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June 26, 2017 / Pastor George Fike

do you kiss your momma with that mouth?

My dad would say, “Aw, foot!” or “Well, shoot!” My pejoratives of choice are “Well, crap!” or “Dangit!” Every now and then “Dadgummit!” I learned to swear watching Jed Clampett on the Beverly Hillbillies.

We all say empty things from time to time. Well, truthfully, sometimes the words are not empty: they intend to insult, hurt, or defame another.  But I’m really addressing those words that have become part of our everyday vernacular that we would never have uttered even 10 years ago. When did we, as God’s people, dumb down His holiness?

At the 2003 Grammy Awards, Bono won best song from a movie for “The Hands That Built America” from Gangs of New York. As he took to the microphone for his thank-you speech, he uttered “This is really, really, f-ing brilliant!” As Bono is a Christian, it marked a departure from a standard of speech that we were accustomed to.  Many were offended. But many of us were confused. Dropping f-bombs has never been condemned as the unforgivable sin, but it didn’t seem appropriate.  Perhaps it’s because holiness of speech is the subject of a great many Bible passages:

Matthew 15:10-11, 17-19a Jesus called the crowd to him and said, “Listen and understand. What goes into someone’s mouth does not defile them, but what comes out of their mouth, that is what defiles them. Don’t you see that whatever enters the mouth goes into the stomach and then out of the body? But the things that come out of a person’s mouth come from the heart, and these defile them. For out of the heart come evil thoughts—murder, adultery, sexual immorality, theft, false testimony, slander. These are what defile a person…”

Matthew 12:35-37A good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him, and an evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in him. But I tell you that everyone will have to give account on the day of judgment for every empty word they have spoken. For by your words you will be acquitted, and by your words you will be condemned.

Ecclesiastes 5:2 Do not be quick with your mouth, do not be hasty in your heart to utter anything before God. God is in heaven and you are on earth, so let your words be few.

Colossians 4:5-6 Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity. Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.

James 3:6-10 The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole body, sets the whole course of one’s life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell. All kinds of animals, birds, reptiles and sea creatures are being tamed and have been tamed by mankind, but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. With the tongue we praise our Lord and Father, and with it we curse human beings, who have been made in God’s likeness. Out of the same mouth come praise and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.

Sometimes we use less than savory words to emphasize a depth of feeling.  But the words we use have literal meanings that usually pertain to base activity, body parts, bodily wastes, or sexual activity. Why would we use them to emphasize our good feelings? But they have become automatic, a sign that we live in a base culture.

Isaiah 6:5“Woe to me!” I cried. “I am ruined! For I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, the Lord Almighty.”

I suppose some would argue their use of foul language testifies as to their real-ness in front of their lost friends.  I say it diminishes the “real-ness” of their life-changing Lord in front of their lost friends.

I memorized a verse a long time ago that I think should be the aspiration of every believer.  It is a summary of God’s blessing on Samuel’s mouth from the time of his childhood.

1 Samuel 3:19The Lord was with Samuel as he grew up, and he let none of Samuel’s words fall to the ground.

This is my longing.  That my speech would be effective for the Lord.

James 3 follows up the admonition about the tongue in the following passage about wisdom:

James 3:13-18 Who is wise and understanding among you? Let them show it by their good life, by deeds done in the humility that comes from wisdom. But if you harbor bitter envy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not boast about it or deny the truth. Such “wisdom” does not come down from heaven but is earthly, unspiritual, demonic. For where you have envy and selfish ambition, there you find disorder and every evil practice.

But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere. Peacemakers who sow in peace reap a harvest of righteousness.

What comes out of our mouths is the seed we sow.  What are you planting by the words you use?

July 22, 2016 / Pastor George Fike

When I’m Sixty-Four…

Hi, Everybody! I want to talk to you today about the aging of a pastor. I thought I’d set up this post with a little ditty from my youth.  Take a listen to kind of a fun men’s chorus cover of the Beatles’ “When I’m Sixty-Four.”


Now aren’t you glad you tuned in?

I began my ministry career in September 1976 as the weekend worship leader at Beacon Hill Baptist Church in San Antonio while attempting to finish my music ed degree at Texas State University.  The next summer, June 1977, I became student minister and later additionally worship leader at Dellview Baptist Church in the same city. Over the course of the next 35 years, I served as a vocational minister at several churches in Texas, with a pause to finish my divinity degree at seminary in 1989, then becoming a senior pastor in two churches in Illinois, before moving back to San Antonio in 2004 where I served as associate pastor in a local church until being retired in 2012.

Just so you know, retirement was not my idea.  I have thought about my exit from ministry for a while now. I spoke with one of my former leaders once to try to get closure; the reasons I was given were inconsistent with my history.  The only answer that really makes sense is that I let my hair turn grey in a church culture that celebrates youth.

I have applied for quite a few open positions.  Most of the time my applications have gone in the pile of “we’re moving in a different direction.” Some confirmation came recently when a young man asked his church if they might consider me for their vacant position.  The first question to him:

“So how old is he?”

“He just turned 61.”

“Well, that’s not what we’re looking for.”

Mind you, I appreciate that for the first time I heard an honest answer.

So then… what does one do out in the pasture?

What I have always done – pastor.  My congregation is now behind a paint desk at a home improvement store. My pay is well below what I made as vocational minister, but I’m having the time of my life as I lead and care for my team, help my store and company succeed. (Incidentally, we are one of the most profitable paint departments in the city, thank you very much.) I also have the joy of leading worship at one of the campuses of Oak Hills Church every few weeks. I have enjoyed nurturing relationships with my neighbors. And many of the people I have ministered to in the past still seek out my ministry in various forms. And despite my lack of retirement income, I’m having the time of my life. I feel useful to God. There is an energy that comes from that.  I still have 24 years to catch up to my new favorite hero from the Bible – the man named Caleb. Here is his story:

Numbers 14: 6Then the people of Judah came to Joshua at Gilgal. And Caleb the son of Jephunneh the Kenizzite said to him, “You know what the Lord said to Moses the man of God in Kadesh-barnea concerning you and me. 7 I was forty years old when Moses the servant of the Lord sent me from Kadesh-barnea to spy out the land, and I brought him word again as it was in my heart. 8 But my brothers who went up with me made the heart of the people melt; yet I wholly followed the Lord my God. 9 And Moses swore on that day, saying, ‘Surely the land on which your foot has trodden shall be an inheritance for you and your children forever, because you have wholly followed the Lord my God.’ 10 And now, behold, the Lord has kept me alive, just as he said, these forty-five years since the time that the Lord spoke this word to Moses, while Israel walked in the wilderness. And now, behold, I am this day eighty-five years old. 11 I am still as strong today as I was in the day that Moses sent me; my strength now is as my strength was then, for war and for going and coming. 12 So now give me this hill country of which the Lord spoke on that day, for you heard on that day how the Anakim were there, with great fortified cities. It may be that the Lord will be with me, and I shall drive them out just as the Lord said.”

13 Then Joshua blessed him, and he gave Hebron to Caleb the son of Jephunneh for an inheritance. 14 Therefore Hebron became the inheritance of Caleb the son of Jephunneh the Kenizzite to this day, because he wholly followed the Lord, the God of Israel.

I look forward to what God can accomplish through me in the next 24-plus years!

  • “I can do ALL things (at any age) through Christ who strengthens me!” (Phil 4:13)
  • “The LORD is on my side; I will not fear. What can man do to me?” (Ps. 118:6)  
  • They will still bear fruit in old age, they will stay fresh and green…” (Ps 92:14) 
  • Even to your old age and gray hairs I am he, I am he who will sustain you. I have made you and I will carry you; I will sustain you and I will rescue you.” (Is 46:4)

And you know, speaking of the guys who first sang “When I’m Sixty-Four,” what are they doing, now that they’re WELL PAST 64?

January 3, 2016 / Pastor George Fike

A New Year

GVcruiseJanuary 1, 2016

“Sometimes people say something empty in an effort to be encouraging.” (Verneda Fike)

Sometimes the hardest thing to say is the easiest thing to say: “I don’t know what to say.”  Sometimes we feel compelled to give answers when we don’t have them.


  • It can be pride; our rep was built on having the answers.
  • It can be fear; if I don’t answer, I’m letting someone down.
  • It can be ignorance; I know what I know, but I don’t know what I don’t know.

Last year was tough for me. My older brother, Bill, passed away from pancreatic cancer in Bill and George2September. He was the firstborn of us six children. He was only a year older than me. And his passing was incredibly swift.  Looking back on photos from earlier in the year, I can now see his illness was in progress.  But we just thought he was tired, maybe the chronic health issues we seniors deal with post-middle age. But the undiagnosed cancer was already terrorizing his body, unseen beneath the surface.

We visited Bill in the hospital one weekend.  He looked terrible, but we had hope that the doctors would find a suitable treatment to reduce his pain and set him on the course to renewed health.  Of course, the ‘c’ word was ever present, haunting our minds. Our hopefulness endeavored to push it aside, but it lingered like a mugger hiding behind our mental trees.

By Monday, the worst was confirmed – inoperable, untreatable stage 4 pancreatic cancer.  My wife, Verneda, and I planned to return the following weekend, but we postponed it because they would be moving Bill back to the house for hospice care, and we did not want to be in the way.  We awoke Saturday morning with a text from Bill’s wife, Doris, that we (the siblings) should come soon if we wanted to see him.  Verneda and I immediately dressed and left for Houston.  About an hour away, we got the text letting us know Bill had passed. Tears.

We arrived at his home in Pearland.  The coroner had not arrived for the body yet. After greeting Doris and their three sons, Doris asked, “Do you want to see him?” I certainly did. So Verneda walked with me into the master bedroom where my brother lay in the dimly lit room. I saw his face, at rest with no sign of the pain that had gripped him for months. And uncontrollable sobs escaped my soul.  My wife gripped my hand harder and rubbed my back gently, as she said:

“You OK?”

Which being translated:

“I’m here.”

Over the next weeks our family would hear a variety of statements common to the grieving experience:

“He’s in a better place.”                                      (Of course.  But I’m not.)

“I guess God just needed him more.”               (Seriously? The All-Sufficient God?)

“God causes all things to work together…”    (Sermon received. All good now. Thanks.)

All of these statements have to be translated into the simple language of comfort that my wife spoke; it has a very limited, but adequate vocabulary:

“I’m here.”

All you need to say to a grieving loved one is:

“I’m so sorry.  I don’t know what to say,”

We hear that as:

“I’m here.”

It’s the language of Jesus:

“And lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age.”

October 28, 2014 / Pastor George Fike

Without the Resurrection

Very inspirational message from my awesome son, Rob Fike! You’ll be glad you read it!

Without the Resurrection.


October 14, 2014 / Pastor George Fike

Don’t Be Sorry

I’m very proud of my son, Rob. His namesake grandfather would be as well!

Don’t Be Sorry.

October 10, 2014 / Pastor George Fike

Billy Graham’s “Heaven”

You can get a free DVD here, or look for it to be televised nationwide on Friday, November 7th.

September 8, 2014 / Pastor George Fike

1 John, ISIS and the Gospel versus Terror

This is an amazing perspective! It unnerves me. It disturbs me. It dares me to think.

The GWBlog

This is the message you heard from the beginning: We should love each other. Do not be like Cain, who belonged to the evil one and murdered his brother… We know that we have passed from death to life, because we love our brothers. Anyone who does not love remains in death. Anyone who hates his brother is a murderer, and you know that no murderer has eternal life in him.
– 1 John 3:11-12, 14-15.

Then the LORD said to Cain, ‘Why are you so angry? Why is your face downcast? If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? But if you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you must master it.’

Now Cain said to his brother Abel, ‘Let’s go out to the field.’ And while they were in the field, Cain attacked…

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