Sunday, December 27, 2009

Are our burdens as heavy as we make them out to be?


I saw this game while out Christmas shopping the other day and it reminded me of the single funniest moment of my life. If your curiosity has been piqued, feel free to ask Juli about it, but be prepared for her to run away and sit on the terlit and have a good cry.

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Our Sunday school lesson this morning was from Philippians chapter 2 and talked about the sacrifices Jesus made to come down and live among His creation. Have you ever really stopped and given thought as to what Christ walked away from? Heaven, paradise, never-ending peace and joy, eternal worship, complete freedom from the effects of sin, just to name a few. He had existed in heaven since heaven's beginning and He chose to leave it behind. He willingly left the place where we long to be in order to come and live in the place we long to leave. I'll never understand that, I don't think.

What about His life while here? Paul writes that Jesus "... made Himself nothing, taking the form of a servant" and that He "... humbled Himself by becoming obedient to the point of death." So, He voluntarily left paradise to come to a fallen and sinful world, and once He was here and human, He takes on complete humility and becomes a like a servant. The Creator comes to serve His creation.

Was His impending death the only worry Jesus had? Sure, that was enough; more than anyone else could handle, but in thirty-three years there must have been other cares and burdens that He had to bear. The temptations He faced would, actually do, stump the rest of us. I would wager that the full force of hell was behind it. But, as a man, Jesus would most certainly have burdens and trials. And it was all by choice.

So how come our first response to burdens and trials of our own is to try to shed them? When the storm hits, why do we immediately pray for the calm? It's as if we think anything that makes us feel bad is straight from hell and it is God's responsibility to rid us of it. "Okay, God, you said to call out in my day of trouble. Well, I'm in trouble, so, a little help."

"As to thy burden, be content to bear it until thou comest to the place of deliverance; for there it will fall from thy back of itself." --John Bunyan

Shouldn't our first response be to pray about the reason for the burden before we slap the "yucky" label on it? Are we so comfortable and arrogant that we think we are above sweating it out, even when God deems it necessary?

Jesus carried with Him the knowledge of His coming death and all that He would suffer prior to it. But, with all His power, He still walked directly toward it. He knew that what lay on the other side was worth the struggle. I wonder if many Christians today deny themselves the blessings that come from bearing burdens because they look to quick-fixes for deliverance rather than letting the purposes and plans of God play out?

Just thinkin' out loud. Happy Monday.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

I'll make this quick because time is something I have very little of at present.

Speaking of presents (Ha!), I got a little gift from the boss man today. I had planned on taking off half a day Christmas eve because I had exactly four hours of vacation left. This afternoon, however, my boss asked me, rather covertly, if I would like to just take all day off because, "...it's just too much hassle for me to find a only a few hours of work." Well, far be it from me to cause my supervisor any hassle, so I gladly accepted his offer. Nothing beats a day off. Especially Christmas eve.

Since this will likely be my final post before the big day, some happy birthday wishes are in order.

Jesus, I suppose a happy birthday wish would grow old and tiring to the Eternal One but I want to wish You one just the same. I say it with a tear in my eye, not because it's special to You but to me. And because, even after thirty-one years of following You, I am still shamed at the lack of passion, devotion and love that I show You on a daily basis. Surrender, dying to self, letting You wreck my life, and all the other phrases we use to try to explain what You really want from each of us are goals that I seem to never reach. If New Year's resolutions mean anything in Your kingdom, then know that mine is to stop asking for more of You this year and realize that what I need to do is to give you more, all, of me. Forgive me for failing to celebrate Your life, and Your resurrection, with each beat of this wicked heart. I truly love You.

Rachie!!! Happy birthday to you, dear. You are truly one of the most wholly beautiful people I have ever known. No one makes me feel loved quite the way you do and I wish you the greatest of days, and a very merry Christmas to you and The Don.

Sweet, sweet, controlling, female noble Sarah. It seems like just yesterday that you were only a butthole and now you've blossomed into such a beauty. And I am privileged to have been there all along the way. You brighten up my house each time you walk in the door (even though you bring that feller with you) and I wish you many cookies and poots on your special day.

And to the other one or two persons who might read this blog, I wish a very merry Christmas to you and God's best for your life.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

"Do you hate yore mama?"



Well, I am still on an old movie kick so here's one of my all-time favorite comedies. It's called No Time for Sergeants (1958) and it pretty much launched the career of Andy Griffith, pre-Mayberry. The Broadway version of this movie is responsible for introducing Andy to Don Knotts, which you can see here.

Andy plays a hick plowboy from the sticks who gets drafted and shipped off to boot camp. He runs into all sorts of situations that are foreign to him, including the scene above which is his first encounter with a psychiatrist. It's a classic case of the dumb confounding the wise (shameless plug) as his simple, common sense approach to life totally flusters the poor shrink.

So here's a laugh, on me. Stick with it for the full seven minutes and you'll be glad you did. Besides, it's nearly Christmas so what else have you got to do at work?

In another scene, Will Stockdale (Andy) and his new buddy, Ben Whitledge, see a female Air Force captain for the first time. Will is struck dumb.

Ben: Will! Stand at attention. What's the matter? Ain't you never heard of the Womens Air Force?

Will: You mean they got their own?!?

Ben: Yeah.

Will: Against our'n?!?

Less is definitely more. I hope everyone laughs today. But I hope your laughter is due to something innocent and simple. That's the best kind.

Happy Christmas Eve eve.


Sunday, December 20, 2009

Hey, all I can say is...


...hands off 'cause I saw it first. Nothing says Christmas like a tacky sweater.

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I've posted about this before (actually I think it was last year) but I want to share it again because it is one of my favorite parts of the Bible. I have way too many favorite parts to actually call anything a favorite part but you know what I'm sayin'.

Anyway, here's a merry Christmas treat for you courtesy of John -- the Apostle, the Revelator, the one whom Jesus loved.

And a great sign appeared in heaven: a woman clothed with the sun, with the moon under her feet, and on her head a crown of twelve stars. She was pregnant and was crying out in birth pains and the agony of giving birth. And another sign appeared in heaven: behold, a great red dragon, with seven heads and ten horns, and on his heads seven diadems. His tail swept down a third of the stars of heaven and cast them to the earth. And the dragon stood before the woman who was about to give birth, so that when she bore her child he might devour it. She gave birth to a male child, one who is to rule all the nations with a rod of iron, but her child was caught up to God and to his throne, and the woman fled into the wilderness, where she has a place prepared by God, in which she is to be nourished for 1,260 days.--Revelation 12:1-6

Fo' mo' days!