Forrest "MinFo" White

 


Forrest White joined the staff at Trinity in the spring of 1998.  Since then, he has sought to engage youth in ministry, while ministering to their needs as well.  Before coming to Trinity, Forrest was an award-winning newspaper reporter at two South Carolina newspapers and a volunteer youth leader. He and his wife Desda, Trinity's Director of Newcomer Ministries, are blessed to have two daughters (Haley born Christmas Day 1992 and Kerrigan born October 22, 2001) and a son (Austin born June 12, 1995).

Don't be deceived by the picture ... Forrest is bald and proud. He loves the beach, golf, fishing (thanks to Austin), baseball, and anything his children like to do.

Forrest has a simple prayer for his life and Trinity's youth ministry:

Not my will, but God's will be done.

Contact Forrest:  (804) 288-6057, ext. 207 or fwhite@trinityumc.net.

   
 
  Catherine Tudor, Associate for middle school
 

  Catherine Tudor joined the Trinitystaff as associate director of youth ministry July 1, 2008. Catherine grew up at Trinity and, while at James Madison University, spent the summers working at Camp Willow Run, a Christian camp for youth on Lake Gaston in North Carolina.During her time as a Trinity youth, she was a core member of this youth ministry. She:


  • Completed Disciple I, II, and III (bible studies)
  • Leader of youth praise team
  • Active participant in intercessory prayer ministry
  • Led Synago Bible Studies for peers
  • Covenant group participant
  • Heavily involved in UMYF
  • Heavily involved in local service component
  • Key member of mission teams that served in the inner cities of Washington, Philadelphia, Chicago, and Boston
  • Key member of building mission teams that served in Asheville, N.C.; and three times in Charleston, S.C.;

   
 

No Melancholy Messiah

Did Jesus like to have fun?

It’s a question that doesn’t come up too often.

The Gallup organization once posed such a question and found that over half of all Americans surveyed believe Jesus was not fun-loving. It seems that many if not most picture Jesus as a stern, serious teacher who rarely ever smiled, much less laughed. Even Christians are likely, it seems, to see him as a stuffy savior, a melancholy Messiah as it were.

That’s unfortunate.

The Gospel writers chose to focus on Jesus’ profound teaching, his miraculous power, his unfathomable love, and his life-changing sacrifice.

And rightly so.

They didn’t tell of the times he cut up with his friends or laughed with the children, but they also don’t tell of times he lost baby teeth or bathed or picked splinters from his fingers or ducked in to the Welcome Center on the outskirts of Jerusalem to use the bathroom. But because we know Jesus was fully human, it’s reasonable to expect that he did all those things and countless more, just as we do over the course of our lifetimes.

It’s also reasonable to believe that he laughed often and much.

Above all else, Jesus was a loving soul. And people who let love lead them don’t often get bogged down in the pettiness of life, do they? Focusing on worries robs people of joy. Jesus advised against it. He preferred to trust God. Worrying wastes time. It distracts you from living.

“The thief (Satan) comes only to steal and kill and destroy,” Jesus said in John’s Gospel (10:10). “I have come that you may have life and have it abundantly.”

Abundant life is passionate life, with lots of love and laughter and just plain fun.

People probably assume Jesus wasn’t a whole lot of fun because his teaching called for high ethical standards.

Who hasn’t seen the stereotypical image – an angel on one shoulder imploring man to make the morally right choice, the devil on the other coaxing him to be naughty. (The message is not so subliminal, is it? One side has all the fun.)

Well, here’s a newsflash: Moral strength and unbridled fun aren’t mutually exclusive.

What does the world sell young people searching for fun? Girls Gone Wild on Spring Break? Underage drinking? Your drug of choice? Internet porn? One-night stands?

Funny, but aren’t those the kinds of things that steal and kill and destroy?

I’m not buying the myth that Jesus didn’t know how to have a good time. (As my friend Tyler points out, he walked on water! How cool is that? I imagine he had more than a few laughs during that walk, too, as he thought about sneaking up on the disciples.)

Of course, I don’t buy another popular myth either – that God’s a cosmic killjoy, patrolling the heavens and just waiting for us to mess up so he can inflict us with a stomach bug or make us go bald or zap us with a lightning bolt.

I prefer to think of God as the loving father depicted in the parable of the lost (or prodigal) son. You know the story. The son gets tired of waiting for his father to die, so he asks for and receives his inheritance. He takes off, blowing all of the money on women and wild living. Hungry and humiliated, he returns to his father, hoping simply to land a job as a hired hand. The father rushes out to greet the son, his arm's wide open, his heart bursting with a mixture of love and relief. There would be time later for holding the young man accountable.

But later.

First there would be a celebration, a huge celebration. This is my image of God. Yes, he holds us accountable. But, yes, he loves us unconditionally.

If you told the prodigal son story to a group of people and asked them to pick up from the point the young man returns home, they would probably finish it like this ...

The old man waited on the porch with a tight jaw and bushels full of "I told you so" and "How dare you?" He spent most of the evening lecturing, then laying down a list of rules and ways for the son to repay him for the money squandered. He would remind junior day after day of his foolishness to the point that, at times, the young man wished he had never gone home.

Fortunately for us, our God is far above human pettiness.

As Christians, we are not disciples of one who never had any fun, just as we aren’t children of a graceless God.

The bible tells us we were created in His image, which means we are like Him, at least in small ways.

We simply can not get enough laughter in our days now, can we?

If we can't get enough laughter, then what about God?

So, of course, Jesus laughed ... maybe more so than most, being fully human and fully God. Of course, Jesus had fun, lots of it. At times, he was even criticized by the pompous "religious" types for having too much fun. Children loved to be around him. Most kids I've ever known don't flock to the solemn or the scowling. They rush to be with the ones who are fun to be around.

No, Jesus was not a melancholy messiah. He came so that we could have an abundant life. And what would he know about that kind of life, if the one he lived was always so serious?

Published on Thursday, February 5, 2009 @ 10:01 AM CDT
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  A Time To Build
 
Mary Elizabeth was a child of Trinity.

She was baptized here as a little girl, confirmed here as a youth. She knelt at the altar and took communion and walked the center aisle as an acolyte. She sat in the pews and worshipped, on countless Sunday mornings and candle-lit Christmas Eves.

President of the Trinity youth back in her day. Ultimate Frisbee team captain. Disciple Bible study participant. Mission team leader as a high school and college youth.

When her body died at the age of 24 after a brave five-month battle against leukemia, we gathered here at Trinity to say farewell, our hearts heavy as we considered life without her.
Since then, we have spoken of her often at this church, as we raised money to build a Habitat for Humanity house in her memory and recruited volunteers to help.Truly, from her earliest days to the days soon after her soul returned to the loving arms of God, the one many simply called MEB was a child of Trinity.

We stood in a circle in the back church parking lot on an August morning in 2007, beneath a sleepy blue sky, and there was silence as I read Ecclesiastes 3:1-12.

"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,

a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,

a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,

a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,

a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,

a time for war and a time for peace.

What does the worker gain from his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men. He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

I know that there is nothing better for men than to be happy and do good while they live."

Mary Elizabeth's time to die came far too soon, I said. But she was happy and she did plenty of good while she lived.

Her goodness and her faithfulness to her friends and her family and her God ... That's what brought us together to start building the walls on that August morning.

In the time since she left us, we have wept over our loss. We have laughed at memories of her. We have talked as we struggled to make sense of it all. And we've been silent when we just didn't know what to say. We have mourned. We have embraced. We have loved.


And we have built a house for Ms. Elam and her daughter to make a home.


Indeed, there is a time for everything and a season for every activity under heaven ...

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