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Metro Christian Fellowship is an evangelical charismatic church on the south side of Kansas City, Missouri. Our worship services embrace heartfelt worship, expression of spiritual gifts, prayer for the sick and teaching from the Bible. Visit us at our website.

10 Questions: Jessica Siems

Q: Where were you born?
A: Westminister, California

Q: What is your middle name?
A: Christine

Q: What is your favorite chip?
A: I have yet to discover it.

Q: Favorite season?
A: Autumn

Q: Coke or Pepsi?
A: Pepsi!

Q: Your childhood dream job?
A: Teacher

Q: Favorite item of clothing?
A: Light Jacket

Q: Favorite Sandwich?
A: Green Turkey @ Planet Sub

Q: Breakfast Food?
A: Cereal

Q: Dream vacation spot:
A: Rome & Ireland

A Catlett Christmas Mystery

It was probably our hardest year financially we had ever had. I was 35 and 2 years walking with Jesus. Dana was 10 and Jason 5 and it was time to tell them there would be nothing under the tree this year. They really didn’t seem to think it a big deal but Nancy and I were hurting inside at the thought of an empty Christmas. We had taken what money we had and bought the necessary $5.00 gifts for the family gathering.

This year as we gathered over at Mom and Dad’s I took Dana and my 10 year old nephew in the back bedroom and taught them how to present the Christmas story to the family. They were so excited to tell it and did such a wonderful job you’d have thought they had been doing it for years. My Christmas first Christmas present came as they were telling the story and I watched the expressions on the faces of my Dad, Mom, sister, brother, in-laws, nieces and nephews. They all listened intently and erupted with applause when they concluded. I was so proud of them and finally at peace with Christmas.

It was just before midnight when we finally returned home. I unlocked the front door and Nancy and the kids rushed in to get out of the cold. Nancy, as was her habit, turned on the Christmas tree lights first thing. And there we were all staring at all the gifts under the tree. “Mom, Dad you were just kidding us that there would be no presents this year” Dana exclaimed with great enthusiasm. “Can we open them now Dad”, Jason wanted to know. “Lets make sure there for you guys before we open anything”, I said. Sure enough their names were on the gifts, all 10 of them, 5 each. Then they started shouting as they had even found a present for Mom and one for Dad. Nancy and I just stood there dumbfounded each holding our present. We each had two pair of socks. Neatly tucked away in each pair was a hundred dollar bill. Four hundred dollars, four pair of socks, ten gifts for our children, and very nice gifts at that to complete a Christmas I shall never forget.

So how did they get there you ask. Well, Nancy and I had the only two keys to our house and they were both with us. Both doors and all the windows were securely locked. We were with our entire family the whole evening. How did they get there……... you tell me. Merry Christmas

-Randy Catlett

10 Questions: Randy Catlett

Q: Where were you born?
A: Grand Island, Nebraska

Q: What is your middle name?
A: David

Q: What is your favorite chip?
A: Fritos

Q: Favorite season?
A: 65 to 70 degrees and sunny

Q: Coke or Pepsi?
A: This stuff will kill you, drink green tea

Q: Your childhood dream job?
A: Didn’t have one

Q: Favorite item of clothing?
A: Jeans & T-shirt

Q: Favorite Sandwich?
A; Hamburger [pickles, lettuce, tomatoes]

Q: Breakfast Food?
A: I love breakfast food

Q: Dream vacation spot:
A: New Zealand


Here is the way that Michael Sullivant's most recent blog post ends:
I am weary of "super-preachers" who are striving to create "super-Christians" and "super-churches". I have too often witnessed the personal breakdowns that have come with this agenda through the over 30 years of being in vocational ministry. I believe that simply being a graciously born anew follower of Jesus the Christ is awesome enough for any human soul. At least it is for me. Is it for you?
You can catch the the whole post here.. it is a short post and really worth reading!

The Year of the Longest Nights

Tomorrow we are having a longest night service at church. It is a time where we remember both persons and events that have been a part of our lives in the past, but that are now changed or gone. In preparing for this longest night I have been thinking about my year and the thought crossed my mind: this has really been the year of the longest nights for my wife Ann and me.

January started with the first of four Multiple Sclerosis relapses that Ann experienced. Here are a few excerpts from what I wrote on my blog back in January:

I have to admit that I do not feel strong spiritually right now. I am forced to trust the Lord in a way that I have had to do on several other occasions. I am again reminded that I can only flow with the Spirit at a heart level ... I can only be at peace when I give up control of this situation.
Again in July.. after Ann had got to where she could again walk with a cane.. another relapse came and I penned these thoughts:

Life has its way of intimidating us doesn't it. Nebuchadnezzar can show up in all sorts of ways. Sometimes he shows up overtly demanding that we bow to the things that we know we should not bow to, but sometimes he shows up so subtly intimidating us to bow in thoughts and attitudes. This is where I am challenged today as I watch my wife back in a wheelchair and struggling physically from MS. I find Nebuchadnezzar standing over me today intimidating me ... telling me to bow to a subtle worship of fear, self-pity, hopelessness and despair. I find something rising within me saying, like the guys in Babylon:

O Nebuchadnezzar, we do not need to give you an answer concerning this matter. Our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the furnace of Multiple Sclerosis; and He will eventually deliver us. But even if He does not, let it be known to you, O king, that we will not bow to feelings of fear, self-pity, hopelessness and despair. This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.
August and September followed with MS relapses that were progressively worse. In October I wrote this:

Sometimes following Jesus takes us on a journey that is both hard and heartbreaking. Reading Jesus words to Peter so resonates with me this morning. It reminds me that sometimes our path takes us to places "where you do not wish to go". I am in such a place in this season of my life. I have had to take a month long sabbatical from work and church because of the difficult circumstances of my wife's hospitalization.. been almost 3 weeks now.. still struggling.. trying to walk again.. in physical therapy.
Sitting here, at the end of the year, I recall what the Lord spoke to me last month:

If God didn’t cause it then it can be changed.. I don’t have to have a fatalistic view of the future.

The past is Satan’s playground, the future is the Lord’s.. the invitation is to play in God’s playground.. it is an invitation to hope!
That is where I am today.. experiencing the new normal.. letting go of my expectations and embracing Hope.. our Blessed Hope.. the Lord Jesus himself.. the invitation is to hope again.. won't you join me in accepting that invitation?

-Bob Edwards

10 Questions: Carolyn Aldridge

Q: Where were you born?
A: Duluth, Minnesota, eh?

Q: What is your middle name?
A: Elizabeth, (as in "Queen")

Q: What is your favorite chip?
A: Baked Lays Cheddar Cheese

Q: Favorite season?
A: Summer.. no.. spring.. no.. fall

Q: Coke or Pepsi?
A: Diet Coke with Lime

Q: Your childhood dream job?
A: Oceanographer

Q: Favorite item of clothing?
A: Pink Turkish Robe

Q: Favorite Sandwich?
A: Toasted Ham Salad with T,L & G O

Q: Breakfast Food?
A: Whole wheat pecan pancakes & real syrup

Q: Dream vacation spot:
A: Western USA Road Trip

Christmas Choices

It's almost the time we have chosen to celebrate Christmas. I love the lights especially at night, I love baking, I love drinking hot cocoa to warm me up and I love watching Christmas movies because somehow there is always a happy ending. I can do without the snow. I do love to watch it fall and sit on the trees but I hate walking or rather sliding in it. It is the time when most people seem happier, gifts are exchanged, carols are sung and there are numerous parties and family gatherings.

It is not only a time of tradition and commercialism... you know… the manger, the wise men, Mary, The Christ child…It is a time that we celebrate a choice; God's choice to intervene into humanity. God's choice to love instead of condemn displayed in a very tangible way.

It seems I'm in a time of pondering and questioning because what pops into my head is "God would you do it again for me?" Understand I do not mean a repeat of sending Jesus to be born as a baby and die on the cross. That has already been done and the purpose accomplished. What I mean is would He intervene in my life. Would He reveal Himself in tangible ways? Would He give me eyes to see and a heart to receive?

I realize that I too must make a choice….A choice to lay down cynicism and skepticism and exchange it for Faith and trust. Easier said than done…but "His name shall be called Emmanuel…God with us" (me).

Letiah Fraser

Thanksgiving Meal: An Answer to Prayer

When I first heard from my father-in-law about the Thanksgiving dinners that we were giving away as part of our outreach there was one family in particular that came to mind. I knew that God had presented me with this opportunity to reach out this family in their time of need. They just had their forth child, a little girl, and were struggling to provide for the other three growing pre-teen boys. They receive some state assistance but that isn't always enough. In fact, the state just informed them that their current residence, a two bedroom duplex, isn't sufficient for them; their newborn can't share the parents bedroom once she turns one. As I created a bond with the mother I realized that there was more than prayer that I could do for them. I offered the dinner to them and immediately the mother began to cry. She said that she had been praying that God would provide some food for them and that this was such a blessing. Thank you Metro for making a difference for this family.

Natalia Catlett

Phyllis' Christmas Story

I have a beautiful nativity scene that I inherited from my mother-in-law. She won it in a 25 cent raffle. The ceramic figurines are all antique white and I have a blue light shining through the back of the stable.

In December 2001 as I was setting it up, I was praying that I would focus on the real meaning of Christmas rather than all the 'to do' things that I so easily get caught up in. As I was standing there looking at Jesus in the manger, words started coming, so I wrote them down:

He's the reason for the season. Jesus is the reason for the season.

The Magi came from the east following the star. The shepherds came from the fields tending their flocks by night. They came to behold the King born to all the world that night in Bethlemen.
He was a babe in a manger, but He was a King, mighty in power and awesome in wonderful deeds to men. He lives forever, this King of ours. Earthly nobility can't touch Him. For He is the King of kings and the Lord of lords. And His Kingdom will have no end. It endures forever and ever.

Holy is this King and mighty is His glory. It shines forth from the Heavens to all who would but see it. It will one day fill the earth as the waters cover the sea.

Oh, that all men could see and understand He's coming back again to claim His chosen ones that they may be with Him always and forever established with Him in His glorious Kingdom.

How bright and beautiful that night when He was born to a virgin to be worshiped and adored by all who would come to see Him bringing their gifts of love.

Thank you, Father, for your wonderful gift to the world in our Lord and Savior, Christ Jesus.

-Phyllis Pesch

10 Questions: Yutaka Kawase

Q: Where were you born?
A: Tokyo, Japan

Q: What is your middle name?
A: Do not have one

Q: What is your favorite chip flavor?
A: Plain

Q: Favorite season?
A: Spring

Q: Coke or Pepsi?
A: Neither

Q: Your childhood dream job?
A: Chemist

Q: Favorite item of clothing?
A: Gloves

Q: Favorite Sandwich?
A: Steak

Q: Breakfast Food?
A: Oatmeal with Fruit

Q: Dream vacation spot?
A: Spacious Mountaintop Retreat

An Edwards Christmas Memory

My dad had a Christmas family tradition that drove me, my sisters and brother crazy. He would make us wait to come down on Christmas morning.. we could only come downstairs when we heard the music playing.. sometimes it would be Rudolph.. sometimes it would be a Christmas Carol.. sometimes I think that it would be Hawaiian music.. my dad loved Hawaiian music.. we just couldn't come down until it played. I remember waiting at the top of the stairs thinking that he would never play the music.

Fast forward about 20 or so years later and yes.. you guessed it.. I continued that tradition with my children.. of course the music was better.. but my kids still moaned and groaned as they waited. Some of my sweetest memories are espying them as they excitedly sat waiting at the top of the stairs for the music to start.

-Bob Edwards

A Sanchez Hawaiian Christmas Memory

We were invited to spend Christmas in Hawaii with older friends, who were devout Catholics. Tony and I were not Christians yet. We were young parents with two young children in tow.

Even though it was Hawaii I expected that we would have a tree with my special ornaments at Christmas. When we arrived in Lanai we were told that there were no Christmas trees on the island because of a strike. I had packed bread dough ornaments to decorate our Hawaiian Christmas tree. However, because of the tropical weather I unpacked long stretched out pieces of dough, dolls from around the world with no heads and arms. We had no Christmas tree and no ornaments. The only tree we saw all week belonged to a young woman at the local fabric store. We developed a friendship over a few days as Tony ordered some custom Hawaiian shirts. She had a small scraggily dry “Charlie Brown” tree.

On Christmas eve we went to midnight mass at a beautiful little white church with our friends. It was an amazing island service. A conch shell was blown and men, woman and children dressed in Hawaiian clothing and flowers walked in a processional to the front of the little church. A man dressed like a Hawaiian king carried the “Christ child” to the altar where he raised the child to God before placing him in a manger. It was one of the most moving Christmas eve services I have ever been too.

After church we went to the little fabric store, the young woman gave us her tree on Christmas Eve. We went to our condo decorated it with shells and homemade ornaments. It was a very special time with our family and friends. I always remember the memories of this long-ago Christmas.

-Livie Sanchez

Kelli's Funny Christmas Memory

One year after our traditional midnight mass, I was putting my youngest sister to bed. I told her we had to hurry because Santa was already on his way and we couldn't be up when he arrived.

She said, "Oh, Kelli, I don't believe in Santa. But, don't tell Mom cuz she still believes in him!"

-Kelli Dennis

10 Questions: Tammy McDonald

Q: Where were you born?
A: Kansas City, MO

Q: What is your middle name?
A: Lea

Q: What is your favorite chip flavor?
A: Plain Ruffles

Q: Favorite season?
A: Summer

Q: Coke or Pepsi?
A: Sweet Tea

Q: Your childhood dream job?
A: Professional Barrel Racer

Q: Favorite item of clothing?
A: Jeans and flip flops

Q: Favorite Sandwich?
A: Bacon, Lettuce & Tomato

Q: Breakfast Food?
A: Coffee & Granola Bar

Q: Dream vacation spot:
A: Any NT site or hot sunny beach

How Can We Find God's Will?

Pastor Michael Sullivant recently posted some great thoughts about finding God's will on his blog. Here is the way that his post (that bears the same name as this one) starts:
1 Thes 5:16 Be joyful always; 17pray continually; 18give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus.

As a spiritual director and teacher, I often have the experience of people asking me about how they can come to discover God's will for their lives. Actually, it is the most commonly asked question that I encounter among God's people. There is much to say about divine guidance. However, I believe the place to begin to get our bearings is not to fret about discerning the details, but to create the kind of atmosphere around our souls, our lives and our inter-personal relationships in which the Holy Spirit is free to express Himself--His "natural habitat" if you will.
Read more on Michael's blog.