Are You a Guided-Missile For God?

Single-minded pursuit works …
Many sights I have seen in my long years of walking the earth. Many sights.
But, few have impressed me more than the sight of someone going after what he wants.
Once I was in a Coffee House outreach in Luxembourg City. One of the regulars was a young man in a wheel chair. He drove to the meeting place and we helped him out of his car and back into his car after the evening had finished.
The young man never said much or showed too much enthusiasm. I suppose degenerative arthritis will do that to you, especially if you’re young. (I think that was what it was).
One night he was ready to go home, so I was pushing his chair out of the coffee house when an attractive young lady came in.
Suddenly, the wheelchair took on a life of its own! It moved without me pushing it and came to a halt, right in front of the young lady. I was reminded of a guided missile zoning-in on an airplane.
Sufficient motivation can infuse muscles with unseen power, it seems.
Many other sights have impressed me. A hunting dog pursuing his prey, for instance. Or little boys running to the kitchen when mama yells, “Cookies are ready!”
Yes, yes, verily, these things have sprung to my attention in my wanderings. And I have concluded that the man or woman, boy or girl—or even a hound dog– who really wants something, goes after it.
Hard! He goes after it hard.

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A Sixty-year Story of Love

Love deepens with the years and I’ve got a love story that goes back more than 60 years—cookies!

My love simply deepens each passing day.

My wife makes great cookies. Often she will be in the kitchen whipping up some of these culinary wonders for a church fellowship that night. “Don’t you touch them,” she’ll warn me. “I’ve just got enough for tonight.”

It’s bigger than me though, and I’ve got to swipe one or two just to keep my reputation intact. “Did you take any of those cookies?” she will demand suspiciously.

“Who me?” I’ll respond, hoping the cookie crumbs don’t betray me. Honestly, I think she’d be disappointed if I didn’t snitch a couple of them. It’s a compliment to her cooking abilities.

One night I asked her to make some cookies and I’m sorry to tell you I ate 15 oatmeal cookies in about 45 minutes right before bedtime. Sleep fled as my sugar-charged blood raced through my body. My stomach reproached me,”Why did you eat so many?”

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Here Hungry Folks Eat First Life

Healthy SnackLife isn’t always fair. It looks like the hungry ones, the ones who love to eat, would get rewarded by eating first. Alas, it is not always thus.

When I was a kid, we weren’t the stars of the show like youngsters today are. If company came for dinner the children would often have to wait until the adults finished eating before they ate. Can you imagine that?

I don’t imagine it. I lived through it. It was painful to see the pastor devouring all those goodies while I drooled hungrily waiting my turn. Mamaw Deloney would peel and slice a potato and tell us to munch on that until it was our turn. A raw potato!

Lest you think it was only me, this kind of torture was widespread in its time. A “famous” country music singer, Little Jimmy Dickens, even sang a song about it—“Take An Old, Cold Tater and Wait.” Columbia Records produced the song but I’m not sure they are proud of that fact. If you haven’t gotten in your quota of suffering yet you can listen to it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBi_CyJe604 If you can remember this song, I’ll pray for you. Continue reading

What Does the Lord Have In Common With Italian Mamas?

Check out the podcast at the end of this article. It was recorded before this Christmas. We hope to resurrect the podcast regularly very soon.

Mangea, mangea! (Eat! Eat!)

 Lots of people know how to make visitors to their home feel welcome. But, http://www.dreamstime.com/stock-photo-restaurant-image21336990Italian ladies do it as well as anyone in the world.

We travel a good bit in our ministry here and there’s one word I hear a lot when our host’s family originally came from Italy. “Mangez, mangez! Oh, you don’t like it! Mangez!” (Eat, eat!).

So there you are at the table and you’ve eaten delicious pasta, pizza, Italian sausage and whatever for an hour or so. Your belly is a full as a tick which has been latched onto a dog for three weeks. The only empty space you have left is your left-front shirt pocket and it’s tight. Continue reading

Bye, Bye McFlurry

The doctor says I’ve got too many triglycerides floating around in my blood. I found out that comes from eating sweet stuff and fat stuff. That’s unfortunate because one of the things I love the best in the world is ice cream (Think: McFlurry. Think: the Italien Ice Cream Parlor in city of Epernay, France).

At one time I thought I could never get too much of the delicious, sweet, creamy stuff, but I was wrong.

Once when we were kids my brother Charley and I bought half a gallon of ice cream and sneaked it back to our room so we wouldn’t have to share and mama wouldn’t tell us when we’d had enough. Armed only with spoons we dug our way toward the bottom of the box, eagerly at first then slower and slower.

Finally Charley said, “You can have the rest of it.” For some reason I wasn’t grateful. I found out that my hunger for ice cream isn’t limitless.

I wonder if we don’t get that way with God. We get so full of other stuff that we just burp when the good things of God come into view. (Sorry about that ladies).

Our spirit can get bloated just like our taste buds (and our body). A constant diet of television or internet (ouch!), or a hobby that eats up all our time outside of work, or a thousand other good things can be spiritual triglycerides doing backstrokes and high dives, filling and slowing our spiritual life flow.

“ He who is full loathes honey, but to the hungry even what is bitter tastes sweet.” (Prov. 27:7, NIV) Eugene Peterson says it like this in the Message. “When you’ve stuffed yourself, you refuse dessert; when you’re starved, you could eat a horse.” Message

So how can we get renewed in our desire for God?

Well, if I’ve got to much sugar and fat in my blood physically, the answer to getting rid of it isn’t rocket science. It’s just hard.

“Then said Jesus unto his disciples, If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. For whosoever will save his life shall lose it: and whosoever will lose his life for my sake shall find it.”  (Matt. 16: 24, 25)

“Deny ourselves?” I know that’s not music to the ears of our generation which is passing on our national debt to our grandkids and has maxed out credit cards so that we can have all the latest gadgets. We’re a generation which hasn’t denied ourselves very much, huh?

That’s probably why fasting some can benefit us. There is a connection between the body and the spirit. A sick body seems to affect our spirit and vice-versa. Sometimes a hungry body has a similar effect on the soul. (If you’re not used to fasting a few meals, you might want to talk to your doctor).

We could also regularly take our Bible into the other room (the one which doesn’t have a computer) and read and think about what we’re reading.

We can read books about God. Ask your friends which ones helped them because some of them will just bore you silly. We can do something different in our prayer time if it seems stale. Find a prayer partner. If you have trouble concentrating, pray out loud or even write your prayer to God.

Hang around people who are hungry for God (not just hungry for the latest experience which is in vogue but hungry for God himself).

When you get right down to it, if we really want to get back to closeness with God (or maybe start a close relationship, we can.

“When you call on me, when you come and pray to me, I’ll listen. When you come looking for me, you’ll find me. Yes, when you get serious about finding me and want it more than anything else, I’ll make sure you won’t be disappointed.” God’s Decree. I’ll turn things around for you. I’ll bring you back from all the countries into which I drove you—God’s Decree—”bring you home to the place from which I sent you off into exile. You can count on it. ” (Jer. 29:12-14, The Message)

Got too many triglycerides floating around in your heart? Hey, you better do something. Those things can clog up the whole works.

Today would be a good time to start.
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“A positive attitude may not solve all your problems, but it will annoy enough people to make it worth the effort.”  Anon.