Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
A Sunday morning in Alabama. Notice Baby Bop. She was a constant companion for several years. I didn't always buy things in Walmart, but somehow when she saw Baby Bop and asked for it, I knew it was something special. And it was.
These were the Chinese girls that were in my chemistry class during their visit to our city. The one in orange, Selia, I still keep up with. She sends me little gifts and I send things back. We also exchange emails.
Andrew right before leaving for Iceland on a missions trip.
Andrew's graduation with his grandma and papa.
Mary Lee's graduation with her family
We used to make a bunny cake every year at Easter out of two round cakes. You may be able to tell that the ears and bow can be cut out of one of the cakes. That particular year it happened to be a "bunny brownie," and if I remember right this is about the last year that we did this. Sometime if I get particularly enthusiastic, I will hunt up all the bunny cake pictures and post them in sequence. Don't count on that any time soon.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
Often a person will say of a book, “I couldn’t put it down.” However, someone who reads RADICAL, by David Platt, may actually prefer to put it down, quickly, because the truths contained in it are almost too eye-opening and jarring. This is a book that, in the words of one reviewer, makes the reader alternately say “Amen!” and then “Ouch!”
Platt’s epiphany for this book came on a mountain in India. After seeing so many people in the cities close by, he realized that it is time to “Wake up and realize that there are infinitely more important things in your life than football and a 401(k). Wake up and realize there are real battles to be fought, so different from the superficial, meaningless ‘battles’ [we] focus on. Wake up to the countless multitudes who are currently destined for a Christless eternity.” (p. 15)
We have become so accustomed to our amenities and cushioned lives. Is God’s Word alone enough for us? Platt says, “This is the question that often haunts me . . . What if we take away the cool music and the cushioned chairs? What if the screens are gone and the stage is no longer decorated? What if the air conditioning is off and the comforts are removed? Would His Word still be enough for people to come together?” Platt’s church actually tried to answer this question by gathering for what they called “Secret Church.” On a Friday night they met from 6:00 to midnight and did nothing but study the Bible and pray for the persecuted church around the world.
The result? So many people showed up that now they must limit participants to advance sign-up. They discovered that when we really recognize the Gospel for what it is – God coming to us instead of us finding a path to Him – contemporary Christian sales pitches just don’t satisfy anymore. Much of our effort amounts to “Pray this prayer, sign this card, walk down this aisle, and accept Jesus as your personal Savior.” Our attempts to reduce the gospel to a shrink-wrapped presentation no longer seem appropriate.
Platt also reminds us that living in America we have fallen prey to the American Dream: There is no limit to what we can accomplish. While there is nothing wrong with working hard, we subtly believe that our ability and our hard work are all that we need. We forget that God has said “I am the vine; you are the branches . . . apart from me you can do nothing.” He called upon His disciples to give up their all – why do we think that we are any different?
I had heard of this book a number of times before being given a copy at Christmas. I had heard that it is a must-read for a serious Christian, and have found that to be true. Those who desire to know God in more than a superficial way should absolutely read RADICAL. And even as you want to quit reading, you will not be able to put it down.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Monday, March 21, 2011
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Now, it seems like the time change really does bother me, even without kids around.
I always love the Monday night after time change. The dramatic difference in darkness or lack thereof doesn't really seem real on Sunday night. But the difference in circumstances around the time of the 6:00 news on Monday is when I realize - the time really is different.
It would seem like we could stay on one or the other. I'd opt for daylight savings time year round.
I am now going to bed to make up for the effects of the time change. Or for whatever reason. Who cares if it's early - fatigue has set in - blame it on daylight savings time.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
"I’ve brought a few of these versions home with me from time to time over the years and and set them next to my old KJV. But when the time comes to grab “my Bible” I know which one that is. It’s the leather-bound Old Scofield — the same Bible that my dad preached from for all those years when I was growing up. It’s the one with the “thees” and “thous” and thunder and blood and power and majesty in its pages. I’ll be disappointed if when I finally meet Abraham and Moses and Paul they don’t all sound like Alexander Scourby."