Tuesday, January 24, 2017

Why Did I Attend the GLS?

Richard Sisco (third from left) with his family at GLS16.



I’m not global, I’m not in leadership, and I’m not really a fan of heights - so why did I attend The Global Leadership Summit in 2016?

I attended because I wanted to be moved, I wanted to be inspired, and I wanted to see how others reflect biblical values in their leadership roles and in everyday life. I found exactly what I was looking for.

This guy with attention issues somehow mustered the strength to pay attention for two straight days. With each new speaker, I found myself leaning over to my wife, Amy, and whispering, “They’re my favorite.” I don’t know how the GLS managed to find all of my favorite speakers, but they did; and by the end of the second day, I had taken 18 pages worth of notes.

The first step in preparing to write this article was to review my notes. As I poured over them, trying to decide from what perspective I would be writing, I came to a realization that had not dawned on me originally. As I mentioned earlier, I’m not in leadership. What I now realize is we can all find ourselves in leadership roles, if we just look hard enough at our lives. While many of the points given during the Summit were done so from a business perspective, they are easily applied to the father who leads his family, the individual whose friend is seeking advice and, most importantly, Christians living in a fallen world.

All of the speakers at the Summit had excellent talking points, but Bill Hybels, the senior pastor of Willow Creek Community Church, voiced some of the ones that stuck with me the most. The first thing he said that really caught my attention was that followers feed off the passion of their leader. This statement is obviously applicable to business leaders, but think of this sentence as it would apply to a pastor, a Small Group leader or a missionary. The more passion these individuals pour out into their teachings, the more passionate those they teach are going to become. We should all be striving to be passionate in our sharing of the Gospel and that passion will spill over into those we are sharing it with.

Hybels next said leaders have a responsibility to themselves to stay passionate. Since they are constantly pouring their passion out, they must refill their “passion bucket” by surrounding themselves with people and experiences that inspire them. For Christians, this means not only surrounding ourselves with other Christians, but also with the Word of God. How can we be passionately filled with something we don’t consistently experience? I’ve long struggled with regularly reading my Bible, so this is a big one for me.

The third and final point he had that I will mention is that our productivity is maximized by reducing the “transactional noise” in our lives. In a business setting, this can mean reducing the grumblings that exist in an office that can take a toll on morale and performance. For a Christian, this means we should reduce or eliminate the negativity that can so easily surround and distract us. We should strive to avoid gossip and maintain honest and open relationships.

Before attending the GLS, I would have said it was for business leaders. Now I would say it is for anyone that wants to be more effective at whatever it is that they do. We are all leaders; I am a leader and you are a leader. How effective do you want to be? RS

What if you chose to see a bigger world? To realize your value and contribution? To influence culture? What if you held the key to solving bigger-than-life challenges? What if greatness lived in you, and you didn't even know it? How would your leadership change the world? The Global Leadership Summit is Aug. 10-11, 2017. The local host site for Springfield, Mo., is Ridgecrest Baptist Church. 

Monday, December 5, 2016

Snow // Beth Hall



For me, just saying that word conjures images of a white, hushed landscape. What was once gray and dreary is now transformed into brilliant, pure white. The mundane replaced with the dazzling.

Have you ever wished that for yourself? To have your dreary life covered in brilliance? To trade mundane for dazzling? When you accept Jesus as your Lord and Savior, becoming a Christian, you do just that. And the marvelous, incredible thing is God is waiting right now to give you this gift. Sound too good to be true? Let me explain.

Each of us has sinned. We know this innately even if we don’t always use an old fashioned word like “sin” to describe what we’ve done. We say things like, “I’m not perfect,” and, “I’ve made my share of mistakes,” acknowledging we fall short. The Bible tells us in Romans 3:23, “For all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God.”

To make ourselves feel better, we like to look around and find someone who is a “bigger” sinner, at least bigger in our eyes. But all sin is a big deal. Romans 6:23 points out, “For the wages of sin is death.” Each of us has earned a death sentence by sinning.

Our loving, holy God has given us a way to escape this terrible, yet deserved, punishment. Reading all of Romans 6:23 gives us the Good News, “For the wages of sin is death, but the gift of God is eternal life in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

How is this possible? How can God forgive my sin if I don’t pay the price? Because Jesus paid the price for me. He willingly died on the cross for my sins. Romans 5:8 says, “But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

What a powerful love! 

Jesus was perfect and without sin and did not deserve death, but chose to die for sinful man. For me. For you. When you are ready to admit you are a sinner and turn away from your sin and turn toward God, you are ready to receive God’s offer of salvation. “If you confess with your mouth, ‘Jesus is Lord,’ and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you confess and are saved,” (Romans 10:9-10).

The Bible gives us word pictures to help us see our true selves. In the Old Testament, our sins are compared to scarlet and crimson, but we are also told they do not have to remain so. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool.”

While a physical landscape may be changed by a beautiful blanket of snow, we know the change isn’t permanent. The snow melts and the reality of what lies beneath comes through. How wonderful it is to understand the transformation of the sinner isn’t like this. It is permanent because the debt of your sin has been paid.

Today your sins can be forgiven and your life covered in the brilliant dazzling work of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. Won’t you accept Him? BH

Friday, September 9, 2016

The Time My Sister Had Cancer #TheDecision

The Time My Sister Had Cancer

After my grandpa passed away in March 2012, my family expected my grandma to follow soon thereafter. She seemed to be in worse health than he was, and we braced for the moment. Instead, the news that came was about my oldest sister. She was diagnosed with Stage IV pancreatic cancer on April 1.

She had returned to the emergency room the night before with excruciating pain in her lower back. The first time she made the call, the doctor told her it was a bladder or kidney infection. As her little sister, I agreed with the diagnosis. I had told her before she needed to have it checked because those sorts of infections are easy to treat when they are caught early. Run-of-the-mill. Common. Easy. Treatable.

After church the morning of April 1, my parents and I went to the hospital. Not long after we arrived, the doctor came by and began talking with a lot of words. More words, even. So.many.words. She eventually made it around to what she did not want to say and I hesitated to hear. A mass. Pancreas. Cancer.

The words stopped, and my uncle and his family, who had been standing in the hallway, came in. My mom quickly filled them in, and my uncle placed his arm over my shoulders and pulled me to his side. Through all the words and through the news, I was fine. Calm. Strong. I needed to be for my family. But then, I felt the first tear and knew I had to escape the room. My foot hit the hallway, and I couldn’t go any further. John 11:35 says, “Jesus wept.” I’ve heard theories about why He did so. He knew He’d see Lazarus again. He knew His friend was not dead spiritually but alive with our Father. Yet He wept.

I wonder if the reason Jesus wept was because He was human. Fully human. Fully God, yes. But fully human. Grief hurts. It spares nothing. Doubled-over in the hallway, it felt like everything inside me was grieving at the same time. Mourning together. Trying to get out and move from the sucker punch I was just given. 

I returned from the restroom and spent the afternoon moving from chair to end of the bed. From one side of the room to the other. From knowing I should play hostess to not caring at all about how others were feeling. When the room was almost cleared out and it was time to go, I made my way to the side of my sister’s bed. She told me to stop crying. “You’re the one who doesn’t cry,” she said. It made me mad. Instead of calling her out on it, I mustered up enough courage to say, “No matter what happens, in the end, I have to know you’re right with God. No matter what happens. In the end, I must know you are right with God.” This had been a prayer of mine for years. I needed to know she was saved, and the countdown clock started flashing red.

I was asleep in my sister's bed when she went into labor with my nephew. I was the first to know. "Go get Mom," she demanded. I didn't believe her. We argued.

She bought me my only two sets of leg warmers. They were supposed to be Christmas presents, but she couldn't wait. One pair was pink. The other was purple. 

She always called me on my birthday. Always wanted to know every gift I was given. 

I've only ridden a horse once in my life. My sister was the driver; I sat behind her. Until I didn't. For most of the ride, I was parallel to the ground, hanging from the side of the horse. My sister laughed the entire time. "Julie, get back on." I couldn't. I barely could keep myself far enough from the ground to even call it a ride. 

She threw me in the deep end of a swimming pool before I learned to swim. "You have inflatables on your arms," she said. I really didn't think she'd do it.

When Brad Bennett preached on relational evangelism, he told the story about his panic attacks. Day after day, my anxiety grew, though I didn't realize to what extent. "What if today is the day she dies?" I'd be at work, trying to make it through some project, praying God would heal her, but I'd be overcome with, "What if she dies before I can talk to her again about God?" I'd sneak out to spend a few minutes with her. People began commenting on my weight loss. "Julie, you look so good." "Julie, what are you doing to lose weight?"

I smiled politely. 

Then I'd go home, try to eat, but only swallow a few bites because when food was in my mouth, I felt like I would choke. I chewed everything for minutes. I'd take a drink multiple times during the process. I couldn't nibble on a piece of cheese without a liquid nearby. My sister was dying, and I could not make her eternal life/death decision for her.

The next few weeks brought a quick trip to St. Louis, lots of tests, pain management, chemotherapy and my sister's change in hairstyle. She went from long and frizzy to short and accessorized. For the first time since childhood, she started wearing headbands -- the skinny kind that looks super cute. I'd visit during a treatment, and she'd be sitting up in bed, relaxing, drinking room temperature water and looking oh-so-stylish. The only side effect of the chemo was that it made her sleepy all.the.time. But she was out doing things, eating at restaurants, visiting area attractions. She fought like a champ. 

On a Saturday in July, my dad decided to drive and check on her. We had tried calling a few times. Though it wasn't abnormal for her to not pick up, he was going to be in the neighborhood anyway. Might as well see her. Within the hour, she was back in the hospital with a urinary tract infection. No cause for alarm. Treatment was going really well.


She was skinnier, and I could barely figure out what she tried to say. I had to ask her to repeat herself constantly. She became angry. "Why can't anyone understand me?"

Two days later, she was still in the hospital. I went again to see her at lunch. She was supposed to be eating, but she couldn't swallow the food or liquid. The nurse played it off like it was just a something. My parents arrived. The phone rang. The doctor wanted to speak with my mom. 

"Her kidneys are shutting down. If they don't start working, she only has a few days."

Two things I knew: 1) My sister and I talked about her Salvation. However, something inside nagged at me. She assured me she prayed when she was little. She even apologized for causing me any doubt. Yet ... my heart was not settled. I was afraid she said what she did because it was me. My mom talked to a couple of friends who agreed they would meet with my sister. 2) Sometime along the way, God and I had a conversation, and I knew He wasn't going to heal her.

My sister died on July 11, 2012. I wasn't there. God forbade it. He had me finishing up some housework. He slowed me down and caused traffic lights to turn red. I arrived in the parking lot and received a call from my mom. "Hurry. Something's wrong." My sister died probably a minute before I arrived. She was holding hands with my mom and my nephew. That's what she needed, and God is sovereign. 

God is also patient and long-suffering. My parents' friends went to see my sister a couple of times. The last time being the Monday we found out her kidneys were failing. Carolyn told my sister we were worried about her decision to trust Jesus. My sister said, "I didn't think He'd still want me after all the bad I've done." She prayed with Carolyn, and I know my sister is alive forever with Jesus. 

The next day, she lost her voice. She watched everything going on in the room, but she couldn't talk.

In the grasp of death, my sister had a decision to make. She could refuse the free gift of Jesus, the One who died a torturous death for her out of love, and spend eternity/forever/always in hell, apart from all who God is -- beauty, love, sacrifice, healer, protector, Good. Or she could take Jesus as her Savior. 

Sometimes the pain is so prominent in my heart. I was shopping the other day, looked up and thought I saw my sister. The woman down the aisle had the same shape, the same hair. It caught my breath. But I wouldn't ask for her back. To know she's alive and healthy and filled-to-the-brim with joy in the presence of our Savior is eternally better than having her here another minute. 

Your turn. What is your decision?

Julie Johnson is Creative Design Director at Ridgecrest Baptist Church.

Friday, December 18, 2015


by: Julie Johnson

When I was little, my brother and I would play a made-up game called “Killer Bees.” Though I can’t remember for sure, my best guess is he originated the idea, though it evolved depending on moods, energy levels, how much time he was willing to give.

My older sister would also play, except her position wasn’t voluntary. 

“Come play ‘Killer Bees’ with us,” I'd say.
“No,” she'd reply.
“Yes! Come and play with us.”
“No, I don’t want to.”
“Okay, you stand over there. When we yell, ‘Killer Bees,’ you try to get us.”

My sister was always the killer bees.

My brother and I would try to escape their death stings. We’d yell, “Killer bees!” Then we’d run to the couch, leap onto the cushions and cover up with a blanket. The killer bees could only sting exposed body parts.

With my sister’s long bouts of reluctance, my brother and I would spend a good amount of time giggling under the blanket, though one of the rules was we were to be quiet because we didn't want the killer bees to hear us. 

The funny thing about having a quiet rule is that such a policy makes one laugh more, as does having a sister who spends most of the game not playing.

"So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love," (1 Corinthians 16:13).

In the December 2015/January 2016 newsletter, we asked staff to share favorites about Christmas, whether it was a tradition or memory or a story about favorite people. 

My brother was eight years older than me. When he graduated from high school and joined the military, I was in elementary. I grew up seeing him sometimes on Thanksgiving, sometimes on Christmas. He attended undergraduate school on the east coast, was accepted to Yale, but he received his MBA from a university in Houston. He preferred hot weather to East Coast winters.

On his visits home, we would take over the dining room table and house “MindTrap” on it. With every spare minute (what few there were), we’d sit down and play this ridiculously difficult game. Winning wasn’t part of the equation. These moments were about my brother and me. No one else played. No one else was invited. On one particular turn of his, he wasn’t able to guess the picture. I was given a chance, and I nailed it. “How did you do that?” he said. After all these years, that’s what I remember. How proud I was when he looked at me and said, “How did you do that?” 

Merry Christmas to you, #rbcFamily. If I may offer you a suggestion for this December, stop and take the time. A delicious meal is wonderful, but it won’t be the memory you recall a few years from now. The perfect attire won’t bring about wild laughter when seasons go by. Jesus was not born into this sinful world so we wouldn’t miss a television special. 

Love your people. Play with them. Spend your moments with them. Be in awe of them. Wander and take pictures and laugh and memorize them. Be intentional in learning them.

And tell them all the Lord has done. Share with them the story Jesus has written for you. 

"Come now, you who say, 'Today or tomorrow we will go into such and such a town and spend a year there and trade and make a profit'— yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes. Instead you ought to say, 'If the Lord wills, we will live and do this or that.' As it is, you boast in your arrogance. All such boasting is evil. So whoever knows the right thing to do and fails to do it, for him it is sin," (James 4:13-17).