So, I doubt if anyone noticed; but, I skipped out on meeting with my brothers and sisters of the Presbytery of Philadelphia so that I might keep a long-standing appointment with my Urologist.
His news was good news. "11 years cancer free", he said.
No signs of cancer.
"There is nothing for us to talk about," he said.
"See you next year."
"YES!", I said.
11 years ago I wrote these words for our church folks -- and it has since
been passed on and on -- I don't know where.
You might like to read
it. Please let me know if you pass it on.
"Cancer," he said.
"You have cancer."
Sobering words, for sure.
I knew he was talking about the cancer that kills more men each year, save one.
I knew that over 30,000 men will die from prostate cancer this year.
I also knew that an estimated two million American men are currently living with prostate cancer.
So, the doctor had my full attention.
Thus began three weeks of whirlwind research and consultations and tests.
Fortunately,
all doctors concurred that for my age, and my particular circumstance,
the cancer needed to be treated aggressively.
Our research
revealed that some surgeons were reporting great outcomes using
laproscopic techniques. However, only a few surgeons in the
Philadelphia were trained in these procedures and few were actually
doing the surgery on a regular basis.
As luck would have it, the
most experienced surgeon in laproscopic prostatectomies worked out of
Bryn Mawr -- alongside the urologist I have seeing for some 20 years!
Not
only had he done more laproscpic surgeries than any other area
urologist, but he had documented phenomenal success with positive
outcomes. And, he is the first -- and currently, only -- one to use the
very latest tool: a robot called DaVinci. And, Lankenau Hospital is
the only hospital in the Philadelphia area to have this futuristic
machine in use.
I knew from my research that confidence in the medical team was one of the most predictors of positive outcomes. I had that.
I
also knew that an even greater predictor of positive outcomes was my
involvement with the faith group that is Christ Presbyterian Church.
In
recent years I have been collecting scientific studies that confirm
what I have observed -- and long suspected -- members of faith groups
heal quicker, have less pain, and experience better surgical outcomes
than those that aren't.
In fact, research confirms that being a
member of a church is a better predictor of positive surgical outcomes
than the disease itself, the location of the disease, or, even family
history.
The prayers and expressions of concern by so many in the
church, in other churches throughout the Presbytery, and in other
contexts as well, worked with the skill and dedication of the surgeon
and the medical team to help secure the most positive of all outcomes.
Not
only has my recovery gone very well -- my hospitalization was only
about 24 hours and I have had very little pain or other side effects --
but, tests show that the cancer seems to have confined to the prostate
and they got it all!
By all accounts, I am now cancer free!
Sadly, over 30,000 men will die from prostate cancer this year.
This is the cancer that kills more men each year, save one.
It is estimated that some two million American men are currently living with prostate cancer.
And this is a cancer that can be beat with early detection and treatment.
It would behoove all men to get checked today.
Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Thursday, January 7, 2016
Christmas Oratorio: W.H. Auden
Christmas Oratorio
W.H. Auden
Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,
Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes --
Some have got broken -- and carrying them up to the attic.
The holly and the mistletoe must be taken down and burnt,
And the children got ready for school. There are enough
Left-overs to do, warmed-up, for the rest of the week --
Not that we have much appetite, having drunk such a lot,
Stayed up so late, attempted -- quite unsuccessfully --
To love all of our relatives, and in general
Grossly overestimated our powers. Once again
As in previous years we have seen the actual Vision and failed
To do more than entertain it as an agreeable
Possibility, once again we have sent Him away,
Begging though to remain His disobedient servant,
The promising child who cannot keep His word for long.
The Christmas Feast is already a fading memory,
And already the mind begins to be vaguely aware
Of an unpleasant whiff of apprehension at the thought
Of Lent and Good Friday which cannot, after all, now
Be very far off. But, for the time being, here we all are,
Back in the moderate Aristotelian city
Of darning and the Eight-Fifteen, where Euclid's geometry
And Newton's mechanics would account for our experience,
And the kitchen table exists because I scrub it.
It seems to have shrunk during the holidays. The streets
Are much narrower than we remembered; we had forgotten
The office was as depressing as this. To those who have seen
The Child, however dimly, however incredulously,
The Time Being is, in a sense, the most trying time of all.
For the innocent children who whispered so excitedly
Outside the locked door where they knew the presents to be
Grew up when it opened. Now, recollecting that moment
We can repress the joy, but the guilt remains conscious;
Remembering the stable where for once in our lives
Everything became a You and nothing was an It.
And craving the sensation but ignoring the cause,
We look round for something, no matter what, to inhibit
Our self-reflection, and the obvious thing for that purpose
Would be some great suffering. So, once we have met the Son,
We are tempted ever after to pray to the Father;
"Lead us into temptation and evil for our sake."
They will come, all right, don't worry; probably in a form
That we do not expect, and certainly with a force
More dreadful than we can imagine. In the meantime
There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair,
Irregular verbs to learn, the Time Being to redeem
From insignificance. The happy morning is over,
The night of agony still to come; the time is noon:
When the Spirit must practice his scales of rejoicing
Without even a hostile audience, and the Soul endure
A silence that is neither for nor against her faith
That God's Will will be done, That, in spite of her prayers,
God will cheat no one, not even the world of its triumph.
(Chorus)
He is the Way.
Follow Him through the Land of Unlikeness;
You will see rare beasts, and have unique adventures.
He is the Truth.
Seek Him in the Kingdom of Anxiety;
You will come to a great city that has expected your return for years.
He is the Life.
Love Him in the World of the Flesh;
And at your marriage all its occasions shall dance for joy.
-- W. H. Auden
W.H. Auden
Well, so that is that. Now we must dismantle the tree,
Putting the decorations back into their cardboard boxes --
Some have got broken -- and carrying them up to the attic.
The holly and the mistletoe must be taken down and burnt,
And the children got ready for school. There are enough
Left-overs to do, warmed-up, for the rest of the week --
Not that we have much appetite, having drunk such a lot,
Stayed up so late, attempted -- quite unsuccessfully --
To love all of our relatives, and in general
Grossly overestimated our powers. Once again
As in previous years we have seen the actual Vision and failed
To do more than entertain it as an agreeable
Possibility, once again we have sent Him away,
Begging though to remain His disobedient servant,
The promising child who cannot keep His word for long.
The Christmas Feast is already a fading memory,
And already the mind begins to be vaguely aware
Of an unpleasant whiff of apprehension at the thought
Of Lent and Good Friday which cannot, after all, now
Be very far off. But, for the time being, here we all are,
Back in the moderate Aristotelian city
Of darning and the Eight-Fifteen, where Euclid's geometry
And Newton's mechanics would account for our experience,
And the kitchen table exists because I scrub it.
It seems to have shrunk during the holidays. The streets
Are much narrower than we remembered; we had forgotten
The office was as depressing as this. To those who have seen
The Child, however dimly, however incredulously,
The Time Being is, in a sense, the most trying time of all.
For the innocent children who whispered so excitedly
Outside the locked door where they knew the presents to be
Grew up when it opened. Now, recollecting that moment
We can repress the joy, but the guilt remains conscious;
Remembering the stable where for once in our lives
Everything became a You and nothing was an It.
And craving the sensation but ignoring the cause,
We look round for something, no matter what, to inhibit
Our self-reflection, and the obvious thing for that purpose
Would be some great suffering. So, once we have met the Son,
We are tempted ever after to pray to the Father;
"Lead us into temptation and evil for our sake."
They will come, all right, don't worry; probably in a form
That we do not expect, and certainly with a force
More dreadful than we can imagine. In the meantime
There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair,
Irregular verbs to learn, the Time Being to redeem
From insignificance. The happy morning is over,
The night of agony still to come; the time is noon:
When the Spirit must practice his scales of rejoicing
Without even a hostile audience, and the Soul endure
A silence that is neither for nor against her faith
That God's Will will be done, That, in spite of her prayers,
God will cheat no one, not even the world of its triumph.
(Chorus)
He is the Way.
Follow Him through the Land of Unlikeness;
You will see rare beasts, and have unique adventures.
He is the Truth.
Seek Him in the Kingdom of Anxiety;
You will come to a great city that has expected your return for years.
He is the Life.
Love Him in the World of the Flesh;
And at your marriage all its occasions shall dance for joy.
-- W. H. Auden
Saturday, January 2, 2016
Why is this night, of all nights, important to us?
It’s a good thing we begin a new year every year about this time, don’t you think?
If properly approached, the beginning of a new year can be beneficial to our psyche,
beneficial to our health, and beneficial to our soul.
However, as the years go by, Father Time becomes more of a caricature, and we pay less and less attention to the intention of the season, don’t we?
Without the fol-de-rol of late night parties, New year’s Eve is of little importance to the on-going nature of our lives.
We have no ceremony for this time of year, when a youngster may ask, “Why is this night, of all nights, important to us?”
But, maybe we should.
For this could be a teaching moment for all of us.
As I have noted before, most of us carry around way too much baggage. We tend to tote pounds and pounds of grudges, animosity, resentment, and revenge, don’t we?
And, we know it’s unhealthy.
Doctors tell us.
Ministers tell us.
Researchers tell us.
Some friends tell us.
Our blood pressure is affected.
Our cholesterol is affected.
Our heart rate is affected.
Our mood is affected.
Our relationships are affected.
Our outlook is affected.
Our immune system is affected.
We become more prone to disease.
We become more prone to mental disorder.
We become more prone to grumpiness.
And, our life is not what it could be.
Our life is not what it should be.
Our life is not what it is promised to be.
Dr. Bernie Siegel reminds us that there seems to be an innate desire in all humans to be reborn, to start again,
to make resolutions and changes we can live up to.
He notes that he sees evidence of this deep seeded desire
“every day in my role as a physician:
People learn they have a limited time to live, and they start their New Year behavior.
They move, change jobs, spend more time with those they love, stop worrying about what everyone else thinks of them, and start to celebrate their life. They are grateful for the time they have to enjoy life and they stop whining about what they wish had happened during the past year.”
So, he notes: we don’t need to wait for that one certain day of the year.
Dr. Siegel suggests that everyday can be the beginning of a new year.
When every evening is New Year’s Eve and every day you awaken is New Year’s Day, you are living life as it was intended.
For me, this is the message of the new year.
As Paul reminds us in Colossians, it is time to put to death old attitudes and agendas.
Then, the new year has meaning.
Then, the new life we are promised is closer to being fulfilled.
In this way, we nurture our soul.
And, when our soul is tended, our health is better and our future is brighter.
Then, and only then, can we truly welcome the new year and the days ahead.
We know them to be the fulfillment of God’s time.
This is the day the Lord has made.
When every evening is New Year’s Eve and every day you awaken is New Year’s Day, you are living life as it was intended.
If properly approached, the beginning of a new year can be beneficial to our psyche,
beneficial to our health, and beneficial to our soul.
However, as the years go by, Father Time becomes more of a caricature, and we pay less and less attention to the intention of the season, don’t we?
Without the fol-de-rol of late night parties, New year’s Eve is of little importance to the on-going nature of our lives.
We have no ceremony for this time of year, when a youngster may ask, “Why is this night, of all nights, important to us?”
But, maybe we should.
For this could be a teaching moment for all of us.
As I have noted before, most of us carry around way too much baggage. We tend to tote pounds and pounds of grudges, animosity, resentment, and revenge, don’t we?
And, we know it’s unhealthy.
Doctors tell us.
Ministers tell us.
Researchers tell us.
Some friends tell us.
Our blood pressure is affected.
Our cholesterol is affected.
Our heart rate is affected.
Our mood is affected.
Our relationships are affected.
Our outlook is affected.
Our immune system is affected.
We become more prone to disease.
We become more prone to mental disorder.
We become more prone to grumpiness.
And, our life is not what it could be.
Our life is not what it should be.
Our life is not what it is promised to be.
Dr. Bernie Siegel reminds us that there seems to be an innate desire in all humans to be reborn, to start again,
to make resolutions and changes we can live up to.
He notes that he sees evidence of this deep seeded desire
“every day in my role as a physician:
People learn they have a limited time to live, and they start their New Year behavior.
They move, change jobs, spend more time with those they love, stop worrying about what everyone else thinks of them, and start to celebrate their life. They are grateful for the time they have to enjoy life and they stop whining about what they wish had happened during the past year.”
So, he notes: we don’t need to wait for that one certain day of the year.
Dr. Siegel suggests that everyday can be the beginning of a new year.
When every evening is New Year’s Eve and every day you awaken is New Year’s Day, you are living life as it was intended.
For me, this is the message of the new year.
As Paul reminds us in Colossians, it is time to put to death old attitudes and agendas.
Then, the new year has meaning.
Then, the new life we are promised is closer to being fulfilled.
In this way, we nurture our soul.
And, when our soul is tended, our health is better and our future is brighter.
Then, and only then, can we truly welcome the new year and the days ahead.
We know them to be the fulfillment of God’s time.
This is the day the Lord has made.
When every evening is New Year’s Eve and every day you awaken is New Year’s Day, you are living life as it was intended.
Sunday, November 10, 2013
A Church Closes, A Ministry Ends
As the doors slowly close on the end of era of Christian witness and ministry at this corner of the world in Drexel Hill, Pennsylvania USA,
another era ends as well.
On a personal level I have always considered it to be a privilege to serve this congregation through the years.
I remember quite vividly the conversation I had that day in November of 1989.
The Moderator of the Presbytery’s Committee on Ministry called to tell me of an “opportunity” she would like for me to consider.
For several years I had served churches in an “interim” basis when they were in between installed pastors. (At one point, I could calculate that I had preached from 43 different pulpits.)
“Our Christ Church in Drexel Hill is in a stress situation,” she said.
“They figure they have finances for six months.”
“Would you consider a contact with them for only 6 months?”
As we say, the rest is now history.
Neither I nor the church had any inkling that we would be in a relationship for 24 years!
24 years is a long time in the life a church – and in the life of a pastor.
In its 87 year history, Christ Church has had seven installed pastors:
The Reverend Doctor W.C. Davidson,
The Reverend Doctor Richard Graves,
The Reverend Doctor Ferdimore E. Vogan,
The Reverend Doctor George Munro,
The Reverend John Harvey,
The Reverend Kevin Yoho,
and me.
And, of them all, I have served this church the longest.
If anyone had attended all the services over those 24 years, they would have heard over 1150 sermons! Fortunately, no one has done so.
Over 1150 times the words “You are forgiven!” have rung from the rafters - (one of the most awesome opportunities I have had).
Over 15,000 prayers have been prayed.
And the Lord’s Supper was observed 144 times - to countless numbers of people in church and by their sides in homes or hospitals.
Some 55 people chose to become a member of our church.
Of course, there were over 120 funerals, as well.
And, probably, just as many weddings.
And infant baptisms - (just 5 or 6 years ago we had over 8 children here under the age of 4!)
At coffee hour one Sunday, one young father looked around at all the babies and declared, “Look here, we’re starting our own congregation!”
There are a lot of memories over 24 years.
Memories which affected me greatly and will continue to have impact the rest of my life.
Indeed, I consider myself most fortunate to have spent the past 24 years in ministry with this congregation;
and never more so than when Suzanne became so ill and required so much of my time seeing to her needs.
So, the church doors close after 87 years of ministry and witness to Christ here in Drexel Hill,
and so shall my active ministry come to an end after 43 years of trying to be faithful to Christ’s calling in many many different venues over the years.
Just as many of you in Christ Church are wondering “What’s next for me?”, I have no idea what’s next for me.
I certainly don’t feel that I am ready for the pasture just yet.
And, I’ll bet it won’t be too long before I hear those words again, “Clyde, I have an opportunity I would like for you to consider.”
Clyde
another era ends as well.
On a personal level I have always considered it to be a privilege to serve this congregation through the years.
I remember quite vividly the conversation I had that day in November of 1989.
The Moderator of the Presbytery’s Committee on Ministry called to tell me of an “opportunity” she would like for me to consider.
For several years I had served churches in an “interim” basis when they were in between installed pastors. (At one point, I could calculate that I had preached from 43 different pulpits.)
“Our Christ Church in Drexel Hill is in a stress situation,” she said.
“They figure they have finances for six months.”
“Would you consider a contact with them for only 6 months?”
As we say, the rest is now history.
Neither I nor the church had any inkling that we would be in a relationship for 24 years!
24 years is a long time in the life a church – and in the life of a pastor.
In its 87 year history, Christ Church has had seven installed pastors:
The Reverend Doctor W.C. Davidson,
The Reverend Doctor Richard Graves,
The Reverend Doctor Ferdimore E. Vogan,
The Reverend Doctor George Munro,
The Reverend John Harvey,
The Reverend Kevin Yoho,
and me.
And, of them all, I have served this church the longest.
If anyone had attended all the services over those 24 years, they would have heard over 1150 sermons! Fortunately, no one has done so.
Over 1150 times the words “You are forgiven!” have rung from the rafters - (one of the most awesome opportunities I have had).
Over 15,000 prayers have been prayed.
And the Lord’s Supper was observed 144 times - to countless numbers of people in church and by their sides in homes or hospitals.
Some 55 people chose to become a member of our church.
Of course, there were over 120 funerals, as well.
And, probably, just as many weddings.
And infant baptisms - (just 5 or 6 years ago we had over 8 children here under the age of 4!)
At coffee hour one Sunday, one young father looked around at all the babies and declared, “Look here, we’re starting our own congregation!”
There are a lot of memories over 24 years.
Memories which affected me greatly and will continue to have impact the rest of my life.
Indeed, I consider myself most fortunate to have spent the past 24 years in ministry with this congregation;
and never more so than when Suzanne became so ill and required so much of my time seeing to her needs.
So, the church doors close after 87 years of ministry and witness to Christ here in Drexel Hill,
and so shall my active ministry come to an end after 43 years of trying to be faithful to Christ’s calling in many many different venues over the years.
Just as many of you in Christ Church are wondering “What’s next for me?”, I have no idea what’s next for me.
I certainly don’t feel that I am ready for the pasture just yet.
And, I’ll bet it won’t be too long before I hear those words again, “Clyde, I have an opportunity I would like for you to consider.”
Clyde
Monday, August 12, 2013
It All Depends on the Target
So, it occurs to me that most Americans think the Stop, Question, and Frisk laws are OK as long as they are targeting Black and Hispanic people (ostensibly to find guns to confiscate); but, if they should start targeting white folks (to find guns to confiscate), the outcry would be overwhelming . . .
Friends, our country is still divided by race, make no mistake about it.
Friends, our country is still divided by race, make no mistake about it.
Monday, July 1, 2013
Summer Worship Hiatus
There will no Sunday worship service in the Presbyterian Chapel in Drexel Hill during the month of July.
Worship Services will continue August 4 at 10:00 am.
Worship Services will continue August 4 at 10:00 am.
Saturday, June 29, 2013
Ministry in Drexel Hill Comes to An End
The 87 year history of ministry and witness of Christ Presbyterian Church will come to an end by the end of this year.
A service of Thanksgiving and Celebration will be planned for November 24, Thanksgiving Sunday.
It is recognized that Christ Presbyterian Church was enabled after the ministry of the United Presbyterian Church of Oxford, Pennsylvania, concluded in 1927after some 173 years.
It is hoped that the conclusion of this ministry in Drexel Hill will enable other worshiping communities continuing the long history in the Philadelphi area.
A service of Thanksgiving and Celebration will be planned for November 24, Thanksgiving Sunday.
It is recognized that Christ Presbyterian Church was enabled after the ministry of the United Presbyterian Church of Oxford, Pennsylvania, concluded in 1927after some 173 years.
It is hoped that the conclusion of this ministry in Drexel Hill will enable other worshiping communities continuing the long history in the Philadelphi area.
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