Baseball, Hotdogs, Apple Pie and Chevrolet

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Today was an American adventure.  My family went to a Memorial Day parade in Dacula, Georgia.  There were flags, marching bands, local beauty contest winners riding in convertibles, there were tractors, horses, Yaarabs, cheerleaders, cool classic cars, karate teams, baseball teams, soldiers, tanks, jeeps, parade floats and anything else that you could think of in an American parade.  There were hundreds of people celebrating.

Afterwards my wife’s family got together and we had hamburgers, HOTDOGS and other picnic favorites.  While the kids swam in the pool the old dogs like me stayed close by the widescreen and watched BASEBALL (the Braves).  OK, so there was no APPLE PIE, but we had all sorts of cheese cake and brownies for dessert.  Later in the afternoon I had to make a run to Wal-Mart to buy a battery for my CHEVROLET truck, so that I am able to drive to work tomorrow.

I was privileged to have an American adventure today because several men and women died for the freedoms that you and I have in this country.  For those people and there loved ones I am grateful.

This day also reminds me of a more important freedom.  Freedom from death and hell.  Jesus Christ paid the price for all the sins of the world and that is the ultimate freedom that makes me an heir to God and keeps me from what I deserve for my sins.

God Bless the USA and thank you Jesus for your sacrifice.

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Leaky Shower Faucets

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I hate home improvement.  Don’t get me wrong, I love to see a talented person build or rebuild something, but I hate having junk like a leaky faucet hanging over my head.  aahh…cute huh?

I spent from eight o’clock until almost twelve o’clock on a Tuesday night trying to fix a leaky shower.  The one day I get off to spend with my kids at the first of the week and I blew it.  I had no idea it would take so long and that I would make it worse than it was before I put it back together.  Now I still have to call a plumber and I wasted precious time with my boys.

My dad tried to put the guilt trip on me when I was younger about doing a few things myself to save a buck here or there.  Occassionally it can be a good thing, but most of the time it’s not worth it.  Everything is designed to break or be serviced almost right after it’s purchased.  The only problem is that I don’t have the tools or know the technique for getting it done quickly.  Time with my family is worth much more than saving a few dollars doing something I have no expertise in the first place.

Oh well, I guess I’ll go call a plumber and go outside and throw baseball with my sons.

drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip

Mom……..Mom……..Mom!!!!

How many times  have you heard or said this one?  Mom…..Mom…..Mom!!!  All three moms with different tones.

What a great gift from God!  My Mom and your mom.  Babies are always considered the great gifts in the family and they are, but just knowing that God gave someone to love us like no other and to care and provide security.  There is truly nothing like Mom.

At any given household there is a Mom being summonded for some kid’s personal hygiene, taking care of a scraped knee, watching as there child declares that they can ride their bike with no hands and Moms are there to see and be a part of it all.  Moms are the best!

I am so thankful to God for my Mom.  I am also thankful for Dana, the mother of our two boys and I am thankful for her Mom also.

If you haven’t called your Mom to tell her you love her yet, stop what you’re doing and go make the call.

Where do you belong?

The Preferences post has led me to this and I am more curious than you can imagine.  My good friend, Kurt made this statement that intrigues me and I’m buying.  

“I want to belong to a church that religious people hate and sinners love.”

I am curious to see what the rest of you think.

Come on “Hit Me!” 

I’m in the ministry, I need to hear some feed back on this.

Preferences

Today has been unusually heavy, but I have a God who can carry a ton on His shoulders.

So…let’s have some fun instead of being so theological and smart today!

What are your preferences?

1.  Country or Rock music

2.  Mary Ann or Ginger for a girlfriend for the guys and Gilligan or Professor for a boyfriend for the ladies (of course if you weren’t married)

3.  Georgia Bulldogs or Georgia Tech

4.  KJV or NIV

5.  car or truck

6.  summer or winter

Come on…please play.  I’d love to see what your preferences are.

By the way, check out Newspring Church’s website and see their message on preferences this past Sunday morning.  I’ll warn you they might offend the heck out of you, but it’s worth it.

http://www.newspring.cc/225499.ihtml?ResourceID=1204

Forgiven

FORGIVEN.  What a great word.  I was reminded of how great a word it is at a funeral today. 

Almost a year ago, a friend of mine reached out to his sister in her greatest time of need.  Their relationship had been lacking for several years and they were able to put some pieces back together.  In the meantime, she also began a relationship with Jesus Christ by laying down her own desires and beginning to live for Him.  This week she died and started her new life in eternity.

Thanks to Robert, Nicole, Laura, Adam and your small group and Zion for investing in her.  This week could have been disastrous if you hadn’t.

Her name is Kelly and she lives with Jesus Christ now and it’s all because she was FORGIVEN!!!

Legacy

This song came on today while I was thinking about this very subject and I would like to share it with you.

Legacy, by Nicole Nordeman

I don’t mind if you’ve got something nice to say about me
And I enjoy an accolade like the rest
You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Of all the who’s who and so-n-so’s that used to be the best
At such ‘n such…it wouldn’t matter much
I won’t lie, it feels alright to see your name in lights
We all need an “Atta boy” or “Atta girl”
But in the end I’d like to hang my hat on more besides
the temporary trappings of this world

I want to leave a legacy
How will they remember me?
Did I choose to love?
Did I point to you enough to make a mark on things?
I want to leave an offering
A child of mercy and grace who blessed Your name unapologetically
And leave that kind of legacy

I don’t have to look too far or too long awhile
To make a lengthy list of all that I enjoy
It’s an accumulating trinket and a treasure pile
Where moth and rust, thieves and such will soon destroy

Not well traveled, not well read, not well-to-do or well bred
Just want to hear instead, “Well done” good and faithful one

This is what I focus on.  I want this more than anything.  What do the people in your life, that know the real you think?  Do they believe that you want to live a legacy for the Lord or do they wonder if you’ll ever be able to get out of your comfort zone and temporary successes.  I hope it’s the latter for you and for me.  I want to hear “Well done.”  How about you?