Sunday, June 24, 2012

Just Right (MHBC Sermon)

This morning I had the complete blessing and honor to get to worship with a sister church in Madison Heights! It was such a wonderful experience to worship Our God as a family and as a community! The music blessed my heart so much and the affirmation and encouragement of the congregation of my calling was something that is so important to me! Thank You Madison Heights Baptist Church for making me feel a part of your church family!

Just Right 1 Samuel 17:32-49

God of Grace and God of Mercy, in these moments together, may the words of my mouth and the meditations of our hearts together in this place be pleasing in your sight, O Lord our God our Rock and our Redeemer. Amen.

Fear?

            Fear!

            Fear.

            What is your greatest fear? Webster’s Dictionaries definition of fear is an unpleasant often
strong emotion caused by anticipation or awareness of danger or an anxious concern. The reality
show Fear Factor is intriguing to me. As I watch this show, I see people overcome challenges and do
things I would never dream of doing. I see people overcome what scares them the most and as they
complete the challenges, I love to see the smiles and laughter of accomplishment that they share.
These people challenge us to do the hard thing and to face the giants that get in our face and try to
keep us from growing and seeing the beauty of who we are.    Fear is a four letter word that at times
causes us to be paralyzed in a place of indecision and anxiety. I can remember as a young child into
early middle school being absolutely terrified to venture into my dark basement without someone
with me, which was usually my younger brother Dakota, for the fear of the unknown was scarier than
the reality of what was really down there which was nothing more than a washer, dryer, and other
odds and ends. This pattern of fear continued into my high school years with a fear that I was not
good enough, smart enough, or that my loud laugh or fast speech would cause people to not like me.
The idea of fear drizzled into my college life as well and at times it caused me to question my choice
of college and if my calling to become a minister was truly a call from God or if my ambitions were
overpowering the voice of God. Luckily though I came to a place where confidence outweighed the
fear and I was able to make decisions with faith and not with fear. I moved to a place where God
transformed my mind from believing that I was too much or not enough and showed me that I was, in
fact, just right. God showed me that I was created for a purpose and that I needed to have my heart
refocused and instead of looking through my dirty and broken lens of who I thought that I was, that I
needed to look through God’s lens who was graciously holding it out for me to take a glance. That
glance then turned into me wanting more of the beauty that God was offering which turned into my
disfigured lens and God’s perfect lens colliding for a new vision, a new vision that brought so much
freedom. Our loving God allowed my fear to be turned into faith and wants the same for each one of
you today as well.

            Journey with me to the ancient world, to the familiar story of David and Goliath as we look at
it not through the lens that we have always had, but rather through a new lens, the lens of God, who is
holding out our lens of redemption patiently waiting on us to take a glance. If you have your Bibles
turn with me to 1 Samuel 17: 32-37 where the first part of our story for today comes from.  

32 David said to Saul, “Let no one lose heart on account of this Philistine; your servant will go and fight him.” 33 Saul replied, “You are not able to go out against this Philistine and fight him; you are only a young man, and he has been a warrior from his youth.” 34 But David said to Saul, “Your servant has been keeping his father’s sheep. When a lion or a bear came and carried off a sheep from the flock, 35 I went after it, struck it and rescued the sheep from its mouth. When it turned on me, I seized it by its hair, struck it and killed it. 36 Your servant has killed both the lion and the bear; this uncircumcised Philistine will be like one of them, because he has defied the armies of the living God. 37 The Lord who rescued me from the paw of the lion and the paw of the bear will rescue me from the hand of this Philistine.” Saul said to David, “Go, and the Lord be with you.” This is the word of the Lord, thanks be to God.

            How many times do we go throughout our day to day lives and wish that we were something or someone different than who we actually are? How often do we lose confidence thinking that we do not meet up to the titles and expectations others place on us, or worse those that we place on ourselves? Parker Palmer says, “The greatest fear is the fear of irrelevancy.” I think that’s true. We all strive to be important and to be noticed. We want people to love us and so we sometimes compromise who we really are for who others want us to be for the fear of rejection.

It was mid July after I had finished my junior year in high school. The rain was pouring down, my clothes were drenched, and in comes this boy who looked about 6 years of age into the gym of Manchester Baptist Church where I was serving on a mission trip with the Lynchburg Baptist Association. He immediately ran to the closet pulled out a basketball and began shooting hoops by himself. The smile never left his face. The gleam never left his eyes. As we told stories of Jesus, he sat still and intently listened to every word that was spoken. The day of Bible School ended and we loaded up the children to take them to their homes. All of the children had been dropped off and this young boy was the last one. The pastor of the church joked around with this child like he were his own and once more the smile and the joy never left this young mans’ face. We take a curvy road that seems to never end on a narrow road barely large enough for a car to pass through muchless a church van. We then turn up a steep driveway to this boys home. There was trash everywhere, and the home was tiny. I assumed that it must just be a mother and father or either or that lived there and then this child named Jeremy. Pastor Ken and I left their home and headed back towards the church when he began to tell me this childs story. In this small trailer lived a mother, father, a younger sibling, two grandparents, and Jeremy. I was then told how Jeremy’s home did not have steps on the front until a week prior to our arrival and all they used were cinderblocks to climb the 5 foot space to the front door. I was told that because of his living environments that social services were in the process of trying to get him removed from his home which to him was no different than what he had always known. To him, this was home. To Jeremy, what looked to me as poverty was actually richness. He had a sense of joy that could not be taken from him. As I saw this home and the living environments of this child, my heart broke. I realized then for the first time that some of us live life in what seems like a never ending cycle of poverty and disappointments . I understood through Jeremy though that we can overcome. I understood through his joy that no matter what circumstances we go through that God is there ready to hold us up and carry us through the difficult times. I learned through Jeremy that God is fighting on our behalves so that we don’t have to fight so hard on our own.

Like our character David, Jeremy was able to see that even in the face of adversity that God is God and fights with us and for us! God doesn’t leave us alone. In the middle of the storms of life as the lightning strikes, the thunder rumbles, and the rain pours, Let us dance. Let us sing. Let us praise God.

This story of Jeremy is just one example of how God uses us where we are and allows our joy to not be compromised or taken away because of circumstances and situations that are beyond our control. We see this theme as we continue our story of David. We see the least likely get chosen as King. We see the youngest of Jesse’s sons get chosen to be the King of Israel even though he was a young man about my age with no leadership or military experience. As we read the Old Testament and even the New Testament we see God continuously use the people who are broken, those who are sick, those who are the outcasts in the community. We see God choosing the least likely candidates to do the jobs that need to get done, and we see them succeed. We see God taking ordinary people and using them in extraordinary ways. We see God use what to many would look like flaws as means to change the world and to change the hearts of people.  Let’s take another look at this story. Follow with me in your Bible where we left off as we continue on this journey

38 Then Saul dressed David in his own tunic. He put a coat of armor on him and a bronze helmet on his head. 39 David fastened on his sword over the tunic and tried walking around, because he was not used to them. “I cannot go in these,” he said to Saul, “because I am not used to them.” So he took them off. 40 Then he took his staff in his hand, chose five smooth stones from the stream, put them in the pouch of his shepherd’s bag and, with his sling in his hand, approached the Philistine. 41 Meanwhile, the Philistine, with his shield bearer in front of him, kept coming closer to David. 42 He looked David over and saw that he was little more than a boy, glowing with health and handsome, and he despised him. 43 He said to David, “Am I a dog, that you come at me with sticks?” And the Philistine cursed David by his gods. 44 “Come here,” he said, “and I’ll give your flesh to the birds and the wild animals! ” 45 David said to the Philistine, “You come against me with sword and spear and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied. 46 This day the Lord will deliver you into my hands, and I’ll strike you down and cut off your head. This very day I will give the carcasses of the Philistine army to the birds and the wild animals, and the whole world will know that there is a God in Israel. And this is the Word of the Lord, thanks be to God.

            How often do we give God the credit when we accomplish a goal? I know at times that I don’t take the time to give God the praise for what has been done for me. In a society that is driven by the need for success or to be looked up to as a role model, it gets hard at times to remember our purpose and that we are called by God to be servants and to help those in need rather than climb the economic or physical appearance wall of success that leaves us defeated more times than not because we can never seem to measure up as we compare ourselves to those around us. When we make the transition to understanding what success really is in life I think that we will find that it is in the people that we love, the lives that we touch, and the tears that we shed along lifes journey. I think that when we make the transition to understand that God is fighting for us and that God is on our side, it is then that we can take off our masks that hide our true passions. It is then that the light of Christ will be shone through us so brightly that it cannot be dimmed by those who are out to tear us down and to make us feel unworthy of God’s love or for that matter any love and acceptance whatsoever.

            David knew where he stood. His confidence that came from The Lord allowed Him to be the leader that the Israelites needed. David knew that the task in front of Him was one of great importance. He knew that in order for it to be made known that David’s God, which is the same God that we serve today, is the ultimate ruler and the ultimate King. David knew that God’s hand was directing his stones and because of David’s love and faithfulness to God, the Isrealites were able to win the war and Our God was able to be crowned victorious beside the polytheistic gods of the Philistines. Follow with me as we finish this story in 1 Samuel 17:47- 49.

47 All those gathered here will know that it is not by sword or spear that the Lord saves; for the battle is the Lord’s, and he will give all of you into our hands.” 48 As the Philistine moved closer to attack him, David ran quickly toward the battle line to meet him. 49 Reaching into his bag and taking out a stone, he slung it and struck the Philistine on the forehead. The stone sank into his forehead, and he fell face down on the ground.  Thanks be to God for this unfailing Word.

            How awesome is it that OUR God, the same God that was with David is still willing to help us fight our battles today. Many of us struggle with battles that no one knows of but ourselves and maybe a few of our closest friends or family members. Maybe the giant that we are facing today is the declining health of ourselves or a family member. Maybe it’s bills that keep piling up where we can’t find a way to get ahead. Maybe that giant is someone who puts us down and hurts us on a regular basis. Maybe the giant is ourselves. Or maybe the giant is our mask of perfection that we put on around people because we fear that they will not accept us for who we are or what our goals in life are.

            December of 2006, Katie Davis, an 18 year old from Brentwood, TN, traveled to Uganda for the first time on a short term mission trip. Immediately she was captivated and amazed there with the people and their culture. Katie then went back to Uganda in the summer of 2007 to teach Kindergarten at an orphanage. As she walked the children-home, she was shocked to see the great number of children who were sitting alone by the roadside or working in the fields. It was then that she learned that there were not very many government-run public schools in Uganda, and there was not a single one in the area that she was working. Most of the schools in Uganda are private schools that require fees to be paid in order for attendance, which makes it impossible for impoverished children to afford to get an education. God put it on Katie’s heart to begin a child sponsorship program. Katie’s original plan was to have 40 children in the program but by January of 2008 there were 150 children signed up. In 2008, Katie adopted 3 Ugandan girls. In the last few years, Katie has started a feeding program to the community where over 1600 children are nourished on a weekly basis. By her offering this feeding program, it allows the children the ability to go to school so that they don’t have to spend their time begging on the streets. As Katie began developing relationships with these people, she saw the need to empower the women so she initiated a program where they make jewelry to sell and they are also taught a money management class. Now the mom of 13 Ugandan daughters, Katie offers, “People tell me I am brave. People tell me I am strong. People tell me good job. Well here is the truth of it. I am really not that brave, I am not really that strong, and I am not doing anything spectacular. I am just doing what God called me to do as a follower of Him. Feed His sheep, do unto the least of His people.” Katie left the United States as an 18 year old girl to move to a foreign land. Now 24 years old, she has 13 daughters that she cares for on a daily basis. Katie left the wall of the pressure to attend college by her parents, her friends thinking that she was crazy, and the comfort of her home to go where God called her to. I think this shows us something today. What are we willing to sacrifice? Where is God calling us to serve and to be a presence of joy? Katie recognized the fact that God’s call cannot be muffled by our fears. God’s call is strong and does not fail to continue on when we try to ignore it. God may not be calling you to pick up your life and move to a foreign country, but what can we do here in Madison Heights to the hurting, and lonely people that we see on a daily basis? What do we have to offer?

Like David, Katie has a confidence and a shield of protection from God. Both stood up to the plate, and like Babe Ruth said, “didn’t let the fear of striking out keep them from playing the game.” What is God calling us to today? Where is God leading us on our journey?

Recognizing that we are created uniquely in the image of God is important. There is not another one of us. God gives us each our own passions for a specific purpose. God gives us a song to play and it’s our decision what kind of dance we want to create with it.

            As we hear the story of David and Goliath, it is important to remember that God is not guaranteeing that we will win every battle. Our marriages may fail and jobs may disappear. The obstacles and hardships of life may seem overwhelming, but it is important to remember that we don’t have to go through life alone. We have to remember that our loving and gracious God does not leave us when life gets hard but rather holds us in loving arms like a mother holding her newborn child. God hears our cries when we feel alone and is right there with us along the journey of life.

            This week I encourage us to not play the compare and contrast game with the people we surround ourselves with. Let us remember that we were created for a purpose and by a God of creativity who made each one of us with our own gifts and abilities. The next time we think that we are not enough or that we are too much, let us throw off that fear of inadequacy and embrace that God created us the way that we are supposed to be. God created us to be Just Right.

            Let us pray.

Daddy God, thank you for loving us just the way we are, but so much that You won’t allow us to remain that way. Give us confidence when we have none of our own. Give us peace when we are scrambling with anxiety. Let us live a life filled with faith rather than fear. Amen.

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

From Foundation to Fruition



     As many of you know, I am going to school to answer God's call to become a pastor which would not have been made possible without these three men in the above picture. Some may call them the three stooges, but to me they are so much more than that. These are the three pastors that I have had growing up at Randolph Memorial Baptist Church. These are who I looked at as role models of what a minister looks like and I am so thankful that all three of them took their job seriously so that transitioning into the role of a minister will hopefully be a smooth one for me.


     From the time I was a small child, the members and leaders of Randolph Memorial have been there to support each other and to encourage one another in the good times and to hold one another up in the storms that life brings that try so hard to knock us off of our feet! I am thankful that our church was built on a firm foundation and not shifting sand! I'm thankful that I have grown up in a church where every calling is equal where a minister is not looked at better than a teacher or doctor. I'm thankful that little boys and girls in our church are taught to follow their dreams and that they will be accepted for who they are.


     Rev. Grant Carter was the first pastor that I ever knew and served as the pastor of our church from 1988-2004! Rev. Carter showed our congregation the love of Jesus and built the foundation of Christianity that allowed my continual growth as years have passed. Grant took the model of Jesus seriously by making sure that the children of the church felt loved and accepted through making us a part of worship and through his weekly childrens sermons as well as his dedication and excitement for Vacation Bible School each year.


     The second pastor in this picture is Rev. Mark Beck. Mark was an interim pastor who pastored at our church for 2 years. During that time Mark had a huge impact on my life because as an awkward middle schooler with so much change going on Mark was there as a constant for our congregation which I am very thankful for. As the tectonic plates of Randolph Memorial were shifting and our church leadership almost completely changed during those two years, Mark was there and helped that transition period to go smoothly which was such a huge blessing for our entire congregation. It was during Mark's time as our pastor that I was baptized and really started to take seriously the words that were preached in church and taught in youth and Sunday School. It was during those years that I first felt that still small voice inside inching me towards becoming a minister. Mark's sermons were ones that everyone could relate to as his job as a counselor and pastor were seen intertwined into his sermons and through his daily life.


     The third pastor who has had an influential role in my life and the llife and growth of our church is Dr. Derik Hamby who is our current pastor. Derik has shown our congregation the love of Christ but also has challenged us to not remain surface level Christian's but to rather take that deeper plunge in order to achieve greater growth. I'm thankful for Derik and his affirmation of me becoming a pastor because without that encouragement I don't know that I would be pursuing that call. I'm thankful that Randolph Memorial is a place where I can grow and is a safe place for me to learn how to become an effective minister in a non-threathning or criticizing environment. Derik has helped me to understand that women just as well as men can be pastors and leaders of churches which I have always known but had never been verbalized to me before that point.

     This summer I have the opportinity to be an intern alongside Derik and the other staff members of our church through the Congregational Collegiate Internship through the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship. I am thankful that the CBF does this program to help ministers in training have the ability to not just see the pretty parts of ministry but also all of the hard work that goes into making a church a growing and thriving place to be. I'm thankful that I have wonderful ministers to work alongside and that they are wonderful examples of taking the gospel seriously and loving everyone who walks into the doors of our church but more importantly who love those who have never and may never step foot into our building. I'm thankful and blessed beyond words that I serve in a church where we serve our church members, community, state, country, and world through mission offerings as well as supporting missionaries through finanical means but most importantly through prayer and constant encouragement.

      Another very important role model in my life is my uncle Rev. David Fitzgerald who is the Minister of Music at Wake Forest Baptist Church in North Carolina. As a kid growing up some of my favorite memories were going to see my Uncle David in his element and to see the hard work that he had put forth in order to glorify God through his cantata's, youth plays and musicals, and piano concerts. Having a minister in my family made it easy for me to fall into that role as well because it wasn't something new, rather someone else filling those shoes and continuing that legacy.

     I just finished my sophomore year of college at Carson-Newman College in TN where I am double majoring in Religion and Human Services. It is there that I found my comfort zone where I could grow and be challenged in ways that I never would have imagined and I have been encouraged by professors, staff members, and other students. In 2 years Carson-Newman has become my second home and a place that I will be forever thankful for. It was at Carson-Newman that I first saw a woman preach and it just happened to be Rev. Julie Pennington Russell during the Ashe-Henderson Lectures of 2011. It was at that point that God used her in a way to make me confident and finally accept the call on my life to become a pastor and since then I have preached two sermons and will preach three more this summer.

    I am forever grateful for the people who have taken a chance on me and saw and showed me gifts in myself that I didn't see until they pointed them out. To my pastors, family, professors, and the many others who have been there and affirmed me, THANK YOU!

Monday, April 23, 2012

You are Christ like, why aren't we?

"Daddy, you are Christlike, why arent we? Why do we go into our churches covered by our masks of perfection like we have it all figured out? Why do we judge people without getting to know their hearts? Why do we hide our fears, failures, shame, and guilt all while shaking our heads at those who take that first step of vulnerability? What if we stopped living out of our oughts and freshly began to live out of our faith and our joy? What if we looked at every person with a sense of wonder rather than judgement? What if we truly loved our neighbors as ourselves? What if we embraced the beauty of our unique and treasured brothers and sisters? Father God, break these chains of insecurity and fear. Open our eyes to things unseen, Let us embrace change and new ideas. Mother God, hold us in your arms when we are too scared to take that first step of faith to love those who are different than ourselves! Help us to live as ONE in your spirit! Show us how to love like you love."

     This past weekend I had the privilege to participate in a conversation about sexuality and the church. The conference was put on by The Cooperative Baptist Fellowship and it was a great time of listening, learning, growing, and being transformed all in a respectful conversation and time of reflection. If you are interested in watching the videos from the conference which I strongly encourage you can see them at www.thefellowship.info/conference

     The above prayer is one that I wrote during one of the sessions that we participated in over the weekend and I wanted to share it with you all. I was confronted with the idea that in our churches much of the time our actions and mindsets do not reflect that of Christs. I truly believe that our churches have the ability to be such a place of growth and transformation if we come in with a sense of vulnerability and acceptance for those who are different than us and even the same as ourselves. I wish that our churches could be a hospital for the broken, embraceful arms for those who need comfort, and a compassionate sense of joy for everyone who comes into our church!

Hope you all have a blessed day!

Blessings,
Jaime

Thursday, March 29, 2012

Carson-Newman Hunger Games

Friends,

I have an opportunity to take part in the Carson-Newman Hunger Games. If you all have read the books or seen the movie than you know what the big hype about the Hunger Games is. If not, I will try to give you a concise description. Basically The Hunger Games take place in a post appocalyptic world in the United States. In the Hunger Games there are 12 districts and each year they have an activity put on by The Capitol or their Government where 2 teenagers betweent the ages of 12 and 17 are taken to an arena to fight for their life as only one person can live.

So with that being said, Carson-Newman is putting on our own Hunger Games. I was chosen as a tribute from the commuter district and the games beging tomorrow. I will be taken to a farm at an undisclosed location and have to fight for my life with Nerf Weapons being my worst enemy. =)

We are doing this as a fundraiser to help Appalachian Outreach which is a service organization here in Jefferson City that helps low income families through providing clothes, food, and other necessary items to live as well as The Samaritan House which is a home for women, children, and families who do not have a home in order to try and get them back on their feet.

If you are interested in supporting me, you can give me a call at 434-944-8746 or email me at Jnfitzgerald@cn.edu

You can also call my mentor Abi Parker at 270-469-5641 or email her at arparker@cn.edu

Any amount will help greatly.

You all are so amazing! Thanks for helping me win the games and to help people in need at the same time!

Blessings,
Jaime

Sunday, March 4, 2012

'My name is Jaime and I am the coolest person in the whole world! God loves me so much and has gifted me so much. Everyone around me thinks I am the biggest blessing ever and I am so valuable to them! I am cherished and secure in who I am and am so thankful to Gor all that He has made me!"

I've been hacked! Thanks Erin, you're awesome! Love you so much! =)

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Experience of Preaching my first Sermon! =)

       As I think back through the past 20 years, I realized that I have sat through over 1200 sermons, many of which impacted my life and faith in incredible ways and others that I could have easily slept through. I have heard countless pastors from different denominations each with their own style and voice. I have heard men and women, african-american and caucasian, Baptist and Catholic, young and old, and Conservative and liberal pastors. I have been to large churches as well as small churches. I have countless quotes from several intriguing pastors in a journal as well as many on bulletin inserts.

        About a month ago I had the oppotunity to be part of someone elses experiences of different pastors that they heard. I was on the other side of the game. I was the one who allowed the Holy Spirit to convict hearts, transform lives, or to plant a seed of encouragement in a struggling heart. Words from my sermon were probably written in journals or on the offering envelopes that are placed on the back of the pews. Preaching my first sermon was the most humbling experience of my life.

        February 5th 2012 was a day that will forever be etched into my heart. The day finally came where for the first time in my life I knew exactly what God wanted me to do with the rest of my life. I finally felt such a sense of peace about calling. God allowed so many people who are dear to my heart give me encouragement as well as affirmation that I am currently walking down the exact path that I am supposed to be! February 5th was a day that will sadly not happen in many Baptist churches for the simple fact that many people would never ask a female to preach in their congregation muchless call them as a senior or even associate pastor.

        I was able to preach as part of Martha Stearns Marshall Month of preaching which has been a month where churches ask females to preach during the month of February. This month began in 2007. I hope that one day in my lifetime I will see the time when this month is no longer necessary
because we will move to a place in our churches where a Pastor is not chosen based on gender. I think that this month of preaching is a good way to show the children and teenagers in our churches that they can do whatever they want to in life whether they are a boy or a girl.

        It was crazy to realize how much the pastor actually notices as they preach. I could see the people who whispered to their neighbors. I could see when someone reached into their purse to grab a mint. I could see the person nodding off to sleep about midway back in the middle section. I could see the mom trying to contain their restless toddler. And all of that was beautiful. It was beautiful to see our church packed with a little over 300 people. It was beautiful to see people coming together from all walks of life for the same purpose, to worship the creator of the universe and the healer of our brokenness, and the lover of our souls. It was beautiful to see people come forth and pray at the alter; young and old alike came to the alter to offer a gift to God.

        As I stood behind the pulpit, I looked into the audience and into the eyes of so many people who have been influential in my spiritual walk. I saw Sunday School teachers, family, friends, and fellow ministers who I have looked up to and respected over the years. I saw people who without their dedication to loving and encouraging me, I wouldn't be where I am today. I saw people who had to show me tough love in order for me to grow-up and leave behind childish ways. I saw friends, no brothers and sisters, from Carson-Newman who have loved me so much over this past year. As I looked into the audience I was reminded of the many memories from my growing up days in Randolph Memorial Baptist Church.

        As I glanced to the 4th row on the left hand side of our Sanctuary, I was reminded of the many Sundays of sitting in church with my grandma who had to consistently quiet my brother, my cousins, and myself as we would talk to one another during the worship services. As I led the children's sermon, it brought back memories of my grandmother constantly reminding me to 'sit like a lady' which was the last thing on my mind as I was too busy trying to say the correct answers to my pastors questions. As I glanced to the back of the Sancutary, I chuckled to myself as I remembered the many games of hide and seek and sardines that were played in that sanctuary over the years. I remember coming to revival when Grant Carter was pastor as a child and always listening closely to the sermons even as a small child. I remembered the day that my friends and I decided to get baptized and how we went forward all on the same day to make our decision public and then a few months later entered the waters as our pastor at the time, Mark Beck, baptized us. So many laughs, smiles, and tears were shared in that sanctuary and I am thankful that another memory was made as I was asked to preach my first sermon from the pulpit in which I heard my first sermon 20 years ago.

        To everyone who saw leadership and pastoral characteristics in me before I did, thank you for sharing that with me. For those who have been there with me and fumbled through this idea of calling with me, thank you. To Susie Poindexter and Derik Hamby who helped me through the freak out stage of College decisions, thank you. To those of you who kept me in the nursery as a child to those who I am able to share life with now, thank you. For those who have laughed with me, and held me as I cried, thank you!

        The road to becoming a pastor is going to be a long one, and I am excited that I have so many people who have been willing to take a chance on me and to look past flaws to see the ministry capabilities in me. Please continue to pray for me and with me as I make deicisions in the next couple of years as far as what grad school to attend and what ministry opportunites to take part in. Continue to pray that churches will open up their doors to me so that I can have the ability to use the gifts that God has given me and to gain more experience.

        Thank you Derik for taking a chance on me! Also, in case any of you are interested, I will be preaching on March 11, 2012 at Grace Hills Baptist Church in Appomattox, VA. If you're in the area, I would love for you to come and worship with us, but if you are not in the area, your prayers will be greatly appreciated! Thanks so much to each of my readers for your constant love and encouragement.

Blessings,
Jaime

Monday, February 13, 2012

My Psalm to God

Tonight we had a speaker come in and talk to us about the lies that we believe and the wounds that can in turn heal us. The speaker was Kary Oberbrunner who is the author of several books, one being "Your Secret Name" which I am currently reading-- and I really encourage you all to read it or atleast check our Oberbrunner and his story. Oberbrunner was once a self-injurer and he told us a little of his story of how God healed him from that. One cool thing that he said tonight that really hit home for me was this, "All sin is self-injury" It doesn't matter if we are a cutter or if we bad mouth our parents, that is all a form of self-injury. He went on to talk about the 'Imposter Sydrome' which I can find myself relating to at times. A lot of the times we walk into the doors of the church only to put on the mask of a perfect Christian and then we leave the building so ashamed that we fear taking off our masks because we fear the rejection that we may receive from people around us. I challenge you today, to be real with God. Tell God your struggles as well as your joys. Tell God what is bothering you and let God heal your deepest wounds. We were challenged tonight to write our own Psalm and I want to share mine with you. Here it is, raw and unedited-- therefore it is not perfect, but was what was on my heart tonight!


My Psalm to God

Mother God, holder of our broken souls, Thank You
Father God, applicator of needed discipline, Thank You
Compassionate Friend, Confidant of our deepest secrets, Thank You
Healing Lord, The One who bandages our scraped knees, Thank You
Beautiful Creator, Molder of our clay selves, Thank You
Sacrificial Lamb, Giver of Your only Son, Thank You
When we see the barren Woman, let us hold her
When we throw selfish tantrums, remain firm
When we see a friend in need, let us be their crying shoulder
When we go to the bedside of the sick, burden our hearts
When we busily glance at the fading sunset, grasp our attention
Teach us to love justice and mercy
Teach us to speak up for those without a voice
Giver of love, peace, joy, patience, kindness, and beauty
For Your fruits of the Spirit, we give thanks
Break the chains of bitterness, shame, fear, guilt, self-hatred, and lonliness.
Thank You