“For we are not fighting against flesh-and-blood enemies, but against evil rulers and authorities of the unseen world, against mighty powers in this dark world, and against evil spirits in the heavenly places.” Ephesians 6:12

                When I was in high school there was a guy who did not like me. He probably was not the only one (I could be slightly sarcastic, before sarcasm was cool), but he was the only one who I could not figure out why. One day in class he told me he wanted to beat me up, but not in such nice terms. I think I laughed at him. My laughter did not help the situation. Fortunately, we never fought, although I felt pretty confident in the art of fisticuffs. This kid considered me his enemy.

                I am sure that we have all felt like that guy. Somebody gave us a wrong look and they went on our list. Possibly they said something we did not agree with and they became our public enemy number one. If you are like me, the person posted something that went against my beliefs and I was ready to fight.

                The truth is, I struggle sometimes realizing who my real enemy is. A politician is not my enemy (this does not mean that we have to support everything they do.) Tom Brady is not my enemy (yes, I am bitter over the Falcons losing the Super Bowl.) As a Christian, even a radical Muslim who seeks my death is not my enemy. I need to be wary of him, but our battle is not against him.

                Paul tells us in Ephesians that our real enemy is Satan and his demons who wish to destroy us. The politician who is on the opposite side of the aisle, the guy/girl who posts things we do not agree with, the atheist who disagrees with my faith, or the radical Muslim is not who I fight against. They are who we are fighting for. I stand in my faith in Jesus to win the politician, the Facebooker, the atheist, and the Muslim. Satan wants to have them condemned to Hell with him for all of eternity. He hates them as much as he hates us. He is the real enemy, and as long as he has us fighting the wrong people he wins.

                We fight this battle with truth, mercy, and grace. We must stand on the Word of God and not allow ourselves to be compromised, but also stand with compassion. We must guard ourselves from letting harshness invade us. We must be willing to accept insults and persecution in order to win the lost. We must stand like Jesus. We must stand against injustice and for the hurting.

                I do not want you to think that I believe that you should not stand up for what you believe in. If you want to argue with someone on Facebook, more power to you (you are not going to win many arguments online.) You want to put a political sign on your car or in your yard, that is fine. You can stand for any number of things. Just remember that the real battle is not against the people that do not agree with you. The real battle is against Satan.

                I also believe that it is worth noting that the war we are fighting is already won. The birth of Jesus, was a time of great spiritual conflict, as God in flesh appeared on earth to redeem mankind and defeat the hordes of hell. We already have victory and peace in the war with evil and death. Our greatest, and only true enemy, has already been defeated Our battle is to make sure that he does not take more people with him. Let us work hard to achieve this outcome.


               42 years ago, today, January 24, I gloriously and triumphantly entered this world. I am sure that all of you remember exactly where you were when you heard the news of my birth. Walter Cronkite (if you don’t know who he was, Google him) led his evening news with the announcement. President Gerald Ford took time out of his day to offer his congratulations. The United Nations paused their activities to applaud this great event. Times Square in New York City through a huge party in my honor.

                Truthfully, none of those things happened (I know that many of you might have thought so) except that I was born on this day. The heralded Dallas New Era did publish a birth announcement that was read by at least a hundred people. There were not really parties and events scheduled for that day.

                As I think back on the previous 42 years I realize that I have lived a very blessed and fortunate life. I grew up in a two-parent home. I always had everything that I needed. I had two sisters that I could stand to be in the same room with (just kidding, I love my sisters.) I got through high school without being stuffed in a locker. I have two degrees that I received with no college debt attached to them. I married the most beautiful woman in the world who loves me, even though I can be a pain sometimes. I have a smart, handsome son who hasn’t decided that I don’t know anything yet (he is 11. I say give him two more years and dad will become useless except for money), and a precious little girl who still likes to hold my hand. I work at a church that I love and excites me for its future. I have a good life.

                I also know that my good life is a product of God’s love, mercy, and blessing on me. I know this because the Bible tells me so. James 1:17 says, ”Every generous act and every perfect gift is from above…” All of the good in my life is because my Father in heaven has chosen to bless me. I do not know why I have been chosen for this life that I have, but I am grateful for it. I am grateful that when I was seven the Gospel was presented in such a way that I knew I was a sinner and I needed Jesus, so I asked him to be my personal Lord and savior. I am grateful that I had a mom who took me to church every time the doors were open. I am grateful that I had a church that was kind, warm and loving. I am grateful for my call into ministry. I am grateful for my family. I am grateful for Shallow Well Church.

                I know that many people look at their birthdays as just another day. They only recognize that they have just made another trip around the sun. I do not want to be that type of person. I want each year to bring me closer to God, my family, and my church. I want each of my 365 days a year to mean much more than the passing of time. I want to live in such a way that one day I will hear my Lord say, “Well done, good and faithful servant.” I also want to live in a way that will encourage each of you to live in that way also. The best birthday present I can receive is to know that all of the people that I care about the most will receive the same reward in heaven that I will receive, if not even more of a reward than I receive.

                Now, I must be off. President Trump is calling. I am sure it is to tell me that my birthday will be “HUUUGE.”


           Ah, snow days. The Johnston’s current situation has one child in his room watching an Indiana Jones movie by himself (got to love pre-teens), while the other has turned our living room into her personal playroom complete with her Minnie Mouse kitchen. Hot chocolate has been drunk, pajamas have been worn all day, and plenty of binge watching of A&E shows. Snow days are enjoyable.

                Both of my kids love snow days, but for different reasons. Caleb loves snow days because he gets to stay out of school. A snow day means that he does not have to go to bed early and he doesn’t have to get up early. He gets to spend the day sitting around. Charissa loves snow days because she loves playing in it. She loves trying to make snowmen, snow angels, and throwing snowballs. Two different kids with different reasons for loving snow days.

                I have noticed that people kind of feel the same about church. Many people that love church, love it for different reasons. I love church for the Bible teaching. I can put up with bad music, uncomfortable seats, and rude people (I don’t believe that Shallow Well has any of those) as long as the preacher is correctly teaching the Word of God. My wife loves church for the community part of it. She loves how church members help sharpen each other, the fellowship of the saints. We both love church for different reasons.

                I know that not everyone loves the church. Many have been hurt by it, and some simply reject the teachings of it. We should strive to help with the healing of those who have been hurt, and we should have answers for those who reject the teachings.

                I hope that those who are reading this loves the church as much as I do. I would love to hear what you love about the church the most. More than anything though, is I want you to invite people to the church. The best way to get people into church, is to invite them into church. I know that sounds simple, but it actually works. Let us all make it a goal this year to invite as many people as possible to church this year.

Pastor Marty

           Two summers ago I stood in the parking lot of the Lorraine Hotel where Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. I stood not far from the spot where he was shot. I turned around and saw where his killer shot from. I watched the people around me as they looked at the same places I looked. Some stood with tears in their eyes. Others looked slightly bewildered.

             A few hours earlier, I was helping pump gas at a local gas station for a church. I pumped gas for all types of peoples with all types of skin color and all types of beliefs. An hour after standing at the Lorraine Hotel I walked down Beale Street. Once again, I stood shoulder to shoulder with people who were different than me.

             As I think about Dr. King’s legacy, that trip to Memphis, and racial issues in the present, I have conflicting emotions. I am sad that we still live in a country where people are judged based on the color of our skin. I get angry when I see people use this for their benefit. I get excited when I see people of different races living, working, and playing together.

             Ultimately, when I think of Dr. King, I think of Jesus. I truly believe that Dr. King was pushed to do what he did based on his personal relationship with Jesus. If this country has any hope of reconciliation, it will not come from people yelling at each other or trying to force people to believe a certain set of beliefs. The only hope that we have is in Jesus.

             When Jesus was asked what the greatest commandment was (Matthew 22:36-40), he told us that it was to “Love the Lord with all your heart, all your soul, and with all your mind.” He did not end the conversation right there. He added the second greatest commandment. He told us “to love your neighbor as yourself.” After that, he astonishingly told us that “all the Law and all the Prophets hang on these two commandments.” In other words, the Old Testament was built on loving God and loving others. If we are to truly please God, then we must love our neighbors. The Bible teaches us that everyone we come across is our neighbors (Luke 10:25-37). In fact, in the Parable of the Good Samaritan the true neighbor was a person quite unlike who people would have imagined was the neighbor.

               I believe that racial issues are a heart issue. Heart issues are only solved through Jesus. If we want to see a better world we must not only live the life that Jesus calls us to live, we must also share Jesus with others. A world that loves Jesus and lives for Jesus is a world where we all will get along.


              On my desk, there is an old picture of me as a kid with my parents and two older sisters. I have chubby cheeks with lots of freckles. My sisters are both missing teeth. My mom has much longer hair than I remember her ever having. We are definitely wearing late 70’s or early 80’s clothes. I’m not sure if we were ever the typical American family, but we look like it in this picture.

                My dad is also in the picture. He has long hair, which is strange because he never let me grow my hair long. He has a mustache. It looks odd because for most of my life he had a goatee. He is also wearing a suit. I have no memory of that suit, in fact, I don’t really remember him ever wearing a suit.

                Four days into 2007, my father passed away. The ravages of cancer took his voice, his strength, and eventually his mind. I remember the day he died. I was teaching and the vice-principal came and got me out of my class and told me to go see my dad. My mom had called and said that he would not make it much longer. I rushed to their house and spent the next few hours watching him, and waiting for his last breath. It was the saddest thing that I have ever dealt with in my life.

                I miss my dad. It has been ten years and I still think of questions that I need to ask him. I still want his advice for my life. I want to go to the Waffle House with him one more time. I want him to argue with my son (he loved to argue, much like Caleb.) I want him to meet my daughter, he would have loved her.

                My father was not a perfect man, he had more than a few faults. He was wise, though. He helped me avoid many stupid decisions with his wisdom. I may not have liked it, that he thought my ideas would not have worked, but looking back, I am glad that he did not let me make those bad decisions.

He was also very generous.  If there was one quality that he had that I wish I had more of, it would be his generosity. One of my goals this year is to be more generous. More generous with my money (not that there is a lot of it). More generous with my time (I have the same amount that I had last year.) More generous with kind words and actions. In a culture where selfishness is as common as breathing, I want to be an exception. I owe, at least, that to my dad.


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