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Is there anything worth laughing about?


Sometimes you just have to laugh! LOL!

I know the world around us is no reason to laugh right now, but someone has to be cheerful or how will anyone see the light?

Our Pastor spoke this past weekend of how funny God must be. I agree with him.

Think about it.laughing

The Bible is full of far-fetched and at times preposterous stories!

What right minded, stable adult would believe God actually parted the Red Sea?

What Ivy League Professor would be able to accept this guy who ran from God ended up in a huge fish?

And how about Daniel? Thrown in the Lion’s Den and they weren’t hungry?

Growing up I never thought twice about “not” believing any of the Bible. It was what it is.

I never questioned the validity of Adam and Eve living in a perfect garden until Eve talked to a slithery snake or David knocking out a giant with a slingshot.

However, as an adult now I can see why some people might question the accounts of Paul and Silas chained to a dungeon wall praising God in the middle of the night as a fairytale, legend or narrative.

Imagine waking up one morning thinking, “I’ll join the Peace Corp; go to China and teach Farsi.

Or write on your to-do list for your spouse,

“Honey, I am going to California to pan for gold. Be back soon!”

Your other half may be glad you find gold but think “have you lost your mind?”

So it is with God’s great imagination and unlimited eye-catching scenes. Many have found his ingenious resourcefulness to be improbable.

Revelation 1: 5 “and from Jesus Christ, who is the faithful witness, the firstborn from the dead, and the ruler of the kings of the earth.”

Whose idea was it to create a perfect world?

Or part the Red Sea?

How did Jonah get into that whale and survive 3 days? (Just the thought of what he might have been sitting in is revolting)

Not only are these tales true, they are miraculous, bizarre, extraordinary and clever!

The Bible is one big story with one Big God as the writer and administrator.

If God is the author of such awesome exploits, would that imply he has a wit about him? A side of slapstick satire? A source of comicality or sparkle?

So here we are in a world of disarray, nations falling apart with people who have no clue, where is God?
What is he up to?

Parting the Nile?

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A Funny Thing Happened on the Road to becoming a Disciple


Ask the Apostle Paul about it and he might answer,

Yea, you won’t believe what happened to me on the road to Damascus. All of a sudden I was thrown off my horse and blinded. Then, Jesus spoke to me and told me to stop persecuting him. As if that wasn’t life changing enough, he told me to go and tell the world about him. ”

Now who would believe a story like that?

The same person who believes God threw a man into a whale and 3 days later spit him out.

It isn’t easy being a disciple.

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Certain responses come with the territory of spreading God’s word.

Persecution

Unbelief

Labels like “he’s a real lunatic, crazy or he’s just really lost it.”

Isolation

Ridicule

Anger


Why does this occur?

Most people, even Christians don’t volunteer to seek the spiritual. Instead they follow Paul’s religiosity until God knocks them off their “horse of pride.”  His example sets a precedence of idiot causes. Prior to his conversion he was considered a highbrow scholar who incited such mass murders as was done to Stephen. He wasn’t a nice guy.

The non-converted Paul would fit well in today’s society. He would be a pioneer of radical bigotry; a smooth two faced graduate of an Ivy League University with Honors. President of his class, he is persuasive and charming.  He always gets the girl.

His conversion would not meet with a grandiose reception. Blacklisted, ousted and seen as a traitor, his Doctorate Degree in Religious Studies soon becomes a joke.

Paul, the ‘Man of the Hour” has turned into a “Jesus Freak.”

So what really happened on Paul’s journey to Damascus?

The notable society of Paul “wanna-be’s” probably believed he had changed, but a transformation like his was the beginning of “Kingdom Discipleship.”

Earthly discipleship is viewing spiritual things with natural eyesight.

In other words, serving man instead of God.

“Kingdom Discipleship” is training to see the natural from a spiritual set of eyes or serving God.

Earthly discipleship is running rampant. The veil remains on many  faces.
(2 Corinthians 3)

Paul spent years after his conversion learning how to look through spiritual eyes.

Like Paul, when we seek and yearn for God’s presence, a natural shift takes place. Over time, a spiritual metamorphosis occurs and the veil is lifted.

It may be gradual but the world begins to look different. Your opinion changes or at times it  can do a 180. What you saw before was covered or making sense of life’s issues was impossible. A key component of knowing you have graduated is the frustration of trying to explain to others how different it all looks to you now.  You might find yourself in conversations screaming, “don’t you see this? It is clear as a bell!”

All of a sudden life will make sense even in the midst of hell.

All of a sudden the central reason or purpose for any of us existing, CLICKS.

All of a sudden, the world is connected to that one person; Jesus.

If you will volunteer to seek God on your own, you won’t end up getting thrown off your horse like Paul.

And once the veil is removed?

Start working on that “Kingdom Discipleship Doctorate.”

Yeah.  And you thought you were finished with school. LOL!

doctor of Ministry

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Stained Plans-In admiration of Heather McCoy


Years ago I spent my summers working in our church conference center. Many wonderful and endearing friendships came out of those memorable seasons. And also some real jerks.

And there he was.  The man of my dreams.

Girls flocked around him.

Guys envied him.

Me? I just wanted him to notice me.

When he finally did, I knew I had met my first love. Ugh. Gag.

The next year in high school would be a very long one. Knowing that seeing him wouldn’t be until the next summer was excruciating.  UPDATE: he spoke to me one time.

The future held no other course but to once again see him from a distance.

What could be wrong? He came from a very prestigious family. Intelligent. Political minded. He spoke with clarity and as if he knew more than most. His looks sure didn’t hurt. He was perfect.

The last summer before college he was there. He had a girlfriend. She was there too.

My dream was shattered.

The first semester of college was extraordinary.

These were the days when you actually went on dates to get ice cream, or a good meal 25 miles away considering the food we ate was well, “mystery meat?”

Half way through the semester one of the college staff members invited me to a homecoming game at a nearby arch rival college.

Making a quick trip to the hot dog and coke stand but who do I run into?

Yes. He was right in front of me. And this time he really noticed.

He asked me for my phone number.

He called. We went out 5 times. Our last date he became angry over the most ridiculous and trivial matter. He dropped me off in front of my dorm and drove off. I never saw or heard from him again.

Good riddance jerk.

The pattern of always needing something to look forward to ran through my veins until one day God showed me that was no way to live.

Attempting to have a calendar of “fun” was forcibly changed.  Survival mode had set in.

Soon, the joys of looking forward to anything good became thoughts of waking up without being scolded or yelled at by a sinister husband.

That changed into thoughts of how soon and quickly can I leave him.

Once I became a single parent, even the daily hardships were so much better than what I had lived through with a possessive, controlling, compulsive liar.

10 years into the role of being everything to everyone, I yearned for peace and quiet; to be honest I wanted to run away. For most single parents, this is the life led.  Exhaustion, weariness, inability to do it all and unmistakably labeled. By then, just waking up and realizing I was still alive was my future plans.

I had all but forgotten what it was like to remotely think of having a vacation, or a day to myself. In fact, those thoughts rarely occurred and when they did I laughed it off as a silly notion. HOW DARE I THINK OF HAVING, MUCH LESS PLANNING A DAY TO MYSELF?

The man who knows the value of a good meal, is the man who is starving.

The woman who is ill knows the value of good health.

The family who lives in poverty knows the importance of having a roof over their heads.

Now the truth is I don’t make plans. God broke me of doing it so long ago that living one day at a time is my plan. Or God’s plan.

In the midst of all the years of pain, loss and difficulties God taught me so often we make plans that are stained with greed, selfishness and personal promotion.

Whatever our plan may be, if God isn’t in it, it will never live up to our expectations. Disappointment will be a dominate factor until we make up our minds to ask God what he wants us to do.

Blessings pour from the abundance God has for us as we learn that his ways and thoughts are always better than ours. Living for God one day at a time rejects any idea we are missing out on anything or are settling for less.

Heather McCoy is a perfect example of living life one day at a time. She understands the true meaning and importance of health.  While most of us take breathing for granted, Heather has waited her 20 years on earth to be able to breathe normally. She aligned her plans with God’s mission which has proven to be a miracle of healing.

Her walk has been in the classroom of God’s “divine nature.” She graduated from the college of God’s chosen.

As she continues to improve and recover from a double-lung transplant, her story is reaching people all over the globe offering hope, joy unspeakable and a love for living life as God intended; as a true disciple.

Heather’s cross has been heavier than most to bear but she learned early on from the Master Cross Bearer how to carry it better than anyone I have ever seen.

The musician and the singer. CF transplant buddies. Friends forever. — with Nicole Marie and Heather McCoy.

The musician and the singer. CF transplant buddies. Friends forever. — with Nicole Marie and Heather McCoy.


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Just Stand


Recently an incident occurred at the college my husband works for.

Having been employed for close to 6 years, the students know who he is. This particular Tech school has around 4,000 students and is thriving.

As the Director over 4 departments including the Bookstore he knows many of the students as well.561742_338331566277061_1940289004_n

The bookstore is connected to a very large Food court. Students can meet to see friends, enjoy a snack or lunch and take a break between classes.  From the front of the bookstore you can visually see the activity in the food court due to the glass windows.

Now my husband is a large fellow, 6 feet tall with strong arms and muscular. Along with a compelling physique God blessed him with a deep educated voice. His resilient nature sounds off when he speaks. The staff and students are well aware of his management skills and prolific professionalism.  And no one messes with him.

He has a separate office away from the bookstore. If his employees need him he is available to walk over from his office to help. This particular day he was in the store.

Lunchtime had arrived and the food court was lined with hungry classmates meeting for that mid-day soft drink and a slice of pizza. He told me it was crowded as I have witnessed this myself.

All of a sudden it got louder as two college girls decided to fight over their “gangsta boyfriend.”  Evidently the boys like it when their girls fight over them; yea go figure. These 2 girls were yelling back and forth and eventually were in each other’s face.  The rest of those in the food court were watching in anticipation to see what they would do.

One of his employees witnessing this brawl-to-be motioned to Mark to look out into the food court.  As the noise grew  the scene played out until…..duck-dynasty

Mark opened the door from the bookstore into the food court. He walked out a few feet, crossed his arms and began to stare at these two boxing women. Without saying a word he just stood there. His stalwart and intense presence indicated he was not happy.

Immediately upon seeing him, the room went silent.  The two girls stopped and walked away from each other. Slowly but quietly the students began to leave.

As he continued to stand there with his piercing eyes and fierce position, peace entered the room as the food court became completely empty and silent.

Needless to say, word traveled fast of how he had charismatically stood inaudibly and cleared the room.

After hearing him tell us this story, the thought came to me of how he never questioned NOT intervening, he just intervened.  The truth is he is a very humble man; he has worked hard his entire life to get where he is without boasting but don’t mess with him.

The reality is he used his God given qualities to prevent what could have been a bloody mess.

It was not about him.

He is so sure of his faith in God he knew God would show up.

He kept his mouth shut and allowed God to flow through him.

He stood. He didn’t move.

He was confident God would do what he couldn’t do himself from a human standpoint.

Just stand.

Ephesians 6: 13 “Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand.”

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