tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205925662024-03-07T01:45:05.940-05:00The World as Observed by .......... Me<br>
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There's a lot to be learned in life, if only we'd take the time to notice.<br>
Here are a few things as observed by ... you guessed it....me.Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.comBlogger169125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-75131820132463748332018-08-17T14:24:00.000-04:002018-08-17T14:24:51.071-04:00Fade to White....“<b>Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, that it may benefit those who listen</b>.” (Ephesians 4:29)<br />
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This means we’re supposed to control our tongues and make sure that our words are helpful, not hurtful. But I don’t always remember to do that.<br />
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“<b>Do not be quickly provoked in your spirit, for anger resides in the lap of fools</b>.” (Ecclesiastes 7:9)<br />
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Because I did not take every thought captive, I had allowed myself to be easily provoked and responded inappropriately at times. <br />
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Here is something to think about: When in the middle of a situation, where we are being provoked, we can either <b>react</b>, or we can <b>respond</b>. Say those two words out loud, and you will notice that it is difficult to say the word “react”, without sounding angry or aggressive. It is an aggressive sounding word. “Respond” sounds much calmer. When we “react” to something, or someone, it is usually immediate and without much thought, and it becomes easy to allow ourselves to be provoked into an angry reaction. <br />
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However, if we take a step back, take a deep breath or two, or seven, we give ourselves some time to think about how to properly “respond” to the situation so that our words and actions are helpful and not damaging. I tend to forget that sometimes. Because of this, I had to admit to something I had ignored for quite some time…..<br />
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I have anger issues. I denied that reality for a great many years. Then I read “Take Your Life Back”, by Steve Arterburn, and some of what he wrote there spoke directly at me and what I was going through. It was precisely what I needed at that point in time. It was at that time when I realized I had, what Steve referred to as, “Floating Anger”. I had read, prayed and adhered to those verses above and honestly thought I had it all under control. Especially after dealing with certain things I had previously gone through. But now, over the past few years, I had been allowing myself to be “quickly provoked”. Apparently, I had allowed someone to get close enough inside to trip those triggers and allow suppressed issues to come to the surface. Things I had buried so deep that even I had forgotten they were there.<br />
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I finally realized that I was only expressing those issues onto those closest to me, the people I love the most, and I knew I had to do something about it. I had to go all the way back to where it started so I could deal with the source of the anger and eliminate it once and for all. But I hit a roadblock. So, as suggested in Steve’s book, I sought professional help. That wasn’t easy to do.<br />
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During my sessions and treatments with my counselor, I was asked about things I still remember about my childhood and to try to recall as far back as I can. <br />
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The earliest thing I can remember is standing in front of my mother in our living room. It was late at night in our little house in Oildale. Mom had called the three of us kids out of our bedrooms, and into the living room. There she sat on the old blue vinyl couch, with my little sister to her right, and my older brother to her left. Mom in her robe and the three of us in our pajamas. She told us that dad had left and was not coming back. The year was 1968. I was six years old. Mom was crying as she shared this news. Little sister cried (probably because mom was crying), and my older brother cried too. Mom hugged both of them on either side of her. And there I stood. Right in front of them. Alone. I did not cry. I just stood there. Numb. I felt absolutely nothing. And that is all I can remember. I have no memory of my life before that moment, and most things following that are a blur. A couple of years later, a counselor told my mom that I was holding something inside, and that I apparently refused to deal with it. Me? I have no idea. The anger, the hurt, the feelings of abandonment, took years to surface. (Picture the Hulk, waiting for the trigger to set him off).<br />
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I have been told, although I do not personally remember the details, that dad was rather abusive toward us. When my brother and I got into trouble, dad would take us to our room (my brother and I shared a room in our small house in Oildale), whip off his belt, bare our butts and whip the tar out of us. Mom would pace the hall outside of our room and pray for us while she listened to the beatings and the screaming. If she did speak up or try to protect/defend/help us, he took it out on her too. (One thing I do remember, is the “flap-flap-flap” sound of that belt being whipped out for our beatings. To this day, when I remove my own belt, I do it slow and smooth).<br />
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Even though I have blocked this out and do not remember those events (mom said she prays constantly that we never do), I do know it to be true. The reason? When my son was younger and would mess up and deserve to be punished, in an angry rage I would go after him. At that moment, I would experience a “flash” of memory, sort of a micro-second “flashback”. What I saw was my dad doing to me what I was about to do to my son. It scared me so bad that it made me stop, yell at him to go to his room and stay there. This accomplished two things: 1) He could sit in his room and think about what he had done and what was coming to him, and 2) I could go outside and cool off. <br />
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When I finally did go to his room, he and I would talk about what he had done and why he is going to get a swat, or two. And, following the example of my step-dad, I always used my hand, to make sure I did not hurt him too much. Then, after the swats, I would hug him, pray with him, tell him I loved him and that he could come out of his room once he settled down.<br />
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I could not explain those flashbacks, where they came from or what they were about. All I knew at the time was that they scared me and I did not want my son to experience what I saw. <br />
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Another reason that I know those things to be true are that my older brother remembers it all. He dealt with it also, but in other ways. My aunt, mom’s younger sister, was also witness to a lot of it. I had to ask and press them to tell me what happened back then, because I needed to know. I needed to know so I could overcome those demons and escape the holds they had on me. (How can you escape from something you cannot see or understand? I have heard it said that you cannot think outside the box until you know what is inside the box.) I needed to know so I could heal and move on. I was told mostly generalizations, no details. I guess it is still too painful to talk about certain things. But I had heard mention over the years of “throwing a two year old into a wall”, and “kicking his son in the rear with cowboy boots”. <br />
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Other things transpired throughout my life which created a wider chasm between my father and me. I felt betrayed, abandoned, small, insignificant, and not very important. I had no value to him. I loved him so much it hurt. And he left me. My hero, my protector, my best friend, my everything - was gone in an instant. And he never even said goodbye. I meant nothing to him. I understand that he left mom for another woman. He left our family for another family. But the way I saw it, the way I felt – was that he… left….. ME !<br />
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I hadn’t realized it before, but my self-esteem was pretty low during those early years, even before dad left. My brother, my dad and I were involved in Indian Guides. It was a lot of fun and we all had Indian names. Dad was Black Hawk, my brother was Broken Arrow, and me? I was “Little Chicken”. We had other nicknames aside from Indian Guides too. My brother was called Dynamite, and I was called “Termite”. Yeah, by the time dad left, I was feeling really important! (heavy on the sarcasm there).<br />
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Life went on. He provided other disappointments over time, so much so that at the age of 13 I finally decided to give my step-dad a chance. That turned out to be a good thing. Carl was the one who taught me to live off the land, think things through so I could make good, well informed decisions. He taught me how to be a man. The kind of man my father refused to be. Carl, my real dad, is the best thing that has ever happened to our family.<br />
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My father died in November of 1997 and I still did not shed a tear for him. I felt nothing when I heard the news. If anything, I was angry at him for leaving me yet again. I wanted another chance with him, I wanted to talk to him, I had a lot of questions for him, and I was denied that opportunity. I wasn’t even told of him being nearby just a few months before his death. He visited my brother, and if I had known, I would have driven the hour and a half just to see him, if only just for a moment. And again, all those feelings of worthlessness came back. I never mattered to him at all. I was never “enough”.<br />
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The Bible says that the sins of the father can be passed down on his children for up to four generations. My brother seems to be okay. I however, have inherited dad’s anger issues. I found myself lashing in out in fits of rage at the slightest provocation. When treated as though I do not matter, that I am not enough, or not good enough, when I am looked down upon, or spoken to in a derogatory manner, I became angry and had often times lost my temper. And I took it out on those dear to me that did not deserve it. But none of that made any sense to me. After all, I was the good kid, right? The nice, quiet, timid guy at school that people wouldn’t take seriously because I would not exert myself. I guess, like a lot of people, I just wanted to feel like I mattered to someone. I did not need to matter to everyone, or to be important to everyone, I do not need to be in the spotlight or have any attention, but it would be nice to feel like I am a priority, someone of value, a person of some importance – to just one person. I have never felt that. Ever. And when the one person closest to me goes out their way (it seems) to make me feel insignificant – I would lose it and blow up. Sometimes I think that I was not actually angry, but just hurting so bad that the little boy inside me was screaming for attention, for someone to notice me and just love me. I have feelings. I have thoughts and ideas. But no one seemed to care. No one listened. I did not matter.<br />
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So, there I was. Trying to get to the root of this problem so that I do not continue the cycle of my father and grow past him and make sure that I become nothing at all like him. I have been told that I walk like him, talk like him, look like him and have similar mannerisms as he did. There is not much I can do about that. I can however, refuse to behave like him. I can refuse to be my father. The sins of my father, regardless of how many generations it is being passed down, ends with me. With ME.<br />
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And all that time, I had forgotten the one most important detail of my life:<br />
I am a child of the King. I am a son of the Almighty God and I strive to be more like His Son, instead of Russell’s son. <br />
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I am however, human. I make mistakes and I sin. I wanted to conquer this sin and move forward and provide my wife and my family with a safe provider and protector and servant leader in my household. I want to be my wife’s “safe place”. I want her to be able to trust me. <br />
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The Bible teaches us that in order to have peace, we need to forgive and let go. I came to realize that no matter what happens – I needed to forgive him. Since he died in 1997, I can no longer talk to him about this, but I can talk to my Heavenly Father, and turn it all over to Him. Some say that dad was a Christian and that he is in heaven now. I honestly don’t know. I will find out when I get there. <br />
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From one of my daily devotionals, I read that :<br />
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Forgiveness does not mean pardoning the offender. It doesn't mean saying, it's okay...because, really, it's NOT okay. Forgiveness is simply putting it all on the willing shoulders of the only One who can possibly bear it, and leaving it there. (And if you're like me, you'll need to do that approximately 2,592 times a month.) It goes something like this for me: "God, I can't even sort out my part and their part in this whole horrible mess, but I'm just going to give it to You. YOU sort it. You deal with them. You heal me. I can't." And when you do that - when you stop trying to sort the blame and the hurt and the cruelty and how much hurt they must have gone through to treat you the way they did - oh, friends. It's like relief. You mean I don't have to figure it all out and demand a pound of flesh for every ounce of pain? No, really, you can't. The only way that lets you free of the ugly contagion of bitterness...is the kind of forgiveness that comes through the mercy of the Savior. You don't have to muscle through to a feeling of gentle kindness towards someone who has hurt you beyond words. I always thought THAT was forgiveness. All you have to do is dump it all, daily, hourly, every 10 seconds...on Jesus. He who bore the cross is utterly gentle with your scars...and utterly able to carry the unbearable weight of your past.<br />
John 8<br />
31To the Jews who had believed him, Jesus said, “If you hold to my teaching, you are really my disciples.32Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”<br />
36So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed.”<br />
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God’s timing is pretty awesome, isn’t it? Another one of my daily devotionals said this:<br />
If you're going to face the dark secret, you need someone to go with you there who will not condemn you, and that would be Jesus. He's known your secret all along. He died to pay for all that sin. He died to forgive it. You need someone who is also strong enough to carry that secret, to heal its wounds, to restore you. Isaiah 53 says of Jesus, "He took up our infirmities and carried our sorrows, He was crushed for our iniquities; the punishment that brought us peace was upon Him." That actually happened on Jesus' cross where every sin and every secret of your life was dealt with and paid for.<br />
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The problem is that I already knew all of this. But as our pastor explained, “Don’t just hear this with your ears, hear it with your heart!” As James 1:20 tells us, “Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says.” Ouch.<br />
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So, I finally agreed to see a Christian counselor to try to work on my anger issues. To try to get to the root of it all, find out where it came from, why it was still there, and how to heal and move beyond it. My therapist suggested a form of psychotherapy called EMDR, Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing. I was reluctant at first but decided to give it a try. There was no “in your face” eye treatment, but rather a different form of the treatment where the therapist helps me relax and remember. I read that EMDR shows promise as an effective treatment for post-traumatic stress disorder, or PTSD. The article said that PTSD, aside from veterans who have been in combat, that it affects about 8 percent of civilians. PTSD is a debilitating illness that can result when a person lives through a traumatic event such as war, rape, physical abuse, serious accidents, and natural disasters. EMDR uses a patient’s own rapid, rhythmic eye movements to dampen the power of emotionally charged memories of past traumatic events. So, was I dealing with a form of PTSD? I really do not know. I do know that I was physically abused as a child and survived being shot in the face when I was 20. So….maybe. Either way, I thought that the EMDR procedure was worth a try.<br />
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I was asked to close my eyes and go back to the earliest thing I can remember, which was the scene at the couch, and was asked to recall what I saw and felt. This process occurred several times. <br />
Following my first EMDR session, I felt numb. Just like that six year old little boy missing his dad. I thought I would get better over time, but I had been numb every day since then. Someone tried, it seems, to test me a few times and provoke me to anger, but I refused. I took every though captive to Christ and refused to allow the enemy to have a hold on me, my emotions, and my thoughts. When spoken to negatively, I changed the subject to something more pleasant, or I just walked away. Sometimes both. Although I was not angry, I had no joy either. I felt nothing. It took a lot of energy to just get through the day, every day. When I took a deep breathe, which almost sounds like a heavy sigh, I was asked, with contempt in their voice, “Why are you so mad?!?”. I could not get them to understand that I was not angry, I was just taking a breath. Sometimes I need a deep breath to collect my thoughts, and gain my composure. It does not mean that I am angry. It could mean that I am taking steps to not allow myself to become angry. (So don’t push it!). <br />
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My heart felt like it was dead. Actually, I could not feel anything in my heart. No anger, no love – no……. nothing. Just numb. I didn’t want to be numb. So, what did I want? I did not know. <br />
Because stuff happens, it was a few weeks before my next session. I needed to get un-stuck from the slump I was in. So at my next appointment, I was eager to pick up where we had left off.<br />
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This time, when I would go back to that scene in the living room in front of the couch, things changed. I had asked God fervently to lead me and guide me and provide the healing I so desperately needed. And He showed up. I had been resisting Him and doing things my way for way too long. I am so thankful He never gave up on me.<br />
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You see, only God, through His love and grace and power, could truly set me free and bring peace, to me and those around me. Remember the story in Luke 19 where Jesus asked his disciples to get him a young colt that had never been ridden? Jesus rode that unbroken young donkey into Jerusalem while people were screaming, shouting and throwing their cloaks and palm branches in front of him. Total loud chaos! And that young colt kept its cool. As any horse person can tell you – that was not normal. That unbroken animal should have been freaking out and buck of its rider. But, it was being ridden, controlled, by the Master of Peace Himself. I needed Jesus to calm the wild and hurting animal inside of me, for me, for my children, for my wife, for the people I love, and for all of the people I've hurt. I cannot change the past (oh, how I wish I could), but I can take charge of my future. <br />
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So the treatments continued. Each time I went back to the scene in front of the couch, it became increasingly more difficult to see colors, which before, had been quite clear. I found myself in a place that seemed like the inside of a white cloud. I approached what I believed to be the Throne of Grace, the foot of the cross. I needed to talk to my dad, but I no longer have access to him. I asked God to talk to my dad for me. I asked God to forgive me for sinning against Him and my wife, my children and everyone else I had ever taken my anger out on, and to please tell my dad that I forgive him. I forgive him. That I love him. That even though I miss him, I no longer need him. I want him to know that I will always strive to be the man that God wants me to be in spite of the poor example he provided to me and my brother. I hope he is well and that if he is indeed in heaven, I will see him again one day. I asked God to give my dad a hug for me, if he is there with Him. I then turned it all over to God, and left all my anger, my anxieties, my hurt and all bitterness at the foot of the cross. As the song says, my chains are gone and I have been set free.<br />
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By the last time I was asked to go back that living room, I could not make out any details. Every image, everything I could once see clearly, was now a blurred image faded out like an old photo that had been overexposed. For the first time in a long time, I felt a huge release as I was able to sit up straight and take in a deep breath as I let it all go, and watched everything, with tears streaming down my cheeks, slowly fade to white. The images didn’t go dark, or “fade to black”. It all became lighter, brighter and faded to white.<br />
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I am no longer numb. I am no longer in a constant state of depression and a new joy has filled my spirit. I now fully understand what is meant in 2 Corinthians 5:17, where it says, "If anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!" <br />
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Oh, there are still those bad days when it isn’t easy to feel the joy, but after spending some time with my Heavenly Father, He restores me. I do my best to meet with Him each and every morning, and to spend time talking with Him throughout the day.<br />
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The old is gone, and the new has come. I called out to God in my darkest hour, and through His grace and mercy and power, it all faded to white. It…..faded…..to……..white.<br />
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“Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the Lord. <br />
“Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as <b>white</b> as snow; <br />
though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.”<br />
(Isaiah 1:18)<br />
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So, do I still get angry? Yes, sometimes. However, God’s Word tells us “In your anger, do not sin” (Ephesians 4:26). It is not a sin to become angry. It is only sin when your anger controls you. My anger, when it happens, is less than it was and it does not control me.<br />
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“My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: <br />
Everyone should be quick to listen, <br />
slow to speak and slow to become angry, because <br />
human <b>anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires</b>.”<br />
(James 1:19-20)<br />
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So I make a constant, conscious daily decision to take very thought captive, be slow to anger, and focus on being the man that God has called me to be.<br />
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Walk in Love.<br />
<blockquote></blockquote>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-1138813343680363382012-08-15T10:03:00.000-04:002012-08-15T10:03:11.962-04:00Try Using Your "Sexy" Voice....<span style="font-family: arial;">The other day, my fiance, Chris, and I were talking and found ourselves in a rather animated discussion. As we were talking, expressing our thoughts and opinions, her voice became louder and more excited. She was not angry or upset with me, but she was just rather passionate about the subjet matter. So I asked her to repeat what she had just said, but only this time, to use her “sexy” voice. (<em>She has a really nice one!</em>) </span><br />
<span style="font-family: arial;">We soon discovered that it is nearly impossible to maintain a certain level of intensity in an argument when you are trying to sound sexy.<br /><br />Being the social creatures that we are, communication is important. A healthy relationship requires an open exchange of ideas and thoughts. However, how the other person perceives what we are trying to say is most often based on how we say it, rather than what words we use.<br /><br />So, the next time you find your voice rising and your temperature increasing while conversing with your spouse, try using your “sexy” voice. You’ll be amazed at how quickly the conversation cools down and takes a positive turn. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: arial;">If nothing else, you’ll both enjoy a good laugh from the experience.</span>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-41045641999240384252012-06-07T13:22:00.000-04:002012-06-07T13:22:25.530-04:00The "Official" Alpha Dude Joke Book<span style="font-family: verdana;">Well, I put it off as long as I could (<span style="font-family: times new roman;"><em>my mother once told me I would never amount to anything because I procrastinate, so I told her, "You just wait!"</em></span>), but I finally finished and published <a href="http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1083038">my first book</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana;"><strong>That's it right over there ------------></strong></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">If you are looking for a collection of good, clean jokes that you can openly tell in church (or anyplace else), then you've come to the right place. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">I like to make people laugh, or at least smile. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">I don’t care if people are laughing with me or at me. As long as they are laughing, that means they are experiencing at least the slightest bit of joy, even if only for a moment. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">I know it isn’t my job to make people happy, but I try to at least make them feel good while I have the chance. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">One thing I’ve learned since I was asked to be the Alpha Dude, is that people like to laugh. They also like to share their own bits of humor with me as well. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;">I’ve tried my best to only include the funny ones here. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">I wrote them down as best as I could remember, so if you see something you've heard before, only different, that's why.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">You can see the book and the preview, and even order yourself a copy or two or three hundred or so, if you so desire.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"><a href="http://stores.lulu.com/store.php?fAcctID=1083038">Just click on the book cover </a>over there on the sidebar to the right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: verdana;">I’d also like to extend my appreciation to my big brother, Rick, who established the “Scott Trammell Project” at our church to insure that I don’t tell any joke more than once, and that the ones I do share are actually funny. If, for some reason, I do not adhere to this criteria, I get punched in the arm. Hard. Rick has enlisted several rather large and strong fellows to assist in this effort. I have learned a lot through this experience, and lucky for me, I learn quickly.<br /><br />So go ahead, sit back and enjoy the ride. If you like what you see here, share the joy. If you don’t, then please don’t tell Rick, I’m not sure I could survive the beating.<br /><br />“The joy of the Lord is my Strength”.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Blessings to you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana;">Alpha Dude</span>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-67225607930037879582011-11-04T14:30:00.005-04:002011-12-12T15:39:02.997-05:00Finding Peace…..Alone with God<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I apologize for this being so long. I can get a little preachy sometimes.</span><br />
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Okay, so I have noticed how people speak about other people in their lives that may have hurt them or caused them pain, both in and out of church, and most times it is pretty easy to tell if they have gotten over their hurts or not. You can tell by the way they speak about them or their current situation, and it also shows up in their tone of voice and their mannerisms whenever those particular subjects come up. For a while there, I was no different.<br />
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Yes, I do have a past. Yes, I have been hurt, very deeply. But it does not get me down and it does not control me. The enemy has no power over me and does not dictate my life and how I will react to certain things.<br />
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So how did I do it? How do I keep on doing it? Well, because you asked (<em>and even if you didn’t</em>) I will tell you.<br />
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I found a passage in the Bible that has come to mean so very much to me and is the focal point, or beginning , of how I tie so many other scriptures together to make sense of my life.<br />
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<em><strong>1 Thessalonians 5:16-18. “Rejoice always, pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.” (</strong>NIV<strong>)</strong></em><br />
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This is how I explain how people can know God’s will for their lives. I am convinced that if you do these three things, then God’s Will, will become apparent in your life. <br />
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Now, I like the NIV, but it is important to look at other translations to get the full picture of what God is telling us here. <br />
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First, “<strong>Rejoice always</strong>”. Other translations say this as “be joyful” – always. This is because God never says anywhere in scripture that He wants us to be happy. In fact, all Bible references to the word “<em>happy</em>” tell us that happiness is a feeling. It is an emotion and it is fleeting, it is temporary, and it does not last. However, the Bible DOES tell us that we are to “<em>know joy</em>”. And you know very well that “<em>joy comes from knowing the Lord</em>”. Rejoice, be joyful, always. You see, joy is something you know, it is a decision you make, it becomes a state of mind, a condition of your heart. So, just “<em>know</em>”.<br />
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And about that word “joy” – a friend of mine described it this way: The word JOY is an acronym that means: <strong>J</strong>esus, <strong>O</strong>thers, and <strong>Y</strong>ou. If you prioritize your life this way, then you will understand JOY. Remember, when asked about which commandment was the most important, Jesus answered “<em>Love God</em>”…first, then He said to “<em>Love others</em>”. <br />
Also, Philippeans 2:3 says, <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>“Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Rather, in humility value others above yourselves, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>not looking to your own interests </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>but each of you to the interests of the others.” </em></strong></div><br />
So, 1) <strong>J</strong>esus, 2)<strong>O</strong>thers, 3) <strong>Y</strong>ou. That is <strong>JOY</strong>.<br />
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<strong>Pray continually</strong>. That one isn’t so easy, so I figured a way to do it. Like most people, I’m sure you pray first thing in the morning. So do I (most days). I ask God to help me live my life today in ways that are pleasing to Him. And I fail at it each and every day. But, when I finish praying in the morning, I do not say “amen”. This way, my entire day, everything I say and everything I do is a constant prayer to Him. There have been days when I am so ashamed that, “<em>Oh man, I cannot believe that I just prayed THAT to God</em>”. I don’t say “amen” until I am ready to go to sleep at night. Praying continually.<br />
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The hardest one though, is “<em>give thanks in all circumstances</em>”. <strong>Give thanks</strong> in everything, and for everything. No need to explain this one. You know for yourself how hard this can be. “<em>Seriously God? I’m supposed to be THANKFUL for THAT?!?</em>” Yeah. Everything.<br />
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So how do I keep from talking badly about those who may have wronged me? How do I keep from thinking bad thoughts about them? I pray for them. It isn’t easy to be angry with someone if you are praying for them. Go ahead. Try it and see for yourself. Also, I have some really good guys who hold me accountable, and they have my permission to do so. They are the kind of friends that I need and that I want in my life. I don’t need anyone to offer comfort and a pat on the back, I need strong Christian men to speak truth into my life when I need it, and to give me a <em>Holy Spirit butt-kicking</em> when I need it or deserve it.<br />
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Here’s another verse that helps me not speak ill of others: <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>that it may benefit those who listen.” </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>(</strong>Ephesians 4:29<strong>)</strong></em></div><br />
I think it is important that we not misunderstand what this verse means by “<em>according to their needs</em>”. I strongly believe that we need faithful people in our lives that will speak truth to us, God’s Truth, when we need it. We need to trust that those people will tell us what we “<em>need</em>” to hear, not what we “<em>want</em>” to hear. There is often a huge difference. “….that it may benefit those who listen.” Think about it, if people only tell us what will makes us feel better about ourselves, what benefit is there? We have learned nothing, and we have not grown, and have no opportunity to grow. I want to grow (<em>and not just because I am vertically challenged</em>). <br />
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And one thing that was very difficult for me was to forgive. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>“Be kind and compassionate to one another, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>forgiving each other, </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>just as in Christ God forgave you.” </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>(</strong>Ephesians 4:32<strong>)</strong></em></div><br />
I had been beaten, punched, kicked, pushed around, bullied, spit in my face (seriously, that was just gross), had obscenities hurled at me, screaming and yelling at me. Good grief, all I tried to do was have a conversation, but I suppose you cannot disagree with some people without setting them off. <br />
And I still had to forgive.<br />
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With all of the above, one scripture passage kept appearing in my daily devotionals.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>“But mark this: </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>There will be terrible times in the last days.</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>People will be lovers of themselves, </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>lovers of money, boastful, proud, abusive, </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>disobedient to their parents, ungrateful, unholy,</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>without love, unforgiving, slanderous, without self-control, </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>brutal, not lovers of the good,</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>treacherous, rash, conceited, </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>lovers of pleasure rather than lovers of God—</strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>having a form of godliness* but denying its power. </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Have nothing to do with such people. “ </strong></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>(</strong>2 Timothy 3: 1-5<strong>)</strong></em></div><br />
With that in mind, particular individuals are no longer in my life.<br />
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*Oh, and about verse 5, “<em>having a form of godliness</em>…”, Paul is talking about Christians here. These are people who attend church, claim to be followers of Christ, attend Bible Studies, and may be active in church. But their lives do not reflect what they say they believe, they are lukewarm Christians (see Revelation 3:15-17 to see what happens to lukewarm Christians), and they are only “good” while they are at church or surrounded by their “church friends” (<em>and sometimes, not even then</em>!). Remember, you may be able to fool the people around you, but you cannot fool God. He knows your heart.<br />
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I now sleep better at night, and people around me have said they have noticed that “dark cloud” is no longer hovering over me. All I ever wanted was peace.<br />
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A few years ago, some very dear friends became concerned and asked, “Why is the guy who was always smiling, no longer smiling?” Then recently, they came up to me, hugged me and yelled, “He’s back!” I hadn’t even noticed, but apparently others did. And they do.<br />
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I’ve basically been alone for quite some time now, and I don’t mind telling you – it sucks.<br />
But, if I had my choice, compared to what I’ve been through, I would rather be alone.<br />
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You may have already figured out that I am pretty much an idiot and have terrible luck with women.<br />
But God loves me anyway, and everything will heal over time. And believe me, I have learned my lesson about rebounding and rushing into a new relationship way too soon.<br />
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As Andy Stanley pointed out, the perfect woman for me is out there somewhere, and God knows who she is and He knows where she is. So the best thing for me to do is to get and stay as close to God as possible and He will make things happen according to His perfect timing, not mine.<br />
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So I spend my time serving Him and serving others in His name, and drawing as close to Him as I can. I hope His timing is soon, because all that nonsense is far behind me and I am ready to move on.<br />
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I am still alone. But I am at peace. <br />
Blessings.Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-61341088477114759812011-08-10T13:41:00.000-04:002011-08-10T13:41:13.957-04:00Story of my Life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMAqvGX-ESU1pyy5yTLeY7tC-UHTEYj3_xYlFZ3SYPXhyphenhyphenV1LgKLlf0yQoWpV2xzI0iVDeU1cVzlcQQQ-9ylybS8xcM7l8B2m1ZRpk5f7c_zpW8mkDI8R4jXMLlZmoCQUS-I8K/s1600/Dead+End.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLMAqvGX-ESU1pyy5yTLeY7tC-UHTEYj3_xYlFZ3SYPXhyphenhyphenV1LgKLlf0yQoWpV2xzI0iVDeU1cVzlcQQQ-9ylybS8xcM7l8B2m1ZRpk5f7c_zpW8mkDI8R4jXMLlZmoCQUS-I8K/s1600/Dead+End.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><strong>So, yeah, it's like that.</strong></span></div>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-84512499498005855122011-08-09T15:23:00.000-04:002011-08-09T15:23:38.339-04:00One Man's Perspective<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>“Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs, </em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>that it may benefit those who listen.”</em></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong><em>(Ephesians 4:29)</em></strong></span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">This isn’t an easy subject to talk about, and since I am personally going through some of this right now, I do need to be mindful of what I say and how I say it. However, I do plan to be straight forward and direct, so if you are offended or put off by anything mentioned here, well, that is probably a good thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One thing I think that most of us can agree with is that men are basically stupid. Don’t get upset. God made us that way from the very beginning. I know you gals won’t argue with me on that one. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It all started way back in the Garden when God declared that it is not good for man to be alone. Any woman who has gone away for any amount of time and entrusted a man to stay home and take care of her houseplants can attest to that. Think about it – God put a man in charge of the entire Garden of Eden! It could be one of the reasons why God said that isn’t really a good idea for man to be alone. (<em>yes, I know it has more to do with the fact that all the animals had mates and man didn’t, but bear with me, okay?</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">God knew all about us men from the very beginning. So God decided to make a helper suitable for the man.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So, God made the woman since it really isn’t good for us guys to be alone. But you need to understand how God did it. You know that Eve was created from one of Adam’s ribs, right? You knew that. But do you remember what God did before he took that rib from the man? You guessed it. He caused the man to fall into a deep sleep. Now, I challenge anyone to find anywhere in the rest of the Bible where it says that man ever woke up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Throughout scripture you will find verses that say things “Arise O sleeper…” (even in Ephesians 5:14). Even Jesus quoted that saying from the Old Testament. I really think He was talking about us! Jesus had to ask His disciples if they could stay awake with him for even one hour! Wake up guys!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So maybe that is why God had to make a helper for the man. We need help. Your husband may be a highly educated man, with a great career and with high standing in the community, but we just are not designed to make it all on our own.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And as for not being to altogether bright, I heard that even Mrs. Einstein was known to say things like, “<em>Albert, you’re such an idiot!</em>”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So here are some suggestions to help you two get along a little better. I know beyond any doubt that these things would have been a great help in my own life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay guys, admit it, whenever there is a disagreement or an argument, who is at fault 90% of the time? Yep, that’s right. We are! Remember what it says in Ephesians 5, and 1 Peter 3? Have you done all you can to lift her up, make her holy, keep her washed clean through the Word? Can you present her to Christ as radiant, without stain or wrinkle, but holy and blameless? Yes, it says blameless. Blameless. The onus is on us. The men.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did you love her as you love yourself? It doesn’t matter if she started it or if she is being totally unreasonable, you are to love her as Christ loves us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Remember, the first part of the passage in Ephesians 5 tells us to “<em>Submit to one another out of reverence for Christ</em>”</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then it says that the wife should submit to her husband. That is all it says to the woman. It is all that needs to be said. The woman gets it, she doesn’t need to hear any more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The man however, needs a bit more direction and explanation, so the next several verses tell him what he specifically needs to do. Keep her holy and blameless, washed, clean, lift her up, present her to Christ as radiant, without stain or wrinkle or blemish. Love her as you love yourself! (<em>We have to be told!</em>)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And ladies, are you loving your husband like the Bible tells you too? Remember, the last part of the last verse of Ephesians 5 is what ties it all together. “….<em><strong>and the wife must respect her husband</strong></em>”. It doesn’t say that the wife <em>shall</em>, which would make it a command, but it says <strong>must</strong>. You <em>must</em> respect him, even when you don’t feel like it. It is what makes all of his efforts worthwhile. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Please note that this scripture only tells the wife to do one thing – respect her husband (<em>the submit thing is a part of that</em>), but the rest of that passage is an instruction to the husband to behave in such a way as to give her good reason to respect him! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do you see it yet? It is a team effort! You both have to do your part in order for it to work. But the main part of making it all work for the good of the team falls on the woman. I’m serious about this. But ladies, you need to know a few things before you start throwing dishes at me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ladies, we love you. We really do, but please, talk to us. One of the main reasons for marital problems, that I read, is a lack of communication. We cannot read your mind. We would sure appreciate it if you would tell us specifically what it is that you are thinking and what it is that you want. Subtle hints don’t always work, and even flat out telling us sometimes doesn’t register, so you may need to tell us again. But please be nice about it. And remember, the way you say something is more often more important that the words you use. Please speak sweetly, the way you did back when you were trying to get him to notice you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Did he bring you flowers for no reason? Did he open your door for you? Did he help you on with your coat, or hold your chair for you, and remember to put the seat down? (<em>Guys, are you paying attention here?</em>) Did he help with the dishes, help take care of the kids, help out around the house so you don’t feel like a maid? (<em>seriously guys, are you paying attention?!?</em>) While you were sitting together in church, did he reach over and touch or hold your hand? He may not have said more than two words in any of that, but his actions spoke volumes. Were you listening?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And ladies, please understand if you don’t already, your man needs to feel appreciated. Just a few simple words of affirmation go a really long way. Affirm him. You’ll be glad you did. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do nice things for your spouse without expecting anything in return. You may be amazed at the response.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Rather, in humility value others above yourselves,</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>not looking to your own interests </em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>but each of you to the interests of the others.</em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>(Philippians 2:3)</em></strong></div><br />
Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-19966237193390270942011-02-04T13:08:00.003-05:002011-12-07T10:12:35.909-05:00No Fear<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>“The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, </em></span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>and knowledge of the Holy One is understanding.” (Proverbs 9:10)</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Now, I certainly do not proclaim to be wise, nor do I claim to have knowledge or understanding of the Holy One, rather, I consider myself to be a full-time, long-term, struggling student of the Word.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have been in the church for 49 years now. I gave my life to Christ 36 years ago, so suffice it to say that I have heard a great many sermons on many different subjects. It is also safe to assume that I have sat through more than my fair share of sermons on tithing and giving. Putting money in the plate on Sunday morning seemed natural to me since, well basically, on Sunday morning that is just what you do. But I had always put in a dollar or two or whatever my grandfather gave me to put in there. And I never really thought much about it.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I continued to “tithe” during my early adult years, but it was still always an embarrassingly small amount. I can still remember the day when I learned that the word “tithe” means ten percent. But I didn’t feel embarrassed or ashamed, I felt fear. How could I give a full ten percent when I have a wife and child at home, while attending college full time, and we barely get by as it is? I increased my giving a little bit but it was still nowhere near ten percent. I’d heard someone say that God values your time more than He does your money, so I began volunteering my time at church. Sometimes I had even used that as an excuse for not tithing. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Once I finished college and began my career, I heard a pastor explain how “tithing” is an Old Testament requirement and that Jesus changed all that when He came here. According to Jesus’ teaching in the New Testament, He wants it ALL. 100%. All of your time, all of your heart, all of your mind and body, all of your soul, all of your spirit, and as for money – it is His to begin with. He merely allows us to manage it for Him. And according to the lessons in Crown Financial Ministries, He lets us use 90% to live on. It ALL belongs to God anyway. In fact, everything we think we own belongs to God, He just lets us use it.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well, ten percent was still a lot of money to me, so I volunteered even more time at church and increased my giving to what I considered to be a comfortable level, but still way short of ten percent. And, although I consider myself to be thrifty and manage money wisely, I have still struggled financially.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I came to Northview in December of 2004, and became a member soon after. So it has been six full years since I first heard Pastor Steve’s annual tithing challenge, where he quoted from Malachi 3. You see, my only desire is to please God and live my life for Christ, but I had never thought of myself as robbing from God. I work hard for a living and earn my own way and provide for my family. But still, times were hard and the idea of tithing a full ten percent seemed like a lot to ask, but then Steve quoted “<em>Test Me in this</em>”, says the Lord Almighty, “<em>and see if I will not open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it</em>.”</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So I signed the card and took Steve up on his challenge. I did the math and wrote that first check for the full ten percent. I could not help but think that a whole month’s worth of those tithe checks added up to a really nice car payment! But I stayed the course and waited patiently for God’s blessing to pour out all over me. But things did not get better for me financially, they got worse! I remember thinking about Steve’s challenge and that money back guarantee, and thought of how much all that money could really help me out. I also remembered the lessons from Crown Financial Ministries in that it all belongs to God anyway, so there was no way I was going call and ask for that money. The challenge was for only 90 days, but I had decided to give it a full year, in case God was also testing me in patience.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Each year Steve laid down the same challenge, and each year I signed that card and gave the full ten percent. But each year my financial situation did not improve. My savings account was depleted, and there were times when I feared I could not get to work since I could not afford to put gas in my truck. There were days when I drove on fumes and a prayer. And just like Mother Hubbard, often times the cupboards were bare. I had to borrow money and use credit cards just to stay afloat. (<em>another thing you are not supposed to do!</em>)</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I found myself unemployed for a few months in 2007, but God did provide and I was able to find a new job at basically the same salary as before. And although those few months of unemployment brought a lot of problems for me financially, as soon as I started my new job, I resumed tithing as well. But those blessings still did not come. But now I was also haunted by the debt accrued during unemployment.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">During all of this, I still had a rather dim view about tithing. I was not a cheerful giver and I found no joy at all in giving money to the church, let alone adding the Next Chapter campaign on top of it. I still gave, but I was giving grudgingly. And around this time every year, Pastor Steve presents his tithing challenge with the guarantee that God will pour out blessings. But the blessings still did not come. I was getting rather frustrated. “<em>Okay God, I’m ready! Here’s your check. I’m ready to receive those blessings now</em>!”</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I saw tithing and giving as a chore and I realized that I was only in it to get something out of it. I wanted those blessings God had promised in Malachi 3. But the blessings were not coming. It was also during this time that I met another fellow in our church whose financial situation had been worse than mine. He told me that he had reached the point of turning everything over to God and telling God, “<em>I’ll trust You all the way to zero</em>”. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Those words struck me very deeply, and I decided to do something I should have done from the very beginning – I decided to pray and turn over my whole heart, including my finances, over to the One who provided them in the first place. “Seek <em>first <strong>His</strong> Kingdom</em>…..” Yeah, I remembered that memory verse from Sunday School. “…….<em>and <strong>all</strong> these things will be added unto you</em>”. What things? ALL things. All my needs, all the necessities of life. All of the blessings He had promised. From the Crown Financial Ministries course, I understood the difference between needs and wants, but I was still struggling. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You see, I was being obedient, as He instructs me to do in His Word, but my heart was in the wrong place. I wasn’t doing it for <strong>Him</strong>, I was doing it for <strong>me</strong>! So I asked God to change my heart, and offered myself to Him as His humble servant. I asked Him to help me live my life in a way that is pleasing to Him.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I also prayed, “<em>Lord, I trust You all the way to zero</em>”. And sure enough, God took me all the way to zero, sometimes below zero, but He always provided and brought me back up. I learned to appreciate what He gave me. I also learned to live on a very small budget.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Just over a year ago, things began to change. Certain financial situations began to turn and go my way a little. Not much, but just enough to where there was a little bit left over at the end of the month. Financially, I was no longer suffocating and I could breathe a little better. I also began sponsoring a child in Indonesia through <strong><em>Compassion International</em></strong>. What a blessing! I was even able to complete my Next Chapter pledge early, and give a little extra as well.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Then a job opportunity opened up at work and I applied for it. There had been a salary freeze at work for the last several years, so there had been no raises, even though the cost of living had increased. God blessed me with the new job, which meant a promotion and a small raise. I remember my first thought as being, “<em>Wow, I get to tithe more! Now I can do something for someone else</em>!” I was genuinely excited, but then asked myself “<em>Where did <strong>that</strong> thought come from? That certainly doesn’t sound like me</em>!” I thanked God for the blessing and for changing my heart.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And the blessings started. Not a lot, but small abundances. I noticed that each one of those abundances were also accompanied by an opportunity. An opportunity to help someone else in need.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sometimes I laugh at the fact that the opportunity to help someone out financially, was the exact amount of the abundance that God provided. My greatest joy in doing something for someone is that they never find out where the gift came from. As long as God gets the glory, I’m okay with that. He is the One responsible after all.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I was still under a mountain of debt, but that mountain was shrinking. God is so good. I have learned a lot from this experience and it took a whole lot longer than 90 days to see God working and to realize His blessings. The “floodgates” haven’t opened up and I certainly do have room for more blessings, but God will take care of that in His own time. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My heart and my attitude have changed in regards to tithing. I get paid every two weeks, and it happens electronically. So I have set up reminders on my Outlook calendar for each of those days. On payday, I log onto the Northview website, and pay my tithe electronically. It is the first thing I do on payday. Ten percent from the “first fruits”. I budget the rest of the month from there. There is gas in the truck, food in the fridge, and every once in a while I can afford to go play a round of golf.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And that mountain of debt? This time next month, with the exception of the mortgage, I will be debt free. One more payment to go. I can hardly wait to see what opportunity He presents to me then. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I’ve never been irresponsible with money. I’ve always disliked spending it, especially on myself. So frivolous spending and poor money management was not the problem (my truck is 13 years old and was paid off 11 years ago). What I needed was an attitude adjustment and a heart transplant. And that fear I mentioned earlier, has now turned to joy. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">God is good – all the time! And for Re:Imagine - my pledge is twice the amount I gave to "The Next Chapter". God made that possible too.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We were living in an older home then that was in much need of repair, and it was during this time that I was able to learn and hone much of my handyman skills. It took some time, but by the time we finished, most of that old house looked brand new. Many times my children brought me broken things to repair, and sometimes to my own amazement, I was able to repair them. We taught our children to be polite and to say “please” and “thank you”, but it is hard to tell at such young ages if they really appreciated things or not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It wasn’t until one of my friends had asked if I could bring my tools over to his house to help him fix something, when I heard my little girl loudly exclaim, “<em>Sure he can. My Daddy can fix anything!</em>” I had no idea she was listening, but it did feel good to know that my daughter believed that about me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I hadn’t thought of that for quite some time. Recently I had been going through some of life’s trials and was feeling the heavy burden of despair. I had been taking for granted that I could indeed fix just about anything. I can do most home repairs and if something is made of wood, I’m your man. I am involved in various ministries and over the years have learned to work with people, calming storms, settling disputes, helping others reach a common ground. I enjoy fixing all sorts of things. But this time, emotionally, spiritually, I was getting beat up pretty bad. I had reached a breaking point and I had no idea what to do next. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I had been praying about this issue all along, but I had been asking God to make things the way I wanted them, instead of allowing Him to do it His way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Finally, during one of my quiet times, alone with God, I gave it all to Him. Now, my kind of “quiet time” with God isn’t always quiet. Yes, sometimes it is when I am sitting in my comfortable chair alone with my Bible, but many times it is when I am busy mowing my yard or building something or working on a project in my garage. It was during one of those noisy quiet times, when I could hear my little girl’s voice shouting, “<em>My Daddy can fix anything!</em>” The mere thought of that sweet little girl repeating those words made me smile and brought warmth to my heart as those memories flooded back into my mind. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I thought back to those early days, I heard another voice, that still, small voice you read about in the Bible. It was calm and reassuring, and I could almost feel a gentle hand on my shoulder as He said, “<strong><em>My Daddy can fix anything</em></strong>.” I immediately stopped what I was doing and fell to my knees. I knew all too well <em><strong>Who</strong></em> was speaking to me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I began to pray and begged God to forgive me. I wept almost uncontrollably and called Him “<em>Daddy</em>”. I swept up all my problems, all those things that I could not fix, in my arms and I approached the throne and laid them down at the feet of Jesus. I could not look up, I couldn’t even look at His feet, and I cried, “<em>Daddy, I can’t fix this. I am giving it all over to You to do with as You will. Please forgive me for being so selfish and wanting to have things my own way, instead of Yours</em>”. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I’ve seen some results since then, changes in things that could only come from the Holy Spirit working in people’s lives. I have no idea how things will turn out, but I have decided that whatever makes my Heavenly Father happy, makes me happy.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Humble yourselves, therefore, </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">under God's mighty hand,</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">that He may lift you up in due time.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">Cast all your anxiety on Him </span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">because He cares for you.</span></em></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;">(1 Peter 5:6-7)</span></em></strong></div>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-75228616958605838432010-08-25T12:28:00.000-04:002010-08-25T12:28:24.771-04:00The Best Joke Book Around....<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you are looking for a collection of good, clean jokes that you can openly tell in church, then you need <a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-official-alpha-dude-joke-book/12199819?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/1">The Official Alpha Dude Joke Book</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I like to make people laugh, or at least smile. I don’t care if people are laughing with me or at me. As long as they are laughing, that means they are experiencing at least the slightest bit of joy, even if only for a moment. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I know it isn’t my job to make people happy, but I try to at least make them feel good while I have the chance. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One thing I’ve learned since I was asked to be the Alpha Dude, is that people like to laugh. They also like to share their own bits of humor with me as well. Also, the ministry Director likes to open each session with a joke. Some of them are actually funny (and some are not). I’ve tried my best to only include the funny ones here. So go ahead, sit back and enjoy the ride. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">If you like what you see <a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-official-alpha-dude-joke-book/12199819?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/1">here</a>, share the joy. </span><br />
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I had posted this once before, a long time ago.<br />
However, the formatting was terrible when I converted it for printing.<br />
All that has been corrected and the book is now "new and improved" (so no one can get into any trouble).<br />
Crazy Deb, since you bought a weirded formatted copy, you get this one for free.<br />
(send me your address and I'll send it right out to you, but keep this between just us, okay? I wouldn't everyone else to get jealous)<br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For the rest of you, you can buy the book by clicking on <a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-official-alpha-dude-joke-book/12199819?productTrackingContext=search_results/search_shelf/center/1">this link</a>, or by clicking on the book cover over there on the right side of this page.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Blessings,</span><br />
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<em><strong>Alpha Dude</strong></em>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-81292283464460132892009-12-31T11:27:00.002-05:002009-12-31T11:33:05.225-05:00The Children's Bible in a NutshellThe Bible Story - as written by a child.........<br /><br /><br />In the beginning, which occurred near the start, there was nothing but God, darkness, and some gas. <br /><br />The Bible says, 'The Lord thy God is one, but I think He must be a lot older than that.<br /><br />Anyway, God said, 'Give me a light!' and someone did.<br /><br />Then God made the world. He split the Adam and made Eve. Adam and Eve were naked, but they weren't embarrassed because mirrors hadn't been invented yet.<br /><br />Adam and Eve disobeyed God by eating one bad apple, so they were driven from the Garden of Eden.....Not sure what they were driven in though, because they didn't have cars.<br /><br />Adam and Eve had a son, Cain, who hated his brother as long as he was Abel.<br /><br />Pretty soon all of the early people died off, except for Methuselah, who lived to be like a million or something.<br /><br />One of the next important people was Noah, who was a good guy, but one of his kids was kind of a Ham. Noah built a large boat and put his family and some animals on it. He asked some other people to join him, but they said they would have to take a rain check.<br /><br />After Noah came Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. Jacob was more famous than his brother, Esau, because Esau sold Jacob his birthmark in exchange for some pot roast. Jacob had a son named Joseph who wore a really loud sports coat.<br /><br />Another important Bible guy is Moses, whose real name was Charlton Heston. Moses led the Israel Lights out of Egypt and away from the evil Pharaoh after God sent ten plagues on Pharaoh's people. These plagues included frogs, mice, lice, bowels, and no cable.<br /><br />God fed the Israel Lights every day with manicotti. Then he gave them His Top Ten Commandments. These include: don't lie, cheat, smoke, dance, or covet your neighbors stuff. Oh, yeah, I just thought of one more: Humor thy father and thy mother.<br /><br />One of Moses' best helpers was Joshua who was the first Bible guy to use spies. Joshua fought the battle of Geritol and the fence fell over on the town.<br /><br />After Joshua came David. He got to be king by killing a giant with a slingshot. He had a son named Solomon who had about 300 wives and 500 porcupines. My teacher says he was wise, but that doesn't sound very wise to me.<br /><br />After Solomon there were a bunch of major league prophets. One of these was Jonah, who was swallowed by a big whale and then barfed up on the shore. <br /><br />There were also some minor league prophets, but I guess we don't have to worry about them.<br /><br />After the Old Testament came the New Testament. Jesus is the star of The New. He was born in Bethlehem in a barn. (<em>I wish I had been born in a barn too, because my mom is always saying to me, 'Close the door! Were you born in a barn?' It would be nice to say, 'As a matter of fact, I was.'</em>)<br /><br />During His life, Jesus had many arguments with sinners like the Pharisees and the Democrats.<br /><br />Jesus also had twelve opossums. The worst one was Judas Asparagus. Judas was so evil that they named a terrible vegetable after him.<br /><br />Jesus was a great man. He healed many leopards and even preached to some Germans on the Mount.<br /><br />But the Democrats and all those guys put Jesus on trial before Pontius the Pilot. Pilot didn't stick up for Jesus. He just washed his hands instead.<br /><br />Anyways, Jesus died for our sins, then came back to life again. He went up to Heaven but will be back at the end of the Aluminum. His return is foretold in the book of Revolution.Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-71906776749964988012009-10-19T14:09:00.002-04:002009-11-07T12:32:27.855-05:00The Gold Coin<span style="font-family:verdana;">I had an encounter with God this weekend.<br /><br />Our church is involved in a spiritual growth campaign called “RESET”. We’re borrowing it from </span><a href="http://www.crossroads.net/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Crossroads Church</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> in Cincinnati, Ohio. It is really pretty good and I highly recommend it. Each week during RESET, we’re given a different “challenge” to complete.<br /><br />One of the things we were asked to do during this past week’s challenge was to participate in the “Prayer Experience”. The Prayer Experience is a series of 12 or 13 “stations” that you walk through while listening to a message on an MP3 player. Upon entering each area, or room, you click next on the player and listen to the narrator explain the intent of this particular area. The experience you have while there is strictly between you and God, even if other people may also be in the room at the same time. Each individual moves at their own pace, advancing to the next “station” whenever they are ready. One station leads you through the church auditorium, others lead you through small rooms or areas sectioned off by black curtains.<br /><br />I went early Saturday morning and found myself to be the only one there.<br /><br />Some things I have been dealing with lately involve fear, doubt, and feeling insecure about some things. Often times I wonder, “<em>Where is God in all of this</em>?” while dealing with some particular daily experiences.<br /><br />During the Prayer Experience Saturday morning, God reminded me that He is still right there with me, and is in control of everything.<br /><br />As I entered the third “station”, the one titled “<em>IDOLS</em>”, I noticed a wicker basket full of gold coins. (<em>Don’t worry, they’re all cheap plastic coins, so no one will try to steal them</em>). Each coin was imprinted with a symbol (a harp, praying hands, etc.) and had a scripture verse on the back.<br /><br />I pressed “next” on the MP3 player and the narrator began to explain the meaning of this particular room. As he spoke I noticed another small basket which contained pieces of bread, and a box of toothpicks next to it. Beside the baskets of coins and bread, there was a sign that said to take a few coins and a piece of bread, and as you listen to the narrator, you’ll discover what to do with them. A few, to me, means three, so that’s what I tried to pick up. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I reached into the coin basket and picked up a few coins. When I looked in my hand, I counted four plastic gold coins. I didn’t really believe I would use all four coins and figured I could put one back in the main basket before I left this room. I used a toothpick to pick up a small piece of bread and made my way into the main part of the room.<br /><br />In this room, I saw several brick pedestals with more wicker baskets on them. Each basket already had many coins in each of them and the front of each pedestal bore a sign which described a common misconception or belief you may have, or have had, about Jesus. The instructions were that if you thought you needed prayer in this area of your life, or if you basically need to hit the “Reset” button concerning your thoughts or beliefs about Jesus, then as you are praying (talking to God) about it, toss a coin into the basket, indicating that you are turning it over to Him.<br /><br />As music now played on the MP3 player, I took my time reading each sign, and carefully, deeply and prayerfully evaluated where I stood on each issue. And I tossed a coin into a basket, and then another, and so on.<br /><br />When I got to the end of the row of pedestals, I had tossed one coin into five different baskets. Five. A chill ran up my spine. I looked back across the room to where I had started and remembered that I had only picked up four coins from the first basket.<br /><br />It was then that I also noticed that I still had one more coin in my hand. As I looked at it, my body began to tingle and my eyes began welling up. Through the tears, I read the verse written on the back of this coin. It was Philippians 4:13, “<strong><em>I can do all things through Him who gives me strength</em></strong>”.<br /><br />I had been conversing and listening to God the entire time, feeling Him, as it were, so I thought, “Okay Lord. I get it. I give it all over to you.” All of my cares, my worries my fears, my insecurities, I turned it all over to Him. I remembered the story of Jesus feeding the five thousand and stared at that piece of bread on the toothpick in my hand.<br /><br />Nothing happened with the bread, so when the narrator said to eat it, I did. I looked again at the coin still in my hand and said, “I’m keeping this one”. I put the coin in my pocket, left the room and proceeded to the next station.<br /><br />Blessings.</span>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-33229909487499988582009-09-10T10:02:00.001-04:002009-09-10T10:04:16.421-04:00Penguins......<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Did you ever wonder why there are no dead penguins on the ice in Antarctica - where do they go?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Wonder no more!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It is a known fact that the penguin is a very ritualistic bird, which lives an extremely ordered and complex life.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The penguin is very committed to its family and will mate for life, as well as maintaining a form of compassionate contact with its offspring throughout its life.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If a penguin is found dead on the ice surface, other members of the family and social circle have been known to dig holes in the ice, using their vestigial wings and beaks, until the hole is deep enough for the dead bird to be rolled into and buried.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The male penguins then gather in a circle around the fresh grave and sing:</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> "Freeze a jolly good fellow."<br /> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> "Then they kick him in the ice hole."<br /><br /> </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You really didn’t believe that I knew anything about penguins, did you?</em></span>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-77040395724711643292009-08-25T12:25:00.004-04:002009-08-25T12:28:56.808-04:00A Really Good Quote....<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>"If a friend is in trouble, </em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>don't annoy him by asking</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>if there is anything you can do.</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>Think up something appropriate</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>and do it."</em></strong></span></div><div align="center">- Edgar Watson Howe</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">I really don't think I should say anything beyond that.</span></div>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-51441081179732390652009-05-14T22:18:00.001-04:002009-05-14T22:18:06.795-04:00marriage_view.wmv<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/fQYJmv3aazs' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fQYJmv3aazs'/></object></p><p>Enjoy.<br /><br />Turn up your speakers!</p></div>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-5363895289306728792009-04-24T12:14:00.004-04:002009-04-24T12:25:23.338-04:00You Just Can't Make This Stuff Up.....<span style="font-family:verdana;">My job requires that I drive to different areas of our state quite often. During my travels, I’ve seen some rather interesting things. You are about to see why I now keep my camera with me whenever make these trips.<br />The following are a collection of a few of the photos I’ve taken during my travels around our state. You just can’t make this stuff up. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328293278543942674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilpfC_-7aEU6JVLeYtqAp80cYn8d_w9Z8FlrVBBqDWb0SpXI0l_EZvmqZprItxKqnDkTxGk0YiCaxAyIDt7RSyLIW_yfRROZhXoSQwlvA1EZJMytyw2_5WRm8QC4rcR-NsV6Pb/s320/Old+Baptist+Cemetery.JPG" border="0" />Apparently, this is where they bury the Old Baptists.<br />Not sure where they put the younger ones. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328293281842728930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5gQ5R6x7HIUKN6XGQL9R5iRU-xCnRfad_DruLyNLHtXlXwWUbkCxK07TW67tYTVnYeX4Pnp2fssrMKEYDTB_cNaaqbG19ytu7JlI4ls4WTrqVDGkBT-5nJzV_gxOVk_0omfaP/s320/Breakfast+Special.JPG" border="0" />Obviously, part of Obama’s new economic plan…. </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></p></span><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328293292132053026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmEZ9eA7QN2sFNLpPJ3B83qgd6Jygxfc8AhAztsC2Ei_Rm3uBzmqUNWK51D6kiowkpRDAYQbKHEzSTklm8GfVlomnrQulhauh_3JET57ZHovds-w3cDbRapv1kAgu4tW4GlrdM/s320/IMG_0193.JPG" border="0" />The sign pretty much says it all. And, no, I have not eaten here.<br />I’m afraid to.<br /></p><p></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328293288456191394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ_5HMN32p8ZP7JQzcoomuJNz7lQ1RRxPCC46pKegAc15jRRqHLMEhs0VjppEBNaMJmyxRezEe9oI9SPkjd9Fa5l4AHqO4Ksfifq9fru4TMkLk0xU5tnC2fNM7DgcWErpxVvgn/s320/IMG_0075.JPG" border="0" />Now THIS farmer harvests his corn really faast!<br /></p><p></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328293291187245554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXVteY2LY-dkZQ3ZEWsrmvyxgNHSxZcoITkkFTJQNVczw5HrJyrHDfkyrB_ynaQsAyUuJcv2Q9LrRDU1l1e1d3jXZoxsnAADKAh9nEn8yZ7QBFGdQ9w5BzH2xugGyUy81LM_oe/s320/Dumping.JPG" border="0" />Before you try to dispose of the body, make sure to check their ID first.<br /></p><p> </p><p>I hope you have enjoyed this trip to our state.</p><p>Please come back anytime.<br /></p>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-11469470719596788882009-04-16T08:29:00.004-04:002009-04-16T08:40:00.657-04:00A Gathering Force - by Francis Chan<span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>I just finished reading the book “Crazy Love” by Francis Chan. I also used to be a member of Cornerstone Church in Simi Valley, California (Francis Chan’s church). The article below is exactly what Francis talks about in his book, talks about in church, and is how he himself lives his own life. I know this man personally, and you can trust what he says…….</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325265942752318962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXIkE0PryPqIW82AeTzzJ-ec6Jydz4Onf605cE5RIW5KKI9LMy9zRF6AKsR-l8LMbAgq7hpqL1KxlG-Yq9cO6XfyPv3AnWZMPIcUNvkhBejhJHdZGgs2I2PW8fZYsnc29K1IbE/s400/A+Gathering+Force+-+Francis+Chan.JPG" border="0" /><br />Is there any logic in believing that God started His Church as a Spirit-filled, loving body with the intention that it would evolve into entertaining, hour-long services? Was he hoping that one day people would be attracted to the Church not because they care for one another, not because they are devoted to Him, not because the supernatural occurs in their midst, but because of good music and entertainment?</p><p><br />Try to imagine what conclusions you would come to if you had no prior church experience. The things in church services might make sense to the American church-attendee, but they don’t make sense biblically. </p><p> </p><p>Picture yourself on an island with only a Bible. You’ve never been to a church-you’ve never even heard of one. The only ideas you have about church are what you’ve read in your Bible. Then you enter a building labeled “church” for the first time. What would you expect to experience as you entered that building? Now compare that to what you actually experience when you attend church. </p><p><br /></p><p><strong>GANG RELATED</strong><br />A while back, an ex-gang member got baptized at our church. He fell in love with Jesus and turned from his old lifestyle. But after several months at the church, he stopped attending. When we asked him why he stopped attending, he answered: “I had the wrong idea of what church was going to be like. When I joined the church, I thought it was going to be like joining a gang. You see, in the gangs we weren’t just nice to each other once a week-we were family.” </p><p><br />That killed me because I knew that what he expected is what the church was intended to be. It saddened me because I realized that the gangs paint a better picture of loyalty and family than the local church body does. </p><p><br /></p><p>But what if the church looked like this? </p><p><br /></p><p>They devoted themselves to the apostles’ teaching and to the fellowship, to the breaking of bread and to prayer. Everyone was filled with awe, and many wonders and miraculous signs were done by the apostles. All the believers were together and had everything in common. Selling their possessions and goods, they gave to anyone as he had need. Every day they continued to meet together in the temple courts. They broke bread in their homes and ate together with glad and sincere hearts, praising God and enjoying the favor of all the people. And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved. (Acts 2:42-47) </p><p><br /></p><p>That describes what the ex-gang member was looking for. It describes what the world is waiting for. I used to look at this passage as something that was wonderful but could never happen in the twenty-first century. There are just too many cultural obstacles for the Holy Spirit to overcome. He is powerful enough to raise the dead, but not powerful enough to form a sharing and loving body in our individualistic society. I doubted God’s ability to stir a body of believers to love tirelessly and give without restraint. I reasoned that this type of fellowship was probably not intended for our time. Besides, we don’t have time to love like this. </p><p><br /></p><p>Looking back, I wonder if I came to those conclusions because there was a part of me that wasn’t sure I wanted it. It’s interesting how much our theology is driven by desire. </p><p><br /></p><p>There came a point where the elders at our church concluded that there was no reason why God wouldn’t want the church to look like it did in the beginning. From there we reasoned that if God wants that, then we want it too. But the exciting part came when we resolved not to settle for anything less. We would pursue this for His Church regardless of how many would be turned off and move to other churches. If this is God’s standard, then we will one day give an account for how we led His people toward the biblical model. </p><p><br /></p><p>But where do we go from here? The hard part is answering the question of how. There are probably many who want our churches to function like the early church, but how do we get there? </p><p><br /></p><p><strong>START WITH WHAT YOU CAN CONTROL</strong><br />In other words, start with yourself. It’s wrong to blame others for the condition of the Church. And it’s silly for leaders to blame followers. God wasn’t satisfied when Adam blamed Eve or when Eve blamed the serpent. </p><p><br /></p><p>Our elders started with what we could control. We can’t control other people. We can’t make the congregation “break bread in their homes” or “sell their possessions.” We also can’t control God. We can’t make Him do “wonders and miraculous signs” through us. I can, however, sell my possessions as people have needs. I do have control over that, so that became the first logical step. As we do our part, we trust God to bring about the “awe” and “wonders” in His time. </p><p><br /></p><p>It was a beautiful time of sharing as our elders laid “everything” at each others’ feet. We surrendered the keys to our cars, homes, and bank accounts. I actually believed the elders who looked me in the eyes and said, “What’s mine is yours. If anything ever happens to you, I will support and care for your kids as much as I would care for my own. I will be your life insurance.” And because they had a history of genuine sacrifice for the sake of the gospel, I trusted what they said. From there, we began going to some of our friends in the congregation and expressing our commitment to them (something anyone can do). </p><p><br /></p><p>And now this mentality is spreading. New life is permeating the church as individuals are backing up their words with sacrifice. Cars and homes are being sold or given away. Expensive vacations are joyfully replaced with spending on others. People are being taken into homes-not only for meals, but to live. It’s still the beginning of the process, and most people probably still come for the teaching or the music, but there’s a growing number at our church who are coming to be with their church family and they don’t care about who’s teaching or leading music. </p><p><br /></p><p><strong>THERE MUST BE MORE</strong><br />Something real was happing in the early Church. It was something of the Spirit, too powerful to be replicated by human effort. Imagine taking a friend to one of their church gatherings. Your friend might not experience a smoothly run, professional service. But one thing he would experience: God. Do we even need to ask which is better? So much of church growth today has nothing to do with the Holy Spirit. The right team of talented people can make any church grow. When people sit through creative services, is it really God they’re experiencing?</p><p><br /></p><p>Don’t get me wrong: I’m not saying that we shouldn’t give our best to God. If you’re a musician, work diligently at your music. If you’re a teacher, labor intensely over your messages. I’m just asking you to be willing to rethink what you’re doing and ask: How can we create a more biblical environment where people see and experience God? </p><p><br /></p><p>I’m reminded of the story of Gideon in Judges 7. God tells Gideon, “You have too many men for me to deliver Midian into their hands. In order that Israel may not boast against me that her own strength has saved her, announce now to the people, ‘Anyone who trembles with fear may turn back and leave Mount Gilead.’ So twenty-two thousand men left, while ten thousand remained.” (Judges 7:2-3) </p><p><br /></p><p>If you remember the story, God then reduced the army to 300 soldiers. God did not just defeat the Midianites-He was careful to do it in a way that gave Him all the glory. He did not want to allow Israel to boast “that her own strength has saved her.” </p><p><br /></p><p>May people see our churches and know that mere human beings could not have created what they experienced. May we seek the priorities of the early church and trust God to once again produce the fruit of the early Church. </p><p><br /></p><p>“And the Lord added to their number daily those who were being saved.” (Acts 2:47) </p><p><br /></span></p><br /><em>Francis Chan is the pastor of Cornerstone Church and the president of Eternity Bible College in Simi Valley. In addition to being a pastor, Francis speaks to thousands of youth throughout the U.S., challenging them to deeper commitment. He can be heard on his radio program “Truth Be Known.” Francis has a great sense of humor, a genuine love for Christ, and a commitment to teach straight from the Word of God. Francis and his wife Lisa have been married for twelve years and have three daughters and one son: Rachel, mercy, Eliana, and Ezekiel. He is a graduate of the Master’s College and Seminary. </em>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-41574045490475756822009-04-01T12:25:00.005-04:002009-04-01T12:37:30.643-04:00Just some stuff on my mind…..<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Just thought I’d share a few things that have been on my mind lately and I’d like to get off my chest.<br /><br /><strong>The Other Door</strong><br />I went to lunch with some co-workers recently and the door to the restaurant had a sign on it that read “Please Use Other Door”. Well, there were a few “other doors” to choose from and the store front layout of this place did not make it easy to locate the correct door. My suggestion to anyone who posts a sign that says “Please Use Other Door” would to also post a similar sign on the correct door that reads “THIS IS THE OTHER DOOR”. It sure would be helpful.<br /><br /><strong>Stimulus Money</strong><br />This bailout stuff is really starting to get on my nerves. I cannot understand how so many people can be so stupid. Especially our so-called elected officials. Whether you call it stimulus, bailout, or economic recovery, it is all going to lead us to the same place. What is really happening is that they are putting money into the economy by taking money out of the economy, then putting that same money back into the economy and taxing it as it passes through. Sheer stupidity.<br />Would you like to know how to really stimulate the economy? I’m glad you asked. I’d be happy to tell you. (and, by the way, had you elected me as President, this is what would be going on instead).<br />First, instead of bailing out the major corporations (banks, mortgage lenders, etc.), I would put all those executives in jail for the illegal mishandling of the funds they were entrusted with. Those guys got rich while their companies, clients and investors went broke. They themselves screwed up and should be held accountable.<br />Second, lower gas prices. Please don’t whine to me about the oil companies and their problems! If they can run the price of gas above $4 per gallon and show record profits, then they can surely drive the price of a gallon of gas to below one dollar! Then, start drilling in ANWR and under the Colorado Rockies. Sarah Palin already thinks we should be drilling in ANWR, and that is in her home state. There’s more oil under the Rockies than in the entire middle east, so what are we waiting for? Oil production in Alaska hasn’t bothered the caribou any, so why should some dumb mountain goats mind either? By lowering gas prices and increasing domestic production, those middle-eastern guys will have no choice but to lower their prices as well in order to keep up.<br />Lower gas prices will also bring down the price of just about everything else (all that stuff that went UP when the gas prices increased last year), which means people will start buying more. When people start buying more stuff, the demand will increase, which will stabilize prices, create or reinstate more jobs, which puts people back to work, and drastically slows down the rate of inflation. Right now, by pumping more money into the economy, only serves to reduce the value of that dollar in your pocket. Bring prices down and let people EARN things, then the economy will stabilize and recover.<br /><br /><strong>Social Security and Health Care</strong><br />My recommendation is to take away that golden umbrella and put our elected officials (all of them) on the same system as the rest of us, and then watch how fast they fix it!<br /><br /><strong>About Christians</strong><br />Okay, so I started by just blowing off some steam and I got a little carried away. Being a Christian means to be “Christ-Like”. Yeah, I know, it isn’t easy and it is much easier said than done. But if you are going to cut me off in traffic, swear at other drivers, flip the finger at people, and drive like a maniac, then please go get some warm water and a razor blade and scrape that “Honk If You Love Jesus” bumper sticker off your car. And please remove that plastic chrome plated Jesus fish symbol while you are at it.<br />And please, I beg you, if you are only going to act nice to people, and put on your “Christian face” only on Sundays, then please don’t tell anyone that you are a Christian. Because, quite frankly, dude, you are bad for business.<br />Jesus told us to follow Him. To be like Him and to tell others about Him (sometimes using words) all the time. Not just when we feel like it.<br />I’d heard it said that the two main reasons that most people do not come to Christ is<br />1) They have not yet met a Christian, and<br />2) They HAVE met a Christian.<br />I had a conversation this morning with a guy who is struggling with accepting Christ because of the church people he has met who don’t practice what they preach. He feels God tugging at him, but he cannot ignore what he sees around him.<br /><br /><strong>Honesty<br /></strong>Why is it that the people who mean the most to you, that you love more than anyone or anything, that should love you back the same way, still feel the need to lie to you?<br /><br />I’m just saying…. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br><strong>Friends</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I so very thankful that God has placed in my life a few men who are allowed access to see into the very core of my heart and hold me accountable. These are some great men and are what true friends are really all about.</p><div align="left"><br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em><strong>Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you;<br />not as the world gives do I give to you.<br />Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful.<br /></strong>JOHN 14:27 </em></span></div>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-11175310761437630532009-03-12T22:08:00.003-04:002009-03-12T22:18:58.284-04:00Pole Dancer VideoBe forewarned.<br />Before veiwing this video, please put down your soda.<br /><br />Trust me.<br /><br /><br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-ffd41fd2c58adf5 height=266 width=320 contentId="ffd41fd2c58adf5"></OBJECT>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-88815282164140647942009-02-25T12:33:00.002-05:002009-02-25T12:39:45.166-05:00One of my all time favorite songs<a href="http://www.tangle.com/view_video?viewkey=f9094a6548c1a96d355a ">http://www.tangle.com/view_video?viewkey=f9094a6548c1a96d355a </a><br /><br /><br />Turn up your speakers, click on the link, and enjoy.Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-71767272572970902652009-02-07T23:23:00.000-05:002009-02-07T23:23:15.486-05:00Getting Bent<span style="font-family:verdana;">Yeah, I know what you may be thinking, and you just might be right. But I hope you keep on reading anyway.<br /><br />First of all, it may be helpful to understand the mind behind where this is coming from.</span><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295808375409460434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 314px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv-4M9VjhsE4xQherNj6phqPGOCjd0wXvkxrQUwbkZVNFSdI8ubWT6SgHnRUJzbX9ChudBGpTT9GAIViobQ8raVhBqkBnCkIDRZA9rH9z91UAzqztURiCdHcljULROZ_FytkHn/s320/Good+With+Math.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;"> So yeah, that may explain a few things (<em>thank God for spell check!</em>), but please bear with me and I’ll try to make this as simple as I can.<br />You see, I’ve been thinking lately about <strong><em>Moments</em></strong>.<br /><br />The following is a brief definition of a moment:<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Moment of force</strong> (often just <strong><em>moment</em></strong>) is a synonym for <em><strong>torque</strong></em>, an important basic concept in physics and civil engineering. For example, "torque" is usually used to describe a rotational force that a wrench applies to a nut or bolt, whereas "moment" is more often used to describe a bending force on a beam.<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295801834436723906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVz2nUelzRV9JhWaiEd4ne-T-mR4ur8iXcustTHDT-S5d82mPh55JnN2GtFb-1DqnDjz4nvYhuk2txbiVPc8nEVhC0ggpmNIBn_Xh9IMyHx9LEJuWdNNZpJ3h9wFzKowhs7kOG/s320/Bending+Moment+Diagram.JPG" border="0" /><br />This diagram can be explained by the equation <strong>M</strong><span style="font-size:78%;">G</span> = <strong>F</strong> x <strong>d</strong>.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>F</strong> is the force applied on the beam, and <strong>d</strong> is the distance from the wall (<em>or start of the beam</em>). I have called the point where the beam meets the wall, point <strong>G</strong>, and you’ll see why in a moment (<em>no pun intended</em>). It is also important to note that at point <strong>G</strong>, the distance <strong>d</strong> equals <em>zero</em>!<br /><br />Now suppose that <strong>F</strong> is constant, meaning that the amount of force pressing against the beam doesn’t change. No matter where you put it, the force is the same.<br />As <strong>F </strong>gets farther away from the wall, the amount of the <strong>Moment</strong> will increase (<em>gets bigger</em>). So, as <strong>d</strong> gets bigger, so does <strong>M</strong><span style="font-size:78%;">G</span>. Basic math stuff, <em>right</em>?<br /><br />The Moment at point <strong>G</strong>, <strong>M</strong><span style="font-size:78%;">G</span>, experiences all the stresses and strains (<em>torque</em>) as it resists bending or breaking as the force <strong>F</strong> is pressed against the beam. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Think of a big tree being blown hard by a strong wind.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295808379018038162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZKTCtbZQMu0RvVW21wdgvphyphenhyphenvy8l-HCc9RBJRCYHFQ9budLZP0-Sxk1KtALTBFlP0h5_7d1wKKEZ7sb3eUELlYmesXoVPCp8HMoTuBC1Ug9AR-6wsasnHaojPZbQP-nvKpeP/s320/Windy+Tree.JPG" border="0" />(<em>I like this picture because it looks like someplace I’d rather be right now</em>)<br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The force is applied by the wind and it creates a Moment at the base of the tree, the height of the tree (distance <strong>d</strong>) will depend on how much stress and strain is experienced at the base. The tree bends, <em>but it doesn’t break</em>. This may explain why the tree is bigger at the base. This is where it needs to be stronger. So it doesn’t break off at the base.<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Okay, are you getting the idea behind the bending moment and how it grows depending on the amount of force and the distance from point <strong>G</strong>?<br />Yeah? Okay, good.<br /><br />So, although the force is strong, the beam doesn’t rotate, or turn, because it is anchored at the base.<br /><br />Now for the personal visual part:<br /><br /><strong>You</strong> are the beam. The force applied on that beam (<em>you</em>), multiplied by the distance from the base (<em>or connection point</em>) results in the amount of stress applied at point <strong>G</strong>. Remember, Point <strong>G</strong> is the connection at the wall, where the distance <strong>d </strong>is zero.<br />When the forces of your life are applied at <strong>G</strong> (<strong>d</strong> = 0), the <em>Moment</em>, or stress (or <em>torque</em>) is also zero.<br /><strong>G</strong> stands for <strong>God</strong>. He is what is holding you in place.<br /><br />Can you see where this is going?<br />The farther you are away from God, the greater the forces of life can affect you and cause you stress or strain and get you <strong><em>torqued</em></strong>.<br /><br />Some stuff in my life has happened recently to get me rather torqued off.<br />Why did those things affect me so much?<br />Why was it so easy for me to get torqued, and cause me to worry?<br />My wife had a most profound statement for me. She simply told me that if I have worry, then I am not close to God. Wow. <em>That is scriptural too</em>!<br /><br />But still, some of life’s Moments were causing me stress, and putting some strain on my life. Remember: <strong>M</strong> = <strong>F</strong> x <strong>d</strong>.<br />If I was experiencing big “<strong>Moments</strong>”, then my <strong>d</strong> was not zero, or not even close to it. Even though I <em>believed</em> I was close to God, apparently I wasn’t. How could I be, if I was getting <em><strong>torqued</strong></em>?<br /><br />All this time I had thought I was doing so much for the kingdom of God. Constantly driving to do more, and do it better than I had before, and just plowing straight ahead with all that I had to give. I was racing at 200 MPH and showed no signs of slowing down, getting tired or burning out.<br /><br />But the “Moments” were increasing. (<em>Remember the story about the Pharisee</em>?)<br /><br />A very dear friend of mine shared a devotional with me that simply stated that I needed to build some margin into my life. <em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I had no idea what that meant until I read the whole thing.</span></em><br />(<em><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Purpose Driven Life – daily devotional, January 6, 2009</span></em>)<br /><br />The article said that by building margin in my life I will get:<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. <strong>Peace of mind.</strong> <em>When you’re not always hurrying and worrying, you have time to think, time to relax, time to enjoy life. </em><br />2. <strong>Better health</strong>. <em>Unrelenting stress harms our bodies…..your body needs downtime in order to heal. Race cars make pit stops occasionally in order to get repaired. You can’t fix anything going 200 miles an hour. Yet, we try to repair ourselves while we’re still racing through life</em>.<br />3. <strong>Stronger relationships</strong>. <em>When we don’t make relationships a priority and make time for each other, our relationships suffer</em>.<br />4. <strong>Usefulness in ministry</strong>. ….<em>when you have margin, you’re available for God to use</em>.</span><br /><br />My response to my friend said,<br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">“So basically, I am in the pits being repaired.<br />I have been racing at 200MPH for too long and I suppose I could use a rest.<br />I’m not used to that, so it will be something to get used to for a time.” </span></em><br /><br />His response to me is what really got me thinking.<br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">“So basically, you're in for repairs as you've been bumping into other cars and smacking the wall from time to time. . . then find out the real problem. . . I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO DRIVE!<br /><br />The Lord drives! He drives the bus, truck, car, motorcycle, etc. He's the only one that knows where we are going! If He drives we get there safe and sound and all we have to do is sit back and listen to His instruction and follow His guidance and we Win the race!<br /><br />Driver or rider. . . you decide.”</span></em><br /><br /><br />So I’m taking a rest. I spend my time in God’s Word, in prayer, and in fellowship with Him. I am just allowing Him to restore me so He can use when and where ever He so chooses.<br /><br />One more thing to think about is <strong><em>deflection</em></strong>. That is an engineering term for the amount of bending experienced by the beam as <strong>d</strong> increases. (<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Don't worry, I won't go into the math to calculate the effects that deflection has on the beam</em></span>)<br />When we get far enough away from God, we, the beam, can start to bend. The problem is that this stuff usually happens gradually over time so it is difficult to notice when we are doing it. How far do you have to bend before you realize that you’ve gone too far?<br />Well, if you start making excuses, you are pretty much there.<br /><em>“Oh, I know what the Bible says, but that can’t apply to me, because my life is different”<br />“Surely God knows that I need to have this or that, because….” </em></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">And we start trying to justify our sin.<br /><br />The Bible says what it says. God gave us His commands and there are no exceptions. The Bible is quite clear on what we are to do and how we are to live our lives. I couldn’t find any references (<em>and believe me, I looked for them</em>) that give us an out. “<em>If only that person would do this, or behave that way, then I’ll obey God’s directive</em>”. Nope. Sorry. It just isn’t in there.<br /><br />I have mentioned before that many, many years ago, I told God that “<em>My answer to you is <strong>Yes</strong>, now what is the question?</em>”<br />Meaning that I will not hesitate to do whatever He calls me to do. For now, I suppose, He is calling me to rest and recharge, and be renewed, in Him.<br /><br />I heard a song on the country radio station recently, I think it is titled “Down the Road” (<em>I can’t remember who sings it</em>), but the song has a line in it that asks if the guy is “<em><strong>Washed in the blood and not just the water</strong></em>”.<br />So I thought about my own life. Am I washed in the Blood? Or, did I merely get wet when I got baptized? I understand that water baptism will not get you into heaven, only the saving grace of accepting Jesus Christ as your personal Savior will do that.<br />But you know something? Some days, I can, without a doubt, declare that yes, I am living my life as proof that I was washed in the Blood, saved by Grace, and living my life for Christ.<br />I can also show you other days when all I did was get wet in a church.<br /><br />Christian song artist Michael O’Brien has a song that says “<em><strong>What would my life say to you, if I said nothing at all?</strong></em>”<br />My life is supposed to be a living testimony to the awesomeness of Jesus Christ.<br /><br />So that’s what I am trying to do. Live my life for Him. Get and stay as close to God as I can. To make my <strong>M</strong> = <em>zero</em>. To not allow myself to <em>get torqued</em>, or get bent. <em>And resist the temptation to tell certain others to “get bent”</em>.<br />Given my sarcastic and rebellious nature, this won’t be easy. But I can do all things through Him who gives me strength.<br /><br />So how about you? Are you washed in the blood, and not just the water?<br />What would <strong><em>your</em></strong> life say, if you didn’t say anything at all?<br /><br />Are you <em><strong>getting bent</strong></em>? You don’t have to be. Just spend a little time talking to God, and He will straighten you right out. </span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><p></p><p>Those forces of life will still press against you, and those winds will still blow, but staying close to God will help you weather any storm. And sometimes, those things are good for you. Like Winston Churchill said, <em>"Kites rise against the wind, not with it".</em><br /><br />Blessings.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#663300;"><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;">“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30 </span></strong></em><br /></span></span></span><p><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></p></span></strong></em>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-3346770325572563392009-02-06T12:36:00.001-05:002009-02-06T12:38:53.244-05:00Wow. What a Day!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I woke up this morning, put on my shirt, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>and a button fell off.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I opened the dresser drawer, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>and a knob fell off.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>I picked up my briefcase, </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>and the handle fell off.</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I am afraid to go to the bathroom!</span></div>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-29425933883414143422009-02-02T12:49:00.004-05:002009-02-02T13:03:27.528-05:00Happy Groundhog Day!!<span style="font-family:verdana;">No, I’m not referring to some overgrown rodent seeing or not seeing his shadow. I’m talking about what should be a National Holiday. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Yep. Today is my birthday. I’m not saying how old I am, but when someone at church this weekend jokingly mentioned that I am 29, I replied that I am indeed only 29, with 18 years experience! And so far, this is the oldest I have ever been!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>(I don’t mind getting older, it’s the side effects I could do without)</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />I hope you all have a wonderful day and that you enjoy the following jabs at growing older…….<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298259415202235138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1lPnTiuPtp8zweDVjQLP_g1Ens4Ji9m1YpVCFwoxnsizMlOeN97-NlkW30GI7VPy9x7LiS1L1mJeYuWHEE3Mjs0M2KOG2j4eQcIS_bcjLpnBv_2WSIHgZ93rcvK5Kwyx5LFjs/s320/My+Life.bmp" border="0" /> <strong>A few Quotes on Aging....</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">We spend our lives on the run: we get up by the clock, eat and sleep by the clock, get up again, go to work - and then we retire. And what do they give us? A bloody clock. - - - - <em>Dave Allen</em> </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br />When you reach forty you can’t do anything every day.- - - - <em>Henry “Hank” Aaron</em><br /><br />The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.- - - - <em>Lucille Ball</em><br /><br />If I were younger, I'd know more.- - - - <em>James Barrie</em><br /><br />To me, old age is always fifteen years older than I am.- - - - <em>Bernard M. Baruch</em><br /><br />What Youth deemed crystal,Age finds out was dew.- - - - <em>Robert Browning</em><br /><br />I prefer old age to the alternative.- - - - <em>Maurice Chevalier</em><br /><br />One keeps on forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.- - - - <em>Colette</em><br /><br />Old age is no place for sissies.- - - - <em>Bette Davis</em><br /><br />As one grows older, one becomes wiser and more foolish.- - - - <em>François, Duc de La Rochefoucauld</em><br /><br />I grow old . . . I grow old . . .I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.- - - - <em>T. S. Eliot “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”</em><br /><br />We do not count a man's years until he has nothing else to count.- - - - <em>Ralph Waldo Emerson</em><br /><br />If youth but knew; if age but could.- - - - <em>Henri Estienne</em><br /><br />Middle age is when your age starts to show around your middle.- - - - <em>Bob Hope</em><br /><br />After a man passes sixty, his mischief is mainly in his head.- - - - <em>Edgar Watson Howe</em><br /><br />I have everything I had twenty years ago, only it’s all a little bit lower.- - - - <em>Gypsy Rose Lee</em><br /><br />After thirty, a body has a mind of its own.- - - - <em>Bette Midler</em><br /><br />At age fifty, every man has the face he deserves.- - - - <em>George Orwell</em><br /><br />Age is a question of mind over matter. If you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.- - - - <em>Satchel Paige</em><br /><br />How old would you be if you didn't know how old you was?- - - - <em>Satchel Paige</em><br /><br />Old Age: First you forget names, then you forget faces, then you forget to pull your zipper up, then you forget to pull your zipper down.- - - - <em>Leo Rosenberg</em><br /><br />When men reach their sixties and retire they go to pieces. Women just go right on cooking.- - - - <em>Gail Sheehy</em><br /><br />Said the little boy, “Sometimes I drop my spoon.”Said the old man, “I do that too.”The little boy whispered, “I wet my pants.”“I do that too,” laughed the old man.”Said the little boy, “I often cry.”The old man nodded, “So do I.”“But worst of all,” said the boy, “it seemsGrown-ups don’t pay attention to me.”And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.“I know what you mean,” said the old man.- - - - <em>Shel Silverstein</em><br /><br />Old age is the most unexpected of all the things that happen to a man.- - - - <em>Leon Trotsky</em><br /><br />True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country. - - - - <em>Kurt Vonnegut </em><br /><br />The old believe everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, the young know everything.- - - - <em>Oscar Wilde</em></span><br /><br /></span>___________________________________<br /><br /><br /><strong>You Know You're Getting Older When . . .</strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Your knees buckle, and your belt won’t. </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You feel like the morning after, and you haven’t been anywhere. </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to sleep. </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You hear your favorite song on the elevator at work. </em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Your back goes out more than you do.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You watch the Weather Channel.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You sink your teeth into a steak, and they stay there.<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You join a health club and don't go.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed up".<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You're the one calling the police because those dang kids next door don't know how to turn down the stereo.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes around you.<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You don't know what time Taco Bell closes anymore.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You feed your dog Science Diet instead of McDonalds.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Sleeping on the couch is a no-no.<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>“Happy Hour” is taking a nap.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Dinner and a movie --- the whole date instead of the beginning of one.<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You stop looking forward to your next birthday.<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You look forward to a dull evening.<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good stuff".<br /></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>You actually eat breakfast foods at breakfast time.<br /><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em></em></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><em>Over 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.</em></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#990000;">Growing older is mandatory. Growing up is optional.</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br />Okay, that’s enough for now. Remember that growing older is something we all must do. It has been said that you are only as old as you feel. Well, if that’s true, then I am way too young for this.<br /><br />I know a lot of people my age who are already grandparents. So I suppose I should be thankful that I am not yet a grandpa, I have most of my hair and all of my own teeth. I run more than two miles every other day and can bench press more than twice my own weight.<br /><br />When I opened my lunch box today, I found a note from my wife.<br />It read, <em>“You’re the kind of person who becomes more wonderful with every year.”</em> There was more, but I’m not about to share that with you!<br /><br />So I guess I am more like my favorite car, the 1932 Ford Model A (<em>I don’t have one, but I sure do want one</em>). I’m not getting old, I’m becoming a classic!<br /><br />I’m not as young as I used to be, but then, I’m not as old as I’m going to be either. Every day that I live brings me one more day closer to the day I get to start spending my eternity with my Savior. In the meantime, I plan to spend my remaining days serving Him and telling/showing people about the incredible saving grace found in knowing Jesus as Lord of my life.<br /><br />And only He knows how many days I’ve got left, so I guess I better get busy!<br /><br />Blessings.</span><br /></span>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-42554709003928415152009-01-10T15:06:00.003-05:002009-01-10T22:28:27.776-05:00Who, or what, is an “Alpha Dude”?There has been quite a stir about the use of the name <strong>Alpha Dude</strong>. Mostly from a few select individuals at my church. You see, I was involved in our Alpha Course for about four years. For three and a half of those years, I worked with the kids in the role of “Alpha Dude”. Everyone I knew or ran into at church would call me <strong>Alpha Dude</strong>. It was sort of embarrassing at first, since I was not used to getting that kind of attention, but after a while it sort of grew on me and I merely accepted it.<br /><br />I began using the name <em>Alpha Dude</em> on my blog because it seemed like the natural thing to do (<em>“Scott Trammell” blog wasn’t getting many hits</em>) and it offered a more impersonal avenue to be able to share stories about what was happening in my life and through the ministry. People responded positively and it opened some doors to share the awesomeness of Christ in a way some folks may not have seen before. My blog, my name, is about ministry. Not self promotion. I have done the best I can to make sure that everything written in this blog directs people to God and His amazing Son, Jesus Christ.<br /><br />There’s this other <em><strong>“Alpha Dude”</strong></em> named Paul who wrote in I Corinthians 10:31 that no matter what it is that you are doing <em><strong>“….do it all for the Glory of God”</strong></em>.<br />That is really what I am attempting to do. <em>I screw that up a lot, which is why I am so thankful we serve such a loving and merciful and forgiving God</em>.<br /><br />In each lesson to those kids I was allowed to minister to, I made sure they knew who the REAL Alpha Dude is. <em>In case you didn’t already know, his name is Jesus</em>. ‘Cause, that’s what it is really all about, isn’t it. (<em>it sure ain’t about the hokey-pokey</em>!)<br />(<em>By the way, the sidebar in my Bible says that the Main Theme of I Corinthians was for The Purification of the Church. It seems to me we could use some more of that, ya think</em>?)<br /><br />But some people just can’t seem to get past that big honkin’ log in their own eye (<em>if you need the bible reference for that, just ask and I’ll send it to you</em>) and go out of their way to make trouble for someone trying to do God’s work.<br /><br />I’ve mentioned a particular Pharisee before. This fellow seems to think that “Alpha Dude” is a copyrighted name and that I am putting the church at legal risk for using it outside of the church, or outside of the Alpha Course. He now has our executive pastor afraid of legal ramifications from Alpha International or Alpha USA.<br />I’m sorry but, ministries suing each other? A ministry suing a church because one of their members is trying to promote the program and draw people to Christ? Good grief, give me a break! <em>You’d think they would encourage such a thing</em>!<br /><br />The Pharisee made a snide remark about my “Alpha Dude” t-shirt. He considers trying to sell that shirt on my blog as self-promotion. I guess he didn’t take the time to read about where the shirt came from and why it is posted here. If he did he would know that ALL the money raised from that t-shirt is for the church and its building campaign. Our church building program gets every penny from that. I get nothing!<br /><br />As far as Alpha Dude being a copyrighted name? Good luck with that.<br />I googled up the words “alpha dude” and got quite an education.<br /><br />I also noticed from my sitemeter that the Pharisee and his cronies have done the same thing, they have also been spying on my blog to dig up whatever dirt they can.<br />Can you believe this type of behavior from a group of people who are supposed to “love your neighbor as yourself”? What happened to forgiveness?<br /><br />It has been said (<em>I can't remember who said it first, or I would tell you</em>) that the two mains reasons that most people don't go to church or accept Christ is<br />1) they have not met a christian, and<br />2) they HAVE met a Christian.<br />Ouch.<br /><p>Anyway, from the google search for Alpha Dude, I discovered the name Alpha Dude attributed to the following:<br /></p><ul><li>There is a fellow who goes by the name of “The Alpha Dude” and he is a member of the muslim community (Islam) in the UK.<br /></li><li>A guy on safari who stared down a lion. (<em>Not real smart, but there is a video showing this</em>).<br /></li><li>Some guy, from MySpace, in a rock band from Joliet, Illinois.<br /></li><li>Alpha Dude Omega is a group on Facebook.<br /></li><li>An Alpha Dude is a computer programmer and is often referred to as the guy who fixes your computer. This Dude works with alpha and beta software, but I have yet to hear of anyone callings themselves “Beta Dude”.<br /></li><li>The Alpha Dude is also sometimes known as the best surfer on the beach. (<em>I can surf, but I will never be called the “Alpha Dude” on the waves</em>!)<br /></li><li>Alpha Dude in various writings refers to the “Alpha Male” of a species, the head guy of a group or organization. The “Top Dog”, if you will.<br /></li><li>If you go to a website called alphadude.com, you’ll find a site selling t-shirts and other merchandise about being a hunting, fishing, outdoorsman type of Alpha Male.<br /></li></ul><p>In many of the writings I found, <strong><em>Alpha Dude</em></strong> is also commonly used to describe a man who is tender-hearted, loving and caring. In these writings, the female writer used the name “Alpha Dude” as a term of endearment in reference to her husband.<br /><br />The Alpha Dude is the provider, the protector, the head of the home. The one guy that each member of the family can turn to in their times of need. The Alpha Dude is comforting, caring, understanding, nurturing, while at the same time providing a strong male presence in the home.<br /><br />I have a son, and he is a young man now. He still lives at home and I am, without question, the Alpha Dude in our home. I have never had to make that statement, and I have never had to enforce or defend that position. Because things in our home are in line with biblical standards, the formal establishment of who is the Alpha Dude has never been necessary.<br /><br />Sometimes my wife even calls me her “Alpha Dude”, but we won’t go into that here!</p><p></p><p>So who is an Alpha Dude? He is a man who adheres to the following:<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have chosen to follow the example of my heavenly Father (through His Word).<br /><br />In my own family, I have chosen to follow God’s example by being 1) Slow to anger, 2) Gracious, 3) Compassionate and 4) Abounding in Love.<br /><br />As a husband, I have chosen to honor my wife and lift her up daily, to God, clean and unblemished. To love her unconditionally, and completely and to remain faithful to her only. To be a “One Woman Man”. I have burned my ships, and continue to burn my ships daily. Semper Fidelis.<br /><br />As a father, I have chosen to love my children and to raise them up in the teachings of the Lord “that they may never part from it”. One of the greatest gifts I received from God when I was very young was the earthly example in my stepfather. I will consider myself a success as a Dad if, as the song says, I can be “half the man he didn’t have to be”.<br /><br />As a servant of the Most High God, as a man of God, I would like to be remembered, like David, as a man who sought after God’s own heart. I desire to serve only Him and to live my life in a manner that would bring glory to Him on a daily basis. What I do for a living doesn’t matter. How much money I make doesn’t matter. The size of my house doesn’t matter. It all takes a back seat to Christ.<br /><br />I desire to be, like James and John, a Son of Thunder. I have decided to make as much noise as I can for the cause of Christ. That everyone I meet will be exposed to the saving grace of Jesus Christ. I desire that when people meet me, they will have met Christ. Because I am a child of the King, made in His image, when people meet me, I want them to recognize Him, before they recognize me.<br /><br />By divine appointment, I am the spiritual leader of my household. I am, scripturally, the example of God’s teachings to my wife and my children.<br /><br />Yet I was born a sinner. I have been redeemed by the cleansing blood of Jesus and have my name written in the Book of Life. But because of my sinful nature, I often, daily, stumble and fall. Desires, intentions, wants and best laid plans are not enough. Please, pray for me to continue making that constant conscious daily decision to follow my Savior and pattern my life after Him.<br /></span></em></strong><br />So that is what it means to be an Alpha Dude.<br /><br />The Pharisee had me removed from the Alpha ministry and promised that I will not be allowed to serve ever again (his words) on our church’s Men’s Retreats. I was asked (<em>instructed</em>) to remove all references to the Alpha Course, or Alpha Ministries in general, (<em>which is why the joke book is gone</em>) or any "official" anything pertaining to our church or Alpha, from my blog and Facebook page. So, from this point forward, you will not find any information or links to Alpha on this site, and I have deactivated my Facebook account.<br /><br />Many people at our church, and the children as well, still call me Alpha Dude.<br />In light of what you’ve just read above about what it means to be an Alpha Dude, I have chosen to continue to go by that name here on my blog. (<em>If you still don’t understand why, let me know and we’ll pray for you</em>.)<br /><br />It should be understood that the name Alpha Dude on this site is not affiliated with any church, group, or ministry organization. I am merely a follower of Jesus Christ, the <strong><em>real</em></strong> Alpha Dude.<br /><br />If you are okay with this, please come back as often as you’d like.<br />If not, then you certainly have the freedom not to return.<br /><br />Blessings.<br /><br /></p>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20592566.post-20908891945750519392008-12-25T23:56:00.003-05:002008-12-26T00:00:34.325-05:00Lines and Dots<span style="font-family:times new roman;"><em>The following was written by a dear friend of mine. It is presented here in it's entirety with his permission. I pray that it touches you as deeply as it touched me.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And when I looked, I saw a stage where four men stood. There were three canvases, two men stood before one canvas and the other two men had a canvas of their own.<br /><br />The man on the left, with a single canvas, was drawing vertical lines. Most were straight lines of varying widths, but a few were curved or squiggly.<br /><br />The man on the right with a single canvas was drawing, what seemed to be random dots and each dot had a number beside it.<br /><br />The two men in the middle stood before the same canvas. This canvas was displayed by lines and rows of dots from edge to edge and top to bottom.<br /><br />Nothing seemed to make sense. There was no artistic beauty or value to any of the canvases, white canvas with black lines or dots on them. I pondered the canvases for what seemed to be hours. As the men stood before their canvases they seemed to be waiting for further instructions. My pondering brought me to a dead end.<br /><br />Finally, I asked the man who stood before the canvas with the lines on it, “Sir, does your canvas have a purpose? I’m sorry but I just don’t understand your picture.”<br /><br />He said, “Lines are being drawn around the earth. Some lines are wide and some narrow, some are wavy and some are slightly curved or bent.”<br /><br />“Sir”, I continued, “but why are the lines different?”<br /><br />The man said, “Do you see the line in the middle?”<br /><br />“I can see a line in the middle that is very narrow and is actually hard to see because it is so thin”.<br /><br />“That thin line is God’s standard; it is His way and His truth. The other lines around on the left and on the right are man’s “ways” his “truths”. Some lines are wide and some are narrow, those are how man has chosen to live and the laws he has set for himself. Even though they are straight, they are very broad compared to God’s. The curved lines are the abominations against God’s law. The sharper the curves the more radical man has become.<br /><br />As I looked at the canvas again I saw more of the reality of what the man was saying.<br /><br />I then asked the other single man standing before his canvas, “Sir, what does your canvas mean, it is so random. It doesn’t seem to make sense like the one with the lines?”<br /><br />As he began to speak he began to connect the dots. “My canvas has a picture on it. Each dot has a number by it and when you start at one and connect that dot to the dot which had the number two by it and then three and then four, by the time you have connected all the dots and returned to the number one dot, you have a complete picture.”<br /><br />He continued to connect the dots and as he did, I began to see some things that looked familiar. When he had finished, it was a magnificent line picture which needed no color to enhance its beauty.<br /><br />At that same time the two men, before on canvas of vertical dots and horizontal dots, began to connect the dots on their canvas. Each in turn would connect one dot to another on the vertical or horizontal axis. This process went on for hours and then something happened. One of the men boxed in a square and put his initial in the square, “J”. That set off a random set of connections and as the boxes were completed a “J” was put in the box.<br />What I now recognized as, the opponent in this game began to make his boxed connections, was the one with the most boxes, win’s the game.<br /><br />As if my thoughts were being read by the man, who had marked the “J” in his box, he turned and gave me a stern look and without words, I sensed within myself, his words, “This is no “game”.<br /><br />I had thought I was having a dream and it seemed to be like “The Price Is Right” and I had three doors to open and I could choose one of them. Only I was standing before three canvases, each profound and each prophetic. Then I realized that the two men before the lines and picture dots were angels. Then I realized the one man before the canvas who were connecting the dots and marking with a “J” was Jesus. The other man was marking with an “S” was Satan.<br />Then I truly understood that this was no “game”.<br /><br />The war is on, lines are being drawn, the dots are being connected, and the souls of men are in the offing. Are you following the thin line of God’s way and God’s truth, or are you trying to bend the line to fit your life or lifestyle?<br />Are you broadening the line to make yourself feel better?<br /><br />If an angel were to connect the dots of your life would we see a beautiful picture that needed no color to enhance its beauty?<br /><br />Your life can be a beautiful picture when you begin to live God’s way and live God’s truth. All you have to do is say something like this, “God, if You are there and You can make me into a beautiful picture, go ahead and do it. I’m tired of my life the way it is, take it and make it into a beautiful picture.<br /><br />Your Friend in Christ,<br />Ron Eskew<br />reskew@aol.com<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Alpha Dudehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16073731050596870101noreply@blogger.com2