Sunday, January 25, 2009

People have  been giving
have been uploaded on Facebook, I put them on my blogspot too.
My grandaught, Kate Weber, Amanda and Nathan's youngest.
Tinkerbell, I took a picture of the TV screen, zoomed in on Tink.  How cool is that?
This is my grandaughter, Alayna Frederick.  Alyson and David's youngest child.
This is the most beautiful woman in the whole world ever, My wife Vicki.
Angela and Kate in front of the window.  I just love them.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Why Do I ...

Why Do I …


There are a lot of people who have a hard time with Christianity, and I can see why.  In many ways, it is a paradoxical life.  We sin, but the god who judges us also forgives us.  We love him for that, yet we continue to sin.  No one but Christ Jesus is perfect, but he makes us so, but yet we are not.  If I were to base my devotion to God on the actions of people, I don’t think I’d want to be associated with Christianity either. 

It is much more logical to do life dedicated to a cause than religion.  “We are all on one journey, with one destination, one goal: to conquer cancer.”  The “morality” of religion is excellent, and we should aim high, but Noah and the ark?  Moses and the parting of the red sea?  Adam and Eve in a garden?  Jesus and all his miracles?  He rose from the dead?  Are you kidding me?  Love is good.  Peace is awesome, but don’t ask me to pray to some mystical creator. 

On the other hand, how did the universe get into such synchronization?  It looks kinda chaotic, but the moon orbits the earth, always facing the sun, while the earth rotates so perfectly and precisely, that you can set your watch by it.  It oscillates so slightly so that we enjoy four seasons every time the earth goes around the sun.  And all of the stars we see are pretty much right where they were 2000 years ago.  Egyptian astronomers from 4000 years ago looked at the same sun and moon and planets and stars that we see today.  God did that.  It could not have just happened.  He did it, and he recorded it and he gave it to us. 

He made me too.  He breathed and low and behold, here I am.  Here you are.  We didn’t just happen, any more than it just so happens that earth has one moon.  And wow, my thoughts happen.  I know they do.  I tell my wife, or I type them out.  Where did they come from?  Sure, electric impulses surging through the brain, but my thoughts are not random, there is synchronization.  Pictures, or words, sentences and paragraphs, outlined magically.  Education or learning helps, but what’s that all about anyway?  What made me think I needed education?  I THINK because God made me.  He made me into a thinking person.  He gave me … and everybody else, the ability to think … to think on HIM, And then to tell someone.  To write it down, type it out and communicate with him.  He had to have a purpose.  Maybe he made me so that we could communicate. 

Ultimately, my thoughts are to be His thoughts.  That is partly His purpose, I guess.  For me to be like Him, which happens because I get to know Him.  I experience Him through reading the testimony of Him … His word.  The Bible is His word, Christ is His word … I guess then I am His Word.  I am the testimony of HIM.  His purpose is for me to be the testimony of Him.  A living testament.  Wow, I am to be the New Testament!  Maybe that is why Paul said, not to be controlled by wine, but by the Spirit of God.  To let the word of Christ richly dwell within me. 

Why do I do what I do?  Why do I get up in the morning, go to work, go and play, read, rest, eat, drink, love?  Why did I raise a family, love my children, teach my kids all that stuff, and take them to church?  I guess I do what I do to be a testament of God and His Glory.  I don’t think I a very good picture of God, but getting better and better at it is what life is all about.  It is why we live. 

A kung fu master asked his student how he could climb out of a 10-foot deep hole.  The student contemplated the question as they do in kung fu, but could not come up with the answer.  The master told him, ‘you first dig a hole 3 feet deep, and try to jump out.  Once you master that, you dig it a foot deeper and then try to jump out.  You continue until the hole is 10 feet deep and keep on until you master that hole as well.’

Sanctification … the life of a believer is like that.  We fail, over and over, but we keep trying until we succeed, and then dig a little deeper.  Giving God the glory with every success.  And, our success is measured in how we give god glory.   

Future Blog Possibilities:

·      Lonely out in space   … no

·      Make sense .. God does

·      Pray …

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Joy In the Morning

I will exalt you, Lord, for you rescued me.  You refused to let my enemies triumph over me.  O Lord my God, I cried to you for help, and you restored my health.  You brought me up from the grave, O Lord.  You kept me from falling into the pit of death.  Sing to the Lord, all you godly ones!  Praise his holy name.  For his anger lasts only a moment, but his favor lasts a lifetime!  Weeping may last trough the night, but joy comes with the morning.

When I was prosperous, I said, "Nothing can stop me now!"  Your favor, O Lord, made me as secure as a mountain.  Then you turned away from me, and I was shattered.I cried out to you, O Lord.  I begged the Lord for mercy, saying, "What will you gain if I die, if I sink into the grave?  Can my dust praise you?  Can it tell of your faithfulness?  Hear me, Lord, and have mercy on me.  Help me, O Lord"

You have turned my mourning into joyful dancing.  You have taken away my clothes of mourning and clothed me with joy, that I might sing praises to you and not be silent.  O Lord, my God, I will give you thanks forever!

Psalm 30