Morning Gratitude #7

It’s weird to be home today, but I’m grateful plumbers are coming.

I’m grateful I was able to drive the kids to school. 

I’m grateful we have a home. 

I’m grateful for a short conversation I had with a homeless gentleman named Larry at church yesterday. It was interesting. We talked about bible translations.

I’m grateful for Tylenol PM.

I’m grateful my older kid is a stud at football and drumline.

I’m grateful my younger son is creative and spirited and a little bit nuts.

I’m grateful that one day, hopefully not too soon,  God will call to me as in Song 2:10-14

Morning Gratitude #6

Today I got to sleep longer than usual, and I woke up with my wife instead of before her. So grateful I got to do that.

Church is this morning and I’m happy to see our church family.

We spent some time with our friends and their kids, and family from out of town last night. Good times.

I’m grateful to have no plans today.

And I’m grateful for Luke 15:20, because that’s me.

Morning Gratitude #4

Today, I’m so grateful for the small things:

I get to spend a little time helping in my son’s first grade class.

I woke up at 0415 instead of 0215.

I’m breathing.

I get to do our grocery shopping. 

I don’t have to go to work and I’m not on call.

David’s football game is at 10 and I have time for men’s group.

God loves me as I am, right now, and not as I should be.

My beard has a lot of gray in it. Each hair is more time I’ve lived and laughed and loved.

Morning Gratitude #3

Sometimes it’s hard to feel gratitude, to be grateful. Today, for instance, it’s 0325 and I’d rather be sleeping. Yet God woke me up, so here I am. And I’m thankful in spite of my own inclination to whine.

For waking up and drawing breath.

For my annoying dogs.

For having a job, albeit a really early one.

For time to read.

For my wife, who is like Jesus with skin on to me (Don’t read too much into that. I just mean she loves me at all times, even when I’m being a tool. But I can put my arms around her).

For food in my cupboards and books on my shelf.

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For my family.


For this reminder next to my fireplace.

Morning Gratitude #2

I’m grateful for my wife being such a good mother. Our kids are smart and weird and talented and good and always an adventure.

I’m grateful for sugar free strawberry jam–it’s really good.

I’m thankful for my house. I think we’ve lived there for 4 years.

Really grateful for my Godly and amazing in-laws. If you know the Whitsons, you know what I mean.

I’m grateful my sister is doing so well with her health.

I’m grateful for my friends.

I’m grateful that God can use absolutely anyone.

Morning Gratitude #1

Starting today, I’m going to start out my day by listing some of the things I’m grateful for. Perhaps insignificant to many, but not to me. I’m grateful that…

Last night I was able to feed my family. Today I will, too.

Today I woke up coughing a little, and drooling like Cujo after a bat bite. But I woke up. I opened my eyes and I took a breath, then another.

Today I woke up and I heard my wife breathing, too.

Today I woke up in a bed, in a house, in a free country.

Today I listened to a sermon on the way to work, and I can play some of my favorite music as I work.

Today it occurred to me that I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Me. Hard to believe, but Psalm 139 assures me it is true.

Who Will Go For Us?

Sometimes (even now), I get a little frustrated with the blazing, glacier-like speed of my life’s “metabolism.” I want things to go the way I have envisioned them, and feel that I know where my affinities lie, and what I should be doing with my life.

I think now that the first thing I should realize is that God doesn’t give a rip about what I think my affinities are, or how I should employ them. He knows who I am, and how he made me, and to what end.

I just need to be faithful on my end, and kick my expectations and inhibitions to the side and ask God to reveal my course.

“He who hath the steerage of my course, direct my sail.” (Romeo & Juliet)

I need to develop a posture of listening, and turn to these words from Isaiah.

“And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here I am! Send me.” (Isaiah 6:8)

But I need to be careful, too. Because he will.

send me

Nouwen, Man.

It would be nice if this came naturally. It doesn’t. Most times, I don’t feel like “Beloved from all eternity.”

Nouwen

It’s easier to believe lies than truth, especially about ourselves. That doesn’t mean the truth about ourselves doesn’t exist, or is a fallacy. Our fallen natures just find that because it’s difficult for us to love, and find others beloved, it would be the same for God.

If people aren’t lovable, we don’t love them.

That isn’t Jesus at all.

Because we’re loved, we can love.

I wish that were easier.

Yeats Confuses Me

I think it’s true that as a people, we have come to an unprecedented time of opportunity. What we could accomplish because of the advances in so many things seems to be near limitless. Yet in many ways, it also seems we are devolving in a way. And today I was thinking of that old Yeats poem, The Second Coming, written just after WWI. I think it is also surprisingly timely today. But it’s also quite confusing. No one ever said Yeats was the arbiter of truth or clarity about life, but his work does–at least in my instance–make a brother think.

Yeats

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;

mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,

the blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere

the ceremony of innocence is drowned;

the best lack all convention, while the worst

are full of passionate intensity…

This poem says much about war, and the chaos it brings. In many ways now, we as a people are at war. “Anarchy is loosed upon the world.”

And I think about who the enemy is in this war. Many these days would say it was the President. Yet if one follows in and believes scripture, and in the sovereignty of Jesus, we must also consider what scripture says about the state of things. I don’t know that this president, or any president, is named.

From Ephesians 2: 1-3–

And you were dead in the trespasses and sins in which you once walked, following the course of this world, following the prince of the power of the air, the spirit that is now at work in the sons of disobedience—among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind, and were by nature children of wrath, like the rest of mankind.

Like the rest of mankind. To me that suggests none of us are blameless, whether donkey or elephant, progressive or conservative.

among whom we all once lived in the passions of our flesh, carrying out the desires of the body and the mind.

If it feels good, do it. If it’s right to you, how can it  be wrong? Must all things hold to the same order?

What about the ceremony of innocence being drowned? I don’t know about there being a ceremony of innocence. In other words, a ceremony or graduation which at the culmination declares us innocent. Why would we need a declaration of innocence? Aren’t we innocent until proven guilty?

Sure, in a court of law. Except that is not what this is. It’s a world where to many, life has no sanctity, no matter the color of skin, or the tenets one holds to. No matter the age, or gestational status of a person.

In the immortal words of the poet and prophet Ice T, on the latest Body Count album, “no lives matter.”

And I think that’s where we are today. Culture and many beliefs would dictate that life is not significant. To some it seems like climbing to some height and raining bullets onto a group of people–or into a group of people–is the thing to do to ensure that your life means something in the end, even if what it means is that you’ve taken life as part of your own life, and ensuring that you are noted, and a part of history.

No lives matter.

Except they really do. I believe that. Even with the turmoil my life has occasionally been, I believe it. Even with the second law of thermodynamics (entropy), I believe it. Even with the pontifications of William Butler Yeats (things fall apart, the centre cannot hold) I believe it.

I believe it because of Psalm 22, and the depiction of the suffering servant in Isaiah 53.

I believe it because of the 40 or so words of the apostle Paul to the Galatians:

I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me. Galatians 2:20, ESV

Consider also Psalm 139:16: “Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.”

Yet with all that, murder is still murder. And each of our lives matter. We can make something of them. We can matter, too, even if it is only to God. So, yes, Mr. Yeats. Things do fall apart. But I disagree with you on whether or not the center can hold.

I say it can, if we make Christ the center. If we hold life as sacred–created by God, to be taken by God. Not by a madman or madmen, to whom a human life is nothing. That person has their fame now, their infamy.

And an empty eternity to think about it.