“I thank my God every time I remember you. In all my prayers for all of you, I always pray with joy because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now, being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus” (Philippians 1:3-6 NIV).

We’re proud of our Guatemala Mission Team. We sent 13 of our very best WCCers to work, serve and teach in a Church school in Guatemala City. They’ve been there all week. They will finish up their 10-day trip and return to the States this Saturday.

I’ve loved reading their daily blog posts and seeing the photos of our team. I can’t help but be moved spiritually and emotionally as I read about their experiences with the children and school teachers.

I’ve also been moved hearing how close this team has grown to one another. There is something powerful about being “partners in the gospel.” There is a joy and a oneness that the Holy Spirit causes to bubble up inside when we work together for the sake of the gospel.

Before our Guatemala Team left, we commissioned them. In my commissioning prayer, I prayed that they would get so “messed-up” for Jesus on this trip that they would come home and get us “messed up” too.

“Messed-up?” You ask.

Yes, I’m praying that God so messes up their comfort zones, their worldviews, and their hearts, that they bring their messed up selves back home and can’t go back to their normal lives. I’m praying that they are ruined for this world and only have eyes for the Kingdom of God.

Looking at the faces they’ve been posting… I think my prayers are already being answered.

“Do good things for the city where I sent you as captives. Pray to the Lord for the city where you are living, because if good things happen in the city, good things will happen to you also” (Jeremiah 29:7 NCV).

We had church at the ballpark last night. I’ve agreed to be the team chaplain for our local baseball team, the Wilson Tobs. The Tobs play in the Coastal Plain League, a NCAA sanctioned collegiate summer baseball league. They have college players from all over the U.S. spending their summer with us in Wilson.

Last night, I had the honor of throwing out the first pitch. Catcher, Heath Holliday (#5 talking to me in the photo above) made me look good, saying, “Good pitch Pastor. That one definitely caught the inside corner!” Heath is from Oklahoma City, OK.

Around 100 WCCers showed up in the sweltering heat (+90 degrees) to support the team. Our worship band, led by my son Stephen, offered an hour of worship music as people entered the stadium before game time. I preached a short sermon on the Lord’s Prayer from home plate to those gathered in the stands. Our own Talia Jernigan sang the National Anthem. And after the game, Bobby Pittman led a WCC crew that provided a postgame meal of chicken pastry for both teams.

“Have you ever had chicken pastry?” I asked my new friend Heath from Oklahoma.

“No sir. I can’t say that I have.” He answered.

“Oh, you’ll love it.” I said, while patting him on the shoulder.

Some might wonder why we would take our church to the ballpark on a Wednesday night, but we love taking our church to the city. Sure, it was hard work and terribly hot and we’re not sure if we made an impact or not. But we do know that we did our best to “do good for our city.”

We are praying to the Lord for our city. We want people to come to Christ in Wilson. When we see all of these young baseball players from all over the U.S. coming to our city, we sense an even more strategic call to share the gospel with them. They could carry the good news to their home towns too.

Tomorrow I’m returning to the ball field to hold a short devotion with the team before another home game. I’m praying that these young men will be open to spiritual things and that God will speak through me. I think it might be easier now that they’ve seen us having church in a ballpark.

“Therefore a man shall leave his father and mother and hold fast to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh. This mystery is profound, and I am saying that it refers to Christ and the church. However, let each one of you love his wife as himself, and let the wife see that she respects her husband” (Ephesians 5:31-33 ESV).

Paul says that there is a “profound mystery” surrounding the “one flesh” concept of a husband and wife in marriage and the way it illustrates the relationship between Christ and His church.

This past Saturday, June 2, Robin and I celebrated our 33rd anniversary. We have held fast to one another and have learned this mystery of which Paul speaks. We know this oneness.

We often finish one another’s sentences. We can sit quietly for hours, me reading, her stitching and then suddenly we both start talking at the same time… about the same thing. Weird? Maybe. Mysterious? Absolutely. I cannot imagine life without her.

Now, don’t misunderstand. We may be one, but we’re not the same. She’s a morning person. I’m a night owl. She’s sweet. I’m spicy. She’s a push over with the kids and grandkids. I’m a disciplinarian. She normally likes to play it safe. I tend to be a risk taker.

In most ways we are complete opposites, yet God has made us one. The Word says that when we commit to faithfully cling to one another, and continue to love and respect one another, that we in some way experience the mystery of this oneness.

For Paul the word “mystery” is not a puzzle for us to solve. It is more like a “secret” that must be revealed. What is this secret that marriage is supposed to reveal? It is that Christ wants us to be one with Him as He is one with the Father, that He wants to be our head while we become His body and that He wants to love us as His bride. That’s the mystery of marriage.

But for me there is one other…  And that’s the mystery of why my normally cautious wife decided to take a leap of faith 33 years ago and marry me!

May God be glorified as Robin and I give Him thanks for this mysterious oneness that we now have with Him and with one another.

“Eli’s sons were wicked men; they had no regard for the Lord” (1 Samuel 2:12 NIV).

Eli was the High Priest of Israel. He was also a judge in the days before they had a king. Born into the line of Aaron, by all accounts he was a good priest and judge. Yet, as a father, he was a complete failure. His two sons were raised up to serve in the Tabernacle. They were PKs – “Preacher’s Kids,” but they had “no regard for the Lord.”

How can a parent have such strong faith and be good at their work, yet still be terrible at raising kids?

I’m sure parents ask themselves this same question today. They ask, “Didn’t I keep a roof over your heads and food in your stomachs? Did you ever lack for clothes or shoes? Didn’t I make sure you got a good education? And didn’t I take you to church every Sunday?”

The truth is that a parent can do everything right and their children can still go wrong. Even God the Father has seen His share of rebellious kids.

But there are certain warning signs that our parenting is falling short. These are the signs of a family in crisis that Eli overlooked:

• Worldy preoccupation
• Passive avoidance
• Personal resignation

Success at work does not equal success at home. Come to WCC this Sunday as we launch our new sermon series entitled: “Family Feud” and learn how to respond to these warning signs.

“You then, my son, be strong in the grace that is in Christ Jesus. And the things you have heard me say in the presence of many witnesses entrust to reliable men who will also be qualified to teach others” (2 Timothy 2:1-2 NIV).

My son, Jonathan David Combs graduated from Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary today with a Masters of Divinity degree. I am very proud of him. Southeastern is my alma mater and I was especially pleased that he got to study under a couple of my former professors.

I owe a great deal to Dr. Wayne McDill, Emeritus Professor of Preaching. He taught me the value of “text-based” preaching. I still remember being in his class and hearing him say, “Gentlemen, you’ve got to discover what the text says and then let the text speak for itself!”

I still strive to do that today. I don’t want to add or subtract to the meaning of God’s Word. Rather than bringing my thoughts and opinions to the Word, I want it to shape my thinking and preaching.

When Jonathan started at SEBTS I told him to make sure to take Dr. McDill for preaching. I’m glad he was able to get at least one class with him before he retired.

Today, after graduation, I was so happy to get a chance to talk to Dr. McDill and to let him know how much I appreciated him. When I told him that I was teaching lay preachers how to study and preach using his method, he encouraged me to email him for a new tool he has developed to train young preachers.

I also got a chance to talk to Dr. Daniel Akin, President of Southeastern. However, when I attended seminary, he was still a professor. He is only a year older than me and I used to just call him “Dr. Danny.” I took Christology from him. He was always one of my favorite professors. I still use his study notes (he gave out huge amounts of structured notes).

Our family enjoyed a beautiful day on the campus in Wake Forest, North Carolina as we stood and watched Jonathan graduate. We’re all very proud of him.

Now, you then, my son, be strong, and go and teach others.

“O Lord Almighty, if you will only look upon your servant’s misery and remember me, and not forget your servant but give her a son, then I will give him to the Lord for all the days of his life” (1 Samuel 1:11 NIV).

“Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God, and whoever loves has been born of God and knows God. Anyone who does not love does not know God, because God is love” (1 John 4:7-8 ESV).

This coming Sunday we will celebrate Mother’s Day. As that day approaches I’m mindful of the sacrificial love that comes from God and is often exhibited in mothers for their children.

I say “often” exhibited, because this isn’t always the case. In our modern culture, motherhood is also often postponed or pushed aside for more self-fulfilling accomplishments and priorities, such as pursuing a career. Some women avoid motherhood altogether just because it’s inconvenient.

Then there are women like my daughter-in-law, Caroline. She has advanced degrees from UNC and ECU. She has a promising career in education at our local college. Yet she spent the last eight weeks lying flat of her back trying to give her unborn son Conner a chance at life.

Caroline’s water broke at 18 weeks. Miraculously, she was able to carry Conner until her 26th week when she went into labor and he was born by c-section. Conner’s heart was strong, but his lungs were undeveloped. He only lived outside the womb for 14 hours.

Was Caroline’s sacrifice wasted? I say absolutely not. She did all that a mother could do to give Conner a chance to live. She loved him with a love that sacrificed her own body to see him born. Her love and sacrifice remind me of a woman in the Bible named Hannah.

Hannah was barren. She prayed that God would give her a son. If He would, she prayed, then she would give him back to God for all his days. And so, God answered her prayer. Hannah named her son Samuel. He was one of the greatest prophets and priests of the Bible. His mother weaned him and gave him to Eli the priest to raise. Samuel grew up serving in the Tent of Meeting. Hearing the voice of God from an early age, he was the last judge over Israel.

Caroline, like Hannah, endured the sacrifice of motherhood and then gave her son back to God. Conner didn’t live on this earth very long, but his brief life has brought great glory to God. People all over the world have heard about him because of Caroline’s blog “The Journey of Conner.” In less than eight weeks, her blog received over 55 thousand views. She has had comments from Australia, South Korea, India and all over the U.S. Young mothers struggling with PPROM (Preterm Premature Rupture of Membranes) have been especially encouraged by Caroline’s story of love and faith in God for the sake of baby Conner.

I believe that this kind of sacrificial love comes from God. The apostle John tells us that “God is love.” God the Father demonstrated His love to us by giving us His Son, Jesus.

I think God also gives us a glimpse of His divine love through a mother’s love, mothers like Hannah and Caroline…

… and every other mother who has loved her child with sacrificial love.

Happy Mother’s Day!

“Brothers, we do not want you to be ignorant about those who fall asleep, or to grieve like the rest of men, who have no hope. We believe that Jesus died and rose again and so we believe that God will bring with Jesus those who have fallen asleep in him. According to the Lord’s own word, we tell you that we who are still alive, who are left till the coming of the Lord, will certainly not precede those who have fallen asleep. For the Lord himself will come down from heaven, with a loud command, with the voice of the archangel and with the trumpet call of God, and the dead in Christ will rise first. After that, we who are still alive and are left will be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air. And so we will be with the Lord forever. Therefore encourage each other with these words” (1 Thessalonians 4:13-18).

My son, Stephen and his wife Caroline went into premature labor yesterday and had their son, Conner Wayne Combs 14 weeks early. Caroline had fought for his life since her water had broke in week 18. He was born at 10:51 AM on May 3, 2012. He weighed 1 lb. and 3 oz. He lived until 1:30 AM the next morning.

We got to see him. He was a little fighter. His heart was strong, but his lungs were weak. Unable to grow to maturity, his lungs wouldn’t respond to the heroic efforts of the Duke doctors. His mother and father got to hold him before the Lord took him.

Today, as his grandfather, I went to Evergreen Memorial Gardens and bought a grave plot for Conner. I went ahead and bought two more for me and my wife next to his. I carefully selected them so that they faced East. That’s the direction Jesus will return according to biblical prophecy.

I’d like to be facing East when He returns. I don’t want to miss anything. Plus, I figured Conner would appreciate the company.

This world is temporary. Facing East, looking for Christ’s return. I’m doing that already.

“By this we know love, that he laid down his life for us, and we ought to lay down our lives for the brothers. But if anyone has the world’s goods and sees his brother in need, yet closes his heart against him, how does God’s love abide in him? Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth” (1 John 3:16-18 ESV).

I still remember my mother’s hands.

I have a lot of sweet memories of my mother, but for some reason, when I think of her, it’s her hands that come to mind. She was a beautiful woman. She had a ready smile and sparkling eyes. Her singing voice was one of the purest, most spiritual sopranos I’ve ever known. She was a woman of Christian character and committed to her Lord and to her church. She was a devoted mother and wife. Even after my father died, she cherished his memory and constantly reminded us of what a great man he was.

I could go on and on about my mother, but I always come back to her hands.

I have childhood memories of her touching my forehead with the back of her hand and saying, “Honey, you feel warm to me. We better check your temperature. I think you have a fever.”

I remember her reaching for a washcloth and rubbing it with a bar of Ivory soap before attacking the dirt on my neck and behind my ears. “When’s the last time you washed behind your ears son?” She said while rubbing vigorously.

Sometimes when I smell my wife cooking breakfast, I go into the kitchen to see her stirring the gravy and for a minute I think I see my mother’s hands. My Mom actually taught my wife how to make gravy when we were first married.

I’m sure my mother loved me in her heart. But I knew she loved me because I could see it in her hands.

Isn’t that the way we know that Jesus loves us? He stretched out his hands and “laid down his life for us.” Those beautiful hands were pierced and nailed to a cross to demonstrate the kind of love He has for us. He didn’t just say that He loved us. He showed it. Love is more than a word. It is an action.

And now, we are to have that kind of love in our hearts and in our hands too.

“Beloved, we are God’s children now, and what we will be has not yet appeared; but we know that when he appears we shall be like him, because we shall see him as he is” (1 John 3:2).

Who do you resemble?

Is it your mom or dad? Perhaps another family member? Has anyone ever mistaken you for a celebrity or maybe even the family pet?

Have you ever noticed that we start looking like the people with whom we spend the most time? Maybe you’ve seen an old married couple celebrating 50 years. They often have an uncanny resemblance to one another. Time together causes them to sort of rub off on the other. They laugh at the same jokes. They complete one another’s sentences. They have a family resemblance.

That’s similar to what it means to become a Christian, a Christ-follower. The longer we follow Christ, the more we should resemble Him.

However, this is more than just a matter of time together, it’s a matter of being “born of God.” When we receive Jesus as our Lord and Savior, a spiritual birth takes place, and we are adopted, grafted into the body of Christ. We become one with Him. His divine nature begins to transform us and through the Holy Spirit, God the Father begins the process of conforming us to the image of Christ.

This becoming like Jesus doesn’t happen overnight. In fact, we experience a constant struggle between our old nature (sinful/fleshly) and our new nature (spiritual). It’s as if God has grafted this new nature into us, without doing away with the old one yet.

An apple orchard farmer would understand this idea of being grafted. Apple trees are the combination of two natures: a wild root stock and a carefully chosen cultivar or scion. The first is chosen because of its established root system and the second because the farmer has selected a branch from a tree that already produces the good apples that he desires. After the graft takes, both the root stock and the scion will begin to bud. After a while, making sure that the plant will thrive. The buds, or suckers on the root stock are pinched off, while the scion’s buds are encouraged to grow. This will become one tree, but will always have two natures. The cultivar is the one that produces the good, desirable fruit. The root stock continues to be rooted to the earth.

Like a wise farmer, God continually prunes away the undesirable growth from our “root stock” (old nature), and encourages the growth of our new nature. We can cooperate with this process of sanctification by yielding to God’s work in us. As we yield to God and abide in Him we begin to bear spiritual fruit that is pleasing to Him.

Sometimes we may wonder what God is up to in our lives. Especially when times are hard. But faithful Christ-followers understand that God’s purpose is simple. He is making us like Jesus.

And someday when Christ returns, we will finally see the family resemblance.