Old Friends
One of my old friends stopped by today. I haven’t seen him since well before we moved to Cambridge Springs. I was so happy to see him and spend a couple hours with him, showing him our new home and the church and town we serve. Words cannot explain how close Bob and I have been over the years.
I still remember meeting Bob. Years ago, he was a competitor of mine in the business world and of course, we were in competition for a couple clients. It just so happened that my pastor at the time put together a meeting, which included Bob, that I had to attend. I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. I found out at that meeting that Bob was a really great person. As usual, God was leading, dragging me kicking and screaming where I did not want to go. After that meeting, Bob invited me to come to his office so that we could get to know one another. The rest is history.
We’ve hunted together, worked together, laughed heartily together and cried together. I was even in his son’s wedding; not as a pastor, but as a friend. I have so many memories of our friendship that I could not even begin to share. But, there is one memory that I cherish above and beyond all others. Back in 2003, I had finally bowed before the Lord and had surrendered to His desire for me to enter His ministry in any capicity, including pastor. One difficulty that I was having at the time was that I could not get anyone to listen to me and take me seriously. I needed help. I needed direction. I was desperate. It just so happened (aka God’s divine providence) that Bob stopped by for a visit. It was about 9:30 in the evening and he was on his way home to his family. He still had an hour’s drive ahead of him and he was tired. Nevertheless, Bob sat with Linda and I until two in the morning listening, counseling and praying with us.
That’s just the kind of man Bob is. His life has been poured out in service to those he loves. He is a man of character, integrity and principle.
And he is my friend.
Perfect Pitch
Ron, the piano tuner, stopped by yesterday. He is a really nice gentleman and I enjoyed his visit. Ron grew up in DuBois, PA, so we both have Central Pennsylvania connections. I have only known Ron for a few months, but I feel like I have known him much longer than that.
Some years ago, maybe about five or six, I found a Yamaha piano in a house that we were buying to rehabilitate. The house had been empty for a number of years as the owner had been in a nursing home, and had just recently passed away. The owner of the house, and the piano, was the proprieter of a music store in Clearfield and later Curwensville. I asked her son about the piano. He was happy for me to haul it away for $200. I was taking a risk. I knew the piano had not recently been given care and that there may be some damage.
Now five years later, I sat in my “Archie Bunker” chair and watched as Ron worked on this piano. As he began, he said to me, “Cliff, If I can get this thing into tune, you’ll have something here.” So, for the next hour or so, Ron cranked and turned on the wrench. He hit keys and played various chords. I watched the look on his face as he turned his ear this way, then that. Slowly, my $200 risk began to sing a lovely tune and a wonderful smile began to come over Ron’s face. After he finished, he turned to look at me. He didn’t have to say a word. I could tell that Ron took great pleasure from the work that he did; turning something that didn’t sound good at all into an instrument that could make beautiful music. “I just increased the value of your piano by at least a thousand dollars,” he told me. “You got a real buy.” I didn’t fully realize what Ron meant until after he was gone and I sat down to play it myself. The smile that Ron had on his face appeared on mine. The tone was incredible!
As I observed Ron working, at times well pleased and at other times, unsure of the outcome, I had a picture of God working on me, working on you. I saw Him working on the church and humanity trying to bring all into harmony, to bring out that beautiful tone that He knows is there somewhere. God cranking on that wrench turning His ear toward His creation. His fingers lightly playing various beautiful chords as he listened.
If we all could, if we all would let the Master, who has perfect pitch, tune us, what wonderful tone we would have.
What a beautiful harmony would be heard.
Milestones
It was a week of milestones.
Yesterday, my son, Caleb turned 16. Tuesday, we will go to Erie to get his driver’s permit and I will be riding in the passenger seat when we return home. 16. What happened to 4 through 15? I was there but yet I seemed to miss it.
He a good young man and I appreciate the manner in which he has matured. He is a hard worker and seems to have a good base of morality. I think that he realizes that the decisions he makes over the next few years will essentially chart the course of the rest of his life. I still spend much time praying for him, though.
Another milestone…
I finally graduated from Geneva. Although I realize that this is a big deal, to me it is as if I have just won the first round of a tournament. There are still games to be played and adversities to overcome to get to the goal; the prize. So I will take some time to rest and complete some housekeeping items. Then it will be time to start the next round of the tournment.
Life’s Priorities:
1. God: worship and serving
2. Family: serving
3. Calling and Vocation: leading and teaching
4. Advancement: learn, add and grow…enjoy the journey
Read something from the book of Proverbs everyday. It will do you good.
Democracy, Representative Republic or…
Communist? Could it really be that we have become what we fought against not too many decades ago?
From the Princlples of Communism by Frederick Engles (1847), a Karl Marx contemporary with my comments in italics:
“All religions so far have been the expression of historical stages of development of individual peoples or groups of peoples. But communism is the stage of historical development which makes all existing religions superfluous and brings about their disappearance.”
(In God We Trust…not anymore. We trust the US Government)
“The main measures, emerging as the necessary result of existing relations, are the following:
(i) Limitation of private property through progressive taxation, heavy inheritance taxes, abolition of inheritance through collateral lines (brothers, nephews, etc.) forced loans, etc.
(Our private property rights have been limited by over-regulation. We have progressive tax rates as we desire for the rich to pay “their fair share”. Inheiritance taxes are over 50% on larger estates that are not passed on to a spouse. Forced loans? A lot of people are losing their homes to banks because of the credit crisis. More people must have large amounts of debt in order to live.)
(ii) Gradual expropriation of landowners, industrialists, railroad magnates and shipowners, partly through competition by state industry, partly directly through compensation in the form of bonds.
(The government is the nation’s largest employer, not counting government contracts to private or public companies)
(iii) Confiscation of the possessions of all emigrants and rebels against the majority of the people.
(iv) Organization of labor or employment of proletarians on publicly owned land, in factories and workshops, with competition among the workers being abolished and with the factory owners, in so far as they still exist, being obliged to pay the same high wages as those paid by the state.
(Unionization, the ever-increasing minimum wage, the forcing of private companies to pay for social security, medicare, and other “free” benefits for workers…sorry, but it is true!)
(v) An equal obligation on all members of society to work until such time as private property has been completely abolished. Formation of industrial armies, especially for agriculture.
(vi) Centralization of money and credit in the hands of the state through a national bank with state capital, and the suppression of all private banks and bankers.
(Have you heard of Alan Greenspan, Ben Bernake and the Federal Reserve? The loss of local banks right up to the loss of the gold standard has led to the confiscation of individual wealth through inflation and debt)
(vii) Increase in the number of national factories, workshops, railroads, ships; bringing new lands into cultivation and improvement of land already under cultivation – all in proportion to the growth of the capital and labor force at the disposal of the nation.
(viii) Education of all children, from the moment they can leave their mother’s care, in national establishments at national cost. Education and production together.
(Does more need to be said? God not allowed in public schools. Public, centralized schools that are funded and mandated by the federal government. “No Child Left Behind”. All day kindergarten, Day Care and Head Start. The disdain for and propeganda against home-schoolers.)
(ix) Construction, on public lands, of great palaces as communal dwellings for associated groups of citizens engaged in both industry and agriculture and combining in their way of life the advantages of urban and rural conditions while avoiding the one-sidedness and drawbacks of each.
(Public Housing, section 8, government-backed mortgages)
(x) Destruction of all unhealthy and jerry-built dwellings in urban districts.
(xi) Equal inheritance rights for children born in and out of wedlock.
(We have a lot of those, don’t we?)
(xii) Concentration of all means of transportation in the hands of the nation.”
The Federal Aviation Administration, The National Traffic Safety Bureau, AmTrak, Federal air traffic controllers)
Karl Marx and Frederick Engles were both formational in communistic thought.
You can read (pdf) Engle by clicking here: Engles, The Principles of Communism
You can read (pdf) Marx by clicking here: The Communist Manifesto
Something to think about as you listen to the candidates and the pundits this presidential election year.
Who am I?
Who am I and why should you keep up with my blog? Good question. I am no one and maybe I have nothing noteworthy to say. But then again, I might.
You see, I’m a pastor….whoa wait! I know what you’re thinking. Dull. Boring. Sermons and homilies (for you catholics out there), polyester and ties from the ’70s.
Nope. Not this guy.
Yeah, I’m called to be a spokesman. God wants me to minister. But that doesn’t mean that I have to perpetuate religion. God is real and I want to point people to Him. Not some go-through-the-motion-so-I-can-feel-good-about-me religion. So it may just be that I will write something that could be, well, controversial. I will surely write something that is “non-orthodox”.
And you, you’re sick of religion. If you’re not, you should be. God isn’t about religion. He’s about life. Are you living? Would you like a new life?
My name is Cliff…Come join the FAITH REVOLUTION!









