Summer Break

I would like to bring all of my readers up to date. You have noticed I have missed some of my regular posts lately. I am doing fine; not to worry. I am taking some time off during the summer. I am working on my upcoming blog subjects.

I expect to be back at work real soon. I ask for your prayers as I continue to blog. I ask you to pray also that God open more doors for me to preach.I have preached a good number of times this year. However, I would like to preach even more.

Thanks for your support in this ministry.

Brother Walt

The Cornelius Factor

Yeah, I know today is Sunday. I usually go to church on Sunday. I have noticed during the summer time a lot of people are not at church. The summer is vacation time. It is often time to just enjoy doing nothing at all. You know–sitting under the AC with a cold glass of sweet tea (A southern tradition).

It is also time for folks to not attend church. I fought what we call the “Summer Slump” for years as a pastor. The staff and I would come up with all kinds of ideas to get people out for church during the summer.

My outstanding plans and new programs helped some, but never did we “Dump the Slump”. We wanted to, but the good ole summertime is just that: the good ole summertime. It is a time to take a break.

I finally came to my senses and stopped beating up people who were not even there on Sunday. I realized at some point as a pastor we all need a break from the routine. We just need to get away and catch our breath.

I am not advocating not going to church during the summer. I am, however, dealing with reality. Some people will not be as faithful during the summer; that is all I am saying.

I decided to do what I was supposed to do– preach the Word to those who were there and not worry about those who were somewhere else. I decided to take advantage of the “Cornelius Factor”. It is found in Acts 10:33, “…Now we are all here in the presence of God to listen to everything the Lord has commanded you to tell us.”

This decision made for a more peaceful and profitable summer. Let’s all enjoy our summer and when we show up, show up like Cornelius.

Thanks for Reading,

Brother Walt

Remember Me

I hope you take some time today to remember those who gave the ultimate sacrifice. It is because of them we have freedom. In my opinion there is no country which compares to the good ole USA. In July of 1969, when my airplane touched down in San Francisco, the cabin was instantly filled with shouts of joy. The passengers went wild. We screamed, we hugged each other, we cried. Why?


Just as someone said long ago, “There is no place like home.”

There is another freedom which we should remember. This freedom was also purchased for us by Someone making the ultimate sacrifice. His name–the Lord Jesus Christ. He gave His life so that you and I might be delivered from the penalty and power of SIN.

We remember Him not by wearing a poppy or joining a parade. We remember Him by the Lord’s Supper. He Himself gave these instructions according to the Apostle Paul, “For I received from the Lord what I also passed on to you: The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, ‘This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.’ In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, ‘This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me.’ For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.” (1 Corinthians 11:23-26)

I believe it was the practice of the early Church to “break bread,” that is to take communion (Acts 2:42; 20:7; 1 Cor.16:2; Rev.1:10) on each Lord’s Day. I believe the Lord’s Day to be Sunday, the first day of the week. It is the practice of the Plymouth Brethren to celebrate the Lord’s Supper each Sunday. Many churches today do not have the Lord’s Supper but once a quarter, if that often.

We are not told how often to celebrate the Lord’s Supper. However, we should ask ourselves some questions. Why did the early Church make this a weekly practice?” What are we missing in not including communion when we gather together? Did the early Church know something we don’t? Does it matter to God if we only remember the death of His Son every now and then? Is communion just a memorial, and if so, then why did some of the members in the Corinthian church die due to their abuse of the Lord’s Supper? Is there a deeper level of spiritual intimacy when I participate in communion? What really happens when I break the bread and drink the cup? Who is correct–the Catholics, the Lutherans, the Baptists? I wonder if I should even give it a thought. Should I even care about the Lord’s Supper?

The attitude with which you approach communion answers most of these questions. The way in which you REMEMBER THE LORD JESUS with the bread and cup is VERY TELLING.

How would you rate your participation when you take communion? That’s a sobering question, is it not?

Thanks for Reading,
Brother Walt

Leaving on a Jet Plane

My tour of duty was up. I was on my way home. I was leaving Okinawa a new man. As the song says, “I’m leaving on a jet plane. Ain’t got time to take a fast train.” I was glad and sad at the same time. I couldn’t wait to see my family, but I hated leaving my new-found family.

The day came to pack up and get to the airport. I stuffed all I had in a B-4 bag. I arrived early to find Ron and a few friends waiting inside the terminal. We stood talking, just killing time, when I heard my name called over the PA system.

I couldn’t believe my name was being called. Had the USAF changed its mind? Was I going to be left behind, at this late date? I nervously approached the phone to take the call.


It was my supervising Sergeant who had viciously turned against me after I was saved. He was the one who sent me up for court martial (which God stopped). He began by saying, “Peacock, you are going to waste your life on this religion stuff. You need to come to your senses. I think you are crazy!” So much for the encouraging words!

THEN HE SAID, “You know I think the world of you.” We had been the best of friends before my conversion. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you these last few months. I still think you’re crazy, but I wish you the best.”

I was grateful to the Lord Jesus for these words from the Sergeant. I learned later in my reading of Proverbs the truth of chapter 16:7, “When a man’s ways are pleasing to the LORD, he makes even his enemies live at peace with him.”

Ron gathered us all in a circle to pray for “Brother Walt.” We all stood in the middle of the terminal, praying and weeping as we said good bye. I headed home, leaving on a jet plane, a different man than the one who landed on the island just 18 months before!

Thanks for Reading,
Brother Walt