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A normal night?

December 25, 2013 Leave a comment

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Stars twinkled in the twilight sky as the wind softly blew back the shepherd’s hair. The night was calm and so were the sheep. They grazed and softly chewed on the green grass. This was the good grass. Each of the shepherds sat there looking upon their flock with heavy eyes as sleep beckoned to take them for a while. It was another night just like all the others, or so they thought.

Suddenly, out of seemingly nowhere, came a bright light. It scared the flock as they jumped back and scattered. The shepherds fell back and out of their half sleep supposing that possibly this was a dream, but it wasn’t.

The bright light was everywhere around them. It seemed that darkness had disappeared and daylight had suddenly appeared. From within the bright light a figure appeared. The figure was the form of a strong man; a man of war. Terrible and strong he looked and authority was clothed upon him. A deep voice came from the figure and the shepherds shook with fear.

It was an angel from God and he began to speak. He told the shepherds to not be afraid that he had come to share good news. A baby would be born in the city of David, Bethlehem. And that baby is the Christ. As a sign, the baby would be wrapped in tightly wrapped cloth and would be laying in the feeding trough of a barn.

Instantly, there was an army of angels with the one and they were singing the most beautiful songs the shepherd’s had ever heard. The songs praised and magnified God.

Then as quick as everything appeared, it disappeared. Light went back to darkness. The wind softly blew and the sheep continued grazing. The shepherds rubbed their eyes as they adjusted back to the night sky.

One of the shepherds turned to the others and said “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this happen which the Lord has made known to us.”

They hurried and made provisions for their sheep and headed toward the city of Bethlehem.

As they walked up toward the barn, they saw a lady and a man near a feeding trough. Inside the feeding trough was a new born baby, wrapped in tight cloth.

The Shepherds knew in their heart that this was it. They looked upon the child in awe. This wasn’t a normal baby. This wasn’t just another night. They were looking at the messiah.

This Christmas, let something happen that maybe has never happened to you before. Listen to the voices of the angels as they proclaim the King. Listen to the pulling in your heart as you are drawn to Him. If you listen and heed the promise of heaven, you may find yourself at the exact same place the shepherds did.

At the feet of Jesus.

Fire

December 21, 2013 Leave a comment

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Burning and tingling sensations feel our inner heart. Our ears hear the winds of the spirit as it encompasses around us. Where we once felt loneliness and despair, we feel peace. Where confusion once enveloped our every thought, we have understanding. So is it when the fire of God envelopes us and burns within our soul. So it is with His spirit.

Words

December 3, 2013 Leave a comment

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Words. We say them every day. We read them in every book. We hear them when we speak to one another.

When we pick up a dictionary, it is full of them. We use them for good. We use them for bad. We use them to teach. We use them to scold. We use words every day. It is how we communicate to each other.

Jesus used them to talk to the disciples. He used them to teach the people. He told stories that people could remember with lessons they would never forget. Jesus used words to explain the gift of salvation in such simple terms, that children understood every word.

When Jesus left this earth, he left the gift of words with the disciples. They used words to teach other disciples and to teach new followers. They often spoke words and they often wrote words. They used words to spread Jesus’ message to others.

Thousands of years later, here we are. We use words when we text each other. We use words when we send emails. We use words when we pick up the phone and make a call. We use words every day of our life.

I’ve had the privedge to understand that my calling is to use words like the disciples did, like His followers did, like Jesus did. I count it an honor and a duty. I know I’m unworthy and there are others that can do it better than I. But His words let me know it’s what I must do.

What words have been spoken to you that have echoed through the valleys of time? What words ring in your ears calling you to a purpose greater than your own? Open your ears and open your eyes. Let the words be written on the walls of your heart. Hear His words and you’ll find your purpose.

We all breathe and we all bleed

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Are we really that different? We think we are. Some have college education. Some work in ditches. Sometimes that is the same person. Some have money; most don’t. We tend to place people in “classes” that we have created with our mind. We do it in our physical world and also do it in the spiritual world. We classify some as holy and some as sinners. I’m talking here within the church. We tend to have confidence in this person, but not that person. We look with our eyes and judge with our heart. We sure have things backwards.

1 Samuel 16:7
But the Lord said unto Samuel, Look not on his countenance, or on the height of his stature; because I have refused him:for the Lord seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the Lord looketh on the heart.

If God looks at the heart shouldn’t we? But you ask, how should I judge them if I can’t see the heart? Well, that’s the point. We’re not supposed to judge.

What do we do then? What is the answer? It’s simple, really. We need to quit doing God’s job for him. We’re not qualified. He didn’t call us to judge people. In fact, he warned us not to. We have a limited view. We can’t see what He sees. Then what is our job? Witness to people. Give them hope. Encourage them. Tell them to keep going. There’s an invisible hand at work that will take care of the rest.

He left the 99

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The grass tasted wonderful. Not because it was better than any of the other grass the sheep had eaten but because it was on the other side. The sheep was now free. He didn’t have to worry about being confined to the one area that he was always in. He could now go where he wanted and do what he wanted. No strings. No leashes. No chains. He was free to go where he wanted.

As the sheep continued to eat grass, he wondered into a rocky area. The grass seemed to be untouched in this area. He weaved through rocks and weeds. He found a green patch that was perfectly away from everything. This was the greenest grass he had ever seen. There were rocks on all but three sides. The area got just enough sunlight to nourish the grass and enough shade to keep it from getting too dry.

The sheep began to eat and then eat more. The grass tasted good, but how good is one blade of grass to another? But to the sheep, this grass was different. He was so busy eating that he didn’t notice what was standing nearby. The three rocks provided protection on three sides, but the fourth side was open and this is where the sheep had his back. The wolf creeped up and crouched when it looked like the sheep would turn and spot him. The sheep’s ear twitched when he heard the wolf behind him. He turned around and saw the squinted eyes and protrouding teeth as the wolf looked to make a meal. The sheep squeeled and backed into the rocks. The wolf creeped forward. The sheep tried to back up more, but there was no room. The wolf creeped even closer. He looked the sheep up and down as saliva filled his mouth. He thought of which area would taste the best as he plotted the kill. He prepared to pounce as he lined up the fatal shot. As he began to spring forward the edge of a staff appeared and struck him in the side. The wolf fell down in anguish but turned to finish off the sheep. Kneeling between the wolf and the sheep was a young shepherd. His staff was in front of him and the sheep behind him. The wolf growled and looked to attack again. The shepherd held his staff strong and struck at the wolf again; this time hitting him in the nose. The wolf, with eyes watering, backed up. He surveyed the situation but knew that another attack would be useless. He turned and retreated.

I Don’t Know

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Those three words are hard to say. We want to be able to know the answer and to give it to others. Too many times in life we open our mouth and give advice when we really don’t know the answer. Maybe we’re afraid we’ll look dumb or that we have to have an answer. Maybe the answer is that we don’t know.

Sometimes tragedies happen and people die. Sometimes relationships don’t work out. Sometimes we don’t get the job we thought we should have gotten. Sometimes…

The problem we have is that we correlate I don’t know as something negative. Maybe it’s a good thing. Maybe we’re not supposed to know. Job thought he knew alot so God asked him some questions.

Job 38

Then the LORD answered Job out of the whirlwind, and said, Who is this that darkeneth counsel by words without knowledge? Gird up now thy loins like a man; for I will demand of thee, and answer thou me. Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding. Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it? Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof…

This is just the beginning. The questions get harder from there.

I’m sure Job gave a second thought to his answers. Shouldn’t we? It’s ok to say we don’t know, because we don’t. We think we’re smart and we’re afraid of looking dumb. But sometimes, or should I say oftentimes, God’s plan is so big and so complex that we can’t even start to fathom how it all works.

To end this post I’m going to answer the question that I know you’re wanting to ask. Your question may be ‘Why are you writing this and what do you want me to get from it?’

My answer: ‘I don’t know’.

One

February 13, 2013 Leave a comment

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One. It’s the simplest of all numbers. If you look at it there is nothing lower, except zero, and infinite past it. For all the wise ones out there, yes, you can have less than one in numeric values but I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about whole numbers. I know, I know, you’re wondering where I’m going with this. I’m kind of wondering that myself. So let’s try this.

 

Let’s say someone you really love gave you one of something. Not two, three or even four. One. This person is someone you really care about and you really like that one thing they gave you. What would you do with it? Would you throw it away? Would you give it to someone else and let them decide what happens to it? You’re not going to get this one thing ever again. Would it be worth something to you? Would you hate it or cherish it?

 

I’m gonna give you a curve ball and change directions, slightly. I’ve been thinking alot lately about how fast things are going by. It seems like yesterday that I was running around in the yard throwing a football or riding my bike down the street looking for a curb to jump. I’m now in my late thirties. It’s not old by any means but it’s not young either. I’m sure you sometimes think the same thing. Where have the years went? Another thing I think about is ‘what have I done with those years’? I’ve done some good and I’ve made some mistakes. Sometimes it feels like more mistakes than good. But a thought kept coming to my mind. In fact, a number kept coming to my mind. One. I have one life and only one life. When it ends, it ends. I have one chance to leave an impression on the world. Only one. When I die people will come to the funeral, say a few things and then they’ll put me in the ground and cover me up. Then they’ll go on with their lives. It’s the way it is. The same will happen to you. I’m not trying to be sad or anything, but it’s the way it is.

 

I’m going to shock you now and go slightly away from the one theory. You ready?

 

You’ve been given two gifts, not just one. The first gift you’ve been given is life. When you were born you gasped air in for the first time and have been breathing ever since. You’ve lived for a number of years, had many good and sometimes bad experiences, but you’re alive. You’re breathing the breath of life this very second.

 

The second gift you’ve been given is different, or maybe not too different, than everyone else. When you were designed you were placed with a talent. That talent is deep inside of you. Every so often it tries to get your attention, but if you’re like the rest of us you feel you’re not good enough and you quiet it down. This second gift was given to you by a higher power. This gift was given to you to share with others and to help others. You already know this. You may not have discovered your gift yet or you may know what it is and are afraid to act on it. Either way, you have to use it. If you don’t know what it is, you have to find it. You have one life and one gift. Some have more than one gift, but everyone has at least one.

 

Will you use your gift or will it be buried with you? People are waiting for your help.

 

 

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