Inyo Register: By the Creek
The Inyo Register is allowing us to submit an article every week. (Thank you, Inyo Register!) Articles are written by Pastor Kelly Larson and other members or friends of Bishop Creek Community Church.
Published in the Inyo Register on May 16th, 2015 Written by Sarah Bradfield
The first night I ever spent in Bishop, my family drove up to the outskirts of town near Sherwin Pass and basked in the quiet and the light of the stars. It is only on the darkest nights when the moon has not yet risen that those stars, and even the Milky Way, can reveal their displays of glory. In a similar vein, our testimony of Christ can be the most effective, far-reaching, and powerful when we allow our light to shine in the darkest courses of our lives. When Job, a blameless and upright man, had his life turned upside down, he responded, “The LORD gave and the LORD has taken away. Blessed be the name of the LORD.” His response shouldn’t be an anomaly; his example should be the norm of every Christian’s walk. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on May 9th, 2015 Written by Kelly Larson
January 6, 1971 began unlike any other day in my youthful life. It was very early in the morning, well before dawn. I was in bed dreaming when I was ushered into the day by screams of my mother. “Boys, boys! Get up!” Our house was engulfed in flames, due to an iron, or a dryer left on in the laundry room. My mother, who slept in an opposite end of the house had awakened to find the house swallowed in fire, and she attempted to make her way through the residence trying to awaken her four children who were held captive inside the flames, yet the intense heat restricted her from doing so. We were facing near-certain doom.
Unable to negotiate her way through burning house, and seeing the blazing structure burn from the position of the living room, she knew she needed to get outside, nearer the bedrooms. She did the thing only a desperate mother would do. Knowing time was of the essence, and dressed in nothing but a nightgown she put her head down and held out her arm and ran through a 5 by 8 foot plate glass sliding door. The ensuing collision granted her exit but not before gashing open her arm at the elbow. From that vantage point outside the burning bedrooms, barefoot and bleeding, her cries were able to reach her slumbering youths so we could awaken and run to safety. The encounter left a scar that she wears to this very day as a memorial of her love for her children, and of that very brave act. Love had left a mark.
That is the same kind of act that God performed for our benefit. He saw we were lost in a future of doom, and without Him, without His help, we would perish. Trapped behind a curtain of flame that would certainly ruin us, he sent His Son into the midst of the calamity to save us by dying on the Cross. He was successful, but in His case as well, His act of love had left a mark.
In John 20:25, 27-28, Jesus makes His way to His disciples after the resurrection, and He carries with him those scars. Thomas expresses doubts and said, “Unless I see in his hands the mark of the nails, and place my finger into the mark of the nails, and place my hand into his side, I will never believe.” Then He [Christ] said to Thomas, “Put your finger here, and see my hands; and put out your hand, and place it in my side. Do not disbelieve, but believe.” Thomas answered him, “My Lord and my God!” Christ revealed the marks of love, the marks of death, yet, the marks that exist for eternity as the memorial of love for the human race.
The passion of Jesus Christ was not leading Him to disgrace upon the cross, but rather to “glorification.” He was headed, in effect, to His coronation ceremony. That blessed event came with a very great price, the pain of God and the scarring of Christ. Christ is in heaven at the right hand of the Father, yet, He is still in a physical body, though it is indeed His glorified body. Those scars still exist as a reminder of the act of love performed on your behalf. They were a very costly price to pay. Don’t take it lightly.
Wake up! Get out of the fire! Run to Him!
As we celebrate Mother’s Day, let us remember that God has granted us these great stewards as protectorates of life to us, which were imparted as physical parental expressions of His love for us. Sometimes that responsibility comes at great cost, cost that leave marks upon these maternal warriors. Let it be known you appreciate her.
I love you deeply, Mom.
Thanks for the marks of love you bear for me.
Published in the Inyo Register on April 18th, 2015 Written by Sarah Bradfield
The screens beckon: “You’ve got mail,” Facebook notifications, tweets, text messages, and a missed call. Being a Millennial means that I seldom remember a time when instant information and communication were not at my fingertips. Our phones and computers call for us to share every thought and image to document the human experience. We like our music loud, our movies in surround sound, and our televisions for background noise. Our country is not a quiet one. So when God’s word speaks about living quietly, it stands in stark contrast to all we’re used to. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on April 4th, 2015 Written by Linda Wisdom
Something is happening on the northeast corner of Line and Main. The building that used to be Brock’s Sporting Goods is undergoing another change of ownership and something is missing. In the spirit of full disclosure, I have to admit that I wasn’t the first in my family to notice what had disappeared from the front window. The huge bear wearing the extra large fishing waders is no longer there. As new displays come and go, I wonder how long we will remember the bear that was in the front window for so long. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on March 28th, 2015 Written by Kelly Larson
On a recent plane trip the crew offered for sale snacks, digital entertainment units and drinks. I was a little surprised to learn that they no longer accepted cash for these transactions- debit or credit cards only. It got me thinking about currency and the economic systems that are in place around the world. If I were to go to the IRS and attempt to pay them in yen or pretty beads, they would tell me that form of currency is not acceptable for any tax debt which I had incurred. By the same token, if I were to go into the local Von’s and attempt to pay for my groceries by using rubles, lira or pesos, they would tell me the same thing, those would not be a suitable monetary measure. And if I were to make a trip to Mexico the cab driver would not be willing to accept euros, francs or pounds. Only acceptable currency would pay the debt, all other kinds of currency would be unacceptable. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on March 21st, 2015 Written by Sarah Bradfield
The Eastern Sierras are a magnet for many sports enthusiasts, including runners. It is home to the Badwater Ultramarathon which is known as the “world’s toughest race.” This race begins at the lowest point in the contiguous United States and ends at the trailhead of the highest point, Mount Whitney. Whether one is running the Badwater or their local 5K, proper form, consistent training, diet, breathing, cadence, and mental fortitude are all important factors in racing. Within running circles some are satisfied with running for the love of it and some race only to win. The reader may wonder when this talk about running will be over with, because running sounds horrid! Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on March 14th, 2015 Written by Kelly Larson
There is a most unusual product of God’s creation which naturally grows only in the regions of Sumatra. It is known as the Amorphophallus Titanium. It is a single “flower” that blooms only so seldom. The lower casing of the flower is green on the outside and a deep dark burgundy on the inside. The “stamen” on the inside resembles a large loaf of French bread. It can grow up to 20 feet in height. This oddity of nature is most peculiar in that the odor that it emits is reminiscent to that of decomposing mammal. Hence, it’s more commonly called the Corpse Flower. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on March 7th, 2015 Written by Linda Wisdom
It was inevitable—and for those of you not there yet, just wait. I remember going with my mom to an out-of-town dermatologist. Among other things, she was concerned about the bruises on her hands and arms. Her skin was becoming more fragile and she wanted to know what she could do. With a straight face, the doctor offered this advice: wear full body armor or make really wide turns around things. Unlike me, mom didn’t see the humor in his suggestions. Now I’m wondering if this special protective gear might be offered somewhere on-line. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on February 21st, 2015 Written by Sarah Bradfield
The Foucault pendulum greets visitors of Griffith Observatory in Los Angeles with its grandeur and precision. The massive bronze ball is suspended from a 40 foot long cable and is a visible representation of the earth’s rotation. The nature of the pendulum is consistently swinging back and forth, never resting at a fixed point. Our culture encourages pendulum living. A recent example of this is the contrast between December and January. First a month filled with indulgence in food, social activities, and materialism only to be followed by a restricting New Year’s resolution to cut back. And not only our culture, but such is human nature! Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on February 14th, 2015 Written by Kelly Larson
On the surface an anvil may not be all that impressive to look upon or technologically advanced, yet this fundamental forging tool is indispensable to the master craftsman in performing his work. This device is sturdy and intended to make that which is unyielding, yield. “The block is as massive as is practical, because the higher the inertia of the anvil, the more efficiently it causes the energy of the striking tool to be transferred to the work piece” (Wikipedia). Inertia means the resistance to changing directions; it is constant in its position. To that end the anvil must have integrity; it cannot be made of lead, plaster or wood. With various contours and contortions it is the foundation used to mold material into the shape desired. The end product is a fine work of art, glorifying the artisan. Read more »