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 July 12th, 2015 Written by Kelly Larson
It seems that one of man’s great obsessions is to quantify the realm around him. How far is the nearest star? What is its mass, density, brightness? How many lumens does it produce? How fast does the star go? How many BTU’s does it produce? Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on July 4th, 2015 Written by Linda Wisdom
Before I had knee surgery I had a plan. I would walk for a period of time, then stand to give my knee a rest and finally, the discomfort would require that I sit for awhile. And it usually worked. After a break, I would repeat the cycle—walk, stand, sit. As long as it eased the pain, it worked for me. At least that’s what I thought. Actually, it wasn’t doing anything to relieve the problem; it just made me feel better. The author of Psalm 1 seems to be familiar with my pattern. In the first couple of verses he talks about “walking, standing, and sitting.” The context, however, has nothing to do with a painful joint. He’s talking about a bad heart, not a bum knee. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on June 27th, 2015 Written by Kelly Larson
So, here’s the deal…I have a huge tree in my back yard that has been around for several decades. It’s near 100 feet tall and it’s beautiful. But here’s the problem: the root system is so expansive that there are huge roots above the ground, roots that are well over a foot in diameter. These roots can be observed making their way toward the house and even under the back of the house. You see, these roots are seeking out water and in so doing are progressing to undermine the integrity of the foundation. Recently, when the flooring was up, I could see cracks marking their way 10, 20, 30 feet into my house. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on June 13th, 2015 Written by Kelly Larson
I love the beauty of wood. The providential symphony of rich textures. The divinely choreographed grains. The celestial concert of variegated colors. What a privilege for the woodworker to take a solid chunk of this great material and turn it into a work of art, to sculpt from the palette of the Creator! What a pleasure it is for me to gaze upon furniture or cabinets that are demonstrations of God’s incredible creativity in the measure of wood. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on June 6th, 2015 Written by Linda Wisdom
I bought a birthday card at Joseph’s the other day. I went in for potatoes and the card was an impulse buy. There it was halfway between the produce and the check-out and it was calling my name. I think it’s hilarious and I hope the person I’m saving it for shares my sense of humor. Read more »
Published in the Inyo Register on May 30th, 2015 Written by Kelly Larson
Much has been ballyhooed of late regarding what has been termed ‘The Bucket List,’ a hypothetical container housing all those accomplishments an individual would like to achieve prior to his or her death; a crude colloquialism referring to “Kicking the Bucket.” Although these could hold any variety of experiences, they generally are limited to a self-absorbed, self-indulgent nature. It may consist of earning a degree, climbing a particular mountain, running a marathon, parachute jumping, visiting a particular place, or simply passing some other seemingly previously-before-thought insurmountable barrier. Read more »
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 »