Showing posts with label John Samples. Show all posts
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Sunday, March 16, 2025

957 - The Tie That Binds

Friends: I’m thanking the Lord for the Christian encouragers in my life, and for a good story. See the column below ... Blessings, Bob

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Spirituality Column #957

March 18, 2025

Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

The Tie That Binds

By Bob Walters

“I have no one else like him, who will show genuine concern for your welfare.” Paul, writing about Timothy’s ministry, Philippians 2:20.

Who are – or who was or is – your closest Christian mentor(s) and friend(s)?

No, I’m serious.  Stop reading and think about and pray with great thanks for the one or for those who have formed, influenced, encouraged, and sustained your Christian faith and life. List them, thank God for them, and pray for those you lead, too.

I’m doing that right now … thinking and praying about the human ties that bind me with other Christians, and with the Lord whose Spirit binds our faith and fellowship.

“Thank you, God, for the those who have led me and shared in the faith.”

Now, the story, seen in a recent video from John Samples about Russ Blowers.

The video link is below, and I obtained John’s approval before posting this.  For many of you, John and Russ are familiar figures.  They are both on my short list of the most influential encouragers of my life in Christ. Others at the top are Dave Faust, George Bebawi, my wife Pam, and my son Eric who first asked, at 13, to go to church.

Russ died in November 2007 after 56 years of ministry in Indianapolis.  I have written often about Russ, and like many at our East 91st Street Christian Church, I still miss him every day. It was during Russ’s 50th Anniversary sermon at E91, September 2, 2001 – my first Sunday in any church in decades – that I got it. It was my “Awake Date,” and I grew to know Russ – and Jesus – well. Russ baptized my sons, John and Eric.

John Samples, still a mainstay though retired pastoral presence at E91 “showing a genuine concern for our welfare,” officiated Russ’s funeral, November 15, 2007.

Russ’s funeral is where I met my wife Pam.  We both had arrived early at the service; she was to play tympani (drums) in the brass ensemble, and I was a pall bearer.  Pam and I spoke briefly about a tribute website I had set up for Russ, asking her to share the site info with the E91 orchestra and choir, which Russ very much loved.

A year and a half later, John officiated our wedding at E91, June 22, 2009.

John had arrived on staff at E91 in 1999 at the insistence of his colleague Dave Faust, who had just come aboard as Senior Minister. Dave, by the way, baptized me in November 2001. In September 2004, with Russ’s imprimatur, we convinced E91 to host a Wednesday evening Bible study with retired Cambridge divinity lecturer Dr. George Bebawi. I was secretary/coordinator of that weekly class during its entire 14 year run.

In May of 2007, Russ was awarded an honorary doctorate from his alma mater, Christian Theological Seminary, near Butler University in Indianapolis. I remember attending the event with Russ, and recall the aforementioned tale John recently told about Russ and a necktie at an E91 “Storytellers” event February 28. Here is the LINK.

John titled his four-minute presentation, “The Tie That Binds,” after several Bible references to the way the faithful are bound together and supportive of each other in Christ. I was blessed to witness and, in many ways, share first-hand in the pastoral love clearly evident between Russ and John. We are all richer in faith for models like them.

The love of Jesus is the tie that binds us, today and forever, in the truth of God.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) has written often about everyone here mentioned, easily searched on the blog (white box in upper left corner). We thank E91 master-storyteller Gerri Baker for arranging the event.

P.S. – In case you were looking for a St. Patrick’s Day article, here is an oldie but a goodie: (Link) Bars Closed on St. Patrick’s Day #174, 3-16-20-10. Erin go Bragh!

Monday, July 22, 2024

923 - Starting Well

Friends: Seeker Christians will love this video series … if they are serious. Mature Christians will appreciate the series … if they want to help seekers. Blessings! Bob

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Spirituality Column #923

July 23, 2024

Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Starting Well

By Bob Walters

“Now there were many other things that Jesus did …” John 21:25

The Apostle John said it plainly: even the Bible couldn’t contain everything that Jesus did. And learning even the basics of Christianity, Christian life, Christian hope, scripture, history – i.e., developing a competent personal handle on the greatest story ever told – is a daunting task.

So, enter an especially competent story teller and video producer, his friend a pastoral authority (and also a great story teller), and the unexpected appearance of a Bethlehem-native Holy Land expert, and out comes a beautifully shot and wonderfully told eight-part video on Christian basics with Bible precision and vivid, on-location Holy Land cinematography.  What one needs to know about Jesus is available right here, with discussion guides and Bible references included.

Whether the edification is for yourself, your small group, your Sunday school class, or other Bible study gathering, it is at its base a primer not just for the beginning Bible student, but also a “how-to” course for the rest of us on explaining the Bible and the story of Jesus Christ.  

To see it, click this link: Basic Christianity Video Series (or biblestudyvideos.org).  The series is free, online only, and it is a modern day video trip to Jerusalem, the Sea of Galilee, Bethany, Nazareth, Bethlehem and other areas where Jesus was born, lived, talked, taught, performed miracles, died, and rose again nearly 2,000 years ago.

A seasoned Christian will know the stories and have heard of the places. The series focuses on the Bible as it happened around Jerusalem, heavily covering the landmarks of Jesus. The video is straight-ahead, careful, care-taking reporting of the greatest story ever told.

Let me tell you about my friends who produced it.

Storyteller: Ken Nelson, the series’ creator, producer, videographer, and master story teller, traveled to the Holy Land in 2017 with a church group led by our friend and retired minister John Samples and his son, John W. Samples, onetime executive director of the Christian HolyLand Foundation.  “Just a tourist” at that point, Ken shot some video with his phone and, upon adding some production and voiceovers, put together a “rough” Holy Land presentation he showed to various Indianapolis area church groups. 

Ken knew he was on to something.

Pastoral Expert: That nascent, impromptu video played so well that Ken enlisted minister and former Christian college professor and president Dave Faust (the former E91 senior minister who baptized me back in 2001) to answer both basic and difficult Bible questions in the new video series.

Ken was once a TV news field reporter for WRTV in Indianapolis, and then enjoyed success with both his own video production company and a corporate personnel communications consultancy based in Indianapolis.  In late 2017 he focused his considerable talents and life-long faith on his newly-awakened passion for shooting a Bible explanation series in the Holy Land, and began gathering resources for this professional and clearly taught eight part series, approximately 35 minutes per episode.

Bethlehem Native: Any serious video production in the Holy Land requires numerous permits, and Ken’s request to shoot Jesus’s birthplace in Bethlehem was initially met with a bureaucratic “no.” But Dr. Fadi Alzoughbi (ZOG-bee), who worked at the “Garden of Nativity” (birthplace of Jesus) permitting office, saw the request and contacted Ken, saying he would help work things out.  And he did.

Fadi, a Palestinian Christian and pastor at House of Bread Church, www.hobc.info, lives two blocks from the site of the Nativity. He coordinated permits for and tours of the Bible venues Christians know. Nelson made several more trips to Israel, finished the production, and essentially gifted his efforts and this superb Bible Basics Video Series to those seeking Jesus or those leading others to Jesus.

Since Covid, and now the Hamas war since last October, Israel, Palestine, and all these Christian landmarks are not open to visitors.  But this free and extremely well done video series is every Christian’s visa to see these holiest of places where Jesus joined humanity and brought to earth God’s promise of our redemption from sin and mankind’s restoration to divine relationship with the Father. 

It is a video trip to a land currently not taking visitors, but where Jesus once “did many things.”

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) has worked with Nelson on various church communications projects for fund raisers and church celebrations, and admires the clarity of his Christian witness. Dave Faust’s new book, “Not Too Old, Turning Your Later Years into Greater Years,” on graciously aging in a Christian life, is available HERE CollegePress or HERE Amazon, or Sundays 10-Noon at the E91 Resource Room. And, interestingly, Bethlehem is in Palestine, not Israel. I didn’t know that.

Monday, July 12, 2021

765 - 'That Summer Before He Died...'

Spirituality Column #765

July 13, 2021

Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

‘That Summer Before He Died…’

By Bob Walters

When John Samples said he could marry us either “tomorrow” or not for another month (see last week’s column), Pam and I prepared for a wedding “tomorrow,” June 22, 2009.

After church we went to the nearby Von Maur store to find a pretty summer dress for Pam, all the while notifying family and close friends of our suddenly pending nuptials.

It was Sunday, and we were to be married late Monday afternoon at East 91st Street Christian Church in the small chapel next to the Fireside Room where, incidentally, for years there hung a beautiful painting of our beloved late pastor Russ and Marian Blowers.

On totally short notice, Pam’s sister Coleen couldn’t make it down from Detroit.  My brother Joe – a boat captain in far northern Wisconsin – happened to be ashore and jumped in his car for Indianapolis.  Big sister Linda was in Tucson, too far away.  Both of my sons were out of state working summer jobs unable to come back, but Pam’s daughter Lauren was Maid of Honor and son Jason walked his mom down the aisle.  Joe, my life’s wingman, was Best Man.

By early Sunday afternoon Pam’s dress was bought and our very small cast of wedding characters was assembled.  Joe arrived midday Monday and drove Pam and me downtown to get our license. On our way back north we picked up wedding rings, Pam then feverishly made beautiful fresh flower bouquets for herself and Lauren (of course she did), we got cleaned up, and headed to church.

We figured we would have a proper “reception” later on in August (we did), but the wedding, at first, was just us.  Then Pam’s longtime church life group got involved, then my close friends George Bebawi and Stan Naraine and their wives (May and Janie) – plus my old high school pal Sharon Job Hoffman – came along side, and we wound up with about 25 at the actual wedding.  Stan had us all over to his place for an impromptu cookout afterwards.  It was awesome.

But there was a secret Pam withheld from me until we started writing our vows that hectic Sunday afternoon.  It stands not only as one of the greatest surprises of my life but was the centerpiece of our wedding ceremony.  Fancy vows wouldn’t be necessary.

“There’s something I’ve never told you …” Pam said, smiling. Me: (gulp) “Okay ….”

Turns out that summer before Russ Blowers died in November 2007, Pam had run into him one afternoon at the Castleton Christian book store on 82nd Street.  One-on-one time with Russ was precious and they sat on a bench between rows of books for most of an hour chatting about Pam’s “little family,” church friends, and Russ’s recent June trip with his sons to Normandy.  Russ just naturally added the Lord’s joy, always. He endearingly referred to Pam, who played tympani in the E91 orchestra, as his “drummer girl.”

At our wedding almost exactly two years later, the “homily” was Pam’s daughter Lauren reading aloud this charming story with its surprise ending.  As they parted that summer day in 2007, Russ said to Pam, “I have a special friend I’m going to introduce you to when I think the time is right.”

Pam never so much as hinted that when I approached her at Russ’s funeral, she recognized me as the guy “who always sat with Russ.”  Three days later on Sunday when we spoke, Pam was convinced I was the friend Russ was talking about … but she never let on to me until the day before we were to be married.

Russ knew both our situations, Pam’s and mine, and knew my situation well enough not to prod me, not then, about a new relationship.  But Russ knew when the timing would be right.

I’m convinced meeting Pam at Russ’s funeral was not so random after all.

Russ set us up that summer before he died, and kept his promise in November.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) would have freaked out had he known this earlier.


Monday, July 5, 2021

764 - 'How About Tomorrow?'

 Spirituality Column #764

July 6, 2021

Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

‘How About Tomorrow?’

By Bob Walters

After meeting Pam at long-time, beloved E91 pastor Russ Blowers’ funeral on a Thursday (see last week’s column #763, scroll below), we next spoke after that Sunday’s church service.

As mentioned last week, our E91 church in 2007 was huge.  Pam and I attended the same weekly service for probably five years but had never met.  Needing help informing the music ministry about Russ’s online tribute website (Russ Stories link), I recognized Pam from both the orchestra and the choir; a female drummer who was also a six-foot tall blond alto in the choir line was hard to miss.

I wasn’t “looking for her,” specifically.  But when I saw her outside the sanctuary about an hour before the funeral – she was to play tympani with the brass ensemble and I was a pall bearer – I approached, introduced myself, and asked for help passing the word about the Russ tribute site.  It was a quick, concise, and pleasant exchange … but maybe not as random or “chance” as it seemed at the time.

I say we still hadn’t actually “met” because at the funeral there was neither the time nor, understandably, the inclination for small talk.  But Sunday was different. 

After Sunday’s service Pam found me – I always sat near the front a few rows back on the right side, usually with Russ – and said she had emailed the tribute site info to the choir and orchestra members and it was well-received. Mission accomplished.

Chatting in the pews up near the pipe organ console, and in no particular order, we discovered of each other that we both adored Russ, she was an English teacher and I was a writer, that we both had strong (and fond) multi-generational vacation roots in northern Michigan, that we had graduated high school the same year (she near Grand Rapids, Mich., me in Kokomo, Ind.), she was a life-long Christian, a preacher’s kid (PK), and had been at E91 for 27 years, while I was a newbie, baptized at E91 Nov. 18, 2001.

Oh, did I mention that the Sunday when we “met” was Nov. 18, 2007?

We also learned we each had two mostly-grown kids from long-term marriages that had each, ironically enough, ended in May of 2005 with uncontested divorces.  We also learned that each of us had ongoing challenges (family, work, etc.) but we became fast friends and married a year and a half later, Monday, June 22, 2009.

Why a Monday?  Well, we have dear friend and retired pastor John Samples to thank for that one.  I had popped the question to Pam three days earlier on Friday, June 19, just before we headed over to the annual E91 music ministry end-of-season dinner.  Pam had been in the choir and orchestra for nearly 30 years so it became an especially great party for us with dear friends who all cheered, “It’s about time!”   

We were not planning a long engagement, and for logistical reasons marrying “sooner” would be far better than “later.”  Sunday, June 21, at church we approached John about scheduling a time to marry us in the coming weeks.  He pulled out his date book, frowned, and said that starting Tuesday of that week the next several weeks were full of travel and he was otherwise booked.  He just didn’t see how he could work it in.

Then he smiled, looked up at us and said, “How about tomorrow?”

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) needs one more week to tell this story properly.  There was still a huge Russ-related and not-random surprise Pam was not telling Bob.  

Monday, June 28, 2021

763 - Our Pastor's Funeral

Spirituality Column #763

June 29, 2021

Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Our Pastor’s Funeral

By Bob Walters

“My wife Pam and I met at our pastor’s funeral.”

I just love the start of that story, and love even more that it’s our story to tell. 

It was November 2007 – the 15th, a Thursday, to be exact – on a day saddened by loss but buoyed with the hope and love of Jesus that beloved pastor Russ Blowers had instilled in countless Christians during 56 years of ministry at East 91st Street Christian Church in Indianapolis.  His funeral mostly filled the 2,200-seat worship hall.

Russ, 83 and retired, had died late Saturday evening the 10th, missing by a mere 10 minutes the symmetry of this proud World War II veteran’s death being marked on a November 11 Veteran’s Day.  His friend and fellow pastor John Samples, who along with Russ’s son’s Phil and Paul had prayed and watched as Russ breathed his last, woke me with a phone call and the not-unexpected news around 1:30 a.m.

A few hours later I arrived for Sunday church early as those of us who knew shared the news of Russ’s death with others, and word spread quickly.  Russ and I had grown close during my first six years as a Christian, which also happened to be his last six years as a minister.  I say “last six years”; I don’t know exactly what a guy like Russ is promoted to upon arrival at the pearly gates, but I doubt “minister” still covers it.

Anyway, in the halls at church later that Sunday morning my cell phone rang and Phil Blowers was calling to ask if I would serve his dad as a pall bearer.  I said yes as the tears I’d held back burst forth, right there in the hallway next to the reception desk.     

E91, as we call it, is a big church. At that time, Sunday mornings saw 4,000 or more worshippers in five services at two different ends of the building.  In the couple of years preceding his death, Russ and I had taken to sitting together in the 9:15 a.m. traditional service in the main sanctuary where the choir and orchestra – yes, a full, wonderful orchestra of extraordinarily talented church members – regularly performed.

I’ve often said going to church at E91 was like going to the Indy 500 … you never see or meet all the people who are there.  A cordial Sunday morning E91 greeting, “Hi, are you new here?” was often met with the response, “No, ‘been here for 30 years.”

One fellow I knew, former E91 member Dale Collie, called early Monday morning – from North Carolina where he now lived – urging me to start an online “Tribute Site” where parishioners and friends could post memories of Russ.  I was a long-time public relations guy and communicating was my business so I picked up the challenge.  We had the site up and running later that day. (see Russ Stories – link is still live.)

The daunting part of the challenge was reaching everyone who knew Russ or might want to post on the site.  Russ, for heaven’s sake, had been the chairman of the Billy Graham crusades in Indianapolis and Channel 8’s “TV Preacher” in the 1960s.  His ministry’s reach far exceeded E91, but my first goal was to gather stories from those who knew him best – and knew each other best – there in our home congregation.

It was obvious from sitting with Russ in Sunday services that the huge music ministry was a particular delight to him, and that he was adored by its many members.  But how to notify them?  An hour or so before the funeral, I recognized the orchestra’s tympanist standing in the hallway and asked her for help.  She said her name was Pam.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) married Pam June 22, 2009.  More next week.

Monday, November 11, 2019

678 - Reasonable Faith

Spirituality Column #678
November 12, 2019
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Reasonable Faith
By Bob Walters

“Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have.” – 1 Peter 3:15

I had a zillion Bible and theological questions when I became a serious, baptized, born-again Christian back in 2001.

At age 47 I was a blank slate when it came to Jesus.  Thankfully, God put some great people close to me early on – Russ Blowers, Dave Faust, George Bebawi, John Samples – who could field any question.  I needed answers and definitions and in that season of my life, for better or worse, I was blessed with time to read the Bible.

And I mean, I read all of it.  Genesis to Revelation.  I cheated just a bit skimming some of the repetitive sections in Deuteronomy and Chronicles, and I didn’t always read absolutely every name or place in every chapter.  I discovered that reading Psalms – in order, en masse – was counterproductive.  Better to take them one-at-a-time; better to pray over them, better to let them soak in, better to pray them to God as you go. Slowly.

Anyhow, Russ – who died 12 years ago this past weekend, Nov. 10, 2007 – loved people and taught me to see chaos in the world not as punishment but as evidence of a fallen world, hence the need for Christ, hence the hope of eternal joy.

Dave, the church pastor who baptized me, taught my first “Bible study” and suddenly this “old book” (that’s what I used to call it) that made no sense to me earlier in life came vibrantly alive.  I met God and Jesus on its pages.  The Spirit turned out to be no joke.  Life’s moment-by-moment “reality” shifted to solid reliance on eternal truth.

George – good grief, where would I be without George Bebawi? – laughed when I asked him early on, “Why was evil allowed to enter the Garden of Eden?”  “Bob, it is a story” he answered in jovial assuredness.  That response threw me at the time but when we realize, unquestionably, that God communicates in stories, it was a perfect answer. I learned to focus less on Satan, sin, and the snake and more on the truth of the story: that God is righteous but gives His created beings freedom to love Him or not.

Why?  God is good and God is love, but love cannot be coerced.  Neither can it be defined.  When we define love, we lose it because we have given it limits.  Neither God nor love has limits. I wrote recently that love is never a list but that truly divine and sacrificial love allows us to join God’s grace, obedience, and example that we see in Christ.  Jesus is the model for God’s perfection of humanity.  Our joy is chasing it.

John Samples – pastor, friend, counselor, and encourager – has trusted me with teaching his Bible study class and standing in a small pulpit for him, preaching Christ.

All this is to say that, more than what we will ever “know,” it is our relationships that magnify a walk with Christ, just as they illuminate the eternal community within the Holy Trinity – Father, Son, Spirit.  In our relationships we taste, briefly, the obedience, grace, love, and glory of Kingdom life.  It is real, though I cannot – and have learned that I do not need to – define it beyond the great peace and hope of knowing Jesus.

Yes, learn about the Bible, the Church, history, tradition, and 2,000 years of human intellectual and spiritual investment that tells us when we know Jesus, we know truth exists.  But I’ve learned that the reason for my faith is not what I know.

The reason for my faith resides in the relationships my faith has created.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) notes that 1 Peter 3:15 (above), says to give an answer for “your” faith; not the faith of others around you … that’s the Spirit’s job.
Monday, December 3, 2018

629 - The First Sermon I'd Preach


Spirituality Column #629
December 4, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

The First Sermon I’d Preach
By Bob Walters

“The way-yay-ting is the hardest part …” – Tom Petty song lyric, “The Waiting,” 1985

If the tune of this rock music standard doesn’t come immediately to mind, I apologize for the cultural stretch and the mixed theological metaphor but I’ll get to the point soon enough.  Though the lyric mentions heaven it is not a song about God; it’s about a guy waiting for this life to unfold.  Indeed, there is a lot of waiting in life.

A few weeks back in our Thursday morning “Mustard Seed” seniors Bible study at East 91st Street Christian Church – the study was originally led by Russ Blowers and years ago met at the “Mustard Seed” restaurant near Keystone at the Crossing in north Indianapolis – current study leader John Samples invited current E91 senior pastor Rick Grover to teach a lesson, which just happened to be Mark 10:46-53 where blind beggar Bartimaeus receives his sight after shouting at Jesus as he was leaving Jericho, “Son of David, have mercy on me!”  Despite objections from onlookers – presumably even His own disciples – Jesus answered Bartimaeus and asked what he wanted – “Rabbi, I want to see.” To which Jesus famously replied, “Go, your faith has healed you.”

Immediately, Bartimaeus could see and “followed Jesus along the road.”

Rick, a highly-regarded Bible scholar in his own right, thoughtfully and skillfully “unpacked” the facts and nuances of this familiar biblical encounter.  What Rick noted that caught my attention and started my mind wandering was when he pointed out that Jesus was “right there” and Bartimaeus did not have to wait; his faith had healed him.

And it dawned on me; Jesus is always right there.  Think back through the Old Testament and then consider the different message of the New Testament; the great, great lesson of the new covenant in Jesus Christ is the difference in whether you are waiting for Him not.  Jesus is close, not far; Bartimaeus simply called out to Him.

Our gift in Christ is not that we can tell God what to do, where to do it, and when to do it; our gift is the profound lesson of this Christmas season – Jesus is Emanuel, “God with us.”  He is with us always, and it is our faith that reaches him – immediately.

In the Old Testament God often showed up, but as the Jews became His Chosen People He sent down hundreds of laws and instructions for how they – the Jews – were to express their faith, build temples, and observe festivals – prescribing rituals, places, and times – where God would be exalted and/or present.

There is none of that in the New Testament – not in the Gospels, the Epistles, nowhere.  Emanuel – God with us – is with us all the time (Hebrews 13:5): not to do our bidding but in grace to accept our faith, trust, and love, and to give us the character to enjoy life’s ups and the strength to endure life’s downs.  Jesus is with us … always.

This is a revelation that defeats all legalism: Faith finds Jesus … right now.

The Bible, front to back, is a book about Jesus.  We see who God is, who we are, what doesn’t work (the Law), and what does work (faith). Especially in the Psalms there is a whole lot of “waiting on the Lord,” but try this trick: since Jesus Christ is Lord and always has been Lord (John 1:1-5, 10), everywhere you see the word “Lord” referring to God in the Psalms and Old Testament prophets, in your mind and heart insert the word “Jesus.”  Then let the Spirit show you that God is with you – right now – in Jesus Christ.

The waiting really isn’t the hardest part; seeing in faith is.  I’d preach that.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) has a fairly short bucket list, but this is on it.

Monday, May 28, 2018

602 - Neighborly Advice

Spirituality Column #602
May 29, 2018
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Neighborly Advice
By Bob Walters

“And who is my neighbor?” – Luke 10:29, the Parable of the Good Samaritan

For the most part my faith in Christ is expressed in these weekly writings, not in preaching or teaching.

Yes – and perhaps you can relate – there are my far-too-meager attempts at life witness, good works, helping those in need, encouraging the downcast, lifting up the fellowship, and challenging worldly evils.  I know my efforts are meager because I know so many people who are expert at and blessed by some or several of these qualities.

In general it is dangerous to compare ourselves positively or negatively to any other person, because that is the seed Satan uses with which to grow jealousy, envy, judgment, arrogance, fear, and hatred.  When these comparisons instead inspire mercy, compassion, kindness, humility, boldness, and love, well, you’re in the ring with Jesus.

If you read the Gospels, you’ll see that Jesus was really good at all this stuff.  If you are truly going to follow anybody, start with Him, and then stay with Him.  Your heart will stay on course and you won’t make the same hard-hearted mistake the law expert made in the parable of the Good Samaritan when he asked Jesus the question in Luke 10:29, noted above, “And who is my neighbor?”

Last month brought the rare opportunity for me to pinch hit as a teacher in the long-running Mustard Seed Bible study at our East 91st Street Christian Church.  It is a Thursday morning gathering of seasoned citizens / senior saints that began meeting in the 1990s taught by long-time E91 pastor Russ Blowers and then, since Russ’s passing in 2007, by now-retired E91 seniors' minister John Samples.  I’ve been attending since 2002. Did I say “rare” opportunity?  This was actually a first.

John is teaching a chronology of Jesus’ ministry and needed a substitute the week the topic landed on “The Parable of the Good Samaritan.”  This event would have happened during autumn prior to the spring Jesus was crucified, and appears in Luke 10 just after the “sending out of the 72.”  In the parable Jesus answers an inquiry by a Jewish law expert as to how he, the lawyer, could inherit eternal life.

The great thing about teaching a Bible lesson actually is the study and learning one gains in the preparation.  The teacher learns more than he or she can possibly share with the class.  But in this common parable (Luke 10:25-37), the thing I learned in studying and was adamant about sharing was that the legal expert, this Jewish lawyer of religious laws, posed this particular question arrogantly backwards.

By asking “Who is my neighbor?” he was asking, “Who is worthy of my love?”

The brilliance of Jesus’s answer is that rather than simply say, “Everyone,” Jesus in barely 200 words (as translated into English) revealed the lawyer’s arrogance and hardness of heart, destroyed the Jewish assumption of ethnic superiority (the hated Samaritan was the hero), and asked, finally, “Who proved to be a neighbor?” 

The lesson?  Be the neighbor who helps others.  That’s great advice.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) thanks mentor Dr. George Bebawi for pointing out that making an enemy think (Jesus vs. the Lawyer) is a far better tactic of rebellion than simple confrontation.   
Monday, September 11, 2017

565 - Mark My Words

Spirituality Column No. 565
September 12, 2017
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary
 
Mark My Words
By Bob Walters
 
It seems that everybody but me already knew that the Gospel of Mark is basically the witness of St. Peter.
 
I have read the Gospels many times, know that Matthew wrote to the Jews, Mark to the Romans, Luke to the Greeks and John to everybody.  Matthew the Jew was a hated tax collector for the Romans recruited by Jesus to be a disciple.  Mark was a Jew but not a disciple and most Bible scholars agree he was probably the “young man who fled naked” (Mark 14:51-52) when Jesus was arrested. Luke, a Greek physician, was not among the 12 Disciples but probably was one of the “70 or 72” caretaker disciples (Luke 10:1-2) and also very likely was the “other man” with Cleopas on the road to Emmaus when they were visited by Jesus (Luke 24:13-18) following the crucifixion.  John, “the Disciple Jesus loved,” was the only Disciple who actually was at the crucifixion.  All the rest fled.  At the cross, of all Jesus’s followers, only John and a few women, including Mary the mother of Jesus, were there.
 
To recap the Gospel writers early on, Matthew was despised, Mark was a coward, Luke was a foreigner, and John, probably too many times in his Gospel, mentioned that he was “the disciple Jesus loved.”  My dear but now 10-years-deceased pastor and mentor Russ Blowers liked to joke, lovingly, that John wanted to make sure everyone knew he was Jesus’s “favorite.”
 
To me the greatness of the Bible is more than just its divine trustworthiness.  With its fascinating stories, depth, danger, complex and linked characters, and how everything ultimately fits together; there is always something new to learn.
 
And I keep learning things, thanks in no small part to my great friend and teacher George Bebawi, a Bible translator and well-regarded scholar in church history (lecturer at Cambridge University, England) who for the 14th consecutive September at East 91st Street Christian Church begins a Christian teaching series, this year on the Gospel of Mark. The class – free and open to everyone – begins this week, Wednesday, Sept. 13, at 6:30 p.m. in the upstairs “Sun Room” at E91.  Anyone from any church is welcome.
 
Because I help George finalize his class notes (proofing and formatting), I saw the information on Peter and Mark.  I shared that nugget with pastor-friend Dave Faust, who said, “Oh yeah, that’s in 1 Peter 5:13, and Silas (verse 12) helped both Peter and Paul.”  John Samples, dear friend and pastor who wrote the foreword for my new book, said “That’s true, and isn’t it interesting that everyone thinks Mark is a shortened version of Matthew, when actually Mark was written first and Matthew is more like an extended version of Mark?”  Many of you could probably add much more.
 
So sorry if I’m a bit behind, but I find constant renewal not only in daily relationship with Jesus but in the perpetual freshness of scripture.  I pray you do too.
 
Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) sincerely invites you to George’s free class series on Mark at E91.  Just bring your Bible and your brain … and some note paper.
Monday, February 13, 2017

535 - Directional Stability

Spirituality Column No. 535
February 14, 2017
Common Christianity / Uncommon Commentary

Directional Stability
By Bob Walters

“Remember that the ‘power’ in our prayer rests on the One who hears it and not the one who speaks it.” – Joyce Samples, daily devotional text message, 2-11-17
 
Last year dear friend from church Joyce Samples started sending out a daily text message briefly reflecting on her daily devotions and prayer.
 
Petrified she was “bothering” people, Joyce checked and double checked with recipients inviting them off the list.  You will not find a bolder witness for Jesus Christ than Joyce Samples but, you know, she’d be mortified if she thought she was pestering her friends.  And please know Joyce has lots of friends.
 
Joyce has been married to wonderful Christian pastor John Samples for 66 years, and John has served at East 91st Street Christian Church here in Indianapolis since the late 1990s as an associate pastor, then the Senior Ministries pastor (for us older folks) and now as one of the busiest “retired” pastors you’ve ever seen.
 
He’s a great friend, too.  John married my wife Pam and me back in 2009.
 
Five years ago today, Valentine’s Day 2012, this column was about John and Joyce – Estes was her maiden name – and Joyce’s six other siblings all of whom had been married at that point for 50 years or more. That’s seven Estes family brothers and sisters who celebrated Golden wedding anniversaries.  Jay Leno invited the entire surviving Estes clan to be on the Tonight Show, but several of them didn’t/don’t fly.
 
It’s the best Valentine’s Day story I know.
 
But let’s get back to Joyce’s daily text messages.  In general, any writer knows it’s far more difficult to write “short” than to write until you’re done.  I worked in and around sports media for 30 years and the hardest working reporter in the press box was the one from USA Today who had to tell the whole story in six or seven paragraphs. I’m also reminded of Will Rogers, the pithy, funny cultural and political commentator from the 1920s and 30s who worked hours each day coming up with topical one-liners that ran in most of the nation’s newspapers.  For example: "If you ever injected truth into politics you’d have no politics.”
 
So Joyce’s ability to say a lot in a very few words puts her in rare company.  And as to the specific sentiment expressed above, it made me think of this:
 
I have a sensitive ear for the prayers of people who are praying but who I am not convinced have any idea to whom or what they are praying.  I’ve heard performers, athletes – all kinds of people, really – “pray” calling on God or beseeching the Lord for this favor or that success and there is nothing in the prayer for God.  It’s all for “me.”
 
A “tell,” I think, is whether they invoke Jesus in their prayer, directing the focus and power onto a divine person; stable, holy, solid, other and beyond themselves.
 
Yes, Jesus loves me, but God’s glory is the point.  We need Jesus for that.
 
Walters (rlwcom@aol.com) notes that his in-laws Richard and Etta Erdman of Honor, Michigan, have been married 67 years this May.  Happy Valentine’s Day!  Also, feel free to pester Joyce Samples about adding you to her daily texting list.  BTW - to see that column from 2012, here's the link: CommonChristianity #275 - Love, Endurance, and Prayer  
Monday, February 13, 2012

275 - Love, Endurance, and Prayer

Spirituality Column #275
February 14, 2012
Current in Carmel – Westfield – Noblesville – Fishers
(Indianapolis north suburban home newspapers)

Love, Endurance, and Prayer
By Bob Walters

My friends John and Joyce (Estes) Samples have been married 61 years.

Not bad, but this is amazing: Joyce and her six still-living Estes siblings - two brothers and four sisters – have all been married for more than 50 years.

That’s right, seven brothers and sisters from the same family have each celebrated Golden Wedding Anniversaries. Youngest sister Sue’s 50th in February 2008 was the seventh and inspired national news coverage.

The Estes siblings and current years of marriage are Agnes 65, Doug 64, Charles 61, Joyce 61, Eula 58, Sue 53, and Gladys 52. They were born in Kentucky but grew up near Richmond, Ind. Joyce and husband John, a minister, live in Fishers.

Thirteen of the 14 Golden celebrants are still “alive and kicking” today (Gladys’ husband died in 1999). Another brother, Joe, died in 1992 after 48 years of marriage to Ruth, a marriage delayed three years by World War II. So that’s another 50-year-plus commitment. A ninth sibling sister died when she was less than two years old.

As you might expect, their parents C.M. and Minnie Estes marked a long marriage – 59 years before C.M. passed in1975. Minnie died in 1997 at age 99.

Add it all up and that’s 521 years of marriage for these Christian, church-going, prayerful kinfolk who provide a Valentine’s Day reminder that love can indeed endure.

But rather than making this about Christian marriage or a secular holiday (the “Feast of St. Valentine” has been dropped from the official Roman Catholic calendar), let’s talk about love, endurance, and prayer in broader terms.

Most of us, when we pray, pray for deliverance. We pray for God to fix this problem, heal that sickness, smooth life’s rough spots, or calm troubled waters. “Deliver us from evil” we pray, because we think “evil” must be this thing making me crazy either in life or at this particular moment. But what are we doing for God?

Jesus prayed for deliverance, sure, “Take this cup from me …” (Matthew 26:39), but then expressed his faithfulness to God (26:42), “May your will be done.” And when Jesus prayed for Himself, the disciples, and all believers (John 17) in the Garden before His Crucifixion, He prayed for endurance for the sake of God’s glory.

Try praying “for endurance for the sake of God’s glory,” and see what happens.

The proof of love is in our endurance – just ask Jesus. Or an Estes sibling.

Walters (rlwcom@aol.com, www.commonchristianity.blogspot.com) learned that Jay Leno invited the Estes siblings and spouses to fly to Los Angeles and appear on The Tonight Show, but some of the Estes siblings don’t fly – never have, never will. Endurance, evidently, has its limits. Happy Valentine’s Day!

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