I know this is a silly title for a posting, because nothing can stand against Jesus, but that certainly doesn't seem to stop them from trying. I was watching a movie the other night and I was struck by the way in which the Christian characters were portrayed. To say they were depicted as stupid would be an understatement. Dogmatic and legalistic, they seemed uneducated, unenlightened, and powerless before the witty and comical evolutionists.
This is not an isolated incident nor is the sentiment limited to the movie screen. During the last election cycle a representative or senator from Pennsylvania was caught on the record stating that his constituents were a bunch of folks clinging to their guns and their religion. They reelected him.
I guess I bring this up to alert my fellow believers that in the minds of many that we encounter, we are already marginalized due to our faith in Jesus Christ. If we are so illogical as to believe in God, we must not have anything of value to say or contribute. They are so wrong.
Take heart fellow believer! We know the Truth. He told us that if we seek Him we will find Him. Some will listen because they are seeking the Truth. We don't have to worry about the naysayers and know-it-alls of the world. Just keep sowing the seeds of Truth out there and the Holy Spirit will quicken it in the hearts and minds of those who are given ears to hear and eyes to see. Fight the good fight and run the race to the end. May the Lord richly bless you.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Not Your Fairy Tale!! (a revised personal ad)
Please allow me to apologize for this fact that I must state right up front; I am not your fairy tale. That's right. I am not your Prince Charming, riding in on a white stallion to take you away to my mystical castle where your every need will be attended to. I am the wrong height, weight, skin color, and in the wrong income bracket to meet your paint-by-numbers ideal of Mr. Perfect. I live at the wrong address, move in the wrong social circles and I am probably affiliated with the wrong political party to meet your needs. You have my sincerest apologies.
Now, here is what you will find with me. I am a real person. I make mistakes and am willing to acknowledge them. I try to honor God with my life, my work, my thoughts and even the games I choose to play. I fail, but willingly seek forgiveness when I do. I laugh a lot and sometimes am moved to tears as well. I was born a product of this fallen world and I live as a freed and forgiven son of the King. I won't always be what you want, but no one ever will be except Jesus. With His help, I may be able to be what you need when you need it. This is who I am.
Now, here is what you will find with me. I am a real person. I make mistakes and am willing to acknowledge them. I try to honor God with my life, my work, my thoughts and even the games I choose to play. I fail, but willingly seek forgiveness when I do. I laugh a lot and sometimes am moved to tears as well. I was born a product of this fallen world and I live as a freed and forgiven son of the King. I won't always be what you want, but no one ever will be except Jesus. With His help, I may be able to be what you need when you need it. This is who I am.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
A Southern Conversation
The teenager sits on his front porch, having just finished cleaning and reloading his 20 gauge shotgun. The sun beats down giving life to the field of corn nearby and he breathes a sigh of contentment. Moments later, his ears pick up the sound of an engine and the crackle and crunch of gravel under tires. The sound of the engine is not loud enough to be the family truck and this fact is proven shortly as a sedan pulls clear of the corn on the gravel driveway to pull to a stop in front of the house.
The salesman looks from the vehicle to see a young man on the porch. Noting the shotgun in his hands, he hesitates. The boy gives a small, silent shake of his head that says this will not be a profitable stop. Steeling himself, the salesman calls upon his training and the sheer weight of his personality. No salesman worth his salt takes the first "no" as a final answer. Besides, the yea or nay should come from an adult. Shutting off the engine, the salesman opens the door of the vehicle and steps out to stand and wave a cheery greeting to the young man on the porch.
Without a word, the young man pumps the action on the shotgun, putting a shell into the chamber. His eyes lock with those of the salesman.
The salesman stops advancing. Choosing retreat as the better course of action, he returns to his vehicle and rapidly departs, leaving the young man to enjoy the peace of his porch on this summer day. Some conversations require no words at all.
This scenario brought to you courtesy of my friends Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson.
The salesman looks from the vehicle to see a young man on the porch. Noting the shotgun in his hands, he hesitates. The boy gives a small, silent shake of his head that says this will not be a profitable stop. Steeling himself, the salesman calls upon his training and the sheer weight of his personality. No salesman worth his salt takes the first "no" as a final answer. Besides, the yea or nay should come from an adult. Shutting off the engine, the salesman opens the door of the vehicle and steps out to stand and wave a cheery greeting to the young man on the porch.
Without a word, the young man pumps the action on the shotgun, putting a shell into the chamber. His eyes lock with those of the salesman.
The salesman stops advancing. Choosing retreat as the better course of action, he returns to his vehicle and rapidly departs, leaving the young man to enjoy the peace of his porch on this summer day. Some conversations require no words at all.
This scenario brought to you courtesy of my friends Mr. Smith and Mr. Wesson.
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