tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50857785756836376102024-03-19T17:05:10.097-05:00Pastor's DeskOpen Door Bible Churchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15941543633483529198noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-81258222492657943082021-12-04T19:37:00.000-06:002021-12-04T19:37:11.697-06:00&nbsp;THE VIEW FROM MARS HILLWhen the Apostle Paul stopped by Areopagus Coffee in Athens, he was favorably impressed. While the baristas there all sported the logo of Mars, Roman god of war, these people were at least spiritually aware. They had posters of all sorts of gods and goddesses. They even had one, picturing a tall red cup, reserved for “the unknown God.” They were celebrating, but Open Door Bible Churchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15941543633483529198noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-89619738560024990802021-02-26T14:36:00.001-06:002021-02-26T14:36:09.924-06:00THE 2021 REAL MEN'S CHILI COOK-OFFThe 2021 Real Men's Chili Cook-off is Sunday, February 28, 6pm, in our fellowship hall. Have your entries available by 5:30pm, gentlemen. Competition is always fierce, so bring your best effort. The winner will take home the coveted Silver Spike "You Nailed It!" trophy along with bragging rights.&nbsp;Ladies, please bring fixings that go with chili--crackers, cheese, chips, and desserts.Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-53363627550871155552021-02-19T11:45:00.001-06:002021-02-19T11:59:15.204-06:00SNOWY DAY SAMARITANSYesterday, 17 February 2021, a friend's vehicle was stuck in the snow three blocks from my house. (Such things rarely happen in Memphis!) As I was booking it through the snow to help, a guy passing by on Tutwiler stopped and gave me a ride. Five minutes after his call, my buddy was already getting help from a dude in a really big pickup. A second total stranger was standing nearby just in case heGary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-50256946196574268592020-12-25T09:48:00.001-06:002020-12-25T09:48:29.132-06:00FACEBOOK CHRISTMAS 2020This year, Facebook chose to go fully literal on the opening two words of the carol Silent Night. There was nothing of the worldwide celebration worthy of mention. Hannukah got a half dozen backgrounds for posts featuring dreidels or menorahs, but nothing of Immanuel’s birth popped up behind the rainbow box that had, I assume, nothing to do with Noah and the flood. Oh, if you dug deep you could Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-54819402291395818882020-09-29T13:10:00.000-05:002020-09-29T13:10:19.443-05:00WHAT STANDS THE TEST OF TIME?There is something startling and therapeutic and spiritually significant about closing the estate of someone who’s died. The deceased always manages to leave behind a bunch of stuff. Sometimes family members and others fight over who gets next dibs on the chore of dragging some item through life. Grandfather’s grandfather’s clock must be passed along. Or sold at auction. Often there’s a pile of Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-38355670004827078232020-08-31T08:37:00.000-05:002020-08-31T08:37:42.964-05:00WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS YOUR NAME&nbsp;I never watched the old TV show Cheers, but I was always attracted to the theme song. Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name. As an 11-year-old kid, I worked at a grocery store next to Harmony Bar. The building was owned by my boss, so I ended up doing some chores on the property. My dad took me there once. I didn't witness a lot of harmony in the darkness of that sad Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-39276572984096870742020-08-07T05:28:00.003-05:002020-09-04T23:10:54.350-05:00WHATEVER HAPPENED TO 2020 VISION?For all the hype back in January about it being a year for clarity and focus, 2020 has turned our best-laid plans into a blur of uncertainties and cancelations. From gathering with friends to our daily work, from finances to graduations, from health concerns to travel plans to sporting events to shortages of items we’ve always taken for granted, who among us has not encountered massive Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-47236281124596939582020-04-17T21:39:00.000-05:002020-04-17T21:41:19.199-05:00Lessons From Wuhan: Recalculating As We Emerge From CoronavilleThere’s nothing so disconcerting as driving down the highway listening to a favorite song, only to have the Siri lady w/ the uppity-sounding British accent disrupt with: RECALCULATING! What she REALLY means is: “You are an idiot! You weren’t paying attention, &amp; now you’ve gone off on a wrong path.” I have been thinking a lot this past week about the idea that our God often uses disruption to Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-38663502856890133702020-04-13T08:36:00.002-05:002020-04-13T08:36:28.884-05:00Lessons from Wuhan -- Remember That Easter We All Met Online? -- April 12, 2020 One night as Easter approached during my senior year at Mizzou, Sam stormed into my room and got right in my face. He was a Jewish kid who was pretty tired of hearing about Jesus from the growing number of guys on our floor who had come to faith. Some of them had “One Way” posters on their walls with an index finger pointing up. Not Sam. He had a poster that read: “No Way” …with a different Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-58310102869930215252020-04-13T08:34:00.001-05:002020-04-13T08:34:20.938-05:00Lessons from Wuhan -- Triumphal? -- April 5, 2020 &nbsp;We are going to be looking at The Triumphal Entry in John 12 when we gather on Zoom this Sunday. Traditions of this season will be set aside this time as we “shelter in place.” Seemed a good idea to depart from the Epistle of James for a few weeks in order to focus on why we celebrate Palm Sunday and Easter. I took some time yesterday to explain the meaning of Palm Sunday to a friend from Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-79722693593766617542020-03-28T06:08:00.000-05:002020-04-13T08:37:32.096-05:00Lessons From Wuhan -- Not A Building! -- March 28, 2020 It’s been often pointed out that the church is not a building--WE are the church. The sanctuary is not that big room with pews—We are God’s sanctuary. He dwells in us. Even so, I missed being in the church building last Sunday, and I missed being with all of you in the…auditorium. Sitting at home just didn’t seem right. I wanted to wish Shirley James a happy birthday in person! Something specialGary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-68192486851366054452020-03-28T06:05:00.003-05:002020-04-13T08:38:19.650-05:00Lessons From Wuhan -- Embrace the Challenge -- March 22, 2020 &nbsp;Last Sunday, we were reminded in James 4:13-17 [ http://odbcmemphis.com/podcast/ ] that our best plans are uncertain, life is fragile…and short, and that our God is very much in control. Open Door’s Board of Elders met Monday evening and made the decision to suspend all classes and services for the week. Not meeting together this Sunday (March 22) was a tough decision, but we agreed it wasGary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-38174623181864270042020-02-04T12:21:00.000-06:002020-02-04T12:21:59.647-06:00Seeing As God Sees Reminded this past weekend, once again, of what the family of God looks like. Edwina has been a part of Open Door for a lot of years. In the past four months, she and her husband Lester joined the church, Lester was baptized, and he shipped off to Army boot camp--leaving Memphis right after the burial of his father. As Edwina traveled to Ft. Leonard Wood, MO, to bring him home for Christmas, Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-84010081069297876072019-11-28T08:59:00.000-06:002020-02-04T12:26:39.913-06:00BROADENING HORIZONS Wedding receptions are a curious thing. They are attempts to bring together in celebration those people who are near and dear to the bride and groom. It can seem a curious mix. Some attendees only know either the bride or the groom, so we separate them in the chapel with his friends on one side and hers on the other. As if it were the marriage of Mr. Hatfield to Miss McCoy. The reception can Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-49656029157722705262019-04-19T12:00:00.001-05:002019-04-19T12:00:57.809-05:00The Resurrection Direction in LifeOn this Good Friday, I am thankful that the Lord Jesus Christ presented Himself as the ultimate Passover Lamb who would die for my sins and be raised from the dead. This year Good Friday coincides with another legacy that has benefited my life immeasurably. On April 19, 1995, the Murrah Buiding in Oklahoma City was destroyed, taking with it the lives of two people I did not have the privilege of Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-83348983692097322642018-08-20T10:52:00.003-05:002018-08-20T10:52:42.968-05:00Generational Blessing There are moments when God draws back the curtain of day-to-day life and allows us to see the bigger picture of what He's about. Sunday morning, August 19, was just that. As Ethan and I headed toward the baptistry and we had a few minutes to talk, he smiled. "My dad says you baptized him, too." We stood together as the seven year old gave a clear testimony of his faith in Christ, now a little Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-10674549546970306542018-06-01T10:35:00.000-05:002018-07-31T14:23:06.999-05:00The Malibu and the Motorcycle<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-77472899829222019002017-08-17T21:34:00.000-05:002017-08-17T21:34:00.862-05:00Lessons from CharlottesvilleWhen 9/11 happened, I wished more peaceable Muslims had stated clearly that the actions were evil. Seems obvious enough to me that white separatists are evil. If my stance on this is news to anyone, they really don't know me. But it needs to be said. White supremacy, indeed! Such people reject the idea that every human bears the divine image. They pretend they are better than others. God is Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-39006150220354582672017-05-26T10:35:00.000-05:002019-11-28T09:02:44.990-06:00LEW The unlikeliest of friends, we met along a property line I was never allowed to cross. Eventually our talks occurred through an eight-foot chain link fence topped with swirls of concertina wire. He was born in the shadow of Monteagle,&nbsp; &nbsp; TN; I’m a city boy. He was former military; I never made it past Tenderfoot in Boy Scouts. He sported a big, bushy beard; I struggle to do respectableGary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-26539664713251958942017-03-27T17:35:00.001-05:002017-03-27T17:35:35.934-05:00A Bundle of Answered Prayers Sometimes God allows us to see very direct and wonderful answers to prayer. Sometimes we get to hold them. Two decades of a whole range of prayers—for a nine-year-old kid to come to Christ, to grow in faith, to choose the right college, to make great friends there, to marry the very best of the bunch, to be a loving husband, to survive cancer, to be a godly dad (I could go on, but you get the Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-22793438215649737132016-11-10T11:55:00.001-06:002016-11-10T11:55:45.514-06:00A GIFT FROM CHRIS The past couple of days have awakened a remarkable pile of memories as we said goodbye to our friend, neighbor, extra son. The gift he left behind was this--a reminder of the very unique community God formed over the past couple of decades. Like fish unaware they live in the ocean, it's possible some of us just figured everyone enjoys such an ecosystem of camaraderie. The epicenter may have Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-31549713252749049412016-08-18T07:49:00.002-05:002016-08-18T14:07:50.782-05:00The Greatest of TheseHelen was born in 1921 and lived out her life in a house just a half mile from Open Door. She had no blood relatives. Jimmy Carter was just leaving the White House the last time she attended our fellowship. But over the past more than a few years, I have watched the church be the church. There were untold numbers of meals and check ins and hours of yard work and various home repairs, and at leastGary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-73489161754398171662016-06-14T08:51:00.002-05:002016-06-14T08:51:08.009-05:00Grieving TogetherJust when I've about decided that Facebook brings out the worst in almost all of us--encouraging knee-jerk, reactionary, agenda-driven tirades at every turn--there's this ray of hope. I've actually been (okay, mostly) encouraged as I've followed responses to the Orlando tragedy. To hurt for the people who are hurting and to grieve with those who grieve only demands that I see people as people-Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-90982225830947003612015-11-12T10:21:00.001-06:002018-08-15T12:05:20.839-05:00View from Mars Hill<!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> 0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]> <![endif]--> <!--[if gte mso 10]> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5085778575683637610.post-48738048702404065292015-08-05T07:23:00.002-05:002015-08-05T07:23:20.558-05:00A Time to SpeakSome of you may be tiring of my continuing references to the Planned Parenthood situation. I can only explain that about 26 years ago I was faced with a question: What would I tell my three children and their children when they grew up and asked me what I had done for the unborn during "those dark days" in U.S. history? I cannot apologize to you...without later needing to apologize to them. Gary Starbuckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13605062522268370395noreply@blogger.com0