On May 9, 2011 Dee's ministry at Berea First Baptist Church came to an end and our family began the "Unexpected Adventure" of building a bridge to a new future. Through this blog, we invite you to share this journey with us.

Sunday, March 25, 2012

How Much Have I Lived?


March 25, 2012
7:00 p.m.

As I write these words….

To the year,

To the month,

To the day,

Even to the hour,

I am the very age my father was when he died. 

55 years, 26 days, cerebral hemorrhage at 6:30 p.m.,  pronounced dead at 9:15 p.m.

I hesitate to say anything.  This moment feels very sacred to me. 

But these things I know and want to share. 

Life is a miracle and a mystery.  I can’t begin to fathom why one person lives to be one hundred and another person lives half as long.  But I can see that the most important issue about your life and mine is not how long we live, but how much we live.  The abundant life that Jesus offers has nothing to do with life span and everything to do with making the most of God-given opportunities to be alive: 

To speak a kind word

To stand up for what is right

To break the cycle of revenge and retaliation

To pray

To care about someone enough to cry over them

To pick yourself up from where you’ve fallen and try again

To forgive

To apologize

To be a friend who loves at all times

To share what you have

To love enough to be tough

To name the beautiful things you see in people and in creation

To say “I believe”

To begin again.

If my life ended today, at 55 years and 26 days, as did my father’s,

How much have I lived?

RDV

Monday, February 6, 2012

Survivor

On what turned out to be my last Sunday at Berea First Baptist Church, a dear friend in the congregation sensed that I was hurting and came to the front of the church during the invitation, not to express her own needs, but to minister to mine.  As we talked, she slipped something into my hand.  She said, "This is my survivor bracelet.  I've worn it each day as I've worked through the many challenges of undergoing a liver transplant.  I've walked through that valley now, and I want to give my bracelet to you."  Faye had been my friend for years, going back to my days at Furman, but we had become close during her medical crisis, a valley that became, for her, a medical miracle.  Now, in friendship and kindness, she came forward to share strength with me for the road I soon would travel, a road that would lead me away from a church I served faithfully for twelve years, through the valley of a wounded heart and an uncertain future, to the other side of a new beginning, a new ministry in a new church and a new city.

Since May 2011, this blog has been a way for me to share that experience with all of you.  Thank you for reading and responding.  I think that the time has come for me to close this blog down for a little while and renovate.  I love to write, but I no longer want what I share to focus on the pain of the past and my family's journey through the valley.  I want to look forward and celebrate God's faithfulness, the support of true friends, and the joy of new beginnings.

Inside the bracelet that Faye gave me that fateful Sunday morning are inscribed the words, "I am strong."  I've not felt strong on many days during the past months.  Still, my testimony is that God gives me the strength I need, that His strength is made complete in my weakness.

Adventures like this don't really end.  Every chapter of life is connected to what precedes it and what follows.  But I pray for grace to turn the page, to put the worst of the past behind me, learn its lessons well and live a more abundant life.  I guess I am a survivor.  I hope that you will be one too.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

"Thanks" and "Yes"


Today, I was installed as the ninth pastor of St. Andrews Baptist Church.  At the close of the service, which was one of the most moving spiritual experiences of my life, I shared this response with my new church family.  


Thanks and Yes

A great Christian of a generation ago expressed his vision of the Christian life with these words:

For all that has been—Thanks!

For all that will be—Yes!

Those words express what I want say to all of you on this very happy and very holy day in my life and the life of my family. 

I stand here, in this present moment, look to the past and say,

For all that has been—Thanks!

I thank God, that in His grace and His providence, He gave me the gift of life and has allowed me to be a part of the miracle and mystery of His creation. 

I give thanks for my parents, Orin and Eunice Vaughan, my mom unable to make the trip to Columbia, my father with me in memory and in spirit, who gave me a home at 110 Griffin Drive, and also gave me a spiritual home, a Godly example, and a rich heritage of faith. 

I say “thanks” for Debbie, my sister, and Barry, my brother, with whom I’ve traveled many roads, growing pains, some of our best and worst moments, and the joy of having people in your life who know your story from the start. 

I give thanks today for my home church, the East Park Baptist Church in Greenville, people who, from the cradle, taught me the songs and scriptures of our faith; people who gave me opportunities to take my first stumbling steps toward finding a way to serve God with my life.  If my preaching ever tastes like good cooking to you, give thanks for those who choked down my first attempts. 

I give thanks for teachers who have cheered my on in the life of learning, challenged me to live with purpose, giants upon whose shoulders I’ve climbed to see farther and better into myself and into my world. 

I give thanks today for my friends.  I’ve learned a great deal about friendship this past year.  The treasure of true friendship is revealed in the valleys of life.  These are not the people of easy words and empty promises.  As the Bible celebrates, true friends love at all times.  I hope that I can be the kind of friend that some of the people in this place today have been to me. 

I’m grateful for wonderful churches who have invited me to serve God with them and have taught me, through their flesh and blood example, what being a Christian and a minister really means. 

I thank God today for my three favorite theologians, Elizabeth, Joshua, and Andrew, who have taught me so much about life, about love, and about God.  Not until I saw you, my children, did I begin to understand how lovingly, how joyfully, how proudly God looks upon me as His child. 

I praise God today for Liam, my grandson.  I know how children come into this world, but I’ve come to understand why Liam came to us when he did.  When I needed to hear it most, Liam, like every child, came into this world with the message that the world must go on.  He gave me a beautiful reason to give my life to making this world a place more worthy of beautiful children. 

          God’s greatest gift to me, short of the gift of Himself in Christ, is Linda.  When people compliment me on sermons, I often explain it by saying that the way to be a good preacher is to marry a good writer.  That's not really a joke at all.  Linda doesn’t write my sermons, but every day for the thirty-three years I’ve known her, she’s written upon my heart. She helps me believe in myself and my ministry without taking myself too seriously.  She also saves me from taking God too lightly, as more times than I can count, her prayers have parted some Red Sea and I’ve made it to the other side.  She helps me look at life and faith honestly, refusing to duck the tough questions or deny tough problems.  She reminds me that life is often lost or found in the little things, a smile, a kind word, a telephone call, a surprise from the store, which taken together feed our souls like manna from heaven.  I am a better preacher because I married a good writer—a woman God has used to write words of love and life upon my heart. 

For all of these blessings that make me who I am, I give thanks. 

As I prepared this response, I stumbled into a tough question,

Can you really give thanks for all that has been, for everything that has happened in your life?

Sometimes giving thanks is easy.  Other times, answering the Bible’s call to give thanks in all things is more of a prayer for help and a promise to try. 

“Thank you, God,” is sometimes a leap of faith, the confidence that God is working in ways that go far beyond our ways, that we can, as the scriptures say,

(Proverbs 3:5-6) Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths.

But as I stand here today, just on the other side of a dark valley, I do give thanks. 

I thank God for His grace that has brought me through. 

I thank God for the Parisview Baptist Church, a people who, in their own time of transition, invited me to walk with them and work with them.  They were, for me, the hallway in a spiritual hospital where, after the pain of surgery became real, I could get back on my feet and walk the soreness out of my soul.  Some of them are here today.  I want you to know that I will always cherish you as a people of
grace and a place of healing. 

I can give thanks for those days when I looked into the mirror saw a man who didn’t have a big title or position—just Dee—and learned that he is a pretty good guy. 

I want to show my thanks for all that has been by taking every blessing I’ve received, every lesson I’ve learned, and every wound that’s healed, and dedicate them all to God and to my ministry here as your pastor. 

I also want to look to the future today and say—

For all that will be--Yes!

I want to say “yes” to all that God wants to do in my life, to deepen my understanding, to soften my heart, to sharpen my vision, to bring me to fullness of life, to make me more like Jesus. 

I want to say “yes” to what God wants to do in our family, as we establish a new home in a new city, as we welcome new friends and a new church family into our hearts.

I want to say “yes” to what God wants to do here at St. Andrews Baptist Church, to dream new dreams, to experience the energy and excitement that come with God’s gift of vision, to leave this place on Sundays, not as members who’ve been to church, but as missionaries who go out to be the church, every day and everywhere. 

Thank you, for giving me the great privilege and high honor of becoming the ninth pastor of this great church. 

I ask you to join me in saying to each other and to God,

For all that has been—thanks!

For all that will be—yes!

Friday, January 13, 2012

A Life to Remember and Celebrate


The world takes notice when a person lives for ninety-five years.  When Emily Edwards was born, Woodrow Wilson was President of the United States.  She saw sixteen more presidents after him.  A year before she was born, the union had only 46 states.  She came into the world a decade after the Wright brothers made their first flight and she lived for decades after men walked on the moon.  

We could say a great deal about the changes that Emily saw in her lifetime, but what makes her life a shining example and a heartfelt treasure is what did not change--her character, her faith, her love of life.  We give thanks today for the many years of her life, but even more for the abundant life of her years.  We won’t remember how old Emily was as much as we will remember how amazing she was.  She shaped our hearts.  She changed the world.  

I thank God for my precious friend. 

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Light a Candle of Hope

Today, as I led my final worship service at Parisview Baptist Church, our family had the honor of lighting the first candle on the Advent wreath; the candle of hope.  Andrew, Josh, Linda, and I each had a part to play and had a message we wanted to share.  Parisview has been a place of hope for our family.  Let me share with you what we shared with our dear friends in worship. 

Andrew:  Through the prophet, Isaiah, God made this promise to us, His people:

Those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.

Dee: This is the season of hope.  Today we celebrate the beginning of Advent, the time of year when we remember how God gave us hope by sending Jesus into the world to be our Savior.  That hope is real to all of us who have gathered for worship today.  No matter what pain you’ve suffered.  No matter what obstacles you face.  No matter what questions remain unanswered, you have hope today because of Jesus. 

Linda: God also gives us hope through His people—His people here at Parisview.  Our family came here six months ago, deeply wounded and wondering what our future would hold.  The first day that we walked into the church, we knew that we were in a place of hope.  You loved us.  You listened to us.  You welcomed us and our ministry.  You showed us that church is a good place and that you are truly good people.  Today, as our family comes to the end of our ministry at Parisview, we thank God and we thank you, for giving us the gift of hope.  As we light the hope candle on the Advent wreath, we pray that the light of hope will shine upon you today.

(Light hope candle)

Josh: Let us pray.  We thank you, God, that you are at work in our lives, working to give us hope and a future.  Thank you for the hope that our family has experienced through the love of Parisview Baptist Church.  And I pray that every person here, no matter what his or her need, will be touched and changed by hope today.  We pray this in Jesus’ name.  Amen.  

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Thank You, Parisview

If you've ever had surgery, you know that your first attempt to walk after the procedure can be very painful.  Most often, someone comes to your bedside, helps you up and walks with you as, in spite of the soreness, you take those first steps back into the fullness of your life.

As I prepare to begin a new chapter of my life and ministry, I owe an incalculable debt of thanks to a fellowship of believers who came to me in a time of great pain and helped me take my own first steps back into the fullness of my ministry and my life.

Two weeks after my very painful departure from my former church, I was contacted by David Smith, deacon chairman at Parisview Baptist Church, to ask if I was willing to explore the possibility of helping Parisview through its own time of transition.  I met with the church's deacon ministry and agreed to lead worship for two months.  I didn't want to promise more than that because I wasn't sure that I could deliver.  My soul was sore.  I felt betrayed by a church I'd served for twelve years and had mixed feelings about serving any church after that experience.  On June 5, I took my first painful step back into the ministry.  I preached my first sermon at Parisview, "You Can Begin Again."  The words of that title describe so well the message that the people of Parisview began to preach to me through their actions and their attitudes.  They listened to my story.  They mourned with me.  They praised  the good they saw in me and my ministry.  They prayed with me and for me. They walked with me, each step of the way, as I began to work the soreness out of my soul and reclaim my place in God's family.  We walked together, not for two months, but for five months because, at Parisview, the words "church" and "family" really do belong together. Parisview is a place of grace.

Last Sunday, I preached at St. Andrews Baptist Church in Columbia at the invitation of their pastor search committee.  St. Andrews heard me preach a sermon entitled "Grace Is Enough."  They heard it because Parisview Baptist Church had written that message upon my heart.  Through their ministry to me, grace was enough to heal my heart and renew my strength to serve.  Thank you, Parisview. May God bless you as you have blessed me.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

An Important Family Update


Thanksgiving Comes Early 
for the Vaughan Family

After six very long and trying months, our family is celebrating a wonderful new beginning.  Dee has been called to serve as Senior Pastor at St. Andrews Baptist Church in Columbia, SC.  Our family already feels a deep connection with and love for these good people.  Dee will begin his ministry at St. Andrews on December 1. 
Linda and Andrew will continue to live in Travelers Rest until June 2012.  We want Andrew to complete his senior year at Traveler’s Rest High School and graduate with his friends.  Linda also wants to complete a full year of teaching Developmental English at Greenville Technical College.  Until June, Dee will be a “migratory bird,” working in Columbia and driving to TR a couple of days each week.  This will give us time to get our home ready to put on the market and to learn our way around Columbia. 

We want to thank our wonderful friends who have stood by us, encouraged us, and lifted us up in prayer during these times of change.  You have brought to life the scripture that says, “A friend loves at all times…” (Proverbs 17:17).  We also want to express our deep appreciation to the Parisview Baptist Church family.  These folks, also in a time of change, gave us a warm and loving place to belong and to serve.  Dee’s final service at Parisview will be probably be November 27. 

If you haven’t kept up with our family, Elizabeth and her husband Josh brought a grandchild into our lives on July 25.  Liam has brought us so much joy and has put the “grand” in grandchild.  Josh, Elizabeth and Liam live in Monetta, S.C., where Josh serves the Bethel Baptist Church as pastor.  Elizabeth teaches a self-contained special education class in the Saluda School District.  When we finally settle in Columbia, we will be only 30-40 minutes from Liam….and his parents. 


Our son, Josh, graduated from Clemson and is now at Elon University, working toward his Doctor of Physical Therapy degree.  He is almost a year into this intensive three-year program.  Along with classes and labs, intramural sports and refereeing soccer games, Josh recently went skydiving. His girlfriend, Jen, literally told him to “go jump” for his birthday.  We don’t get to see Josh too often, but we talk by phone several times a week.  

Our family hopes that this Thanksgiving season finds you with far too many blessings to count.  Know that we count you among the greatest of God’s gifts to us. 

Dee, Linda, Josh, and Andrew Vaughan
Josh, Elizabeth, and Liam Davison