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Name: pastorbluejeans
Date registered: May 25, 2012

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  1. Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: I want it all…I want it now — June 25, 2014
  2. Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: practice??? — January 4, 2014
  3. Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: Fear means everything-unless it doesn’t — August 26, 2013
  4. Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: God of Mud pies — August 21, 2013
  5. Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: Coffeebreak time, coffee optional — August 17, 2013

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Jun 25 2014

Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: I want it all…I want it now

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Queen produced a song in 1989 that I believe was very prophetic, “I want it all”. I was reminded of the song this morning as I sat down from my morning walk with my wife. I turned on the television and saw a commercial asking the important question to men, “do you want to lose several inches?”  Well that peaked my interest.

After all, for the last six weeks or so, I have been watching what I have been eating, walking every day, and even working out a bit. So if there was something else I could be doing I think I was ready to sign up. It was then that we were shown the answer to our problems








Of course, a T-shirt is the answer. No muss, no fuss, no sweat. I could simply put on the shirt and “lose” several inches. We find ourselves in a world where we want it all…and we want it now. However, not only do we want it but we want it without any sacrifice at all.

As a husband, I want the perfect marriage. As a father, I want perfect children. As a pastor, I want a church filled with committed disciples. As a follower of Jesus, I want to understand his vision for my life. However, in each case there is no magic T-shirt to hide the flaws. In each case, I need to be willing to out in the work. Nothing in this life that is worth having comes without a price.


The question is am I willing to work for it?

Are you?


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Jan 04 2014

Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: practice???

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Allen Iverson and me, not sure I would have ever thought I would mention the two of us in the same breath before but I fear as if I must. Allen Iverson is best known for an ankle breaking crossover dribble and an epic rant against the benefits of practice.  Well I can’t exactly perform the crossover dribble like Iverson but boy do I feel the same way about practice.

The last three days that I went in to see Granny she asked me the same thing every time…”Have you been practicing your speech?”. Every time I answered her the same way, “of course I am Granny”. I think it might have been the only three times I ever consciously lied to my Granny, at least the only three I am prepared to publicly admit to. I mean really practice? How can you practice to eulogize your Granny? I know I couldn’t.

The night before the funeral, I did have many thoughts and ideas popping through my head as I shoveled snow from our driveway. So as far as practice, Granny I have to admit that is far as I got. Looking back on the day the reality is there is no way I could have practiced for that event anyway. Practice to me is all about trying to replicate the best you can the circumstances and situations you are about to face.

How could I practice standing before a sea of faces of family and friends preparing to talk about OUR Granny? How could I practice standing at the pulpit of the Catholic Church that I grew up in? How could I practice delivering a eulogy in the same church that was the place of my brother’s funeral oh so many years ago? I couldn’t practice that…could you?

However, every since the funeral I have thought a lot about the practice thing. Perhaps practice began many years ago. Granny prepared me for that moment my whole life. It was through the apples, quarters, and juicy peaches that I first learned about responsibility. It was sleepovers on Granny’s porch in the summer with my cousins that I learned what it meant to be part of family.

It was also watching her whip up her famous butter cookies that I learned what it meant to take time and enjoy what you are doing. It was sitting at the “kid’s table” at Thanksgiving that I learned how crazy and LOUD my family was. It was watching my Granny deal with family trouble and dissension that taught me to have faith in even the toughest days that there will be another day.

So Friday morning I stood up at the pulpit with a lifetime of practice behind me and I spoke. I have no idea what I said or didn’t say and it doesn’t matter. What I know was that Granny would have been pleased, not by my words but by the faces I saw. Her husband, children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren (great greats in Spirit) and friends all gathered. We are her legacy, each promising in our own ways, to live like she taught us.

I’ve always told Ginny that some day I would write a book about the lessons that Granny taught me. The reality is I don’t think that will happen. What will happen is I will continue to tell her story and live those lessons out.

Practice? I don’t need no stinking’ practice….

Granny I love you.

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Aug 26 2013

Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: Fear means everything-unless it doesn’t

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Last night at Pitman Camp Meeting, I talked about being in a situation very similar to this. It was in September of 1984 in Ft. Sill Oklahoma. We were nearing the end of boot camp and I found myself standing atop a 40 foot wall. There was good way to get off the wall. If I tried to go off the wall the way I came up, I would have to deal with a drill sergeant. If I went over the wall like they wanted me to, I would be rappelling down a wall with my life in the hands of another recruit who was on belay at the bottom.

Did I mention my overpowering fear of heights?

I decided to rappel down the wall and I am so glad that I did. It did not conquer my fear of heights but what it did do was help me see that fear is not the ultimate decision maker in my life. I can overcome fear.

Fear would not stop me from moving to California a few years later. Fear would not stop me from moving back to New Jersey after that. Fear would not stop me from pursuing a career as a computer programmer. Fear would not stop me from proposing to Ginny. Fear would not stop me from saying yeas to the call of God years later.

Fear is real…but it does not get the last word if we don’t let it. I chose to not let fear have the last words all those years ago and I have decided to let the last word belong to God instead. It seems a much better bet.

“See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!” (1 John 3:1)

So who get’s the last word in your life?

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Aug 21 2013

Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: God of Mud pies

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God of Mud pies

Join us Sunday as we talk about the God of mud pies.
Mom wasn’t right all those years ago, maybe it is okay to play in the dirt
Join us at 8:15, 9:45, and 11 am

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Aug 17 2013

Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: Coffeebreak time, coffee optional

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It seems funny perhaps to think about a coffee break after only being home from vacation for about a week. Yet as I sit in my office this morning that is exactly what is on my mind. Whether it is the aroma of a pound of coffee beans sitting on my desk (yum!) or the empty cup of coffee sitting right beside it, I am not certain. However, what I am certain of is this is something that we need to take seriously. Why? Because God says so.

Now sure, God doesn’t use the term coffee break at all he uses another word; Sabbath.  I have a limited amount of Greek and Hebrew training from seminary but the little that I do remember points me in this direction:

Sabbath = Coffee break

We need rest and we need  time to rejuvenate. This time apart is mandated by God not because he needs it but because we do. We need this time to remember what God has done and is continuing to do. We need this time to reconnect with family and friends. We need this time to reconnect with ourselves. 

 So whether you start your coffee break with a cup of coffee or not, you need to find time to start.  We need to remember that God was doing this creation and kingdom stuff long before we got here and was doing just fine. God will continue long after we are gone. The question is will be a part of what God has already deemed “very good” or will we work ourselves to death.

Take time and smell the coffee.

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Apr 24 2013

Pastorbluejeans Ramblings: What’s the Point?

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A Week ago the world changed…again. Since then we have been inundated with media speculation and political pronouncements. We have gathered together and prayed for people whose lives have been shattered in many different ways.

Many of us gathered together this weekend and worshipped and proclaimed that we believe in a God that is bigger than any bomb or bomber.

I woke up this morning and I guess I expected something different. However, the world looks the same to me. The talking heads are back to partisan bickering. Social media looks just as it did 8 days ago as do our newspapers and television.

In other words, life is virtually back to normal minus some more fear and hate. So that’s it? After all we have been through and experienced over the last week we simply go back to the way it was? What’s the point?

Every day we are faced with choices and decisions. I stand before a group of people every Sunday and tell the greatest story ever and yet in so many ways it seems as if life remains the same. This can no longer acceptable.

You need to make a choice and that needs to happen now. Will you simply let the fear, bitterness, and indifference take over or will you choose another path. There is a journey we are called to take. This is the path spelled out in the Bible.

It is a path of Grace, mercy, justice, and love. This path is not an easy one for us but with God’s help we can make it. For me, the answer to the “What’s the Point?” question is always the same. The point is we need to be better than we have been. We can no longer live in a world where our first impulse to problems is to look for scapegoats. The point is that the only way we can do that is to foster community and the only way I know to do that is through the grace of God.

So God, take us where we can’t get on our own.

We need you.

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