The world needs heroes like this one.

I stepped back into my childhood tonight.  When I was a kid, I had a hero like everyone else did.  Mine was Sgt. Alvin C. York.

The reason for this post is because the 1941 movie "Sergeant York" was on television tonight.  It stars Gary Cooper who is probably the coolest leading man of all time.  Of course it's the tale of York's life and heroism during World War 1, but the appeal of this movie is it's accuracy.

As the story goes, York was a rambunctious and unruly young man with a flare for fighting and drinking.  He had a "miraculous" conversion in his adulthood and joined the local church and, upon being drafted into the army, filed for exemption because of his religious beliefs.  He was denied and went on to become the most decorated soldier of the war for his accomplishments during the Battle of the Argonne where he captured, nearly single-handedly, 132 German soldiers and killed close to thirty.  Not bad for someone who disagreed with war altogether.

The part of the movie that really speaks is near the end.  His commanding officer is congratulating him for saving so many lives and questions him about his beliefs and why he objected in the first place.  York tells him that he was prepared to die for his country but not to kill for it.  However, when the battle raged and he saw his fellow soldiers falling, he realized that fighting fire with fire was the only way to save lives.  Thirty died but hundreds, and maybe thousands, were saved.  His final comment on the matter is that, "I don't understand the Good Lord's ways.  I'm as much again killin' as ever, but He put me in a place, and all I could do was what needed doin'."

I'll let you draw the parallels and life application principles for yourselves.  If the clip above moves a little slow for you, stick with it.  It comes around to point.

Alvin York was from Pall Mall, Tennessee.  It's a small mountain community just north of Crossville.  I visited there as a child.  Cool place.  With the money he made from his movie and book and other endorsements, he started a Bible college.  He died in 1964.

Where have all the real heroes gone? 

Well, I don't really know if anyone is reading this...

Hopefully, all the changes didn't screw it up too badly.  If you found this blog at the new address, comment and let me know so I don't spend the next three or four days trying to figure out what I did wrong.

I would like to wish a very Happy Birthday to Juli.  Most of the time, I spend my energy picking at her ('cause it's fun) but, since it's her day, I'll be nice.  

First, she did a heckuva job picking out a man.  And, knowing Ryan like I do, I must say that Juli is probably one of the most patient women I know.  Second, she has re-defined my idea of a good wife and mother.  And thirdly, she and Hubby have both gone way, way above and beyond the call of duty for me.  Friends like those two only come around about once in a lifetime.  And heaven knows it can't be easy being a friend to me.  Thanks, guys.

On a selfish note, I would like to ask that you pray for me.  I could use some extra help.

Have a great weekend.

 

Just a few things...

First, I like what the Grand High Potentate had to say tonight about misfits. He's totally correct that we should be misfits everywhere. We shouldn't fit in at school or work or anywhere else that we aren't around God's people. We are set apart and that should be visible. Oil and water.

It's funny that I've been sort of facing this recently. It seems that no matter where I am, I'm out of place. And then I go to church or wherever you good people are and it's like the puzzle pieces all fit together. This has been most noticable at my job. I work with some good guys, some are very strong Christians. But they aren't walking the same path I'm on, and they aren't walking at the same pace.

I hate to say that at times I've tried to walk with the "world." It is extremely tiring to try to walk two separate paths, especially when those paths are constantly getting farther away from each other. Walking with God and trying to walk with the world is like that. The paths are never parallel and they never converge or intersect. The gap is always widening. And constantly swimming upstream eventually tires a person out and leaves them adrift in the current.

Second, and this might not be a big deal to most folks, but I got treated to dinner tonight and that's HUGE to me. It's a very seldom occurrence. I am extremely thankful for Virginia, Sarah, and Spenser, not just for dinner but for pretty much everything about them.

Finis.

Do you ever feel like you have sooooo much going on....

that if something doesn't give, each cell in your body is going to split off in its own direction causing you great physical pain?

I do.

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I'm sure you've heard all the controversy surrounding "Angels and Demons." It's the prequel to "The DaVinci Code" and is just as offensive to Christianity, so they say. Being a curious sort, I couldn't resist reading it. I'm about halfway through it now and I absolutely must finish it before I see the movie.

I can understand why some people wouldn't like it, especially if you're of the Catholic persuasion, but I really don't understand why there has to be a "witch trial" of sorts from the national church.

Two words: it's fiction.

Yes, the book pretty much runs down everything we believe in. Yes, it exalts science and astro-physics as the fundamental truths of the universe and creation. And yes, it glorifies any and all opponents to Christianity, not to mention painting the Catholic faith as moronic and narrow-minded.

Two more words: it's fiction.

I am in no way defending the book, author, or movie. But I can read a book for the purpose of reading a book.

I look at fiction as fantasy. It's an escape, something I do to take me away from my everyday cares and concerns. If I'm looking to elevate my theology, I'll pick from a different shelf.

I think my big gripe is how the Christian flag-waving community gets all torqued out over a best-seller, but sometimes ignores the less fashionable issues. That's just kinda following the world, I think. Didn't Someone already win those battles?

I don't think we should try to stand toe-to-toe with the world's issues. I don't think we should use the same platform to voice our side of the argument. We are commanded to be humble, meek, Christ-like, and let our actions and our ways speak for us. God promises to set the world straight about Him in His appointed time. Until then, let's just keep living for God, spreading His message, and leave the politics out of it. It's a distraction, just Satan's way of painting us all in a negative light, anyway.

I'm giving you fair warning...

As of Friday, May 22, the address of this blog will change. The new address will be:

dumbandwisecc.blogspot.com.

Merci.

Pick a card, any card

There's something very wrong about a VBS mascot that looks demon-possessed. This is Karl the Koala. I bet he leaves some of the kids scarred for life.

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I took only a few pictures at the lock-in because there was just too much going on for me to focus (no pun intended) on taking photos. Oh well, maybe next time.

Speaking of the lock-in, I've been thinking about all the prayer time we've had this weekend, Sunday night included, and I wanted to share one or two things on my heart.

First, I have a problem with people. Not everybody, mind you, but I spent alot of time this weekend wanting God to teach me how to handle a certain kind of person. I've asked Him to show me if my issues are real and true or if it's just me being difficult. That's not outside the realm of possibility, ya know. I don't ever want to assume that I'm right about everything so I really need God's wisdom on this. I may be old, but I'm still learning. Help me pray about this if you don't mind.

And second, there is one word that kept coming up this weekend. Choices.

I'm not sure what this means but I've been thinking alot about that word. Benji's been teaching about choices on Wednesdays and I've tried to focus on how I choose things in my life. My past is riddled with making the wrong choice, I mean over and over and over, but what things are choices in our lives?

One of my favorite authors wrote, "How do we start out one way, and by the time life has finished with us, end up different?"

The answer is choices. Salvation is a choice. Sin is a choice. Commitment and devotion are choices. Our spiritual disciplines like prayer and Bible study are choices. How we treat people is a choice. Humility is a choice. Selfishness, self-righteousness, pride, and self-centeredness are choices. Relationships are choices. Everything is a choice. And those choices are what keep us close to God and in His will or take us away from Him by following the path that suits our desires. Loving God is a choice.

So good grief, Charlie Brown, how do we make the right choice all the time? Well, we don't. We won't. There is no way to make the right decision every single time. But when we make the wrong one, and this is the really cool and awesome Jesus part, we don't have to keep making other wrong ones to cover the first wrong one. We can make it right. All we have to do is recognize it, take it to God in repentance and He'll help us back on to the right road. There is never a situation that is too sticky for God. No matter how bad we screw things up with our choices, God can fix it. But we have to take it to Him and let Him do it His way.

The choices we make can change our lives in an instant. Please allow Captain Experience here to assure you that choices define our lives. That's not something to play around with. We should make all our decisions in prayer and with an attitude that says, "I'm going to make the decision that keeps me close to God and best shows Him through me."

Don't be afraid to choose, but more importantly, don't be afraid to confess it when you choose wrong. I promise you that telling your screw-ups to God and asking Him to lead you through the fix-'er-up process is the most freeing thing you can ever do. Just ask anyone who has nearly ruined their life.

Oh, yay. It's Monday. (Hear the genuine excitement?)

I'm using my time wisely

It's raining.  Check that, it's Noah-style raining.  Working in the rain is not a big deal, I do it all the time.  But lightning?  Negative.  Lightning and telephone cables, which are made of copper, don't mix.  So it's 8:45 a.m. on Friday morning and I'm in the youth room at church posting this.  Not a bad start to a Friday.

With all the focus on prayer lately and with the lock-in/prayer vigil tonight, I have really been taking a close look at my prayer life.  Honestly, I'm not satisfied with it.  Maybe I'm the type who is never satisfied with anything, but when it comes to God, I hope I can never get enough.  The truth is, what's lacking in my prayer life is me.

I pray alot.  Seriously, all day every day I am constantly in communication with God in some form.  That's good, right?  Just pray and everything will be fine.  That's kinda how we're taught to think isn't it?  As long as we check in with God on a regular basis and let Him know we're thinking about Him from time to time, then He's happy with us and blessing us and it's a win - win for everybody.

The act of prayer is important, it's commanded and God longs for that communication with us.  But words are just words.  

As in water face reflects face, so the heart of man reflects the man. --Proverbs 27:19

David prayed, "Search me, O God, and know my heart."  Jesus told the Pharisees, "God knows your hearts."  And in Jeremiah, we are told to seek God with all our heart.

The point is this:  Tonight, when we are all on our knees before God, listening for Him, searching for Him, and seeking Him, let's do it with a true heart.  God isn't looking for the best speaker, the best intercessor, the best meditator, or even the best praiser.  All He wants is a humble, open heart that will listen to what He has to say and then act on it.  

So let's forget about us for a while and get ourselves in line with God and what He wants to do.  He's got us all together for a reason.  I can't wait to see how He touches and changes hearts tonight.

Happy Friday.  See ya tonight!!!

How would you like it if God called you the meekest man on the face of the earth?

That'd be pretty cool, huh?

Now the man Moses was very meek, more than all people who were on the face of the earth. --Numbers 12:3

Aaron and Miriam were grumbling against Moses because he had married a Cushite woman. I guess those Cushite chicks were pretty hot or something. But they weren't your good ol' Southern Baptist babes so Aaron and Miriam took issue with it.

The two of them start complaining and, as Grand High Potentate Fowler says, they turn the spotlight on themselves. "God speaks to us, too, doesn't He? It's not just Moses who gets in on the action." They climb right up on their own pedestals.

God hears this and calls 'em out... literally. He calls them right out of the tent and says:

"Hear My words: If there is a prophet among you, I the Lord make Myself known to him in a vision; I speak with him in a dream. Not so with My servant Moses. He is faithful in all My house. With him I speak mouth to mouth, clearly, and not in riddles, and he beholds the form of the Lord." --Numbers 12:6-8

W-w-wow!!! God Himself, the Creator and Master of the entire universe, gets Moses's back. He tells the Complaint Committee that they hear Him through visions and dreams, something that any of us would jump for joy at, but His boy Moses gets Him full on in the face, mouth to mouth and he gets to see Him, too. That shut 'em up good. And Miriam gets stricken with leprosy for seven days, lest they forget.

If I were Moses, I would probably come away from that with a bring-it-on-y'all attitude. But, then again, I'm not the meekest man on the face of the earth.

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Here's some more from Moses that I was reading today that very nearly had me turning a triple salchow and two back handsprings right there in the truck.

And you shall remember the whole way that the Lord your God has led you these forty years in the wilderness, that He might humble you, testing you to know what was in your heart, whether you would keep His commandments or not. And He humbled you and let you hunger and fed you with manna, which you did not know, nor did your fathers know, that He might make you know that man does not live by bread alone, but man lives by every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord.
Know then in your heart that, as a man disciplines his son, the Lord your God disciplines you. --Deuteronomy 8:2-3, 5

That kinda makes the tough times a little more livable, eh?

Hear, O Israel: you are to cross over the Jordan today, to go in to dispossess nations greater and mightier than yourselves, cities great and fortified up to heaven.
Know therefore today that He who goes over before you as a consuming fire is the Lord your God. He will destroy them and subdue them before you. --Deuteronomy 9:1,3

And now, Israel, what does the Lord your God require of you, but to fear the Lord your God, to walk in His ways, to love Him, to serve the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul, and to keep the commandments and the statutes of the Lord, which I am commanding you today for your good? Behold, to the Lord your God belong heaven and the heaven of heavens, the earth with all that is in it. --Deuteronomy 10:12-14

Circumcise therefore the foreskin of your heart, and be no longer stubborn. For the Lord your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great, the mighty, and the awesome God, who is not partial and takes no bribe. --Deuteronomy 10:16,17

You shall fear the Lord your God. You shall serve Him and hold fast to Him, and by His name you shall swear. He is your praise. He is your God, who has done for you these great and terrifying things that your eyes have seen. --Deuteronomy 10:20-21

Consuming fire. God of gods. Lord of lords. Great and mighty. Awesome. Our praise and our God. Moses didn't just write down a bunch of cool words about God. In the verses above, "the Lord your God" is used nine times. And I didn't even scratch the surface of the books of Moses. I wonder, can we truly call Him that with a clear conscience?

Moses saw Him; Moses experienced Him. Thanks to Jesus, we can, too.

When I get to Glawry-land, I hope I get to talk to Moses about all those things he lived through with God. Ya know, maybe standing at the urinal during a worship-time bathroom break or something.

Happy Thursday.

Every single time...

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I don't have much to say tonight. I'm finishing day three of the world's most tenacious headache. Even my miracle powders have failed this time. So what are the symptoms of swine flu, anyway?

The cartoon above makes me think about two things.

First, I sometimes wish the world was a Peanuts world again. Simpler and more honest, but mostly more innocent. Which leads me to point deux.

Picture this: Lucy = Satan, Charlie Brown = us, and the ball = temptation .

Time and time again the ball is put in front of Chuck (probably no coincidence that he and I share a name). Every single time, he falls for it. Since 1953 or something, Lucy has been putting that ball down, coaxing him to try to kick it, each time promising that she won't move it, and each time, AAUUGGH!! He always believes her.

You all are smart people so I don't have to explain the symbolism any further or expound about what this means in each of our lives. You ponder it and think on it.

Disclaimer: I am in no way supposing that sweet little Lucy is evil or satanic. Ya know, just to clarify.

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Important: Thursday, May 7th is the National Day of Prayer. Churches all across America are gathering together to pray for the gub'ment, the economy, and national repentance.

We don't normally join in the local observances but this year we've decided to make Thursday a day of fasting. I'll put this on the JGen blog as well.

The purpose of this is for us to join together in prayer for the issues we face as a church and a student ministry. You can determine for yourself what those issues are. Feel free to pray for the national issues if you want to, but please lift up the specific concerns of Stock Creek and JGen, and especially each other. This is a great way to kick off the lock-in/prayer vigil.

And contact me if you have any experience in lobotomies, or if you just want to try one.

Life is a funny (and very random) place

On sale for $3.00 at a garage sale. Make an offer.

"Oh, Irony, though art emboldened."

I laughed for thirty minutes. Heck, I'm still laughing.

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Some random happenings from Chucky-land:

I had a nice moment with God today. I know that sounds cheesy but it really was kinda cool. I was sitting in the truck at work while it rained (the only unusual thing about that is the rain), and I was bored. I overslept this morning because my power went out last night so I didn't have time to pack a lunch today. That's a bummer because my Bible is in my lunchbox. So it was raining, I was bored with nothing to read or do except think. Thinking can be dangerous.

But out of nowhere, I started getting that God-feeling you get when He's sort of giving you a hug. I don't know where it comes from but it feels like you're surrounded by a Holy Bubble for a few minutes and there is nothing standing between you and God. Know what I mean? I hope so.

So I had a few minutes of reflection, just thinking about how good He is as I sat there in the truck, weepy-eyed and blubbering to God about my blessing-filled life. I don't think I even noticed the rain for a while. There's not really a point to this except that God doesn't really have a schedule. He shows up at the most random times.

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My partner and I were talking about the Romania trip today. I was telling him all about our itinerary and mentioned the two days in Vienna, Austria and how I was really looking forward to that. He said, and I swear this is true, "Shoot, man, you'll have to buy you one of them boomerangs."

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The word is spelled authoritative, not authoratative, just in case you misspell it and someone intentionally calls your attention to it by repeating it in their reply to your text message. Oh yeah, that didn't go unnoticed.

It's been a long time since the third grade Spelling Bee at New Hopewell Elementary, which I won. Go Owls!!!

And I'm a published poet in the library there, too.

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I got my hair cut tonight so if anybody's wondering who isn't graduating or who's prom dress showed too much cleavage, I'm your guy.

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About the lock-in:

We'll probably eat pizza at first.

Bring your Bible. Unless you have it memorized.

We will have some pretty serious prayer time, so you might want to start preparing now.

It starts at 10:00 p.m. and you can leave when you've had enough, but you'll be a loser if you leave before daylight.

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I guess that's it. Have a good day.

Oh Lord, it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way.

The astute look.

Everyone be sure and thank this lovely lady for hosting us tonight at her house. If the bonfire gets rained out, she's gonna cook a huge dinner for us all.

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"The Pharisee, standing by himself, prayed thus: 'God, I thank You that I am not like other men, extortioners, unjust, adulterers, or even like this tax collector. I fast twice a week; I give tithes of all that I get.' But the tax collector, standing far off, would not even lift up his eyes to heaven, but beat his breast, saying, 'God, be merciful to me, a sinner!' I tell you this man went down to his house justified, rather than the other. For everyone who exalts himself will be humbled, but the one who humbles himself will be exalted." --Luke 18:11-14

I don't think I've ever prayed without this parable coming to mind. Maybe it's God's way of trying to keep me humble. Not sure that always works.

If you're like me, you picture the Pharisee standing there, arms high, big, pious smile on his face proclaiming his righteousness to everyone who hears. Sort of a poster-child example of extreme pride and self-unawareness. But maybe he's not so outrageous after all.

How many times do we do the same thing? How often do we go to God with our daily checklist all marked up in the "completed" column and expect a big ol' pat on the back? We might not tout our works or our perfect walk, we'll even smugly throw in our "little" transgressions with an arrogant chuckle and an it's-not-that-bad attitude. But we do have the audacity to approach God with our torches held high and banners a-waving proclaiming the marvelous and wondrous heavenly tasks we are accomplishing.

I can imagine God saying, "Sheesh! You're killing me here. Tell you what, why don't you let me decide what's right and wrong and you just follow my direction. I have the only checklist that matters and all it says is, 'depends on my mercy.' Shut your mouth, get on your knees, and listen to ME for once. I'll do the blessing and exalting around here."

Okay, so God's probably not quite the smart aleck that I am but, after a few thousand years, He deserves to get a little put out with us.

The tax collector doesn't even offer an explanation. He doesn't even mention the smallest thing to help his case. He straight up begs for God's mercy.

Why don't we do that? Why don't we put down all our self-righteous projects, our scorecards, our motives and ambitions, and just go to God empty. Just go to Him seeking to be filled with Him and what He wants, instead of what we think He wants to hear, like the Pharisee.

I'm not trying to end the week on a sour note, I just think that if we are going to get prayer right, we need to look at it from the perspective of the tax collector, poor and needy, needing what only God can give. The encouragement is that, as Jesus tells us here, that is what God truly wants to hear. That's what will send us away to our houses justified. And honestly, humility takes alot less effort than exalting ourselves, because you don't have to constantly think of fake stuff to say about yourself.

Happy Friday!!!

And, speaking of prayer, please remember my friend Vanessa and her family. Her aunt passed away today, and it's hitting kinda hard. Thanks.

Hello! Oops! I mean Heaven-o!

"Ohh, hap-py day-ay!" She's going for the high note!

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Nothing heavy tonight because my brain, and body, are fried. From natural causes, of course.

My week has been filled with three activities: work, bonfire preparation, and mom's garage sale/Romania fund-raiser preparation. I have nothing left to give...to anything.

I was hoping to use the sale as a way to get rid of alot of my stuff so I wouldn't have to move it when I sell the house. But that didn't quite work out because I haven't had enough time to sift through all my junk. But I did manage to get some cool guy stuff into the sale so it won't be all blouses and doilies. And lots of people have donated their I-don't-want-its so it should turn out pretty good.

The bonfire will be fun and I have spent three nights gathering firewood in the hopes that the fire won't burn out in an hour. If it rains, then I'm going to throw firewood out along the highway all the way home. By the way, Heather and Virginia, do we have a contingency plan in case of rain? I'm eating s'mores rain or shine, so pre-heat the oven just in case.

Work has been extremely physical this week, and it's a week when I didn't have much physique to give it. Oh well, whadda ya do?

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Here's a Scripture that I've been meditating on for a few days. I've read it for years but something struck me differently this week. I've always understood it to be strictly about money.

"One who is faithful in a very little is also faithful in much, and one who is dishonest in a very little is also dishonest in much. If then you have not been faithful in the unrighteous wealth, who will entrust to you the true riches? And if you have not been faithful in that which is another's, who will give you that which is your own? No servant can serve two masters, for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve God and money."

The Pharisees, who were lovers of money, heard all these things, and they ridiculed Him. And He said to them, "You are those who justify yourselves before men, but God knows your hearts. For what is exalted among men is an abomination in the sight of God." --Luke 16:10-15

The context of this passage, and the previous verses, is about the place of wealth and money in our lives. Being a context-oriented kind of guy, that's how I've always read it. But the "true riches" part started me thinking today. I think Jesus is talking in monetary terms because that's how the Pharisees thought; it was their mindset. And we do need to be taught about the proper perspective we should have regarding money.

But when He talks about the true riches, He speaks of things far beyond the importance of money. He's using the example of earthly riches to make a spiritual point regarding eternal riches.

Like the Pharisees, we justify ourselves before men. Whether it's about money or some other form of idolatry, we are either faithful to God and His commands, or we are faithful to the things of the world. We cannot serve God and money, or self, or people, or drugs, or sex, or glory, or yaddah, yaddah, yaddah.

What things do we exalt? What things do we hold up among men as symbols of our independence and self-acquired glory and self-righteousness that are an abomination to God? What people do we try to please so much and hold as idols in our hearts that are detestable to God?

The encouraging part of this is that Jesus says we cannot serve God and _____.
He doesn't say we should not, or suggest that we try harder to serve only one, He says we can't. That means that we can serve one, faithfully. We can be entrusted with true riches and He longs to bestow such riches on us. He's looking for our faithful hearts.

Have a great Thursday, y'all.

Knock, knock, knock, knock. KNOCKKNOCKKNOCK!!!

This is the coolest guy I know...... the other is a really awesome preacher.

Seriously, we're the two youngest thirty-somethings you'll ever meet. And we always will be.

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First of all, I'm exhausted. No, make that dead. I've worked harder today after work than I did all day. And I had a really hard day. Enough whining.

I've been inspired to say a little something about prayer. I want to tell you about the greatest prayer lesson I've ever learned. The circumstances aren't important, but the point of the story is.

I've often heard it preached that praying in faith means to make your requests known to God and then consider it a done deal. Not that it will be answered to our liking, but once it's prayed, drop it and trust it to God. I'm not saying that's wrong, but I have a different testimony.

If prayer is our way of developing and maintaining our relationship with God, then that means learning about Him, but also learning about ourselves. He reveals things about Himself to us. But He reveals things about our own hearts and conditions, too. He shows us things that need work, things that need changing, things that are strengths, and things that He wants us to focus on a little more. What I'm getting at is this; if everything you hear from God feels good and comes easy, then you might be hearing the echo of your own voice.

Growing up, my parents took care of my needs. And they also fulfilled some of my wants and desires. At times I could ask for something and it was given to me. Other times, I was told no, sometimes I was told maybe. And sometimes, the answer was not yet.

If I had been given everything I wanted, right then, without effort or persistence, what would I be now? Spoiled? Arrogant? Prideful? Pampered and coddled? The answer is yes. I would be an even worse person than I am.

If God answers every prayer instantly, and gives us what we want, would we ever be humble, self-sacrificing, and dependent on Him?

Ask, and it will be given to you; seek, and you will find; knock, and it will be opened to you. For everyone who asks receives, and the one who seeks finds, and to the one who knocks it will be opened.

If you then, who are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father who is in heaven give good things to those who ask Him! --Matthew 7:7-8, 11

Prayer sometimes takes persistence and perseverance. God wants us to remain close and dependent on Him and that means that He might have to delay His response to us occasionally. But that should not dissuade us from asking, seeking and knocking until we have an answer.

There is a song that I remember from my childhood that applies. It's one of those old-timey, foot-stomping, bluegrass/country, 4/4 beat kind of songs.

"If you knock one time and there's no answer,

Don't turn away from the door.

You've got to knock again until you've been let in,

Sometimes it only takes once more."

Just because it's cheesy doesn't mean it isn't true. God desires to give us good things. He also desires for us to be all that He designed us for. So, along with yes and no, listen for the "not yet."

I think I just saw a camel stuck in the eye of a needle

I should have photo-shopped a sportcoat and a mullet.

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If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask God, who gives generously to all without reproach, and it will be given him. But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea that is driven and tossed by the wind. For that person must not suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways. --James 1:5-8

Wisdom - a God-given and God-centered discernment regarding the practical issues in life.

I'm in a place right now where I am intently seeking God's wisdom. I should be doing that all the time but in these times of confusion and direction-seeking, the pursuit of that wisdom reaches another level.

The wisdom will come, as according to the Scripture above. I have no doubt of that. But I think that God delays sometimes because I'm not willing to accept and use that wisdom. He's not wasteful. He's not going to carpet-bomb me with wisdom through a take-it-or-leave-it attitude. No. He'll give it, generously, when He knows I'm ready to receive it.

I stole the definition above from a commentary. The part that made me shudder tonight was the "God-centered" part. Too often I look at wisdom from a God-given, what-Chuck-wants perspective. "Lord, give me the wisdom to know what to do because I want ______ ."

But His wisdom, as with all His blessings, is for His purposes. It's given so that we will make the decision that best fulfills His plans. And that will ultimately be for our best, even if we can't see it.

Benji preached about the rich, young ruler. The man who walked away sad and disappointed because he couldn't give up the things necessary to follow God. He wanted to hang on to what he thought was best. The story ends this way:

And He said to them, "Truly I say to you, there is no one who has left house or wife or brothers or parents or children, for the sake of the kingdom of God, who will not receive many times more in this time, and in the age to come eternal life." --Luke 18:29,30

The rich, young ruler couldn't see that what he would gain through surrender and loss would far outweigh anything he had earned or possessed.

Sometimes, I can't see it either.

Jesus promises to bless us now and forever. That pretty much trumps the things I desire. So I pray for wisdom, and the heart to hear it and use it for the reason it is given.

I don't know if this means anything to any of you. I guess it's my "dear diary" moment of the day.

Dedication, separation, and jubilation (or something)

"Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?"

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The picture above was taken on Easter Sunday, but just made it to my computer today because of Isaac's dedication. So I'm a little slow. Sue me.

I'm really proud of this little guy and his maw and paw. He's probably the cutest kid ever and I really love the three of them. With that in mind, I thought today about baby dedications and if parents do them with sincere hearts or just for show.

Sadly, most of the time they are probably done to please the grandparents and to put on a good mask for the church family. Sorry to be so negative, but do you disagree? I thought so.

I can say with 100% certainty that Baby Iyaak's dedication today was done in earnest. And I think anyone who knows Ryan and candy-cane-shouldered Juli would say the same. God bless you three.

So it made me think of this:

And she vowed a vow and said, "O Lord of hosts, if you will indeed look on the affliction of your servant and remember me and not forget your servant, but will give to your servant a son, then I will give him to the Lord all the days of his life..." --1 Samuel 1:11

And in due time Hannah conceived and bore a son, and she called his name Samuel, for she said, "I have asked for him from the Lord." --1 Samuel 1:20

"For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to Him. Therefore I have lent him to the Lord. As long as he lives, he is lent to the Lord." --1 Samuel 1:27,28

If not the first recorded baby dedication, then this is certainly the most popular. I know we all know people who can claim this story as their own, but today just made me reflect on it and realize what God can do with a life dedicated to Him.

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There are a thousand other things I could write about tonight. I wish I had time. Benji's sermon today was.... real. I told him I had never heard a sermon that pretty much covered the message of the Bible from front to back, that is until today.

His message today made me stop and reflect about my own separation from God. I have times of detachment and disconnection from God. Times when I just feel distanced from Him. I ask myself, "What is it that is keeping me from Him?" But I think the more appropriate question is, "What isn't?"

Too often I look at myself and measure against the standard of other people. If I stay just a step ahead of others, if I attend a little more, if I teach one more class than they do, if I talk a little more spiritually, then I'm on a different plane of righteousness. A higher one.

It's easy to fulfill the law when it's my own law. As long as I'm writing the commandments, they're a breeze.

But when I compare myself to God and His standard, then I'm "wretched, poor, blind, and miserable."

I separate myself from God by living the life I think I deserve. I make the choices that follow my plan, I take the roads that lead where I want to go. I define my own abundant life.

I separate myself from God by sin. Those tired, old patterns that have tripped me up for years, and though I despise them and the pride that begat them, if I truly hated them I would turn away from them.

"You will do well to make your confession before God very frank, very sincere, very explicit. Surely you have nothing to hide, for there is nothing that you can hide. He knows your guilt already, but He would have you know it, and therefore, He bids you confess it. If you will condemn yourself, God will acquit you."

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Finally, I feel happy today. No amazing, earth-shattering reason, I just had a good day with people. I talked alot and laughed alot. I made a complete idiot of myself in front of Benji's mom, un-intentionally, of course. In short, she got a butt-wiggling, booty-shaking show from me while I was making fun of Virginia (no tip, either). I caught up with Vanessa, who I'm glad is feeling better and seeing God in her circumstances. I spent time in the sunshine and washed my truck, which always makes me feel good. And I'm fired up about our JGen bonfire this weekend (no pun intended), just because it'll be fun, and there'll be S'Mores!!!

Yep. Good day.

Happy Monday.

If this ticks you off, well, sorry.

Spanky with an earring ...(and a freakishly long left ear lobe).

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I know that we don't really deal with "what-if's" here in Christianland, but my mind went a-drifting on me today. I couldn't help but think about how the Bible might read a little differently.

What if Noah had said, "Are you kidding me??? I don't have time to build a boat. The family's always demanding my attention, my career is really taking off, and besides, it never rains anyway. Sorry. I'm out."

What if Abraham had said, "Yeah, right. Whatever. I'm not going to Egypt. The property taxes are too high, the new Pharaoh is too liberal, and even if I did, there's no way I'm gonna turn around and walk all the way back to Canaan. Oh! And another thing, if You think I'm walking three days just to kill my son, You've lost your ever-lovin' mind."

What if Jacob had said, "Thanks for the workout and the nickname, but I've got alot going on right now. I'm not really interested in fathering a great nation."

What if Joseph had said, "They made fun of me, threw me in a hole, and sold me on the black market. Let 'em rot for all I care. I've got it made."

What if Moses had said, "A bush?!? I'm talking to a bush. And it's on fire. I must be losin' it. Think I'll go back to the tent and take a Tylenol. Besides, I don't even feel like delivering the mail, much less half a million people."

What if Rahab had said, "Psst! Hey, you. Soldier boy. Check the roof. And be sure to come back on payday."

What if Samson had said, "That Delilah's pretty hot. Think I'll get a buzzcut and settle down with her. My arms are tired."

What if Samuel had said, "Anybody here named David? No? Okay, then. Eliab, I guess you'll do."

What if Solomon had said, "I want a big house, lots of wives, and a bunch of money. Oh! And about a thousand pre-nups."

What if Esther had said, "You want me to what??? I don't think so!! He gets really cranky when you do that."

What if Job had said, "Thanks for nothing, God. I'm done with You."

What if Isaiah had said, "There he is, Lord. Send him."

What if Daniel had said, "Sure. I'll play along. Anything to keep me away from the lions. They're frikkin' huge!"

What if Jonah had said, "(cough, cough) Whew! That was close! Now if I hurry, I can still make the 4:10 to Tarshish."

What if Matthew had said, "Dude, it's like April. This is my busy season. And with all the revisions to the tax laws, I'm swamped."

What if Peter had said, "No thanks. They're biting really good today."

What if James and John had said, "The economy's in the crapper. I can't just up and be changing jobs right now. I've got a retirement to think of. Besides, we've got about a gazillion more nets to go."

What if? If all these great followers of God that we hold up as heroes had thought of their own lives, their desires for life, their dreams and wishes, how different would things be? If selfishness had made their decisions, what would be different?

I think nothing. Nothing but the names in the stories.

God has a plan and man will not thwart it. But think of the opportunities they would have missed. Think for a moment how their lives would have been different if they had said, "No."

How many opportunities do we miss out on because we stop to think of what we want and how it will screw up our plans? When God calls on us, will we obey, and be a part of something amazing that He is doing? Or will we choose to hang on to our pre-determined and self-scripted lives; the lives we think we deserve?

What if Jesus had said, "Hellooo! Son of God here! If you think I'm going down there in all that mess and dying for a bunch of people that hate Us already, then You're crazy. Let them all rot in Hell. That's the least they deserve. They're just going to do what they want and slap My Name on it, anyway."

Then everything would be different.

It's Friday!!! And 80 degrees!

This is a test to see how mobile blogging works. I may not use it much but for those moments of inspiration during the workday, at least I have the capability to bless your days with wisdom.

Enjoy. :)

Ο Κύριος ο Θεός είναι ένας ήλιος και ασπίδα

You'll just have to come up with your own caption for this one. I'm laughing too hard. But I keep remembering that scene from Dumb and Dumber where Harry has to run to the bathroom.

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For the Lord God is a sun and shield;

the Lord bestows favor and honor.

No good thing does He withhold

from those who walk uprightly.

O Lord of hosts,

blessed is the one who trusts in you! --Psalm 84:11,12

This is one of those "tough times" verses. It's the kind of thing you need to hear when all is dark and it seems like everything and everyone is against you. Sun and shield; light and protection.

One commentary I read says this, which I like:

"This is the person who finds God to be a sun and shield (He gives the light of life and protection), upon whom the Lord bestows favor and honor (such a person will not trust in these or turn them into a source of pride). Those who walk uprightly are those whose faith is genuine, which leads to a life that aims at doing God's will; no good thing does God withhold from them, because they are living in His light."

Living in His light. "Turning on the light," as Grand High Potentate Fowler puts it, is the moment of revelation when we see and face the things we've been hiding from and running from. Those things that we have been denying are there because we're afraid of them. Or we lack the courage to take the necessary steps to get rid of them. What happens after the light is on? That can't be the end, or we'd be right back in the dark very quickly.

So we turn on the light. Then we live in the light. We live transparently. Our lives should be a reflection of Him, anyway, so when we live our lives transparently, no one sees us. They see God. We walk uprightly, which means blameless, whole and complete in Hebrew. I don't know about you but whole and complete are pretty appealing to me.

And God withholds nothing good from them. What God deems good is much, much better than anything good I can think of. And believe me, I can think of some pretty good goods. But He pours it out on the upright, and bestows favor and honor. Those are two things that the world can never, ever give us.

But where it starts is where this passage ends. It "opens at the close," (Golden Snitch reference of the day). Sorry. (Back on track, Carver)

The one who trusts in the Lord is blessed. It begins with trusting Him. It begins with surrender, with dying. Just as it was with Jesus, and as it is with salvation, and all things in our walk with God, real life begins with death.

Happy Wednesday, vous du beau monde!

Oh! I almost forgot. The title is "The Lord God is a sun and shield" in Greek. You people really don't know how smart I am.

God uses children

Oh, I'm gonna pay for this one. But sometimes you just can't resist.

Big hair and a naked baby, all that's missing is a tube top and it's "Wal-Mart, here we come!"

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I need to give some props to two of our very young ones tonight. They'll probably never see this but you guys will and that means something.

This morning, I had the "pleasure" of speaking in Can-Do Club for Prayz Dayz. I was asked to speak for about fifteen minutes about forgiveness. No big deal, really, except that trying talk about forgiveness to fifth graders and below is a daunting task.

So I was tore up nervous. I don't have a problem speaking to people, especially about God. I've taught all sorts of classes, delivered "sermons" (they aren't really sermons if you aren't ordained, right?), and spoken at my father's and grandfather's funerals. But the thought of facing down these children had me quivering.

After Sunday School, I made the torturously long trek down the third floor hallway, still wishing for a fire drill or something to get me off the hook. When I got near the Can-Do room, all the kids were queued up outside. All of a sudden, Bennett and Charlie break from the herd and come running, full out, toward me.

"Uncle Chip! Uncle Chip!" was all I could hear as the two boys each grabbed a thigh and squeezed my legs so tight I thought I would drop. I looked down into their smiling faces and the nerves broke. All my apprehension faded away and for the rest of the service, things went swimmingly.

Thanks, God, for suffering the little children to come unto me.

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And now, I am going to fuss about the frustrations of moving. It's exciting but also quite a chore. I'm in the process of sifting through ten years of crap; crap being clothes, papers, pictures, dishes, and on and on and on.

I'm not a messy person but right now I feel like it.

I'm trying to get rid of the junk. The less crap I have, the less crap I have to move.

So those screams you hear are mine.

If I have any wonderful, dear, dedicated friends who have free evening time to help me rifle through my life, do call.

Ġesù inti tant iħobb.

Movin' on

I'm really happy so I'm taking a break from the wisecracks tonight, but just long enough to say that this may be the single best picture ever taken. Ever. Not just by me but anyone, anywhere, ever. But I'm not one to brag. It's not the photographer, it's the subjects. If you know Virginia, Sarah, and Heather then you know that this photo has captured them perfectly. I can't look at this picture without smiling back at them. Well done, gals.

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I'm very excited right now. I have a little something going on that screams, "God did it! God did it!" This might sound crazy to most people but to me it's amazing. So, here you go.

It's my house. I sold it. More precisely, Ryan sold it, and pretty much without having to try. I guess he's a natural.

Several months ago, my sister was renting a house. When we moved her in, I noticed how much nicer the house was than mine and said, casually, that if I had known it was available I would have taken it and put mine up for sale. I've been in my house for nine years now. When I moved in it was with the intention of staying no more than ten years. How about that?

So, a few months later, my sister moved out of the rental house and no more thought was given to it. Until Ryan said something to me one day about a friend of his whose mother-in-law was wanting a small place near John Sevier Highway, blah, blah, blah. I said something like, "Yeah, it would be nice to sell mine but I'm not ready to take such a risk with the economy how it is." End of story.

Nope. Ryan apparently wasn't happy with my response because he kind of stayed on me about it until I eventually agreed to let him show the house thinking, "What the heck. It couldn't hurt." So we worked up a time and I spent late nights and countless amounts of energy over the course of a week to get the place presentable. I left one Saturday for a few hours and gave Ryan the keys and a good luck wish.

All this time I was thinking that no one would want this place for what I needed to get out of it. But if they did, man, that would be awesome. I could get mostly out of debt, move into a nicer place for less money, have a place to entertain (it's got an awesome back deck that's covered), and save money for a while then look for a new place. Mostly, I am just ready to take a step. Make some forward progress. That's one of those spiritual/emotional things but, at my age, forward movement and a sense of accomplishment are important. Ah yes, wish and want.

Those of you who have been to my house know that it's no Biltmore. It's small, old, dumpy, and fraught with issues. So I'm sure you can agree that selling it would be a chore. Unless, of course, you know Ryan Thomas and God.

So Ryan shows the house and then calls me.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Nothing much." What do you think is up? I'm on pins and needles here.

"I sold it."

"Ex-squeeze me?"

"I sold your house."

"You're sh#**#%g me."

"Nope. They walked in the front door and loved it. The color's what did it."

The color. The prospective buyers liked the color. The color of the house of a color-blind guy who picked out the color by himself. Anybody else seeing a great, big God here?

I don't want to sound too Joel Osteen-ish here, but I'm beginning to think I'm not the only one who wants me to sell my house.

So the deal is under way. It's not done yet, we haven't even set a closing date. But it's never too early to be amazed by God. Whether or not it goes through is not what's important. Sometimes the important thing is just the feeling you get when you realize that God truly is looking out for you.

Happy Friday, kids!