Saturday, October 31, 2015

       A Tribute for Ruby...

  I think it must be a byproduct of getting older, but it seems that I have attended more funerals and memorials the last couple of years than in any other period of my life.  This was true again this past week.  We lost another dear friend last Saturday, after a decade long battle with a myriad of health struggles.  We attended her Memorial yesterday and I was impressed with what a legacy she left behind in not only her children and grand children, but in so many friends that she had made an impression on.
   Ruby was a sweet lady in our church that we had known for the about 20 years or so.  She had always treated me like I was one of her sons, so much so that I affectionately called her Mom.  Whenever we would visit, no matter what she was dealing with or how much obvious pain she was in, she would always smile and tell me she loved me and remind me that she was praying for Karen and I regularly.  And when I would ask, "Mom how are you doing?" Her response was almost as predictable as the sunrise.  She would get that familiar grin on her face and say....

Just Praising Jesus



"Just praising Jesus”
I would always hear her say
And I just can’t help but think
How much more true that is today
She was a real prayer warrior
An encourager to all she knew
And she always had a smile for me
No matter what she was going through
With all her pain and struggle
Human frailties and strife
If you asked her “how are you doing?”
“Just praising Jesus” was her life
So today she’s in the Glory
All the trials finally past
Still just praising Jesus
But now face to face at last
Yes she will surely be missed
But her impact will be to remind
Me to just keep praising Jesus
Whenever she comes to mind.


  It seems that anytime I lose someone from my life, two main things dominate my thinking;  First, I wonder if I told them enough just how much I loved them and how I appreciate the impact they have had on my life.  And second, I wonder how many people I have had a positive impact on, and how will I be remembered when it comes my time to go?
   If you have someone in your life that has had a positive impact on you, be sure you let them know how much you appreciate them.  Don't wait till it's too late.

Ps 22:25-26 My praise shall be of Thee in the great congregation: I will pay my vows before them that fear Him.
The meek shall eat and be satisfied: they shall praise the LORD that seek Him: your heart shall live forever.

Ps 116:15 Precious in the sight of the LORD is the death of his saints.

For “Mom” Self, thanks for your impact on my life.

10.24.2015

Saturday, April 4, 2015

What Easter Means to Me

   
I absolutely love, pretty much, any and every Holiday.  Any excuse to take a day off and get together with family and friends will always get my vote.  Obviously Christmas rates way up there on the Holiday hit list.  The 4th of July with it's BBQ, fun in the sun and then fireworks always rings that patriot bell in my spirit. But for me, there is something extra special about Easter.  If you are a Christian, the circumspection that it demands is very sobering.
However, it goes much deeper than that.  On the grand timeline of human history, this one historical event is literally the hinge pin of not only the overall drama of mankind from beginning to end, but the individual destiny of each person that has ever or will ever live.  The enormity of that is mind boggling to me.  Then when I consider the Divine love the held Jesus to the cross, something explodes in my heart.  But ultimately it is the power of the Resurrection that gives me hope and purpose, and that is ....

What Easter Means to Me


The history and the destiny
Of all of man kind
Revolves around this one event
So it’s important that we remind
Ourselves of the pain of the cross
And the power of the resurrection
And how the beauty of the gospel
Can change the whole direction
Of a life if one will open up
His heart to the Holy Spirit
The blinders will fall off
And his mind will begin to hear it
The story of redemption
Framed before the world began
How God would break the curse of sin
And buy back fallen man
It’s nothing we could ever work for
But a gift to be received
Eternal Life bought by the cross
Is the truth to be believed
Not posturing for religion
But a passion for the Christ
A relationship with the Savior
That will overhaul a life
So I’ve written down this little rhyme
In hopes that all will see
It’s more than just a holiday
That’s what Easter means to me


Isa 53:5 ... But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed.

Mt 28:5-6 ... And the angel answered and said unto the women, Fear not ye: for I know that ye seek Jesus, which was crucified. He is not here: for he is risen, as he said. Come, see the place where the Lord lay.

   It seems that every time I consider the Easter story, I am taken with another aspect of it.  Whether it is the betrayal by Judas or the denial of Peter.  The attempt of Pilot to get the Jews to have Jesus released or the drastically different responses of the two thieves hanging by him on that hill.  And what was it about the resurrected body of Jesus that caused Mary and the disciples not to immediately recognize him as their Risen Lord?  So much happened there within such a very short span of time.  But then, why shouldn't there be a virtual bottomless well of things to examine and ponder in the Easter story?  After all, it really is the single most important event in all of  history.

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Funeral For An Old Friend



There is an old anecdote about walking through a cemetery and looking at all the headstones, and realizing that there is one thing that each headstone has in common.  There may be all sorts of different shapes and they all say something a little different about the person who is buried there.  They all have a different date of birth and a different date that the person died.  But the thing they have in common is that little dash between the two dates.  That little dash, although it takes up the least amount of space on that stone, is the most important part of the story.  You see it is that little dash that represents the entire life of the person who's name appears at the top.  I want my dash to be worth remembering when my days are all used up.  I lost a couple of good friends this last year, and it really has me thinking more and more about the legacy I am leaving behind.  It was really driven home when I attended the ...


Funeral For An Old Friend



I went to the funeral
For an old friend today
With so much in my heart
Yet so little I could say
To console a grieving widow
Or the kids he left behind
No thoughtful words of wisdom
Or sweet refrain that could unwind
The deep pain of loss
Or the fear of the unknown
No way to quell the yearning
For all the love that he had shown
But there is just one thing
That I really wanted to say
The thing that impacted my life
About my friend who’s gone away
If I can be remembered
When it comes my time to go
Just the way that he was
Then for certain I will know
That my life has been successful
And my time has been well spent
If I have been found faithful
When to heaven I have went
So then to be a man of faith
To be faithful kind and true
Just like my friend was remembered
Will be the best that I can do


For Clint Moore 1-3-15




1Co 4:2 Moreover it is required in stewards, that a man be found faithful.


  It has been said that the best ability is dependability.  Yet the day of a man's word being his bond seems to be a thing of the past.  No longer is it just expected that a man will say what he means and mean what he says.  The biblical truths of integrity, stewardship and faithfulness are undeniable.  So why then does it seem so rare that men today, even in the church, are characterized as faithful?  The older I get the more I want that to be the thing that is remembered about my life...faithfulness!