When Herod was Dead: The Gospel of Matthew Sermon No. 11

The simple phrase “when Herod was dead,” ties the events of Christ’s birth to history, reminding us, that the world Jesus was born into was fallen and sinful. This helps keep our view of the nativity rooted in reality, removing our views of a Hallmark birth, which is more fantasy than reality.

About the photo in the header: it was taken down in Galveston and is simply a sand castle that we discovered walking on the beach on Christmas Eve. We loved it, and kept coming back to it through the day. It survived the next high tide, and you cans see it in the sunset picture on the post about Sexual Immorality if you look hard enough.


Merry Christmas, From Galveston

Heidi and I made our second trip to Galveston in as many months, just to get away. We didn’t have family coming to visit, and couldn’t go visit family, so we treated ourselves to a condo on the west beach of Galveston.

In our first trip to Galveston, right before Thanksgiving, we stayed in a loft just off the infamous Strand Blvd. It was a nice loft. Staying downtown was not really our thing. We walked the Strand. But it’s actually just like any other tourist town, only with more humid air and the thought of the sea not far away. She convinced me of this when were sat in a chocolate store, sipping on a shake, and I was talking about which truffles I wanted to buy. She pointed out that it’s the same truffles you find in the store in Fredericksburg, or Gatlinburg, or any other tourist trap.

“You mean, they don’t make it here?” Nope. Bought if from a supplier. The luster was gone. Along with the Strand itself, visiting the boring and dirty Bishop’s Palace, and eating at the infamous Fisherman’s Warf, we were done with downtown Galveston. We just don’t care for touristy.

Yet, Heidi was willing to try a condo on west beach in the Pointe West Beach Club,  just east of San Luis Pass, which meant that we didn’t have to drive down through Galveston proper to get to it. It was closer driving through Freeport.

It didn’t take her long to realize why I liked Galveston so much. It’s not Galveston proper, but west beach. That is where my family spent a good deal of time in my teenage years.

She loved it, which surprised us both. It’s not just the beach, but the waves, and the smell of the waves, and the sound of the waves, and the sand, and the shells, and more waves. Wave after wave comes plowing up on the beach and it is medicinal to the soul. Whether we were walking along the beach, or sitting on the balcony of condo 202, it was wonderful.

We were only there for one full day, Christmas Eve, so we made the most of it. We made three trips from the condo, down the boardwalk, and onto the beach. Our first trip, we walked west for a while. Our second trip, we walked even further east for a while. By the end of the day, my step-counter on my phone registered more than 9,000 steps. We were getting our money’s worth.

All this to say, Merry Christmas, from Galveston… west beach in particular.


Our condo was in the blue one over her shoulder.


The boardwalk. An no, we didn’t go under the boardwalk. There be rattlesnakes in ‘dem bushes.



The BEST shot of the day!



The sunset.


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Calling an Audible

Sunday morning, I got a call from my elder, Seth, at about 8:30 a.m. Apparently, the bank where we have are Sunday morning worship was being audited by the IRS, so the room that they graciously let us use for worship was not available.

I immediately volunteered our living room. Everyone jumped in to make it happen. A deacon and I met at the bank to get the pulpit and our Cantus Christi 2020 psalter/hymn books. Others volunteered to bring folding chairs. Another man helped me rearrange things to fit. We moved our dining room table against the wall and used it for communion. I put the pulpit between the two rooms, and there was just enough room in the dining room for the keyboard. And, by God’s grace, worship went on as scheduled. Just another Sunday at Waco Reformed Church.

It was wonderful.





We had just enough room. We were missing two families, had they been there, well… it would have been tight.


Seth, an elder, and I getting ready to begin worship.



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The Hope of a Slow Growing Burr Oak

When we moved into our home, almost 2 years ago, it became obvious that the previous owners had one love in life: watching NFL football. We gathered this because there were televisions mounted to the walls in the living room, every bedroom, and there were three in the den. They were kind enough to leave us all the wall mounts, which we quickly put on the curb for disposal. I don’t think they ever imagined we wouldn’t follow their lead, and mount 15 televisions throughout the house. We have one.

But the real problem with people like that is that they don’t care for the yard, or the house itself. People like the previous owners should be renters, not owners. Just look at the pictures of the back yard when we moved in back in August of 2022.






Sparse.

But they did try to add some curb appeal out front. In fact, the yard out front under the big oak, was actually in good shape. It was filled with St. Augustine grass. The rest of the yard was mostly weeds, and three, newly planted trees. One of which was this Burr Oak.



As you can see, this burr oak isn’t very big. Maybe a foot tall, and it has been about that size since we moved in back two years ago. There were times where the weeds and grass in the front yard almost obscured its existence all together. I had to put those yellow warning flags around it, so that my boys wouldn’t mow over it when they were helping me in the yard.

It’s a small tree.

This morning, while cutting the grass, I had to stop, get the hand shears, and cut the St. Augustine away from the trunk. I got my shovel out and worked to get the roots of the grass out, then added some mulch around the base. I love this tree.

Some might say: why not plant a Bradford Pear, it will grow 25 feet in 5 years? Because it will be dead in 15 years.

Not a burr oak. The burr oak is a tree that can last as long as 400 years. It only grows about a foot every year, so it is a slow growing tree.

I need to remind myself of this. I’m not caring for this tree, for my benefit, but for some future homeowner. I seriously doubt I will ever sit in the shadow of this tree, unless I pass out from the Texas heat, an just so happen to fall next to it.

But there is a deeper spiritual truth illustrated by this tree that is helpful to me in my ministry. The way this tree grows, is often times the way the LORD chooses to grow the church. The roots of this tree are going deep, and the branches are slowing going upwards. This is exactly what ministers should want in the growth of their churches. They should desire that the roots of the gospel are going deep in the parishioners, while they slowly produce sprititul fruit of their own.

This burr oak may not produce any acorns for some time, but it will. It may not provide any shade in the near future, but when does, it will be magnificent. This oak may not even be noticed for years, but when it is noticed, it will point back to God and His glory.

All these truths help us to see the greater reality of building Christ’s Kingdom and the church. Elders and pastors have to ask ourselves: what are we trying to grow?

Sure, we can use the ways of the world, with flashy concert-like worship services, lots of entertainment, smoke machines and loud praise teams to build the church. In fact, that is more often than not, the approach many take. But to do so, has consequences and those consequences are not good.

Paul put it like this in 1 Corinthians 3.

For no one is able to lay another foundation than the one which is laid, which is Jesus Christ. 12 Now if anyone builds upon the foundation with gold, silver, precious stones, wood, grass, straw, 13 the work of each one will become evident. For the day will reveal it, because it will be revealed with fire, and the fire itself will test the work of each one, of what sort it is. 14 If anyone’s work that he has built upon it remains, he will receive a reward. 15 If anyone’s work is burned up, he will suffer loss, but he himself will be saved, but so as through fire.

The question is: what are you going to build the church with? Gold, silver, precious stones, which Leithard see as true believers in the church, or wood, grass, and straw, which are more like tares. Who are we going to appeal to?

This has always been my fight as a pastor. Yes, we can put on shows, adopting the ways of the world, and draw large crowds, but Jesus told Peter, “Feed my sheep.” In doing that, we must realize that we don’t have the freedom to use the wisdom of the world. For us to be faithful, and truly feed His sheep, we must use the means HE has given us: the preaching of the word of God, prayer, and the sacraments. These are the things that work in the lives of believers. These are the tools He has given us to work in the body of Christ.

In doing so, it’s going to take a long time. This is why the burr oak gives me hope. It reminds me, that what I’m doing as a pastor, is slow work. We might not produce a great deal of noticeable fruit for a while. We might not provide a lot of shade in the near future. But we are not working just for the near future. We plow in hope, grow burr oaks in hope, not for our benefit. We may never see the fruit of our labor. For the tree we have planted is not a Bradford Pear, here today with lots of entertainment and smoke machines, but gone tomorrow. We a planting for the future.

That takes time.

I’m grateful the former owners planted the burr oak. I shall water it, fertilize it, keep the St. Augustine off of it, and let God cause the growth.

Here is our backyard as of a few a moments ago. I believe we are to take dominion of all that we have been given. Hopefully you can see the difference.










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Pericope!

It’s been a while since we’ve had a cat update. Turns out that Pericope is obviously the more photogenic. She is always climbing in or on something. Her sister, Synecdoche, is the more timid cat. In fact, we call her Lard Butt since she is bigger, and rarely tries to jump on anything higher than an Ottoman. She evens struggles jumping up onto our bed.

Not Pericope. She finds a way to get onto and into everything.







And finally, one of Synecdoche.


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Health Camp Waco

Picked up Joey around 6:30 p.m. on Friday night and headed back down south to Health Camp here in Waco. It’s a burger place that has been around since 1948. They have the best malts, shakes, and burgers around. It’s a legend.

By the time we got there, so did everyone else. We waited in line for about 25 minutes, just to place our order. It was worth it.









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Pericope and Synecdoche

The moment that Heidi mentioned getting a cat, in early October, I made sure to be affirming in that desire. We’ve been through this before and she would come to her senses about all the upkeep, and food, and upkeep, and more food.

Then she mentioned that the cats she wanted were actually sisters. It was then that I began to realize that this was no fleeting desire on her part. There were two cats that were indeed sisters that were in need of a good home and … well, apparently, we are the ones with the “good home.”

I think those words are used loosely among those trying to find any home for cats. There was no Cat Placement Agency to come by the house to make sure we have enough fire extinguishers, or … running water. They just said that if it didn’t work out in two months time, we could take the cats back.

That’s why I said “yes.” After all, if they didn’t work out, we could take them back. No problem… give it a whirl.

Give it a whirl? Who was I kidding.

Allow me to introduce to you: Pericope and Synecdoche.

OUR cats!!!



 

The Dr. Pepper Museum

My boys and I were walking around downtown Waco again, when one of them suggested walking over to the Dr. Pepper Museum, and actually buying tickets. We went downtown trying to find a bookstore, which we did. But the bookstore was heavy on the estrogen, so it didn’t take long for us to realize we were not going to find anything of interest.

After that failed attempt at something to do, I couldn’t say “no” to the museum.

This was Andy’s second trip. I also brought him to the museum when he was 8, back in 2012. After going through it then, he complained, “everything was about Dr. Pepper.” Or something like that. He enjoyed a great deal more this go around.

My favorite part of the museum was the video area where they were playing all the different commercials for their ad campaigns over the years. To this I say, “wouldn’t you like to be a Pepper too!” If this tune is now stuck in your head, you’ve just dated yourself. 🙂


Apparently, you could buy larger bottles in the early days.


The bottle-capping machine.




Joey, with the bottle-capping machine.


Our first attempt at standing over the well. In the early part of the 20th Century, a lot of the business downtown had their own wells. This was an important part of the development of the company, but they soon outgrew the well’s capacity. So, in the interest of not letting it go to waste, they dumped broken bottles in the well, and eventually covered it up.

When it was later discovered, they emptied it out of the broken glass, and put this thick piece of plexiglass over it, so we could walk on it.


We finally summoned the courage.





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Graduating Fidencio

With the conclusion of another school year, I had the opportunity of walking with one my students as he graduated. This is the second time I have been able to do this, and it’s a real joy being with my students one last time. Of course, I expect to run into Fidencio often, since we still run in the same circles. He is an awesome young man.



Can’t pass up sharing the pic with Bamma Moore. She was our principal and always had our back. Sadly, she took another job at another school.




 


This one is a bit blurry. But I did capture Fidencio tossing his cap!


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