Wednesday, September 19, 2012

tick, tick, tick,,,


Tick, tick, tick, the clock continues to tick - for some of us it probably seems that it’s ticking down faster than for others.  I guess sooner than later time will reach its destination and come to a sudden halt.   Sorry to break the news to you Skippy, but someday there simply will be no more “ticking.”   

A bleak beginning to a journal entry, huh?

Life is short is what we’ve been told –  Life is hard most of us have come to believe, and most certainly Life is full of surprises.  Heck, we’ve even been told Life is like a box of chocolates, of all things.  Life can be broken down where we come to understand that we are blessed each day with 1,440 minutes just as was Albert Einstein, Aristotle, Abraham Lincoln, Moses, Mother Teresa, and even Thomas Edison. 

1,440 minutes per day – yet we declare so often that there just isn’t enough time to get done all the things we say that we want to get accomplished.   I don’t know, but maybe some of us are just looking for an excuse sometimes.  

Have you ever awakened in the morning and asked yourself – How in the world am I going to get done all of the things that I need to do today?   Do you ever feel run down, and exhausted from all of the busyness that your life has taken on?   Are you simply trying to hang in there some days when your energy level has all but diminished?   Maybe I’m wrong, but I suspect that we’ve all had those times.  No, I’m not trying to pitch you a new vitamin, or energy drink - I’m simply making a point here.

Tick, tick, tick - it’s still ticking at a pace of 86,400 ticks per day.  

If pressed to, could you answer the following questions right here - right now?    What is your immediate set of goals for your life?  What are you mid-range goals?   What are your long-term goals?   

I’m not just talking about your financial situation, your education plans, or your career path – I’m talking about your purpose in life.   To ask the question more precise “What is your game-plan to position yourself better so that your life more closely mirrors the life that Jesus lived?”

Now that’s a tough question simply because many of us live each day by the seat of our pants.   We face each situation and circumstance as if it was an unexpected occurrence, and we wonder where all of our time and energy goes each day.  We have absolutely no game-plan in place - merely a destination in mind.
Pastor Ron Stewart www.GraceBC.org (at a missionary conference) one weekend stated “For the salt to be effective it must first leave the saltshaker.”     Simple truth!  He went on to point out a sad, but a very truthful fact that,  its easy for people to get caught up in their own particular ‘ministry’ or in this function, or in that church program, yet never actively get involved with true evangelism.  

Speaking of Thomas Edison, I read somewhere years ago that it took him years before he came up with a successful version of the light bulb.  When Thomas Edison was interviewed by a young reporter during the process who boldly asked Mr. Edison if he felt like a failure and if he thought he should just give up by now. Perplexed, Edison replied, "Young man, why would I feel like a failure? And why would I ever give up? I now know definitively over 9,000 ways that an electric light bulb will not work. Success is almost in my grasp." And shortly after that, and over 10,000 attempts, Edison invented the light bulb.      Talk about perseverance!  Can you imagine the frustration level he must have experienced after, let’s say 9,950 failures?   All too often we find ourselves subject to giving up after a time or two of getting knocked to the ground – much less after 7,268 times.

Here’s my definition of “perseverance”: to use all of the 1,440 minutes per day in one fashion or another in a manner in which to achieve our objectives regardless of the obstacles, and then tomorrow get out of bed and do it all over again.

I sat in on a leadership class a few years ago where the main focus of the final exercise was designed to help us recognize various qualities of a true leader.  The last half-hour of the class was spent this way.   The session leader drew a center line down the blank page sitting on the easel and at the top he wrote LION on one side and LAMB on the other.  Then the instructor began showing photographs of well known leaders and asked the class to vocally respond with their opinion as to which category each leader fit in.    President Bush (the dad one) immediately went into the Lamb column and Bill Gates under the Lion heading.  Hitler was an obvious choice, as well as was Gandhi.  This went on for about fifteen minutes and then the final photo was offered up - that of Mother Teresa, and without objection she was placed along side the names of those that had been seen as having a “Lamb’s” approach to getting others to follow their lead.     

The teacher concluded his comments and then began to dismiss the class, yet he stopped just short of saying good-bye.   He turned to the board again (scratched his head) and asked the class, “Are you sure that Mother Teresa is in the right category?”   Many of us stared at the photograph of this wrinkled and worn out slice of human frailty which had been on the projection screen for nearly twenty minutes now, and we stood firm with our conclusion that she was indeed a “Lamb”- styled leader.  Then the instructor pulled out a piece of folded paper from his pocket and started listing all of her accomplishments.

He explained to us at the time of her death she held a seat on more than a hundred Board of Directors committees for some of the largest organizations in the world.     He told us how she either met with or conversed with the highest ranking leaders of the world on a weekly basis and that she never let them wrangle their way away from her presence until they heard her opinion on a vast array of issues such as abortion, world hunger, etc..  It seems that they greatly respected her opinion of how “things” should be done since apparently she had a very forceful and fearless way of expressing her expectations for each of them. 

He then gave us the statistics that showed her Missionaries of Charity had over 600 sites throughout the world.  How she took in more than ($100,000,000.00) One hundred million dollars in donations per year from the wealthiest and the most influential people of the world just to feed and clothe the poor and outcast of our societies. He also told us how she orchestrated a work force of over 300,000 volunteers to help her meet her objectives in 123 countries.    He finished up by explaining that she had worked and prayed tirelessly (for more than fifty years) 16-20 hours a day right up until her death - all because of her fierce determination to make a difference in the lives of those around her, as she believed God had called her to do.  She was relentless – hard working, a force to be reckoned with by all level of dignitaries and world leaders.   But all that was disguised quite nicely in her wrinkled face, blue dress, and nun’s habit. 

He paused (as the class was in absolute silence) and then asked a show of hands of how many of us now believed that she should be moved over to the list of Lions - it was unanimous.   This was an important lesson for all of us, not only in misperceptions but also in personal performance, perseverance, as well as objectives, and game-planning. 

1,440 minutes a day - just like it was when Jesus walked among us while he healed the sick, raised the dead, taught through the use of parables, and putting into place the plan for our salvation – all in 1,440 minutes a day.  Yet we say that there just isn’t enough time in a day. 

Mother Teresa and Thomas Edison – what a pair huh?   Both very successful through hard work and perseverance, and we all benefit greatly from each of their respective efforts, but here’s the bottom line in all of this.   The Bible teaches us that faith without any works is an unmeasured faith, but I also take that to mean that works without any evidence of faith is less than acceptable as well. 

Thomas Edison lived a life consumed of great works for the betterment of mankind, but he died not believing in God or the power of the cross.    Mother Teresa simply did everything she did to demonstrate that the saving grace of Jesus Christ was available to all.  Faith plus works leads to a true and life changing evangelism that Christ called each of us to.

My favorite quote by Mother Teresa comes from an item that she supposedly hung in her office herself, and it reads;

   “Tell them we are not here for work, we are here for Jesus.”




Can you hear that?        tick, tick, tick…..                                                           

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

CHAPTER 1 FROM MY BOOK - "A VIEW FROM THE FENCE"



more than a song -2007


                                              “more than a song”



Each day for some time now, I start my workday (after getting this box cranked up) with my playlist headliner, Michael W. Smith’s The Heart of Worship.   What a great song to help get focused on my purpose in life while at work – to worship and praise God in all of my thoughts, words, and actions.  Trust me I need all of the help that I can get!  I feel like I’m cheating on a test each day, because I listen to Christian music almost 24/7.  I know there aren’t a lot of folks that have that opportunity, and I truly appreciate what God has given me.  I also know that He has placed me in this position because of my weaknesses, and He understands my needs much better than I do.  

The lyrics that I like most from this song are, “I’ll bring you more than a song, for a song in itself is not what you have required - you search much deeper within - through the way things appear - your looking into my heart - I’m coming back to the heart of worship, and its all about you, its all about you Jesus - I’m sorry Lord, for the thing that I’ve made it!   It’s all about you, its all about you Jesus.”

What insightfulness for a songwriter to admit that “songs” are not what Jesus asks of us!  It’s much more, so much more than just our praises.  The same for a pastor to proclaim that sermons are not the purpose of his Christianity, or a writer to acknowledge that the words may come from God, yet the purpose in our lives, as His people is so much greater than the pen can capture.   And it’s with that thought in mind that I break from the norm today, and share more than my words.  As you guys know, I’ve been sharing “my personal journal entries” each week at this time, yet today I want to extend to you something from someone else’s life, which I don’t posses the words to express properly. 

The following story was shared in a sermon given by Dr. Rick Blackwood, Senior Pastor at Christ Fellowship in Pametto Bay, Fla. several years ago.   The story is of a father’s love, pain, anguish, and most certainly a father’s hope.   I in turn, hope that somehow, in some small way it finds a purpose in your own life today, as we share our Christianity with each other.  If you’re a parent, you’ll understand even more so the emotional state from where this letter was written.

  Pastor Rick began by reading a tribute that a father had written after losing his young daughter to Death, and it goes as follows  “My dear Bristol, before you were born, I prayed for you.  In my heart I knew that you would be a little angel, and so you were.   When you were born on my birthday, it was evident that you were a special gift from the Lord.  But how profound a gift you turned out to be!   More than a beautiful bundle of gurgles and rosy cheeks, more than the first-born of my flesh, a joy unspeakable, you showed me God’s love more than anything else in all creation.  Bristol, you taught me how to love.”

                       “I certainly loved you when you were cuddly and cute, when you rolled over, sat up and jabbered your first words.  I loved you when the searing pain of realization took hold that something was wrong; that maybe you were not developing as quickly as your peers, and then when we understood it was more serious than that.  I loved you when we went from hospital, to clinic, to doctor, looking for a medical diagnosis that would bring some hope.  And, of course, we always prayed for you, and prayed, prayed.”

                    “I loved you when one of the tests resulted in too much spinal fluid being drawn from your body - and you screamed.  I loved you when you when you moaned and cried; and when your mom and I, and your sisters would drive for hours late at night, to help you fall asleep.  I loved you with tears in my eyes when, confused, you would bite your fingers, or your lip by accident.  I loved you when your eyes crossed, and then went blind.”

                    “I most certainly loved you when you could no longer speak, but how profoundly I missed your voice!  I loved you when your scoliosis started wrenching your body like a pretzel, when they put a tube in your stomach so you could eat because you were choking on your food, which we fed you, one spoonful at a time - up to two hours per meal.    Bristol, I even loved you when you could not say the one thing in life that I longed to hear back – “Daddy, I love you”.    Bristol, I loved you when I was close to God, and when he seemed far away, when I was full of faith, and also when I was angry at Him.”

                    “The reason I loved you, my Bristol, in spite of these difficulties is that God put this love in my heart.  This is the wondrous nature of God’s love, that He loves us even when we are blind, deaf, or twisted – in body or in spirit.  God loves us even when we can’t tell Him we love Him back.    My dear Bristol, now you are free!  I look forward to that day, according to God’s promises, when we will be joined together with you - with the Lord, completely whole and full of joy.  I’m so happy that you have your crown first.  We will follow you someday- in His time.”  


      “I’m sorry Lord, for the thing that I have made it! 

I bring you more than a song God, because you deserve so much more - for loving me through all of my spiritual deficiencies, deformities, blindness, and especially through those times that I forget to, or simply refuse to tell you - Daddy, I love you



Please remember to see all children as what they truly are - a blessing from God.  With His love that will sufficiently carry us for another week, your brother in Christ, Doug