Mission/Vision

KING’S CROSS CHURCH exists to glorify God and enlarge His Kingdom by gathering regularly to proclaim and celebrate the Gospel of Jesus Christ, yielding to the authority of God’s Word as illuminated by the Holy Spirit and summarized in the historic Christian Creeds and Reformed Confessions, partaking together of Christ’s presence in the Sacraments, providing opportunities to love and serve one another in Community, equipping the saints for Ministry to those who are lost and hurting, both locally and globally, and preparing them to cultivate Shalom (peace and well-being) wherever God calls them to serve.

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Thanks, Dads



(1 Thessalonians 2:9–12)  For you remember, brothers, our labor and toil: we worked night and day, that we might not be a burden to any of you, while we proclaimed to you the gospel of God. You are witnesses, and God also, how holy and righteous and blameless was our conduct toward you believers. For you know how, like a father with his children, we exhorted each one of you and encouraged you and charged you to walk in a manner worthy of God, who calls you into his own kingdom and glory.

Our God is, as Jesus taught us, "our heavenly Father.” And so that we might begin to understand the glory of that privilege, God has given us earthly fathers to enrich our apprehension of what it means to be the sons and daughters of the Creator of the universe. Although earthly fathers imperfectly bear the likeness of our heavenly Father, when they do so faithfully, they do it with profound effect.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they beget something that bears resemblance to them and yet is completely unique and separate from them.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they conceive children knowing in advance that they will be difficult, selfish, ungrateful and who at times will defy their fatherly authority and ignore their fatherly wisdom.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they conceive children, not for what the children can do for them, but rather as objects of their intense love and unflagging devotion; little people upon whom to lavish affection, encouragement, provision and praise.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they lovingly perform a thousand selfless deeds for their children accompanied by a thousand gifts of provision and are happily content to have one or two acknowledged and praised.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they wrestle with their children and pretend to be overpowered by their children’s vastly inferior strength and agility.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they sagely allow their children to take on tasks too big for them; to fail, and to suffer loss, pain, frustration and humiliation confident of the character that these afflictions will almost surely produce.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they teach, and then re-teach, and then re-re-teach the same lessons over and over again, patiently committed to teach the lessons as many times as it takes for the wisdom to take root in the hearts of their children.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they listen patiently to their children tell them things they already know; listen empathetically as their children vent their frustrations, cry their fears, and listen attentively as their children share the minutia of their tiny little lives.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they exercise their strength to defend, protect, guard and rescue their children from overwhelming dangers, foes and catastrophes.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they stand tip-toe, patiently scanning the horizon for the return of wayward, thankless and rebellious sons and daughters, all the while remaining ever-ready to receive, forgive and bless them.

-       Fathers bear the image of their Creator when they, just like the Lord God, are perfectly easy to please, and forever impossible to satisfy. Ever eager to acknowledge and praise the smallest of their children’s victories and accomplishments, and ever wanting for them more than they are able to ask or imagine.


And so, dads, we sons and daughters thank you from the very bottom of our hearts, not merely for your myriad acts of love and service. But for the countless ways that you displayed and revealed to us the big-hearted goodness and never-ending love of our Creator God. To Him be all glory and praise!


Friday, June 10, 2016

She's Perfect!

Albert Mohler has a podcast called "The Briefing." In this installment he comments on the letter written by a mom whose doctor strongly encouraged her to abort her Downs Syndrome daughter in utero. If you have a smartphone you can download a program called "iCatcher" and then program iCatcher to automatically download The Briefing five days a week. Enjoy!
"She's perfect!"

Monday, June 6, 2016

Be Careful What You Swallow


The graduation ceremony for The River Academy took place last Saturday afternoon. And for me, it was a bittersweet ninety minutes. Sweet, because it called to mind many of the reasons that I admire and appreciate Travis Koch, Scott Welch and Chad Warren. Bitter, as I pondered what life and ministry in the Wenatchee Valley will be like without them.

Travis was asked by the graduating class to give them one final address and I am pleased to share it with you here. Enjoy.




"Nearly 40 years ago, Theodor Seuss Geisel, a.k.a. Dr. Seuss, was asked by a friend to deliver the graduation speech at Lake Forest College in Lake Forest, Illinois.  Geisel was the famous author of numerous best-selling children’s books, but he hated speaking in front of large audiences, so he flatly refused the request.  He did agree, however, to attend the ceremony and receive an honorary degree from the college – Doctor of Humane Letters.

The president of the college presented the degree, and, still hoping Geisel would say a few words to the graduates, shook his hand and gestured for him to take the microphone.  Geisel moved to the podium, fished a small piece of paper out of his robe, and read the following poem, which, according to one source, he had written on the drive to campus that morning.  Here it is.