Meet The Deacons: Dane

This week, we get to hear from Dane, to hear a little bit about his heart for the church.

How long have you been part of Redeemer, and how long have you been serving as a deacon?

My wife and I have been a part of Redeemer Church for almost ten years; we came to Redeemer just a few months after Redeemer first started doing public services. About eight years ago I felt intrigued about what a deacon is within the local church. I began to research the qualifications of a deacon within 1 Timothy 3 and realized that Redeemer would greatly benefit having deacons within the church, caring for the church's needs. So I reached out to the elders of Redeemer, entered a process and became a deacon I believe seven years ago. 

What was your understanding of the office before you starting serving in the capacity you are? Has that changed over time? If so, how?

I thought that deacons specifically only did mercy ministry work within the church, as you can see happen within Acts 6. Now there is some debate if these seven qualified men were deacons or not within Acts 6. I am not going to try and convince why I believe these men were the first deacons of the 1st-century church, but I saw an excellent example of particular people set aside to care for the practical needs of a local church body. I don't think my view has necessarily changed; I have always seen deacons having the duty to care for the practical needs of the church but what has changed is I think that serving practical needs includes much more than just mercy ministry. There are so many needs that arise within a local church, and the deacons have the privilege and joy to serve those needs to care for the community. 

What do you like about being a deacon? Is there anything you find particularly rewarding or challenging?

I love getting to meet a lot of the different people that are a part of Redeemer Church. It is amazing, from a deacon's perspective to see all the different, unique people that God gathers around the gospel. It amazes me to see all walks of life gather together and become family members all because of what God has done, and He continues to do through the gospel. 

Weight Of Our Words

Redeemer Church Women’s Conference

Weight of our Words

Words, words, words. They’re everywhere. We speak them, read them and hear them. Join us as we take a look at James 3 and see what God’s Word says about our words.

It will start Friday evening at 5:30 with dinner and end Saturday around 3 pm. Dinner on Friday, breakfast, light snack and lunch on Saturday is all included. This is open to all women (middle school & up) so invite your friends! 

Conference Date: Friday, Nov 11-Saturday Nov 12

Registration:  Sept 25 – Oct 16: $35 | Oct 17 – Nov 6: $45   Students $20

Register here 

Speakers: Theresa Adams, Vanessa Culy, Celeste Fiorillo

Scholarships are available. 

For more info: vanessa@redeemernw.org

Be thankful.

This week’s post is by Becca Wellan. A volunteer at Redeemer and full-time nanny (aka: superhero).



Be thankful.

I have a pretty good guess at what you’re thinking: It’s not Thanksgiving yet.

I am notorious (in my own head, anyway) for associating certain emotions and concepts with specific holidays. I can’t be the only one. The word Immanuel means “God with us.” The word Immanuel also makes me want to hang up Christmas lights. And I can make a good guess at what song is playing in your head right now (does this mean I’m psychic?).

I do this with the word “thankful.” Maybe you do too. I think of cozy sweaters, the smell of cinnamon, the laughter of friends and family as we eat ridiculous amounts of food, and the pumpkin cheesecake I make us each year that never turns out right. Ever.

Last night, I went for a walk with my dear friend and roommate, Kyla. Actually, she was longboarding and I was panting like a lost puppy trying to keep up with her.

“Hey Becca,” she called out, roughly two miles ahead of me. “Let’s do the thankfulness ABC’s.”

… but it’s not Thanksgiving, goofus.

I just laughed and went along with it. We were thankful for everything, from “Apples” to “Zaaa! For pizzaaaa.” Our conversation was a fun, silly exercise but it got us talking. How would our hearts change if we started to actively cultivate a daily awareness of the wonder and blessing from God in our lives?

When we aren’t thankful, our hearts may grow cold and we may not see just how truly, deeply, unbelievably blessed we are. A thankful heart opens your eyes to blessings in your life that, let’s be real, may go unnoticed as real-life tears at your skin and threatens to steal your joy.  
 

This year, I’ve cried my fair share of ocean tears. I’ve learned that on Christ the solid rock I stand, sit, lay down and cry. So have you, in one way or another. 2016 has been an incredibly trying year for many in my Redeemer family. We’ve been heartbroken, individually and collectively.

In the midst of deep hurt and sorrow, God pours out His love in abundance. What if we started to notice it and talk about it? The bible encourages a thankfulness that runs deeper than circumstance, rooted in the goodness of Jesus and everything that He has already done for us.


...giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in light. He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins. // Colossians 1:12-14


We can praise God, always, because He already rescued us from the domain of darkness. Even when we feel darkness surround us, it’s not our home anymore. Darkness isn’t our identity. We are redeemed, forgiven, and qualified to party in heaven one day, where He promises to remove all sorrow, pain, and death forever (Revelation 21:4). Until then, we have a God who promises to never leave us, no matter what battles we may face (Deuteronomy 31:6).


So what are you thankful for?

I am thankful for:

  • A brand new awareness of my weakness and sin that has driven me deeper into the arms of Christ.
  • A God who calls me His cherished, forgiven, deeply loved daughter, in spite of me.
  • My friends who have extended their forgiveness, even though it was undeserved. Who sat with me and let me be broken. Who reminded me of the gospel when I couldn’t remind myself. Who gave me their wisdom, and food (I love food).
  • My beloved church family at Redeemer. Even all the nerds in my Gospel Community. I love you all.

The list could run for miles. 

Let’s be a community who together recognize and talk about the power of Christ at work in the mundane, the suffering, and the joy that life brings.

So, what are you thankful for?


It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to your name O Most High, to declare your steadfast love in the morning, and your faithfulness by night. // Psalm 92:1.
 
Being Still.

This week's blog was written by Theresa Adams, a wife and mother who loves to tap dance. 

The other night my little family of four trooped down to the beach in search of a sunset. And sunset we got. God did not disappoint. His handiwork was all over the sky and the water reflecting below. As we sat, okay my husband and I sat while our boys bouldered and climbed, gazing on His Glory there was a Heron not far away. It was so still it almost looked as though it had been placed there by a sculptor for our viewing pleasure. The sun was behind it just so that it was a still silhouette unmoving yet full of grace. As the sun continued to dip and the horizon played with yellows and pinks, still the Heron stood. It paid no attention to the voices calling out in loud delight (our kids) nor to the never ending bark of the delighted dog in the surf (not ours). It simply just was. Whether it was asleep, getting ready to eat, or also admiring the view, I'll never know. But, what I do know is that I could learn a thing of two from the Heron. I could learn how to "just be" amidst the countless distractions and chaos of the world around me. I could find out how to still be full of grace even as the circumstances around me shift and swirl.


 A verse that is often read on well-meaning magnets and wall hangings is Psalms 46:10 "Be still and know that I am God."  Synonyms of the word, still include motionless, stationary, immobile. "Rooted to the spot, as if turned to stone." That would lead us to believe that "being still" is a passive state requiring very little of us. I am pretty sure that those of us who've gone through any season requiring us to be still know that the act of being still is a very involved and engaging place to be. To intentionally choose to "just be" in the season you are in. To not look ahead to what is next and to not be fill up the present. There is nothing passive about guarding your time or safekeeping the now. Maybe it's just me, but I find being still a difficult place to be. In this fast-paced-busy-is-best-time we find ourselves living in it almost goes against our nature. It certainly goes against our culture.

This particular season of being still that I find myself in is new to me. Both of my boys, whom I've stayed home with since they were born, are now in school full-time. It's something I've long anticipated, but now that it's upon me I'm not quite sure how to navigate it. I am continually met with questions and comments such as "What are you going to do with all of your spare time? Are you going to be getting a job? Wow, that must be so nice!"  Yes, it is nice, okay some days is downright lovely,  but the thing is I don't have an answer to those other questions. And that is by design. But at times, when peppered by inquiring minds, I can forget the intentionality behind not knowing. And at times whether it's my insecurity or the fear of being looked down on for not having a plan or because I'm not able to satisfy other people's curiosity I can forget that my security isn't in what I do or don't do. I can get amnesia about where my identity lies. It's then when I'm misplacing my identity, which I start to justify my choices, or I elaborate on what I do with my time. Anyone?

The thing that I have to preach to myself time and time again is that my identity is rooted in what God has said who I am in Christ. It doesn't matter what anyone else says. Even well-meaning friends or dearly loved family doesn't get to decide who I am.  When you are in a season of being still whether you are there due to a self-induced prescription while learning the art of saying "no" or whether you are there because that is where God has placed you, and you don't know for what reason or for how long, it's almost as if you have to get used to the silence. 

You need time to grow accustomed to the pace or rather a lack of. To slow your thinking from constantly looking ahead and re-learn how to look at the now with fondness and thanksgiving. To remember that who you are has worth. No matter what you do. No matter how much you make. Regardless of where you live or what you study or how you score. No matter how full or free, your calendar is. Our identity and our security are not tethered to what we do or don't do.

 If I could imagine what that Heron had running through his or her mind as it stood there on the beach, I suppose it wasn't much. I don't suppose it was preoccupied with its identity as a Heron being linked to his movement.  I don't think it cared whether others thought it was insignificant because it wasn't busy being busy and I don't believe it was thinking ahead to the next season of life and how it couldn't wait to be done standing on that rock. I am fairly certain it wasn't even making a plan for how to get off of that rock. It simply just was where it was. Easier said than done, but let's not rush past it or dismiss it. 

Let's try, rather, to embrace the in-between. Look to being still as a gift of rest or quiet or refreshment. No matter why you end up there or no matter how long you find yourself there I hope that you, and me, can find enjoyment in simply being still.

Ebenezer

Blog post by Ashley Bowie - natural habitat; cozy chairs near sources of coffee.

 

There might be better places for an epiphany than standing on the precipice of a known avalanche sight, but I didn’t plan ahead. I have a history of this. Once I was staring down at a deep blue gym mat attempting the splits at an age that is unamusing to talk about when I had a similar “wrong moment for this” epiphany. I’m always exhausted, worn thin and not entirely ready to think when those moments find me.

This time I had agreed to a sunset hike. I had not gotten much sleep the night before, put in an early, full shift at work and then set out for the wilderness with a handful of fun and interesting people. By the time we reached the trailhead it was early evening, drizzling and cloudy all around. You should know that the whole point of a sunset hike is to get somewhere with an amazing view of the sun. This was a huge gamble; there was no way to know for certain if the clouds would clear in time to see any hint of a sunset. But we pressed on.

The mountain was stunning. A few sturdy summer wildflowers were left over and the first kiss of fall had painted a few of the leaves for us. At a certain point talking becomes unreasonable, and you are left to your thoughts. The rain kicked up from drizzle to pour and a brisk wind whipped around the exposed part of the mountain trail we were following. But we pressed on.

At a certain point in the trail you can look below you and see the tarns, small glacial lakes set in the nearby valleys. It is a delight to behold. We didn’t stop for long though, because we were all soaked through and if you stop, you turn to ice. So we pressed on.

The trail was now muddy, covered in loose stone and steep, avalanche steep. But we pressed on.

At the view point for the tarns there is a deep temptation to stop. Stop right here, get warm, get fed, and get home. You look in front of you and can feel the struggle it will take to actually arrive at your destination. You might think to yourself; “This is more than most people would do, I could see the sunset from here, it can’t possibly be any better at the top.” I considered it for half a moment, then there it was. Off to the side of the trail, a small stack of rocks that someone had set up, one balanced on top of another.

Ebenezer; the Lord has brought us this far.

The word filled my mind as I took another step. I was standing then, on a thin slice of trail where the ground falls away just inches from my left shoe. I could see the landslides at the bottom. Not quite as steep to my right but enough to light a nerve on fire at my toe and send fear all the way through me. I pressed on.

I need to tell you about the “OK plateau.” The OK plateau is something I learned about a few years ago, just before I was faced with that blue gym mat and a shouting kung fu teacher insisting I become more flexible. The OK plateau is where you are comfortable, maybe you worked hard to get where you are, maybe you’re happy and content, maybe you don’t want a full split in your cache of talents, and maybe you can just watch the sunset from here.

But maybe it’s worse than that. Maybe it’s fear holding you back, maybe you have sinned or have been sinned against and you can’t figure out how to make yourself take the next step. The OK plateau is fine because you aren’t exposed, your sin is comfortable, your fear is familiar, and your anger makes you feel like you are actually accomplishing something.

That is where the Israelites were. They had sinned, they had stayed on the OK plateau and set up camp. They had wandered away from God and were being sinned against. They were pressed on all sides by Philistines and by fear. Samuel made a sacrifice for the people of Israel, then set up a stone and called it Ebenezer, “Thus far the Lord has helped us,” He said.

In spite of the sin of Israel, the Lord helped. Though they had become comfortable in their ways, the Lord helped. Though they were being pursued in war, the Lord helped. Though they were overcome by fear, the Lord helped.

I pressed on. I took one icy step after the other and summited the mountain. The clouds came with us, we couldn’t see. We got out dry clothes, we got warm, we ate, we smiled at one another and were grateful we had made it. Then in the space of a few moments, the clouds cleared. The sun hit our faces and lit the hills at every angle. We all laughed. What a sight! Wisps of cloud burning orange in the sunlight, green hills, Mount Baker not so far off.

Then I turned and got a clear look at what I would have missed if I stayed down on the OK plateau. I have never seen a circular rainbow, but I saw one there. The sun hit the mist at just the right angle on the mountain to set the colors in a spin. Because the sun was behind us I could see my own shadow pressed into the center of the rainbow. I giggled, like a child. Like a child the Lord had brought through fear, had lead through sin and struggle and guided to the top of the mountain even though I would have been satisfied to stop.

If you have stopped, remember that the Lord has helped you this far, and press on. If you are hemmed in by fear, remember that the Lord has helped you this far, and press on. If you are weary and exhausted, remember that the Lord has helped you this far, and press on. If you are satisfied and cannot imagine anything better than this, remember that the Lord has helped you this far, and press on.

Meet The Deacons: Christian

This week, we're meeting Christian as part of our Meet The Deacons mini-series.

--

How long have you been part of Redeemer, and how long have you been serving as a deacon?
 
Christian: I joined Redeemer in 2010, and was commissioned as a deacon in 2013.
 
What was your understanding of the office before you starting serving in the capacity you are? Has that changed over time? If so, how?
 
C: Honestly, I didn't really know what a deacon was. I understood that it was some type of leadership role, but that was about it.
 
It has been a slow process of learning what a deacon is, and I'm still learning. I’ve been shifting from a “doer” mindset to an “equipper” mindset. It's not the same as being a ministry volunteer, though I often do volunteer tasks. I believe that it is a position with the responsibility and privilege to equip volunteers to work as the body of Christ with their Spirit-given gifts to meet the practical needs of the church. It’s about delegating responsibilities to volunteers, and cultivating the gifts that God has given them.
 
What do you like about being a deacon? Is there anything you find particularly rewarding or challenging?
 
C: I like that I get to serve the church. It still amazes me that I have a role in Jesus’ church. I think, “Why would God pick someone like me to serve his church?” The answer, I think, is because God wants to show his power, grace, and love through my service. He wants to show that it’s not about me, it’s about him and serving others. It’s humbling to really consider what it is that I’m doing while I’m serving – I am serving the church that Jesus Christ, the Lord of heaven and earth, the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End, came to live and die for, establish, and accomplish his mission through. And really, that’s what all of us as Christians get to do as we fill the different needs in the church. It’s amazing!
 
The most challenging part of serving as a deacon, for me, is being a leader. Naturally, I think I’m good at “doing”, but learning to lead and cultivate others has been a difficult, but good process. I have been praying for the gift of leadership, and I have seen God give me opportunities to grow in this area and provide great resources to help me.

What’s the most common question you are asked about being a deacon, and how do you respond?
 
C: “So, what do you do?”
 
I usually respond with something like: “I coordinate the Cleaning Crew, which is Redeemer’s custodial ministry, making sure that our church buildings are clean and presentable for our church family and guests. I also help with various other needs that arise, such as filling in as Sunday Coordinator, or helping with the logistics of our Outdoor Work Party event.”