Valley View Church

47 year-old Pastor Justin Buzzard did something this week that most sane people would avoid: he took the field in his first college football game …

91 year old Dale Sanders shows us the value of endurance through falls in an article about being the oldest hiker of the Appalachian trail.

I remember the first time I learned about fly-fishing. I knew of fly-fishing in general, though I had never actually seen it in real life. Then I met Chuck Farneth. This guy was crazy about fly-fishing. It’s almost all he talked about. If you spent two minutes with him, he’d find a way to turn the conversation to fly-fishing. He tied his own lures (called “flies”), loved leading father-son trips, and he has spent all day standing in the river in the same spot hunting down “the’big one” (even skipping food because “you can eat any time, you can’t fish any time”). What I found most interesting about his passion was how he would practice his casting for an hour a day, in the street, in front of his house. There’s nothing stranger than seeing a guy fishing the pavement for an hour in the evening, but he didn’t care; he was that dedicated to improving his craft, because he was crazy about fly-fishing.

This week we will be looking at the passage in the Sermon on the Mount where Jesus says that His disciples are to be like salt and light. As we will see, that means a number of things, but one thing for sure is that a small number of disciples have influenced the entire world. Their actions and their efforts to tell others about Jesus have ended up spreading throughout the world. We are called to live in a way that the world notices something different about us. The way we act should point them to Jesus.

Probably a more relevant analogy is the hunger we see in a healthy teenager. It seemed in my high school years that food was almost always at the forefront of my mind. I could never get enough, always asking my lunch-mates “are you going to eat that?” There is a ravishing hunger that hits at that age that seems insatiable. In fact, if a teenager is not hungry, it usually points to something being wrong, because a healthy teen should have a healthy appetite.  

Now Dan found himself holding his breath while he waited for the boat and Trevor to pop up again. There were no more docks after this one so everything should have been fine. He should pop up and swim to the edge; except this time neither the boat nor Trevor popped up. They had been pushed down and trapped in the cables under the dock. Trevor was being held against the boat with the force of the water pushing against him. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what was right-side up. He didn’t know if he could get away from the boat and, if he did, he wasn’t sure which direction to swim. He was panicking and quickly running out of air.

When Julie first showed me how to use a real camera, not just a cardboard disposable film camera, but a legitimate SLR Canon with a fancy lens, one of the things I had to learn was how to focus the shot. With autofocus, you look for where to place a little yellow box, then half-press the main button to cause the camera to focus on that spot, rather than focusing on a mountain in the distant background, or the grass in the foreground. Many phone cameras have a similar feature: tap on the screen where you want to focus. This is important because if you don’t focus on the right thing, the picture won’t turn out right. Focus on the bright sunset, and none of the faces show up. Focus on the distant grizzly bear attacking the overly curious tourist at Yellowstone, and your family members, who you actually wanted in the picture, will be fuzzy and out of focus.

In the early summer of 1968, Richard Proenneke looked down from a prop plane window, gazing at the placid lake where he would soon begin his year-long adventure. The plane touched down on the remote Alaskan body of water, glided to the shore, and spilled him and his contents onto the bank where he would spend the next four months building his own cabin with hand tools. Then, he would spend the remainder of a year living on his own in the Alaskan wilderness, where the nearest neighbor would be over 50 miles away. His plan was to spend an entire year there surviving by his own hands. Of course this would require a tremendous amount of ability, skill, fortitude, and a significant measure of introvertedness. He brought film cameras and movie cameras to document the experience, in fact, you can read his journals and watch the documentary created from what he captured. It might seem that he was a man completely independent and able to depend on himself solely for his existence. 

In July we are focused on our 2026 theme “Walk by Faith.” Sunday, Perris Jones shared with us about his journey of faith, how God guided him through one challenge after another throughout his life. I was at the UofL vs UVA game when Perris was paralyzed. It was a scary moment for everyone in the stadium. You never want to see that happen to a promising young athlete with his whole life ahead of him. They wheeled him off the field and the game went on and, it’s sad to say, but I didn’t think much about him after that till I saw the news story that he had walked (by faith) out of U of L Hospital three weeks later. His life had radically changed, but for the rest of us, life just went on.

No matter where we’ve lived (Arkansas, Phoenix, South Pacific), or how long we lived there, whenever someone asked where we were from, we always answered “Kentucky.” When God called us to serve at Valley View, it was a homecoming that we’ve relished since. Over the last few months I’ve had a number of pastor friends come to visit and many are jealous to hear me talk of all the friendships and connections to this community. I can drive down just about any road between home and church and have a flood of memories from the people and places that inhabit the homes and businesses in the Southend.