly that is because of my admitted ignorance. My personal experience comes from being raised in a Catholic family until I was old enough to make my own decisions (or maybe just a little before that time) when I found myself actually trying to listen to what God had said and not what others said He said.
A Limited History
Some might label me a Protestant because of my affinity for those flavors of Christianity, but in recent decades, before I joined any membership or became affiliated with any assembly I made a point of asking if the Lord's Body was one or many, and asked how each group felt about denominations. I never heard anybody answer with a response of, "Well, I know what the Bible says, but it's been my experience that..."
So, non-denominational it is then, well, at least for me. After I turned 40 years old, my sister invited me to attend her church and she asked the local priest if he would let me bring up the "elements" for their communion. He agreed and I accepted the honor. I didn't eat with them - we have very basic differences and although I do still believe that there is One Church and One Body, I excluded myself from partaking from them out of my respect for their closely held belief in transubstantiation. But does that mean that I could not worship God in spirit and truth along side of and with my brothers and sisters in that assembly? No. In fact, even though we had and have very real differences in our beliefs, it seemed to me then as it seems to me today that God is a God of hearts.
Qualifications:
So then, am I qualified as a Moderator here? Maybe. Maybe not. Some argue that the very thing that convinces me that I am unqualified also convinces them that I'm one of the best persons for the job because that makes it easier for me to arbitrate and facilitate difference between our members who sometimes hold very different beliefs. In any case it is not an easy task and I do appreciate and actively ask for your prayerful support.
Once, I was asked to serve as a "camp counselor" for Vacation Bible school. There, the counselors (we were nothing more than baby-sitters who prayed) got together and spoke. We were told, "No rest to the counselor! Do not say, 'Buck up, little camper,' but rather give all diligence to the care and feeding of these little ones that have been entrusted to us. We were told, in that context, "Don't sleep, now is not the time for rest. There will be lots of time for that after we are dead."
I agree; context does matter. I did understand the message and the heart they wanted for the counselors at VBC. The children in my care and the care of a "Junior Counselor" returned with one having been called into the ministry, another gaining a salvation experience at an altar call, and with every single one, without exception, well cared for, well fed and sent home with memories designed to last a lifetime. Seeds were planted in some, water was applied to others and I witnessed beyond my own little group of happy campers, those who were in the care of others and the many other heart miracles that happened during those times of fellowship.
How They Did It:
How did those kids join together so well? They ate, drank and played together. They sang together and worshipped together. We hiked, laughed and cried together. There were campfire stories and planned activities where we could all bond and where the loving eye of our Father in heaven was set on His little ones and where He was known to have smile lines in the face that shined upon us. It was a Psalm 133 time. That little psalm has only three lines. We see there where the Lord commands the blessing. Open our ears and hearts, Lord.
Prayer, prayer, prayer. "It is by My Spirit," saith the Lord.