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About Pastor Marty
Ministering full-time in the Santa Clarita Valley since 1989, Pastor Marty Walker
has led with a passion to see the SCV know the love of Father God. You can hear
about this love each week from Pastor Marty as we gather for our Sunday Celebration
Services.
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Sunday, May 06, 2012
triathlon... (a relay)
The human body has many parts, but the many parts make up one whole body. So it is with the body of Christ. [1 COR 12:12-27]
 {team sanctuary}
The 30th Wildflower Triathlon took place on Cinco de Mayo!
I swam 1.2 miles (did my best not to sinko the mile) Dirk Mullenger biked 56 miles Jerry Jennerson ran 13.1 miles
Surrounded myself with GOOD MEN!!!
This makes for harmony among the members, so that all the members care for each other. [v.25]
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Tuesday, May 01, 2012
influence...
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What is
the purpose of influence?
To speak for those who have no influence!
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Tuesday, April 24, 2012
just keep swimming, that's what you do...
I have a pain. (actually several of them) Most of them are the result of TMB (too many birthdays). My knees make noise going down stairs. Why is that? One day my fingers hurt, the next day nothing. What is that? A good morning of competition in the racquetball court can completely sideline me for day.
Several of my pains have been diagnosed. I developed bursitis (an inflammation of the fluid-filled sac (bursa) that lies between the tendon and bone) in both of my
shoulders swimming competitively and playing water polo in college. A
few years ago, I foolishly walked a couple of miles barefoot on concrete
and developed a painful case of plantar fasciitis. (inflammation of the
arch tendon on the bottom of the foot) Recently my preparations for a
triathlon have given me tendonitis. (more inflammation, this time in
both elbows) I'm thinking it's all pretty much under the category of
TMB!
Some of these pains are deep in the bones, from old injuries, they've remained dormant until the
right (wrong really) season brings that pain back to us. It’s typically not a fatal pain,
but rather ongoing and dull. It allows me to live, but makes that living miserable. This
seasonal pain keeps me in fear and hinders my ability to move
forward. I thought to myself, "Maybe it's time to give up swimming
altogether!"
I have decided to press on toward the finish line.
Sure the prize is temporary and fading. It will be a medal, a ribbon, or
a trophy. But if perseverance is the game, I want to play to the end;
that's the idea right?!
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Tuesday, April 17, 2012
calling all atlases...
God's love is based on nothing, and the fact that it is based on
nothing makes us secure.
Were it based on anything we do, and that
"anything" were to collapse, then God's love would crumble as well.
But with the God of Jesus no such thing can possibly happen. People who realize
this can live freely and to the fullest.
Remember Atlas, who carries the whole
world? We have Christian Atlases who mistakenly carry the burden of trying to
deserve God's love. Even the mere watching of this lifestyle is depressing. I'd
like to say to Atlas: "Put that globe down and dance on it. That's why God made
it."
And to the weary Christian Atlases: "Lay down your load and build
your life on God's love."
We don't have to earn this love; neither do we
have to support it. It is a free gift.
Jesus calls out: "Come to me, all
you Atlases who are weary and find life burdensome, and I will refresh
you.
Brennan Manning
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Wednesday, April 11, 2012
must have...
I just gotta get me one of these!

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Saturday, April 07, 2012
silent saturday...
Today is what I have decided to call Silent Saturday.
It's
that day between Good Friday and Resurrection Sunday. No, not that we
need another noisy holiday ...or holyday. It's that we need to take time
to listen. (listen and silent have more in common than all the same
letters)
As we prepare for easter family gatherings and
congregational celebrations, it would be nice, in the midst of it all,
to take in the quiet. The quiet and calm... after the storm.
The cross was not the big finish those
following Jesus had in mind when they first decided to be found in the
dust of the Rabbi. A Silent Saturday is so we can take in Jesus' death yesterday, and be reminded why we call it "good." (And I'm pretty sure the disciples weren't the ones who coined that phrase after the crucifixion.) He told them all about the cross, He even told them them how and when it would happen. (as usual, they didn't get it)
But today, that day after the cross, those men and women felt the loss of dreams, anticipations, and expectations.
- Saturday is a day of disappointment and failed expectation: "What was that all about? He's gone: dead and buried."
- Saturday is a day of doubt: "Didn't He say he was going to establish a new kingdom?"
- Saturday is a day filled with fear. "Will they be coming after me next?" (remember, Peter was recognized as one of His followers - three times in the high priest's courtyard!)
- Saturday
is pretty powerless. "What happened to all the miraculous? Why didn't
He come down off the cross and show them...like when He walked on
water!?"
Disappointment,
doubt, fear, weakness: sounds a lot like me! What can I do with these
feelings? Where can I go to process them? I think silence is probably
one of the best therapists in town. (And cheap too!)
The
reason I call today Silent Saturday is because I need that silence to
wrestle with my disappointments, my doubts, my failures, and my fears. I
find myself wondering what's happening in my life? Where is Jesus when I
neeed Him? Is He really doing what I neeed Him to do... the way I neeed
Him to to do it!? (those extra e's are to accurately describe these
whiny moments!)
After I'm done with confessing my own
insecurities, I can use this silence to contemplate tomorrows
celebration. (I'm sure glad I know the rest of the story!)
Sunday's-a-comin'
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Wednesday, April 04, 2012
goat for dinner…
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The
young couple invited their elderly pastor for Sunday dinner. While they were in
the kitchen preparing the meal, the minister asked their son what they were
having. "Goat," the little boy replied.
"Goat?" replied the startled pastor, "Are you sure about
that?"
"Yep," said the youngster. "I heard Dad say to Mom, 'Today is
just as good as any to have the old goat for dinner.'"
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Sunday, April 01, 2012
its time has come...
Ever since mankind could go fast, we have longed to go faster. And ever
since we’ve done work, we have longed to have someone else, or something
else, do that work for us. You might already be familiar with our self-driving car project.
We’ve spent years working on a tough engineering problem—how to create a
hardware and software system capable of gathering and interpreting
massive amounts of real-time data and acting on that knowledge swiftly
and surely enough to navigate innumerable varieties of crowded
thoroughfares without ever once (among other human frailties) exploding
in a fit of road rage at the guy who just cut hard left across your lane
without even bothering to flash his blinker.

Read more HERE > http://www.google.com/racing/
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Monday, March 26, 2012
seuss or seese...
We'll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes; but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice; yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men, why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen?
If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet, and I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth?
Then one may be that, And three would be those, yet hat in the plural would never be hose, and the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren, but though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.
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Friday, March 23, 2012
answers...
It seems like everyone wants answers these days. I myself have numerous questions that have perplexed me for some time. If anyone would have simply given one of these thoughtful and insightful responses, my mind would have been at rest.
I have found that there are several answers that will work for almost any situation.
~ Trust me. I do this all the time.
~ Oh, I was absent that day.
~ Gee, I mailed it yesterday. It should be there by the end of the week.
~ That? I had it done when I was in ________ (boot camp / college / love) - stupid, huh?
~ I don't know, I've just always had a way with ________. (people / animals / machines)
~ Hmmm, can you spell that?
~ I don't think I'm ready to make that kind of a commitment.
AND THE NUMBER ONE HANDY ANSWER to ALMOST EVERY QUESTION?
~ No.
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Sunday, March 18, 2012
sundays...
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It's Sunday - good morning,
Lord! Thank You for giving me this day.
I will smile as the joy of your salvation is my strength! Now it's time to get ready for celebration.
As I shower and wash my face, I
pray, Father, wash my sins away.
As I dress, I pray, Father, cover
our congregation.
Hide us under the shadow of Your
wings, cover us with the full armor of God that we may not encounter evil or
harm of any kind.
As I eat my breakfast, I pray,
Father, fill us with Your Word and Your Truth this day. Let us digest and
embrace it, that we may become more like You in every way.
As I clear the table and wash the
dishes, I pray, Father, bless all those who are serving You today.
- Bless the ministers and their
families, the musicians, the singers, and those behind the scenes.
- Bless the hands that have prepared
the bulletin, the news we're about to read.
- Bless those who cook and clean,
maintain and prepare.
- Bless the teachers. May they rightly
divide Your Word and bring a portion to us today.
- Bless each home, family and
marriage. Guide each husband and wife.
- Bless with wisdom each father and
mother, teach each daughter and son.
As I gather my Bible and my keys,
I pray, Father, may pastor's words throughout the SCV be anointed as they share
what You have imparted to them out of Your Holy Word.
Watch over the tithes and
offerings, every thought, idea and plan, that all that we do be in alignment
with You, bringing You pleasure through each woman and man.
Now Father, one more thing I ask
- bless us each and every one.
May all that we do be pleasing to
You!
To the Glory of the Father!
In the Name of the Son!
In the Power of the Holy
Spirit!
Let it be so – Amen! Let it be done – Amen!
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Saturday, March 17, 2012
bad date...
I look forward to Bizarro every day. But today was especially full o' blarney!

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leprechauns...
And a top 'o the gas tank to ya' laddy!!

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012
daffynitions...[pt.2]
[as promised]
MOSQUITO: An insect that makes you like flies better.
RAISIN: Grape with a sunburn.
SECRET: Something you tell to one person at a time.
SKELETON: A bunch of bones with the person
scraped off.
TOOTHACHE: The pain that drives you to
extraction.
TOMORROW: One of the greatest labor saving devices of today.
YAWN: An honest opinion openly expressed.
…and MY Personal Favorite!!
WRINKLES: Something other people have, similar to my character lines.
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Monday, March 12, 2012
daffynitions...[pt.1]
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ADULT: A
person who has stopped growing at both ends and is now growing in the middle.
BEAUTY PARLOR: A place where women curl up and dye.
CANNIBAL: Someone who is fed up with people.
CHICKENS: The only animals you eat before they are born and after they are
dead.
COMMITTEE: A body that keeps minutes and wastes hours.
DUST: Mud with the juice squeezed out
EGOTIST: Someone who is usually me-deep in conversation.
HANDKERCHIEF: Cold Storage.
INFLATION: Cutting money in half without damaging the paper.
[more coming soon]
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Monday, March 05, 2012
calendar funny...
I just realized yesterday was the day Joshua led the children around the walls of Jericho... March 4th.... get it... march forth!
It's not just a date, it's a command...
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Saturday, March 03, 2012
growth vs. health...
I went to an all-day seminar on Advancing Leadership.
If we are going to grow up like Christ we must stop the obsession on growth. If we simply look to be healthy, growth happens automatically.
Focus on how many are sitting in church on a given Sunday, and your thoughts, emotions and motivations will fluctuate like the numbers they represent.
Church
Growth - even cemeteries grow numerically.
Church Health - brings discipleship (because, who doesn't want to be a healthy person?) and ultimately reproduction!
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012
get it right the first time...
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A young
priest arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other priest in
copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand. 
He notices, however, that all of the priests are copying from copies, not from
the original manuscript. So, the new priest goes to the Bishop to
question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the
first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued
in all of the subsequent copies.
The Bishop says, 'We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but
you make a good point, my son.'

He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original
manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for
hundreds of years.

Hours go by and nobody sees the old Bishop. .
So, the young priest gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him
banging his head against the wall and wailing,

'We missed the R! We missed the R! We missed the R!'
His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The
young priest asks the old Bishop, 'What's wrong, father?'
With a choking voice, the old Bishop replies…

'The word was...'celebRate'!!!
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Wednesday, February 22, 2012
surrender is easy...
It’s
easy to surrender when you have nothing to lose.
When I came to Jesus and
allowed Him to fix my relationship with God I received a death certificate.
I'm now alive in Him and it becomes harder to surrender the more I have; the
more I believe I have to protect. (Internal or external)
We have a much harder time and cannot give up
/ give in when we believe “my life has value or worth.”
Value comes ONLY IN JESUS.
And that's when surrender is easy.
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Sunday, February 19, 2012
nicely folded...
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Why did
Jesus fold the linen burial cloth after His resurrection?
The
Gospel of John (20: 7) tells us that the cloth, which was placed over the face
of Jesus, was not just thrown aside like the grave clothes. The Bible takes an entire verse to tell us
that the napkin was neatly folded, and was placed at the head of that stony
coffin.
Is that
important? You'd better believe it! Is that significant? Absolutely!
Is it really significant? Yes!
In order
to understand the significance of the folded napkin, you have to understand a
little bit about Hebrew tradition of that day.
The folded napkin had to do with the Master and Servant, and every
Jewish boy knew this tradition. When the
servant set the dinner table for the master, he made sure that it was exactly
the way the master wanted it. The table
was furnished perfectly, and then the servant would wait, just out of sight,
until the master had finished eating, and the servant would not dare touch that
table, until the master was finished.
Now if
the master had finished eating, he would rise from the table, wipe his fingers,
his Mouth and clean his beard, and would wad up that napkin and toss it onto
the table. The servant would then know
to clear the table. In those days, the
wadded napkin meant, "I'm done".
But if the Master got up from the table, and folded his napkin, and laid
it beside his plate, the servant would not dare touch the table, because the
servant knew that the folded napkin meant, "I'm not finished yet".
The
folded napkin meant, "I'm coming back!"
He is Coming Back!
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