I AM TRULY A BLESSED MAN

As I pause this Thanksgiving week many thankful thoughts, like a mighty river overflowing its banks,  flood over my soul and mind.  I realize I am truly a blessed man. As I ponder all the Good Lord has allowed me to experience over my threescore and two years of living I could not be more thankful. Time or space will not allow me to mention all I am thankful for, but I will attempt to share some thankful thoughts. i-am-blessed

I have been blessed to proclaim the unsearchable riches of Christ for over forty-three years. I have had the privilege to pastor  in five different North Carolina counties over the years, and am most thankful that for the past two-years to be interim pastor of the wonderful people of Salem Fork Baptist Church in Surry County. It is my earnest prayer that I can be half the blessing to them that they have been in my life. I can say of them, as Paul said of some of his friends, “For they have refreshed my spirit” (I Cor. 16:18). I am truly a blessed man.

I have been more than privileged to help coach high school distance runners for over 40 years at six different schools in the areas where I have been privileged to pastor. I have always considered coaching an extension of my ministry that allows me to mentor many young people. There are no words in all the languages that exist on earth to express how grateful and thankful I am for the honor to have helped so many young people over the years. I have found you are more than a coach, but a father-figure, a mentor, a friend, a confidant, and an exemplar. There is no way to explain the joy and reward working with young people has brought to me. I have been blessed with so many wonderful memories I could never count them all. I am truly a blessed man.

I am most thankful for the many prayers, kindness, and support I have received over the last year-and-a-half. Having been diagnosed with prostate cancer back in June of 2013, it has been an emotional and spiritual journey that has brought me closer to the Lord and, as well, made me appreciate more the preciousness of the gift of life and its blessings. The love, prayers, support, encouragement that I have experienced from so many people has been overwhelming and that, and the Good Lord, has been the reason I have done so well. I am truly a blessed man.

I am thankful that after 50 years I am still running. I started running in junior high school and have been running ever since. I am, of course, not as fast as I once was, and grow slower with each passing year, but I truly express my thanks to the Good Lord each time I lace up my running shoes that He has blessed me with the health to continue to run daily. The clean feeling running gives to my soul is indescribable and always a looked forward to experience. And helps keep me sane! That I am still running after all these years I have never taken for granted, for I know each one could be my last one. I am truly a blessed man.

I am the proud grandfather of three grandsons, ages nine, six, and a two years old. Living several states away, I don’t get to see them as often as I would like, but when I do there are no words to describe the inner joy that Wyatt, Tyler, and Levi bring to my soul. “Pa-pa” has taught them that when he is around no-matter the day of the week, it is “Toy-day” – as a trip to Wal-Mart results in toys for the boys. It is always a treasured experience that makes life worth the living. I am truly a blessed man.

I am most thankful for the music of laughter. Can you think of anything more melodious than the laughter of a friend or love one? Laughter is a gift from God, it is natural and innate. It is contagious. Each time we hear a child laugh we are reminded that as we grow older not to lose this precious gift the Lord has given us. Laughter is the medicine that gives to our lives that balance in body, soul and mind, which helps us face the turbulence of day to day living. I love to laugh and each time I hear it lingering in the air about me I realize I am truly a blessed man.

I am most thankful I am a Christian, though a most poor example of one. I am thankful that one night, many years ago, my heart was awakened to the truth that I am a sinner who had rebelled against a holy God. Yet, though a sinner, God’s holy-love provided for me a Savior, Jesus Christ, who paid my sin debt which He didn’t owe but that I could never pay. Embracing Him as Savior, I realize more each day how truly amazing His grace is. It is grace that saves me, keeps me, and will eternally sustain me. I am most grateful for the day He called me unto Himself. I am truly a blessed man.

At Thanksgiving I am most thankful for the privilege of experiencing the blessings mentioned and many more too numerous to list. No matter how lengthy our list it would by no means ever be exhaustive, yet they are blessings that transcend the boundaries of time. We have much for which to be thankful. Our blessings are to be cherished. Our abundant blessings are to spur us to continually lift up hearts of thanksgiving for all we have received from the Lord’s hand.

Did I mention that I am truly a blessed man?

Blessings,

Dr. Dan

IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN

It’s that time again. It’s time for another check-up on Friday, November 21. I covet your prayers. It has been a year since I completed radiation treatments for prostate cancer. This will be my fourth check-up and blood work in a year. I am most grateful that the three previous visits to the doctor my blood work has come back good and I seem be doing appointmentvery well.

You may ask, “If your three previous check-ups have produced good reports and you are feeling well, what is the worry?”

I would be less than honest if I didn’t confess that each time a doctor visit pops up on the calendar I am revisited by those same emotions that welled up inside of me on June 14, 2013. That was the day I hesitantly answered the phone and heard the doctor say, “Rev. Merritt I wish I had better news, but…..” There aren’t words to describe the disbelief, numbness, detachment, and anxiousness that you experience at the moment you hear those life changing words, “You have cancer.”

The paradox of emotions that engulf you as your new journey begins is like riding on a roll-a-coaster. While there is anxiousness, there is a sense of His calming peace. While there is uncertainty, there is a sense of His assurance. While there is detachment, there is a sense of His abiding presence. While there is human weakness, there is a sense of His divine strength. While there is a lack of human sufficiency, His grace is sufficient.

How can one experience such a paradox of emotions all at the same time? I don’t know how, but I am here to tell you that I did and that I do again each time another doctor’s appointment draws near. In my humanness I ponder how the check-up will turn out, in my spirit I know that He is with me and will never leave me or forsake me no matter the result. I have learned that prayer is not me trying to change the mind of God, but me discovering the mind of God for my life and realizing He is at the helm of the ship of my life’s voyage.

Over 44 years ago I trusted Christ as my Savior and while I have failed and made a mess on more occasions than I would like to admit, there is one truth that has remained constant: He has never failed me and He has never been unfaithful to me. My life is in His secure and strong hands, and after the journey I embarked upon almost a year-and-a-half ago I am  more keenly aware of that today than ever before. I am here to tell you, “He is faithful.”

I now see each day as a precious, precious gift. Each sunrise, each moment, is to be treasured. I love life and nothing gives me greater joy than to be used by Him to invest in the lives of others. My desire is to hang around and do that as long as possible, yet all us are only one heartbeat away, only one step away, from eternity. I know that someday, unless the Lord returns, I, as well as you, will find the flower of life wilting before the rays of a setting sun. But here is the difference: if you know Christ as your Savior you can say with David, “Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil for THOU art with me” (Ps. 23:4). The long shadow of our last enemy ever lingers near the paths we walk, but we have the assurance of Christ who proclaimed, “I am the Light of the world. He that walks with Me walks not in darkness” (John 8:12). His Light shines brightly in our darkest night and guides us in all of life and, as well, as we travel beyond the veil of time. O, what a Savior.

While I will anxiously await the report from my blood work following my doctor visit, I will trust and not be afraid, for because of His shed blood on my behalf on Calvary’s Hill I have already received the greatest healing of all – spiritual healing from my trespasses and sins. I may answer the phone with a paradoxical calm yet trembling hand, listening intently as the doctor tells me the results; but the Rock I confidently stand upon will never tremble.

Yes, His grace is more than sufficient.

Blessings,

Dr. Dan

OLD GLORY

As we honor and remember our military on Veteran’s Day I would like to share a poem I wrote a couple of years ago about Old Glory, the American flag, and the cost paid to keep Her flying.AmFlag

OLD GLORY

For over two centuries Old Glory has proudly flown in regal splendor,
Age not diminishing Her beauty nor Her majesty hinder.

Whether rippling amidst clouds or sunlit sky Her voice of liberty ever echoes in the wind,
As She unashamedly displays Her colors for which brave men and women have fought to defend.

The shifting sands of time has not tarnished Her stars and stripes of white,
That gleam with unsoiled purity even amid Her toughest fight and darkest night.

Her stars sparkle brightly upon a background of royal blue –
States united in Brotherhood protecting values that are God given, eternally right and true.

Stripes of red tell of freedoms that with great price have been bought,
By the sweat and blood of those who for Her have so valiantly fought.

Bearing thirteen stripes honoring those original courageous colonies,
Time has proven every foe intent on Her demise engages in futile folly.

While through the years Her dignity has been challenged by abuse, scorn and even desecration,
With unruffled confidence She boldly flies on with fearless determination.

Yet She silently weeps for her detractors who seemingly don’t understand,
The enormous sacrifices that have been made for Her to remain unfurled throughout our land.

But as long as there are those who heroically defend Her and of Her cost respectfully remember,
Old Glory will continue to proudly fly in all Her regal splendor.

Blessings,

Dr. Dan

AN EXAMPLE IN PERSISTENT COURAGE

For 40 years I have had the wondrous privilege to help coach high school distance runners. I have seen all types of runners over the years. Some commit themselves to being the best they can be and go on to win many awards and accolades. Some will give a half-hearted effort and achieve some level of success but not what they could have. Some are social athletes who simply come out because they desire to be part of a close knit group. Some will try it for a while and for various reasons quit. Regardless of those I have coached, I trust they all have learned to some degree that the principles of commitment and dedication they gained from running will in the future serve them well in other areas of their lives. RegMidWXC 023

While I think I can recall almost every runner I have ever coached, every once in awhile one will come along that makes a lasting impression upon me because they exhibit a character, attitude and that extra “something” that distinguishes them from others. My list of those types of runners has grown over forty years but is still a most exclusive club. As another cross country season has come to a close one young lady whose name has been added to that list is Elkin’s Madeline Carter. On Saturday she ran her last cross country race as a Buckin’ Elk. In the five years I have coached her she has been a consistent example in persistent courage.

I first began working with Madeline in the eighth grade. She showed much promise in winning the Middle School Conference title in the mile. I looked forward to her entering high school. She quickly showed great promise, finishing 11th at the 2011 cross country state championships; only one place from earning All-State honors. It wasn’t long after that it seemed physical misfortune constantly visited her. Over her four years of high school running she has experienced, just to name a few, growing pains that made running at times agonizing, there were stress fractures, hip difficulties, plantar fasciitis, shin splints, anemic, knee problems, IT band syndrome, bursitis, mitral valve prolapse, and no doubt other issues that she never even told me about.

She often suffered in silence. She never wanted to be one to complain, so she often kept these maladies to herself until I would at last ask her if she was ok. She has always been reluctant to say anything as she did not want it to appear she was trying to get out of a workout. While there are those who will complain at the first twinge of uncomfortableness and look for a reason to stop or even quit, Madeline would fight through her myriad of physical ailments and continue to train and race. There was no quit in her.

The cross country season just ended she ran with mitral valve prolpase, which made her feel like she was having a heart attack while running, and with IT band syndrome/bursitis that made her feel at times if her hip was coming out of the socket…but run she did. I saw her run races with one hand on her heart and another on her hip…but run she did. There was never any doubt she would give me her best effort. She was an example of persistent courage.

This fall she played a significant role in leading the girl’s XC team to winning the MVAC Conference Championship and helped the team qualify for the state meet for the third time in the last four years. In her last cross country race Saturday it was obvious she was running in pain with every step she took…but run she did. Nothing could keep her from not running and finishing. Her courage and commitment would not let her do otherwise. While on a slippery and muddy course that made her hip pain worse, she finished like the winner she is. At the finish line we both embraced, both of us shedding tears. They were not tears of what could have been, but what was accomplished because of persistent courage.

In four years of cross country for Elkin High School she was four-time MVAC All-Conference, two-time Midwest All-Region, once All-State, and qualified for the state meet ALL four years. She ends her cross country career as the school record holder for the 5K with a time of 19:39. For four years she has been an example of persistent courage.

Running is a microcosm of life. One’s attitude and reaction to setbacks and obstacles that often occur in sports, is an indicator of how one will react to setbacks that will without doubt occur in future areas of life. And occur they will. One who displays persistent courage in the face of adversity will go far in life and achieve much success.

We can learn a lesson from Madeline’s courageous persistence, never give up no matter the odds against you or how difficult things may look. Persistent courage is the key. Keep working and be determined in your heart that no matter how difficult or high the hurdle we find ourselves facing, with the Lord’s help, we will succeed and obtain victory if we stay “at it” and stay persistent. Persistent courage in the face of detours is the road that will lead to great rewards. Don’t those victories taste sweeter anyway?

Be courageous my friend; don’t give up for rewards await those who are persistent. And I am thankful I know someone who I am privileged to watch set such an example. May her tribe increase.

Blessings,

Dr. Dan