I miss hearing about Heaven!
There was a time in our lives, and in our society, and especially in our churches when we heard about Heaven, we sang about Heaven, and we anxiously awaited our arrival in Heaven.
Now, sadly enough, we hear so very little about Heaven, and we sing about it even less.
Why?
Have we become so comfortable here on this planet...with all the comforts and goods, and "stuff" that we cannot begin to imagine that the City Whose Builder and Maker is God could be any better than what we currently have?
I grew up poor....we literally had nothing, and we knew it. But the one thing that we possessed, and that I still humbly claim: That wonderful promise of Heaven after life on this earth has ended.
My precious Grandmother Hoover taught me songs about heaven. The local church where I came to Christ as a small child, and most of the churches where I attended ever since that time, all sang and preached about heaven.
So what happened? Do we just not care about "heaven" anymore? Are we really that satisfied down here?
One of the great songs I learned as a child goes something like this:
While travelin' thru this world of sorrow
I'm on my way to gloryland!
I'll not turn back, for some tomorrow
My trials here, I'll understand.
I want to know more about my Jesus
I want to know more about my Lord
I want to know more about that mansion
I'm gonna receive as my reward!
I want to know more about that homeland
I mean to go there, some day some how.
And after I reach that heavenly city,
I'll surely know more than I know now!
What a promise! What a thrill! What a future!
What say ye?
When families "disconnect.." A snapshot of my life...
My parents (Bobby and Jodi) divorced shortly after I was born. Of course back then (1962), divorce was the scourge of society--and it was usually the red "A" on the foreheads of those who were caught in its' web.
My parents not only abandoned each other, but they both abandoned me. I was less than one year old, and my precious Grandmother Hoover took me, and raised me--in a time when she should have been able to enjoy her golden years after raising ten children of her own--she took me in, a small infant and raised me.
I remember my Grandfather Hoover coming to find me in some type of shelter, and I was standing on a mattress soaked with urine, crying. I was just a very, very small child, but I do remember this happening...and not sure how old I was.
And sadly enough, my biological parents dropped in and out of my life at their convenience.
Little wonder, that I decided to return the favor when I became an adult.
I've had no contact with Bobby for more than 15 years now. I don't know if he is dead or alive, and at this point in the game, it doesn't really matter to me--in the long scheme of things. The last time I saw him or heard his voice was at my Grandmother Hoover's funeral--his own mother. He showed up drunk as a skunk. He really embarrassed himself...and the rest of us.
Jodi and I talk occasionally--when I call her. Those times are fairly infrequent. She is married to a wonderful man, John Gunter, and they live in north Alabama.
I'll write more later. But I wanted to start sharing a little about me.
My parents not only abandoned each other, but they both abandoned me. I was less than one year old, and my precious Grandmother Hoover took me, and raised me--in a time when she should have been able to enjoy her golden years after raising ten children of her own--she took me in, a small infant and raised me.
I remember my Grandfather Hoover coming to find me in some type of shelter, and I was standing on a mattress soaked with urine, crying. I was just a very, very small child, but I do remember this happening...and not sure how old I was.
And sadly enough, my biological parents dropped in and out of my life at their convenience.
Little wonder, that I decided to return the favor when I became an adult.
I've had no contact with Bobby for more than 15 years now. I don't know if he is dead or alive, and at this point in the game, it doesn't really matter to me--in the long scheme of things. The last time I saw him or heard his voice was at my Grandmother Hoover's funeral--his own mother. He showed up drunk as a skunk. He really embarrassed himself...and the rest of us.
Jodi and I talk occasionally--when I call her. Those times are fairly infrequent. She is married to a wonderful man, John Gunter, and they live in north Alabama.
I'll write more later. But I wanted to start sharing a little about me.
Peggy Wynn: Please pray for this precious saint of God!
I first met Bishop Ray C Wynn, and his wonderful wife Peggy almost thirty years ago. He was the General Superintendent of the Bible Training Institute of the Church of God of Prophecy International Offices in Cleveland, TN.
I fell in love with the Wynns from the very beginning. There are no finer people on the planet than Ray and Peggy Wynn.
Sister Peggy is now in the Intensive Care Unit of the local hospital in Cleveland, Tennessee. She is not expected to live very much longer.
My eyes are full of tears as I type this, because I loved them so very deeply.
The last time I saw Sister Wynn was three years ago this weekend. She was using a walker due to some severe pain in her legs and back. And it broke my heart then.
I served on active duty in the United States Air Force for ten years. Without fail, every year for Christmas I would receive a wonderful greeting card from the Wynns. And without fail, every year I would receive a card--and usually a small gift--for my birthday..again from the Wynns. She would always say, "We miss you, we love you, please hurry to see us soon. Love, Ray and Peggy"
How I treasured those precious, precious reminders of people who love so unconditionally.
When I returned to Cleveland TN to go to seminary, it was Ray and Peggy Wynn who came to see me in my new "digs" to make sure that I had everything I needed. When they found out that I didn't have a suitable bed, they loaned me one of their cots--and I'm so grateful.
In 1997, Brother Wynn called and said that he needed to come see me.....what I didn't realize was that Sister Peggy had made me a special birthday cake. She made me a special cake in 1998, 1999, and again in 2000.
My heart is breaking right now, thinking that this precious, wonderful saint of God will go on to glory, and that I'll have to wait to talk with her again.
About three months ago, on a Sunday night, I made a list of people whom I've loved and adored over the years. The Wynns were very near the top of the list. I called these people and told them how much I love them...how much they have graced and blest my life, and what a treasure they are to me. Now, I only wish that I could call Peggy Wynn one more time.
Please pray for Peggy and Ray Wynn.
I fell in love with the Wynns from the very beginning. There are no finer people on the planet than Ray and Peggy Wynn.
Sister Peggy is now in the Intensive Care Unit of the local hospital in Cleveland, Tennessee. She is not expected to live very much longer.
My eyes are full of tears as I type this, because I loved them so very deeply.
The last time I saw Sister Wynn was three years ago this weekend. She was using a walker due to some severe pain in her legs and back. And it broke my heart then.
I served on active duty in the United States Air Force for ten years. Without fail, every year for Christmas I would receive a wonderful greeting card from the Wynns. And without fail, every year I would receive a card--and usually a small gift--for my birthday..again from the Wynns. She would always say, "We miss you, we love you, please hurry to see us soon. Love, Ray and Peggy"
How I treasured those precious, precious reminders of people who love so unconditionally.
When I returned to Cleveland TN to go to seminary, it was Ray and Peggy Wynn who came to see me in my new "digs" to make sure that I had everything I needed. When they found out that I didn't have a suitable bed, they loaned me one of their cots--and I'm so grateful.
In 1997, Brother Wynn called and said that he needed to come see me.....what I didn't realize was that Sister Peggy had made me a special birthday cake. She made me a special cake in 1998, 1999, and again in 2000.
My heart is breaking right now, thinking that this precious, wonderful saint of God will go on to glory, and that I'll have to wait to talk with her again.
About three months ago, on a Sunday night, I made a list of people whom I've loved and adored over the years. The Wynns were very near the top of the list. I called these people and told them how much I love them...how much they have graced and blest my life, and what a treasure they are to me. Now, I only wish that I could call Peggy Wynn one more time.
Please pray for Peggy and Ray Wynn.
Seven years ago today: August 27, 2000
I left very familiar surroundings in Cleveland, TN to move to the "Windy City." Chicago was calling me, and specifically friends who were living here, involved in a wonderful ministry in this city.
God has been good to me. I've learned so much about Him, about life in general, about His Church, and about myself.
I remember standing in the Nashville Airport that early Sunday afternoon, and wiping tears from my eyes as I said "goodbye" to one of the dearest friends I've ever had: Kevin Moses. That was a time that I will never forget. Kevin was the face of Jesus to me on so many, many occasions.
He and I are still very close, and I considered him to be one of the finest men on earth.
There have been lots of "bumps" along the way in the last seven years, but God has been good, and I've seen His hand in alot of things in this journey thus far.
God has been good to me. I've learned so much about Him, about life in general, about His Church, and about myself.
I remember standing in the Nashville Airport that early Sunday afternoon, and wiping tears from my eyes as I said "goodbye" to one of the dearest friends I've ever had: Kevin Moses. That was a time that I will never forget. Kevin was the face of Jesus to me on so many, many occasions.
He and I are still very close, and I considered him to be one of the finest men on earth.
There have been lots of "bumps" along the way in the last seven years, but God has been good, and I've seen His hand in alot of things in this journey thus far.
BP finally got "smart"---no additional dumping into Lake Michigan....
BP (used to stand for "British Petroleum" and not sure what it stands for now) reversed a terrible decision it made several weeks ago to dump extra "pollution" into our wonderful Lake Michigan.
The original decision was made a few weeks ago, after the Indiana Legislature gave the company their "blessing" to increase their dumping of waste products in the "Grand Canyon" of the upper Midwest.
After the uproar from the surrounding states, and particularly from the cries of outrage here in Northern Illinois, the company has reversed their ill-fated decision. They will now seek other alternatives to polluting our great Lake.
Yes, I can call it "our" great Lake...because I have lived in Chicago for seven years, come August 27th.
The outrage and uproar coming from Chicago and her neighbors is paralleled only by the decision of the Federated Department Store Company to change "Marshall Fields" to Macy's last year.
And anyone who has lived in the Chicagoland area over the last two years remembers what a brouhaha that who spectacle became.
BP, we are glad that you have come to your senses.
It was about time.
The original decision was made a few weeks ago, after the Indiana Legislature gave the company their "blessing" to increase their dumping of waste products in the "Grand Canyon" of the upper Midwest.
After the uproar from the surrounding states, and particularly from the cries of outrage here in Northern Illinois, the company has reversed their ill-fated decision. They will now seek other alternatives to polluting our great Lake.
Yes, I can call it "our" great Lake...because I have lived in Chicago for seven years, come August 27th.
The outrage and uproar coming from Chicago and her neighbors is paralleled only by the decision of the Federated Department Store Company to change "Marshall Fields" to Macy's last year.
And anyone who has lived in the Chicagoland area over the last two years remembers what a brouhaha that who spectacle became.
BP, we are glad that you have come to your senses.
It was about time.
Happy Anniversar,. Travis and Kelly Johnson
For my friends Pastor Travis Johnson and his wonderful wife, Kelly:
Happy Anniversary!
Travis,
Dude, you married WAAAAAY above yourself....
Kelly, you got a pretty good deal yourself.
Happy Anniversary!
Travis,
Dude, you married WAAAAAY above yourself....
Kelly, you got a pretty good deal yourself.
Some people can't be helped...
I work as an Admissions Officer for a vocational/career college here in Chicago. I deal with people every day, and sometimes all day. I thoroughly enjoy my work--99% of the time.
But I have discovered that some people cannot be helped regardless of how hard I may try.
A case in point: A certain gentleman whom I met at a Veterans Fair over a month ago continues looking for a job in mechanical engineering. I took his resume at the fair and passed it on to the "powers that be" who might be able to help him.
This man calls me, accusing me of just about everything in the book, because he can't find a job, and doesn't want to get more marketable skills. He is a military veterans, and has a masters degree, for Pete's sake!
When I can't answer every question to his exact satisfaction, he blows up. When I insist on him coming to my office so I can sit down and talk with him, he has a hissy-fit, and starts railing at me again.
After all of this drama, I've decided that HE cannot be helped. And the reason:
He doesn't want to be helped. He wants to blame everyone except himself.
Lord, please don't ever let me be like that. And please forgive me for the times that I have been.
But I have discovered that some people cannot be helped regardless of how hard I may try.
A case in point: A certain gentleman whom I met at a Veterans Fair over a month ago continues looking for a job in mechanical engineering. I took his resume at the fair and passed it on to the "powers that be" who might be able to help him.
This man calls me, accusing me of just about everything in the book, because he can't find a job, and doesn't want to get more marketable skills. He is a military veterans, and has a masters degree, for Pete's sake!
When I can't answer every question to his exact satisfaction, he blows up. When I insist on him coming to my office so I can sit down and talk with him, he has a hissy-fit, and starts railing at me again.
After all of this drama, I've decided that HE cannot be helped. And the reason:
He doesn't want to be helped. He wants to blame everyone except himself.
Lord, please don't ever let me be like that. And please forgive me for the times that I have been.
When the "little people" die...
The woman who made the phrase "the little people"--billionaire Leona Helmsley died today at age 87.
She was infamous for how badly and poorly she treated those "little people"--the ones whom she regarded as beneath her dignity, financially and otherwise.
Of course, most Americans would have been "financially" beneath her dignity--since she was a billionaire many times over.
When she was convicted of Tax Evasion many years ago, one of her employees testified under oath that the "Queen" of the hotel industry said, "We don't pay taxes...taxes are for the little people."
Now, the Queen of Mean, Ms Helmsley has found out just how little she really was, and now, eternally is.
Here's a link to the story:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070820/ap_on_re_us/obit_helmsley
I'm wondering if now that she is facing eternity that she feels that "judgment" is only for the "little people."
She was infamous for how badly and poorly she treated those "little people"--the ones whom she regarded as beneath her dignity, financially and otherwise.
Of course, most Americans would have been "financially" beneath her dignity--since she was a billionaire many times over.
When she was convicted of Tax Evasion many years ago, one of her employees testified under oath that the "Queen" of the hotel industry said, "We don't pay taxes...taxes are for the little people."
Now, the Queen of Mean, Ms Helmsley has found out just how little she really was, and now, eternally is.
Here's a link to the story:
http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070820/ap_on_re_us/obit_helmsley
I'm wondering if now that she is facing eternity that she feels that "judgment" is only for the "little people."
Elvira Arellano arrested and deported...What took them so long?
It's about time....and my next question to the "feds" are why it took them so long?
Ms Arellano finally came out of hiding from the United Methodist storefront church on Chicago's west side, and sojourned to Los Angeles, allegedly to speak at an immigrants' gathering.
The federal authorities finally did what should have been done more than one year ago:
They took her into custody, and deposited her back onto Mexican soil....where she belongs.
Now, lest some of my readers accuse me of being heartless and uncaring, let's put some more pieces into the picture:
This lady came here illegally about 13-15 years ago.
She obtained/stole a Social Security Number, and other documents illegally.
She was deported in 1997, and ordered not to return to the United States.
She defied deportation orders last year, and hid out in the Adalberto UMC in the Humboldt Park neighborhood of Chicago's west side.
She has used her son (who was born here) as her "anchor."
She speaks little, if any English--even though she has been here for more than ten years.
The church where she took sanctuary broke the laws of the land in hiding her. They should be heavily fined, and their tax exempt status should be immediately revoked.
I am not heartless nor am I uncaring. However, we must enforce the laws of this land. Our laws are not violating anyone...and particularly not those who want to trespass into this nation.
Ms Arellano finally came out of hiding from the United Methodist storefront church on Chicago's west side, and sojourned to Los Angeles, allegedly to speak at an immigrants' gathering.
The federal authorities finally did what should have been done more than one year ago:
They took her into custody, and deposited her back onto Mexican soil....where she belongs.
Now, lest some of my readers accuse me of being heartless and uncaring, let's put some more pieces into the picture:
This lady came here illegally about 13-15 years ago.
She obtained/stole a Social Security Number, and other documents illegally.
She was deported in 1997, and ordered not to return to the United States.
She defied deportation orders last year, and hid out in the Adalberto UMC in the Humboldt Park neighborhood of Chicago's west side.
She has used her son (who was born here) as her "anchor."
She speaks little, if any English--even though she has been here for more than ten years.
The church where she took sanctuary broke the laws of the land in hiding her. They should be heavily fined, and their tax exempt status should be immediately revoked.
I am not heartless nor am I uncaring. However, we must enforce the laws of this land. Our laws are not violating anyone...and particularly not those who want to trespass into this nation.
Pray for our congregation
I am a regular parishioner (soon-to-be member) of The Moody Church here in Chicago. This is one of the great, historic congregations in the United States, "celebrating the joy of changed lives since 1864".
We are in a bit of transition right now--reaching people whom we've never reached before. We are also becoming a wonderfully relational congregation, instead of being just an "informational" station. Information is important...but God is a relational God. As His people, we want to be relational people, reflecting the image of His Son.
We have a brand new Christian Life Center (aka CLC), and we are wanting to use this multi-purpose facility to reach people all over this great city.
I'm asking my regular readers to take time out and pray for The Moody Church here in Chicago. We aren't anywhere near a "perfect church", but we deeply and passionately want to do the Lord's bidding.
Our Senior Pastor, Dr Erwin Lutzer, will sincerely and humbly be grateful for your intercession on our behalf.
Thanks.
We are in a bit of transition right now--reaching people whom we've never reached before. We are also becoming a wonderfully relational congregation, instead of being just an "informational" station. Information is important...but God is a relational God. As His people, we want to be relational people, reflecting the image of His Son.
We have a brand new Christian Life Center (aka CLC), and we are wanting to use this multi-purpose facility to reach people all over this great city.
I'm asking my regular readers to take time out and pray for The Moody Church here in Chicago. We aren't anywhere near a "perfect church", but we deeply and passionately want to do the Lord's bidding.
Our Senior Pastor, Dr Erwin Lutzer, will sincerely and humbly be grateful for your intercession on our behalf.
Thanks.
Back to the blog...MAN Secrets--tips for men!
It's been a crazy week here in my office...
And in my life.
But I'm still blogging--and I still read LOTS of them every day.
Some "friends" of mine have compiled a list of "Man Secrets: Trips and Tricks for men".
I would like to share some of them here:
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1. Stay current with your fashion sense. You don't have to track the latest fads, but you should be socially aware of what decade we are now living in.
2. Comb overs don't work. You are only fooling yourself. Everyone else knows you are bald on top. So, let it go. Bald is beautiful. [My comment: AMEN!]
3. Cologne is an accessory, not a main event.
4. On time is five minutes late...Five minutes early is on time.
5. Load the dishwasher..it's not that hard.
6. Don't wear clothes that make noise when you walk. If do, know you are at high risk to spontaneously combust.
7. Go to Cracker Barrel--they are cheap eats, and great coffee.
8. If she calls you "honey" she may not be flirting with you. You just might be so old looking that everyone knows you are now "harmless."
9. Crock Pots are a great thing...learn to use one.
10. Learn to iron your own shirts and slacks...it will save you money, and you can impress the woman (women) in your life.
11. Yes, you can still hold the door open for other people, regardless of what they say. Just shows that your manners are better than theirs.
12. Own at least three different shades of long-sleeved, blue shirts--oxford button downs preferably. Blue shirts will go with just about everything.
13. Do some secret shopping on your own...just so you will know what the current "trends" are...you don't have to buy anything--but be better informed than you currently are.
14. Become friends with someone at the local flower shop...they may be able to "save your hide" on those days when you really need someone with that "ability."
15. If you have a choice between a good night's sleep and something else...CHOOSE THE SLEEP.
16. Clip your nose and ear hair. Look like a man, not a wildabeast.
17. If a splash of cologne makes you smell good, baptism in it doesn't make you smell great!
18. Stop and ask for directions before you need them. It will make you appear far smarter than everyone thinks that you are!
19. Remember that you seldom play better than you practice.
20. Be the person that everyone wants to sit next to.
And in my life.
But I'm still blogging--and I still read LOTS of them every day.
Some "friends" of mine have compiled a list of "Man Secrets: Trips and Tricks for men".
I would like to share some of them here:
____________________________________
1. Stay current with your fashion sense. You don't have to track the latest fads, but you should be socially aware of what decade we are now living in.
2. Comb overs don't work. You are only fooling yourself. Everyone else knows you are bald on top. So, let it go. Bald is beautiful. [My comment: AMEN!]
3. Cologne is an accessory, not a main event.
4. On time is five minutes late...Five minutes early is on time.
5. Load the dishwasher..it's not that hard.
6. Don't wear clothes that make noise when you walk. If do, know you are at high risk to spontaneously combust.
7. Go to Cracker Barrel--they are cheap eats, and great coffee.
8. If she calls you "honey" she may not be flirting with you. You just might be so old looking that everyone knows you are now "harmless."
9. Crock Pots are a great thing...learn to use one.
10. Learn to iron your own shirts and slacks...it will save you money, and you can impress the woman (women) in your life.
11. Yes, you can still hold the door open for other people, regardless of what they say. Just shows that your manners are better than theirs.
12. Own at least three different shades of long-sleeved, blue shirts--oxford button downs preferably. Blue shirts will go with just about everything.
13. Do some secret shopping on your own...just so you will know what the current "trends" are...you don't have to buy anything--but be better informed than you currently are.
14. Become friends with someone at the local flower shop...they may be able to "save your hide" on those days when you really need someone with that "ability."
15. If you have a choice between a good night's sleep and something else...CHOOSE THE SLEEP.
16. Clip your nose and ear hair. Look like a man, not a wildabeast.
17. If a splash of cologne makes you smell good, baptism in it doesn't make you smell great!
18. Stop and ask for directions before you need them. It will make you appear far smarter than everyone thinks that you are!
19. Remember that you seldom play better than you practice.
20. Be the person that everyone wants to sit next to.
"Pastor To Power"
The major network ABC has done it again!
The Primetime special "Pastor to Power" highlighting the ministry and relationship of Dr Billy Graham to eleven Presidents of the United States was terrific!
It just wasn't long enough.
That documentary could have been three hours, and would have still left me wanting more!
Dr Graham has been a "pastor" to many Presidents when they have most needed to feel the presence of the Lord, and to hear His Word.
If you didn't get a chance to see this wonderful special, please look up the information on the internet. It was terrific.
The Primetime special "Pastor to Power" highlighting the ministry and relationship of Dr Billy Graham to eleven Presidents of the United States was terrific!
It just wasn't long enough.
That documentary could have been three hours, and would have still left me wanting more!
Dr Graham has been a "pastor" to many Presidents when they have most needed to feel the presence of the Lord, and to hear His Word.
If you didn't get a chance to see this wonderful special, please look up the information on the internet. It was terrific.
Another Cancer Survivor...Robin Roberts...
Good Morning America's co-host Robin Roberts told the nation this morning that she has been diagnosed with breast cancer.
As disheartening and discouraging as this must be for her, and all those who know her so well, the rest of us--her "GMA" fans and family--are deeply touched and concerned about her.
I've remember when Robin was on ESPN's SportsCenter...and then when she first arrived at GMA, doing the news.
And then a couple of years ago when she became one of the three co-anchors of my favorite morning program.
She made a bold confession this morning: "God is good all the time." And I must say a hearty "Amen."
I encourage everyone to pray for her as she has surgery this Friday, and for the recovery period which could last a while.
I also want to encourage everyone--particularly the ladies who read my blog--to have regular exams, and to pay attention to any of the "lumps" you may find. I'm encouraging "everyone" because on rare occasions men have been found to have breast cancer too.
Robin, we love you. We are praying for you...and God will see you through.
As disheartening and discouraging as this must be for her, and all those who know her so well, the rest of us--her "GMA" fans and family--are deeply touched and concerned about her.
I've remember when Robin was on ESPN's SportsCenter...and then when she first arrived at GMA, doing the news.
And then a couple of years ago when she became one of the three co-anchors of my favorite morning program.
She made a bold confession this morning: "God is good all the time." And I must say a hearty "Amen."
I encourage everyone to pray for her as she has surgery this Friday, and for the recovery period which could last a while.
I also want to encourage everyone--particularly the ladies who read my blog--to have regular exams, and to pay attention to any of the "lumps" you may find. I'm encouraging "everyone" because on rare occasions men have been found to have breast cancer too.
Robin, we love you. We are praying for you...and God will see you through.
Heaven....is it real?
I have no doubt in my mind, that the wonderful place I've heard of all my life--HEAVEN--is real.
I have waaaay too many friends and family members in that glorious city to even entertain the shadow of a doubt about the City Whose Builder and Maker is God.
But the way we live on this earth....I'm wondering if we Christ-followers have lost all interest in a place called Heaven.
We never sing about Heaven anymore...or at least hardly ever. I can remember when those precious saints of God sang those grand old songs about Heaven...When the sisters would raise their hands in the air, and wipe tears from their eyes..singing about heaven.
I remember, as a child, when we sang about God's eternal city--Heaven---because we knew it would have to be FAR, FAR superior to what little we had (and still have, in many cases) on this earth. The people of God would rejoice, because of the unspeakably marvelous hope they had for the "afterlife."
I actually encountered someone not long ago, and we were talking about "heaven." This person made the remark to the effect of "I'm wondering if Heaven will be much better than what I have here already."
WHAT? It has to be AEONS better than the paltry substance we have on this earth.
So what about Heaven? How real is "heaven" to you?
I have many loved ones there....I call them "my investments" in that glorious, glorious place, where the Lamb of God--God's Only Begotten Son--is the everlasting light....
I want to go there!
I have waaaay too many friends and family members in that glorious city to even entertain the shadow of a doubt about the City Whose Builder and Maker is God.
But the way we live on this earth....I'm wondering if we Christ-followers have lost all interest in a place called Heaven.
We never sing about Heaven anymore...or at least hardly ever. I can remember when those precious saints of God sang those grand old songs about Heaven...When the sisters would raise their hands in the air, and wipe tears from their eyes..singing about heaven.
I remember, as a child, when we sang about God's eternal city--Heaven---because we knew it would have to be FAR, FAR superior to what little we had (and still have, in many cases) on this earth. The people of God would rejoice, because of the unspeakably marvelous hope they had for the "afterlife."
I actually encountered someone not long ago, and we were talking about "heaven." This person made the remark to the effect of "I'm wondering if Heaven will be much better than what I have here already."
WHAT? It has to be AEONS better than the paltry substance we have on this earth.
So what about Heaven? How real is "heaven" to you?
I have many loved ones there....I call them "my investments" in that glorious, glorious place, where the Lamb of God--God's Only Begotten Son--is the everlasting light....
I want to go there!
Hillary is right! It DOES take a village....
Several years ago--somewhere in the mid90s--then First Lady Hillary Clinton wrote a very thought-provoking book, It Takes A Village.
While I am not an advocate of the federal, state or local governments controlling everything in life, the more I think about the phrase, "It takes a village", the more I believe it to be true.
Here's my reasoning:
1) I work in a career college here in Chicago. We serve, for the most part, minorities (mostly black and hispanic), about 65% of them being single parents. Every one of these people seem to want something better for their children than they themselves had. I can sympathize.
2) The day of "mom staying at home, raising the children while dad is the main 'breadwinner'" is for all intents and purposes over. That rarely happens anymore. I'm not taking sides as to whether it is right or wrong...I'm just saying it rarely happens anymore.
3) Children should never have to shoulder the burden of "raising themselves." But sadly, far too many children do shoulder that incredible burden. I encounter these "children" (anyone under the age of 18 is considered a child as far as I am concerned) regularly. And I always wonder what their life would be like if there were some caring adults around them all the time--to guide them, to offer their opinions and suggestions, and to teach them how civilized society should function.
4) There was a time when the child belonged to the neighborhood. I know this is true, because I grew up in one of those neighborhoods/communities. Every adult in area knew who I was, and where I lived. There was the sense of "well-being" and caring that was a a very natural part of growing up. I didn't have very much--actually we were very poor--but I developed good manners, received a great education (in the public schools, no less), and knew right from wrong. I learned not to be a victim...I learned that "life" has consequences. For some reason, it appears that far too many "children" no longer learn those lessons.
"Keeping up with the Joneses" is no longer our goal. "Keeping up with the Jetsons" is.
And we are reaping the results...
And they aren't pretty.
Maybe, just maybe, we can learn to be the village again. Our children, and our future depends on it.
While I am not an advocate of the federal, state or local governments controlling everything in life, the more I think about the phrase, "It takes a village", the more I believe it to be true.
Here's my reasoning:
1) I work in a career college here in Chicago. We serve, for the most part, minorities (mostly black and hispanic), about 65% of them being single parents. Every one of these people seem to want something better for their children than they themselves had. I can sympathize.
2) The day of "mom staying at home, raising the children while dad is the main 'breadwinner'" is for all intents and purposes over. That rarely happens anymore. I'm not taking sides as to whether it is right or wrong...I'm just saying it rarely happens anymore.
3) Children should never have to shoulder the burden of "raising themselves." But sadly, far too many children do shoulder that incredible burden. I encounter these "children" (anyone under the age of 18 is considered a child as far as I am concerned) regularly. And I always wonder what their life would be like if there were some caring adults around them all the time--to guide them, to offer their opinions and suggestions, and to teach them how civilized society should function.
4) There was a time when the child belonged to the neighborhood. I know this is true, because I grew up in one of those neighborhoods/communities. Every adult in area knew who I was, and where I lived. There was the sense of "well-being" and caring that was a a very natural part of growing up. I didn't have very much--actually we were very poor--but I developed good manners, received a great education (in the public schools, no less), and knew right from wrong. I learned not to be a victim...I learned that "life" has consequences. For some reason, it appears that far too many "children" no longer learn those lessons.
"Keeping up with the Joneses" is no longer our goal. "Keeping up with the Jetsons" is.
And we are reaping the results...
And they aren't pretty.
Maybe, just maybe, we can learn to be the village again. Our children, and our future depends on it.
Heroes...
I posted these words on March 6, 2006....a Bluegrass/Southern Gospel group called "The Isaacs" wrote and sing this wonderful, powerful message in song:
Momma combs his hair
and Daddy helps him brush his teeth
Day after day for thirty years the same routine
The special needs he lives
with make life seem so unfair
But he thanks God every day
Because he knows Mom and Dad are there..
He's a hero and she's a hero
It doesn't matter that nobody knows their name
They keep on giving to make life worth living
Might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same
They tried for many years to have a baby of their own
But God knew a little girl who didn't have a home
Someone else's burden was their blessing in disguise
And now she's got a Mom and Daddy
there to hold her when she cries
Every single parent who must carry twice the load
And those who sacrifice to raise a child that's not their own
They dedicate their time to make a difference in someone else's life
And in my eyes...
He's a hero, and she's a hero..
Does'nt matter if anyone knows their names....
They might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same.
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Our world and our culture is starving for "heroes." All of the ones that we thought we had have become anything BUT heroes. But, as the song says, "They keep on giving to make life worth living...might go unnoticed, but they're heroes just the same."
Who are the "heroes" in your life? Tell me about them. I really do want to know.
Momma combs his hair
and Daddy helps him brush his teeth
Day after day for thirty years the same routine
The special needs he lives
with make life seem so unfair
But he thanks God every day
Because he knows Mom and Dad are there..
He's a hero and she's a hero
It doesn't matter that nobody knows their name
They keep on giving to make life worth living
Might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same
They tried for many years to have a baby of their own
But God knew a little girl who didn't have a home
Someone else's burden was their blessing in disguise
And now she's got a Mom and Daddy
there to hold her when she cries
Every single parent who must carry twice the load
And those who sacrifice to raise a child that's not their own
They dedicate their time to make a difference in someone else's life
And in my eyes...
He's a hero, and she's a hero..
Does'nt matter if anyone knows their names....
They might go unnoticed but they're heroes just the same.
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Our world and our culture is starving for "heroes." All of the ones that we thought we had have become anything BUT heroes. But, as the song says, "They keep on giving to make life worth living...might go unnoticed, but they're heroes just the same."
Who are the "heroes" in your life? Tell me about them. I really do want to know.
Let me recommend two great books.
When I Lay My Isaac Down and A New Kind of Normal both written by author/speaker Carol Kent. Her websites are:
http://www.carolkent.org/ and http://www.speakupforhope.org
Carol has an amazing story of God's faithfulness in the life of her family. She and her husband Gene have one child, Jason Paul Kent. A wonderful, brilliant boy, he was a joy to raise. He got an appointment to the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. He graduated with honors. He met the love of his life--at church---and they were soon married.
And then he committed murder. He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole...and this changed "everything" in the life of the Kent family.
I first heard Carol's story on LIFE Today with James Robison a year or more ago. It brought tears to my eyes. And I have wanted to read "Isaac" for a long time. Last weekend, as I was volunteering at the Chicago Women of Faith conference, I bought both books (they were on sale, okay?), and have finished reading both of them.
Carol tells an amazing story of heartache, heartbreak, and how the "Healer" and "Friend of the Wounded heart" has come near to her son, her husband, and her own self.
These books are well worth the read. Sometimes, I wonder if Carol and Gene had ever suffered any "set backs" before that fateful day in 1999. But one thing is for sure: that call after midnight in 1999 completely changed their earthly lives. And even more sure: God would see her through all the pain, heartache, and devastation.
He always does.
Let me encourage those of you who read my blog: Please get these two books. Read them, pass them own, and then drop Carol Kent a note, and relate what her written ministry has meant to you.
http://www.carolkent.org/ and http://www.speakupforhope.org
Carol has an amazing story of God's faithfulness in the life of her family. She and her husband Gene have one child, Jason Paul Kent. A wonderful, brilliant boy, he was a joy to raise. He got an appointment to the United States Naval Academy in Annapolis, Maryland. He graduated with honors. He met the love of his life--at church---and they were soon married.
And then he committed murder. He was sentenced to life in prison without the possibility of parole...and this changed "everything" in the life of the Kent family.
I first heard Carol's story on LIFE Today with James Robison a year or more ago. It brought tears to my eyes. And I have wanted to read "Isaac" for a long time. Last weekend, as I was volunteering at the Chicago Women of Faith conference, I bought both books (they were on sale, okay?), and have finished reading both of them.
Carol tells an amazing story of heartache, heartbreak, and how the "Healer" and "Friend of the Wounded heart" has come near to her son, her husband, and her own self.
These books are well worth the read. Sometimes, I wonder if Carol and Gene had ever suffered any "set backs" before that fateful day in 1999. But one thing is for sure: that call after midnight in 1999 completely changed their earthly lives. And even more sure: God would see her through all the pain, heartache, and devastation.
He always does.
Let me encourage those of you who read my blog: Please get these two books. Read them, pass them own, and then drop Carol Kent a note, and relate what her written ministry has meant to you.
Sawdust Salad...a new recipe!
SAWDUST SALAD
1 sm lemon Jello
1 sm orange Jello
2 cups boiling water
1 1/2 cups cold water
3 bananas
1 can crushed pineapple
1 pkg tiny marshmallows
3/4 cup sugar
3 tbsp flour
1 cup pineapple juice
1 egg
3 oz cream cheese
1 lg Cool Whip
1 pkg grated cheese
Pour boiling water over Jello and dissolve. Add cold water, bananas and crushed pineapple (drain and save juice). Place in a 9x13 dish. Chill, then top with tiny marshmallows.
Mix sugar, flour, pineapple juice and egg (well beaten) in a saucepan and cook until thickened. Cool, then pour over marshmallows.
Mix cream cheese (softened) and Cool Whip well and spread over marshmallows. Top with grated cheese. Refrigerate.
Thanks to my friend Ann Downing for sharing this recipe. Visit here site at www.anndowning.com
1 sm lemon Jello
1 sm orange Jello
2 cups boiling water
1 1/2 cups cold water
3 bananas
1 can crushed pineapple
1 pkg tiny marshmallows
3/4 cup sugar
3 tbsp flour
1 cup pineapple juice
1 egg
3 oz cream cheese
1 lg Cool Whip
1 pkg grated cheese
Pour boiling water over Jello and dissolve. Add cold water, bananas and crushed pineapple (drain and save juice). Place in a 9x13 dish. Chill, then top with tiny marshmallows.
Mix sugar, flour, pineapple juice and egg (well beaten) in a saucepan and cook until thickened. Cool, then pour over marshmallows.
Mix cream cheese (softened) and Cool Whip well and spread over marshmallows. Top with grated cheese. Refrigerate.
Thanks to my friend Ann Downing for sharing this recipe. Visit here site at www.anndowning.com
This is PRICELESS...
Sometimes you just have to laugh....I found this one on a message board, and just about fell off my office chair, howling with laughter!
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There were two men shipwrecked on this island. The minute they got on to the island one of them started screaming and yelling, "We're going to die! We're going to die! There's no food! No water! We're going to Die!"
The second man was propped up against a palm tree and acting so calmly it drove the first man crazy. "Don't you understand? We're going to die!"
The second man replied, "You don't understand, I make $100,000.00 a week."
The first man looked at him quite dumbfounded and asked, "What difference does that make? We're on an island with no food and no water! We're going to DIE!!!"
The second man answered, "You just don't get it. I make $100,000.00 a week and I tithe ten percent on that $100,000.00 a week.
My pastor will find me!
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There were two men shipwrecked on this island. The minute they got on to the island one of them started screaming and yelling, "We're going to die! We're going to die! There's no food! No water! We're going to Die!"
The second man was propped up against a palm tree and acting so calmly it drove the first man crazy. "Don't you understand? We're going to die!"
The second man replied, "You don't understand, I make $100,000.00 a week."
The first man looked at him quite dumbfounded and asked, "What difference does that make? We're on an island with no food and no water! We're going to DIE!!!"
The second man answered, "You just don't get it. I make $100,000.00 a week and I tithe ten percent on that $100,000.00 a week.
My pastor will find me!
What about me?
I've been a follower of Christ for almost forty years now. I've seen just about everything, every program, and every activity that a local church can have....TWICE!
In my mid-forties now, I'm seeing all of the "emergents" and "missionals" and other folks that are springing up in the local congregations, and sometimes I want to ask "What about me?"
I don't fit into the "twenty" or "thirty"somethings anymore---because I'm not...
I don't fit into the typical "singles ministry"---because our local congregation doesn't have one...and really doesn't need one--in my humble opinion.
I'm very well educated, and just want to do my part in helping to advance the "kingdom of God..."
I'm not an evangelist, even though I believe in evangelism.
So what about me?
Where do I fit in?
In my mid-forties now, I'm seeing all of the "emergents" and "missionals" and other folks that are springing up in the local congregations, and sometimes I want to ask "What about me?"
I don't fit into the "twenty" or "thirty"somethings anymore---because I'm not...
I don't fit into the typical "singles ministry"---because our local congregation doesn't have one...and really doesn't need one--in my humble opinion.
I'm very well educated, and just want to do my part in helping to advance the "kingdom of God..."
I'm not an evangelist, even though I believe in evangelism.
So what about me?
Where do I fit in?
Some good advice...
Everything that I will post today is not particularly profound....until you think about it...and then it becomes incredibly profound:
1) When you think you've settled an argument with someone, ask one more question: "Is there something else I need to know?"
2) Remember that sitting in a comfortable chair with a good book is still one of life's least expensive and most enjoyable experiences.
3) When dining in someone's home, be the first to tell your host or hostess, "This is delicious."
4) Resign from the impossible job of trying to keep everyone happy.
5) When someone wants to do something nice for you...let them.
6) Smile when you answer the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
7) We all need second chances. Give somebody one.
8) Don't injure a relationship by always having the "last word."
9) Look people "in the eye" when paying a compliment or asking for a favor.
10) Never hesitate to ask for directions, a recipe, or a hug.
1) When you think you've settled an argument with someone, ask one more question: "Is there something else I need to know?"
2) Remember that sitting in a comfortable chair with a good book is still one of life's least expensive and most enjoyable experiences.
3) When dining in someone's home, be the first to tell your host or hostess, "This is delicious."
4) Resign from the impossible job of trying to keep everyone happy.
5) When someone wants to do something nice for you...let them.
6) Smile when you answer the phone. The caller will hear it in your voice.
7) We all need second chances. Give somebody one.
8) Don't injure a relationship by always having the "last word."
9) Look people "in the eye" when paying a compliment or asking for a favor.
10) Never hesitate to ask for directions, a recipe, or a hug.
Jesus in the "No Spin" zone....
http://www.moodychurch.org/ministries/sundayconnection/index.html
For the next several weeks, the Sunday Evening gathering at The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) will be featuring the theme of "Jesus in the 'No Spin' Zone"--discussing the parables of Christ as recorded in the New Testament.
Pastor Steve Mason, who directs Discipleship and Equipping Ministries, is preaching and teaching this series in our new Christian Life Center (CLC). You can also listen to these wonderful messages online by following the link above.
If you are in the Chicago area at all this summer, by all means please come pay us a visit. We would love to have you, and you will encounter a warm, relational, Christ-worshipping congregation.
For the next several weeks, the Sunday Evening gathering at The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) will be featuring the theme of "Jesus in the 'No Spin' Zone"--discussing the parables of Christ as recorded in the New Testament.
Pastor Steve Mason, who directs Discipleship and Equipping Ministries, is preaching and teaching this series in our new Christian Life Center (CLC). You can also listen to these wonderful messages online by following the link above.
If you are in the Chicago area at all this summer, by all means please come pay us a visit. We would love to have you, and you will encounter a warm, relational, Christ-worshipping congregation.
Eleven Things You Did not learn in school...
A friend sent me this:
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These eleven items are ascribed to Microsoft's Bill Gates. Whether he actually articulated them or not, I have no way of knowing. However these things are VERY, VERY TRUE:
1. Life is not fair: Get used to it.
2. The world won't care about your self-esteem. (The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.).
3. You will NOT make $60,000 a year out of high school (You won't be a Vice-President with a car phone until you've earned both...)
4. If you think your teacher is tough, wait until you get a boss.
5. Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. (Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: opportunity)
6. If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes. Learn from them.
7. Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. (They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes, an d listening to you talk about how cool you think you are. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parents' generation, try delousing the closet in your room)
8. Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. (In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to anything in real life.)
9. Life is not divided into semesters. (You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that on your own time).
10. Television is not real life. (In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.)
11. Be nice to nerds. (Chances are, you'll end up working for one.)
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These eleven items are ascribed to Microsoft's Bill Gates. Whether he actually articulated them or not, I have no way of knowing. However these things are VERY, VERY TRUE:
1. Life is not fair: Get used to it.
2. The world won't care about your self-esteem. (The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.).
3. You will NOT make $60,000 a year out of high school (You won't be a Vice-President with a car phone until you've earned both...)
4. If you think your teacher is tough, wait until you get a boss.
5. Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. (Your grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: opportunity)
6. If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault, so don't whine about your mistakes. Learn from them.
7. Before you were born, your parents weren't as boring as they are now. (They got that way from paying your bills, cleaning your clothes, an d listening to you talk about how cool you think you are. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parents' generation, try delousing the closet in your room)
8. Your school may have done away with winners and losers, but life HAS NOT. (In some schools, they have abolished failing grades and they'll give you as many times as you want to get the right answer. This doesn't bear the slightest resemblance to anything in real life.)
9. Life is not divided into semesters. (You don't get summers off and very few employers are interested in helping you find yourself. Do that on your own time).
10. Television is not real life. (In real life, people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.)
11. Be nice to nerds. (Chances are, you'll end up working for one.)
Happy Birthday, Brian White!
My good friend Brian White is celebrating his 32nd birthday today!
Happy Birthday, Brian
He is an amazing man...or at least I think so. He and I have been friends now for more than six years. I met him when he first came to Chicago in the winter/spring of 2001. He moved here to do a masters degree at the Moody Bible Institute.
Afterwards, he accepted a position as Associate Pastor in a local church in the Detroit area for two years. Honestly, I think he and I talked more when he was living in Michigan than we do now...and we are in the same city.
He's a kind, warm, generous man with a large heart. He has a very disarming smile, and a great sense of humor. He is also marrying a wonderful, wonderufl girl...Miss Inna.
So, true to form, I want to wish him a big Happy Birthday here!
Happy Birthday, Brian
He is an amazing man...or at least I think so. He and I have been friends now for more than six years. I met him when he first came to Chicago in the winter/spring of 2001. He moved here to do a masters degree at the Moody Bible Institute.
Afterwards, he accepted a position as Associate Pastor in a local church in the Detroit area for two years. Honestly, I think he and I talked more when he was living in Michigan than we do now...and we are in the same city.
He's a kind, warm, generous man with a large heart. He has a very disarming smile, and a great sense of humor. He is also marrying a wonderful, wonderufl girl...Miss Inna.
So, true to form, I want to wish him a big Happy Birthday here!
For someone who will read this post, I feel impressed of the Holy Spirit to share these words with you. Singer/Songwriter Gerald Crabb penned a wonderful song entitled "The Healer..." Here are the words:
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The Healer
She pressed through the crowd so weak and so frail,
so often she reached out but her efforts failed.
With faith so persistent,
determined she must touch Jesus.
Her friends said "just give up for after twelve years,
of heart aches and failures, disappointments, and fears.
Accept your condition, with the multitude He will not see us."
Her heart beat so fast as HE came into sight,
her emotions were filled with both joy and with fright.
She let HIM pass by-- but not out of reach,
as she touched HIS garments HE turned to speak.
(Chorus) Someone's been healed today.
A miracle passed your way.
Reach out touch HIS clothes,
you now are made whole, step forward and claim.
Your faith has pulled you through,
your healing will come to you.
You can receive today, right now in Jesus name.
Though Satan says give up, you're close to a miracle
Jesus is passing your way.
Gods still in business and does the impossible sending down blessings each day!
(Chorus) You can be healed today,
you let a miracle pass your way
Reach out touch HIS clothes,
you now are made whole, step forward and claim.
Your faith has pulled you through,
your healing will come to you.
You can receive today right now in Jesus name.
The HEALER is passing your way!
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This wonderful Healing Jesus is indeed passing your way! Dear friend(s), He is still the same healing God that He was in the times of the Old and New Testaments....He wants to bring healing in your life.
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The Healer
She pressed through the crowd so weak and so frail,
so often she reached out but her efforts failed.
With faith so persistent,
determined she must touch Jesus.
Her friends said "just give up for after twelve years,
of heart aches and failures, disappointments, and fears.
Accept your condition, with the multitude He will not see us."
Her heart beat so fast as HE came into sight,
her emotions were filled with both joy and with fright.
She let HIM pass by-- but not out of reach,
as she touched HIS garments HE turned to speak.
(Chorus) Someone's been healed today.
A miracle passed your way.
Reach out touch HIS clothes,
you now are made whole, step forward and claim.
Your faith has pulled you through,
your healing will come to you.
You can receive today, right now in Jesus name.
Though Satan says give up, you're close to a miracle
Jesus is passing your way.
Gods still in business and does the impossible sending down blessings each day!
(Chorus) You can be healed today,
you let a miracle pass your way
Reach out touch HIS clothes,
you now are made whole, step forward and claim.
Your faith has pulled you through,
your healing will come to you.
You can receive today right now in Jesus name.
The HEALER is passing your way!
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This wonderful Healing Jesus is indeed passing your way! Dear friend(s), He is still the same healing God that He was in the times of the Old and New Testaments....He wants to bring healing in your life.
Repairs....
For some reason I never really "got into" watching all the home repair shows like "This Old House" or "Bob Vila's" whatever-its-called. Until I bought a home two years ago.
Now, I seem to be captivated by these short 27-minute episodes, even though I am not needing to make home repairs anytime soon. (I am the first owner of a brand new rehabbed condo.)
But, homes aren't the only things that need repairing.
More importantly, and even more difficult sometimes, are the repairing of relationships that have been injured or broken. And sometimes, this can take years.
I am thinking of one right now that was just about destroyed by some long, wagging tongues. I did everything in my power to "preserve" this relationship, and it still hit the skids. It was heartbreaking for me....and I felt the pain very keenly.
My brother in Christ--my friend, lives in another state...and I've not heard from him in almost 4 years now. It was a very ugly situation. But now I want to see if I can do my part in repairing it.
I'm not sure where to start. But this much I do know: God wants me to do my part.
How about you? Are there relationships in your life that has been destroyed/broken/torn apart, and there's a chance they can be salvaged or restored?
What would God have you do?
What's holding you back? Why?
Please pray for me, as I follow what I believe to be God's directions in "this" situation.
Now, I seem to be captivated by these short 27-minute episodes, even though I am not needing to make home repairs anytime soon. (I am the first owner of a brand new rehabbed condo.)
But, homes aren't the only things that need repairing.
More importantly, and even more difficult sometimes, are the repairing of relationships that have been injured or broken. And sometimes, this can take years.
I am thinking of one right now that was just about destroyed by some long, wagging tongues. I did everything in my power to "preserve" this relationship, and it still hit the skids. It was heartbreaking for me....and I felt the pain very keenly.
My brother in Christ--my friend, lives in another state...and I've not heard from him in almost 4 years now. It was a very ugly situation. But now I want to see if I can do my part in repairing it.
I'm not sure where to start. But this much I do know: God wants me to do my part.
How about you? Are there relationships in your life that has been destroyed/broken/torn apart, and there's a chance they can be salvaged or restored?
What would God have you do?
What's holding you back? Why?
Please pray for me, as I follow what I believe to be God's directions in "this" situation.
My banana pudding recipe....
If you don't know by now, I'm a native Southerner...and very proud of the heritage, even though by choice I have decided to no longer live in the deep South.
My Grandmother Hoover was a wonderful cook. And with as many people as we had in the Hoover clan, that was essential.
She made the most wonderful banana pudding. I couldn't remember exactly how she did it, but my "other mother" Mrs Jane Pearson--who is my "mom" in almost every sense of the word--gave me a fabulous recipe several years ago, and I've tweaked it a bit. Here it is:
You will need:
1 box of vanilla wafers (or you can use lemon cookies also)
several ripe bananas, sliced pinwheel-style
*In a medium Pyrex bowl (or casserole dish), layers these, beginning with the wafers/cookies. The top layer should be bananas.
3 cups of milk (use whole or 2%, not "fat free"--yuck!)
3 egg yolks (save the whites for the meringue)
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon vanilla flavoring
1 tablespoon flour (plain or self-rising is fine)
1 teaspoon lemon juice
Mix all of these items together in a large stewer or saucepan. Over high heat, stir these constantly until the mixture boils. Do not stop stirring this mixture, because it will scorch.
Once the mixture has come to a good boil, stir for one more minute, then pour it over the wafer/banana layers.
In a separate mixing bowl, combine the egg whites, 2 tablespoons honey, and 1 tablespoon lemon juice (lime juice will work just fine). With an electric mixer, beat these until stiff white peaks are formed.
Once the white peaks are formed, spread over the casserole dish, sealing the edges.
Under direct heat, place the dish, and allow the meringue to brown for two minutes, watching it carefully, so as not to burn. When desired brownness has been reached, remove from oven, and allow it to stand at room temperature for ten minutes.
Enjoy!
My Grandmother Hoover was a wonderful cook. And with as many people as we had in the Hoover clan, that was essential.
She made the most wonderful banana pudding. I couldn't remember exactly how she did it, but my "other mother" Mrs Jane Pearson--who is my "mom" in almost every sense of the word--gave me a fabulous recipe several years ago, and I've tweaked it a bit. Here it is:
You will need:
1 box of vanilla wafers (or you can use lemon cookies also)
several ripe bananas, sliced pinwheel-style
*In a medium Pyrex bowl (or casserole dish), layers these, beginning with the wafers/cookies. The top layer should be bananas.
3 cups of milk (use whole or 2%, not "fat free"--yuck!)
3 egg yolks (save the whites for the meringue)
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon vanilla flavoring
1 tablespoon flour (plain or self-rising is fine)
1 teaspoon lemon juice
Mix all of these items together in a large stewer or saucepan. Over high heat, stir these constantly until the mixture boils. Do not stop stirring this mixture, because it will scorch.
Once the mixture has come to a good boil, stir for one more minute, then pour it over the wafer/banana layers.
In a separate mixing bowl, combine the egg whites, 2 tablespoons honey, and 1 tablespoon lemon juice (lime juice will work just fine). With an electric mixer, beat these until stiff white peaks are formed.
Once the white peaks are formed, spread over the casserole dish, sealing the edges.
Under direct heat, place the dish, and allow the meringue to brown for two minutes, watching it carefully, so as not to burn. When desired brownness has been reached, remove from oven, and allow it to stand at room temperature for ten minutes.
Enjoy!
Independence Day....Some Thoughts.
I am very thankful for the Freedoms we enjoy in these United States. I am all for the celebrations (within reason--which has a very fluid definition in itself) by the people who inhabit this great land and call it "home."
But more than the "freedoms" I cherish as an American, I am so grateful for the freedoms that I have in Jesus Christ, God's only Son.
Bill and Gloria Gaither (mostly Gloria, LOL) wrote a wonderful song many years ago, that has become my "anthem." This song says it all:
Deep within the heart has always known that there was freedom
Somehow breathed into the very soul of life.
The prisoner, the powerless, the saved have always known it
There`s something that keeps reaching for the sky.
Even life begins because a baby fights for freedom
And songs we love to sing have freedom`s theme.
Some have walked through fire and flood to find a place of freedom
And some faced hell itself for freedom`s dream.
Let freedom ring wherever minds know what it means to be in chains
Let freedom ring wherever hearts know pain.
Let freedom echo through the lonely streets where prisons have no key
We can be free and we can sing --- let freedom ring!
God built freedom into every fiber of creation
And He meant for us to all be free and whole.
When my Lord bought freedom with the blood of His redemption
His cross stamped pardon on my very soul!
I`ll sing it out with every breath, I`ll let the whole world hear it
This hallelujah anthem of the free!
That iron bars and heavy chains can never hold us captive
The Son has made us free and free indeed!
Let freedom ring down through the ages from a hill called Calvary
Let freedom ring wherever hearts know pain.
Let freedom echo through the lonely streets where prisons have no key,
You can be free and you can sing-- let freedom ring!
All I can say is "Amen."
But more than the "freedoms" I cherish as an American, I am so grateful for the freedoms that I have in Jesus Christ, God's only Son.
Bill and Gloria Gaither (mostly Gloria, LOL) wrote a wonderful song many years ago, that has become my "anthem." This song says it all:
Deep within the heart has always known that there was freedom
Somehow breathed into the very soul of life.
The prisoner, the powerless, the saved have always known it
There`s something that keeps reaching for the sky.
Even life begins because a baby fights for freedom
And songs we love to sing have freedom`s theme.
Some have walked through fire and flood to find a place of freedom
And some faced hell itself for freedom`s dream.
Let freedom ring wherever minds know what it means to be in chains
Let freedom ring wherever hearts know pain.
Let freedom echo through the lonely streets where prisons have no key
We can be free and we can sing --- let freedom ring!
God built freedom into every fiber of creation
And He meant for us to all be free and whole.
When my Lord bought freedom with the blood of His redemption
His cross stamped pardon on my very soul!
I`ll sing it out with every breath, I`ll let the whole world hear it
This hallelujah anthem of the free!
That iron bars and heavy chains can never hold us captive
The Son has made us free and free indeed!
Let freedom ring down through the ages from a hill called Calvary
Let freedom ring wherever hearts know pain.
Let freedom echo through the lonely streets where prisons have no key,
You can be free and you can sing-- let freedom ring!
All I can say is "Amen."
What deeply troubles me
about the current "immigration" debate(s) in this country:
1) We have become a nation of "every man[and woman] does what is right in their own eyes." And this is particularly true of those who come to the United States, undocumented, and decide to stay here.
2) We are teaching an entire segment of society [and subsequent generations] that the laws of the United States of America can be ingnored and trifled with, and nothing of any consequence will happen. If anyone can come to the United States, ignoring our immigration laws, and successfully "hide out" here...or worse yet, flaunt their status, then how can we expect "society" to believe that our "laws" actually should be obeyed?
3) Our educational, legal, healthcare, and welfare systems are being bankrupted by the "overloads" on them. Taxpaying "citizens" and legal residents of this nation deserve far better than these systems can currently deliver. In our desires to be "humane" we are becoming less so, because the current structures cannot effectively serve those who most need their services.
4) Most of the people I've encountered who come here undocumented (and have remained here) have little, if any, loyalty to the United States of America. They will be the first ones to "march" on the streets, wave their flags (of another land), and cry out about how "unfair" America is to them. If America is so "unfair"--then what on earth are you doing here, consuming our resources, polluting our streets, and taking up space? You are neither needed nor wanted in this land, if we are so "awful."
5) The "amnesty option" of 1986 didn't work then, even though President Reagan's intentions were noble and good. The laws of 1986 only spurred more Mexicans (and others) to come here illegally, and we are now reaping the whirlwind of such actions. Our generosity and kindness have been abused, and will continue being abused until we stop those who are abusing.
What say ye?
1) We have become a nation of "every man[and woman] does what is right in their own eyes." And this is particularly true of those who come to the United States, undocumented, and decide to stay here.
2) We are teaching an entire segment of society [and subsequent generations] that the laws of the United States of America can be ingnored and trifled with, and nothing of any consequence will happen. If anyone can come to the United States, ignoring our immigration laws, and successfully "hide out" here...or worse yet, flaunt their status, then how can we expect "society" to believe that our "laws" actually should be obeyed?
3) Our educational, legal, healthcare, and welfare systems are being bankrupted by the "overloads" on them. Taxpaying "citizens" and legal residents of this nation deserve far better than these systems can currently deliver. In our desires to be "humane" we are becoming less so, because the current structures cannot effectively serve those who most need their services.
4) Most of the people I've encountered who come here undocumented (and have remained here) have little, if any, loyalty to the United States of America. They will be the first ones to "march" on the streets, wave their flags (of another land), and cry out about how "unfair" America is to them. If America is so "unfair"--then what on earth are you doing here, consuming our resources, polluting our streets, and taking up space? You are neither needed nor wanted in this land, if we are so "awful."
5) The "amnesty option" of 1986 didn't work then, even though President Reagan's intentions were noble and good. The laws of 1986 only spurred more Mexicans (and others) to come here illegally, and we are now reaping the whirlwind of such actions. Our generosity and kindness have been abused, and will continue being abused until we stop those who are abusing.
What say ye?
Our Military Veterans...
As you may have guessed by now, I'm not exactly a HUGE fan of the current Bush Administration...but I do pray for the President every day...and I do mean every day...The Scriptures command me to do so.
HOWEVER, with all the fumbles this administration has committed, I'm convinced that the "mess" exposed by the Washington Post concerning the abysmal treatment of our military personnel returning from Iraq and Afghanistan was the WORST example of poor management and negligence imaginable.
I'm thankful that Defense Secretary Gates had the fortitude to start "cleaning up" this mess...largely ignored by his predecessor, Donald Rumsfeld.
As a military veteran myself, I was horrified to read and see the awful conditions we expected our service personnel--most, if not all severely injured--to endure and live through.
We owe our service men and women the ABSOLUTE BEST medical care that money can buy! No exceptions. This nation has called them to go to other countries and risk their lives--not to mention the more than 3500 military personnel who have given their lives---and then return home to "substandard" treatment.
We should be ashamed!
1.5 million military personnel have served at least one tour in either Iraq or Afghanistan, and one out of six come home with some type of serious medical condition.
We must take care of our own! This is not optional...it's not even a suggestion...it is a MUST!
HOWEVER, with all the fumbles this administration has committed, I'm convinced that the "mess" exposed by the Washington Post concerning the abysmal treatment of our military personnel returning from Iraq and Afghanistan was the WORST example of poor management and negligence imaginable.
I'm thankful that Defense Secretary Gates had the fortitude to start "cleaning up" this mess...largely ignored by his predecessor, Donald Rumsfeld.
As a military veteran myself, I was horrified to read and see the awful conditions we expected our service personnel--most, if not all severely injured--to endure and live through.
We owe our service men and women the ABSOLUTE BEST medical care that money can buy! No exceptions. This nation has called them to go to other countries and risk their lives--not to mention the more than 3500 military personnel who have given their lives---and then return home to "substandard" treatment.
We should be ashamed!
1.5 million military personnel have served at least one tour in either Iraq or Afghanistan, and one out of six come home with some type of serious medical condition.
We must take care of our own! This is not optional...it's not even a suggestion...it is a MUST!
Credit and Blame...
On some issues I can be justifiably classified as "very open." On other issues I am proudly labeled as "very decided."
Also, as a single man, I don't have the wisdom and perspective that alot of my married friends may have on the "social issues" that continually bombard us in contemporary American society.
The reason I mention all of this is because I'm concerned about how Christ-followers are so quick to "point fingers" and place all the "blame" on everyone for every social ill possible...except where it really belongs. And most of the time, we can't accurately pinpoint where "the blame" belongs, not to mention credit for the good things.
A case in point:
Last Sunday morning, my pastor [Dr Erwin W Lutzer, The Moody Church] was preaching a powerful message on "When Loyals Collide: God and State" from Matthew 22. The main points were what we, as believers, owe to "Caesar" (the government) and what we owe to God. It was a great, great message.
However, I was a bit disturbed when Pastor Lutzer started talking about the "public schools" and how children are "brainwashed" and "deceived" by some of the things taught in the public school system. (I am not defending the public school system, and particularly not the Chicago Public School system). What really bothered me was the fact that many parents are ready to "blame the school system" for not "raising their children."
The school system should not be charged with the responsibility of "raising" anyone's children. Those children were given to parents...as an act of God's love and benevolence. Those children were not ever given to the public (or private) school system to be raised.
Teachers have more than they can do already. No schoolteacher should have to "raise" someone else's children. I'm very thankful that most all my schoolteachers were loving, gracious and caring people who had my best interests at heart. But my education began at home...and my 4th Grade-educated Grandmother Hoover did everything in her power to raise me "right."
After the morning service, I had a brief opportunity to speak with my pastor. I always feel as though it's a privilege when I get a chance to speak with him...he's a very busy man, with lots of people wanting to talk to him. I mentioned to him that parents should be held responsible for raising their children--not the public school system. It does take a village--but the parents are the "chiefs" in their own personal villages. When parents insist that "others" raise their children, then they have no right to complain when they start "reaping the whirlwind."
My parents abandoned me when I was a baby. And I can look back now and thank God that many, many people loved and cared about me. Schoolteacher were (and still are) very, very important in my life. But God never commanded them to raise me.
So, let's give credit where credit is due. But be careful when blaming the school system/teachers, or anyone else when we "pass off" our responsibility to another entity.
Those "other entities" can always be helpful, and most of the time, they are indeed beneficial and helpful. But, let's not blame them for "botching" up something they should have not attempted in the first place:
Raising our children.
Also, as a single man, I don't have the wisdom and perspective that alot of my married friends may have on the "social issues" that continually bombard us in contemporary American society.
The reason I mention all of this is because I'm concerned about how Christ-followers are so quick to "point fingers" and place all the "blame" on everyone for every social ill possible...except where it really belongs. And most of the time, we can't accurately pinpoint where "the blame" belongs, not to mention credit for the good things.
A case in point:
Last Sunday morning, my pastor [Dr Erwin W Lutzer, The Moody Church] was preaching a powerful message on "When Loyals Collide: God and State" from Matthew 22. The main points were what we, as believers, owe to "Caesar" (the government) and what we owe to God. It was a great, great message.
However, I was a bit disturbed when Pastor Lutzer started talking about the "public schools" and how children are "brainwashed" and "deceived" by some of the things taught in the public school system. (I am not defending the public school system, and particularly not the Chicago Public School system). What really bothered me was the fact that many parents are ready to "blame the school system" for not "raising their children."
The school system should not be charged with the responsibility of "raising" anyone's children. Those children were given to parents...as an act of God's love and benevolence. Those children were not ever given to the public (or private) school system to be raised.
Teachers have more than they can do already. No schoolteacher should have to "raise" someone else's children. I'm very thankful that most all my schoolteachers were loving, gracious and caring people who had my best interests at heart. But my education began at home...and my 4th Grade-educated Grandmother Hoover did everything in her power to raise me "right."
After the morning service, I had a brief opportunity to speak with my pastor. I always feel as though it's a privilege when I get a chance to speak with him...he's a very busy man, with lots of people wanting to talk to him. I mentioned to him that parents should be held responsible for raising their children--not the public school system. It does take a village--but the parents are the "chiefs" in their own personal villages. When parents insist that "others" raise their children, then they have no right to complain when they start "reaping the whirlwind."
My parents abandoned me when I was a baby. And I can look back now and thank God that many, many people loved and cared about me. Schoolteacher were (and still are) very, very important in my life. But God never commanded them to raise me.
So, let's give credit where credit is due. But be careful when blaming the school system/teachers, or anyone else when we "pass off" our responsibility to another entity.
Those "other entities" can always be helpful, and most of the time, they are indeed beneficial and helpful. But, let's not blame them for "botching" up something they should have not attempted in the first place:
Raising our children.
Deeply troubled by this...
I moved to this great city of Chicago almost seven years ago. It has been quite an adventure, in every sense of the term. This is the first time I've ever lived in a "big city" for this length of time. The last time was when I lived in Oslo, Norway for two years. Oslo is considerably smaller than Chicago.
This is my quandry:
I am constantly being approached by people wanting "money." I can hardly get on the bus every morning without being approached by at least one person telling me that he/she is hungry and wants something to eat. The evenings aren't always as bad, but sometimes it can be even worse in the afternoons/evenings.
Panhandling is supposedly illegal in the Windy City...but nothing is done about it...but that's another post.
In the seven years that I've lived here, I have:
*offered to buy them food, and have them reject my offer.
*offered to buy them food, and then watch them throw it away as soon as they could once I've given it to them;
*offered to get them to a homeless shelter (usually Pacific Garden Mission), and have them make excuses as to why they can't go there.
I've never given them money--and right now, I have no intentions of doing so.
I'm particularly troubled by the words of Jesus as He instructed His disciples in the Gospels concerning those in need. I don't want to be classified with the "goats" in Matthew 25.
I am truly concerned about those in need. I will buy food for just about anyone--if I have the money to do so. I've been hungry, and it's not a good feeling. But I also don't want my generosity to be abused, and I've seen that it has been on more than one occasion.
I'm in a quandry over this...What say ye?
This is my quandry:
I am constantly being approached by people wanting "money." I can hardly get on the bus every morning without being approached by at least one person telling me that he/she is hungry and wants something to eat. The evenings aren't always as bad, but sometimes it can be even worse in the afternoons/evenings.
Panhandling is supposedly illegal in the Windy City...but nothing is done about it...but that's another post.
In the seven years that I've lived here, I have:
*offered to buy them food, and have them reject my offer.
*offered to buy them food, and then watch them throw it away as soon as they could once I've given it to them;
*offered to get them to a homeless shelter (usually Pacific Garden Mission), and have them make excuses as to why they can't go there.
I've never given them money--and right now, I have no intentions of doing so.
I'm particularly troubled by the words of Jesus as He instructed His disciples in the Gospels concerning those in need. I don't want to be classified with the "goats" in Matthew 25.
I am truly concerned about those in need. I will buy food for just about anyone--if I have the money to do so. I've been hungry, and it's not a good feeling. But I also don't want my generosity to be abused, and I've seen that it has been on more than one occasion.
I'm in a quandry over this...What say ye?
The Dangers of Spiritual Privilege
If you haven't already found out, I'm been a Christ-follower ever since I was a small child, and have been around "organized religion" all that time as well. I firmly and wholeheartedly believe in the "Church"--God's vehicle to accomplish His purposes here on earth.
I was converted in the Church of Christ, and later filled with the Holy Spirit in the Church of God, eventually joining the Church of God of Prophecy where I was a member for almost 30 years.
I learned some wonderful lessons about the "church" while I was active duty in the United States Air Force. One of the most valuable lessons was that I can ill afford spiritual smugness. By "spiritual smugness" I am describing those situations where other Christ-followers may have differing ideas, viewpoints, and methods than I possess, and subsequently I view them as "less" or "inferior to" my way of thinking. I grew up in an environment where our "brand of religion" viewed itself as superior to all the other Christ followers who were not our "brand." I'm not sure this was ever intentional, but it was reality anyway.
God performed a marvelous deliverance in my life: I became acutely aware that other Christ-followers know and love the very same Saviour that I know and love. How did I find this out? God put me in a place where my "brand of religion" wasn't accessible or available.
I was specifically stationed in places where I would need to "give up my smugness" and learn how wonderful it is to live in community where I had to accept others as Christ accepts them.
I worshipped among the Baptists, Methodists, Lutherans, and Nazarenes. I was active in the Navigators' military ministry, and in base chapel programs. I truly discovered that Christ redeemed wonderful, wonderful people all over the world. All different colors, shapes, sizes, and socioeconomic brackets. As my friend Naomi Ghandia would say, "A sheep is a sheep regardless of where they pasture."
Spiritual superiority (aka "smugness") doesn't wear well on Christ-followers. It doesn't look good on them at all. It's only by the grace and mercy of Christ that I have the privilege of following Him.
It's not by the type of music that I sing: hymns, choruses, or scriptures. It's not by the style of preaching that most appeals to me: lectures, passionate dialogues, or severe dramatic presentations. It's not whether I'm "seeker sensitive" or "something-else sensitive."
What truly matters is am I "Christ-sensitive." Am I looking to the Triune God (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) to lead me, guide me, and redeem me? Or am I looking, as the Pharisees did, to my own "spiritual tradition" to guide me and connect me to God's people?
Spiritual traditions are important---as long as we honor and worship God the Spirit. He is the Spirit of Truth, and Christ Himself promised that He would indeed lead us.
And He knows where the dangers are. Maybe we should listen.
I was converted in the Church of Christ, and later filled with the Holy Spirit in the Church of God, eventually joining the Church of God of Prophecy where I was a member for almost 30 years.
I learned some wonderful lessons about the "church" while I was active duty in the United States Air Force. One of the most valuable lessons was that I can ill afford spiritual smugness. By "spiritual smugness" I am describing those situations where other Christ-followers may have differing ideas, viewpoints, and methods than I possess, and subsequently I view them as "less" or "inferior to" my way of thinking. I grew up in an environment where our "brand of religion" viewed itself as superior to all the other Christ followers who were not our "brand." I'm not sure this was ever intentional, but it was reality anyway.
God performed a marvelous deliverance in my life: I became acutely aware that other Christ-followers know and love the very same Saviour that I know and love. How did I find this out? God put me in a place where my "brand of religion" wasn't accessible or available.
I was specifically stationed in places where I would need to "give up my smugness" and learn how wonderful it is to live in community where I had to accept others as Christ accepts them.
I worshipped among the Baptists, Methodists, Lutherans, and Nazarenes. I was active in the Navigators' military ministry, and in base chapel programs. I truly discovered that Christ redeemed wonderful, wonderful people all over the world. All different colors, shapes, sizes, and socioeconomic brackets. As my friend Naomi Ghandia would say, "A sheep is a sheep regardless of where they pasture."
Spiritual superiority (aka "smugness") doesn't wear well on Christ-followers. It doesn't look good on them at all. It's only by the grace and mercy of Christ that I have the privilege of following Him.
It's not by the type of music that I sing: hymns, choruses, or scriptures. It's not by the style of preaching that most appeals to me: lectures, passionate dialogues, or severe dramatic presentations. It's not whether I'm "seeker sensitive" or "something-else sensitive."
What truly matters is am I "Christ-sensitive." Am I looking to the Triune God (Father, Son, and Holy Spirit) to lead me, guide me, and redeem me? Or am I looking, as the Pharisees did, to my own "spiritual tradition" to guide me and connect me to God's people?
Spiritual traditions are important---as long as we honor and worship God the Spirit. He is the Spirit of Truth, and Christ Himself promised that He would indeed lead us.
And He knows where the dangers are. Maybe we should listen.
Matt Bohlman...my buddy...
It was my wonderful privilege to have a dear, dear brother in Christ in my home as a guest last weekend. Actually, Matt Bohlman arrived at O'Hare Airport on Friday morning, and left on Monday evening...so it was about four days...and what a great time it was!
Matt had never been to the Windy City before last weekend, and he fell in love with this great town almost immediately. I knew he would.
Matt is 15 years my junior. We met some ten years ago when he was a student at Lee University, and I was a student at the adjoining Church of God Theological Seminary.
It was a rather unusual--actually it was God--way of meeting. We've both been very eager to tell this story over the years.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and we were both in the Squires Library, which both the seminary and the university share. We were downstairs, using the computer labs, and the power went out all of a sudden. I was sitting at the computer next to Matt--having never seen him before, and knew nothing about him. All of a sudden, I distinctly heard the LORD speak to me and say, "His name is Matt, and tell him he is going to South Africa this summer."
Now, I am absolutely convinced that God gives such words of knowledge/prophecy to His followers today--even though it's not an everyday occurrence. Before this ever happened to me on this day, I knew that God worked in these types of ways, using His children with spiritual gifts as He so desires.
But still, I was a bit nervous. I kept looking over at Matt, and wanting to say something, but being very hesitant. I kept hearing the Lord say to me, "His name is Matt, and tell him he is going to South Africa this summer." After hearing this for the third time, I decided that I would just tell this "complete stranger" what I felt the Lord was telling me.
I leaned over and asked if I could tell him something. He said, "Sure." I asked if his name was Matt or Matthew, and he said "Yes, it is. Who are you?" I gave him my name, and said that I felt the Lord wanted him to know something, and I wasn't sure how to show it. I asked him to discern what I was about to tell him, and that if I was completely off the mark, for him to just ignore me as another "charismatic kook."
That very morning Matthew had been praying and weeping before the Lord, wanting direction as to what he should be doing when the semester was over, and he would be on summer break. He felt that South Africa was in the plan, and was praying towards that goal. But he wasn't sure when, or how this would all happen. He was asking God to give him some clarification. And the Lord was using me, as scared as I was, to confirm His call to Matt's plans for South Africa that summer.
After I told Matthew what I felt the Lord wanted me to say to him, he was almost weeping. I also said, "your plans are not going to come together right away--as a matter of fact, it may be at the last possible moment, but the Lord will make a way, and everything, including your finances will fall in place for this trip."
While Matt was here in Chicago, we had a couple of opportunities to fellowship with some of the people that are very dear and special to me here in the area. Matt shared part of the story that I had never heard until this past weekend:
One day before he needed to buy his ticket to South Africa for this trip, he was weeping and telling his mother how he needed $1000 dollars to finish all the expenses--he was working three jobs at the time, and just couldn't seem to come up with the cash that he needed.
His mother was tutoring a 12-year old Korean boy in her home at the time. This young kid heard Matt's story being told to his mother. That night, this young boy called his father (a surgeon in South Korea) and told his Buddhist father about his friend who needed $1000 dollars for a trip to South Africa to help people in an orphanage for the summer.
The Korean doctor couldn't sleep at all that night--and wired the money to the United States the next day....to his son, to take to Matt Bohlman's mother.
Matt comes home that day, and the young boy (with his aunt) is waiting for him to arrive. He hands Matthew an envelope with TEN 100 dollar bills in it, saying "My father in South Korea wants you to have this. He could not sleep last night, and God told him to send you the money."
I'm almost in tears just relating this wonderful, wonderful story of God's leading and provision in my precious friend's life.
Since that time (some ten years ago) Matt has graduated from Lee, and also from the seminary at Liberty University in Virginia. He has also ministered in Israel, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, and in Jordan among the Iraqi refugees. He served in the barrios of New York City for a while as well. For the last year, he has ministered as a fourth grade teacher in a Christian school in Bangkok, Thailand. He went for two months, and stayed for twelve months. He is in the United States for a few months now, and will be returning to Thailand in late July/early August.
He's my hero in many, many ways. He's a faithful friend. He's a wonderful, godly, gracious, praying man. And I continue to thank God that our paths crossed one stormy Sunday afternoon when the computers went down in a college library.
When you pray, please pray for my great friend Matt Bohlman. I will be so thankful, and I'm sure he will also.
Matt had never been to the Windy City before last weekend, and he fell in love with this great town almost immediately. I knew he would.
Matt is 15 years my junior. We met some ten years ago when he was a student at Lee University, and I was a student at the adjoining Church of God Theological Seminary.
It was a rather unusual--actually it was God--way of meeting. We've both been very eager to tell this story over the years.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and we were both in the Squires Library, which both the seminary and the university share. We were downstairs, using the computer labs, and the power went out all of a sudden. I was sitting at the computer next to Matt--having never seen him before, and knew nothing about him. All of a sudden, I distinctly heard the LORD speak to me and say, "His name is Matt, and tell him he is going to South Africa this summer."
Now, I am absolutely convinced that God gives such words of knowledge/prophecy to His followers today--even though it's not an everyday occurrence. Before this ever happened to me on this day, I knew that God worked in these types of ways, using His children with spiritual gifts as He so desires.
But still, I was a bit nervous. I kept looking over at Matt, and wanting to say something, but being very hesitant. I kept hearing the Lord say to me, "His name is Matt, and tell him he is going to South Africa this summer." After hearing this for the third time, I decided that I would just tell this "complete stranger" what I felt the Lord was telling me.
I leaned over and asked if I could tell him something. He said, "Sure." I asked if his name was Matt or Matthew, and he said "Yes, it is. Who are you?" I gave him my name, and said that I felt the Lord wanted him to know something, and I wasn't sure how to show it. I asked him to discern what I was about to tell him, and that if I was completely off the mark, for him to just ignore me as another "charismatic kook."
That very morning Matthew had been praying and weeping before the Lord, wanting direction as to what he should be doing when the semester was over, and he would be on summer break. He felt that South Africa was in the plan, and was praying towards that goal. But he wasn't sure when, or how this would all happen. He was asking God to give him some clarification. And the Lord was using me, as scared as I was, to confirm His call to Matt's plans for South Africa that summer.
After I told Matthew what I felt the Lord wanted me to say to him, he was almost weeping. I also said, "your plans are not going to come together right away--as a matter of fact, it may be at the last possible moment, but the Lord will make a way, and everything, including your finances will fall in place for this trip."
While Matt was here in Chicago, we had a couple of opportunities to fellowship with some of the people that are very dear and special to me here in the area. Matt shared part of the story that I had never heard until this past weekend:
One day before he needed to buy his ticket to South Africa for this trip, he was weeping and telling his mother how he needed $1000 dollars to finish all the expenses--he was working three jobs at the time, and just couldn't seem to come up with the cash that he needed.
His mother was tutoring a 12-year old Korean boy in her home at the time. This young kid heard Matt's story being told to his mother. That night, this young boy called his father (a surgeon in South Korea) and told his Buddhist father about his friend who needed $1000 dollars for a trip to South Africa to help people in an orphanage for the summer.
The Korean doctor couldn't sleep at all that night--and wired the money to the United States the next day....to his son, to take to Matt Bohlman's mother.
Matt comes home that day, and the young boy (with his aunt) is waiting for him to arrive. He hands Matthew an envelope with TEN 100 dollar bills in it, saying "My father in South Korea wants you to have this. He could not sleep last night, and God told him to send you the money."
I'm almost in tears just relating this wonderful, wonderful story of God's leading and provision in my precious friend's life.
Since that time (some ten years ago) Matt has graduated from Lee, and also from the seminary at Liberty University in Virginia. He has also ministered in Israel, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, and in Jordan among the Iraqi refugees. He served in the barrios of New York City for a while as well. For the last year, he has ministered as a fourth grade teacher in a Christian school in Bangkok, Thailand. He went for two months, and stayed for twelve months. He is in the United States for a few months now, and will be returning to Thailand in late July/early August.
He's my hero in many, many ways. He's a faithful friend. He's a wonderful, godly, gracious, praying man. And I continue to thank God that our paths crossed one stormy Sunday afternoon when the computers went down in a college library.
When you pray, please pray for my great friend Matt Bohlman. I will be so thankful, and I'm sure he will also.
Precious in the sight of the Lord
"is the death of His saints." That's what the Psalmist tells us in the Old Testament.
I've been away from the "worldwide web" for the last four days, so I've not been able to "blog" any, even though lots has happened that has caught my attention.
Two events that have taken place since my last post are worthy of my attention today. Both of these are the "home-going" of precious, precious people.
The first person I want to honor is the late Reverend Dr Cecil B Knight, who went to be with the Lord last weekend at his home in Cleveland, Tennessee. Dr Knight was a true Christian gentleman. Having grown up in a Pentecostal denomination, Brother Knight's name was well-known, and well respected.
I first became very personally acquainted with Brother Knight and his wonderful wife Evelyn back in September 1992 when they came to Oslo, Norway to attend the Pentecostal World Conference being held there. It was my grand privilege to give them the "tour of Oslo" and to enjoy their company while they were in Scandanavia. I was stationed in the United States Air Force there at the time. Brother and Sister Knight treated me so wonderfully well on this visit, and he encouraged me to stay in touch with them.
Some four years later I had decided to leave the Air Force and to attend Seminary. I remembered that Dr Cecil Knight was the president of the Church of God Theological Seminary, and so I contacted him. He asked me to come for a visit, and to check out the seminary. I did just that, and made up my mind that I should be a student at the seminary. In late August 1996, I became a first-year Seminary student. Again, Brother and Sister Knight received me so graciously and warmly. Lots of stories abound concerning Brother Knight. But his legacy is that he loved and served the Lord Jesus Christ with all of his heart. He was by no means perfect, but he was a faithful servant of God. He will be tremendously missed by all who knew him. He was that kind of man.
The second person whose death I mourn is someone I never met, but whom I've loved anyway. That is Ruth (McCue) Bell Graham, the late wife of Evangelist Billy Graham. Everyone knows who Billy Graham is--well just about everyone. And anyone who has ever heard Dr Graham speak, or read any of his written works has heard him talk about his precious wife Ruth.
Mrs Graham was a wonderfully wise, gracious, and gentle woman. She and her husband raised 5 children to love and serve God, as well as loving and serving humanity. Anne, Gigi, Ruth, Franklin and Ned had a marvelous mother--one who passionately loved her God, her husband, and her family.
I remember reading a book about Ruth Graham a few years ago, and just doubled over in laughter. Mrs Graham had a tremendous sense of humor, and didn't mind playing practical jokes on anyone and everyone--her husband included!
I vividly remember an interview the Grahams did with David Frost some years ago, and the Mr Frost asked Ruth about her marriage. His question was along the lines of "You've raised these children without the help of your husband, and I know you've been very lonely at times....did you ever consider divorce?" Ruth Graham was very quick, very firm, and very funny in that she said, "No, I never, ever considered divorce, but MURDER did cross my mind many times."
I was in the Billy Graham Museum at Wheaton College yesterday, with a friend who was visiting Chicagoland. I stood near the exhibit where Dr Graham's family was featured, and the wonderful pictures of him and his precious Ruth. Dr Graham said that "Ruth is my most trusted spiritual advisor. She has a tremendously deep relationship with the Lord, and her knowledge of the Scriptures is amazing." I couldn't help but wipe tears from my eyes.
This world has lost two wonderful servants of the Lord. And indeed "precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of His saints."
Even though we mourn now, when God calls it "precious" it is indeed a "precious thing."
I've been away from the "worldwide web" for the last four days, so I've not been able to "blog" any, even though lots has happened that has caught my attention.
Two events that have taken place since my last post are worthy of my attention today. Both of these are the "home-going" of precious, precious people.
The first person I want to honor is the late Reverend Dr Cecil B Knight, who went to be with the Lord last weekend at his home in Cleveland, Tennessee. Dr Knight was a true Christian gentleman. Having grown up in a Pentecostal denomination, Brother Knight's name was well-known, and well respected.
I first became very personally acquainted with Brother Knight and his wonderful wife Evelyn back in September 1992 when they came to Oslo, Norway to attend the Pentecostal World Conference being held there. It was my grand privilege to give them the "tour of Oslo" and to enjoy their company while they were in Scandanavia. I was stationed in the United States Air Force there at the time. Brother and Sister Knight treated me so wonderfully well on this visit, and he encouraged me to stay in touch with them.
Some four years later I had decided to leave the Air Force and to attend Seminary. I remembered that Dr Cecil Knight was the president of the Church of God Theological Seminary, and so I contacted him. He asked me to come for a visit, and to check out the seminary. I did just that, and made up my mind that I should be a student at the seminary. In late August 1996, I became a first-year Seminary student. Again, Brother and Sister Knight received me so graciously and warmly. Lots of stories abound concerning Brother Knight. But his legacy is that he loved and served the Lord Jesus Christ with all of his heart. He was by no means perfect, but he was a faithful servant of God. He will be tremendously missed by all who knew him. He was that kind of man.
The second person whose death I mourn is someone I never met, but whom I've loved anyway. That is Ruth (McCue) Bell Graham, the late wife of Evangelist Billy Graham. Everyone knows who Billy Graham is--well just about everyone. And anyone who has ever heard Dr Graham speak, or read any of his written works has heard him talk about his precious wife Ruth.
Mrs Graham was a wonderfully wise, gracious, and gentle woman. She and her husband raised 5 children to love and serve God, as well as loving and serving humanity. Anne, Gigi, Ruth, Franklin and Ned had a marvelous mother--one who passionately loved her God, her husband, and her family.
I remember reading a book about Ruth Graham a few years ago, and just doubled over in laughter. Mrs Graham had a tremendous sense of humor, and didn't mind playing practical jokes on anyone and everyone--her husband included!
I vividly remember an interview the Grahams did with David Frost some years ago, and the Mr Frost asked Ruth about her marriage. His question was along the lines of "You've raised these children without the help of your husband, and I know you've been very lonely at times....did you ever consider divorce?" Ruth Graham was very quick, very firm, and very funny in that she said, "No, I never, ever considered divorce, but MURDER did cross my mind many times."
I was in the Billy Graham Museum at Wheaton College yesterday, with a friend who was visiting Chicagoland. I stood near the exhibit where Dr Graham's family was featured, and the wonderful pictures of him and his precious Ruth. Dr Graham said that "Ruth is my most trusted spiritual advisor. She has a tremendously deep relationship with the Lord, and her knowledge of the Scriptures is amazing." I couldn't help but wipe tears from my eyes.
This world has lost two wonderful servants of the Lord. And indeed "precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of His saints."
Even though we mourn now, when God calls it "precious" it is indeed a "precious thing."
Happy Birthday, Ann Downing!
My friend, Ann Downing, celebrated her birthday yesterday. So this is a tad bit "belated"...
Her website is www.anndowning.com
Ann, and her late husband Paul, formed the wonderful singing group The Downings many, many years ago. Of course Ann had been singing a long time before "The Downings" ever came to be, having spent time in musical ministry with The Speer Family, and singing on that cotton farm in Mississippi where she grew up.
I have wonderful memories of "The Downings" when I was growing up. I remember my first "Downings" concert at the National Guard Armory in Huntsville, AL in the very early 1970s. What a wonderful, wonderful night of music that was. It was so great that I still remember most of the songs the Downings sung that night.
Some of my favorite Downing songs were:
Gettin' Ready Today
I Feel So Good About It
God's Wonderful People
People
And I still love those songs today. I find myself singing "Gettin' Ready Today" quite often...and it always encourages my heart.
Paul went to heaven some 15 years ago, and Ann, with God's grace and help, has carried on in ministry to people across the globe. She and Paul had a dream of a Middle Tennessee Women's Retreat, and this year's retreat was just the greatest from all the reports I've read.
Please visit her website, and let her know that Phil in Chicago sent you.
Happy Birthday ANN!
Her website is www.anndowning.com
Ann, and her late husband Paul, formed the wonderful singing group The Downings many, many years ago. Of course Ann had been singing a long time before "The Downings" ever came to be, having spent time in musical ministry with The Speer Family, and singing on that cotton farm in Mississippi where she grew up.
I have wonderful memories of "The Downings" when I was growing up. I remember my first "Downings" concert at the National Guard Armory in Huntsville, AL in the very early 1970s. What a wonderful, wonderful night of music that was. It was so great that I still remember most of the songs the Downings sung that night.
Some of my favorite Downing songs were:
Gettin' Ready Today
I Feel So Good About It
God's Wonderful People
People
And I still love those songs today. I find myself singing "Gettin' Ready Today" quite often...and it always encourages my heart.
Paul went to heaven some 15 years ago, and Ann, with God's grace and help, has carried on in ministry to people across the globe. She and Paul had a dream of a Middle Tennessee Women's Retreat, and this year's retreat was just the greatest from all the reports I've read.
Please visit her website, and let her know that Phil in Chicago sent you.
Happy Birthday ANN!
Enforce the Current Immigration Laws...
As usual, the Senate of the United States has done basically nothing about comprehensive immigration reform. Not that I expected them to, though.
I have tremendous respect for Senator Lindsey Graham of South Carolina...However, on this issue, he was just terribly wrong. The so-called "agreement" hammered out with the White House was horribly flawed from the beginning.
We need to simply enforce the current laws of the nation concerning immigration.
Sadly, we may have waited too long. To those who want to come into this country (like the two people sitting in my office yesterday who have "overstayed their visas") and stay here, illegally, our laws mean nothing--and we are the ones to blame! We must insist on our duly enacted laws being enforced! No debate, no questions, no exceptions.
For all 12 million-plus, I would be in complete favor of buying one-way airline tickets back to their native lands. I would inform those governments that the United States will not accept these people inside our borders unless and until they can come here legally.
This is a costly proposition, but I am worried that "doing nothing"--which we have been experts at for the last 20 years--will be far costlier in the long run.
I have tremendous respect for Senator Lindsey Graham of South Carolina...However, on this issue, he was just terribly wrong. The so-called "agreement" hammered out with the White House was horribly flawed from the beginning.
We need to simply enforce the current laws of the nation concerning immigration.
Sadly, we may have waited too long. To those who want to come into this country (like the two people sitting in my office yesterday who have "overstayed their visas") and stay here, illegally, our laws mean nothing--and we are the ones to blame! We must insist on our duly enacted laws being enforced! No debate, no questions, no exceptions.
For all 12 million-plus, I would be in complete favor of buying one-way airline tickets back to their native lands. I would inform those governments that the United States will not accept these people inside our borders unless and until they can come here legally.
This is a costly proposition, but I am worried that "doing nothing"--which we have been experts at for the last 20 years--will be far costlier in the long run.
An "oldie" but "goodie"
The ministry of Bill and Gloria Gaither has blest my heart for many, many years. As long as I can remember, these two "giants" (in my eyes, at least) have enriched the Christian community with their prolific and powerful songwriting. Here is one of those grand treasures from years gone by:
MY FAITH STILL HOLDS
I thought I had to see and feel
To prove that what I loved was really real
As passion turned to ashes, things I held to dust
I found reality in simple trust
CHORUS:
My faith still holds on to the Christ of Calvary
Oh blessed Rock of Ages cleft for me
I gladly place my trust in things I can not see
My faith still holds on to the Christ of Calvary
I tried to find life's mysteries
Just by the reason of my mind to see
But void remain between me and where I longed to be
Till childlike faith there built a bridge for me
And oh what joy to walk His way
I followed nailed-pierced footprints all the way
Though the end of where I'm bound I may not see
I choose to place my trust in Calvary
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Thank you Bill and Gloria for ministering to my heart for so many years!
MY FAITH STILL HOLDS
I thought I had to see and feel
To prove that what I loved was really real
As passion turned to ashes, things I held to dust
I found reality in simple trust
CHORUS:
My faith still holds on to the Christ of Calvary
Oh blessed Rock of Ages cleft for me
I gladly place my trust in things I can not see
My faith still holds on to the Christ of Calvary
I tried to find life's mysteries
Just by the reason of my mind to see
But void remain between me and where I longed to be
Till childlike faith there built a bridge for me
And oh what joy to walk His way
I followed nailed-pierced footprints all the way
Though the end of where I'm bound I may not see
I choose to place my trust in Calvary
______________________________________
Thank you Bill and Gloria for ministering to my heart for so many years!
An Open letter to Paris Hilton
Knowing that she will NEVER read this post, I still want to speak my mind here. (And in the off-chance that she does read this post, then "good for her.")
_______________________________
Dear Paris,
Forgive me for not calling you "Miss Hilton", but I have almost 20 years on you, and probably have clothes in my closet that are older than you. Not being snotty, snooty, or mean...just stating the obvious.
First, you have been "over-exposed"..and that for a very long time. I do not begrudge your money, your heritage, nor the "wealth" that you have at your disposal, regardless of it's form(s). I'm glad that you haven't had to "struggle" like we "commoners" or "little people" as your "Aunt Leona Helmsley" once called the "working class." But now you are old enough to make "wiser" decisions than you have recently.
Second, did anyone ever tell you that if you are driving while intoxicated (and I really don't care how many beers, cosmpolitans, martinis, sangrias, or anything else alcoholic you may have had) that you are committing "attempted murder"? You should have been charged as such. The license to drive an automobile in this country is a PRIVILEGE--not a right. In my humble opinion, you have forfeited that privilege for a very, very long time. You intentionally put yourself in a place where you could have taken a life. And sadly enough, once those lives are snuffed out...they are NEVER returned.
Third, we are all learning from your "mistakes." You obviously aren't learning anything from them, but those of us "little people" who must see your face in the headlines are learning more every day. And the lessons are not pretty. And after awhile, neither are you. "Pretty is as pretty does..." And right now, you are not pretty.
Finally, your parents have failed you. The authority-figures in this country have failed you. And it's time that we face up to the consequences of our failures. The fact that we must "face our consequences" by no means let's you off the hook from facing yours. And face them you should...the sooner the better. Hopefully the time that you will spend incarcerated lets you see that "life really does have consequences"--and yours definitely does.
I can't help but wonder if there had been "consequences" earlier on in life for you, if things would have been drastically different now.
_______________________________
Dear Paris,
Forgive me for not calling you "Miss Hilton", but I have almost 20 years on you, and probably have clothes in my closet that are older than you. Not being snotty, snooty, or mean...just stating the obvious.
First, you have been "over-exposed"..and that for a very long time. I do not begrudge your money, your heritage, nor the "wealth" that you have at your disposal, regardless of it's form(s). I'm glad that you haven't had to "struggle" like we "commoners" or "little people" as your "Aunt Leona Helmsley" once called the "working class." But now you are old enough to make "wiser" decisions than you have recently.
Second, did anyone ever tell you that if you are driving while intoxicated (and I really don't care how many beers, cosmpolitans, martinis, sangrias, or anything else alcoholic you may have had) that you are committing "attempted murder"? You should have been charged as such. The license to drive an automobile in this country is a PRIVILEGE--not a right. In my humble opinion, you have forfeited that privilege for a very, very long time. You intentionally put yourself in a place where you could have taken a life. And sadly enough, once those lives are snuffed out...they are NEVER returned.
Third, we are all learning from your "mistakes." You obviously aren't learning anything from them, but those of us "little people" who must see your face in the headlines are learning more every day. And the lessons are not pretty. And after awhile, neither are you. "Pretty is as pretty does..." And right now, you are not pretty.
Finally, your parents have failed you. The authority-figures in this country have failed you. And it's time that we face up to the consequences of our failures. The fact that we must "face our consequences" by no means let's you off the hook from facing yours. And face them you should...the sooner the better. Hopefully the time that you will spend incarcerated lets you see that "life really does have consequences"--and yours definitely does.
I can't help but wonder if there had been "consequences" earlier on in life for you, if things would have been drastically different now.
Advice to a brother...
A good friend of mine decided to enter the United States Army active duty more than a year ago. As a matter of fact, he wanted me to write one of the letters of reference for him to the Officer Candidate School board. I gladly recommended him.
Right before he left for the "Army" I sent him this email. I found it a while ago, and felt like sharing it here:
_________________________________
The next six months will be some of the most challenging of your life--not to mention your spiritual experience. You will meet some wonderful people, and some not-so-wonderful people. God will use both groups to help you see as He sees, even though your vision will be limited.
But also remember that God does indeed look on the heart--and sees much more than we humans see when we scrutinize the "outward person."
Athleticism, physical fitness, physical prowess, sharp intellect, keen senses of humor--we humans tend to evaluate others by these artificial standards. Yet God evaluates people--made in His image--by their hearts. He evaluates them by their willingness to live holy and humbly before Him. God never turns the brokenhearted and contrite person away. Instead, He draws them close to Himself, and heals their wounds.
After we hung up last night the story of the Lost Sheep, the Lost Coin, and the Lost Son from Luke 15 weighed heavily on my heart. Particularly so in the latter parable, because there was more than one prodigal son. The "elder brother" who never left the farm was just as prodigal (if not more so) than the younger who spent his inheritance (which he had no right to ask for at the time) on "riotous living."
The "elder son" never realized that everything in his father's possession was there for the asking. When the younger son returned, the father threw a party---but the older son could only point the accusatory finger and say "that son of yours...." It sorta makes me wonder if the older son wasn't glad, after all, that the younger one had left--and worse yet, hoped he would stay gone and never return.
You will meet alot of "younger sons" in your journey through military life--and life in general. They will be consumed with "riotous living"--sex, relationships, climbing to the top, fame, being the "best of the best.." (and let me say there is nothing wrong with being the best or striving for excellence, as long as it honors God) regardless of whom they have to avoid or step on....
Yet those "younger sons" will always come up empty....
But you will meet alot of "older brothers" too. This is the "I-told-you-so" crowd. This is also the "I've- never- been -the -slight- bit -disobedient- yet- you- never -do- anything- special- for- me" bunch. Their evil twin is the "Well, why don't you honor me" folks....
And we've all been there....many, many times. I know I have...and if you live long enough you may get the opportunity to become one of those kinds too....
Don't do it.....ever!
One of the kindest men I've ever known is a retired Four-Star Army General who once told a group of us, "I've gotten everything I've ever wanted out of life because I have always made sure that others get everything they have wanted out of life."
Jesus was less wordy when He said, "Greater Love has no man than this: That he lay down his life for his friends."
With that, I'll close. Serve the Lord fervently, serve this country passionately, and I know you will.
I'm here for you...always.
Right before he left for the "Army" I sent him this email. I found it a while ago, and felt like sharing it here:
_________________________________
The next six months will be some of the most challenging of your life--not to mention your spiritual experience. You will meet some wonderful people, and some not-so-wonderful people. God will use both groups to help you see as He sees, even though your vision will be limited.
But also remember that God does indeed look on the heart--and sees much more than we humans see when we scrutinize the "outward person."
Athleticism, physical fitness, physical prowess, sharp intellect, keen senses of humor--we humans tend to evaluate others by these artificial standards. Yet God evaluates people--made in His image--by their hearts. He evaluates them by their willingness to live holy and humbly before Him. God never turns the brokenhearted and contrite person away. Instead, He draws them close to Himself, and heals their wounds.
After we hung up last night the story of the Lost Sheep, the Lost Coin, and the Lost Son from Luke 15 weighed heavily on my heart. Particularly so in the latter parable, because there was more than one prodigal son. The "elder brother" who never left the farm was just as prodigal (if not more so) than the younger who spent his inheritance (which he had no right to ask for at the time) on "riotous living."
The "elder son" never realized that everything in his father's possession was there for the asking. When the younger son returned, the father threw a party---but the older son could only point the accusatory finger and say "that son of yours...." It sorta makes me wonder if the older son wasn't glad, after all, that the younger one had left--and worse yet, hoped he would stay gone and never return.
You will meet alot of "younger sons" in your journey through military life--and life in general. They will be consumed with "riotous living"--sex, relationships, climbing to the top, fame, being the "best of the best.." (and let me say there is nothing wrong with being the best or striving for excellence, as long as it honors God) regardless of whom they have to avoid or step on....
Yet those "younger sons" will always come up empty....
But you will meet alot of "older brothers" too. This is the "I-told-you-so" crowd. This is also the "I've- never- been -the -slight- bit -disobedient- yet- you- never -do- anything- special- for- me" bunch. Their evil twin is the "Well, why don't you honor me" folks....
And we've all been there....many, many times. I know I have...and if you live long enough you may get the opportunity to become one of those kinds too....
Don't do it.....ever!
One of the kindest men I've ever known is a retired Four-Star Army General who once told a group of us, "I've gotten everything I've ever wanted out of life because I have always made sure that others get everything they have wanted out of life."
Jesus was less wordy when He said, "Greater Love has no man than this: That he lay down his life for his friends."
With that, I'll close. Serve the Lord fervently, serve this country passionately, and I know you will.
I'm here for you...always.
Rules of the North
In all fairness, I wanted to collect these rule for the North....some of them are my own creation, and some of them were contributed by those who shall remain nameless.
1. Yes, we are developing stereotypes about you...
2. Biscuits are not a separate food group.
3. We do not have to eat GRAVY with everything...
4. It's not cold, you are just not insulated for our weather.
5. Grits? If I want to eat hominy, I'll chew it myself, thank you.
6. You lost the war, we won it. Get over it!
7. We can't understand a word you are saying...we don't think you are speaking in tongues, and besides you are scaring the children.
8. When you are told, "Don't travel because of the snow" you might want to listen...next time.
9. Yes, Starbucks are welcomed here..don't mess with it. Or we will MESS with you!
10. The word "marathon" does not mean an extra long church service.
11. Look, I asked where McDonald's is located, that doesn't mean I want your entire family history, while you are trying to remember where Mickey D's might be.
12. If you want to see your next birthday...or anyone else's, you will stop at the sign.
13. Vote early and vote often: Not a suggestion...A Commandment!
14. Alligator isn't a big snack commodity up here. Quit asking for it.
15. We spell "taters" with a "P"...as in Potato.
16. "Bagel" is not a long word...it's also not pronounced as two words.
17. Get to the point...I asked a simply question, and all I want is an answer...not a novel.
18. There are lots of things to see here...."The mall" wasn't what I had in mind.
19. You are in a traffic jam with 23, 432 other people on this mile. Stop crying, your mascara is running.
20. It is a shopping cart...not a "buggy."
What say ye?
1. Yes, we are developing stereotypes about you...
2. Biscuits are not a separate food group.
3. We do not have to eat GRAVY with everything...
4. It's not cold, you are just not insulated for our weather.
5. Grits? If I want to eat hominy, I'll chew it myself, thank you.
6. You lost the war, we won it. Get over it!
7. We can't understand a word you are saying...we don't think you are speaking in tongues, and besides you are scaring the children.
8. When you are told, "Don't travel because of the snow" you might want to listen...next time.
9. Yes, Starbucks are welcomed here..don't mess with it. Or we will MESS with you!
10. The word "marathon" does not mean an extra long church service.
11. Look, I asked where McDonald's is located, that doesn't mean I want your entire family history, while you are trying to remember where Mickey D's might be.
12. If you want to see your next birthday...or anyone else's, you will stop at the sign.
13. Vote early and vote often: Not a suggestion...A Commandment!
14. Alligator isn't a big snack commodity up here. Quit asking for it.
15. We spell "taters" with a "P"...as in Potato.
16. "Bagel" is not a long word...it's also not pronounced as two words.
17. Get to the point...I asked a simply question, and all I want is an answer...not a novel.
18. There are lots of things to see here...."The mall" wasn't what I had in mind.
19. You are in a traffic jam with 23, 432 other people on this mile. Stop crying, your mascara is running.
20. It is a shopping cart...not a "buggy."
What say ye?
Dangerously close...
I was fascinated with CNN's "The Situation Room" broadcast last night, featuring Senators Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama, and former North Carolina Senator John Edwards. The theme of the evening was "Faith and Politics." Soledad O'Brien moderated the discussion, which was more in the format of three 15-minute interviews, with each of the three special guests appearing one at a time on the platform.
It was a tremendously informative program--or at least I thought so.
What fascinated me was the way that each of the politicians handled questions about their own faith journey, and how "faith" informs public policy, and how "faith" would inform their public policies if they are elected to the Presidency of the United States.
I was particularly interested in Senator Clinton's response to the questions forwarded to her. She spoke of how she learned to pray as a child, and that prayer has always been an important part of her life. She assured the audience that she would have never survived all the "stuff" in her husband's administration--including his moral indiscretions--if it had not been for her relationship with God through prayer.
I am not one to judge Senator Clinton nor the other two guests on last night's program. Former Senator Edwards confessed how he grew up in the Southern Baptist Convention, strayed away from the Lord, and found his way back to Christ when his first son was killed several years ago. Senator Obama's "testimony" was less riveting, because he didn't talk about his "conversion."
Yet, as one who believes the Scriptures, and believes that Christ is the ONLY way to God the Father, and the Christ is the ONLY Saviour, I want to hear what these (and the other) political candidates have to say about "their faith."
I know many, many godly people who vote for the Democratic candidate--every election! I have ZERO reason to "question" or "doubt" their relationship with the Lord God. One of these leaders once lead a major conservative Pentecostal denomination. I've known the man personally for almost thirty years. He votes for the Democratic candidate...and I have no problem with it.
I'm grateful that CNN had the foresight to have this discussion on the air in the first place. I'm grateful that Senators Clinton, Obama, and Edwards were willing to share part of their lives and views that we might have not heard otherwise.
And regardless of whom is elected, we will need the Lord to help us in these great United States.
It was a tremendously informative program--or at least I thought so.
What fascinated me was the way that each of the politicians handled questions about their own faith journey, and how "faith" informs public policy, and how "faith" would inform their public policies if they are elected to the Presidency of the United States.
I was particularly interested in Senator Clinton's response to the questions forwarded to her. She spoke of how she learned to pray as a child, and that prayer has always been an important part of her life. She assured the audience that she would have never survived all the "stuff" in her husband's administration--including his moral indiscretions--if it had not been for her relationship with God through prayer.
I am not one to judge Senator Clinton nor the other two guests on last night's program. Former Senator Edwards confessed how he grew up in the Southern Baptist Convention, strayed away from the Lord, and found his way back to Christ when his first son was killed several years ago. Senator Obama's "testimony" was less riveting, because he didn't talk about his "conversion."
Yet, as one who believes the Scriptures, and believes that Christ is the ONLY way to God the Father, and the Christ is the ONLY Saviour, I want to hear what these (and the other) political candidates have to say about "their faith."
I know many, many godly people who vote for the Democratic candidate--every election! I have ZERO reason to "question" or "doubt" their relationship with the Lord God. One of these leaders once lead a major conservative Pentecostal denomination. I've known the man personally for almost thirty years. He votes for the Democratic candidate...and I have no problem with it.
I'm grateful that CNN had the foresight to have this discussion on the air in the first place. I'm grateful that Senators Clinton, Obama, and Edwards were willing to share part of their lives and views that we might have not heard otherwise.
And regardless of whom is elected, we will need the Lord to help us in these great United States.
Wounded people...God can bring healing to them.
I was invited to a cook-out last evening, hosted by one of my long-time friends from The Moody Church, where I am a regular parishioner...it was a fun evening.
And while I was there, I began thinking about "wounded people" who sit in local sanctuaries every week. And there are hundred of thousands, if not millions of them.
I know this is true. I've been one of them before. It's not a pretty sight.
Now, thank the Lord, I can honestly say that I am on the way to "healing" and health. It's certainly a process, and one that is never pain-free.
Almost two years ago I was wounded, and wasn't sure that I would ever "trust" again...even though I desperately wanted to...
The Moody Church has been a wonderful place of healing and wholeness for me. I have found people who are in love with God, with His Word, and with His people.
Of course The Moody Church isn't the only place people of this quality are found...but these folk are really, really special to me.
This congregation has always been a great "informational" and "evangelistic" place, and rightly so. But as we all know, the Gospel not only calls us to evangelism and information, but also to relationships. The whole of the New Testament emphasizes our relationships.
The most important relationship we will ever have is our connection to God the Father through His only Son, our Lord Jesus Christ by the power of His Holy Spirit. This relationship is the ONLY sound, solid foundation for all other relationships on earth, and particularly in the family of God.
But then, our relationships to other Christians--blood-bought, blood-washed, believers--is definitely important. The Scriptures tell us how important these relationships are now, and for eternity. We belong to one another. We need each other, and the world can see that we are HIS disciples by how we relate to one another (John 13:32-34).
Sadly enough, I've been places where the only value I had was when I was "doing something" for "the cause"--whatever the cause happened to be at the time. I even had one leader tell me that I was of "no value to this congregation" unless...and then he ticked off a list of things.
I'm thankful that God views us as valuable to Him.
I'm thankful that The Moody Church views me as a valuable part of the family. I love them dearly.
And while I was there, I began thinking about "wounded people" who sit in local sanctuaries every week. And there are hundred of thousands, if not millions of them.
I know this is true. I've been one of them before. It's not a pretty sight.
Now, thank the Lord, I can honestly say that I am on the way to "healing" and health. It's certainly a process, and one that is never pain-free.
Almost two years ago I was wounded, and wasn't sure that I would ever "trust" again...even though I desperately wanted to...
The Moody Church has been a wonderful place of healing and wholeness for me. I have found people who are in love with God, with His Word, and with His people.
Of course The Moody Church isn't the only place people of this quality are found...but these folk are really, really special to me.
This congregation has always been a great "informational" and "evangelistic" place, and rightly so. But as we all know, the Gospel not only calls us to evangelism and information, but also to relationships. The whole of the New Testament emphasizes our relationships.
The most important relationship we will ever have is our connection to God the Father through His only Son, our Lord Jesus Christ by the power of His Holy Spirit. This relationship is the ONLY sound, solid foundation for all other relationships on earth, and particularly in the family of God.
But then, our relationships to other Christians--blood-bought, blood-washed, believers--is definitely important. The Scriptures tell us how important these relationships are now, and for eternity. We belong to one another. We need each other, and the world can see that we are HIS disciples by how we relate to one another (John 13:32-34).
Sadly enough, I've been places where the only value I had was when I was "doing something" for "the cause"--whatever the cause happened to be at the time. I even had one leader tell me that I was of "no value to this congregation" unless...and then he ticked off a list of things.
I'm thankful that God views us as valuable to Him.
I'm thankful that The Moody Church views me as a valuable part of the family. I love them dearly.
There's always next year...CUBS' fans!
I'm a rather new convert to being a Chicago Cubs baseball fan...well, about 6.5 years ago at least...
I never was an Atlanta Braves fan, or a Baltimore Orioles fan (Don Bowdle, I know you are shocked to read those words..LOL). But, since I lived about 1 mile from Wrigley Field for almost four years, I did finally "see the light."
And it's always an on-coming train--or so it seems.
Like my friend Joe Misek says (www.joemisek.blogspot.com) "300 Million dollars can't buy what it used to buy..."
The Tribune Company (owners of the Chicago Cubs) spent a boat-load of cash this year to buy some decent "players" for their 100-year losing team...with some years, better than others.
And all these men, hmmmm...males...can do is fight. Friday is a prime example.
Two of the players were resigned to the fact they couldn't beat the Atlanta Brave (my Grandmother Fields FAVORITE baseball team, incidentally), so they decided to start pounding each other.
In the dugout...and later in the lockeroom....
What were these "boys" thinking? Did their testosterone levels hit an all-time high, or something?
And then the manager...Mr Lou himself--became the "Drama queen" of Wrigleyville on Saturday...what was HE thinking?
Now, when does this season end?
I never was an Atlanta Braves fan, or a Baltimore Orioles fan (Don Bowdle, I know you are shocked to read those words..LOL). But, since I lived about 1 mile from Wrigley Field for almost four years, I did finally "see the light."
And it's always an on-coming train--or so it seems.
Like my friend Joe Misek says (www.joemisek.blogspot.com) "300 Million dollars can't buy what it used to buy..."
The Tribune Company (owners of the Chicago Cubs) spent a boat-load of cash this year to buy some decent "players" for their 100-year losing team...with some years, better than others.
And all these men, hmmmm...males...can do is fight. Friday is a prime example.
Two of the players were resigned to the fact they couldn't beat the Atlanta Brave (my Grandmother Fields FAVORITE baseball team, incidentally), so they decided to start pounding each other.
In the dugout...and later in the lockeroom....
What were these "boys" thinking? Did their testosterone levels hit an all-time high, or something?
And then the manager...Mr Lou himself--became the "Drama queen" of Wrigleyville on Saturday...what was HE thinking?
Now, when does this season end?
He's Getting MARRIED...
I tried posting this one earlier, but for some reason it didn't take...
My good---great friend AARON KUGLIN is getting married!
I knew that something was up last week when he told me he was "seriously seeing someone..." and I kindly asked him to "keep me informed."
Monday morning, bright and early, I get a telephone call from Decatur, GA and the cheery voice said, "She's wearing a ring on her finger..."
I'm so happy for Aaron and Kristy, even though I've never met Kristy.
Aaron and I have been pals for almost seven years...and he is one of the sources of great joy in my life...He is a graduate of the Moody Bible Institute, and has been one of my very closest friends for a long time now.
I could say so much about him...but I won't...
At least not right now.
My good---great friend AARON KUGLIN is getting married!
I knew that something was up last week when he told me he was "seriously seeing someone..." and I kindly asked him to "keep me informed."
Monday morning, bright and early, I get a telephone call from Decatur, GA and the cheery voice said, "She's wearing a ring on her finger..."
I'm so happy for Aaron and Kristy, even though I've never met Kristy.
Aaron and I have been pals for almost seven years...and he is one of the sources of great joy in my life...He is a graduate of the Moody Bible Institute, and has been one of my very closest friends for a long time now.
I could say so much about him...but I won't...
At least not right now.
Rules of the South....
Someone posted this on a message board a while back. I'm a native Southerner...even though now I am happily transplanted in the North...aka YANKEE LAND....
I will neither confirm nor deny the "truthfulness" of any of these rules....but they are hilarious:
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RULES OF THE SOUTH
A friend just moved from Southern California to South Carolina and he e-mailed this. He said they gave it to him at the state line.
If you are going to live or visit in the South, you need to know these rules:
1. That farm boy you see at the gas station did MORE work before breakfast than you do all week at the gym.
2. It's called a "gravel road." No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Navigator. Drive it or get out of the way.
3. The red dirt -- it's called clay. Red clay. If you like the color, don't wash your car for a couple weeks -- it'll be permanent.
4. We all started hunting and fishing when we were seven years old. Yeah, we saw Bambi. We got over it.
5. Go ahead and bring your $600 Orvis Fly Rod. Don't cry to us if a flathead breaks it off at the handle. We have a name for those little 13-inch trout you fish for -- bait.
6. Pull your pants up. You look like an idiot.
7. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of mallards (ducks) are making their final approach, we will shoot it (the phone). You might want to insure it's not up to your ear at the time.
8. No, there's no "Vegetarian Special" on the menu. Order steak. Order it rare. Or, you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the two pounds of ham and turkey.
9. Tea - yeah, we have tea. It comes in a glass over ice and is really, really sweet. You want it hot -- sit it in the sun. You want it unsweetened -- add a LOT of water.
10. You bring Coke into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice.
11. So, you have a sixty thousand dollar car. We're real impressed. We have a quarter of a million-dollar combine (it's farm equipment) that we only use two weeks a year.
12. Let's get this straight. We have one stoplight in town. We stop when it's red. We may even stop when it's yellow.
13. We eat dinner together with our families. We pray before we eat yeah, even breakfast). We go to church on Wednesdays and Sundays and we go to high school football games on Friday nights. We still address our seniors with "yes, sir" and " yes, ma'am," and we sometimes still take Sunday drives around town to see friends and neighbors.
14. We don't do "hurry up" well.
15. Greens - yeah, we have greens, but you don't putt on them. You boil them with salty fatback, bacon or a ham hock.
16. Yeah, we eat catfish, bass, bream (pronounced brim) and carp. You really want sushi and caviar? It's available at the bait shop.
17. They are pigs. That's what they smell like (money). Get it -- pig farms -- income -- money? Get over it. Don't like the smell? Interstate 77 goes two ways .Interstate 20 goes the other two. Pick one.
18. Grits are corn. You put butter, salt, and maybe even some pepper on them. If you want to put milk and sugar on them, then you want Cream of Wheat -- go to Kansas. That would be I-20 west.
19. The "Opener" refers to the first day of deer r season or dove season. Both are holidays. You can get pancakes, cane syrup, and sausage before daylight at the church on either day.
20. So every person in every pickup waves? Yeah, it's called being friendly. Understand the concept?
21. Yeah, we have golf courses. Don't hit in the water hazards. It spooks the fish and bothers the gators...and if you hit it in the rough, we have these things called diamondbacks, and they're not baseball players.
22. That Highway Patrol Officer that just pulled you over for driving like an idiot...his name is "Sir," no matter how young he is.
23. We have lots of pine trees. They have sap. It drips from them. You park your Navigator under them, and they'll leave a logo on your hood.
24. You burn an American flag in our state, you get beat up. No questions. The liberal contingent of our state legislature -- all four of them -- enacted a measure to stop this. There is now a $2.50 fine for beating up the flag burner.
25. No, we don't care how you do things in California or up North. If it is so great, why not stay there?
26. And no, down here we don't have an accent, you do.
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I think most of them are pretty funny. And some of them are "gospel" truth too.
I will neither confirm nor deny the "truthfulness" of any of these rules....but they are hilarious:
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RULES OF THE SOUTH
A friend just moved from Southern California to South Carolina and he e-mailed this. He said they gave it to him at the state line.
If you are going to live or visit in the South, you need to know these rules:
1. That farm boy you see at the gas station did MORE work before breakfast than you do all week at the gym.
2. It's called a "gravel road." No matter how slow you drive, you're going to get dust on your Navigator. Drive it or get out of the way.
3. The red dirt -- it's called clay. Red clay. If you like the color, don't wash your car for a couple weeks -- it'll be permanent.
4. We all started hunting and fishing when we were seven years old. Yeah, we saw Bambi. We got over it.
5. Go ahead and bring your $600 Orvis Fly Rod. Don't cry to us if a flathead breaks it off at the handle. We have a name for those little 13-inch trout you fish for -- bait.
6. Pull your pants up. You look like an idiot.
7. If that cell phone rings while a bunch of mallards (ducks) are making their final approach, we will shoot it (the phone). You might want to insure it's not up to your ear at the time.
8. No, there's no "Vegetarian Special" on the menu. Order steak. Order it rare. Or, you can order the Chef's Salad and pick off the two pounds of ham and turkey.
9. Tea - yeah, we have tea. It comes in a glass over ice and is really, really sweet. You want it hot -- sit it in the sun. You want it unsweetened -- add a LOT of water.
10. You bring Coke into my house, it better be brown, wet, and served over ice.
11. So, you have a sixty thousand dollar car. We're real impressed. We have a quarter of a million-dollar combine (it's farm equipment) that we only use two weeks a year.
12. Let's get this straight. We have one stoplight in town. We stop when it's red. We may even stop when it's yellow.
13. We eat dinner together with our families. We pray before we eat yeah, even breakfast). We go to church on Wednesdays and Sundays and we go to high school football games on Friday nights. We still address our seniors with "yes, sir" and " yes, ma'am," and we sometimes still take Sunday drives around town to see friends and neighbors.
14. We don't do "hurry up" well.
15. Greens - yeah, we have greens, but you don't putt on them. You boil them with salty fatback, bacon or a ham hock.
16. Yeah, we eat catfish, bass, bream (pronounced brim) and carp. You really want sushi and caviar? It's available at the bait shop.
17. They are pigs. That's what they smell like (money). Get it -- pig farms -- income -- money? Get over it. Don't like the smell? Interstate 77 goes two ways .Interstate 20 goes the other two. Pick one.
18. Grits are corn. You put butter, salt, and maybe even some pepper on them. If you want to put milk and sugar on them, then you want Cream of Wheat -- go to Kansas. That would be I-20 west.
19. The "Opener" refers to the first day of deer r season or dove season. Both are holidays. You can get pancakes, cane syrup, and sausage before daylight at the church on either day.
20. So every person in every pickup waves? Yeah, it's called being friendly. Understand the concept?
21. Yeah, we have golf courses. Don't hit in the water hazards. It spooks the fish and bothers the gators...and if you hit it in the rough, we have these things called diamondbacks, and they're not baseball players.
22. That Highway Patrol Officer that just pulled you over for driving like an idiot...his name is "Sir," no matter how young he is.
23. We have lots of pine trees. They have sap. It drips from them. You park your Navigator under them, and they'll leave a logo on your hood.
24. You burn an American flag in our state, you get beat up. No questions. The liberal contingent of our state legislature -- all four of them -- enacted a measure to stop this. There is now a $2.50 fine for beating up the flag burner.
25. No, we don't care how you do things in California or up North. If it is so great, why not stay there?
26. And no, down here we don't have an accent, you do.
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I think most of them are pretty funny. And some of them are "gospel" truth too.
No ordinary "Joe"
at least I don't think so. My buddy Joe Misek has started blogging!
Here's his link:
http://joemisek.blogspot.com
Go visit my friend, and read about his life...his thoughts...his emotions, and tell him that PHIL sent you over! It will be a good visit.
For both of you.
Here's his link:
http://joemisek.blogspot.com
Go visit my friend, and read about his life...his thoughts...his emotions, and tell him that PHIL sent you over! It will be a good visit.
For both of you.
Does it ever slow down?
I'm just going to say it:
I'm exhausted!
In the last seven days I have:
Participated in two conferences (student matters) here at work;
Worked at two career/resource fairs (on my feet for at least 5 hours each);
Participated in a condo association board meeting;
Cleaned my house for potential buyers to view;
Worked in the new Facility of my local church, preparing for the dedication (www.moodychurch.org) 12 hours on Saturday, and 8 hours on Sunday;
Put in 40 hours worth of work in my office.
Where did my weekend go? I spent at least 20 hours out of 48 at the church--I was happy to do it, but I'm also glad that "dedication" is behind us.
My back hurts, my feet hurt, and I just feel drained.
And I'm not even married! And I don't have small children at home!
What is my problem?
I just don't seem to have the stamina nor the energy that I once had.
Oh well.....
I'm exhausted!
In the last seven days I have:
Participated in two conferences (student matters) here at work;
Worked at two career/resource fairs (on my feet for at least 5 hours each);
Participated in a condo association board meeting;
Cleaned my house for potential buyers to view;
Worked in the new Facility of my local church, preparing for the dedication (www.moodychurch.org) 12 hours on Saturday, and 8 hours on Sunday;
Put in 40 hours worth of work in my office.
Where did my weekend go? I spent at least 20 hours out of 48 at the church--I was happy to do it, but I'm also glad that "dedication" is behind us.
My back hurts, my feet hurt, and I just feel drained.
And I'm not even married! And I don't have small children at home!
What is my problem?
I just don't seem to have the stamina nor the energy that I once had.
Oh well.....
Earth's Loss and Heaven's Gain!
I just returned from a short lunch break and heard the awful news:
Dr Jerry Falwell, Pastor of the Thomas Road Baptist Church, Chancellor of Liberty University in Lynchburg, Virginia has gone to be with the Lord this morning.
He was found unconscious in his office. All efforts to revive him were unsuccessful.
I first met "Pastor Falwell" thirty plus years ago when he did a tour of the nation entitled "I LOVE AMERICA!" That was the very first time I heard Robbie Hiner and the "Sounds of Liberty"...it was a grand evening.
Dr Falwell pastored the same congregation that started in his living room more than 50 years ago.
I remember hearing him on the radio back when I was a teenager, with the half-hour program "The Old Time Gospel Hour"...I also remember the Sunday television program by the same name.
I didn't always agree with Dr Falwell on a variety of political issues. But I have always admired his bold stand for the power of the Gospel, the love of Jesus Christ, and our eternity with God for those who have trusted His Son.
This is a tremendously sad day for the Christian Church in the United States, and indeed around the world.
Let's remember his precious family in our prayers. That includes his large, loving church family as well.
Dr Jerry Falwell, Pastor of the Thomas Road Baptist Church, Chancellor of Liberty University in Lynchburg, Virginia has gone to be with the Lord this morning.
He was found unconscious in his office. All efforts to revive him were unsuccessful.
I first met "Pastor Falwell" thirty plus years ago when he did a tour of the nation entitled "I LOVE AMERICA!" That was the very first time I heard Robbie Hiner and the "Sounds of Liberty"...it was a grand evening.
Dr Falwell pastored the same congregation that started in his living room more than 50 years ago.
I remember hearing him on the radio back when I was a teenager, with the half-hour program "The Old Time Gospel Hour"...I also remember the Sunday television program by the same name.
I didn't always agree with Dr Falwell on a variety of political issues. But I have always admired his bold stand for the power of the Gospel, the love of Jesus Christ, and our eternity with God for those who have trusted His Son.
This is a tremendously sad day for the Christian Church in the United States, and indeed around the world.
Let's remember his precious family in our prayers. That includes his large, loving church family as well.
The First Commandment with A Promise...
Exodus 20 tells me to "Honor thy father and mother..."
Yesterday was Mother's Day--one of my two least favorite holidays in the whole year. The other "least favorite" will be Father's Day in a few weeks.
My parents abandoned me when I was a small baby, and for all intents and purposes dropped out of my life when it was convenient for them to do so.
My precious Grandmother Hoover raised me--and did one terrific job, if I must say so myself.
We were discussing this very issue in Sunday School yesterday: Honoring your parents.
This has plagued me for a long time. But it seems to have all "come together" yesterday. I don't "honor them" for their sake. I "honor them" for my sake. The promise of God is to me. The promise is that "it will be well with you all the days of your life." That is God's promise to me--for honoring those who "gave birth" to me.
And that's the "hard" part for me. Jodi (my biological mother) and I are friends. Very platonic friends. I'm happy with this arrangement, and it seems to work for me. I'm not sure how it works for her--and for the most part, I've not really cared how it works for her. There is no hatred nor animosity there--but there is a heavy load of indifference, on my part.
So how do I honor someone who abandoned me, and indirectly (sometimes directly) abused me when I needed them most?
What say ye?
Yesterday was Mother's Day--one of my two least favorite holidays in the whole year. The other "least favorite" will be Father's Day in a few weeks.
My parents abandoned me when I was a small baby, and for all intents and purposes dropped out of my life when it was convenient for them to do so.
My precious Grandmother Hoover raised me--and did one terrific job, if I must say so myself.
We were discussing this very issue in Sunday School yesterday: Honoring your parents.
This has plagued me for a long time. But it seems to have all "come together" yesterday. I don't "honor them" for their sake. I "honor them" for my sake. The promise of God is to me. The promise is that "it will be well with you all the days of your life." That is God's promise to me--for honoring those who "gave birth" to me.
And that's the "hard" part for me. Jodi (my biological mother) and I are friends. Very platonic friends. I'm happy with this arrangement, and it seems to work for me. I'm not sure how it works for her--and for the most part, I've not really cared how it works for her. There is no hatred nor animosity there--but there is a heavy load of indifference, on my part.
So how do I honor someone who abandoned me, and indirectly (sometimes directly) abused me when I needed them most?
What say ye?
The not-so-pretty part of King David
Read 1 Samuel 24 and 25.
We are studying the life of David in our Sunday School class. And so far, we've all liked (for the most part) what we've discovered about the second king of Israel. We've found a brave, proud, and loyal servant of the Lord. We've found a man who refuses to kill the same mad man who has tried to kill him on several occasions. We've found a young man who honors the Lord and the Lord's anointed--even at the risk of his own life.
But then we come to 1 Samuel 25. The story of David, Abigail, and Nabal.
There are some things that we know from this story:
1) Nabal is a rude, arrogant, and foolish man.
2) Abigail is a smart, wise, and diplomatic woman.
3) David is ready to kill a man, and his entire village--just because Nabal spoke rudely towards him.
David sends his men to tell Nabal, "Look, we've protected your sheep even though we didn't have to, and we've not harmed your shearers (even though we could have), and we are tired and hungry, and we want your food from your farm. Furthermore, we want it now." (my paraphrase and emphasis).
David had no right to "call in this favor." Sure, David was fleeing from Saul, and was running for his life: tired, exhausted, probably afraid and depressed.
David had witnessed the horror of Saul's murdering of an entire city of priests because they didn't cooperate with his scheme--or even knew anything about it. But now David was willing to wipe out an entire community--just because an arrogant farmer was rude to him.
It's truly amazing how much of SAUL is in David's heart. Gene Edwards' masterpiece A Tale of Three Kings truly assists us in understanding just how much "humanity" this soon-to-be-great King really possessed.
David is probably not 25 years old now, but he's bent on wiping out innocent people--just for giving him an answer he didn't like. How very, very like the man he would replace: King Saul.
So how much of "Saul" do I have in me?
What about you?
We are studying the life of David in our Sunday School class. And so far, we've all liked (for the most part) what we've discovered about the second king of Israel. We've found a brave, proud, and loyal servant of the Lord. We've found a man who refuses to kill the same mad man who has tried to kill him on several occasions. We've found a young man who honors the Lord and the Lord's anointed--even at the risk of his own life.
But then we come to 1 Samuel 25. The story of David, Abigail, and Nabal.
There are some things that we know from this story:
1) Nabal is a rude, arrogant, and foolish man.
2) Abigail is a smart, wise, and diplomatic woman.
3) David is ready to kill a man, and his entire village--just because Nabal spoke rudely towards him.
David sends his men to tell Nabal, "Look, we've protected your sheep even though we didn't have to, and we've not harmed your shearers (even though we could have), and we are tired and hungry, and we want your food from your farm. Furthermore, we want it now." (my paraphrase and emphasis).
David had no right to "call in this favor." Sure, David was fleeing from Saul, and was running for his life: tired, exhausted, probably afraid and depressed.
David had witnessed the horror of Saul's murdering of an entire city of priests because they didn't cooperate with his scheme--or even knew anything about it. But now David was willing to wipe out an entire community--just because an arrogant farmer was rude to him.
It's truly amazing how much of SAUL is in David's heart. Gene Edwards' masterpiece A Tale of Three Kings truly assists us in understanding just how much "humanity" this soon-to-be-great King really possessed.
David is probably not 25 years old now, but he's bent on wiping out innocent people--just for giving him an answer he didn't like. How very, very like the man he would replace: King Saul.
So how much of "Saul" do I have in me?
What about you?
If God is God, then Why?
My long-time friend, Dr Al Truesdale has written a marvelous, searching, probing book:
If God is God, then Why? Letters from New York City
This is a companion book to an earlier volume, If God is God, then Why? Letters from Oklahoma City written in the late 1990s, concerning the horrible bombing of the Murrow Federal Building in Oklahoma City.
Al, a retired theology professor, sensitively and compassionately answers many questions that everyone raises about the "goodness" and even the "severity" of God.
This fictional account of letters to a pastor addresses the unavoidable question: What kind of loving Father would allow the suffering of September 11, 2001?
We find the solution in the life, death, resurrection of Jesus Christ, God's only begotten Son.
While acknowledging the absolute sovereignty of God the Father, Truesdale doesn't run and hide behind that well-established fact. He grapples with some of the heart-wrenching questions that many have asked through the ages, and that many will continue to ask.
Let me encourage you to get both volumes.
Published by Beacon Hill Press, Kansas City, these two books will encourage you, enlighten your mind, and cause you to look deep within your own heart. These volumes will draw you into deep response for the suffering and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ.
If God is God, then Why? Letters from New York City
This is a companion book to an earlier volume, If God is God, then Why? Letters from Oklahoma City written in the late 1990s, concerning the horrible bombing of the Murrow Federal Building in Oklahoma City.
Al, a retired theology professor, sensitively and compassionately answers many questions that everyone raises about the "goodness" and even the "severity" of God.
This fictional account of letters to a pastor addresses the unavoidable question: What kind of loving Father would allow the suffering of September 11, 2001?
We find the solution in the life, death, resurrection of Jesus Christ, God's only begotten Son.
While acknowledging the absolute sovereignty of God the Father, Truesdale doesn't run and hide behind that well-established fact. He grapples with some of the heart-wrenching questions that many have asked through the ages, and that many will continue to ask.
Let me encourage you to get both volumes.
Published by Beacon Hill Press, Kansas City, these two books will encourage you, enlighten your mind, and cause you to look deep within your own heart. These volumes will draw you into deep response for the suffering and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ.
There's alot of truth to this...
I'm not sure who "authored"this--but it states exactly how many of us in the "silent majority" feel about the "undocumenteds" in this country:
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Let's say I break into your house.
A lady wrote the best letter in the Editorials in ages!!!
It explains things better than all the baloney you hear on TV.
Her point: Recently large demonstrations have taken place across the country protesting the fact that Congress is finally addressing the issue of illegal immigration. Certain people are angry that the US might protect its own borders, might make it harder to sneak into this country and, once here, to stay indefinitely.
Let me see if I correctly understand the thinking behind these protests.
Let's say I break into your house.
Let's say that when you discover me in your house, you insist that I leave. But I say, "I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and did the laundry and swept the floors. I've done all the things you don't like to do. I'm hard-working and honest (except for when I broke into your house).
According to the protesters:
You are required to let me stay in your house.
You are Required to add me to your family's insurance plan.
You are Required to Educate my kids.
You are Required to Provide other benefits to me & to my family (my husband will do all of your yard work because he is also hard-working and honest, except for that breaking in part).
If you try to call the police or force me out, I will call my friends who will picket your house carrying signs that proclaim my RIGHT to be there.
It's only fair, after all, because you have a nicer house than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm a hard-working and honest, person, except for well, you know, I did break into your house.
And what a deal it is for me!!!
I live in your house, contributing only a fraction of the cost of my keep, and there is nothing you can do about it without being accused of cold, uncaring, selfish, prejudiced, and bigoted behavior.
Oh yeah, I DEMAND that you learn MY LANGUAGE so you can communicate with me.
Why can't people see how ridiculous this is?!
Only in America .
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Let's say I break into your house.
A lady wrote the best letter in the Editorials in ages!!!
It explains things better than all the baloney you hear on TV.
Her point: Recently large demonstrations have taken place across the country protesting the fact that Congress is finally addressing the issue of illegal immigration. Certain people are angry that the US might protect its own borders, might make it harder to sneak into this country and, once here, to stay indefinitely.
Let me see if I correctly understand the thinking behind these protests.
Let's say I break into your house.
Let's say that when you discover me in your house, you insist that I leave. But I say, "I've made all the beds and washed the dishes and did the laundry and swept the floors. I've done all the things you don't like to do. I'm hard-working and honest (except for when I broke into your house).
According to the protesters:
You are required to let me stay in your house.
You are Required to add me to your family's insurance plan.
You are Required to Educate my kids.
You are Required to Provide other benefits to me & to my family (my husband will do all of your yard work because he is also hard-working and honest, except for that breaking in part).
If you try to call the police or force me out, I will call my friends who will picket your house carrying signs that proclaim my RIGHT to be there.
It's only fair, after all, because you have a nicer house than I do, and I'm just trying to better myself. I'm a hard-working and honest, person, except for well, you know, I did break into your house.
And what a deal it is for me!!!
I live in your house, contributing only a fraction of the cost of my keep, and there is nothing you can do about it without being accused of cold, uncaring, selfish, prejudiced, and bigoted behavior.
Oh yeah, I DEMAND that you learn MY LANGUAGE so you can communicate with me.
Why can't people see how ridiculous this is?!
Only in America .
Send them back! Do it now!
All of the "undocumented" (read ILLEGAL) folks in this country have decided that it is time to "march again for our rights..." As a matter of facts, they are doing it even as I am writing this post.
My first question is this:
If you are here "undocumented" then what "rights" do you suppose you have? You are breaking the laws of this free nation--and you have the gall to think you have "rights"?
The government of the United States of America needs to grow a spine and do something about the "undocumented" "illegals" in this country. And do it now...post haste!
As a taxpaying, law-abiding, citizen of this great land, I'm devoid of any patience where this issue is concerned. The rest of the taxpaying, law-abiding, citizenry (and documented immigrants) in this country have been "robbed" long enough.
Personally, I want every person who insists on not becoming part of this nation (and have come here illegally) to go back to wherever they have come from. We do not want you here--particularly so if you insist on breaking the laws of this land.
We want you to:
1) Come here legally. Wait your turn, and do it legally.
2) Learn to speak ENGLISH...not Spanglish, Polish, or Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics....ENGLISH....
3) Become a citizen of this nation. Start today...regardless of the cost. Either become an American, or find another nation in which to live.
4) Insist and demand that your children and family learn to speak English.
And for the legislators:
1) Grow a spine, for heaven's sake!
2) Enforce the laws of this land.
3) Refuse amnesty, guest worker programs, and anything else that will encourage people to break the laws of this land, and violate us as they have been doing for years.
My first question is this:
If you are here "undocumented" then what "rights" do you suppose you have? You are breaking the laws of this free nation--and you have the gall to think you have "rights"?
The government of the United States of America needs to grow a spine and do something about the "undocumented" "illegals" in this country. And do it now...post haste!
As a taxpaying, law-abiding, citizen of this great land, I'm devoid of any patience where this issue is concerned. The rest of the taxpaying, law-abiding, citizenry (and documented immigrants) in this country have been "robbed" long enough.
Personally, I want every person who insists on not becoming part of this nation (and have come here illegally) to go back to wherever they have come from. We do not want you here--particularly so if you insist on breaking the laws of this land.
We want you to:
1) Come here legally. Wait your turn, and do it legally.
2) Learn to speak ENGLISH...not Spanglish, Polish, or Ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics....ENGLISH....
3) Become a citizen of this nation. Start today...regardless of the cost. Either become an American, or find another nation in which to live.
4) Insist and demand that your children and family learn to speak English.
And for the legislators:
1) Grow a spine, for heaven's sake!
2) Enforce the laws of this land.
3) Refuse amnesty, guest worker programs, and anything else that will encourage people to break the laws of this land, and violate us as they have been doing for years.
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