Praying At The State Capitol

It is customary for the West Virginia House of Delegates to open each session in prayer. I had the honor of offering the invocation at the House Chamber at the State Capitol in Charleston on Tuesday, February 21st. That also happened to be the day that Home Schoolers from across the Mountain State came out for a large rally on the Capitol steps.

Some of our readers have shown interest in the content of the prayer I offered that day, so I thought I would share it with you. The text follows:

"Father in Heaven, it is truly my honor and privilege to stand in this hallowed chamber, where my grandfather served more than six decades ago, and to offer up prayer on behalf of today’s session of this House.

We thank you, Lord, for the men and women in this chamber, who have come from across the Mountain State, from Shepherdstown to Kenova, and from Chester to Bluefield, elected to represent the citizens of their home districts. We ask that you would bless them in their deliberations here this day. We thank you for our form of Civil Government authority for your Word tells us that “ there is no authority except from God, and those that exist have been instituted by God.”

As they come together today for their duties in forming the laws of this great state, may they all remember that the basis of all law in western culture springs from your Decalogue, given to man, centuries ago at Mt. Sinai. Help these delegates feel the weight of the awesome responsibility invested in them, and may we be reminded this day of the words spoken of old by the great King David, who told his son, Solomon, “'He who rules over men must be just, Ruling in the fear of God. And he shall be like the light of the morning when the sun rises, A morning without clouds, Like the tender grass springing out of the earth, By clear shining after rain.'

May we be reminded again of the words of the Great Teacher, “but whoever desires to become great among you, let him be your servant. "And whoever desires to be first among you, let him be your slave—“

We ask that you give these, your servants, wisdom to do what is right… that they would always protect those who are the weakest and most helpless among us (from the unborn to the advanced in age) … that they would be good stewards of our natural resources, and protect our religious liberties ... that these delegates would lay aside partisan bitterness… that they would flee from any self interest and influence of special interests… and simply do the people’s business, representing the citizens of this state in a manner that will be just, and will bring honor unto you.

May we lay aside for this time of business, the labels that divide us – Republicans and Democrats, Conservatives, and Liberals – and while in session, remember that we are first and foremost, West Virginians, and Americans, all.

We thank you for your Grace and Mercy toward all men, and the liberty that comes only from you. We beg your blessings this and every day, ask all of these favors today in the name that is above every name, Jesus Christ, our Savior and our Lord. Amen."

Saying Goodbye To An "Old Friend"

We were born the same year, me and the "Grand Old Lady of 5th Avenue and 26th Street". It was at the mid point of the 20th Century, in a very different time in Huntington, WV. It was a heavy industry town in those days, with companies like International Nickel, AC&F, Standard Ultramarine, H.K. Porter Steel, Owens Illinois Glass, Houdaille Hershey, and C&O Rail Road employing thousands.

There was a vibrant downtown area in those days. The Ohio Valley Bus Company ran coaches all over the area out of the old "Bus Barn" in the west end. There were no malls in those days. Men wore hats (not baseball caps) to outdoor activities ranging from Industrial League Baseball games to the annual Band Festival Parade in May. Lots of Mom and Pop stores were scattered from Westmoreland to Altizer, and there were elementary schools in every neighborhood in town. No school buses ran in Huntington in those days. Most everyone walked to school. Just down the road a small but growing Marshall College was beginning to enlarge its footprint between 3rd and 5th Avenues and 16th and 20th Streets.

That was the setting when The Veterans Memorial Field House was constructed in 1950. It became the largest arena in the Jewell City, seating 8,800 for many events, and over 6,500 for basketball. It remained the largest arena in town until the "Big Red Barn" was constructed at 3rd Avenue and 8th Street in the early 70's, and the Field House was the home of Marshall University basketball until the Cam Henderson Center was built on campus.

The Field House (as it was known to all of us in the east end) played a big role in our lives. Not only was it "Herd Heaven", but it was also where Huntington East High School played its home basketball games. Highlander football practices were often held on the adjacent field. There were many warm days in the spring when my classmates and I would run the three blocks down 5th Avenue in our gym clothes, to play touch football or softball games during our Phys Ed period, then back to HEHS for our showers.

My earliest memories of the Field House go back to about 1955. Over the years I had opportunity to attend events there. I can fondly remember going there for:

• The Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus


• Ringside seats with Walter and Ricky Hall for the Golden Gloves


• East Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast


• Dick Clark's "Where the Action Is" Concerts


• "The Chaplain of Burbon Street" Bob Harrington in Crusade


• Cabell County Junior High Basketball Tournaments


• Huntington East High School Basketball games


• St. Joe Invitational Tournaments


• High School Graduation ceremonies


• and, of course, Marshall University Basketball

Parking was always a challenge at the Field House. One often had to park on Third or Fourth Avenues, or on the numbered side streets and walk for blocks to get to the venue. Sometimes we might park on the lower end of the B&B Supermarket parking lot, but that was always dangerous. Market employees would turn away would be parkers, and if one did happen to get by, there was always the fear of being towed away. After the games it was always great to go across the street to pick up a burger at the Adkins Fat Boy or have a pizza at Gino's Pub. Many of us spent a good bit of time three blocks up 5th Avenue at Wiggins. I can still taste that spaghetti, bar b que, steak sandwiches, and steak che burgers on the curb, or inside the small dining area at Wiggins. Good times.

Besides High School graduation, there are a few special events that stand out in my mind at the Field House. I remember a great game in 1967 when we beat the Ashland Tomcats, who were at the time the top ranked team in Kentucky. Mark Dawson was deadly that night, raining down 20 footers, long before there was a three point line.

There were lots of great high school games there, and a few real donnybrooks outside after some of the games. There was always tension after the games with cross town rival, Huntington High. I remember one cold night after a game with Logan High School when a fight broke out, emptying two chartered basses that were filling up with Wildcat fans. One of our football players had some words with someone from Logan, hanging out the bus window, and the fracas was on! There were several good punches thrown by a few folks on both sides, but mostly it was just a bunch of pushing and shoving by those of us standing on the perimeter of the fight.

We watched some great players at the Field House. I was too young to remember Walt Walowac and Charlie Slack, but how well I remember those teams with guys like the D'Antoni brothers, Jim Davidson, George Stone, Bob Redd, Greg White, Randy Noll, and future NBA star, Russell Lee. There was a great triple overtime Mid American Conference victory for Marshall, over a tough Bowling Green Falcons team in 1969. And many memorable Marshall Memorial Invitational Tournaments, which came into being after the plane crash of 1970.

There were some great coaches who plied their trade there over the years, and who can forget the time back in the 60's when Marshall Coach Ellis Johnson put a pair of eyeglasses on a dog, to rag the officials?

One of my personal special memories surround the year I did radio play by play for the Rose Hill Royals. Rose Hill had a 7th grader named O.J. Mayo, who played on the varsity team, and I had the privilege of calling their games in the St. Joe Invitational Tournament. O.J. went on to become one of the most well known high school players in America, and today plays for the Memphis Grizzlies in the NBA.

Yes, the Field House has seen some great events over the years. Most were happy times, but there were also some truly sad occasions such as when it served as the site of the community memorial service after the Marshall plane crash.

Over the past few years, the building has become a maintenance headache. Its aging structure was beginning to deteriorate. It recently was sold to Marshall University to make room for a badly needed new Soccer facility. So, last Friday night, the Field House played host to one final celebration. Over 100 former Marshall basketball players, and several thousand community members showed up for one last celebration.

Soon the wrecking ball will reduce the once proud structure to a pile of rubble, and eventually college soccer games will be held at the new facility at 5th Avenue and 26th Street. The Field House will physically be gone, but it will live forever in the memories of those of us who grew up with her. Good bye old friend... we won't be far behind you!

Good News for Southern Baptists!

Besides the personal reasons to be looking forward to this year's Southern Baptist Convention Annual Meeting in New Orleans, the June meeting of Baptists has taken on the prospect of being a very historic occasion. Not so much because of programs, potential name changes, etc. but due to the fact that an African American will allow his name to be placed in nomination for President of the world's largest Protestant group. Fred Luter, Pastor of Franklin Avenue Baptist Church in New Orleans has announced to his congregation that he will allow his name to be entered into nomination. Here is the latest story regarding Luter's decision on Baptist Press. http://www.bpnews.net/BPnews.asp?ID=37097

I pray that there will be no other nominees this year (do you hear that Wiley Drake?) in order that we may come together in unity to elect this dynamic pastor to lead our Convention during these difficult times. He was elected SBC 1st Vice President at the Annual Meeting in Phoenix last June.

The obvious fact that no black man has ever been nominated to the top office in the Convention makes this year's meeting unique. The SBC has often been maligned by liberal detractors as racist, due to policies that go back to the days of slavery in America. Several years ago, in a public display of repentance and racial harmony, SBC leaders apologized for racial wrongs that had been done in the past. Our convention desires to be a mutli ethnic body of born again baptized believers who follow Christ - which can only be accomplished by reaching out to every people group on earth. I personally pray that one day the ethnic makeup of Westmoreland Baptist Church will mirror that of the entire Body of Christ. All reasonable Christ Followers desire such!

However, my desire to see Fred Luter ascend to that leadership position goes far beyond the racial reasons. Fred Luter is a man of God. He is a man of the Word. He has the soul winning fervor of an evangelist, and the shepherd's heart of a pastor. He is an eloquent preacher, and a man who models the grace and love of God to everyone he touches. I have met him personally on only three occasions (my son, Jay, knows him well) but on the occasions when I have had opportunity to speak with him and to shake his hand, I knew I was in the presence of a man who loves Jesus, and one who loves telling the Good News to anyone who will listen.

Fred has been used by God to help build Franklin Avenue Baptist Church from a small inner city work to one of the great churches in Louisiana. He was a catalyst and an inspiration, not only to the congregation of Franklin Avenue Baptist, but to the entire New Orleans area during the dark days that followed Hurricane Katrina. He and Pastor David Crosby of First Baptist New Orleans became the public face of NOLA's Baptists who welcomed in Disaster Relief workers, and led the way in the spiritual and physical rebuilding of their community.

Luter held his congregation together, even though many of them were scattered to places like Houston and Baton Rouge. That is the kind of shepherd that is needed to lead this great Convention at this point in its history.

When it comes to secular politics, I am saddened by the mediocre choices that we Americans have to choose from in our nation's Presidential race in 2012. I do rejoice, however, in the prospect that we Baptists DO have a real leader we can support to lead our divided (and in some ways declining) Convention.

Thank you, Fred Luter, for being open to the call of God in your life. And thank you, Franklin Avenue Baptist for being willing to share your shepherd with all of us!

Timely Message From "The Sacred Sandwich"

For my 600th post to "For What It's Worth", I didn't have time to come up with anything creative or original - so I thought I'd just share this message from "The Sacred Sandwich". Have a great and godly day!

The Importance of Preparation

By the end of this week I will have conducted my 103rd and 104th funeral services in the nine years I have been pastor here at Westmoreland Baptist Church. These serve as another couple of reminders to what the Bible reminds us about death. It’s certain. We may not know when. We may not know where. We may not know how, but it’s coming for each of us. It is important for us to remember that this is an appointment that we all must keep (Hebrews 9:27).

Fortunately the two dear ladies whom we have lost were prepared for their appointments. We can certainly take comfort in the fact that when they fell asleep here, they awakened in the presence of their Lord, Jesus Christ. Each of them had made those preparations years ago, when they came to know Jesus as their Savior and Lord.

The Word of God goes to great length to urge us to be prepared – for the likelihood of our own deaths, or for His coming to take His children home. Jesus, himself, used parables and lessons to teach of the importance of preparation.

I am thankful to know that in a world of uncertainty, preparation is possible. God has revealed His plan to us through His Word which explains that we can be prepared for death through the cleansing of our sins in the precious blood of Jesus.

Neglected preparation is sad, indeed. He tells us it is “Not His will that any should perish, but that all should come to repentance”. (2 Peter 3:9) John 3:16 tells us the scope of God’s love, for everyone. The fact that any would leave this life without a relationship with Him is truly tragic, and totally unnecessary.

Thank God, however, that preparation has glorious results. Death is a blessed event to the one who knows Christ. It is certainly not a happy experience for those who have said farewell to their loved one, but it is a precious event to the Lord (1 Peter 3:4). One can only imagine the beautiful scenes that await us in Glory. We can rejoice in knowing that earthly pain and suffering are not even a memory to those who rest in the presence of Christ. It is a realm of endless bliss, perfect peace and rest, and fullness of joy for the believer.

I hope that you have made your preparation, because the time for each of us is coming!

Love This Old Poem

Years ago, my friend, Carl Taylor, would quote this poem from memory around Christmas time.
I have looked for it for years, and fortunately, this morning I have finally found it. We boys who grew up in the 50’s (and probably those from the 40’s too) can really relate to this poem. It’s a month late for Christmas, but I think it’s appropriate anytime.
Hope it brings a chuckle to you today.







Jest 'Fore Christmas
By Eugene Field



Father calls me William, sister calls me Will,


Mother calls me Willie, but the fellers call me Bill!


Mighty glad I ain’t a girl—ruther be a boy,


Without them sashes, curls, an’ things that’s worn by Fauntleroy!


Love to chawnk green apples an’ go swimmin’ in the lake—


Hate to take the castor-ile they give for bellyache!‘


Most all the time, the whole year round, there ain’t no flies on me,


But jest ‘fore Christmas I’m as good as I kin be!






Got a yeller dog named Sport, sick him on the cat;


First thing she knows she doesn’t know where she is at!


Got a clipper sled, an’ when us kids goes out to slide,


‘Long comes the grocery cart, an’ we all hook a ride!


But sometimes when the grocery man is worrited an’ cross,


He reaches at us with his whip, an’ larrups up his hoss,


An’ then I laff an’ holler, “Oh, ye never teched me!”


But jest ‘fore Christmas I’m as good as I kin be!






Gran’ma says she hopes that when I git to be a man,


I’ll be a missionarer like her oldest brother, Dan,


As was et up by the cannibuls that lives in Ceylon’s Isle,


Where every prospeck pleases, an’ only man is vile!


But gran’ma she has never been to see a Wild West show,


Nor read the Life of Daniel Boone, or else I guess she’d know


That Buff’lo Bill an’ cow-boys is good enough for me!


Excep’ jest ‘fore Christmas, when I’m good as I kin be!






And then old Sport he hangs around, so solemn-like an’ still,


His eyes they seem a-sayin’: “What’s the matter, little Bill?”


The old cat sneaks down off her perch an’ wonders what’s become


Of them two enemies of hern that used to make things hum!


But I am so perlite an’ ‘tend so earnestly to biz,


That mother says to father: “How improved our Willie is!”


But father, havin’ been a boy hisself, suspicions me


When, jest ‘fore Christmas, I’m as good as I kin be!






For Christmas, with its lots an’ lots of candies, cakes, an’ toys,


Was made, they say, for proper kids an’ not for naughty boys;


So wash yer face an’ bresh yer hair, an’ mind yer p’s and q’s,


An’ don’t bust out yer pantaloons, and don’t wear out yer shoes;


Say “Yessum” to the ladies, an’ “Yessur” to the men,


An’ when they’s company, don’t pass yer plate for pie again;


But, thinkin’ of the things yer’d like to see upon that tree,


Jest ‘fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!

A Mighty Fortress

Martin Luther is a towering giant in the history of the Church, and an iconic figure in the Protestant Reformation. Born in Germany 498 years ago, he became a Roman Catholic Priest, scholar and professor. His study of God's word led him to rebel against the teachings of the church which allowed for sin to be forgiven by monetary purchase. His "Ninety-Five Theses", presented in 1517 brought him in direct conflict with the Catholic Church. Pope Leo X demanded that Luther retract his writings. Luther refused, and as a result, was excommunicated from the Church.

Luther is perhaps best known for his teaching of Justification by Faith. He taught that salvation came through Christ alone, and could not be earned by our good deeds. This Biblical doctrine teaches that only a belief in the vicaroious death, burial, and bodily resurrection of Christ could bring one into right standing with God. He rejected the concept of the Papacy and taught the priesthood of all believers.

His translation of the Latin Bible into the language of the people, made a tremendous impact on the church, by making God's Word more easily accessible to the common man. It also led to further translations, and influenced the the King James translation in 1611.

Luther also authored several hymns. One of those hymns has become one of my very favorites. It has long been a standard and a comfort to believers who face tribulation and persecution. It was inspired by Psalm 46, and my heart thrills when I sing (or even just read) the words of this great treatise of faith. I joyfully share this message with you today.

A Mighty Fortress Is Our God

A mighty fortress is our God. A bulwark never failing;

Our helper, He, amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing.

For still our ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;

His craft and power are great, and armed with cruel hate,

On Earth is not his equal.

Did we in our own strength confide, our striving would be losing.

Were not the right man on our side, the Man of God's own choosing.

Dost ask who that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;

Lord Sabaoth, His name, from day to day the same;

And He must win the battle.

And tho' this world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us;

We will not fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us.

The Prince of Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;

His rage we can endure, for lo, his end is sure,

One little word will fell him.

That word above all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;

The Spirit and the gifts are ours, through Him who with us sideth:

Let goods and kindred go, this mortal life also;

The body they may kill; God's truth abideth still,

His kingdom is forever.