I Care

It was a very hot summer Sunday night as I continued preaching a verse-by-verse series through Exodus. Toward the back of the room, laying on the floor coloring, was my little nephew Elias.

At one point in my sermon I asked rhetorically, “Does anyone even care?” I paused for effect and then a tiny voice answered, “I care Uncle Rich-durd.”

You never know who is listening or watching you.

Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him (Colossians 3:17).


Godly Fathering – Part 3

Fathers, do not provoke your children to wrath, but bring them up in the training and admonition of the Lord (Ephesians 6:4).

In the ancient world, fathers were kings of their households. Under Roman law, a father could sell his children as slaves, make them work in any way he chose, and even put his own child to death for disobedience.

Today, we may not go so far as they did in ancient Rome, but fathers can provoke their children to wrath by being harsh. Anger creates more anger, and a child who experiences the anger or unfair treatment of a parent will someday mimic that anger toward others.

Over the summer of 1981, I stayed with my father and his new family. My step sister was only 3 or 4 years old and had an unusual habit of holding her food in her cheeks while eating. She looked like a curly brown-haired squirrel. When Katrina would do this, my father would flick his fingers across her cheek. Her eyes would water, but she she knew that crying would bring further punishment.

One night at the dinner table, he snapped his fingers against her cheek. I protested and got the same treatment. My teenage eyes didn’t water, they cried as I spit the blood out of my mouth. I’ll never forget his harsh treatment toward Katrina.

Yes, children need discipline, but remember they are children. In the Bible, godly discipline is always meant to correct and restore, not destroy or punish. The Golden Rule applies to you as a father just as much as to anyone else. Just as you want men to do to you, you also do to them likewise (Luke 6:31).

A Father of the Fatherless

Richard and Moses at Family of God Celebration Center, Mutalia, Kenya

Sunday was no different than usual. Moses is always one of the first to run to me when I arrive in the church in Mutalia.

I always make a careful effort to preach in a way so that everyone present – including the children – can understand the gospel message. When I finished my sermon, I was immediately rushed by the children, many of whom I’ve watched grow up these past four years. These children love me and I dearly love them. Half of this congregation consists of young children.

After a few minutes of hugs and fist-bumps, Moses, pulled me down and whispered in my ear, May I speak to you in private? His eyes were serious.

We walked to a secluded spot outside and I knelt in the dirt so this 9-year old boy and I could talk eye-to-eye. Will you take me back to America to live with you? I’ve asked my Mother and she says it is okay. What message shall I return to her?

A few hours later I met Moses’ humble and quiet mother. She and her two children live in the only place they can afford, a small room not bigger than the typical American’s bathroom. There they cook, eat, wash, play, sleep, do school work, and carry on the lives of a family.

I know my wife wouldn’t have minded had I arrived at the airport in Portland with Moses and another thousand children like him, but it was impossible. I’m thankful however, that God has given Moses and his little sister a godly mother who loves them, and that He watches over them when I cannot.

A father of the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy habitation (Psalm 68:5).

Jesus Still Loves the Little Children

mr rogers

They brought infants to Jesus that He might touch them; but when His disciples saw it, they rebuked them. But Jesus called them to Himself and said, “Let the little children come to Me, and do not forbid them; for of such is the kingdom of God” (Luke 18:15-16).

A little boy sat on the floor with the tv on, waiting for his friend. The friend arrived, took off his sweater and shiny shoes and replaced them with another sweater and tennis shoes. “You are special” and “It’s you I like” he sang, the words simple, genuine, and true.

We fed the fish, received a speedy delivery, walked to the bakery, met kings and owls and took trolley rides, then sat for a little talk together. He knew the words to calm fears, drown silence, fill loneliness, and cover with grace and understanding.

After smiles, waves, and his friend leaving, the boy knew that tomorrow would be another “snappy new day.” Mr Rogers was a 25-minute friend reflecting the best American society had to offer.

Today I recall the boy of my childhood from the vantage point of time and realize how much the world has changed. Being a child is much more difficult. The world is more dangerous, life more complicated, reality harsher, society far brasher. The innocence and simplicity of my childhood has vanished.

One thing hasn’t changed: Jesus still welcomes and loves the little children.

A Father’s Photo

Where Living Begins, pastor, Richard L RiceIt was early and I struggled to get out of bed. I rolled over and smiled, looking at the pictures of Daniel as a small boy. He was, and is, my joy.

Among the pictures is one after Daniel gummed his first licorice stick; his face red and sticky. Another shows an overjoyed Daniel in the bath with a washcloth and a rubber duck on his head. Every photo is of a significant event, person, or place in his early life. There are none of him misbehaving or getting punished.

I wondered to myself, If God had a photo album of me, what kinds of pictures would He keep? What kinds of stories would He tell as angels and saints of old looked at the collection?

Just as earthly fathers take a special pride and joy in their children, our heavenly Father finds joy in us. He doesn’t memorialize our mistakes, but cherishes our growth and significant moments . . . moments that bring Him joy, and maybe even make Him smile.

Child of God, remember that your Father cherishes you, forgives your sins, and rejoices over all those He’s saved.

The Lord your God in your midst, the Mighty One, will save; He will rejoice over you with gladness, He will quiet you in His love, He will rejoice over you with singing  (Zephaniah 3:17).

Happy 18th Birthday, Daniel!

My Meaney Mom

Where Living Begins, pastor, Richard L Rice

My mother set rules for me and my siblings as we were growing up. Chew with your mouth closed. Close the door after you. Don’t leave the lights on when you leave the room. Don’t hit your sister.

I remember sneaking some powered hot Chinese mustard home from a restaurant. I liberally applied it to the tongues of the other kids in the house and was promptly sent to my bedroom to think about what I’d done.

Well, I’ll have you know that I thought about it long and hard! I thought about how angry I was and how unfair my mother was to me. Who did she think she was spoiling my fun?

Now that I’m a grown-up, I know that my mother was shaping my morality and showing her love. She didn’t have rules because she was a meaney, but because I could get out of line and harm either myself or others. She didn’t want to raise a spoiled brat bent on enjoying life at the expense of others.

God’s rules are always rather simple: Do not steal. Do not bear false witness. Do not murder. Do not take the Lord’s name in vain, and so forth. Not one of these is a burden meant to ruin our fun but to protect us and those around us. They are actually a revelation of God’s love for us as His children.

For this is the love of God, that we keep His commandments. And His commandments are not burdensome (1 John 5:3).

What Color is God?

I worked for several years with a single father raising his three children. One day Melvin came into the office where we worked, sat down at my desk and asked, “What color is God?”

Melvin’s young daughter was in a discussion with some classmates at school who insisted that God is a white man. When the girl got home from school, she told her father what the other kids had said and wanted to know the truth. Melvin and his children are black.

After thinking about the question for a few moments, I answered Melvin the best I could: God isn’t any color. The Bible says that God is love.

God is love (1 John 4:7).


Living the Puzzle

childs-puzzleLike most children, my son played with puzzles as a small child. You may remember the kind from your own childhood.  The pieces are colorful, large, and often cut from thick slabs of paperboard or even wood and fit snugly within the boundary of an 8 by 11 inch frame.

Daniel would sit on the floor and I’d hand him one piece at a time. He wasn’t a stupid baby, but I’d hand him the pieces one-at-a-time to keep him from being overwhelmed by so many choices.

Have you ever considered that this may be how God works with us?

Most often, God reveals only one step of our faith-walk at a time, like living a puzzle. People who trust God are satisfied with His method of direction. We even find a joy in each unexpected step because it allows a glimpse into the mystery of God’s ways.

Others want to know every step, stumble, and secret in advance. They long to be prepared, but knowing every scintilla of the future is not only overwhelming, it’s burdensome.

While the children of Israel wandered on their way out of Egypt, God led and protected them by a pillar of cloud during the day and a pillar of fire throughout the night. He also gave them an insatiable supply of manna for each day. All Israel had to do was daily follow Him.

No matter how we try, we can’t out-plan God. We must focus on obedience to the heavenly vision rather than our own daydreams. And instead of praying for more data, we should be praying, “Lord, whatever Your will is for today, let it be done in me.”

Give us this day our daily bread (Matthew 6:11).

Critical Thinking

the-mindYour mind is continually soaks up information, even when you’re not aware of it consciously. God has made us to learn by what we experience, hear, and see.

My wife crochets while watching a movie. She says she can pay attention to the words and images on the television screen while counting her stitches and looking at her hands move.

Many years ago I was preaching on a Sunday night and rhetorically asked, “Do anyone care?” I paused as a tiny voice from the back of the church said, “I do Uncle Richard.” Elias was only 3 or 4 years old and laying on the floor under the pew coloring pictures. He was the last person in the room anyone would expect to be listening and learning.

And who hasn’t seen children playing, who are fully aware of the secret conversation between parents in the other room? They hear every little detail … even the ones we don’t want them to hear. No one had to sit them down at a desk for them to repeat those words you shouldn’t have said.

God marvelously created your mind. Like a sponge, it subconsciously absorbs every message, even the subliminal one that bombards it. The mind is the greatest battlefield. Everything conveys a message; from the nighttime sky declaring God’s glory to the song on the radio planting a seed that sin is acceptable; from the product placement in a movie to the names daddy calls mommy. Everything is teaching you something – whether you are aware of it or not.

This fact demands that as a Christian, you must be a critical thinker, looking for every message, and comparing it to God’s Word.

Whatever things are true, whatever things are noble, whatever things are just, whatever things are pure, whatever things are lovely, whatever things are of good report, if there is any virtue and if there is anything praiseworthy – meditate on these things. The things which you learned and received and heard and saw in me, these do, and the God of peace will be with you (Philippians 4:8-9).

The Controversy

shepherds 1The angel said to the shepherds, “Do not be afraid, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which will be to all people” (Luke 2:10).

The rocky plains around Bethlehem were (and still are) used as grazing land for sheep. Located only a short distance from Jerusalem, Bethlehem was a popular place for raising sheep for the sacrificial slaughter at the Jewish temple.

Shepherding was not a prestigious job in the ancient world. The task was always pawned off on the youngest son (1 Sam 16:10-11) or daughters. Farmers and city dwellers detested shepherds (Gen 46:34), and by the time of the prophets, shepherds were considered fully both second-class and untrustworthy.

Shepherds suffered from cruel stereotypes, and shepherding was even outlawed in Israel except on desert plains. The Jewish Mishnah (commentary on the Law of Moses) refers to shepherds in belittling terms, describes them as “incompetent” and notes that if a shepherd was found hurt or injured, there was no legal or moral responsibility to help him. They were unable to hold public office, forbidden to testify in court, had no civil rights, and were considered worse sinners than tax-collectors and prostitutes.

Yet, strangely, it was to a group of shepherds that the Father chose to announce the Incarnation of His Son.

We are most impressed with the message of someone rich or famous, powerful or successful. They are paraded before crowds at churches and evangelistic events and given time on Christian tv. What fools we are!

When God had chosen His man to be king of Israel, Samuel’s prejudice came out. God had to remind him to be careful in his judgments, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart  (1 Samuel 16:7).  And who did God choose? A young shepherd named David who would later write, The Lord is my Shepherd  (Psalm 23:1).