Discovery Church, Ministry

Andrew’s challenge

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My good friend Andrew Bogdanov and his company Rebel Hand Cycles have a dream.

September 12,2015, He will accomplish just that.

By participating in the San Diego Triathlon Classic.

http://www.sandiegotriathlonclassic.com/

If you would like to sponsor Andrew, please shoot me an email at info@discoveryprescott.com

or send me a txt.

We need to raise $550.00 to get him there and back.

Thank you for believing.

Steve

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#JOURNEYONE15

https://vimeo.com/129685130

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When a scrap of fabric becomes a worship tool, becomes a tear dryer, becomes a make up wiper, becomes a grave cloth, becomes a “tryer emblem”, becomes a victory flag
#lovemytribe #dontletyourdreamsbedreams
#lazarusdance #cmonJourney! – Kay

Here is an email we received and wanted to share it.

“Journey1 was such a blast yesterday!! I hope you all had a great time. I
had a wild experience that I wanted to share with you.Pastor Steve Lummer’s message really ministered to me. He said something like, “Are you going to let a dead man, Lazarus have more faith than you?”
And then Pastors Steve & Jesse illustrated that Lazarus had to overcome
being dead for 2 days & 100 pounds of grave clothes in order to comply with
Jesus’ command to “come forward” from out of the tomb. Steve said…
*#dontletyourtryerdie *.A little background… In the 9 months that Mom has been gone my
spirit felt like it kept moving between 3 townships:1) “Overwhelmed with grief-ville” (I feel too sad to thrive. I quit. Please leave me alone.)
2) “Depressed-ville” (I’ll at least act like I want to live but only on the
days that I choose, don’t count on me.)
3) “Anxiety over life goes on-ville” (Yikes my savings is hemorrhaging, I
need a job! I want to FEEL ‘thriving’ again! God heal my hurt, calm my
panic!)Recently I moved into my present township, which I’m calling “Alive in
Him-ville”.  I got here about the time my savings got down to double
digits. This is a way better place to be. Funny thing is nothing has
changed much on the outside. In fact some folks would be asking for
financial help by now & maybe I’m the fool for not. Thing is, only in this
place have I gotten so honest with myself. Maybe feeling my ‘ground zero’
helped me see things clearly. I thought I had it so rough & had to ‘rise
above’ at my old job with it’s low pay, mean boss & office dragon lady.
Well let me tell you something, I recently confessed to God
how I habitually complained of & mismanaged a very nice salary plus I
harbored resentment & unforgiveness towards upper management, my boss &
another woman in my department FOR YEARS!! Furthermore, I allowed gossip &
the opinions of others to impact many of my decisions rather than seeking
out God’s wisdom through fasting, praying & his word. This is the
place where I’m experiencing God’s provision, forgiveness & freedom from
sin & where I’m actually moving forward & following him. I’m not 100% sure
how God is measuring my progress but I think it relies on my obedience. I
believe my dream, which God placed in my heart, will come to life from
being here: to be a peaceful, wise woman who fearlessly, passionately &
completely follows after Christ & helps others who struggle in their
belief to find a way out of the pits & get on the road to spreading the
good news of salvation.Before service yesterday we were gathered in a circle holding hands in the
building behind the stage & right before praying Jesse talked about Journey
Church turning 6 years old. In reaction I spontaneously belted out, “I’ve
changed so much in my 3 years at Journey. I’ve never actually stayed at
a church this long before. I tried but I always left feeling like it wasn’t
for me. In my time at Journey I experienced wanting to leave & to not
belong here; but this time I sought out God & obeyed him & I stayed. I’ve
always loved Jesus but now I think I love him enough to actually follow
him.” Then Jesse & Steve & Jake started repeating what I said & it made
my spirit jump!!So when Jesse began to arise from his 2 days of death & 100 pounds of grave
clothes… & as pastor Steve chimed, “He’s trying, look he’s trying to obey
Jesus, his tryer is still trying!”… I literally heard God whisper the
same words to me, “Robin come forth from the tomb” & “I see you
trying”. You could’ve knocked me over with a feather!

I absolutely adore each one of you gals & am so blessed to serve the body
of Christ & live life along side of you. I hope my testimony about what
yesterday meant to me encourages you…. or at least entertains you.

Love,
Robin”

Thank you Jesse and Missy, Journey Church and the Leadership team that inspire us all

Don’t let your TRYER die.

Steve

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Guest Blogger – Jo Ann Lummer

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All of us have circumstances in life that we have to overcome or deal with. My grandfather, Alex Smith lost both of his legs (one just below the knee, one above the knee) when he was a young father, when he fell on the train tracks and the train ran over him. In those days, technology was not very advanced and he was fitted with WOODEN artificial legs. He didn’t let this stop him, as the pictures show. He rode a bicycle, played baseball with his grandson, became a minister of the gospel and taught his granddaughter the ability to endure difficult times. He spent many hours visiting the hospital rooms of people who came home from the war with missing limbs, encouraging them and showing them they still had a valuable life to live.
He was my “PePa” and I looked up to him SO much.

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Guest Blogger – Jo Ann Lummer-Hutchinson

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Monday, Monday… by guest blogger David Crabtree

If you are a pastor, you might really appreciate my guest blogger David Crabtree’s recent gift to our pastoral tribe.

Thanks David

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Monday, Monday…

Sunday is, without question, the greatest day of the week for the preacher, at least, this preacher. It is the weekly gathering – a great “coming to the house” – corporate worship – “ecclesia” (called out and together). I love Sunday. I live Sunday. At 9:00 and 10:45 the joy, the art, the quest, the war of preaching is mine again, and for a few moments I move in the pure air of calling. The message delivered is a release – a relief – joy. Changed lives create an ever-new wonder, and even if the changes are not immediately evident, faith carries the hour, and it is well with my soul. I love to preach – it’s blue skies and sunshine for me.

By Sunday afternoon familiar clouds take shape. The first is fatigue, reminding me that I am not so young anymore. Weariness is followed by a cumulous gathering of self doubt – thickening – darkening, until the small irritants of the day begin to take on weight and the rain begins to fall. The man who, only that morning, walked so confidently to the pulpit, so sure, so free, falls into second guessing. Slights are magnified, fears are nourished, evidence of good is washed away as a regretted phrase, a fumbled point, a distraction or two – or five – or ten are suddenly remembered and rehearsed. On Sunday afternoon, about three o’clock, I often feel feel more like Elijah on the bad side of Mt. Carmel than the guy who called down fire and rain.

I fight it – I invoke the “whatsoevers” of Philippians 4:8. I remind myself that it’s not my performance that makes the difference. I do a half-dozen re-boots in my mind and push back hard… but I’m tired and drained… and I called that woman by the wrong name again… and the sound wasn’t quite right… and the guy half-way back kept me in a hostile stare… and in a quiet moment a baby went off… and… and… 3:00 on Sunday afternoon is a vulnerable place and time. It must be a busy time in hell with so many preachers to discourage, so much seed to snatch away before it takes root.

The biographies of the great preachers console me with the knowledge that my peculiar battle is not so peculiar (Spurgeon and Luther come immediately to mind). Monday’s play list is often the blues for preachers. I’ve also been at this long enough to know that it comes to pass – not to stay. After the Monday mess is cleared away and all the meetings have been met, Tuesday finds me at early morning prayer, and there is a stirring… a text… a sunrise over a fresh biblical landscape and a gentle wind whispers, “Sunday’s coming”… my soul smiles and my heart skips a beat.

I’m reminded that you can’t have glorious mountains without a few deep valleys – the most glorious sunshine will turn your life into a desert without a little rain.

David Crabtree is the lead pastor of Calvary Church Greensboro North Carolina
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Discovery Church, Ministry

We Can Only Carry So Much.

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Reaching Out For Help Blows!

God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble—James 4:6

So, carrying burdens is something for which we are built . . . and something which we are supposed to do, as men. God designed us, built us, intends us—to lend our strength to others, to those who need it. “Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ” (Galatians 6:2). The problem is, most of us read Scripture one way only: that we are to carry burdens for others. Few read it the other way: that we must allow others to carry our burdens too. We don’t really like that reading. That reading causes our pride to rise up.

Like it or not, though, any one of us can carry only so much. Sure, we can “gut it out” with burdens that are too heavy . . . for a while, at least. Before long, however, they begin to grind us down. Anger, anxiety, burnout, depression and despondency, isolation and loneliness, or rebellion and sin emerge . . . simply because we’re neither designed, nor built, nor intended to carry our burdens alone. “One’s pride will bring him low” (Proverbs 29:23).

Okay, so what do we do?
Is there something you’re carrying that’s feeling too heavy? The burden of being a provider? Fears about finances . . . about work? The burden of children living up to expectations, in school, in athletics? A hidden sin? A hidden addiction? Another burden, perhaps?
If so, look around for that person with whom God intends you to share it . . . your friend, your wife. Go to them today. Die to pride. Let them in. Explain the situation and let them respond. Fulfilling the law of Christ also means that we must, sometimes, surrender our pride, surrender the images we have of ourselves, get over ourselves, and ask for help. We are meant to live free and fast and light . . . and together.

Live heavy …Travel light.

steveo

Steveo

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Three Cents And A Dream


In 1910, a baby girl named Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu was born in Albania. As a teenager she felt called to ministry. She did her training in Ireland and India. One day she approached her superiors and said, “I have three pennies and a dream from God to build an orphanage.” Her superiors said, “You can’t build an orphanage with three pennies. With three pennies you can’t do anything.” Agnes smiled and said, “I know. But with God and three pennies I can do anything.” For fifty years, Agnes worked among the poorest of the poor in the slums of Calcutta, India. In 1979, Agnes, known to the rest of the world as Mother Teresa, won the Nobel Peace Prize.


How does such a diminutive woman become one of the most recognizable and most revered women in the world? How does a woman with three pennies end up inspiring people to give billions of dollars to charity?

Never underestimate someone with a God-given dream!

Pastor Steve

“Be faithful in small things because it is in them that your strength lies.”

“Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.”

“Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.”

“I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”

“I try to give to the poor people for love what the rich could get for money. No, I wouldn’t touch a leper for a thousand pounds; yet I willingly cure him for the love of God.

“I want you to be concerned about your next door neighbor. Do you know your next door neighbor?”

“If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten that we belong to each other.”

“If you can’t feed a hundred people, then feed just one.”

Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu (Mother Teresa)

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