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A Narrow Pew?


Christians often appear to others as narrow, confined or constricted. While that may be true Jesus wasn’t cramped or limited.

Those who exemplify the scant lifestyle are sitting in the pews of patterned behavior and customs.  “Pomp and Ceremony” have their place and are to be reckoned with. However, when it becomes a hindrance to growth, maturity or lessons learned maybe the conventional mannerisms should be tested.

Wisdom is learned over time. However not all is assigned in a classroom or sitting in a church pew. The basics may surface from many Sunday sermons but understanding and knowledge are examined in the field of God’s university. The trouble with it is you never graduate.

Jesus seemed to enjoy sitting on rocks, a hillside or standing in a boat to render his teachings. The local Ethan Allen’s or Haverty’s were unavailable to deliver the latest in outdoor pew décor.

Just as pews sit better indoors, so it is with our hearts. The belief we are to grow from the outside-inward is backwards. God takes our hearts while sitting in the pews of his church to cultivate our souls from the inside- out.

It doesn’t matter where you sit or stand. What counts is allowing God to “narrow” our work, interests and purpose for a time to center ourselves in an inner circle with him only. From that point, he molds us into the design he created for each one individually.

Society has all but perfected the universal movements and large activities of our grandiose habits. Find “Your place in this world” and then learn how to deal with it; like teaching a baby to run before it crawls.

Michael W. Smith – Place In This World *original music video*

Order is a major component of God’s laws. As buildings are constructed from the ground up or bread is made from scratch; so it is with God’s eternal words. We must soak them internally before we can present them externally.

Part of this process includes stripping our personal desires and interests from the outside until we are wrapped inside by his glory. In other words, get rid of self. The only manner of achieving this is by “narrowing” our purpose and goals to draw more and more to him.

This craft is not seen or welcomed by today’s culture. One stuck in this sphere of exterior platitudes ignores the thought of being “chipped” away from the inside-out.

Yet, the pleasure of God’s grace will not be experienced by one who refuses the time and effort in unloading baggage. His interior sphere is holy and sacred waiting for the chosen few who are willing to attach themselves to his cross of pain, agony and persecution. It is in that “crown of thorns” where hearts are transformed, souls are purified and a friendship is born unlike any other.

From his wreath of friendship cultivates within us his adorned character and banter personality.

As the furniture maker artistically covers the pew with a lasting, smooth finish, we too are shielded and protected by the veil of God’s love.

When God said “let us make man in our image” Genesis 1:26 he was giving us his “personal touch.”

And that touch is far and wide.

http://identitylovefaith.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/seven-hundred-thousand-roses/

http://samuelatgilgal.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/danger/

http://diasolifeontheborder.org/2012/11/28/church-on-a-bus-in-tijuana/

http://diaryofasuperchamp.wordpress.com/2012/11/28/superchamp-musing-law-keeping-or-word-keeping/

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The Miracle in the Chair


Man in rocking chair

Have been gone a few days visiting my parents and family. It is always good to go home. Now, back in my own home, there is much to catch up on and more going on than I can speak of. Fatigue is the order of the day right now even when trying to catch up.

My dad has a rocking chair by the window of their den he sits in and has for many years. He smokes a pipe and even though I wish he wouldn’t the aroma of “Sir Walter Raleigh” is like his signature trait. He has a table beside the chair used for his ash tray, pipe tobacco, kleenex, nasal spray and a clock that is actually my mom’s that dad kept for himself. It is the spot that holds the picture of him that remains with me all the time; until last July 2010 when I didn’t know if he would ever sit there again.


At night I sit on the couch across from my 85 year old father watching him intently as he would navigate the screen of a laptop. It is the laptop he never thought he would enjoy, much less use. After 18 months of going from knocking on the door of death to looking and feeling better than he did before he became ill, he has a new perspective on life. Learning how to use a laptop has been a God send and offered a new learning experience.

He religiously walks everyday, does his exercises from his chair and has the appetite of a horse. Yesterday after I left he joined my brother at the Country Club to hit a few golf balls. 6 months ago we didn’t know if he would be up and moving around much less swinging a club.

golf ball, at Ruth Lake Country Club

His desire to live has catapulted his recovery but we all know who gave him that. For the first time in my presence dad asked about what all had happened to him because he was so doped up with meds for almost 2 months he remembers very little. I told him it was ok that he doesn’t remember because we do. I then staunchly told him, “don’t ever do that again!”

He apologized for putting the entire family through so much but mom and I let him know how glad we are he is still with us and doing so well.

It was fun showing him new techniques on his laptop.  My daughter signed him up for “skype” which turned out to be even more fun and truly amazing for both of them! She skyped him from her apartment at college which brought out laughter and joy even for our daughter’s friends! The 15 minutes we communicated with her through cyber space were like drinking the first 6oz bottled coke years ago out of the coke machine my dad had at his car business. It was surreal and a moment in time that can’t be replaced.

My time with them is precious but I also know where we are all going. God has been so good to my family; there are many waiting for us in Heaven. For now I am thrilled to see my dad sitting in his rocker living out the miracle of extended life God has given him.