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push pause

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“WE COULD ALL do with a pause. Our world is saturated by unnecessary noise. On a recent trip around Britain I was constantly reminded of lines by Wendell Berry, “Best of any song is bird song in the quiet, but first you must have the quiet.” I searched in vain. Everywhere I went, pubs, restaurants, hotel lobbies, even a dentist’s waiting room, all were filled with either pounding music or the inane drivel of a TV chat show. And don’t get me started on mobile phones!
I climbed Mount Snowdon on a crisp and uniquely still winter’s day. When I reached the summit, alone, the view at 3,000 feet was spectacular. But the silence and a wonderful experience of wilderness were soon shattered by — you’ve guessed it — a septuagenarian, who didn’t even wait to get his breath back before whipping out his little phone to bawl his banal news in an endless stream of calls to friends, never once mentioning where he was or what he could see!”
– Ian Skelly, From Resurgence & Ecologist Issue 228 • Jan/Feb 2005

I read recently there are now 8.3 billion mobile phones in use around the world. Fun fact: there are approximately 8.3 billion people living on our planet right now. You get a cell phone! You get a cell phone! Everybody gets a cell phone! “We are becoming dangerously dependent upon useless information, and feed a growing habit for voyeurism with a mountain of contraptions” (Ian Skelly). Two billion television sets are in use globally. 6.5-12 billion computer screens are being looked at any given time around the world.

Does the world feel noisy to you? The psalmist mentions a “noisome pestilence” (Psalm 91:3, KJV) as one of the plagues that disrupt our need for peace and solace. Of course, the Hebrew word has nothing to do with loud sounds but I rather like the interesting choice of word from the good old King James.

It is still no less true that we are under assault with bothersome noise. The very next verse tells us that God covers us with his feathers and tucks us in his wings as a buffer against the raging of the world. I can’t help but think of noise canceling headphones!

I pray you find a way to “push pause” on the unwelcome ruckus that clamors for your attention. May God blessedly cover your ears and lay you gently down beside His tranquil streams.

update from my corner of exile

It’s been a minute since I’ve shared any personal updates so I best hop to it. A lot has happened since I last sat down with you, so let me start with the more recent and work my way backward.

Four days ago, on Saturday morning, I woke up to a literal puddle of blood and drainage from my hip. You might recall that I have mentioned a large collection of fluid I have carried inside me for over a year. Numerous attempts to aspirate it have proven unsuccessful — the goop or soup or whatever it is has been too thick and ‘gelatinous’ to extract even a small sample. Over a dozen attempts have been made by interventional radiologists, both outpatient and inpatient. Their conclusion? As long as it’s contained, and you are not feverish and sick, we will just take a wait-and-see approach.

So last Friday evening, I went to bed with dry sheets and nary a hole in my hip. Seven hours later, there was a hole in my hip with gouts of blood and drainage pouring out. Nonstop. For several hours. Welcome to Scott Mitchell’s world.

It is now Wednesday morning, and in a few hours I am going to see, at my doctor’s behest, a surgeon who will determine next steps, and whether or not it is time for a more invasive exploration rather than just jabbing at the area with needles.

The same surgeon and I have had some recent experience together. Less than three weeks ago, he poked four holes in my stomach with spidery robot arms in order to remove my gallbladder. Gallbladders have been a thing in my family; both my mom and dad had theirs removed, as well as my grandmother. Four hours later, I was upright and heading home.

We’ve been in Florida since Spring 2022 and for almost 4 years my health had been uncharacteristically good. 2026 is another story. Even so, I feel doubly and triply blessed! The healthcare I have received in Florida through every MRI, CT scan, ultrasound, IR procedure and hospitalization has been amazing. No complaints from this old guy.

ministry update

Sandy and I have become even more invested in our home church. I continue to be a table facilitator for our Thursday night men’s Bible study. I was on the teaching rotation, but stepped away from that for a season because the Lord opened the door for me to be on the teaching team for the youth ministry on Wednesday nights.

Sandy spoke to a large gathering of women from our church in August. Many women who were there have told me — and continue to tell me — what a blessing she was. Sandy also made a sizable impact on quite a few teenage girls who joined their mothers for the event. I’m tickled pink by how God continues to use her in a variety of ways.

One-to-one discipleship continues to be the main thing I do. If you had told me twenty years ago that I would enjoy sitting across the table from a guy, drinking coffee and discussing spiritual formation would be more exciting than preaching, I would have said you were nuts. It’s true, though. Personal discipleship is my profound joy and I can see myself doing it — with gusto — the rest of my life.

Our pastor recently nominated me to be part of the elder team and the process is pretty much complete. I will join another candidate for the laying on of hands ceremony in one of our upcoming Sunday services. Very little will change about my ministry responsibilities. As one of our staff pastors told me, “We’re just ratifying you in the same ministry you’ve been doing here all along.”

Before signing off, I’d like to briefly revisit the initial thought of this post. May I again encourage us to seek the quiet and solitude of Christ for the sake of our souls? Life can be such a heavy, noisome thing for all of us. I think this beautiful prayer by St. John of the Cross is just the way to push pause, orient our hearts heavenward, and re-order our spiritual affections:

O blessed Jesus,
Grant me stillness of soul in Thee.
Let Thy mighty calmness reign in me;
Reign in me, O Thou King of gentleness, King of peace.
Give me control, great power of self-control,
Control over my words, thoughts, and actions.
From all irritability, lack of meekness, lack of gentleness,
O dear Lord, deliver me.
By Thine own deep patience, give me patience,
Stillness of soul in Thee.
Make me in this and all things more and more like Thee.

Selah, beloved.

elon

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No, not that Elon. Today’s meditation is about an Elon of the tribe of Zebulon, who was listed as one of Israel’s judges. All we know about him is that he judged for ten years and where he was buried.

Elon, who was from Zebulun, judged Israel after Ibzan. He judged Israel ten years. And when he died, he was buried in Aijalon in the land of Zebulun.
Judges 12:11-12

Two verses. That’s it.

No dramatic battles. No miraculous exploits. No lengthy narrative. We may surmise that, being buried in a Levite town, Elon was also a priest. Other than that, his life didn’t move any needles that we can see. Nothing heroic is mentioned and yet Elon served a vital role in the history of Israel. And because there is no mention of scandal, we can assume he did his job with integrity.

The church is filled with these kind of leaders. They are everywhere. We don’t really know much about them because their testimonies don’t show up in books, nor are their names dropped in conversations. They never see the big stage, don’t pastor big churches, and their sermons never go viral. They are, for all intents and purposes, unknown in their respective fields.

But not to God. He knows their names, and what they do, and how hard they struggle.

My February read is Pastor, Jesus Is Enough by Jeremy Writebol. The author takes the reader through the seven letters of Revelation, reminding us that they are, first and foremost, addressed to the pastors of those churches. Most of the letters do not flatter the pastors or their congregations.

Sandwiched between the dead church (Sardis) and the lukewarm church (Laodicea) was the only church whose pastor received Jesus’s glowing commendation.¹ He served the church in Philadelphia admirably, even bravely, standing strong in the face of overwhelming opposition.²

Jesus told him, I know you only have a little bit of power in the place where you are ministering. It feels like you’re all alone. You feel inadequate and useless. I assure you, you are not. I picked you. I put you where you are because I want to do God-things through you.

“Jesus doesn’t love the pastor of the big church more than the one who has a smaller, less-well-known ministry. He doesn’t delight more in the international traveler and evangelist who speaks to millions than he does the guy who speaks to the same fifty people every Sunday. His affections aren’t attuned more to the brightest young stars in evangelicalism than they are to the unknown and forgotten pastors who labor faithfully in insignificant places.”
—Jeremy Writebol, Pastor, Jesus Is Enough

Hey you. Yes, you. This post is for you even if you’re not a pastor. God sees you. He sees you in that lonely place where you are faithfully serving the King in spite of your weakness, opposition from others, anonymity, thanklessness, and lack of reward. Nobody else may see what you’re doing and what you’re up against, but your Heavenly Father does.

Most of us will live “Elon lives.” We won’t make headlines. We won’t move any needles. Our follower count will look tame by any metric. But we matter by God’s. So we’ll keep calm and carry on. We’ll simply show up — day after day, year after year — faithfully doing the work God has placed before us. We’ll raise children, serve our neighbors, love our families, and quietly point others to God. And that matters.

God doesn’t measure significance the way the world does. He doesn’t need your life to be spectacular to call it meaningful. He’s calling us to be faithful.

Elon judged Israel for ten years. That was enough. Your quiet faithfulness is enough too.

Prayer: Lord, help me to be faithful even when no one notices. Remind me that significance in Your kingdom isn’t measured by applause but by obedience. Give me the grace to serve You well in the ordinary, everyday moments of my life. Amen.

Selah, beloved.

Revelation 3:8 ↩︎
Revelation 3:9 ↩︎

the quiet protest of praying before a meal

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Everything God made is good, and is meant to be gratefully used, not despised. The holiness or otherwise of a certain food, for instance, depends not on its nature but on whether it is eaten thankfully or not, It is consecrated by the man who has accepted the message, and thanks God for food.

1 Timothy 4:3-5, JBP

I’d like to share something with you in this post that you may not have thought of before. At least not thought of in quite this way. But first, some background:

A young ‘Timothy’ and I are going through Paul’s first letter to Timothy together. He has recently come into my life and has been such an unexpected blessing. We’re learning about a very complicated church in first century Ephesus, seeing it as more of a battleground for Timothy rather than the promising church Paul birthed. In short, Ephesus Church was a hot mess.

Timothy wanted out. He felt the job well above his pay grade, but Paul told him to stay put, wage war (with faith and a good conscience), get prayer back into the assembly as the first order of business, remove unqualified teachers, and ordain qualified leaders.

Of course, Paul warns the GenX pastor, these strategies aren’t a guarantee that some – possibly even many – won’t still break his heart by abandoning the faith and make shipwreck of their lives. But, Paul exhorted Timothy, make it harder for them to defect by giving them life-saving truth!

Paul gave Timothy five tools for changing the culture at Ephesus Church. He instructed him to be an “example” in these specific areas: speech, conduct, love, faith, and purity. Just as David had five smooth stones at the ready to take down Goliath, Timothy had five straight arrows in his arsenal.

Words matter.
Conduct matters.
How we treat people matters.
What we believe matters.
Character matters.

“Example” is tupos, the Greek word for ‘mark, impression.’ Thomas used it when demanding evidence that Jesus was truly raised from the dead. “I’ll believe it when I see the marks of the nails!”

Leave your mark, Timothy. So live that they will know a man of God is in their midst!

There are two other surefire weapons Paul hands Timothy in chapter 4. One of them was to “make scripture great again” by reading it aloud in the public services. Stop letting false teachers share their devilish doctrines and twisted hermeneutics in the congregation. Put the kebosh on all that trifling nonsense. Make it policy that only God’s word will be preached and taught in the pulpit.

The other weapon might surprise you. It did me. In the context of zealous nitwits who had infiltrated Ephesus declaring certain things morally wrong — including food — Paul told Timothy that,

…everything created by God is good, and nothing is to be rejected if it is received with thanksgiving, for it is made holy by the word of God and prayer.
1 Timothy 4:4-5

“And prayer.” That’s what caught my eye.

Since the dawn of human history, food has sparked both lively conversation and controversy. Right there on the first page or two of the Bible, a crisis happened where food was involved. God created a garden world for Adam and Eve where he served up vegetables and fruits of every variety. He told them to feel free to eat anything their little hearts desired — and enjoy it — except for…

/Enter the dragon./

Food, fun, and fellowship nazis had apparently entered Ephesus Church and overturned God’s “saw that it was good” edict and put their own devilish spin on it.

Paul told Timothy to ixnay that, say grace over God’s good bounty, and sanctify it. It’s not only good, it’s very good. Eat up!

Norman Rockwell, the true-to-life artist whose paintings have been a mainstay of American lore and inspiration, painted Saying Grace (seen above) in 1951. Rockwell was inspired by a Saturday Evening Post reader who shared a story about seeing a Mennonite family praying before their meal in a busy restaurant. Rockwell was intrigued. He set to work creating a touching tribute to that iconic moment. Post readers voted Saying Grace as their favorite magazine cover in 1955.

Saturday Evening Post editors presented it this way:

The world is not too happy a place these days. There are wars and threats of wars. Anxiety and frustration are abroad, and in many quarters we see the bankruptcy of morals. So, suddenly comes the day to give thanks for the goodness of life. And perhaps this can be done most understandingly by someone like this little old lady who, wherever she may be, bows her head to say grace, speaking not analytically from the mind but spontaneously from the heart.

Sandy and I have long made it our practice to join hands and pray over our meals, whether at home or in public. Most of the time we don’t think anything about it, but there are other times we are palpably aware of people nearby; it can feel awkward.

This is why we pray before our meals. To consecrate it, to recognize it as God’s good provision from creation for us to enjoy. To believe that it sustains us and gives us life.

The devil hates Genesis 1-2. He hates God and good and living shamelessly and obedience and fellowship and harmony and beauty. He hates the imago dei and likeness and dominion and fruitfulness. He hates ex nihilo. He hates that he was created by One infinitely more powerful and wise than him.

He hates mankind and womankind.

“I’m better than either of them. I’ll prove it. I’ll have them eating out of my hands!”

The simple act of praying before a meal, then, is our protest against the devil’s narcissism and our profession that we only eat from God’s hand.

So the next time you are sitting at a table, whether at home or in a public place, and food is before you, remember that scene in the garden. Make the devil mad by bowing your head, saying grace, and thanking our Heavenly Father for giving us a world where food is on the menu.

Selah, beloved.