A Wonderful Paraphrase

Years ago some one sent me this wonderful paraphrase of 1st Corinthians 13. I have found it helpful, not to mention meaningful throughout the years. I shared it with you all during Sunday’s Gospel service and promised I would put it in this weeks eNews. I must say I don’t know who wrote it, but I am grateful for whomever it was that did.



1st Corinthians 13

IT DOESN.T MATTER that I talk like a poet
Or sing like an angel:
if I am no good at loving, my life is an empty thing,
all noise, no music.
It doesn’t matter that I know all about religion
and have faith to work miracles:
Without love it gets me nowhere.
Or suppose
I share all the firm’s profits with my employees
And then give away my share to the Third World;
Or even die for a good cause—
if I act without love I might as well not bother.

LOVE MEANS being patient with people,
being kind to them,
and not envying them.
It means not boasting at them,
and not being rude to them.
It means not being selfish,
and not being touchy.
Love does not keep count of some one else’s faults,
or enjoy catching them out;
it prefers to see the best in them.
Love goes on trusting, goes on hoping,
and goes on putting up with things.

When a prophecy comes true, it is done with;
you don’t need it any more.
When a promise is fulfilled,
You don’t need it anymore; you have the fulfillment.
When children grow up they don’t need toys anymore,
they have the real thing;
And someday, somewhere – in heaven perhaps,
we shall have the real thing
which all our human science and art and religion
were pointing to;
and then we shan’t need them any more.
But there will never be a time or a place
at which people don’t need love any more.

LOVE LASTS. Well, there are three things that last;
faith, and hope, and love.
But love lasts the longest.



Being encouraged to take advantage of opportunities is nothing new to us. Ever since we were children, some one has encouraged us to; study, practice, and enrollee… just participate in one thing or another! Often too we hear ourselves say after the fact, “ Gee Wiz! I wish I had done more while I had the opportunity to do so.” Or simply, “I wish I had done that.”

This summer we are offering two opportunities. First the opportunity to worship in a totally different setting – namely outside the church building. Because the setting will be different, the worship will be affected. I will do my best to present a different approach to worship; after all we will be worshipping outside the sanctuary for the next month.

In the old days itinerant ministers used to hold camp meetings in tents, or outside of a traditional building. The worship was alive and enthusiastic with lots of singing. This coming Sunday, July 27th, we will have a gospel hymn sing, complete with a old time testimonial from yours truly, Jarv. During the sermon time I will tell you how and why I am a Christian.

In the following weeks other “outside issues” pertaining to our church will be offered as well. These are worship opportunities you won’t want to miss.

The second is our All Church Retreat on August 10th that will be held in Lee Lamkin’s home, 1123 Nimitz Ln, Foster City, following an abbreviated Sunday worship at the church. Our theme will is “We are Family, Members One of Another”. We will explore what it means to be a “family size “ church. What gifts do we have and how do we let other’s know we have them.

No one lights a lamp and then puts it under a basket. Instead, a lamp is placed on a stand, where it gives light to everyone in the house.

Also there will be lots of time for laughter, fun and fellowship not to mention plenty of good food. We will start at 11 AM end at 3PM on the dot – I promise!

Again folks, these are opportunities you will not want to miss. Put these dates on your calendar and join us! Don’t say, “Gee Wiz! I wish I had…”


Story of a Mentor

I have been so privileged to have mentors in my life. One was a gentle giant. His name was Robert L. Wood, and he was my 6th grade Sunday school teacher. I had perfect attendance that year. Bob was a great teacher mostly by personal example. He was devout and kind—but he always challened us by asking, “ What does the man, Jesus mean for you in your life?” Our curriculum was the worst—a pink book called Theirs is the Kingdom. It’s focus was church history, totally boring. And yet it was Bob’s personal witness that inspired us in spite of the curriculum. He would ask, “What do you think Jesus calling us to do?” And in his saying that he was always joyous and enthusiastic.

After the class was over for the year, Bob would see me in church and talk about how he felt the man, Jesus was calling our church. Times were tough back then as civil rights was in full swing and Vietnam’s rumble was beginning. I remember so well Bob’s being motivated by the phrase, “If you give a man a fish he eats for a day, if you teach him how to fish he eats for a lifetime” That phrase became the philosophy for two emerging, faith-based  missions, Heifer Project and Habitat for Humanity. Bob chose to work for Habitat for Humanity  in those early days.

Throughout the years to come I would bump into Bob at association meetings of the conference and other special events. He was pleased when I entered seminary.  As a student I continued to marvel at Bob’s ability to rejoice and be grateful in the midst of adversity. He was always on the cutting edge. Bob came to my ordination and although he died soon after, I will never forget his optimism, his gratitude, and his service.

The last Time I saw him, Bob asked me one last time  where I felt the man Jesus was calling me in ministry—not in an accusatory way, only with deep interest. Then he would add—“You know,  I believe God is calling me to deal with people in prisons. Not many do that –and Jesus tells us to minister to the prisoners—and I‘m going to do it”.

Bob was a humble busness man who worked in NYC where he commuted every day from Westport, CT. He found the solution to life’s problems in service. If you ever read No More Shacks by Millard Fuller, founder of Habitat for Humanity, you will see that it is dedicated to Robert L. Wood, my Sunday school teacher, always grateful to respond to the call of the man, Jesus.