In Between Sundays


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Most Saturday mornings you can find me at a little cafe in Branson called CLOCKERS.  It’s a small downtown, neighborhood establishment where you’ll find a healthy mix of locals and tourists and during the weekends and holidays, it’s typically filled to capacity with the smell of home cooking and loud chatter.  There’s usually a group of five gals enjoying good conversation and with shopping on the mind, or a young couple on their first breakfast date, families with children, or military veterans with their wives.  This is a popular place.  During the tourist season, there’s usually a line outside with folks just waiting to get a seat.

Last Saturday I arrived later than usual and stood with about fifteen people waiting for a seat.  I have to admit one of reasons I like CLOCKERS is, how can I say this . . . I’m a “frequent flyer.”  No, there’s no “first class” section, but it does afford the privilege of walking into the kitchen, saying “Good morning!” to the help, and helping myself to a fresh cup of coffee while I wait.  So, on that particular morning I grabbed a cup of coffee and waited my turn.  I didn’t wait long as an older gentleman waved his hand and invited me to join him.  So, I did.  He was a stranger; we’d never met before.

I thanked him for his hospitality, we traded names, sat down and jumped into typical “guy talk.”  (Guy talk simply means “Tell me your name,” “Where are you from?” and “What do you do?” plus some weather and sports thrown in for good measure.)

“Oscar” had been in construction.  His specialty?  Water towers.  His work required him to be away from home, sometimes for long periods of time.  After years of sacrifice and hard work, Oscar retired and he and his wife moved to Branson.

The waitress kept pouring coffee so we kept on talking.  Finally, I said, “Oscar, if you don’t mind, tell me about your wife.”  There was a long pause, he stared into his coffee cup and shifted in his seat.  He whispered, “We were married 40+ years, but . . . she died this past October.”  There was a longer pause.  “Oscar, can you tell me about her?”  With a gentle voice and the greatest of care he told how they first met, her character, their family, and the joy of their relationship.  I just listened and nodded.  It was a beautiful story of love.

Our breakfast ended, we shook hands.  I closed with, “Oscar, I’m glad I got to meet you.  I’m going to be praying for you, sir.”  He nodded and went on our way.

A pastor once said (and I paraphrase), “I’ve sat in restaurants and attended churches, and if given the choice, sometimes I probably would have joined the restaurant before I joined the church.”  Why would he say that?  I think it’s because we tend to be better neighbors in smaller, more intimate settings.  Fellowship, I want to encourage you to find your neighbor – it may be a life group, prayer group, or a men’s or women’s group.  It may be next door or even a café.  Find that neighborhood where you can exercise God-given spiritual influence and where God can use others to speak into your soul.  I know one thing for sure.  “Oscar” will be there.

Have a great week, Fellowship.  You are the beautiful Bride of Jesus!

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Stille Nacht

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My hope and prayer for you is that you’ll enjoy the simplicity of Christmas.  Keeping it simple -  it’s hard to do.  After all, there’s a myriad of Christmas songs on iHeart Radio, and the guy down the block that decorates like Clark Griswold and thinks it’s a good idea, not to mention Lifetime Movie Network’s endless parade of Christmas stories.  I’m a guy so I can say this: “If you’ve seen one Lifetime movie . . . (fellas, you finish the phrase).  Don’t get me wrong, I like Christmas.  I just think it’s hard to avoid the tug and pull of trying to create a “picture perfect Christmas.”  There is value in keeping it simple.

80-year-old’s understand simplicity.  They love old stories, pictures, and seeing others experience joy.  At Thanksgiving, I asked my mom what her Christmas was like as a young girl growing up in Iowa.  She said, “Well, we didn’t have a Christmas tree until I was a teenager.  Typical gifts were an apple, and a real Christmas treat was an orange.  One year we all got a bag of candy!”  Mom’s Christmas childhood memories were simple.   

I think that’s why my favorite Christmas carol is SILENT NIGHT.  It’s easy to sing and memorable.  It’s probably been used as the musical backdrop for more Christmas Eve Candlelight Services than one could imagine!  SILENT NIGHT had a humble, simple beginning.

“Stille Nacht” was first presented as a musical offering in 1818 at a Christmas Eve service in the Austrian village of Oberndorf.  Father Joseph Mohr had written the lyrics the year before and Franz Gruber, a schoolmaster and organist, wrote the melody. 

Father Mohr asked Gruber to write the piece using a guitar accompaniment.  Details vary, but legend has it that the reason it was written for guitar was because the church pipe organ was broken.  Together, Mohr and Gruber performed the new carol during the candlelight mass at St. Nicholas parish on December 24, 1818.


“Silent night, holy night

All is calm, all is bright

‘Round yon virgin, mother and Child

Holy Infant so tender and mild

Sleep in heavenly peace

Sleep in heavenly peace.


Silent night, holy night

Shepherds quake at the sight

Glories stream from heaven above

Heavenly hosts sing “Alleluia!”

Christ the Savior is born

Christ the Savior is born.”

And that, is the simple, miraculous story of Christmas.  “Emmanuel”, God with us.  On behalf of the staff and elders of Fellowship Bible Church, we wish you a simple and hope-filled Christmas!  Blessings to you!

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