Iron Sharpening Iron

About ten years back, when I first arrived with my family in Indiana, there were a number of people that were hugely supportive of us right from the beginning. Among those people were Barb and Randy Bills.  They blessed us, fed us, loved us, and said or did more random nice things for us than anyone really had to.

As Horizon Central started, Randy led a men’s group.  We’d meet every Tuesday for prayer, fellowship and a short time in the Word.  His heart to love and serve God’s people was evident at that time. 

Then after a few years, one bittersweet day Randy announced that he “sensed the Lord was moving him on,” or something like that.  Pastors (like myself anyway) dislike those inevitable moments when quality people walk out the door, though certainly it made perfect sense.  Besides, he and his wife both still worked downtown, so it didn’t alter our friendship in the least. 

They committed to Horizon Christian Fellowship South.  He and his family became a vital part of that church.  They stuck it out with several others even as their fellowship remained pastor-less for the last year.  But now all that has changed.  After a good deal of soul searching, stress, and seeking God’s face, Randy has taken the plunge.  He is now the pastor of Horizon South. I sense that our fellowship and friendship will be sweeter as a result. 

God bless you Randy, and may those people continually see Jesus every time they look at you.

As iron sharpens iron,
So a man sharpens the countenance of his friend.
– Proverbs 27:17 (NKJV)
 

Family Traditions

I waver in the area of traditions, unsure whether I like them or not. My problem is that traditions and ruts are close relatives – the first being good, the second an evil twin – and I have trouble telling the difference. And once the purpose is lost the first can transmogrify into the other.

Our family has a very good Christmas Eve tradition. We spend Christmas Eve with the Barnabys – three generations of us and of them. We’ve done this now for several years and it’s a tradition we intend to continue. Family traditions are good when they bring families together.

What brought us together at first was the Polish emphasis on Christmas Eve and the Barnabys’ willingness to do something with us. Poland has serious traditions surrounding this particular evening. We’ve watered them down considerably, but enjoy what we do as we do it.

For example, an authentic Polish Christmas Eve meal must have twelve different items. We didn’t actually count and no doubt fell short, but since we were all ready to explode anyway, we didn’t care. My apologies to Polish purists, but we left out the carp completely, a Christmas Eve essential. No sense exploding over an overly bony fish that would be hard to find in Indianapolis anyway.

And we sang a few Christmas carols. And we enjoyed just being with the Barnabys. Family traditions are good when they bring families together.

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