3 Things Pastor Mark Jones Taught Me

Pastor Mark Jones encouraged me early and often in my pursuit of writing for the Kingdom. He avidly read my blog and shared his thoughts on different posts I published, frequently offering an encouraging word or helpful insight. In this moment, I pray that the Lord would give me the words to share about my friend and brother in Christ, Mark Walton Jones.

Oceans of emotions flood my eyes, showered with waves of joy. I am ripped-up, torn in two while in wondrous awe all at the same time. Reflecting on the events of these past few days, I am deeply moved by the incredible men God has placed in my life. Meeting Gordon MacDonald and Mark Jones in the same lifetime is indeed one of the sweetest privileges any man could know. My heart leaps with joy at the mental picture of Gordon seeing Mark enter Heaven’s Pearly Gate, welcoming Mark to his eternal home.

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Gordon MacDonald playing the saw. July 27, 2012.

Walking the halls of the church, I would often hear Mark shout “Hey Handsome!”. I’d turn to see Mark’s big audacious smile radiating the joy of Jesus my way. I would smile back and reply “Hey there my Beautiful BFAM!” (Brother from Another Mother). We’d both crack up, exchange a wave as we headed in separate directions or run over and give each other a big bear hug. From the time we first met it felt like Mark and I had known each other forever. I think that’s what it meant to meet Mark Jones; he never met a stranger.

In the short season I knew him, ministered with him at Trinity Bible Church, and served under his leadership as part of Trinity’s Worship Team, I learned a ton from this faithful man of God. Some of the lessons he taught me, he also taught others. There are many to choose from but I’ve landed on 3 that I hope and pray will be a blessing to you as they have been to me.

Guard your Witness

We’ve likely all heard the saying that we may be the only Bible someone reads. Mark encouraged me to guard my witness carefully to avoid distracting anyone from Jesus. “You’re either pointing people to Jesus or pushing them away,” he’d say. Choose wisely. Think before you speak and recognize every thought does not need to be spoken. Once, Mark and I spent 30 consecutive days praying for each other asking God to guide our words. We both knew words to be powerful, sharp tools. What we say can either lift people up or devastate them. Let your words point people toward the Gospel. Don’t destroy your testimony or blemish your witness by speaking careless words with unintended consequences. Guard your witness so that you may be a comfort and a light to others. This is a principle Mark faithfully demonstrated.

Worship is a Lifestyle

As anyone who knew Mark can attest, he loved and lived for worship. He sought the Lord out daily, seeking to be in His presence. Mark believed in the importance of matching your walk with your talk. Boasting in Christ can be meaningless if we forget to imitate our Lord and Savior in all that we say and do. Before you do something ask, “Will this glorify God? If not, do you need to be doing it?” For Mark, worship was not something you only did on Sunday. For Mark worship here on Earth was a lifestyle, as it undoubtedly continues to be in Heaven.

Pray Early, Often, and Late

Mark prayed before his feet hit the floor in the morning, before he went to bed at night, and every moment in between. Mark taught me to pray with people the very moment they asked or shared a need. For Mark, there was no time like the present. He prayed with them right then and there. Yes, he would lift them up in prayer at other times as well, but Mark believed in the importance of praying with people immediately. I think this is something he learned from Brother Gordon MacDonald, who would often drop into prayer during conversations you were having with him.  Since we first met in December 2010, Mark and I prayed together a lot and for a long laundry list of different concerns. We prayed for others; we prayed for each other.

Earlier this Spring when Mark asked me to join him in praying about a decision he was prayerfully contemplating, I was honored to walk alongside him. At the time, neither of us envisioned that the Lord would be calling Mark home so suddenly. As I visited with him in his rehab room the week before he died, we prayed together. As we prayed, I didn’t know it would be the last time I’d have the privilege of praying with my brother here on this side of Heaven or I would have prayed longer. After his fall, Mark committed to never again taking a step for granted. We prayed that God would heal him and make him able to walk again. And He has.

God calling Mark home so suddenly was simply not something anyone considered being part of the equation. Not now. But God had other plans. And while I can’t fathom beginning to understand it, I know that Mark would be the first to remind us of God’s goodness and faithfulness.

“God is good all the time and all the time God is good.”-Mark W. Jones

God remains worthy of our trust. As believers, we know that God is for us not against us.

 

Mark Walton Jones

Pastor Mark Jones

Mark loved people. They fueled him. They energized him. This past month, I know how much all the visits, calls, texts and prayers meant to him. He told me so as I sat by his bedside. “Some folks like to catch up on their reading when they’re in the hospital,” Mark shared, “but that’s not me. I thrive on being around people.” He was so incredibly upbeat, encouraged, and excited about the outpouring of love showered on him, Rebecca and his family.

“I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.” Philippians 3:14 (NIV)

I had no idea Mark would make it to the finish line so far ahead of us. Until our big reunion in the sky, we will miss you dearly. Well done my Beautiful BFAM. Well done.

Finding Hope In A World of I Don’t Care

The other day while Sweet T and I were sharing the love of Jesus down at the Center of Hope women’s shelter, we both had the opportunity to visit with a homeless family that we’d met there on a previous trip Downtown. 

Pamela, the 71 year old family matriarch, her adult daughter Heather, and Pamela’s grandson Nathanael have been homeless several months now since they lost their apartment. After a number of life events happened causing them to get behind on the rent, they found themselves drowning from the sheer financial weight of trying to keep a roof over their head. 

You’d never know from his big grin or joyful laugh that Nathanael suffers from cerebral palsy and spends most of his time confined to a wheelchair. Nathanael is filled with tremendous joy; a gift he undoubtedly gets from his mother and grandmother. 

Yes, their faces reflect the troubles they face but their countenance exudes confidence that comes from an unflinching faith, even amidst the hardships they face. They are a tight knit family of three, determined to see each other through this rough patch. 

Nathaniel’s father isn’t presently in the picture, too busy grappling demons of his own. 

What follows below is a poem Pamela shared with us and that she’s given me her permission to share with you. 

Living on the streets, Pamela sees a lot of things that give her pause and cause her to contemplate the world that surrounds her. She meditates on big things, recording her ruminations on any scrap paper she can rustle up. 

This is not the first difficult time she’s endured. She is determined to persevere and share her faith with a lost and fallen world in need of a Savior. “Trust in Jesus,” Pamela would readily tell you. “The Lord won’t never let you down.”

Here is her poem “Hope in a World of I Don’t Care”, shared with her permission and encouragement.

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Is there any hope out there in a world of I don’t care?

Is there any hope out there when people are too busy going from here to there?

Is there any hope out there where all kinds of violence occurs everyday and everywhere?

Is there any hope out there when social media and cyber-bullying is so rampant in our schools all around the world?

Is there any hope out there when and where hatred and racism are more prevalent today than yesterday?

Is there any hope out there where there are too many homeless people in the streets who don’t have a place to go in our world?

Is there any hope out there when the government is cutting programs, jobs, and needed funding to function in the U.S.?

Is there any hope out there where neighbors don’t get to know each other and help each other out when needed?

Is there any hope out there in a world of I don’t care?

Yes, there is hope and all you have to do is look to Heaven and ask God to take care of everything you are thinking of from this poem.

I wrote this poem from my heart and my thoughts.

Pamela Park 6/25/2017

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”  Joshua 1:9 ESV