More Than Today

Ever find yourself wanting to learn more to stretch your mind and get out of the rut of a life that everyday living can bring? You want to have more to talk about with others and even more, you just want to have more in your head to feel you aren’t just being stagnant with your own education or ideas. There is actually a pretty simple solution to this. Books. I’m not talking about books you don’t care about and books someone else thinks you should read. I’m talking about all kinds of books that you have heard about but never bothered to read. You have been too busy and how could you possibly take time to read for fun and to stretch yourself on a variety of topics. Once again let me say it. There is a very simple solution to this. Books. But don’t read them, listen to them. Use some of the time that you have to yourself to listen to a good book of fiction, a classic book you always wondered about but never bothered to read, or a book on a topic of interest to you now. ...

I remember when I was a Sophomore in High School adjusting to the school district having reassigned high school students from Victory to Franklin High School. I had gone to Victory from fifth grade through ninth grade and had such great friends there and then the districts merged and we had to go by bus 25 miles each way because there was a bridge out along the way. 50 miles each day on the bus with friends from my old school and then thrust into the mix of students from Franklin High School. It wasn’t my choice. I was reassigned. Then in the middle of my Junior year of High School after only being there for a year and a half my Dad was reassigned from one church he pastored to another, from a village to a town. We only moved a half dozen miles or so but it was a different school district, Grove City, and once again I was displaced. It was my third high school and I was with people I didn’t know at all. It wasn’t my choice. I had been reassigned schools because my Dad was reassi...

Today, October 2, you would have been 96 years old. We would have talked about how close you were getting to being one century old and we would have eaten cake and had balloons and laughed and I would have told you how much I loved you. You would have smiled and kissed me as I bent to kiss you and give you a hug and feel yours in return. Instead of getting close to a century-old you left before reaching a half-century. 49 just wasn’t old enough especially since I only knew you 22 of those years. When I last saw you I didn’t recognize you because you looked so old and frail in that hospital bed. We didn’t know that I would be the last one to see you alive. I would have stayed longer if I just would have known. And I know you would have stayed longer if you could have. I’ll never forget that last summer when I was home and wishing I wasn’t, wishing I was still with my friends from college where I had just graduated but instead I was home with you and Dad. I felt so alone ...

Yesterday I decided to go through paper files. I don't have a lot of them any more but I started in a little and then ended up keeping going. I have pictures and cards of/from my family and those were fun to see. I found poetry and music from myself and others. I have an Affirmation file that my good friend Jim Moss, Sr. advised me to start years ago. In that I read cards and notes and letters  from people over the years who affirmed me. I admit it, it was good to get those when they first arrived over the years and great to have now to remember the good times and good people. From Findlay Workshop I have 25 years of schedules, my very first name tag I got (1965), a few pictures, and even a couple of letters I wrote to myself when we did that on the Thursday night. All those in one file and lots more memories in my heart. I have original manuscripts of songs I wrote mostly by hand. And now...poems, letters, sermons, and more by my Dad. Lots of favorite files but one that at l...

I was listening to a book the other day and the author suggested that a good way to actually engage in conversation with people who have different ideas than ours is to say, "of course, I could be wrong." It really struck me, something that I would have to keep thinking about and seeing how I felt about that. What would it mean if on any issue on which I have an opinion, obviously thinking that I am correct, that I would express myself and also say, "of course, I could be wrong." If I were on the receiving end of that phrase wouldn't I be glad that they were open to that possibility and wouldn't it draw me in more to a real discussion? The problem is that I can get very opinionated. Oh, I may cover that up better than some (or most, if I really am expressing my opinion here ;) but I still have deeply held thoughts that have become very important to me. I think I 'm right and so that means that others are wrong. We need to have right and wrong beliefs,...

Five years ago, March 2010, God showed me that we should plant churches in North Carolina.   Not knowing anyone there, I posted an ad on Craigslist which remained unanswered for 16 months. No one responded, not even a bad candidate. Not even a response trying to sell me something. Nothing at all. I had one person as my prayer partner on this. Then I reposted it in July 2011. That time I began to get responses immediately. I often think about, what if I had not posted it again? What if I had just let the idea go? No one responded and only a couple of people knew I had even thought about this so it would have been easy to think of it as just one idea that didn't work. Sometimes it takes time and I am so thankful I didn't let it go. By September of that year, 2011, several of us went to Raleigh and began to meet and interview possible church planters. Meanwhile I kept working as Worship Pastor in Dover, Pennsylvania at Friendship Community Church. At that point I started taki...

Today I am packing again. Seems like I just got home from a vacation trip a few days ago...and before that a trip south...and before that... Anyway, I do like to travel and I like to help people who help people fall in love with Jesus...over and over. I am one of those people who continually falls in love with Jesus and am so thankful for his love for me. So tonight I will fly out of Baltimore Washington International airport, BWI, to Charlotte, North Carolina. Today is the  start of a 12 day trip, ( it would be a minor trip for Justin Meier   , a close by trip for Don Dennison and Ben Tobias and Caleb and Christina Acosta. And yes, I will pack it all in one suitcase. The memories from this trip will fill more than the biggest of suitcases. The friendships, the conversations, the laughs, the sometimes difficult discussions...and trying to be true to Jesus through it all. I am far from perfect. And I am so in wonder that God would use a person like me to impact the w...

Lately I have been walking a lot of evenings while listening to audio books on my phone. I enjoy the exercise, saying hello occasionally to people along the way, and I notice the sky a lot more than I used to do. Sometimes I stop and take pictures along the way and then pick up my pace as I head forward. One book that I have been listening to is Bonhoeffer, Pastor, Martyr, Prophet, Spy: A Righteous Gentile vs. the Third Reich by Eric Metaxas. Dietrich Bonhoeffer was a German who was a Christian in the early 1900's until his death in 1945. There is much to learn about him from studying his life as would be the case with all of us I suppose. Finding out how I grew up in the home of Lester and Louise Thornton with Rosalyn and David as siblings would show a lot about some of the way that I am. Hearing my Dad tell a joke, a pun, would certainly make a person stop and realize where I got it from. Biography just shows us things, it is not good or bad. It just points out what happen...

about.me/richthornton One morning on Facebook someone posted: "I rejoice in following your  statutes  as one rejoices in great riches. I meditate on your precepts and consider your ways." Psalm 119:14-15. When I read the word  "statutes"  I saw  "statuses " instead. It was the "Facebooking" of the scripture I suppose.  I then thought about it and it is true that "I rejoice in following your  statuses,  God, as one rejoices in great riches." God has a new post every morning, and all through the day he posts  again and again...inviting us to read them and rejoice in following them. May I not only see/read/acknowledge the statuses of God today but may I rejoice in following them.  May I meditate on God's precepts (commandments, instructions, orders intended as an authoritative rule of action) and consider the ways of God.  When I do this, my life will be enriched beyond measure.  Doing this long enough ...

Graduations are popping up all around these days. Speeches are made and students are encouraged. Here is the speech my oldest daughter Rosie gave to her classmates eight years ago at a Baccalaureate service. Interesting to think of all the paths the various graduates have gone down since then but these words still ring true. You can never know all that will happen to you but you don't have to face anything alone. Truth.

I woke up one day this week and checked my email on my phone and saw that an   article had been posted about me. I knew it was coming, had even provided information for it, but it still made me smile to see it. It announces my new position as Associate Director of Church Planting. Some have told me that it is a step up from my current job, kind of like a promotion. I am quick to say that there is nothing more important than leading worship, which is what I do as Worship Pastor now and will continue to do through Easter, juggling both jobs. I don't think of this as a promotion. It is different. It has different responsibilities. I will be traveling a lot and visiting with our current church planters and looking for more. It does excite me to be able to do this since I value church planting so much and have made it a priority in my life for quite awhile now. But I will miss the every week opportunity to share with friends at Friendship Community Church in worship. I will...

I noticed that a friend of mine had his Facebook account hacked recently. It made me start thinking about the things that might be put as my status posts that if you knew me and you saw them there, you would know my account had been hacked. What would they be for you? What things if someone saw them with your name on them, your friends would just know they weren't from you and know that your account was hacked? I am also wondering if the same thing could be associated with our credit cards? The companies will often contact you if you have purchased something somewhere that is out of context for you. Before we traveled to Tanzania this summer we contacted the banks and credit card companies to tell them so that they would not shut us down when purchases were showing up there. What purchases would be out of character for me that a friend would know I hadn't made. And a scarier thought? What statuses are there and what purchases do I make that are out of character with my tr...

For those of us who struggle with "marketing" the church in order to reach more people for Jesus, these words may prove helpful...or at least food for thought. They come from a book I am reading that is made up of prayers and then after the prayers the author reflects on the topic of the prayer. One of the most helpful parts of this for me is not just about marketing, but about what the kingdom of God was meant to be even before Jesus came and what it had become. Makes me wonder what the kingdom has become in our hands today. "No one has ever provided a better example of marketing than Jesus did. He inherited a situation in which his movement, the kingdom of God on earth, had been taken over by small-minded legalists who had reduced its majestic principles to a rigid set of codified behaviors. Its inspiring orientation toward the future had become a stultifying preoccupation with history and tradition. Its singular focus on right relationships with people and with God...

Wondering today, just wondering not worrying. I will still be able to buy food, gas, clothes, pay the mortgage payment, give money to the church and others. I may still face health or job issues along the way as does happen in life. Friends will laugh at my jokes, or wish I would get a sense of humor. Strangers will pass me by and not even see me, as I them too many times. Others will not have the same opportunities as I do because of their own choices or many of them because of no fault of their own but where they were born and the family they were born into. Sharing love with others will be just as difficult as ever but still necessary regardless of someone's life experiences, passions, or personality.  The world has not ended. My failures are still the ones to be confessed instead of looking to blame someone else. My selfishness still keeps someone else from eating today or having a place to live. My smile can still light upon an unsuspecting person and brighten t...

Myself (left), my sister Rosalyn, and my brother David in 1957. Sometimes throughout my life when I have been asked why I continue doing Pastor/ministry jobs for a living I have said, "It's who I am." While reading this morning I was reminded that is not true. Being a Pastor is not "who I am." Who I am is a child of God. Me, Rich Thornton, a child of God. You too, whatever you do for a living, whatever your role in or out of your family, and every other task you take on in life, who you are is a child of God.

It was Tuesday morning, June 8, 2010.  I got up to see my daughter Emily before she headed off to school for her next to the last day of high school.  She had finals and was studying before driving to school.  I didn’t want to miss these last few mornings with her before high school ended for her so I was up to talk with her, pray with her, and see her out the door to school. After she left, I headed out the back door to walk around the track at Lehr Park that is in my backyard.  That morning I listened to music on my mp3 player and had a variety of thoughts sifting through my head.  After three laps of the track, a total of a mile and a half, I went home, picked up the daily newspaper and got out my keys to go inside and get ready to head to work. It was then that I discovered that I had the wrong keys.  I had the keys to get in the church shed but not the keys for the house.  So I rang the doorbell and knocked for awhile in hopes that my s...

I remember back to when my children started school each day. Most of those years my wife went to work earlier and I was the one who got them up and made sure they were fed and prepared for school. Before Rosie started school I remember thinking about how people were saying how bad it was that prayer was taken out of school. Yes, "in my day" there was prayer in school.  We recited The Lord's Prayer each morning in homeroom until one year when it wasn't permitted any more. Regardless of the importance of having teachers, who may not even believe in Jesus, lead classes in praying a prayer, it just isn't done any more. Yes, there is a time of silence and that is a good thing to prepare for the school day. But I decided that whether there was a time of silence, when I hoped my children would be quiet and even say their own silent prayer, or not and whether there should be a prayer recited out loud, that I would pray with them each morning and read the Bible with t...

I am thankful for thunder. Not long ago I walked to lunch, walked back, and started working again in my office. In just a bit I heard thunder. It got my attention...because the windows on my car were down some to cool it off. The thunder warned me so that I could go out and put the windows up. Just in time...then the rains poured and poured. Sometimes I need to be more thankful for the warnings, the thunder, the things that get my attention that I better change, get moving, push on...or I will be sitting in a mess. There are enough messes that I cannot avoid...best to hear the thunder and act and avoid the potential messes that I can.

While in Raleigh the other day I was blessed by many things that people said and one came to mind today. My friend Justin Meier  said, after I had shared that I had planted a church that had ended and I felt like a failure in some ways, that my experience there played a part in the movement in Raleigh beginning. I appreciated his words not only because of their kindness, but because of their truth. We learn a lot from the things that don't go well and the point is to keep listening to God and trusting Him by just keeping on and seeing where He leads, even to helping to birth a church multiplication movement in Raleigh and throughout the southeastern area of the USA. I am glad that God cares more about us than about what we do for Him, while taking who we are and leading us to touch lives for Jesus far beyond ourselves and our own abilities.