Friday, December 29, 2006
Toilet Lids, A Man's Weekend & God's Will
Due to a few accidents, problems and down right craziness in our home, we’ve often been told that the television show “Home Improvement” could have been based on the Morgan family. I believe God knew this, and that’s why He sent Lea into our lives. She does a “Superwoman” job of being both a mother and wife to the four boys and me. She makes sure we all know where we’re supposed to be going, what we’re all supposed to be doing and that we’re doing it correctly. She does an awesome job taking care of us 5 boys (4 boys + 1 dad = 5 boys).
With this in mind, I think she was kind of worried about the lack of “motherly” guidance when she left for Christmas 2 days before me to go spend some time with her family. Our two oldest boys and myself stayed behind so I could preach on Sunday. We joined them in Dallas on Sunday night. When she left that Friday morning she reminded us to “have fun, be careful and call if you need anything.” For those who don’t know what that means, I’ll translate: “have fun, be careful and call if you need anything” actually means, “Don’t let the cat in the house and don’t break any of my stuff.”
I had big plans for the weekend. I envisioned a male bonding, bachelor-type weekend with me and the two oldest boys. So as soon as mom left the two boys came in and asked, “What are we going to do this weekend?” I just smiled and said, “Boys, it’s time we do some man stuff.” They looked a little confused so I continued. “We need to lay down a few ground rules for the weekend. You boys obviously don’t understand the finer points of a male-bonding weekend, so allow me to explain. Rule number one: Toilet seats are to remain in the raised position all weekend. Rule number two: All hand towels and little fancy soaps are legal to use any time. And number three: no glasses this weekend. We drink straight from the milk carton, all weekend. But,” I reminded them, “The blue milk carton is mine. Stay out of it because I don’t want any of your ‘boy kooties.’”
Parker shot back quickly, “Does mom know about this?” Then Taylor added, “And why are we doing these things, Dad?”
“It’s because we can, boys, it’s because we can!” I said.
We had a great weekend. Nothing got broke, but I won’t promise the cat didn’t sneak in. But you know, “because we can” might be all right for a fun boys weekend at home, but as a general rule in life or in my walk with God “because we can” isn’t the best rule to live by. “Because we can” is not a permission slip to indulge ourselves at the expense of others. Instead, God has asked us to live a certain way for our own good that will make Him proud. Words that come to mind that make Him proud are words like fairness, integrity, compassion, consideration and generosity, just to name a few. Our goal in life isn’t “because we can,” but whatever pleases our Father. “My will is to do the will of my Father,” Jesus said. And that should be our will/goal too.
With this in mind, I think she was kind of worried about the lack of “motherly” guidance when she left for Christmas 2 days before me to go spend some time with her family. Our two oldest boys and myself stayed behind so I could preach on Sunday. We joined them in Dallas on Sunday night. When she left that Friday morning she reminded us to “have fun, be careful and call if you need anything.” For those who don’t know what that means, I’ll translate: “have fun, be careful and call if you need anything” actually means, “Don’t let the cat in the house and don’t break any of my stuff.”
I had big plans for the weekend. I envisioned a male bonding, bachelor-type weekend with me and the two oldest boys. So as soon as mom left the two boys came in and asked, “What are we going to do this weekend?” I just smiled and said, “Boys, it’s time we do some man stuff.” They looked a little confused so I continued. “We need to lay down a few ground rules for the weekend. You boys obviously don’t understand the finer points of a male-bonding weekend, so allow me to explain. Rule number one: Toilet seats are to remain in the raised position all weekend. Rule number two: All hand towels and little fancy soaps are legal to use any time. And number three: no glasses this weekend. We drink straight from the milk carton, all weekend. But,” I reminded them, “The blue milk carton is mine. Stay out of it because I don’t want any of your ‘boy kooties.’”
Parker shot back quickly, “Does mom know about this?” Then Taylor added, “And why are we doing these things, Dad?”
“It’s because we can, boys, it’s because we can!” I said.
We had a great weekend. Nothing got broke, but I won’t promise the cat didn’t sneak in. But you know, “because we can” might be all right for a fun boys weekend at home, but as a general rule in life or in my walk with God “because we can” isn’t the best rule to live by. “Because we can” is not a permission slip to indulge ourselves at the expense of others. Instead, God has asked us to live a certain way for our own good that will make Him proud. Words that come to mind that make Him proud are words like fairness, integrity, compassion, consideration and generosity, just to name a few. Our goal in life isn’t “because we can,” but whatever pleases our Father. “My will is to do the will of my Father,” Jesus said. And that should be our will/goal too.
So if you want to drink from the milk carton “because you can,” that’s all right with me. But when it comes to the way you live “because you can” isn’t the attitude that will please your your Heavenly Father. Any thoughts on this subject? Leave me a comment. :)
Labels: Men, Morgan Family
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Wednesday, December 27, 2006
New Year's Resolutions and Poll for 2007
The New Year is upon us. Do you have a New Year’s Resolution? Well, if you’re like most Americans (88 percent according to a recent poll), you have at least one resolution. And, if you are like the majority of these promise-makers, your resolution is probably related to health and fitness. But how about some spiritual resolutions this year? Read your Bible daily. Pray more often. Get involved in your church on a regular basis.
So what’s the secret to successful resolutions? While you can’t wave a magic wand and make your resolution come true, there are some easy steps to take that will make it easier to fulfill your promise to yourself.
- Choose an obtainable goal. Resolving to look like a super model is not realistic for the majority of us, but promising to include daily physical activity in our lives is very possible. Resolving to have the faith of Abraham, the patience of Job or the wisdom of Solomon, may not be very obtainable over a one year period. Even reading your Bible through in a year may not be an obtainable goal, but reading your Bible daily is.
- Create a game plan. At the beginning of January, write out a plan. All things successful start with a plan that describes the mission and specifics on how it will be achieved. Write your own personal plan, and you’ll be more likely to succeed as well.
- Break it down and make it less intimidating. Rather than one BIG goal, dissect it into smaller pieces. Set several smaller goals to achieve throughout the year that will help you to reach the ultimate goal. Then, even if you aren’t able to reach your final goal, you will have many smaller, but still significant, achievements along the way.
- Ask friends and family members to help you so you have someone to be accountable to. Just be sure to set limits so that this doesn’t backfire and become more irritating than helpful. For example, if you resolve to be more positive ask them to gently remind you when you start talking negatively.
- Reward yourself with each milestone. If you’ve stuck with your resolution for 2 months, treat yourself to something special. Buy yourself a new Bible or something like that.
- Don’t go it alone! Everyone needs help and sometimes getting a friend involved is enough. Get a friend to make the same resolution as you and encourage one another.
On average only about 20% of us keep our New Year’s resolutions. But don’t let the statistics get you down. By following the tips above maybe you’ll be better equipped to fall into the successful 20% category. If you are interested in a Bible reading plan, you can find one here, or you can email me and I'll email you the one that I put together. But take the poll (scroll down) and let me know what you think of New Year Resolutions or leave me a comment and tell my about one that you have kept.
Labels: Bible, Christian Living
The Dallas Cowboys, Disappointment & Heaven
Wow, what a weekend. Christmas was great, but the Dallas Cowboy game was a bitter pill to swallow. I’m still pretty much in shock. As most of you know, our family attended the game (if you want to call it that) in person. I can’t get over the fact that I spent months stashing back money to save enough to take my family to the Dallas Cowboys game. We also spent weeks talking about how great it was going to be to watch a “live” Cowboys football game. We told everyone we’d be there. For Christmas we all got new “Cowboys” gear to wear to the game. And as luck would have it, all our excitement went right down the drain when the Philadelphia Eagles smacked around our Dallas Cowboys during all four quarters. Ouch. At the end of the game I sat there in the stands feeling so cheated. All that saving and all that excitement seemed to be for nothing. I wanted to ask Jerry Jones for a $300 refund. It was just so frustrating to be so excited about the game for so long, just to be let down with a mighty crash.
It’s a good thing heaven isn’t going to be like that. There will be no let downs when we get there. There will be no disappointments. No one will get to heaven and feel cheated. No one will say, “I’m not sure it was worth it.” And no one, I mean no one will be asking for their money back. Jesus reminds us in Matthew 6:19-21 what I should have remembered this weekend, "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
So, I’ll keep working, I’ll keep serving and I’ll keep loving, because one day heaven will all be worth it.
It’s a good thing heaven isn’t going to be like that. There will be no let downs when we get there. There will be no disappointments. No one will get to heaven and feel cheated. No one will say, “I’m not sure it was worth it.” And no one, I mean no one will be asking for their money back. Jesus reminds us in Matthew 6:19-21 what I should have remembered this weekend, "Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.”
So, I’ll keep working, I’ll keep serving and I’ll keep loving, because one day heaven will all be worth it.
Labels: Dallas Cowboys, Heaven, Morgan Family
Saturday, December 23, 2006
Night at the Museum, Dallas Cowboys and a Merry Christmas
Saw "Night at the Museum" this weekend. Loved it. Well worth the time and money. If you're looking for a holiday movie to watch ... this one is for the whole family. I always want to put a plug in for a good clean movie.
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Go Cowboys: I'll be in Dallas for Christmas with Lea's family this year. So it's worked out where we're going to get to go see the Cowboys -vs- Eagles game. I'll be in the north end zone rooting on Tony Romo and the Cowboys. Hopefully it will be better than the last Cowboy game I went to (Cowboys got killed 49-21).----------------------------------------------------------
Hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas. Lot's of food, family and fellowship. I just want to say thanks again to those who have been stopping by on a regular basis to read my posts from "Rediscovering Church." I'll keep posting if you'll keep stopping by. If you get a chance, share this website/link with your friends. I'll be away from my computer till Wednesday, so this will be my last post till then.
God's blessings,
Trey, Lea & Family
Labels: Christmas, Dallas Cowboys, Morgan Family
Friday, December 22, 2006
ROAD SIGNS OF LIFE
Not long ago while traveling in the car, we played a game to help pass the time. We tried to see how many spiritual applications we could make out of road signs we passed. We came up with a bunch. Here’s a few…
NO U-TURN: Jesus said in Luke 9:62, “No one who puts his hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." No U-Turns. Don’t let Satan make you believe that your pre-Christian days were really the “good ole-days.” Satan will say, (1 Peter 5:8) “bail out,” but Jesus says, “No U-Turns.”
REDUCE SPEED AHEAD: One of the most pressing problems battling our faith today is over-scheduling. I believe if Satan can’t make you sin, he’ll just make you busy … too busy. Even Jesus slowed down (Mark 6:31-32).
CAUTION, SHARP CURVES AHEAD: God never promised His children straight, easy or flat roads (James 1:2-3). So be prepared and rely on God when the sharp curves come.
DEAD END ROAD: Our world is full of dead end roads. Unfortunately, too many times we’ve taken one and end up far from our destination (God). Dead end roads look good at first and then leave you in big trouble. Dead end roads include things like alcoholism, pornography, abuse, adultery and many more.
BE PREPARED TO STOP: So many people go though life never prepared to stop. They know they’re going to die, but it won’t be anytime soon. They’ve made no preparation for the next life. Jesus talked about a man like that in Luke 12:13-20. God called the man a “fool” for not being prepared to stop. Are you ready?
There are other signs too. Those are just a few. What could you come up with for “Narrow Road” or “Keep Right” or “Construction Ahead” sign? Can you come up with any others?
Labels: Christian Living, General
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Watch the Little Man Go
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
TOP 10 REASONS I’M EXCITED ABOUT HEAVEN
For the past three weeks every kid in America has been able to tell you exactly how many days until Christmas. They’ve had a hard time falling asleep just because they’re anticipating Christmas. This time of year you’ll hear phrases like, “I’m so ready for Christmas,” and “I can’t wait until Christmas.”
How do you suppose our lives would be different if we were as excited about heaven as kids are about Christmas? What if we regularly went around saying, “Hopefully, it won’t be long” and “I’m so ready” or “I can’t wait.” Below I’ve started a list of a few things to help you get excited about heaven. And so, with apologies to David Letterman, direct from the home office in Childress, Texas here is the top ten list of reasons why I’m excited about Heaven…
Number 10: WE GET A NEW BODY (1 Corinthians 15:50-54, 2 Corinthians 5:4)
Most people are not really happy with their body. Billions are spent yearly to cover up, make up, lift up and change flaws in our bodies. Our earthly body gets tired, feels pain and gets sick. With age it moves slower, sags, our eyes dims, our ears dull, and things falls out (hair & teeth). Twice the doctor has told me “it’s cancer.” And although I’ve survived both times, my body still bears the marks of the battle. In heaven we’ll get a new body, a better one, an eternal one. We’ll get a body that doesn’t get tired, feel pain, get sick or cancer. I’m excited about my new body!
Number 9: WE GET A CUSTOM BUILT HOUSE (John 14:1-3)
I love the house I live in now, but it’s far from perfect. I love the cabin in the mountains that my wife’s family has, but it’s not perfect. There is no such thing as a perfect house in this life. That is except God’s house. Living in a perfect house built by God is one reason why heaven is going to be great! He has been working on it 2,000 years … and creation took just 6 days.
Number 8: WE GET TO EAT GREAT FOOD (Matthew 8:11; Revelation 19:9)
Who doesn’t like to eat? I’m thinking of things like Chinese food, steak and more Chinese food. In heaven we get to eat and the food will literally taste like “heaven.” I don’t know about you but I’m looking forward to taking part in the mother of all buffets. And I’m guessing calories won’t count! :)
Number 7: WE GET TO TALK WITH BIBLE CHARACTERS
For years we have heard about them, read about them, and even imagined what it would have been like to be them. Now we get to meet them and talk with them. You can ask David what it was like to fight Goliath. You can ask Noah what it was like living in the ark. You can ask Moses about parting the Red Sea. And then there is Daniel to ask about the lion’s den. Or you could ask Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego about the fiery furnace. You could ask a question to Mary, or Paul or Peter. Who are you looking forward to talking with?
Number 6: WE WILL GET TO SEE AND SPEAK WITH OUR LOVED ONES (1 Thessalonians 4:13-17)
I am looking forward to being with my loved ones again. Aren’t you? Seeing those who have died and gone on before me. My wife & I have a baby waiting for us there that we are very anxious to meet. Wow, it will be the greatest family reunion of all times. I’m excited about that.
Number 5: WE WILL GET TO LIVE IN A PERFECT WORLD (Revelation 21)
Heaven is going to be a perfect place in every form and fashion. God will be there and so will the Son. There will be no more darkness or night. You’ll find the river of life, the tree of life and streets of gold. Heaven is going to be exciting, the perfect world I’ve always dreamed of.
Number 4: HEAVEN IS GOING TO BE EXCITING BECAUSE OF THE “NO-MORES” (Revelation 7:16-17)
Let me explain what I mean by "no-mores." There will be no more hunger, thirst, tears, death, pain or impure things. When you and I get to heaven there is going to be some awesome "no-mores", and these "no-mores" should really inspires us to keep going and give us a living hope.
Number 3: IT WILL BE THE LAST TIME WE FALL (Romans 7:15-25)
I often feel like Paul in Romans 7. I too find myself doing the things I don’t want to do, and I don’t do the things that I want to do. I get tired of letting my God down. Yes, I know that I’m saved by grace. I know that his blood can and does wash away every stain. Nevertheless, I still get tired of failing and falling. Do you? This is another reason I’m excited about heaven. There will be no more failing and no more letting God down.
Number 2: IN HEAVEN WE WILL TAKE PART IN AN AWESOME WORSHIP SERVICE (Revelation 5:11-14; 7:9-12; 19:1-8)
I love great worship. I love enthusiastic worship. I love worship full of energy, excitement, smiling faces and lifted hearts. I look forward to worshipping in heaven, because it’s going to be out of this world. As the song says “WHAT A DAY OF REJOICING THAT WILL BE.” It’s going to blow our minds, and it’s going to lift the roof and rock the walls of heaven.
And the Number 1 Reason Heaven will be Exciting: WE WILL GET TO SEE GOD (1 John 3:2; John 14:3)
The fact that we will be with God forever will make heaven worth it all! Can you think of any reasons that I’ve missed?
How do you suppose our lives would be different if we were as excited about heaven as kids are about Christmas? What if we regularly went around saying, “Hopefully, it won’t be long” and “I’m so ready” or “I can’t wait.” Below I’ve started a list of a few things to help you get excited about heaven. And so, with apologies to David Letterman, direct from the home office in Childress, Texas here is the top ten list of reasons why I’m excited about Heaven…
Number 10: WE GET A NEW BODY (1 Corinthians 15:50-54, 2 Corinthians 5:4)
Most people are not really happy with their body. Billions are spent yearly to cover up, make up, lift up and change flaws in our bodies. Our earthly body gets tired, feels pain and gets sick. With age it moves slower, sags, our eyes dims, our ears dull, and things falls out (hair & teeth). Twice the doctor has told me “it’s cancer.” And although I’ve survived both times, my body still bears the marks of the battle. In heaven we’ll get a new body, a better one, an eternal one. We’ll get a body that doesn’t get tired, feel pain, get sick or cancer. I’m excited about my new body!
Number 9: WE GET A CUSTOM BUILT HOUSE (John 14:1-3)
I love the house I live in now, but it’s far from perfect. I love the cabin in the mountains that my wife’s family has, but it’s not perfect. There is no such thing as a perfect house in this life. That is except God’s house. Living in a perfect house built by God is one reason why heaven is going to be great! He has been working on it 2,000 years … and creation took just 6 days.
Number 8: WE GET TO EAT GREAT FOOD (Matthew 8:11; Revelation 19:9)
Who doesn’t like to eat? I’m thinking of things like Chinese food, steak and more Chinese food. In heaven we get to eat and the food will literally taste like “heaven.” I don’t know about you but I’m looking forward to taking part in the mother of all buffets. And I’m guessing calories won’t count! :)
Number 7: WE GET TO TALK WITH BIBLE CHARACTERS
For years we have heard about them, read about them, and even imagined what it would have been like to be them. Now we get to meet them and talk with them. You can ask David what it was like to fight Goliath. You can ask Noah what it was like living in the ark. You can ask Moses about parting the Red Sea. And then there is Daniel to ask about the lion’s den. Or you could ask Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego about the fiery furnace. You could ask a question to Mary, or Paul or Peter. Who are you looking forward to talking with?
Number 6: WE WILL GET TO SEE AND SPEAK WITH OUR LOVED ONES (1 Thessalonians 4:13-17)
I am looking forward to being with my loved ones again. Aren’t you? Seeing those who have died and gone on before me. My wife & I have a baby waiting for us there that we are very anxious to meet. Wow, it will be the greatest family reunion of all times. I’m excited about that.
Number 5: WE WILL GET TO LIVE IN A PERFECT WORLD (Revelation 21)
Heaven is going to be a perfect place in every form and fashion. God will be there and so will the Son. There will be no more darkness or night. You’ll find the river of life, the tree of life and streets of gold. Heaven is going to be exciting, the perfect world I’ve always dreamed of.
Number 4: HEAVEN IS GOING TO BE EXCITING BECAUSE OF THE “NO-MORES” (Revelation 7:16-17)
Let me explain what I mean by "no-mores." There will be no more hunger, thirst, tears, death, pain or impure things. When you and I get to heaven there is going to be some awesome "no-mores", and these "no-mores" should really inspires us to keep going and give us a living hope.
Number 3: IT WILL BE THE LAST TIME WE FALL (Romans 7:15-25)
I often feel like Paul in Romans 7. I too find myself doing the things I don’t want to do, and I don’t do the things that I want to do. I get tired of letting my God down. Yes, I know that I’m saved by grace. I know that his blood can and does wash away every stain. Nevertheless, I still get tired of failing and falling. Do you? This is another reason I’m excited about heaven. There will be no more failing and no more letting God down.
Number 2: IN HEAVEN WE WILL TAKE PART IN AN AWESOME WORSHIP SERVICE (Revelation 5:11-14; 7:9-12; 19:1-8)
I love great worship. I love enthusiastic worship. I love worship full of energy, excitement, smiling faces and lifted hearts. I look forward to worshipping in heaven, because it’s going to be out of this world. As the song says “WHAT A DAY OF REJOICING THAT WILL BE.” It’s going to blow our minds, and it’s going to lift the roof and rock the walls of heaven.
And the Number 1 Reason Heaven will be Exciting: WE WILL GET TO SEE GOD (1 John 3:2; John 14:3)
The fact that we will be with God forever will make heaven worth it all! Can you think of any reasons that I’ve missed?
Labels: God, Heaven, Top Ten List
Monday, December 18, 2006
A Few Things that I Think about Grace
FIRST: I think it would have been better for me if Jesus would have ended the "lost" stories of Luke 15 with the story of the Prodigal Son. Instead he added the "older brother" into the story. When he did, he added me into the story. Ouch.
SECOND: I think I need a better understanding of God's grace. Every time I think, "I got it," He blows my thinking right out of the water. Examples of God's absolutely amazing grace:
- David - Committed two of the biggies (adultery & murder) and yet was still a man after God's own heart.
- Manasseh - The most evil king that ever ruled Israel. He sacrificed his own son on the alter of a foreign god, took the lives of God's prophets and literally laughed in God's face. But at the end of his life, God punishes him and Manasseh decides to repent. And you won't believe it, but God forgives him. What? God forgave him? Yep! I couldn't believe it either.
- Jonah - Want to know why Jonah jumped a boat in the opposite direction of Nineveh? Because he knew "God was merciful and would forgive," and he didn't want God to do that.
- The woman at the well - She was married five times and was shacking up with another man when she met Jesus. Yet Jesus found her incredibly important and salvation worthy.
- The woman caught in adultery - Sadly, had I been there, I would have probably been holding a stone.
- The thief on the cross - One of the greatest stories of grace ever. But I missed it the first part of my life because I was too busy arguing about the thief's salvation.
- I could go on.
THIRD: I think it took having children of my own to get a better understanding of just how much God loves us.
FOURTH: I think it would be awesome if God would tell me each Sunday what to preach and how to preach it. I think if He did tell me, He might say, "Remind them again this week just how much I love them."
FIFTH: I think I love missionaries. They are truly my heroes and deserve my prayer and support.
I think these are a few things I think today. What do you think?
Labels: Forgiveness, God's Love, Grace, Missionaries
Sunday, December 17, 2006
A PARTY FOR A PROSTITUTE
Thought I'd share a favoring story of mine told by a great storyteller, Tony Campono. You'll forgive me for the length of the story once you start reading. It's well worth your time.
Campolo, tells a story of being in Hawaii a few years ago for a Christian conference. It was 3:00 in the morning, and Campolo, could not sleep. So he got up, got dressed, and left the hotel where he was staying to search for a place to get something to eat. Eventually he found a tiny coffee shop that was open. Here is his description of what happened there:
“The guy behind the counter came over and asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted a cup of coffee and a donut. As I sat there munching my donut and sipping my coffee at 3:30 in the morning, the door suddenly opened, and to my discomfort in marched 8 or 9 provocatively dressed and rather boisterous prostitutes. It was a small place and they sat on either side of me. Their talk was garrulous, loud, and crude. I felt completely out of place.
I was just about to make my getaway when I heard the woman next to me say, ‘You know, tomorrow is my birthday. I’m going to be 39.’ Her friend responded in a rather nasty tone, ‘So what do you want from me? A birthday party? What do you want? You want me to get a cake, and sing happy birthday to you?’
‘Come on,’ the woman sitting next to me said, ‘why do you have to be so mean? I’m just telling you that it’s my birthday. Why do you have to put me down? I don’t want anything from you. I mean, why should I have a birthday party? I’ve never had a birthday party in my whole life. Why should I have one now?’
Campolo says, "When I heard that, I made a decision. I sat and waited until the women left, and then I called over to the guy behind the counter and asked him, ‘Do they come in here every night?’
He answered, ‘Yeah.’ ‘The one who was sitting right next to me, does she come in every night?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘that’s Agnes. Yeah, she comes in every night. Why do you want to know?’ ‘Because,’ I replied, ‘I heard her say that tomorrow is her birthday. What do you say we do something special for her? What do you think about throwing a birthday party for her right here in the coffee shop?’
A cute kind of smile crept over that man’s chubby cheeks. ‘That’s a great idea,’ he said. ‘I like it. That’s great. Agnes is one of those people who is really nice and kind. I don’t think anybody has ever done anything nice and kind for her.’ ‘Well, look,’ I told him, ‘if it’s okay with you, I’ll be back here tomorrow morning at 2:30. I’ll decorate the place. I’ll even get a birthday cake for her,’ ‘No way!’ he replied. ‘The birthday cake, that’s my thing. I’ll bake the birthday cake myself.’
“At two thirty the next morning,” Campolo says, “I was back at that coffee shop. I picked up some crepe paper and other decorations at the store, and made a sign of big pieces of cardboard that said ‘Happy Birthday, Agnes!’ I decorated that diner from one end to the other. I had it really looking great. The word must have gotten out on the street, because by 3:15 that morning every prostitute in Honolulu was in that place. There was wall-to-wall prostitutes – and me.
At 3:30 on the dot, the door of the diner swung open and in came Agnes and her friend. I had everybody ready… When they came in we all jumped up and screamed, ‘Happy Birthday, Agnes!" Then we sang to her. And you know, I’ve never seen a person so flabbergasted, so stunned, so shaken. Her mouth fell open, her knees started to buckle, her friend had to offer her arm to steady her, and I noticed she had started to cry. When the birthday cake with all the candles was carried out, that’s when she lost it. She started sobbing. Harry, the guy behind the counter, gruffly mumbled, ‘Blow out the candles, Agnes, blow out the candles.’ Then he handed her a knife and said, ‘Cut the cake, Agnes, cut the cake.’
Agnes looked down at that cake, and without taking her eyes off it, she slowly and softly said, ‘Look, Harry, is it okay with you if I, I mean, if I don’t, what I want to ask, is it okay if I keep the cake for a little while? Is it okay if we don’t eat it right away?’ Harry shrugged and answered, ‘Well, sure, Agnes, that’s fine. You want to keep the cake, keep the cake. Take it home if you want to.’ ‘Oh, could I?’ she asked. Looking at me, she said, ‘I just live down the street a couple of doors. I want to take the cake home, okay? I’ll be right back, honest.’ She got off her stool, she picked up that cake, and she carried it out of the diner like it was the Holy Grail. She walked slowly toward the door, and we all just stood there, speechless. When the door closed behind her, there was stunned silence in the place.
Not knowing what else to do, I broke the silence by saying, ‘What do you say we pray together?’ Looking back on it now, it seems more than a little strange that a sociologist from eastern Pennsylvania would be leading a prayer meeting with a bunch of prostitutes in a diner in Honolulu at 3:30 in the morning. But I prayed. I prayed for Agnes. I prayed for her salvation. I prayed that her life would be changed, and that God would be good to her.
And when I finished, Harry leaned over, and with a trace of hostility in his voice, he said, ‘Hey, you never told me you were a preacher! What kind of preacher are you anyway? What church do you belong to?’ In one of those moments when just the right words come, I answered him quietly, ‘I belong to a church that throws birthday parties for prostitutes at 3:30 in the morning.’ Harry thought for a minute, and then almost sneered as he answered, ‘No you don’t! There is no church like that. In fact,’ he concluded, ‘if there was, I’d join it.’
Sometimes we forget that we are to be a church like that. Just like Jesus did, we are to be a church that reaches out to those who are overlooked and those who are different than us. Those who look different, dress different, talk different and think different. And if we really become a church where no one stands alone, you’ll be surprised who comes.
Campolo, tells a story of being in Hawaii a few years ago for a Christian conference. It was 3:00 in the morning, and Campolo, could not sleep. So he got up, got dressed, and left the hotel where he was staying to search for a place to get something to eat. Eventually he found a tiny coffee shop that was open. Here is his description of what happened there:
“The guy behind the counter came over and asked me what I wanted. I told him I wanted a cup of coffee and a donut. As I sat there munching my donut and sipping my coffee at 3:30 in the morning, the door suddenly opened, and to my discomfort in marched 8 or 9 provocatively dressed and rather boisterous prostitutes. It was a small place and they sat on either side of me. Their talk was garrulous, loud, and crude. I felt completely out of place.
I was just about to make my getaway when I heard the woman next to me say, ‘You know, tomorrow is my birthday. I’m going to be 39.’ Her friend responded in a rather nasty tone, ‘So what do you want from me? A birthday party? What do you want? You want me to get a cake, and sing happy birthday to you?’
‘Come on,’ the woman sitting next to me said, ‘why do you have to be so mean? I’m just telling you that it’s my birthday. Why do you have to put me down? I don’t want anything from you. I mean, why should I have a birthday party? I’ve never had a birthday party in my whole life. Why should I have one now?’
Campolo says, "When I heard that, I made a decision. I sat and waited until the women left, and then I called over to the guy behind the counter and asked him, ‘Do they come in here every night?’
He answered, ‘Yeah.’ ‘The one who was sitting right next to me, does she come in every night?’ ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘that’s Agnes. Yeah, she comes in every night. Why do you want to know?’ ‘Because,’ I replied, ‘I heard her say that tomorrow is her birthday. What do you say we do something special for her? What do you think about throwing a birthday party for her right here in the coffee shop?’
A cute kind of smile crept over that man’s chubby cheeks. ‘That’s a great idea,’ he said. ‘I like it. That’s great. Agnes is one of those people who is really nice and kind. I don’t think anybody has ever done anything nice and kind for her.’ ‘Well, look,’ I told him, ‘if it’s okay with you, I’ll be back here tomorrow morning at 2:30. I’ll decorate the place. I’ll even get a birthday cake for her,’ ‘No way!’ he replied. ‘The birthday cake, that’s my thing. I’ll bake the birthday cake myself.’
“At two thirty the next morning,” Campolo says, “I was back at that coffee shop. I picked up some crepe paper and other decorations at the store, and made a sign of big pieces of cardboard that said ‘Happy Birthday, Agnes!’ I decorated that diner from one end to the other. I had it really looking great. The word must have gotten out on the street, because by 3:15 that morning every prostitute in Honolulu was in that place. There was wall-to-wall prostitutes – and me.
At 3:30 on the dot, the door of the diner swung open and in came Agnes and her friend. I had everybody ready… When they came in we all jumped up and screamed, ‘Happy Birthday, Agnes!" Then we sang to her. And you know, I’ve never seen a person so flabbergasted, so stunned, so shaken. Her mouth fell open, her knees started to buckle, her friend had to offer her arm to steady her, and I noticed she had started to cry. When the birthday cake with all the candles was carried out, that’s when she lost it. She started sobbing. Harry, the guy behind the counter, gruffly mumbled, ‘Blow out the candles, Agnes, blow out the candles.’ Then he handed her a knife and said, ‘Cut the cake, Agnes, cut the cake.’
Agnes looked down at that cake, and without taking her eyes off it, she slowly and softly said, ‘Look, Harry, is it okay with you if I, I mean, if I don’t, what I want to ask, is it okay if I keep the cake for a little while? Is it okay if we don’t eat it right away?’ Harry shrugged and answered, ‘Well, sure, Agnes, that’s fine. You want to keep the cake, keep the cake. Take it home if you want to.’ ‘Oh, could I?’ she asked. Looking at me, she said, ‘I just live down the street a couple of doors. I want to take the cake home, okay? I’ll be right back, honest.’ She got off her stool, she picked up that cake, and she carried it out of the diner like it was the Holy Grail. She walked slowly toward the door, and we all just stood there, speechless. When the door closed behind her, there was stunned silence in the place.
Not knowing what else to do, I broke the silence by saying, ‘What do you say we pray together?’ Looking back on it now, it seems more than a little strange that a sociologist from eastern Pennsylvania would be leading a prayer meeting with a bunch of prostitutes in a diner in Honolulu at 3:30 in the morning. But I prayed. I prayed for Agnes. I prayed for her salvation. I prayed that her life would be changed, and that God would be good to her.
And when I finished, Harry leaned over, and with a trace of hostility in his voice, he said, ‘Hey, you never told me you were a preacher! What kind of preacher are you anyway? What church do you belong to?’ In one of those moments when just the right words come, I answered him quietly, ‘I belong to a church that throws birthday parties for prostitutes at 3:30 in the morning.’ Harry thought for a minute, and then almost sneered as he answered, ‘No you don’t! There is no church like that. In fact,’ he concluded, ‘if there was, I’d join it.’
Sometimes we forget that we are to be a church like that. Just like Jesus did, we are to be a church that reaches out to those who are overlooked and those who are different than us. Those who look different, dress different, talk different and think different. And if we really become a church where no one stands alone, you’ll be surprised who comes.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
CHRISTMAS WHEN I WAS A KID
I grew up in a large family with little money. There were 9 of us in all. I had 5 sisters and a brother. My family survived on the one check my dad brought home each week. $114 a week to take care of all nine of us.
Christmas' were the best. We'd start asking Mom if we could put up the Christmas tree as soon as Halloween was over. When it came to presents we never got much, so we appreciated what we did get. You could expect every year at Christmas one gift from Santa Clause and one gift from Mom & Dad. My brothers and sisters also drew names each year so we'd get one gift from the brother or sister that drew our name. Three gifts were about it. Oh, did I mention the presents from Mom & Dad were always clothes? That was pretty yuk as a kid, but it was what we really needed.
My family had it's Christmas traditions too. Christmas eve was when we'd open our presents. But we didn't just open the presents all at once. I guess to make it last longer, we'd pass out all the presents, and then one person at a time (from youngest to oldest) would open a present. You weren't allowed to open your present until the younger brother or sister in front of you had completely opened theirs. Then it was off to bed because Santa was coming that night. Going to bed on Christmas eve seemed impossible, but somehow we always did it. You could always expect your "good" present to come from Santa Clause. It was going to be a toy of some kind.
I remember the year my brother and I got the electric race car set we'd asked for. We played that thing non-stop. I also remember the year of the BB-guns. Boy, did Mom ever regret getting us those. Oh, and how about the electric football game? Remember how the little football players would "shake around" when you turned on the switch? And then there was the bicycle Christmas. It is probably the Christmas I remember best. The four younger kids had all asked for new bikes. We hadn't ever had brand-new bicycles . Dad had told us many times that year, "Don't get your hopes up. Santa can't afford new bicycles this year." Low and behold, new bikes that year. We were shocked to say the least, and on a salary of around $114 a week, Santa was a hero again.
It was all too cool. The old days. Back before X-box, DVD players and I-Pods. Back in what seemed to be the simpler times.
So, that's a few of my memories. What do you remember about Christmas when you were a kid? Any traditions? Any special gifts? Click the comments button below and let me know.
Christmas' were the best. We'd start asking Mom if we could put up the Christmas tree as soon as Halloween was over. When it came to presents we never got much, so we appreciated what we did get. You could expect every year at Christmas one gift from Santa Clause and one gift from Mom & Dad. My brothers and sisters also drew names each year so we'd get one gift from the brother or sister that drew our name. Three gifts were about it. Oh, did I mention the presents from Mom & Dad were always clothes? That was pretty yuk as a kid, but it was what we really needed.
My family had it's Christmas traditions too. Christmas eve was when we'd open our presents. But we didn't just open the presents all at once. I guess to make it last longer, we'd pass out all the presents, and then one person at a time (from youngest to oldest) would open a present. You weren't allowed to open your present until the younger brother or sister in front of you had completely opened theirs. Then it was off to bed because Santa was coming that night. Going to bed on Christmas eve seemed impossible, but somehow we always did it. You could always expect your "good" present to come from Santa Clause. It was going to be a toy of some kind.
I remember the year my brother and I got the electric race car set we'd asked for. We played that thing non-stop. I also remember the year of the BB-guns. Boy, did Mom ever regret getting us those. Oh, and how about the electric football game? Remember how the little football players would "shake around" when you turned on the switch? And then there was the bicycle Christmas. It is probably the Christmas I remember best. The four younger kids had all asked for new bikes. We hadn't ever had brand-new bicycles . Dad had told us many times that year, "Don't get your hopes up. Santa can't afford new bicycles this year." Low and behold, new bikes that year. We were shocked to say the least, and on a salary of around $114 a week, Santa was a hero again.
It was all too cool. The old days. Back before X-box, DVD players and I-Pods. Back in what seemed to be the simpler times.
So, that's a few of my memories. What do you remember about Christmas when you were a kid? Any traditions? Any special gifts? Click the comments button below and let me know.
Labels: Christmas, Kids, Morgan Family
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
"He called me by my NAME today, Dad!"
That little story reminded me that we all want to be known as more than just “a somebody.” In fact, nothing is sweeter than hearing our own name called and nothing more frustrating when someone just calls you “hey you” or can’t get your name right. Our names are important to us. Not to long after I moved to Childress I introduced myself to one of our elderly ladies following church services. I asked her, “Have I met you?” She responded, “Yes, three times.” Needless to say, I remembered her name the next time I saw her.
Do you remember the popular television show "Cheers?" The show was based around a bar in Boston, and the theme song from the show stated that Cheers was the place to be because, “You want to be where everybody knows your name.” They knew that we just want someone to know our name.
I love the way Jesus says in John chapter 10 that he’s the Good Shepherd and he knows his sheep by name. Did you catch that? He knows your name. You are more than just a “hey you.” That ought to put a little spring in your step. And if you want to have “one of your best days ever” like Connor, then I suggest that you remember that there’s a Good Shepherd that knows you by the sweetest name of all… your name.
Labels: Jesus, Morgan Family
Blessed By Billy
I love good preaching. I say “good” preaching because there is definitely a difference between just preaching and good preaching. And when it comes to really good preaching, I’m never without a good sermon or two on my mp3 player. When I have some quiet time or when I go running I’m often listening to someone preach. Nothing is better than a good spiritual feast.
Lately, I've been blessed by the lessons of Billy Wilson. Billy is a fiery Scottish preacher who grew up in Glasgow, Scotland but now preaches in Australia. Although his accent really appeals to this west Texas boy, it’s his ability to proclaim God’s word that I love.
People often ask me what I'm listening to. Lately, my response is "it’s a Billy Wilson sermon." If you have a little time and want to be blessed today, click here and give Billy a listen.
Lately, I've been blessed by the lessons of Billy Wilson. Billy is a fiery Scottish preacher who grew up in Glasgow, Scotland but now preaches in Australia. Although his accent really appeals to this west Texas boy, it’s his ability to proclaim God’s word that I love.
People often ask me what I'm listening to. Lately, my response is "it’s a Billy Wilson sermon." If you have a little time and want to be blessed today, click here and give Billy a listen.
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Now if I could just get my friend Billy to try a little "White" West Texas cream gravy, everything would be right in the world. :)
Labels: Preaching, Spiritual Growth
Monday, December 11, 2006
"Trey, Tell Me God Won't Take My Baby"
She wasn't breathing when her parents found her. They had called 911 immediately and within minutes the ambulance was there.
I was one of the paramedics on call that day on our little volunteer EMS service. I had found a great ministry in volunteering with EMS while serving as a local minister.
When we arrived on scene we began CPR immediately. It was not long before we loaded the little girl in the ambulance and called for the medical helicopter out of a nearby town to meet us on the outskirts of town.
We worked feverishly in the back of the ambulance to save the little girl or at least extend her life long enough to get her to a hospital. In what seemed like just minutes we were transferring her care to the flight medics on the helicopter.
As the helicopter was taking off, the mother of the little girl frantically ran up to me. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she wailed, "Trey, tell me God won't take my baby. Tell me God won't take my baby." And then she stopped and waited for me to answer. I didn't have an answer. I was absolutely stumped.
She had asked a question that every one of us who believe in God will dare to ask sooner or later. If God is good and God is great why do innocent people suffer. So many have given an effort to explain why God won't or can't protect innocent people.
I didn't have an answer for that mother that day. I'm not sure that I have an answer today, but I have given it a lot of thought. I'd like to share with you three quick responses to the question, "If God is great and God is good, why do the innocent suffer?"
“Trey, tell me God won’t take my baby!” I can still hear those word like it was yesterday. If God is great and God is good, why do the innocent suffer? That is a fair question. I don't know, but I do know there is a goodness in this world that cannot be explained outside of a God who loves you and me. So it’s okay to hold up your head and go forward.
I was one of the paramedics on call that day on our little volunteer EMS service. I had found a great ministry in volunteering with EMS while serving as a local minister.
When we arrived on scene we began CPR immediately. It was not long before we loaded the little girl in the ambulance and called for the medical helicopter out of a nearby town to meet us on the outskirts of town.
We worked feverishly in the back of the ambulance to save the little girl or at least extend her life long enough to get her to a hospital. In what seemed like just minutes we were transferring her care to the flight medics on the helicopter.
As the helicopter was taking off, the mother of the little girl frantically ran up to me. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she wailed, "Trey, tell me God won't take my baby. Tell me God won't take my baby." And then she stopped and waited for me to answer. I didn't have an answer. I was absolutely stumped.
She had asked a question that every one of us who believe in God will dare to ask sooner or later. If God is good and God is great why do innocent people suffer. So many have given an effort to explain why God won't or can't protect innocent people.
I didn't have an answer for that mother that day. I'm not sure that I have an answer today, but I have given it a lot of thought. I'd like to share with you three quick responses to the question, "If God is great and God is good, why do the innocent suffer?"
First response: That is a fair question. It’s okay to ask that question. Somewhere we've been given the idea that if we ask why the innocent suffer, it is a sign of unbelief or a challenge to God. Not so. The Bible asks the question often. Even Jesus quoted the 22nd Psalm, as he hung on the cross, "My God, my God, why have you abandoned me?" It’s a fair question. Not a question of unbelief or a challenge to God.
Second response: I don’t know. The Bible never gives an answer. I don't know why the innocent suffer, but I do know that sandwiched up against the blackness of evil is the brightness of good. Ultimately I do know that God will not leave evil unanswered. I think there is a day coming when all of the crooked things will be made straight, all of the dark things will be made bright, and all of the innocent will be vindicated. I think that is what the cross of Christ is all about, and the resurrection is God's declaration that eventually things will go right.
Third response: Good is God’s character and no matter what happens in this world, that can’t change. What I’m saying is you can focus on the good in God or the evil in the world. I hope you have found enough goodness in the world to choose to keep lighting candles instead of cursing the darkness.“Trey, tell me God won’t take my baby!” I can still hear those word like it was yesterday. If God is great and God is good, why do the innocent suffer? That is a fair question. I don't know, but I do know there is a goodness in this world that cannot be explained outside of a God who loves you and me. So it’s okay to hold up your head and go forward.
Friday, December 08, 2006
Oh, What Is That Smell...Christ?
“For we are to God the aroma of Christ among those who are being saved and those who are perishing…” ~ 2 Corinthians 2:15I made a mad dash this morning for a donut from the local bakery. As I walked in the door I noticed that the aroma from the donuts were thick in the air. As always, that “donut” smell has a way of attaching itself to you for the rest of the day. No matter where I go or who I bump into, they will know I’ve been to the donut shop today. The smell is undeniable. When I go home for lunch, my wife will know where I’ve been today by smelling not asking. After school my kids will take one smell and say, “Dad, why didn’t you bring us a donut?” One thing is for sure, that smell will stay with me till I shower tonight. It’s an amazing aroma.
Paul said that as God’s children we put off another smell to those around us, the smell of Christ. What fragrance you release is important. And the only way to release a “Christ-aroma” is to be planted in Him, to know His word, and to be intimate with Him. Just like at the bakery, when I’m in close proximity to the donuts I smell like the donuts even when I move away. In the same way, when we are in close proximity to Jesus, who has the sweetest fragrance of them all, we will come away from Him smelling like Him. I don’t know about you, but I want people to “smell” Jesus when they come near me!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Trouble at the Inn
My favorite Christmas story ever is about a young boy named Wally. I don’t know Wally, but I’d sure like to have a heart like his… Here’s the story:
For years now whenever Christmas pageants are talked about in a certain little town in the Midwest, someone is sure to mention the name of Wallace Purling better known as little Wally. It was Wally’s performance in one annual production of the Nativity play that has slipped into the realm of legend. But the old-timers who were in the audience that night never tire of recalling exactly what happened.
Wally was nine that year and in the second grade, though he should have been in the fourth. Most people in town knew that he had difficulty in keeping up. He was big and clumsy, slow in movement and mind.
Wally fancied the idea of being a shepherd in the Christmas pageant that year, but the play’s director, Miss Lumbard, knew that there were too many lines for Wally to memorize. So she assigned him the role of the Innkeeper who only had a couple of lines. For weeks he practiced his part and his lines. Miss Lumbard's biggest concern for the play that year was that Wally didn’t mess his part up and therefore embarrass himself.
It just so happened that the whole town had turned out the night of the big production. No one on stage or off was more caught up in the magic of the night than little Wallace Purling. Then the time came when Joseph appeared, slowly, tenderly guiding Mary to the door of the inn. Joseph knocked hard on the wooden door set into the painted backdrop. Wally the Innkeeper was there, waiting.
“What do you want?” Wally said, swinging the door open with a gruff gesture.
“We seek lodging.”
“Seek it elsewhere.” Wally looked straight ahead but spoke vigorously. “The inn is filled.”
“Sir, we have asked everywhere in vain. We have traveled far and are very weary.”
“There is no room in the inn for you.” Wally looked properly stern.
“Please, good innkeeper, this is my wife, Mary. She is heavy with child and needs a place to rest. Surely you must have some small corner for her. She is so tired.”
Now, for the first time, the Innkeeper relaxed his stiff stance and looked down at Mary. With that, there was a long pause, long enough to make the audience a bit tense with embarrassment.
For years now whenever Christmas pageants are talked about in a certain little town in the Midwest, someone is sure to mention the name of Wallace Purling better known as little Wally. It was Wally’s performance in one annual production of the Nativity play that has slipped into the realm of legend. But the old-timers who were in the audience that night never tire of recalling exactly what happened.
Wally was nine that year and in the second grade, though he should have been in the fourth. Most people in town knew that he had difficulty in keeping up. He was big and clumsy, slow in movement and mind.
Wally fancied the idea of being a shepherd in the Christmas pageant that year, but the play’s director, Miss Lumbard, knew that there were too many lines for Wally to memorize. So she assigned him the role of the Innkeeper who only had a couple of lines. For weeks he practiced his part and his lines. Miss Lumbard's biggest concern for the play that year was that Wally didn’t mess his part up and therefore embarrass himself.
It just so happened that the whole town had turned out the night of the big production. No one on stage or off was more caught up in the magic of the night than little Wallace Purling. Then the time came when Joseph appeared, slowly, tenderly guiding Mary to the door of the inn. Joseph knocked hard on the wooden door set into the painted backdrop. Wally the Innkeeper was there, waiting.
“What do you want?” Wally said, swinging the door open with a gruff gesture.
“We seek lodging.”
“Seek it elsewhere.” Wally looked straight ahead but spoke vigorously. “The inn is filled.”
“Sir, we have asked everywhere in vain. We have traveled far and are very weary.”
“There is no room in the inn for you.” Wally looked properly stern.
“Please, good innkeeper, this is my wife, Mary. She is heavy with child and needs a place to rest. Surely you must have some small corner for her. She is so tired.”
Now, for the first time, the Innkeeper relaxed his stiff stance and looked down at Mary. With that, there was a long pause, long enough to make the audience a bit tense with embarrassment.
“No! Begone!” the prompter whispered from behind the curtain.
“No!" Wally repeated automatically. “Begone!”
Joseph sadly placed his arm around Mary and Mary laid her head upon her husband’s shoulder and the two of them started to move away. The Innkeeper did not return inside his inn, however. Wally stood there in the doorway, watching the desperate couple. His mouth was open, his brow creased with concern, his eyes filling unmistakably with tears.
And suddenly this Christmas pageant became different from all the others.
“Don’t go, Joseph,” Wally cried out. “Bring Mary back.” And Wallace Purling’s face grew into a bright smile. “You can have my room.”
A few old grouches in tiny town thought that the pageant had been ruined. Yet most attending that night considered it the best Christmas pageant they had ever seen.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
I DON'T LIKE CHURCH
I'd like you to meet Cooper! He's my 5 year-old son. Last Sunday on the way to church, Cooper revealed to me something that I didn't know about him. He looked up at me with all seriousness and said, "Dad, I'm sorry, but I just don't like church." I was floored, shocked, and had I not been a preacher, I would have been speechless. So I kindly and calmly asked him, "Son, what is it about church that you just don't like?" He quickly fired back, "The preaching, Dad, it's just too long." At that point I calmly pulled the car over to the side of the road, opened his door and told the little fella, "Get out." Just kidding.
But honestly, what was I to say to my 5 year-old, my own flesh and blood? He'd just told me that he doesn't like church and my preaching stinks! I smiled at Cooper. His big blue eyes told me that he was waiting for some kind of response to his statement. I finally leaned over and told him the truth. "Son," I said, "sometimes I don't like church either." He looked a little surprised. "Really, Dad?" I said, "Yep." And then at that point I did my best to explain to a 5 year-old boy that God still loves him very much and that I still loved him very much. I also told him that as he grows bigger, church and preaching won't be so boring, and he might actually like it. I'm not real sure he believed that last part.
Monday, December 04, 2006
Top 10 Worst Christmas Gifts Ever
Here’s a list of a few items that people said was their worst Christmas gift ever…
10. SELF IMPROVEMENT GIFTS - Nothing says, “I love you” like giving your wife a thigh-master, exercise video or diet book. Even if the package is adorned with multiple bows, it is impossible to give a gift of this class without offending the receiver. A gift or hint of this nature is as subtle as a battering ram and you’ll be sleeping on the couch.
9. HOMEMADE CLOTHING - A no-brainer. Remember Ralphie's pink bunny suit in ''The Christmas Story''? It's safe to say even if your hand-sewn creations are incredible delights, made with love, they will still hate it. So it’s probably best to keep the homemade sweaters and things like this to yourself.
8. PADDED TOILET SEAT – What were you thinking?
7. PUZZLES – A good puzzle can be a great way to get the family together. However, be wary of giving a puzzle to anyone between the ages of 15 to 25. This age group sees the concept of working on a puzzle akin to watching grass grow.
6. SAUSAGE SAMPLE PACK – Sausage is best in small quantities. Very few people really, truly have a need for 10 different kinds of sausage at any one time.
5. CANNED HAM – I didn’t even know this stuff still existed.
4. A ROSIE O'DONNELL sings your favorite Christmas songs CD … there’s a regifter for you!
3. UNDERWEAR - Women typically choose boxer shorts with overly cute designs for men. And men typically choose something too risqué -- your average woman wouldn’t wear them in a million years.
2. USED CLOTHING - One lady said, “The Christmas after my 92-year-old grandmother, Bess, passed away, I received from my grandfather a used nightgown with Bess's name written on the label! The ultimate in "re-gifting"!
1. FRUITCAKE - There is no Christmas gift more vilified, more dreaded, and more prolific than the Fruitcake. It has been said that there is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and people keep sending it to each other.
So, what can you add to this list? Click the “Comments” button and let me know!
10. SELF IMPROVEMENT GIFTS - Nothing says, “I love you” like giving your wife a thigh-master, exercise video or diet book. Even if the package is adorned with multiple bows, it is impossible to give a gift of this class without offending the receiver. A gift or hint of this nature is as subtle as a battering ram and you’ll be sleeping on the couch.
9. HOMEMADE CLOTHING - A no-brainer. Remember Ralphie's pink bunny suit in ''The Christmas Story''? It's safe to say even if your hand-sewn creations are incredible delights, made with love, they will still hate it. So it’s probably best to keep the homemade sweaters and things like this to yourself.
8. PADDED TOILET SEAT – What were you thinking?
7. PUZZLES – A good puzzle can be a great way to get the family together. However, be wary of giving a puzzle to anyone between the ages of 15 to 25. This age group sees the concept of working on a puzzle akin to watching grass grow.
6. SAUSAGE SAMPLE PACK – Sausage is best in small quantities. Very few people really, truly have a need for 10 different kinds of sausage at any one time.
5. CANNED HAM – I didn’t even know this stuff still existed.
4. A ROSIE O'DONNELL sings your favorite Christmas songs CD … there’s a regifter for you!
3. UNDERWEAR - Women typically choose boxer shorts with overly cute designs for men. And men typically choose something too risqué -- your average woman wouldn’t wear them in a million years.
2. USED CLOTHING - One lady said, “The Christmas after my 92-year-old grandmother, Bess, passed away, I received from my grandfather a used nightgown with Bess's name written on the label! The ultimate in "re-gifting"!
1. FRUITCAKE - There is no Christmas gift more vilified, more dreaded, and more prolific than the Fruitcake. It has been said that there is only one fruitcake in the entire world, and people keep sending it to each other.
So, what can you add to this list? Click the “Comments” button and let me know!
Labels: Christmas, Top Ten List
Friday, December 01, 2006
My Kind of Hero
Being the father of 4 boys, I'm always on the lookout for good role models to point out to them. In my search I recently found the story of Ben Hamilton. Ben plays football for the Denver Bronco's. Coming out of college Ben was a 6-foot 5-inch, 285-pound center on the University of Minnesota football team. He was a first team All-American pick by everybody four short years ago.
The magazine Playboy wanted to include him in its issue introducing the All-American team. He said, “No.” He said that he is a Christian and did not want to appear in a magazine that presents photographs of nude women.
Playboy insisted that everything would be presented tastefully and above board. There would be no bunnies involved. It would be a first-class operation. Still, Hamilton said, “It was a hard decision. It just came down to something I didn’t want to be associated with. I’ve seen the magazine and I know what it’s about. It’s not something I want to be a part of.”
He has requested that he not be a part of the group picture and that his name not even be mentioned in the magazine. He has received a lot of criticism, but has also received a lot of praise for standing up for what he believes to be right. His coach, Glen Mason, supported his decision and said, “He has unquestionable character.”
Ben Hamilton has now played for the NFL’s Denver Bronco’s for the past four years. I believe it is good to see a young man stand up for what he believes is right. It is also good to see a positive role model for young people and adults alike. Anybody can simply reflect the culture – I applaud a boy who can play and not be a playboy (Matthew 7:16)!
The magazine Playboy wanted to include him in its issue introducing the All-American team. He said, “No.” He said that he is a Christian and did not want to appear in a magazine that presents photographs of nude women.
Playboy insisted that everything would be presented tastefully and above board. There would be no bunnies involved. It would be a first-class operation. Still, Hamilton said, “It was a hard decision. It just came down to something I didn’t want to be associated with. I’ve seen the magazine and I know what it’s about. It’s not something I want to be a part of.”
He has requested that he not be a part of the group picture and that his name not even be mentioned in the magazine. He has received a lot of criticism, but has also received a lot of praise for standing up for what he believes to be right. His coach, Glen Mason, supported his decision and said, “He has unquestionable character.”
Ben Hamilton has now played for the NFL’s Denver Bronco’s for the past four years. I believe it is good to see a young man stand up for what he believes is right. It is also good to see a positive role model for young people and adults alike. Anybody can simply reflect the culture – I applaud a boy who can play and not be a playboy (Matthew 7:16)!
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