What is your complaint??

The Anti-Peg Church

 

peg.bmpOne day in the 1890’s in Mayfield, Kentucky, a deacon pounded a wooden peg into the back wall of a small Baptist church. When another deacon discovered the peg, he became so angry that he created dissension in the church – between the pro-peggers and the anti-peggers. The congregation eventually split apart, and the Anti-Peg Baptists started their own church.

This sounds so silly, doesn’t it? Yet, this still happens every Sunday at churches all over the world. It may not be a wooden peg that causes dissension, but it’s probably something just as trivial. Maybe the lights aren’t bright enough or the chairs aren’t set up the right way or there’s not enough good parking spaces close by. Maybe the music is too loud (or too soft) or maybe the songs are too old (or too new). The list goes on and on.

Why do people care about the lights, parking, music, carpet, chairs, or someone in church who didn’t speak to them on Sunday? Because Satan can trick anyone into thinking that a small wooden peg is actually a massive oak tree! When we focus on insignificant things that don’t count for eternity, we can’t focus on important things. God expects us to focus on serving Him, helping the poor and hurting, and reaching people for the Kingdom.

Something may not be exactly what you want or like in church, but if people are being saved, getting baptized, and growing in Christ, then maybe you need to take a step back from your trivial issues and not threaten to “take your toys and go to another church.” Because I have news for you! That other church will have issues too. You can’t leave a church because of a wooden peg and expect God to bless you. His Word says in John 12:26, “Whoever serves me must follow me; and where I am, my servant also will be. My Father will honor the one who serves me.”

If you find yourself causing dissension at church, try to remember what Jesus did on the cross for you (and for me). Do you think He wanted to do that? Actually, the answer to that question is ‘yes’. To be beaten and called names and then to be nailed and hung naked on the cross so we could be forgiven and go to Heaven was the ultimate fulfillment of His mission on earth. Therefore, as Hebrews 12:2 says, we should “fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of faith, who for the joy set before Him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.”

When we complain about what makes us unhappy with the church, we miss the opportunity to reach out to those lost souls who walk through the doors on Sunday morning, just wanting someone to smile and say hello to them. If we’re too busy being upset about a petty problem with no eternal value, we need to grow up and put on our spiritual big boy shorts and big girl panties and stop acting like babies. Or as the Apostle Paul wrote in Philippians 1:27, “Conduct yourselves in a manner worthy of the gospel of Christ . . . so that you are standing firm in one spirit, with one mind striving together for the faith of the gospel.”

Every day people are dying and going to hell without hearing about and knowing about the love of Christ. It’s time for all of us to not only talk the talk, but walk the walk. In the end, the only thing that matters is what we did for Christ and how we served Him and others. I doubt that God is happy when He looks down and sees us, His “Christian” children, causing dissension in the church over a wooden peg, no matter what that wooden peg may or may not be.

“Let the peace that comes from Christ rule in your hearts. For as members of one body you are called to live in peace. And always be thankful.” Colossians 3:15

Pastor’s Wife shares secrets about life married to the Pastor. Joyce Thrasher on Marnie’s Friends Radio

Inside Secrets: Things You'd Never Guess About Being a Pastor's Wife

Marnie's Friends Radio Show

Joyce Thrasher guest on Marnie’s Friends Radio Show.

Joyce Thrasher the “Crazy Pastor’s Wife,” shares her “Real” life and secrets as a Pastor’s wife. She is transparent and open in this interview. You may find out something that will shock you about being married to “The Pastor.” Listen to the show on the link below.  It’s not as easy as it looks being married to the Pastor and pressure the church members put on her and her family.

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ngs-youd-never-guess-about-being-a-pastors-wife

 

FIGHTING THE BATTLE

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We depend on the LORD alone to save us.  Only he can help us, protecting us like a shield.  In him our hearts rejoice, for we are trusting in his holy name.  Let your unfailing love surround us, LORD, for our hope is in you alone.  (Psalm 33:20-22 NLT)

 

I recently took Donny, my husband, to the Veteran’s Hospital closest to our home.  Donny’s hip had been bothering him and we thought it should be checked out.  Not long after we arrived and signed in to the VA emergency room, we knew we were there for something much bigger than a sore hip.  God sent us there!

We sat in a room filled with veterans with a TV on, but nobody could hear it because our vets were talking about where they were stationed and in what war or mission they had served.  It was interesting just listening, which is what Donny and I did for a while.

Veterans came and went and we learned that some had been there for five hours before we arrived.  The longest wait was that of an older vet who sat for ten hours before being seen by a doctor.  Most of the vets in the ER didn’t have anyone with them to get them something to eat or drink, so when I went out to buy a few snacks for Donny, I bought extra for those vets who might want or need water or a snack.  They were so appreciative, and hearing “thank you, ma’am” over and over again brought a smile to my face and more than covered any cost.

A young man soon came in and sat down in a chair next to Donny and me.  It was apparent that he was in distress, not physically, but mentally and emotionally.  He could not have been over 25 years old.  Hunkered down in his own world, he talked to himself and was agitated because he had seen so much violence and had lost so many friends.

No doubt he was hurting and probably taking several substances (legal or not) to try to cope with his emotions and memories from the “conflict” that our current president (this was in the summer of 2016, and I won’t mention a name, but you know who I mean) calls “radical extremism” instead of what it really is – radical Islamic terrorism.  Radical Islamic terrorism killed this young man’s friends and forever changed his life.  Seeing his friends slaughtered while his country is being so “politically correct,” that young veteran is lost and doesn’t fit in anymore.  His battle is not over, and may never be over, as he relives horrible memories and endures terrible nightmares.  Living a “normal” life is no longer an option for him.

But this young man soon stopped talking to himself and opened up to Donny, actually giving Donny a smile.  Because my husband was in the Army for 29 years as a Chaplain, he has a lot of experience talking to soldiers and understanding PTSD and the pain they go through everyday.  Donny and I both know this wounded warrior has a long road ahead of him and we pray that the VA takes care of him and treats him like the hero he is.

After seven hours of waiting in the emergency room, Donny and I were alone with another young man who was wearing jeans and a T-shirt.  His pants sagged too low and I thought, “pull your pants up.”  He was holding his stomach and I could tell he was in pain.  After going in to see a doctor, he came back to the waiting room.  I noticed that his jeans were now a little lower and his boxer shorts were showing and he was still bent over holding his stomach.  I sat there in the waiting room judging him and wondered why he thought it was okay to walk around like that.  I thought “if he were one of my sons, I wouldn’t care how old he is, I would tell him to pull his pants up”.

Donny was finally discharged from the emergency room at the same time the young vet with the too low pants (and a few missing teeth) was discharged.  The three of us walked to the elevator together.  The vet wanted to continue talking with Donny and learn more about how Donny had gone through airborne school at the age of 43.  The vet was so impressed with Donny because airborne school is not easy to get through at any age, much less 43.  The vet then told us that he went through airborne school at the age of 19, and then through Ranger school.  Donny said, “Well, you were one of the few, because not many people make it through Ranger school.”

When we got into the elevator, the vet said, “Yep, I was one of the crazy ones who made it through.”  Then he lifted his shirt and showed us two bullet wounds in his side and lower abdomen.  “I suffer daily with the constant pain and the doctors can’t seem to fix it.”

I wanted to cry right then and there, but instead I spoke to my own heart, “Thank you for your service; thank you for raising your hand and volunteering to go into harm’s way.”  Now in his 20’s, that wounded warrior suffers everyday because of his sacrifice.  And to think that I judged him because he couldn’t pull his pants up around his waist because it hurt too much to do so.  There he was, a real American Hero, and I had no idea!

That humbling moment made me realize that while our nation continues to fight the battle against evil, all of us are fighting some kind of battle.  We should never judge others based on how they dress, talk, or act.  Since we don’t know what anyone has been through, we need to love everyone, just like Jesus loves us.

Next time you see a veteran, don’t hesitate to say, “Thank you.”  Those brave men and women have sacrificed so much for our freedom.  I pray that our next president will respect our military and help our soldiers learn how to have a normal life when they return home from service – as “normal” as they can.

Where is your Identity?

As women, it often seems easy to find an identity, especially since we are continually surrounded with so many voices. The commercials, the TV shows, and even the churches tell us where and how to find “ourselves.” They make us believe that something or someone here on earth can and will define who we think we are.

 

Some women find identity in their marriage. Some find it in their children. Some find it in their actions or bank account, home, job, even in their successes and failures. Unfortunately, this identity isn’t based on Jesus who died on the cross, but on this sinful and spiteful world.

 

If you are a believer in Jesus Christ, your identity, like mine, is always defined and found in Him – and that means:

 

  • You have been placed on earth for a specific, royal purpose

 

  • You are completely forgiven

 

  • You radiate God’s light and love wherever you go

 

  • You have Royal Identity in Christ

 

  • You have been bought with a price and you belong to God

 

  • You are God’s treasured and precious daughter

 

  • Your Father is a King – The King of all Kings! And that makes you a princess!

 

“You shall be a crown of beauty in the hand of the Lord, a royal diadem in the hand of your God.”   Isaiah 62:3

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Joyce Thrasher www.crazypastorswife.com