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by In Light Of The Cross

Your Current Career Does not Define you; Your Entire Life Defines you

 While I had always planned to become a pastor, my early twenties found me spinning my wheels as I forgot to return to college in the fall to complete my degree. I found a job working in the warehouse for a business forms company, where I made deliveries. There, I met Alan, who had already been there for a while, and he showed me the ropes. We became friends and started going to ball games together and eating out at Tex-Mex restaurants. He became more than just a friend to hang out with. He became a friend who helped me move from one place to another across town. He was the friend I called when my car broke down outside of town late at night. He was a little older than I, and he became like a big brother to me. 

One day, while we were waiting for clearance to make a large delivery in a secured area of the Tulsa International airport, our conversation turned to Jesus. Now, Alan was already a Christian, but he seemed eager to learn more about the faith. I shared the Sabbath with him, explaining that I observe the Seventh-day Sabbath because it is the example Jesus gave us, and our salvation is found solely in Him. He found that interesting. 

Now, I suppose I wasn’t spinning my wheels entirely, as at my local church, I had become the youngest elder at the time in the Oklahoma Adventist Conference and was doing a lot of preaching in my church and around the state. Alan would sometimes come and hear me speak, though for the most part, he was an outdoorsman who found nature to be his sanctuary, where he met with God. 

Meanwhile, Alan and I enjoyed working together about as much as you can enjoy working in a warehouse and doing deliveries. Some parts of the job were a lot of fun, such as driving to Arkansas and back to make deliveries, and meeting all the people we encountered. In the evenings, when I would drive across town to visit friends, it gave me a sense of satisfaction driving by all the businesses where I had delivered business forms. Making deliveries was a tangible way I could see the results of my labor. Still, there were times when I would be sweating while making deliveries or even in the warehouse during the day, and I would think to myself, ‘If only I were a pastor, I could spend my time making hospital visits and giving Bible studies, making better use of my time.’ I would even have more time for personal Bible study and sermon preparation. 

During the four years I worked at the business forms company, Alan and I continued our conversations about Jesus, while also doing other things. Over time, he had become familiar with my friends from church, as he joined some of our group studies and attended ball games with us. Eventually, some friends from church led me to become a literature evangelist, and I left the business forms company. However, Alan and I continued our friendship, and he even came to my rescue once when my car broke down 30 miles outside of town, where I was selling Christian books. 

After being a literature evangelist for a couple of years, a new pastor came to my church and hired me as a Bible Worker. I told Alan I needed practice giving Bible studies, and he said I could practice giving him studies. He started visiting the church with me again. Later, when I moved to Texas for a Bible Worker position, Alan and I continued being friends. Over time, we lost contact for a few years, but when Facebook emerged, we reconnected and started being friends again. By this time, I was in Florida, where I was serving as a Bible Worker. He was at my 50th birthday celebration, which I had back home in Tulsa. When my mother passed away, he was a pallbearer. Alan had his tragedies, as his son was killed in a motorcycle accident, and his wife died of a lingering illness. He would call and talk, and he was comforted as I reminded him of what we had learned in our Bible studies about the state of the dead and the hope of the second coming. 

When the conference asked me to stop being a Bible Worker so I could be a full-time conference pastor, Alan, as well as the rest of my friends, were very happy. Alan was there when I came back to Oklahoma as a guest speaker, this time as a full-time pastor, even though it was still just me. 

Alan would continue texting me prayer requests whenever anything was going on with his family or his health. He faithfully followed me on Facebook, telling me my inspirational messages were always just what he needed to read. About a week ago, Alan crossed my mind again. It had been a month since I heard from him, so I picked up the phone to call. His number was no longer working. Concerned, I went to Facebook and everything looked normal, but later I found his obituary online. He had no opportunity to text me this time as he died suddenly. 

Later, Alan’s sister contacted me on Facebook. She told me Alan often mentioned me to her and that he had always felt that I was his personal pastor. That made me feel warm inside. I thought back to earlier days at the business forms company. I always felt like I was spinning my wheels there and should have been working on becoming a pastor instead of dealing with business forms. But was I just spinning my wheels? Should I have become a pastor in my early twenties instead of spending all that time working in a business forms company? I thought to myself, one day I will meet Alan again on the streets of gold, and he will tell me he was glad I did notbecome a pastor in my early twenties. Alan will assure me that I was exactly where I belonged the whole time. 

As much as I loved being a Bible Worker and love being a pastor, I am consoled by the thought that being a pastor does not define me. My years as a Bible Worker and Pastor do not define me. My entire life defines me, and it has purpose and meaning. I wasn’t spinning my wheels at the business forms company in my early twenties. I was exactly where God wanted me to be the whole time. 

I hope my story has opened your eyes to ways God is using you where you are today. Too often, we spend our time longing to reach a life goal, not realizing that God is already using us for a purpose, every step of the way. Even if you become president of your country, that will not define you. Your whole life has purpose. Your entire life defines you. 

That day, when I was sitting in the delivery truck with my friend Alan, talking about Jesus while waiting to make our delivery at the airport, had just as much meaning and purpose as sitting behind the desk in my pastor’s office today. 

by In Light Of The Cross

Trusting God Instead of Knucklehead Ideas

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I am writing tonight from the beautiful Tampa Bay area.

The question is asked on Tuesday’s section of this week’s lesson, “In what ways have you discovered for yourself the true spiritual blessings that come from paying tithe? How has paying tithe helped increase your faith?”

After returning home to Tulsa from Southern Adventist University, I got a job at Taco Bell, and at 19 years old moved into my own apartment. It was a nice junior one bedroom. My rent was only $200.00 a month. What I would give to take my current salary and go back to those days! My parents both served as treasurers for the Tulsa First SDA Church for decades. They had instilled in me the importance of tithe. My dad always says, “Church’s don’t have financial problems. They have spiritual problems.” If everyone sacrificed and gave systematically as the Bible says, the church will always have enough.  While paying an honest tithe, even while barely making above minimum wage I had no problems paying my bills. I remember getting bills in the mail and going inside and writing a check to pay them right away. I did not need to wait until the due date. God was blessing.

Funny thing is, as I started making more money I started running into financial issues. I had a budget, but did not carefully watch myself during the month, thinking I had plenty of money. Still in my early twenties, I got a job working in the warehouse of a business forms company, making almost twice as much as I was at Taco Bell. Not keeping close track of what I was spending, I ran into financial problems, and for the first time started falling behind on my bills. I had recently transferred to a smaller church outside Tulsa, where I was serving as an elder.

I was the youngest elder in the Oklahoma conference and the most immature too, as I came up with a knucklehead idea for my new financial problems. Had I still been in the church where my parents were treasures I probably never would have done this. I had recently been promised a reasonable raise at work, but every week it failed to show on my pay check. So I decided to use all my money to pay my bills, and stop returning tithe until I got my raise. Each week I recorded what my tithe was so I could pay it once my raise came, but week after week there was no raise on my check. I recorded what I owed in tithe to pay once my raise came. The tithe was adding up. Finally one night after a group Bible study I told an older lady in my church that I felt bad not being able to tithe, but that I would tithe once my raise showed up on my check. She said firmly, “William you are not going to get your raise until you return your tithe.” Now I knew good and well that people get raises all the time who never tithe. However I knew too, that God is a personal God, and He was speaking to me through my older friend.

We received our paychecks every Friday, but the following Friday I did not go into work as I had too much overtime. Yes, God was blessing me with overtime while I was waiting on my raise and even withholding my tithe. Even though I did not get my paycheck on Friday, I returned my full tithe that Sabbath. I did not know what I was going to do, but I knew I had to do what was right.

Monday morning I went into work and picked up the paycheck that had been lying in my box since Friday. I opened it up and there was my raise! Was the raise a blessing? Yes! But the greatest blessing was knowing a God of love was watching over me, and even speaking to me through my older friend in my Bible study group. He loves me and takes care of me. All I have to do is trust in Him instead of my knucklehead ideas!

by In Light Of The Cross

Owasso Three Angels SDA Church-Old and New

I am writing today from the beautiful Tulsa area.

It was the summer of 1987. I was 21 years old and working in a warehouse and doing deliveries for P-F Business Systems in Tulsa. I was an assistant head deacon at the Tulsa First SDA Church. I had just become re-acquainted with a young lady I had known growing up. She attended the Owasso SDA Church. I fell in love with this young lady and her small church. There was a deep spiritual atmosphere that I craved. I soon moved my membership to the Owasso church. To make a long story short, the lady I had fallen in  love with moved away. I stayed at the Owasso church because I had made many friends there, and they gave me plenty of opportunities to minister there. At the age of 22 the church made me a local elder, and thus the youngest elder in Oklahoma at the time. The next year I became the head elder. My friends, Gary, Paula and Terri invited me to join them as Literature Evangelists. I left my job at P-F and joined them. In 1991 I became the  Bible Worker. I stayed on with the Owasso Church until October of 1993, when I moved to Fort Worth. While I was at Owasso we had plans to add on to the church and build a sanctuary but for several years, even decades, the church looked exactly how I left it. The above picture is what it looked like when I came and for years after I left.

Today, I came back to preach and visit my Owasso Church family and this is what I found.

They finally added the sanctuary! They also added a very nice lobby, Sabbath School classrooms and library. It was beautiful!

I took this picture of my friend Terri, playing the piano, in the sanctuary on a visit back in 2007.

Today the same room is used for a beautiful fellowship hall.

Today, the Owasso SDA Church has a beautiful sanctuary that years ago we only dreamed about. I took this picture during Sabbath School before the entire church had joined for worship service. I am not 21 years old anymore. I have since moved on to Texas and now Florida. The lady I fell in love with so many years ago, has since married someone else and has five kids now. There are a lot of new faces in the church now who never knew anything about my ministry there so long ago. Still, there are a lot of familiar faces and current friends that I am still in touch with on Facebook and that are still a part of my ministry network. In some ways, the Owasso church is a memory in my distant past, but in so many other ways, like today it is a part of my current life. God has taken me a lot further than I had ever dreamed since that Summer of 1987. Still, I owe what I am today, to that small church family in Owasso who loved me and believed in me. Some have passed on. Some, sad to say left the faith. Some I still talk to every week on Facebook. Even though I may be 1,400 miles and 18 years away now, my Owasso Church family is still a big part of who I am today. In my heart they are never far away. I am very proud to see how the church in Owasso has grown, and I hope they too can be proud of how I have grown. Even though my lady friend and I were never meant to be, she is still a good friend today, but even more so, she introduced me to a wonderful church family. A church family that believed in me and my ministry before it even began. A church family that I have to thank, not only for my ministry that began 24 years ago, but also for my ministry today, 1,400 miles and 18 years later. 1987-1993 were good times and I will keep my friends forever.