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God

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

Scripture begins with the ten words [in the English language]. Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

This is the bedrock of the Bible. Genesis 1:1 encompasses the totality of Truth. If this verse is true, everything in the rest of the Bible is plausible and logically consistent.

I love it! What a great statement of faith! This quote came from a book called, 100 Bible Verses Everyone Should Know by Heart.

Timing

Monday, June 8th, 2009

We are so glad summer is here. Everyone wants to stay up late, get up late and go to the pool.

Last summer we we noticed something peculiar about our pool visits and it eerily occurred again this year. Upon arrival we sign in, find a spot to stack our stuff, don goggles and other pool gear then jump in. However, before we can get acclimated to the water the whistle blows and it is time for a life guard break! What is crazy is that the breaks occur at 10 till the top of the hour and like clock work we seem to arrive at 20 till.  This seems to happen 9 out of 10 visits!

Now, I guess we’ll have to plan better or just wait to leave for the pool more strategically. Sometimes that is life; the timing is unexplainable. Things happen and plans change so then you deal with it from that point on. You might try to find God’s sense of timing in it. There several Greek words for time used in the Bible. Two of them are: chronos and kairos. Chronos refers to time in a more general way while kairos refers to a specific period of time. Maybe God has something specific for us/you at a specific time… What is God up to in your life? your family’s life? Do you find yourself in circumstances that seem a little out of the ordinary or with a sense of timing that grabs your attention. Explore it.

I will be thinking differently now before and during my swim.

Uh-oh

Wednesday, February 18th, 2009

I  was driving to work or back home or somewhere important like that and for some reason I glanced at my windshield stickers. I checked the oil change, good to go. Then, I saw the inspection sticker, uh-oh! It had a big 1 and 09 on it and it was already 2/09.

For some reason I didn’t have time or didn’t make the time for about 2 days and that was all I could take. Every time I got on the road I found myself looking left and right, checking my mirrors and looking around at stop lights for a constable. I deliberately did everything right for those few days…complete stops at stop signs, followed the speed limit to the mph (even in school zones), signaled every lane change and had my seat belt buckled before the wheels touched a street. The dread that I felt when I saw a constable hundreds of yards away was incredibly heavy and foreboding. I even chose routes that I thought would take me on streets least likely to encounter the authority. I felt a little “safer” during the dark hours but that’s not saying much.

One afternoon I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw the silhouette of lights on the roof of a cruiser and my shoulders immediately tensed up. I maintained the 35mph of the zone and stopped at the stop sign as he rolled up behind me. (A bead of sweat dripped down my forehead, I’m sure.) Pulling away I stuck the needle on 35mph again drove the mile to my turn and glanced back…whew, he went straight.

When I finally got the inspection done and sticker on, i found freedom again. I actually re-enjoyed driving. Since then, I’ve been looking for extra errands to run. I still observe stop signs and maintain the appropriate speeds but now there is no need to look over my shoulder or check my surroundings. Freedom.

Doing the right thing has its privileges and freedom is one of them. Aren’t we all looking for that sense of freedom? It is different from the thought that says we are free to do whatever we want and whatever feels good. God set up some rules and limits, and He “says” righteousness remains the most freeing. Then, you also won’t have to dread it when you see God coming. Within those “posted signs” joy can be found, no sneaking around.

Hummingbirds and hurricanes

Sunday, September 28th, 2008

One of the things I forgot to secure before the hurricane was our hummingbird feeder on the back porch. When we finally got up to watch the howling winds I looked out the back door and there it was swinging back and forth.

Would you believe that Saturday afternoon there were hummingbirds dropping by for a drink!?! Where do they go to wait out a hurricane? What is the safest place in their “house?”

It brought to mind the sovereignty of God and verses about His care of birds of the air and us, Matthew 6:25-27. What a truth to rest in and know that He find such value in you and me.

Rescuing

Thursday, August 14th, 2008

I’ve had a couple of days this summer where I actually was a rescuer and it made me think about a couple of things. One day it was a hummingbird in our garage that couldn’t seem to get out even with the door up. We would try to “push” it out with our presence but it just kept bumping its head against the ceiling and flutter around. It wouldn’t rest either. The temps outside and humidity keep the heat index near triple digits so I knew it needed to get out. So, I grabbed a long landing net and finally it landed on the net long enough for me to walk out into the yard. The kids got to look at it up close for a couple of minutes as it rested and then it was off.

Next it was a toad. Somehow it had hopped into a backpack that was on the garage floor and was kind of freaking us out  with the rustling sound because we weren’t sure what it was until we could see it. A quick capture and release into the flowerbed and all is right in his world.

Lastly, was a anole or what we call a chameleon lizard. This one was in bad shape. Again he was in the garage (not sure I want to know what may be next) and the heat was incredible. I found him on a shelf and could not tell if he was alive. His skin was a sickly black and gray color instead of its usual vibrant green and its legs were sprawled out unnaturally. I touched him and he barely moved. When I picked him up he squirmed a short little protest. I took him outside and began to run some water from the hose. When it was cool to the touch I dripped a little on him and set him on a branch. He clung to it with all of its strength it seemed. I caught a little more water in my palm and gently poured it on him. He slightly opened his mouth and I guess his body temperature and health came back because he crawled up the crepe myrtle out of sight.

Then, I remember feeling a little hurt. Not one of those animals thanked me! Of course they couldn’t, they don’t talk (maybe the hummingbird winked but I couldn’t see its other eye). Obviously, I thought of our unique relationship with our Creator. We can talk and communicate on such a deep level. Beyond that, He is the ultimate Rescuer and what is my response? Do I just go on with life, whatever/wherever I want or do I respond in a daily, moment by moment life of gratitude? That’s where I want to be and if I’m ever stuck in a spot I can’t get out of, banging my head against the ceiling I want to know God is there and trust that He can rescue me.

Um…where did I park?

Monday, May 5th, 2008

As I was completing my hospital visits the other day I found myself staring at the numbers in the elevator wondering what level of the parking garage I parked on. There were almost a dozen choices in as many colors and I couldn’t remember a thing. Do I go with a color that looks good or a number that sounds good?

I used to think that forgetting where one parked was evidence of a senior moment but what now, I’m not 40 (at least not for a few more months)!

So, mentally I backtracked and came up with a color/number combination that seemed like a good starting place. As soon as I stepped off the elevator I recognized an out of state license plate of a nearby car that stood out like a landmark for some reason and there across the aisle was my vehicle.

I guess I’m still such a kid because I ask “why” a lot. So there in that moment I asked myself “why didn’t I remember what level I parked on.” I didn’t like my answer because it meant that I had been too task focused, get out make the visit and get back to the office. It also made me wonder what else did I/do I miss when I get so focused on just getting done and through something that I forget the things of life.  Life is full of incidentals, spontaneous moments and interruptions that should remind us of the real Life. Often it is not the task but the journey that transforms us.

That answer also means I’ve got a little more life left in me yet, too!