Monday, June 27, 2016



"All’s Well that Ends”

For those of you who have hung around me over time, you know how I like to misquote and twist familiar sayings. “All’s well that ends” is one of my favorites. In fact, it has become my philosophy of life. I suspect if there is a celebration of my life after I have taken my final breath, somebody may share this memory. 

Of course, I realize the original proverb, or whatever you wish to call it, had one more word to complete the thought. I have had numerous persons try to correct me or to help me by adding the word “well.” Sometimes it feels like they are just trying to be courteous by helping an old man with a memory problem. But, honestly, I prefer my shorter version not just because it gets their attention, but it truly does reflect reality.

Anybody can say, “All’s well that ends well.” It doesn’t take a genius to figure that out. We all like knowing a project or an experience ended well. I prefer winning over losing a game. I selfishly prefer winning by a large margin- none of that “by the skin of your teeth” stuff for me!
Saying “All’s well that ends” is not simply trying to act like a “Smart Alec.” (Yes, there really is such a word in the dictionary with the connotation of being arrogant or a show off.) Perhaps that was my original motive when I first starting leaving off the word, “well”. As a child, I was often (or attempted to be) a Smart Alec. I had a quick tongue and sometimes received the board of education on the seat of knowledge to convince me to change.

Recently I discovered a very wise man who agrees that “All’s well that ends.” Solomon, in Ecclesiastes 7:8, said it this way- “The end of the matter is better than its beginning.” Now, with just a bit of loose hermeneutic I think Solomon is saying, ”All’s well that ends.” No matter how it started or how something progressed or failed to progress, it always ends, and that is good. So even if it ends good- I win by doubling the score on my adversary- or if it ends poorly- I get skunked, either way the game is over. I can leave the field to lick my wounds in private, and that is better than listening to their cat calls and taunting.

But, I ask for your patience as I try to demonstrate that “All’s well that ends” is not only biblical, but it is an appropriate philosophy as a follower of Jesus Christ.

In three more weeks I hit the big 72. I realize how few years I have left to invest or to waste. No longer do I assume Jesus will return before my name is listed in tomorrow’s obituary column. But, whether I live to a ripe old age and keep my mind (what is left of it) or whether I die tomorrow or whether I become a victim of Alzheimer ’s disease, the endgame is great. Paul, writing from prison and expecting to literally lose his head, declared that “to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord which is far better.”

The prophet Habakkuk, facing the severity of the Babylonian siege, and feeling how unjust this was, sang,
“Yet I will wait patiently for the day of calamity to come on the nation invading us.
Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines,
Though olive crop fails and the fields produce no food,
Though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stall,
Yet, I rejoice in the Lord, I will be joyful in God my savior.” – Hab. 3:16b-18

Habakkuk could compose this song because he knew “The Sovereign Lord” was his strength.” He believed that all would be well no matter the circumstances or how it all ended. He knew that the “Lord was in His holy temple” so the whole earth should be silent before Him or trust Him.

Didn’t Jesus also teach this principle? “Why”, He asked, ”should we worry about tomorrow if we know Him who knows the endgame and marks the fall of the sparrow? Why fret about the lack of food in our pantry or clothes in my closet if our Father in Heaven feeds birds and wraps the lily in splendor?”

Life is a journey. Some days it is just flat out tough to just hold on. Some days life may be like a bowl of cherries (for Forrest Gump a box of chocolates or for me, Oregon strawberries or cashew nuts). My life and your life is a story being lived out moment by moment. No matter how my life began or how today began, someday it will all be history. I can choose how to live each day. In Paul’s words in Philippians 4, I can choose to worry about the “what ifs” that may never happen or I can choose to trust God. I can complain or I can give thanks in all things. Paul trusted God, like Habakkuk, to bring good things out of life's difficult experiences. Didn’t God promise this in Roman 8:28? Not everything that happens is good. Some experiences in life just plain stink; others are excruciating painful. But, for Christ followers, it always ends well.

Isn’t that the big story throughout Scripture? Things started off really well in the garden. Then sin entered and everything has been negatively affected. The rest of the Bible is God working through every event in history to accomplish His ultimate purpose- His endgame.

When I read the book of The Revelation of Jesus Christ, especially the final chapters, everything sin and Satan defiled will be made new. There will be a new heaven and a new earth. Once again God will dwell among us like He did with Adam and Eve. No more tears to shed. No more pain. No more funerals to attend. No more final goodbyes. All will be new!


It doesn’t get any better than that. So, like I said, “ALL IS WELL THAT ENDS!”  And it will end very, very well! Perhaps, very soon. Wouldn’t that be good?

Oh, yes, how do you like the picture taken on our 50th anniversary. It has been 50 wonderful years with a few tough days mixed in, but what are they when "All's well that ends?"

Friday, June 10, 2016


A Time to Remember


One more day and the anticipation is building. Tomorrow we celebrate our Golden Wedding anniversary. Mary's brother and wife, Gary and Jerry Cline, are here from Cape Coral, Florida to help us celebrate. Their son, Ty, was our ring bearer fifty years ago. Jerry played the organ for our ceremony. Today the old wedding album came out and we enjoyed memories stimulated by the photos. Mary dug out our original wedding rings this morning also, and I printed out our wedding vows and the song I sang to her at the wedding. Nostalgia is burning deeply.

Fifty years with a person you love, trust and share everything creates golden memories. I recall the early days and years with all the stress of finishing college and beginning a family and entering ministry at such a young age. I still wonder why Pulaskiville Community Church in Ohio would call such a neophyte. But, then I remember, they were hard up for somebody to occupy the parsonage and preach on Sundays.Those seven and a half years in that country church was the best seminary I could ever attend. There were so many firsts- my first lead pastorate, our first son, Dan, was born, our first difficult relationship caused by my thoughtlessness of giving away our little dog just before Christmas Eve. How I cherish the memories of that loving church family that grew and grew both in numbers and spiritual depth. I discovered God could use a shy, country boy from Nebraska in His great kingdom work.

When I finally was able to go to seminary, I chose Western in Portland. Those thirteen years at Powellhurst Baptist Church were also filled with memories. My near fatal accident when the scaffolding collapse followed by six weeks in the hospital with a body cast, both legs and one arm in a cast were trying times. Mary came through with flying colors- my first visitor every morning and the last to leave at night. Keeping the home fires burning and being mother to growing boys while I was out of the home was difficult, but she would say she was "only doing what she had promised on our wedding day...."through sickness and in health...". 

Twenty three years serving First Baptist Church (now Foundry Church) have been filled with memories. Most of them very good; a few difficult times. Now retired we choose to remain in Bend because it is such a great place to live and to remain close to our granddaughter, Faith, who is now finishing her Freshman year at Bend Senior High. Now we have lived in Oregon over half of our lives so I think we qualify for being true Oregonians.

Tonight our son, Dan, and his family arrive for the weekend celebration. The house will be filled with laughter. Tomorrow a few close friends will join the family celebration. But, the star of the show will be Mary, my wonderful wife and my very best friend. We have traveled many miles together- most of them delightful but a few very difficult times as well. We survived those storms and trials together. Solomon was correct when he said "two are better than one." I thank God that the one person he put into my life as my help mate (God knew how much help I would need).

So, in my rambling today, I want to share the lyrics of the song I sang to Mary (she joined me on the chorus). The words resonate more today than they did than night, June 11, 1966. Today they are reality.

Darling, the day has come that we've been dreaming of,
When at the altar white we'll say our vows of love;
Oh, what a happy time: all gone the doubt and fear,
And, with the promises, we'll add this one my Dear.

Chorus
Each for the other and both for the Lord.
Oh, Darling Sweetheart, let the angels record;
Vows sweetly spoken; may they never be broken;
Each for the other, and both for the Lord.

We'll walk together Love, thru sunshine- thru the shade,
Weill mingle tears and smiles and travel unafraid;
Halos of happiness will crown each passing day
Til heaven shines ahead and beckons us away.

Chorus
Words and music by John Peterson
Copyright 1957

As I typed those lyrics in the last stanza, my heart is both heavy and yet joyful. After fifty years, we have less time to share together than has already passed. Heaven seems so much more imminent. But, until then, I thank God for the love of my life however long that may be.