Eight years ago my lovely bride and I had our first child, a boy which I must say I was very excited about.  I simply knew that I was not ready for a little girl.  Now I have to admit that I had not really considered the fact that my bride was the oldest of five girls, and that the concept of a sweet bundle of boy could possibly be a bit overwhelming.  It did become somewhat comical to me that a common phrase in our home, as he got older, was, “Why did he?” or “Why is he doing that?” My natural response was, “He’s a boy,”  with a slight chuckle in my voice (and I do mean slight, I’m smart enough to know what I thought was funny was not going to be as humorous to my wife.)

Oh how the tables did turn.  Our next bundle of joy was our little girl.  Did I mention that I was not ready for a little girl?  I’m going to tell on myself since I picked on my bride a moment ago.  We went to pick out the “bring home” outfit from “Babies R Us” and let’s just say not only was I not ready for our little girl, but I was not ready for the flood of emotion that I had not experienced when picking out boy’s clothes a couple of years before.  Okay, okay I’ll say it – I “boohooed” – right there in front of God and everybody in the baby girl clothes section in “Babies R Us.” Just like the baby girl that was about to be in my arms.  I told my bride as I walked off and made my way to the door, “I can’t do this right now.”  So, yes, the tables have turned.  Now the common question comes from me, “Why does she do that?” or “Is she always going to talk that much?”  Yep, you guessed it, with a grin and a sweet giggle I get, “She’s a girl.”  I have to admit, despite the things that I do not totally understand and know that I never will, I love it all!!!  I love waiting to hear what the next thing she says is going to be.

This is really what caused me to sit down and type this out today.  A few days ago as I was getting my little princess together to head out the door for “J” day at preschool (“J” was the letter her class would be reviewing for that day) she had chosen jewelry as her word to represent the letter “J.”  I noticed she was a bit frustrated.  Naturally, I asked what the issue was because we need to be heading out the door.  She informed me, in her very confident 4&3/4 going on 25-year-old voice, that it was “this tiara.  It is driving me insane, and it is just not going to work!!!”  I felt my response was very much in line as she began to walk back up the steps to her bedroom, “Do you have another one?” Well, here it came. . . yet again, in the 4&3/4 going on 25-year-old voice. . . “Dad, I have several.”  Just in case you are wondering, I didn’t dare laugh or even chuckle.  Nor did I even question that this was a serious moment.  I mean after all we are talking about the princess’ tiara.  And yes, she came back with another one as she stood at the top of the steps, fixed herself and said, “Now we can go.”

All was right in the world because the princess’ tiara was set.

I know that a lot of you are going to read this and say, “It’s only the dollar theater,” but I also know that a lot of you have probably had something similar happen to you somewhere.

Okay, here’s the deal. I thought I would take my son on an early evening adventure so I picked him up after school and took him to see the movie “G-Force” which was playing at the Picture Show. We drove through the pouring rain and a small bit of traffic. We bought our tickets and made our way into theater number four. Not to my surprise, but to my son’s excitement, we had the theater to ourselves. It was just us, and he couldn’t believe we were going to get to watch a movie in a big theater all by ourselves. Now I did tell him that others might come in before the movie started and that we would just have to see how things played out, but at that point it was looking good.

 Then it happened!!! It rang out as clear and as loud as a dinner bell to a bunch of hungry ranchers!!! In walked the mommy and her three boys – all under the age of five. And yes, the two year old was screaming bloody murder! Yep, you guessed it; they sat right down in front of us!!!!!!!

 Helloooooooo! The theater was empty. Why right in front of us? I mean really. The theater was empty. I just really didn’t understand why, that out of the 100-150 seats available, did they have to sit right in front of us? LOL!!!

 And to add insult to injury, I had to sit through a movie about talking guinea pigs.

Found this poem tucked away in a note from an old friend the other day. What a good word and reminder for today.

Hast thou no scar?

By. Amy Carmichael

Hast thou no scar?

No hidden scar on foot, or side, or hand?

I hear thee sung as mighty in the land;

I hear them hail thy bright, ascendant star.

Hast thou no scar?

Hast thou no wound?

Yet I was wounded by the archers; spent,

Leaned Me against a tree to die; and rent

By ravening beasts that compassed Me, I swooned.

Hast thou no wound?

No wound? No scar?

Yet, as the Master shall the servant be,

And piercèd are the feet that follow Me.

But thine are whole; can he have followed far

Who hast no wound or scar?

I went and look up some information on Amy Carmichael, her story is very amazing, and I would challenge you to read about her.  There are many more poems written by her that are very amazing.  Be encouraged!

For to you it has been granted for Christ’s sake, not only to believe in Him, but also to suffer for His sake, experiencing the same conflict, which you saw in me, and now hear to be in me. Philippians 1:29 (NAS)

“I wish Proverbs 24:11 said, “Rescue those being led away to death unless witnessing weirds you out,” but it doesn’t.” Prodigaljohn

I love this! This is a “tweet” from someone that I follow on “twitter,” no, I have not turned into a bird, nor am I attempting to join or become a member of a bird watching conservationist group organization thingy. Not that I have anything against birds either. A “tweet” from my “twitter” account is one of the new Social Networking technological advances that I have gotten involved in. Really it is just a way to stay connected to people and them to you. You know I like this because how many times have so many of us not talked to someone, you know, “shared our faith” because it just weirds us out, we are just flat scared? You know the typical questions arise, what if I make them mad, what if they blow me off, what if they persecute me – do we really even know what that is here in the U.S.? Anyway, continue to fill in more of the excesses that come to mind, you know we all have had them, even me.

Now you might be wondering why is he going on and on about this? Here’s the deal. On Sunday we are going to take the last look at “Who We Are” from Colossians 4:2-6. Specifically, what I’m going to call the M&M’s. Our Ministries, Our Methods, and Our Mission. On Sunday I hope to take these three areas and encourage each one of us in how we can as a church, individually, and collectively reach out to people in a very real and practical way through the everyday dealings of our life. (sports, work, neighbors, music, hobbies, etc) We are all called to minister to those that are in need, to be a light to all in everything we do. Just as Pastor Steve challenged us to think of the possibility that the Lord placed certain talents, abilities, and interest in us, not for ourselves, but for others. For the expansion of the Kingdom! This week let’s look at some practical ways we can step into the flow of the mysteries of Christ and how we can connect into what He is doing in the lives of others. We should refrain from thinking that anything we are a part of couldn’t be used by Him to reach out or minister to someone else. Asking the Father to show us the significance of why we are who we are, placed in, and a part of what we are. Praying first, how might the Father desire this for me to bless others.

There are so many different opportunities for each one of us to plug into. Things that I know many people would say, “you want me to minister to someone how?” Remember that Gods ways are high than our ways, Isaiah 55:9. The Father has a plan that is unmistakably His, one that He has put into place, and chose to allow us in on that mystery, if we’ll ask, listen, look, and follow. To get there we must remember it is not about us, but about Him. As the world we live in changes from day to day, month to month, and year to year, the message of the gospel does not, will not, and has never changed. But we as a people have, and are being blessed to be a part of life at this time. We must look at the change in the world, and discover how we can present the Gospel of Christ in a language that is current and relevant to people today with nothing being beyond the outrageousness of The Father.

So, come Sunday to look into some of these things, be ready for a challenge, and ready to have fun!!!

I took a look at my calendar today and noticed that we have moved our way through 280 days of 2009.  After realizing this, I read a couple of verses to start off my day.  Here is what I got:

 Out of the 280 days we have had in 2009, some difficult questions have come to mind, and punctured my heart.  Have you truly been living out love?  Have you been walking through your days as a person crafted, shaped, and molded by the very hand of the Father? 

 Ephesians 2:10 “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”

 Once we have Christ in us, to keep growing in the work that He has done in us, is not based off of good deeds performed to keep Him happy with us, but rather good deeds acted on out of gratitude of love for what He has done for us.  An act of love performed can just be a hollow performance if it is done out of obligation, however, it can be an act of humility, gratitude, and compassion if the understanding of the sacrifice given in love is truly understood.

 ”Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13

 This is the magnitude of love at which we should live out our lives.  

 As we pursue The Father, remember He is there, with a deep passion and desire for us to know Him, that He had before we were even born, how awesome is this love?

 Psalm 139:13-18 “For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb. I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it very well. My name was not hidden from You, when I was made in secret, and skillfully wrought in the depths of the earth; Your eyes have seen my unformed substance; And in Your book were all written The days that were ordained for me, when as yet there was not one of them. How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God! How vast is the sum of them!  If I should count them, they would outnumber the sand ; When I awake, I am still with You.”

We all have those moments that we need to remember.  Those times that we can laugh about for a long time, those things that can make you smile and help you make it through a tough day or time in your life. 

 I had one of those recently.  It was just a normal morning being brought out of a night’s sleep from the bells of the alarm on my iPhone.  I went through the steps: turn on light in living room, put cartoons on the TV, wake up my son, place his clothes on the edge of his bed, go make the coffee, fix his breakfast, etc.

 Then out the door to the car on time, and to the bus stop a few minutes early. We started playing with the music on the CD in the player.  This is where the moment to remember started.  As we began to dance and sing and act a little goofy, we became completely oblivious to everything else around us – including the bus pulling up, loading up kids and pulling away.  It was only when I noticed our neighbors’ cars pulling out to go around us that I saw the bus driving off in the distance.  My son and I stopped dancing, looked up the street at the bus (that he was supposed to be on) glanced back at each other, slung our heads back laughing and started dancing again to the music of DJ Maj.

 “Oh, well,” were the next words from my mouth, and then I drove off to take him to school. 

 These are the moments to remember.  It is these types moments that both my kids seem to recall the most.  It’s the small, unexpected and unplanned moments. 

 Don’t overlook the small things or you’ll miss them and you’ll never have the opportunity to get them back!

This is a story that was sent to me by way of an email the other day.  As I began to read it, I wondered (not to this extreme) just how many churches had something like this happen in them this past Sunday morning. Not making any bones about it; it really comes down to, “I am much better than the next guy.  I am in a better place and I, and I, and I, and I…!” 

But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for God [sees] not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.” I Samuel 16:7 (NAS)

It’s not our job to take a look at someone else and make a judgment of the worth or value of that person.  God has called us to love, and in that love show His grace and mercy; which we so quickly forget, and that He Himself showed to us. 

Why is it that we find it so easy to point out the flaws in others but are seemingly oblivious to our own?   I remember in a movie called “Matthew” a depiction of a laughing Jesus, not the stale, I don’t know why anyone would want to follow me Jesus. He was teaching this in a scene:

3. “And why do you look at the speck that is in your brother’s eye, but do not notice the log that is in your own eye? 4. “Or how can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ and behold, the log is in your own eye? 5. “You hypocrite, first take the log out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to take the speck out of your brother’s eye. Matthew 7:3-5 (NAS)

I remember it well because of how it was depicted.  As Jesus, played by Bruce Marchiano, was teaching the crowd of people, he turned away and he bent over at the waist then spun back around holding a long staff as if it were protruding out of his eye.  This made for a great visual for me as to how ridiculous I must look when I am being critical of others.

 

Shoes In Church

 

I showered and shaved. I adjusted my tie.

I got there and sat, in a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer as I closed my eyes,

I saw the shoe of the man next to me touching my own. I sighed.

  

With plenty of room on either side, I thought, ‘Why must our soles touch?’

It bothered me, his shoe touching mine, but it didn’t bother him much.

A prayer began: “Our Father.” I thought, “This man with the shoes has no pride.

They’re dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!”

 

“Thank You for blessings” the prayer went on.

The shoe man said a quiet, “Amen.”

I tried to focus on the prayer, but my thoughts were on his shoes again.

Aren’t we supposed to look our best when walking through that door?

 

“Well, this certainly isn’t it,” I thought, glancing toward the floor.

Then the prayer was ended and the songs of praise began.

The shoe man was certainly loud sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters; his hands were raised high.

 

The Lord could surely hear The Shoe Man’s voice from the sky.

It was time for the offering and what I threw in was steep.

I watched as The Shoe Man reached into his pockets so deep.

I saw what was pulled out; what the shoe man put in.

 

Then I heard a soft “clink” as when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me to tears, and that’s no lie.

It was the same for the shoe man for tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service as is the custom here.

 

We must greet new visitors, and show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow and wanted to meet The Shoe Man.

So after the closing prayer I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark, and his hair was truly a mess.

 

But I thanked him for coming, for being our guest.

He said, “My names’ Charlie. I’m glad to meet you, my friend.”

There were tears in his eyes, but he had a large, wide grin.

“Let me explain,” he said, wiping tears from his eyes.

 

“I’ve been coming here for months, and you’re the first to say hi.”

I know that my appearance is not like all the rest.

But I really do try to always look my best.

I always clean and polish my shoes before my very long walk.

But by the time I get here they’re dirty and dusty, like chalk.”

 

My heart filled with pain, and I swallowed to hide my tears.

As he continued to apologize for daring to sit so near

He said, “When I get here I know I must look a sight.

But I thought if I could touch you, then maybe our souls might unite.”

 

I was silent for a moment knowing whatever was said

Would pale in comparison, so I spoke from my heart not my head.

“’Oh, you’ve touched me,” I said, “and taught me, in part;

That the best of any man is what is found in his heart.”

 

The rest, I thought, this shoe man will never know.

Like just how thankful I really am that his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

 

How lovely on the mountains Are the feet of him who brings good news, Who announces peace And brings good news of happiness, Who announces salvation, [And] says to Zion, “Your God reigns!” Isaiah 52:7 (NAS)

 

 Something that we all so easily forget that I was reminded of just the other day by a very close friend, “people are important.”  With that we can all remind ourselves what we like to teach children but neglect to remember as adults, “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you!”

The other day a fight attendant with Southwest Airlines began boarding the families with children first.  After they were boarded and seated, the attendant asked the four oldest children, “Do you want to help pass out the peanuts?” 

 After boarding the rest of the people on the flight, the flight attendant took four packs of peanuts wrote the children’s names on them and placed them in the aisle.  He said, “We are going to have a race. If the pack of peanuts with your name on it makes it to the end of the aisle first, you win and you get to help pass out the peanuts.” 

 As the plane raced to the end of the runway and began to take off into the sky, the people started cheering for the children and their packs of racing peanuts. Once the plane leveled out and the first pack reached the end of the aisle, the attendant picked up the winning pack and called out the child’s name and said, “You get to pass out the peanuts!”

 Everyone on the plane cheered for the girl that won.  Then the attendant said, “But wait, I actually need four helpers, so all of you get to pass out peanuts!”

 I heard this story from a man that was on this Southwest Airlines flight, and he witnessed this event first hand.  I hope this attendant was commended for their creativity and ability to make the passengers flight enjoyable.  I hear they are a fun company to work for!  

  

 

No matter how many times I have seen Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, it still kind of creeps me out when he looks down from the top of the sandy, archeological dig to see the floor moving and says, “Snakes. Why did it have to be snakes?”   

 

Over the years I have had a few different encounters with, what a friend called, “ol’ no shoulders”.  I grew up hearing from my dad’s dad, who I called Dandy, “The only good snake is a dead snake.” And I must say that I agree. On countless occasions as we would be fishing back in the slue, where my Grandparents lived in Riverside, Alabama, it never failed that we would have a run in or two, or three with water moccasins.  Dandy would run up to the house and get his single shot, 16 gauge, Steven’s shotgun, and he would come back down and take care of business.  The funny thing is we would swim all the time in that lake and never really thought anything about it, until we saw one swimming our way.

 

I could tell about the time that I almost stepped on a black snake while I was hunting, or the time I was trout fishing on the Hiawassee River, and a water snake swam right by me.  Then there was the coral snake I saw from a distance, which was just fine with me and also the four foot moccasin coiled up behind our AC unit in Birmingham.  Oh, and I can’t forget the one that came out of the hole in the old black inner tube, that I was sitting on, while I was turkey hunting with my friend Dave one year. 

 

Which leads me to my latest meeting with “ol’ no shoulders”. We have recently been doing some work in our backyard, and as the weather and time has allowed, I have been doing the work little bit by little bit.  Anyway, I had done some prep work with a hard rake that I had purchased from Home Depot.  After I had finished readying the ground, I proceeded to spread winter rye seed out over the back and side yard.  Then came the time to unload and cover the new seed with wheat straw.  After placing the bales out across the yard, I began to bust them open and spread them out.  I had made my way through 3 bails and was halfway through the 4th when I heard something that, at first, I decided to ignore.  After hearing it for about the 5th time, and passing it off as a very loud cricket or katydid, I reached back for the next hand full of straw a little bit slower and somewhat cautious.

 

That was when it hit me!  Literally, a foot and a half long rattler hit my hand!  Needless to say it didn’t take me long to sling the straw away from under my arm.  I saw him trying to sneak away under the straw that had already been spread on the ground.  I ran over and grabbed his tail and flung him to the other side of the yard!  Grabbing my hard rake I ran over to him and proceeded to try to hit kill him.  In the midst of the excitement I had the rake prongs down and despite my repeated attempts to get him, I never managed to kill him, and he slithered up the hill towards my neighbor’s yard. 

 

Realizing that I was not going to get him, I remembered that my hand had been struck.  I looked down very quickly and discovered that the snake had not managed to bite me. It just, well, it scared the daylights out of me. 

 

Even though I have had many encounters with “ol’ no shoulders”, yet again, I have been fortunate to NOT be bitten.  There were, however, two lessons learned from this meeting. First, turn the hard rake over when trying to kill a snake and second, check the straw bales for snakes before you start spreading it!       

 

I know this is going to seem a bit odd, but I am going to share something with you that received a good bit of attention after I posted a video about it on Facebook a few days ago. 

 I was in my office on Friday morning and wanted something sweet; some candy sounded good.  One of the ladies in our office always keeps a basket on the corner of her desk full of candy with a plethora of choices.  One of the things that are always in the basket is the miniature rolls of Sweetarts.  You know the ones that kind of look like Smarties. 

 I went across the hallway into the main office and grabbed myself a couple of packs.  I unrolled them and sat them next to my computer and began to eat them in twos as I always do.  Now before you think of me as strange, I have watched many different people as they eat their personal favorites, such as, M&M’s – Skittles – Smarties. They eat them in twos, threes, by colors, well you get the point.

 So, I was eating my Sweetarts, two by two, when I discovered there was an odd number in the pack; thirteen to be exact.  Not that thirteen is a bad number, because if you remember from one of my earlier posts, thirteen is my favorite number. 

 I went and looked at the other packs and they all have thirteen!  Why?  Why, thirteen?  This affects my eating them in twos, and leaves me with a difficult decision.  Do I eat the last one by itself, or do I toss it in the trash, to be alone, outcast, and humiliated?  The odd tart out, never able to bring the joy of its sweet – tartness to me or anyone else.

 I posted this as a video on Facebook, and let’s just say a lot of sarcasm followed.  I do have to admit it does seem a bit silly, ok stupid, but I still have to ask, WHY?   If anyone reading this post can supply the answer as to why thirteen Sweetarts, I would love to know.  Or if you can share with me how to get in touch with the Willy Wonka Candy Company, or Willy Wonka himself, I will gladly ask myself.