Archive for April, 2016

A Time of Transition

In Sunday’s message, In the Meantime, I spoke about living in a time of transition and waiting. As most of you are aware, our Children and Student Ministries are experiencing a time of transition. I’d like to give you an update on that.

Last fall our Children’s Minister, Kathy Peters retired. We immediately began interviewing Children’s Minister Candidates. Then in December Chris Watson transitioned out of Student Ministry and moved. In light of our church’s continued and significant growth, we stepped back to consider how our staffing arrangement could best meet our future challenges and opportunities. Our research indicated we needed to restructure our staff.

I’m pleased to announce we are creating a new position – Next Gen Pastor – on the BPF Team. The Next Generation Pastor will be a leader of leaders and be responsible for children from birth through college. He will lead a combined team of Children & Student Ministers and volunteers. This month our three Children’s Directors have been promoted to Children’s Ministers. Erin Martin is our Preschool Minister. Cindy Trout is our Minister to Elementary Children and Melissa Genre is our Preteen Minister. Once we find the Next Gen Pastor, he will help us search for a new Student Minister.

This new structure reflects a strategy our two teams have been implementing for several years now – an intentional process to come alongside parents from birth to graduation and support them as they lead their children to take their next steps with God.

I am excited about this next step for our church. We have already interviewed several candidates and have others in the pipeline. I ask for your continued prayers as we search first for the Next Gen Pastor, and then a new Student Minister.

Live bold,

Greg

I Stand at the Door

Sunday’s 15th Birthday Celebration was so much fun and so very affirming of the vision God gave us to be a Church for the Unchurched. Most encouraging were the stories of life change I heard from many of you after the services. That’s why we’re here. God receives glory whenever people take their next step with Him.

As I have done in the past on big vision days like Sunday, I read my favorite poem – I Stand by the Door. It explains why we are so passionate about staying outward focused here at the Pointe.

If you missed Sunday, or just want to experience it again, you’ll see it reprinted for you below. Thanks for a great Sunday and for being such a wonderful church.

I love this church,

Greg

I Stand by the Door

An Apologia for My Life

Samuel Moor Shoemaker

I stand by the door.
I neither go too far in, nor stay too far out.
The door is the most important door in the world –
It is the door through which men walk when they find God.
There is no use my going way inside and staying there,
When so many are still outside and they, as much as I,
Crave to know where the door is.
And all that so many ever find
Is only the wall where the door ought to be.
They creep along the wall like blind men,
With outstretched, groping hands,
Feeling for a door, knowing there must be a door,
Yet they never find it.
So I stand by the door.

The most tremendous thing in the world
Is for men to find that door – the door to God.
The most important thing that any man can do
Is to take hold of one of those blind, groping hands
And put it on the latch – the latch that only clicks
And opens to the man’s own touch.

Men die outside the door, as starving beggars die
On cold nights in cruel cities in the dead of winter.
Die for want of what is within their grasp.
They live on the other side of it – live because they have not found it.

Nothing else matters compared to helping them find it,
And open it, and walk in, and find Him.
So I stand by the door.

Go in great saints; go all the way in –
Go way down into the cavernous cellars,
And way up into the spacious attics.
It is a vast, roomy house, this house where God is.
Go into the deepest of hidden casements,
Of withdrawal, of silence, of sainthood.
Some must inhabit those inner rooms
And know the depths and heights of God,
And call outside to the rest of us how wonderful it is.
Sometimes I take a deeper look in.
Sometimes venture in a little farther,
But my place seems closer to the opening.
So I stand by the door.

The people too far in do not see how near these are
To leaving – preoccupied with the wonder of it all.
Somebody must watch for those who have entered the door
But would like to run away. So for them too,
I stand by the door.

I admire the people who go way in.
But I wish they would not forget how it was
Before they got in. Then they would be able to help
The people who have not yet even found the door.
Or the people who want to run away again from God.
You can go in too deeply and stay in too long
And forget the people outside the door.
As for me, I shall take my old accustomed place,
Near enough to God to hear Him and know He is there,
But not so far from men as not to hear them,
And remember they are there too.

Where? Outside the door –
Thousands of them. Millions of them.
But – more important for me –
One of them, two of them, ten of them.
Whose hands I am intended to put on the latch.
So I shall stand by the door and wait
For those who seek it.

“I had rather be a door-keeper (in the house of God)”
So I stand by the door.