Sunday, July 13, 2014

Generational Faith - Antioch Baptist Church Delivered July 9, 2014 post




Antioch Baptist Church Delivered July 9, 2014 post

2 Timothy 1:1-7 NIV
1 Paul, an apostle of Christ Jesus by the will of God, according to the promise of life that is in Christ Jesus, 2 To Timothy, my dear son: Grace, mercy and peace from God the Father and Christ Jesus our Lord.

3 I thank God, whom I serve, as my forefathers did, with a clear conscience, as night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers. 4 Recalling your tears, I long to see you, so that I may be filled with joy. 5 I have been reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also. 6 For this reason I remind you to fan into flame the gift of God, which is in you through the laying on of my hands. 7 For God did not give us a spirit of timidity, but a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline.

It is useful to understand the circumstances under which any part of the Bible is written in order to better understand God’s meaning for us. 

1First - Paul wrote this letter to Timothy from a Roman prison and he was expecting his eminent death.  2 Timothy was Paul’s last recorded letter.  HIS TIME WAS SHORT.  But then, every generation is short.

  Second - Paul understood that this as pivotal time in World History, a time when the leadership of the Church was transitioning from the Apostles to the next generation of believers. 

  Third - Though this missive is intimate, 2 Timothy was much more than personal letter from Paul.  His purpose is to provide instruction for the post apostolic church.  He gives Timothy three commands:
·      Preach the Word
·      Combat False Doctrine
·      Pass the Torch

Look at what Paul wrote in verse three: “I thank God, whom I serve, as my forefathers did, with a clear conscience, as night and day I constantly remember you in my prayers.”  Paul was recalling the example of his ancestors while continually praying for Timothy, the next generation.

Paul is saying: “This was my heritage.  And through myself, your grandmother Lois, and your mother Eunice, it is now yours.” 

Paul would back his assertion in chapter 3: “14 But as for you, continue in what you have learned and have become convinced of, because you know those from whom you learned it, 15 and how from infancy you have known the holy Scriptures, which are able to make you wise for salvation through faith in Christ Jesus.”

In other words: “This is from a trustworthy source.  You can put your faith in it.  Pass the torch, for it is your heritage.”  And what an inheritance it is: Not timidity (fear), but power, love and self-discipline (self control)!

But you here at Antioch Baptist, You understand heritage.  That bowl of peppermint in the narthex, honoring the memory of Nathan Davis bears witness to that.  And the fact that you would prominently display a candle-holder from the 1800s to remind us that our ancestors found it Holy and right to build a sanctuary in this valley in which to worship God.

It is our heritage that grounds us; it connects us to the saints that came before us.  We are called to offer our brief lives to be a part of something eternal, and our mortal bodies to be a part of something larger and immensely beautiful.

My sisters and I share this heritage with you.  This is our mother’s home church.  I understand that our grandfather, Tim Buffington, is Antioch’s oldest living deacon.  It was at this altar that our parents were married. 

I know of your commitment to spreading the Gospel and helping those in need.  I remember hearing many years ago about your work with Carpenters for Christ.  I also was delighted to learn of your support for Youth for Christ and your mission work in Kentucky.

You could have chosen to be just another country church tucked away in a corner of Floyd County.  But you, because “God did not give you a spirit of timidity, but instead, a spirit of power, of love and of self-discipline” – you chose to spread His glory beyond this valley to a world that desperately needs a Savior.  You are passing the torch.  And for this reason I praise God for you.

So the message this morning for us is this: Don’t drop the torch.

Think of relay race.  The first runner is carrying a baton, after he runs a certain distance, he hands it off to the next runner.  That runner runs for a certain distance the hands it to the next runner and so on until the race is complete.  It is the same with the Olympic torch runs.

Did you ever notice that none of the runners stop until the baton is passed?  Did you notice that the runner who is about to receive the baton is already running; his hand is stretched far back for a smooth hand off?

This is how we should be.  We should be running, hand stretched back ready to grasp what is being handed to us.  And we should run our entire course.  And when our time comes to pass the torch, it is our responsibility to place the Gospel into the next generation’s hand smoothly, so they can run unimpeded.

But do we do this in the American Church?  We are running, not looking for our spiritual heritage but instead we are focused on career, crisis, and Kardashians –

We are just not eager to grasp that obligation that is rightfully ours to bear.  Notice that I said obligation.  We are obligated to spread the Gospel to the next generation.

So how are we doing?  The Barna Group recently completed a comprehensive survey of young adults aged 18-29 years old, known as the “Millenials”, just this past year.

They found that 6 out 10 Millenials with a Christian background have dropped out of church after attending regularly.  Sadly, this leaves only 4 out of that 10 of this group still regularly active in church. 

Again, according to Barna, “the unchurched segment among Millennials has increased in the last decade, from 44% to 52%, mirroring a larger cultural trend away from churchgoing among the nation’s population”.

It seems that with each passing generation, the Saints who ran before are becoming more disconnected from the children who will be running after them. 

When we in the American church fail to pass the torch, our society suffers.  The consequences are staggering.  I pulled this quote from Investor’s Business Daily:

“Today, 24% of all families are headed by single mothers. And that number is set to grow. New data from the Centers for Disease Control show that out-of-wedlock births as a share of all births was 40.7% in 2012 — the fifth straight year over 40%.

. . . children growing up without a father in the home are four times more likely to live in poverty than children of married parents, three times more likely to end up in jail and 50% more likely to be poor as adults.”*

These are numbers that you have all heard before.  When we drop the torch, then our children, our neighbor’s children, will be left to wander in cultural darkness and spiritual vacuum.

So what about that 4 out of ten that remain active in church compared to those that dropped out?  Those Millennial Christians are four times more likely to say that they “better understand my purpose in life through (the) church” (45% versus 12%).

See, if you know your purpose in life, then you are not likely to be timid or fearful.  Instead, you will practice Godly power, love, and self-control.  You are also much less likely to shoot up a shopping mall with an automatic weapon. 

So is there any hope for the future of the American Church?  YES!  With God there is always hope of revival!


 Does the Bible give us direction on what we should do specifically?  Again, Yes!

Lets look to what Moses wrote Deuteronomy 6:4-12.
The context here is that the old generation died in desert and God is preparing the next generation to move into Canaan, the Promised Land.  This is from the new Common English Bible:
4 Israel, listen! Our God is the LORD! Only the LORD!
5 Love the LORD your God with all your heart, all your being, and all your strength.  (Center you life on Christ.)
6 These words that I am commanding you today must always be on your minds.  (Think on scripture constantly.)
7 Recite them to your children. Talk about them when you are sitting around your house and when you are out and about, when you are lying down and when you are getting up. (Talk to your children about Christ consistently.)
8 Tie them on your hand as a sign. They should be on your forehead as a symbol.  (In other words, there should be a consistency between the scriptures you know and the actions you take.  That which you do should square with what you profess.  Don’t be a hypocrite.)
9 Write them on your house's doorframes and on your city's gates. (What do you allow in your home?  What is on the TV, bookshelf, and computer?  Does your city resemble Mayberry or New Orleans?)

The text goes on to say that if we do these things, then God promises to provide “houses that you did not build, stocked with all kinds of good things” and “vineyards that you did not plant”.

It’s funny.  We all want “houses filled with all kinds of good things” and to “eat until we are satisfied”, and we want our progeny to have these things too.  But we neglect to let them inherit that one thing that will give them true contentment in life: Our faith in Christ.

Mom and Dad, you are the most comprehensive Bible that your children will ever read. 

My wife, April goes to a women’s Bible study on Sunday afternoons.  One Sunday as she was heading out the door our daughter Bella yelled “Mommie, wait!”  Bella ran and grabbed her little Bible-story book, tucked it under arm, marched to the door and said: “Okay, I am ready to go to Bible study with you!”

This is what I mean by not dropping the torch.  Pass the torch!
The time is short.  The hour is critical.  You must live that Faith which was imparted to you as an inheritance.

You cannot pass on power from prayers that you have not prayed.

You cannot pass on love from hymns that you have not sung.

You cannot pass on self-discipline from scripture that you have not read.

You cannot pass on the courage of a faith that you have not lived.

A Nation’s strength comes from the lessons that are taught at the knee of a Christian parent. 

*Single-Parent Families Threaten America's Future Posted 01/22/2014 06:43 PM ET http://news.investors.com/ibd-editorials/012214-687258-as-single-parent-families-become-the-norm-the-future-is-in-d

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Eulogy and Obit for my Mother: Francis Marie Broome


Marie Buffington Broome, after an extended illness, quietly passed away at home on Tuesday morning, October 29th.  She is survived by her husband Max Broome, her parents, Clarence D. and Matilda Buffington, and her brothers Leonard (Alvadine) Buffington, James (Gail) Buffington, and Jerry (Pam) Buffington all of Rome, GA. 

Marie was born on July 3, 1939.  She was a graduate of Armuchee High School, Class of 1957 and a life-long member of Antioch Baptist Church.  She enjoyed antiquing and shopping at yard sales.  Among her favorite collectables were porcelain figurines and china sets.  She was a woman of great warmth and friendliness.

Her children include Chris Howell Evans, of Ringgold, GA, Sharon (Frank) Craven of Rome, GA, Tammy (Geoff) Gimotty-Stokes of Buford, GA and Keith (April) Howell of Rome, GA.  She is also survived by her step-children Mark (Becki) Broome of Rome, GA, Dede (Mark) Thacker of Adairsville,GA, April Ely, and Jason (Marie) Broome of Rome, GA. 

She leaves behind 15 grandchildren and 11 great-grandchildren.

A memorial service in her honor will be held at Antioch Baptist Church, Big Texas Valley Road, at 3:00 pm.   The family will receive friends 45 minutes prior to the service. 

In lieu of flowers, the family requests that donations be made to Antioch Baptist Church or your favorite charity. 

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Ephesians 6:2-3 NIV
2 "Honor your father and mother"--which is the first commandment with a promise-- 3 "that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth."

Revelation 21:4 (New American Standard)
4 and He will wipe away every tear from their eyes; and there will no longer be any death; there will no longer be any mourning, or crying, or pain; the first things have passed away."
First, I would like to take a moment on behalf of my sisters, our family, to say a few words of thanks to some special people.

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Thank you to Rev Butler and everyone here at Antioch Baptist Church.  So many wonderful moments here from our childhood are here, Thank you for welcoming us home again.

To Rev Campbell, and to our church family at Trinity: God bless you for the kindness and love that you continue lavish on us.

You are all truly the hands and feet of Christ, taking His grace and making it tangible.

To Max: Thank you for loving Mom, caring for her, and modeling Ephesians 5:25 for us and for the generations to come. 

Mark and Dede: We are indebted to you for the kindness and gentleness that you have afforded us. 

Chris, Sharon, Tammy, and I are so deeply thankful for you.

Pray with me please.

Lord Holy Father: we gather here to honor Mom, Marie Broome.  Your Word says: “Honor you mother and father, for this is the first commandment with a promise”, the grave does not release us from this command, so let us endeavour to do this well.  Let Your love and grace live through these words spoken here for Your Kingdom and Your Glory.  In Christ name we pray, Amen. 

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Chris, Sharon, Tammy, and me – or as we are better known in the valley: “Marie’s Children”. 

By way of re-retroduction: my oldest sister, Chris, is the smart one, Sharon has the biggest heart, and Tammy, the youngest, is “the favorite”. 

Me, well, I am the good-looking one. 

What can I tell you about Mom? 

Mom was Creative:
When the pine needles would fall, she would take us outside and show us how to make the outline of a house with rooms and doorways.  It was so much fun!  We never could figure out how to make a second story though. 

Mom was a great seamstress.  
I am told that she began making her own clothes when was still very young.  She made skirts when she was a teenager, for those were fairly popular back then.  One of her friends was not allowed to wear skirts to High School, so Mom made two of them and wore one under the other.  When they got to school, she took one off and gave it to her friend to wear. 

She made most of my sister’s clothes; which explains why Chris and Sharon were always dressed alike until they were about 13.  Dress patterns and bolts of fabric littered the house.  The sewing machine drowned out the T.V. 

And those scissors with the zig-zag blades, they weighed about 30 pounds; I think they were called “pinking shears” but we called them alligator scissors.  I am told that if you throw them over-handed and hit your sister in the head, it will flip her liver over. 

Mom was fearless  
When we were little, Dad had to go work in Ft. Lauderdale for an extended period of time.  When school let out, Mom put a twin mattress in the back seat of our 1960 Plymouth Savoy. She then loaded up the four of us, I think that Tammy was three at the time, and drove all night to Ft. Lauderdale.  There were no cell phones back then.  And my sisters were not that well behaved.  Who in their right mind would do that alone? 

It was in Florida during that time that Tammy would always tell people that Daddy was her boyfriend.  When asked about Mom she would say “Oh she’s a hippie!”  I am not sure that Mom liked it, but for our sake, she never let it show. 

Mom was active in ministry
When my sisters were in youth group, it was Mom that organized youth trips to sing in Nursing Homes at Christmas time.  Mom had the gift of hospitality; it was Mom who threw the ginormous youth party at our house. 

Mom was reassuring. 
Believe it or not, I almost tried out for football one time.  I remember it well.  We pulled up to Glenwood in the ’73 Oldsmobile Vista Cruiser.  I think that I was in the fifth grade and not much bigger than Bella.  Those other boys were only a year or two older than me, but they looked HUGE.  Mom saw the dread in my face.  She softly said to me: “Your Daddy will still love you even if you don’t play football.”  I didn’t even look at her.  All I said was: “If we leave now, we be home in time to watch Batman.” 

This is my favorite Mom story.  Now Mom enjoyed swap meets and yard sales.  She knew her antiques.  She would buy a set of dishes for $50 and sell them for $450. 

After college, I was just getting started in my career, and money was very tight.  All I wanted was a new pair of sneakers because the ones I had were worn out.  Like I said, money was tight and there were other priorities.  I was also really struggling about tithing.  Finally, after a while, I wrote my first real tithe check to my home church on faith. 

About a week later I was visiting Mom and she says that she has something for me that she picked up a yard sale.  She comes out with a shoebox.  I am thinking: “Oh crap”.  How many of you like to buy shoes at a yard sale?  Me neither.  I opened the box and it was exactly the sneakers that I wanted, brand, color, perfect fit, everything.  There was tissue still in the toes – which means they have never been worn.  I think that she paid $10. 

There are so many stories about Mom.  But what endures in my memory most about her is that she loved people.  Mom loved to talk to people.  Mom loved to talk

We would frequently have to stop by the little convenience store on the way back from town.  Mom would stay in there forever talking to the clerk at the counter.  Tammy and I would pass the time by rifling through Mom’s purse looking for chocolate.  When that gave out, we started blowing the horn.  Of course, we always got into big time trouble! 

The best thing about talking to Mom is that you never had to hold up your end of the conversation.  Mom would call the house and just start talking.  Seriously, I would not have to say much more than “Un huh”, “Really?”, “Well . . . “. 

Sometimes I would set the phone down, go fix a cup of coffee, and pick it back up.  She never knew that I was gone! 

Only if my phone would ring now . . . I would still put the phone down, fix a cup of coffee . . . that woman could talk people! 

Then came the time when Mom was ill more days than she was well.  And Max took care of her selflessly for all that time.  Again, we don’t have the words to adequately express our gratitude to you Max. 

When I was in my twenties, back when I knew everything, I believed that our lives were the net result of the choices we made.  I do not hold that any longer - because it does not leave much room for the sovereignty of God.  For reasons that we will never understand this side of Heaven, some people are ordained to suffer more than others.  I believe that Mom was one of them. 

In times like this, we should remember that it is okay to be angry when we grieve; but it is not good to become bitter lest we develop a Kevlar heart and a Teflon soul.  

We are created to be relational by nature, especially our nature as Marie’s children.  After all, the whole of Life is about relationships. 

We can try to close ourselves off from pain but in so doing we cloister ourselves from God’s grace and our own humanity.  We must never do that, for if we do, Satin wins. 

As CS Lewis said in The Problem of Pain: 
“Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free-wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself” 

So don’t do that. 

ON that Tuesday when we learned of the severity of Mom’s condition, I was putting Bella to bed that night.  Out of the blue she asks me: “Daddy, is your mother sick?”

“Yes dear, she is very sick.” I replied

“Are you sad Daddy?”

“Yes, we are very sad.” 

Then she turned her head the way that bird dogs do and asked another poignant question:

“Do I remember Grandma Re?” 

“No” I said, “but you will.”

She will remember that our Mom was creative, friendly, warm, outgoing and could sew anything.  It is hers to inherit as a birthright because her father and her aunts will honor the memory of their mother for the generations to follow, for it is the first commandment with a promise. 

From this day until that day when we gather again, Marie’s children will honor her memory.  Because I know that I know that I know, that I will see her again in heaven. 

God bless you Mom, may God bless us all. 

Glory to His Name.  

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

So why "Flying Monkey Sermon"?

That is a good question. When I was a kid, the "Wizard of Oz" would come on TV every year. My sisters and I would get so excited about it. Now this was in the days before 3000+ boutique channels to cater to every viewing desire. So we sit three inches in front of the tube so that we would be immersed in the full radiation experience (in Technicolor). I think that is why I wear glasses for night driving now, but I digress.

The only problem was the "Flying Monkeys" scene. It scared me every time. I usually hid behind my sister Sharon. I don't know why it bothered me so much. I mean, they didn't eat Toto or anything. They just looked scary.

Now that I am older I know that they were only make-believe. A creation of a craftsman. A special effect, nothing more. And nothing to fear.

Much of that which we fear in this world is the same. If we lean on Christ and not on what seems apparent - in other words, we live by faith and not by sight - then the flying monkeys have no power over us.

Flying Monkeys, metaphorically speaking, are a fact of life. When I think back now, "The Wizard of Oz" would not be the same without them. It is the Flying Monkeys that challenge us and help us grow - or cause our spirit to be stunted by fear. It is this principle that James was talking about when he said "Count it all joy when we face all kinds of trials . . . "

This is not to say that life is without real challenges. Life can be tragic. But it is never hopeless.

I like the Flying Monkeys now.