Sitting in a box blind at the edge of a field. It's dark. I load my rifle, a 30-30 Winchester which was a Christmas gift from my church. Smile. Pray. Check to make sure I have my sermon manuscript in my pocket - it's there. Still dark. Quiet. Sunrise. Life! Birds. Chip monks. Barking squirrels. A dozen noisy turkeys. I glass four does at two hundred yards. Waiting for a buck. More does - 15 deer grazing. No bucks. Waiting. Thermos. Coffee. Sermon. Rehearse silently. Whisper. Quoting Scripture. Memorizing. Underlining. Watching deer. No bucks - only does - all around. Waiting. Praying. Phone vibrates - text message from Darrell. Phone vibrates - phone call from Mike. Text message Kim. Watching. Only does. No bucks. Waiting. Memorize sermon. Repeating scripture over and over. Highlighting. No bucks. Only does. Eight hours later one doe bedded. 150 yards. Rifle. Rest. Aim. Breath. Exhale. Shoot. Kill. Death. Wait. Gather gear. Walk. Kneel. Pray. Thanksgiving. Field-dress. Drag. Drag. Drag. 3/4 mile drag. 2 1/2 hours later check-in station. 30 minutes later butcher. Steaks. Deer burger. Butterflied tenderloin. Jerky. Drive home. Rehearse sermon. Bed. Sleep. Dream of a big buck.
Rob Durst, our church's IT/AV man, told me that over 2,000 sermons have been downloaded from our podcast on itunes this year. When I heard that there 147 downloads last week I was so excited because the gospel of Jesus is being downloaded into 100s of computers - people I've never even met! It motivates me to know that we are planting the seed into the hearts of so many people. It stirs my heart and makes me want to pray and study and do my very best on my sermons for Jesus. Here is my prayer "God bless me and open my heart and mind and mouth so that I can proclaim your word faithfully. Use Jay and Jon and me to preach and teach others about Jesus. Make us fruitful and advance your kingdom through us. Use us. Amen!" I thank God for Rob Durst! He set up the podcast and takes care of all of our IT/AV needs and he does an excellent job!
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The podcasts on itunes is an excellent resource. I download about 40 sermons every week. I listen to sermons from Chuck Swindol, Charles Stanley, Andy Stanley, Adrian Rogers, Ravi Zacherias, Jack Hayford, Joyce Myer, Rob Bell, Rick Atchley, and James McDonald and others. I don't have time to listen to every single sermon but I listen to a lot of them - I average about three or four sermons a day and it feeds my soul. I burn the rest on CDs and keep them for future reference. I keep a steady intake of God's word and it helps my walk with Jesus. I used to spend 100s of dollars ordering tapes and CDs but this is free! Try it!
I am currently teaching three courses at Marshall University. This semester I am teaching counseling theories, counseling techniques and counseling with parents. Paul made tents - I teach school. It keeps me fresh and current. It keeps me in touch with people and the community outside the church. It's so rewarding! The faculty in the counseling department and the students are great. I believe I am doing exactly what God made me to do. I love to use my gifts of pastoring and leading for the church and I love teaching at Marshall. I thank God for the opportunities he's given me. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming.
I killed a doe last Saturday. She walked about 15 yards in front of my tree stand. I drew my bow and shot her. The arrow pierced her heart. She ran about 50 yards and dropped. I could see her laying on the ground from my stand. I waited 20 minutes, climbed down, and approached her. When I kill a deer I always kneel and say a prayer of thanksgiving. I thank God for the thrill of the hunt and the meat. Deer are graceful. Strong. Wild. Agile. Fast. Beautiful. After my prayer and thanksgiving ceremony I field dressed her. The meat is now in my freezer. I'm going to share the meat with Ralph Larue, one of my shepherds. Ralph had a heart attached two months ago. He had to change his diet to fish and chicken but he ask me for some deer meat because deer meat is so lean. So I'm going to give him some deer tenderloin, steak and hamburger. I love deer meat. Last year I killed four deer and ate deer meat throughout the year. I had just ran out of deer meat when I shot her. But now I have some to eat and some to share. Surprisingly, I haven't seen many deer this year. The drought, lack of mast, and the late rut has left me wondering where they are hiding. I hope God gives me more success as this season continues.
I am in Birmingham Alabama. I spoke at a state conference for the volunteers of the Alabama Hospital Association. My presentation titles were "Getting What You Want and Wanting What You Get" and "Serving Others is What Life is all About". During my presentation I play my guitar and sing some of the songs that I have writen. At their request I also played Sweet Home Alabama. It has been a wonderful trip but I'm looking forward to going home to see Kim and our girls.
My brother-in-law Bob Mays killed this monster buck last December. It scored 161. He was hunting on Bruce Johnson's property. For years I hunting on land that Bob owned or leased but now Bob and his dad are making trips to Ohio to hunt with me because I live in deer country. I was happy for Bob when he killed this 12 point. Bob and his dad have hunted all over the United States and in places like Canada, Alaska and Africa. They have trophy rooms with awesome mounts of bear, mountain lions, elk, and white tail. This deer, however, was taken on Bruce’s property in Lawrence County Ohio and it is the second largest whitetail in their collection. It’s a great picture of Bob with his trophy. Last Saturday I stood at the place where Bob took him and remembered the excitement of that day. We appreciate Bruce and Janet for allowing us to hunt on their land. The Johnson's are a great family.
Church Camp Dance
Up in the morning about 8 o’clock.
We eat a good breakfast so we never have to stop.
Then we all go to chapel and we have our God Time.
When we praise the Lord Jesus everything is always fine.
Then we go to class and we have our workshop.
We’re going to fight the good fight and we’re never going to stop.
Chorus
Cause everybody’s going to step into the ring.
Everybody’s going to shout and everybody’s going to sing.
You may be surprised so I’ll tell you in advance.
That everybody’s going to do the church camp dance.
We all love to play the sports and games.
But cabin-cleanup is just a necessary thing.
We eat a good lunch and we get our rest.
But swimming in the pool is what we all love the best.
Then we all go to crafts and to the canteen.
It feels so good that everybody’s going to “scream!”
Chorus
Free time is fun and so are special events.
Everybody plays and no one sits the bench.
When the camp bell rings we all stand in line.
Cause everybody’s hungry at supper time.
Then Dan leads the worship and he leads it so well.
That everybody stands up and gives a great big yell!
Chorus
It happens in the evening when the sun goes down.
We build a camp fire and make a great big sound.
Cause we worship the Lord with all our might.
We praise him every day and we praise him every night.
Then it’s back to the cabins, tomorrow we’ll do it again.
And everybody at church camp shouts “Amen!”
When I was young I got baptized to wash away my sins. But I did not have a clue that my old man could swim. I’ve struggled with him everyday since I was a child. But in my teens, about 15, my old man went wild.
I took a hit and had a sip and brother it was on. I drank it from a bottle and I smoked it from a bong. Three years passed, I turned 18, I said “I got to quit”. It’s way too much I’ve had enough my old man made me sick.
My old man needs to die. So I don’t act like Jekyll and Hyde. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man is not my dad. He’s the part of me that acts real bad. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.
Twelve years went by and I was dry, I tried to be good. I went to church, I read the book, and I did those things I should. But my old man was still alive, waiting for control. I took one drink of whiskey and the devil took my soul.
My friends were Jack Daniels and his brother Jimmy Beam. I loved Smirnoff Vodka and everything between. It was like a little puppy to play with every night. But he grew into a pit-bull and took my away life.
My old man loves to drink. And he never turns the other cheek. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man put me in jail. But my wife came and paid my bale. She said “Your old man and he’s got to die, he’s got to die. (But he didn’t).
I was sitting in a biker bar 2am one night. Three bikers came to kick me out and I stood up strong to fight. I knew that I could take those three, but there were 15 more. Who grab me by shirt and kick me out the door. (Then one day it happened).
I was driving down the road one day, higher than a kite. I blacked out like so many times but this time I ran a light. Three cars were totaled in that wreck and no one hurt but me. They put me back in jail and that’s were I got free.
My old man went to rehab. And I gave up everything that’s bad. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man went to AA. And worked the 12 Steps day by day. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.
Years have gone by and I’m still dry, I have not had a drink. But I still go to meetings, to change the way I think. I’m grateful for my family and my serenity. And most of all for Jesus Christ who died to set me free.
Now you may think since I don’t drink, that I am all cured. But my old man is patient and he knows just how to lure. I struggled with him every day, what a wretched man I am. Every time he rises up, I put him down again.
My old man knows how to sin. So I don’t want him back again. He’s my old man and he needs to die. My old man can’t be tamed. He’s always bad, he’ll change. He’s my old man and he needs to die, he needs to die.
No shirt, blue jeans, running bare feet. Honey suckle growing up and down the creek. Railroad tracks and a fishing hole I got a Rainbow Trout on the end of my pole.
Yes its been a while Still makes me smile When I think about … home Six Mile
White house, porch swing, chestnut trees Sunday morning church, Jesus set us free Jeanie and Susan, little brother, that’s me Childhood memories, good family
Front yard, green grass, all the cousins play Granny and Paw, “making-apple-butter-day” Don’t worry, don’t fret, it don’t make sense Just knock that whiffle ball over the fence
Yes its been a while Still makes me smile When I think about … home Six Mile
Cross cut saw in the blacksmith’s shop Floating down the river on an old car top Playing guitar at the Boone County Fair Family and friends, everybody’s there.
Full moon, crickets by old water fall Fireflies, hoot owl, listen as them call. Hound dogs barking, there’s a fox on the run Slipping through the woods with my old shot gun
Yes its been a while Still makes me smile When I think about … home Six Mile
Bridge Sometimes I wonder how the days have come and gone When I need break from life, I love to sing the six mile song … about …
No shirt, blue jeans, running bare feet. Honey suckle growing up and down the creek. Railroad tracks and a fishing hole I got a Rainbow Trout on the end of my pole.
Yes its been a while Still makes me smile When I think about … home Six Mile
Kim and I went out late last night and heard a couple of bands and went for a late night walk on the beach. The weather has been beautiful. Sunday morning we worship at Bob and Susan's church. Sunday night we walked to the beach and watch people drum and dance as the sun set. We've caught a few fish. We've walked and talked and ate and visited and laughed. Bob and Susan are living a dream in paradice. We are so happy they invited us. The rest of the family is coming to visit this summer.
I am looking at the Pacific Ocean as I write. The campus at Pepperdine University is stunningly beautiful!This is my fourth trip to the Pepperdine Lectures. I love it! My class title this year - “Contrasting Healthy and Unhealthy Churches: Nursing Your Church back to Health.” Everyone is encouraging. I have to pinch myself every now and then to make sure I’m not dreaming.
I am staying in the Drescher Apartments with three other ministers that I admire and look up to. I’m rooming with Rick Atchley, Buddy Bell and Chris Seidman. Tuesday night Rick, Chris and I went to Mexican restaurant in Malibu and ate together. After dinner we went to an ice cream shop. It was great being with Rick and Chris. I download their sermons every week and listen. They are excellent ministers of the gospel. They are also very kind and gracious. It is a privilege to spend time with them. And Buddy Bell, well, he’s as humble and down to earth as can be. A true disciple of Jesus. Friendly, personable and very kind. I look up to and admire all of these men who are far ahead of me. They are solid as rocks and they live a life of integrity. They make me want to be a better man. It is a great privilege to be in the same apartment with them.
I got to talk to Harold Shank after his sermon Wednesday night. Harold’s sermon was amazing, as usual. His plea for the church to take care of widows and orphans was convicting. I hadn’t seen Harold in years. He said, “Jeff Garrett, yes, you are at Norway Ave in Huntington.” I said “How did you know?” I was very surprised that he already knew I was preaching at Norway Ave. But he had heard my story and said that he was thankful that God had saved me. About that time Lynn Anderson put his hand on my shoulder and said to Harold and me “You fellows almost hooked up at one time.” He was referring to a time, ten years ago, when Harold invited me to be his assistant preacher. (My heart pounds as I write this). Harold said, “Yes that’s right.” Then he pointed to the man sitting standing near him and explained that he was the one who took the job. A weird feeling came over me. I thought “perhaps I should have taken advantage of the opportunity to work with Harold.” It seemed surreal standing with Harold and looking at the minister that took the job he invited me to take. I was thinking that could be me. Maybe if I would have taken that position as Harold’s assistant preacher I wouldn’t have fallen. Maybe that was my way out. You see, it was before my fall. It just seemed so weird standing there – maybe that was my way out and I didn’t take it. Maybe I was disobedient to God by not taking it. Anyway, things worked out and I am still ministering through my own brokenness. It’s all good now. God worked it all out but It was just so surreal that I wanted to write about it so that I don’t forget it and so I can learn from it. And besides, after all I’ve done and all of been through, I was surprised he eve remembered my name. It was encouraging to me.
Wednesday night all the teachers went to Andrew Benton’s house, the president of Pepperdine. The view from the presidents house is unbelievable. The moon was full and shining on the ocean – it is amazing. President Bush has stead in that house. The house was full of people. I sat on the couch with Lynn Anderson. Lynn is great – he’s my coach, my mentor.
When I get to heaven I am going to ask God why he has been so good to me.