SOMETHING TO CONSIDER

Today God Is Faithful....what a year!

2011-12-26T13:50:00.002-06:00

I say it almost every year (about this time), but I want to say it again: "What a year!" What a faithful, gracious, loving, wonderful God we have! Some of the "significant" times of 2011:

1) Worked at the hospital on New Year's Day. I volunteered for this day, because I'd rather work--get the holiday pay--than to hear coworkers whine about having to work...just give it to me.

2) TWENTY-THREE inches of snow on February 1st. The very first full day of Founder's Week at the Moody Bible Institute (here in Chicago) saw the 3rd largest blizzard in recorded Chicago history...it was breathtaking, awe-inspiring, and DEEP. That large shovel in my hall closet came in real handy....because we had 7-feet drifts against the front door of my apartment building at the time...

3) My 49th birthday was on a Sunday...and lots of friends were so kind to celebrate with me....wonderful food, deep fellowship, and I felt truly loved. The 50th is coming up....

4) I moved from my beloved Logan Square to East Rogers Park....I really didn't want to move, but due to the "downsizing" in my paycheck, I couldn't go any further in the hole than I already had fallen. (After all, I'm not the Federal Government...)...but the LORD provided a wonderful place. My friends, Joel and Janet Ristuccia moved from the apartment they were renting on a Thursday, and I moved in two days later--that Saturday. I'm grateful for good neighbors, a nice place to live, and for God's provision in my life.

5) My Grandmother Fields graduated to Heaven on May 17th...and thanks to the generosity of a precious friend, I was able to fly to Alabama, and be there for the viewing and funeral. This was also a treasured time of seeing friends--some I had not seen in 30 years or more....Granny is in glory....rejoicing, worshipping Jesus....and we'll see her again very soon.

6) On June 27th, I assumed a new position at Rush University Medical Center. I became a Clinic Coordinator 2 in the Rush University Medical Group Float Pool. I am still a full time employee, but now I work all over the Medical Group....and so far, so good. I have a wonderful supervisor, and work with some tremendous people....and I have my weekends free!

7) The Lord has brought some very special friends into my life...who have won a place in my heart very quickly...one is a high school teacher/football coach---and now a Second Lieutenant in the United States Marine Corp. So very proud of him...Brandon, you are a wonderful man, and tremendous friend.

8) Had the wonderful privilege--again thanks to the generosity of a precious friend--to attend the Homecoming Weekend festivities at my alma mater, Lee University in Cleveland TN. Had the glorious thrill of seeing so many people that I have loved for so long...and who have loved me through it all. I can't begin to say what this meant to me.

9) Worshipping regularly with my Moody Church family---the very center of my "universe" here in Chicago....and God has been so good.

I'm excited about 2012.

Heroes...

2011-09-07T11:24:00.002-05:00

I was talking with a friend this morning--and I asked, "Who are your heroes in life?" I was disheartened to hear that my friend really has no "heroes." I'm more than happy to share some of mine.

Most of my heroes in life are teachers/professors and people in full-time ministry. These are the people who have most affected my life...and helped me to "walk forward" over the last almost 50 years (wow...I'm getting OLDer).

It has been those teachers/professors who "instructed me" in the ways of life, living, and learning. More than one teacher took this little "orphan boy" and helped him "learn"...I was always CRAZY about most of my teachers through my educational career...Some of these same people are still my dearest friends...I could never have survived without them.

The precious pastors in my life---what can I say about them? These people have shepherded my soul...made me part of the larger "family" in the local church....prayed for me when I was sick, applauded me when I did well, and encouraged me when I didn't do so well. These "people of God" have given me opportunities that I could never have dreamed of having otherwise...

My heroes.

Love Calls...

2011-08-29T13:31:00.002-05:00

This past Saturday morning, I just felt like I needed to start "expressing" myself more....(and this would be a real shocker for some of you who think I already "express" myself wwwaaaaay too much as it is...)

But as I was sensing the nearness of the Lord Jesus, I felt that I needed to make some "love calls." The purpose of these calls is to tell some folks how much I love them and what they mean to me.

No agenda, no asking for anything---not even sharing prayer requests...Just telling some folks how they have enriched my life over the years...

I still have a bunch of people to call....what about you?

Confessions....yet another one...

2011-08-24T10:32:00.002-05:00

I experienced the powerful presence of the LORD this morning....while I was sitting on the train--headed to work.

Lately, I've been "confused" about the "wilderness" that I seem to be wandering/wondering through these days. Deep down I want to believe that I am "following Christ" and walking in step with the Holy Spirit--but most days, I'm just not sure about whether I am really "following" or just wishing that I were following Him as I ought.

Eighteen months ago I left a job that I had loved for more than six years. The pay was good (not great, but very good), the working conditions were good....after all I had worked there for more than 6 years....but the LORD was clearly wanting me to look "further" and walk in another direction....but why?

All I could discern was that I should go work in the medical field again (I had worked in a hospital during my seminary years, and then my first job after moving to Chicago in August 2000)...and to eventually pursue training in the "nursing" field. All the "signs" were indicating that I would be going back to school to become a Registered Nurse....

I knew it would take "awhile"--more than a few months---and I was (still am) willing to do this the "slow" (not my preferred) method. I wasn't counting on the "process" taking so long, but I am willing to "wait" if that's what it requires.

This morning, I clearly heard the LORD speaking to my heart to "put the nursing training on hold" because HE wants me to learn "contentment" and "obedience" and "submission." He has 'other plans' for me right now....and only HE knows what those plans entail.

I just know that HE has other plans for me. This is not really 'distressing'--but perhaps a bit confusing for me. I'm one of those people who likes a "clear plan" (with all the details in place) so I can begin "working the plan" and seeing some progress.

That is not always how the LORD chooses to do things in my life. I am learning and re-learning this all the time.

21 Months ago, this very day...(October 26, 2009)

2011-07-26T08:59:00.004-05:00

I was preparing for a radio interview with my friend Chris Fabry (www.chrisfabrylive.org), and then readying myself to fly to Birmingham, Alabama where I would spend the evening with my great friends, Dr Tim Stone and his wife Tammy.

The next morning (October 27, 2009), Tim and I enjoyed a wonderful breakfast at IHOP--my "last meal" according to "Dr Stone." (I still called him "friend" after such a negative announcement...LOL). I had to gently assert that I was "donating a kidney, not having my head lopped off.

That was 21 months ago today....wow, God has been so good--and how time flies!

"At my age?"

2011-05-01T15:55:00.002-05:00

I will be fifty years old on March 13, 2012. (Honestly, I never thought I'd live to see the day, and I'm still not so sure of it...)

But now I'm becoming incredibly introspective...looking "back" to see all the things I missed along the journey thus far...glad that I missed some of them, and mourning my foolishness in overlooking others of "them." If I had it to do all over again...yeah, I know..."famous last words"--well, for somebody at least.

Having grown up without parents in the home (my paternal grandmother was my parent, since my folks divorced when I was very small), I have felt "abandoned" most of my life. I still feel that way sometimes...but nearly as much as I did in my "earlier" years. Looking back, I realize that God never abandoned me...even though I often wonder why He allowed some of the things that happened.

I often look back, wondering what my life would have been like (for the last 25+ years) if I had been more studious in college, my grades had been much better, and I had been more concerned with the "academics" than with all that "other stuff" I deemed to be so important at the time. My college years were a tremendous learning experience for me, in hindsight. I only wish I could re-do them now...

I often look back, wondering what it would have been like to pursue a romance, get engaged, and marry the "lady of my dreams." I won't be indicting anyone here--since the "world wide web" really is "world wide" and I don't need to be getting myself into "webs" from which I may never escape....so these "ladies" shall remain nameless....or at least "detail-less." (For the obsessively curious, there were THREE crushes, at various points in my life).

I look back and wonder what it would have been like to stay near all the biological kin--instead of moving away 30+ years ago, and only occasionally visiting. I do emphasize "occasionally"---about once every three years or so.

I do reflect on what "might have been"---realizing that "yesterday's gone" and wondering where those other "roads less traveled" (in my life, at least) would have led....

But now, that I'm nearly the "50" mark...all I can say is "the LORD is my Light and my Salvation..." With all the mis-steps, mistakes, and times of doubt/fear/rebellion, I know this much: God has been merciful and good.

So "at my age" I just have to look forward, knowing that the "best is yet to come." I have more friends in Heaven than I have on this planet Earth now, and all that "could have been" is in the Lord's hands. All that "might have been" is in His hands also. But more importantly, all that "will be" is also in His hands.

And "at my age" I rest in the fact (and the promise) that HE sees everything beforehand and nothing reaches His children that hasn't passed through the filter of His very love for us.

At my age, that's all I need to know.

Bill George profoundly inspired my heart..so many years ago!

2011-04-30T16:21:00.002-05:00

I'll just go ahead and admit it: I was a VERY CONFUSED young man during my five years of undergraduate studies. I wasn't on drugs (either legal or otherwise), I wasn't an alcoholic...or involved immorally in anything. I was just "confused." I knew the LORD had His hand on me...but just wasn't sure where I was to go, or what I was to be doing...or even what I should be pursuing...

During my last semester of undergrad studies at Lee (www.leeuniversity.edu), I took an "Introduction to World Missions" course with Doctor Bill George. He is a veteran missionary, educator, pastor, and church leader. His overwhelming love for the "people of the world" struck a very strong chord on my heart strings. I had always thought "missions" was for someone else...but in this "Intro" class, I realized that "missions" was for me...that God could and would use me in HIS mission, if I'd just let Him.

Bill's class was never boring, stodgy, or lifeless. With the power of the Holy Spirit enriching his ministry, and the active participation of my fellow classmates, this "Intro" class was one of the best courses I had ever taken.

What I didn't realize at the time was how profoundly Dr George's life and ministry would impact me. Everywhere I would travel in the years that were to follow, I'd be confronted with the lessons I had learned from the "Introduction to World Missions" course.

Twenty four years after leaving Lee, in ways that only God could orchestrate, Dr Bill George and I would become closer than I could have ever imagined. I would become a living kidney donor for him at the University of Alabama-Birmingham Medical Center.

Since that time, Dr George has traveled several thousand miles, written a couple of books, gotten his "life" back (without dialysis ruling it at least 3 times a week)...and we both praise GOD for HIS goodness to us.

Bill's commitment to "missions" still inspires me.

Someone who GREATLY influenced my life: Leonard F Kendrick

2011-04-09T13:25:00.007-05:00

I've been away from my blogging for more than a month now--and I really have no good reason(s)--just a lot of excuses, which all sound reasonable to me...and only to me. I've been giving very serious contemplation to the people who have "greatly influenced" my life---and I realized there have been SO MANY...and each of them in very, very different ways. I first met Leonard F Kendrick when I was just 13 years old--(that would have been in the mid 1970s) when he came to preach a weekend revival meeting at our local church in Huntsville, Alabama. He was tall, distinguished, and 'stately'--if that term can be used to describe a minister...he certainly was "stately." He mentioned to me, after that first Friday evening service, how he wished he had all my "energy." He even told my pastor that the church should "bottle up all my energy" and sell it--they would make a fortune. I was duly and completely impressed with Brother Kendrick from the very first time I met him. He would become a regular "guest" at the West Huntsville pulpit--normally about twice a year...and I always looked forward to him coming. Every year when I would make my "pilgrimage" to Cleveland Tn for the Annual Assembly, I would make sure to find him during my "one day" trip to this wonderful "feast of fat things", spiritually speaking. He always seemed thrilled to see me, and I know I was absolutely delighted to see him. A few years later, I would move to Cleveland, Tennessee to start my "college adventure" (I hesitate to call it a "career" because 3-5 years isn't exactly a "career" to me). I knew Brother Kendrick and his wife Joyce would become very dear friends to me...even more than they already were. On more than one occasion, I would go see "Brother Leonard" and talk with him about any variety of things that were on my mind. If I needed $10 I could always go to his office, ask, and usually receive. I always knew to "pay it back" immediately as well. I would always see him, his wonderful wife Joyce at the Peerless Road Church on Sunday morning, Sunday evening, and for the Wednesday evening services. They always sat on the second pew near the end, Organ side of the sanctuary. Always....ALWAYS... When I decided to enter the United States Air Force on active duty, Brother "K" was the first person I called to tell. He thought it would be a great thing. He was a veteran of World War II, having served in the United States Navy, and he strong encouraged me to pursue military service. From September 1986 through August 20, 1996 I made sure that I stayed in contact with the Kendricks...regardless of where I was living at the time. I always called, or sent letters/postcards--this was LONG before the cell phone, emails, and FACEBOOK ever became part of the vocabulary, slang or otherwise. When I left active duty in August 1996, I returned to Cleveland TN to pursue a masters degree at the Church of God seminary, adjacent to what is now Lee University. I was more than thrilled to be back near the Kendricks, among others whom I loved and treasured. Leonard had retired from his position as General Treasurer of the denomination (Church of God of Prophecy), and was now pastoring a small country church of about 70 people. He told me over and over again that "being a pastor was the very best thing" he had ever done. He never wanted to do anything except be a "shepherd to God's sheep." He had traveled the world with his positions at the headquarters for the church, but his first love was being a "pastor." He never sought higher positions, and never really sought to stay in them. He always wanted to be a pastor. When his grandson Curry came along, we all started calling him "Dadda" (pronounced "dad" and "uh") For the 14 years before his death, he and I talked about three times a week, usually. I could tell him ANYTHING, and I usually did. He and Hollis Gause know things about me that I would never share with ANYONE else...I knew that Brother "K" would keep those things to himself, and would take them to his grave. I knew that I could trust him 1000% percent...with anything. Many times our conversations wouldn't last more than five minutes, if that long. But he would always end by telling me that he "has me at the top of the prayer list" and every morning he called my name out to the LORD in prayer. I lived to hear that promise! What I learned most from him: 1. Always keep your word. Always. If something happens, and you have to break your word, then the persons affected need to know as soon as possible from you--not someone else. 2. Love people where they are...not where you wish there were. This one is more challenging for me, because I don't do such a good job "loving people where they are" when I wish they were "somewhere else" in their lives. But Brother "K"--Dadda--showed me how to love people by the very way he consistently loved me. 3. Be thankful. No one exhibited the Fruit of the Spirit more than Leonard Kendrick did, in my very unbiased opinion. I never heard him say an unkind word about anyone....not ever. He was never rude or condescending to anyone. He may not agree with everyone, and he had no problem stating why he "disagreed" with a person or a position. He was every much a CHRIST-ian....I saw the face of Jesus in him. 4. Keep relationships--all of them--strong and vibrant. There are no "practice" relationships in the family of God....every single member of God's family is important to all the other members of God's family. Even when we don't like them...or they irk us...or we'd rather not be around them. The strength of our relationship over the years was a living testimony (to me) of the importance of the family of God. No big "I" or little "you"--just God's wonderful people. 5. Constantly learn. Dadda was a voracious reader, when his health was stable. He would devour books, and encouraged me to do the same. One of the great thrills was when I visited him in 2007, and took three books by my pastor (Erwin W Lutzer) as gifts for him. Pastor Lutzer had autographed this books especially for Dadda. He loved them. He read them...and we often talked about them. I talked with Dadda on Wednesday, April 14th..he was going to the VA hospital to have his pacemaker replaced...he asked if I were planning to come to the Lee University homecoming in November...I told him that I really wanted to come...he asked if I would come spend the day with him while I was in Tennessee...I promised him that would happen if I made it to Tennessee... On Thursday morning, April 15, 2010 I had an interview with my current employer. I had returned to my apartment, changed clothes, and getting ready to have lunch with one of my closest friends here in Chicago. I picked up my Nazarene hymnal from the coffee table, and was singing the words, "To our bountiful Father above, we will offer our tributes of Praise...for the glorious gift of His love and the blessings that hallow our days...in the sweet bye and bye, we shall meet on that beautiful shore..." For some reason I couldn't get this song out of my mind... I walked over to the bus stop, headed to my lunch appointment...and was singing the song very softly under my breath, and very loudly in my heart.... Then the cell phone rang..... It was Kelly Coalter, wife of Bishop Tim Coalter, overseer for the Church of God of Prophecy in South Carolina. Tim had asked her to call me and let me know that "Brother Kendrick is in heaven now..." I was on the bus, and suddenly felt all the oxygen leave my body...I began weeping...I couldn't think...I had just talked with him yesterday..... His funeral was glorious. It was a fitting tribute to the stellar life he had lived, and even more so a marvelous act of worship to God the Father.... My "Dadda" is in heaven now...where he's been for almost a year now....but there are no calendars in glory....

A person who influenced my life: Gary R Langley

2011-02-28T18:21:00.002-06:00

I knew Pastor (Bishop) Gary R Langley before he was ever a pastor or a bishop. He was my youth leader back in the mid-late 1970s at the West Huntsville Church of God of Prophecy. He was also a drummer, and later pianist....

He was a wonderful choir director as well. I remember the very first "musical" I ever sang in--"Alleluia! A Praise Gathering for Believers" by Bill and Gloria Gaither. We did this production for Christmas, 1977. I sang the solo for "Get All Excited"......I remember it like it was yesterday.

I remember Gary's wonderful sense of humor, and his very kind ways towards most of us in his youth group(s). I remember him "Pickin through First Peter" in the Wednesday night--as a matter of fact, I probably still have those notes somewhere in all my "treasures" (boxes that haven't been opened in 20 years or more).

As a Viet Nam veteran, this wonderful friend continually inspires me to be more patriotic, and to love my country. He answered the nation's call to duty when "answering that call" wasn't the "en vogue" and popular thing to do. He served honorably, and returned home to a deeply divided nation. My generation (and all subsequent generations) owe this great veteran a debt we can never repay.

He always had a "listening ear"---one that I seem to have abused more than once during my teenage years. At the time he and his (still) gorgeous bride, Amy, were the "guiding lights" for a lot of us teenagers who needed to know that someone truly cared. Gary and Amy always truly cared.

The last time I physically saw the two of them was in September 1982 in Cleveland, TN--and they were contemplating a move to the Hawaiian Islands. Shortly thereafter, the Langleys were moving to the other side of the United States---WAAAAY to the other side.

I lost touch temporarily with them...but eventually was able to get back in contact.

I'm not sure that Gary was ever really "running from God"--because he was always faithful in his service to the local church--but somewhere along his life's journey, Gary Langley came to the point that God wanted him to commit his entire life to professional church ministry. He has served as an associate pastor, a senior pastor (where he still serves) and also as a denominational leader. He has returned to school, and is almost finished with his Master's Degree from Fuller Theological Seminary (Pasadena, California). He is bettering himself, and proving himself a "workman that needs not to be ashamed--rightly dividing the Word of Truth."

Gary has always been one of my most trusted "sounding boards" when I needed a solid, grace-filled, scriptural view of something. He and I have "differing opinions" on a lot of the political stuff....and that's just the way it is....

But I have always trusted Gary Langley with some of the most "personal" details of my life....and I still do.

A person who influenced my life: Linda Hayter Turner

2011-02-20T16:24:00.002-06:00

I'll always remember the FIRST day of my fourth grade year. I was going to a brand new school--because the districts had been re-zoned. I had spent my first three years at Riverton Junior High School (which also included the elementary grades at the time). Now, thanks to the powers-that-be, I would be an incoming fourth-grader at Brownsboro Junior High School.

I can remember walking to the very end of the hallway...where the fourth grade was, and seeing one of the most beautiful ladies I had ever seen. Her name was Linda Turner...

This was going to be a great, great school year! (And almost forty years later, I still say that she was the BEST teacher I've ever had in my educational process).

She was wearing a beautiful pink dress, had blond hair, and it was pulled back in a pony-tail. She was wearing white sandals that late summer day in Brownsboro. She had the kindest voice...and I'll always remember her smile, when I marched up to the door and was looking for my name on the list. I told her, "I am Phillip Hoover and I'm in the fourth grade this year." She said, "Yes, Mr. Hoover, you are...and you are in my class! I am so excited to see you! It is going to be a great year!"

And indeed it was!

I learned so many things that year: I learned about fractions, and multiplications (it's not Linda's fault, but I still have mental/emotional blocks when it comes to mathematics). I learned about Helen Keller in Alabama History (which Mrs Turner made extremely fascinating--especially since she grew up in East Tennessee!). She always had spelling bees (and I almost always won! I really liked that part), and she read "Charlotte's Web" to us....probably the most fascinating story I had ever heard.

I remember getting paddled a couple of times by this teacher. My very selective memory can't recall if I was truly deserving or not.....Linda is one of my Facebook friends, and she is free to insert her version of those episodes should she so choose....

I'll always remember her mom and dad (Mr. and Mrs Hayter) coming to visit our fourth grade class....I thought they were the most fascinating and wonderful people I had ever met. They were from TENNESSEE---to this boy who had never been out of Alabama, this was a whole new country!

And one of the saddest days was when I was finishing the fourth grade, and would be going to the fifth grade--just down the hall! Mr Sibley was good...but he wasn't Mrs Turner....

The years went by, and we lost contact with each other...until I was getting ready to graduate from high school. Linda and her family had lived in Europe (because of her husband's work with the government), and then returned to the Huntsville area. Linda came to my high school graduation, with her two youngest sons (Matthew and Mark) in tow. I was THRILLED to see her. She wrote a letter of recommendation so I could get into college...she gave me a wonderful gift for graduation (money which was badly needed)....

A few years later, our paths would cross again...and now I was active duty in the United States Air Force, and stationed in California. She would write me occasionally (this was before email and text messages, and Al Gore's discovery of the internet...), and I always thrilled at hearing from her...

I will remember when I was preparing to move to South Korea in January 1990. I still have the letter she had written me, instructing me to "soak up as much of the culture and richness of the people as you possible can. You will be a better person for it." I was smart enough to follow her advice.

I was getting ready to move from South Korea to Norway, and needed someone (stateside) to book a hotel room in New York City for me (on New Year's Day, 1991 at that!) since I had an 18 hour layover...I wrote Linda a letter, telling her my plight...and she took care of the details for me...

And when I had to make a swift trip to the United States at the end of May 1992, it was Linda Turner who came to the funeral home and stayed with me the entire evening. As a matter of fact, she and I were the first two at the viewing of my Grandmother Hoover's body....and I've never been happier to see anyone in my entire life! Linda was one of those "moms" that I had always wanted....and like all those other times, she came through for me!

Over the last 20 years (or more) we've stayed in good contact. She has been my prayer partner and strong encourager during more than one "down time" of my life. She still challenges me to be my "best" at whatever I'm wanting to "take on."

She is a great wife, a wonderful mother, and a doting grandmother---there are plenty of exhibits to verify these assessments.

But to me, this fourth grader from so long in a new school--she is my hero! She made classes fun, and I learned a lot.

Everyone needs a "Linda Turner" in their life....but you can't have mine!

A person who influenced my life: Jane Ford Pearson

2011-02-19T12:09:00.002-06:00

I look back over my life, and realize that so many people have been such a GREAT part of me becoming who I am today. I want to write about each of them...or most of them (at the very least).

I first met Jane (Ford) Pearson when I was in the fourth grade at Brownsboro Junior High School, in rural Madison County, Alabama. Her mother, Mrs Ruth Ford, was the music teacher for the school...and she picked me to play the part of the "Great Pumpkin" for the Fall Festival...that was almost 40 years ago...and I still remember it as though it were yesterday...

Miss Jane came to the school, and remembers seeing me...and more than a year later, I would move to the new school district (Central) and would be in the 5th Grade with Jim Pearson (Jr), Miss Jane's son....

I was always the odd-child out...awkward, backward, and unwanted...

Sixth grade would find me in another school district (due to some parental squabbles and conflicts), and I would be back at Central School for the 7th grade...and again, my encounter with the Pearsons...

We lived up the road from the Pearsons in the Cedar Gap neighborhood. In my high school years, we always did our "class float" for the Homecoming Parade at the Pearson house....so much fun, so much work, and always late nights.

I remember when I was getting ready to look at colleges, how Mrs Pearson (Jane) told me that I "must go to college because you are certainly smart enough"...She convinced me that I could become just about anything that I had a desire to become...

That was more than 30 years ago. She has been my "mom" in just about every way that really matters. She has loved me, encouraged me, always welcomed me in her home...just too much to tell...

When I was stationed in South Korea (1990), I went shopping in downtown Seoul one day...and I found this gorgeous Korean dress/kimono...I knew that Jane would love it....so I did the "American thing" and bought it. I put it in the mail, and surprised her. She still has that dress, and still loves to tell the story of how I sent it to her.

I got to make two phone calls every Saturday evening to the United States over the "HAM radio" system at the Air Base....one of those calls was always to the Pearson house...and always with Miss Jane. This was such a treat for me, and for her as well. We had to say "over" every time we wanted to switch to the other party (because the HAM radio operators had to make sure we were hearing each other).

One of the saddest times of my life came in May 1992. I was stationed in Oslo, Norway, working for NATO and on active duty with the United States Air Force. I received word that my Grandmother Hoover was at the point of death, and I would need to get back to the States post-haste. This was long before the days of email, internet, cell phones, etc.

During the next two weeks, Jane Pearson was more than anything I could have asked for as a friend, confidant, and "mom." My Grandmother Hoover passed on to Heaven on Wednesday morning...the very next day, Jane was at the funeral home with me...talking with me, and making sure that I would "make it through." She came to get me after the funeral was over on Friday--and I stayed at her home that evening...I needed that...I desperately needed that.

I can't tell you how many times I've picked up the phone to call her...simply because I needed to talk to the most important woman in my life...

Now, she's having some dementia problems...but still calls me when she thinks about it. I call as often as I can...and I miss her terribly. Just about everything I've done in life (that has any value) I learned from Miss Jane. I learned almost all my "social graces" (the ones that I've displayed at least) sitting at her kitchen table. I learned the importance of preparing good meals, and how to iron a table cloth.

Jane Pearson did more for me becoming a confident man than anyone I can think of...I improved my musical skills--because she insisted that I could become a good musician. I improved my cooking skills---because she told me that I could become a great chef (which still remains to be seen). I worked on (and hopefully improved) my writing and communication skills--because I remember Miss Jane telling me to be anything I wanted--just not to be boring!

I really do owe Jane Pearson more than I could ever repay. To say I adore her is an understatement.

50. I am thankful for a NEW YEAR...

2011-01-03T21:47:00.002-06:00

2010 was quite a year of "change" in so many ways. Ways that I had anticipated--yes, those happened, and ways that I could never have, in my wildest imaginations, conjured up--those happened as well.

I left a job (on my own volition) where I had made more money in 2009 than I had ever made in one year in my working career...but was emotionally exhausted to the point of being almost irreparable. The Holy Spirit clearly spoke to me on December 31, 2009 to prepare for changes, and to submit my resignation effective March 17, 2010.

At noon, on March 17, 2010, I turned in my keys, said my farewells, and left my office at Coyne American Institute. On March 18 and 19, I showed up at the Moody Bible Institute at 4:45 AM (yes, in the morning) to be one of the people answering the telephones for Moody Radio Chicago (WMBI) Share 2010, raising funds for the radio ministry here in the Windy City. It was a great, great time...I'll do it again in 2011, Lord willing.

2010 was also a time when I had to REALLY trust the LORD to provide for me (again)...and He did....in very, very unusual ways...I never missed paying a bill, and never went hungry...God provided.

So, in 2011, I want to write about the people in my life who have had the greatest influence on me...and why I am thankful for them. Keep reading this blog... you might find me writing about you...

49. I am thankful for the ADVENT Season...

2010-12-07T05:39:00.002-06:00

Even though I did not grow up in a local congregation which observed "Advent"--we thought that was too "high church"--we always did observe Christmas.

Only after I entered the United States Air Force, did I participate in "Advent" celebrations in our worship gatherings. I love the anticipation and the profoundly deep meaning associated with observing the Advent season.

I can't remember the Christmas holidays ever being a time of joy in our household. Growing up worse than poor (by today's American standards), it was one of those times of year that came around---every year---and we were glad to see it come, and even more glad to see it go. I can remember many, many times not having a Christmas tree, and even more times, having NOTHING under the tree. That's just how it was....

But, now I realize that God's hand, let me repeat that, GOD'S HAND, has been in my life all along.

The Advent Season reminds me that HIS mercies are indeed new every morning. My friend, Pastor Larry Duncan, says that "before I even wake up in the morning, God has already planned a new way to show me His mercies." I really, really like that concept.

The Advent season reminds me that before Christ came to earth as a baby in a barn, He was very, very active in human history--something my pastor (Erwin Lutzer) reminded all of us in a sermon two weeks ago.

The Advent season reminds me that God really did love this world SO MUCH that He would do something that NO ONE else could have ever done...send His Son to die...the very purpose for the Son's coming.

The Advent season reminds me that when the storms are raging all around us, that "the peace of Christ rules in our hearts...." Christ rules....and when He rules, He brings His peace.

The Advent season reminds me that this God Man slept in a boat, thirsted at a well, walked dusty roads, went fishing, attended weddings, was the "life of the party", and was eventually the talk of the town.

The Advent season reminds me that JESUS IS COMING AGAIN! I long for His return.

48. I am thankful for SNOW

2010-12-04T03:41:00.002-06:00

Well, the weatherpersons (wanting to be inclusive here---something I learned in seminary) warned us that we would have snow on the ground before daybreak....between 4 and 8 inches...

Right now, there MIGHT be half an inch on the ground in front of my apartment door---but the "day" hasn't broken yet...and it's only 3:43 a.m. Central Time.

The first big "snow" that I really remember was when I was a teenager---I can remember so many things from my childhood (pre-teenager years), but I can't remember the snow, even though I'm sure we had some, even in north Alabama--and it was on a Sunday morning. We had LOTS of snow that day....lots and lots of it. So much, that our Sunday morning services at the Virginia Boulevard Church of God were cancelled....I stayed home and read the Psalms.

I remember more than one snow storm during my college days in Cleveland TN...getting to and from the cafeteria (well, a MAN's gotta do what a Man's gotta do---EAT) was always the adventure, whether it was up and day the hill or across the streets...but one's hunger was always a strong motivator to "buck it up and get to travelin'...." I didn't injure anyting beyond repair, and I didn't starve, most of the time. I grew to intensely DISLIKE peanut butter and jelly sandwiches during those years....back then college food was a very poorly written "mystery" to most people, including those responsible for repairing and serving such a "mystery"...this was not what the Apostle Paul had in mind when he spoke of "Christ and the church..." No local church could be THAT bad...

Then came ten years in the United States Air Force...living in California--where the Sacramento Valley saw it's first snowfall in almost 70 years....and it didn't even stick to the ground---but it sure made the headlines...

And Denver, Colorado--where we would have rain, sleet, snow, and 80 degrees all in the space of 24 hours---I can tell you the time, and take you to the place...I'm not kidding either.

Then Kunsan Air Base, South Korea where the natives LOVED the snow...They would get green golf balls and go play in the stuff....

Then on to Oslo, Norway where the local GRIEVED over the "lack of snow." I must admit Norwegian snow was the prettiest white blankets I've ever seen. It was just magical....absolutely magical. The "hills were alive" with the beautiful snow coverings...the entire country seem to just "wake up" when the snow started falling. But then again, I'm wondering if some of the Norwegians ever went to bed....

I had a very rude awakening on the Wednesday after the November election day in 1992...I moved from Oslo, Norway to Lubbock, Texas (only the AIR FORCE could have hatched up such a scheme) and that very weekend, we had SNOW....I thought I was moving to TEXAS where it would be warm....how wrong I was...well at least for the next few months....I was sadly mistaken...it was COLDER than cold....

Returning to Cleveland, TN for seminary, I was once again greeted by some snow...and in February 1998, a virtual BLIZZARD...well for Tennesseans, it was a blizzard. It was the first day of the Spring semester (February), and it was snowing to beat the band....no one had expected it, and I can't remember the forecasters warning us of the blankets that were going to fall from heaven....but it was snowy. I was working at the hospital at the time, and got a call to come in, if I possibly could....and sure, I could use the overtime pay...

Then I moved to Chicago....my domicile for the last 10.5 years...I've seen lots of snow here...actually, I don't mind....except when it snows in May---like it did in 2002. Someone had bought a billboard downtown (after an unexpected 3 inches fell on the ground) that read, "Will someone turn that GLOBAL WARMING thing on?"

I was on the city bus when I saw this...I laughed out loud, and then called Hollis Gause (my great, great friend) and asked him why he bought a billboard space in Chicago? He swore that he didn't do it..(well, he didn't swear, but he strongly affirmed...)

Now it is snowing again...and I'm thankful.

That's the news from the Windy City.

47. I am thankful for Warm Coats...

2010-12-03T09:11:00.002-06:00

I don't remember ever having a good winter coat when I was growing up, and really not ever having one as a teenager or adult...until recent years.

Yep, we were THAT poor (when I was growing up) and Alabama winters can get very cold.

I look through my closet now and count at least FOUR good, heavy coats...and I'm thankful...

It is NINETEEN degrees outside right now here in Chicago, and the high is supposed to be 30 degrees. We are also expecting between four and eight inches of snow....before midnight tonite.

I'm thankful for God's provision....

46. I am thankful for CHRISTMAS CARDS...

2010-12-02T09:38:00.003-06:00

Okay, OKAY...I've been away from my blog for a few weeks....I do earnestly repent of this....I have returned.

I'm doing something today, that I've not done for more than 15 years...I'm sending out about 20 Christmas greeting cards. Why just twenty cards, you may ask...and I have a logical, and profound answer:

First, 20 cards came in the discounted box that I bought yesterday at the hospital gift shop. Second, since postage stamps are 46 cents EACH, this endeavor is already going to cost me more than NINE DOLLARS to mail--not to mention the purchase price of these over-priced relics of years gone by, and finally, I won't have the patience to hand-write more than 20 cards--if that many.

There was a time in my life where I would send out at least one hundred (yes 100) Christmas cards every year, if not more than 100. I'd always start addressing them the day after Thanksgiving, and would work almost nonstop on them until I had greeted "everybody."

This year, I am limiting my "greetings" (card-wise, anyway) to only 20....

But I am very thankful for this "relic" from the past....

45. I am thankful for GOD'S PRESENCE...

2010-10-21T02:43:00.002-05:00

This happened ONE YEAR ago exactly (and it is a repost from a January blog):

God, my Heavenly Father, visited me in a profound, unforgettable way.

I had come home really worn out, ate a quick bite, and went to bed early....

Read the "rest of this story" on my January 20, 2010 post....

44. I am thankful for Homemade Tomato Soup....

2010-10-19T18:09:00.003-05:00

Even if I did make it myself....I just couldn't bear the thought of opening up a can of "Condensed soup" and consuming it as though it were the "best thing going..." My conscience would not, REPEAT, would not let me do that...

Here's my recipe:

1 14.5 ounce can of diced tomatoes and green chilies
1 14.5 ounce can of diced tomatoes
1 14.5 ounce can of chicken broth (fat-free, low sodium is what I use)
1/2 can of water
1 large carrot, shredded
2 large celery stalks, diced finely
1 tablespoon, dried rosemary leaves, crushed
1/2 teaspoon garlic powder
1/2 teaspoon cajun seasoning (I use Tony Cachere's).

In a large pot, saute the vegetables in 2 tablespoons of oil (I use olive oil, but vegetable or canola will work just fine) for about ten minutes.

In your blender, combine the two cans of tomatoes, and the rest of the ingredients, except for the chicken broth.

Add your tomato mixture to the large pot with the vegetables sauteeing, stir in the chicken broth. Bring to a boil for about ten minutes or so....

Eat this however you most enjoy it....I like it with crackers.....

43. I am thankful for Gordon Lin...

2010-10-12T06:02:00.002-05:00

Or should I call him "Dr Lin"?

Gordon is one very, very special person. His family immigrated from Taiwan back in the 1980s (they did it the RIGHT WAY). He grew up in suburban Naperville--slightly southwest of Chicago. A smarter, more caring person can't be found.

He got a great education from the school systems, and then attended Northwestern University, and Northwestern University Medical School. He is now doing his residency at a local hospital here in Chicago. He is going to be an Emergency Room physician.

But more than that, he is a dear friend to me.

In his late 20s, Gordon was one of my TOP TIER ENCOURAGERS last year when I told him of my plans to become a living kidney donor to my friend Dr Bill George. We spent many hours talking about what all would be happening during the surgery. A few of the things that were my "greatest fears" (which were really nothing to be afraid of, after all) were explained again, and again and again by my buddy, Gordon.

Eleven days after my surgery, I returned to Chicago...and was immediately transported over to Gordon's condominium in downtown Chicago--so he could "look after me"--just in case....

Gordon took wonderful care of me...He gave me his bedroom, set me up with his laptop, and made sure that I was drinking enough fluids, and taking my medicine(s) properly. His great sense of humor kept me wonderfully motivated and encouraged.

But more about Gordon: Brilliant, brilliant man. Marvelous musician--he plays the cello. He is also a terrific cook, and makes some of the very best beef stew I've ever eaten.

He also follows Christ with his whole heart. He models Jesus to me in so many ways...

He married a marvelous woman...Emily Claire (Mattson) Lin...and I was thrilled to be part of this great ceremony....I sat in the congregation smiling with all that was in me....

I could go on, and on...but it's barely 6 a.m. in the morning....Gordon is probably in the ER right now....taking caring of people who need his skills and attention. Caring for people who need to know that Jesus really does matter to him...and them.

I'm very thankful for my friend, Gordon.

42. I am thankful for Dr Cheryl Bridges Johns..

2010-10-10T21:12:00.002-05:00

Cheryl Johns is a communicator extraordinaire. She is a real scholar to all the would-be scholars, inside and outside of theological circles.

But more importantly, Dr Cheryl Bridges Johns is a loving, humble child of the Living God. She has shown me what JESUS looks like on more than one occasion. She has reminded me that CHRIST really does love me, and that I have a "place" in His service...regardless of where I am. (She's not the only person who has ever affirmed this in my life, but I AM writing about her...so let's keep the focus there...)

Twelve years ago this past March, she so graciously allowed me to "assist" with one of the great events I can recall: The first joint meeting of the Society for Pentecostal Studies and the Wesleyan Theological Society--held at our seminary (where I was a student at the time). What a glorious, glorious event! I offered my assistance in whatever ways I could be of use, and it was a most fulfilling, rewarding experience for me. Cheryl definitely kept me busy...and I pray that my contributions were worthwhile.

She and I disagree on a lot of things, but we agree on a lot more...she causes me to think, ponder, muse, meditate. My friendship with this wonderful woman of God has caused me to look at a much larger picture of the Body of Christ...and to realize that "every single member of this Body" has an important part to play.

She is a devoted wife, mother, and DOTING Grandmother--we must not leave that part out---and rightly so. She is a wonderful cook (have eaten at her house a couple of times), a brilliant speaker, writer, and dedicated servant of the people of God.

But, she is my friend. She has inspired me in ways that only Heaven will reveal.

I'm most thankful for her and this friendship from which we have both (hopefully) benefited.

41. I am thankful for Sunday Mornings...

2010-09-26T06:44:00.002-05:00

I have always loved the church family--or in my case, families. I was telling someone yesterday that the reason my local church means so much to me, is because this group of people (wherever it has been) is my "real" and "primary" family relationship base. Sunday mornings are the normal "gathering time" for the family, and I'm always delighted to be included.

I have almost always loved Sunday School. With few exceptions, I've always been involved in the Sunday School hour...and it happens at 8:30 a.m. at The Moody Church for me (www.moodychurch.org). There is a second Sunday School hour at 11:30 a.m. after morning worship....but I am an "early riser"--and so I do the 8:30 a.m. session.

I love being with God's people. I love seeing folks who are gathering in, greeting each other, and coming to worship Jesus!

I love shaking hands, hugging necks, laughing, crying, and sharing. I love the "touch" of people who genuinely care about me...and touching those people that also mean so much to me in so many ways.

I love the great congregational singing...the marvelous organ ministry of Dr Paul Satre, and the phenomenal piano ministry of my close pal, Scott Griffin. I love water baptisms, baby dedications, the public reading of the Scriptures--which we do responsively in our Sunday Morning gatherings...

I love the PASTORAL PRAYER....this is probably my "favorite" part of the Sunday Morning worship gathering...this is when my "earthly shepherd" brings the needs of the whole church to the GREAT SHEPHERD on my behalf...there is just something about hearing my pastor "pray"...that strengthens and blesses my soul beyond description.

I love Sunday Mornings.

40. I'm thankful for "Skills"...most of the time...

2010-09-24T22:25:00.002-05:00

My great friend, Dr Jackie Johns (www.jackiespeaks.blogspot.com) recently honored (and humbled) me by writing about his thankfulness for me. It was a very entertaining post, humorous, thoughtful, historical, and well....

I'll get right to the point: Cooking is not my only "skill" or ability--or at least I hope it's not my only skill/ability. But that seems to be the thing that always "rises to the top" when someone asks about "Phil Hoover."

Example: A very close friend of mine at The Moody Church was introducing me to someone new the other week. We were making pleasant talk, when my friend told the 'new person'--"Oh yes, Phil is a marvelous cook....make sure you get an invitation to his place some time soon." I grinned, and was heartwarmed...for a few minutes....But then I started thinking, "surely I can do other things OUTSIDE the kitchen....surely I can. I served in the Air Force, I attended Seminary, I have some decent musical skills, and I consider myself to be an intelligent being....is COOKING going to be my legacy with all the people who know me?"

Well, for now it will be.

The Executive Pastor pretty much confirms this. My friend, Dr Hutz Hertzberg, once told me, "Brother, we have musicians, and theologians, and teachers galore in this church....They are a dime a dozen...but NO ONE can run a kitchen like you can...you are the BEST in this church."

Where is God in all of this?

Jackie Speaks: I am Thankful for my Friend Phil Hoover

2010-09-23T21:38:00.000-05:00

Jackie Speaks: I am Thankful for my Friend Phil Hoover: "There are friends and then there is Phil Hoover. I first met Phil in the mid eighties. David Horton was the Minister of Music and I was the ..."

39, I am thankful for Men's Fraternity...

2010-09-16T03:19:00.003-05:00

Yep, going on SEASON THREE, "The Great Adventure", I am deeply involved with the Men's Ministries of The Moody Church, a program called "Men's Fraternity" www.mensfraternity.com

This is, WITHOUT HESITATION, the very BEST program for men's ministries that I have ever encountered. As you will see on the website, it is VERY ENGAGING...

And the men in this "adventure" are THRILLED that I'm involved also....

I'm the "Kitchen Chief" every Thursday morning. I'm always at The Moody Church by 5:15 EVERY THURSDAY morning (without fail) when "MF" is going strong. I'm the guy who decides what the other 75 (give or take a few, here and there) will have for breakfast every Thursday morning.

I'm the guy who makes sure all the food is ordered, prepared, served...and most importantly that GALLONS of COFFEE is available...I would not ever face these men without CAFFEINATING them first!

We are having our "Man-sized, MONSTER" breakfast this morning (I'll be at the church at 4:45 AM with several others arriving shortly thereafter to help with the preparations.) So the menu will be:

Homemade Biscuits with gravy
Sausage
Bacon
Ham,
Scrambled Eggs
Homemade Hashbrowns
Fresh Fruits
Salsa
Fresh tomatoes
Orange Juice
Yogurts
PLENTY OF COFFEE!

Ya'll come!

38. I am thankful for CHURCH PICNICS

2010-08-30T08:02:00.002-05:00

Yes, you were reading it correctly: I am VERY thankful for Church picnics...and especially the ones we have here at The Moody Church in Chicago. Our FIFTH annual picnic was yesterday (after the morning worship service), and it was great.

So many faithful people showed up in Lincoln Park to help with this great feat--and it's over.

Every single person who committed (to me) to show up and help with the grilling--they showed up, and we had a great time. We fed almost 2000 people in less than one hour (going through the lines), and not a single person (at the grills) was burned or injured.

I've done this now for five years...and next year, I'm taking a break. Someone else--maybe my friend Vincent Ramirez--can be in charge of the "grill" neck of this picnic forest....I'm taking a break next August, Lord Willing.

This was a great time of fellowship for our church family, and for those who wanted to come out and enjoy the gorgeous (but too humid) weather.

Whoever requested "veggie burgers" (and yes, we did have some)....is a very, very sick person. I tasted one of the patties, and it was AWFUL---almost an abomination.

But, I am very thankful for Church picnics.

37. I am thankful for HISTORY...

2010-08-27T09:07:00.002-05:00

Ten years ago today, I moved from Cleveland, Tennessee to Chicago, Illinois. And what a ride it has been!

Four dwelling places, two churches, six different employers (including my present one), two very minor surgeries and one major surgery, nine years wearing contact lenses--and now back to glasses, a MULTITUDE of people who love me....gaining about 20 lbs, and losing 15 of them, only to gain them back....what a great adventure this has been!

And TGIF: Today, God is Faithful.....He has been faithful to me throughout the last ten years....there have been times of fear and depression and concern....But there has also been many times of great rejoicing, great worship to the LORD, and great fellowship with so many people who dearly love me, and I dearly love them.

Many tears, but triple that amount in laughter....

Yes, I'm thankful for history....

36. I am thankful for DIRECT DEPOSIT....

2010-08-27T02:23:00.003-05:00

For the life of me, I can't understand people who still prefer "paper checks" in their grubby little hands on pay day....and YES, those people still do exist. I've worked with them.....and haven't quit trying to understand them.

I started my new job on August 9---my last post (and I really should make more effort to post more regularly)....and I received my very first paycheck today...VIA Direct Deposit.

I became acquainted with Direct Deposit when I entered Active Duty in the United States Air Force 24 years ago (September 23, 1986)....and I've not "turned back" since that time. Actually, I think I've only had one job in that time frame that did not offer Direct Deposit....and Lord willing, I'll NEVER work for that organization again---and NO, it wasn't the MAFIA....

I'm most thankful for Direct Deposit.

35. I am thankful for my NEW JOB

2010-08-09T04:34:00.002-05:00

Yep, I've been a slacker in my postings as of late...and I really haven't meant to be---and I have a million excuses, but no good reasons.

But in a few hours, I will report for duty at Rush University Medical Center as one of their newest employees. Last Friday, I accepted an offer to become a full-time employee in the Guest Relations Department.

This HAD to be God. There's no other explanation for it.

After approximately 45 interviews this summer (from early April through last week), it seemed that GOD had just put a "stop" to everything that I was hoping for--and I might have to look elsewhere. My greatest fear was moving from my beloved Chicago to some other place. This was my "Isaac that had to go up the mountain" and see what God was going to do with "my sacrifice."

On Thursday, July 29th I was in my bedroom, talking to the LORD about "my Isaac" and asking HIM what the next steps would be. I was FLAT BROKE (less than $100 in my bank account), and knew that I would have to take immediate action of some sort.

Less than 30 seconds after I finished praying, my cell phone rang. My friend at Human Resources from Rush University Medical Center was calling, asking if I could come in the next day for an interview to a position which I had long sought---but there had also be hiring freeze affecting. Of course, I said "yes" and promptly planned to be there early on Friday.

Friday morning, July 30th I show up at the Rush Human Resources Office, thinking this would be the "run of the mill" interview.

Boy, was I ever so wrong! There would not be one interview, but THREE---and each of the department managers WANTED me, and wanted me as soon as I could start.

The HR employee bid me adieu (after I met with each of the managers individually), telling me that she would be in touch with me very, very soon....more than likely on the following Monday. Before I could get home on the bus, HR called, offering me a position. I was elated.

Absolutely ELATED....marvelously elated! (Of course this had happened before, but this time, it would stick...) I had been scheduled for my employee healthscreen for Monday, August 2. That occurred without incident.

On Thursday, August 5 I received a call from the Human Resources department informing me that a BETTER offer was on the table, and it was mine for the taking or rejecting. This would be a non-union full-time position, instead of the unionized part-time I had accepted previously.

Ain't God good? I'll continue this story later.

34. I am thankful for Small Portable Transistor Radios

2010-07-23T20:54:00.002-05:00

About nine years ago, I bought a small transistor portable radio (AM-FM) at a Walgreens' for about $7.00 I think. This small contraption uses 4 AA batteries that I replace about twice a year.

I have had this small radio in both occupations that I've held since my purchase of it on Chicago's west side back in late 2001. It still plays wonderfully well (when I keep good batteries installed), and I take this radio with me just about everywhere I go, if I can. It's so small, I can put it in a coat pocket.

Right now, I am listening to Moody Radio Chicago (aka WMBI-FM 90.1) and was listening to National Public Radio (WBEZ-FM, 91.5) earlier in the day.

I grew up listening to the radio...and I'm thankful for the radio....one of life's simple pleasures.

33. I am thankful for the SETBACKS in life...

2010-07-17T11:31:00.002-05:00

This has been a week of "drama" in my life. Lots of drama--most of it unexpected and unwanted.

I left my good-paying job back in mid-March (I felt this was what the Lord was directing me to do), so I could prepare to start nursing school this Fall. I diligently sought other employment opportunities, and had about 20 interviews between mid-March through the end of April. I felt good about these interviews.

Two of these positions were particularly promising--to the point that I was offered employment by both facilities, with potential starts at both.

Those start dates have come and gone (more than one time). The agencies were simply waiting for the "position funding" to be approved. I was using all of my savings from my IRA to pay the monthly bills/obligations. I made sure that I was giving to the ministries of my local church also. I was excited about starting a new job, and starting a new phase of life.

I found out a few days ago (Thursday actually) that both positions are a "no-go" now. One position was eliminated because the "funding" (by a federal agency) was completely eliminated as of July 1st. The other position is the victim of an agency-wide hiring freeze.

So I am back at Square One. I have spent all of my savings (wisely, I hope) to pay the bills and not be a burden on anyone. Now I am down to my last $100 bucks, and find myself needing to pay bills again.

I have arranged for 3 interviews next week...and I've already had one emotional meltdown this week. I just know the LORD will provide a job, and resources...but may I ask you all to please FERVENTLY pray for me? I want to "trust and obey"---something the Lord reminded me of late last night...a song I learned in the second grade..."Trust and Obey, for there's no other way, to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey."

I'm thankful for the setbacks in life....even when these setbacks leave me scared and uncertain.

32. I am thankful for VICTORY in Jesus...

2010-07-12T19:39:00.002-05:00

One of my very favorite songs is "Victory in Jesus"...having grown up in the Pentecostal tradition, this was one of many songs that we sang with great gusto, and with tremendous assurance. We sang it like we really did "have victory" in Jesus....

I was just sitting here listening to the Perrys sing "Victory in Jesus" on YouTube (as part of another song they have recorded), and just realized "again" what a precious, precious thing this "victory" really is to those who are redeemed.

When I couldn't find my way to God, He sent His Son Jesus to find me...to "plunge me beneath the cleansing flood." I was only a bit more than six years old, but I remember the very night when Christ called me to Himself, forgave my sins, and washed me with His blood.

I am thankful for this victory in Jesus....that when all around us is dreary--and even depressing--that we can look UP, and know that HE is still our victorious Saviour! (For all of you preachers--actually both of you--that is SHOUTIN' MATERIAL).
I am thankful for those subtle and poignant reminders that I am not alone, nor am I forsaken or abandoned....the VICTOR still calls me the "apple of His eye."

I am thankful for Victory in Jesus.

31. I am thankful for FREEDOM...

2010-07-04T01:42:00.002-05:00

On this Fourth of July, 2010 I want to stated unashamedly, I am thankful for my FREEDOM. I am an American citizen. Born in the United States of America, and thankful for God's grace and provision in this "land of the free and home of the brave."

But, I am even more thankful for my FREEDOM in Christ....God's only Son. I am so thankful that the "Cross is my Statue of Liberty...it was there that my soul was made free..." Yes, indeed, the Cross is really my Statue of Liberty. When my soul is heavy-ladened with cares, sins, despair, and fear--I know where to find FREEDOM...the JUDGE at the CROSS still hears my case--every time. I can rest my case at the CROSS, knowing that He hears it...and He will settle it.

"Unashamed, I'll proclaim that a rugged Cross is my Statute of Liberty!"

Amen and amen.

30. I am thankful for CARDINAL FITNESS...right down the street...

2010-07-01T04:50:00.002-05:00

At the time of this writing, it is 4:50 a.m. on Thursday, July 1, 2010. I have a midterm examination that starts in 13 hours from this very moment...I am up early reviewing for it...

I am also up early, because I want to get over to the local CARDINAL FITNESS center that is one block from my apartment building. This place is my friend....many, many times a "severely neglected one" but a friend nonetheless.

I was so excited two years ago when this place was "moving into" the neighborhood. Now I was going to get into "shape" (and yes, ROUND is a shape...just not the one I prefer), and stay in shape....

All for only $19.99 a month.

Last year, when the transplant team in Birmingham told me that I needed to "lose about 10 lbs" before I could become a living kidney donor, I was in that wonderful place, on the treadmill, faithfully at least five mornings a week. I walked about 45 minutes each time, somewhere between 3.5-4.2 miles an hour, at 4.2% incline, on the "Fat Burn" setting. It was GREAT. Exhilirating most of the time, actually.

I've never felt better. And the months ensuing, since the surgery...well, let's say that I'm glad that "gym neglect" isn't a crime....I'd be in SERIOUS trouble.

As a matter of fact, I AM in serious trouble. All the weight that I lost....it has reappeared....and now, I must "do away" with it again.

Oops, the gym is now open, and I'm late...so let's go those "New Balances" on, and get on that treadmill...

See ya...

29. I am thankful for the "hurts" in life...

2010-06-24T19:07:00.002-05:00

This is the "hardest" reason to be thankful--to date. But I am so thankful for the times of pain and hurt in my life, both deserved and those times when it was undeserved.

I remember almost five years ago when someone I dearly loved perpetrated great emotional harm to me. Lies were told, propagated, and enhanced against me...and it devastated me, emotionally.

I cried many long days, and even longer nights. I felt my heart literally being ripped out of my body, and I lay bloodied on the ground. (While all of this is very figurative, it would not have been any more painful, had it been literal, in my opinion.)

About 2:30 a.m. one Friday morning, I woke up, and heard the voice of the Holy Spirit say, "Let it go. Give it to Me, and let Me handle it. I will take care of it. I will take care of you. But leave it alone and let it go."

I knew, then and there, that I had no choice but to "leave it alone." And by "leaving it alone" that meant that I couldn't say anything more about it...to anyone...that I would intentionally bless those who had harmed me, and would ask God to help them, no matter what happened to me.

To this day, I pray for this person, and love them more and more--even though I'm never around them anymore.

I look at the pain that Jesus bore for my salvation. I remember the Cross, and remember that I am called to come and die...

28. I am thankful for INTEGRITY...

2010-06-21T10:35:00.002-05:00

INTEGRITY is defined as "wholeness; uprightness; honesty or soundness of moral principles and character." That pretty much sums it up, huh?

Well, not exactly. I agree completely with the definition as rendered. Last night, I had the great blessing of three different people (who don't know each other) remind me of my obligation (before both God and humanity) to be a man of integrity. These three people challenged me to "be what I say I am" and to "live as I claim to live" not bringing a reproach on the worthy name of Christ.

I am thankful for all three of these people. I am SO GRATEFUL for all three of them, because I know the LORD sent them to me last evening. It was GOD--the ultimate Example and Definer of integrity--who caused them to contact me, reminding me that I must "walk worthy."

I've not always walked worthy...and that is a story in itself. But suffice it to say, that I was reminded last evening, on Father's Day, by my Heavenly Father, to be a man of integrity.

I needed these reminders. I'm thankful for them.

27. I am thankful for FATHERS in my life.

2010-06-19T19:28:00.002-05:00

Yep, you read it right, I used the plural word, "Fathers"....because I have so many. I am thankful for every single one of them. Let me explain:

My biological father pretty much abandoned me when I was a baby (after he and my biological mother separated and eventually divorced). I grew up without parents who were regularly in my life in a meaningful and profound way. My father's mother, my Granny Hoover, raised me, for the most part.

She had a lot of help. Help that she never asked for, but also help that GOD Himself (the PERFECT FATHER) knew that she (and I) needed.

Even though my biological father was/is an alcoholic (among other vices), God knew that HE Himself would bring very loving and wise men into my life--who would show me what GOD the Father is really like.

I think of these precious, godly men who loved Christ, loved me, and helped me see that my Heavenly Father is FAR superior to anything my earthly father could ever be in my life. I don't want to start naming them in this post, because I'm sure that I will inadvertently leave someone's name out. (And since this post will show up on FaceBook, I'd rather not stir the "good ire" of any of these men in case their CHILDREN were to read this on FB and see that I left out "their" father--someone special to me.) Now that I've danced around "the naming of names", I simply want to be thankful.

I grew up backward, awkward, and clumsy. I grew up with NO idea what it meant to become a "man"--not to mention a "man of God." I had no "father" in my life--a man who would take the time show me how to become the "man" that God had designed me to be.

But, I have learned this "process" slowly over the years. So many wonderful, gracious, and good men have loved me with the "love of the Father" and the love of "a father." I could never repay such a debt to these awesome friends.

I've done my best to call some of these "giants" in my life, already. Most of them have no idea what "FaceBook" is, nor do they really care. But they have shown me the "face of Jesus" many, many times. And His face has been seen clearly through them.

Some of the precious saints are already in their eternal residence. I miss them terribly. I know that we all have "more to go to heaven for than we had yesterday."

Thank God for my "fathers." I am so grateful.

I am thankful for the PROMISE OF HEAVEN

2010-06-16T12:27:00.000-05:00

26. I am thankful for TECHNOLOGY....

2010-06-16T07:57:00.002-05:00

It seems like modern technology is coming on the scene at an "earth-shattering" pace...I was planning to use the word "warp"--but I'm not sure what "warp" (in this context, at least) would mean. It seems like yesterday that "personal computers" were becoming all the "rage." And now, people carry their "personal computer" (aka iPhone) in their front pockets....

WOW.
I remember my first encounter with a personal computer. I was active duty in the United States Air Force, stationed at Beale AFB, California. The office where I worked had just received a large "workstation" whereby we could input information and transmit it to the agency's headquarters in San Antonio, Texas. This was approximately 1988. Or it could have been 1989.

I thought I was "hot stuff"--because I was learning to use this "workstation"...I'd no longer be sentenced to do all that "paperwork" by hand...I could just do it on the "workstation." That was the "ticket"....the secret of my success...the blessed workstation.

Fast forward a year or so...and I'm being relocated to KunSan Air Base, South Korea....and back to doing "everything by hand" once again. NO workstation????? WHAT KIND OF PLACE is this? But I "re-learned" to do everything by hand...

Fast forward to January, 1991, and once again I move...this time to Oslo, Norway to AFNORTH (Allied Forces, Northern Europe), and again, everything was done by hand. However, we did have one very small "computer" in the office---and I was one of the few people who knew how to use it.

So, I'm very thankful for all the advances we've made in technology. And this includes ALL technology, not just computers. I'm thankful for medical technology, particularly.

God bless all of these SMART people who are far more brilliant than I could ever hope to be.

25. I am thankful for Great Hymns of the Church...

2010-06-13T20:12:00.002-05:00

I grew up singing, and loving "Southern Gospel Music." It was and continues to be a GLORIOUS heritage for me....songs that tell the stories of God's faithfulness, guidance, love, saving grace, and almighty power--and how we mere mortals have experienced it....GREAT, GREAT testimonies...

Somewhere along the way, I also fell in love with the rich hymnody of the English-speaking church. I'm not sure if it was my early college years, or my later college years...but somewhere in that time frame, I began this romance with the hymnal...and the "fires" are still burning!

While many congregations have "transitioned" into singing the "ditties" and the "jingles"...(or as one of my friends now calls them, the "7-11s"--seven words, 11 times each), some places (The Moody Church being one of them) still sings the great hymns of the Church....

No one can sing "Great Is Thy Faithfulness" like the saints of The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org). Every time we sing this wonderful song of praise and testimony, I am just about ready to bawl my eyes out....What a marvelous reflection of just how GREAT our GOD is....and it's all put to music.

The very first song I ever sang in public was one of the great "hymns" of the Church. My great-grandmother Branum (who died when she was 105 years old, in 1970) played a mandolin, and taught me these precious words, line-by-line:

"And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own..." I remember standing up on a piano stool in a small Pentecostal church when I was only 5 years old, and singing all three verses to "In the Garden..." Of course, I forgot many of the words to the third verse....but I have NEVER forgotten the fact that JESUS walks with me, and talks with me...And He still does! Praise His name!

And what greater song of victory and testimony can we find than these words,
"Long, my imprisoned spirit lay, fast bound in sin and nature's night,
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray, I woke, the dungeon flamed with light!
MY CHAINS fell off, my heart was free! I rose, went forth, and followed Thee!"

And the most lovely words in the English language---from the anointed pen of Isaac Watts:

"When I survey the wondrous Cross
On which the Prince of Glory died!
My richest gains, I count but loss,
And pour contempt on all my pride!"

More than 23 years ago, my friend Michael Cork (who was then Minister of Music at Denver First Church of the Nazarene) gave me a "hymnal to use" in my devotions. He told me to keep it, since the local church was planning to buy new ones anyway.

I LOVE THAT HYMNAL. That sacred book has followed me all over the world. Next to my Bible, it is probably the book I read the most...and sometimes even more than my Bible...

I am thankful for the great HYMNS of the Church. My heart will keep singing them!

24. I am thankful for UNCERTAINTIES....

2010-06-04T16:34:00.002-05:00

This one is just HARD for me to admit. What else can I say? The only thing CERTAIN in this life is that GOD knows and sees and controls everything aspect of the universe.

I was pretty sure that I would be "working" by now. After all, I accepted a job offer back in late April--awaiting a starting date. The starting date was postponed...and then postponed again...and yet again. So I still have started this job. I've had other interviews, and haven't heard anything back from most of them either.

I'm getting VERY ANTSY right now. I have just about exhausted my personal resources...and I need to be able to pay the bills for July...

I just don't see it happening...but I am CERTAIN that God knows what is going on. So, even in my faithlessness, He is a good and faithful God. Of this I am CERTAIN.

In all of my uncertainties, I can be certain that He is in control. Now if I can just get my head and heart to both acknowledge this at the same time.

23. I am thankful for the STRUGGLE...

2010-05-31T03:44:00.002-05:00

Some of you think I have probably lost my mind...."thankful for the struggle"...how can it be?

I often ask myself the same question....and even at this ungodly early hour...I am sitting here at a friend's laptop (I'm in New Mexico at this very moment, visiting some dear friends), thanking God for the "struggle"....

Because I know that in every struggle, I can go to the Rock....that Rock is Jesus. In every struggle, I know that all my tears are not in vain.....God washes my eyes with tears, so I can see His Son more clearly.

The "struggle" reminds me that this life isn't all there is....that a far better day is coming. A day when all the toils, cares, heartaches, disappointments, setbacks, and defeats will be ended...eternally.

The "struggle" reminds me that I can't live life alone...I need the love, fellowship, communion, and grace offered by a lot of other people....and they need it as well....we are in this thing together.

The "struggle" reminds me that all the feelings of inferiority, insecurity, and unworthiness are just that: feelings. God has already validated me with the blood of His own Son. Sometimes the real "struggle" is in remembering this most important of FACTS....

The Perrys sing a wonderful song, "I Rest my case at the Cross"----and when I bring it all to the Cross, I can give my "struggle" to Him. He does indeed "champion" my cause. He hears my case....He renders His verdict...and He declares that I belong to Him.

Even in the "struggle."

22. I am thankful for DOWN TIME...

2010-05-28T11:17:00.002-05:00

I know far too many completely FRENZIED people. Always working, always entertaining, always going, always serving, always "doing"....just "always" something or another....

I used to be one of those people. But lately, I'm not among that "cast of characters" for the time being.

"Down time" is a precious, precious gift God intends for us to have...it is our for the taking....but it's always up to us.

There is nothing holy or spiritual about being "constantly tired" or perpetually exhausted....and I learned this lessons the hard way. When I was close to a nervous breakdown (about 12 years ag0), I discovered that I didn't have to be at every single activity of my local church, and every extra-activity of graduate school, and accept every invitation that was made....in other words, the WORLD would survive without me "constantly being there"....but I might not, if I didn't discover some "down time"---and do it rather quickly.

Now, I'm just thankful for the "down time"....the times when I can "detox" from all the "busy-ness" that can crowd out life.

I enjoy staying active and busy....but now I want all the "activity" and the "busy-ness" to serve a purpose other than just "taking up time."

The Scriptures tell us to "number our days" and "apply our heart to wisdom"....and sometimes the wisest thing I can do is take some "down time."

21. I am thankful for AIR TRAVEL....

2010-05-26T20:27:00.003-05:00

I had my first airplane ride when I was 18 years old. My pastor (at the time) was also a very experienced pilot--he had his private pilot's liscense before he ever got his drivers' liscense.

I will always remember that flight. We are started at the Cleveland airstrip, and flew over the Smoky Mountains...it didn't last long, but it was fun.

My next flight would come some four and a half years later. It was Thanksgiving Day, and I flew from Chattanooga, Tennessee to Boston, Massachussetts on the now defunct Piedmont Airlines. The entire trip (with two nights in a hotel room in Boston) was only $99.00 I will never forget that trip.

I had a 6 a.m. flight (my friend Tim Stone) took me to the Chattanooga Airport. It was stormy, and very stormy. The flight was "bumpy" to say the least...and I had no idea what to expect. I was just praying that we would get wherever we were going---which at the time was the Douglas International Airport in Charlotte, North Carolina. (The old airport, not the new one). As soon as I got off the plane, I walked in the terminal, and looked like I had just been through a really bad winter....

I'm not sure who the wonderful gate agent was...but she saw how frazzled I must have been, and I was almost in tears....and I had a 3-hour layover in this airport....but she found me a flight that was leaving in 30 minutes...and I would be on my way to Logan International Airport in lovely Boston, Massachussetts. That flight--smoother than a newborn baby's butt. It was lovely...very, very lovely.

Since that weekend (25 years ago this Thanksgiving), I have literally flown around the world, and all over the world....The longest single flight being from San Francisco, California to Seoul, Korea--nonstop in January 1990. There have been some very short flights...from Sacramento to San Francisco....that same day....I think it took about 25 minutes. No coke, no peanuts....straight up, and straight down....

I am thankful for air travel. I can't imagine life without it. I'm glad I don't have to stretch my mind like that anymore.

I am thankful for THIS MUSIC

2010-05-21T21:50:00.000-05:00

19. I am very thankful for Vacation Bible School

2010-05-21T03:49:00.002-05:00

My great friend, Dr Jackie Johns (www.jackiespeaks.blogspot.com) wrote a marvelous post about his brother-in-law Mike. He mentions, frequently I might add, how "hyper-hyper-active" his BIL is...or was...possibly still is...(I don't remember meeting Mike-he didn't stand still long enough for me to meet him)....but I digress...

I was a pretty "hyper-active" child. But then again, "normal children" (in my humble opinion) are supposed to be "active"--maybe even "hyper"--that's the reason they are young. God did waste "youth" on the young, obviously.

One of the blessed respites for my sainted Grandmother Hoover (who raised me) was the local Vacation Bible School. And there were always at least THREE in the vicinity--she made sure that I attended every single one of them, without fail.

Of course, I've always loved school--except in my waining years (now)--and the thought doesn't terrify me, but it does CHALLENGE me to "continue growing" mentally. But again, I digress...

Vacation Bible School meant that I would be with other "children"--teenagers--whatever for at least five days, consecutively. VBS always meant that I would learn about Christ, in a very interactive and fun manner. VBS meant that I would learn a new "craft" of some type. I may even still have some of those "projects"--like the "praying hands" that we made out of some type of cement/clay materials, and then painted...(okay, I confess...I can be a packrat.)

But Vacation Bible School was always fun. It was just fun...FUN, I say.

For this little "orphan" boy who was being raised by his grandmother, it was a break for her, and a chance to "learn" for him. Both were always needed.

Response to President Calderon

2010-05-20T20:04:00.001-05:00

My sentiments EXACTLY....I'm glad that SOMEONE in this nation has the FORTITUDE to stand up for AMERICA.....

18. I am thankful for the VOICE OF GOD in my life...

2010-05-20T16:00:00.002-05:00

One year ago this morning (approximately 9:15 a.m.), I received a much-awaited telephone call from the Renal Transplant Center of the University of Alabama-Birmingham. This was the call that I had been wanting to receive for at least 20 days. It would tell me that I was a "suitable match" to be a living kidney donor for my friend, Dr Bill George. I was sure this would be the case. Let me explain.

On Tuesday before Easter (2009), I was on FaceBook for only the second time...and saw a posting saying that my former Missions professor (Dr George) needed a kidney transplant. I was praying, "O Lord, somewhere in this big family of Yours, there's got to be a kidney...Lord, someone has to be a match." Almost immediately the LORD spoke to me, "You are a match." Immediately I said, "okay, I'll do it." There was no crisis moment, no drama, no tears, and no discussion. I simply wanted to see where the Lord would lead me in all of this.

On April 28, 2009 (approximately 3 weeks earlier) I took a vacation day from work, went to my physician's office and did the "blood tests" that were immediately Overnighted (UPS) to UAB for lab results. The lab director in Birmingham told me that I would have results in approximately three weeks. As soon as I finished the blood work at the doctor's office, I left the hospital, and immediately called Bill George at his office in Cleveland, TN. He was just a bit concerned, and a bit down-trodden. The LORD clearly spoke to my heart, and I said, "Well, Bill, let's just see what the LORD has for us in all of this." I had never used that sentence with him or anyone else before, to the best of my knowledge. But I knew what GOD had spoken to me...

So, as soon as I receive the telephone call from UAB, I start typing an email to my friend Bill, in TN....saying, "I'm a match...call me..." He calls about 90 seconds later and immediately said, "Phil, this is a terrible joke." I assured him that I was NOT joking...and that I was still on the phone with UAB, and that I would call him back immediately--which I did.

I'm thankful for the voice of God in my life. This is just one of "several times" when I knew the LORD was clearly speaking to me....and I'm grateful for His wisdom and grace given so that I could obey Him.

I humbly ask Him to continue speaking through His Word, His people, and by His Spirit.

17. I am thankful for the "Usual Places..." in life...

2010-05-16T17:07:00.002-05:00

My wonderful friend, Kay Horner, preached a message a couple months ago at her home church
(www.peerlessroadchurch.com/media) about the cripple man in Acts 3...on the man who had not walked for more than 40 years....

So laying near the "gate" was a usual place for him.

This made me think. What are the "usual places" in my life? Why are these the "usual" places, and what makes them special---more than just "usual"?

I've been very blessed in life to grow up "in the church"....a "usual place."

I've been very fortunate to sit in the pew and sings the songs of Zion...a "usual place."

I've been enriched in knowing the power of "praying through at the altars"...another "usual place."

I've was trained at an early age (in the Church of Christ, for starters) to LOVE the "Sunday School hour"--and almost always have attended, with few exceptions. Sunday School is my "usual place."

But Christ has always been there....I've never known a time when the "usual place" wasn't a special time....the "unusual things of God"....healing, deliverance, peace, comfort, conviction, and strength.....all from the hand of God...in these "usual places."

I'm thankful for "usual places."

16. I am thankful for Refrigerators...

2010-05-12T20:56:00.002-05:00

It is no secret that the "Food Network" is probably my very favorite thing on Cable Television...thus, I do not have "cable television" in my home....but I do watch every possible "food show" that comes on all the "free channels", particularly PBS.

And I have identified with the old joke, "The only LIGHT in my life is the one in the refrigerator..." Thank the LORD for refrigerators.

But, in the interest of honest disclosure, I must say that I have always had this "thing" with the largest appliance in the kitchen: the most blessed refrigerator.

I remember, as I was growing up, that we kept most of the "food stuff" in two places: the cabinets in the kitchen (usually out of my reach, also) and the refrigerator. I learned early on that one MUST keep butter, milk, cheese, sour cream (notice the "dairy" theme) and all meats in the refrigerator.

Of course, I can remember my sainted Grandmother Hoover (now in heaven for almost 18 years) telling me how the "ice box" had literal blocks of ice to keep the food stuff cool and edible. (I've never understood why we don't just say "eat-able"...but I'll surrender to the tyranny of good grammar.) I"m glad those days are over...REALLY glad those days are over....

I look in my refrigerator now, and see all kinds of "interesting" things: Tomato paste that I opened about two months ago--now with mold on it; the four different kinds of Polish mustard that I have in the door (and all of them are YUMMY); the three different kinds of BBQ sauce I have in the door (I usually put BBQ sauce on my baked AND fried potatoes); and then there is the "healthy stuff"--the dietary police would have no reason to give me more than a "simple warning" ticket (most of the time, any way).

There is the lemonade (sugar free, and calorie free, just as advertised); the two dozen eggs that I will eventually use; the gallon of milk that I am trying (with all my might) to use before it "clabbers" and all the other stuff. Down in the vegetable drawer: two bags of carrots, some cauliflower, broccoli, and some left over onion in one of those plastic grocery bag thingies...

Oh, but BLESS THE LORD for the automatic icemaker. I have always wanted an AUTOMATIC ICEMAKER. God is so good! Never, not ever (well as long as I live in this same apartment) will I have to put those tedious ice trays in the freezer, and wait for them to "make ice." I marvel at God's creation...and that of Amana...in that order, I might add.

And yes, there is the frozen pie crust that has been in my freezer since Thanksgiving 2008...maybe I should either use it or just throw it away. And in the freezer door, there is the ice pack (that can also be used as a "hot pack") that I used on my shoulder January-March when I was doing "physical therapy" twice a week. That "life saver" cost me $9 at WalGreens...I'm not ABOUT to throw it away.

And I haven't even described all of my roommate's stuff in the blessed Stainless Steel.

15. I am thankful for TODAY

2010-05-11T20:23:00.002-05:00

Gloria Gaither stated it so well,

"Yesterday's gone, and tomorrow may never come; We have this moment today."

Even when the day seems wasted, I am still thankful for it. I am thankful that GOD woke me up this morning...that HE gave me breath all day long. I am thankful for the people that I've encountered today---even those who don't like me or what I may believe to be true.

I am thankful for HIS mercies that are "new every morning" (Lamentations 3), and that today I have lived, according to the mercies of our Lord.

I am thankful for the Pasta Bolognese (homemade in my kitchen) dinner that I shared with my great friend (and roommate) Joe Misek. I am thankful for the ability to make a wonderful meal. I am thankful for every bite of that food today....

I am thankful for TODAY....there is no promise of tomorrow...and yesterday is HISTORY....

And the writer of Hebrews reminds us, "Today, if you hear His voice..."

Today. TODAY, I am thankful.

14. I am thankful for FACEBOOK...

2010-05-10T22:41:00.003-05:00

Second only to my friend Joe Misek (www.joemisek.blogspot.com), I was the most hesitant person I know to jump on the "FaceBook" bandwagon....(and thank the LORD, Joe has finally joined as well...just a few months ago). But I am so very glad that I did "see the Facebook light"...

It has been a wonderful "family reunion" for me in many ways. Just this very evening (it's about 10:45 p.m. CST right now), I was able to "reconnect" with someone I've not heard from in almost 30 years. Her brother was one of my "best friends" in middle and high school. Donna is a precious, precious woman, and still loves Christ. Her brother (my friend) Michael, is still somewhat "unsure" of his own spiritual walk, even though I remember when he was very much in love with the Saviour, and wanted to follow His will in life. I still think and pray for him often.

I've been able to reconnect with friends from high days, and even earlier than that. Some of these people I've not heard from since the 4th grade, which makes it all the sweeter to me.

And GOD used "facebook" to give my great friend Dr Bill George, my left kidney last October...you can go back to the May-October blogs on this forum and read the "storyline" of how all this transpired. It truly was God's doing.

I know that I can post a "prayer request" on FaceBook any hour of the day, and that my friends all over the world (from Russia to New Zealand, and all points in between) will be praying for me. That is more precious than gold of any amount.

So, let me close by saying, I am very thankful for FaceBook.

Joe is too. He just doesn't realize it yet.

13. I am thankful for BABY DEDICATIONS

2010-05-10T15:44:00.002-05:00

During our morning worship gathering yesterday, The Moody Church family witnessed seven young children being "dedicated" to the LORD. It was a precious and very blessed time.

I am always delighted to see families bring their small children before the LORD and the congregation to perform the public act of "dedicating" these small ones to God's will and care.
We fully realize that their is no "salvific power" in this ritual, but rather a commitment on the part of the parents to raise their children in the fear of God, and to teach these children the ways of Christ.

One of the most sobering parts of these ceremonies is the challenge to the local congregation to "commit ourselves" to nurture and cherish these children and their parents in the ways of God. A proper baby dedication ceremony (in a place of worship) is not just for the children and their parents. It is also a time for the local congregation to commit themselves to these families.

After all, the local church is called to be the "family of God."

12. I am thankful for CLOTHES (I seem to have plenty of them).

2010-05-08T19:57:00.002-05:00

I am amazed at how some people treat their personal closets....I mean, really! When I visit my Grandmother Fields, she will often say "I don't have anything to wear to...."

That's true. SHE HAS FOUR CLOSETS full of "anything to wear..."

What she means is tha she wants something new to wear....

I grew up unspeakably poor, and really didn't have very many clothes. But I am thankful for what I did have.

Now I have a closet full...but it hasn't always been that way. I remember when I only had three pairs of pants, and three shirts, and one pair of shoes.

Every time I think of how Jesus said His Heavenly Father "clothes the lilies of the fields" I am immediately thankful for every piece of clothing I have. I have plenty, and I'm very, very thankful for them.

11. I am thankful that GOD LOVES ME.

2010-05-06T22:25:00.002-05:00

Listening to Paul Washer (www.tenindictments.com) tonite, I have been profoundly reminded of how blessed and fortunate and RICH I am to know that the Sovereign God of the universe loves me. He really, really does love me.

You see, I grew up with no parents in my life...or should I say no "consistent parents" in my life. My biological "producers" abandoned each other, shortly after my birth...and then abandoned me. My paternal grandmother raised me...and the LORD Himself made sure that I survived.

I was so loved by God that He drew me to Himself through His Son, Jesus when I was just a very young lad. On a Tuesday night at the Greenfield Church of Christ in rural Madison County, Alabama I came to Jesus...just as I was...a young kid...but realizing that I needed a Saviour. Jesus was that Saviour then...and He is still that Saviour today, more than 40 years later.

Psychologists tell us that our "view of God" is initially formed by our relationship with our earthly fathers. Mine wasn't formed that way...because my earthly father was never there...except when he would occasionally "drop by" for a few minutes. I soon learned that my Heavenly Father wouldn't just "drop by" for a few minutes. My paternal great-grandmother Brannum taught me a song when I was just a young, young child--and it was about God. Some of the most precious words I've ever heard, and that I have ever learned are these:

"And He walks with me, and He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own!
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known."

Such simple words, and a simple song. But for this young kid, it was profound truth that my 105-years old Great-Grandmother wanted me to always remember. I can't begin to count the times the Holy Spirit has reminded me that God is walking with me...and that I belong to Him.

When I felt so insecure (and sometimes...many times still do), this loving Father God says to me, "Let's walk and talk...I still love you."

I'm thankful for those times.

10. I am thankful for MY PASTORS...every single one of them...over the last 40+ years

2010-05-06T18:51:00.002-05:00

Pastors are very, very special people. That is the way God designed (and called) them. The "pastor" is the undershepherd, representing the GREAT SHEPHERD Himself. This GREAT SHEPHERD is the pastor's role model and example.

And since I grew up "without a father" (for all intents and purposes), my "pastor" has always been a "father-figure" to me, in most cases. One dear pastor wasn't...and never could have been: Sister Roden just could never have been a "father" to anyone...but a "mother figure" to many, many people.

Let's see if I can remember all of the people I've called "pastor" since I've started this wonderful "walk with Jesus":

Tommy Rosenblume (introduced me to Jesus and baptized me the same night I was converted).
David Sain
Dewey Smith
Billy Nettle
Raymond Wallace
Mildred Roden (went to heaven the summer after I graduated from high school, on a warm Sunday afternoon in July 1980).
J E Brisson
Sam Clements
Glenn Rountree (kept my membership in TN while I was in the Air Force for ten years)
W Donald Wellman (now in Heaven)
Chris Losey and Travis Robinson (Air Force Chaplains)
Gary Piepkorn and Larry Hendon (Air Force Chaplains)
Ivar Overgaard (Norwegian pastor, and now in heaven)
John Donneberg
Randal Ross
Tim McCaleb
Mitch Maloney
Erwin Lutzer
Al Toledo
Erwin Lutzer (returned to the Moody Church in 2005)
** The people served as "Senior Pastors" in the local churches where I was a regular worshipper. Many of the "pastoral staff" have become precious and wonderful friends. Pastor Charles Butler, who directs Shepherding and Men's Ministries at The Moody Church is one of the dearest "role models" of what it means to be like Jesus that I have had in a long, long time.

I am very, very thankful for my pastors. God called them, and I'm so glad that HE did.

9. I am thankful for the privilege of Serving...

2010-05-05T19:19:00.002-05:00

I have to admit it right up front: I am MADLY in love with my local church family. Unashamedly, unabashedly, irrevocably, MADLY in love with The Moody Church family. And one of the many things that "evokes" my love with this great congregation is the privilege I have to "serve" among them as we seek to love Christ to the very best of our abilities, individually and corporately. Some of the very finest people in the city of Chicago are in this "Moody Church family" of mine. I'll write more about them in another post, I'm sure.

But like every church, there is almost always a "shortage" of people serving in all the places where "people are needed." That FACT seems to be REAL in every congregation. And ours is no different.

When I returned to The Moody Church in November, 2005 (after a 3-year hiatus in another congregation), the first thing I wanted to do was find "places" to serve...to do whatever I can to further the kingdom of God, and the ministries of this local Body of Christ.

God has MORE than answered my prayers! I am always finding "things to do" and "ways to serve." I am so THANKFUL for these. Whether it is preparing food for the "Men's Fraternity" gathering on Thursday morning--meaning I have to be at the church not later than 5:15 a.m., or assisting the Music Department in getting the "food things" ready for their major productions three times a year, or setting up the Coffee/Tea/Water/Beverages Services for the Sunday Evening Gathering, so people will have something to "wet their whistle" before and during the worship gathering. I also serve in the Women's Ministries as the coordinator for all the "male volunteers" for luncheon functions and the like. It is my HIGH HONOR to 'serve" in this manner. Being involved in three or four SERVING activities every Sunday was nothing unusual for me at all....and it was beginning to take its toll on me. One of the pastoral team members refers to me as his "first-round draft pick" anytime there is a need for someone to "serve in the kitchen" or get "food items" ready for an event.

For some crazy reason when someone at the church needs something in the kitchen--or needs to know someone about the church kitchen--my name always seems to be in the mix...somewhere, and somehow. Betty (Crocker) and Martha (Stewart) and Paula (Deen) would be proud, I'm sure.

Last year (2009), I was so burned out from all the "serving", that I knew the LORD was leading me to take a three-month sabbatical from it all. My great friend (and pastor) Charles Butler was the first that I shared this "leading" with, since I wanted him to help me discern if this was God or just my own exhaustion. I remember calling him on April 1, 2009 and saying, "Pastor, I have decided that I am going to take June, July, and August OFF from all the extra-curricular stuff at the church. If it is already on my calendar as of today, I will honor that commitment. But NOTHING else is going on my calendar for those three months. I need a break."

"Yeah, well I'll believe it when I see it," replied one Pastor Charles Butler. So I made a pact with him. Every time someone asked me to "do something" at the church, I would run it by him first. I would be completely accountable to Pastor Charles concerning my "over-serving" and my sabbatical requirements. I fully intended to "not do any of the extra stuff" for three months.

From June 1, until August 30, 2009--I KEPT MY WORD. I turned down an average of 4 different requests every week for ministries at the local church needing "assistance" with an activity of some type. But I knew where my temporary boundaries were, and they were not to be compromised.

But August 30th, I was out in Lincoln Park organizing the "cooks" and the "grillmeisters" for the Church-wide picnic. The "four of us" (three other guys and myself) grilled enough hamburgers and hotdogs to feed more than 1800 people. Everyone moved through the line in less than ONE HOUR....this was a record time for these events. We were so happy.

But, I am grateful for the privilege of "serving." I learned many years ago that when I am "serving" that I must always offer my "gift of serving" to the LORD before I ever offer the "product of service" to those whom are being served. Whenever I am in the kitchen at the church, I want to remember that I am serving the LORD first and foremost. Then, I am serving His people to the very best of my ability.

This is a high honor and a tremendous privlege in my life. I wouldn't trade it for anything else.

8. I am thankful for CELL PHONES

2010-05-04T20:22:00.002-05:00

Okay, I'll admit it. I remember when we had the "dial phone" consoles sitting on our nightstands, and the "dial phone" attached to the wall somewhere in the kitchen. And then we graduated to "touchtone" phones....

And now, it seems like EVERYONE has a cell phone...even some people who shouldn't (but that is another post for another day). I first saw these "wonderful items" about ten years ago when I first moved to the Windy City. I was downtown in the LOOP, and saw people walking around seemingly talking to themselves...I was certain that one city couldn't possibly have THIS MANY "mentally unstable" people...and then someone explained the "earpiece" and the cell phone technology to me....back in the Fall of 2000. Almost ten years ago.

I swore I'd never be so vain as to have a "cell phone" with me at all times. Well, I must admit that I am addicted to my "vanity"...and my cell phone goes everywhere with me, 99.99% of the time.

I am thankful for CELL PHONES because I can pick up my phone (which is never more than 2 feet from me 24 hours a day, seven days a week) and call just about anyone I want to talk to...or at least leave a message. Or, I can be "really post-modern" and send a text message...

I remember the days of "public lines" versus "private lines" and how the ringing would be so loud, it could wake the dead. Yes, we've come a very, very long way.

My cell phone goes EVERYWHERE with me. I can put it on "silent" or "vibrate"...or just about any other setting that I choose. I can be connected almost as quickly as I can open my eyes, and get my fingers to digitizing. Maybe that is just a bit "too connected"--but you get the point.

So yes, I am thankful for cell phones.

7. I am thankful for FIRST-TIME VISITORS at Church

2010-05-03T17:22:00.002-05:00

We had a literal busload of "first-time visitors" to The Moody Church yesterday morning. These wonderful people were on their way BACK to Savannah, Georgia and stopped by to worship the LORD with us here in Chicago. It was a THRILL to have them--all 35 of them!

Most of these folks were in their early-mid 60s, and some well beyond that. But each was a delight to my heart, as I had the time to stop and talk with them ever so briefly.

One of things I enjoy doing (most Sunday mornings) is standing in the main lobby (Clark Street entrance) of our local church facilities, and seeing people gather in for our time of corporate worship. Since The Moody Church enjoys the diversity of more than 68 nationalities as regular parishioners, it is always a joy to "meet and greet" people from literally all over the world, united for one purpose: worshipping Jesus!

But, I am also reminded of what it means to make "good impressions" the first time someone comes to "visit" our "family." I've been a visitor on more than one occasion in local churches other than "my own." There were times it was a "real treat" for me to see others in the "kingdom of God"--translated, I was welcomed and would return to worship with these people if the occasion ever presented itself.

There have been THOSE TIMES (thankfully and mercifully FEW in number) when I swore I would never return to that church if it were the LAST PLACE on earth to gather with God's people for worship. I'd start my own first. That reminds me of a story (but as I've stated elsewhere, MOST things remind me of a story. I'll spare you this time). The "meal" may be good, and good for you, but if the first "taste" is bad....good luck with the "rest of that stuff."

So what made a good "first-time visitor" experience for me?

First, I received a warm, and sincere "welcome" at the front door. Someone was standing there ready to answer my question(s), and assist me if I needed it. Everyone should know where the water fountains, restrooms, and nursery are located...as well as the sanctuary, and when the worship service will begin. This should be "sincere"--not plastic, or "rehearsed." Maybe I'm being a bit "over-sensitive" here, but I am KEENLY AWARE of when someone is truly glad to have me "among them" and when someone is just 'being nice because that is what I'm supposed to be". As a first-time visitor, "sincerity" at the front door means everything.

Second, I always appreciate a good handshake, a smile, and an "Order of Worship" if one is being used. (Not every congregation prints their "Order of Worship" and that's completely fine with me).

Third, I appreciate being "acknowledged" as a visitor in a worship gathering, but not embarrassed. Thank me, publicly, for coming. Tell me where the "Visitors Center" is (if your local church has one), and encourage me to come by after the meeting is dismissed. Don't ask me to stand and tell my name, or where I am from. I can tolerate the "will all our visitors please stand" routine, if this is your normal procedure. But don't just "single me out" unless it is absolutely necessary. And most of the time, it isn't.

Finally, (and this may be self-serving), always invite "me" (or whomever your visitors are) to lunch, or a refreshment of some kind. I remember visiting the Crystal Cathedral (Garden Grove, California) more than 20 years ago. After I had been identified as a visitor, I remember more than 20 people coming up to me, and inviting me to join them for lunch that day. While I wasn't able to join anyone for lunch (because of other commitments that HAD to take precedence), I will always remember their kindness to me.

I trust that our "First-Time Visitors" yesterday (and every Sunday) had a great experience with the people of God gathered as The Moody Church. If they didn't, I hope someone will let us know about it. We want to represent Christ and His people in the very best possible way.

6. I am thankful for RAIN....

2010-05-02T20:26:00.002-05:00

I'm not trying to "copycat" anyone, and I do truly feel sorry for the people in Middle Tennessee who are being flooded out of their homes (at the time of the writing). Rain refreshes. Rain regenerates. Rain revives. I'm very thankful for rain.

I made a deal with God about 14 years ago...and I am not one who is always trying to "negotiate" with the Almighty. But I did make a deal with God when I lived in Lubbock, Texas (my years in EXILE--but that's for another post).

We had not experienced rain in almost a year...it was early May, 1996. The fields were absolutely drought-stricken, and the entire area was more dusty than usual. This was becoming a serious problem.

The local church where I worshipped during this time (Trinity Church, Lubbock), decided to have a prayer meeting on a Thursday night, and pray for "rain." Our sole prayer request that evening was for God to send rain. There was NO rain in the weather forecast....but about 2.5 hours into the prayer meeting, GOD sent a "gully-washer" of a rainstorm.

From that day until this one, I have never complained about the rain. I remember how GOD answered our prayers, and sent rain....I still remember.

And I'm thankful.

5. I am thankful for "memories"....

2010-05-01T05:15:00.002-05:00

The songwriter was absolute correct:

"Precious memories, Unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul.
How they linger, ever near me
Precious sacred scenes unfold."

It seems like most of contemporary culture gets caught up in the "now" and sometimes "the future" but fails to remember "the past". In other words, we don't learn much because we don't like to "look back."

Those "sacred scenes" unfolding in my life often remind me of God's great faithfulness, and His "ever present in the time of trouble" promises from His Word.

Those "sacred scenes" unfolding in my life often remind me of what it was like to "have less" but to enjoy "life" so much more than most of us seem to enjoy it now. I (we) have found out that "life does not consist in the abundance of things we possess." Seems like I've read that somewhere before. (You all are smart, you know where I've read it).

Those "sacred scenes" unfolding in my life often remind me that I stand on the shoulders of those wonderful people who have gone before me. These scenes remind me that "no man is an island" and that I should never try to be one myself...it is guaranteed failure. Guaranteed.

Those "sacred scenes" unfolding in my life often remind me of times when God's people would sometimes pray all afternoon, weeping before the Lord in the altars of the local church. We stayed there until we "prayed through." As a teenager, I often didn't understand it...but as an adult I LONG FOR IT....those precious, precious times when all that really matters is that "my will" aligns with the designs of Heaven and Heaven's King.

Those "sacred scenes" unfolding in my life often remind me of my Grandmother Hoover's wonderful "biscuits" every morning for breakfast. (And to many of my friends, "biscuits" are a very holy and sacred thing, but I won't embarrass anyone by naming names here...at least not this early in the morning). Every single time I've ever make a biscuit, I have recalled how my precious grandmother (now rejoicing on the streets of glory) made her biscuits....I hope I am doing her proud. Not sure mine will ever be as good as hers, but I think they come close.

Those "sacred scenes" unfolding in my life often remind me of how God has provided HIS FAMILY to be my family....and that will deserve several posts of its' own. I'll write about that later.

Yes, these memories are precious. "Unseen angels" indeed.

4. I am thankful for FORGIVENESS from God (and others)

2010-04-29T18:45:00.004-05:00

I'll do my best to keep this post "short in righteousness" (and there are certain readers that I can already hear laughing out loud).

Every day of my life, I am aware of God's forgiveness in my life. I am acutely aware that I would have NO HOPE now or in eternity if God were not a "forgiving God." Thousands of years ago, King David said, "Bless the Lord...who forgives your iniquities..." God forgives.

Jesus said, explaining the Father's love to a group of disciples that just were not "getting it" yet, that the person who is forgiven little loves little (in return). He who is forgiven much (that would be me) loves much. If we still have breath in our bodies, and we know the LORD JESUS as our Savior, we are in the "forgiven much" category. Every single one of us.

Only Biblical Christianity offers humanity the opportunity and blessing of "forgiveness". On the Cross, our LORD's request to His Father was "Forgive them, they don't know what they are doing." I could write many, many pages on how God's forgiveness has changed my life.

I'm also thankful for the forgiveness extended to me by others. I am a less-than perfect person (in case any of you were wondering). I have committed wrongs (both intentionally and accidentally) against others...and for these wrongs I am profoundly penitent. And it has been the "forgiveness" extended by others that continues to show me the "forgiveness of God" which saves my life. Again, Jesus is brought into the picture. His words were very, very clear: "If you do not forgive others, don't expect God to forgive you." It's pretty hard to scramble the meaning of such a straightforward declaration.

Every day I remember the words (born at The Moody Church, by the way), "Pardon for sin, and a peace that endureth..."

Yes, I am thankful for the forgiveness of God. And I am thankful for the forgiveness of others who share this common humanity with me.

3. I am thankful for sleep...

2010-04-28T23:12:00.003-05:00

I am about to retire for the evening, and sleep is one of the foremost thoughts on my mind right now...really it is. I remember hearing J E Brisson quote Psalms 127:2 one morning in a sermon, "the LORD gives His beloved sleep..." I've always remembered that....and I try to live by it on a daily/nightly basis.

I did something this afternoon that I rarely ever do: I came home and took a good, long nap. It was about 45 minutes long, and I felt so good when I woke up. I needed that nap.

I am thankful that God so designed our bodies that we MUST bring everything to a halt, and rest. That beautiful four-letter word, "REST".....indeed a lovely, lovely word.

I have very little trouble going to sleep (usually), and within about two minutes of lying down and turning off the reading lights, I am safely transported into "LaLa land." The journey is usually quick, uneventful, and refreshing.

But now, the words of a song come to mind:

"Soon I shall hear a call from heaven's portals, 'Come home, My child, it's the last mile you must trod.' I'll fall ASLEEP and wake in God's new heaven, sheltered safely in the arms of God."

Many, many thanks to the late Dottie Rambo who wrote such powerful songs about Heaven.

But for now, it's time to go to sleep. And as the Apostle Paul said, "If I live it is unto the Lord, and if I die, it is unto the Lord, so whether I live or die, I am the Lord's." (Romans 14:8). I will go to sleep trusting this strong, Almighty, Ever-Faithful God to do as He sees best in my life.

That's definitely something I can find great rest in.

2. I am thankful for SURGERY

2010-04-28T04:47:00.002-05:00

Yep, you read it absolutely correctly. I am so thankful for modern medicine, and LAPARASCOPIC SURGERY. Here's what I'm talking about:

Last year, exactly ONE YEAR AGO TODAY, I formally began the process to become a living kidney donor to my good friend, Dr Bill George. (He was my Introduction to World Missions professor at Lee College [now University] more than 24 years ago). I remember that morning very well. It was a Tuesday, and I was preparing to have my small group over for dinner at my place that evening. So, I took the day off, and started the journey with a visit to my doctor's office, to give FIVE tubes of blood. Okay, they were small tubes.

Six months ago this very day, Dr Bill and I were both in the University of Alabama-Birmingham Hospital, preparing for my nephrectomy (kidney removal), where I would give my left kidney, and he would receive my left kidney--prayerfully ridding him of the need for hemodialysis for the rest of his earthly life. (He won't need dialysis in heaven, reports have shown).

It seems like yesterday, and then again, it seems like years ago. I can remember it like yesterday,that's for sure. After a parade of people on Tuesday coming by our room to visit (we had been placed in the same semi-private room, because there was "no room in the inn" for private rooms until after our respective surgeries) we both tried to get some sleep. I think I may have slept an hour or so...but then again, I wasn't bothered. I would get plenty of sleep during the "procedure." And sleep I did....not a dream, nothing for the next 4 hours or so.

Down in the "pre-Operative" area, I was honing my skills as a comedian. Not under duress, by any stretch, just a bit of medication which was slowly running through my left arm via the heplock and IV that was being inserted. As soon as I arrived in the area (around 5:15 a.m), one of the nurse put this rather large "hospital gown" on me...that expanded....really, IT EXPANDED...I'd never seen one like this before. The reason for the gown was to regulate my body temperature, and it had a little "control button" that I had a lot of fun with...A LOT of fun, I tell you.

At one point, I asked a few of the nurses a serious question...once I got them to my bedside..."Does this gown make me look FAT?" Oh yes, they were all laughing out loud...the medicine was doing its thing, obviously.

About 6 a.m. or so, I was rolled away from my "stage" and taken down to surgery, where the kindest young lady told me what would be happening...Her name was either Tameka or Shaniqua...can't remember. I began saying, "Bless the LORD O my soul, and all that is within me, Bless His holy name!" She asked, "Are you a Christian, Mr Hoover?" I replied in the affirmative...and then began reciting the words, "He hideth my soul in the Cleft of the Rock..." and was pretty much out....

A few hours later, I was being rolled from Recovery into my private room, where a "band of angels" awaited me. Well, at the time, these people were angels to me. I was pretty much wide awake, which surprised me. (The Nurse Practitioner and Surgeon had both told me the day before that I would be extremely drowsy, sleepy and wouldn't feel like talking to anyone...that WAS not the case at all.) I asked, "Am I in heaven or am I in a hospital room?" Someone replied, "Brother, you are in a hospital room." I immediately said, "We aren't doing this again, are we?"

I could go on, and on, and on with this story. I'm still fascinated by it...even though most of my friends are probably bored....and no, there will NOT be a "made-for-television" movie of it all. (However, being currently unemployed, I could use the cash from the massive royalties that I know would accumulate).

Now, six months later, I am feeling fabulous, and Dr Bill George is also feeling great.

**I would like to thank my dear friend, Dr Jackie David Johns (www.jackiespeaks.blogspot.com) for allowing me to "channel" his very dry, and hysterically funny sense of humor in the telling of this most serious and tremendously gratifying event in my life. Jackie, I hope I did you proud.

1. I am thankful for ACCOUNTABILITY...

2010-04-27T10:14:00.002-05:00

One of the current "buzz words" in our culture is "accountability"...seems like everyone wants "someone" to be "accountable" for something....and most have no idea what "accountablity" really means.

Not sure that I have an exhaustive definition, but that's never stopped me before. But anywho, I'm very thankful for "accountability."

I continue to learn how important relationships really are in my life. I have to admit that I have some of the very dearest people on earth in my "big family"--and most of them are not biological relatives either. Many of these folk have known me for quite a while--ten years or more. They know my strengths (both of them), and my flaws (as numerous as the sands of the seas, if I may quote an Old Testament euphemism). Yet, they still claim to love me. I have no valid grounds on which to dispute their claims, or to deny their love for me. I'm thankful for it.

However, these same people also know that I have to be "responsible" in my life. Responsible with my finances, health, job, and most importantly, my spiritual walk with Christ. They are not afraid to "call me out" when I am headed toward a cliff. These are not people who would let me waltz on the ragged edge of disaster without first warning me, and then warning me again.

And some of my friends with less tenure (friends in the 10 years or less category) have been marvelous in keeping me honest, and pure, and upright. We don't always agree on some of the "fine print" in life...but most of the time we do.

For example, my great friends Joe and Alex. Both of these fine men know many of my self-disclosed flaws--and some of the flaws that I haven't bothered disclosing as well. I am convinced that either man would have no problem making sure that I remain "honest" about what is going on in my world, and willing to "assist me" if such need were to arise. Both men have given me wise counsel, and a listening heart in times past. Both men have cried with me, and laughed with me. That means a lot in my life.

When I think of accountability, I do not, repeat DO NOT mean "emotional manipulation." Accountability works both ways. It travels a tw0-way street, and usually observes the speed limit. I'm grateful for those in my life who hold me accountable (yes, Cheryl, I am VERY grateful for you), especially when it makes me uncomfortable...and makes me think.

The "I Am Thankful" Series...

2010-04-25T21:24:00.002-05:00

My great friend, Dr Jackie Johns, has written an AMAZING SERIES (and I hope he continues) on things for which he is thankful. You can check it out at www.jackiespeaks.blogspot.com

It is truly wonderful. Much of it is hysterically funny, and some of it is profoundly spiritual. I'll let you figure out which is which.

Beginning on Saturday, May 1, 2010 I have every intention of beginning my "I am Thankful" series here in this very corner of 'cyber space.."

Disclaimer: My series will not be nearly as profound or as deep as Jackie's. I'm not that clever, smart, seasoned OR old. (lol).

This will be a GREAT exercise in gratitude for me.

Two precious saints of God....Rejoicing in the presence of Christ...

2010-04-15T19:02:00.002-05:00

Two people whom I dearly love have "made it all the way home" today:

Leonard Kendrick (affectionately known as "Dadda") and Linda Fontana.

These wonderful saints of God are now rejoicing on the streets of Glory...in the presence of the Christ whom they adored all their lives.

I'll write more later.

Truths that have guided my life...

2010-04-14T19:24:00.002-05:00

I believe the entirety of Scripture is inspired by God. I want to make that clear from the beginning...no need to be branded as a herectic, unnecessarily. However, there are certain truths and "commands" that have guided my life. I wanted to just share some of those here:

"Greater love has no man than this that he would lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13)

"Rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep." (Romans 12:15)

"So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity: for God loves a cheerful giver." (2 Corinthians 9: 7)

"Do not be deceived: God is not mocked. For whatever a man sows that shall he also reap." (Galatians 6:7)

"And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist" (Colossians 1:17)

"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs; singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord." (Colossians 3:16)

"But concerning brotherly love you have no need that I should write to you, for you yourselves were taught by God to love one another..." (1 Thessalonians 4:9)

"For the love of money is the root of all evil, for which some have strayed form the faith in their greediness and pierced themselves through with many sorrows." (1 Timothy 6:10)

"Let brotherly love continue." (Hebrews 13:1)

"For we all stumble in many things. If anyone does not stumble in word, he is a mature man, able also to bridle the whole body." (James 3:2)

"Confesses your sins one to another and pray for one another that you may be healed. The effective fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much." (James 5:16)

These are just some of the New Testament passages that have guided my life. There are many others, and I'll share them in subsequent posts.

What passage(s) guide(s) your walk with Christ?

I've waited all week to write this...

2010-04-09T18:44:00.002-05:00

Sometimes, I just have to let what is in my 'heart of hearts" simmer there, and develop, and "mature" (if that is possible) before I put it on this piece of "cyber-rental" property. I've wanted to write "this post" all week long....so here goes.

I was profoundly privileged to spend the Easter Weekend in rural North Carolina with my friends, J E And Linnette Brisson. The Brissons were my pastoral family during my first two years of college. He is, by far, the BEST pastor I've ever had, and the BEST preacher I've ever heard (with the late Billy Nettles and my current pastor, Erwin Lutzer tied for second place). In two years, I heard "Brother Brisson" preach through Ephesians, 1 & 2 Timothy, and through a lot of 1 John. He served the Peerless Rd Church for three years (1979-1982), and I started college in August, 1980. I was honored to be one of his sheep for his last two years at this historic church.

But that's not what I want to write about...that was just some "introductory" material. What I want to detail here is how marvelous a time I had with these precious people over a 4.5 day period.

I was just emotionally tired, and needed a break. I'm not sure I've had a "real vacation" in the ten years I've been in Chicago. Visiting family, entertaining out-of-towners, and having surgery is not exactly vacation...even though vacation time was always used for such events.

I arrived in Raleigh, NC last Thursday (April 1) around 4:30 p.m., and my great friend, Pastor Michael Allen, (from Lee days) picked me up at the airport. We then proceeded over to the Brissons' place...some 25 minutes away. It was a lovely afternoon, and thanks to MAPQUEST, we found our destination with no problems, whatsoever.

I had not seen the Brissons since 1990. He had been my pastor some ten years prior, and a twenty-year absence had taken a toll on my heart. I LONGED to see this precious couple for quite a while. They have meant so much to me for so long...and now my heart was beating rapidly with excitement.

It was just a joyous occasion. Sister Brisson (Linnette) had dinner ready for Michael and myself, and it was just delicious. Some fresh rutabegas, mashed potatoes, barbequed chicken, and collard greens. Absolutely YUMMY.....yummy, I say...let me repeat it: YUMMY.

Brother Brisson showed Michael and myself around the "homestead"and quite a tour it was! I loved just everything...and this would be my "home" for the next four days. Always good for humor, both of the Brissons made sure that our "reunion" was filled with joy and laughter.

But what meant the most to me was the "down time." For many, many hours each day, I had the HIGH PRIVILEGE of sitting and talking with one of the heroes in my life. We talked about everything....people we both knew...all the LORD had done for us in the last twenty years, and all that was happening in our lives and the world at the present time. It was so relaxing for me.

This man--whom I adored when he was my pastor--was so kind and gracious and gentle to me now. He was being a "father" to me...almost like the "father" that I never had. Whether it was walking over to feed the chickens (twice a day) and gather their new eggs, or riding the paddleboat out on the small lake...I had my friend's attention. He gladly gave it to me. He refreshed my soul...and I felt it deeply. Profoundly, personally, and deeply refreshed.

A very special time was our prayer time every morning before breakfast. Before we sat down for the morning meal, we got on our knees and talked to the LORD....how my heart rejoiced! How my heart was deeply moved and encouraged. How my heart was powerfully healed and enriched with this simple, yet important discipline.

When I arrived, the host family immediately informed me that "our world has stopped while you are here...." and they meant it. I felt like crying on more than one occasion. These two precious people loved me, refreshed me, and encouraged my heart...and I badly needed it.

Our "visit" came to a close much too quickly....but the LORD knew what I needed. And J E and Linnette Brisson made sure that I would receive it.

I am moved beyond words at their kindness, generosity, and love to me. Some things never change.

So very thankful...

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I am constantly reminded of how very blest my life has been thus far.

I was visiting some precious friends in North Carolina last weekend. At one point, I began to share how I came to Christ as a small child. As I was telling this very true account, it seemed as though it were happening afresh to me. It felt as though it were just a few weeks ago, instead of almost 42 years ago.

Even though I grew up without my biological parents, the LORD made sure that plenty of people were around to "raise me" and to take the most minute interest in my development as a human being. Those people meant the world to me THEN, and they still do. Some things just never change. And they shouldn't.

Looking back, HIS LOVE and MERCY I see....yes, I can clearly see HIS love and HIS mercy demonstrated through HIS people. I am the most unworthy of recipients...but also among the most grateful.

God has a way of reminding us of HIS love and HIS care....His Word, His Spirit, His guidance, and His people....each of these remind me that JESUS does indeed love me. How do I know?

The Bible tells me so. His Spirit tells me so. He faithfully guides me (when I'm willing to follow HIS agenda, instead of my own), and His people demonstrate HIS love in ways that I could never ever ask for nor duplicate.

I'm so very thankful for all of this. I don't deserve it...not in the least little bit, but I am thankful.

Happy Birthday, Dianne Vega

2010-04-01T04:57:00.001-05:00

I'll be traveling to the Raleigh, North Carolina area today for the Easter weekend. I may not have the opportunity to call and wish you a Happy Birthday in person....so please accept this as my greeting.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY. (Now the entire world, including FACEBOOK knows its your birthday).

Overheard in a seminary classroom...

2010-03-31T19:52:00.002-05:00

These bits of wisdom were passed down to me about 12 years ago, from some unknown seminary, and I think they are OUTSTANDING:

1. Hebrews draws heavily on Leviticus. That's a big help, NOBODY reads Leviticus.
2. Novices think they get holy in 2 days.
3. If you read the Hauerwas article, then you don't need to remember it.
4. The ten lost tribes of Israel were not just casually misplaced.
5. By the 7th time you've gone through the 3-year lectionary cycle, a new idea is a blessing.
6. There's a blessing on intelligent guessers.
7. Here I am, send him. This is NOT my call.
8. Nobody ever comes to a priest and asks if it is substance or essence.
9. My Bible begins, "Once upon a time..."
10. That's a waste of time unless you are planning to write your own Gospel--and I'm highly discouraging that!
11. Whenever you want to quote something in the Bible, use a foreign language.
12. Bad biology produces bad theology...but let's not go there right now...
13. The church is allergic to the Holy Spirit.
14. ...but I don't want to get off on that important and very interesting topic.
15. That's not a verb you would want to meet in a dark alley.
16. The Roman Church has its home in the Anglican tradition.
17. Christianity is something you catch...like a disease.
18. One good thin is that this issue isn't going away--sex will be with us forever!
19. It's a necessary thing to take an exam..given that it's a fallen world.
20. A comfortable monastery: That's just an upper class men's club in Benedictine habits.
21. It's like baseball. You put your good hitter up first [Matthew], then your worst hitter[Mark], and you close with your clean-up hitter [John].
22. Bishops are important because they are Bishops and not because you are supposed to do what they say.
23. There are certain times we don't need God. Especially at a party.
24. A slowly deteriorating religion--that's the one I believe in.
25. I need to press on so that we don't get bogged down in sin for the whole semester, no matter how much some of us might enjoy that!

Live Like a Christian...

2010-03-30T16:33:00.002-05:00

Great Advice...even today:

Love from the center of who you are: don't fake it. Run for dear life from evil, hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply and practice playing second fiddle.

Don't burn out. Keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don't quit in hard times, pray all the harder. Help needy Christians, and be inventive in hospitality.

Bless your enemies, no cursing under your breath. Laugh with your happy friends when they are happy; share tears with them when they're down! Get along with each other, don't be stuck-up! Make friends with nobodies; don't be the great "somebody."

Don't hit back, discover beauty in everyone. If you've got it in you, get along with everybody. Don't insist on getting even: that's not for you to do. "I'll do the judging," says God, "I'll take care of it."

Our Scriptures tell us that if you see your enemy hungry, go that person some food. If he's thirsty, get him something to drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness. Don't let evil get the best of you. Conquer evil by doing good.

From THE MESSAGE, Romans 12

My "family"....

2010-03-29T21:02:00.002-05:00

I grew up without the benefit of two parents in my home....actually, without any parent(s) in my home. But I grew up with the benefit that many "intact" homes have never experienced: a church family that has loved God, loved me, and shown me what it means to "belong."

I came to Jesus when I was a little more than six years old...this June will make that FORTY-TWO years ago...and my life truly "changed"--big sinner that a six-year old, backwards, awkward, farm boy that I was! I'm eternally thankful that the LORD transferred from the kingdom of darkness to His kingdom of light at such an early age.

From that very day until this day, the "family of God" has always been my family. God's people have always been my mentors, my teachers, and my heroes. It was the family of God that made sure I had "something from Santa" when my destitute, poverty-stricken grandmother had nothing to put under the tree for me. We had an old tree, but nothing to put on it--and certainly nothing to put under it. But God made sure that HIS people always "put something" there.

When I was a teenager, and we finally had moved into a mobile home a little closer to town, it was the family of God again, who made sure that I was able to go to a good local church, and also that I would have decent clothes to wear to school. (My grandmother never knew anything about welfare, or public aid, or any of the other "agency benefits" that so many rely on today). It was the family of God who always told me that I could be just about anything that I wanted to be.
It was the family of God who helped me survive (and thrive) during those turbulent teenage years, and the confusing college years.

It was the family of God who loved me during my ten-year stint in the United States Air Force, regardless of where I was stationed. So many always remembered birthdays, holidays, and other times when the LORD wanted me to remember how much HE cares for me. His (my) family always came through. Even though many, many miles separated us (those I knew the best, anyway), these precious people were always close to my heart. And they proved that I was close to theirs.

My local church family now...The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) is just fabulous beyond words. These people love me in a way that I'm not sure I have ever experienced...and it means the world to me. Hardly a day goes by that someone from my "Moody family" hasn't contacted me to just say "we love you and you are precious to us."

I've wept many tears of thanksgiving for these precious saints of God over the last few months. Knowing that I am loved, cared for, cherished, and that I bring "something to the family" means more than I could ever explain or describe. Knowing that I am valuable and valued...no price can be attached to that.

I was sharing (with some of my friends at the church ) my plans to go to nursing school. Some of these people interrupted, "You are not going to leave us, are you? You can't leave us!" And right then and there, I knew that I had no reason to look elsewhere. This is where I belong at this point in my life.

My family. I thank God for them. I love them.

A Food Revolution...WE NEED ONE....Badly...

2010-03-26T09:25:00.002-05:00

This nation owes a HUGE DEBT OF GRATITUDE to First Lady Michelle Obama. In less than 15 months, this elegant and influential woman has brought "FOOD" to the forefront of the nation's consciousness.

Medical studies are showing that CHILDHOOD OBESITY is a growing problem in the United States. And this is something that "medical studies" didn't have to show me. I see it almost every day. When I go into drugstores (normally either Walgreens or CVS), get on the public buses and subways here in Chicago, and attend other events, I see people are having problems with their weight.

Most of them are under 30 years of age. Many are under the age of 20...WHY?

I was on the bus last Sunday morning, headed to morning worship. A lady sitting in front of me was feeding her four-year old daughter a bag of chips, a candy bar, and a can of Mountain Dew...it was only 8:45 a.m ! What habits is this child learning? How often is this being repeated around the country--with little, if any, variation?

I've never been obese...a few extra pounds last year, and getting them off was one of the most exhilirating challenges of my life. (Okay, EXHILIRATING, was a bit of a stretch--but it was good for me.)

When the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) states that some of our locales are the most "unhealthy towns in America" and this nation (in some places) gets in an unrighteous uproar.

While these same people are FURIOUS about healthcare reform (which was recently passed and signed into law), they are completely oblivious--or at least tolerant--of the horrible health habits in their own homes, schools, and neighborhoods. We can fuss and fume, and scream and holler, and protest....but we REFUSE to monitor our own lifestyles. And we certainly don't like it when someone else points out what we should have paid attention to all along.

What did I have for breakfast? Some yogurt, an egg sandwich, and a glass of water. I'll have an apple and a banana later in the morning for a snack.

Healthcare begins in our refrigerators. And in our kitchens, and in our homes.

Almost FIVE MONTHS ago...

2010-03-25T14:45:00.002-05:00

October 28, 2009 was a "red-letter" and life-transforming day for me...in so many ways.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009, at the University of Alabama-Birmingham Hospital, GOD allowed me to give my left kidney to a very precious friend who desperately needed a transplant. This was something that God put on my heart (in answer to prayer) almost one year ago...actually exactly ONE YEAR ago in April.

I'm still stunned, awed, and humbled that GOD would trust me with such an assignment.

This Sunday, March 28, 2010--will be five months anniversary of this event exactly. I feel great...have had NO complications, and am rejoicing in the "land of the living."

And I am a strong advocate for living organ donations...for obvious reasons.

Healthcare Reform....

2010-03-23T04:21:00.003-05:00

One of the most contentious issues in the last 25 years is finally seeing some "finality"---for now at least. When then-First Lady Hillary Clinton championed "healthcare reform" in early 1993, she was demonized by the already-enemies of the Clinton Administration. (Now for the sake of full disclosure: Mrs. Clinton didn't exactly work in transparency then...and she made many mistakes that were later admitted, but she gets MAJOR kudos for even tackling the issue).

President Barack Obama is the first president in more than 100 years to see any semblance of "reform" (right, wrong, or indifferent) of the nation's healthcare system.

There are SO many angles to "healthcare" and only a few of them were addressed in this rather heated time of the nation's political life. Many were not addressed:

1) Portability
2) Personal Responsibility in preventive care
3) Flexibility
4) Tort Reform
just to name a few.

But where do we go from here? Is the sky falling? Was CHICKEN LITTLE right, after all? Can the nation withstand all the stupidity (from both sides of the "debate") that some of its' citizens are now displaying? (Full disclosure: STUPIDITY is not a disability.)

There are lots of things in this legislation that are probably not good. And there are probably many things in this legislation that are exactly what we need.

NOW, let's just sort them out.

So Forty-Eight Years ago today....

2010-03-13T12:46:00.002-06:00

It pleased the LORD for me to enter this world that HE made, and to bear His image....and what an adventure it has been!

Born to a severely dysfunctional family (the exception way back then, the RULE now, it seems), I never really knew what "normal" was...and sometimes I still wonder if "normal" is some nebulous concept that everyone wants, but no one really ever achieves.

I've had a very full life.

Growing up dirt poor (and I do mean DIRT POOR), we had to trust the LORD and the good will of those HE would send our way for our most basic needs. But I never went hungry, and never had to sleep out in the cold...for that I'm most grateful. God has always provided.

The LORD has given me a good mind, and a strong spirit. I'm eternally thankful. I am humblemd by so many who embrace me as a friend, brother in Christ, and a fellow pilgrim on this journey to Heaven. I am so undeserving of such grace and love and mercy. But I am thankful beyond words.

Some of my favorite words:

"He knew me, yet He loved me.
He, whose glory makes the heavens shine!
I'm so unworthy of such mercy!
When HE was on the Cross,
I was on His mind."

What else can I say?

Central Falls High School was done DIRTY!

2010-03-02T14:54:00.002-06:00

One of the main headlines in today's news is the firing of more than 90 personnel at the Central Falls High School in tiny Rhode Island. This number includes at least SEVENTY-FOUR teachers.

WHY?

I was listening to the interview on NPR's "Morning Edition" and heard one of the newly unemployed teachers say, "These students bring so many issues to school with them every day...how can we possibly make sure they learn everything they should be learning?"

And the simple answer is..."they can't." The powers-that-be have alleged this particular school and its faculty/staff have been "underperforming." And this time, I really, really may agree with them.

But the question that NO ONE asked is this: "Which one of the teachers' 1000 jobs are being underperformed? Lawyer? Social Worker? Adjudicator? Banker? Psychologist? Referee? Medical Assistant? Crisis Manager? Abuse Counselor?

While I am all for schools doing what "schools should do best".....we must look beyond the "schools." Where have these parents been? Has anyone told them they are "underperforming" as the PRIMARY EDUCATORS of these young people?

Maybe someone should. But who will dare fire them?

Of course, our 'chickens' really are coming home to roost now. Back in the 1960s (when I was still a VERY SMALL CHILD), the United States gave GOD the "left foot of fellowship" right out of our public school systems, and made sure that no moral compass/standard/guidance would dare 'damage their young minds.'

Of course, when there is no "compass" of any kind, then every student will do what is right in their own eyes....be it stealing, cheating, lying, killing, robbing, or just not showing up. Why have a "righteous standard" when we can let these "free spirits" dwell in a prison of their own making, and reap the disastrous results for YEARS to come.

It's so easy to blame the teachers...really it is. And yes, some teachers really shouldn't be in the classroom....but that percentage is miniscule....very, very miniscule.

Maybe the "powers-that-be" should go back and handle these classrooms for a few days....

They will GLADLY hire these hardworking men and women back.

I love GOOD Southern Gospel Music....

2010-02-25T17:13:00.002-06:00

And I'm sure that none of my friends find that entirely surprising!

I was raised on it...for the most part. My sainted Grandmother Hoover always had great music on in our home. On any given Sunday morning, we would be listening to the Speer Family, or the Happy Goodmans, or the Florida Boys, et al.

Southern Gospel music often tells a story. A profound, wonderful, powerful story. A story of what GOD is doing or has done in the life of those who look to Him. Some of the most wonderful theology I can remember is from some of the songs I learned as a kid, "Heaven's Jubilee" "What a Happy Time" and "Leave It There."

When I need to draw close to the LORD, I often pull out my Bible, and put on some really good music....that music that reminds me of my journey with Jesus....The Perrys do a tremendous version of Kyla Rowland's "I Rest My Case At The Cross"---and it reminds me of just how much Jesus has done, and continues to do for me.

I'll write more later....but yes, I love GOOD SOUTHERN GOSPEL MUSIC.

Phil needs a kidney transplant!

2010-02-24T14:20:00.002-06:00

NO, I'm not talking about myself! (I've already had a couple of requests for my remaining kidney, should it ever become available...LOL)

I found out that my good friend Phil Kaisharis (friend from college days almost 30 years ago) is in desperate need of a kidney transplant. He is experiencing complete kidney failure, and will begin dialysis almost immediately. Hemodialysis is NO WAY TO LIVE...regardless of one's age.

Some ten months (give or take a few days) ago, the LORD clearly spoke to me about being a "kidney donor" for a dear, dear friend of mine. I saw the "need" on FACEBOOK (my second day on the 'social networking site' I SWORE to my friend Joe Misek (www.joemisek.blogspot.com) that I would never use...and now HE'S on it too), and just simply prayed for "God to find a kidney out there somewhere." The LORD simply answered, "You are a match."

SEVENTEEN weeks ago today...this very hour, I was coming out of the Recovery Room of the University of Alabama-Birmingham Renal Transplant Center, having just donated my left kidney to my great friend, Dr Bill George.

NOW, my friend Phil Kaisharis needs a kidney. Let's see what GOD has in mind for this brother in the LORD. Please pray for Phil. Please pray for God's provision in his life.

I am a living, breathing testimony that GOD can and will provide.

Sometimes, I wonder...

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about why things are the way they are.....

I see people being "wildly successful" (whatever THAT means) doing things that have always fascinated me. And sometimes, I even ask GOD, "Why didn't that happen to me?" What I really mean is "Why didn't YOU let that happen to me?"

As I have to regularly remind myself, the LORD knows where I am, and where HE wants me to be in the future, as well as in the present circumstances. But, even with that knowledge of His sovereignty, I still often ask Him, "Why?"

I realize that HE is under no obligation to explain anything to me...but I take great comfort in knowing that I can always ask Him the questions that are "tough" in my own soul. I can always ask HIM the hard stuff:

"Why did my parents not love YOU, and made no real attempts to love me?" "Why did I suffer from the neglect and abuse that YOU could have so easily prevented, but didn't?" "Why have I struggled most of my life with some of the very basic issues that should have been settled so long ago?"

I am humbled that GOD has called me to Himself, and has called me to be His son. Often I feel like the young boy in Luke 15, who finally came to himself, and returned to his father's home, and said, "I'm willing to be just a servant." I've tasted the good things of God, and have found HIS FAMILY to be my "REAL FAMILY"...experiencing HIS LOVE as it was meant to be experienced. I've seen the 'face of Jesus' in so many others who have loved me, and shown me just what the FATHER is like, even though they are imperfect just like I am.

I've even asked, "Why didn't YOU let me pursue ministry and preach YOUR message and SING YOUR song to the masses?" Then I realized that I could "sing HIS song" and "preach HIS message" in more ways than just the ones that have been so highly visible. His song is LOVE, and HIS message is that He sent HIS Son, Jesus, to love us.

It doesn't take a professional to do that. Just a child transformed the SONG and the MESSAGE. I found out that I qualify.

So, yes, I can rest my case at the Cross. I do indeed have someone to "champion my cause."

Thank you, Jesus.

Where were all the "Tea Party" folks?

2010-02-08T14:13:00.002-06:00

We have been practicing NATIONAL DEFICIT SPENDING for as long as I can remember....where have all the "Tea Party" folks been for the last 30 or so years?

Where were all the "Tea Party" people during the last eight years when the Bush-Cheney Administration was spending this nation into oblivion with NO ACCOUNTABILITY?

I don't want to "burst" anyone's artificial bubble, but the Obama Administration is not the FIRST one to ever exercise DEFICIT Spending......and I'm sure this administration won't be the last one either...

I think the whole "Tea Party" syndrome is rather hypocritical.....but then again, that's just MY opinion.

Founder's Week 2010 Begins Tonight! You can listen live!

2010-02-01T09:53:00.002-06:00

One of the great Bible conferences in the United States, and probably in the world, is the annual Founder's Week of the Moody Bible Institute here in Chicago. Dwight Lyman Moody originally started this week as a "day for snow sledding for the children"...and it has come a mighty long way since then.

Here's the link:

www.moodyconferences.com Then click on Founder's Week. You should also be able to "connect" and join the conference at www.moodyradio.org

Enjoy!

This is resounding in my soul...

2010-01-30T11:53:00.001-06:00

"He hideth my soul in the Cleft of the Rock
That shadows a dry, thirsty land!
He hideth my life in the depths of His love,
And He covers me there with His hand.

He covers me there with His hand.

There really isn't much more that I can say...."He covers me there with His hand."

Good Speech, Mr President...

2010-01-28T10:05:00.002-06:00

Now let's see if we can "live by" those praised/maligned/overquoted/not-quoted-at-all, ideals.

You did a magnificent job. I've listened to every State of the Union address since the beginning of former President Jimmy Carter's tenure. I feel that I owe it to myself to hear what the President of this great nation, and the "leader of the free world" has to say, not only to the American citizenry but, to the rest of the world as well.

I awoke early this morning, Sir, and heard you quoted on the BBC's early radio broadcast.

I appreciate the fact that you admitted some failures and "off the right path" times last night. I appreciate the fact that you are not giving up on healthcare reform.

And I appreciate the fact that you care for your wife and your daughters. That is the most important job you have....

CHANGE is in the "air"

2010-01-23T11:18:00.002-06:00

And the Obama Administration had nothing to do with it...LOL

On Thursday, December 31, 2009 as I was getting dressed for work, I just sensed the LORD speaking to my spirit that HE wants to "revolutionize" my life in 2010. My immediate response was, "Well, LORD, I gave you a kidney in 2009, I want to give you the rest of my life in 2010."

Needless to say (so why am I saying it? Because I CAN), I was waiting to see what the LORD was ready to speak to me....if HE was speaking at all.

After a very turbulent week at work, I was just stressed and distressed....and to the point of "burn out" as well.

On the way to work, I began praying, asking the LORD how I could follow HIM more closely and hear HIM more clearly, and obey HIM more completely in 2010.

As soon as I opened my office door, it was as though the LORD was directing me to prepare my resignation from my current position, and look to return to school not later than this coming Fall.

I looked at all the obligations on my calendar, and just wondering if this was really God....The earliest I could leave my position would be mid-March (some 11 weeks into the future).

Immediately I went in to see my supervisor, and told him that I plan to leave my position by the end of March, 2010. He was taken by surprise, but very affirming and seemed to be supportive of the fact that I want to make some 'life changes."

I have lots to do between now and my last day on the job...so pray for me. I need to find another job (part-time would be ideal), and also finish the process for getting into nursing school this Fall.

I'll write more about this later.

Thirteen Weeks ago tonite...

2010-01-20T14:55:00.002-06:00

God, my Heavenly Father, visited me in a profound, unforgettable way.

I had come home really worn out, ate a quick bite, and went straight to bed. About 1 a.m. I got up from my bed, needing to go the bathroom, and then headed back to sleep.

But I couldn't go back to sleep. I tossed and turned. Finally, I walked into the living room, turned on some very soft music, and lay down on the sofa. I knew I would fall asleep.

But then, I distinctly remember sensing the LORD telling me to "turn the stereo off." So, I got up, walked across the living room, and turned it off! Simple enough. (I had to be at The Moody Church at 5:15 a.m. on the following morning, and I desperately needed to get back to sleep).

I lay back down on the sofa, and deep in my heart I heard my precious great-grandmother singing from Heaven, "And He walks with me, and He talks with me, and He tells me I am His own..." My "big Mama" (my name for her) died almost 40 years ago at the young age of 105. She had been a Methodist itinerant preacher for many, many years. She was born right after the Civil War, and died in 1970. I was only eight years old. This was the very first song I ever sang solo in a public setting. It is still one of my favorites.

I knew the LORD was visiting me, and ministering to me. I was trying to go to sleep, but listening closely. The LORD reminded me that He "rejoices over us with singing" (Zephaniah 3:17). It was as though Jesus wanted to sing over me. I suddenly heard this beautiful, deep baritone voice singing,

"He hideth my soul in the Cleft of the Rock that shadows a dry, thirsty land! He hideth my life in the depth of His love, and He covers me there with His hand! He covers me there with His hand."

The third time the LORD sang this, He changed the words to "I'll hide your life in the depth of MY love and I'll cover you there with MY hand. I'll cover you there with MY hand."

I was wiping tears from my face, realizing that GOD had calmed/dissolved all fear for the weeks ahead (I would have kidney donor surgery one week from this time) before I ever encountered "fear." In HIS goodness, the LORD fulfilled the Psalm that says, "this poor man cried and the LORD delivered him from all his fears."

I got up soon afterwards, got ready for my obligations at church, and then worked an eleven hour day...I never once yawned, felt tired or sluggish. God had energized me for the day(s) ahead!

GOD used the powerful message of songs that I have sung many, many times to remind me of HIS great, eternal care for me. He promised Moses that He would hide him in the "cleft of the rock" (Exodus 33), and He has fulfilled that promise in His Son, Jesus Christ...the Rock of Ages.

Eight days later, as I was talking to my good friend, Chris Fabry (www.chrisfabrylive.org) on Moody Radio, the LORD prompted me to tell of how HE had ministered to my soul. He is still ministering to people.

And as a gospel song says, "There is a ROCK between me and a hard place." That Rock is Jesus. I'm hiding in Him.

This is some of the greatest stuff I've ever read on the Internet

2010-01-20T09:44:00.002-06:00

Doctor Jackie D Johns was my Foundations for Spiritual Formation professor in my first semester of seminary. That was a tremendous class. Dr Johns has an amazing sense of humor, some wonderful stories, and a reasoning ability that few possess. (And he didn't give a final exam...)

His blog, www.jackiespeaks.blogspot.com is just tremendous. He is writing a series on what he is most thankful for in 2010...this is PROFOUND.

You will be blessed. I promise. And I always keep my promises.

Unwanted and Unloved...

2010-01-14T15:28:00.003-06:00

I had a conversation with one of the classiest people I know, last night at church. We were sitting in the sanctuary of The Moody Church, and my precious friend told me how she never felt loved, wanted, or cared for....

She is one of the most accomplished people I've ever met. She is a retired nurse, and just oozes with class, skill, and other marvelous character traits.

It's hard to believe that she grew up never feeling "loved."

But then again, I can relate...in so many, many ways.

I still wonder about my biological parents' divorce---even after more than 47 years, I still believe there are "missing pieces" that someone (namely Bobby and Jodi) never gave me so I could see the "whole picture."

BUT THE GOOD NEWS is that I am supremely loved! I am deeply wanted and loved by my Heavenly Father. He continually sends HIS CHILDREN to love me, cherish me, and care for me in so many, many tangible ways.

This family of God is the greatest thing in the world.

Haiti...

2010-01-13T09:33:00.002-06:00

I remember hearing now-retired Bishop Adrian L Varlack saying (more than 30 years ago) that HAITI is probably the poorest country in the Western Hemisphere, and one of the very poorest in the world. I've always remembered what Brother Varlack said.

I've met several people from Haiti, and have known several missionaries who have spent a lot of their life and ministry in the country. Even now I have friends who are missionaries in the Dominican Republic.

That island has just experienced the worst natural disaster in more than 200 years...and there seems to be no end to the devastation these precious people have suffered in the last 24 hours.

I plan to do something, even though it won't be much...but I will do something very significant...I'll pray, fervently pray...

For the FAT CATS on WALL STREET

2010-01-12T15:10:00.002-06:00

If you think that ANYONE in "middle America" (those of us who actually work at least 40 hours a week) cares about whether you are get angry over "no bonuses" this year, you are SO VERY WRONG!

Some fool was quoted on MSNBC as saying that you either "pay the good people or they will leave"---that's what salaries are for, isn't it?

Each and every one of you should be ASHAMED and hide your faces if you take these outrageous "perks"--and particularly so, if you have the NERVE to believe that you "deserve these bonuses."

Yes, these are egregious bonuses, and the TAXPAYERS of AMERICA (which I am one) saved your sorry butts from absolute financial ruin.

So the head of HR at AIG, and all of these other people who do not believe you are "getting enough compensation" I have some advice for you:

GET OUT IN THE JOB MARKET, and find out that NO ONE, and let me repeat that, NO ONE will want to hire your overpaid, self-indulged ego...and particularly not for the outrageous amounts you are DELUDED into believing that you deserve.

Welcome to the real world. Find out how the rest of us live.

TWENTY YEARS AGO TODAY...January 11, 1990

2010-01-11T09:07:00.002-06:00

I boarded a United Airlines flight at the San Francisco International Airport, and traveled non-stop (17 hours) to Kim Po International Airport, Seoul, South Korea. I was leaving precious friends behind at my previous assignment, Beale Air Force Base, just north east of Sacramento.

This was my very first time ever in Asia. It was very exciting, and I was in for the "ride of my life" during that year in the Far East.

It's hard to believe that was 20 years ago TODAY....some of those people are still precious friends to me...we stay in touch regularly.

YES...Joe has finally done it....

2010-01-07T13:58:00.003-06:00

My great friend, Joe Misek, FINALLY has a Facebook account. (I am trying to paste a link here, but can't seem to do it. LOOK HIM UP!)

Joe is one fantastic person, and a wonderful friend in so many ways. He has been the "face of Christ" to me on many, many occasions over the last five-plus years.

He and I became friends at church--of all places--more than five years ago. I was a member of the Chicago Tabernacle congregation at the time, and Joe was a first-time visitor. I met him at the door, and invited him to sit with me. We've been "buds" ever since.

And now, we are Facebook friends.....I'm overjoyed.

Looking back at 2009...

2010-01-04T15:19:00.002-06:00

WHAT A YEAR! I knew that it would be good when three of my very dearest friends, Major Paul Grant and his lovely wife Cynthia, and my great friend Joe Misek (who is NOW on FACEBOOK, after all the lathering, blathering, spluttering, fussing, etc in 2009) spent the night at my house on December 21, 2008, and we had the very first meal of 2009 in my living/dining room. I knew it would be a GREAT year!

And it has been.

Work has been fast-paced, intense, and most of the time, very gratifying. I have enjoyed serving at Coyne American Institute, and I like the work I am assigned to perform--99% of the time.

My personal life has been okay, I guess. No great revelations, no hot romances, and nothing really noteworthy--well, I'll talk about that later.

The Moody Church family has been stupendous as always. These people are some of the kindest and most loving followers of Christ I've ever known. I am continually being loved and nourished by these wonderful, wonderful people. They are often the "face of Jesus" for me in so many ways.

The big news was that I OBEYED THE LORD! I prayed, and obeyed. I am still stunned that Jesus would trust me with the BIG assignment that HE had for me, but HE did, and I'm still humbled and thrilled. If you are wondering about this assignment, just go back to August, September, October blog posts, and read forward....

The year ended very nicely, and I'm excited to see what GOD will have for me in 2010. I want to follow Him closely, hear Him clearly, and obey Him completely.

The "Gospel" in all it's simplicity.

2009-12-23T13:53:00.003-06:00

Back in 1963, Gloria Gaither penned some of the most profound words I've ever read. I will privileged to hear this wonderful song (in person) sung by the Gaither Vocal Band at the Gaither Christmas Homecoming Concert last Saturday night.

HIS LOVE.....REACHING

Love has always been here,
in the chaos of our world.
It was the WORD that echoed through the formless void.
And whether in the universe or worlds of our own minds,
It's love that turns our chaos into joy.

His love went on longing,
And His love went on reaching
Right past the shackles of my mind.
And the WORD of the Father became Mary's little Son,
And His love reached all the way to where I was.

The WORD that formed creation
Man just couldn't understand;
Its sound was muffled by his wars and strifes.
And man destroyed resources
God intended just to be
the lovely backdrop for abundant life.

And so this great Creator
Who'd been reaching all along,
This GOD who formed the worlds
With His own hands,
Made LOVE become a BABY
One of our very own.
And spoke His WORD
So we could understand.

His love went on longing
And His love went on reaching
Right past the shackles of my mind!
And the WORD of the Father became Mary's little Son
And His love reached all the way to where I was.

New Year's Wishss....

2009-12-12T11:07:00.002-06:00

It's that time again. So here are my "wishes" and "hopes" and "plans" for 2010:

1) Get myself back down to 175 lbs--I've gained a few pounds since the Kidney Donor surgery...it's time to take that "extra weight" off..again.

2) Learn additional computer skills. I need to learn PowerPoint, and some of the other MicroSoft programs....I've put this off for far too long.

3) Visit friends in Texas, North Carolina, and California that I've not seen in WAAAY too many years. I have three weeks vacation...now it's time to travel some...and I need to start planning immediately.

4) Read my Bible regularly and daily. I'll confess: There have been many days when I just didn't take the time to read God's Word. I'm ashamed of this...and it will be remedied in 2010. As a matter of fact, I'll start today.

5) Save even more money....the LORD is making a way for this to happen, and I plan to take HIM up on His provisions in my life. Not going to horde, or be a stingy man, but I do want to save more.

6) Give more away in 2010. I want to always be a "giver" and not just a "taker" or an "observer" but a GIVER...

Our "credibility' deficit..some thoughts...

2009-12-12T10:40:00.003-06:00

I can't remember a time when the United States has been more partisan, more divided, and more "unrealistic" in our approach to civilized society. Sadly, some "christians" have done little (if anything) to help remedy these maladies.

I grew up in a very conservative (fiscally, theologically, socially) environment and local church setting. I'm very, very grateful for my "upbringing"--even though I was poorer than overused soil. I was pretty much raised to see issues "one way"...and that was the 'way our church' or 'our culture' viewed them. Rarely, if ever, did I think there just might be more than "one side' to any given issue. While very "narrow" indeed, this training saved me a lot of heartache, grief, and trouble that might have otherwise destroyed not only my "faith" but my person, as well.

When I entered the "real world" (after college), I found out that there is often "many sides to any given issue." While I firmly believe in the BIBLICAL ABSOLUTES, there are many things that we considered "absolute" that I would later learn were anything BUT absolute.

I'm deeply troubled when CHRISTIANS 'swallow' everything that any particular "political" or "social" media feeds them--without the least bit of discernment. Example: Some folks will believe every bogus email about President Obama or Madeline Murray O'Hair or Mickey Mouse that is circulated--and particularly those of defamatory character. This is not only sad...it reflects POORLY on those who claim the name of our great Saviour! Some of these same people swallowed every 'spiritual tale' that was spun concerning former President George W Bush (praying for a guy in the Grand Canyon, feeding a hungry child in truck stop, et al)...when such "tales" were proven to be false. While I want to believe the very best about our former President's "heart" toward those who are less fortunate than himself--there's no need to make things up. We lose our credibility when we insist on manufacturing untruths--no matter how well-intentioned these 'untruth' may have been. They are still false.

Not all gay men are rapists, child molesters, drag queens, exhibitionists or philanderers. Some may be guilty of one or more of these awful things. BUT, to paint every person with such a broad stroke is wrong. Morally, ethically, legally, mentally, spiritually WRONG. ( I have an openly gay friend who is a theologian...and none of the above would apply to him.) But labeling people with such defamatory accusations when there is NOT ONE SCINTILLA of truth is not only unkind, it is UNCHRISTIAN.

A very wise pastor once told me, "Remember every piece of bread, regardless of how thin it is, always has at least two sides...and then some edges..." That is advice that I do my very best to remember...every day. I may see one side of the issue...and I may not agree with the "other side" of the issue---but just because I don't agree with it, doesn't mean that it CEASES TO EXIST.

I am not talking about Scriptural absolutes (I wanted to repeat that before anyone reading this decides to label me a "liberal heretic worthy of being burned at the stake"). But Scriptural absolutes and cultural trends/activities are often two birds of "very different feathers."

Jesus Christ is not a White, Anglo-Saxon, Conservative Republican. He is not a "bleeding heart" liberal Democrat either. While I'm all for the political process...the church...and CHRISTIANS in particular must lead the way in restoring civility and credibility to how we view those with whom we disagree--regardless of the issue on which we disagree.

I received a mailing from PLANNED PARENTHOOD the other day (so there really IS a first time for everything). I didn't call their office, ranting and raving. I simply returned the envelope and requested that I be taken off their mailing list. I disagree with 99% of what the organization stands for. Their letter, requesting money, offended me. But I found no need to be "offensive" in return.

I hope I can treat all those with whom I disagree with the same dignity.

Four Weeks Ago today....

2009-11-25T12:35:00.002-06:00

at this very hour, I was in the Recovery Room of the University of Alabama-Birmingham hospital. The LORD had just performed a marvelous "surgery" in both my body and my heart.
He used Dr Jeremy Goodman to do HIS bidding. But it was GOD's work...I fully realize that.

The nurse practitioner had told me (the day before) that I would be "woozy" and wouldn't feel like talking to anyone....but nothing could have been further from the truth. When I arrived back in my hospital room, I saw people rejoicing, and praising God for what had happened! I remember asking someone, "Am I in the hospital, or am I waking up in heaven?" My good friend, Pastor Charles Butler (who came from Chicago to be with me during this event) said, "Brother, you are in the hospital." (I was tempted to ask them if we could "try this again", but I knew better). I was wide awake!

Robert Daugherty, Anthony and Marti Stone, Pastor Charles Butler, Kevin Brooks, Ted and Judy Gee, and a host of other people were in my room, praising the LORD, and rejoicing in what HE had done. I was WIDE AWAKE! And I was ready to "hear all about it."

Pretty soon, I discovered that I had tubes running out of my body....an IV flowing from my left arm, and a foley catheter flowing from my bladder--that catheter was my BEST friend that night....I had a very, very dry throat--the surgeon had intubated me so I could breathe during the procedure...and I had a couple of swollen places on my lips...but it was over!

I started "itching" some, and discovered that half of my otherwise hairy chest had been shaved...why on earth did that happen? Did I 'consent' for them to "shave my chest"? Well, obviously I had given my consent....and yes, the hair would grow back...eventually (I'm still waiting for that...LOL)

About 4:45 p.m. that afternoon, my friend Pastor Charles helped me get up and walk...without coercion from the nursing staff! With the IV pole, the Catheter bag, and a wheel chair in front of me (to steady me), I walked around the corrider of the nursing floor...and felt great....I was also very glad to get back to my bed!

That was FOUR WEEKS ago today....and it seems like only yesterday. Praising God for His favor. Bill George now has a new lease on life...the kidney is "working like a racehorse" (his words, not mine), and we are both recovering nicely.

Praise the Lord!

I'm Thankful for....

2009-11-25T12:23:00.003-06:00

1) the special brother/friend who was in my hospital room at the University of Alabama-Birmingham FOUR WEEKS AGO today--when I returned from the "recovery" and offered to "rub my feet." I let him rub my feet. He is an elected Representative in the State of Tennessee...but he wanted to come PRAISE THE LORD with me during this event. I am so humbled and grateful for this wonderful man in my life!

2) a job..a career...where I can see people starting to get a grip on their future....and trying to turn things around for themselves...and the people who depend on them. It is always "better late than never." I just hope that I am leaving some good things in their hearts and minds.

3) a church family that truly and profoundly loves me. I can't remember any local congregation loving me as much as The Moody Church loves me! I am overwhelmed every single service by how these people show their love and care for me.

4) the privilege of being part of The Moody Church family. Every time I walk in the building, I am awe-struck, stunned, and amazed that God would allow me to be part of such a historic and magnificent group of people. This place has been celebrating the "joy of changed lives since 1864"...and this is "my family." I still can't wrap my mind around all of that! Never, in my wildest dreams, did I think I would be privileged to call this local congregation my "home church." But it is...and I'm so humbly grateful....more than I can express.

5) people who love and care about me...through it all....sometimes it gets "thicker" and sometimes it gets "thinner"...but through it all....I see Jesus in their lives.

Twenty-Two Days later....

2009-11-19T14:28:00.002-06:00

I'm seeing the "goodness of the LORD in the land of the living" (Psalm 27:13).
Being a kidney transplant donor has been one of the most 'dramatic' things I've ever done in my entire life. I am recovering at wonderful, remarkable pace...and for this, I am most thankful.

All of my body functions are performing as expected...normally. My chest hair (which was shaven off HALF of my abdomen and chest) is returning....thanks alot, doctors! The laparascopic incisions (all four of them) are practically healed and unnoticeable now. The larger (4 inch) incision is healing very nicely, and itches just a bit. I can deal with it!

If anyone had even hinted, one year ago, that I would be an organ donor, I would have laughed them out of the room! But, the LORD knew that I would need this experience in my life...and that I would become a kinder, wiser, more obedient son through all of these "events."

The LORD knew that I would need this experience to help me develop a "compassion" that I had often read about--and had even spoken about--but had never experienced first hand.

This was a "life-changing" experience for me. As my great friend, Pastor Charles Butler, so accurately reminded me, "You were not a patient man, but the LORD is developing that quality in you..." And yes, HE did...and is still completing it.

Back at work, hoping to get my appetite back in full force (eventually), and learning to "trust and obey"....waiting for God's next assignment in my life.

But it won't be a kidney donation. That one is behind me.