Monday, July 28, 2014

Bucket LIST

On the way home tonight, I thought about my bucket list.  I couldn't think of any place I needed to visit, or any degree I needed to get, or any title that I had to have in order to make my life complete.  What came to me were these other things.  And the more I thought about them, the more I wanted to write them down.  We all need a bucket list of some sort.  So, without further ado..

my bucket list...


1) To actually write a good book..  I am not talking about one of these self-published do-it-yourself  K-mart specials.  If I do write a book, it will be something of significance--something that will clearly outlive me.  If it isn't that good, then it doesn't need to be published.  And that is fine with me.  But either way, I will write.

It always baffles me when people get all worked up about "being a writer".  I don't want to be known as a writer.  I want to be known as a passionate person who couldn't help but write.  The writing was just a by-product--an overflow of the heart.  It's not the thing itself.  That seems silly to me.

 2) To rescue a child..  I'm not sure how this will happen, but I doubt it will be in the swimming pool or flying out of a helicopter.  What I mean by rescue a child is that a child of some sort will find refuge in our home.  I'm not really sure how that will happen, but I think I will know when it does.  No doubt you will hear about it.

3) To usher someone into heaven..  When someone.. not sure who.. is on their final approach that I would help them find God if they do not know him.  If they know him, I will watch the flight happen with the peace and restfulness that they will be with God soon. I would like to be on the side that says "life" as they get to the other side that says "God"..  I can't think of anything more life-changing than that.  And in my 45 years of living, I have never been there for that scene.

4) To witness the birth of a love story..  To see a young couple go from not knowing each other to truly loving one another.. is something I would like to see happen in my lifetime.  I guess.. I would like to see it happen to someone--especially when they least expect it or thought that love was beyond them. And I want to somehow be on the observation end--not the matchmaking end of it.

5) To empty my wallet..  Some day--in complete faith--I would love to dump everything I own into the offering plate, without fear or care about what will happen next.  I know the widow gave her two mites, but this seems so heroic.. So out there. (This is probably the scariest one so far)

6) To pray all night..  just once.

And this next one is the biggie..

7)To be martyred.    Yes, as crazy as it sounds, I would love to die heroically.

(not today or anything..) But when my time comes, I want to die for the cause of Christ.  And I want to die without fear.  No, I am not suicidal.  No, I don't want to die young.  Yes, there's a lot of problems with this one, but really.. ?   This is how I want to die.  Everyone wants to be raptured, and I get it.  But for me? This is my first choice.


And if you are reading and are completely perplexed, let me assure you, that this is not a new thought for me.  I am completely at peace with it.  And I have absolutely no reason for fear.  Christ has paid the ransom for my sins, and I am more than assured of my eternal destiny.  Christ has provided a way of salvation.  I have received it.  Dying-- the process of dying--especially if it is dragged out and painful-- is scary to me.  But death itself--  is not scary because I have Christ.


Sunday, July 27, 2014

Ode to a beautiful summer evening..

So bright before the sunset

as the day brings forth its end

Its sweetness is illumined

The trees, the leaves, they bend

Breeze wafts through the parlor

The coolness kisses my cheek

I just stop this fleeting moment

As if through clouds, I peek

There aren't just empty chairs

Or shoes just in a pile

Open Bibles, scribbling notes

rippling pages, knowing smiles

Would I trade for streets of gold

the comforts of this life?

My war torn heart, my empty hand

for all life's comforts, void of strife?

Not for a million dollars

would I trade this scene

Take my home, the breeze, the sun--

all life's pleasures would I deem

an unworthy wage, a paltry sum

for heaven's portal, an eternal view

of saints, once sinners, lost in time

giving Him, his praise, his due

Saturday, July 19, 2014

O Lord, you have searched me..

"Oh Lord, you have searched me and known me!
You know when I sit down and when I rise up;
you discern my thoughts from afar.

You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways.." Psalm 139: 1-2

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God is smart.  He knows us.  He knows us so much better than we could ever know ourselves.

The real question is not: Does God know us?  But-- Are we even acknowledging who we are?

And where we are?  And what is happening or not happening all around us?

And can we get over the idea that it is some how self-centered to think on these things?

Self aware is not the same as self-obsessed.

Self awareness frees us from the shackles of delusion. and sin. and extremes. and lack of purpose.

It helps us laugh.. at ourselves.

It frees us up to serve others.  It makes us less introspective, not more.

It helps us get on with our lives and help others.

I know some of you are doubting the reality of what I just said.  But let me say it this way.

We all have "that" friend.  "That friend" has problems.  His/ her problems are obvious to everyone around them, except themselves.  Everyone is afraid to talk about it.  That friend lives in a state of delusion--constantly making decisions that sabotage their true desires.  They are lying--to themselves.

My people-  we are all "that friend"..  We are all that person who lives in a state of delusion in one way or another.  It is time.

It's time to get to the bottom of our own delusions.

Let the searchings of God be the light for you.  Start with this. At least be honest with God.  He won't be surprised.  Remember?  He knows you.

He knows you.