Monday, December 12, 2022
A Special Day!
Sunday, November 27, 2022
Someone Listened!
Wednesday, November 23, 2022
Generosity is Contagious
It’s that time of year again! It is a most wonderful time of the year! It is for sure a favorite time for me to serve at the Red Kettle for The Salvation Army. As I begin my new series of shifts at my local Walmart, I find that people are generous. It’s fun to interact with people and to show them true joy.
I’ve been involved in several ministries over the last few years that require me to help find support from local communities. Each time I have been able to build relationships with very generous people. My ministry has focused on low income families, or at-risk youth and children in foster care, or serving the needs of young people everywhere as is the case with Youth for Christ I currently serve. It never ceases to amaze me how generous people are.
I believe something happens within us when we are generous. You know, the old saying that it’s more blessed to give than receive may actually be true.
Studies have shown that people are actually healthier when they are generous. According to Stephen Johnson, “Giving not only helps others, but it also rewards yourself in measurable ways, so much so that it may even increase your lifespan.”
This research also revealed that volunteering actually makes us healthier. One research showed that seniors who volunteer will live 40% longer than those that don’t.
How generosity changes your brain - Big Think
Volunteering is cool because it offers us an opportunity to promote generosity!
I remember growing up when The Salvation Army came through for my family. People would say that they had joy in helping. Though my dad worked hard, and my mother did everything she could to provide it was still a challenge to make ends-meet. I have a vivid memory of The Salvation Army bringing a box of food to assist us in our time of need.
I have a very soft spot in my heart for this ministry that goes above, and beyond, in the most efficient of ways. They keep overhead costs and salaries efficiently to do the most good.
For the last seven years, I had volunteered my time with The Salvation Army as a Bell Ringer. Each year I seem to find a little more joy to give and I’m grateful for the terrific opportunity to minister to people. Just a kind word seems to cheer people up during very stressful times in their lives.
I remember when a father came out with his two young daughters. He put money in the kettle, and I gave candy to his daughters, but what one of his children said was very surprising to me. She said, “My mother died last year.“ WOW! All I could say was that I was sorry to hear that and that I would be praying for them. The dad seems to be doing well, and managing the two daughters, whom he clearly loves!
I remember another occasion when a young mom came to the kettle with her daughter. Her daughter had a jar full of coins. As she was pouring the coins into the small opening of the kettle, the mother said that they save all year to give. It was a joy for me to be there at that time to see this act of generosity. The mother said, “They (Salvation Army) came through for me when I needed them and now that I have a job I’m giving back.”
Likely people give generously because somebody showed them the way. Someone help them when they were in need and they now have the opportunity to have another. It’s not that they have enough money now to be generous because so often it’s those who seem to have little that gives the most and the red kettle.
I believe people also are generous, because it’s a reflection of their heart. I believe that most people by design are generous. I think God put something within all of us let makes us eager to help our fellow human beings.
I believe that a simple smile or positive comment can change the outcome of giving. Last year I had my grandkids with me, helping me at the red kettle. A man came out to give and chatted with my grandson. What impressed my grandson was when the man pulled out $100 bill. He stuck it in the kettle, unaware that my grandson was watching him. Immediately my grandson commented that that was a lot of money. Well he doesn’t really know the value of money but he does know that $100 bill and buy a lot of things. When we got home, he had to brag about how he was able to get people to give up a $100 bill.
Generosity is an infectious activity. It is passed on to others like a virus, but in a good way. As one demonstrates kindness and giving it causes others to want to do the same. I believe that’s why the red kettle is such an important reminder in our culture. It is so essential to be reminded of the importance of helping others. The red kettle is a reminder that there are people in need and each of us can do something to help.
Monday, November 21, 2022
Lessons from the Red Kettle
Every year it’s a joy to volunteer my time in the community. This year, I took time out of my schedule to volunteer with Marion’s Salvation Army‘s Red Kettle. For just a couple of hours, I stood outside of the Marion Walmart greeting the patrons as they entered and exited.
Volunteering is a lot of fun and especially when it’s within your particular niche. My niche just happens to be conversation. I love to greet people and listen to their stories. Perhaps that’s why I am enjoying my time in the Indiana Wesleyan University Alumni Association as the Director of Alumni & Church Relations.
Ringing the bell for the Salvation Army is a blast in my opinion. If you enjoy observing people and interacting with them, I would highly recommend this experience. It is most interesting to me to see the reaction of people who either avoid looking at you or make every effort to let you know that they have already donated. I happen to enjoy the former more, because it is a challenge to get people to break out of their comfort zone and offer you at least a gesture of a greeting. It’s usually the nod of the head or a simple wave.
I have observed three different types of people during my time ringing the bell. First, you have the avoiders. These are the people that will go out of their way to look away and pretend they don’t hear your bell ringing and verbal greetings. One lady, who did everything she could to avoid talking to me, pretending to not hear me at first and then when it was all to obvious I was there, looked into her purse as if to grab a cell phone call. I remembered her and when she came out later I loved the opportunity to get her attention. “Hello again, and good evening,” I said. While looking straight at me, she walked past as if I was invisible. Now I’m certain she heard me because her eyes seem to convey an assurance of my existence, but she was not going to communicate with so much as a wave or nod of the head. She simply kept walking. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I’m certain that she had other things on her mind. Perhaps they were burdens or a fear that somehow talking to me would commit her to dropping a few coins in the Red Kettle.
Then there are the people who just simply respond to my greeting with a simple echo of my greeting. “Good afternoon!” I’d say, and they would mutter, “Good afternoon to you as well”. I refer to them as the echo. This is the basis of society called reciprocity, the reciprocating of your smile or kind words but never going beyond that simple response.
You may be like the third person I encountered in my bell ringing. These people represent the true heart of charity and perhaps the golden rule: do unto others as you would have them do unto you. This usually calls for a little special treatment of their response. Perhaps they not only say hello back, but they also say God bless you or thank you for being here and even offer a kind gift of a donation in the Red Kettle.
Scripture speaks often about this golden rule, going the extra mile and give cheerfully. The Christian faith is full of examples both in scripture and in life of how important it is to put others ahead of yourself. In order for a society to better itself, we need to have charity and goodwill with a splash of hope that reflects the love God has for each one of us.
This time of year there are many who are ringing bells, trying to call attention to their favorite cause. They desire to bring goodwill to one and all. It is this time of year that we think of the Christmas carols and even reflect on Charles Dickens, Christmas Scrooge. It is this time of year when charity seems to come to life visibly and in real, tangible ways.
One young lady with her six-year-old stopped at the Red Kettle and told me simply, “I can’t walk past a single one of these Red Kettles without putting something in!” as she stuffed several dollar bills into the kettle. “This organization helped me when I was in great need, and they bought gifts for my son. I am grateful and especially now that I’m on my feet I can give back so that others will have the same opportunity I once needed from this great organization.“
So take note the next time you hear that faint bell ringing; there is much to be gained through charity. There are so many benefits because of it. May that bell ringing remind you that we can do for others as we would have done to us. In this we could reflect the kind of love that God extended to us when we were yet undeserving. It is through our acts of kindness we show others that we best demonstrate the love and goodwill of our Lord, Jesus Christ.
“Preach the Gospel at all times. Use words if necessary.” – (Saint Francis of Assisi) St. Francis of Assisi
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Sunday, November 13, 2022
Who Believed in Me?
I loved all the positive relationships in my high school. There were peers for sure! Yet, they were not enough. There were many positive adults that cared about me, mentored me, helped me "grow up", and those that "spent time" with me.
One of those was Mr. Tyner. He was a teacher in High School. Our high school was for 4 years. It was a BIG school with large classes. It was built like a prison. We had armed security. To say the least, it was a county school that included great diversity and many complex issues. It was a rough school.
I grew up in a difficult family. My parents loved me as best they knew how. Yet, they didn't have well-defined boundaries. It was my church that crafted the "rules" for me yet, enforced at times by my parents. They provided me with a home. They cared about my physical needs (for which many parents worked hard just to make ends meet). They were, after all, raising 8 children. We are all expected to have a job! My first paid job was when I was 9 years of age. (Talk about child labor laws.)
Yet, it was my teacher in High School that filled in where my parents could not. Mr. Tyner was like a father to me. He often answered my questions. He often guided my choices. (At least he provided someone to talk through the big decisions.) Mr Tyner was my mentor and friend. He was my music instructor. He was my confidant.
Many of my peers were influenced by Mr. Tyner. We often gathered in his small office to laugh and learn. He was our positive adult. Fortunately for us he was a good man who loved his church and cared about his students.
Mr. Tyner helped me understand the difficult issues we faced in life. He guided me through tough issues. Whether social or spiritual, his insights were helping to shape who I was to become. He was a matter of fact adviser. He was a fun-loving friend. He was willing to take time to listen.
Mr. Tyner taught me how to have diverse friends. Asking me to join the all-men voice choir was one of those experiences. I was the only white student in that choir. It was easy for my mom to pick me out of the crowd at the school concerts. I learned how to understand the social issues of our age. I learned how to listen to the complex needs of my diverse friends. I also had bodyguards of my own when I was bullied or found conflict. Did I say that we had armed security in my high school?
One of the most impactful takeaways from this positive role model and mentor was the way he challenged my ability. He was my champion, often saying, "You can do it, Carder!" He often assigned me responsibilities that were beyond my skills by saying that he believed in me!
To this day, I reflect on the impact of this one solitary life that simply took time to listen, offer good ideas, and helped me to develop confidence in my too often awkward experiences of my youth.
It set me on a path to also pour into the lives of youth. In my adult life I have entered into my Calling and passion. I love to help youth, like me who just needed someone to believe in me.
In my adult life, I have been a youth pastor, mentor to at-risk youth in the youth home or on probation. Serving as a probation officer at one time. Finding opportunities to be in juvenile court to share by "voice of reference" on a teen that made bad choices. Having been a foster parent (with my wife) for over 8 years, having teenagers living in our home for 18 years consistently. Serving in Higher Education mentoring and educating young people who themselves are defining their own passion and Calling.
It was the result of someone that believed in me! It was because someone took time to listen. It was through the life of a caring adult that mentored me and in spite of my awkward ways yet accepted me and challenged me to reach for great things and helped me reach my potential. (*for which I am still growing to become.)
Thank you Mr. Tyner for doing to me what you may have found naturally and maybe even don't remember what impact you have made on me! I am a better me because of your faith in God and believe in me. You have given what I can never pay back but I will make every effort to "pay it forward" in the lives of others.
The Impact On Me!
I found that these were times that helped me make sense of my world. It helped me to understand the Bible and especially about Jesus. These messages helped me to deal with loss and emotional heartache I was experiences during those hard times.
Years later, I entered into ministry to youth. It was fun to help connect youth to similar messages of hope I once learned. These timeless truths were impactful.
Even during the years my wife and I did foster care in our home we were able to help bring understanding and hope to youth who were dealing with a lot of hardship and loss. For 18 years we had youth in our home (*including raising our own children).
In every year of our ministry --over 35 years now -- we have been involved in the ministry in one way or another, mainly hosting tables at fundraising events. Nothing was ever wasted in those efforts. Now serving full-time with YFC Northern Indiana has brought fulfillment for me and my family.
Our own children in their teen years were impacted by Campus Life leaders who gave of their time to listen and care for them! Having positive and trusted relationships in their lives through an incredible youth ministry and minister was vital. They impacted our youth in ways we, as parents, were unable.
This movement both impacted me as well as my family. It is my turn to give back for the sake of the next generation. I may not be able to handle overnighter events, athletic activities has passed me by, and running around trying to keep up with youth is not easy anymore yet, this is one way you and I can make a difference. THE MOVEMENT CONTINUES!
When I Was Young!
I was not popular but I was a class clown. I was not always polite. I was not always liked. I was beaten up three times by teacher. Yep, teachers. Once I was beaten up by a bus driver. My dad never found out. I didn’t want him to know because he would have assumed, correctly, that my smart mouth got me in trouble.
How was high school for you? It wasn’t always great for me.
Yet, I had someone who believed in me. I had a caring adult that tolerated me. I had an adult that spent time with me. They encouraged me.
How about you? Who believed in you?
Go ahead and post your high school picture on social media. I dare you!
Saturday, August 27, 2022
Rest From Labor!
Stop and smell the roses (or other flowers). Resting is important if done on purpose. With Labor Day just around the corner I wanted to reserve a space for this topic.
Rest is easy for many and hard for others. Many times my wife would say that I have a “hurried sickness.” This a a phrase coined by Dr. James Dobson. His challenge was to help people understand that being in a hurry can be addictive. It feeds something unhealthy in our lives. We may be trying to fill a hole in our lives that we think that busyness can fill.
That may be true for me. I group in a home and which work was expected. My first job was when I was nine years of age and I began driving a car around that same year as well. In those days it was not unusual for children to work. I know it’s hard to believe but I assure you that it was not child abuse. I think I’m well adjusted today.
What is true, however, is that we can become workaholics. The idea of being addicted to work as a means of fulfillment is all too dangerous. I know many that have neglected their families. I remember working at a factory in which a guy would work 12 hour shifts consecutively. From time to time I would find him sleeping on one of the rolls of paper taking a nap in between shifts or during his lunch hour. His wife would come in and collect his paycheck. He was certainly every example of being a workaholic.Labor Day is that day of the year in which the labor unions and our government deemed as a holiday. They encourage their workers to stop working and join the picket lines or other rallies to encourage membership to the Labor Union organization. Though I’m not necessarily a favor or an opposition to the labor unions, I find this practice rather unique. At the turn of the 20th century many Americans would join parades and picnics to celebrate and recruit for the labor industry.
Today, we might have parades but we certainly don’t see as much of the Labor Unions tactics being employed yet it is a public holiday. It’s a day to cease from labor. I love having a long weekend. I certainly enjoy the picnic and parades. But, there’s something more meaningful that should be considered.
The Bible talks about having a Sabbath which is a weekly ritual. It is a time of rest and worship. It’s where we change the focus from ourselves to focus on God in worship. The Sabbath is something that we should practice within our lives. It builds rhythms for a healthy lifestyle. Too often, we can spend too much time working at the sacrifice of our own family or things that are of value.
In Hebrews chapter 4 we find the significance of remembering the Sabbath. It is an example of how the people of God were to inherit the promised land. They were to “enter into God’s rest.” It is an understanding that we would depend on God rather than ourselves. It’s not a bad practice for us to consider. Finding space in our schedule for prayer, devotions, and in fellowship with others as well as God is a good practice.This is a practice we should do, at minimum, weekly. Take a break and enjoy the fellowship as the Lord in your life. Stop and smell the flowers will bring peace and spiritual nourishment in your life.
Thursday, August 18, 2022
On Purpose.
New Living Translation — And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father. - Colossians 3:17
Monday, August 08, 2022
Like Leaving Summer Camp!
If we do not allow for a rhythm of rest in our overly busy lives, illness becomes our Sabbath - our pneumonia, our cancer, our heart attack, our accidents create Sabbath for us.
Sabbath isn't about resting perfectly; it's about resting in the One who is perfect.
Wednesday, July 20, 2022
One-on-One Awkward Conversation Starters!
Wednesday, May 18, 2022
Missional One-liners!
My humor often includes a double meaning. I often say to a waitress, "I am fed up now." I also say, as I cash out my ticket, “I came in with an appetite but lost it!” These type of statements have clear double meanings.
My one-liner statement means that I am full but it can sound negative. In much of my humor I try to weave ways that create a relationship. I love to find connections with people. Asking who they know that I might also know. Trying to discover where they grew up as an attempt to known if we have anything in common. Building trust happens through a relational context.Classic one-liners are common for many people. My family often says it has to do with my age. I find myself no longer able to prevent the oddly timed jokes. I hope I have not totally lost my filter that happens as you age. My adult kids still feel awkward as they take two steps back from me when I blurt out a dad joke.
Surprisingly, recently my 32 year old son, now with two children of his own, blurts out silly dad jokes and even talks to strangers. Even his 6 and 7 year old children roll their eyes. What is black and white and “read” all over? Of which even his kids say, “I don’t get it.” (Having grown up with electronics and tablets they no longer read from newspapers or books.) You might even grown at that kind of humor!
The purpose is not lost in the silly humor one-liners. The efforts are intended to build a connection and a relationship that’s meaningful. You might even say that it is a missional one-liners strategy. The end result is hopefully they gained friendship through a friendly smile. Sometimes through silly humor and sometimes through poorly timed jokes yet, the goal is still the same. The goal is to develop an initial relationship that may provide an on-going friend.
Nevertheless, truth matters. In the midst of the poorly timed humor and effort is made to be genuine and friendly. It’s an effort doesn’t require much thinking as you engage in conversation. Whether the person is your cashier at a checkout or co-worker, a simple effort might turn a smile and provide a bit of levity in the ongoing chore of work. I love the sign I spotted one that reads, “The most important things in life aren’t things at all.” I would add, they are valued relationships.Authentic relationships matter. They are built on truth and trust. Together, these are values that people need in their day-to-day lives. Humor is a soft answer that can defuse a tense moment or an awkward moment. There are times when our witness of Christ can even demonstrate care for another. I often asks waitresses or store merchants how can I pray for them. It is amazing how open people are. They usually share deep and heart-felt prayer requests; to even me, a stranger.
The Bible makes it clear that Truth matters. You don't ever have to wonder if GOD loves you because it is clear! God wants a relationship with you that provides eternal life through God's Son. (John 3:16) We also find that when Jesus was preparing to leave his disciples (John 14) that He was going to go and prepare a place for them and he would receive them unto himself in a future tense. They clearly marked the value of a relationship.The relationship that God wants to have with each and everyone is that of both personal and impactful.
Why does Truth matter? Where do you go for Truth? How can you create an authentic and valued relationship in another? Who do you cross paths with, though a stranger, that you can encourage and witness the Truth of God’s love?
Sunday, May 15, 2022
And Then There Were Four!
“Do not abandon me, O Lord. Do not stand at a distance, my God.” Psalms 38:21 NLT
Monday, April 18, 2022
Pray In CommUNITY!
The First Thursday of May - National Day of Prayer events happening in Wabash.
The National Day of Prayer is an annual observance held on the first Thursday of May, inviting people of all faiths to pray for the nation. It was created in 1952 by a joint resolution of the United States Congress, and signed into law by President Harry S. Truman. Our Task Force is a privately funded organization whose purpose is to encourage participation on the National Day of Prayer. It exists to communicate with every individual the need for personal repentance and prayer, to create appropriate materials, and to mobilize the Christian community to intercede for America’s leaders and its families. The Task Force represents a Judeo-Christian expression of the national observance, based on our understanding that this country was birthed in prayer and in reverence for the God of the Bible.
Click here to see the history of the National Day of Prayer.