Happy Knew Your!


This title is neither my lack of spell check nor the ornery slip of a smart phone word substitution, but rather  an intentional play on words.

A reminder, as we ride into the new year, return to our real work world from recent celebrations, or recall yesterdays hopeful resolutions.

He knows you still and your real life challenges, even feels the pain of those who were totally unable to celebrate the holidays because of an ailing spouse or some other grievous reality; the case with a dear friend who’s beloved is gripped by cancer.

This post is to him and to those whom I don’t know, who possibly like me 40 years ago, now endure the stabbing grief of a divorce or other life loss.  I then had little hope of a real future, and worse, surrounded by friends with few answers…but God knew.

January 3,1973 He suddenly changed everything in my life and now on this 2nd day of January 2012, I celebrate the 63rd birthday of a wonderful wife whom I married on December 23, 1973, thirty-eight years ago.  As well, today I celebrate with a 30-year-old daughter whom in 1970 would have seemed an impossibility in my pain, only another dream lost.

But He knew! Yes, God knew my life before I was formed in my mother’s womb, even knew me before He formed my mother!  Psalm 139:1-18.

He knew you and your’s as well.

Happy Knew Your, He knows your life and holds your dreams!

He is with me when I awake the day after New Year and with you… still (18).

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Pearls of Great Price


For several days now I have been pondering where our culture is headed, one driven by pluralism, political correctness and attempts to accommodate our growing population on this ever “shrinking” globe.  Driving some of my concern is the growing debate around spiritual reality and the deafening cacophony of voices emerging from radical fundamentalists, both Christian and others; even a rebirth of atheism is afloat and now, a new word that defines our attempts at tolerance, “faitheism.”

What is reality when it comes to the spiritual?  Is the concept of spirit some fabrication by those possessing the “God-gene,” the majority of others living entirely in a secular reality now threatened by the many conflicting religions, most of those  perceived as defying true science?  Can culture continue to allow “those religious, driven by the fears of personal unknowns,” to jeopardize peace and prosperity?  Once that corner is turned, will morality then shift as well, “prosperity” and freedom from religion becoming more important than respect for life and liberty itself?  That my friend is the intellectual aperture that accommodates religious persecution and genocide among those once thought civil!  Should I mention the Holocaust?

How does one who respects the right of religious expression, esteems the process of scientific thinking, yet harbors true moments of personal “divine revelation”, cope in today’s culture?  That, my friend, is who I am.

Science is too real to ignore, but too theoretical to buy as absolute, especially if one has experienced paranormal moments unexplained by generally accepted scientific law.  On the other hand, religion alone has its own absurdities, even among those of my own Protestant faith.  The latter strike me as bizarre each time I gather with well-educated people who sit silently in aged pews until instructed; those same people then offer up songs of “worship” that hold no reality other than revered tradition.  Funerals are often the most bizarre, as humans collide with a certainty too difficult to manage, unless one accepts the fallback position of religion.

Is religion bad?  No indeed for many would otherwise perish in life’s struggles.  As well, what is it about this universal need among humans that begs religion, man’s attempt to reach to a Higher Being than themselves?  Even among Atheists an impassioned desire to disprove takes on its own religious fervor!  Does that universal trait not demand some credibility, or is religion nothing more than the opiate that atheists propose, science being the only methodical definer of reality, and religion mere folklore?

Now I come to the crux of my own struggle, explaining the spiritual realities of my personal life experience, especially those occurring outside traditional religious worship.  If I remain too silent have I too been less than scientific?  Would ignoring my compelling need to share my own discoveries and revelation of a Higher Being, be as wrong as a respected physician, who outside institutionally accepted means, discovers a cure for deadly disease yet never shares that breakthrough, for fear of rejection by other professionals?

Revelation takes one to a dimension of reality that does not exist otherwise and yet, often is based on intangible and irreplicable evidence.  Revelation can therefore be discounted as religious and thus debatable at times, but so has been the course with science for centuries, though that debate has not stopped nor has our progress with understanding universal laws.   I cannot ignore evidence, the miraculous circumstances of my life, well beyond my control, and if beyond my control, by whom was it controlled?

How has my life been preserved in numerous close calls, even a head on collision in which one car passed through another?  Now I have surely exposed myself and my wife, for she was driving!  How was 75 year old Leonard Sykes awakened from a coma instantaneously, sitting up in his bed in the Lexington Hospital, the first words out of his mouth, “The Lord’s come over me” when his already grieving wife posed the question?  How did that happen on the same day as a young man, ill experienced, awkwardly entered a hospital room, not out of affection for Leonard only, but out of obedience to a “voice” that morning, “If you will pray for Leonard, I will heal him?”  Leonard was found greeting and shaking hands with others just a few days later at a local prayer breakfast!

How did I end up in 1997 on a 24th floor windowed, corner perch in a downtown office, twenty years after hearing a voice that promised I would see a city impacted by the gospel, then  in no way positioned to become a minister of the gospel, let alone a mayor.

How do I explain the coincidence of the property manager of that building dropping by my church office uninvited, a day after and within the same hour that the voice spoke again, “Tomorrow about this time, I will open the windows of heaven?”  That phrase was so congruent with a vision of an open window which I experienced as a child!  Even, the weekend before I would be required to offer payment for the use of that same office, after some two years of gratuity and a recent management change, I was forewarned by “the voice” though visiting a friend on the other side of the nation in an unrelated environment.  Sure enough, that Monday afternoon, an agent of the new management group dropped by my office to break the news!

Do I remain silent about these phenomena for fear of loss of position in my community at a time when our nation’s culture is shifting drastically?  As well, will the “truth” behind my openness be discounted by the failures of my own life, more untimely and intemperate words than actions, and worse yet, I misrepresent the One whom I know as the Christ?

Can I best serve my community as an outspoken and ardent believer or continue as a relatively silent public servant?  There seems little room for both in a much politicized and pluralistic nation.  Yet, there seems less hope if we continue this downward spiral, so easily predictable when one reads the history of our once religious motherland.  We also, may be the last bastion of freedom, known now for over 200 years, though “liberty and justice for all” has not always been the case when good men fail to act.

“Pearls of great price” has new meaning.

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Christmas, When God Bought the Zoo


There are few things I enjoy more than processing my early morning thoughts on a day not overly planned.  Maybe I am too self-absorbed?  However, these moments provide the luxury of thinking out loud (actually through my fingers) within the beautiful silence that come with each new day.  My wife is usually still in bed as I begin, but awake by the time I post, for I often have her proof my communication before going public.  She is my best critic and I should listen to her more often!

Each morning, I click on the coffee and turn off the alarm (sometimes this step provides a real “wake-up” call for my neighbors), then head out the driveway to retrieve the orange plastic wrapped treat we know as the Journal.  Most of its information I have already read on line, but the habit persists; although I must confess, I was somewhat overly stimulated and earlier in my retrieval the first few mornings after the election.

Immediately after reading the Journal, comes my progressive read through the Bible, followed by devotionals by Oswald Chambers and others.  From there and before heading to my computer, I retreat to my favorite place of prayer, in the fresh awe of my daily adventure with a God.  He is so intimate, yet beyond finding out; though now fully revealed in the Christ of Christmas.  So personal, that He faithfully meets with me each morning as we literally converse and reason together, even about political questions and the greater good!  Yet now 40 years into our conversation, He is never exhausted by my inquiries, nor offended by the range of my questions; and I am always stretched beyond my last visit in prayer.

Last evening we celebrated our 38th wedding anniversary with somewhat of a spending spree: a movie and a delicious seafood meal at Bonefish.  By comparison to some, we could be called fiscally conservative, a real fit for Clemmons!

This morning I continued to ponder the spiritual nuances that moved my wife and I to tears in what up front seemed only a silly movie, “We Bought a Zoo.”  Such a depiction of humanity: from the tragic loss of a spouse, the serendipity that comes from a fresh start, the giftedness and creativity that comes out of childhood trauma, and yes, even our deep affection for lesser species.

You see, in our fallen state we have created our own zoos, our own “enclosures.”  Cameron Crowe by use of subtle nuance illustrates this truth and many more.   Matt Damon and cast build a story around a deceased spouse who remarkably saw beyond her own life and made provision (circus money) for her husband’s dreams and others.  A young zoo keeper, whose team excels at their mission while of course challenging regulatory authority, finds her true love only after sacrificing her earliest years for a few threatened species, “caged” 9.2 miles from the nearest Target store!

A rebellious teenager is almost lost to traditional public education, after his artistic dark side is exposed by the painful and premature loss of his mother.  This redeemed talent soon provides the theme for re-launching the zoo and holds hope secure through the last hurdle of a potentially rained out opening day.  As always, romance and love wins in the end, kept alive throughout the movie by a darling kid sister and the puppy love of a preteen girl.

Why this movie at this season?  From a secular and more cynical perspective, Crowe understands market.  It’s Christmas, hearts are tender and hope is high!  Yet, possibly Christmas is a God thing, opening our cage doors each year to the possibilities held deep in our hearts by our Creator?  His gift was much more than circus money, and our possibilities are now unlimited.

Merry Christmas to the zoo!

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My Christmas Miracle


Thirty-eight years ago God gifted me with the crowning piece of His reconstructive plan for my life.  The Cornerstone of course came on January 3, 1973; it too was the result of a Christmas season, though one spent in a dark place, the result of three years of grief and confusion that I need not go into.  That January night, I walked into my Dad’s house and through his prayers was welcomed back to my heavenly Father’s “place.”  Redemption came into my life, setting off another journey that has been almost magical.

You see, as I later shared my January story at a dinner table with a teacher friend, shortly after returning to the classroom from our Christmas break, the story expanded even more and an eleven month journey began, which culminated in a wedding on December 23, 1973.  This day marks my 38th anniversary with that friend.  Through many dangers toils and snares we have already come, but grace…the beauty of marriage.

This journey has drawn us closer as friends; we have grown up together; weathered life and enjoyed a provision that neither of us fully accomplished.  We have watched God’s generosity unfold as we have been stretched personally and professionally while honoring God’s great benevolence toward us with full service to others.  I say this not out of arrogance but to give honor to the one who has enabled that service.

What a gift a help mate is, who will encourage even when the sacrifices they encourage cost them the most.  What a gift, when their labor behind the scenes too often goes unrecognized, with some of the dreams they hold dear, being lost to better platform the life of the one to whom they are wed.

Now thirty-eight years later, my wife’s gift continues after countless hours spent alone during degree programs and career changes; special days forgotten in the rush of obligations to others, some naively overplayed by youthful ambition and the thought of “getting ahead.”  The grace of her vital reinforcement when stamina was gone and future threatened by present failures.  “Two are better than one and three cords are not easily broken,” the beauty of Christ in a marriage; and in my case, a Christmas Miracle.

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The Morning after Planet Earth


This strange title came to me as I opened my heart to write this a.m.  I look forward to my early morning, post devotional processing; and at times, am pleased with outcomes that often begin as bizarre as this a.m. entry.  We’ll see?

The title is a possible carryover from the time I had to myself last night.  Holiday Chek-mix in hand (my wife is a phenomenal snack creator at Christmas; the Achilles’ heel of my physical trainer, Josh), I watched three hours of Planet Earth videos.  Amazing stuff: from pre-historic volcanic activity and undersea life, to Emperor Penguins.

At times I am challenged by the distance between scientific explanations and religious dogma; challenged not because of religion versus science, for neither have a handle on truth, though both are means toward truth.  The challenge is not truth but man’s attempt to convey truth, whether of Physics or God and Creation.  My dilemma as well are the many treasured moments of my own reality, when the meta physical presence of God has been so tangible with prophetic outcomes now far outnumbering my own doubts, after 63 years of journey with God.

My somewhat cynical observations of mankind in the fields of education (20 years), science (I do have a now “ancient” biology degree), religion (40 years), community politics (a three term mayor) and the too often awkward leadership blunders of the well-meaning in my life, to include myself, still pale in significance to my private moments with God.

I know what it is to hear God’s voice, though so many theologians even deny the possibility.  I have seen the promises parlayed with that voice come to pass despite my failures and sin-laden choices.  I have felt the consequences of my choices, watched their alignment with the principles of scripture; a reinforcement that those scriptures are enduring and relevant.  Yet, with each failure found the favor and grace of a loving God, a friend that sticks closer than a brother; and I have one of the best of brothers.

I am now witnessing a transformation in churches as they are forced to reach out to their communities or suffer the peril of the current global financial crisis.  Yes, the 2007 word, “My Church is in foreclosure” I believe to have been from God and His Christ.  Not a harsh word but as stern as any caring CEO (and there are such animals) could offer.  Foreclosure is simply the rightful repossession of property, leveraged in partnership so that dreams could be launched, while managed by those who have already overcome the hurdles that surely arise when risk is taken.  He has overcome, even the grave!

“I saw a scroll (technically a deed) in the right hand of the One Seated on the Throne. It was written on both sides, fastened with seven seals. I also saw a powerful Angel, calling out in a voice like thunder, ’Is there anyone (a near-kinsman) who can open the scroll, who can break its seals?’

There was no one—no one in Heaven, no one on earth, no one from the underworld—able to break open the scroll and read it.

I wept and wept and wept that no one was found able to open the scroll, able to read it. One of the Elders said, ‘Don’t weep. Look—the Lion from Tribe Judah, the Root of David’s Tree, has conquered. He can open the scroll, can rip (love the language “rip”) through the seven seals.’

So I looked, and there, surrounded by Throne, Animals, and Elders, was a Lamb, slaughtered but standing tall. Seven horns he had, and seven eyes, the Seven Spirits of God sent into all the earth. He came to the One Seated on the Throne and took the scroll from his right hand. The moment he took the scroll, the Four Animals and Twenty-four Elders fell down and worshiped the Lamb. Each had a harp and each had a bowl, a gold bowl filled with incense, the prayers of God’s holy people. And they sang a new song:

Worthy! Take the scroll, open its seals.

Slain! Paying in blood, you bought men and women,

Bought them back from all over the earth,

Bought them back for God.

Then you made them a Kingdom, Priests for our God,

Priest-kings to rule over the earth.”

Rev. 5:1-10 (MSG)

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The Work Begins First in the Leader


The last few weeks have provided such personal “aHa” moments as I continue to regroup and allow God to reconstruct my leadership capacity.

All this years I have been about challenging others; well guess whose time it is?  This is not about me confessing that everything I have done has been wrong, for much I still contend was God at work through me.  If that sounds arrogant, I am simply expressing what I as a Christ follower have been led to believe.  God does work through us and daily grace “up-leads” our life.  Up-leading came as a new word this week, and expressed to me the quality of leadership that lifts the lids on others so that a systemic growth occurs within one’s personal universe or community. Sometimes this may feel chaotic and painful.

However, for true change to occur, seasons of leader adjustments must also occur.  That is, the leader him/herself is required to step to a new level.  That can come in two forms, an internal awareness that moves us to self-selected growth or a moment of stumbling into our blind spots, where grace affords one to fail forward!

This is not false humility, nor being “too hard on my-self (as friends often comment), but addressing a real dynamic that I know personally to have occurred in my life multiple times, in my case about every 5-6 years.

The beauty is that, with every cycle, there have always been new dimensions of opportunity soon to follow; thus the excitement, the delight of leadership.  Painful at first, but renewing when one is flexible and willing to allow providence to take its full course.

My physical trainer always demands that last set of push-ups, maxing out my limits but expanding my muscle memory, toward a day that this same series of repetitions becomes painless and my present goals exceeded.

Leadership development so correlates to the physical!

Corporate and organizational growth also requires stretch moments, necessary if change is to be institutionalized and sustainable.  Thus you better understand my constant press within both the community and the Body of Christ during these pivotal moments in our great nation.

I trust this most recent “lid-lifting” in my own life adds value to my own community.

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Perspective


Pain and failure so beautifully produce perspective…the threatening shadow of death that would often doom our dreams is merely our myopic viewpoint of the broad and ample covering of His protective wings.

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