Welcome to First Presbyterian Church of Independence Iowa!
As I type this the noise of construction can be heard outside my office window. We are replacing the concrete in our east parking area at FPC. It is much needed and will be a valued improvement. My thoughts are of a wonderful weekend. We had a dear friend and her sister visit us for a couple of nights. Friends and family are what makes life so special. There was time for golf, coffee on the porch, and I smoked some outstanding ribs and beans this weekend. That was all really good. But, wait, it gets better. We live in the best place on earth for doing July 4th. I volunteered and was down at the park for the evening of July 3. And we gathered with friends to enjoy the fireworks on the 4th. The people who organize the July 4th festivities hit another one out of the park. It was a great weekend!
The backup alarm and hammering of the drill out my window drag me back to reality. The wonderful times of our lives come and go. The hard times too. The former go too quickly. The latter too slowly. But this much we do know. Time doesn’t stop. It keeps on moving. Always forward. Like a stream to a river. Like a river to a sea. The moments become hours. The hours turn to days. Days become weeks. And soon the years start piling up.
The Byrds sing a song based on Ecclesiastes 3, “To everything (turn, turn, turn), there is a season (turn, turn, turn), and a time to every purpose, under heaven.” It’s a song and a Bible passage about time.
A time to be born, a time to die
A time to plant, a time to reap
A time to kill, a time to heal
A time to laugh, a time to weep
A time to build up, a time to break down
A time to dance, a time to mourn
A time to cast away stones, a time to gather stones together
I am certain that as I grow older time seems to move more quickly as I do. In July I will become a large number. And as is the case with most milestones in life, I become reflective. I think back on my life and how I have spent my time. The writer of Ecclesiastes tells us, “There is a time for everything.” If that is true, then the issue when it comes to time is what I choose to do with it. I did not choose my birth, but I do choose what I do with the time I have until I die. Will I plant? Will I kill? Not just people, but ideas, relationships, dreams, and hopes? Will I laugh? Will I build up? Will I dance? Life is what you make it. And all of us have choices as we move forward.
The noise of concrete being broken up is unmistakable. Something is being broken down. Something new is taking its place. That’s life. Always moving. Always forward. Taking us home. But along the way may we make the choices that give our lives meaning and purpose and which bring glory to God!
- Pastor John
Avri's youth group video from this past year... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dfjPEPIpeBY&feature=youtube_gdata_player&app=desktop