I'll do my best to keep this post "short in righteousness" (and there are certain readers that I can already hear laughing out loud).
Every day of my life, I am aware of God's forgiveness in my life. I am acutely aware that I would have NO HOPE now or in eternity if God were not a "forgiving God." Thousands of years ago, King David said, "Bless the Lord...who forgives your iniquities..." God forgives.
Jesus said, explaining the Father's love to a group of disciples that just were not "getting it" yet, that the person who is forgiven little loves little (in return). He who is forgiven much (that would be me) loves much. If we still have breath in our bodies, and we know the LORD JESUS as our Savior, we are in the "forgiven much" category. Every single one of us.
Only Biblical Christianity offers humanity the opportunity and blessing of "forgiveness". On the Cross, our LORD's request to His Father was "Forgive them, they don't know what they are doing." I could write many, many pages on how God's forgiveness has changed my life.
I'm also thankful for the forgiveness extended to me by others. I am a less-than perfect person (in case any of you were wondering). I have committed wrongs (both intentionally and accidentally) against others...and for these wrongs I am profoundly penitent. And it has been the "forgiveness" extended by others that continues to show me the "forgiveness of God" which saves my life. Again, Jesus is brought into the picture. His words were very, very clear: "If you do not forgive others, don't expect God to forgive you." It's pretty hard to scramble the meaning of such a straightforward declaration.
Every day I remember the words (born at The Moody Church, by the way), "Pardon for sin, and a peace that endureth..."
Yes, I am thankful for the forgiveness of God. And I am thankful for the forgiveness of others who share this common humanity with me.
3. I am thankful for sleep...
I am about to retire for the evening, and sleep is one of the foremost thoughts on my mind right now...really it is. I remember hearing J E Brisson quote Psalms 127:2 one morning in a sermon, "the LORD gives His beloved sleep..." I've always remembered that....and I try to live by it on a daily/nightly basis.
I did something this afternoon that I rarely ever do: I came home and took a good, long nap. It was about 45 minutes long, and I felt so good when I woke up. I needed that nap.
I am thankful that God so designed our bodies that we MUST bring everything to a halt, and rest. That beautiful four-letter word, "REST".....indeed a lovely, lovely word.
I have very little trouble going to sleep (usually), and within about two minutes of lying down and turning off the reading lights, I am safely transported into "LaLa land." The journey is usually quick, uneventful, and refreshing.
But now, the words of a song come to mind:
"Soon I shall hear a call from heaven's portals, 'Come home, My child, it's the last mile you must trod.' I'll fall ASLEEP and wake in God's new heaven, sheltered safely in the arms of God."
Many, many thanks to the late Dottie Rambo who wrote such powerful songs about Heaven.
But for now, it's time to go to sleep. And as the Apostle Paul said, "If I live it is unto the Lord, and if I die, it is unto the Lord, so whether I live or die, I am the Lord's." (Romans 14:8). I will go to sleep trusting this strong, Almighty, Ever-Faithful God to do as He sees best in my life.
That's definitely something I can find great rest in.
I did something this afternoon that I rarely ever do: I came home and took a good, long nap. It was about 45 minutes long, and I felt so good when I woke up. I needed that nap.
I am thankful that God so designed our bodies that we MUST bring everything to a halt, and rest. That beautiful four-letter word, "REST".....indeed a lovely, lovely word.
I have very little trouble going to sleep (usually), and within about two minutes of lying down and turning off the reading lights, I am safely transported into "LaLa land." The journey is usually quick, uneventful, and refreshing.
But now, the words of a song come to mind:
"Soon I shall hear a call from heaven's portals, 'Come home, My child, it's the last mile you must trod.' I'll fall ASLEEP and wake in God's new heaven, sheltered safely in the arms of God."
Many, many thanks to the late Dottie Rambo who wrote such powerful songs about Heaven.
But for now, it's time to go to sleep. And as the Apostle Paul said, "If I live it is unto the Lord, and if I die, it is unto the Lord, so whether I live or die, I am the Lord's." (Romans 14:8). I will go to sleep trusting this strong, Almighty, Ever-Faithful God to do as He sees best in my life.
That's definitely something I can find great rest in.
2. I am thankful for SURGERY
Yep, you read it absolutely correctly. I am so thankful for modern medicine, and LAPARASCOPIC SURGERY. Here's what I'm talking about:
Last year, exactly ONE YEAR AGO TODAY, I formally began the process to become a living kidney donor to my good friend, Dr Bill George. (He was my Introduction to World Missions professor at Lee College [now University] more than 24 years ago). I remember that morning very well. It was a Tuesday, and I was preparing to have my small group over for dinner at my place that evening. So, I took the day off, and started the journey with a visit to my doctor's office, to give FIVE tubes of blood. Okay, they were small tubes.
Six months ago this very day, Dr Bill and I were both in the University of Alabama-Birmingham Hospital, preparing for my nephrectomy (kidney removal), where I would give my left kidney, and he would receive my left kidney--prayerfully ridding him of the need for hemodialysis for the rest of his earthly life. (He won't need dialysis in heaven, reports have shown).
It seems like yesterday, and then again, it seems like years ago. I can remember it like yesterday,that's for sure. After a parade of people on Tuesday coming by our room to visit (we had been placed in the same semi-private room, because there was "no room in the inn" for private rooms until after our respective surgeries) we both tried to get some sleep. I think I may have slept an hour or so...but then again, I wasn't bothered. I would get plenty of sleep during the "procedure." And sleep I did....not a dream, nothing for the next 4 hours or so.
Down in the "pre-Operative" area, I was honing my skills as a comedian. Not under duress, by any stretch, just a bit of medication which was slowly running through my left arm via the heplock and IV that was being inserted. As soon as I arrived in the area (around 5:15 a.m), one of the nurse put this rather large "hospital gown" on me...that expanded....really, IT EXPANDED...I'd never seen one like this before. The reason for the gown was to regulate my body temperature, and it had a little "control button" that I had a lot of fun with...A LOT of fun, I tell you.
At one point, I asked a few of the nurses a serious question...once I got them to my bedside..."Does this gown make me look FAT?" Oh yes, they were all laughing out loud...the medicine was doing its thing, obviously.
About 6 a.m. or so, I was rolled away from my "stage" and taken down to surgery, where the kindest young lady told me what would be happening...Her name was either Tameka or Shaniqua...can't remember. I began saying, "Bless the LORD O my soul, and all that is within me, Bless His holy name!" She asked, "Are you a Christian, Mr Hoover?" I replied in the affirmative...and then began reciting the words, "He hideth my soul in the Cleft of the Rock..." and was pretty much out....
A few hours later, I was being rolled from Recovery into my private room, where a "band of angels" awaited me. Well, at the time, these people were angels to me. I was pretty much wide awake, which surprised me. (The Nurse Practitioner and Surgeon had both told me the day before that I would be extremely drowsy, sleepy and wouldn't feel like talking to anyone...that WAS not the case at all.) I asked, "Am I in heaven or am I in a hospital room?" Someone replied, "Brother, you are in a hospital room." I immediately said, "We aren't doing this again, are we?"
I could go on, and on, and on with this story. I'm still fascinated by it...even though most of my friends are probably bored....and no, there will NOT be a "made-for-television" movie of it all. (However, being currently unemployed, I could use the cash from the massive royalties that I know would accumulate).
Now, six months later, I am feeling fabulous, and Dr Bill George is also feeling great.
**I would like to thank my dear friend, Dr Jackie David Johns (www.jackiespeaks.blogspot.com) for allowing me to "channel" his very dry, and hysterically funny sense of humor in the telling of this most serious and tremendously gratifying event in my life. Jackie, I hope I did you proud.
Last year, exactly ONE YEAR AGO TODAY, I formally began the process to become a living kidney donor to my good friend, Dr Bill George. (He was my Introduction to World Missions professor at Lee College [now University] more than 24 years ago). I remember that morning very well. It was a Tuesday, and I was preparing to have my small group over for dinner at my place that evening. So, I took the day off, and started the journey with a visit to my doctor's office, to give FIVE tubes of blood. Okay, they were small tubes.
Six months ago this very day, Dr Bill and I were both in the University of Alabama-Birmingham Hospital, preparing for my nephrectomy (kidney removal), where I would give my left kidney, and he would receive my left kidney--prayerfully ridding him of the need for hemodialysis for the rest of his earthly life. (He won't need dialysis in heaven, reports have shown).
It seems like yesterday, and then again, it seems like years ago. I can remember it like yesterday,that's for sure. After a parade of people on Tuesday coming by our room to visit (we had been placed in the same semi-private room, because there was "no room in the inn" for private rooms until after our respective surgeries) we both tried to get some sleep. I think I may have slept an hour or so...but then again, I wasn't bothered. I would get plenty of sleep during the "procedure." And sleep I did....not a dream, nothing for the next 4 hours or so.
Down in the "pre-Operative" area, I was honing my skills as a comedian. Not under duress, by any stretch, just a bit of medication which was slowly running through my left arm via the heplock and IV that was being inserted. As soon as I arrived in the area (around 5:15 a.m), one of the nurse put this rather large "hospital gown" on me...that expanded....really, IT EXPANDED...I'd never seen one like this before. The reason for the gown was to regulate my body temperature, and it had a little "control button" that I had a lot of fun with...A LOT of fun, I tell you.
At one point, I asked a few of the nurses a serious question...once I got them to my bedside..."Does this gown make me look FAT?" Oh yes, they were all laughing out loud...the medicine was doing its thing, obviously.
About 6 a.m. or so, I was rolled away from my "stage" and taken down to surgery, where the kindest young lady told me what would be happening...Her name was either Tameka or Shaniqua...can't remember. I began saying, "Bless the LORD O my soul, and all that is within me, Bless His holy name!" She asked, "Are you a Christian, Mr Hoover?" I replied in the affirmative...and then began reciting the words, "He hideth my soul in the Cleft of the Rock..." and was pretty much out....
A few hours later, I was being rolled from Recovery into my private room, where a "band of angels" awaited me. Well, at the time, these people were angels to me. I was pretty much wide awake, which surprised me. (The Nurse Practitioner and Surgeon had both told me the day before that I would be extremely drowsy, sleepy and wouldn't feel like talking to anyone...that WAS not the case at all.) I asked, "Am I in heaven or am I in a hospital room?" Someone replied, "Brother, you are in a hospital room." I immediately said, "We aren't doing this again, are we?"
I could go on, and on, and on with this story. I'm still fascinated by it...even though most of my friends are probably bored....and no, there will NOT be a "made-for-television" movie of it all. (However, being currently unemployed, I could use the cash from the massive royalties that I know would accumulate).
Now, six months later, I am feeling fabulous, and Dr Bill George is also feeling great.
**I would like to thank my dear friend, Dr Jackie David Johns (www.jackiespeaks.blogspot.com) for allowing me to "channel" his very dry, and hysterically funny sense of humor in the telling of this most serious and tremendously gratifying event in my life. Jackie, I hope I did you proud.
1. I am thankful for ACCOUNTABILITY...
One of the current "buzz words" in our culture is "accountability"...seems like everyone wants "someone" to be "accountable" for something....and most have no idea what "accountablity" really means.
Not sure that I have an exhaustive definition, but that's never stopped me before. But anywho, I'm very thankful for "accountability."
I continue to learn how important relationships really are in my life. I have to admit that I have some of the very dearest people on earth in my "big family"--and most of them are not biological relatives either. Many of these folk have known me for quite a while--ten years or more. They know my strengths (both of them), and my flaws (as numerous as the sands of the seas, if I may quote an Old Testament euphemism). Yet, they still claim to love me. I have no valid grounds on which to dispute their claims, or to deny their love for me. I'm thankful for it.
However, these same people also know that I have to be "responsible" in my life. Responsible with my finances, health, job, and most importantly, my spiritual walk with Christ. They are not afraid to "call me out" when I am headed toward a cliff. These are not people who would let me waltz on the ragged edge of disaster without first warning me, and then warning me again.
And some of my friends with less tenure (friends in the 10 years or less category) have been marvelous in keeping me honest, and pure, and upright. We don't always agree on some of the "fine print" in life...but most of the time we do.
For example, my great friends Joe and Alex. Both of these fine men know many of my self-disclosed flaws--and some of the flaws that I haven't bothered disclosing as well. I am convinced that either man would have no problem making sure that I remain "honest" about what is going on in my world, and willing to "assist me" if such need were to arise. Both men have given me wise counsel, and a listening heart in times past. Both men have cried with me, and laughed with me. That means a lot in my life.
When I think of accountability, I do not, repeat DO NOT mean "emotional manipulation." Accountability works both ways. It travels a tw0-way street, and usually observes the speed limit. I'm grateful for those in my life who hold me accountable (yes, Cheryl, I am VERY grateful for you), especially when it makes me uncomfortable...and makes me think.
Not sure that I have an exhaustive definition, but that's never stopped me before. But anywho, I'm very thankful for "accountability."
I continue to learn how important relationships really are in my life. I have to admit that I have some of the very dearest people on earth in my "big family"--and most of them are not biological relatives either. Many of these folk have known me for quite a while--ten years or more. They know my strengths (both of them), and my flaws (as numerous as the sands of the seas, if I may quote an Old Testament euphemism). Yet, they still claim to love me. I have no valid grounds on which to dispute their claims, or to deny their love for me. I'm thankful for it.
However, these same people also know that I have to be "responsible" in my life. Responsible with my finances, health, job, and most importantly, my spiritual walk with Christ. They are not afraid to "call me out" when I am headed toward a cliff. These are not people who would let me waltz on the ragged edge of disaster without first warning me, and then warning me again.
And some of my friends with less tenure (friends in the 10 years or less category) have been marvelous in keeping me honest, and pure, and upright. We don't always agree on some of the "fine print" in life...but most of the time we do.
For example, my great friends Joe and Alex. Both of these fine men know many of my self-disclosed flaws--and some of the flaws that I haven't bothered disclosing as well. I am convinced that either man would have no problem making sure that I remain "honest" about what is going on in my world, and willing to "assist me" if such need were to arise. Both men have given me wise counsel, and a listening heart in times past. Both men have cried with me, and laughed with me. That means a lot in my life.
When I think of accountability, I do not, repeat DO NOT mean "emotional manipulation." Accountability works both ways. It travels a tw0-way street, and usually observes the speed limit. I'm grateful for those in my life who hold me accountable (yes, Cheryl, I am VERY grateful for you), especially when it makes me uncomfortable...and makes me think.
The "I Am Thankful" Series...
My great friend, Dr Jackie Johns, has written an AMAZING SERIES (and I hope he continues) on things for which he is thankful. You can check it out at www.jackiespeaks.blogspot.com
It is truly wonderful. Much of it is hysterically funny, and some of it is profoundly spiritual. I'll let you figure out which is which.
Beginning on Saturday, May 1, 2010 I have every intention of beginning my "I am Thankful" series here in this very corner of 'cyber space.."
Disclaimer: My series will not be nearly as profound or as deep as Jackie's. I'm not that clever, smart, seasoned OR old. (lol).
This will be a GREAT exercise in gratitude for me.
It is truly wonderful. Much of it is hysterically funny, and some of it is profoundly spiritual. I'll let you figure out which is which.
Beginning on Saturday, May 1, 2010 I have every intention of beginning my "I am Thankful" series here in this very corner of 'cyber space.."
Disclaimer: My series will not be nearly as profound or as deep as Jackie's. I'm not that clever, smart, seasoned OR old. (lol).
This will be a GREAT exercise in gratitude for me.
Two precious saints of God....Rejoicing in the presence of Christ...
Two people whom I dearly love have "made it all the way home" today:
Leonard Kendrick (affectionately known as "Dadda") and Linda Fontana.
These wonderful saints of God are now rejoicing on the streets of Glory...in the presence of the Christ whom they adored all their lives.
I'll write more later.
Leonard Kendrick (affectionately known as "Dadda") and Linda Fontana.
These wonderful saints of God are now rejoicing on the streets of Glory...in the presence of the Christ whom they adored all their lives.
I'll write more later.
Truths that have guided my life...
I believe the entirety of Scripture is inspired by God. I want to make that clear from the beginning...no need to be branded as a herectic, unnecessarily. However, there are certain truths and "commands" that have guided my life. I wanted to just share some of those here:
"Greater love has no man than this that he would lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13)
"Rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep." (Romans 12:15)
"So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity: for God loves a cheerful giver." (2 Corinthians 9: 7)
"Do not be deceived: God is not mocked. For whatever a man sows that shall he also reap." (Galatians 6:7)
"And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist" (Colossians 1:17)
"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs; singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord." (Colossians 3:16)
"But concerning brotherly love you have no need that I should write to you, for you yourselves were taught by God to love one another..." (1 Thessalonians 4:9)
"For the love of money is the root of all evil, for which some have strayed form the faith in their greediness and pierced themselves through with many sorrows." (1 Timothy 6:10)
"Let brotherly love continue." (Hebrews 13:1)
"For we all stumble in many things. If anyone does not stumble in word, he is a mature man, able also to bridle the whole body." (James 3:2)
"Confesses your sins one to another and pray for one another that you may be healed. The effective fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much." (James 5:16)
These are just some of the New Testament passages that have guided my life. There are many others, and I'll share them in subsequent posts.
What passage(s) guide(s) your walk with Christ?
"Greater love has no man than this that he would lay down his life for his friends." (John 15:13)
"Rejoice with those who rejoice; weep with those who weep." (Romans 12:15)
"So let each one give as he purposes in his heart, not grudgingly or of necessity: for God loves a cheerful giver." (2 Corinthians 9: 7)
"Do not be deceived: God is not mocked. For whatever a man sows that shall he also reap." (Galatians 6:7)
"And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist" (Colossians 1:17)
"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom, teaching and admonishing one another in psalms and hymns and spiritual songs; singing with grace in your hearts to the Lord." (Colossians 3:16)
"But concerning brotherly love you have no need that I should write to you, for you yourselves were taught by God to love one another..." (1 Thessalonians 4:9)
"For the love of money is the root of all evil, for which some have strayed form the faith in their greediness and pierced themselves through with many sorrows." (1 Timothy 6:10)
"Let brotherly love continue." (Hebrews 13:1)
"For we all stumble in many things. If anyone does not stumble in word, he is a mature man, able also to bridle the whole body." (James 3:2)
"Confesses your sins one to another and pray for one another that you may be healed. The effective fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much." (James 5:16)
These are just some of the New Testament passages that have guided my life. There are many others, and I'll share them in subsequent posts.
What passage(s) guide(s) your walk with Christ?
I've waited all week to write this...
Sometimes, I just have to let what is in my 'heart of hearts" simmer there, and develop, and "mature" (if that is possible) before I put it on this piece of "cyber-rental" property. I've wanted to write "this post" all week long....so here goes.
I was profoundly privileged to spend the Easter Weekend in rural North Carolina with my friends, J E And Linnette Brisson. The Brissons were my pastoral family during my first two years of college. He is, by far, the BEST pastor I've ever had, and the BEST preacher I've ever heard (with the late Billy Nettles and my current pastor, Erwin Lutzer tied for second place). In two years, I heard "Brother Brisson" preach through Ephesians, 1 & 2 Timothy, and through a lot of 1 John. He served the Peerless Rd Church for three years (1979-1982), and I started college in August, 1980. I was honored to be one of his sheep for his last two years at this historic church.
But that's not what I want to write about...that was just some "introductory" material. What I want to detail here is how marvelous a time I had with these precious people over a 4.5 day period.
I was just emotionally tired, and needed a break. I'm not sure I've had a "real vacation" in the ten years I've been in Chicago. Visiting family, entertaining out-of-towners, and having surgery is not exactly vacation...even though vacation time was always used for such events.
I arrived in Raleigh, NC last Thursday (April 1) around 4:30 p.m., and my great friend, Pastor Michael Allen, (from Lee days) picked me up at the airport. We then proceeded over to the Brissons' place...some 25 minutes away. It was a lovely afternoon, and thanks to MAPQUEST, we found our destination with no problems, whatsoever.
I had not seen the Brissons since 1990. He had been my pastor some ten years prior, and a twenty-year absence had taken a toll on my heart. I LONGED to see this precious couple for quite a while. They have meant so much to me for so long...and now my heart was beating rapidly with excitement.
It was just a joyous occasion. Sister Brisson (Linnette) had dinner ready for Michael and myself, and it was just delicious. Some fresh rutabegas, mashed potatoes, barbequed chicken, and collard greens. Absolutely YUMMY.....yummy, I say...let me repeat it: YUMMY.
Brother Brisson showed Michael and myself around the "homestead"and quite a tour it was! I loved just everything...and this would be my "home" for the next four days. Always good for humor, both of the Brissons made sure that our "reunion" was filled with joy and laughter.
But what meant the most to me was the "down time." For many, many hours each day, I had the HIGH PRIVILEGE of sitting and talking with one of the heroes in my life. We talked about everything....people we both knew...all the LORD had done for us in the last twenty years, and all that was happening in our lives and the world at the present time. It was so relaxing for me.
This man--whom I adored when he was my pastor--was so kind and gracious and gentle to me now. He was being a "father" to me...almost like the "father" that I never had. Whether it was walking over to feed the chickens (twice a day) and gather their new eggs, or riding the paddleboat out on the small lake...I had my friend's attention. He gladly gave it to me. He refreshed my soul...and I felt it deeply. Profoundly, personally, and deeply refreshed.
A very special time was our prayer time every morning before breakfast. Before we sat down for the morning meal, we got on our knees and talked to the LORD....how my heart rejoiced! How my heart was deeply moved and encouraged. How my heart was powerfully healed and enriched with this simple, yet important discipline.
When I arrived, the host family immediately informed me that "our world has stopped while you are here...." and they meant it. I felt like crying on more than one occasion. These two precious people loved me, refreshed me, and encouraged my heart...and I badly needed it.
Our "visit" came to a close much too quickly....but the LORD knew what I needed. And J E and Linnette Brisson made sure that I would receive it.
I am moved beyond words at their kindness, generosity, and love to me. Some things never change.
I was profoundly privileged to spend the Easter Weekend in rural North Carolina with my friends, J E And Linnette Brisson. The Brissons were my pastoral family during my first two years of college. He is, by far, the BEST pastor I've ever had, and the BEST preacher I've ever heard (with the late Billy Nettles and my current pastor, Erwin Lutzer tied for second place). In two years, I heard "Brother Brisson" preach through Ephesians, 1 & 2 Timothy, and through a lot of 1 John. He served the Peerless Rd Church for three years (1979-1982), and I started college in August, 1980. I was honored to be one of his sheep for his last two years at this historic church.
But that's not what I want to write about...that was just some "introductory" material. What I want to detail here is how marvelous a time I had with these precious people over a 4.5 day period.
I was just emotionally tired, and needed a break. I'm not sure I've had a "real vacation" in the ten years I've been in Chicago. Visiting family, entertaining out-of-towners, and having surgery is not exactly vacation...even though vacation time was always used for such events.
I arrived in Raleigh, NC last Thursday (April 1) around 4:30 p.m., and my great friend, Pastor Michael Allen, (from Lee days) picked me up at the airport. We then proceeded over to the Brissons' place...some 25 minutes away. It was a lovely afternoon, and thanks to MAPQUEST, we found our destination with no problems, whatsoever.
I had not seen the Brissons since 1990. He had been my pastor some ten years prior, and a twenty-year absence had taken a toll on my heart. I LONGED to see this precious couple for quite a while. They have meant so much to me for so long...and now my heart was beating rapidly with excitement.
It was just a joyous occasion. Sister Brisson (Linnette) had dinner ready for Michael and myself, and it was just delicious. Some fresh rutabegas, mashed potatoes, barbequed chicken, and collard greens. Absolutely YUMMY.....yummy, I say...let me repeat it: YUMMY.
Brother Brisson showed Michael and myself around the "homestead"and quite a tour it was! I loved just everything...and this would be my "home" for the next four days. Always good for humor, both of the Brissons made sure that our "reunion" was filled with joy and laughter.
But what meant the most to me was the "down time." For many, many hours each day, I had the HIGH PRIVILEGE of sitting and talking with one of the heroes in my life. We talked about everything....people we both knew...all the LORD had done for us in the last twenty years, and all that was happening in our lives and the world at the present time. It was so relaxing for me.
This man--whom I adored when he was my pastor--was so kind and gracious and gentle to me now. He was being a "father" to me...almost like the "father" that I never had. Whether it was walking over to feed the chickens (twice a day) and gather their new eggs, or riding the paddleboat out on the small lake...I had my friend's attention. He gladly gave it to me. He refreshed my soul...and I felt it deeply. Profoundly, personally, and deeply refreshed.
A very special time was our prayer time every morning before breakfast. Before we sat down for the morning meal, we got on our knees and talked to the LORD....how my heart rejoiced! How my heart was deeply moved and encouraged. How my heart was powerfully healed and enriched with this simple, yet important discipline.
When I arrived, the host family immediately informed me that "our world has stopped while you are here...." and they meant it. I felt like crying on more than one occasion. These two precious people loved me, refreshed me, and encouraged my heart...and I badly needed it.
Our "visit" came to a close much too quickly....but the LORD knew what I needed. And J E and Linnette Brisson made sure that I would receive it.
I am moved beyond words at their kindness, generosity, and love to me. Some things never change.
So very thankful...
I am constantly reminded of how very blest my life has been thus far.
I was visiting some precious friends in North Carolina last weekend. At one point, I began to share how I came to Christ as a small child. As I was telling this very true account, it seemed as though it were happening afresh to me. It felt as though it were just a few weeks ago, instead of almost 42 years ago.
Even though I grew up without my biological parents, the LORD made sure that plenty of people were around to "raise me" and to take the most minute interest in my development as a human being. Those people meant the world to me THEN, and they still do. Some things just never change. And they shouldn't.
Looking back, HIS LOVE and MERCY I see....yes, I can clearly see HIS love and HIS mercy demonstrated through HIS people. I am the most unworthy of recipients...but also among the most grateful.
God has a way of reminding us of HIS love and HIS care....His Word, His Spirit, His guidance, and His people....each of these remind me that JESUS does indeed love me. How do I know?
The Bible tells me so. His Spirit tells me so. He faithfully guides me (when I'm willing to follow HIS agenda, instead of my own), and His people demonstrate HIS love in ways that I could never ever ask for nor duplicate.
I'm so very thankful for all of this. I don't deserve it...not in the least little bit, but I am thankful.
I was visiting some precious friends in North Carolina last weekend. At one point, I began to share how I came to Christ as a small child. As I was telling this very true account, it seemed as though it were happening afresh to me. It felt as though it were just a few weeks ago, instead of almost 42 years ago.
Even though I grew up without my biological parents, the LORD made sure that plenty of people were around to "raise me" and to take the most minute interest in my development as a human being. Those people meant the world to me THEN, and they still do. Some things just never change. And they shouldn't.
Looking back, HIS LOVE and MERCY I see....yes, I can clearly see HIS love and HIS mercy demonstrated through HIS people. I am the most unworthy of recipients...but also among the most grateful.
God has a way of reminding us of HIS love and HIS care....His Word, His Spirit, His guidance, and His people....each of these remind me that JESUS does indeed love me. How do I know?
The Bible tells me so. His Spirit tells me so. He faithfully guides me (when I'm willing to follow HIS agenda, instead of my own), and His people demonstrate HIS love in ways that I could never ever ask for nor duplicate.
I'm so very thankful for all of this. I don't deserve it...not in the least little bit, but I am thankful.
Happy Birthday, Dianne Vega
I'll be traveling to the Raleigh, North Carolina area today for the Easter weekend. I may not have the opportunity to call and wish you a Happy Birthday in person....so please accept this as my greeting.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY. (Now the entire world, including FACEBOOK knows its your birthday).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY. (Now the entire world, including FACEBOOK knows its your birthday).
Overheard in a seminary classroom...
These bits of wisdom were passed down to me about 12 years ago, from some unknown seminary, and I think they are OUTSTANDING:
1. Hebrews draws heavily on Leviticus. That's a big help, NOBODY reads Leviticus.
2. Novices think they get holy in 2 days.
3. If you read the Hauerwas article, then you don't need to remember it.
4. The ten lost tribes of Israel were not just casually misplaced.
5. By the 7th time you've gone through the 3-year lectionary cycle, a new idea is a blessing.
6. There's a blessing on intelligent guessers.
7. Here I am, send him. This is NOT my call.
8. Nobody ever comes to a priest and asks if it is substance or essence.
9. My Bible begins, "Once upon a time..."
10. That's a waste of time unless you are planning to write your own Gospel--and I'm highly discouraging that!
11. Whenever you want to quote something in the Bible, use a foreign language.
12. Bad biology produces bad theology...but let's not go there right now...
13. The church is allergic to the Holy Spirit.
14. ...but I don't want to get off on that important and very interesting topic.
15. That's not a verb you would want to meet in a dark alley.
16. The Roman Church has its home in the Anglican tradition.
17. Christianity is something you catch...like a disease.
18. One good thin is that this issue isn't going away--sex will be with us forever!
19. It's a necessary thing to take an exam..given that it's a fallen world.
20. A comfortable monastery: That's just an upper class men's club in Benedictine habits.
21. It's like baseball. You put your good hitter up first [Matthew], then your worst hitter[Mark], and you close with your clean-up hitter [John].
22. Bishops are important because they are Bishops and not because you are supposed to do what they say.
23. There are certain times we don't need God. Especially at a party.
24. A slowly deteriorating religion--that's the one I believe in.
25. I need to press on so that we don't get bogged down in sin for the whole semester, no matter how much some of us might enjoy that!
1. Hebrews draws heavily on Leviticus. That's a big help, NOBODY reads Leviticus.
2. Novices think they get holy in 2 days.
3. If you read the Hauerwas article, then you don't need to remember it.
4. The ten lost tribes of Israel were not just casually misplaced.
5. By the 7th time you've gone through the 3-year lectionary cycle, a new idea is a blessing.
6. There's a blessing on intelligent guessers.
7. Here I am, send him. This is NOT my call.
8. Nobody ever comes to a priest and asks if it is substance or essence.
9. My Bible begins, "Once upon a time..."
10. That's a waste of time unless you are planning to write your own Gospel--and I'm highly discouraging that!
11. Whenever you want to quote something in the Bible, use a foreign language.
12. Bad biology produces bad theology...but let's not go there right now...
13. The church is allergic to the Holy Spirit.
14. ...but I don't want to get off on that important and very interesting topic.
15. That's not a verb you would want to meet in a dark alley.
16. The Roman Church has its home in the Anglican tradition.
17. Christianity is something you catch...like a disease.
18. One good thin is that this issue isn't going away--sex will be with us forever!
19. It's a necessary thing to take an exam..given that it's a fallen world.
20. A comfortable monastery: That's just an upper class men's club in Benedictine habits.
21. It's like baseball. You put your good hitter up first [Matthew], then your worst hitter[Mark], and you close with your clean-up hitter [John].
22. Bishops are important because they are Bishops and not because you are supposed to do what they say.
23. There are certain times we don't need God. Especially at a party.
24. A slowly deteriorating religion--that's the one I believe in.
25. I need to press on so that we don't get bogged down in sin for the whole semester, no matter how much some of us might enjoy that!
Live Like a Christian...
Great Advice...even today:
Love from the center of who you are: don't fake it. Run for dear life from evil, hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply and practice playing second fiddle.
Don't burn out. Keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don't quit in hard times, pray all the harder. Help needy Christians, and be inventive in hospitality.
Bless your enemies, no cursing under your breath. Laugh with your happy friends when they are happy; share tears with them when they're down! Get along with each other, don't be stuck-up! Make friends with nobodies; don't be the great "somebody."
Don't hit back, discover beauty in everyone. If you've got it in you, get along with everybody. Don't insist on getting even: that's not for you to do. "I'll do the judging," says God, "I'll take care of it."
Our Scriptures tell us that if you see your enemy hungry, go that person some food. If he's thirsty, get him something to drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness. Don't let evil get the best of you. Conquer evil by doing good.
From THE MESSAGE, Romans 12
Love from the center of who you are: don't fake it. Run for dear life from evil, hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply and practice playing second fiddle.
Don't burn out. Keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don't quit in hard times, pray all the harder. Help needy Christians, and be inventive in hospitality.
Bless your enemies, no cursing under your breath. Laugh with your happy friends when they are happy; share tears with them when they're down! Get along with each other, don't be stuck-up! Make friends with nobodies; don't be the great "somebody."
Don't hit back, discover beauty in everyone. If you've got it in you, get along with everybody. Don't insist on getting even: that's not for you to do. "I'll do the judging," says God, "I'll take care of it."
Our Scriptures tell us that if you see your enemy hungry, go that person some food. If he's thirsty, get him something to drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness. Don't let evil get the best of you. Conquer evil by doing good.
From THE MESSAGE, Romans 12
My "family"....
I grew up without the benefit of two parents in my home....actually, without any parent(s) in my home. But I grew up with the benefit that many "intact" homes have never experienced: a church family that has loved God, loved me, and shown me what it means to "belong."
I came to Jesus when I was a little more than six years old...this June will make that FORTY-TWO years ago...and my life truly "changed"--big sinner that a six-year old, backwards, awkward, farm boy that I was! I'm eternally thankful that the LORD transferred from the kingdom of darkness to His kingdom of light at such an early age.
From that very day until this day, the "family of God" has always been my family. God's people have always been my mentors, my teachers, and my heroes. It was the family of God that made sure I had "something from Santa" when my destitute, poverty-stricken grandmother had nothing to put under the tree for me. We had an old tree, but nothing to put on it--and certainly nothing to put under it. But God made sure that HIS people always "put something" there.
When I was a teenager, and we finally had moved into a mobile home a little closer to town, it was the family of God again, who made sure that I was able to go to a good local church, and also that I would have decent clothes to wear to school. (My grandmother never knew anything about welfare, or public aid, or any of the other "agency benefits" that so many rely on today). It was the family of God who always told me that I could be just about anything that I wanted to be.
It was the family of God who helped me survive (and thrive) during those turbulent teenage years, and the confusing college years.
It was the family of God who loved me during my ten-year stint in the United States Air Force, regardless of where I was stationed. So many always remembered birthdays, holidays, and other times when the LORD wanted me to remember how much HE cares for me. His (my) family always came through. Even though many, many miles separated us (those I knew the best, anyway), these precious people were always close to my heart. And they proved that I was close to theirs.
My local church family now...The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) is just fabulous beyond words. These people love me in a way that I'm not sure I have ever experienced...and it means the world to me. Hardly a day goes by that someone from my "Moody family" hasn't contacted me to just say "we love you and you are precious to us."
I've wept many tears of thanksgiving for these precious saints of God over the last few months. Knowing that I am loved, cared for, cherished, and that I bring "something to the family" means more than I could ever explain or describe. Knowing that I am valuable and valued...no price can be attached to that.
I was sharing (with some of my friends at the church ) my plans to go to nursing school. Some of these people interrupted, "You are not going to leave us, are you? You can't leave us!" And right then and there, I knew that I had no reason to look elsewhere. This is where I belong at this point in my life.
My family. I thank God for them. I love them.
I came to Jesus when I was a little more than six years old...this June will make that FORTY-TWO years ago...and my life truly "changed"--big sinner that a six-year old, backwards, awkward, farm boy that I was! I'm eternally thankful that the LORD transferred from the kingdom of darkness to His kingdom of light at such an early age.
From that very day until this day, the "family of God" has always been my family. God's people have always been my mentors, my teachers, and my heroes. It was the family of God that made sure I had "something from Santa" when my destitute, poverty-stricken grandmother had nothing to put under the tree for me. We had an old tree, but nothing to put on it--and certainly nothing to put under it. But God made sure that HIS people always "put something" there.
When I was a teenager, and we finally had moved into a mobile home a little closer to town, it was the family of God again, who made sure that I was able to go to a good local church, and also that I would have decent clothes to wear to school. (My grandmother never knew anything about welfare, or public aid, or any of the other "agency benefits" that so many rely on today). It was the family of God who always told me that I could be just about anything that I wanted to be.
It was the family of God who helped me survive (and thrive) during those turbulent teenage years, and the confusing college years.
It was the family of God who loved me during my ten-year stint in the United States Air Force, regardless of where I was stationed. So many always remembered birthdays, holidays, and other times when the LORD wanted me to remember how much HE cares for me. His (my) family always came through. Even though many, many miles separated us (those I knew the best, anyway), these precious people were always close to my heart. And they proved that I was close to theirs.
My local church family now...The Moody Church (www.moodychurch.org) is just fabulous beyond words. These people love me in a way that I'm not sure I have ever experienced...and it means the world to me. Hardly a day goes by that someone from my "Moody family" hasn't contacted me to just say "we love you and you are precious to us."
I've wept many tears of thanksgiving for these precious saints of God over the last few months. Knowing that I am loved, cared for, cherished, and that I bring "something to the family" means more than I could ever explain or describe. Knowing that I am valuable and valued...no price can be attached to that.
I was sharing (with some of my friends at the church ) my plans to go to nursing school. Some of these people interrupted, "You are not going to leave us, are you? You can't leave us!" And right then and there, I knew that I had no reason to look elsewhere. This is where I belong at this point in my life.
My family. I thank God for them. I love them.
A Food Revolution...WE NEED ONE....Badly...
This nation owes a HUGE DEBT OF GRATITUDE to First Lady Michelle Obama. In less than 15 months, this elegant and influential woman has brought "FOOD" to the forefront of the nation's consciousness.
Medical studies are showing that CHILDHOOD OBESITY is a growing problem in the United States. And this is something that "medical studies" didn't have to show me. I see it almost every day. When I go into drugstores (normally either Walgreens or CVS), get on the public buses and subways here in Chicago, and attend other events, I see people are having problems with their weight.
Most of them are under 30 years of age. Many are under the age of 20...WHY?
I was on the bus last Sunday morning, headed to morning worship. A lady sitting in front of me was feeding her four-year old daughter a bag of chips, a candy bar, and a can of Mountain Dew...it was only 8:45 a.m ! What habits is this child learning? How often is this being repeated around the country--with little, if any, variation?
I've never been obese...a few extra pounds last year, and getting them off was one of the most exhilirating challenges of my life. (Okay, EXHILIRATING, was a bit of a stretch--but it was good for me.)
When the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) states that some of our locales are the most "unhealthy towns in America" and this nation (in some places) gets in an unrighteous uproar.
While these same people are FURIOUS about healthcare reform (which was recently passed and signed into law), they are completely oblivious--or at least tolerant--of the horrible health habits in their own homes, schools, and neighborhoods. We can fuss and fume, and scream and holler, and protest....but we REFUSE to monitor our own lifestyles. And we certainly don't like it when someone else points out what we should have paid attention to all along.
What did I have for breakfast? Some yogurt, an egg sandwich, and a glass of water. I'll have an apple and a banana later in the morning for a snack.
Healthcare begins in our refrigerators. And in our kitchens, and in our homes.
Medical studies are showing that CHILDHOOD OBESITY is a growing problem in the United States. And this is something that "medical studies" didn't have to show me. I see it almost every day. When I go into drugstores (normally either Walgreens or CVS), get on the public buses and subways here in Chicago, and attend other events, I see people are having problems with their weight.
Most of them are under 30 years of age. Many are under the age of 20...WHY?
I was on the bus last Sunday morning, headed to morning worship. A lady sitting in front of me was feeding her four-year old daughter a bag of chips, a candy bar, and a can of Mountain Dew...it was only 8:45 a.m ! What habits is this child learning? How often is this being repeated around the country--with little, if any, variation?
I've never been obese...a few extra pounds last year, and getting them off was one of the most exhilirating challenges of my life. (Okay, EXHILIRATING, was a bit of a stretch--but it was good for me.)
When the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) states that some of our locales are the most "unhealthy towns in America" and this nation (in some places) gets in an unrighteous uproar.
While these same people are FURIOUS about healthcare reform (which was recently passed and signed into law), they are completely oblivious--or at least tolerant--of the horrible health habits in their own homes, schools, and neighborhoods. We can fuss and fume, and scream and holler, and protest....but we REFUSE to monitor our own lifestyles. And we certainly don't like it when someone else points out what we should have paid attention to all along.
What did I have for breakfast? Some yogurt, an egg sandwich, and a glass of water. I'll have an apple and a banana later in the morning for a snack.
Healthcare begins in our refrigerators. And in our kitchens, and in our homes.
Almost FIVE MONTHS ago...
October 28, 2009 was a "red-letter" and life-transforming day for me...in so many ways.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009, at the University of Alabama-Birmingham Hospital, GOD allowed me to give my left kidney to a very precious friend who desperately needed a transplant. This was something that God put on my heart (in answer to prayer) almost one year ago...actually exactly ONE YEAR ago in April.
I'm still stunned, awed, and humbled that GOD would trust me with such an assignment.
This Sunday, March 28, 2010--will be five months anniversary of this event exactly. I feel great...have had NO complications, and am rejoicing in the "land of the living."
And I am a strong advocate for living organ donations...for obvious reasons.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009, at the University of Alabama-Birmingham Hospital, GOD allowed me to give my left kidney to a very precious friend who desperately needed a transplant. This was something that God put on my heart (in answer to prayer) almost one year ago...actually exactly ONE YEAR ago in April.
I'm still stunned, awed, and humbled that GOD would trust me with such an assignment.
This Sunday, March 28, 2010--will be five months anniversary of this event exactly. I feel great...have had NO complications, and am rejoicing in the "land of the living."
And I am a strong advocate for living organ donations...for obvious reasons.
Healthcare Reform....
One of the most contentious issues in the last 25 years is finally seeing some "finality"---for now at least. When then-First Lady Hillary Clinton championed "healthcare reform" in early 1993, she was demonized by the already-enemies of the Clinton Administration. (Now for the sake of full disclosure: Mrs. Clinton didn't exactly work in transparency then...and she made many mistakes that were later admitted, but she gets MAJOR kudos for even tackling the issue).
President Barack Obama is the first president in more than 100 years to see any semblance of "reform" (right, wrong, or indifferent) of the nation's healthcare system.
There are SO many angles to "healthcare" and only a few of them were addressed in this rather heated time of the nation's political life. Many were not addressed:
1) Portability
2) Personal Responsibility in preventive care
3) Flexibility
4) Tort Reform
just to name a few.
But where do we go from here? Is the sky falling? Was CHICKEN LITTLE right, after all? Can the nation withstand all the stupidity (from both sides of the "debate") that some of its' citizens are now displaying? (Full disclosure: STUPIDITY is not a disability.)
There are lots of things in this legislation that are probably not good. And there are probably many things in this legislation that are exactly what we need.
NOW, let's just sort them out.
President Barack Obama is the first president in more than 100 years to see any semblance of "reform" (right, wrong, or indifferent) of the nation's healthcare system.
There are SO many angles to "healthcare" and only a few of them were addressed in this rather heated time of the nation's political life. Many were not addressed:
1) Portability
2) Personal Responsibility in preventive care
3) Flexibility
4) Tort Reform
just to name a few.
But where do we go from here? Is the sky falling? Was CHICKEN LITTLE right, after all? Can the nation withstand all the stupidity (from both sides of the "debate") that some of its' citizens are now displaying? (Full disclosure: STUPIDITY is not a disability.)
There are lots of things in this legislation that are probably not good. And there are probably many things in this legislation that are exactly what we need.
NOW, let's just sort them out.
So Forty-Eight Years ago today....
It pleased the LORD for me to enter this world that HE made, and to bear His image....and what an adventure it has been!
Born to a severely dysfunctional family (the exception way back then, the RULE now, it seems), I never really knew what "normal" was...and sometimes I still wonder if "normal" is some nebulous concept that everyone wants, but no one really ever achieves.
I've had a very full life.
Growing up dirt poor (and I do mean DIRT POOR), we had to trust the LORD and the good will of those HE would send our way for our most basic needs. But I never went hungry, and never had to sleep out in the cold...for that I'm most grateful. God has always provided.
The LORD has given me a good mind, and a strong spirit. I'm eternally thankful. I am humblemd by so many who embrace me as a friend, brother in Christ, and a fellow pilgrim on this journey to Heaven. I am so undeserving of such grace and love and mercy. But I am thankful beyond words.
Some of my favorite words:
"He knew me, yet He loved me.
He, whose glory makes the heavens shine!
I'm so unworthy of such mercy!
When HE was on the Cross,
I was on His mind."
What else can I say?
Born to a severely dysfunctional family (the exception way back then, the RULE now, it seems), I never really knew what "normal" was...and sometimes I still wonder if "normal" is some nebulous concept that everyone wants, but no one really ever achieves.
I've had a very full life.
Growing up dirt poor (and I do mean DIRT POOR), we had to trust the LORD and the good will of those HE would send our way for our most basic needs. But I never went hungry, and never had to sleep out in the cold...for that I'm most grateful. God has always provided.
The LORD has given me a good mind, and a strong spirit. I'm eternally thankful. I am humblemd by so many who embrace me as a friend, brother in Christ, and a fellow pilgrim on this journey to Heaven. I am so undeserving of such grace and love and mercy. But I am thankful beyond words.
Some of my favorite words:
"He knew me, yet He loved me.
He, whose glory makes the heavens shine!
I'm so unworthy of such mercy!
When HE was on the Cross,
I was on His mind."
What else can I say?
Central Falls High School was done DIRTY!
One of the main headlines in today's news is the firing of more than 90 personnel at the Central Falls High School in tiny Rhode Island. This number includes at least SEVENTY-FOUR teachers.
WHY?
I was listening to the interview on NPR's "Morning Edition" and heard one of the newly unemployed teachers say, "These students bring so many issues to school with them every day...how can we possibly make sure they learn everything they should be learning?"
And the simple answer is..."they can't." The powers-that-be have alleged this particular school and its faculty/staff have been "underperforming." And this time, I really, really may agree with them.
But the question that NO ONE asked is this: "Which one of the teachers' 1000 jobs are being underperformed? Lawyer? Social Worker? Adjudicator? Banker? Psychologist? Referee? Medical Assistant? Crisis Manager? Abuse Counselor?
While I am all for schools doing what "schools should do best".....we must look beyond the "schools." Where have these parents been? Has anyone told them they are "underperforming" as the PRIMARY EDUCATORS of these young people?
Maybe someone should. But who will dare fire them?
Of course, our 'chickens' really are coming home to roost now. Back in the 1960s (when I was still a VERY SMALL CHILD), the United States gave GOD the "left foot of fellowship" right out of our public school systems, and made sure that no moral compass/standard/guidance would dare 'damage their young minds.'
Of course, when there is no "compass" of any kind, then every student will do what is right in their own eyes....be it stealing, cheating, lying, killing, robbing, or just not showing up. Why have a "righteous standard" when we can let these "free spirits" dwell in a prison of their own making, and reap the disastrous results for YEARS to come.
It's so easy to blame the teachers...really it is. And yes, some teachers really shouldn't be in the classroom....but that percentage is miniscule....very, very miniscule.
Maybe the "powers-that-be" should go back and handle these classrooms for a few days....
They will GLADLY hire these hardworking men and women back.
WHY?
I was listening to the interview on NPR's "Morning Edition" and heard one of the newly unemployed teachers say, "These students bring so many issues to school with them every day...how can we possibly make sure they learn everything they should be learning?"
And the simple answer is..."they can't." The powers-that-be have alleged this particular school and its faculty/staff have been "underperforming." And this time, I really, really may agree with them.
But the question that NO ONE asked is this: "Which one of the teachers' 1000 jobs are being underperformed? Lawyer? Social Worker? Adjudicator? Banker? Psychologist? Referee? Medical Assistant? Crisis Manager? Abuse Counselor?
While I am all for schools doing what "schools should do best".....we must look beyond the "schools." Where have these parents been? Has anyone told them they are "underperforming" as the PRIMARY EDUCATORS of these young people?
Maybe someone should. But who will dare fire them?
Of course, our 'chickens' really are coming home to roost now. Back in the 1960s (when I was still a VERY SMALL CHILD), the United States gave GOD the "left foot of fellowship" right out of our public school systems, and made sure that no moral compass/standard/guidance would dare 'damage their young minds.'
Of course, when there is no "compass" of any kind, then every student will do what is right in their own eyes....be it stealing, cheating, lying, killing, robbing, or just not showing up. Why have a "righteous standard" when we can let these "free spirits" dwell in a prison of their own making, and reap the disastrous results for YEARS to come.
It's so easy to blame the teachers...really it is. And yes, some teachers really shouldn't be in the classroom....but that percentage is miniscule....very, very miniscule.
Maybe the "powers-that-be" should go back and handle these classrooms for a few days....
They will GLADLY hire these hardworking men and women back.
I love GOOD Southern Gospel Music....
And I'm sure that none of my friends find that entirely surprising!
I was raised on it...for the most part. My sainted Grandmother Hoover always had great music on in our home. On any given Sunday morning, we would be listening to the Speer Family, or the Happy Goodmans, or the Florida Boys, et al.
Southern Gospel music often tells a story. A profound, wonderful, powerful story. A story of what GOD is doing or has done in the life of those who look to Him. Some of the most wonderful theology I can remember is from some of the songs I learned as a kid, "Heaven's Jubilee" "What a Happy Time" and "Leave It There."
When I need to draw close to the LORD, I often pull out my Bible, and put on some really good music....that music that reminds me of my journey with Jesus....The Perrys do a tremendous version of Kyla Rowland's "I Rest My Case At The Cross"---and it reminds me of just how much Jesus has done, and continues to do for me.
I'll write more later....but yes, I love GOOD SOUTHERN GOSPEL MUSIC.
I was raised on it...for the most part. My sainted Grandmother Hoover always had great music on in our home. On any given Sunday morning, we would be listening to the Speer Family, or the Happy Goodmans, or the Florida Boys, et al.
Southern Gospel music often tells a story. A profound, wonderful, powerful story. A story of what GOD is doing or has done in the life of those who look to Him. Some of the most wonderful theology I can remember is from some of the songs I learned as a kid, "Heaven's Jubilee" "What a Happy Time" and "Leave It There."
When I need to draw close to the LORD, I often pull out my Bible, and put on some really good music....that music that reminds me of my journey with Jesus....The Perrys do a tremendous version of Kyla Rowland's "I Rest My Case At The Cross"---and it reminds me of just how much Jesus has done, and continues to do for me.
I'll write more later....but yes, I love GOOD SOUTHERN GOSPEL MUSIC.
Phil needs a kidney transplant!
NO, I'm not talking about myself! (I've already had a couple of requests for my remaining kidney, should it ever become available...LOL)
I found out that my good friend Phil Kaisharis (friend from college days almost 30 years ago) is in desperate need of a kidney transplant. He is experiencing complete kidney failure, and will begin dialysis almost immediately. Hemodialysis is NO WAY TO LIVE...regardless of one's age.
Some ten months (give or take a few days) ago, the LORD clearly spoke to me about being a "kidney donor" for a dear, dear friend of mine. I saw the "need" on FACEBOOK (my second day on the 'social networking site' I SWORE to my friend Joe Misek (www.joemisek.blogspot.com) that I would never use...and now HE'S on it too), and just simply prayed for "God to find a kidney out there somewhere." The LORD simply answered, "You are a match."
SEVENTEEN weeks ago today...this very hour, I was coming out of the Recovery Room of the University of Alabama-Birmingham Renal Transplant Center, having just donated my left kidney to my great friend, Dr Bill George.
NOW, my friend Phil Kaisharis needs a kidney. Let's see what GOD has in mind for this brother in the LORD. Please pray for Phil. Please pray for God's provision in his life.
I am a living, breathing testimony that GOD can and will provide.
I found out that my good friend Phil Kaisharis (friend from college days almost 30 years ago) is in desperate need of a kidney transplant. He is experiencing complete kidney failure, and will begin dialysis almost immediately. Hemodialysis is NO WAY TO LIVE...regardless of one's age.
Some ten months (give or take a few days) ago, the LORD clearly spoke to me about being a "kidney donor" for a dear, dear friend of mine. I saw the "need" on FACEBOOK (my second day on the 'social networking site' I SWORE to my friend Joe Misek (www.joemisek.blogspot.com) that I would never use...and now HE'S on it too), and just simply prayed for "God to find a kidney out there somewhere." The LORD simply answered, "You are a match."
SEVENTEEN weeks ago today...this very hour, I was coming out of the Recovery Room of the University of Alabama-Birmingham Renal Transplant Center, having just donated my left kidney to my great friend, Dr Bill George.
NOW, my friend Phil Kaisharis needs a kidney. Let's see what GOD has in mind for this brother in the LORD. Please pray for Phil. Please pray for God's provision in his life.
I am a living, breathing testimony that GOD can and will provide.
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