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Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
About those Wise Men.....
I saw a message recently. It is the same message written on different things. Sometimes I notice it on a bumper sticker, or on a t-shirt, but the message remains the same and I believe it speaks more truth than most people realize.
The message simply says this: “Wise men still seek Him”.
And this reminds me of a story.
In the Spring of 2005, I met a fellow, named Rick L., who later grew into one of the best friends I have ever known, and he strongly encouraged me to attend a Men’s Discipleship Walk. Repeatedly. He had just gotten back from a “Walk”, and was very enthusiastic about it. I was new to our church and wasn’t too sure I even wanted to go. I didn’t know anything about it. I had been on several men’s retreats before, but he assured me this one would be different. I agreed to go since I figured that if I didn’t, this guy wouldn’t leave me alone until I went on one.
One Thursday evening, all the new “disciples” were to meet at the church to travel up to….wherever the place was, but due to work issues, I got there a little late. In fact, all the other “disciples” had already left the church and were on their way to……someplace I didn’t know. Rick was there and I thought I would just ride up with him. That’s when he told me he wasn’t going, since he’d already been on the last Walk.
Now what do I do? I only know one person in this entire church and he isn’t going! I thought about leaving and going home but someone had already taken my bags. Since I had missed out on the meal (apparently they feed you first), the guys in the kitchen were rather gracious and quickly put something together for me to eat. (It was good!)
Then they said that there was another guy getting ready to go up to ….. that place I don’t know and had never been to before….. and that I could ride up with him. They just wouldn’t let me drive my own vehicle. Needless to say, I was starting to get concerned. Rick had already left. I was all alone.
One of the guys walked with me out to the front of the church where a car had just pulled up. The guy opened the door, ushered me inside the car and said that “Don” would be driving me up to the Walk. All this talk about a Walk made me wonder of I had the right shoes packed for this weekend.
The driver turned out to be a nice fellow named Don S. Don and I had a great time talking as he drove and we got to know each other during that hour or so drive. On that brief ride, Don inspired me more than he realized, so much in fact, that I have shared his story with many others.
Don told me that he has two copies of the DVD “The Passion of the Christ”. He has one in the video player in his home, and one in the drive in his laptop computer. He has memorized the location of the exact scene in the movie where it shows the beating, the punishment and the crucifixion of Jesus. Whenever he is feeling low, when he feels like life is unfair or if he’s just having a bad day, Don cues up that scene and watches it. He says it reminds him of what Jesus went through, just for us. I agree with Don when he said that none of my problems could ever measure up to the sacrifice or the pain that Jesus went through, just so that I wouldn’t have to personally experience that kind of pain and suffering.
None of my pains, none of problems, none of my discouragements, could ever equal what Christ did for me on the Cross.
The wise men (magi) who sought out the Christ child so long ago understood who they were looking for. When they found Him, they presented Him with gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Those first two gifts were fit for royalty, but the third represented His death. You see, in Jesus' day, bodies were wrapped in myrrh for burial. Myrrh's pungent odor neutralized the smell of decomposing flesh. Those men were not being disrespectful, they knew the real purpose of this new born king. They understood why He came here and what would be asked of Him.
They were wise men who sought Jesus Christ, the Messiah, the Son of the Most High God. And they found Him, right here on earth.
It is my desire and my intention to seek Him every day. To walk with Him, talk with Him (sounds like a song, doesn’t it), and fellowship with Him every day. And on those days when I get so caught up in myself that I forget, He seeks me out and reminds me that He loves me through my family, my friends, and all the other blessings He’s bestowed upon me. He has proven to me time and time again that His Word is true in that He is always with me, that He will never leave me and that He will never forsake me. I kind of like that.
Just some things to think about.
Blessings to you and yours.
Merry Christmas.
The message simply says this: “Wise men still seek Him”.
And this reminds me of a story.
In the Spring of 2005, I met a fellow, named Rick L., who later grew into one of the best friends I have ever known, and he strongly encouraged me to attend a Men’s Discipleship Walk. Repeatedly. He had just gotten back from a “Walk”, and was very enthusiastic about it. I was new to our church and wasn’t too sure I even wanted to go. I didn’t know anything about it. I had been on several men’s retreats before, but he assured me this one would be different. I agreed to go since I figured that if I didn’t, this guy wouldn’t leave me alone until I went on one.
One Thursday evening, all the new “disciples” were to meet at the church to travel up to….wherever the place was, but due to work issues, I got there a little late. In fact, all the other “disciples” had already left the church and were on their way to……someplace I didn’t know. Rick was there and I thought I would just ride up with him. That’s when he told me he wasn’t going, since he’d already been on the last Walk.
Now what do I do? I only know one person in this entire church and he isn’t going! I thought about leaving and going home but someone had already taken my bags. Since I had missed out on the meal (apparently they feed you first), the guys in the kitchen were rather gracious and quickly put something together for me to eat. (It was good!)
Then they said that there was another guy getting ready to go up to ….. that place I don’t know and had never been to before….. and that I could ride up with him. They just wouldn’t let me drive my own vehicle. Needless to say, I was starting to get concerned. Rick had already left. I was all alone.
One of the guys walked with me out to the front of the church where a car had just pulled up. The guy opened the door, ushered me inside the car and said that “Don” would be driving me up to the Walk. All this talk about a Walk made me wonder of I had the right shoes packed for this weekend.
The driver turned out to be a nice fellow named Don S. Don and I had a great time talking as he drove and we got to know each other during that hour or so drive. On that brief ride, Don inspired me more than he realized, so much in fact, that I have shared his story with many others.
Don told me that he has two copies of the DVD “The Passion of the Christ”. He has one in the video player in his home, and one in the drive in his laptop computer. He has memorized the location of the exact scene in the movie where it shows the beating, the punishment and the crucifixion of Jesus. Whenever he is feeling low, when he feels like life is unfair or if he’s just having a bad day, Don cues up that scene and watches it. He says it reminds him of what Jesus went through, just for us. I agree with Don when he said that none of my problems could ever measure up to the sacrifice or the pain that Jesus went through, just so that I wouldn’t have to personally experience that kind of pain and suffering.
None of my pains, none of problems, none of my discouragements, could ever equal what Christ did for me on the Cross.
The wise men (magi) who sought out the Christ child so long ago understood who they were looking for. When they found Him, they presented Him with gifts of gold, frankincense, and myrrh. Those first two gifts were fit for royalty, but the third represented His death. You see, in Jesus' day, bodies were wrapped in myrrh for burial. Myrrh's pungent odor neutralized the smell of decomposing flesh. Those men were not being disrespectful, they knew the real purpose of this new born king. They understood why He came here and what would be asked of Him.
They were wise men who sought Jesus Christ, the Messiah, the Son of the Most High God. And they found Him, right here on earth.
It is my desire and my intention to seek Him every day. To walk with Him, talk with Him (sounds like a song, doesn’t it), and fellowship with Him every day. And on those days when I get so caught up in myself that I forget, He seeks me out and reminds me that He loves me through my family, my friends, and all the other blessings He’s bestowed upon me. He has proven to me time and time again that His Word is true in that He is always with me, that He will never leave me and that He will never forsake me. I kind of like that.
Just some things to think about.
Blessings to you and yours.
Merry Christmas.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Christmas gift for my brother
As a joke, my brother Steve used to hang a pair of panty hose over his fireplace before Christmas. He said all he wanted was for Santa to fill them. What they say about Santa checking the list twice must be true because every Christmas morning, although Steve’s kids' stockings were overflowed, his poor pantyhose hung sadly empty.
One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on dark sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.
If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do? You're kidding me! Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.
Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love Dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for Lovable Louise. She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a doll took a huge leap of imagination.
On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.
Delsa, my sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.
The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. He would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.
We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.
My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll."
"Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.
"Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.
"Boy, that turkey sure smells nice Gran", Steve said, to steer her into the dining room.
But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!"
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?"
I told him she was Steve’s friend.
A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.
The dog screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.
Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.
Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health!
(actual author is unknown, but this is still pretty freakin’ funny)
One year I decided to make his dream come true. I put on dark sunglasses and went in search of an inflatable love doll. They don't sell those things at Wal-Mart. I had to go to an adult bookstore downtown.
If you've never been in an X-rated store, don't go. You'll only confuse yourself. I was there an hour saying things like, "What does this do? You're kidding me! Who would buy that?" Finally, I made it to the inflatable doll section.
Finding what I wanted was difficult. Love Dolls come in many different models. The top of the line, according to the side of the box, could do things I'd only seen in a book on animal husbandry. I settled for Lovable Louise. She was at the bottom of the price scale. To call Louise a doll took a huge leap of imagination.
On Christmas Eve and with the help of an old bicycle pump, Louise came to life.
Delsa, my sister-in-law was in on the plan and let me in during the wee morning hours. Long after Santa had come and gone, I filled the dangling pantyhose with Louise's pliant legs and bottom. I also ate some cookies and drank what remained of a glass of milk on a nearby tray. I went home, and giggled for a couple of hours.
The next morning my brother called to say that Santa had been to his house and left a present that had made him VERY happy but had left the dog confused. He would bark, start to walk away, then come back and bark some more.
We all agreed that Louise should remain in her panty hose so the rest of the family could admire her when they came over for the traditional Christmas dinner.
My grandmother noticed Louise the moment she walked in the door. "What the hell is that?" she asked. My brother quickly explained, "It's a doll."
"Who would play with something like that?" Granny snapped. I had several candidates in mind, but kept my mouth shut.
"Where are her clothes?" Granny continued.
"Boy, that turkey sure smells nice Gran", Steve said, to steer her into the dining room.
But Granny was relentless. "Why doesn't she have any teeth?" Again, I could have answered, but why would I? It was Christmas and no one wanted to ride in the back of the ambulance saying, "Hang on Granny, hang on!"
My grandfather, a delightful old man with poor eyesight, sidled up to me and said, "Hey, who's the naked gal by the fireplace?"
I told him she was Steve’s friend.
A few minutes later I noticed Grandpa by the mantel, talking to Louise. Not just talking, but actually flirting. It was then that we realized this might be Grandpa's last Christmas at home.
The dinner went well. We made the usual small talk about who had died, who was dying, and who should be killed, when suddenly Louise made a noise like my father in the bathroom in the morning. Then she lurched from the panty hose, flew around the room twice, and fell in a heap in front of the sofa.
The dog screamed. I passed cranberry sauce through my nose, and Grandpa ran across the room, fell to his knees, and began administering mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. My brother fell back over his chair and wet his pants.
Granny threw down her napkin, stomped out of the room, and sat in the car.
It was indeed a Christmas to treasure and remember.
Later in my brother's garage, we conducted a thorough examination to decide the cause of Louise's collapse. We discovered that Louise had suffered from a hot ember to the back of her right thigh.
Fortunately, thanks to a wonder drug called duct tape, we restored her to perfect health!
(actual author is unknown, but this is still pretty freakin’ funny)
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Another One of Life’s Lessons…..
Sometimes It takes me a while to learn some of life’s lessons. I think that may have something to do with my attitude and admitting I may have something to actually learn from certain people.
When I was younger, my mother told me I would never amount to anything because I procrastinate. I told her, “You just wait!”
Okay, seriously, with all the nonsense that has occurred lately, I have had to ask myself, “What am I supposed to learn from this?”
I may not agree with a certain “leader” in my church, or even like him, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he holds that position in our church. You’ll notice I put the word “leader” in quotes. I am still struggling with the idea that this man holds any type of leadership position at all. Especially since I have been learning lately that there are several other people in our church that have had similar issues with him. (Each of those folks are very nice people with huge servant’s hearts and a strong passion for doing anything the Lord calls them to do). So I guess I don’t get the fact that I am apparently the only who dared step forward and try to hold this man accountable.
Either way, he is still in charge of that one ministry, and his wife is the chairman of the board of another major ministry in our church. Both ministries he said he would not allow me to serve in again. Like I said, I am still struggling with this. Sometimes I am certain that he believes that WWJD means "What Would Judas Do?"
I am reading a book right now (well, not right this minute, I can do a lot of things, but reading a book and typing this all out at the same time isn’t one of them). The book is by a minister named Mike G. Williams, and Mike (according to the cover of the book) is the third funniest man in America. The title of the book is “Turkey Soup for the Sarcastic Soul”. This is my kind of guy. I’ve actually met him in person.
When I was younger, my mother told me I would never amount to anything because I procrastinate. I told her, “You just wait!”
Okay, seriously, with all the nonsense that has occurred lately, I have had to ask myself, “What am I supposed to learn from this?”
I may not agree with a certain “leader” in my church, or even like him, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he holds that position in our church. You’ll notice I put the word “leader” in quotes. I am still struggling with the idea that this man holds any type of leadership position at all. Especially since I have been learning lately that there are several other people in our church that have had similar issues with him. (Each of those folks are very nice people with huge servant’s hearts and a strong passion for doing anything the Lord calls them to do). So I guess I don’t get the fact that I am apparently the only who dared step forward and try to hold this man accountable.
Either way, he is still in charge of that one ministry, and his wife is the chairman of the board of another major ministry in our church. Both ministries he said he would not allow me to serve in again. Like I said, I am still struggling with this. Sometimes I am certain that he believes that WWJD means "What Would Judas Do?"
I am reading a book right now (well, not right this minute, I can do a lot of things, but reading a book and typing this all out at the same time isn’t one of them). The book is by a minister named Mike G. Williams, and Mike (according to the cover of the book) is the third funniest man in America. The title of the book is “Turkey Soup for the Sarcastic Soul”. This is my kind of guy. I’ve actually met him in person.
The following is from Mike’s book, and the Holy Spirit has been using this to help me understand some things. It applies to anyone in leadership positions, not just politics.
You may even find it useful in dealing with the recent election results.
I have a confession. Here it goes. I have spent countless hours being critical of our political leaders and countable minutes praying for them. I should be flogged. Which, by the way, is still legal in Mississippi. I have written hundreds of jokes making fun of our leaders and never written a prayer. If our leaders are really ordained by the Lord, then maybe there is a master plan to what God is doing through them. Quite possibly, if we were viewing this whole thing from a loftier perch, we would see a rhyme and reason. I wholeheartedly endorse the candidates that represent godly views while remembering that God may choose to take things in a different direction. He has a master plan, and I must trust Him. There are times when God causes calamity to fall on a nation to help them run towards Him.
I want to challenge you to join me in the following commitment. Every time I tell a politically motivated joke, and I will, I will also whisper a prayer along with it. Admittedly, I have not stated that I will tell no more political jokes. Rather, I will attempt to balance the scales with a prayer, too. It may not be a full revival, but it is a start. Will you join me?
This part of his book really struck me. I hate to admit it, but I have caught myself getting involved in the gossip and trash talk of the one I call the Pharisee. I still view him that way, but I need to exercise more self control when his name comes up in conversation with others. I need to start praying for him, and stop talking down about him. Yeah, he hurt me. So what? The world didn’t stop spinning and God is still in control and Jesus is still on the Throne.
So maybe, God has bigger plans for me than I realize. I have been asked if I would be interested in helping another church about an hour away with their Alpha program and training other people how to do the Alpha Dude thing. It is possible that God had to remove me from the ministry I was currently in before He could use me elsewhere. Yeah, maybe. But I sincerely believe that the vessel of His choosing screwed up his assignment. But I guess I’m supposed to learn from that, too.
Paul, in his letter to the Romans, said this:
Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities for God has instituted the governing authorities that exist. (Romans 13:1)
This won’t be easy for me to do, but I know that I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. I serve but One master, the Lord of lords and the King of kings, the ruler and Master of all creation. With Him on my side, how can I possibly lose?
I still like to have fun and make people laugh every chance I get. No one, not even a so-called “leader" in our church, can take that away from me. I agree with Dennis Miller who said:“Laughter is your best weapon. Keep the safety off, and don’t take yourself too seriously.”
I believe that laughter, having fun and enjoying the company of good friends is a gift from God. So accept God’s gift to you. God’s gift to you is His Son, Jesus. Jesus brought joy, and hope, and laughter. So go ahead and yuk it up, y’all!
A merry heart does a body good, like medicine. (Proverbs 17:22)
Blessings.
You may even find it useful in dealing with the recent election results.
I have a confession. Here it goes. I have spent countless hours being critical of our political leaders and countable minutes praying for them. I should be flogged. Which, by the way, is still legal in Mississippi. I have written hundreds of jokes making fun of our leaders and never written a prayer. If our leaders are really ordained by the Lord, then maybe there is a master plan to what God is doing through them. Quite possibly, if we were viewing this whole thing from a loftier perch, we would see a rhyme and reason. I wholeheartedly endorse the candidates that represent godly views while remembering that God may choose to take things in a different direction. He has a master plan, and I must trust Him. There are times when God causes calamity to fall on a nation to help them run towards Him.
I want to challenge you to join me in the following commitment. Every time I tell a politically motivated joke, and I will, I will also whisper a prayer along with it. Admittedly, I have not stated that I will tell no more political jokes. Rather, I will attempt to balance the scales with a prayer, too. It may not be a full revival, but it is a start. Will you join me?
This part of his book really struck me. I hate to admit it, but I have caught myself getting involved in the gossip and trash talk of the one I call the Pharisee. I still view him that way, but I need to exercise more self control when his name comes up in conversation with others. I need to start praying for him, and stop talking down about him. Yeah, he hurt me. So what? The world didn’t stop spinning and God is still in control and Jesus is still on the Throne.
So maybe, God has bigger plans for me than I realize. I have been asked if I would be interested in helping another church about an hour away with their Alpha program and training other people how to do the Alpha Dude thing. It is possible that God had to remove me from the ministry I was currently in before He could use me elsewhere. Yeah, maybe. But I sincerely believe that the vessel of His choosing screwed up his assignment. But I guess I’m supposed to learn from that, too.
Paul, in his letter to the Romans, said this:
Let everyone be subject to the governing authorities for God has instituted the governing authorities that exist. (Romans 13:1)
This won’t be easy for me to do, but I know that I can do all things through Him who strengthens me. I serve but One master, the Lord of lords and the King of kings, the ruler and Master of all creation. With Him on my side, how can I possibly lose?
I still like to have fun and make people laugh every chance I get. No one, not even a so-called “leader" in our church, can take that away from me. I agree with Dennis Miller who said:“Laughter is your best weapon. Keep the safety off, and don’t take yourself too seriously.”
I believe that laughter, having fun and enjoying the company of good friends is a gift from God. So accept God’s gift to you. God’s gift to you is His Son, Jesus. Jesus brought joy, and hope, and laughter. So go ahead and yuk it up, y’all!
A merry heart does a body good, like medicine. (Proverbs 17:22)
Blessings.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
The Flying Fish and the Pharisee
Not long ago, I asked for prayer since I was about to confront a Pharisee in our church. This man seems to have something against me. He is involved in ministry in our church and is a licensed minister. I have learned that he is NOT a pastor in our church (not a paid member of the pastoral staff), even though he insists on telling people that he is. In fact, he makes sure you know that when you meet him.
I confronted him in a meeting with our executive pastor, and one of the elders. The reason for this is that this man has verbally attacked me more than once, and always in private, when no one else is around. He said some very hurtful and condescending things to me and threatened me with not allowing me to serve in any ministries in our church.
I first apologized for any wrongs or problems I may have caused him, and then asked him to forgive me. He just brushed it off. I then called him on all those awful thigs he had said to me. He denied everything! He said, in front of those two other men, that he never said those things to me. Then he called me a liar!
This man is a modern day Pharisee! Jesus warned us about them and told us to rebuke them, which I did. But I forgot to read to the end of the red letter part of Matthew when the black letters tell us that those fellows went away and began to plot to kill Him.
I really am not 100% sure what this man’s problem is. I used to think he and I were friends and could work in ministry together. I guess I was wrong. Simply saying “Hello” to him is seen as an interruption and an intrusion.
Our church is very much involved in the Alpha Course. When my wife and I started attending our church, we signed up for the Alpha Course to get involved and meet new people. Our church’s mission statement is simply “Connecting People with God, Connecting People with People”, so we wanted to get connected.
The Pharisee previously mentioned is also the Alpha Spiritual Director (ASD). We got to know him through the Alpha Course and asked him to perform our wedding. He agreed, but as our pre-wedding counseling sessions progressed, he changed his mind and recommended we wait six months to get married. We didn’t care much for that, but we figured we had no choice. We respected him and looked up to him and considered all that he told us. He did make it clear that unless we wait six months, he would not marry us and we could not use the church’s chapel for our wedding. He said he couldn’t force us to do anything and asked that we keep him informed in whatever decision we make. And if we decided to get married anyway, there would be no hard feelings and he would not hold it against us. (he lied!)
So we decided to wait.
Then, some close friends told us over lunch one day that the husband is a licensed minister, and he said he would consider it an honor to perform our wedding. This couple knew us better than anyone at our church, so we took this as a sign from God that it would be alright to go ahead and get married. Once the plans had been set in motion, I informed the ASD of our plans and even invited him to the wedding, which we had in the Prayer Garden of our church. He never responded and he did not attend.
In fact, things weren’t quite the same between us after that. Even though my wife and I still completed the pre-marriage class, and the marriage mentoring requirements. We kept all of our promises.
Whenever I am anywhere near the ASD, or in the same room, he makes it seem as though I somehow annoy him. I say hello and try to be friendly, but he responds in an almost rude manner. So, sometimes I would go out of my way to say hello to him and be nice to him. And sometimes, I would annoy him on purpose.
I also like to have fun and get a laugh at his expense, by telling stories like this one…….
As a part of the Alpha Course, we have what is called the ‘Alpha Overnight’. It’s where we all go to a church camp about an hour or so away, and go through three lessons, Friday night and Saturday morning, on the Holy Spirit.
The Alpha Spiritual Director (ASD) for the Alpha Course drove a really big Chevy pick-up. This guy’s truck is a large extra cab, long bed truck with a camper shell that matches the bright fire-engine red paint job. I’d heard some people in the course refer to his truck as the “Flying Fish”, but I didn’t yet understand why.
Following one Alpha overnight trip, we were all heading back home down a long straight stretch of highway, about four or five vehicles in a row, when that big red truck went zooming past us. As he flew by, I noticed one of those Chrome Christian fish symbols on the back of his truck. (Ahhh, so THAT’S what they meant by “Flying Fish!”)
A few moments later, we noticed some blinking lights up ahead. A State Trooper had pulled over a big red truck. Yep, it was him, and he looked rather embarrassed as we all drove past, one car after the other.
As we drove past him, I noticed the ASD had his elbow propped up in the open window and was holding his head in his hand.
The Trooper had walked up to his open truck window and asked, “Got any I.D.?”
To which the ASD slowly looked up and replied, “…’bout whut?”
Yeah, he got a speeding ticket.
He felt pretty bad about it and apologized to everyone at the next Alpha class. To my knowledge, he has slowed down and hasn’t gotten pulled over since that day.
A friend of mine explained to me that the reason he didn’t get a ticket on the way up there is that, on your way to the event, you are on a mission for God. On your way home, you are on your own.
I don’t tell that story very often, but as far as I know, the ASD is the only one who doesn’t think it is funny. Everyone who knows him thinks it is hilarious!
(By the way, if we're going to be friends, you'll need a sense of humor and be able to take a joke. Apparently, this ASD isn't one of those people.)
So maybe that just added fuel to his fire, but I still think the real bug-in-his-backside is the issue of our wedding, since he brings it up every time he attacks me, and calls it “bad judgment” and a “big mistake”.
But he still got his way, he essentially fired me from the ministry position as Alpha Dude. His excuse was that he thought I was drawing attention to myself because of my Facebook picture. He ordered me to take it down, and I refused. (He didn’t ask nice).
Another friend, who has known the ASD for a lot longer than me, told me that whenever people talked about the Alpha Course in the past, they associated it with the ASD. Now? People associate the course with Alpha Dude. You see, this man likes to think of himself as being very important. Being important is more valuable to him than representing Christ. All Alpha Dude ever tried to do is to elevate Christ to everyone, especially those kids.
So I used the name Alpha Dude outside of church and outside the Alpha Course. I really don’t see a problem with that. It gets people asking questions. And if you get people asking questions, you can tell them about Jesus.
You know something? The ASD didn’t have to pull his stunts, get angry or fire me the way he did! I had made it very clear to everyone, that as long as I am asked, I will gladly serve in the role as Alpha Dude and present each week’s lessons to those kids. If the Alpha Director (not the ASD) does not ask me, I do not assume the job is mine and would not plan on performing the role.
You see, my name is Scott Trammell and Alpha Dude is a character I portrayed for three and a half years in each course where the Alpha Sprout program was offered. If the Director wanted someone else to do it, or didn’t want me to do it, they just needed to say so. But the Director asked, so I served.
The following passage was used in the sermon this weekend.
2 Timothy 3
1 You should know this, Timothy, that in the last days there will be very difficult times. 2 For people will love only themselves and their money. They will be boastful and proud, scoffing at God, disobedient to their parents, and ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred. 3 They will be unloving and unforgiving; they will slander others and have no self-control. They will be cruel and hate what is good. 4 They will betray their friends, be reckless, be puffed up with pride, and love pleasure rather than God. 5 They will act religious, but they will reject the power that could make them godly. Stay away from people like that!
After the service, a few people (who knew what happened) came up to me to say that the sermon (titled: Self-Centeredness) made them think of me.
Not because I’m self-centered, but because they recognized that I was a victim of a self-serving Pharisee.
Each one had also said I did nothing wrong and that I responded and behaved correctly in that situation.
I thought that was rather nice of them to say.
As for the Pharisee, I saw him, he was there, and I stayed away from him.
Y’know something I’ve noticed?
People who are modern day Pharisees are the only ones who refuse to recognize that attribute about themselves.
So I pray for them. A lot. (I think that has something to do with heaping burning coals on their heads, and I’m okay with that).
Then I found the following scripture…..
2 Timothy 3
14 But you must remain faithful to the things you have been taught. You know they are true, for you know you can trust those who taught you. 15 You have been taught the holy Scriptures from childhood, and they have given you the wisdom to receive the salvation that comes by trusting in Christ Jesus. 16 All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right. 17 God uses it to prepare and equip his people to do every good work.
As I said, I only served as Alpha Dude because I was asked.
I serve only one God. I have only One Master.
When I served as Alpha Dude, I performed for an audience of One.
Each Alpha Course has a different Alpha Director, and each had asked me to serve.
Therefore, if the next Alpha Director asks me, I will serve in the role of Alpha Dude.
I will do what God puts before me to do, and if the ASD has a problem with that, then he can take it up with Him.
Blessings, and thank you for praying.
I confronted him in a meeting with our executive pastor, and one of the elders. The reason for this is that this man has verbally attacked me more than once, and always in private, when no one else is around. He said some very hurtful and condescending things to me and threatened me with not allowing me to serve in any ministries in our church.
I first apologized for any wrongs or problems I may have caused him, and then asked him to forgive me. He just brushed it off. I then called him on all those awful thigs he had said to me. He denied everything! He said, in front of those two other men, that he never said those things to me. Then he called me a liar!
This man is a modern day Pharisee! Jesus warned us about them and told us to rebuke them, which I did. But I forgot to read to the end of the red letter part of Matthew when the black letters tell us that those fellows went away and began to plot to kill Him.
I really am not 100% sure what this man’s problem is. I used to think he and I were friends and could work in ministry together. I guess I was wrong. Simply saying “Hello” to him is seen as an interruption and an intrusion.
Our church is very much involved in the Alpha Course. When my wife and I started attending our church, we signed up for the Alpha Course to get involved and meet new people. Our church’s mission statement is simply “Connecting People with God, Connecting People with People”, so we wanted to get connected.
The Pharisee previously mentioned is also the Alpha Spiritual Director (ASD). We got to know him through the Alpha Course and asked him to perform our wedding. He agreed, but as our pre-wedding counseling sessions progressed, he changed his mind and recommended we wait six months to get married. We didn’t care much for that, but we figured we had no choice. We respected him and looked up to him and considered all that he told us. He did make it clear that unless we wait six months, he would not marry us and we could not use the church’s chapel for our wedding. He said he couldn’t force us to do anything and asked that we keep him informed in whatever decision we make. And if we decided to get married anyway, there would be no hard feelings and he would not hold it against us. (he lied!)
So we decided to wait.
Then, some close friends told us over lunch one day that the husband is a licensed minister, and he said he would consider it an honor to perform our wedding. This couple knew us better than anyone at our church, so we took this as a sign from God that it would be alright to go ahead and get married. Once the plans had been set in motion, I informed the ASD of our plans and even invited him to the wedding, which we had in the Prayer Garden of our church. He never responded and he did not attend.
In fact, things weren’t quite the same between us after that. Even though my wife and I still completed the pre-marriage class, and the marriage mentoring requirements. We kept all of our promises.
Whenever I am anywhere near the ASD, or in the same room, he makes it seem as though I somehow annoy him. I say hello and try to be friendly, but he responds in an almost rude manner. So, sometimes I would go out of my way to say hello to him and be nice to him. And sometimes, I would annoy him on purpose.
I also like to have fun and get a laugh at his expense, by telling stories like this one…….
As a part of the Alpha Course, we have what is called the ‘Alpha Overnight’. It’s where we all go to a church camp about an hour or so away, and go through three lessons, Friday night and Saturday morning, on the Holy Spirit.
The Alpha Spiritual Director (ASD) for the Alpha Course drove a really big Chevy pick-up. This guy’s truck is a large extra cab, long bed truck with a camper shell that matches the bright fire-engine red paint job. I’d heard some people in the course refer to his truck as the “Flying Fish”, but I didn’t yet understand why.
Following one Alpha overnight trip, we were all heading back home down a long straight stretch of highway, about four or five vehicles in a row, when that big red truck went zooming past us. As he flew by, I noticed one of those Chrome Christian fish symbols on the back of his truck. (Ahhh, so THAT’S what they meant by “Flying Fish!”)
A few moments later, we noticed some blinking lights up ahead. A State Trooper had pulled over a big red truck. Yep, it was him, and he looked rather embarrassed as we all drove past, one car after the other.
As we drove past him, I noticed the ASD had his elbow propped up in the open window and was holding his head in his hand.
The Trooper had walked up to his open truck window and asked, “Got any I.D.?”
To which the ASD slowly looked up and replied, “…’bout whut?”
Yeah, he got a speeding ticket.
He felt pretty bad about it and apologized to everyone at the next Alpha class. To my knowledge, he has slowed down and hasn’t gotten pulled over since that day.
A friend of mine explained to me that the reason he didn’t get a ticket on the way up there is that, on your way to the event, you are on a mission for God. On your way home, you are on your own.
I don’t tell that story very often, but as far as I know, the ASD is the only one who doesn’t think it is funny. Everyone who knows him thinks it is hilarious!
(By the way, if we're going to be friends, you'll need a sense of humor and be able to take a joke. Apparently, this ASD isn't one of those people.)
So maybe that just added fuel to his fire, but I still think the real bug-in-his-backside is the issue of our wedding, since he brings it up every time he attacks me, and calls it “bad judgment” and a “big mistake”.
But he still got his way, he essentially fired me from the ministry position as Alpha Dude. His excuse was that he thought I was drawing attention to myself because of my Facebook picture. He ordered me to take it down, and I refused. (He didn’t ask nice).
Another friend, who has known the ASD for a lot longer than me, told me that whenever people talked about the Alpha Course in the past, they associated it with the ASD. Now? People associate the course with Alpha Dude. You see, this man likes to think of himself as being very important. Being important is more valuable to him than representing Christ. All Alpha Dude ever tried to do is to elevate Christ to everyone, especially those kids.
So I used the name Alpha Dude outside of church and outside the Alpha Course. I really don’t see a problem with that. It gets people asking questions. And if you get people asking questions, you can tell them about Jesus.
You know something? The ASD didn’t have to pull his stunts, get angry or fire me the way he did! I had made it very clear to everyone, that as long as I am asked, I will gladly serve in the role as Alpha Dude and present each week’s lessons to those kids. If the Alpha Director (not the ASD) does not ask me, I do not assume the job is mine and would not plan on performing the role.
(the last Alpha Director went against the ASD's orders, and asked me to be Alpha Dude anyway)
You see, my name is Scott Trammell and Alpha Dude is a character I portrayed for three and a half years in each course where the Alpha Sprout program was offered. If the Director wanted someone else to do it, or didn’t want me to do it, they just needed to say so. But the Director asked, so I served.
The following passage was used in the sermon this weekend.
2 Timothy 3
1 You should know this, Timothy, that in the last days there will be very difficult times. 2 For people will love only themselves and their money. They will be boastful and proud, scoffing at God, disobedient to their parents, and ungrateful. They will consider nothing sacred. 3 They will be unloving and unforgiving; they will slander others and have no self-control. They will be cruel and hate what is good. 4 They will betray their friends, be reckless, be puffed up with pride, and love pleasure rather than God. 5 They will act religious, but they will reject the power that could make them godly. Stay away from people like that!
After the service, a few people (who knew what happened) came up to me to say that the sermon (titled: Self-Centeredness) made them think of me.
Not because I’m self-centered, but because they recognized that I was a victim of a self-serving Pharisee.
Each one had also said I did nothing wrong and that I responded and behaved correctly in that situation.
I thought that was rather nice of them to say.
As for the Pharisee, I saw him, he was there, and I stayed away from him.
Y’know something I’ve noticed?
People who are modern day Pharisees are the only ones who refuse to recognize that attribute about themselves.
So I pray for them. A lot. (I think that has something to do with heaping burning coals on their heads, and I’m okay with that).
Then I found the following scripture…..
2 Timothy 3
14 But you must remain faithful to the things you have been taught. You know they are true, for you know you can trust those who taught you. 15 You have been taught the holy Scriptures from childhood, and they have given you the wisdom to receive the salvation that comes by trusting in Christ Jesus. 16 All Scripture is inspired by God and is useful to teach us what is true and to make us realize what is wrong in our lives. It corrects us when we are wrong and teaches us to do what is right. 17 God uses it to prepare and equip his people to do every good work.
As I said, I only served as Alpha Dude because I was asked.
I serve only one God. I have only One Master.
When I served as Alpha Dude, I performed for an audience of One.
Each Alpha Course has a different Alpha Director, and each had asked me to serve.
Therefore, if the next Alpha Director asks me, I will serve in the role of Alpha Dude.
I will do what God puts before me to do, and if the ASD has a problem with that, then he can take it up with Him.
Blessings, and thank you for praying.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Random Stuff (Tag, You're It!)
Have you heard lately that the State of Colorado has become the 21st state to ban the game of tag from their public schools? Yeah. No kidding.
The argument for this is that they believe this game to be too dangerous for the students to play during recess.
Too dangerous.
If you are from Colorado, I have a question for you: “What kind of sissies are you all raising out there?”
Now, I did part of my growing up in Colorado. I lived there from the sixth grade through the 11th grade, and never got hurt playing “tag”. We also had something called Jarts. You remember those? They were lawn darts! Sharp metal spikes with a handle and plastic fins so they could FLY!
We’d throw them at those hoola-hoops on the ground, and sometimes at each other (or the dog!). They didn’t stick too well in a tree, but we tried.
And we still turned out okay.
Here’s something else to think about:
Whoever that kid was that was tagged last……is still IT!!
I can imagine this individual about twenty years from now in their therapist’s office, upon reaching to the root of all their inner-most, deep seated problems and begin screaming…
”I’M STILL IT!!!”
Just something to think about.
It has occurred to me that some women will go to great lengths to color their hair, put on a bunch of make-up, wear false eye-lashes, get a fake spray-on tan, put on a wonder-bra and a pair of booty enhancing britches, and then still have the audacity to claim that they want to find a guy who will “appreciate the real her”!
Its okay to agree with me on this one guys, just don’t do it out loud, since your wife may hear you.
And from today’s news…….
The Indianapolis International Airport opened it’s new terminal today. Part of the new security system is a new type of x-ray scanning machine that you walk through. This new machine is equipped with 3-D imaging, so they get to see it ALL! In fact, the security people viewing the monitors for this new scanner are in a different area of the airport, far away from the actual machine. My guess is that it is so you can’t hear all the laughing, since they are basically seeing you naked as you pass through the scanner.
I’m thinking that the next time I fly, I may stop by an “adult” store first and by a couple of “questionable” items and keep them in my front pockets, just to freak out the security people while I pass through that new scanner.
“Oh my….!!! He’s got three…uh….!!!!”
Gee, I wonder if they allow those on the plane? I haven’t noticed them on the banned items list.
Okay, maybe I won’t do that, since I just can’t bring myself to visit one of those kinds of stores.
Oh well. I live in Indiana where a kid can still be a kid, so
Tag….you’re it!
Blessings.
The argument for this is that they believe this game to be too dangerous for the students to play during recess.
Too dangerous.
If you are from Colorado, I have a question for you: “What kind of sissies are you all raising out there?”
Now, I did part of my growing up in Colorado. I lived there from the sixth grade through the 11th grade, and never got hurt playing “tag”. We also had something called Jarts. You remember those? They were lawn darts! Sharp metal spikes with a handle and plastic fins so they could FLY!
We’d throw them at those hoola-hoops on the ground, and sometimes at each other (or the dog!). They didn’t stick too well in a tree, but we tried.
And we still turned out okay.
Here’s something else to think about:
Whoever that kid was that was tagged last……is still IT!!
I can imagine this individual about twenty years from now in their therapist’s office, upon reaching to the root of all their inner-most, deep seated problems and begin screaming…
”I’M STILL IT!!!”
Just something to think about.
It has occurred to me that some women will go to great lengths to color their hair, put on a bunch of make-up, wear false eye-lashes, get a fake spray-on tan, put on a wonder-bra and a pair of booty enhancing britches, and then still have the audacity to claim that they want to find a guy who will “appreciate the real her”!
Its okay to agree with me on this one guys, just don’t do it out loud, since your wife may hear you.
And from today’s news…….
The Indianapolis International Airport opened it’s new terminal today. Part of the new security system is a new type of x-ray scanning machine that you walk through. This new machine is equipped with 3-D imaging, so they get to see it ALL! In fact, the security people viewing the monitors for this new scanner are in a different area of the airport, far away from the actual machine. My guess is that it is so you can’t hear all the laughing, since they are basically seeing you naked as you pass through the scanner.
I’m thinking that the next time I fly, I may stop by an “adult” store first and by a couple of “questionable” items and keep them in my front pockets, just to freak out the security people while I pass through that new scanner.
“Oh my….!!! He’s got three…uh….!!!!”
Gee, I wonder if they allow those on the plane? I haven’t noticed them on the banned items list.
Okay, maybe I won’t do that, since I just can’t bring myself to visit one of those kinds of stores.
Oh well. I live in Indiana where a kid can still be a kid, so
Tag….you’re it!
Blessings.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Please Pray
“Woe to you Pharisees, because you love the most important seats in the synagogues and greetings in the marketplaces.” (Luke 11:43)
38As he taught, Jesus said, "Watch out for the teachers of the law. They like to walk around in flowing robes and be greeted in the marketplaces, 39and have the most important seats in the synagogues and the places of honor at banquets. (Mark 12:38-39)
46"Beware of the teachers of the law. They like to walk around in flowing robes and love to be greeted in the marketplaces and have the most important seats in the synagogues and the places of honor at banquets. (Luke 20:46)
Please pray for me.
I have a meeting tomorrow night with the Executive Pastor, a Pharisee, and one of the Elders.
We have a Pharisee in our church who likes to boss people around and have his way.
Apparently, I am the only one (that I am aware of) who has stood up to him and not "obeyed" him.
So now I am going to go head to head with a Pharisee.
He says I am a rebel.
(Well, so was Jesus, and look what they did to Him!)
Please pray.
Mostly for him.
My conscience is clear, my Spirit is right with God, and I live to serve only One Master.
Blessings,
Alpha Dude
P.S. It apparently revolves around the fact that he doesn't like my profile picture and thinks I should take it down.
38As he taught, Jesus said, "Watch out for the teachers of the law. They like to walk around in flowing robes and be greeted in the marketplaces, 39and have the most important seats in the synagogues and the places of honor at banquets. (Mark 12:38-39)
46"Beware of the teachers of the law. They like to walk around in flowing robes and love to be greeted in the marketplaces and have the most important seats in the synagogues and the places of honor at banquets. (Luke 20:46)
Please pray for me.
I have a meeting tomorrow night with the Executive Pastor, a Pharisee, and one of the Elders.
We have a Pharisee in our church who likes to boss people around and have his way.
Apparently, I am the only one (that I am aware of) who has stood up to him and not "obeyed" him.
So now I am going to go head to head with a Pharisee.
He says I am a rebel.
(Well, so was Jesus, and look what they did to Him!)
Please pray.
Mostly for him.
My conscience is clear, my Spirit is right with God, and I live to serve only One Master.
Blessings,
Alpha Dude
P.S. It apparently revolves around the fact that he doesn't like my profile picture and thinks I should take it down.
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