"... To give them beauty for ashes..." Isaiah 61:3
When I was just eleven years old my family and I faced a tragedy that would change our lives forever. It was Sunday morning; we were not Christians and we did not attend church. Our Sunday ritual was to make our way at some point in the day to the local washateria in order to take care of our laundry needs. This particular Sunday would be unlike any other. It was the coldest winter Houston had seen in some time. Temperatures had dipped well below freezing. We arose that morning and made our way to the washateria. As we returned home and approached the turn onto our street a water hose from a fire truck was attached to a fire hydrant and running in the direction of our street. I remember my dad saying, "I wonder who's house is one fire?" Moments later the answer to his question became our devastating reality. Our home had caught fire and was almost completely destroyed. We were shell-shocked. What do you do? Where do you go? Why did this happen?
Over time some of my memories of that event have faded. After all, it was almost thirty years ago now. What has been so awesome though, is to see how God has used that tragedy for His glory! What we could not have possibly known at the time is that from that tragedy God would place my family under the influence of the Gospel. About a year later the Lord was gracious to call to my soul and I submitted my life to the Lordship of Jesus Christ. Other family members also came to faith in Christ. I would meet the precious gem that God would give to me as my bride. I would be called to preach and surrender my life to the ministry of the Lord and so many more wonderful, awesome and incomprehensible things could be mentioned. What I have learned through the years, and what we simply could not see on that fretful, cold winter Sunday morning is that God can give beauty for ashes! I've been preaching for over twenty years now. Time has marched on and the Lord has been so good and gracious to allow me to serve Him. To God be the glory!
In the early summer of this year the Lord began to lead us down a path of transition. I would resign my pastorate in east Texas and for the first time in my life move away from the state of my birth. In July of 2016 God called and in August I began to serve as pastor of Fellowship Baptist Church in Central, Louisiana. While somewhat anxious about the move we began the transition with a great deal of excitement... looking forward to what God was going to do in this new context of ministry. Little did we know of the disaster that was coming. Just thirteen days into my new pastoral assignment a weather system moved into the Baton Rouge area and dumped more than twenty-five inches of rain. It seemed like it would never stop. The Amite and Comite rivers run through our area and the waters began to rise. Predictions of flooding began to filter in... and flood it did. Subdivisions were evacuated. Shelters were established. Some shelters began to flood and people were then evacuated from places of refuge to further outlying areas. We didn't know it at the time but we were beginning to experience what would be the most catastrophic flood in the history of the state of Louisiana. The damages of the 1,000 year flood, as it has been called, exceeded even the massive devastation of Hurricane Katrina (2005). The Central and Denham Springs area looked like a war zone.
My church became a shelter for more than 150 people in total and some of those stayed for more than six weeks. Of course we had many ministry opportunities in addition to this including mud outs, food and cleaning supplies distribution, monetary gifts and certainly the presentation of the Gospel. However, the ugliness of the destruction took its toll. I sat and ministered to people who saw 40, 60 and 70 years worth of life's memories sitting in a pile of rubble on the curb in front of their water damaged houses. For some it wasn't realistic that they would ever return home; for others the financial impact has been severe and still, for others the emotional impact of it all has been overwhelming. I don't compare my personal situation to such as these, but I lost a vehicle, clothing and additionally, the home that I had secured to rent for my family. The house had been immersed in over four feet of water. My wife, four children and I were now homeless. Finding a home in this area was difficult before the flood. Now, over 90% of the area had been under water. We had no idea what we would do. Our days went on without end. Sleep eluded us. I was trying my best to provide leadership to my new congregation; to minister the Word of God to them; to be a source pointing them to the hope that we have in Jesus Christ. All the while I was worried about what I would do for my own family. How to make decisions... Where to find a place to live... How to pay for expenses that were now going to be much more substantial, at least temporarily. Then, in the midst of everything, on an already highly stressful day my wife was involved in a car accident. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but the vehicle was substantially damaged. So, at this point we had lost our place to live and now a second vehicle was gone, albeit this one temporarily.
My mind then went back to that time when I was just a boy and my family faced the devastation of that house fire. Peace began to flood my heart and fill my mind. It was as though the Lord was using that memory to remind me of something that I already knew and that was that HE IS SOVEREIGN and HE IS IN CONTROL!The Lord graciously reminded me that He can give beauty for ashes! Suddenly, I was filled with joy and as I remembered the blessings that God brought out of the devastation of fire. I couldn't help but begin to excitedly ponder what great things for His glory He bring out of this flood! Indeed, God has been so good! Donations flooded into our church. We were able to put at least some money in the hands of people affected by this disaster. We wrapped the Gospel in tangible ministry, spoke the truth and witnessed lives being touched and hearts being changed! On November 8th my wife and I closed on our new house that had not been flooded! We moved in just over two weeks ago and simply could not be more thrilled with how God has taken care of us! Make no mistake, the days of recovery here in south Louisiana are far from over. We need you to pray for us. People are still putting their lives back together. Some days are more frustrating than others. Set backs are inevitable. A new reality has settled in the minds of the people and yet through it all the good and gracious hand of our Lord has been powerfully active! In what could have completely destroyed a community and, for me a new ministry, we have instead watched as God has given beauty for ashes!
I am more excited now about what God has in store for Central, Louisiana and Fellowship Baptist Church than that I was when I came to preach in view of a call to be the pastor! The blessings that I have experienced through the devastation of that childhood event with fire compels me to rejoice as I think of what God can and may do through the disaster of this flood! It has been an unusual way to begin a new pastorate, to be sure. However, as I consider the goodness of my God, I wouldn't trade what I have endured these last five months for anything. So... my philosophy has become this: Let me face whatever disaster may come! I'll just give my ashes to God and faithfully anticipate what beauty He may bring from it!
When I was just eleven years old my family and I faced a tragedy that would change our lives forever. It was Sunday morning; we were not Christians and we did not attend church. Our Sunday ritual was to make our way at some point in the day to the local washateria in order to take care of our laundry needs. This particular Sunday would be unlike any other. It was the coldest winter Houston had seen in some time. Temperatures had dipped well below freezing. We arose that morning and made our way to the washateria. As we returned home and approached the turn onto our street a water hose from a fire truck was attached to a fire hydrant and running in the direction of our street. I remember my dad saying, "I wonder who's house is one fire?" Moments later the answer to his question became our devastating reality. Our home had caught fire and was almost completely destroyed. We were shell-shocked. What do you do? Where do you go? Why did this happen?
Over time some of my memories of that event have faded. After all, it was almost thirty years ago now. What has been so awesome though, is to see how God has used that tragedy for His glory! What we could not have possibly known at the time is that from that tragedy God would place my family under the influence of the Gospel. About a year later the Lord was gracious to call to my soul and I submitted my life to the Lordship of Jesus Christ. Other family members also came to faith in Christ. I would meet the precious gem that God would give to me as my bride. I would be called to preach and surrender my life to the ministry of the Lord and so many more wonderful, awesome and incomprehensible things could be mentioned. What I have learned through the years, and what we simply could not see on that fretful, cold winter Sunday morning is that God can give beauty for ashes! I've been preaching for over twenty years now. Time has marched on and the Lord has been so good and gracious to allow me to serve Him. To God be the glory!
In the early summer of this year the Lord began to lead us down a path of transition. I would resign my pastorate in east Texas and for the first time in my life move away from the state of my birth. In July of 2016 God called and in August I began to serve as pastor of Fellowship Baptist Church in Central, Louisiana. While somewhat anxious about the move we began the transition with a great deal of excitement... looking forward to what God was going to do in this new context of ministry. Little did we know of the disaster that was coming. Just thirteen days into my new pastoral assignment a weather system moved into the Baton Rouge area and dumped more than twenty-five inches of rain. It seemed like it would never stop. The Amite and Comite rivers run through our area and the waters began to rise. Predictions of flooding began to filter in... and flood it did. Subdivisions were evacuated. Shelters were established. Some shelters began to flood and people were then evacuated from places of refuge to further outlying areas. We didn't know it at the time but we were beginning to experience what would be the most catastrophic flood in the history of the state of Louisiana. The damages of the 1,000 year flood, as it has been called, exceeded even the massive devastation of Hurricane Katrina (2005). The Central and Denham Springs area looked like a war zone.
My church became a shelter for more than 150 people in total and some of those stayed for more than six weeks. Of course we had many ministry opportunities in addition to this including mud outs, food and cleaning supplies distribution, monetary gifts and certainly the presentation of the Gospel. However, the ugliness of the destruction took its toll. I sat and ministered to people who saw 40, 60 and 70 years worth of life's memories sitting in a pile of rubble on the curb in front of their water damaged houses. For some it wasn't realistic that they would ever return home; for others the financial impact has been severe and still, for others the emotional impact of it all has been overwhelming. I don't compare my personal situation to such as these, but I lost a vehicle, clothing and additionally, the home that I had secured to rent for my family. The house had been immersed in over four feet of water. My wife, four children and I were now homeless. Finding a home in this area was difficult before the flood. Now, over 90% of the area had been under water. We had no idea what we would do. Our days went on without end. Sleep eluded us. I was trying my best to provide leadership to my new congregation; to minister the Word of God to them; to be a source pointing them to the hope that we have in Jesus Christ. All the while I was worried about what I would do for my own family. How to make decisions... Where to find a place to live... How to pay for expenses that were now going to be much more substantial, at least temporarily. Then, in the midst of everything, on an already highly stressful day my wife was involved in a car accident. Thankfully, no one was hurt, but the vehicle was substantially damaged. So, at this point we had lost our place to live and now a second vehicle was gone, albeit this one temporarily.
My mind then went back to that time when I was just a boy and my family faced the devastation of that house fire. Peace began to flood my heart and fill my mind. It was as though the Lord was using that memory to remind me of something that I already knew and that was that HE IS SOVEREIGN and HE IS IN CONTROL!The Lord graciously reminded me that He can give beauty for ashes! Suddenly, I was filled with joy and as I remembered the blessings that God brought out of the devastation of fire. I couldn't help but begin to excitedly ponder what great things for His glory He bring out of this flood! Indeed, God has been so good! Donations flooded into our church. We were able to put at least some money in the hands of people affected by this disaster. We wrapped the Gospel in tangible ministry, spoke the truth and witnessed lives being touched and hearts being changed! On November 8th my wife and I closed on our new house that had not been flooded! We moved in just over two weeks ago and simply could not be more thrilled with how God has taken care of us! Make no mistake, the days of recovery here in south Louisiana are far from over. We need you to pray for us. People are still putting their lives back together. Some days are more frustrating than others. Set backs are inevitable. A new reality has settled in the minds of the people and yet through it all the good and gracious hand of our Lord has been powerfully active! In what could have completely destroyed a community and, for me a new ministry, we have instead watched as God has given beauty for ashes!
I am more excited now about what God has in store for Central, Louisiana and Fellowship Baptist Church than that I was when I came to preach in view of a call to be the pastor! The blessings that I have experienced through the devastation of that childhood event with fire compels me to rejoice as I think of what God can and may do through the disaster of this flood! It has been an unusual way to begin a new pastorate, to be sure. However, as I consider the goodness of my God, I wouldn't trade what I have endured these last five months for anything. So... my philosophy has become this: Let me face whatever disaster may come! I'll just give my ashes to God and faithfully anticipate what beauty He may bring from it!