I am a huge fan of Cynthia Clawson's music and ministry. Here's the last song from a recording titled, "The Way I Feel" released in 1978--thirty years ago:
A simple gift is all I have to bring to Him
To sing to Him, my love song.
To share as best I can about His blessing every day
How He hears me when I pray,
and He never turns away,
To use the very voice He gave to praise Him thankfully,
To put in words the way I feel and what He means to me:
When it's "spring" in my heart,
My Lord's the season,
And love's the easiest part,
He's the reason!
Whenever the sounds that often surround me
fall like sadness on my ears
I close my eyes till I hear HIS MUSIC.
When I'm lost and afraid,
My Lord's beside me
And though my direction has strayed
He will guide me.
Whenever I chance to dance to the piper
Who only brings me tears,
I look to Jesus and hear HIS MUSIC.
His music is the truest love song ever sung
It's for everyone, all children, old and young.
And if I reach a hundred I know there will never be another melody,
that's like the one HE sings to me.
For when I'm in the day
My Lord's the sunrise
For there's no clouds in the way
He's the strong and gentle wind,
And I'm so glad that He has given me
Much more than wealth or fame
He's called me by His name
And that's why I proclaim
The message of His grace....
Through HIS MUSIC!
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Cynthia has this to say about "His Music":
George (Gagliardi) said he wanted to write a song to help me express how I felt about singing "His Music." I am grateful to have a friend who understands--I remember George had just snashed his finger in the car door and was really in pain. But he wanted to play this song for me. He played the right hand and sang--I played the left hand and wept. Black and white keys, red stains, friends clustered around a studio piano sharing "the way I feel and what He means to me."
I've been a fan of Cynthia's music for many years...and I feel like weeping tears of great worship every time I hear this particular song.
Let it minister to you. Visit her website...www.cynthiaclawson.com
Dear Senator McCain...
Dear Senator McCain,
Congratulations on winning the nomination of the Republican Party for the Presidency of the United States. I have every intention of voting for you in November. You were my choice for the GOP nomination in 2000, before you were "hi-jacked" and "side-swiped" by all the "Bushies" that were running rampant across the country.
Right now, Senator, it looks like the General Election is yours to lose. But, please don't. I'm not sure I would be able to hold my head up if we get another "on-the-job training" President--a "President Obama". We have already had the "OJT" President, and he's about to return to Crawford, Texas. And not a moment too soon.
I applaud you for your wonderful service to this country. Your years as a Marine, as a congressional representative, and as a United States Senator give you far superior experience to either of the Democratic potentials for the Oval Office. While I admire Senator Clinton's knowledge, tenacity and ability, I admire yours even more. You have my vote...
Unless you royally screw it up between now and the General Election.
I don't anticipate you doing that.
Senator, we have lots of problems in this nation...and the Iraq War is only a tip of the iceberg. Our infrastructure is pretty much in shambles. Our national debts and deficits are absolutely INSANE and UNCONSCIONABLE (except to the Bush Administration, of course). Our obligations to our military personnel must be met...and without delay, or bureaucratic boggling.
I know and trust your ability to help us "wade" through these issues.
Please pick someone as your running mate who will actually listen to the nation....unlike the current Vice President. No one says that "political leaders" have to "agree" with everything. As we all know, the "Richter scale" of public opinion is fickle at best. But those same elected leaders must be willing to "hear" and "listen"---or at least give us a believable pretense of listening.
The current administration hasn't even pretended to "listen." Sad, indeed
Senator McCain, I will be proud to call you "President McCain." Good luck, and God bless you.
Congratulations on winning the nomination of the Republican Party for the Presidency of the United States. I have every intention of voting for you in November. You were my choice for the GOP nomination in 2000, before you were "hi-jacked" and "side-swiped" by all the "Bushies" that were running rampant across the country.
Right now, Senator, it looks like the General Election is yours to lose. But, please don't. I'm not sure I would be able to hold my head up if we get another "on-the-job training" President--a "President Obama". We have already had the "OJT" President, and he's about to return to Crawford, Texas. And not a moment too soon.
I applaud you for your wonderful service to this country. Your years as a Marine, as a congressional representative, and as a United States Senator give you far superior experience to either of the Democratic potentials for the Oval Office. While I admire Senator Clinton's knowledge, tenacity and ability, I admire yours even more. You have my vote...
Unless you royally screw it up between now and the General Election.
I don't anticipate you doing that.
Senator, we have lots of problems in this nation...and the Iraq War is only a tip of the iceberg. Our infrastructure is pretty much in shambles. Our national debts and deficits are absolutely INSANE and UNCONSCIONABLE (except to the Bush Administration, of course). Our obligations to our military personnel must be met...and without delay, or bureaucratic boggling.
I know and trust your ability to help us "wade" through these issues.
Please pick someone as your running mate who will actually listen to the nation....unlike the current Vice President. No one says that "political leaders" have to "agree" with everything. As we all know, the "Richter scale" of public opinion is fickle at best. But those same elected leaders must be willing to "hear" and "listen"---or at least give us a believable pretense of listening.
The current administration hasn't even pretended to "listen." Sad, indeed
Senator McCain, I will be proud to call you "President McCain." Good luck, and God bless you.
Welcome Home, Paul!
One of my "real life heroes" "Major" Paul has safely returned from his tour of duty in Iraq! I got the text message from his wife very early this morning--about 1:45 a.m. (CST).
God heard my prayers and pleas for Paul's safe return. He is a wonderful, godly man who loves people, loves his country, and loves his Saviour, Jesus Christ. He continually inspires and encourages my heart.
Almost a year ago, I found myself crying out to God on Paul's behalf--for his safety, for his family, and for his tour of duty in the troubled land of Iraq. While Paul was anxious to go "to the front lines", most of his friends and family were less excited about his departure. I've kept all the emails that I was fortunate enough to receive from him during his time in the Middle East.
"Major" Paul continues to amaze me, and inspire me with his devotion to God and country.
In the borrowed words of Ty Pennington (somewhat less of a hero, but famous nonetheless), "There's only one thing left to say: Welcome home, Major...welcome home!"
God heard my prayers and pleas for Paul's safe return. He is a wonderful, godly man who loves people, loves his country, and loves his Saviour, Jesus Christ. He continually inspires and encourages my heart.
Almost a year ago, I found myself crying out to God on Paul's behalf--for his safety, for his family, and for his tour of duty in the troubled land of Iraq. While Paul was anxious to go "to the front lines", most of his friends and family were less excited about his departure. I've kept all the emails that I was fortunate enough to receive from him during his time in the Middle East.
"Major" Paul continues to amaze me, and inspire me with his devotion to God and country.
In the borrowed words of Ty Pennington (somewhat less of a hero, but famous nonetheless), "There's only one thing left to say: Welcome home, Major...welcome home!"
"Getting on with life..."
My wonderful friend and mentor, Dr R Hollis Gause, and I were chatting on our cell phones for a good while on Saturday night. This was the first time in a very long time that Brother G and I had the opportunity to just "talk about stuff" without alot of time constraints. It was so good for me, and very refreshing as well.
Even though he has known me for many years, I had the opportunity to share alot of the "personal pain" from my early childhood years--much of which he had no knowledge. Being the marvelously attentive listener that he is, Dr Gause demonstrated his wonderfully pastoral/fathering heart during the course of our conversation.
Afterwards, I realized just how much God has brought me through over the years. Even with the pain of an absentee father, a horrible mother, and abjecct poverty, God still brought me through it all! And now, many years later, I see just where I could have been, had it not been for the mercy and grace of our Lord!
On more than one occasion I have been reminded that love and mercy of Christ is far greater and more powerful than the "temporary" and "light afflictions" of this life.
Praise His holy name!
Even though he has known me for many years, I had the opportunity to share alot of the "personal pain" from my early childhood years--much of which he had no knowledge. Being the marvelously attentive listener that he is, Dr Gause demonstrated his wonderfully pastoral/fathering heart during the course of our conversation.
Afterwards, I realized just how much God has brought me through over the years. Even with the pain of an absentee father, a horrible mother, and abjecct poverty, God still brought me through it all! And now, many years later, I see just where I could have been, had it not been for the mercy and grace of our Lord!
On more than one occasion I have been reminded that love and mercy of Christ is far greater and more powerful than the "temporary" and "light afflictions" of this life.
Praise His holy name!
Four thousand and counting...
According to the recent reports from the United States Department of Defense, more than 4000 service personnel have now given their lives in the Iraq war. On March 19, 2008 the world marked the fifth anniversary of the invasion of Iraq by the United States and a small group of allies.
Now more than five years later, the United States is:
1) Engaged in a very heavy Presidential Election process
2) Engaged in the debate as to whether we should withdraw from Iraq and
3) Engaged in the lives of men and women who have so bravely served this nation in the military uniform.
From those FOUR THOUSAND men and women who have died in this war, 98% of them are men, 75% of them have been caucasians, and only 9% of them have been military officers. New York City has experienced more loss than any other city in the USA where military service personnel have called home.
I have two very, very dear brothers (not blood-related) who are currently serving in Iraq. Not a day goes by that I am not praying for their safety and protection.
I am praying for a very peaceful resolution of this awful situation.
May the Lord grant us His favor and peace.
Now more than five years later, the United States is:
1) Engaged in a very heavy Presidential Election process
2) Engaged in the debate as to whether we should withdraw from Iraq and
3) Engaged in the lives of men and women who have so bravely served this nation in the military uniform.
From those FOUR THOUSAND men and women who have died in this war, 98% of them are men, 75% of them have been caucasians, and only 9% of them have been military officers. New York City has experienced more loss than any other city in the USA where military service personnel have called home.
I have two very, very dear brothers (not blood-related) who are currently serving in Iraq. Not a day goes by that I am not praying for their safety and protection.
I am praying for a very peaceful resolution of this awful situation.
May the Lord grant us His favor and peace.
Oprah's BIGGIVE...could you do it?
Here's the scenario:
You are placed in a large city, where you are mostly unfamiliar with your surroundings. You are handed $100,000.00 (that's one hundred thousand dollars). You must spend it all within 24 hours. You can use any of it on yourself or your family.
You must:
1) Not give any recipient cash.
2) Not spend more than $500 on any one person's needs.
3) Not spend more than $10,000 at any one establishment.
4) Use this money to "enhance" or "better" the situation for someone, or a group of "someones."
Could you do it? You have 24 hours.....
What is your plan?
You are placed in a large city, where you are mostly unfamiliar with your surroundings. You are handed $100,000.00 (that's one hundred thousand dollars). You must spend it all within 24 hours. You can use any of it on yourself or your family.
You must:
1) Not give any recipient cash.
2) Not spend more than $500 on any one person's needs.
3) Not spend more than $10,000 at any one establishment.
4) Use this money to "enhance" or "better" the situation for someone, or a group of "someones."
Could you do it? You have 24 hours.....
What is your plan?
"Precious in the sight of the Lord" Dr Charles W Conn goes to glory!
Church of God officials, members, and friends are mourning the passing of Dr Charles W Conn, who was promoted to glory last night!
A prolific author, tremendous preacher, able administrator, and doting father/grandfather/great-grand father, Brother Conn was a genuine "original." I first became aware of this "giant" of a man when I was a teenager, and someone gave me a copy of Like A Mighty Army, his seminal volume on the history of the Church of God. Years later, I would have the opportunity to tell him personally how much I appreciated his views on early Pentecostal history. I remember Dr Conn and his Edna coming to the Pentecostal World Conference in Oslo, Norway in 1992. What a treat it was to see them.
Known as an able pastor, and better yet, as the father of twelve children, Brother Conn, brought his many gifts and abilities to bear on the Church of God, and Lee College (now University) in particular. From 1970-1982, he was the very able president of this fine institute (of which I am a staunchly proud alum). He served the Church of God as state overseer, headquarters official, General Overseer, Pastor, College President, and prolific historian and author. I have several of his books in my personal library. I often re-read "The Anatomy of Evil" and the "Rudder and the Rock" when I need to be informed and encouraged.
His son, Dr Charles Paul Conn, (the current president of Lee University) is one of my heroes. When I last visited Cleveland TN, I had the wonderful opportunity to chat with Dr Paul, and his wife Darlia. I will always remember his words, "Well Phil, the 'Brother Conn' that you knew and loved isn't with us anymore...he's in his own little world right now." Alluding to his father's bout with Alzheimer's I could see the pain and sorrow in my good friend over the condition of his father.
The Scriptures tell us that the "death of a saint of God" is precious in the sight of the Lord. While this will be a very painful (though expected) loss for the Conn family, in time it will become a very precious gift to them.
Dr Charles was preceded in death by his wonderful wife Edna, and some of their children.
A prolific author, tremendous preacher, able administrator, and doting father/grandfather/great-grand father, Brother Conn was a genuine "original." I first became aware of this "giant" of a man when I was a teenager, and someone gave me a copy of Like A Mighty Army, his seminal volume on the history of the Church of God. Years later, I would have the opportunity to tell him personally how much I appreciated his views on early Pentecostal history. I remember Dr Conn and his Edna coming to the Pentecostal World Conference in Oslo, Norway in 1992. What a treat it was to see them.
Known as an able pastor, and better yet, as the father of twelve children, Brother Conn, brought his many gifts and abilities to bear on the Church of God, and Lee College (now University) in particular. From 1970-1982, he was the very able president of this fine institute (of which I am a staunchly proud alum). He served the Church of God as state overseer, headquarters official, General Overseer, Pastor, College President, and prolific historian and author. I have several of his books in my personal library. I often re-read "The Anatomy of Evil" and the "Rudder and the Rock" when I need to be informed and encouraged.
His son, Dr Charles Paul Conn, (the current president of Lee University) is one of my heroes. When I last visited Cleveland TN, I had the wonderful opportunity to chat with Dr Paul, and his wife Darlia. I will always remember his words, "Well Phil, the 'Brother Conn' that you knew and loved isn't with us anymore...he's in his own little world right now." Alluding to his father's bout with Alzheimer's I could see the pain and sorrow in my good friend over the condition of his father.
The Scriptures tell us that the "death of a saint of God" is precious in the sight of the Lord. While this will be a very painful (though expected) loss for the Conn family, in time it will become a very precious gift to them.
Dr Charles was preceded in death by his wonderful wife Edna, and some of their children.
Dick Cheney is on DRUGS!
From 1989-1993 I was one of then-Secretary Dick Cheney's biggest fans! He was a marvelous leader of the Pentagon.
My, how times have changed him. He has been one of the absolute WORST Vice President's of my life time. He made unspeakably horrible assumptions about the "Iraq invasion"--telling MEET THE PRESS host Tim Russert that our troops would be "welcomed as liberators"....How wrong he was!
Now he has the audacity to say that our "mission in Iraq" has been a success.
Tell that to the families of 3,987 military personnel who will never share another day with their families. Tell that to the grieving husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, and friends.
Mr Cheney, I can hardly wait for you to leave office, and get out of Washington! The sooner, the better.
My, how times have changed him. He has been one of the absolute WORST Vice President's of my life time. He made unspeakably horrible assumptions about the "Iraq invasion"--telling MEET THE PRESS host Tim Russert that our troops would be "welcomed as liberators"....How wrong he was!
Now he has the audacity to say that our "mission in Iraq" has been a success.
Tell that to the families of 3,987 military personnel who will never share another day with their families. Tell that to the grieving husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, and friends.
Mr Cheney, I can hardly wait for you to leave office, and get out of Washington! The sooner, the better.
The Funniest people on RADIO
For years, I have listened faithfully to "Car Talk" with my never-have-met friends, Click and Clack....not their real names of course.
http://www.cartalk.com/menus/show.html
Very few people in the "broadcasting world" make me laugh as much, and as hard, as these two characters. I never drive...and as a matter of fact, I hate driving! Being behind the steering wheel makes me very nervous....honestly, it does!
But I absolutely will not miss "Car Talk" if I can help it. I laugh at these two for the entire hour! Listening to their recitation of the closing "credits" is worth the effort. National Public Radio got a real "winner" when they brought this show on board.
Listen at least once...you'll love it. I promise!
http://www.cartalk.com/menus/show.html
Very few people in the "broadcasting world" make me laugh as much, and as hard, as these two characters. I never drive...and as a matter of fact, I hate driving! Being behind the steering wheel makes me very nervous....honestly, it does!
But I absolutely will not miss "Car Talk" if I can help it. I laugh at these two for the entire hour! Listening to their recitation of the closing "credits" is worth the effort. National Public Radio got a real "winner" when they brought this show on board.
Listen at least once...you'll love it. I promise!
Manifold Thanks..."the day after"...
Okay, Okay...I lived through the big "46th" birthday. Everyone in my workplace was very gracious to me. I want to publicly thank my immediate supervisor, Peter Pauletti (Director of Admissions) for taking me to lunch. He is a joy to work with and for.
And in no particular order, I want to thank the following people for their greetings, and other forms of "good wishes" on my birthday:
Jim M
Rod
David
Larry
Gina
Dianne
Mark
Phil P
Jim P
Ed
Mitch and Lisa
Aaron and Kristy
Dr Gause
"Dadda" (I know who he is...LOL)
Debbie
Anita
Craig
Eddie
Peter
KariJay
Jonathan
Ken
Mary
Michael
Charles
Arick
Jane and Jim
Marti
Anthony
Joan
Frances
Fay and Ray
And all the others...
I just went "all out" for my birthday celebration. I left work a bit early, went home, and had a magnificent dinner: some unsalted cashews (straight from the can), and a couple glasses of caffeine free Ginger Ale.
Yep, me...the big-time spender....so I don't have to worry about this type of "drama" for another 364 days...
And in no particular order, I want to thank the following people for their greetings, and other forms of "good wishes" on my birthday:
Jim M
Rod
David
Larry
Gina
Dianne
Mark
Phil P
Jim P
Ed
Mitch and Lisa
Aaron and Kristy
Dr Gause
"Dadda" (I know who he is...LOL)
Debbie
Anita
Craig
Eddie
Peter
KariJay
Jonathan
Ken
Mary
Michael
Charles
Arick
Jane and Jim
Marti
Anthony
Joan
Frances
Fay and Ray
And all the others...
I just went "all out" for my birthday celebration. I left work a bit early, went home, and had a magnificent dinner: some unsalted cashews (straight from the can), and a couple glasses of caffeine free Ginger Ale.
Yep, me...the big-time spender....so I don't have to worry about this type of "drama" for another 364 days...
"Sixteen things"
I'm not sure where I found this one (many years ago), but here it is:
Sixteen Things it took me 46 years to learn:
1. You will never find anyone who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.
2. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at the moment.
3. The most powerful force in the universe is gossip.
4. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic statusor ethnic background is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.
5. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday.That time is age _____.
6. There is a VERY FINE line between "hobby" and"mental illness."
7. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
8. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, it's full potential, that word would be"MEETINGS."
9. The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to annoy people who are not in them.
10. If there really is a God who created the entire universe with all of its glories, and He decides to deliver a message to humanity, He WILL NOT USE, as His messenger, a person on cable TV with a bad hairstyle.
11. You should not confuse your life with your career.
12. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter is NOT a nice person.
13. NO matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.
14. When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, THAT INDIVIDUAL IS CRAZY.
15. Your friends love you, anyway.
16. Nobody cares if you can't dance well...Just get up and dance.
Sixteen Things it took me 46 years to learn:
1. You will never find anyone who can give you a clear and compelling reason why we observe daylight savings time.
2. You should never say anything to a woman that even remotely suggests you think she's pregnant unless you can see an actual baby emerging from her at the moment.
3. The most powerful force in the universe is gossip.
4. The one thing that unites all human beings, regardless of age, gender, religion, economic statusor ethnic background is that, deep down inside, we ALL believe that we are above average drivers.
5. There comes a time when you should stop expecting other people to make a big deal about your birthday.That time is age _____.
6. There is a VERY FINE line between "hobby" and"mental illness."
7. People who want to share their religious views with you almost never want you to share yours with them.
8. If you had to identify, in one word, the reason why the human race has not achieved, and never will achieve, it's full potential, that word would be"MEETINGS."
9. The main accomplishment of almost all organized protests is to annoy people who are not in them.
10. If there really is a God who created the entire universe with all of its glories, and He decides to deliver a message to humanity, He WILL NOT USE, as His messenger, a person on cable TV with a bad hairstyle.
11. You should not confuse your life with your career.
12. A person who is nice to you, but rude to the waiter is NOT a nice person.
13. NO matter what happens, somebody will find a way to take it too seriously.
14. When trouble arises and things look bad, there is always one individual who perceives a solution and is willing to take command. Very often, THAT INDIVIDUAL IS CRAZY.
15. Your friends love you, anyway.
16. Nobody cares if you can't dance well...Just get up and dance.
Forty-Six.....that sounds really old!
Tomorrow, March 13th, is my forty-sixth birthday....
I'm not sure how I feel about this one. My fortieth was very traumatic, and thanks to my innate acting abilities, very dramatic. The only people more glad to see #40 pass than myself were all my friends who were tired of the whining, moaning, and theatrics that I put them through, leading up to the fateful day. I took the "fortieth" really hard, to say the least...cried for three months leading up to it....ate lots of chocolate cake, and went to bed early that night...
Tomorrow's will not be anywhere near that "dramatic." One of my closest buds, Mark Brucato, has already told me, "Tomorrow has enough troubles of its' own." Fine time to start quoting scriptures to me, huh?
I have the very best friends on the planet. These people mean the world to me. I am Exhibit A that no man "is an island." Everything good thing that I may have received, or become, or contribute is due to all the wonderful people who have loved me, nurtured me, corrected me, laughed and cried with me, and have embraced me--so much that I truly haven't deserved--but am profoundly and profusely thankful that it was so.
A verse that I used often when I was in college and then in the Air Force seems very appropriate today: "Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13).
For all those people who have "laid down their life" for me over the last many years, I am eternally indebted. I will do my best to "repay."
I'm not sure how I feel about this one. My fortieth was very traumatic, and thanks to my innate acting abilities, very dramatic. The only people more glad to see #40 pass than myself were all my friends who were tired of the whining, moaning, and theatrics that I put them through, leading up to the fateful day. I took the "fortieth" really hard, to say the least...cried for three months leading up to it....ate lots of chocolate cake, and went to bed early that night...
Tomorrow's will not be anywhere near that "dramatic." One of my closest buds, Mark Brucato, has already told me, "Tomorrow has enough troubles of its' own." Fine time to start quoting scriptures to me, huh?
I have the very best friends on the planet. These people mean the world to me. I am Exhibit A that no man "is an island." Everything good thing that I may have received, or become, or contribute is due to all the wonderful people who have loved me, nurtured me, corrected me, laughed and cried with me, and have embraced me--so much that I truly haven't deserved--but am profoundly and profusely thankful that it was so.
A verse that I used often when I was in college and then in the Air Force seems very appropriate today: "Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13).
For all those people who have "laid down their life" for me over the last many years, I am eternally indebted. I will do my best to "repay."
"Father" issues.....
I've not posted for a while, and for those of you who like to read SOMETHING TO CONSIDER, I beg your forgiveness.
It's been a tough few weeks for me. The demands of work have been somewhat crazy, and I've not been particularly inspired to write a whole lot anyway.
My parents divorced when I was just a baby. I was later abandoned by both parents, and was rescued by my paternal grandparents. My father never, never played any type of active role in my life...
And thus...the "father" issues. Even though I will be 46 years old in a few days, I still feel like I was robbed...Cheated....abandoned.
Even though I've been a follower of Christ since my earliest years, I've always felt the "emptiness" of not having a "father" who loves me, cherishes me, and deeply cares for me. I know my Heavenly Father does...and that's not really the issue in my life.
I've not seen or had any communication with Bobby Hoover in almost 16 years. The last time I saw his face was at his mother's funeral....the woman who loved and raised me when her son refused to carry out his responsibilities.
I never learned to toss a football, dribble a basketball, or even hit a softball--all things my father should have taught me. I never learned what it would mean to be a "man"---mainly because the "important" men in my life (or those who should have been important in my life) were absentees....dropping in and out at their own convenience.
I'm not sure that I have ever learned what it means to be a "man"...except what I've learned in my military service, my seminary training, and from watching those "men" who have become such important people in my life.
Father's Day is always a hard holiday for me. For a long time I hated it...now I just tolerate it...and keep moving on with life. I've never married, and sometimes I wonder why. I don't know if it was something subconscious that warned me that I would be "no better" than my own parents...but I've never pursued marriage.
So yes, there are "father issues" in my life. But I am glad that my Heavenly Father is nothing like my biological one. And I'm also glad the Heavenly Father has given me lots of "fathers" who care about me, encourage me, instruct me, and love me....
It's been a tough few weeks for me. The demands of work have been somewhat crazy, and I've not been particularly inspired to write a whole lot anyway.
My parents divorced when I was just a baby. I was later abandoned by both parents, and was rescued by my paternal grandparents. My father never, never played any type of active role in my life...
And thus...the "father" issues. Even though I will be 46 years old in a few days, I still feel like I was robbed...Cheated....abandoned.
Even though I've been a follower of Christ since my earliest years, I've always felt the "emptiness" of not having a "father" who loves me, cherishes me, and deeply cares for me. I know my Heavenly Father does...and that's not really the issue in my life.
I've not seen or had any communication with Bobby Hoover in almost 16 years. The last time I saw his face was at his mother's funeral....the woman who loved and raised me when her son refused to carry out his responsibilities.
I never learned to toss a football, dribble a basketball, or even hit a softball--all things my father should have taught me. I never learned what it would mean to be a "man"---mainly because the "important" men in my life (or those who should have been important in my life) were absentees....dropping in and out at their own convenience.
I'm not sure that I have ever learned what it means to be a "man"...except what I've learned in my military service, my seminary training, and from watching those "men" who have become such important people in my life.
Father's Day is always a hard holiday for me. For a long time I hated it...now I just tolerate it...and keep moving on with life. I've never married, and sometimes I wonder why. I don't know if it was something subconscious that warned me that I would be "no better" than my own parents...but I've never pursued marriage.
So yes, there are "father issues" in my life. But I am glad that my Heavenly Father is nothing like my biological one. And I'm also glad the Heavenly Father has given me lots of "fathers" who care about me, encourage me, instruct me, and love me....
Some things to "consider"....
More than 20 years, a wonderful colleague gave me a neat little book, Ginger Snaps: Fun Thoughts on Life and I want to share some of these "gems" with you:
Hot heads and cold hearts never solved anything.
To err is human, but it takes a better excuse next time.
You can't shake hands with a clinched fist.
There is no reward for finding fault.
Summer is when kids slam the doors they left open all winter.
Courage is the power to let go of the familiar.
Any town is a delightful place if you are a delightful person.
Never confuse motion with action.
Time isn't your enemy unless you try to kill it.
Never cut what you can untie.
Don't put off until tomorrow what you can at overtime rates today.
Hot heads and cold hearts never solved anything.
To err is human, but it takes a better excuse next time.
You can't shake hands with a clinched fist.
There is no reward for finding fault.
Summer is when kids slam the doors they left open all winter.
Courage is the power to let go of the familiar.
Any town is a delightful place if you are a delightful person.
Never confuse motion with action.
Time isn't your enemy unless you try to kill it.
Never cut what you can untie.
Don't put off until tomorrow what you can at overtime rates today.
Here's the "chance of a lifetime"....LOL
The new owner of the TRIBUNE COMPANY, bazillionaire Sam Zell, announced recently that he would entertaining selling not one, but TWO icons of the city of Chicago:
The Chicago Cubs
Wrigley Field
Mr Zell bought the Tribune Company back in December, and immediately started his "renovations" of the newly-acquired, vast empire.
I just cannot imagine WRIGLEY FIELD being called anything else. But Zell has already said that he would gladly sell the "renaming rights" to the Friendly Confines.
Well, Bully for him!
And since the Cubs haven't won a World Series in 100 years...how could he possibly put them on the auction block as well?
If he does sell the Cubs, and that team leaves the Windy City, I would support a public flogging on the Magnificent Mile for Mr. Zell.
The Chicago Cubs
Wrigley Field
Mr Zell bought the Tribune Company back in December, and immediately started his "renovations" of the newly-acquired, vast empire.
I just cannot imagine WRIGLEY FIELD being called anything else. But Zell has already said that he would gladly sell the "renaming rights" to the Friendly Confines.
Well, Bully for him!
And since the Cubs haven't won a World Series in 100 years...how could he possibly put them on the auction block as well?
If he does sell the Cubs, and that team leaves the Windy City, I would support a public flogging on the Magnificent Mile for Mr. Zell.
Love this music!
The ministry of Cynthia Clawson's music has enriched my life for many, many years. Right now I have one of her CDs (from the early 1980s) playing on my computer in the office--"You're Welcome Here".....
Few people communicate with the brilliance, balance, and grace that Cynthia does. She can sing just about anything.
Check out her website:
www.cynthiaclawson.com
All of her music is just beyond fabulous!
Few people communicate with the brilliance, balance, and grace that Cynthia does. She can sing just about anything.
Check out her website:
www.cynthiaclawson.com
All of her music is just beyond fabulous!
One of my favorites...
One of the very first songs that I learned as a child was this precious, precious hymn of the Church:
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
That calls me from a world of care,
And bids me at my Father’s throne
Make all my wants and wishes known.
In seasons of distress and grief,
My soul has often found relief
And oft escaped the tempter’s snare
By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
Of those whose anxious spirits burn
With strong desires for thy return!
With such I hasten to the place
Where God my Savior shows His face,
And gladly take my station there,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
Thy wings shall my petition bear
To Him whose truth and faithfulness
Engage the waiting soul to bless.
And since He bids me seek His face,
Believe His Word and trust His grace,
I’ll cast on Him my every care,
And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
May I thy consolation share,
Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
I view my home and take my flight:
This robe of flesh I’ll drop and rise
To seize the everlasting prize;
And shout, while passing through the air,
“Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”
Dear Senator Obama....
I am one of your constituents here in Illinois. I voted for you in 2004, and was very happy to cast my vote for you. In my opinion, the GOP basically had no "candidate"--because Ambassador Keyes made such a fool of himself, and should have never been on the Illinois ballots in the first place.
But now, we are some 9 months from the General election, and it appears that you have tremendous momentum. That has caused me to think alot, and pray very, very diligently for you and your wife, along with those two beautiful daughters in your care.
Months ago I decided that I could not support your candidacy, and those reasons are already listed. Yet, even without my endorsement (which, along with $1.95 will get you a hot cup of something at Caribou or Starbucks) you have captured the attention, enthusiasm, and imagination of these 50 United States. Congratulations!
But, even so, there is so much that needs to happen in this nation. As you have well documented in your great book, The Audacity to Hope, we are standing on the precipice of some engaging times here in America. We are, hopefully, beginning to see the end of our occupation in Iraq; we have seen what an abysmal failure "No Child Left Behind" has been; we are discovering, much to our dismay and horror, that our military healthcare delivery systems are in severe disrepair, and can't wait any longer for the "bureaucracy" to do something. These brave men and women need HEALTHCARE NOW...and deserve it NOW....
And those are just the domestic issues.
Our foreign policy seems to be "all over the place." We have Iran, North Korea, and Syria to deal with. We have the incredible instability in Lebanon, the fickle Saudis, and the rest of the Middle East where our national interests currently reside.
What about our friends in Asia, Europe, Central and South America, Africa and beyond? I've not heard you say anything about these "vital interests of the United States." Why not?
Senator, while your campaign has made alot of people "feel good" and get the "chills, thrills, and tingles"--there is real work to be done. My question is: Can you surround yourself with the people who are capable of doing it?
Should you become President of the United States, you will have my prayers, encouragement and support. But, make no mistake, there are some SERIOUS issues that will await you on January 21, 2009. And then you will have to "man up" and lead.
Are you ready for that?
But now, we are some 9 months from the General election, and it appears that you have tremendous momentum. That has caused me to think alot, and pray very, very diligently for you and your wife, along with those two beautiful daughters in your care.
Months ago I decided that I could not support your candidacy, and those reasons are already listed. Yet, even without my endorsement (which, along with $1.95 will get you a hot cup of something at Caribou or Starbucks) you have captured the attention, enthusiasm, and imagination of these 50 United States. Congratulations!
But, even so, there is so much that needs to happen in this nation. As you have well documented in your great book, The Audacity to Hope, we are standing on the precipice of some engaging times here in America. We are, hopefully, beginning to see the end of our occupation in Iraq; we have seen what an abysmal failure "No Child Left Behind" has been; we are discovering, much to our dismay and horror, that our military healthcare delivery systems are in severe disrepair, and can't wait any longer for the "bureaucracy" to do something. These brave men and women need HEALTHCARE NOW...and deserve it NOW....
And those are just the domestic issues.
Our foreign policy seems to be "all over the place." We have Iran, North Korea, and Syria to deal with. We have the incredible instability in Lebanon, the fickle Saudis, and the rest of the Middle East where our national interests currently reside.
What about our friends in Asia, Europe, Central and South America, Africa and beyond? I've not heard you say anything about these "vital interests of the United States." Why not?
Senator, while your campaign has made alot of people "feel good" and get the "chills, thrills, and tingles"--there is real work to be done. My question is: Can you surround yourself with the people who are capable of doing it?
Should you become President of the United States, you will have my prayers, encouragement and support. But, make no mistake, there are some SERIOUS issues that will await you on January 21, 2009. And then you will have to "man up" and lead.
Are you ready for that?
It's snowing again...
I really don't want to "complain"--but I've just about had all of the "snow" for this winter season that I can reasonably enjoy.
I've had my "Kodak" "Hallmark" and "Disney" moments already. I've had the "Currier and Ives" sentiment a few times since the first snow fall back in November.
Looking outside my office window right now, I see nothing but large flakes of white falling from the sky. Will it ever stop?
Of course while I am complaining, I must stop and remember that my friends down in Georgia are in desperate need of water. They've had very little precipitation in a very long time.
It would be my dream to just package all of this "white stuff" up and send it down to the Atlanta area...
But that won't happen. Even when I wish it could.
Thank God for the snow!
I've had my "Kodak" "Hallmark" and "Disney" moments already. I've had the "Currier and Ives" sentiment a few times since the first snow fall back in November.
Looking outside my office window right now, I see nothing but large flakes of white falling from the sky. Will it ever stop?
Of course while I am complaining, I must stop and remember that my friends down in Georgia are in desperate need of water. They've had very little precipitation in a very long time.
It would be my dream to just package all of this "white stuff" up and send it down to the Atlanta area...
But that won't happen. Even when I wish it could.
Thank God for the snow!
Teacher.....
"Of all the names that we have for the Son of God--Christ, Master, Lord, Redeemer, Messiah, Savior--one that often gets the least attention is TEACHER. Not, perhaps, because it is the most esoteric, abstract, or difficult to understand, but perhaps precisely because it is the easiest to understand. It is the one that is the closest to us and our experience, the one that is the closest to our status here on earth. We know something about teachers and students, and we have been one or the other or even both in our lives. However, do not have much experience being Messiahs.....
Most of us seldom think of ourselves as the students of the Teacher. We are Christians: card-carrying members of institutions that have codified His teaching after all these years. In the name of becoming mature Christians that St Paul envisioned, we too often forsake becoming and remaining the hungry students whom Jesus sought out and called His own...
It has always been easier to talk about how Jesus said what He said and where He said it than it has been to listen to what He said to those who would follow Him. It is easier to talk about the accuracy of the Scriptures than it is about what it will take for us to enter the kingdom. It is always easier to wrestle over manuscripts and origins and time frames and translations that is is to wrestle with how we are supposed to live...
'The trouble with really seeing and really hearing,' wrote Frederick Beuchner, 'is that then we really have to do something about what we have seen and heard.' What God had to say to those who heard Him first--and what He has to say to us today--is a good deal clearer, more simple, and more direct than we would like for it to be....
And when the words of the TEACHER become too clear, it makes us uncomfortable, because then we have to choose between living out the lesson or clouding it over. Anyone who is trying to save his life rather than lose it knows that confusion can be a pretty good defense. At least, in the short term."
taken from THE BODY BROKEN by Robert Benson (Colorado Springs: Water Brook Press) 2003.
Most of us seldom think of ourselves as the students of the Teacher. We are Christians: card-carrying members of institutions that have codified His teaching after all these years. In the name of becoming mature Christians that St Paul envisioned, we too often forsake becoming and remaining the hungry students whom Jesus sought out and called His own...
It has always been easier to talk about how Jesus said what He said and where He said it than it has been to listen to what He said to those who would follow Him. It is easier to talk about the accuracy of the Scriptures than it is about what it will take for us to enter the kingdom. It is always easier to wrestle over manuscripts and origins and time frames and translations that is is to wrestle with how we are supposed to live...
'The trouble with really seeing and really hearing,' wrote Frederick Beuchner, 'is that then we really have to do something about what we have seen and heard.' What God had to say to those who heard Him first--and what He has to say to us today--is a good deal clearer, more simple, and more direct than we would like for it to be....
And when the words of the TEACHER become too clear, it makes us uncomfortable, because then we have to choose between living out the lesson or clouding it over. Anyone who is trying to save his life rather than lose it knows that confusion can be a pretty good defense. At least, in the short term."
taken from THE BODY BROKEN by Robert Benson (Colorado Springs: Water Brook Press) 2003.
Somewhere, It's Snowing...
More than 23 years ago, I heard Candi Alford (daughter of Dr. Delton and Myrna Alford) sing this beautiful ballad:
I once read in a poem~ when snow covers
the earth,
That it hides the world's scars and
gives nature new birth.
And they say when a man turns from
sin to the Lord,
That forgiveness like snow covers him
evermore.
And it's told that the angels lift their hearts
and rejoice~
When one traveler turns homeward from
his way to the Lord's.
If somewhere someone's turning, he's giving
his all,
Then God's grace like the snow is beginning to fall.
And somewhere it's snowing,
see the soft drifting down,
As the snowflakes surrender
to the hardening ground.
Like the good grace of Jesus, that now
covers our sin.
In the kingdom of Heaven,
It's snowing again.
And I've never forgotten those marvelous words, and the great truths they proclaim.
Right outside my front door here in Chicago, I measured almost ten inches of snow this morning, as I was preparing to leave for work. And these words came flooding through my soul:
"Like the good grace of Jesus, that now covers our sin...."
I'm so gratefully, unspeakably grateful that "good grace of Jesus."
When my heart is hardened and cold with the sins and failures of life--that grace comes and warms, cleanses and restores my life.
And I'm so glad that "somewhere it's snowing." Let it snow, let it snow!
I once read in a poem~ when snow covers
the earth,
That it hides the world's scars and
gives nature new birth.
And they say when a man turns from
sin to the Lord,
That forgiveness like snow covers him
evermore.
And it's told that the angels lift their hearts
and rejoice~
When one traveler turns homeward from
his way to the Lord's.
If somewhere someone's turning, he's giving
his all,
Then God's grace like the snow is beginning to fall.
And somewhere it's snowing,
see the soft drifting down,
As the snowflakes surrender
to the hardening ground.
Like the good grace of Jesus, that now
covers our sin.
In the kingdom of Heaven,
It's snowing again.
And I've never forgotten those marvelous words, and the great truths they proclaim.
Right outside my front door here in Chicago, I measured almost ten inches of snow this morning, as I was preparing to leave for work. And these words came flooding through my soul:
"Like the good grace of Jesus, that now covers our sin...."
I'm so gratefully, unspeakably grateful that "good grace of Jesus."
When my heart is hardened and cold with the sins and failures of life--that grace comes and warms, cleanses and restores my life.
And I'm so glad that "somewhere it's snowing." Let it snow, let it snow!
Fortified Cities....
"A brother offended is harder to win than a strong city, And contentions are like the bars of a castle." (Proverbs 18:19)
Very few situations in life are more difficult to solve than "offended" people. The writer of the Proverbs tells us that an "offended" (brother or sister) is a stronger obstacle/barrier than a fortified city.
Let's think about fortified cities for a while:
1) Usually have good armies in place.
2) Usually have stable government in place.
3) Usually have good infrastructure (roads, highways, shelters) in place.
4) Usually have a sense of security, and a history of victory.
So, what is it about offended people in the kingdom of God?
I have often wondered why we are so quick to " judge" and make " assumptions" without all the facts--and thus run the possibility of offending someone without cause?
Have we become so calloused that we will believe anything about someone with whom we may disagree, or with whom we clash? I've clashed with more than one brother/sister in the church...but I would never seek to harm them, or to wish ill against them. I would also never gossip about them.
But we have God's Word: "offended" brothers/sisters are harder to win than fortified cities.
Thoughts?
Very few situations in life are more difficult to solve than "offended" people. The writer of the Proverbs tells us that an "offended" (brother or sister) is a stronger obstacle/barrier than a fortified city.
Let's think about fortified cities for a while:
1) Usually have good armies in place.
2) Usually have stable government in place.
3) Usually have good infrastructure (roads, highways, shelters) in place.
4) Usually have a sense of security, and a history of victory.
So, what is it about offended people in the kingdom of God?
I have often wondered why we are so quick to " judge" and make " assumptions" without all the facts--and thus run the possibility of offending someone without cause?
Have we become so calloused that we will believe anything about someone with whom we may disagree, or with whom we clash? I've clashed with more than one brother/sister in the church...but I would never seek to harm them, or to wish ill against them. I would also never gossip about them.
But we have God's Word: "offended" brothers/sisters are harder to win than fortified cities.
Thoughts?
Department of Justice: Do your Diligence!
Some silly Mexican woman has decided to hide out in a west side Church here in Chicago...again. This lady, Flor Crisostomo, is a criminal. She has used false documents to get into this country, to get a job, and has broken all the immigration laws of this nation.
Now, she is taking a cue from Elvira Arrellano (the criminal who was finally deported last year) and is seeking "sanctuary" in the Adalberto United Methodist Church in the Humboldt Park neighborhood of Chicago's west side.
She should and must be deported. And the sooner the better.
The Department of Justice, and Immigration and Naturalization should/must move into that facility IMMEDIATELY and remove this lady from the premises.
In addition, the Department of Justice should levy a very heavy fine against this local congregation, and this group should lose their TAX EXEMPT status for a long, long time--if they go along with this charade again.
The laws of this nation must mean something...and must be enforced.
And it must start now!
Now, she is taking a cue from Elvira Arrellano (the criminal who was finally deported last year) and is seeking "sanctuary" in the Adalberto United Methodist Church in the Humboldt Park neighborhood of Chicago's west side.
She should and must be deported. And the sooner the better.
The Department of Justice, and Immigration and Naturalization should/must move into that facility IMMEDIATELY and remove this lady from the premises.
In addition, the Department of Justice should levy a very heavy fine against this local congregation, and this group should lose their TAX EXEMPT status for a long, long time--if they go along with this charade again.
The laws of this nation must mean something...and must be enforced.
And it must start now!
Illegal Immigration: Here's what I would do
I am very, very tired of the bureaucrats "wringing their hands" and not doing anything about the problem of illegal immigrants in this country.
We must do something, and do it quickly! Although I will be voting from the former Governor of Arkansas in the February Primaries (Mike Huckabee), I do disagree with his approach to illegal immigration.
Here's what I propose:
1) Stop granting automatic citizenship to the children who are born in the United States, but their parents are not United States citizens. If their parents (one or both) are here on "Green cards", the child who is born here should share their status--nothing more, nothing less. If we make this our law and enforce it, fewer people will come here to have their "anchor babies."
2) Secure our borders, and rigorously enforce the immigration laws of this land. Start deporting those who are violating our laws.
We must do something, and do it quickly! Although I will be voting from the former Governor of Arkansas in the February Primaries (Mike Huckabee), I do disagree with his approach to illegal immigration.
Here's what I propose:
1) Stop granting automatic citizenship to the children who are born in the United States, but their parents are not United States citizens. If their parents (one or both) are here on "Green cards", the child who is born here should share their status--nothing more, nothing less. If we make this our law and enforce it, fewer people will come here to have their "anchor babies."
2) Secure our borders, and rigorously enforce the immigration laws of this land. Start deporting those who are violating our laws.
The Healer is Here...
Let me be very clear:
God is still a healing God! In an age where people tend to be skeptical about everything (and Christ-followers are not immune to this skepticism), we can know that God is still the same HEALER that He has always been.
Now, a few questions:
1) Does God hear every prayer for healing? Of course.
2) Does God answer every prayer for healing? Yes. He often says "yes" and He often says "no" and sometimes He will even say "wait." But God does answer the prayers for healing. We just may not get the answer that we want, when we want it.
3) How do I know that God heals today? His Word tells me that Christ is the same "yesterday, today, and forever." Christ healed many, many who came to Him--and He hasn't changed. I either believe His promises about Himself, or I don't.
4) Didn't the "miraculous" end when the Biblical Canon was completed? No. The Holy Spirit didn't leave us...and we are not second-class citizens of God's family. God, and God alone decides when, where, how, and why He will perform His mighty works--including salvation, healing, and any other miraculous act He chooses to perform.
God still heals people....and let's always ask Him, believe Him, and trust Him.
Even when He says "no."
God is still a healing God! In an age where people tend to be skeptical about everything (and Christ-followers are not immune to this skepticism), we can know that God is still the same HEALER that He has always been.
Now, a few questions:
1) Does God hear every prayer for healing? Of course.
2) Does God answer every prayer for healing? Yes. He often says "yes" and He often says "no" and sometimes He will even say "wait." But God does answer the prayers for healing. We just may not get the answer that we want, when we want it.
3) How do I know that God heals today? His Word tells me that Christ is the same "yesterday, today, and forever." Christ healed many, many who came to Him--and He hasn't changed. I either believe His promises about Himself, or I don't.
4) Didn't the "miraculous" end when the Biblical Canon was completed? No. The Holy Spirit didn't leave us...and we are not second-class citizens of God's family. God, and God alone decides when, where, how, and why He will perform His mighty works--including salvation, healing, and any other miraculous act He chooses to perform.
God still heals people....and let's always ask Him, believe Him, and trust Him.
Even when He says "no."
Memo to the GOP: Ronald Reagan is Dead!
With no intended disrespect to the "Gipper"....Ronald Reagan has been dead almost 4 years now. He has been out of the Oval Office for almost 20 years now. Move on!
I am basically tired of hearing Reagan's name invoked every time the Republican Candidates for the nomination get together on a platform.
Enough already!
Times are severely different than in the "times of Reagan":
1) There is no Iron Curtan, Soviet Union or Warsaw Pact now.
2) There is no more East and West Germany.
3) We do not need, want, nor desire another "Iran-Contra" scandal...or any other military scandal for that matter. Abu Ghraib will last enough more than long enough...
4) We need to get our exploding deficits under control, and paid off....
So Governors Huckabee and Romney, Senators McCain and Thompson, Mayor Giuliani---
STOP invoking Ronald Reagan. He's dead. He cannot help you.
Come up with some plans and ideas of your own.
I am basically tired of hearing Reagan's name invoked every time the Republican Candidates for the nomination get together on a platform.
Enough already!
Times are severely different than in the "times of Reagan":
1) There is no Iron Curtan, Soviet Union or Warsaw Pact now.
2) There is no more East and West Germany.
3) We do not need, want, nor desire another "Iran-Contra" scandal...or any other military scandal for that matter. Abu Ghraib will last enough more than long enough...
4) We need to get our exploding deficits under control, and paid off....
So Governors Huckabee and Romney, Senators McCain and Thompson, Mayor Giuliani---
STOP invoking Ronald Reagan. He's dead. He cannot help you.
Come up with some plans and ideas of your own.
"Meanest mom"...good for her...
An Iowa mother has done what MANY, MANY other parents should do:
She found alcohol in her 19-year old son's car. She has put that automobile up for sale.
She has taken out an ad in the local paper....admitting that she is the "meanest" mom in the world....
Good for her!
I only wish there were hundreds of thousands of other parents who were like this courageous woman.
But instead, we see teenagers abusing alcohol (and any teenager drinking is ABUSING, regardless of the intention or permission of the parents), and endangering the lives of others, as well as their own.
I'm glad this woman has taken the stand she did. Maybe some other parents will "grow up" and do the same thing.
We can only hope.
She found alcohol in her 19-year old son's car. She has put that automobile up for sale.
She has taken out an ad in the local paper....admitting that she is the "meanest" mom in the world....
Good for her!
I only wish there were hundreds of thousands of other parents who were like this courageous woman.
But instead, we see teenagers abusing alcohol (and any teenager drinking is ABUSING, regardless of the intention or permission of the parents), and endangering the lives of others, as well as their own.
I'm glad this woman has taken the stand she did. Maybe some other parents will "grow up" and do the same thing.
We can only hope.
It's an Election...not the END of the World...
I sure hope that people claiming to be "Christ-followers" will conduct and appropriate themselves as such during this election year.
After all this is an "election,not the "end of the world"--to quote the late Ann Richards, former governor of Texas.
While it is always important (and imperative) to cast an informed vote for--and to support, if one is so inclined--the candidate of their choice. But we must remember that this process is an "election"....not the judgment seat of Christ.
I refuse to demonize other Christ-followers who don't agree with my political preferences. I refuse to canonize those who do agree with them.
After all, we are still humans--prone to failure, flaws, and quick decisions.
I'm humbled to live in a country where we can see the "democratic" (notice little "d") process practiced freely. No one has to fear the "gestapo" coming in and arresting everyone for making their "political choices" public.
And when November 5th rolls around, let's remember that we live in the greatest country on earth. And let's come together to make this land an even better place to live, work, worship, and honor the Lord.
After all this is an "election,not the "end of the world"--to quote the late Ann Richards, former governor of Texas.
While it is always important (and imperative) to cast an informed vote for--and to support, if one is so inclined--the candidate of their choice. But we must remember that this process is an "election"....not the judgment seat of Christ.
I refuse to demonize other Christ-followers who don't agree with my political preferences. I refuse to canonize those who do agree with them.
After all, we are still humans--prone to failure, flaws, and quick decisions.
I'm humbled to live in a country where we can see the "democratic" (notice little "d") process practiced freely. No one has to fear the "gestapo" coming in and arresting everyone for making their "political choices" public.
And when November 5th rolls around, let's remember that we live in the greatest country on earth. And let's come together to make this land an even better place to live, work, worship, and honor the Lord.
Eleven Rules for the Contemporary Generation...
Not sure where these "eleven rules" originated, but I think they are CLASSIC:
Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2 : The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault , so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 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 and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 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.
Rule 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.
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.
Rule 1: Life is not fair - get used to it!
Rule 2 : The world won't care about your self-esteem. The world will expect you to accomplish something BEFORE you feel good about yourself.
Rule 3 : You will NOT make $60,000 a year right out of high school. You won't be a vice-president with a car phone until you earn both.
Rule 4 : If you think your teacher is tough, wait till you get a boss.
Rule 5 : Flipping burgers is not beneath your dignity. Your Grandparents had a different word for burger flipping: they called it opportunity.
Rule 6: If you mess up, it's not your parents' fault , so don't whine about your mistakes, learn from them.
Rule 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 and listening to you talk about how cool you thought you were. So before you save the rain forest from the parasites of your parent's generation, try delousing the closet in your own room.
Rule 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.
Rule 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.
Rule 10: Television is NOT real life. In real life people actually have to leave the coffee shop and go to jobs.
Rule 11 : Be nice to nerds. Chances are you'll end up working for one.
Senators Clinton and McCain....
First, I can't believe that we are deep, deep in an election season! I'm still trying to recuperate from the 2000 and 2004 seasons---it can't be 2008 already!
But it is!
The New Hampshire (pronounced "nu hamsha" for all the non-New Englanders) Primaries were last night....and there were some surprises--delightful and otherwise.
The junior Senator from New York, Former First Lady Hillary Clinton won the Democratic primary, after taking a drubbing in the Iowa Caucuses last week. She worked hard from last Friday until last night...and she deserved to win. She barely squeaked past the junior Senator from Illinois, Barack Obama, with 39% of the Democratic vote.
The senior Senator from Arizona, Vietnam War hero John McCain surprised everyone with his handy win in the Republican column. Just a few weeks/months ago, McCain was considered to be a very distant "also ran" only to be wonderfully resurrected to win the first Primary in the nation again. He handily beat George W Bush in 2000 during the New Hampshire primary.
I supported Senator McCain's bid in 2000--and think this country made a terrible mistake by nominating George W Bush instead of the War Hero.
And so, the "race" is wide open. Really, really open.
Those who were expecting to "crown" Senator Obama had to postpone the ceremonies, and return the "crown." Those who though that former Governor Mitt Romney's "dough" would buy him the primary found themselves crying over all the spilled cash.
Goes to show that "money can't buy everything." At least not in Iowa and New Hampshire.
While this is a fascinating process to watch, I just hope this nation doesn't experience "election fatigue" too early.
But it is!
The New Hampshire (pronounced "nu hamsha" for all the non-New Englanders) Primaries were last night....and there were some surprises--delightful and otherwise.
The junior Senator from New York, Former First Lady Hillary Clinton won the Democratic primary, after taking a drubbing in the Iowa Caucuses last week. She worked hard from last Friday until last night...and she deserved to win. She barely squeaked past the junior Senator from Illinois, Barack Obama, with 39% of the Democratic vote.
The senior Senator from Arizona, Vietnam War hero John McCain surprised everyone with his handy win in the Republican column. Just a few weeks/months ago, McCain was considered to be a very distant "also ran" only to be wonderfully resurrected to win the first Primary in the nation again. He handily beat George W Bush in 2000 during the New Hampshire primary.
I supported Senator McCain's bid in 2000--and think this country made a terrible mistake by nominating George W Bush instead of the War Hero.
And so, the "race" is wide open. Really, really open.
Those who were expecting to "crown" Senator Obama had to postpone the ceremonies, and return the "crown." Those who though that former Governor Mitt Romney's "dough" would buy him the primary found themselves crying over all the spilled cash.
Goes to show that "money can't buy everything." At least not in Iowa and New Hampshire.
While this is a fascinating process to watch, I just hope this nation doesn't experience "election fatigue" too early.
A truly sad Obituary...
I learned about Mr. Common Sense early in my life. I was told that I would do well to call on him when making decisions. It seems he was always around in my early years but less and less as time passed by until today I read his obituary.
Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance. For Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.
Obituary:Common Sense
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
Please join me in a moment of silence in remembrance. For Common Sense had served us all so well for so many generations.
Obituary:Common Sense
Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape.
He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as knowing when to come in out of the rain, why the early bird gets the worm, life isn't always fair, and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you earn) and reliable parenting strategies (adults, not children are in charge).
His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a six-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.
Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job they themselves failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer Aspirin, sun lotion or a sticky plaster to a student; but could not inform the parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.
Common Sense lost the will to live as the Ten Commandments became contraband; churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar can sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.
Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by three stepbrothers; I Know my Rights, Someone Else is to Blame, and I'm a Victim.
Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone.
Now that IOWA is over...
Congratulations to both Senator Barack Obama (Democrat from Illinois), and Former Governor Mike Huckabee (Republican from Arkansas) on their first-place finishes in the IOWA Caucuses...
Now, we can remember there are FORTY-NINE other states in the Union....at least there were when I last counted.
This whole "election process" has started WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too early for me. I'm tired of it already...and the "worst" is still to come.
What to do?
Now, we can remember there are FORTY-NINE other states in the Union....at least there were when I last counted.
This whole "election process" has started WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too early for me. I'm tired of it already...and the "worst" is still to come.
What to do?
The Dangers of Spiritual Privilege
We live in a wonderful nation. We have a precious freedom in this nation that should never be discounted nor taken for granted.
As Christians, we have a precious, priceless freedom in the Lord Jesus. That freedom is costly. That's the reason that God became a human...
I've said all that to say this:
We humans are prone to nitpick, criticize, and complain. Sometimes these things are necessary---and rare. More often than not, we take great pleasure in our "fault-finding" and "examining" other people's motives, hearts, and actions.
That does no one any good, for the most part. My friend Kevin Bussey (www.kevinbussey.net) does a marvelous job of bringing the "absurd" to light and explaining the issues around "the issues." But rarely does he harshly judge another fellow Christian. And when his judgments are heavy (which is indeed a wonderfully rare thing), he has firm scriptural support for making such acclamations.
On New Year's Eve, I was invited to a gathering of Christian friends to celebrate the coming of 2008. All in all, it was a wonderful time, and the people were marvelous.
However, one certain person (whom shall remain nameless) decided to corner me. He behaved more like a prosecutor than a fellow believer. He wanted to know why I requested prayer in a recent gathering for some very sensitive situations in the Kingdom of God in another well-known area. He wasn't concerned about these fellow believers. And if he was, he certainly had a very horrifying way of showing his concern.
As Christians, we must be very, very careful. We must avoid spiritual snobbery, and even worse, spiritual "superiority." The words of the Apostle Paul to the Church at Corinth comes to mind here:
Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed lest he fall.
And then, to the Christians at Galatia,
Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted. Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
It's so easy to be the "armchair quarterback" of someone else's ministry, activities, family, or personality.
God hasn't called us to that task. We should be discerning, wise as serpents, and harmless as doves (in the words of Christ Himself). And we should be very, very careful when we decide to place any kind of "judgment" on God's servants.
I'm not advocating the blind following of anyone....but I am concerned that we American Christians are more "critic" than we are "Christ-like."
As Christians, we have a precious, priceless freedom in the Lord Jesus. That freedom is costly. That's the reason that God became a human...
I've said all that to say this:
We humans are prone to nitpick, criticize, and complain. Sometimes these things are necessary---and rare. More often than not, we take great pleasure in our "fault-finding" and "examining" other people's motives, hearts, and actions.
That does no one any good, for the most part. My friend Kevin Bussey (www.kevinbussey.net) does a marvelous job of bringing the "absurd" to light and explaining the issues around "the issues." But rarely does he harshly judge another fellow Christian. And when his judgments are heavy (which is indeed a wonderfully rare thing), he has firm scriptural support for making such acclamations.
On New Year's Eve, I was invited to a gathering of Christian friends to celebrate the coming of 2008. All in all, it was a wonderful time, and the people were marvelous.
However, one certain person (whom shall remain nameless) decided to corner me. He behaved more like a prosecutor than a fellow believer. He wanted to know why I requested prayer in a recent gathering for some very sensitive situations in the Kingdom of God in another well-known area. He wasn't concerned about these fellow believers. And if he was, he certainly had a very horrifying way of showing his concern.
As Christians, we must be very, very careful. We must avoid spiritual snobbery, and even worse, spiritual "superiority." The words of the Apostle Paul to the Church at Corinth comes to mind here:
Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed lest he fall.
And then, to the Christians at Galatia,
Brethren, if a man is overtaken in any trespass, you who are spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of gentleness, considering yourself lest you also be tempted. Bear one another’s burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ.
It's so easy to be the "armchair quarterback" of someone else's ministry, activities, family, or personality.
God hasn't called us to that task. We should be discerning, wise as serpents, and harmless as doves (in the words of Christ Himself). And we should be very, very careful when we decide to place any kind of "judgment" on God's servants.
I'm not advocating the blind following of anyone....but I am concerned that we American Christians are more "critic" than we are "Christ-like."
From the Pen of Geron Davis
I first heard Geron Davis' fabulous music some twenty-four years ago when "Holy Ground" became such a "popular" song to sing in Christian circles. I've admired him ever since.
I went back through some of the taped services from Denver First Church of the Nazarene (www.denverfirstchurch.com) from years gone by...and found one where Geron, his wife Becky, and their friend Wesley Pritchard were ministering at DFC. They sang this wonderful, wonderful song:
When I stop and see,just where I've been
I'm really amazed I made it thru this place.
And I can honestly say
without a doubt in my mind
It's only because my life has been
Covered by His grace.
Is it any wonder they call it, "AMAZING GRACE?"
Great and small, every wrong erased.
When we were guilty as sin,
Jesus stepped in
And offered to take our place
Tell me, "is it any wonder they call it "AMAZING GRACE"?
All the debt was mine,
Jesus said "I'll pay"
A love so divine, has shattered both time and space.
And forevermore, hope had been reborn
For all of the world
had been introduced to God's Amazing Grace.
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Indeed. We must never forget that Jesus did for us what we could never do for ourselves. We were not only lost in our sins...we were DEAD in our sins. God's only Son gave us the ability to "live again."
In 2008, let us remember this wonderful, unspeakable, indescribable GRACE.
I went back through some of the taped services from Denver First Church of the Nazarene (www.denverfirstchurch.com) from years gone by...and found one where Geron, his wife Becky, and their friend Wesley Pritchard were ministering at DFC. They sang this wonderful, wonderful song:
When I stop and see,just where I've been
I'm really amazed I made it thru this place.
And I can honestly say
without a doubt in my mind
It's only because my life has been
Covered by His grace.
Is it any wonder they call it, "AMAZING GRACE?"
Great and small, every wrong erased.
When we were guilty as sin,
Jesus stepped in
And offered to take our place
Tell me, "is it any wonder they call it "AMAZING GRACE"?
All the debt was mine,
Jesus said "I'll pay"
A love so divine, has shattered both time and space.
And forevermore, hope had been reborn
For all of the world
had been introduced to God's Amazing Grace.
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Indeed. We must never forget that Jesus did for us what we could never do for ourselves. We were not only lost in our sins...we were DEAD in our sins. God's only Son gave us the ability to "live again."
In 2008, let us remember this wonderful, unspeakable, indescribable GRACE.
I must confess....
This has been one "eventful" year for me...in many ways.
I made it through another year of my very engaging (and exhausting) work at Coyne American Institute here in Chicago (www.coyneamerican.edu).
I finally became a member of The Moody Church--where I've been worshipping for quite a while now (www.moodychurch.org).
I lived through a serious bout with the flu, and later bronchitis (February/March) with subzero temperatures being the norm here in the Chicago area.
I survived the "subprime mortgage" debaucle, and took a great loss on my condo--which I no longer own. I am now, very happily, renting again.
I attended several weddings of friends who decided to "tie the knot"--and happily so. My friend Aaron Kuglin (in Decatur, GA) had a short engagement, and asked me to be part of his wedding...I was delighted, humbled, and honored.
I visited my old stomping grounds in Cleveland, TN during the weekend of Lee University's homecoming (www.leeuniversity.edu). God allowed me to see many, many people whom I've not seen in a long time...some more than 20 years. This caused my heart and soul to rejoice.
But not everything has been "so rosy":
I've fallen behind on my tithing and giving to the Lord. I don't like this feeling at all.
I've willfully sinned against God due to my own selfishness, and internal turmoils. Instead of running to Him, I've often run FROM Him. And I do honestly know better. I'm thankful for a Heavenly Father who loves me, draws me to Himself, and restores my soul. (No further details will be discussed here).
I've forsaken the wonderful Wednesday Evening Prayer Meeting at my local church. But no more...I will be there in 2008, regularly.
There is plenty more to confess, but this post can only be so long.
I made it through another year of my very engaging (and exhausting) work at Coyne American Institute here in Chicago (www.coyneamerican.edu).
I finally became a member of The Moody Church--where I've been worshipping for quite a while now (www.moodychurch.org).
I lived through a serious bout with the flu, and later bronchitis (February/March) with subzero temperatures being the norm here in the Chicago area.
I survived the "subprime mortgage" debaucle, and took a great loss on my condo--which I no longer own. I am now, very happily, renting again.
I attended several weddings of friends who decided to "tie the knot"--and happily so. My friend Aaron Kuglin (in Decatur, GA) had a short engagement, and asked me to be part of his wedding...I was delighted, humbled, and honored.
I visited my old stomping grounds in Cleveland, TN during the weekend of Lee University's homecoming (www.leeuniversity.edu). God allowed me to see many, many people whom I've not seen in a long time...some more than 20 years. This caused my heart and soul to rejoice.
But not everything has been "so rosy":
I've fallen behind on my tithing and giving to the Lord. I don't like this feeling at all.
I've willfully sinned against God due to my own selfishness, and internal turmoils. Instead of running to Him, I've often run FROM Him. And I do honestly know better. I'm thankful for a Heavenly Father who loves me, draws me to Himself, and restores my soul. (No further details will be discussed here).
I've forsaken the wonderful Wednesday Evening Prayer Meeting at my local church. But no more...I will be there in 2008, regularly.
There is plenty more to confess, but this post can only be so long.
What "tomorrow" brings....
Well, it's New Year's Eve, and in less than 12 hours, we will be starting the calendar year of 2008.
My, oh my, how time flies....
But we have "this moment today." While I look back on all the successes, failures, wishes, dreams, nightmares of 2007--I can't do anything about them. All I can do now is to commit them to the hands of an all-wise God....who sees the end from the beginning anyway.
As Gloria Gaither so wonderfully said,
We have this moment to hold in our hands
And to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand.
Yesterday's gone, and tomorrow may never come.
We have this moment, today.
May I remember those profound, yet simple truths in 2008.
My, oh my, how time flies....
But we have "this moment today." While I look back on all the successes, failures, wishes, dreams, nightmares of 2007--I can't do anything about them. All I can do now is to commit them to the hands of an all-wise God....who sees the end from the beginning anyway.
As Gloria Gaither so wonderfully said,
We have this moment to hold in our hands
And to touch as it slips through our fingers like sand.
Yesterday's gone, and tomorrow may never come.
We have this moment, today.
May I remember those profound, yet simple truths in 2008.
Youth With a Mission--Pakistan
In light of the tragic assassination of Benazir Bhutto--former Prime Minister of Pakistan--I wanted to post the link to a wonderful organization who is preaching the gospel of Christ to the people of this terribly divided nation.
http://www.ywampakistan.com/
We are commissioned to "preach the gospel" and sometimes this requires us to sacrifice everything.
In this time of unspeakable tragedy, let us pray for the spread of the Gospel in Pakistan.
Let us pray that God will "send forth more laborers." Pakistan needs more laborers.
Is God calling you there? Is God calling me there?
http://www.ywampakistan.com/
We are commissioned to "preach the gospel" and sometimes this requires us to sacrifice everything.
In this time of unspeakable tragedy, let us pray for the spread of the Gospel in Pakistan.
Let us pray that God will "send forth more laborers." Pakistan needs more laborers.
Is God calling you there? Is God calling me there?
Ron Paul for President: A RESOUNDING "NO!"
I woke up very early on Monday morning (like 3 a.m. central time), and just happen to stumble into the living room, and turned on the television. Much to my delight, Channel 5 (NBC) was re-airing Sunday's MEET THE PRESS with host/moderator Tim Russert.
His guest was Dr Ron Paul--the obstetrician-turned-Congressman from Texas.
I was sorta glad that Congressman Paul was on...so when I would eventually "go back to sleep" I knew that I wouldn't be missing very much.
The man's insanity--for some strange reason--fascinated me. He was "railing" against government--while he's been on the Federal payroll for more than a dozen years.
He was "railing" against foreign policy--yet his GOP has had control of the White House for the last 7+ years.
He was "railing" against federal taxes (which I could partially agree with him about), but he had no plan to pay for "anything"...
This man was very unprepared drama at it's worst.
And how anyone could possibly consider supporting him or giving a dime to his campaign is beyond me.
It is a resounding "NO" to Ron Paul...and particularly not for President of the United States.
His guest was Dr Ron Paul--the obstetrician-turned-Congressman from Texas.
I was sorta glad that Congressman Paul was on...so when I would eventually "go back to sleep" I knew that I wouldn't be missing very much.
The man's insanity--for some strange reason--fascinated me. He was "railing" against government--while he's been on the Federal payroll for more than a dozen years.
He was "railing" against foreign policy--yet his GOP has had control of the White House for the last 7+ years.
He was "railing" against federal taxes (which I could partially agree with him about), but he had no plan to pay for "anything"...
This man was very unprepared drama at it's worst.
And how anyone could possibly consider supporting him or giving a dime to his campaign is beyond me.
It is a resounding "NO" to Ron Paul...and particularly not for President of the United States.
We must do more!
National Public Radio's "All Things Considered" program is doing a special report on our military veterans who are suffering from PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder)--a very serious problem for thousands of men and women who are returning from Iraq and Afghanistan.
The link is http://www.npr.org/
Click on the left-side scroll that is labeled "All Things Considered."
My heart breaks to hear of the awful way this nation is allowing our military service personnel to be treated. Any person who is diagnosed with PTSD or TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) should be eligible to receive full medical benefits and treatment. No questions asked.
May God have mercy on our service personnel. May we learn to do the same.
The link is http://www.npr.org/
Click on the left-side scroll that is labeled "All Things Considered."
My heart breaks to hear of the awful way this nation is allowing our military service personnel to be treated. Any person who is diagnosed with PTSD or TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury) should be eligible to receive full medical benefits and treatment. No questions asked.
May God have mercy on our service personnel. May we learn to do the same.
Some wonderful music from yesteryear...
I first heard of Cynthia Clawson more than 25 years ago, when I was just a sophomore in college.
A friend loaned me an LP album entitled "You're Welcome Here."
I fell in love with this woman's minstry from that point on.
She has recently re-released some of the wonderful, vintage music of her earlier ministry years.
Check it out here:
www.cynthiaclawson.com
My very favorites of Cynthia's music:
It Won't Rain Always
I Heard about a Man
You're Always Welcome Here
The Best if Yet to Come
Forever...
You will be blest and encouraged by this magnificent voice and the message she sings.
A friend loaned me an LP album entitled "You're Welcome Here."
I fell in love with this woman's minstry from that point on.
She has recently re-released some of the wonderful, vintage music of her earlier ministry years.
Check it out here:
www.cynthiaclawson.com
My very favorites of Cynthia's music:
It Won't Rain Always
I Heard about a Man
You're Always Welcome Here
The Best if Yet to Come
Forever...
You will be blest and encouraged by this magnificent voice and the message she sings.
Just in! My "evaluation"...
I received a holiday greeting from a long-time friend a few minutes ago, via this wonder called the "world wide web." I want to share it with all of you:
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After serious and cautious consideration…your contract of friendship has been renewed for the New Year 2008 !
It was a very hard decision to make. So try not to screw it up !!! (smile)
My wish for you in 2008:
May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts.
May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.
May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips !
May you clothes smell of success and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.
May the problems you had forget your home address!
In simple words……………….
May 2008 be the best year of your life !!!
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Thanks Al, I really, really needed that one today...and it has already encouraged me.
And I wish that for everyone who pays me a visit here in my "corner of the world."
_______________________________________________________
After serious and cautious consideration…your contract of friendship has been renewed for the New Year 2008 !
It was a very hard decision to make. So try not to screw it up !!! (smile)
My wish for you in 2008:
May peace break into your house and may thieves come to steal your debts.
May the pockets of your jeans become a magnet for $100 bills.
May love stick to your face like Vaseline and may laughter assault your lips !
May you clothes smell of success and may happiness slap you across the face and may your tears be that of joy.
May the problems you had forget your home address!
In simple words……………….
May 2008 be the best year of your life !!!
____________________________
Thanks Al, I really, really needed that one today...and it has already encouraged me.
And I wish that for everyone who pays me a visit here in my "corner of the world."
Integrity and Accountability...in Ministry...
Noted author and evangelist, Carl Richardson speaks clearly, yet boldly to the current "crises" facing "Christian ministries" here in the United States.
Read this article:
http://www.beyondborders.com/carl12-07.html
Read this article:
http://www.beyondborders.com/carl12-07.html
Here's a good one...
Someone shared this on another forum. I think it's great:
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'Twas The (Politically Correct) Night Before Christmas:
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the north pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose
And had gone on OPRAH, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.
No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
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This marvelous piece of poetry says so much about our culture and how far we have either progressed or drifted. I'll let you make the decision on the direction.
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'Twas The (Politically Correct) Night Before Christmas:
'Twas the night before Christmas and Santa's a wreck...
How to live in a world that's politically correct?
His workers no longer would answer to "Elves".
"Vertically Challenged" they were calling themselves.
And labor conditions at the north pole
Were alleged by the union to stifle the soul.
Four reindeer had vanished, without much propriety,
Released to the wilds by the Humane Society.
And equal employment had made it quite clear
That Santa had better not use just reindeer.
So Dancer and Donner, Comet and Cupid,
Were replaced with 4 pigs, and you know that looked stupid!
The runners had been removed from his sleigh;
The ruts were termed dangerous by the E.P.A.
And people had started to call for the cops
When they heard sled noises on their roof-tops.
Second-hand smoke from his pipe had his workers quite frightened.
His fur trimmed red suit was called "Unenlightened."
And to show you the strangeness of life's ebbs and flows,
Rudolf was suing over unauthorized use of his nose
And had gone on OPRAH, in front of the nation,
Demanding millions in over-due compensation.
So, half of the reindeer were gone; and his wife,
Who suddenly said she'd enough of this life,
Joined a self-help group, packed, and left in a whiz,
Demanding from now on her title was Ms.
And as for the gifts, why, he'd ne'er had a notion
That making a choice could cause so much commotion.
Nothing of leather, nothing of fur,
Which meant nothing for him. And nothing for her.
Nothing that might be construed to pollute.
Nothing to aim. Nothing to shoot.
Nothing that clamored or made lots of noise.
Nothing for just girls. Or just for the boys.
Nothing that claimed to be gender specific.
Nothing that's warlike or non-pacifistic.
No candy or sweets...they were bad for the tooth.
Nothing that seemed to embellish a truth.
And fairy tales, while not yet forbidden,
Were like Ken and Barbie, better off hidden.
For they raised the hackles of those psychological
Who claimed the only good gift was one ecological.
No baseball, no football...someone could get hurt;
Besides, playing sports exposed kids to dirt.
Dolls were said to be sexist, and should be passe;
And Nintendo would rot your entire brain away.
So Santa just stood there, disheveled, perplexed;
He just could not figure out what to do next.
He tried to be merry, tried to be gay,
you've got to be careful with that word today.
His sack was quite empty, limp to the ground;
Nothing fully acceptable was to be found.
Something special was needed, a gift that he might
Give to all without angering the left or the right.
A gift that would satisfy, with no indecision,
Each group of people, every religion;
Every ethnicity, every hue,
Everyone, everywhere...even you.
So here is that gift, it's price beyond worth...
"May you and your loved ones enjoy peace on earth."
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This marvelous piece of poetry says so much about our culture and how far we have either progressed or drifted. I'll let you make the decision on the direction.
My Spiritual Home...The Moody Church
For the first time since 1973, I have become a member of a non-Pentecostal/non-Charismatic church...a true-blue, card-carrying member.
I remember hearing the worship services of the historical Moody Church in Chicago for many, many years before I ever actually moved to the Windy City. Thanks to the Moody Broadcasting Network (and WMBW-FM, Chattanooga in particular), I was able to join in the wonderful music, and the tremendous preaching from the sanctuary of The Moody Church on many occasions.
My very first visit to The Moody Church was in September 2000, less than one month after I arrived in Chicago. I fell in love with the place immediately. I made the decision (after much prayer and contemplation) to call "Moody Church" my home for the time being.
In October 2002, I felt the Lord pulling me elsewhere, and so I followed. For three years, I was a "card-carrying" member of another congregation in the city of Chicago. But I never forgot the wonderful "family" down @ 1609 N LaSalle Street.
As providence and circumstances would have it, I returned to The Moody Church in November 2005. It was an easy decision for me, once I decided to leave the former congregation.
Some two years later--November 2007--I became an official member of this wonderful historic congregation.
I am delighted...thrilled, honored, and humbled.
Check out the website: www.moodychurch.org
I remember hearing the worship services of the historical Moody Church in Chicago for many, many years before I ever actually moved to the Windy City. Thanks to the Moody Broadcasting Network (and WMBW-FM, Chattanooga in particular), I was able to join in the wonderful music, and the tremendous preaching from the sanctuary of The Moody Church on many occasions.
My very first visit to The Moody Church was in September 2000, less than one month after I arrived in Chicago. I fell in love with the place immediately. I made the decision (after much prayer and contemplation) to call "Moody Church" my home for the time being.
In October 2002, I felt the Lord pulling me elsewhere, and so I followed. For three years, I was a "card-carrying" member of another congregation in the city of Chicago. But I never forgot the wonderful "family" down @ 1609 N LaSalle Street.
As providence and circumstances would have it, I returned to The Moody Church in November 2005. It was an easy decision for me, once I decided to leave the former congregation.
Some two years later--November 2007--I became an official member of this wonderful historic congregation.
I am delighted...thrilled, honored, and humbled.
Check out the website: www.moodychurch.org
One More Day...
Famed author Mitch Albiom's book "For One More Day" is a profound gift to our nation and to humanity at large. It's such a profound work that OPRAH has made it into a primetime movie--to be seen this Sunday evening on ABC. And I hate this phrase, but it's apropos here: "Check your local listings."
But now I want to ask YOU a question.
If you knew, 1000% certain, that you had only one more day left, what would you do?
Who would you spend it with?
I'm absolutely certain there are some things I would NOT do:
Check my bank account balance
Mow the lawn (not that I do that anyway...my landlord does!)
Worry about what is in the kitchen cupboard
Check all the sports scores
Argue theology with those who don't see things the way I do exactly
Worry about who will occupy the Oval Office in January 2009
Worry about email or voice messages
Complain about the weather, traffic, or rude people.
What would you do if you only had "one more day"?
But now I want to ask YOU a question.
If you knew, 1000% certain, that you had only one more day left, what would you do?
Who would you spend it with?
I'm absolutely certain there are some things I would NOT do:
Check my bank account balance
Mow the lawn (not that I do that anyway...my landlord does!)
Worry about what is in the kitchen cupboard
Check all the sports scores
Argue theology with those who don't see things the way I do exactly
Worry about who will occupy the Oval Office in January 2009
Worry about email or voice messages
Complain about the weather, traffic, or rude people.
What would you do if you only had "one more day"?
Living among Spiritual Giants: Leonard Kendrick
Part three of my series on "Spiritual Giants" details my great friend, Retired Pastor/Denominational Official, Bishop Leonard F Kendrick.
I first met this wonderful man some 30+ years ago, when I was just a snotty-nosed teenager in the West Huntsville Church, and he was the visiting minister from Cleveland , Tennessee. I immediately fell in love with both he and his wife, Joyce.
I've never forgotten them, and they have always been like parents to me.
His grandson Curry calls him "Dadda"--so that's what we have all started calling him--whether we are related or not.
He was born and raised in the far southern part of Illinois, in a wonderful godly home, where his parents were devout Methodists. He still honors their place in his life.
I want to write more about him tomorrow. It's getting late today, and I've been in this office without lunch for more than ten hours now.
I first met this wonderful man some 30+ years ago, when I was just a snotty-nosed teenager in the West Huntsville Church, and he was the visiting minister from Cleveland , Tennessee. I immediately fell in love with both he and his wife, Joyce.
I've never forgotten them, and they have always been like parents to me.
His grandson Curry calls him "Dadda"--so that's what we have all started calling him--whether we are related or not.
He was born and raised in the far southern part of Illinois, in a wonderful godly home, where his parents were devout Methodists. He still honors their place in his life.
I want to write more about him tomorrow. It's getting late today, and I've been in this office without lunch for more than ten hours now.
Right now...it's Huckabee in 2008!
http://www.mikehuckabee.com
More than anyone else in the "waaaay too early" Presidential Race for the Oval Office, I am more inclined to support the former Governor of Arkansas, Mike Huckabee.
I am impressed with his integrity, his sensibilities, and his humility.
So, my primary vote will be cast for the "man from Hope."
More than anyone else in the "waaaay too early" Presidential Race for the Oval Office, I am more inclined to support the former Governor of Arkansas, Mike Huckabee.
I am impressed with his integrity, his sensibilities, and his humility.
So, my primary vote will be cast for the "man from Hope."
Another "giant" of a man: Kevin Brooks
I first became acquainted with State Representative Kevin Brooks, when he was just a student working in the Office of the President at Lee University about 15 years ago. I was stationed in Norway at the time, and had sent some correspondence to Dr Paul Conn, the President of Lee University (www.leeuniversity.edu). I called to make sure that it had been received. Kevin Brooks was the one to answer the telephone, assuring me that Dr Conn had indeed received the correspondence.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this "Kevin" and I would become the friends that we are today. He is a real treasure in my life.
Our paths would again cross as he assumed the position of Director, Alumni Relations at Lee University, and I would be a student at the Church of God Theological Seminary (www.cogts.edu) adjacent to the Lee Campus. He and I hit it off immediately. He was always the kind, gracious, and wonderfully warm man that so represented the University extremely well.
And he represented the Kingdom of God very well also. He still does!
In the wisdom and plan of God, Kevin would accept a position at the International Offices of the Church of God (www.churchofgod.cc) in the Communicactions Department, working alongside a friend of mine, Scot Carter--who was a freshman at Lee when I was a Senior....a definitely small world.
But on a personal level, there are so many things I could write about Kevin Brooks:
1) He and I became very close when I was a seminary student, and even closer when I became an employee at Lee University in the Department of External Studies. When I left the University to make the move to Chicago, this precious man gave me a wonderful "Lee Alumni" sweatshirt--and I still wear it faithfully.
2) In the last 7+ years, I've been able to call Kevin just to say "hi" or to share something that has happened in my life. During a very dark and tumultuous time, I was able to call him and ask him to "pray" for me...and I know that he did. The Lord answered those prayers.
3) Kevin Brooks is the same gracious and godly man--regardless of where he is, or whose company in which he may find himself. Power, position, and possession has never gone to his head. I have every reason to believe that it never will.
4) When my wonderful friend Beaulah Gause went to glory almost five years ago, this precious Kevin attended the funeral in Cleveland on my behalf. Sister Gause' husband, Dr R Hollis Gause is like a father to me....and he was so glad to see Kevin, and to know of my concern and love. Now that is a "true friend."
5) Now he is serving the Lord and the good people of Tennessee in the State Legislature. I could not be more delighted for him....because I know that his PRIORITY is to serve God and to serve people.
I had the wonderful, wonderful privilege of spending a couple of hours with Kevin just a few weeks ago...and it was one of the highlights of my trip to Tennessee.
Kevin Brooks: A giant of a man....
Never in my wildest dreams did I think that this "Kevin" and I would become the friends that we are today. He is a real treasure in my life.
Our paths would again cross as he assumed the position of Director, Alumni Relations at Lee University, and I would be a student at the Church of God Theological Seminary (www.cogts.edu) adjacent to the Lee Campus. He and I hit it off immediately. He was always the kind, gracious, and wonderfully warm man that so represented the University extremely well.
And he represented the Kingdom of God very well also. He still does!
In the wisdom and plan of God, Kevin would accept a position at the International Offices of the Church of God (www.churchofgod.cc) in the Communicactions Department, working alongside a friend of mine, Scot Carter--who was a freshman at Lee when I was a Senior....a definitely small world.
But on a personal level, there are so many things I could write about Kevin Brooks:
1) He and I became very close when I was a seminary student, and even closer when I became an employee at Lee University in the Department of External Studies. When I left the University to make the move to Chicago, this precious man gave me a wonderful "Lee Alumni" sweatshirt--and I still wear it faithfully.
2) In the last 7+ years, I've been able to call Kevin just to say "hi" or to share something that has happened in my life. During a very dark and tumultuous time, I was able to call him and ask him to "pray" for me...and I know that he did. The Lord answered those prayers.
3) Kevin Brooks is the same gracious and godly man--regardless of where he is, or whose company in which he may find himself. Power, position, and possession has never gone to his head. I have every reason to believe that it never will.
4) When my wonderful friend Beaulah Gause went to glory almost five years ago, this precious Kevin attended the funeral in Cleveland on my behalf. Sister Gause' husband, Dr R Hollis Gause is like a father to me....and he was so glad to see Kevin, and to know of my concern and love. Now that is a "true friend."
5) Now he is serving the Lord and the good people of Tennessee in the State Legislature. I could not be more delighted for him....because I know that his PRIORITY is to serve God and to serve people.
I had the wonderful, wonderful privilege of spending a couple of hours with Kevin just a few weeks ago...and it was one of the highlights of my trip to Tennessee.
Kevin Brooks: A giant of a man....
Living in the land of Giants: Kevin Moses
Just as I promised in a previous post, I am starting a series of posts on people whom I consider "spiritual giants" in my life.
I first encountered Kevin almost eleven years ago--in a historical theology class at the Church of God Theological Seminary (www.cogts.edu) in Cleveland TN. He was in his first semester of graduate studies, and I had just started my second semester.
Shortly thereafter, Kevin and I became pals. I think it all "really" started when he came by my apartment (I was living in seminary housing at the time), and needed some help with some of the study material the professor had assigned up for an upcoming examination.
There are so many stories I can tell about Kevin. All of them good...and many of them very humorous. We lived together almost three years, and I got to know him pretty well.
But what I want to share here is why I consider him a "spiritual giant" in my life:
Kevin is a man of prayer. There were many nights that he would spend a great deal of time in prayer and consecration to the Lord. I could tell that he had "been with Jesus."
Kevin is a man of the Word. Many times when I just wouldn't open my Bible, I would find Kevin buried in his. He would read and meditate on long passages, and let God's Word soak deep into his head and his heart. I only wish I had done the same.
Kevin is a man of integrity. He truly exemplifies what it means to be a man of ethics, honor, and stature. If he makes a promise, he keeps it. If he says something is true, you can always take it to the bank, and deposit it.
I watched Kevin work a full time job at the Bradley Memorial Hospital, work as a Teaching Assistant in graduate school, help lead a youth group, teach a Sunday School class, and still stay happy and positive. (I would never recommend all of those things at once--and looking back, neither would he).
I remember when I suffered from such severe depression that I couldn't even cry--and yet this precious, precious man would sit there, pray for me, and many times cry with me.
He's a spiritual giant in my eyes. And a good one at that!
I first encountered Kevin almost eleven years ago--in a historical theology class at the Church of God Theological Seminary (www.cogts.edu) in Cleveland TN. He was in his first semester of graduate studies, and I had just started my second semester.
Shortly thereafter, Kevin and I became pals. I think it all "really" started when he came by my apartment (I was living in seminary housing at the time), and needed some help with some of the study material the professor had assigned up for an upcoming examination.
There are so many stories I can tell about Kevin. All of them good...and many of them very humorous. We lived together almost three years, and I got to know him pretty well.
But what I want to share here is why I consider him a "spiritual giant" in my life:
Kevin is a man of prayer. There were many nights that he would spend a great deal of time in prayer and consecration to the Lord. I could tell that he had "been with Jesus."
Kevin is a man of the Word. Many times when I just wouldn't open my Bible, I would find Kevin buried in his. He would read and meditate on long passages, and let God's Word soak deep into his head and his heart. I only wish I had done the same.
Kevin is a man of integrity. He truly exemplifies what it means to be a man of ethics, honor, and stature. If he makes a promise, he keeps it. If he says something is true, you can always take it to the bank, and deposit it.
I watched Kevin work a full time job at the Bradley Memorial Hospital, work as a Teaching Assistant in graduate school, help lead a youth group, teach a Sunday School class, and still stay happy and positive. (I would never recommend all of those things at once--and looking back, neither would he).
I remember when I suffered from such severe depression that I couldn't even cry--and yet this precious, precious man would sit there, pray for me, and many times cry with me.
He's a spiritual giant in my eyes. And a good one at that!
Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!
I want to take this opportunity in my little "corner of the cyber world" to wish everyone a marvelous and gracious Happy Thanksgiving!
We have so much for which to be thankful. I have WAAAAAY more to be thankful for, than what I can possibly "mourn" over.
Starting next week (or maybe this weekend) I want to start writing on "living among the giants"--some of the wonderful people who have so blest and graced my life, and I want to honor them--because they are truly giants in my eyes.
Have a great Thanksgiving!
We have so much for which to be thankful. I have WAAAAAY more to be thankful for, than what I can possibly "mourn" over.
Starting next week (or maybe this weekend) I want to start writing on "living among the giants"--some of the wonderful people who have so blest and graced my life, and I want to honor them--because they are truly giants in my eyes.
Have a great Thanksgiving!
Men are just HAPPIER people...
A wonderful lady, whom I've known for more than 25 years now, sent this to me earlier today:
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WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED:Men Are Just Happier People
--What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
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WHY MEN ARE NEVER DEPRESSED:Men Are Just Happier People
--What do you expect from such simple creatures?
Your last name stays put.
The garage is all yours.
Wedding plans take care of themselves.
Chocolate is just another snack.
You can be President.
You can never be pregnant.
You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park.
You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
Car mechanics tell you the truth.
The world is your urinal.
You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
You don't have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt
Same work, more pay.
Wrinkles add character.
Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
People never stare at your chest when you're talking to them.
New shoes don't cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
One mood all the time.
Phone conversations are over in 30 seconds flat.
You know stuff about tanks.
A five-day vacation requires only one suitcase.
You can open all your own jars.
You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend
Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
You almost never have strap problems in public.
You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
Everything on your face stays its original color.
The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.
You only have to shave your face and neck.
You can play with toys all your life.
One wallet and one color for all seasons.
You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
You can "do" your nails with a pocket knife.
You have freedom of choice concerning growing a mustache.
You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.
No wonder men are happier.
Thanksgiving Table Manners....
Dr Jack Hayford, (better known as "Pastor Jack") has inspired me for many, many years. Until a few years ago, he was the lead pastor at Southern California's "Church on the Way" in Van Nuys. He is a prolific preacher, wonderful writer, and gifted musician. His best-known song would be "Majesty."
Here is a link to a marvelous message he has prepared about "Thanksgiving Table Manners."
http://livingway.org/articles/thankgiving.pdf
May you have a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration this year!
Here is a link to a marvelous message he has prepared about "Thanksgiving Table Manners."
http://livingway.org/articles/thankgiving.pdf
May you have a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration this year!
Classes Just for Women!
Before anyone get's their "knighties in a knot"--I didn't come up with this list...I'm not that creative. I can thank a "nameless" pastor in the Midwest for sharing these:
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Easy Training Courses for Women
1. Silence, the Final Frontier: Where No Woman Has Gone Before
2. The Undiscovered Side of Banking: Making Deposits
3. Parties: Going Without New Outfits
4. Man Management: Minor Household Chores Can Wait Till After The Game
5. Bathroom Etiquette I: Men Need Space in the Bathroom Cabinet Too.
6. Bathroom Etiquette II: His Razor is His
7. Communication Skills I: Tears - The Last Resort, not the First.
8. Communication Skills II: Thinking Before Speaking
9. Communication Skills III: Getting What you Want Without Nagging
10. Driving a Car Safely: A Skill You CAN Acquire
11. Telephone Skills: How to Hang Up
12. Introduction to Parking
13. Advanced Parking: Backing Into a Space
14. Water Retention: Fact or Fat
15. Cooking I: Bringing Back Bacon, Eggs and Butter
16. Cooking II: Bran and Tofu are Not for Human Consumption
17. Cooking III: How not to Inflict Your Diets on Other People
18. Compliments: Accepting Them Gracefully
19. PMS: Your Problem . . . Not His
20. Dancing: Why Men Don't Like To
21. Classic Clothing: Wearing Outfits You Already Have
22. Household Dust: A Harmless Natural Occurrence Only Women Notice
23. Integrating Your Laundry: Washing It All Together
24. Oil and Gas: Your Car Needs Both
25. TV Remotes: For Men Only
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Easy Training Courses for Women
1. Silence, the Final Frontier: Where No Woman Has Gone Before
2. The Undiscovered Side of Banking: Making Deposits
3. Parties: Going Without New Outfits
4. Man Management: Minor Household Chores Can Wait Till After The Game
5. Bathroom Etiquette I: Men Need Space in the Bathroom Cabinet Too.
6. Bathroom Etiquette II: His Razor is His
7. Communication Skills I: Tears - The Last Resort, not the First.
8. Communication Skills II: Thinking Before Speaking
9. Communication Skills III: Getting What you Want Without Nagging
10. Driving a Car Safely: A Skill You CAN Acquire
11. Telephone Skills: How to Hang Up
12. Introduction to Parking
13. Advanced Parking: Backing Into a Space
14. Water Retention: Fact or Fat
15. Cooking I: Bringing Back Bacon, Eggs and Butter
16. Cooking II: Bran and Tofu are Not for Human Consumption
17. Cooking III: How not to Inflict Your Diets on Other People
18. Compliments: Accepting Them Gracefully
19. PMS: Your Problem . . . Not His
20. Dancing: Why Men Don't Like To
21. Classic Clothing: Wearing Outfits You Already Have
22. Household Dust: A Harmless Natural Occurrence Only Women Notice
23. Integrating Your Laundry: Washing It All Together
24. Oil and Gas: Your Car Needs Both
25. TV Remotes: For Men Only
To America's Veterans: THANK YOU!
Even though we officially celebrated Veterans' Day Sunday and Monday (November 11-12, 2007), I just wanted to take my little "corner of the cyber world" and say a profound and heartfelt THANK YOU to all the men and women who have served this nation in the military services.
You are truly the best!
I served among you for ten years, and was thrilled and honored to do so. The sacrifices that you made for all the freedoms we enjoy can never be adequately compensated.
You are the best. I truly mean that.
You are truly the best!
I served among you for ten years, and was thrilled and honored to do so. The sacrifices that you made for all the freedoms we enjoy can never be adequately compensated.
You are the best. I truly mean that.
What is a VETERAN?
Someone posted this elsewhere, and I wanted to put it on my blog:
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What is a Veteran?
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking.
He/She is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.
He/She is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each others backs.
He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You.
That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".
"It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag."
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May I offer my deepest and most sincerest expressions of gratitude for the brave, wonderful men and women have served this wonderful land we call "AMERICA."
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What is a Veteran?
Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, a piece of shrapnel in the leg - or perhaps another sort of inner steel: the soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe wear no badge or emblem.
You can't tell a vet just by looking.
He/She is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She - or he - is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Da Nang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another - or didn't come back AT ALL.
He/She is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat - but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each others backs.
He is the parade - riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor dies unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket - palsied now and aggravatingly slow - who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being - a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a soldier and a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember, each time you see someone who has served our country, just lean over and say Thank You.
That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".
"It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the soldier, not the poet, who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the soldier, who salutes the flag, who serves beneath the flag, and whose coffin is draped by the flag, who allows the protester to burn the flag."
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May I offer my deepest and most sincerest expressions of gratitude for the brave, wonderful men and women have served this wonderful land we call "AMERICA."
1Lt Nass, off to Iraq...
Sunday afternoon, even while I was rejoicing in the greatness of God allowing me to be among those people whom I have loved for years (and who have loved me for years), it was also a tremendously sad one for me.
My precious friend and brother, 1Lt Christian Nass called to say "goodbye" before he deployed to the Middle East today. I handled the conversation pretty well until I started praying for him. Then, I lost it.
Really, really lost it!
I can't remember praying with such passion, and such pain in my heart--for someone who was going to war. I started praying, and I wound up praying some of the Psalms and crying...and crying...almost to the point of not being able to stop.
I am grateful to God for the privilege of prayer. I'm thankful for the blessing of tears, and emotions that we can lay bare before the Lord Jesus.
Pray for my buddy, Christian Nass. He is scheduled to be gone for some 15 months. His precious wife Sarah covets your prayers as well. She will be returning to Moody Bible Institute in the Spring to continue her studies.
I miss Christian already.
My precious friend and brother, 1Lt Christian Nass called to say "goodbye" before he deployed to the Middle East today. I handled the conversation pretty well until I started praying for him. Then, I lost it.
Really, really lost it!
I can't remember praying with such passion, and such pain in my heart--for someone who was going to war. I started praying, and I wound up praying some of the Psalms and crying...and crying...almost to the point of not being able to stop.
I am grateful to God for the privilege of prayer. I'm thankful for the blessing of tears, and emotions that we can lay bare before the Lord Jesus.
Pray for my buddy, Christian Nass. He is scheduled to be gone for some 15 months. His precious wife Sarah covets your prayers as well. She will be returning to Moody Bible Institute in the Spring to continue her studies.
I miss Christian already.
The greatest treasures of life...
As I mentioned in a previous post, I spent a few days in Cleveland, TN this past week/end. My visit there was two-fold:
First, I wanted to see some of the precious saints of God who have grown older, and many of them are getting ready to leave this world for their eternal residence in Heaven. Too many of them have passed into eternity without me having the chance to say goodbye, or at least seeing them. I just could not let that happen again!
Second, Lee University (www.leeuniversity.edu) was having it's 2007 Homecoming festivities, and I knew I would get to see lots and lots of people--many of whom I have not seen in at least 20 years....it was just great!
On both fronts, I can humbly say "Mission Accomplished." The Lord, in His infinite grace and goodness, allowed me to see so very many people who have enriched my life simply by "being there." Many of these people are now scattered to the four corners of the continent--and the globe even--but we still have this "connection" that says we are family. The family of God.
While I am bound to leave someone out, I want to mention some folks that I didn't mention previously:
My wonderful friend Kevin Brooks
A long-time friend, Byron Medlin
A classmate, Jeff Sargeant
Dr and Mrs French Arrington--I worked for her, and he taught several of my classes.
Lydia Culpepper--we sang in Campus Choir together--one of the most talented women I know.
Steve and Laura Allen--he is now the Minister of Music at Westmore Church.
and the list goes on.
All of these people are so special to me for several reasons. First, they are the 'family of God'--we have a blood covenant that "relates" us. Secondly, in one way or another, we have all been connected to Lee College (now Universit) in times past. And third, they have profoundly touched my life in ways that matter to me.
These are just some of "life's great treasures." And I'm a "rich, rich" man because of God's generosity of putting them into my life.
First, I wanted to see some of the precious saints of God who have grown older, and many of them are getting ready to leave this world for their eternal residence in Heaven. Too many of them have passed into eternity without me having the chance to say goodbye, or at least seeing them. I just could not let that happen again!
Second, Lee University (www.leeuniversity.edu) was having it's 2007 Homecoming festivities, and I knew I would get to see lots and lots of people--many of whom I have not seen in at least 20 years....it was just great!
On both fronts, I can humbly say "Mission Accomplished." The Lord, in His infinite grace and goodness, allowed me to see so very many people who have enriched my life simply by "being there." Many of these people are now scattered to the four corners of the continent--and the globe even--but we still have this "connection" that says we are family. The family of God.
While I am bound to leave someone out, I want to mention some folks that I didn't mention previously:
My wonderful friend Kevin Brooks
A long-time friend, Byron Medlin
A classmate, Jeff Sargeant
Dr and Mrs French Arrington--I worked for her, and he taught several of my classes.
Lydia Culpepper--we sang in Campus Choir together--one of the most talented women I know.
Steve and Laura Allen--he is now the Minister of Music at Westmore Church.
and the list goes on.
All of these people are so special to me for several reasons. First, they are the 'family of God'--we have a blood covenant that "relates" us. Secondly, in one way or another, we have all been connected to Lee College (now Universit) in times past. And third, they have profoundly touched my life in ways that matter to me.
These are just some of "life's great treasures." And I'm a "rich, rich" man because of God's generosity of putting them into my life.
Old Friends...
WOW! Yesterday was such a "refresher" for me...and a real "refreshing" as well.
I landed in Nashville, TN on Wednesday evening, and took the ground shuttle over to Chattanooga...my friend, Dr Jimmy Harper, Campus Pastor at Lee University picked me up.
He, his wife Sharon, and wonderful children (Jamie and Jessica) have been so kind and gracious to me. They have attended my every need (and want.)
I was blest to see a long list of wonderful friends yesterday. Some of the people I have regular contact with, and many I don't. But here's just a few:
Dr R Hollis Gause (my "father" in so many ways).
Dr Bob Crick
Tim Burdashaw
Dr Donald Bowdle
Dr Jim Burns
Dr. William Lamb
Dr Cheryl Johns
Dr Jackie Johns
Dr Steve Land
Dr Kim Alexander
Dr Andrea Dismukes
Dr Brian Alderman (well, he's almost finished with his Dissertation) and his wonderful wife Monica--who had me as a dinner guest last night--it was delicious!
Chaplain (now retired) Ben Perez
And so many more. The problem with listing names is that you are predestined to forget someone...and I'm sure that I have.
It's been great so far...getting to see many people whom I have loved for years...and more importantly who have loved me for years.
I'll write more...later.
I landed in Nashville, TN on Wednesday evening, and took the ground shuttle over to Chattanooga...my friend, Dr Jimmy Harper, Campus Pastor at Lee University picked me up.
He, his wife Sharon, and wonderful children (Jamie and Jessica) have been so kind and gracious to me. They have attended my every need (and want.)
I was blest to see a long list of wonderful friends yesterday. Some of the people I have regular contact with, and many I don't. But here's just a few:
Dr R Hollis Gause (my "father" in so many ways).
Dr Bob Crick
Tim Burdashaw
Dr Donald Bowdle
Dr Jim Burns
Dr. William Lamb
Dr Cheryl Johns
Dr Jackie Johns
Dr Steve Land
Dr Kim Alexander
Dr Andrea Dismukes
Dr Brian Alderman (well, he's almost finished with his Dissertation) and his wonderful wife Monica--who had me as a dinner guest last night--it was delicious!
Chaplain (now retired) Ben Perez
And so many more. The problem with listing names is that you are predestined to forget someone...and I'm sure that I have.
It's been great so far...getting to see many people whom I have loved for years...and more importantly who have loved me for years.
I'll write more...later.
Slandering Jesus
My pastor, Erwin Lutzer, has written an incredible book that is a MUST read:
Slandering Jesus
I remember when Pastor Lutzer started preaching this series several years ago. It was powerful, and much needed.
Even more so is it needed today.
Please buy yourself a copy, and get one for a friend. Let's know the truth about God's Son!
Slandering Jesus
I remember when Pastor Lutzer started preaching this series several years ago. It was powerful, and much needed.
Even more so is it needed today.
Please buy yourself a copy, and get one for a friend. Let's know the truth about God's Son!
To the land of "Biscuits and Gravy"
In about 24 hours, I will be headed to Midway Airport here in Chicago (south side), on my Southwest Airlines flight to Nashville, Tennessee. From there I will take a shuttle over to Chattanooga, TN...and my friend Dr Jimmy Harper will be picking me up, and taking me to his home in Cleveland TN--some 20 minutes north of Chattanooga. This is the "land of biscuits and gravy"...or at least one of them.
"What's the occasion?" you ask...wayul, lemme tell you all about it!
I'm really returning (temporarily) to the South for two wonderful reasons:
First, I am going to see some wonderful saints of God who have loved me (and whom I have been blest to love and know) for more than 30 years, before they graduate to Heaven. Far too many of these precious people went on to glory without me having the chance to say "Look for me." I can hardly wait to see these precious people...far too many to list here.
Second, I will be participating in the Homecoming events at my alma mater, Lee University (www.leeuniversity.edu). I'll get to "reconnect" with alumni from all over the country, and with many of those great folk that I treasured when we were students at Lee--and treasure them even more now, some 20+ years later.
Of course, the South is known for it's wonderful "comfort" food.....and I plan to partake with great gusto and vigor.
Yep, it's the "land of biscuits and gravy" for me...
But I'll be back in The Windy City in no time...
"What's the occasion?" you ask...wayul, lemme tell you all about it!
I'm really returning (temporarily) to the South for two wonderful reasons:
First, I am going to see some wonderful saints of God who have loved me (and whom I have been blest to love and know) for more than 30 years, before they graduate to Heaven. Far too many of these precious people went on to glory without me having the chance to say "Look for me." I can hardly wait to see these precious people...far too many to list here.
Second, I will be participating in the Homecoming events at my alma mater, Lee University (www.leeuniversity.edu). I'll get to "reconnect" with alumni from all over the country, and with many of those great folk that I treasured when we were students at Lee--and treasure them even more now, some 20+ years later.
Of course, the South is known for it's wonderful "comfort" food.....and I plan to partake with great gusto and vigor.
Yep, it's the "land of biscuits and gravy" for me...
But I'll be back in The Windy City in no time...
What I would like to see in America...
It seems that this nation barely survived the tumultuous election of 2004 (Bush Vs Kerry), and then the mid-term elections ( Republicans lost, and Democrats won--however temporary that may turn out to be), and now the 2008 Election Season is already in full swing! How can it be?
Be that as it may, there are some things I would love to see become "commonplace" in the United States of America:
1) A sense of civility returned to our society:
A) People with manners, both spoken and unspoken. "Yes sir" "No ma'am" and "Thank you", accompanied by "Please" and "How may I help you?"
B) Neighbors who remember they have neighbors. This includes, but is not limited to, playing electronic equipment of all kinds (that includes the Television) at a reasonable level, where no one else outside the confines of one's space can hear it. This also includes the kindness of checking on one's neighbors to make sure they are alright, and see if there are needs of any kind.
C) Employees (and employers) who realize that work is a privilege and responsibility in this nation. We are all better when we "work."
2) A sense of morality in our society again:
A) RESPONSIBILITY seems to be an awfully long word in a terribly foreign language lately. Everyone demands their "rights" but precious few want to own their "responsibilities" as well.
Where is the responsibility we all have for a safe, healthy environment? What about the responsibility to raise children in the fear and admonition of the Lord? What about the responsibility of "contribution" and not just "consumption"?
B) Our society has gone crazy sexually--and otherwise. We need to practice self-control and temperance again. Our appetites and desires are the force that "makes the world go 'round." Regardless of what the "tube" or anything else tells us, we must be a society that values "self-control" once again.
3) We must be a society that devalues "greed" in all it's forms:
A) I remember hearing someone say that "money is a great servant, and a horrible master." But it seems that "greed" is the new badge of honor. Recently someone told me that their boss only sees one color: GREEN. There is something terribly, horribly wrong with that picture.
B) Less is more. And if you don't believe me, trying "moving" your entire household--packing everything, finding boxes, and paying with it in blood, sweat, and tears...and backaches, etc. Do we really "need" all this stuff? I've decided that I don't.
These are issues that "politics" alone will not solve...and more than likely will never be addressed from the "stump."
But these are foundational issues...and our foundations in this nation seem to be crumbling...now is the time to stop the "rot."
Be that as it may, there are some things I would love to see become "commonplace" in the United States of America:
1) A sense of civility returned to our society:
A) People with manners, both spoken and unspoken. "Yes sir" "No ma'am" and "Thank you", accompanied by "Please" and "How may I help you?"
B) Neighbors who remember they have neighbors. This includes, but is not limited to, playing electronic equipment of all kinds (that includes the Television) at a reasonable level, where no one else outside the confines of one's space can hear it. This also includes the kindness of checking on one's neighbors to make sure they are alright, and see if there are needs of any kind.
C) Employees (and employers) who realize that work is a privilege and responsibility in this nation. We are all better when we "work."
2) A sense of morality in our society again:
A) RESPONSIBILITY seems to be an awfully long word in a terribly foreign language lately. Everyone demands their "rights" but precious few want to own their "responsibilities" as well.
Where is the responsibility we all have for a safe, healthy environment? What about the responsibility to raise children in the fear and admonition of the Lord? What about the responsibility of "contribution" and not just "consumption"?
B) Our society has gone crazy sexually--and otherwise. We need to practice self-control and temperance again. Our appetites and desires are the force that "makes the world go 'round." Regardless of what the "tube" or anything else tells us, we must be a society that values "self-control" once again.
3) We must be a society that devalues "greed" in all it's forms:
A) I remember hearing someone say that "money is a great servant, and a horrible master." But it seems that "greed" is the new badge of honor. Recently someone told me that their boss only sees one color: GREEN. There is something terribly, horribly wrong with that picture.
B) Less is more. And if you don't believe me, trying "moving" your entire household--packing everything, finding boxes, and paying with it in blood, sweat, and tears...and backaches, etc. Do we really "need" all this stuff? I've decided that I don't.
These are issues that "politics" alone will not solve...and more than likely will never be addressed from the "stump."
But these are foundational issues...and our foundations in this nation seem to be crumbling...now is the time to stop the "rot."
Friends...and then there's SOUTHERN FRIENDS...
A wonderful "southern lady" sent this to me. It is so very, very true!
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"FRIENDS" VS. "SOUTHERN" FRIENDS
FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Always bring the food. And lots of it.
FRIENDS: Will say "hello".
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss. More than one.
FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad, and often.
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Cry with you. And for you.
FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and just being together. Then do the dishes before leaving.
FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you. And most of the time know you better than you do yourself.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' back-ends that left you. Then walk beside you in the front of the crowd.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!" If you are not home they will wait.
FRIENDS: Are for a while.
SOUTHREN FRIENDS: Are for life. And then some.
FRIENDS: Might ignore this.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will forward this to all their Southern Friends.
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"FRIENDS" VS. "SOUTHERN" FRIENDS
FRIENDS: Never ask for food.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Always bring the food. And lots of it.
FRIENDS: Will say "hello".
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will give you a big hug and a kiss. More than one.
FRIENDS: Call your parents Mr. and Mrs.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Call your parents Mom and Dad, and often.
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Cry with you. And for you.
FRIENDS: Will eat at your dinner table and leave.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will spend hours there, talking, laughing, and just being together. Then do the dishes before leaving.
FRIENDS: Know a few things about you.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Could write a book with direct quotes from you. And most of the time know you better than you do yourself.
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that's what the crowd is doing.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowds' back-ends that left you. Then walk beside you in the front of the crowd.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your door.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Walk right in and say, "I'm home!" If you are not home they will wait.
FRIENDS: Are for a while.
SOUTHREN FRIENDS: Are for life. And then some.
FRIENDS: Might ignore this.
SOUTHERN FRIENDS: Will forward this to all their Southern Friends.
California Burning---Not good!
Like the rest of the nation, I watched in absolute horror last night as Charlie Gibson brought a "Primetime Special Report: California Burning" right after Dancing with the Stars...
Having lived in Northern California for three years, I feel a very deep sorrow and grief for those wonderful people in San Diego County and the surrounding areas who have lost everything they owned to these wild fires.
These tragedies only remind me that we "can't take it with" us--regardless of how valuable it is.
The Scriptures tell us that God creates wealth, and He also brings disaster (Read Isaiah's prophecy), and in this awful time, these people must look to the God who never slumbers nor sleeps.
Now is the time for the people of God to be the "hands and feet of Christ" to more than one million people who have been affected by this disaster.
What can you do? What can I do?
Having lived in Northern California for three years, I feel a very deep sorrow and grief for those wonderful people in San Diego County and the surrounding areas who have lost everything they owned to these wild fires.
These tragedies only remind me that we "can't take it with" us--regardless of how valuable it is.
The Scriptures tell us that God creates wealth, and He also brings disaster (Read Isaiah's prophecy), and in this awful time, these people must look to the God who never slumbers nor sleeps.
Now is the time for the people of God to be the "hands and feet of Christ" to more than one million people who have been affected by this disaster.
What can you do? What can I do?
Where are the PARENTS in this nation?
I am continually shocked/amazed/alarmed when I see what is happening in contemporary American culture!
Now, I'm only 45 years old (will be 46 in March, 2008), but I remember a day back when:
Parents knew where their "underage" children were. (By "underage" I mean anyone less than 21 years old--and even those over 21 if they still lived in the parents' home.)
"Yes Ma'am" and "No Sir" were the only accepted answers to questions that required "two word" answers. (What happened? WHAT HAPPENED?)
Parents didn't have to worry about their ten-year old son being gunned down two blocks from his home by a stray bullet from "gang wars"....this just happened last night on Chicago's South side.....my heart breaks for that family.
Parents knew BETTER than to buy an arsenal of "anything" for their child that could harm someone else--but a mother in Pennsylvania bought an arsenal for her son to potentially harm an entire high school. The only reason the father didn't buy the boy a gun was because "Daddy is a felon"....What on earth?
I'm just wondering where the "adults" are in American society?
Have we abdicated the responsibility of civility to someone other than the "adults"?
Have "personal rights" become more necessary and absolute than "personal responsibility"?
Where are the parents/adults in this nation?
Now, I'm only 45 years old (will be 46 in March, 2008), but I remember a day back when:
Parents knew where their "underage" children were. (By "underage" I mean anyone less than 21 years old--and even those over 21 if they still lived in the parents' home.)
"Yes Ma'am" and "No Sir" were the only accepted answers to questions that required "two word" answers. (What happened? WHAT HAPPENED?)
Parents didn't have to worry about their ten-year old son being gunned down two blocks from his home by a stray bullet from "gang wars"....this just happened last night on Chicago's South side.....my heart breaks for that family.
Parents knew BETTER than to buy an arsenal of "anything" for their child that could harm someone else--but a mother in Pennsylvania bought an arsenal for her son to potentially harm an entire high school. The only reason the father didn't buy the boy a gun was because "Daddy is a felon"....What on earth?
I'm just wondering where the "adults" are in American society?
Have we abdicated the responsibility of civility to someone other than the "adults"?
Have "personal rights" become more necessary and absolute than "personal responsibility"?
Where are the parents/adults in this nation?
The Problem of Pain...
I'm not really sure why this "title" has been swimming around in my head all morning, but it has.
And it seems as though we Christ-followers aren't always ready to "answer" why we have the problem of pain.
And yet, so many of us really do deal with incredible pain:
Pain in our bodies
Pain in our relationships
Pain in our local churches
Pain in our job situations
Pain in our families
Pain, pain, PAIN!
I'm not sure of the exact source, but I do remember hearing someone quoting C S Lewis, "Pain is God's megaphone." Whether the late and great Mr Lewis said this or not, I'm not able to verify right at this moment.
But this much I can verify:
Pain is a part of life. There is no such thing as "Pain-free" living. Of course those who want to live "pain-free" can certainly do that...while they are living in absolute denial also.
What do we do with "the pain?"
Some answers are very simplistic:
"Give it to the Lord, and let Him take care of it."
I agree, and I often want to do just that.
OR
"Just forget about your pain, it will go away."
Yep, bet you've done that a bunch of times, huh?
So how do we Christians handle the "problem of pain?"
And it seems as though we Christ-followers aren't always ready to "answer" why we have the problem of pain.
And yet, so many of us really do deal with incredible pain:
Pain in our bodies
Pain in our relationships
Pain in our local churches
Pain in our job situations
Pain in our families
Pain, pain, PAIN!
I'm not sure of the exact source, but I do remember hearing someone quoting C S Lewis, "Pain is God's megaphone." Whether the late and great Mr Lewis said this or not, I'm not able to verify right at this moment.
But this much I can verify:
Pain is a part of life. There is no such thing as "Pain-free" living. Of course those who want to live "pain-free" can certainly do that...while they are living in absolute denial also.
What do we do with "the pain?"
Some answers are very simplistic:
"Give it to the Lord, and let Him take care of it."
I agree, and I often want to do just that.
OR
"Just forget about your pain, it will go away."
Yep, bet you've done that a bunch of times, huh?
So how do we Christians handle the "problem of pain?"
Congratulations to Aaron and Kristie
I am flying to "Hot"lanta tonite...(that's Atlanta for all the non-Southerners among us) to participate in the festivities of my great friend Aaron Kuglin. He and his wife-to-be, Kristy, will be exchanging their wedding vows on Saturday. I am so excited for them.
I first met Aaron back in 2001, during a morning service at Founder's Week--a bible conference sponsored and hosted by the Moody Bible Institute here in Chicago.
He and I went to lunch (at Portillo's if my memory serves me correctly), and we have been pals ever since. I assisted his mom and dad with the "details" of his junior recital, and again for his senior recital in 2004.
He has been closer than a brother to me, and for many reasons to numerous to detail here.
I am so thrilled for him. I am so thrilled that he wants me to be at his wedding.
It is my honor and pleasure.
Kristie is getting a "saint" of a man. And she's marrying one of my dearest friends.
I first met Aaron back in 2001, during a morning service at Founder's Week--a bible conference sponsored and hosted by the Moody Bible Institute here in Chicago.
He and I went to lunch (at Portillo's if my memory serves me correctly), and we have been pals ever since. I assisted his mom and dad with the "details" of his junior recital, and again for his senior recital in 2004.
He has been closer than a brother to me, and for many reasons to numerous to detail here.
I am so thrilled for him. I am so thrilled that he wants me to be at his wedding.
It is my honor and pleasure.
Kristie is getting a "saint" of a man. And she's marrying one of my dearest friends.
What are your favorite Scripture verses?
When someone asks you to quote your favorite Scripture verses, what immediately comes to mind?
Here are two of mine:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he would lay down his life for a friend" (John 15:13)
"The Lord is the shade at your right hand. The sun will not strike you by day, nor the moon by night." (Psalm 121:3).
So what are your favorites--without looking them up....
Go ahead, feel free to share them here
Here are two of mine:
"Greater love has no man than this, that he would lay down his life for a friend" (John 15:13)
"The Lord is the shade at your right hand. The sun will not strike you by day, nor the moon by night." (Psalm 121:3).
So what are your favorites--without looking them up....
Go ahead, feel free to share them here
To the Chicago Tribune
Last Saturday's Chicago Tribune published a letter in the "Voice of the People" section entitled "The Benefits to Becoming Bilingual"--a direct reference to why we should all learn Spanish.
While I found the letter very well-written, I also found it infuriating. I sent this response to the editor of the Chicago Tribune today:
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Regarding Missy Berry's well-written opinion in Saturday's "Voice of the People", I must respectfully and firmly disagree with just about every premise of her letter.
I do not feel threatened by anyone who speaks, looks, acts differently than myself....at least not in my country--the United States of America. I am very thankful for the great diversity of people that are found in this place--the freest nation in the history of humanity. But this is AMERICA...not Mexico, or Poland, or Zimbabwe, just to name a few foreign countries.
I am particularly not threatened by those Spanish-speakers who come here. I am more frustrated than threatened. And what is particularly frustrating to me, and to millions of my fellow citizens across this land is the unwillingness of many of the "Hispanics" "Latinos"--whatever they want to call themselves--to adapt this new country. I keep hearing some of the Hispanics say, "But in my country..."
If this isn't their country, what on earth are they doing here? No one goes somewhere for a 20-year visit.
Americans have every right to celebrate Independence Day because that is OUR national holiday. The Liberation of Poland, Mexico, or any other nation (outside of the USA) is not our national holiday, nor should it be.
As a military veteran, I am deeply disturbed by the fact that we Americans have become so "culturally diverse" and "openminded" that we forget we are Americans. I have no hyphenated patriotism...I am an American. It doesn't matter what the lineage is...what matters is that I am an American.
The benefits of people learning to speak the English language, should they decide to live here permanently (and having lived here for more than several months, I do believe that is their intentions) are manifold: Better chances for productive employment. Better chances for educational opportunities, and far better chances to climb the economic ladder.
The benefits of people learning to speak English here in the United States are also longlasting upon all who pay taxes to the local, state, and federal governments. Translating all those forms is expensive--and someone, somewhere has to pay the "fiddler" after the dancing is over. I pay my share. But I would have to pay less if we insisted that people adapt and assimilate into this country and to learn the prevailing language of commerce and society.
Wave the Flag of the United States, learn to speak English, and get on the path to becoming an American. No need to hyphenate your plans. Just do it.
While I found the letter very well-written, I also found it infuriating. I sent this response to the editor of the Chicago Tribune today:
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Regarding Missy Berry's well-written opinion in Saturday's "Voice of the People", I must respectfully and firmly disagree with just about every premise of her letter.
I do not feel threatened by anyone who speaks, looks, acts differently than myself....at least not in my country--the United States of America. I am very thankful for the great diversity of people that are found in this place--the freest nation in the history of humanity. But this is AMERICA...not Mexico, or Poland, or Zimbabwe, just to name a few foreign countries.
I am particularly not threatened by those Spanish-speakers who come here. I am more frustrated than threatened. And what is particularly frustrating to me, and to millions of my fellow citizens across this land is the unwillingness of many of the "Hispanics" "Latinos"--whatever they want to call themselves--to adapt this new country. I keep hearing some of the Hispanics say, "But in my country..."
If this isn't their country, what on earth are they doing here? No one goes somewhere for a 20-year visit.
Americans have every right to celebrate Independence Day because that is OUR national holiday. The Liberation of Poland, Mexico, or any other nation (outside of the USA) is not our national holiday, nor should it be.
As a military veteran, I am deeply disturbed by the fact that we Americans have become so "culturally diverse" and "openminded" that we forget we are Americans. I have no hyphenated patriotism...I am an American. It doesn't matter what the lineage is...what matters is that I am an American.
The benefits of people learning to speak the English language, should they decide to live here permanently (and having lived here for more than several months, I do believe that is their intentions) are manifold: Better chances for productive employment. Better chances for educational opportunities, and far better chances to climb the economic ladder.
The benefits of people learning to speak English here in the United States are also longlasting upon all who pay taxes to the local, state, and federal governments. Translating all those forms is expensive--and someone, somewhere has to pay the "fiddler" after the dancing is over. I pay my share. But I would have to pay less if we insisted that people adapt and assimilate into this country and to learn the prevailing language of commerce and society.
Wave the Flag of the United States, learn to speak English, and get on the path to becoming an American. No need to hyphenate your plans. Just do it.
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