I love holidays, especially Thanksgiving and Christmas. When I was a kid, it was easy to understand why I loved Christmas. I was an only child for nearly 14 years (until my FANTASTIC sister was born). I was the center of attention and Santa loved giving me presents! But Thanksgiving was always just as important to me and I didn't understand why.
I think I'm beginning to understand. It's people! I am really enjoying being around family and friends at this point in my life. I went through a period where I preferred to be alone but I am sensing a change in me and it feels very familiar.
When I was a kid, I loved being in the center of it, whatever it was. I wasn't the ringleader, necessarily, or the main attraction. I was reserved and measured, to be certain, but I didn't want to be left out of anything. That carried over into my teens and I grew up with a group of friends that really did know how to enjoy being in one another's company. I miss you guys and wish we could reconnect more often!
As I became a young adult, though, I felt less of a desire to be involved. After college, I think, I became a solo person. I had one or two people that I worked with that were very important to me, but we rarely if ever did anything outside of work activities. Even after getting married, I really didn't connect with the folks that we socialized with and I didn't have too many friends and even fewer buddies. I didn't realize how much I was missing that until I recently began to "venture out" again.
Everyone needs to have a gang of friends. It's not necessarily the guys that you go out and party with. I know I'm too old for very much of that! It's the friends that you can go out and be REAL with. I'm not downplaying family at all, but you need friends just as much. You need to have folks around you that love you for you and not just because of blood relations. I've had some great times with my friends this year. I look forward to all that we'll experience next year.
Family is important, though, as long as they are genuine relationships. We all need members of the family that you can just sit and talk to, without all the pressure and stress of "family junk" that usually comes along with the holidays. I think I'm lucky in this category. I love spending time with our families and it's one of the main reasons why I'm really enjoying these special times again. We can spend moments of time really experiencing one another and appreciating what we love about each other.
My Christmas wish for anyone reading this is a simple one. I hope you take the time to stop, sit down, relax, and share this time with folks who are special to you. Don't just tell people THAT you love them, tell them WHY you love them. It could be one of the best Christmas gifts you give this year.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
It was FOGGY in Jackson today!
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
The Fair Starts Tomorrow!
I think one of the fondest collective memories of my childhood was going to the Mississippi State Fair each year. I can remember coming around the bend of I-55 North and seeing my first glimpse of the Farris Wheel. What a thrill! Neon lights bouncing off the gloriously hideous orange and yellow of the Coliseum. I could practically hear the carnies yelling, "See the world's smallest woman!" or "She speaks, she sings, she crawls on her belly like a reptile! It's Snake Woman!" In mere moments, I'd be going 500 miles per hour in the Matterhorn and the Rock and Roll Express or eating my weight in footlong corndogs and onion rings.
It seems like every trip to the Fair included my best friend, John. When we were little, we would spin ourselves (and my Dad) sick on the rides. When we were 10 or 11, John provided expert advice on which cheap piece of brass jewelry I should get the girl I was "dating" at the time. I want to apologize to the many wonderful young ladies I knew at Carver Elementary and Jr. High School. Each of you meant much more to me than the tarnished trinket I gave you. It was a gift from my heart, though!
In our teen years, John was the best double date pal around. He was nearly a year older so he could drive long before any of our friends. A non-chaperoned ride to the Fair or anywhere else was a big reason I had any dates at all when I was 14! He always had a cool car too. It was either the Chrysler with the sunroof or the Jaguar. Thank goodness his sister's GMC Pacer burned to the ground before John was able to drive. Can you imagine trying to pick up chicks in a fish bowl?!
My daughters are very excited about going to the Fair again this year. They've asked me to drive by the Fairgrounds each morning so they can watch it being built. Every time we make the crest on the Pearl Street bridge, I feel a little twinge of excitement in my stomach. The air seems a little cooler this week and, from my building, I can see the Farris Wheel standing high above the hundreds of workers hurriedly building their city of lights.
It's true what they say. You can't go back and relive your youth. But you can sure enjoy the faint memories from time to time.
"Step right up and test your arm, son! Knock over these bottles and you could win this beautiful charm bracelet for your girl back home. It's only one dollar!"
It seems like every trip to the Fair included my best friend, John. When we were little, we would spin ourselves (and my Dad) sick on the rides. When we were 10 or 11, John provided expert advice on which cheap piece of brass jewelry I should get the girl I was "dating" at the time. I want to apologize to the many wonderful young ladies I knew at Carver Elementary and Jr. High School. Each of you meant much more to me than the tarnished trinket I gave you. It was a gift from my heart, though!
In our teen years, John was the best double date pal around. He was nearly a year older so he could drive long before any of our friends. A non-chaperoned ride to the Fair or anywhere else was a big reason I had any dates at all when I was 14! He always had a cool car too. It was either the Chrysler with the sunroof or the Jaguar. Thank goodness his sister's GMC Pacer burned to the ground before John was able to drive. Can you imagine trying to pick up chicks in a fish bowl?!
My daughters are very excited about going to the Fair again this year. They've asked me to drive by the Fairgrounds each morning so they can watch it being built. Every time we make the crest on the Pearl Street bridge, I feel a little twinge of excitement in my stomach. The air seems a little cooler this week and, from my building, I can see the Farris Wheel standing high above the hundreds of workers hurriedly building their city of lights.
It's true what they say. You can't go back and relive your youth. But you can sure enjoy the faint memories from time to time.
"Step right up and test your arm, son! Knock over these bottles and you could win this beautiful charm bracelet for your girl back home. It's only one dollar!"
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
A Parent's Example
I have encountered one of the members of the staff at our church, Tom Elkin, in several different ways over the last few months. It's been good to get to visit with him in the halls of the church. He also preached on Wednesday nights during the summer and taught our Sunday School class during the same period of time.
Although his topics were varied, I continued to hear a theme throughout the lessons. “Parents, teach you children responsibility by allowing them to understand and experience the consequences of life.” I know it’s not exactly what Tom was saying but it is certainly what my heart was hearing.
In that context, I was struck by a train of thought I had when I read an online devotional today. There were two scriptures that stood out to me:
"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another, even as I have loved you, that you also love one another.” – John 13:34
"Just as the Father has loved Me, I have also loved you; abide in My love.” – John 15:9
To follow the thought in reverse, Jesus learned to love us by experiencing the love of His Father and Jesus wants us learn to love each another by experiencing and emulating His love for us.
To be blunt, God’s love for Jesus was “tough love” in its highest form. Jesus was sent with the purpose of suffering the consequences of our sin in our place. Despite the fact that He was perfect and Holy and eternally beloved by His Father, He was “allowed” to experience the consequences of His life and purpose.
How painful it must have been for God to see His Son suffer. As a parent, I know that I could not have allowed one of my girls to suffer so much, even knowing the greater good that would result. That is the broken humanity in me. Yet, God’s strength stands as an example of how we should care for our children. We should love and cherish them so much that we are willing to allow them to experience the consequences of life and the results of their actions.
I don’t know that Tom will ever read this. If he does, I want him to know that the message is being heard and I’m reading it in the words of God’s Holy Scripture too. Thanks for the kick start, Tom.
Although his topics were varied, I continued to hear a theme throughout the lessons. “Parents, teach you children responsibility by allowing them to understand and experience the consequences of life.” I know it’s not exactly what Tom was saying but it is certainly what my heart was hearing.
In that context, I was struck by a train of thought I had when I read an online devotional today. There were two scriptures that stood out to me:
"A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another, even as I have loved you, that you also love one another.” – John 13:34
"Just as the Father has loved Me, I have also loved you; abide in My love.” – John 15:9
To follow the thought in reverse, Jesus learned to love us by experiencing the love of His Father and Jesus wants us learn to love each another by experiencing and emulating His love for us.
To be blunt, God’s love for Jesus was “tough love” in its highest form. Jesus was sent with the purpose of suffering the consequences of our sin in our place. Despite the fact that He was perfect and Holy and eternally beloved by His Father, He was “allowed” to experience the consequences of His life and purpose.
How painful it must have been for God to see His Son suffer. As a parent, I know that I could not have allowed one of my girls to suffer so much, even knowing the greater good that would result. That is the broken humanity in me. Yet, God’s strength stands as an example of how we should care for our children. We should love and cherish them so much that we are willing to allow them to experience the consequences of life and the results of their actions.
I don’t know that Tom will ever read this. If he does, I want him to know that the message is being heard and I’m reading it in the words of God’s Holy Scripture too. Thanks for the kick start, Tom.
Friday, September 4, 2009
This Weekend is Finally Here!
I am a proud fan of the Ole Miss Rebels. I say that with honesty and integrity and lacking any shame. However, as an Ole Miss fan, it has been a long while since I have looked forward to a college football season.
I guess we were excited about 2003, but there were so many unknowns. Yes, it was Eli's senior year but the cast around him had us wondering and guessing. We had done average the season before and there were some untested players stepping up to fill the voids of graduation. As it turned out, 2003 was a very exciting year, but we proved our hesitancy with losses to Memphis and Texas Tech.
But, in reality, it's been a long time since Ole Miss fans were this excited about a season. Last year's six game run to end the season was magical. The Cotton Bowl victory was as exciting a game as we've had in the last ten seasons. The players lining up to wear the red and blue are talented, confident, prepared, and anxious to go. So are the fans.
Ole Miss starts their season this Sunday against Memphis. The Tigers want the upset. The Rebels want the decisive win to kick off the season. The fans want their high expectations to be realized. We want that illusive trip to Atlanta for the SEC Championship game. We want to be the hunted and still succeed.
I've waited for the return of Ole Miss football since January 3. September 6 has been circled on my calendar for months. It's finally here and I can't wait!
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
"Building Blocks" on MPB Televison tonight at 9 p.m.
Please take the time to watch this really amazing documentary. "Building Blocks" tells the story of restoration for several historic properties on the Coast after Katrina. The stories are about properties but they're really about the people within the historic buildings.
http://www.gulflive.com/living/mississippipress/index.ssf?/base/news/125076332194510.xml&coll=5
http://www.gulflive.com/living/mississippipress/index.ssf?/base/news/125076332194510.xml&coll=5
Monday, August 17, 2009
Great Memories
Recently, I had the chance to visit the church where my wife and I got married. It is the church she grew up in and her family still attends. She was singing the offertory and we all went to worship together. I love that church. It has so many wonderful memories, most of which come from that special evening nearly 14 years ago. It's a simple sanctuary and it's a really good metaphor for marriage.
I've been in many different churches in my lifetime. Several have been my home church, but many more I saw during my days in college. As a member of the Millsaps Singers, we performed in dozens of churches throughout the Southeast and in several from other areas of the country. I've seen my share of sanctuaries... large and small... simple and ornate.
Covenant is a tall, A-frame sanctuary made almost entirely of long, copper-colored wood planks. It has a single pulpit, a beautifully simple alter table, and a tall ceiling that seems to reach to the sky. It has a backdrop wall that stands alone behind the alter and adds to the space of the room. It's so big but they don't feel the necessity to fill up the space with "stuff". When I worship there, it feels like a living, breathing thing. As time passes, the timbers that make up the walls/ceiling creak and moan with the wind and changes in temperature. The sounds are deep and penetrating. The choir loft is in the back of the sanctuary so it seems as though their sounds drop down from heaven. It's a wonderful experience.
Whenever I'm there, I think back to our wedding and reflect on our marriage. Life has not been easy over the last 14 years. ("Easy" is NEVER promised when it comes to marriage.) But it always does my heart and soul good to go back to Covenant. It reminds me of the beautiful (inside and out) woman I married. It also serves as a reminder that marriage is designed to be simple and honest, just like that church.
So many times, I have made my marriage much more complicated than God intended it to be. A place of worship needs nothing more than an alter on which to pray, a pulpit from which to read and preach the Gospel, and space for God's people to praise and worship Him. Everything else in a church is "stuff".
I've heaped on to my marriage so many needless expectations and limitations. They're just like the unnecessary statues, overly ornate woodwork, and all the other extras that we see in many churches today. I've piled this "stuff" onto to my wife and myself. Neither of us can live up to the unfair requirements.
Being in that place reminds me of the simple ideas of love, marriage, and commitment. On that evening back in 1995, I pledged to love, honor, and cherish. I promised God that I would care for my wife as I do myself. I vowed to care for her in the same way that Jesus cares for his people. And I committed myself to a beautiful person. I did so in the presence of God.
Those were simple promises. Yet, over time I've threatened them with doubt, harsh words, terrible behavior, simple-mindedness, and many other sinful acts. I've jeopardized my relationship with my wife by acting selfishly and pridefully. I've been quick to anger and slow to forgive. Unfortunately, I've neglected the vows I made.
However, every time I go back to Covenant, I am reminded of that wonderful day and our shared memories. It's almost like looking back at the photo album and feeling the excitement and joy all over again.
God created marriage as a way to honor Him. He gave me a partner to cherish and glorify. When I'm in that church, I find myself so inspired that I renew my commitments to my Lord and my wife. I renew my vow to be pleasing in His sight, both as a husband and a believer.
I've been in many different churches in my lifetime. Several have been my home church, but many more I saw during my days in college. As a member of the Millsaps Singers, we performed in dozens of churches throughout the Southeast and in several from other areas of the country. I've seen my share of sanctuaries... large and small... simple and ornate.
Covenant is a tall, A-frame sanctuary made almost entirely of long, copper-colored wood planks. It has a single pulpit, a beautifully simple alter table, and a tall ceiling that seems to reach to the sky. It has a backdrop wall that stands alone behind the alter and adds to the space of the room. It's so big but they don't feel the necessity to fill up the space with "stuff". When I worship there, it feels like a living, breathing thing. As time passes, the timbers that make up the walls/ceiling creak and moan with the wind and changes in temperature. The sounds are deep and penetrating. The choir loft is in the back of the sanctuary so it seems as though their sounds drop down from heaven. It's a wonderful experience.
Whenever I'm there, I think back to our wedding and reflect on our marriage. Life has not been easy over the last 14 years. ("Easy" is NEVER promised when it comes to marriage.) But it always does my heart and soul good to go back to Covenant. It reminds me of the beautiful (inside and out) woman I married. It also serves as a reminder that marriage is designed to be simple and honest, just like that church.
So many times, I have made my marriage much more complicated than God intended it to be. A place of worship needs nothing more than an alter on which to pray, a pulpit from which to read and preach the Gospel, and space for God's people to praise and worship Him. Everything else in a church is "stuff".
I've heaped on to my marriage so many needless expectations and limitations. They're just like the unnecessary statues, overly ornate woodwork, and all the other extras that we see in many churches today. I've piled this "stuff" onto to my wife and myself. Neither of us can live up to the unfair requirements.
Being in that place reminds me of the simple ideas of love, marriage, and commitment. On that evening back in 1995, I pledged to love, honor, and cherish. I promised God that I would care for my wife as I do myself. I vowed to care for her in the same way that Jesus cares for his people. And I committed myself to a beautiful person. I did so in the presence of God.
Those were simple promises. Yet, over time I've threatened them with doubt, harsh words, terrible behavior, simple-mindedness, and many other sinful acts. I've jeopardized my relationship with my wife by acting selfishly and pridefully. I've been quick to anger and slow to forgive. Unfortunately, I've neglected the vows I made.
However, every time I go back to Covenant, I am reminded of that wonderful day and our shared memories. It's almost like looking back at the photo album and feeling the excitement and joy all over again.
God created marriage as a way to honor Him. He gave me a partner to cherish and glorify. When I'm in that church, I find myself so inspired that I renew my commitments to my Lord and my wife. I renew my vow to be pleasing in His sight, both as a husband and a believer.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Put this on your To Do List for November
This is a great story about a good kid and a good family. It makes your heart warm to see people reach out to help one another.
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810088176/video/14881491
http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1810088176/video/14881491
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Rainy Days
I've loved rainy days for as long as I can remember. Not only are they nourishment to God's green Earth but they have sights, sounds, and smells that are so appealing to me.
Some of my first memories are of my Grandfather and I playing in the rain. Mom and I lived with them right after I was born so that Dad could work for Old Uncle Sam in the Marines for a few years. I can remember my Grandfather dressing me up in my slicker and rain boots and taking me out to the yard and street to splash in the puddles. He was a "hard scrabble" man and earned his reputation of being rough around the edges, but his laugh was intoxicating for his grandchildren. When we played in the rain, he was a kid like me. I think he was enjoying some of the childhood he was never allowed to have.
After Dad did his time under a crew cut, we moved to Raymond where I grew up in a house with a million windows. Mom and Dad designed it and Mom was claustrophobic. Therefore, we had big, beautiful picture windows everywhere and none of them had drapes. (We lived on nearly three acres so there was no worry of people "looking in" on us.) The house was a modified A-frame design which meant rooftop from ground to apex. More than half of the exterior seemed to be roofing shingles. It was like something you'd see on a ski slope but in the middle of Mississippi. It's no wonder my Dad loves to go skiing now. He lived in a ski chalet for nearly 20 years!
When the storms blew through the lovely berg of Raymond, our house was a symphony of sights and sounds. There is no sound like that of rain hitting a window. It has a rhythm and timbre that has always done my heart good. And with our walls also being part of our roof, it made some beautiful music throughout our home.
Summer storms are the best in the South. It really is like watching God's fireworks. And you could feel the electricity when you were outside playing and got caught in a thunderstorm. If there was a strike really close, you could taste it and that sensation stayed with you awhile. I use to take Mae (my sister) upstairs when she was little and we'd watch the storms come in from the northwest. We'd sit in the den and enjoy the show as the rain filled up the puddles in the backyard and the wind whipped the pecan trees with all its might.
My Dad and I hunted at Kings Flat Hunting Club in Jasper County. It was a great place to grow up and to learn how to hunt. It was serious hunting, but it was driven by the desire to be a family place. No alcohol, no renegade hunting, and plenty of music and great cooking. We had a simple, sturdy cabin that we lived in while we were there. We built it ourselves and it was good craftsmanship.
I really enjoyed hunting. It was a real experience and the deer were abundant in Jasper County so it was almost always exciting. But... there was no feeling like waking up at 4:30 a.m. and, upon hearing the rain on the tin roof of the cabin, rolling over and going back to sleep. The deer weren't going to be moving and the hunting could wait until after breakfast, at least. It was, without question, a gift from God.
In my former professional life, I was a baseball coach. It's a hectic world and I felt like I was always on the field doing something. If we weren't playing or practicing, we were grooming the diamond constantly, it seemed. It's a world that can wear you out if you don't take time to rest. But, when the rains came, we couldn't do much on the ball field. I fondly remember sitting in the dugout, watching the drops fall from the roof, and realizing that I have a great excuse to stop and take a breath.
Rainfall can be soothing. It can be cleansing. It can be healing. Throughout my live, a rainstorm has been an opportunity to be still and rest. It is a gift.
I love rainy days.
Some of my first memories are of my Grandfather and I playing in the rain. Mom and I lived with them right after I was born so that Dad could work for Old Uncle Sam in the Marines for a few years. I can remember my Grandfather dressing me up in my slicker and rain boots and taking me out to the yard and street to splash in the puddles. He was a "hard scrabble" man and earned his reputation of being rough around the edges, but his laugh was intoxicating for his grandchildren. When we played in the rain, he was a kid like me. I think he was enjoying some of the childhood he was never allowed to have.
After Dad did his time under a crew cut, we moved to Raymond where I grew up in a house with a million windows. Mom and Dad designed it and Mom was claustrophobic. Therefore, we had big, beautiful picture windows everywhere and none of them had drapes. (We lived on nearly three acres so there was no worry of people "looking in" on us.) The house was a modified A-frame design which meant rooftop from ground to apex. More than half of the exterior seemed to be roofing shingles. It was like something you'd see on a ski slope but in the middle of Mississippi. It's no wonder my Dad loves to go skiing now. He lived in a ski chalet for nearly 20 years!
When the storms blew through the lovely berg of Raymond, our house was a symphony of sights and sounds. There is no sound like that of rain hitting a window. It has a rhythm and timbre that has always done my heart good. And with our walls also being part of our roof, it made some beautiful music throughout our home.
Summer storms are the best in the South. It really is like watching God's fireworks. And you could feel the electricity when you were outside playing and got caught in a thunderstorm. If there was a strike really close, you could taste it and that sensation stayed with you awhile. I use to take Mae (my sister) upstairs when she was little and we'd watch the storms come in from the northwest. We'd sit in the den and enjoy the show as the rain filled up the puddles in the backyard and the wind whipped the pecan trees with all its might.
My Dad and I hunted at Kings Flat Hunting Club in Jasper County. It was a great place to grow up and to learn how to hunt. It was serious hunting, but it was driven by the desire to be a family place. No alcohol, no renegade hunting, and plenty of music and great cooking. We had a simple, sturdy cabin that we lived in while we were there. We built it ourselves and it was good craftsmanship.
I really enjoyed hunting. It was a real experience and the deer were abundant in Jasper County so it was almost always exciting. But... there was no feeling like waking up at 4:30 a.m. and, upon hearing the rain on the tin roof of the cabin, rolling over and going back to sleep. The deer weren't going to be moving and the hunting could wait until after breakfast, at least. It was, without question, a gift from God.
In my former professional life, I was a baseball coach. It's a hectic world and I felt like I was always on the field doing something. If we weren't playing or practicing, we were grooming the diamond constantly, it seemed. It's a world that can wear you out if you don't take time to rest. But, when the rains came, we couldn't do much on the ball field. I fondly remember sitting in the dugout, watching the drops fall from the roof, and realizing that I have a great excuse to stop and take a breath.
Rainfall can be soothing. It can be cleansing. It can be healing. Throughout my live, a rainstorm has been an opportunity to be still and rest. It is a gift.
I love rainy days.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Mega Voices of the Bible
I was reading Ecclesiastes 3 as a Bible reading this morning and started thinking about the company of writers that Solomon keeps. I would say that, in many ways, our knowledge and view of God is formed by four very powerful Scripture writers.
Moses gave us the Old Testament laws from the mouth of God. He chronicles one the most amazing, thought-provoking and life-changing journeys in history. He heard the very voice of God and his words have been offered to literally billions of people.
David wrote some of the most beautiful scripture ever read. His love songs to God are breath-taking and his songs of lament can melt your heart as you hear your own pain in them. He was honest with God and offered us an example of how to pray and how to praise.
Solomon was one of the wisest men of all time. He wrote of the majesty of God, but he also described, so powerfully, the mystery of God. If Ecclesiastes 3 were the only scripture that he wrote, he would still be one of the deepest and most valuable writers of the Bible.
Paul, through his life and his writing, taught us the new world order. He so powerfully captured the life and times of Jesus Christ and, in his letters, told us how life should be from that point forward. He never forgot his own sinful nature and, in so doing, he helped us all to understand our value and our purpose in the Kingdom of God.
Of course, the very words of our Savior are the most cherished in the Scriptures. Yet, the works of these four writers are easily some of the most beautiful and valuable words ever written.
We often focus on the sinfulness of these four men. Each were dreadful sinners with their deep inadequacies and terrible falls. However, we also need to remember that, when God spoke to them and told them to do important and often very painful things, they answered God's requests in amazing ways. In so doing, they have helped millions hear the Word of God and changed the very existence of our world. We should heed their words and live in the Scriptures each day. We should also follow their examples by listening and acting when God calls.
Moses gave us the Old Testament laws from the mouth of God. He chronicles one the most amazing, thought-provoking and life-changing journeys in history. He heard the very voice of God and his words have been offered to literally billions of people.
David wrote some of the most beautiful scripture ever read. His love songs to God are breath-taking and his songs of lament can melt your heart as you hear your own pain in them. He was honest with God and offered us an example of how to pray and how to praise.
Solomon was one of the wisest men of all time. He wrote of the majesty of God, but he also described, so powerfully, the mystery of God. If Ecclesiastes 3 were the only scripture that he wrote, he would still be one of the deepest and most valuable writers of the Bible.
Paul, through his life and his writing, taught us the new world order. He so powerfully captured the life and times of Jesus Christ and, in his letters, told us how life should be from that point forward. He never forgot his own sinful nature and, in so doing, he helped us all to understand our value and our purpose in the Kingdom of God.
Of course, the very words of our Savior are the most cherished in the Scriptures. Yet, the works of these four writers are easily some of the most beautiful and valuable words ever written.
We often focus on the sinfulness of these four men. Each were dreadful sinners with their deep inadequacies and terrible falls. However, we also need to remember that, when God spoke to them and told them to do important and often very painful things, they answered God's requests in amazing ways. In so doing, they have helped millions hear the Word of God and changed the very existence of our world. We should heed their words and live in the Scriptures each day. We should also follow their examples by listening and acting when God calls.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Guard your tongue!
My friends Lesley wrote a really good blog recently about saying "I'm Sorry" and meaning it. (Lesley Vance. I recommend you read her blog regularly. It's really good!) As I was reading it, I thought of my own relationships and those things for which I apologize over and over. More often than not, my mouth gets me in trouble.
I recognize that, as I've gotten older, I've become more willing to say what's on my mind and on my heart. Unfortunately, it too often comes with a price. It's bad enough that I think the thoughts. It speaks volumes about my heart. But lately, I've not done a very good job of guarding my tongue.
Psalm 34:13 says, "Keep your tongue from evil And your lips from speaking deceit." James 1:26 says, "If anyone thinks himself to be religious, and yet does not bridle his tongue but deceives his own heart, this man's religion is worthless."
It is VERY convicting when I consider how quickly I can hurt the ones I love with a word. My tongue has become a weapon when I speak to my beautiful wife and my precious daughters. My words have become pollution when I'm at work or in social settings with friends and family. I've reached a point where I need to stop apologizing and start praying for God's intervention. Does "I'm sorry" ring hollow when I don't do anything to stop the hurtful words? I think so.
I want to be a man of strong, Godly words. But it's not enough to just filter my thoughts before the exit my mouth. The sin begins in my heart and I need God to work on my heart.
Psalm 51:10 says, "Create in me a clean heart, O God, And renew a steadfast spirit within me." The change begins in my heart too. I pray that the work of the Holy Spirit is alive in me and it manifests as kind words and deeds for those that I love.
I recognize that, as I've gotten older, I've become more willing to say what's on my mind and on my heart. Unfortunately, it too often comes with a price. It's bad enough that I think the thoughts. It speaks volumes about my heart. But lately, I've not done a very good job of guarding my tongue.
Psalm 34:13 says, "Keep your tongue from evil And your lips from speaking deceit." James 1:26 says, "If anyone thinks himself to be religious, and yet does not bridle his tongue but deceives his own heart, this man's religion is worthless."
It is VERY convicting when I consider how quickly I can hurt the ones I love with a word. My tongue has become a weapon when I speak to my beautiful wife and my precious daughters. My words have become pollution when I'm at work or in social settings with friends and family. I've reached a point where I need to stop apologizing and start praying for God's intervention. Does "I'm sorry" ring hollow when I don't do anything to stop the hurtful words? I think so.
I want to be a man of strong, Godly words. But it's not enough to just filter my thoughts before the exit my mouth. The sin begins in my heart and I need God to work on my heart.
Psalm 51:10 says, "Create in me a clean heart, O God, And renew a steadfast spirit within me." The change begins in my heart too. I pray that the work of the Holy Spirit is alive in me and it manifests as kind words and deeds for those that I love.
Monday, July 13, 2009
"Some-Star" Week!
Tomorrow night is the 2009 MLB All-Star Game, to be held in St. Louis, Mo. The All-Star game use to be an opportunity for fans to see all the games best players on the same field for one night each year. Now, it's more about who's the most popular, the pitchers that are available, and the personal favorites of the managers of last year's World Series teams.
I can remember as a kid hoping to see Tom Seaver face Reggie Jackson, or Steve Carlton try to stare down George Brett. I wanted to know which was faster, Dave Parker's throw to home or Rod Carew's legs as he tagged up from third. I wanted to debate with my Mom about who was the better third baseman, Brett or Mike Schmidt? (My Mom was a National League flunky so she would argue but I know the answer to that one. Brett was one of the best PLAYERS OF ALL TIME, so he's easily the best third baseman of all time.)
Today, you really can't be assured of anything on All-Star night, other than someone is going to overuse the slogan, "This time, it counts!" It shouldn't count! It's an exhibition!
I am a huge fan of the Kansas City Royals which means that over the past 10-15 years, I've suffered through some very unsuccessful seasons. That also means that, if it were not for the rule that every team has to be represented, there would have been several seasons where the Royals were not represented at the mid-summer classic. And, to be honest, that would have been OK with me. I think it's great that guys like Gil Meche, Mike MacDougal, and Ken Harvey got a chance to be an All-Star. But, were they really one of the 25 or 30 best players in the American League those years? I don't think so.
I thought we got past the All-Star team being a popularity contest once we moved on from Little League. I thought that the purpose of the All-Star game was to showcase the Major League's best players for all the world to see. At one time it was about going to a game and punching out your ballot for the guys who were lighting the world on fire THAT SEASON! Once upon a time, the players had a vote too and they would reward those of their peers who were head and shoulders above the rest during the first half.
When did it become about web blitzes and Twitter campaigns? Why does the manager have to ask permission from another manager when a pitcher is 12-2 with a sub 3.00 ERA? Isn't that an obvious All-Star? Why does the game have to determine any aspect of the WORLD SERIES?! (Have I already said that it's a freaking exhibition game!?)
Will I be sitting in front of the TV watching tomorrow night? Probably so. But you can also bet that I will I be thinking back to Pete Rose's tenacity vs. Jim Palmer's pin-point accuracy. Or a young Ken Griffey and his perfect swing vs. Greg Maddox and his disappearing change up down and away. Or Bo Jackson and his unequaled talent vs. the entire National League. That was back when the All-Star game mattered. It was my chance to see the best vs. the best. And those were games worth waiting for.
I can remember as a kid hoping to see Tom Seaver face Reggie Jackson, or Steve Carlton try to stare down George Brett. I wanted to know which was faster, Dave Parker's throw to home or Rod Carew's legs as he tagged up from third. I wanted to debate with my Mom about who was the better third baseman, Brett or Mike Schmidt? (My Mom was a National League flunky so she would argue but I know the answer to that one. Brett was one of the best PLAYERS OF ALL TIME, so he's easily the best third baseman of all time.)
Today, you really can't be assured of anything on All-Star night, other than someone is going to overuse the slogan, "This time, it counts!" It shouldn't count! It's an exhibition!
I am a huge fan of the Kansas City Royals which means that over the past 10-15 years, I've suffered through some very unsuccessful seasons. That also means that, if it were not for the rule that every team has to be represented, there would have been several seasons where the Royals were not represented at the mid-summer classic. And, to be honest, that would have been OK with me. I think it's great that guys like Gil Meche, Mike MacDougal, and Ken Harvey got a chance to be an All-Star. But, were they really one of the 25 or 30 best players in the American League those years? I don't think so.
I thought we got past the All-Star team being a popularity contest once we moved on from Little League. I thought that the purpose of the All-Star game was to showcase the Major League's best players for all the world to see. At one time it was about going to a game and punching out your ballot for the guys who were lighting the world on fire THAT SEASON! Once upon a time, the players had a vote too and they would reward those of their peers who were head and shoulders above the rest during the first half.
When did it become about web blitzes and Twitter campaigns? Why does the manager have to ask permission from another manager when a pitcher is 12-2 with a sub 3.00 ERA? Isn't that an obvious All-Star? Why does the game have to determine any aspect of the WORLD SERIES?! (Have I already said that it's a freaking exhibition game!?)
Will I be sitting in front of the TV watching tomorrow night? Probably so. But you can also bet that I will I be thinking back to Pete Rose's tenacity vs. Jim Palmer's pin-point accuracy. Or a young Ken Griffey and his perfect swing vs. Greg Maddox and his disappearing change up down and away. Or Bo Jackson and his unequaled talent vs. the entire National League. That was back when the All-Star game mattered. It was my chance to see the best vs. the best. And those were games worth waiting for.
Friday, July 10, 2009
I Do Not Know
I looked up the exact phrase "I do not know" in the New American Standard version of the Bible and got 31 hits. Each one a very interesting glimpse into the story that God wants to tell us through scripture. Here are some of the highlights:
As Paul says in 2 Timothy, we have two choices -- 12If we endure, we will also reign with Him; If we deny Him, He also will deny us. Either we can proclaim Him as the Savior we know him to be and live with Him forever or we can deny His rightful position and suffer eternity separated from our Creator and Redeemer.
I often look at my life and my choices in a Simon/Peter sort of way. When Jesus met him, he was called Simon. Jesus changed his name to Peter because he knew that Peter would be the "rock" upon which His early church would be built. But he also knew that Peter was a work in progress.
Periodically, when Jesus felt Peter was struggling with doubt or indecision, He would refer to him as Simon again. This was especially the case in John 21 when Jesus asks three times, "Simon, son of John, do you love Me?"
During Jesus' trial, when he had denied Jesus three times just as the Savior had predicted, Peter was confronted by his actions. He realized the words that he spoke, cried for his very soul, and rededicated himself to be the Godly man that Jesus intended him to be. It was not enough for him the redact his words or apologize for them. He took it as a soulful lesson. He knew that, if he is to be the man that God designed him to be and do the work that Jesus had commissioned him to do, he must never deny his Master again.
It is a lesson for us all.
- The first time the phrase is uttered occurs in Genesis 4 after God asks Cain about Abel's where abouts. 9Then the LORD said to Cain, "Where is Abel your brother?" And he said, "I do not know. Am I my brother's keeper?"
- In Exodus 5, Moses and Aaron go to Pharaoh and tell him that God demands he let His people go so that they may hold a feast in His honor in the wilderness. Pharaoh replies in the negative. 2But Pharaoh said, "Who is the LORD that I should obey His voice to let Israel go? I do not know the LORD, and besides, I will not let Israel go."
- In Matthew 26, which is perhaps the most well-known "I do not know" moment, Peter denies Jesus three times, just as the Savior told him he would during the Last Supper. 74Then he began to curse and swear, "I do not know the man!" And immediately a rooster crowed.
As Paul says in 2 Timothy, we have two choices -- 12If we endure, we will also reign with Him; If we deny Him, He also will deny us. Either we can proclaim Him as the Savior we know him to be and live with Him forever or we can deny His rightful position and suffer eternity separated from our Creator and Redeemer.
I often look at my life and my choices in a Simon/Peter sort of way. When Jesus met him, he was called Simon. Jesus changed his name to Peter because he knew that Peter would be the "rock" upon which His early church would be built. But he also knew that Peter was a work in progress.
Periodically, when Jesus felt Peter was struggling with doubt or indecision, He would refer to him as Simon again. This was especially the case in John 21 when Jesus asks three times, "Simon, son of John, do you love Me?"
During Jesus' trial, when he had denied Jesus three times just as the Savior had predicted, Peter was confronted by his actions. He realized the words that he spoke, cried for his very soul, and rededicated himself to be the Godly man that Jesus intended him to be. It was not enough for him the redact his words or apologize for them. He took it as a soulful lesson. He knew that, if he is to be the man that God designed him to be and do the work that Jesus had commissioned him to do, he must never deny his Master again.
It is a lesson for us all.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
In memory of...
I'm growing weary of the ongoing Michael Jackson saga. It should probably end today with the memorial service in LA, but will it?
Don't get me wrong, I came to this very site and offered my thoughts about Michael and Farrah as soon as I could. They each held a very special place in my youth. However, from that point forward, their "memorial" paths were very divergent. Farrah's arrangements have been very quiet, private, and appropriate. Michael's has been more for TMZ and Entertainment Tonight than for his family and friends. Why?
He spent nearly his entire adult life being sheltered from the public. Why is this part of his life being laid open for the whole world to see? I guess his fans assume some personal relationship because we all enjoyed his gift. Yet, some worshiped him as some kind of diety that they feel entitled to be a part of his send-off. I think that's sad. Sad for the fans and, most of all, sad for the family. At a point where they probably want to be allowed to grieve in private, they have to share the moment with the world.
Don't get me wrong, I came to this very site and offered my thoughts about Michael and Farrah as soon as I could. They each held a very special place in my youth. However, from that point forward, their "memorial" paths were very divergent. Farrah's arrangements have been very quiet, private, and appropriate. Michael's has been more for TMZ and Entertainment Tonight than for his family and friends. Why?
He spent nearly his entire adult life being sheltered from the public. Why is this part of his life being laid open for the whole world to see? I guess his fans assume some personal relationship because we all enjoyed his gift. Yet, some worshiped him as some kind of diety that they feel entitled to be a part of his send-off. I think that's sad. Sad for the fans and, most of all, sad for the family. At a point where they probably want to be allowed to grieve in private, they have to share the moment with the world.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
1 Cor. 16:13
"Be on the alert, stand firm in the faith, act like men, be strong." - 1 Cor. 16:13
I hear this scripture nearly every week. It's the theme of the men's group I enjoy every Thursday morning at the CellularSouth Building in Ridgeland. But what does it mean to act like men?
Our culture tells us that men are strong, reliable, and tough breadwinners that play hard, work hard and, in many cases, live hard. Today's man is told that he's the only friend he needs. He's out to please himself and find his own pleasure. He has all the tools he needs to have a great life. He just needs to use them. He is the master of his own universe.
So, when a man of today becomes a man of God, what do you think he does? When he hears and reads "...but if by the Spirit you are putting to death the deeds of the body" (Romans 8:13), what is his next step? He makes a "To Kill" list of sins and immoral behaviors and gets busy. Where's the error it that?
Look at the scripture above, again. Focus on the second phrase because it's often overlooked when men read this passage. We go straight to the end and see "be strong". The second phrase says, "stand firm in the faith". Faith in what? Who? Jesus Christ, of course. It's a simple thought but it's so overlooked by today's man attempting to journey with God. I know because I do it all the time.
I so easy default to having faith in my own abilities, strengths and intestinal fortitude. I'm so hesitant to drop my hands, bow my head, and pray that God takes hold of my circumstance and shapes the God-made creature that I am. If it's sin that's getting in my way, I'm ready to get out the axe and chop it down by using my own will and my own strength. Yet, it never seems to workout that way.
Likewise, when I face a test or crisis, I fight like hell to break out of the "net" that has me trapped. I'm ready to scrap with anything or anyone that's causing me pain and discomfort. Instead, In both situations, I should "be still and know" that He is God (Psalm 46:10).
To me, "be still" means to stop, take a deep breath, and just talk to God. It doesn't mean give up on redemption or growth. It doesn't mean give in to the sin that continues to tempt me. I think it means that I need to listen to the message that He's delivering in that moment and seek His purpose in the crisis.
It's so easy to say but so hard to do. It takes a real man to know that he is led by his Creator and Master. It takes a real man to stand firm in his faith in the one true God and Savior. When a man lives his life that way, he's no longer acting like a man. He is one.
I hear this scripture nearly every week. It's the theme of the men's group I enjoy every Thursday morning at the CellularSouth Building in Ridgeland. But what does it mean to act like men?
Our culture tells us that men are strong, reliable, and tough breadwinners that play hard, work hard and, in many cases, live hard. Today's man is told that he's the only friend he needs. He's out to please himself and find his own pleasure. He has all the tools he needs to have a great life. He just needs to use them. He is the master of his own universe.
So, when a man of today becomes a man of God, what do you think he does? When he hears and reads "...but if by the Spirit you are putting to death the deeds of the body" (Romans 8:13), what is his next step? He makes a "To Kill" list of sins and immoral behaviors and gets busy. Where's the error it that?
Look at the scripture above, again. Focus on the second phrase because it's often overlooked when men read this passage. We go straight to the end and see "be strong". The second phrase says, "stand firm in the faith". Faith in what? Who? Jesus Christ, of course. It's a simple thought but it's so overlooked by today's man attempting to journey with God. I know because I do it all the time.
I so easy default to having faith in my own abilities, strengths and intestinal fortitude. I'm so hesitant to drop my hands, bow my head, and pray that God takes hold of my circumstance and shapes the God-made creature that I am. If it's sin that's getting in my way, I'm ready to get out the axe and chop it down by using my own will and my own strength. Yet, it never seems to workout that way.
Likewise, when I face a test or crisis, I fight like hell to break out of the "net" that has me trapped. I'm ready to scrap with anything or anyone that's causing me pain and discomfort. Instead, In both situations, I should "be still and know" that He is God (Psalm 46:10).
To me, "be still" means to stop, take a deep breath, and just talk to God. It doesn't mean give up on redemption or growth. It doesn't mean give in to the sin that continues to tempt me. I think it means that I need to listen to the message that He's delivering in that moment and seek His purpose in the crisis.
It's so easy to say but so hard to do. It takes a real man to know that he is led by his Creator and Master. It takes a real man to stand firm in his faith in the one true God and Savior. When a man lives his life that way, he's no longer acting like a man. He is one.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
New fiscal year!
The 2009 Mississippi Legislative Session was very enlightening for me. In my 10+ years at the Medical Center, we had budget worries. However, in retrospect, we seemed pretty insulated. Maybe it was patient fees or research-generated funding or fund-raising efforts, but we had other sources of income that could offset when appropriations were low.
Here at Archives & History, we are intimately dependent on our appropriations and I could feel the worry about it. True, this was a VERY unique year when it comes to the budget process. It seems, though, that the state agencies and the people we serve were put through the ringer. I won't debate whether it was justified or not (maybe another blog topic), but it was a tough process that I hope we don't have to experience each year.
It's a new budget year and I hope it's a successful, fruitful one. I don't think any of us want to live through another one like 08-09 anytime soon.
Here at Archives & History, we are intimately dependent on our appropriations and I could feel the worry about it. True, this was a VERY unique year when it comes to the budget process. It seems, though, that the state agencies and the people we serve were put through the ringer. I won't debate whether it was justified or not (maybe another blog topic), but it was a tough process that I hope we don't have to experience each year.
It's a new budget year and I hope it's a successful, fruitful one. I don't think any of us want to live through another one like 08-09 anytime soon.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Reading Isaiah 6
I did a daily devotional reading this morning. It was Isaiah 6 1-8 and I was struck by the fact that, in Isaiah's case, his cleansing was not without pain.
From Isaiah 6:5 (reading from The Message)"Every word I've ever spoken is tainted...blasphemous even! And the people I live with talk the same way, using words that corrupt and desecrate." One of the angels surrounding God on his throne approached Isaiah with a hot ember and touched his lips and said, "This coal has touched your lips. Gone is your guilt, your sins wiped out."
I think it's so easy to think that Jesus will wash away my sins and he'll take all the "damage" and pain. In Isaiah's case, he was one of God's chosen prophets and yet, his sanctification came with the pain of an ember on his lips.
At church yesterday, we heard from Tom in our Sunday School lesson and Derrick in the sermon in the morning that sin is not without its consequences. It's a lesson that we are told to teach our children and it's something that I'm so quick to dismiss and overlook. I need to remember that what I'm going through, the pain that I'm experiencing, is likely the consequences of my sin.
I'm so quick to judge and blame others for my pain, my discomfort, my disappointments. I need to remember that I am responsible for my sin and I am responsible for the consequences.
It's a hard lesson to learn.
From Isaiah 6:5 (reading from The Message)"Every word I've ever spoken is tainted...blasphemous even! And the people I live with talk the same way, using words that corrupt and desecrate." One of the angels surrounding God on his throne approached Isaiah with a hot ember and touched his lips and said, "This coal has touched your lips. Gone is your guilt, your sins wiped out."
I think it's so easy to think that Jesus will wash away my sins and he'll take all the "damage" and pain. In Isaiah's case, he was one of God's chosen prophets and yet, his sanctification came with the pain of an ember on his lips.
At church yesterday, we heard from Tom in our Sunday School lesson and Derrick in the sermon in the morning that sin is not without its consequences. It's a lesson that we are told to teach our children and it's something that I'm so quick to dismiss and overlook. I need to remember that what I'm going through, the pain that I'm experiencing, is likely the consequences of my sin.
I'm so quick to judge and blame others for my pain, my discomfort, my disappointments. I need to remember that I am responsible for my sin and I am responsible for the consequences.
It's a hard lesson to learn.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Wow! Michael and Farrah on the same day.
I must say that I am a little more than shocked about the deaths of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett. When I say that each, in their own way, shaped my teen years, it's no understatement.
Farrah held a permanent position on my wall throughout my tween and teen years. I was not alone. I bet there were millions of that now-famous poster sold around the country. Farrah was the Jane Mansfield/Marilyn Monroe of my era. She was the pin-up girl for my male generation and she deserved it.
And Michael Jackson... What can you say about his music, his dancing, his presence in the 70's and 80's. The soundtrack of my youth was cluttered with Off the Wall and Beat It and Thriller. When Michael released an album, it went straight platinum and it was fantastic. When he released a single, it shot straight to #1 and you could sing and dance to it all night long. He knew what we kids wanted to hear and delivered EVERY time.
I chose not to think of them in their later years. The Michael in my memory is Michael, not Jacko the Wacko. The Farrah I see in my mind is that beautiful, sexy blonde on my wall. I don't even think about the Farrah that struggles with the sins of this world or the Farrah who spent too much time with the cosmetic surgeon.
I chose to remember them as I saw them in my youth. The way I celebrated them in my youth. On this sad day, I think I owe them that.
Farrah held a permanent position on my wall throughout my tween and teen years. I was not alone. I bet there were millions of that now-famous poster sold around the country. Farrah was the Jane Mansfield/Marilyn Monroe of my era. She was the pin-up girl for my male generation and she deserved it.
And Michael Jackson... What can you say about his music, his dancing, his presence in the 70's and 80's. The soundtrack of my youth was cluttered with Off the Wall and Beat It and Thriller. When Michael released an album, it went straight platinum and it was fantastic. When he released a single, it shot straight to #1 and you could sing and dance to it all night long. He knew what we kids wanted to hear and delivered EVERY time.
I chose not to think of them in their later years. The Michael in my memory is Michael, not Jacko the Wacko. The Farrah I see in my mind is that beautiful, sexy blonde on my wall. I don't even think about the Farrah that struggles with the sins of this world or the Farrah who spent too much time with the cosmetic surgeon.
I chose to remember them as I saw them in my youth. The way I celebrated them in my youth. On this sad day, I think I owe them that.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Let me recommend a quirky film for your viewing pleasure
What was the last movie you went to see? Mine was a homespun tale called "Night of the Loup Garou" and it was a great experience.
The campy film pays homage to the great B-movie horror flicks of old. It details a day (and night) in the life of Dr. Dax Wingo, an expert in the mythical Loup Garou, or Cajun Werewolf. Dax and a merry band of hunters, scientists, and prerequisite G-men search for the tormenting beast in the woods of Taylor, Miss. The action that ensues is horrifying, funny, and down right clever.
The film was produced, designed, directed, and (in many cases) acted by an extremely creative and talented group of folks in Oxford, led by Ole Miss' Micah Ginn. My friend Laura Cavett did the poster art, prop work, set design, and created the Loup Garou costume. They all did a great job and I hope they plan on a sequel very soon. (Cue the growl and bone-rattling howl)
If you get a chance to check out the movie, I highly recommend it. Look for showtimes at www.mississippiwerewolf.com.
The campy film pays homage to the great B-movie horror flicks of old. It details a day (and night) in the life of Dr. Dax Wingo, an expert in the mythical Loup Garou, or Cajun Werewolf. Dax and a merry band of hunters, scientists, and prerequisite G-men search for the tormenting beast in the woods of Taylor, Miss. The action that ensues is horrifying, funny, and down right clever.
The film was produced, designed, directed, and (in many cases) acted by an extremely creative and talented group of folks in Oxford, led by Ole Miss' Micah Ginn. My friend Laura Cavett did the poster art, prop work, set design, and created the Loup Garou costume. They all did a great job and I hope they plan on a sequel very soon. (Cue the growl and bone-rattling howl)
If you get a chance to check out the movie, I highly recommend it. Look for showtimes at www.mississippiwerewolf.com.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
You have to start somewhere...
This is my first attempt at "blogging" although I've been on the net for many years sharing my opinions, thoughts, prayers, and complaints.
My mother was a writer. She wrote and destroyed more stories, books, letters, etc. then I'll ever begin. She wrote the most heart-felt, beautiful letters and she was an avid journal writer . Her written words reached out to you and made you want to sit beside her and listen. She rarely spoke of herself and her life but she wrote about it so well. If she were alive today, I know she would be writing a blog and everyone would be reading it. I miss seeing her handwriting and experiencing her via pen and paper. I miss her every day.
Onward...
My mother was a writer. She wrote and destroyed more stories, books, letters, etc. then I'll ever begin. She wrote the most heart-felt, beautiful letters and she was an avid journal writer . Her written words reached out to you and made you want to sit beside her and listen. She rarely spoke of herself and her life but she wrote about it so well. If she were alive today, I know she would be writing a blog and everyone would be reading it. I miss seeing her handwriting and experiencing her via pen and paper. I miss her every day.
Onward...
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