Aug 242010
 

The light was yellow.   A big truck was in my rear view mirror.   I had to decide fast.  Slam on the brakes or go on through?  I went on through.  The light turned red.   Was the camera watching?  Will I receive a ticket in the mail?  If I had stopped in time, would the truck have done the same?

We all face yellow lights in life.  Sometimes we make the right decision.  Sometimes we don’t.  The consequences aren’t always a reliable indicator of a good decision.   We may never know what the outcome of the “un-chosen” option would be.  So, we pray, we listen, we do our best, and we keep driving, forgetting what is behind, and pressing on toward the goal.

Aug 202010
 

A Dead Butterfly

A Live Moth

There were two bugs in our house this morning. Well, maybe even more than two, but two that I noticed. One was a dead butterfly someone had brought in and laid on the counter. The other was a live moth that most likely flew right on in, uninvited. 

Both were in the kitchen when I got up.  The butterfly was beautiful.  The moth was alive. I thought to myself, “I’d rather be the moth.”
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“Woe to you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For you are like whitewashed tombs which indeed appear beautiful outwardly, but inside are full of dead men’s bones and all uncleanness.
    – Mathew 23:27
Aug 122010
 

I heard this morning that Christopher Hitchens (famous atheist, author, and journalist) has terminal cancer.  With respect, I would ask him and others with similar beliefs two simple questions:

When you get to the edge of space, the very end of the universe, and you take one more step, what is beyond the edge?

When you go to the very beginning of time, the very moment time began, what was happening the split second before that?

What is your answer?  My answer is:  God.

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Aug 092010
 

My dog stares at my while I eat.  She has no manners, no pride, and no sense of shame.  She unabashedly stares and begs, watching my every move, hoping I might, by some act of particular mercy or grace, offer her a small tidbit for her eternally empty stomach.  It’s very annoying.

Annie watches us eat

Why does she do it?  Because she is a dog and that’s what dogs do.  She knows that any food worth anything comes from the master’s table, so she waits and stares.  Why does it annoy me?  I guess because it makes me feel a little obligated to share.  What I fail to realize is that she is just a dog.  She does not think I am obligated to share.  She just hopes I will.  And so this morning she sat and waited patiently for the crust of my toast, with or without jelly.

The whole episode reminds me of the story in the Bible where the Canaanite woman comes to Jesus for help.  I’ve always thought it sounded like He basically calls her a dog and says it’s not His place to help her.  Consider this scripture:  Continue reading »

Aug 052010
 

On the news this morning, I heard a story about a judge who had ruled that the people of California were in error when they voted that same-sex marriage was unlawful.  I know this may not be typical content for my blog, but I can’t help but write a few thoughts about it.  As I see it, there are two issues at the heart of the matter.  1) Can the state define marriage.  2) Can the state provide privileges to those involved in marriage. 

I say the answer to both questions is yes.  The state must be allowed to define the terms used in the making of it’s laws, or those laws are meaningless.  If the state cannot define “marriage,” “free speech,” “discrimination,” “obscenity,” “religion,” or “life” then how can it’s laws which use those very terms have any meaning?  This is also at the heart of the abortion issue.   But while many Americans may not agree what constitutes human life, most Americans DO believe “marriage” should be defined as the union of one man and one woman.  For those of us who look to the Bible for ultimate truth, we can go along with that definition.  (Although it might be a little more difficult to defend the “one” part based on biblical history.)

Secondly, once defined, can the state give special privileges to the institution of marriage?  I say, certainly.  The state does that kind of thing all the time.   Government organizations, schools, religious organizations, scientific communities, professionals (such as doctors, lawyers, etc.) are all endowed with certain privileges because of their affiliation, license, or organization membership.  A marriage may be a small organization, but it is one none the less.  And, ANYONE of age can join that organization.   Just because a gay person does not WANT to marry a person of the oposite sex does NOT mean he/she does not have the right to do so.   I don’t want to go to medical school.  I don’t even like the site of blood.  But I can use a thermometer and I would like to be able to write my own perscription for antibiotics.  Even so, it would be silly of me to cry that my rights are being denied just because I can’t make my own definition of “medical doctor” as “one who can use a thermometer” then write prescriptions and practice medicine with all the state-sanctioned rights of other doctors.  If you want to join the club, you have to pay the dues and live by the club rules.

So, there’s my argument.  It may not be the typical reading for my blog, but it is what’s on my heart this morning.  I believe it is also a matter dear to God’s heart.  He laid it out pretty clear in the first few pages of His Book.  It’s obvious that He cares about the issue, as well as the people on both sides of it.  So should we.

Aug 022010
 

Some Monday’s are particularly hard to get up and go to work.  This one started off that way, along with a little guilt, compliments of a book I purchased yesterday.   Now I know you can’t believe everything you read (this blog is proof of that) but sometimes I find it hard to ignore advice when it comes from a prominent, well respected writer.   

One message of the book in question could be summarized thus:  If you are doing what God has uniquely gifted you to do, you will enjoy going to work.  If that is true, then there are a whole bunch of us who are not doing what God has in mind for us.  It’s not that I hate my job, but if I had the choice, I would definitely pick a week-end over a week-day.

I am sure some might suggest that I change my job, but I can’t help but wonder if the writer of a letter to the Phillipians might have another suggestion.  This author said he had learned to be content anywhere, which makes me think:  What really needs to change?  Is it my job . . . or my attitude?

Jul 252010
 

There is a Chick-fil-A near where I work.  I don’t know how much chicken they sell on a week-end, but during lunch hour on a week-day they sell a boat load. I have never seen a fast food restaurant run more efficiently.

I went there for lunch on Friday.  After enjoying a delicious “number 4,”  I sat and watched the drive-thru line for a few minutes.  It was amazing.  Continue reading »

Jul 192010
 

The song we sang in church yesterday morning said “We worship you for who you are.”  As I face one of those “dry” periods in my relationship with God, it came alive with new meaning to me.  

Today God, I worship not who you seem to be, but who you are.

Jul 132010
 

I went to a funeral this Sunday and I will attend another before the week is out.  A member of my Sunday School class passed away last week.  It was pretty unexpected from what I hear. Mowing grass one minute, then with Jesus shortly thereafter.  Tammy and I were taking food for the family when I heard about the second one.  A co-worker at my company – a guy who was just in my office on Friday – was killed in a car accident on Saturday.

I know that people are living and dying every day.  And I am sure many people have had to face death in a more close and personal way than I have.  One thing is for sure.  We all face it.  Most of us will face it many times before the final time.

When I was about 14 years old, I had an encounter with death. It happened in the woods beside our house.  A baby bird, a blue jay, had fallen out of the nest.  It was too young to fend for itself so I tried to take care of it, but ultimately failed.  It died.  I cried.  I have had much more serious encounters with death before and since that episode but I still remember how sad I felt that day.  I remember feeling embarrassed because the death of this one baby bird affected me so.  Even today, I don’t know why it affected me so deeply.  It left an impression.

That’s the thing about death.  It always leaves an impression.  These two deaths have impressed me with the realization of how quickly and unexpectedly life on this earth can end.  Our spirits are housed in a wonderful, but fragile bit of clay.  It is in times like this that I cling to the spirit, and hold the clay a little less tightly.  It is, after all, dust that will slip through your fingers no matter how tightly you hold on.

And if Christ is in you, the body is dead because of sin, but the Spirit is life because of righteousness.  But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you.
      – Romans 8:10-11 

Jul 062010
 

I made coffee all over the counter this morning.  I didn’t mean to, but I knew it was going to happen sooner or later.  I suppose it just had to happen on the first day back to work after a wonderful vacation.

It started last night when I set up the coffee maker to make coffee for me this morning.  I cleaned the pot, filled it with 4 cups of water, then poured it in the coffee maker.  I set the pot on the counter while I cleaned the basket and reloaded with filter and fresh coffee grounds.  Then, I turned on the timer and went to bed.

When I shuffled to the kitchen this morning the coffee pot was still sitting where I left it and the nice coffee brew was all over the counter.   As I see it, I only had two choices.  a) I could wipe it up with a towel and then ring out the towel in my cup, or . . . b) I could pour some sugar and cream on the counter and lick it all up.  I chose option “a”, because I couldn’t figure out how to stir the counter.   It was too early to think straight and I hadn’t had my coffee yet.

I figure there is a moral in this story and it probably has something to do with not getting distracted.  Pay attention to the details or you might wake up with a mess.  King David got distracted and made a big mess.  Then, not unlike me, he finally decided to suck it up and come clean.  Or perhaps the lesson is simpler:  If you are going to make coffee on the counter, be sure to pour the sugar and cream on first.